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[omelette-boy]

I found a little puppy getting wet in the rain!

[books-and-catears]

HEY BUN BUN ITS ME AGAIN BACK AT IT WITH THE ASKS

Would it be too much to ask for a super fluffy thing comfort fic with Satan, Dia, & Barb?

Or like who ever u wanna do??? 👉👈

I just could use some comfort from my faves rn and ur one of my fave writers & friends I just thought I'd ask

And here's some cute bunnies for you

From your easily flustered kitty 🐈🐱

ITS MY 🍅🐑 FREN!! YES I WILL GIVE YOU THE FLUFFIEST, SOFTEST COMFY FICS! AND THANK YOU FOR THE BUNNIESS 🐰 🐰!!

I'll do you one better, I'll give you little snippets of all of them, with a suprise at the end. ;)

Satan

He heard your muffled crying through your door. Knocking urgently, he called out your name. "MC, could you open up please?"

"Just a second!" You appeared at the door, red tipped nose, dewy lashes and hastily erased tears.

Satan's heart burns. It burns with rage pondering the reasons for your sadness, it burns with the urgency to heal your hurt. But he knows what you'd say.

"Nightmares." You'd say. And that was all.

"I'm staying here tonight." Satan let's himself in, and takes off his jacket, putting it on a chair. "If you don't mind."

You shake your head. It's a welcome suprise. "I don't mind at all. Make yourself comfortable.

"Remember the movie you were talking about? The one you loved watching in the human realm?" Satan said, sitting himself down on the bed.

"Yes. The Princess Bride. I could watch over and over." You walked over to him. He smiled and gently pulled you by the hand, almost making you fall into his lap.

"Well I happen to have it my phone. Levi got it for me." He waved his phone around. "It's not too big of a screen but would you like to-"

"Yes!" You didn't need him to finish that question.

"I'm glad." He smiled again, "But you'll have to sit close to me. Very close, else you won't be able to see."

You chuckle, the first in a long time. And placed your head on his shoulder. "Indeed I should."

He wrapped his arm around you, tucking your head close to his face, his cheek against your forehead. You breathed him in. He smelt like happiness.

"This is a brilliant movie. This particular scene was so beautifully shot." Satan made remarks at intervals. Your eyes grew heavy. All the lost sleep, calling to you at once.

Satan noticed. "Want to call it a night, MC?"

"I love this movie...you remind me of Westley." You whispered, half asleep.

"MC..." His cheeks flushed red.

You started nuzzling into his neck, your arms seeking him. He pressed a kisses on your forehead, "Sleep, my Buttercup. I'll stay right here."

Diavolo

He found you sleepless, walking around like a ghost in the shadows of the castle windows. He followed you just like one.

You stopped at the balcony, closing your eyes, bathing in the moonlight. Diavolo felt his heart pound faster at the mere sight of you.

"Hello, MC."

He whispers as to not startle you. You turn back in suprise. "Diavolo, why aren't you asleep?"

"Barbatos told me the only way to get some free time is to finish work beforehand. So I just finished the last of my work for this month. " Diavolo sighs in relief.

You clap your hands a little, "Good for you! You deserve a long break." You cheer. His heart swells.

"If you can't sleep, would you like to join me on the roof for a while?" He holds out his hand. You nod and take it, he blushes.

Intertwining your fingers, he leads you up a spiraling staircase upto to the terrace. The sky was glimmered above, Devildom glimmered below. A crisp wind blew through your hair.

"I often come here to clear my head. The view is wonderful isn't it?"

"It really is. It feels like home, in a way, the human world never did." You sighed, "But the program is ending soon, and I'll be leaving soon..."

Your gaze turned meloncholy, eyes shining with intrusive tears and his heart tightened in his chest.

"MC, if you'd like to stay longer...I will make arrangements for you." He turned you to look up at him.

"I'd like to never leave. I'm finally happy for once, I don't want it to go away." You leaned your head on his chest and let your weight fall on him.

He wrapped his arms you, almost lifting you off the ground. "Then stay. You'll always have a home here. Especially with me."

Barbatos

He found you fumbling around in kitchen in dim light, trying to make as less noise as possible. Barbatos turned on a brighter light and beckoned to you.

"MC, I've requested you to call me when you need something, haven't I?" He beckoned to you.

You almost dropped the tea cup you were holding, startled. "I'm sorry I thought you were asleep! Did I make too much noise? Did I wake you?"

"Not at all. I rested too much in the afternoon, so I am sleepless now." He walked towards you, "If it's tea you want, please allow me."

"I'd like to help." You looked through the cabinets. "I'll get the cookies or biscuits to go with it."

"Are you usually this restless at night?" He asked as he brewed chamomile tea, his eyes furrowed in worry. "Or perhaps is something bothering you?"

"It's just human world stuff. Trust me you don't want to know." You said, arranging vanilla cookies on a plate.

Barbatos reached out and took your hand. "I think I'd really like to know. Please don't hesitate to share your worries with me, MC."

Caught off-guard by his sudden proximity and intensity, you simply nodded.

"The tea is ready. Lets go out into the garden, shall we?"

The garden looked vibrant with its glowing flowers and fireflies hovering over bushes. The air smelt like a mild perfume. You breathed in heartily, as you both sat at a table.

You both talked of mundane things first, RAD assignments, events, the brothers' newest story of chaos, comparing tea customs of the two realms.

"Now that we've dallied enough, I'd like to know what's really worrying you." He cupped your cheek. It was one of the rare times, he wasn't wearing gloves.

"I can't put into words without sounding silly." You held onto him for comfort.

"I highly doubt it is silly. I've yet to see you smile. Your actual smile, not the polite one you show Lucifer."

You actually chuckled at that. "How many times did you notice?"

"Enough to know, Lucifer is yet to make it into your good books. Now please stop trying to distract me from my queries, MC."

Caught again. There was really no escaping him. "Are you sure? I tend to go on endless rambles once I start, and I'm not sure if I'll stop or slow down."

"No worries, we have all night." He moves his seat closer to you.

Thirteen

"Hey, MC! Wake up, stupid!"

You stirred in your bed, looking up from your phone to look at the window. Thirteen had half of her body inside the room, grinning.

"Thirteen?! What are you doing there?! That's dangerous!" You jumped off the bed and to make sure she wasn't hurt.

"Stop fussing about me and get dressed." She pointed at your wardrobe. "We're going to go a bar and get drunk."

You glanced at the clock. "It's 2:45 am."

"Yeah! Perfect time to drink!" She said, letting herself in completely as you opened the window further.

"Why me, suddenly?" You asked.

"I'm stuck in a house with three angels. One of them is an emotionless stickler, one is a child and the other one hasn't updated himself since the 17th Century. I'm miserable." She whined.

"You're the only one I can have an actual conversion with and I need to get drunk to deal with the bozos back at the house."

"What a predicament indeed." You covered your mouth to not laugh too loud.

"Yeah yeah, your laugh is adorable but chop chop! Happy hour starts at 3 am!" She opened your wardrobe and picked out an outfit for you. "Your style ain't half bad. Lemme borrow your tops sometime."

You gushed at the thought of her wearing your clothes. "Yeah sure, anytime."

"Now change. What's taking so long?" She stood, crossing her arms.

"I can't change with you just standing there, looking at me."

She groaned and turned around. "Oh god you humans and your weird rules. You think I haven't seen naked human bodies before? Honey, I'm death. I legit see y'all naked in the morgue most of the time."

You let out a laugh as you slipped into the clothes she picked. "That's a morbid thing to say before going out drinking."

"Whatever." She scoffed, "You're changed aren't you? Now let's go. Careful getting down, we don't wanna wake that old fart, Lucifer."

"We call him Lucifart for a reason." You said, following her out the window. She snorted in laughter.

"Now, we run. Lets go, slowpoke!" She grabbed your hand and ran. You almost toppled over but you paced yourself in time.

The streets were mostly empty. Orange street lights flooded the way as you both ran, wind in your hair, laughter loud and free.

