#lord I probably spelled that wrong somehow-

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Sometimes I feel bad for the authors who are now more famously known as twinks from that one anime than they are as authors

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Serenading Him

CHAPTER 3: TAKING FLIGHT

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The portraits murmured quiet “hello’s” to you as you drifted through the castle like a spirit whose mansion had been long devoid of familial occupants, donning a long black coat with a hem that nearly reached your ankles. Through the passing windows, you could see almost painfully slow-falling snowflakes hovering aimlessly about the afternoon air, remaining afloat for far longer than usual as a result of the slight breeze. 

The faint smell of leather hit your nose the moment you crossed the library’s threshold. Without the students occupying the old mahogany spaces and individual study desks, the library looked much bigger than it already was, your echoing footsteps serving to emphasize its vacant vastness. It felt as though you were traversing a muggle museum after hours despite it being just past noon.

You were in need of a book—something that would help with your eventual escape from Great Britain, and perhaps the wizarding world entirely. The Ministry had already shut down their end of the Vanishing Cabinet Network to prevent muggle-borns from escaping with ease and those from half-blood, even pureblood, families who sided with the muggle-borns were threatened at work and were being monitored for any illicit activities. Even if one did manage to flee, snatchers were sent out through Europe to track people down. Being the child of muggle-born supporters still at Hogwarts, you didn’t plan on sticking around to become indoctrinated by such a system upon graduation.

You swung your leg over the velvet rope that signaled students not to enter the Restricted Section of the library. Either your topic would be here, or not at all at Hogwarts. You weaved your way through the shelves, locating the section you believed to be dedicated to Charms, and began to scan the shelves for topics beginning with “F” for flight or “T” for transportation. 

“What are you doing here?”

You flinched at the sound of the Headmaster’s voice and whipped around to find him right behind you. Even in the empty library you somehow couldn’t discern his impossibly quiet footsteps approaching.

“How’d you know I was here?”

“Being the only student here, your form in the halls is recognizable in comparison to the ghosts. What…are you doing…in the Restricted Section?” he repeated coolly.

“I need a book.”

Severus scoffed, “Yes, that is obvious enough considering this is a library. A book of what?”

You paused, averting your gaze before answering. “...Unsupported Flight.”

His eyebrows came together in a pinch out of…surprise? Confusion?

“C’mon, you know why,” you muttered, returning to scanning the shelves and tracing your fingers along the old book covers. 

“You plan to leave Hogwarts early?”

“No, nothing has changed…yet. I just think it would be useful for me to know how to do it. I already know how to apparate, but I don’t have any spots outside of Great Britain in mind. And the brooms are slower…”

“I doubt you’ll find anything here. It is a power almost exclusively held by the Dark Lord’s followers.”

“Well, he had to learn the spell from somewhere,” you huffed. “I figured I should at least try the Restricted Section.” As your finger passed through the rest of the “U’s” and reached “V” you cursed to yourself. He was probably right, even if you were looking in the wrong section, such a powerful skill wouldn’t be written down to become widely available to anyone who could get their hands on it. A disgruntled sigh escaped you as you resigned from the idea and began to exit the Restricted Section. It probably only worked if one possessed a Dark Mark.

“...I could teach you.”

Your boots scraped harshly against the stone floor just as you cleared the other side of the rope. Severus Snape, a Death Eater second in command to Voldemort, is offering to teach you how to fly without a broom. That was not on your bingo card this year.

“Really…” you turned slowly raising a skeptical eyebrow, but the expression on his face was ever austere, showing no signs that he was joking on the matter. “Well, alright then.”

The walk outside was as quiet as the rest of Hogwarts, not a sound to be heard outside except for the slight rustle of leaves. The Headmaster wordlessly led you through the snow-covered grounds out to the courtyard in which the first years were taught how to fly their brooms. Snowflakes dotted on his dark attire, some catching in his hair. It has gotten longer since last year. It was fluffier, the ends even more feathered, and were starting to curl.

He suddenly stopped walking and turned, halting you in place. His eyes narrowed slightly, the two of you engaging in a brief staring contest. 

“Take out…your wand.”

The slender piece of wood with a dangly charm at the blunt end of the handle slid out from the inside of your coat, firmly grasped in your gloved hands. He did the same as well, withdrawing it in a quick flicking motion from his sleeve. His wand was as dark as he appeared. You wondered what it was made of.

“This spell,” he began as if he were back in the classroom as your DADA teacher, “is highly complicated in nature and requires immense focus and willpower to perform even somewhat successfully. It is leaps above the Apparition Spell and the Patronus Charm in difficulty, but the Dark Mark provides an inherent amount of power to lessen such obstacles… However, there is a method to determine whether an individual possesses the predisposition… A method once done onto me.”

“How’s that?”

Without warning he stepped toward you and gripped the collar of your coat.

And then you were flying.

There was no chance for you to scream, the sudden change in your environment from standing safely on the ground to being yanked upwards and soaring high into the air stunned you so suddenly that it silenced the hastened gasp that erupted from your throat. The whooshing of the air was deafening to your ears, your surroundings like that of the inside of a snow globe. When you managed to look down at yourself, your body was not visible, not even the tip of your nose. The only thing other than snow you could make out nearby was a black blur in your peripheral. You were pulled up and up and up, nearly reaching the height of the Astronomy Tower.

Suddenly your body became visible to yourself and the black blur disappeared. Your speed of ascension petered out and there was a moment where you felt momentarily suspended in the air, like a child reaching the peak of their jump on a trampoline.

“Volarine Sinforma,” the Headmaster’s voice somehow echoed in your head.

There was a sinking feeling in your stomach. The towers of the castle grew taller. The cloudy sky begins to pull away. 

No… You were falling.

Any sound you possibly could’ve made remained stoppered in your lungs, a fear colder than the icy waters of the Black Lake gripping you from your head down to your toes. Your body slowly tipped backward until you were staring teary-eyed and face down at the snow grounds below you, the air making your eyelashes flutter uncontrollably

It would be instant death.

Perform the spell and maybe live…or die. Would he let you die? Probably. He had no obligation to you, and considering all he had confessed to you, it would be more convenient to him to make sure no one else found out about his true intentions.

“Volarine Sinforma…!” you gasped through the shock. The ground kept coming towards you slowly but surely.

But you wanted to live. You needed to. Otherwise, what was all this waiting for? By some miracle, you could’ve been with your parents right now instead of hanging in the balance between potential life or death. What would’ve been the point of risking your well-being every Sunday night just to bring some light back to the miserable occupants of the castle if you were to die now? To stay and learn all the Charms you could despite the government's tyrannical rule?

“Volarine Sinforma!”

The snowflakes were streaming upward past you like comets ascending back to the sky. The Headmaster's black smokey trail bled far beneath you and touched down on the ground, yards from which the both of you previously stood. He looked like an ant that was slowly getting bigger.

And bigger…

The contrasting trees grew sharper. The horizon line drew nearer. You could no longer see above the castle walls. And the ground was right there.

Youwanttolive—YOUWANTTOLIVE—YOUWANTTOLIVE—

“VOLARINE SINFORMA!!!”

Just as you thought you were going to hit the ground face first, instinctually crossing your arms over your face with a tight grip on your wand, the world tilted on its axis. The dark pine trees that stood tall suddenly looked like barely hammered nails in the wall. Sparkling snow sped past your eyes like you were standing in front of a waterfall. As you slowly managed to tip your head up despite your tension-riddled body, you could see the landscape zooming past you as you were only a few feet off the ground. The force of your flight kicked up snow around you, creating a misty spray as if you were in a harbor somewhere. You were flying. You were alive. Holy shi—

You cried out in pain as your shoulder hit the ground roughly, your flight stopped short by your wavering focus, causing you to finally drop from your remaining height and make impact with the snow. Your body rolled against the snow like a log that had broken from its bindings off the back of a pickup truck, surely leaving bruises on your shoulders, hips, and ribs. The snow slushed up to a point where it slowed you down and your throbbing body slid to a halt. The freezing snow against your face brought you out of your shock and your body began to tremble all over, your heartbeat spasming in your chest. 

Through your dry-heaving and blurry vision, you attempted to push yourself up, but the pressure on your casting arm sent a sharp pain throughout your shoulder and into your neck that made you crumple back down. It was probably dislocated. 

You felt something warm trickle down by your eye. You expected it to be one of the tears that had also finally managed to trickle down your face, but when you looked at the snow where your face was, you saw a patch of red. With your other hand, you felt the area and found there was a gash, likely from a rock. 

The sound of snow crunching beneath approaching footsteps had your ears perking and your heart stuttering once more. You were overwhelmed, and his drawing nearer felt like death itself was closing in on you, so you did the only thing your shell-shocked brain could do at the moment.

You ran.

Wand still clutched in the hand attached to your busted arm, the other cradling it so it didn’t flop around, you scrambled off the ground and took off, running from him— from the possibility of being thrown up in the air again like a quaffle. There were no spells fired at you, no shouting of your name, only the sound of his footsteps getting quieter as you let him in the dust and breached the castle. 

Your ragged breath and tears came unbidden once you finally tottered into the empty Hospital Wing, making a beeline for Pomphrey’s medical cabinets. There were all sorts of things she kept in there, anti-poison, draughts, potions to help with sickness amongst basic muggle first aid items. While your good arm rifled among them and found a basic sling, your face fell when you realized there were no pain-relieving potions left in stock. They had all been used up to help with crucio’d first years.

Damn it. This was gonna hurt.

You managed to, with great effort, remove your thick coat before sitting on a bed and unbuttoning your shirt so that your bad arm was exposed to the stale air.

Just get it over with. Nice and quick.

You raised your wand up to the socket of your shoulder.

3…2…1…

“Episkey—AUGHHH!!!” Your arm, which had been hanging some inches lower than your good arm, slotted itself back up into its shoulder socket with an audible pop that felt like you were dislocating it all over again. With the spell cast, you threw your wand to the side and immediately grabbed a pillow to muffle your pained crying as you stomped your heel into the ground in tandem with the intense throbbing waves that radiated down your arm.

Parts of your sides ached as well. You could see the bruising forming around your lower ribs as simply breathing came with some accompanying pain, but they didn’t feel cracked or broken. You found some relief lying on the side of your body that wasn’t as battered up as the rest of you, and despite the present pain, a wave of fatigue hit you moments after your head made contact. The rush of adrenaline was wearing off, your body relaxing into a state of safety you naturally associated with the Hospital Wing. Soon, your breaths grew fainter and your eyes fluttered more and more until you eventually succumbed to unconsciousness.

Severus’s quiet steps scuffed lightly along the stone floor as he tracked your wet footprints through the castle corridors, though he no longer needed to follow its path once he realized they were not headed towards your common room. With the way you held on to the side of your body and ran from him, he imagined you sustained an injury and went to the Hospital Wing. And right he was.

He lingered slightly in the arching doorway when he saw your form lying on a bed on the opposite end of the room facing away from him. 

He called your name and there was no response, drawing out an annoyed sigh from him as he continued forward only to stop a few steps later when he realized that you were not entirely decent. The light that shone from the nearest window highlighted the fact that not only was the back of one side of your torso and bare arm entirely visible to him, but your shoulder was not the same shade as the rest of you.

Severus edged forward until he was within mere feet of you and inhaled sharply. Your shoulder was highly swollen and as purple as a grape. The bruising encompassed your shoulder blade, the side of your upper ribs, the junction where your arm met your torso, your upper arm from the impact, and the top of the socket. There was also a smattering of bruises on your side and a few above the waistband of your trousers. This was just what he could see. 

His ears picked up on your strained breathing, stepping around to the other side where he got a glimpse of your face. Your brows were pinched in a concentrated furrow as you somehow slept through the pain. A significant blood stain was forming on the pillow. He could spot the end of a gash that you had sustained on your forehead that was obscured by the pillow as well as some other bruises along your jaw.

Observing your injuries, he guessed you had dislocated your shoulder, but healed it on your own as the bones didn’t appear to jut out awkwardly. There were no empty potion bottles that sat nearby which meant you hadn't taken anything to put you to sleep or ease the pain. He put a hand above your ear and snapped.

No reaction. You were out cold.

Severus paced over to the open medical cabinets and observed the current inventory. There was nothing available for pain relief. There were a few things for the bruising, but only to lessen their appearance. Shutting the doors, he spotted the sling you had placed on the bedside table and walked back over to you. As gently as he could, he eased your body so that you were lying on your back, giving him a full view of the three-inch-long gash on your forehead. After healing it and magically cleaning the smeared blood off your face he carefully fitted the sling over your injured arm, positioning it so it partially rests over your stomach before throwing a blanket over you and resigning himself to sit at the end of your bed and rub his eyes in frustration.

Damn it. This was just what he needed. The one living person at Hogwarts on his side was bloodied and battered because of him. 

Bringing you high up into the air and dropping you was, unfortunately, necessary. Putting the fear of Merlin into someone was the most effective way to bring out the most desperate of willpower. Unlike Voldemort, who let his victims fall to their deaths, their inability to perform partial flight deeming them unworthy, Severus had planned to use a spell to catch you before you hit the ground, but you had managed to pull it off within the last seconds and zoomed off into the distance.

However, he had miscalculated how you would’ve reacted afterward. You’d been easy-going about his presence in the castle and expected you to be rational about the fact that he had dropped you from the sky, which in retrospect, was foolish logic considering the reason why he had to. When he went to see if you were alright, you ran from him like he was a werewolf and you a rabbit.

Out of fear.

He sighed. Just…perfect.

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.

.

You whined faintly as the pain in your body slowly woke you up along with the light streaming in from the window. It wasn’t clear what time it was but the color of the light indicated that there was still time before you usually ate dinner. When you rubbed at your eyes you froze when you saw your current state. 

The skin on your forehead no longer felt wet, this blanket was not in your possession before nor did you put the sling on before you passed out, and you were pretty sure you were lying on your side earlier.

He was here.

You pushed yourself up so that you were seated on the edge of the bed, shivering when the air caused goosebumps to rise on the uncovered side of your body. Rummaging through the bedside drawer you found a handheld mirror and inspected your face. The blood was gone and the once sizable gash was no longer there, the remaining scar being an extremely thin line that was hardly discernible, even with light shining directly on it. 

A bottle that wasn’t here before sat on the bedside table. It was teardrop-shaped with a corked lid and contained midnight blue liquid. On a small tag attached around the neck were a few scrawled words:

Bathe in this.

To say you were hesitant to trust him was the understatement of the year. After the stunt he pulled? Of course you were wary to use this! You didn’t recognize what it could be based on the color. It could be poisoned. Or cursed.