[diavohno]

peccant pt.1

▹ pairing: lucifer x fem!reader, mammon x fem!reader, leviathan x fem!reader, satan x fem!reader, asmodeus x fem!reader, beelzebub x fem!reader, belphegor x fem!reader

▹ genre: smut, rut!au

▹ words: 6.6k

▹ rating: nsfw

▹ warnings: mc curses like a sailor and solomon has no filter, lucifer’s had a rough time, a pinch of grinding, mentions of masturbation, hickies, explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, rough sex

▹ notes: tadaa! this took a bit longer than I had originally planned (hence the big gap between the sneak peek and the full release) but I was determined to crank this out for @hornywrath​‘s birthday! hope you enjoy a lil bit of mammon hun, and happy birthday! also, I guess this also counts for a 400 follower milestone, which we hit very recently! thank you all for being here, I hope the wait was worth it ;)

“Solomon, I’m about ready to fight someone,” you seethed to the sorcerer as you glared up at his ceiling from your comfortable resting spot on top of his bed.

The entire situation was ridiculous. The brothers had been actively avoiding you almost all week, which was annoying enough, but today they had cut off all communication with you entirely. No one came down to breakfast, no one was in any of your shared classes, and no one even bothered to text you so you’d know what the hell was going on. If they were going to give you the cold shoulder the LEAST they could do would be to tell you why.

Instead, you were left to wonder what you had done wrong because surely there was some explanation for their behavior. After a full day of scouring your memory during boring classes (in which there was no one to distract you, unlike usual) you were still drawing a blank on what exactly you had done. 

This only meant one thing: you were 100% innocent in this situation, and the brothers would never live this down if you had anything to say about it.

When you were about halfway back to the House of Lamentation after class your D.D.D. buzzed. Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest seeing that the notification was a text from Lucifer. It was the first time any of the brothers had contacted you all day! With any luck, you’d finally get some explanation as to just what was going on, and (if you were lucky) an apology. The second one is highly unlikely given that it was Lucifer who had texted you, but you still had hope. That is, until you opened the message.

After class, immediately go to Purgatory Hall. You will be staying there with the other exchange students until further notice.

A second set of buzzes followed the first, in case one punch to your heart wasn’t enough.

Under no circumstances are you allowed to return to the House of Lamentation without permission.

Excuse you? Were you seriously just told that you weren’t allowed in your own house anymore? Sadly, yes, that seemed to be exactly what had just happened, and Lucifer isn’t the sort of person that you’d argue with about an order.

But come on, you hadn’t even gotten an explanation!

With no other choice, you turned your livid butt around and marched (read: stomped) over to your new home, ready to tell (read: rant to) your fellow exchange students of the injustices you had been served as of late. As if Lady Luck wanted to send an ‘F U’ herself, Solomon was the only one in Purgatory Hall when you arrived. Not the beautiful and benevolent Simeon, or Luke, who you thought of as an angelic younger brother, but Solomon, with a fox’s grin that was far too smug for your liking. And, unfortunately, the smugness only grew as you lamented about how abysmally bad your week had been thus far.

“Oh, y/n,” he said, a teasing coo woven into his tone. Your attention shifted from his incredibly interesting ceiling to his incredibly boring head that he was propping up on his desk with his incredibly boring hand. Solomon may be one of your best friends, but you’d be lying if you said he didn’t push your buttons all the damn time. “You’re so naive to the ways of the world.”

“Sorry I’m not a fancy pants magic bitch like you,” you grumbled with no real bite behind your words. Would you believe he then had the audacity to snicker at you? Because that’s exactly what he did. It took all of your strength plus a little extra from the Big Man Upstairs to not clock the white-haired menace into next week. “Solomon, explain to me what’s going on before I do something I won’t regret.”

Ever the fake pacifist, he raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, no need for violence. And, really, it’s your own fault that you don’t know about demon ruts.”

Silence filled the room, leaving you to sit there and drown in it as Solomon seemingly decided the desk itself would make a much more comfortable seat than his chair. With just those few words he had managed to switch your brain from operating on Google Chrome to Internet Explorer, and what is the next thing he does? Perches on his desk like it was normal. 

After some time passed with you buffering and Solomon preening as if he had just been graced by God, you finally managed to spit out, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

More snickering. Try as you might, you couldn’t fight off the blush that had been steadily creeping onto your cheeks, so you instead gave in and decided to find out as much as you could. “You mean, right now, they’re at home—”

“Jacking themselves off on anything of yours that they can get their cummy little demon mitts on? Ding ding ding, you’ve guessed it! Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve been in your room already. Having a—” calculating eyes swept your form from head to toe before continuing irritatingly hesitantly, “presumably fertile female so close is akin to torture when they’re rutting, so what remains of your pheromones are probably the only thing they can smell at the moment.”

Taking the high road for once in your little gremlin life, you chose to ignore the ‘presumably fertile’ comment and remained focused on the topic at hand: the brothers were going through a demon rutting period. “That is so unbelievably disgusting and hot at the same time.”

So some of your inner gremlin slipped out, sue you.

Solomon sighed as if he expected nothing more from you, white strands of hair falling onto his face as he pressed it into the palms of his hands. “Leave it to you to be turned on by the suffering of others.”

“Shut it, Solomon, you know what I mean.” Heat flared across your cheeks at the insinuation. You may be many things, but a sadist was not one of them; Lucifer had that title locked down anyway. “Dammit. What do I do, Solomon? Lucifer texted me saying that I can’t go back, so does he really expect me to wear the same clothes for however many days it takes for their ruts to end?”

“Probably. He’s twisted like that. Ooh, what if he’s getting off to the idea that you’re—”

Before you had a chance to cut Solomon off from finishing a sentence that would have undoubtedly mortified you to no end, a series of rapid-fire buzzes from your phone did it for you. You had patted both yourself and the area around you on the bed down thoroughly only for Solomon to dangle your phone in the air. Warning bells sounded off in your head loud and clear the moment you noticed his cheeky grin.

“I think you should put this one on speaker.”

With a flick of his wrist, your phone sailed through the air and landed on the bed next to you after you failed to catch it. Ignoring Solomon’s snort, you flipped your phone over to see who was calling you. The name, along with everything you had just discussed with Solomon, caused your pulse to pound in your ears.

It was Mammon.

Panic ran through your veins like liquid lightning. Should you answer it? There could only be one reason why he would be calling if he was rutting. Warmth shot straight to your core. Deep down, you realize that if he was calling you to ask for help, you’d say yes. Solomon cleared his throat and gestured at your phone, reminding you to answer before you lost your chance. Without hesitation, you answered the call, switching to speakerphone with a pointed glare from the man across from you.

Within seconds, breathy groans rang out from the phone. Your face flushed as you spared a glance at Solomon, who had donned a shit-eating grin, before your attention snapped back to the phone upon hearing Mammon’s voice. “Where are ya, y/n?” he whined. “I need ya so bad.”

Your teeth caught your bottom lip between them. “Lucifer told me not to come back for now, so I’m at Purgatory Hall.”

A string of expletives exploded from the speaker, although they died down as quickly as they started. When Mammon addressed you again, the pleading tone to his voice was in no way subtle. “Please. . . Please come help me, y/n. I need ya.”

“Mammon, babe, are you rutting?” Your eyes widened in horror while Solomon snickered gleefully; the question had fallen out before you could really even think about it. 

You weren’t given much time to worry over it, though, as Mammon answered in confirmation, “Yeah. And everythin’. . . Everythin’ fuckin’ HURTS. It hurts so bad, y/n, please.” Images of some of your succubi and incubi friends flashed through your head. It would probably be best that a demon helped him through his heat. If you helped, you’d likely get hurt. You had just begun to offer to call one of your friends when your words were cut short with a growl. “No, dammit! I only want you! Only you, ya hear me, y/n?”

A milky-white hand clamped firmly against his mouth was the only thing preventing Solomon from alerting Mammon to the fact that you were not the only human hearing him at that moment, and that hand was getting dangerously close to not being enough to save the two of you. The thought of how Mammon would react upon finding the two of you out sent a shiver down your back. You could NOT let that happen.

Executive authority coursed through you as you turned off the speakerphone and brought it up to your ear instead; a curling lick of satisfaction in your chest was the only thing Solomon’s huff of discontent managed to elicit. “Okay, Mammon, I’m on my way.”

A pleased groan answered your words, followed by a click. You blinked a few times, waiting to no avail for anything else— he had hung up on you. Although you’re not quite sure what you expected (some thanks would have been nice) you couldn’t help but to notice how your body seemed to be thrumming with anticipation.