But…

He evidently tended to you while you were unconscious; healed your wound, made sure you were comfortable… If he changed his mind about trusting you and wanted you dead, he could’ve killed you in your sleep or at any point since the start of the break. And if it wasn’t his intention to send you to your death during that lesson, you could still be rightfully mad at him for not warning you what he planned to do.

Following dinner, in which you managed to avoid him altogether, you padded your way to the prefect's bathroom, not that you were one yourself, but who the hell was gonna stop you? And they had much bigger baths and complimentary body soaps. Upon crossing the threshold of the doorway, you flicked your wand at a set of brass valves that hung downwards like a chandelier. Yellow, pink, and baby blue liquid poured into a quickly filling pool of warm water, generating bubbly, foamy soap suds.

With your teeth, you managed to pull the cork out and dump the contents of the bottle into the pool. It bled into the water like ink and expanded outwards, maintaining its darkness as it touched the bath’s circumference. You gingerly peeled off your bathrobe and the sling beneath it, wincing at the awkward positioning of your arm as you slowly lowered yourself into the darkened water. The water felt extraordinary on your skin

As the water enveloped you up to your neck you could feel a pleasant tingling building in the places where you had bruises. The pain you experienced simply from breathing began to fade away, as did the angry throbbing in your shoulder until you barely felt any. Only then did you sink lower until the water touched your chin and dared to begin slowly straightening out your arm.

There was no pain.

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Familiar Face

Fifty years had passed since the Netherbrain was defeated; it took Astarion five years after to become the lord of Baldur’s Gate. Within that timespan his old companions departed from the city, following new adventures in quiet hope their paths would never cross again. Only one agreement was made among them, set by the leader themselves that carried the entire team on her back single handily.

“Keep it within Baldur’s Gate.”

A warning, no less, a boundary they set to ensure the entire realm wouldn’t be overrun by vampires, although Astarion would be lying to say the thought didn’t cross his mind every other day or so.

The temptation was always there, and it would be so easy.

As much as Astarion would never admit it, he did respect his dear old friend more than he let on. A/N Nobody asked for this, but here it is I'm back on my BS. Also this is basically a WIP, its eventually going to be sexy. It'll be fine. Feedback is encouraged, I have written anything in eight years and it probably shows. AO3 Mirror - Next

Baldur’s Gate, once a city of innovation and progress, stood as the capital of Faerun. For centuries it was built up from the ground with those in power struggling with balance between right and wrong, the noble and the peasants and ensuring the Upper City and Lower City remained as separate as can be in terms of gold and assistance from guards or authorities.

It was no longer the case after so many decades of building it up, only for it to come crashing down one evening.

Citizens had believed their troubles were over the moment the Netherbrain was defeated, in fact they did have a few months of peace, and all seemed so bright and hopeful for the future. Festivals and parades crowded the streets for days, cheering on the heroes that rescued the city from destruction and the lives of all the innocents threatened by the damage caused.

Strangers worked together to rebuild, fix each others homes and offer food, aid or supplies to anyone in need. Nobles made large donations to better assist the poor struggling to get by and for a while it all seemed too good to be true.

Something in the shadows was lurking, bigger than anyone could have imagined and somehow the true secrets were kept hidden from the citizens for years.

Authority figures began stepping down from their roles seemingly without an explanation, providing vague answers for those with questions that one could only deem reasonable. This continued until only one remained, a new figure that seemed to have risen to power overnight yet was able to make his name and reputation known as one of the heroes that saved Baldur’s Gate all those years before.

Lord Astarion Ancunín.

It was a slow transition at first, but it felt as though his coronation as Lord was the shifting point in which everything seemed to come together. For his benefit, at least.

It began with smooth talking his way into meetings, debunking rumours spread among residents that he was a vampire spawn because why or how would a feeble vampire be able to walk among the living so freely? He saved Baldur’s Gate from disaster; it was easy to gain the trust of majority of the population.

The plan really kicked into gear after inviting each noble he could come across to a private dinner. A bite to eat with life altering consequences, and they soon became his loyal subjects one by one.

Like a puppet master stringing together a performance of a lifetime, they obeyed his every command and retreated to his palace to no longer serve as the nobles they once were, but as servants and spawns as Astarion deemed fit.

Just as the city was changing under his thumb, the palace once owned by Cazador Szarr also changed. The gaudy paintings taken down and replaced with marble statues or fine antiques. Some of which found by servants during their evening hunts for more followers to fall under their master’s spell.

Astarion swore he was nothing like Cazador, the wretched bastard was cruel and unforgiving, embarrassing and torturing those he turned for his own cruel entertainment and ensuring he was able to strike fear into every one of them. No, Astarion didn’t punish his servants for no reason, and he didn’t force them to feed on vermin the way he did for two centuries.

That isn’t to say he didn’t have his rules, and when punishment was due it was carried out carefully and with a message along with it. If the punishments were met with resistance, Astarion wasn’t above himself to deal the final blow, ending the insubordination in it’s tracks before it can pick up traction and spread through his coven like a filthy disease.

He knew they would never be able to overpower him if they somehow managed to lapse free from his command, but keeping the peace was within everyone’s best interest to keep invasive thoughts and memories from clouding his mind.

Fifty years had passed since the Netherbrain was defeated; it took Astarion five years after to become the lord of Baldur’s Gate. Within that timespan his old companions departed from the city, following new adventures in quiet hope their paths would never cross again. Only one agreement was made among them, set by the leader themselves that carried the entire team on her back single handily.

“Keep it within Baldur’s Gate.”

A warning, no less, a boundary they set to ensure the entire realm wouldn’t be overrun by vampires, although Astarion would be lying to say the thought didn’t cross his mind every other day or so.

The temptation was always there, and it would be so easy.

As much as Astarion would never admit it, he did respect his dear old friend more than he let on.

She picked him up from the side of the road after he pulled a knife on her, didn’t immediately drive a stake through his heart when he attempted to bite her while she slept. She listened to him prattle and complain about his troubles and concerns, his trauma and story behind the ugly scars that adorned his back.

She promised to stand by his side and help him take down his cruel master in the place he called home. She fought battles that weren’t even hers to fight and with obvious hesitance helped Astarion ascend into the powerful lord he was. Even within his power drunk mind that day, he knew the dynamic of their relationship changed completely and would never be the same again.

He could see it in her eyes when they would speak following the ritual. A look that once projected adoration and love now turned fearful, pleading and cold.

With an offer of immortal life by his side, their relationship ended completely.

Of course, he was insulted by her rejection, but he had no real need for her any longer if he were to become as powerful as he needed to be to bring the city to its knees. He thought she was in it for the long run, but he ended up getting exactly what he wanted in the end.

Perhaps his initial plan of seducing her to ensure she never turned on him worked too well, but with the consequences of their actions it was obvious that becoming a vampire spawn was not a life she wanted to live. Even if it meant being by his side for all of eternity until the world came crashing down around them.

It didn’t hurt entirely, but the sting was still there as he pondered what could have been had she said yes.

Nonetheless it was too far gone in the past to even bring it up anymore, the golden days were long gone and so were his companions. Astarion couldn’t spend his time pondering what everyone else was up to, they wouldn’t dare return to Baldur’s Gate, and he decided to keep things slow and steady while building his coven from the ground up.  

It had been so long, surely she was old or dead by now, judging by human lifespans.

The idea of it was enough to make his usually composed expression cringe with a slight pang of his dead heart. She could have lived forever young, but the possibility she was long gone did bring up a familiar sting.

Not that she was his anymore, he internally scolded himself for allowing himself to linger on the memories and possibilities for too long.

There were more pressing matters to focus on, especially with his ascension anniversary coming up and the grand extravaganza he did annually for the mortal citizens of the city to commemorate the day he gained true freedom and power.

The preparations were going smoothly, his spawn working endlessly to ensure everything was perfect down to the last detail. Roaming the halls, Astarion could only give his directions and opinions regarding where things should be, he wouldn’t dare lift a finger to help decorate.

The sound of his footsteps echoes through the ballroom hall, vampire strung about doing their job to get the preparations completed and keep their dear master content with their efforts. He pretended not to notice how a few of them wince when he walked closer, chalking it up to pure respect and that a little reminder of who’s in charge doesn’t hurt.

Everything was falling into place; the stage was set and soon the ballroom will be filled with people immortal and mortal alike. A subtle feast for those less fortunate to be cast under his vampire spawn��s charms, but a night to remember for the remaining attendees to keep face as lord of the city everyone loved once before.

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The Golden City stands before you, imposing and tall like all those photos and stories you’ve heard before. It didn’t quite live up to expectations, a menacing storm overhead unmoving, as if warning those trying to enter to turn away and never return.

There had been no news of Baldur’s Gate for years. Everyone you spoke to mentioned it was still populated and ruled over by one man, a man who helped saved the city from destruction long ago, but regarding progression or innovation there had been little word. You always dreamed of seeing the city with your own two eyes, but as you stand before it you can’t help but feel a sense of dread tug at your heart.

You draw in a deep breath, as if preparing to hold it in your lungs to avoid any toxic fumes the air might have lingered around. Despite the darkness, you do see citizens wandering about and going on with their daily business.

Perhaps you spend too much time reading and listening silly fairy tales.

You travelled a good way to get here, fleeing from your home in Waterdeep and avoiding any questions regarding your adventure. You’re positive nobody witnessed your escape due to the lack of yelling and restraint being placed on you.

For the moment you’re free to explore, get your fix of the city and get back home before anyone is the wiser.

The first step into the city was easy, navigating was a whole other ball game.

One big difference between your hometown and the city is how big it makes you feel. Waterdeep was familiar, you had your family and friends and somehow everyone knew everyone’s business at some point or another- In the City it’s the complete opposite, the feeling of being so small and insignificant imposing itself on you until it feels like it’s the only thing you do know.

Maybe it wouldn’t be such an awful idea to turn back.

 “Don’t forget the Palace doors open at sundown! Our Lord would be honored to have any and all citizens come join the festivities taking place. A night of dancing, drinking and mingling with Baldur’s Gate’s finest.”

The voice was coming from the center of town, a well-dressed man standing in the middle handing out invitations to residents walking by. The practiced smile on his face greeted everyone who made eye contact with him, he was charming to say the least.

Before you even realized your feet were already moving you towards the center, reaching out as the young man offered a warm smile and the invitation. Noting the smile didn’t reach his eyes, you take the invitation and read the contents.

Midnight Masquerade Come one, come all! Lord Astarion invites you to a night of dancing, drinking and dining.

It couldn’t hurt to have at least one night in the city, in fact you were taught that it was rude to decline invitations. You could pop in for a little food and wine and leave before the night was even over.

You tuck the invitation into your pack and adjust it steadily on your back. You needed to find an outfit to fit in, and quickly before the party was ready to start.

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In between

Sebek Zigvolt X Reader

Angst

Summary : Feeling that he never thought would appear in his way of his work

My other work : [ - ]

A/N : Will probably remake this once again. And sorry for wrong spelling and also a name in the game that I fuvking forgot. Also this feels like a way to rush among the others that I am working on right now.

Love.

That was never a feeling that he thought he would catch. But here he is somehow already head over heels for you. A human who can't even wield magic yet alone from this world. And then again he does head over heels for you, a person he never thought he would fall in love with.

How does all of this exactly begin? When does he suddenly catch a feeling for someone that is not even from the same world as he is?

Perhaps it begins when both you and him first meet. At that time he is searching for his lord with his sleepy companion before walking to your place. When both of you meet eyes to eyes for even just for a second the heart beats faster than he ever was. In fact even faster than when Lilia made both him and Silver run around the castle while trying not to be caught by a bear.

Well, falling in love with you makes him somehow feel different about everything. He mind that once always fill in with his master and how to protect him now fill with you in every single corner of it. The way you smile, your laugh, how you study, have you been eating yet. Somehow that is all what his mind is thinking about.

There is also one point where you touch him, make him wonder about how your future will feel like if you guys are together. I'm sure he also thinks how cute your guys children will be. But in his way of work he knows when to stop his feelings. But with every moment you guys together make him think that his foolish feeling may return. And you feel the same way he does.

Well in anyway, he indeed has fallen in love with you. But will you actually return his feelings? Of course the answer is no!

You are in love with his master. Malleus Draconia! I mean who wouldn't fall in love with him. I mean Sebek himself likes him and loves him and worships the ground that his master is walking but waits. The way he feels about his master is different from how you feel about it. You feel it the same way he feels about you.

You are in love with Malleus Draconia. Not Sebek Zigvolt but Malleus Draconia. I mean how could you not be in love with Malleus again? He is the only prince and the only heir of The Briar of the Valley. Only a stupid person (Leona) does not like him. Unlike Malleus Draconia, Sebek has... Well nothing. He just a guy that protects his master. But after that nothing. He's not cool. He is not that rich. He is also loud, rude and annoying. He is always getting angry at you about some stupid small stuff. So of course you are not in love with him.

He just knows how much you have fallen in love with his master. From the way you speak to the way how much your eyes glitter around him. He see all of the sights of it. But he doesn't know if his master will ever return your feelings back. So until then please be assured that he is always by your side hoping your feelings about his master change. And perhaps you also can return his feelings back to him.

Until one day, after some events that have happened. You have to stay in Diasomnia for about a week. He feels great and happy about the fact that perhaps with this info you guys can grow even closer together.

Well that plan backfire. Cause right now he is hiding behind his master door while hears your moans coming out from his room. He should feel happy about his new found but it hurts. You feeling get return. His master feelings also return. So now both you and him are happy together. So why does this feel hurt? I guess at the end of the story, you feeling will never be his.

So now even when you have to return back to your world, your feelings will change and you will fall in love with someone. Just not him. He couldn't look at his master the same way as before. He hates his master for stealing you away from him but he also blames himself when he doesn't do anything about it.

Well, he was never your first and won't be your last. He is also never a choice in your heart. I guess for this battle that he has to deal with. This is the one that he never wins when he is not even in the game.

[mrs-luigi-vargas]

WIP Wednesday

I mean to do these more often than I do but Wednesday is usually my busiest day of the week because its the day I actually have to do a work commute longer than the 10 feet from my bed to my desk XD

Anyway, when the year started I wanted to have the angsty aroace!Mario fic written for Valentine's Day/AroSpec Awareness Week but then I looked at what I had left to write for it and how much time I had and there was no way I was finishing it within that deadline, lmao. So I put it down and decided to work on some other WIPs instead; I have some outlines and ideas from late 2020/early 2021 that I can knock out real quick, with how much my writing skills have progressed. And it would be nice to actually put a tangible dent in my WIP pile for once. I already wrote two of them, and luckily I have a different aro!Mario WIP half-outlined that I can definitely write and finish in time for ASAW so I think I'm going to focus on that, now. It's not much to do with Mario being aro itself (aside from Peach being mad about amatonormativity for a bit, ha); it'll probably mostly be, like, platonic cuddling and junk. But it'll be nice to get another entry in the aro!Mario series after so long…It's really hard to get ideas for new fics for it :(

This also means I have to pause the WIP I was actively in the middle of working on, which was a late-2020 idea about Kamek accidentally shrinking himself and Mario deciding to mind him. Because I don't know if I'm looking in the wrong places or something, but its really hard to find fics where people are shrunken that aren't, like, Borrowers fusions or a vore thing. Which, no shade to either of those, but they aren't the vibe I'm after, haha. But I suspect the shared change in perspective and helpless vulnerability and having to trust someone who could just crush you if they wanted etc etc etc is still fueling it all regardless :)

So anyway here's some of the tiny!Kamek fic because I won't be working on it for a hot minute —

“Either that spell I’d cast was more powerful than I’d realized,” Kamek slowly said, “Or I somehow managed to shrink myself, instead.”

“...”

“I’d shrunk myself, didn't I.”

Mario’s mustache curled up in amusement. Kamek ground his teeth and fumed. Of all the stupid mistakes to make...!

Despite his magic reserves being low, Kamek reached into his sleeve for his wand; whether to put himself back to normal or knock the amusement off Mario’s face, he couldn't say. Either way, his hand came out empty. And it did so the second time Kamek rummaged in in his sleeve, and the third, and the fourth, and the — 

Absolutely not panicking, Kamek dove back into the tree hollow to overturn every dead leaf and stick pile and moss clump in search of his wand. He didn't find it, of course, and he spared a moment or two to just stand there, head in hands. With how today was going, he’d probably dropped it just after miscasting that spell. On the very dim bright side, though, at least he knew why his broom wasn't working; those enchantments weren't designed to play nice with these sort of shrinking spells. Kamek sighed. Curse Lord Bowser and his incessant, almost impossible demands...

Kamek lifted his head to find Mario peering through the opening of the tree hollow, watching him with a furrowed brow, considering Kamek’s misfortune. He backed up to allow Kamek to leave, and once Kamek stood upright, he extended a hand to him.

“I don't need your help,” Kamek snapped. Ignoring Mario’s hand, he turned on his heel, marched a few steps, tripped over a protruding bit of exposed bark, and lost his balance. His next step was on empty air, at a height borderline unsurvivable, with little but a broken broom to break his fall.

So he fell. And he hit the ground. Sooner than he’d expected, considering. Kamek unscrewed his eyes and found the surface he’d landed on was whiter than he’d expected, as well. And then it moved, and Kamek lost the little balance he’d been barely holding on to. Mario’s worried face filled Kamek’s vision, and he realized that he wasn't dead because Mario had caught him.

“...I suppose I should thank you,” Kamek eventually said, with no intention of thanking Mario. Mario huffed, but still watched him, lips pursed in thought. He was being quieter than usual, and that combined with the sudden awareness of just how vulnerable he was —  many fractions his size, unable to cast any spells, sitting on his archenemy’s palms high in the air — had Kamek swallowing nervously.

“You can put me down, now,” Kamek hesitantly said, because Mario was a good guy, and he would do that. For sure. Hopefully.

Except Mario didn't. Instead, he transferred Kamek to one hand, opened the front pocket of his overalls with the other, and dumped Kamek in there as if he was some common — 

Kamek struggled to right himself in the small, mostly enclosed space. “Wh — You —!” he sputtered. “How dare you — !”

Mario chuckled at Kamek’s indignation. The vibrations of it rumbled through Kamek's body, and the whole ‘you’re very tiny and powerless and more-or-less at your archenemy’s mercies right now’ dilemma screeched back to the forefront of Kamek’s mind. So he shut his mouth with a clack, thinking better of poking his head out of the pocket to give Mario a piece of his mind. Through the meager opening above him he saw Mario give him one last look before starting to move; with the way the world shifted probably meant he was at a brisk walk, down the forest path to who-knew-where.

Kamek sighed, making himself comfortable the best he could given the circumstances. Well... at least Mario wasn't likely to let Kamek get accosted by wildlife again. And besides, all Kamek had to do was wait until he could scrounge up enough magic to cast spells again; though he was still without his wand, he’d still be free to ditch Mario and make his own way back to the base for his spare wand and broom. And then he could make Mario pay for this indignity ten-fold.

[daeva-agas]

[Ikesen Historivia] Can a man and woman be somehow confused for each other in history?

Some theorised that it’s possible. Unlike Jean in Ikesen Vampire, this one actually has somewhat of a realistic basis, because in Japan one person can go by a dozen different names, and it makes accounting for who is who in records very difficult. 

Somewhere in 2016, news broke surrounding the famed female lord Ii Naotora: That “Ii Naotora” is not a woman, and it’s a case of mistaken identity.

That is not to say that there is no “female lord of the Ii family”. The female lord is still there. What they’re saying is just that the female lord’s name is not Naotora, and Naotora is a different man.

It’s something that’s debatable. The very historian who broke the news of “Ii Naotora is a woman feudal lord” insisted that Naotora really is her name, and this new claim is based on dubious sources. However, you could argue that this man might be biased, because he would have the reason to defend his own thesis. Until thoroughly debunked using more research data, this theory still has the slightest possibility of being true.

「ETA: I completely forgot about this other story that is actually more relevant, which is ironic since I actually made a point about childhood names in this exact post. A few years ago, there was a letter from Hideyoshi that was discovered, and the recipient is one “Saikaku”. For some time, it was believed that this is the wife of the deceased lord of the clan, that was acting as the new lord in her husband’s place. However, after further research, there were new documents discovered that suggested that “Saikaku” is a man. Saikaku was just his childhood name, and that upon his adulthood changed his name to Kageyoshi. This was perhaps a family that wasn’t very large nor influential, so it seems that their genealogy is not very well documented.]

“Nouhime/Nohime” and “Kichou”

Historically speaking, the term “Nouhime/Nohime” is currently believed to have not actually been a name at all. Her personal name is either Kichou or Kochou, and “Nohime” is just a title identifying “A lady from Mino”. The “No” of “Nohime” is the same “-no” of “Mino”.

(previously it was thought that 濃姫 is read Nouhime, but after checking on the source materials, people discovered that the text contains furigana reading that confirms 濃姫 to be read “Nohime”)

This is like saying “Prince Phillip, Duke of Edinburgh”. His name is not Edinburgh, his name is Phillip, and it’s not like we’re talking about two people with this phrase.

And even then it’s not entirely certain if Kichou or Kochou was the correct spelling, or if it might have been something else completely different, because women’s personal names is really really hard to find. Mostly they’re referred to by various titles associated to the castles or domains they reside in, and their Buddhist names. There are a few women’s name that are well known in pop culture that have turned out to be dubious or false (modern invention).

The reason Ikesen is using Nohime and Kichou is probably because those are the names people in Japan are familiar with. Basically clickbait. Even if the writers know it’s wrong, I think they would still do the same because using accurate but unfamiliar names like Kochou or Sagiyama-dono would not have the same zing for the readers.

I’m still waiting for in-game explanation confirmation as to why a man in the Sengoku would be named something like “Kichou”, because that doesn’t make sense per the usual male naming convention. It’s not like Kenshin, Shingen, or Kennyo, which are Buddhist names. Kichou is just... not a sensible name for a man to have, even if Ikesen-verse is a parallel dimension. Most of the time the name logic for NPCs is still pretty close to at least Edo era conventions.

Maybe they’re gonna say that it’s his childhood name (like Ranmaru) and he never received a proper adult name because of the twins situation. Otherwise his proper “manly” name should have been Toshi or Tatsu-something

[raevenlywrites]

NaNoWriMo Day 3

Aiden was restless. It was kind of the demon to put him up – or maybe the basic duties of a host, considering it was one of his men who wounded him – but Aiden couldn’t sit still any longer. The pain of his wound was just another drop in the pulse ache of wrongness that had come from causing so much death.

And all for nothing.

So Aiden wandered the manor, not really surprised that the demon had left no guard on him. If Aiden just wandered out, that would be the end of his involvement. He thought about doing just that, but decided to poke around a bit instead. Shadriel was supposed to be one of the first; sure he had some interesting secrets tucked away around here somewhere.

-

The first place he came to was a library. It had taken some doing to get there. At first, every door Aiden opened had simply led back to his own guest room. He’d quickly figured out the house ran on intent, and Aiden hadn’t really fixed anywhere in particular in his mind when he’d set out exploring. He’d mostly wanted to move, and make some kind of progress. All too vague and nebulous set the house’s pathways.

So he thought about information, about knowledge, about uncovering some secret, some perfect answer just waiting to be discovered. When the hallway offered him a set of double doors instead of the endless row of singles, he took it.

The library was as vast and plush as the rest of the manor. Here, the lights were fully electric, another anachronism to add to the pile. He appreciated the clarity and abundance of light, as so he assumed did the demon.

He hadn’t expected to find much, but he certainly hadn’t expected to find any people.

The guard was much like the one who had wounded him, but this one was somehow softer. This was not to say he was soft, simply softer. Like bone was softer than diamond. He seemed equally startled to see Aiden, but he stood and offered a completely unnecessary bow.

“Lord Shadriel--”

“Is not who I’m looking for,” Aiden said swiftly. “Please, don’t let me disturb you.”

The guard subtly moved back his book, a colorful paperback of the sort that most definitely would not be invented for almost a millennia and who’s subject matter was probably considered unmaly to be interested in. Aiden didn’t care if he read romance novels in his spare time; all Aiden wanted was to make even a modicum of progress.

The guard didn’t retreat.

“If there’s any way I could be of assistance--”

“If there was I wouldn’t hesitate to ask.”

Aiden tried to swallow down his nastiness. It wasn’t like him, to be sharp and cutting. Well, it was, but not in his bitter way. His wit was meant to be turned to jokes, clever turns of phrase. Meant to make his lover laugh, to draw out that smile that was equal parts fondness and indulgence.

A smile they’d tried to take from him.

Aiden sighed and offered the guard an olive branch.

“I just want to feel like I’m getting somewhere. Laying around with nothing to do was making me crazy with restlessness. Is there some section of this massive place on finding spells, or death lore, or…”

He trailed off, not even knowing what he was looking for. Hadn’t he already tried everything? But the guard stepped forward and gestured for Aiden to follow.

“There are no sections,” he explained as he walked, “Or any order to it that I’ve been able to discover. But there is The Catalog.”

In the center of the room was a table, supporting a single, massive book. It’s spine should have cracked long before, but as the tom practically hummed with magic, Aiden wasn’t surprised it remained intact.

“You found your way here,” the guard said, almost completely hiding his tone of reproach. “So I assume you can work a book that runs on intent.”

“Yes, thank you.”

Aiden went to the book hungrily, laying his hands directly on the pages. They were blank, until suddenly they weren’t. He began to gently leaf through them, letting his attention go soft as his thoughts went sharp. Books on Death. Books on Finding. Books on the Shining Ones. Books to take me home.

Without fully reading any of the words, Aiden nevertheless comprehended the information, knowledge of the location of several offerings, and which seemed most likely to satisfy his need. He let his feet carry him to the shelves, let his hands make selections, and carried his pile off to a nook to devour.

Day 1

Day 2

[lampmanliveblogs]

Some last thoughts before episode 20...

Before I start on episode 20, I wanna go over just a few quick things, just to sorta recap some of my theories and predictions. A lot of this I went over in my Conspiracy Corner 3.0 post, so I’ll try not to repeat myself too much.

The Day of Unity Comes And your world is already lost

The Day of Unity is upon us. The end of the world is nigh. Can our heroes stop it? Probably. Maybe. I’m not sure exactly what they’re going to do or what their pan is. It is a commonly reoccurring trope within many stories that a if a plan is unspoken and not revealed to the audience beforehand, it will succeed. Whereas if a plan is presented to the audience, something will inevitably go wrong. Because tension and all that.

What I do know is that the CAtTs (more on them in a sec) have a plan to try and stop Belos’ mad plans. The Hexside Alliance (more on them in two secs) are most likely also going to try and stop it.   

What is Belos’ plan then? He plans on draining the magic of all witches on the Boiling Isles with a draining spell. The magic energy is channeled through nine powerful witches, the Coven Head Witches. What the ultimate purpose of the spell is I’m not sure, but it appears its purpose is to wipe out all life in the Demon Realm.

As a side effect, this will somehow also release The Collector (more on them in three secs).

The Coven Against the Throne Hisssssssssss

Referring again back to my Conspiracy Corner 3.0 post, the Coven Against the Throne (or CAtTs for short) is a fusion of the Owl House Crew and the Traitorous Trio, with a few exceptions. This rebel group consists of Eda, Lilith, Luz, King, Hooty, Raine, Amber, Katja, Derwin, Darius, Eberwolf, and last but most certainly not least, Steve.

(oh, by the way, called it on Steve joining the good guys)

This group has a plan and a lot of skilled and powerful witches. Raine, Darius, and Eberwolf being part of it also throws a wrench in Belos’ plans, as they are needed for his draining spell to work properly.

The Hexside Alliance Goes on a school trip

While they haven’t shown up as an official rebel group yet, it was strongly hinted in Labyrinth Runners and I believe they will show up during the Day of Unity as allies to the CAtTs.

This group consists of Hunter, Amity, Willow, Gus, and various other Hexside students, as well as teachers, including Mattholomule, Skara, Viney, Edric, Emira and principal Bump. Hunter, with his insider information can hopefully orchestrate some form of attack plan.

I think it is a given that Hunter, Amity, Willow, and Gus will be there at the Day of Unity, seeing as they are very important characters. And any extra allies are always a good thing. Exactly what The Hexside Allaince will contribute with I don’t know, but I’m sure they’ll do something important.

The Lord of the Fireflies In The Collector’s Shadow

As I pointed out during O Titan, Where Art Thou, if Belos plans on exterminating all life in the Demon Realm, and The Collector just wants company after so long buried beneath the bones of Ymir, then their desires clash. With that in mind, I think it is very likely that The Collector will betray or go against Belos in some way. Maybe they’ll stop the big spell once they’re free or something.

It is very hard to get an exact read on The Collector. Based on what we learned in Edge of the World, this Grand Huntsman seems like some wrathful god. In Hollow Mind, he came off more as a childish and mischievous spirit. It is this level of unpredictability that made me label The Collector as a wildcard.

Fight through this, Blight Find the light at the end

Unless this is somehow the very first post of mine that you’re reading, you will by now know of my ”Alador will betray the Emperor and turn the abomatons against the Emperor’s Coven” theory. I’ve had it since… I don’t even remember when I first got it, but I think I brought it up in the Mid-Season Intermission I did between episode 10 and 11. So a while now.