“Oh, you’re on your way, are you? You DO realize that if you go to help one of them you’ll have to help ALL of them, right? So are you stupid? Is that it?” the whirlwind that was Solomon accused, white brows furrowed in total scorn. “And here I was, thinking that you were a creature of intelligence. Oh, how it pains me to be wrong.”

Already on your feet, you pocketed your phone and smoothed out your clothes, ready to head to the House of Lamentation at any moment. After concluding that you were presentable enough to go have a demon rip your clothes off your body— a matter that you had grown incredibly serious about in a somewhat suspiciously short amount of time, as if the thought of being ravaged by the brothers had crossed your mind before— you turned to address the snarky sorcerer in the room. “You heard him, Solomon. He’s in serious pain right now, and he wasn’t going to accept anyone else’s help getting through it.”

“That’s a bullshit excuse and you know it,” he said in exasperation. “He’s a DEMON. He’d say whatever he needed to in order to get you there!”

Arguing with him was clearly going to get you nowhere. Instead, you stared down Solomon, daring him to continue trying to change your mind. It was a battle of the minds, and luckily for you, you happened to be one of the most bull-headed humans to ever grace the earth. After what couldn’t have been more than a few minutes, Solomon relented with a burdened groan.

“Fine, just let me cast a spell on you so you aren’t impregnated and obliterated, for the love of God.” His eyes searched yours imploringly. If you didn’t know any better you’d almost think that he was worried about you, but that would be a ridiculous idea. Still, you agreed, to which he let out a breath of relief.

Without wasting any time he crossed the room and took your hands in his own. Low mutterings in a language you didn’t recognize left his mouth, so you focused on the feeling of his hands; they were surprisingly soft and a bit bigger than you had previously thought.

A faint warmth and a corresponding tingling sensation started at your fingertips and soon encased your entire body, the tingling somehow reassuring as it raised goosebumps to the surface of your skin. Your eyes flitted up to Solomon’s questioningly, only for them to widen in shock— his eyes had gone entirely white and were glowing. Just as you were about to admit that his magic was actually pretty cool, it stopped.

The warmth and tingling disappeared, and Solomon’s eyes blinked back to normal. The only effect of the magic that you could feel was a particular humming sensation in your lower abdomen. That, and you felt like you could take on Diavolo himself and win, but that wasn’t a new feeling; an uncommon one, sure, but definitely not new.

Satisfied with his work, Solomon staggered a few steps backward before flopping onto his bed. “You should be good to go.” He propped himself up on his elbows, fixing you with a squinted stare. “You’re lucky I enjoy our banter, y/n. Can’t let you go and get yourself fucked to death, now can I?”

“God, don’t phrase it like that,” you said in a strangled voice, to which Solomon cackled and dropped onto his back once again. Just when you thought the two of you might have grown closer, he had to go and say something as mortifying as that. With renewed vigor, you scurry out of the room.

Solomon’s silvery voice echoed through the open door behind you. “Like what, the truth?”

He just managed to catch your snort before you walked out of earshot, leaving the sorcerer sprawled out on his bed, his chest heaving in deep breaths of air. The spell he had cast on you had taken quite a bit out of him. Now, he struggled to even keep his eyes open as waves of sleep crashed over him.

Would it normally take this much energy to prepare a human body for a demon rut? He supposed not, although it wasn’t exactly something he did except on the rare occasion, but he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that you wouldn’t just be dealing with one demon. There was something else, too. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

Ah, well, it was sure to come to him after he had rested up again. The comforting blanket of sleep settled over him, as well as his own blankets after he slipped under their covers. Right before he entered dreamland, the vision of a glowing pact mark appeared in his mind. His eyebrows knitted together; was this a premonition?

However, the mark was soon swallowed up by the foggy mist of his mind, and Solomon drifted off to sleep. 

x x x x x

Never before had you gotten to the House of Lamentation faster than you did today. Just going home wasn’t nearly the same level of motivation as going to get some demon dick, so you hauled ass in record time, weaving in and out of random pedestrians you encountered that were walking the paths around the Devildom. Your friends really were right: you had no hope of making it into heaven. The worst part is, they had no clue whatsoever how true that statement was.

You came to a halt in front of the dorm you had recently come to call home, your hands on your knees as you struggled to regain your breath. It took everything you had not to just collapse into a weary heap on the front steps, but the promise of what was to come was enough to keep you going. Instead, you took a minute to steady your breathing before climbing the steps and slipping into the house. Technically, Lucifer had forbidden you from coming home, so it would probably be best to not alert him to your unwanted presence.

Thankfully, you had plenty of practice tip-toeing around from all of the times you’d snuck out with Asmo to go clubbing. Lucifer would never know you were there.

As you snuck past the kitchen toward the hallway of bedrooms, the sound of the tap turning on freeze you in your tracks. With your heart in your throat, you slowly twisted your head toward the direction of the sound, hoping from the bottom of your sin-stained heart that the person responsible wasn’t who you thought it was.

There, his bare back hunched over the sink with a glass of water clenched tightly in his degloved hand, stood Lucifer. Although the mere presence of the man had you rattled, what he was wearing— or rather, what he WASN’T wearing— made you even more so. He had donned a pair of baggy grey sweatpants that rested low on his hips and had lost the rest, leaving little to be imagined. Little to be imagined of HIM, that is— the sight sparked plenty of thoughts on your part. 

The temptation to slink away to Mammon before you were discovered was great, but the temptation of marveling this new side of Lucifer was greater; you steeled yourself and moved toward him.

His rut seemed to have taken quite the toll on him already, as his usually well-kept hair was now disheveled and somewhat damp as if he had just recently gotten out of the shower. A shiver ran down your spine as the image of Lucifer in his shower was plastered to the forefront of your mind. With much thanks to your abysmally short attention span, the thought was easily discarded when you noticed that his muscles rippled along his back with each movement he took: emptying his glass; placing it back down on the counter; pushing his hair back.

Even as he turned around and realized someone had joined him in the kitchen, you couldn’t find it in yourself to run for cover. Maybe you’d screwed up your survival instincts at some point?

“y/n?” Lucifer croaked, his gaze predatory as it raked down your form. Something akin to a harrowed smirk cracked across his face when you shivered at the intensity radiating off of him, yet it was soon replaced with a pained grimace. His hands clenched the edge of the counter behind him so tightly that his knuckles were white as he ripped his gaze away from you. “I believe I explicitly told you not to return here until you received further instruction. You disobeyed me.”

You’d be lying if you said that the commanding growl in his words didn’t turn you on. Hell, if anyone told YOU that you’d just laugh in their face because damn if that wasn’t the sexiest thing you’d ever heard. Not to mention the electrifying effect it had on your body; it was as if every fiber of your being was on edge right now, acutely aware of every single thing that Lucifer said or did.

You found yourself longing to press your body up onto his, to entangle your hands in his already messy hair and mesh your lips together while you hook one of your legs around his waist to keep him close as he slams you up against the counter—

The purposeful clearing of his throat snapped you out of your imagination. It’s odd for you to have become so withdrawn from reality, but you just chalked it up to it being a side effect from whatever spell Solomon had cast on you. Anyway, Lucifer had asked you a question, and while it may not have been the smartest decision in the long run, you were in no mental state to be pulling lies out of your ass. “Mammon asked me to come over and help him.”

“Oh really? So you’ve discovered our dirty little secret, but still came?” he hummed in thought, more to himself than to you. Some switch must have flipped in him as he had gone from very obviously holding himself back to slowly stalking toward you with a wolfish glint in his eyes. It was at that moment that your survival instincts kicked in and you took two small steps back for every one Lucifer took forward. Sadly, you seemed to have walked further into the kitchen than you had originally thought you did and soon found yourself pressed along the center table with nowhere else to run from the demon in front of you.

A pink tongue darted out from his mouth, wetting the bottom lip that it dragged along. Lucifer had you right where he wanted you. It took a total of three steps for him to close the gap between you two, his arms resting on either side of you to cage you in. Desire flickered in his half-lidded eyes as he stared you down. “Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for you to be here?”

You hummed in response, too fixated on how alluring his slightly-parted, flushed lips looked. Due to your intense focus on said lips, you didn’t miss how the corners of his mouth quirked up before he leaned forward and out of your sight. Your breath caught in your throat as his heated breath fanned out across your neck while he spoke. “You’re lucky that you ran into myself and not one of my brothers. Unlike them,” his hips met yours and instantly began to slowly roll, “I can control myself.”

The hardness of his length and the waver in his tone seemed to suggest otherwise. 

A devious thought pushed itself to the forefront of your mind, one that you were all too willing to go along with. One of your hands ghosted down his chest, your nails lightly scratching his pale skin while the other snaked upward and caressed his cheek. Lucifer shuddered into your touch and bit back a quiet groan, his hips grinding against yours with a tad more urgency.

“What happened to being able to control yourself?” you asked breathily. With any luck, you’d be able to get his self-control to snap and he’d take you right then and there. Your thighs tensed slightly as heat shot to your core at the thought.

Then he pulled away and your entire mastermind plan came crashing down.

Lucifer stumbled backward, fingers pinching his nose tightly shut as he glared holes into the ground. Wait, do you smell or something? You could’ve sworn you had put deodorant on that morning. A discreet sniff of yourself reassured you that you did not stink, so why the abrupt stop?

“I believe that you should find Mammon in your room.” He staggered backward with urgency; so much so that he would have clipped his side on the counter had you not warned him. Pink dusted his cheeks for a moment as he cleared his throat, clearly embarrassed from not noticing the counter. Your bemusement was cut short, however, when he fixed you with a piercing look that sent shivers down your back. “I expect to see you in my room once you are finished.”

Unable to stop yourself, you quipped back, “I’ll think about it.”

“By all means, do,” he purred, red eyes narrowing into seductive slits. Even as he backed out of the room, sweat beads beginning to glisten on his forehead, he somehow still made you want to do nothing more than hand yourself over to him completely. “But let me assure you that the actual thing will be so much more enjoyable than whatever you end up imagining.”

With that, he was gone, and you were left with nothing but yourself and your newfound neediness. You had half a mind to chase after the first-born, but the other half of your mind was insisting that you go to Mammon, as he was the one who had called you in the first place. With a small sigh, you headed off down the hallway toward your room. It was a short walk, as per usual, but the anticipation that had once again began to swirl in your stomach lengthened it a good bit.

What, exactly, did helping a demon through their rut entail? You assumed that they needed help finishing, but was that it? Of course, you’d help the brothers out with anything, ESPECIALLY if they were in pain because of it, but it was a little unnerving not knowing exactly what you had gotten yourself into. Thank God that Solomon had been there to help cast a spell on you (which you still had no clue what it did, but you trusted him enough to believe that you’d be fine) because, now that you’ve had some more time to think about it, there was no way you’d be able to walk away from this little excursion of yours unscathed.

You hesitated outside of your partially opened door for just a moment before stepping inside and locking the door behind you. As you turned around to once again face the rest of your room, quiet huffing and groaning alerted you of the demon in the room with you.

The sight that blessed your eyes ignited a white-hot fire in your core.

Mammon was sprawled out buck-naked on your bed, your sheets and comforter rumpled enough to lead you to assume that he had been wriggling around on them for a while. As a surprise to no one, your eyes immediately zeroed in on his hand— namely, how said hand was loosely wrapped around his length and lightly jerking it. His caramel skin glistened under a sheen layer of sweat from his exertions, and his head was tipped back against your pillow as he chased a semblance of relief.

You mindlessly take a few steps toward the sight. Had he not noticed you were in the room yet? Considering how tightly his eyes were screwed shut and how his breathing was getting progressively louder, it wasn’t impossible.

“Mammon?” you called out hesitantly, unsure if you should be interrupting or not. Although, he had called you specifically to help him with this exact thing, so maybe you were worrying about nothing.

His eyes snapped wide open the moment his name came out of your mouth; he really hadn’t heard you enter then. A shuddering inhale shook his form for a moment before he pushed himself up to a seated position and said in disbelief, “You really came.”

As if you could ignore his phone call. You rolled your eyes as you finished closing the gap between the two of you, your hands lifting to cup Mammon’s warm cheeks. “I said I would, didn’t I?” Unintelligible mumbling followed that you silenced by pressing your thumb against his lips. “What do you want me to do?”

Without a word, Mammon’s hands gripped your waist and guided you onto his lap, your knees on either side of him. His hot mouth instantly found your neck, the feeling of his hasty kisses and the occasional nip stealing your breath away. Not staying in one place too long, the kisses quickly trailed their way down toward your collarbone, only for the fabric of your shirt to get in the way. Aside from his annoyed grumbling, Mammon didn’t make any comments about it and simply tugged at your shirt, wordlessly asking you to take it off.

Of course you complied (because why would you not?) and freed yourself from the now-restrictive fabric. No sooner had you wriggled out of your top than had Mammon’s hands begun to roam all over your body, almost as if he was attempting to commit your form to memory. 

Everywhere his hands went brought a tingling sensation to your skin. Eventually, one dipped low enough to fiddle with the band of your shorts, although it didn’t go any farther than that. As great as the makeout session was, a growing firmness pressing along the inside of your thigh and the unsteadiness of his touch reminded you of exactly why you were called in the first place.

“Mammon,” you tried, but your words fell on deaf ears as Mammon was too lost in the feeling and taste and touch of you to even register that you had spoken. Fog rolled across your mind as he found a particularly sensitive spot and capitalized on it, teeth gently scraping against the skin which was immediately followed by a soothing swipe of his tongue. Still, you found it somewhere within you to try again. “Mammon, wait.”

“Hm?” His lips buzzed pleasantly against your neck, eyes turning up toward your own.

Your stomach flipped at the sheer want pooling in their golden ichor. “I’m here to help you with your rut, but right now I feel more like we’re focusing on me.”

“Of course I’m focusin’ on you,” he harrumphed, a look of embarrassment shading his features. “You’re a human! There’s no way you’d be able to jump right on in without gettin’ hurt, so I’m… I’m tryin’ to warm you up a bit.”

You chuckled, running a hand through his hair reassuringly. “That’s awful sweet of you, babe, but I’m seriously fine. Solomon hooked me up with some magic before I came over, so I’m all set.”

His grip on your hips tightened at the mention of the sorcerer, but he didn’t say anything about it. Instead, his hands jumped from your hips to your shoulders, flipping you onto the bed with Mammon positioned between your legs. You’d never noticed it before, but his canines were slightly more pointed than a human’s; they’re all you focused on when a smirk crept onto his features. “You should’ve said somethin’ sooner.”

If before had been the warm-up, then the main event was the warm-up times ten. Your mouths crashed together, and you found yourself fighting to stay caught up with Mammon’s urgent pace. The bed creaked underneath the two of you as Mammon rushed to get the rest of your clothes off. It was impressive how he managed to slide off your shorts without breaking away from you, but you weren’t allowed to dwell on that thought for very long at all.

“You’re sure about this?” His breathless question warmed your heart. Even now, as his legs trembled with the discomfort he was surely in and his gaze grew hazy, he had the decency to make sure that you were sure. You hadn’t faltered from your original commitment once, but now you were certain you had made the right choice.

A cheeky grin split across your face. “I’ve never been more sure about something in my life.”

No sooner had you gotten the words out than had Mammon’s cock shoved its way through your entrance, his hips pressing flush against your own. The burning feeling of your walls stretching to take him in so suddenly proved too much to handle, your body arching into his own as a gasping whine tore from your lips.

For a moment— just a moment— he stilled, allowing you to adjust to his size. One of his hands hooked underneath your knee and pulled it closer to your side so he could get a better angle. A shot of pleasure ran through you as the repositioning briefly caused your muscles clenched around him. Seeing the shudder rack your form, Mammon rolled his hips into yours. Your head tipped back at the feeling of his swollen length dragging against your walls, and he wasted no time in leaving blossoms of orchid and rouge along the now-exposed column of your neck.

As your eyes rolled back at the feeling, you missed how he shifted above you, gripping the head of your headboard with his other hand for support. You didn’t miss how his hips pulled back and thrust up into you, nor did you miss how each thrust following that was just as strong.

Unrestrained sounds fell from your open mouth as Mammon launched into an aggressive pace that left you scrabbling for purchase on his shoulders or back so you wouldn’t hit your headboard. The moment your hands bumped into something protruding from his back, your eyes flew open to search for what exactly you had just touched. 