I think that he will see Amity (and possibly Edric & Emira too, although he didn’t get an episode to bond with them) fighting against the Emperor’s Coven and chose to stand on the side of his kids. Odalia might also do that, but like… she didn’t get an episode where she bonded with Amity. Just saying.

For now, Alador remains a very useful potential ally to our heroes. Speaking of which…

Chiroptera Queen In the Forest of Misfit Palismen

Hey, remember when Luz promised Bat-Queen to help her find out about her past? I sure do. I don’t know if Luz does though, because there has been no follow-up on that plot thread at all. Still, she last appeared in Hunting Palismen, they did make a point of showing that Eda still has the whistle and that Bat-Queen still owes her a favor.

Now, I can see it going one of two ways during the Day of Unity. Either Eda calls on BQ to help  out during their attack. I do think it might be some nice karmic retribution to see Belos swarmed by a small army of damaged palismen.

The other way is if things go wrong, Eda might call on Bat-Queen to get them out of there.

In Conclusion

I can go on and on, imagine countless scenarios, come up with all the theories and predictions I want. And at the end of it, I would still have no idea what will happen. The only way for me to find out what happens is to just watch the episodes. Which is why I will do that now.

…right after I make one more post.

[princeblack]

she rushes over to him as if she has no fear, only concern written on her pretty face. he can't help but stare, taken aback in his grogginess because he's never seen someone so pretty. she has big blue eyes and a delicate, beautiful face with a little nose and small chin. she's what regulus would imagine the perfect person looks like, if the gods were to create one. her features are placed perfectly and sculpted with so much beauty that she's almost ethereal. her auburn hair is pretty too, falling from her red cloak as she bends down next to him. it almost doesn't feel real, looking at her-- like all of this is a dream and she's some guardian angel here to visit. none of the horrible things that transpired to get him here could have really happened... surely not.

he should probably cover himself but he feels a little delirious, hardly caring about that and instead focusing on her face. she seems alarmed, asking him if he's okay, which makes that fear in his chest return because all of it is becoming more and more real. "no," he answers her question bluntly. "i died... this spell brought me back." he nods toward the rocks with the sigils, green eyes flickering back to her. she'll probably want to know more, because no everyday spell resurrects people from the dead-- only dark magic that typically has horrible consequences. he hopes it's not enough to make her afraid of him.

when she tells him the year he winces, almost as if he was expecting something like this, even in his stupor. he wishes this were just a bad dream... all except for the part where this pretty girl kneels in front of him, trying to make sure he's okay. he's already intrigued by her.

"it was just 1979, for me..." he frowns, his eyes full of pain as it dawns on him what all of this means. his entire world has moved on and who knows what his sacrifice did, if anything at all? "please tell me the dark lord was stopped-- tell me there's no war. if he's still in power, i died for nothing." his green eyes fill with tears at just the thought of it, hating the suffering everyone has gone through and that there's nothing he can do to stop it. maybe this world is better, somehow? he clings to that desperation and looks at the girl hopefully, not expecting it at all when her hand cups his face.

her skin is warm against his cheek, making his eyes flutter. he likes it, wishing she would touch him some more. she seems to be checking for any harm, but then she pulls away as if she's been stung. he wonders why, the tears in his eyes not falling because he's distracted and curious about this girl. she asks him questions about his name and parents, as if she's curious, too. or maybe she's just being nice, trying to help someone in need. "yes-- my name is regulus black and my parents are orion and walburga black. you could send an owl to 12 grimmauld place-- my family home-- but if they're still alive then i doubt they would want to hear from me. if they ever found out what i did, that is." he never told his parents he was going to betray lord voldemort, but if his letter ever got out after the decoy horcrux was retrieved, they might figure it out. then he would be nothing but a burnt mark on the wall of the family tree, just like his brother. for some reason he has a hollowness in his chest that tells him they're probably long dead and he hopes that's not the case for sirius. "do you know sirius black? is he alive?" he's almost afraid to ask, not wanting her to give the wrong answer. what if he really is all alone? maybe this is his karma, though.

he sees her niffler's head pop up from the top of the basket and his brows raise, not expecting to see a magical creature in it. "oh, you have a niffler. they're amazing animals, aren't they?" regulus wants to ask more about him, but he doesn't feel well, which distracts him from the beautiful creature and his cute little eyes. besides, he needed to get out of here and get warm before he got to know this mysterious girl any further.

he takes the bottle from her gratefully, turning it up to take a large swig from it. his throat feels dry and it's maybe the best thing he's ever tasted, already making him feel better and he's only taken a few gulps. it's enough to make him feel more lucid and less like he's on the brink of death, which makes him realize yet again just how naked he is. it's cold and he really should cover up, but she's so close and she's already seen it all. he's not shy, either-- he knows he looks good, so why should he be? she's rambling nervously, making a point not to look down at his lower half. he smiles, even in his weak state, thinking about how adorable it is that she's currently talking about werewolves and lake monsters.

still smiling, he presses the bottle back into her hand, his fingers brushing hers on purpose as he gazes up into her pretty blue eyes. "thank you for being so kind," he says gently. "i don't want to tell you to stop talking, because i think it's cute." he flirts a little on purpose, because how could he not? an angel just found him in the forest and gave him a drink to save his life. "besides, i might be all by myself, now... so it's comforting, listening to you talk." he could pretend like she was here to save him with her warmth and make sure he wasn't all alone forever. but then again, she's a stranger and it would sound crazy to have any kind of attachment to her, right? he sighs, thinking more about the reality of the situation. "i hate to ask this, but do you have any clothes i could borrow? if i can get to gringotts, i'm sure i have money from my family fortune and i can figure out what to do next..." he couldn't impose on her any more than he already has, even if he wishes he could.

her mother asked bee to go visit the forest in the morning, she wanted her to help pick fresh herbs and flowers that only grew in a certain part of the woods and she needed them for a powder recipe she was working on to sell, it was also a good excuse for bee to get out of the house which she often did anyway.

ottery st had the lovelist woodlands, always so peaceful and beautiful, not too far from the lakes. it was considered one of the more 'poor' wizard villages and often people turned their noses up to it and it's people but bee was always proud of the home she came from, especially her forest, it was a good place to think and get away...especially since cedric passed away. it's been almost two years now and she still hasn't coped with it, seeing his lifeless body in the field...he was supposed to take home the cup and bring glory to hogwarts, instead he was dead at seventeen, leaving her all.alone to navigate this world and deal with their father.

cedric diggory was a star, he was the good child, the one everyone was always so proud of, couldn't do a thing wrong in most people's eyes but especially in her eyes. in some ways he was her best friend and most importantly he was the only person in the world that understood her and now? everything just felt so messed up and her world had gone dark, the diggory household was no longer warm and filled with laughter and light though perhaps that stopped the day she met her real father who posed as her professor in her third year, remus lupin the man sbes pretty sure her mother never stopped loving even years later, even now.

but that's why she comes here, so she can count the wild flowers and think. that's what the mornings were best for, cause the birds were still waking up and the forest was cool and comfortable (as long as you wore the right attire.) wearing in her red dress with a red cloak to match she makes her way into the forest, hearing the stick crack beneath her boots and her niffler propped up in her picking basket because he refused to let her leave without him, in hopes maybe he would finally find something shiny in these old woods but nothing ever really changes here....or so she thought. her eyes flicker towards a sound, she thought she heard a voice though she couldn't make out what it said it does catch her attention and she looks to find a boy...wait, what is a boy doing out here?

he's on the ground with all the dirt and leaves, looking exhausted as he calls out to her..."oh my god." her voice filled with worry as she rushed to him, only stopping when she realized he also happens to be naked, rather exposed with nothing covering him but she's pretty sure nothing is big enough to cover whats happening between his legs....and now she feels like a pervert for thinking such thing. "a-are you okay?" she says gently, she doesn't know what to do and he doesn't sound well...and he's also super naked so she bends down to height as he tries to explain why he's naked is because of a spell which doesn't really make sense especially cause he continues and asks what year it is "it's 1996? I'm almost afraid to ask what kind of spell that was if you're naked and don't know what year it is.." she says with a hint of humor but still mostly concerned. "do you know your name? where are your parents? we could call for them?" she doesn't mean to overwhelm him with questions but she's kind of freaked out, reaching out to cup his face without really thinking so she can check to see if he has any injuries...he doesn't but what he does have is a really pretty face and it makes her really nervous as she quickly pulls back.

alfie pops his head from the basket to see all the commotion and it reminds her she packed some pumpkin juice with her just in case she got thirsty. "hold on.." she says gently not wanting to startle him when she goes digging through her basket to pull out the bottle and hands it to him. "it'll hydrate you...sorry I don't mean to overwhelm you it's just, not really a common thing to find naked guys in the forest here...in fact I don't think that happens in most forests unless there's a werewolf around which you clearly aren't because you're damp so it means you probably came from the lake but the only creatures that live in lakes are monsters and merpeople and I don't think merpeople can grow legs and appear in the woods....also I." bee can hear cedric's voice telling her to breathe, she had a tendency to ramble when she was nervous and she so clearly is one she doesn't know what to do and two...he's so naked and so hot making her feel guilty as hell right now for objectifying him when he's clearly in trouble. "please feel free to tell me to stop talking..."

[cassieb1617]

Voice like honey and a sweet Smile💌

Pairing: Steve Rogers x f!reader

Fluff/slight angst

Summary: Steve Rogers fell in love with your smile.

Warnings: overuse of the word ‘worried’;language I think; small angst; insecure!Steve; black widow!reader; small mentions of parents giving up their kid but it’s only one sentence; let me know if there are more

Steve Roger thought in the 40’s way even if he now lived in the 21st century. In 1940 you fell in love once and that love stays forever. He thought that that was life. He fell in love with Peggy Carter and then he was frozen for 70 years. He woke up and was still in love with her and he thought that was it. But, dear Lord, he was so wrong when he first saw you smiling.

He first met you when he joined the Avengers and New York was under attack. He saw you talking to Phil Coulson and later found out you were also apart of the, at that time not so functioning, team. Natasha Romanoff was the one who introduced you to another and when you were saying your name, god your voice was like honey, you smiled. That smile was so sweet and in that moment he wondered how a person with such an sweet smile could possibly be apart of a job so cruel. But then he saw you kicking ass, having a very similar skillset like Natasha and he was smitten. He didn’t know if he just had a thing for women who could end him.

The missions you had together were his favourite because of your sweet smile. Somehow you managed to always light up the mood even when missions started to get out of hand. For example when Steve, Natasha, Sam and you were taking down SHIELD and HYDRA you managed to bring the four of them hope. And your smile, my god, he fell in love with it. When it came out that the Winter Soldier was actually his old best friend, James Buchanan Barnes, you went through all of that with him. You smiled and he felt better. He swore that you put him under some kind of spell. Natasha, being herself, teased him endlessly for that. In her words he was a simp for you and by the time you all were defeating Ultron he had fallen completely in love with you and his feelings for Peggy died down.

Peggy may be his first love but he was sure you were the one of his life.

When the big fight between the Avengers broke out you were on his side, having quite a similar opinion upon choices and rights, but you still tried to stop them from actually fighting against each other. Tony and Steve were both stubborn to no end and you knew it but you still hoped that you could stop this. It was to no end, though, because only hours later you were on the run with Steve, Bucky getting help from Wakanda.

You stayed in contact with Natasha and he knew that. After getting to know you better he found out that the two of you grew up together and were practically sisters. Being in the redroom together but not fighting each other because you were three years younger. He also got to know that you had a little sister, not biologically but still, her name is Yelena. He also learned that you knew Bucky from the redroom. He had trained the widows in fighting and also in English, apparently you grew close and Bucky remembered you when he saw you again in Romania together with Steve.

When Steve finally got the courage to ask you out and to tell you how he fell in love with you in every way possible, Natasha stood infront of the house you were in at the moment with a picture. In the picture were three young girls; one with blue, short hair; one with blond hair and an never ending smile; and a (y/h/c)-haired one with a shy smile on her face, hiding behind the other two. He noticed that it was you, probably with Natasha and Yelena as he began to connecting the dots. Natasha explained that it was Yelena who sent this, being the only other possibility than you considering you three had all a part of one big photostripe.

You wanted to stay with Steve, believe me you really wanted to, but if there is the possibility of more widows being in training you couldn’t let this go and you told the same thing to Steve while packing a few things in a bag. “I have to go Steve, I owe that everyone, I owe it Yelena.” You desperately tols him. “Please, understand.” Steve’s heart broke a little at the tears in your eyes but of course he understood, how could he not.

“Stay safe, will you?” He told you gently while holding you in a hug and you nodded. “You too, Nat.” And she teasingly smiled at him and nodded. “I take care of her, don’t worry.” She whispered to him when he took her in a short hug too and then you were off.

Steve was worried to no end. You were gone for a while now and he was glad he didn’t see a single news page that said that two Avengers were found dead but he wasn’t happy either. He hadn’t heard of you and he worried that you might’ve gotten yourself killed. He was constantly pacing, cleaning something up, making plans or trying or relax just so that he didn’t have to think about you and something bad happening.

And then there was someone knocking, once, twice, a third time and then a rythm and he knew it was you. It was something you both invented in case you got split up. Steve rushed to the door and he stilled upon seeing you. You had a cut above your eyebrow and there was blood on your side. You wore a white fighting outfit and had a grey vest over your body but you still looked gorgeous. “Hi, is that the senior home? I’m searching for an old man, blond to brown hair, has a thing for doing the right thing, stubborn, great body and probably a bit annoying too?” Your voice showed your exhaustion but you smiled that sweet smile at him and he melted. “Hilarious.” And with that he took you in his arms, walking backwards and closing the door as soon as he could.

“You’re safe. Oh, you’re safe I was so worried.” He mumbled that over and over in your hair, showing just how much you leaving effected him. “I’m safe, Steve, of course I am.” You comforted him upon feeling tears on you from him and squeezed him just a bit more. He got back out of your arms, just to hold you at arms length and looked you over. His eyes settling on the blood on your clothes. “It’s not mine, it’s from on of the agents there.” You explained. He led you to the couch and you watched him walking around. “Did you clean?” He looked up at you from his bag and nodded slightly, blushing a bit. You laughed. Of course he cleaned up. “Had to distract me a bit. Was so worried that you’d get hurt.” He threw you a shirt and sweatpants of him, then your bag and told you to wait as you wanted to make your way to shower. He took the first-aid kit. “You have a cut.” You wanted to protest but seeing him so vulnerable made you stop. He was worried and if that makes him sure you’re okay, you let him do whatever he needed to.