At some point, Mammon must have shifted to his demon form, as his wings were currently curling over the two of you almost like some sort of shield. Your legs squeezed together at the sight, allowing Mammon’s next thrusts to find your g-spot. 

“Fuck, Ma-Mammon,” you cursed, the demon on top of you growling lowly as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned before pressing a firm kiss along your jaw. “You’re doin’ so good for me, y/n.”

You answered with a keening moan, as you were sure that you wouldn’t be able to articulate any more actual words— not while Mammon kept plowing into you at this speed, anyway. Tension coiled tightly in your abdomen, each thrust drawing you closer and closer to your peak. You couldn’t tell how close Mammon was, but with as ragged as his panting was growing, you assumed he wasn’t all that far behind you.

With every passing moment, your body grew more and more flush with heat and your moans increased in volume, which Mammon encouraged with more whispered praise. One particularly strong smack of his hips against yours triggered the release of a loud whine from your throat, and you were sure you wouldn’t be able to last much longer. “Just like that, sweetheart.” His lips brushed tantalizingly against your ear, making sure that you heard him over yourself. “Let ‘em all know who’s makin’ you feel this good.”

A few more solid thrusts were all it took to make you unravel, your toes curling and your body arching into Mammon at the utter bliss engulfing you entirely. 

“Mammon!” you wailed, all other words escaping you as stars danced behind your eyes. Your walls clenching down on him pushed Mammon over the edge as well, his hips stuttering before pressing as deep inside of you as he could, release spilling into your throbbing core. A groan tumbled from his lips as his teeth sunk into the crook of your neck, the sharp stinging drawing a soft whine from yourself.

After a few moments of deepening his mark, Mammon flopped onto his back and rolled you on top of him, his arms wrapping tightly around your body to gently hold you against him. The bliss from orgasming was now wearing off and was being replaced with exhaustion. Tension seeped out of you in waves as you relaxed against Mammon’s heaving chest, his skin cool against your warm cheek.

Laughter soon met your ears, and the shaking body beneath you made it pretty obvious who it was coming from. Drowsily, you pushed yourself up to a sitting position and let Mammon slip himself out of you while you threw an inquisitive look his way. The eyes that met your own were no longer ones of a demon in rut, but ones filled with total admiration. “What are you laughing about?”

“You,” he answered simply, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear while his other hand rested loosely on your bare hip.

Your heart fluttered at that, but you played it off with a small smile and a tiny slap against his chest. “Why are you being so cheesy?”

He said nothing, only answering with another laugh as he leaned forward to pepper your face with soft kisses. His laughter turned out to be infectious as you, too, began to laugh, leaving the two of you giggling into each others’ mouths before he pulled away, resting his forehead against your own. “I’m just so happy you actually came, y/n.”

“Me too, I was starting to get worried there for a bit,” you snarked, the teasing lilt evident in your tone. Mammon scoffed at playfully rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist as the corner of his mouth tugged up in a smirk. 

“Sure fooled me. You sure sounded like you were enjoying yourself.” Now it was your turn to fake being offended; you gasped indignantly before turning your head away in a fake pout.

“With this much disrespect, maybe I’ll just show myself out.” 

“Woah there, let’s not be too hasty.” A thumb and forefinger grip your chin and turn your head back toward Mammon, who had a peculiar twinkle in his eye. It was something warm and knowing and light, but you just couldn’t put your finger on it. The odd look didn’t leave when he pulled you against his chest for what felt like the hundredth time that day, nor did it leave when you tangled yourselves up in the other while you cuddled, just taking time to soak the other in.

Eventually, Mammon gave himself over to sleep, his light snores rumbling softly against the side of your neck as he unconsciously wriggled himself impossibly closer into you. You were just about to as well until two short sets of buzzes caught your attention.

Twisting around carefully in Mammon’s arms, you were just able to see your D.D.D. flicking off again after receiving the messages. Luckily, your shorts had ended up getting thrown onto your nightstand, so it wasn’t too much of a challenge to snag your D.D.D. from your back pocket without waking up the sleeping demon latched on to you.

Flicking it open, you saw that the messages had come from Levi.

come over please. I know your with mammon right now

I need help too y/n, please

You cast a glance over your shoulder at the said demon, guilt gnawing at your heart as memories resurfaced of how sweet he had been earlier; however, those memories were soon replaced with ones of Lucifer, disheveled and leaning into your touch, and of Solomon, warning you that you’d end up helping all of the brothers out. With a sigh, you tapped a quick reply to Levi that you were on your way and eased yourself out of Mammon’s arms.

As you got to your feet, you were surprised to find that you weren’t sore in the slightest, despite how rough Mammon had been. Solomon’s magic really was no joke. It didn’t take you long to slip back into your clothes (granted, you didn’t bother putting your bra and underwear back on because you’d just be taking them off again) and you soon found yourself staring down at Mammon.

You were still guilty about running off to go fuck his younger brother while he was sleeping, but at the same time, you’d feel even more guilty about only helping one brother and leaving the other six to deal with their ruts by themselves. Worrying your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment, you finally steel yourself and commit to your decision, pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead before turning around and marching yourself straight out of your door. You don’t look back, because you know that if you do, the rest of the brothers would end up suffering through their ruts alone.

[the-mirror-witch]

hello! is it alright to ask a sort of contiunation to my previous ask? what about the first year gang's reaction to fem!mc and malleus dating? i hope this is alright with u! 💖💕💗

(A continuation of this post.)

It was official. There was something seriously wrong with you.

Ace might not have been the sharpest card in the deck, but even he could notice this much. You had been super spacey lately, more so than usual. He’d often glance your way during class just to see gazing dreamily into the distance, sighing with contentment. Professor Trein’s lectures sure as hell weren’t that interesting, so there must have been something else preoccupying your mind. Well, whatever it was, it needed you to stop. If Ace saw one more longing gaze, he was going to throw up. 

Whatever kind of illness it was that you had, Ace just prayed it wasn’t contagious. If he started acting that way, Duece might as well drop another cauldron on him. 

Ace knew he wasn’t imagining it. After all, the other members of your trouble squad had noticed as well. You weren’t subtle.

All seemed to be right with the world as you and your pals made your way to lunch. Grim was squirming in your arms, cheerful as always at the promise of food. Epel was recounting his tale about how he was subjected to another painful etiquette lesson from his dorm leader.

“For the last time, I don’t care which spoon I need to use for soup,” Epel moaned, his country accent slipping through. “They all look the damn same anyways. Next time, I'm just drinking it right from the bowl.”

Ace sneered, “Yeah, right. You wouldn’t dare.”

Epel puffed out his cheeks in agitation, “You saying I ain’t man enough to do it.”

“You mean in front of Vil?” You said with a raised eyebrow. “No one’s man enough to do that.”

“Hmph. I’ll show you then.”

You chuckled, knowing Epel wouldn’t actually do it. He was just venting as a form of stress relief. It’s nice to plot your enemy’s demise even if you would never do it. 

Jack frowned, “I’ve noticed the conversation has lacked a substantial amount of Malleus Draconia in it. Where’s Sebek?”

Deuce tilted his head, “Huh, I didn’t even notice. Well, he’s probably doing some knightly business, or whatever he’s calling it these days. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s ditched us for his lord.”

While your friends muttered in agreement, you stopped dead in your tracks. 

“Oh, shoot! Guys, I’m really sorry, but I can’t eat lunch with you today,” You admitted guiltily. 

“What?” They said.

“Yeah, what?” Grim added, glaring up at you. “Don’t tell me you got in trouble. I ain’t missing lunch for you.”

He promptly flew out of your arms and decided to make his nest on Ace’s head.

“Hey! Don’t sit on my hair!” 

“I’m not in trouble,” You assured them. “I just promised someone else that I would eat with them today.”

“Who?” Jack asked.

“Well-”

“Y/N!”

Ah, perfect timing. 

Your absentee friend appeared, green eyes fiery with impatience. Sebek marched right up to you, dressed appropriately in his Diasomnia uniform, “You are now exactly one minute and twelve seconds late to meet with my lord! You bring shame upon yourself. I will not allow you to delay any further! Come, I shall escort you.” 