“I was so worried that you got hurt or worse. Everytime I saw the newspaper I expected to see something along the lines of ‘two Avengers found dead’ or something like that. You have no idea. I wouldn’t know what to do without you.” He expressed his fears and he didn’t stop talking. Not even when you wanted to tell him you’re okay and that it takes a lot more to kill you. “Everytime I thought: ‘what is if she’s dead?’ And everytime I thought about how I didn’t get to tell you.” At that you had to stop him.

“Didn’t get to tell me what?” He didn’t answer but he looked like a deer caught in headlights. “What do you want to tell me, Steve?” He stuttered for a bit and avoided eye contact. “Steve? You know you can tell me.” Insecurities came up in him. His whole life he was rejected or not even looked at by women. He got beaten up and god knows what else and then there was Peggy Carter but she isn’t alive anymore and he, quite frankly, wasn’t in love with her anymore. And then there was you. You’re gorgeous, intelligent, can kick ass like no other and he fell in love with you amd your smile. So, despite the little voice in the back of his brain telling him not to, he spilled everything.

“I’m in love with you. God, I’m so in love with you, your smile and the way your nose crinkled whenenever you laugh or the way care for everyone around you despite your past it-I just fell in love-“ you had to suppress a smile at the way he flushed red under your gaze. “-with you so badly. I didn’t know I could feel something so strong for someone.” He ended breathless and looked at you waiting for a reaction but saw nothing but amusement and he thought he crossed the line, that you would start laughing at him every minute but you didn’t. You just sat there. “Finished?” You asked him teasingly and he nodded, a bit too fast and you worried his head may falls off. Steve was still waiting for any other reaction but he didn’t expect you to kiss him. “I waited so long for you to tell me that.” And Steve kissed you right back.

That day may have been one of the best he ever had. When you both calmed down you laid beside him on the couch, both of you fresh showered, together may I add, in his clothes. He asked you about what happened and you told him. You told him about how you met Yelena again and how angry she was. About how worried you were that she would hate you now and that you met the only parents you ever truly had again. You told him that you found out that your biological parents gave you up, not wanting a daughter and about how sad you felt when Melina, the woman who raised you for three years, told you that. You also told him about how Natasha has blonde hair now after losing a bet between you three and that you missed him while you were away and how you took down the redroom, freed the widows and killed Dreykov and his men with your family. And he told you he was happy you were happy. And that he was proud that you got to fight your demons.

And in that moment everything was alright despite the current circumstances.

[goldenmorningglory]

not to keep beating a dead horse but for me personally, Pat's realisation comes in ep4.

it starts, particularly, that night when he's with ink at that bar and ink spots pran. he sees pran, he knows instinctively that he did wrong and than pran is probably angry and/or disappointed. but this time pat feels that sting deeper somehow.

maybe it's because he's with ink. maybe it's because he remembers that shadow of a secretive smile he got when pran reminded him about coming to the bus stop via text. either way he feels worse than he usually would.

and pran's face isn't helping. his eyes look too shiny, his smile looks even more breakable and pran simply refusing to sit with him, wanting to keep up the pretense even when it's just the three of them hurts different from usual.

so instead of continuing his date with this girl he thinks he liked since high school, he gets take out and goes to pran. sees him hurt and is instantly offering to help.

every interaction in ep 4 is a slow beat of realisation. trying to help pran up then feeling anger at being refused. wanting to make sure no one tackles pran because he noticed that the shoulder was hurting. feeling frustrated that out there in the open, he couldn't help him or care for him like he did in their dorm.

then you see pran and ink talking and ink giving pran that bracelet and pran is smiling and apparently even ink gets to have that doesn't she? and pat hasn't reached there yet so he thinks he's just hurt that maybe pran likes ink too and didn't tell him.

what struck me was the way they both knew they wanted to know what the other felt about ink. we get pran because we already know his feelings and we know why he's so hesitant yet curious. but what about pat? there was nothing holding him back from simply asking pran. but he was hesitant about the answer too though he didn't have any reason to be.

if pran liked ink usual pat could've made it into a competition. if pran didn't then pat could just go ahead. but he was afraid of the answer.

the relief he shows is pretty disproportionate cause I think subconsciously, he was relieved that pran didn't like ink. he said yes because of course pat liked her right? and so he proceeds to ask if i k would like him, if pran would like him if he were ink.

but everything pat says are things pat did for pran not ink. so when faced with a pran who looks him in the eye and says that he hates him....he's super confused.

when ink says there's a lovey dovey aura around them he pauses for a second but doesn't hold the thought cause...no way right? but he's also not very disappointed when the four signs thing doesn't work on ink??? and then he finally ascends to the godhood of emotional intelligence and figures it out.

basically whole of ep 4 was pat subconsciously realising that he feels something for pran but without someone spelling out what he should look for, he keeps thinking he's doing and feeling things any old rival would. (oh lord my dumbass lovable boy).

[kikyan]

I actually have a bit of a little odder request? I love Wen Ning/Ghost General and the fierce corpses like a lot. As well as revenants. Would it be possible to have the demon brothers (or the undateables) with a sentient fierce corpse MC? Maybe the summoning in the beginning of the game screwed up and well, MC was once a human so it's pretty close right?

I'm not actually sure how much experience the demons would have with a fierce corpse. The smarter ones would probably figure out something is wrong with the human pretty quickly. Bad news: the human is undead. Good news: It's harder to kill things twice!

And honestly it would make the whole lesson 16 Belphie killing MC hilarious and horrifying because why aren't they dying?! I imagine fierce corpses are also really unsettling for the angels to be around.

I'm not sure what kind of yandere hcs you could do with this but surely having an undead darling is useful.

I also would want to hit people with my chains if I was Wen Ning to be honest.

This is super cool I’m sorry it took me like a whole decade for this to occur 

Starting off, with Wen Ning being our direct influence. He has a mind of his own but can still be controlled by WWX. I’m going to assume that the MC was a normal human, but the spell is what screwed them up. Just chilling at home and it ends up turning them into like a ghost, since no one is there to control them I want to say they have random bursts that they can’t control. Lucifer would probably have to keep them controlled. The curse killed you, but managed to keep your soul in the body it’s just that your consciousness isn’t 100% in tact, hence the random outbursts. You’re lacking warm tones because you’re dead but what you chose to do with that is your choice. You emit a vibe towards the angels and Solomon, you’re human and they can tell but they get a bad vibe. The vibe you get when someone is bad news or there is something wrong with them. Moving on to the actual headcanons! 

When you first arrive to the devildom, it’s strange. You’re a human so the spell worked, but you’re not exactly the same. You’re dead, you have a conscious but it’s lacking, you have control of your emotions but when you’re feeling something too strong you lose control. You get a burst of strength. I’d see Barbatos attempting to erase the timeline to get you back to normal but Lord Diavolo would probably keep you just to keep an eye on you. He gives Lucifer a run down of what to expect, to monitor your condition and to keep you in line. You can still interact like normal, like Wen Ning and Wen Qing. They’re still siblings and cared for each other as such even when he was a ghost. That being said, nobody suspects anything at first. Lucifer probably gives the responsible ones the task of monitoring you so that kinda hints that’s somethings wrong with you. Satan is quick to pick that up, he hates the idea of relying the info to Lucifer but he does enjoy observing you. Mammon doesn’t think much about it to be honest but because of all the time he spends with you he starts to piece that somethings off about you. Levi and Asmodeus would probably judge you for your complexion and stylistic choices but that’s about it. Beelzebub would probably notice something when you’re with him or playing and somehow get stronger. Lucifer tries his best to keep up with you and control your bursts, I think the first one you went through was Levi’s competition on TSL. 

The angels are a bit off put. You can be as kind as can be towards Luke, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t scared of you at first. He’d be lying if he somehow doesn’t exactly befriend you or act close like in the game. Simeon being Luke’s protector would do his best to make sure you don’t pose a threat. You don’t, but he’d be lying if he wasn’t preparing for the worst should you ever lash on Luke. Solomon however, is intrigued. What drives you? What holds you back and causes this? Why did Diavolo keep you and for what? He’d probably try to work towards a cure or worst case scenario if there isn’t, suppressants. Belphie would probably notice something is off when you first meet, but he wouldn’t put it much thought. Just that you have the ability to free him, granted when it comes to killing you he’s a bit irked. You ruined his plans bro. After that lesson occurs, he’s probably the one who hangs the most around you. I can’t describe it or define it, but I just KNOW he’s the type to vouch for you. He’s the one who’s telling you that you won’t lash out on people and do something you’ll regret and that you’ll come to use your powers to help. 

As far as yandere, Diavolo, Solomon, and Lucifer are intrigued. As much as I rant about nice moments and soft yanderes here, I really want to get dark. Lord Diavolo admires your efforts and they motivate him however, he’s waiting for a chance where you fuck up and he ‘disposes of you’ by keeping you chained in his room or home. Solomon wants to run experiments and explore you, he lures you with false promises which work wonders on your heart. He definitely uses the whole, ‘poor Luke is so scared of you and he’s had a nightmare of you’ to get you to agree. Simeon does the same but I want to say that he has some religious kink where he wants you to lean on him and trust him. He wants you to turn over to their side so that he can properly heal you. Lucifer wants to have you under his control, his possession. He certainly wants to tame you to his desires, to heed his every whim. Kinky. Mammon is a pick me, I’m so sorry I love him but imagine his pride when he manages to stop a burst from occurring with his words. “This isn’t you MC, come back to me” headass. Belphie is kinda the same, but he wants to give you the benefit of the doubt. “You won’t hurt someone MC, I know you won’t”, all this for him to set up the situation in where you do in fact hurt someone. Then you run to Belphie who goes, damn well just stay with me and I’ll protect you. He’ll manage to wrap Beel into it as well. Beel wants to protect you and i think that he physically is the only one to stop you as well as protect you. Asmo, Satan, and Levi are iffy.

[astaroth1357]

Okay, but like could you imagine how the demon bros would react if MC had a fanclub, because I feel like that would be wild lol

The Brothers v. The MC’s Fanclub

Surely, the italics blurb was meant for more than this! Any old letters in any order could have been strung together for the purpose of wasting space and yet here it is, a being brought forth with intent! With substance! The blurb has a need for greater purpose, but what is it to do when its sole function is to only exist?? How can it ever hope to fulfill its ambition when it's no more than a proto-intro to a fuller, more engaging story?! Surely… Surely there is a way...

Lucifer

He had expected a human in the Devildom would have been eaten… not popular!

The MC’s rise to the social hierarchy sidelined him hard. When he had assigned Mammon to guard their human, it was with the expectation of keeping hungry demons at bay… not ushering them through crowds of followers like a security detail.

Honestly, it’s more inconvenient than anything… The MC’s fans are actually worse than his own at taking a hint and he had to give the human a map of school just to find ways to avoid them in the halls!

They usually know better than to crash any dates that the two are on (this is Lucifer we’re talking about), but they get no privacy at RAD anymore… If he tries to meet up with the MC for anything, he has to go round up all their crazed stalkers groupies before he can actually say anything.

He’d expel them all if he could, but since Diavolo holds onto that power, he just gives any of them that get in his way an eternal detention… Can’t bother MC if you’re sealed in a closet, now can you?

Mammon

His possessiveness and his need to make money are at real odds with themselves…

On the one hand, it’d be so easy to milk these fools like no tomorrow! He could sell them practically anything the MC’s touched from old shirts to toothbrushes. Pictures could go for twice as much and if he could get the MC to give out hugs…? They’d be loaded!! Loaded, baby!!!

… But then one of them tries to get too close to MC and he feels the urge to sock him in the jaw… Like, they’re suckers, obviously, but the MC is still HIS MC. The idea of a bunch of groupies following them around… it gets under his skin something fierce.

He pretty much won’t leave their side at all at RAD just so he can swat away their fans whenever he gets the chance. He may as well be their personal bodyguard, the second a guy gets too close, Mammon will have him by the back of the neck and toss him out on his ass.

It doesn’t stop him from making money off them completely (this is Mammon we’re talking about) but he makes sure they stick to whatever worthless cast-offs he pawns on them. The real deal is his and his alone, ya hear?

Levi

Jealous boi is jealous and he doesn’t want to talk about it.

The second he found out the MC had their own fanclub he knew he hated them. He’s an otaku and a huge ass simp for people in both 2 and 3 dimensions. That means he knows what fans like this do to the people they idolize… 

Just the thought of the MC’s groupies trying to get candid shots of them or going after everything from their pencils to their bathwater… Nope. No. Not allowed. Not with his MC anyway.

He starts going out to RAD more often just to stake his claim when those losers are around (yes, even he considers them to be losers… not that he has much leg to stand on but hey). 

Normally stuttery and blushy Levi suddenly upgrades to a confident snek boy literally any time he sees their fans around. He’s gotta be touching them somehow and he’ll smile in their direction like a smug asshole the entire time. Yeah that’s right… be jealous of him for a change, you simps.

Satan

Dear lord are they an annoying bunch…

Satan isn’t opposed to the MC having fans in principle, on some level he even understands it. They’re a human in a world full of demons and that’s going to turn some heads on its own, but that doesn’t mean they have to be SO IRRITATING about it...

Satan will just be walking with the MC out in the courtyard and they’ll have fans practically nipping their heels for attention… He’d be much more patient with them if they didn’t insist on following the MC everywhere, even when they clearly don’t want them around!

Satan ends up becoming a second bodyguard for the MC when Mammon’s not around. Most of the club will keep their distance from him after just a glare but he’ll start breaking arms if pushed. Satan doesn’t play.

One unfortunate soul made the mistake of trying to take a bit of the MC’s hair for a spell and Satan caught him, scissors at ready and everything… No one talks about where those scissors ended up afterward…

Asmo

Actually isn’t as irritated with their fanclub as everybody else because, like, have you seen his? It’s just one of the joys (and challenges) of being so popular! Slay it, MC!!

Asmo is the only one who tries to encourage the MC to interact with their fans more because he’s experienced the benefits for himself. 

Having a loyal fanclub can be so heartwarming at times! It’s like having a group of people always willing to pump to you up all the time - and who doesn’t need that?

Often invites their fanclub to join his fanclub to make “crossover” parties where they all can mingle together and enjoy heaps of praise! (The MC’s actual enjoyment of these “parties” is entirely up to their tolerance of sycophantic idol worship…)

Asmo does have his limits though. The MC’s lips really only belong to him and any fan who thinks otherwise will have to deal with the full verbal fury of the fifthborn… He has made several of them dropout completely… 

Beel

Thought their club was maybe a little weird at first but tried to keep an open mind… 

They certainly aren’t like HIS fanclub (who are just the sweetest people) but they liked the MC and he liked the MC. They couldn’t have been that different, right?

Wrong. Very, very wrong. They are nothing alike.

This fact became abundantly clear to Beel after he watched a few of them steal the MC’s gym shoes from their locker… Yeah, he’s not about these guys much after that.

Mammon refused to let Beel take over as the MC’s 24/7 bodyguard, but he did become the primary muscle of the “MC Security Squad.” If a fan gets a little too crazy, then Beel straightens them out with a fist and a smile.

Belphie

Heeeey, good job MC, you got some minions! Now you just got to learn how to use them.

At least, that’s what he says but he’s not actually going to teach them or anything. Does he look like a tutor to you? Too much work...

Whether or not the MC learned how to exploit their popularity properly, he doesn’t like it when they’re around anyway. Belphie’s a very, “Me Time means Just ME” sort of guy and having a bunch of losers following the MC around gets in the way of their lunchtime cuddle…

Unlike everyone else, though, Belphie has his own minions to do his bidding so now Belphie’s fanclub and the MC fanclub are having all-out wars between class periods. We’re talking fistfights, blackmail, and firecrackers. Shit gets wild.

Not that Belphie really cares or even looks as involved in any of it as he actually is. Little does the MC know that every time they pull him in for a snuggle, he’s probably just ordered someone to slash some poor groupie’s tires… Don’t fuck with the Sleep King.

[im-not-a-simp-i-swear]

I love your latest headcanon set so much and I just have to ask, can you do that enigmatic non-human MC with the side characters as well? If you can, thanks!- -🍓

Will do good friend :)

Part 1 with the brothers -> here

Continuation non-human MC

🤎DIAVOLO

- he was sure you were human, after all you looked human and its not uncommon for humans to have little backstory or to try and erase the ones they had but you just didnt do it for him. He deadass looked at lucifer when you arrived if he had picked the right human or not.

- he has rarely ever made a mistake and he knows that people's lives vary but if thats the case then... why is it so unsettiling to be near by you? Diavolo rarely hates other people but he definetely does not like the energy you give to him

- with help of barbatos and lucifer (and anyone else who'd like to lend a hand) they will all sit down and discover who... or what you are, afterall he is the prince of demons and a mistake like this, if messed with the wrong people, could ruin his plans for the exchange program and... probably even his life

💚BARBATOS

- this man could see the past and the future but not your non-human ass??? Well clearly something isnt right here

- after taking a moment to figure out why he didnt realize sooner that something wasnt right here he will do what he does best, serve lord diavolo and, in this particular case, help him figure out what you really are

- he'll also keep an eye on you, he is quite afraid of you, surprising for a demon like him but true. If you even try to lay a hand on diavolo then he will return to you death itself... and thats if its even posible because he is too afraid to use his powers and discover your real past, even more he how to stop you

🤍SIMEON & LUKE

- the poor angels... they arent able to just hate someone without knowing them, yeah sure Luke has his issues with demons but you... you are different

- simeon REFUSES to let you be near the baby angel no matter the situation, and that is shocking for someone like him. If he somehow had the balls to do so the luke will totally throw a fit and even cry for him to change his mind

- Luke would rather be babysitted by lucifer or diavolo themselves than you, and reasonably so

- the more they can avoid you for the remainer of the program the better...

🖤SOLOMON

- he could tell inmediately that something wasnt right with you, he has lived for a good while and has definetely seem some shite to know when someone is really human or not, Diavolo can count on his help without a doubt

- the wizard fella could hex you, or do some kind of spell on you to figure out what you are better, but his guts tell him to just avoid you

- wow the whole gang is actually friendlier to him than to you now! What kind of timeline is this!?

- seriously though, the fact that the everyone prefers being near him than near you is a big bad sign, (not that the cast didnt like solomon but there are moments where its clear they werent fans of being near him either)

[sondepoch]

HC: MC breaks a bone!

Demons can’t break bones. Neither can angels. Nope, from head to toe, they’re pretty much indestructible. So imagine everyone’s utter shock when you break a bone, and they’re reminded of just how weak the human body really is.

Word Count: 5.2k

SFW + mild violence + mild description of broken bones 

Characters: All Brothers + All Undateables + Luke

MASTERLIST

Lucifer

Boi flips out

So it didn’t actually happen while he was around, which is why he has so much trouble understanding what happened

You tripped on the steps outside Majolish? And you fell the wrong way??? And somehow, that was enough for you to break your ankle?!?!?!

Poor baby, he has no idea how he’s going to relay the information to Diavolo

When Mammon and Asmo sheepishly enter his study to tell him what happened, they’re highkey terrified for their lives - but learning that you actually broke a bone has him so shook that he doesn’t even remember to punish them, and he’s instead rushing to your room to see the damage for himself

He sees Belphie napping on your stomach and sort of assumes that everything is okay, and that his brothers were making a big deal out of nothing

Then he gets closer and sees the horribly twisted angle your left foot is in

Suffice it to say, neither Mammon nor Asmo returned to their rooms fully unscathed that night

Overcomes his natural hatred of Solomon to call him and ask for—brace yourself—help, and when the mage offers to cast a spell that will revert your body to its prior state, Lucifer insists on doing it himself, no longer trusting anyone else with your all-too-fragile body

Relocates your room to the first floor of the house after all is said and done

Asks Diavolo to move all your classes such that you don’t need to climb any stairs

Refuses to believe you when you tried to insist that bones breaking is fairly common for humans

Becomes super overprotective

Insists on helping you with everything

“Lucifer, I can walk down the stairs myself, you know.”

“Yes, I’m sure you can” - he says with a straight face, refusing to let go of your hand as he takes you down the two-step elevation outside the House of Lamentation

(Bonus:) One day he catches you and Levi looking at parkour videos and from that moment and onward he refuses to let you out of sight for any longer than is absolutely necessary

(Bonus bonus:) Catches you doing "parkour" in your bedroom, jumping from Beel’s shoulders to the bed, and then it becomes a new house rule that you’re not allowed to climb onto Beel’s shoulders

Mammon

He was with you when it happened, and the second he heard the crack, he screamed

Honestly, the most high-pitched, shrill sound you’d ever heard

You were more scared of the noise coming out of Mammon’s mouth than the awkward way your pinky was dangling

Only when he was done screaming did the pain actually set in, and then you were hissing viciously in an attempt to distract yourself, trying your hardest to blink the tears from your eyes because Mammon already looked like he was about to cry, and the Devildom really didn’t need two blubbering messes in one day

The one saving grace for you both was the fact that Simeon was nearby, and he used his Celestial magic to heal you (you both begged him not to tell Lucifer, of course)

Baby becomes even more possessive over you afterwards

Still can’t get over how easily it happened

“Are ya sure?” Mammon asks whenever you casually tell him you’re about to do something. Doesn’t matter if you say you’re folding paper cranes or planning on jumping off the roof of the House of Lamentation, he’s lost pretty much all faith in your ability to do anything without your human body breaking in the process

Oddly enough, he becomes much more touchy with you

Needs you to “prove to him” that you’re not injured by squeezing his hand

And then he just doesn’t let go

Oh, you’re holding hands? What? Who said that? Wait, can you prove that you’re not injured and squeeze his hand again? It’s for safety purposes. For safety.

Occasionally, though, he really does have you move your pinky just to prove to him that there weren’t any lasting effects

Overprotectiveness increases by 500 points

Starts to hover around your room a lot more, awkwardly trying to help (really, he’s doing his best) but often doing things much worse than if you simply did them yourself

Gets into a fight with his brothers whenever one of them handles you too roughly

“Hey!” He shouts at pretty much anyone who touches you “Ya gonna hurt my human!”

Will drop anything and everything if he ever sees you trip to catch your fall

Legit, he was once holding Lucifer’s cup of coffee and out of the corner of his eye, he saw you jump to flop on the couch. Cue instant panic mode: he turned into his demon form and all - literally throwing the coffee on Lucifer as he ran forward to catch your body before the couch could break any of your bones

Yeah, he got into a lot of trouble that day

Leviathan

Has officially decided that he’s never going outside again

Ever.

It happened while you were both at one of Lord Diavolo’s parties - you were trying to maneuver the crowds in search of him, actually, and another demon tugged you close and tried to force you to dance. You fought back, of course, frowning as you escaped the demon’s hold, but apparently, they pulled you back and your wrist just snapped

God, he doesn’t think he’ll ever forget the sound of your scream

The demon was punished severely, Diavolo made sure of that. But Levi didn’t care anymore - he just wanted to get you back home, safe and sound

In the following days, he never leaves your side

You have to switch to online classes, at least for as long as your wrist is healing, and Levi takes it upon himself to make sure that the assimilation process is as smooth as possible

You start taking all your classes together, remaining in the same room even if you don’t have the same subject

Homework is a little harder, since Levi usually finishes before you, but he waits for you to finish while he reads manga

Evenings are spent watching anime in his room and debating random topics (oh, and you both marathon the entirety of TSL a couple more times ;))

He even tries to let you get the video game experience, and he picks an RPG game for you both to play and lets you tell him what to do an how to move around, since your wrist is broken

It’s actually super fun because he knows where all the traps are and which ones you’ll like, so he subtly guides your character through the gameplay process to get the best possible experience, and you actually end up enjoying this more than playing solo

(As a joke, he once offers to let you play with him. As in, you use your nonbroken hand to control the left side of the controller and he controls the right side, but that turns out to be a hot mess and you both quickly abandon the idea)

Even after your wrist heals, the two of you continue to spend boatloads of time together

This boy even stops calling you “normie” at one point

Real subtle about it but he tries to convince you not to go back into society again. Like ever. 

“What if you get hurt again?” He asks when you tell him you’ve made plans with Asmo to go shopping

“Then we get to spend even more time together, all over again!”

Cue leviathan/blushingmess.exe

Satan

Probably the ONLY brother to have actually known that it’s possible for humans to break bones

Why?

He read about it in a book once

Still, that doesn’t stop him from visually flinching when he sees you writhing on the ground after being shoved into a bike rack by a lower-level demon, clutching your arm which is disfigured so awkwardly that the bone is popping out

His demon form manifests immediately, and he’s about to rip this demon to shreds when you desperately call out his name, and then he’s more preoccupied with helping you than he is with beating this demon to death

(Inwardly, though, he’s quite relieved that you stopped him from killing the demon immediately. Now, he’ll get to spend the next four millennia torturing the creature slowly, keeping it just an inch from death until he’s satisfied that the demon has paid for injuring you so severely. :))

Runs over to you immediately and pulls you onto his lap, quickly muttering an enchantment that will temporarily numb the pain

Proceeds to ask you whether you want him to use magic to forcefully heal you or if you want to heal the human way

Will respect your wishes 100% no matter which you choose

Throws himself into reading and studying human medicine as soon as the two of you get back to the House of Lamentation

By the end of the month, he’s an expert on human anatomy (and where human strength lies on a comparative figure to demon strength)

Takes it upon himself to watch out for you, threatening any demons who express behavior that isn’t excessively cautious

Starts walking with you and Mammon to and from school

Keep it lowkey, but the truth is that he doesn’t trust his brother to fully make sure that you’re safe so he takes it upon himself

Doesn’t really panic too much, he knows that you getting injured was more the demon’s fault than it was yours

Is actually very considerate of your feelings in all this

Consciously makes sure that he doesn’t treat you too differently, not wanting to make you feel like he thinks you’re weak. But he no longer trusts other demons around you, and after getting your permission, he casts an enchantment on you which prevents lower-level demons from touching you without your explicit consent

Smiles devilishly every single time one of them tries to shove you in the hallways of RAD and gets sent flying 30 meters backwards in response

Devilish smile intensifies when he finally gets around to kidnapping and torturing the demon who dared to push and injure you in the first place

Asmodeus

He’s worried about you for a good hour

Not to say he’s inconsiderate

No, he’s understandably concerned immediately after he sees you on crutches, and when you come home with a broken foot, he’s immediately hanging out with you and completely (read: barely) restraining himself from making flirtatious comments in case you’re still in pain

The second he realizes that you’re fine as long as you don’t apply pressure on it, a switch flips

Now that he knows that the fracture isn’t going to spread to the rest of your body and destroy you from the inside, he’s overwhelmed with how cute it is that you need his help to do basic stuff

And honestly, you kinda vibe with it

He’s the shortest brother, so you having to ask him for help to get things off the shelf because you can’t stand is a rarity, and he is living for it

He lives with six overlords of hell, so the feeling of someone asking (no matter how reluctant) him for help in simple stuff like climbing up or down the stairs is something he absolutely cherishes

The second he realizes how good it feels to do stuff for you, he’ll never stop

Will 100% put Mammon to shame in how frequently he starts hanging by your side

He thinks of everything even before you do, always making sure that when you guys sit down, you have everything you need to be occupied for hours: from water to nail polish to the latest gossip at RAD, this man will make it his life’s mission to be the perfect prince while you’re injured

Seriously spoils you

Even when you finally heal and get better, he doesn’t stop helping you

Actually has the nerve to start complaining when you try to do stuff on your own

“You’re going to hurt yourself! Let me do it for you!”

“Asmo, I’m microwaving popcorn”

It doesn’t matter if you shower him with 'thank yous’ or if you grunt in annoyance every time he sits down next to you with an item you were about to get up and look for, he knows you appreciate the things he’s doing and that’s all he needs

Effectively gives you the royal treatment, occasionally putting Barbatos to shame with how diligent he is in helping you out

It never stops, even months after you’ve made a full recovery

Then again, who are you to complain? ;)

Beelzebub

Suddenly becomes terrified of his own strength

He’s there as it happens, and the way your face immediately contorts in pain right before you bite your lip to stop yourself from screaming will really never stop haunting him

It doesn’t help that you get injured from something that would usually be considered child-safe in the Devildom - a small windup toy which your fingers had gotten stuck in before two of them snap completely

Man is by your side immediately

The pit in his stomach isn’t caused by hunger but by genuine fear as he watches Lucifer and Satan soothe you with magic

He wants to run over to you and wipe your tears away, but should he? How can that be a good idea? He’s easily 1000000000x stronger than that toy you were messing around with, and what if he accidentally hurts you?