Wow. Way to rat you out. Also, escort you where? You are literally standing right in front of the cafeteria entrance. Did he think you would lose your way in-between tables? 

You merely smiled, “Ah, my apologies, Sebek. Guess I shouldn’t wait any longer, huh?”

“Glad to see you being reasonable for once,” Sebek nodded, pleased with your reaction. “My lord is most excited to meet with you.”

Duece choked, “Sweet Godmother, you’re meeting with Malleus Draconia? The Malleus Draconia?”

You nodded happily.

Sebek nodded as well, “Indeed. Please, contain your jealousy.”

“Jealous?” Ace yelled. “Try scared shitless! Why the heck are you meeting with the dorm leader of Diasomnia? Please tell me you didn’t do anything to get on his bad side. I don’t want to get cursed.”

“Hmph!” Sebek huffed. “As if you are worth the time it would take to curse. My lord has better things to do with his time.”

Ace actually looked insulted by this.

“Charming guys,” You drawled. “And, no, I’m not on his bad side. In fact, I think he rather likes me.”

You blushed at the mere thought. Your relationship was still young and left you giddy at the mere thought.

Epel was the first to catch on. He made a face, “Oh, gross. Well, have fun, I guess.”

You smiled, “Thanks, I guess. I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

Jack also seemed to have caught on, his face turning red, “O-oh! Yes, enjoy yourself, Y/N.”

“Thank you.”

With that, you allowed Sebek to lead you away from your other friends. They watched you as you disappeared into the crowd. 

“What? What just happened?” Duece inquired. He, Ace, and Grim were still in clueless train. 

Epel ignored them, continuing forward, “Uh, now I get the whole lovey-dovey looks she’s been making lately. She’s going to be insufferable to be around for the next few months, I just know it. The honeymoon phase is always the worst. I’m getting hives just thinking about it.”

Epel paused, then smirked evilly, “Actually, that doesn’t sound so bad. Vil would have a stroke-”

“Eh? Wait, so Y/N isn’t getting cursed?” Grim asked. 

Epel and Jack looked at their friends like they were idiots. 

“No, morons,” Epel sighed, realizing that he had to spell it out for them. “She’s dating Malleus Draconia.”

Ace, Deuce, and Grim froze. Epel counted down their processing.

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“WHAT?!”

[lunarmessenger]

hi!! i wonder if i could request a one shot angst with saeyoung. so mc have a huge anxiety and she always closed up everything even after she's with saeyoung. one day when saeyoung snapped at her out of stress, she end up missing for like around two weeks without any traces even saeran cant help saeyoung to find her

after searching for the whole times they end up finding out that mc got in accident and still in the hospital because her injuries was so bad and actually someone from rfa (u can choose who) try to hide this from saeyoung because mc told them everything

i know its quite hard im sorry 😭

ohohohoho anon you give me too much power for requesting an angsty prompt. i hope you enjoy, thank you so much for this request! I will have to split it into quite a few parts because otherwise...it’ll be much too long haha ^^;; - luna xx

p.s. sorry requests are taking so long!! the holidays have been insane, but i promise after christmas and new years i’ll go back to posting regularly!

warnings: graphic depictions of major injuries, mentions of hospitals, and mentions of mental illness.

word count: 1.9k

(pt. 2) (pt. 3) (pt. 4)

Hard Regrets (Pt. 1) - 707 x MC

Her nimble fingers switched on the heater as a cold chill ran through the house, hands reaching up to the small blanket she’d thrown over her shoulders. The soft patters of rain thumped against the roof of the apartment, the only sound competing with the rain being the soft clicks coming from Saeyoung’s computer and the flicker of paper as Saeran read through one of his many books.

She smiled fondly as Saeran’s eyes danced across each page, filling his mind with the story as he burrowed deeper into the couch. That smile faded as her eyes slowly switched to his brother, her boyfriend, the man hunched roughly over his desk as he typed furiously. Empty cans of soda and crinkled bags of honey buddha chips littered both his desk and his floor, causing her to sigh as she walked over to help clean up.

This project had ended up being one of his longer ones, tomorrow making it about two months since he was assigned the task by Jumin. She was used to seeing Jumin overwork Jaehee, but now that it was affecting Saeyoung the way it was...it made her anxious. Of course his exhaustion worried her, but he became much more irritable when he became fixated on an important project.

Within the past month he’d grown incredibly distant so that he wouldn’t have any sort of distractions, and that meant that she didn’t get to spend time with him as often as she wanted to. The last time she’d reached out to him he had glared at her, telling her that while yes, he loves you, he needed to finish this project.

“No distractions, MC.” She whispered softly under her breath, a reminder he himself had given her the last time she interrupted. All she’d wanted from him was a hug. She slowly approached, bare feet softly tapping against the wooden floors as she made her way over. She was a couple of feet away from him, stopping as she hesitated. Maybe coming up with some sort of excuse would help guide him away from his computer? It wouldn’t be seen as a distraction since it wasn’t selfish; more like a welfare check?

“Are you boys up for some tea?” Saeyoung didn’t move an inch, mumbling a rough no as he continued to type and click across the screen. She visibly deflated, the bags under her eyes from lack of sleep growing heavier from his rejection. He hadn’t even been sleeping in their bed lately; he would sleep right there, on that god damned desk of his. She was snapped out of her rejection at the sound of the couch cushions moving; Saeran gave a small smile as he book marked his page, placing the book on the coffee table as he stood.

“I would love some, MC. In fact, I’ll help you make it. Come on...” The soft tone of his voice was a nice contrast in comparison to the rough rudeness of Saeyoung, the weight on her chest slightly lifting as she walked with him into the kitchen. Saeran grabbed the tea leaves while MC weakly grabbed three glass mugs; despite Saeyoung saying he didn’t want any. She readied the kettle, pressing the on button and watching as the blue light illuminated the dim kitchen and the water slowly started to come to a boil.

“MC...I’m sorry that Saeyoung is...the way he is.” The sudden apology from Saeran made her eyes widen as she turned to look at him, parts of her long hair falling into her face as she cleared her throat.

“What? Oh, no I mean...I guess...” She tried to think of an excuse for him, tried to come up with reasons on why it didn’t bother her that he got so invested that he not only forgot about her and Saeran, but forgot to take care of himself. Her eyes grew hot with tears for a split second as she shook her head.

“I just, I don’t know what to do. I can’t be honest with him about anything, because the last time I tried he...” She started to visibly shake, the only thing keeping her together being the sudden tap of the kettle signaling the water was ready. When she’d interrupted him before he almost flipped the chair because he was so angry; her distraction had caused him to mistype due to ruining his focus; according to him.

The only people who knew how he was making her feel was Saeran and Zen; the thought of the two men’s kindness towards her when Saeyoung was the way he was when he was writing made a soft smile grace her exhausted face once again. Though she hated to admit it, sometimes she wondered why she had not moved on to either Saeran or Zen. Both men would treat her the way she deserved, and she knew that, really she did.

But Saeyoung...she just loved him so much.

The way he was when they first met; how he had tried so hard to push her away and he just couldn’t. Because he didn’t want to. She didn’t want him to either, and she stayed because she knew that he loved her. Something in him changed, she can’t really remember when it happened; it just did. When he got a new project it was like MC didn’t exist; and he acted like he didn’t treat her that way when it was finished. No matter how much she hated it, no matter how much it made her cry; she just couldn’t leave.

All because she loved him.

“MC...? Should we take these to the couch? Maybe I can read you a couple of chapters?” She was snapped back to attention by Saeran, giving a slight nod as he took two mugs and she carried the last one. The sweet smell of honey and chamomile filled her nose as she slowly walked over to Saeyoung’s desk, his body still in the same position she had left him.

“Saeyoung...” Her voice was soft as she tried not to startle him, her anxiety slowly building with the tension as Saeran noticed what she was doing.

“Wait, MC; maybe we should just leave the tea over here?” She paused furrowing her brows as she tilted her head and slightly turned towards him.

“Then how is he supposed to know we at least made him a cup?”

“MC—” She turned back around to continue walking when her foot caught on one of the empty cans, causing her to lose her balance as she let out a gasp.