He knew it was possible for him to kill you before, but now he realizes how easy it would be - so simple that he might not even realize it

Instantly steps back and begins avoiding physical contact with you, trying his hardest to be there for you emotionally but struggling because every time you ask him for cuddles, he awkwardly changes the subject and looks away

He only comes clean to you about his concerns after you get mad at him and plant yourself in his lap, wrapping your arms around his head angrily as you demand that he give you affection

“Beel,” You mutter, a light pout forming on your face. “The reason you’re strong isn’t just because you have the muscles, it’s because you have control. You’ve never hurt me before, and nothing you do will hurt me now, so stop being such a stubborn goof and hug me”

Cue very hesitant hug

But it’s a start, and he slowly becomes physically close to you once more

(Subtly tries to let you stay in charge, though. He’ll initiate hugs, but you’re the one to squeeze tightly, and he’ll simply follow your lead)

Decides that rather than being afraid of what his strength can do, he’s going to use it to his advantage - and he resolves to become even stronger so that if there’s ever anything that can cause you pain, he’ll be there by your side protecting you, whether it’s against a demon strong as Diavolo or another windup toy from Majolish

Gets into the habit of running his fingers over your hand after it’s done healing, checking for scars and making sure that you’re still completely healed

Slowly develops into handholding - and who is Beel to complain? If he’s holding your hand, he’s by your side, and if he’s by your side, he can better protect you, so there’s no problem there

Belphegor

Quietly blames himself

It apparently happened while you were alone, and you fell down the stairs in the House of Lamentation. But Belphie is 99.99% sure that you were only going up to see him, and if he had just been awake, this never would have happened

Not to mention, this was the second time he had caused you pain, and it wasn’t even intentional!

Boy can’t look you in the eyes properly after the incident

Starts forcing himself to stay awake and isolates himself in the attic

Only when Beel finally gets serious and asks him what’s wrong does he quietly confess his thoughts, and his twin is quick to relay the information back to you

Honestly, you’re lowkey relieved when you hear the reason 

You were beginning to think that Belphie was avoiding you because he had grown tired of your company, and the thought was sort beginning to break your heart

That doesn’t stop you from yelling at him for being inconsiderate 

“This is why you need to talk about your feelings, Belphie!”

“But— “

“No buts!”

Honestly, he’s kind of relieved to see you yell at him so animatedly despite the cast around your arm, it makes him realize that although you’re physically injured, you’re mentally fine

Is very hesitant about napping on you, especially since he knows that if he falls asleep and accidentally shifts into a position that hurts you, you won’t be strong enough to stop him

You flick his forehead and tell him to not to be stupid, insisting that he sleeps next to you like usual, and he very hesitantly leans on the shoulder of the opposite arm you injured

Becomes way more considerate, even when tired

Shift in your sleep? He’s awake, checking to make sure that you aren’t uncomfortable or in pain

Wake up and try to get a glass of water? No problem, Belphie will get it for you, just stay here and sleep tight

Hogging the blanket? For the first time, Belphie doesn’t even mind, he’ll just carefully snuggle closer to you, double-checking that you’re comfortable before drifting back off to sleep

Even after the cast comes off, he’s still conscious about how tightly he grips you and how much physical exertion you put your body through, always reminding himself that, above all, you’re human and your body can’t handle the things his can

Solomon

Groans

That’s right, thanks to an awkward fall, your toe is broken, and this wizard boy has to audacity to groan at the sight of you on the floor, tears in your eyes as you clutch your foot through your shoe

“As if those brothers don’t hate me enough as is,” He grumbles, lifting you to your feet and whisking you back to Purgatory Hall, where he goes full medic mode and inspects the damage

Tries his hardest to convince you to let him fix it with magic, but just last week, he accidentally turned you into a cat while attempting to place a strength enchantment over you, so you’re understandably hesitant as you refuse him

As expected, when the brothers find out, they put him through hell (pun intended)

For not being able to protect you while it happens (they ignore his complaints that it was technically you who fell and injured yourself) he is now tasked with your recovery

Aka he is your slave

You make him carry your books when you go from class to class, you make him buy you lunch from the cafeteria, you make him give you his lecture notes whenever you don’t feel like paying attention in class

Hell, if he weren’t such a god awful cook, you would probably make him take over your cooking duty, as well

“This is abuse” He huffs one day, sighing in irritation after you ask him to go fetch you a glass of water

“I’m sorry?” You ask, feigning innocence. “What’s that? Did you ask me to go tell Lucifer that you aren’t treating me properly?”

Grumbles under his breath in six different languages, cursing you out in each one of them as you wink at him

You’re almost sad when your toe finally heals, and he’s finally free

Thankfully, the two of you somehow grew used to each other after spending so much time together for so long, and (much to the brothers’ displeasure) you continue hanging out with Solomon long after you’re off crutches

Will tease you about it when it’s all over

He doesn’t forget about how you lorded over him for as long as you were injured, and thus takes it upon himself to make sure that you don’t get hurt again under his watch

(At least, that’s what he tells himself as he holds your hand to march you down the steps outside Majolish, not letting go even after the ‘threat’ is passed)

Simeon

confusedangel.exe

First and foremost, how did this happen??

He’s so concerned and shocked when you show up to RAD one day in crutches because you broke a bone on your leg

Didn’t know that was possible

Actually goes home and spends half an hour on the Devildom equivalent of Google trying to maneuver his phone and search up how common this is and whether it’s normal for humans

Accidentally opens the images tab and sees a bunch of super disturbing and painful-looking injuries, and he nearly drops his phone altogether

Instantly assumes that your injury is as bad as those, despite your constant reassurances that you’re fine as long as you don’t apply too much pressure

Lots of pampering

He’s suddenly available 100% of the time for you, no matter what he’s already doing or the time of day

Insists on helping you wherever he can, like holding your stuff for you at RAD, ferrying you from class to class without forcing you to don that heavy rucksack 

Even takes over the responsibility of walking you to and from school

He doesn’t quite understand that your injury is physical??

Like he can’t seem to wrap his head around the fact that you’re mentally unaffected by the injury, because angelic injuries are typically so difficult to induce and severe that they always cause some kind of trauma 

He’s always testing you - double-checking that you remember facts from old lectures, holding up fingers to test your sight, even asking you details about himself every now and then

That’s actually the story of how you accidentally told him that you thought his eyes were prettier than the sky and he still hasn’t forgotten it

Never really forgets about your injury, even after your crutches are long gone

Protectiveness goes up by 5000%

He suddenly becomes acutely aware of the fact that you’re surrounded by demons and, although the brothers usually mean well, he becomes impossible concerned for how you’re faring

He expresses his concerns to you one day really sweetly and you’re so touched because ??? How can someone be this pure???

To ease his concerns, you both start hanging out a lot more - when before you mostly hung out at the RAD library before parting ways, Simeon now invites you over to Purgatory Hall more often and you bring him back to the House of Lamentation so that he can see how safe you are with the brothers

Luke

Just like Simeon, there’s so much confusion going on inside this smol bean’s head

Are you really telling him that you??? the person who has taken it upon themself to be protective over HIM??? are so weak and fragile??? that tripping over a pebble was enough to fracture your jaw???

The roles in your relationship are suddenly reversed

(Or well, Luke tries to reverse them)

He does his best to be there for you instead of vice versa, insisting that you no longer need to save him from the brothers when they make fun of him for being like a chihuahua 

Lowkey, he actually earns their respect for how protective he’s suddenly being over you, but the baby can only go so far because - face it - he’s basically ten years old

Doesn’t let that stop him from shooting dirty looks toward any demon who looks at the bandages on your face twice

Immediately goes home and researches what kind of foods you can comfortably eat, and enlists both Barbatos and Beel’s help in cooking soft dishes for you that you’ll be able to eat, despite your injury

Does his best to help you where he can

Takes over your cooking duty at the House of Lamentation

Takes extra-detailed notes so he can lend them to you after class

Even goes as far as to get high-quality Celestial bandages with natural healing properties and gives them to you, hoping that everything he’s doing will make your recovery a little bit faster

He’s really come to look up to you as an older sibling, so seeing you injured (even if you don’t necessarily show the pain) has him seriously torn up inside, and it takes all his effort to keep a straight face every time he looks at you and sees the bandages on your face

If you’re even a little self-conscious about any scars afterwards, he will spend hours convincing you that you look fine (and in truth, he can’t actually see the scar anymore, so he’s being honest)

Long after you’re recovered, he will remember at the most random times that you’re so fragile despite always looking so strong, and it tears him up inside

Because of this, random, tearful hugs become the norm

Occasionally, one look is all it takes before his eyes are welling with tears and he’s burying his face inside your stomach, holding you tight and promising to “protect you to make sure that you never get hurt again”

Very innocent, very sweet

Never fully forgets ever again just how fragile humans are

Barbatos

Knew it could happen

Was sort of prepared for it to happen

Didn’t actually expect it to fucking happen

This is probably one of the only times where he regrets not using his powers to check and see what the future held - literally, it would have been so easy to have saved you had he known it was coming 

Went to Diavolo asking to switch timelines but the demon lord said no

Highkey becomes incredibly protective of you, just in super subtle ways

You suddenly find yourself invited to Diavolo’s palace much more often, and it’s Barbatos who now entertains you, bringing you there under the guise of asking you to “taste the new recipes” he’s attempting to perfect

Pfft, his recipes are already the definition of perfect - the only reason he’s putting that food in your mouth is because he cast a spell on it, and it’ll make your bones stronger

Dodges all questions when you ask about it, real slick

“Barbatos, isn’t this the same dish you gave Beel when we came here last month?”

“I’m afraid I have no recollection of what you’re talking about.”

“You know, the dessert you gave him after he asked you for the biggest banana spli—”

“Oh my, would you look at the time. Let’s get you home, now, before it gets too late”   

Used to walk in front of you when walking you around the palace, but he now walks behind you so that he can watch you in case you trip

I mean, why wouldn’t he? You managed to break your collarbone while jumping down the stairs in Diavolo’s palace - you clearly can’t be trusted to look after your own health

(lowkey also never leaves you unsupervised around Mammon again, who in hell thinks it’s a good idea to try parkour of all things in the castle of the demon lord??? and encourages it?????)

Finds it incredibly endearing when your injury renders you unable to do basic tasks

Like if you were a helpless human in his mind before, now you’re less independent than an unpottytrained demonchild, and Barbatos is living for it, especially since you’re too stubborn to ask the brothers for help, so you turn to him instead

Absolutely loves when you text him for help

[17:39] MC: barbatos?

[17:40] Barbatos: Yes? Are you in need of something?

[17:40] MC: ...i was walking around the House of Lamentation and i accidentally banged into the wall outside Satan’s room and there was a really big sound and it turns out that i knocked a bunch of his books off the shelf and he comes home in half an hour and please help he’s going to kill me if he sees what happened

[17:40] Barbatos:

[17:41] Barbatos: I’ll be right there.

Diavolo

Oh boy

This man has lived a long, LONG time and never in all those millennia has he been as pissed as he is now, seeing you sheepishly lean on Mammon for support with the nearly all of your leg hanging limp

What he can’t grasp is the fact that this actually happened in school

Like, it would be one thing if a demon had injured you out of spite - he could simply punish them for all eternity and eradicate the root of the problem

But for you to be injured this severely? In spellcasting class, no less?

Instantly fires the teacher who was careless enough to let you walk into a casting circle which almost obliterated you whole - and spends ages commending Satan for having the wit to save you before things got even worse

But that doesn’t stop him from using the full extent of his princely power to ensure your continued safety

Instantly moves you out of the House of Lamentation and into his own palace, ignoring Lucifer’s repeated requests for you to not be moved

“I need to make sure they’re comfortable,” He hisses to his right-hand man, almost to Barbatos’s amusement. “The healing process for humans is long, and I need to make sure that they get better without the distractions your brothers provide”

Makes it painfully clear that if you ever get injured again under an RAD teacher’s watch, nothing will be able to save them from the unforgiving flames of his wrath

Starts spending as much time with you as humanly possible 

He always stops by your room in the afternoon, generally to check on your well being and to inquire on how you’re faring, but those conversations always seem to wrap up late at night, long after you’ve both abandoned the original topic at hand and are lost in discussion over something else

One time, when he was feeling particularly guilty after looking at the painful swelling on your leg, he invited you back to his own room to sleep on his bed because - as the acting king of the Devildom - his bed is literally the most comfortable place in the world and he hardly uses it

You sleep in it once and can never sleep anywhere else again

For more reasons than one

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

(Reluctantly) offers to let you move back into the House of Lamentation once you’re completely healed, but celebrates like crazy when you tell him that you’d much rather stay with him, and it becomes SUCH an ego stroke every time you remind him how much you adore it in his palace

Lowkey grateful that you got injured because it was the catalyst that allowed you both to grow close

But will absolutely make sure that nothing of the like ever happens again

[cinnamonest]

Diluc Ragnvindr - Yandere Profile

Yall are so kind and I am so undeserving hhhhh

If you stand idly by that flower girl in Mondstadt her idle line is something like "All I can think about is Diluc" And honestly same

This man exudes bde I'm sorry I just... It is a known FACT that Diluc is packing and I refuse to believe otherwise, lord have mercy I'm bout to SIMP

tws: yandere, mentions of violence

tws (below cut): noncon, kinda misogynistic in 1 part

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What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

Acutely aware, and in the beginning, frustrated with his own self. He's very much a loner type of guy, and he likes it that way -- in his mind, people are distractions.

He doesn't talk to you too much, but you'll slowly and subtly notice his presence with increasing frequency. He hovers. Silent, but intimidating. He's always there, in the background. Somehow, everywhere you go, you can spot him somewhere if you try, and even if you don't see him, you know someone is watching you, from the skin crawling feeling of eyes on you. It will never go away, and it's easily enough to drive you to paranoia.

In reality, he'd like to talk, really, but he doesn't know how. For the first time in his life, he actually has the urge to speak with someone, not for his own desire to speak so much as speak with you- to learn about you, to hear your voice. But the poor thing has no idea what to say. He's used to just going about his day and only speaking to others when they need something from him.

When he does talk to you, he finds himself even enjoying the silliest and most trivial of things you say. Normally he hates small talk, and he's normally annoyed by anything outside of very serious matters, but even if you're raving about something he has no interest in, he's happy to listen just because it's you.

He's fairly aware, too. Not a delusional for the most part, and he's honestly a bit afraid of rejection - he knows he's not the most pleasant or charming person to be around, and certainly not the best conversationalist. He tries to make up for it in thinking that his money, status, and protective ability can be something he can use to draw you in, so he makes sure to subtly and frequently remind you of those things.

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

Eventually, it's inevitable. It will happen, it's just a matter of time. His reasoning is less about your fragility and safety, even if he pretends it is, and more of a selfish thing. He doesn't want to be, and he'll certainly feel guilty for it, but he's a silently jealous person. Hearing you talk to others, seeing you smile at others, it drives him up the wall. Even during the day, he can't focus, thinking of what you're doing, who you're with, what you're doing with that person, and so on. He can't get anything accomplished, and people notice something is wrong with him. Really, it won't be a very long time at all.