“MC!” She tried to redirect the cup as it flew out of her hands, the hot tea splattering all over Saeyoung’s desk and computer. Her heart sank in her stomach as Saeran was instantly at her side, Saeyoung leaping from the hot temperature and the sparks that flew around his desktop as he yelled.

“Are you...are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me?!” His voice boomed throughout the apartment as he turned towards her, golden eyes filled with rage as he loomed over her. He was so angry that he hadn’t realized her hand was red from being burned; she’d managed to get most of the tea spilt on her in an attempt to salvage his tea. 

“Oh, MC...oh God you’re burned; we need to get you to a hospital.” Saeran helped her up but Saeyoung was quick to push them apart, getting in her face as he pointed at his desktop.

“Do you know how long it took me to figure that out, MC?! You’re so fucking lucky that I had a back up running at the same time because I swear to God...” His voice was low, teeth clenched and nose scrunched as he angrily glared at her. Saeran grabbed him by the hood, yanking him away from MC as she shook from his outburst. He has never physically grabbed her and yelled at her the way he just did.

She watched as the two brothers went head to head, noses almost touching as they screamed back and forth. It became too much for her as she got up, trying not to catch their attention as she slid on her shoes and slowly opened the door. The rain had started to come down harder, the wind howling as her loose bun instantly came undone and wildly blew her hair around her face.

She almost, almost second guessed her decision until the sound of glass breaking caught her attention, the mug of tea that was supposed to be hers now smashed in pieces by one of the walls. Saeyoung’s chest was heaving while Saeran got up from a squatted position; almost as if he’d dodged whatever Saeyoung threw.

 Those pieces mirrored her heart; that mug was one that Saeyoung had bought her when they had first started going out. A picture of a cat had been printed on it, the cat making a winking face as the phrase I meow you! cradled the toon cat. It was one of her many prized possessions, and he had smashed it like it meant nothing to him.

That finalized her decision.

“What, Saeran? Stay out of this!”

“Are you so damn selfish that you haven’t realized that your girlfriend has burned half of her body to try and save your desktop? We need to get her to a hospital! Now!” He quickly turned to where she was squatting down by the wall, pausing when he realized that she wasn’t there anymore.

“MC...?” Saeran’s brows furrowed as he walked down the hall, leaving Saeyoung to cool off as he looked back towards his computer. The monitor screens were black as the tea slowly seeped into his keyboard and monitors. The more anger that left his body the more he’d realized what he’d done, his body slowly going into shock as he stared at the broken mug on the ground. The pink heart was in pieces, the larger part covered in brown tea as Saeran’s voice slowly became white noise in the background.

What had he done?

This entire time he’d been an absolute shit to his girlfriend; the one person who had supported him from day one. He slowly shuffled over to the broken pieces, socks growing wet from the spilled tea as he picked up the pieces.

“What have I done...?”

“Saeyoung! Saeyoung she’s gone!” He slowly blinked, not even bothering to adjust his glasses and messy red hair in tussles as he put down the glass and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“What?”

“She’s gone! Her phone is on the coffee table, and she didn’t take her bag! Saeyoung we have to find her; there’s a storm outside and she’s by herself!” Saeran was rushing to put on his coat and grab an umbrella, his boots clunking against the floors as he grabbed Saeyoung’s shoulders.

“Saeyoung, if you love her, you need to get off your ass now and help me find her. Now!” He slapped his dumbfounded brother, forcing him on to his feet and throwing a coat at him as he grabbed one of the many car keys hanging from the key shelf. Reality sank in as he threw on his sneakers, grabbing a beanie from the coat rack and tossing it on. He felt his stomach churn as his hand brushed against her coat and scarf, grabbing the scarf she always wore and wrapping it around his neck.

We have to find her, we have to find her.

I have to find her.

[ashiiixoxo]

hey, I really like your writing and I saw that you are going to write for Obey me! can you do demon brothers reaction to depressed MC? I've been feeling kinda down lately so I need some support from my fave boys.

Heyy ^-^ thank you! I'm glad you enjoy my writing so far. I hope you will feel better soon again and if you feel like it you can always talk to me :)

the seven demon brothers reacting to a depressed MC

Lucifer

this man will notice, like immediately. you started eating less, looked more pale and stayed in your room most of the time. he would be sure that there is something wrong with you.

he would probably keep a close eye on you, when he realizes you aren't getting better he’ll get worried and call you to his room later at night.

will ask if something is bothering you. if you tell him no, he will point out how you barely ate and stayed in your room. 

Lucifer won't take no for answer, but he won't ask in detail if you don't feel like sharing. 

he respects that you won't share the issue with him and will try to cheer you up (when you two are alone though) 

if you get homesick he’ll try to talk to diavolo and have you go back to the human world for a day or a few hours.

Lucy will definitely accompany you when you go to the human world

if its mentally, he will respect that but will do subtle things to keep you out of the negative thoughts.

“oh y/n, i got some new tea’s. want to try them out with me?” tea date with Lucifer is his room? I think hell yes

will pour you a cup of green tea, since if helps against depression.

Mammon

won't really notice at first

but then you started pushing him away

you didn't allow him to spend time in your room because you wanted to be alone.

will think that he did something to upset you and now his human doesn't want him

“fine, I’ll just go to Solomon. at least he likes my presence.😤” 

well done Mammon you just made them feel even more like shit.

simeon, luke and Solomon will point out to Mammon that you seem depressed.

wil be like ??? and then it hits him

MAN WILL RUN BACK TO THE HOUSE OF LAMENTATION

barges into your room and jumps on you. “why didn't you tell me you were depressed???” 

realises you were actually crying before he barged into your room.

P A N I C

doesn't really know what to do but will hug you because his human is crying and it breaks his heart.

“please stop crying, pls stop crying.” he's been saying that for the past hour and doesn't notice the fact that you fell asleep in his arms :)

will stay in your room until you wake up again

when you wake up, he’ll scold you for not telling him “you fragile human”

will cling to you 24/7 until you feel better again

Leviathan

doesn't realise the first two or three days.

but then he’s like?? “why isn't y/n hanging out with me anymore?”

you always watch him game or you two watch anime together and suddenly you stopped.

next day will pay attention to you.

????

WHY ARE YOU SO PALE?? WHY ARENT YOU EATING?? thinks you're sick at first.

you aren't interacting with anyone at school.

worried ™

buys you a plushie 

wants to give you the plushie he got from Akuzon and walks in on you crying instead.

drops the plushie poor plushie crouches next to you and asks what's wrong

lets you cry and will make a joke like “are you crying because of banana fish? because same.” realises this isn't anime related and you're actually not doing fine.

will grab the plushie and stroke your hair until you stop crying.

“want to talk about it?” 

he will be really gentle

Satan

notices immediately

asks you why you aren't eating anything

will keep a close eye on you until someone else mentions the change in your demeanor.

if it goes on for longer than a week he will confront you about it.

just like Lucifer, he won't take no for answer.

you better tell him what's wrong because he won't leave your room until you do.

will keep whatever you told him to himself but will hang out in your room to make sure nothing happens.

if its like,, bad bad type of depressed. he will feel the need to accompany you all the time.

might take you out on study dates or dates to the royal Library.

instead of having you cry yourself to sleep he will read you something.

he doesn't really know how to handle emotions but I feel like he would read books about depression and how to help you and stuff.

“I read in one of the books that there are pressure points that help against depression.” once he reads about pressure points he will get himself a book about acupressure. 

doctor Satan it is.

Asmodeus

will point out everything since he likes being around you

“you know that a bad sleeping schedule is bad for your skin.”

notices that you won't spend time with him and stay in your room.

“hey y/n! I got new body cream, rose scented, wanna try~” ignored

it drives him crazy that he can't cuddle you or touch you in the way he wants to.

w h i n i n g

Asmo will whine about the fact that you’re being distant and you’re ignoring him

“am I being too much to y/n?” “what if she doesn't like me anymore??”

p a n i c 2.0

kidnaps you from your bed

your eyes are puffy and he doesn't like it.