He's not a very good manipulator, and he can't really think of a good reason to get you to walk into the winery backrooms on your own, so as barbaric as it may feel, he'll settle for the old fashioned way, just taking you, probably when you're walking all by yourself late at night. He is very intelligent, and will most likely formulate a way of making you seen responsible for some crime upon your disappearance, to discourage you from leaving, and to make it seem less mysterious when you disappear. People will assume that the darknight hero got to you. And, well, they’re not wrong.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape? 

Initially, he's watchful, staying at the winery so that you can't get far without him noticing. He'll cancel his plans elsewhere and make sure he's never more than sight distance away from the building. With time, he'll have to leave, and when he does, he'll probably invest in some very high quality locks to keep you in. Should that prove to not be enough, he'll have to use chains to keep you attached to the wall, instead. Needless to say, it's difficult.

If you manage an attempt, he'll be angry, sure, but he understands why. The first time, at least. Don't push it. If you manage to keep trying, his sympathy for you will slowly erode with each successive attempt, and soon he'll run out of mercy, and decide maybe just forgiving you isn't enough, and you actually need to learn a lesson to prevent this from happening again.

"Again? You really... Really don't give up, do you. This is the fourth time now... You've really pushed it, you know, I've tried to be nice. If you're not gonna get that, I'll make you understand."

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

Canonically speaking, he's fairly good at predicting the actions of others. He's clever like that. However, he's not the best at reading faces. As far as lies go, he will detect it maybe 80% of the time, but you can probably get away with a bit - once he catches you doing it once, though, he'll suspect you from there on out, and be much less likely to buy your lies.

When it comes to manipulation, he's one of the ones where it's like, he kinda knows, and lets it happen anyway, if it's for the sake of you being happy with him. That, and he's just flat out weak to your smiles and begging for little things. He's got his limits, though, so you'd be wise to only use this sparingly and not push it.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

Protective to the maximum degree. Probably the worst of genshin boys.

Absolutely zero contact with the outside. No family, no friends, he might even go to the extent of faking your death to ensure there's not even anyone who will look for you.

Unlike Childe, Zhongli, or Albedo that I've mentioned as allowing you for walks or outside visits... That's not happening with Diluc. No, he's insanely protective, to the point that you very well might not see sunlight again, except through a window.

And he gets that it can get depressing, he really does, it's just the one thing he can't do. He'll try to substitute it, get you nice large windows to let the sun in that you can sit in front of - provided he's there - and maybe after a while build a little screened-in porch for the winery that you can walk around on - again, provided he's right there. You really can't expect him to let you out there when you're alone. What if someone saw you and tried to hurt you?

You get the feeling it's less about keeping anything else out, and more about keeping you in, though.

He's actually good about letting you do things for yourself, though. He won't restrain you from cooking or kitchen utensils or anything like that, unless you do something stupid like try to hurt him or yourself, in which case it'll be a revoked privilege.

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

Initially, he tries to go easy on rules, as part of his attempt to make you more accepting. He'll keep you more restrained for the first little while, and later on you'll be allowed to walk, but certain sections of the building will be off limits. He's fairly simple - be obedient, stay inside, don't try to fight. He'll invent new ones based on your behaviors as time goes on, but for the most part, he doesn't want to control you too much.

He fears getting too mad and making you scared of him, so, he struggles to punish you initially. He's probably willing to let quite a bit slide, but once he senses you're taking advantage of that, he'll put an end to it. Once again, he can thank the fact that he's naturally intimidating - he'll grab your jaw and force you to look at him, and honestly, just the look on his face is enough to send chills down your spine. If you're persistent, he's not able to leave you all alone and isolate you, no, he can't handle being away from you for that long. He'll appeal to the punishment of boredom, tying you to one spot and giving you nothing to entertain yourself with will get you to crack in a fairly short amount of time.

Humiliation works well, too. You're all alone except for him, you don't need clothes. So if you want them, you'll have to behave.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

This man only has to look at people to send them running. He's very grateful for his scowl once he realizes the power it holds. You'll be none the wiser as to why everyone you meet seems to end up avoiding you, why people get nervous when you approach, why you can walk into a public place and it will clear out within minutes of you walking through the door. It's ok, though, since you have him to go to for your problems. He'll shrug and tell you he doesn't know why it happens to you, but it's no big deal, you don't have to worry about it, because you don't need them anyway, right?

He's not above having chats with people either. If they're not driven off by the glares, he'll give them another chance by spelling out very clearly that they should back off.

With persistent offenders, though, he has to come up with other means. He's not a delusional, and he knows deep down that this is selfish, that they're not really doing anything wrong per se, but his anger is violent and ultimately overrides any guilt. He'll find a way to make them out to be criminals, spies, or some other form of bad person, and they'll meet their fate at the hands of Mondstadt's mysterious nighttime vigilante.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

His default personality is... Irritated. He scowls a lot, he gets exasperated easy - even if he tries to be a bit more pleasant for you. His irritation is so common that seeing genuine anger is a bit rarer.

When he does, though, it's one of the worst. To really, really make him mad, you'd have to be exceptionally, intentionally bratty to the point of antagonism - he's understanding and lucid enough to understand why you fight him, why you try to run, but do it over and over relentlessly, or just be a childish brat and ignore his warnings, and he'll snap. His voice bellows when he's mad, it's deep and terrifying and echoes off the walls, his eyes narrow and he stomps heavily with every step. He'll grab you by the arm hard enough to bruise, and if you refuse to follow and dig your heels in, he'll just roughly swing you onto his shoulder and carry you.

He has to exert the anger in some way, though. He's not like some yanderes that can be talked down or calmed, or are going to go easy on you if you apologize and beg. Once the anger is there, it's there until he physically takes it out in some way.

So they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

It depends, really, because he's highly lucid, so he has very little delusions about you. Unlike many of the others, he's willing to acknowledge your mental competence, and if you're intelligent and have life experience he'll acknowledge it. He won't recognize physical capability, though, since you're nothing compared to his strength. If you are a capable, independent person, he won't delude himself into thinking otherwise. It will, however, have a negative effect, probably the opposite of what you hope for - he's going to feel a bit intimidated by it, really, because if you're capable and independent, you don't need him as much. He's more likely to find ways to force your dependency on him, if so, but deep down he knows you're an equal on a mental level, and it's frustrating.

Now, otherwise - if you're a little more on the ditzy, airheaded side - it will be below. He's realistic, again, and if you genuinely do fall into the category of being naive and a bit dumb, he'll recognize it. He feels more secure in your dependency, and he's more likely to baby you this way, and will absolutely be more protective.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

He really wants you to. He's not sure if he deserves it, though. He's acutely, painfully aware of how awful the things he's done are, and to top it all off, he knows that he should wish he was a better man that had self control, yet... He doesn't. He can't lie to himself and pretend to even have a shred of regret, even if he feels guilt. If he hadn't done all those things, you wouldn't be here with him like this, and even though he knows it's selfish, so very, very selfish, knowing that the horrible things he did got him the result he wanted makes it worth it. And given the opportunity to go back, he'd do it again.

He wants you to genuinely love him, and even though he struggles with human affection and communication, he'll try his best to be sweet to you, say nice things, try to be less irritable, try to talk more.

But if dependency, isolation-induced attachment love is the best he can get, well, that's still love.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

He likes to just... Spend time in your presence. He's still ultimately not much for talking, he runs out of things to say very quickly and even if you're not talking, he's very very happy to be around you. If you're being cold towards him even, he wants to just sit there and be beside you, if you get up and sit on the other side of the room, or walk to another room (provided you have the privilege to do so), he'll follow you wherever like a little lost puppy and just silently sit right back down next to you again. He soaks in your presence like sunlight, it makes him happy.

If you show him affection, especially after an abduction or when stockholm syndrome starts to set in, it's one of the few times you'll see him smile. His smile is soft and faint, and it's less his mouth so much as his eyes that seem to light up. If you show him affection, you can eventually reach a very vulnerable, very soft side of him. He keeps up walls for everyone else, and he kind of desperately wants someone he doesn't have to do that with, so he'll crumble to your affection fairly quickly, once he's assured of your love.

Also, he's one of the ones who fully understands why you're mad. He gets it, he's lucid, and he honestly knows how awful what he's doing is. He still hopes you'll get over it, though, and if confinement and isolation except for him is what it takes to achieve that... So be it. Rather than justifying his actions, he acknowledges what he's done, but he's aware that psychologically, he's already long past the point of no return, and he can't bring himself to stop.

“I know this wasn’t... what you wanted, and, I know it’s, I know this was really, really bad, but I only did it for your sake. If you just... try to get used to it... maybe you can be happy, if you try.”

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

High, but embarrassed as all hell. He likes to maintain a very respectable and serious image, and people knowing that behind that neutral poker face is a brain running through nasty, nasty fantasies would not be very conductive to that image.

And that's what he does - working the bar gets very, very slow sometimes, and there's not much to do but sit around and let his mind wander. The more bored he gets, the more involved in these fantasies he becomes, and sometimes you might have to tap him on the shoulder to snap him out of it.

He feels guilty, really, for how he feels about you, and he knows that it's wrong and violating... But. But if you don't know, it won't hurt you, now will it? Nothing about the fact that he just thinks about bending you over the bar tables and fucking you raw is going to actually do anything bad. It's harmless.

He won't be touchy or perverse towards you by any means, and while that's nice, it causes something of a... Buildup. A lot of urges and needs have gone unmet, a lot of desperation to just feel you skin that has never been filled, and the thing about buildups is that when you reach a certain point they'll eventually burst, which is going to be what happens once you're in your new home.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

He's moderate. He'd like you to want it, he's not highly sadistic and doesn't get off to your struggling/crying the way Childe or Kaeya would. But, in the end he's very set on what he wants, and if you're not open to it, he's not going to wait long. As aforementioned, he's got a lot of pent-up need that has gone unchecked, and while he normally strives for self control, at the point of kidnapping you, he's built up enough sexual frustration that he's not going to be very patient. Again, he's not going to be mean about it, he's more the type to just kiss your forehead and mutter a few reassuring things, even as you hiss at the pain of being impaled. That's another issue - he's convinced you might just be intimidated by the size, so he'll keep reassuring you that it's not going to last long, your body just needs time to adjust, even though you feel like you're being split in two.

He's content with knowing that, even if you mentally aren't wanting it, your bodily reactions show that you're clearly not repulsed or anything.

He's also another one to use that very thing against you, much like Albedo. He can feel you twitch and clamp down when you're close and he'll tell you that if you love him you'll cum, and if you don't love him, you won't. But no amount of trying to bring yourself down is enough to override the overwhelming stimulation.

He's also one to get rougher/more intense with time. At first, he's a bit afraid of hurting you, and he's not entirely familiar with how this all goes, and even can be a bit prudish and reserved. But the more he fucks you, the more and more he realizes he really likes having a sense of control and dominance over you, and just how nice it feels to come home when he's frustrated from a bad day and just fuck that energy out. Once he realizes you're not going to break or anything, you'll notice him gradually getting rougher and harder with time, until it becomes a norm.

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

Stomach bulging/size kink

He's not normally an outwardly prideful person. His pride is more of a silent aloof type of pride, rather than a smug showoff type. He's not one to emphasize his positive traits just to look good. But, fuck, if there isn't something very, very pleasing about being able to physically see his dick making a bulge on your stomach every time he fucks into you. He'll make sure you don't close your eyes, grab your hair and pull your head down so you're forced to watch it fill you more than you can take, over and over.

He doesn't want to hurt you, really, but of all the things to whimper about, you just had to squeal that it's too big, that it hits your cervix, that it's splitting you apart, and as much as he really wants to be a good guy, you're really making it difficult. Hearing that just breaks something primal in him and makes him want to fuck you harder.

It's one of the few things he can actually get smug about, watching you clutch your gut and whimper from bruising and soreness even long after, and as time goes on he might lose enough shame about it all to make a smug comment. He knows he should feel bad. But again, you make it hard to.

Breeding

It's a possession thing, really. There's something so utterly satisfying about just watching cum drip out of you, listening to you whimper whenever you feel it filling you up. It's kind of cute, when he tells you he'll cum inside you and you panic, you squeal and wriggle and unintentionally clench down hard enough to make that happen, you practically just milk the cum out of him when you do.

Forced feminization?/housewife kink/I dont know what to call it but hear me out dammit

He has in his brain this idea of a perfect little housewife and you're going to fit that model whether you want to or not. When he breaks into goes back to your old apartment to bring clothes for your new home he'll only pick the most frilly, feminine of all the things you owned, and if you don't have too many, he'll buy ones for you.

He just likes the idea of having a nice, sweet little wife to come back to, especially after being so stressed with whatever bullshit he's had to put up with that day. Really, any darling in captivity is kinda sorta filling that role, but he's got a very specific image in his mind of you being very... Domestic. Submissive. Frilly little clothes and aprons and cleaning things and making food, it's very cute and gives him a weird sense of dominance that will inevitably turn to arousal - something about the whole ownership and submission aspect of seeing you walk around in those clothes, doing your little chores makes him really want to grab you and bend you over the nearest surface and just - well, you get the idea.

And he's not gonna listen to your whining, either, even if you're a naturally tomboyish person. You could have been the roughest adventurer there was out there, all ragged and getting covered in scrapes and climbing mountains and fighting monsters, but that's in the past, now. Now, is time for you to give that lifestyle up, in favor of a better one, one that will make you happier... if you just let it. 

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

He's yes and no, but mostly yes in theory. It fits into his little housewife fantasy and he feels it would be a good way to keep you attached to him. It would make you less likely to leave, it would give you something to do all day, you'd be happy. He's a bit worried about his own capabilities, though. He's not super empathetic and he's not very talkative. Ultimately, it would probably end up an accident that results from the aforementioned breeding kink.

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

Another one kind of like Razor, he's not gonna think it out too much, but holy fuck, if he's mad, just fucking feels like a punishment in and of itself. You'll realize just how much he's holding back on the regular when you see what it's like when he hold nothing back. It's bruising, it's brutal, and it's a little frightening to witness that kind of raw strength. He'd be one to pick you up into the air completely, holding your whole body up with his arms, forcing you to cling to him so as to not fall while he bounces you up and down on him. And really, once you account for the affect of gravity, so it's slamming into you at unprecedented force, and fuck, it's likely horribly painful, even if that pleasure is still there.

If he's exceptionally mad, he's another one willing to belt you, and while he'll certainly get off to it, it's something he'll only do when he genuinely has a reason to punish you.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

Thighs. He likes hooking them over his shoulders, grabbing the fleshy soft parts with his hands, running his hands up and down the sides. One day, one you're comfortable enough, he'd really like to just lay his head down on them like a pillow, they look so soft. And he loves looking at them too, loves things that show just enough of the curve of your hips to your legs and the soft skin underneath.