“were you crying?” you shake your head but its pretty clear

asks you what's bothering you

up to you if you tell him or not

he respects your boundaries as long as he's allowed to hold you.

will help you with a quick skin care routine so it won't be tiring to you.

buys you lavender scented soap, bath salt, body spray, body cream, anything lavender scented because it helps against depression and helps you sleep better too.

makes you take baths with him.

m u s t    m a  k e   y / n   r e l a x

Beelzebub

mainly notices that you aren't eating at all.

thinks you're having just a bad day

turns out you've been barely eating for two weeks.

feels bad and saves some food for you.

goes to your room to give you your food.

accidentally ate your food on his way to your room

😔😔

will ask why you aren't eating

“humans are fragile and you should eat more or you’ll get weak.”

actually made you smile when he told you he ate your food by accident.

when you tell him why you aren't eating he’ll feel sad.

pulls you into a bone crushing hug.

he wants to see you eat even if it isn't a full portion.

Belphegor

he always sleeps with you so why don't you want him to stay in your room anymore

first you tell him you got schoolwork to do “so? I can still sleep on your bed while you're working. I won't bother you.”

but you insist that he should sleep in his own room.

finally gives in and goes to his own room.

he can't really fall asleep without you so he quietly goes back to your room.

you’re having a mental breakdown

well shit

stays quiet but then he sees how much you’re crying and goes to hug you, tightly.

presses his pillow against you while hugging.

“y/n are you depressed?” you don't say anything

why say something when he witnessed it already.

“dont hurt yourself please” boy is about to cry with you

will take naps with you all the time from now on because he doesn't want to see you cry anymore

[scmsdivinecultists]

The Gods as Parents - HC

Anon asked: “Admin San! Headcanons for what the gods are like when MC is pregnant/gives birth please? Thank you.” 

Hello! Thank you so much for being our first request! And thank you for reading the rules and requesting a specific admin. I felt that the giving birth part would be a bit repetitive (i also do not fancy searching up what happens in the birthing room), so I changed that part to “being a parent” if that’s okay with you.

If it wasn’t obvious enough: MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR THE SCM ROUTES

★ Krioff ★ 

During Pregnancy

Woah wait what?

When you complained about being tired bc the baby won’t let you sleep, Krioff suggests coffee

Wait what? There’s certain foods you can’t have?

He apologizes for “trying to kill the baby”

No Kri, don’t apologize, it’s not your fault, you didn’t know

Krioff dedicates himself to research bc he doesn’t wanna make that mistake again

He helps give you massages when you complain about back pain

He would calmly talk to your stomach when the babies are keeping you both up

“Please don’t cause too much pain to your parent. They’re trying very hard to keep you happy and healthy in the stomach.”

When the babies kick at Krioff’s voice, he goes “well I guess they know who their father is”

He’s such a gentle soul

And he’s one of those confused husbands in the store aisles when u ask him to get you stuff

“What’s an opioid? Why do you need this loopy pillow?”

“Krioff dear, that’s my pregnancy pillow”

Feel free to yell at him bc “YOU’RE THE ONE THAT GOT ME PREGNANT” because he wont take your anger about being pregnant too personally

He’ll just pat you on your back and offer to get you something you didn’t even know you were craving until he mentioned it

Yup, so bless your ever so loving and doting (possibly telepathic) husband

After the baby is born

He highkey cried when he held his precious son for the first time

He’s a big big big softie so he’s so happy that he gets to raise this tiny bub with you

Along with crying when he first saw his son, he also believed that he should have a sibling, so he said “we should have another baby” on the same day your son was born

Kri give your poor spouse a break

His intentions are good though! He remembers sharing his toys with his sister, taking the leaves out of her hair whenever they wandered in the forest their parents explicitly said they couldn’t go in, and sneaking away at parties to play hide and seek with her

He...He just wants his son to experience the joy of having a sibling

He wants his son to keep his sibling far longer than he did

they all have trauma, please send all the gods to therapy

Whenever the baby wakes up crying, he’s there to attend to him before you even hear his cries

Turns out that hearing Krioff’s voice is still something your son is excited about even outside the womb

If you’re quiet enough not to get caught, you’ll see him whispering and cooing at his son with a fond smile on his face

If you have good hearing, you’ll hear that he’s actually reassuring them that everything is okay. When the baby is still restless after, Krioff will tell them stories about their auntie from the stars and the baby will fall asleep to the sound of dad’s voice

It’s almost like your son understands what Krioff is saying because now he won’t fall asleep without a story about auntie

And yes, he does get a sibling. Your son gets a baby brother with beautiful eyes like yours

Also, please prevent Krioff from teaching the kids how to use stone age technology such as Internet Explorer or Firefox

☆ Teorus ☆ 

During Pregnancy

you’re proggrant?

ur pragnot?

ur pomegrante?

Most likely doesn’t notice that you’re pregnant until someone tells him or you’re showing

After that, he’ll be more careful and doting to you, aka playing “Prince Charming” once again

Gets on one knee to help you put on your shoes, escorts you every where you go, greets you with a kiss to your hand if the baby is blocking the front

Of course, always sneaks kisses whenever he can backhug you

Part of him is a bit terrified because of his messed up relationship with his father.

“I don’t know what a loving father is! How can I raise a child with love? ”

You’re going to have to reassure him that being raised without a proper parental figure doesn’t mean that he’ll end up like his father

After you soothe his doubts, he’ll be determined to be the father he always wanted to have

Yup, you’re right. Just because he didn’t have a good father doesn’t mean that he can’t be one himself.

If you surprise him with a picture of an ultrasound, he’s not gonna know what that is

He thinks pregnancy is just a little baby that gradually grows bigger and bigger, like those dinos you put in the water that expand

Imagine his surprise when you explain that the baby starts as a bunch of cells first then grows

Biology’s not his expertise, so you’ll have to explain a lot about the pregnancy process bc teo doesnt know jack shit 

Then again he didn’t exactly go to school so like....

Stay in school kids

After the baby is born

steals the breast milk from the child

Teorus loves his tiny squishy daughter

Puts her in little costumes or onesies

Teorus doesn’t know what babies are supposed to or not supposed to play with so there are a few complications

You have to scold him when Teorus lets the her crawl around on the kitchen island while he was warming up the milk bottle

“Teorus, you have to keep at eye on the baby at all times. She could’ve fallen off the counter!”

“What do you mean? I’m turning away just for a second. What harm could our little baby do?”

“You have no clue how wrong you are, Teo.”

It might benefit you if you had someone babysit Teo while he’s looking after the poor child

Whenever the baby cries and he can’t get her to calm down, he hands her to you

“They won’t stop crying and honestly, I think I am going to start crying too.”

Actually highkey jealous because she stops crying when you’re holding her, but if Teo tries to take the baby back, she starts crying again

Teo wants the baby to like him too but apparently his daughter likes his other parent more >:(

He can’t wait for her to walk so he teach her how to ballroom dance, maybe then his daughter will see how cool his father is

★ Dui ★ 

During Pregnancy

So excited!!

This is just like how his parents made him!! They made him with love and you’re doing the same thing!!

Speaking of his parents, they give many many parenting tips to you two when they find out you’re pregnant

They also cry when Dui tells them that they’re going to be grandparents

His parents are also the ones who inform them that “actually, your baby is a babIES”

Dui is physically incapable of not producing twins cmon now

He’s super down with this though? He never got a twin (not @ me being super pissed abt this) but you and him are two peas in a pod so he can’t wait for the twins to get along just like you two!

He’s always giddy whenever the babies kick the spot on your stomach that he touches.

When he greets you, he says hello and you get a kiss, then he goes down to be level with your tummy and it get kisses too

After all, he has to say hi to the kids too!

He never ever ever forgets to say hi to the twins

Keeps a pregnancy/parenthood diary to document this because he never ever wants to forget it

Plus hes a sentimental being. He wants his children, grandchildren, and great-grand children to see this journal/scrapbook

Highkey would be those Facebook moms going “my child is my best friend 😍 😍 “

After the baby is born

He’s super good with kids anyways, so can you imagine how perfect of a father he’d be?

He’s got his hands full with the twin girls and also buys matching items for them all the time

Matching blankets, matching onesies, matching sippy cups, matching binkies, you name it

They’re also all patterned with iconic duos: pooh & tigger, iron man & captain america, dora & diego, anna & elsa, etc

Dui is roped into attending the twins’ tea parties all the time

He’s just drinking orange juice and sugar from a plastic teacup with his pinkie out

Never forgets to add the “please” and “thank you” after the eldest pours more orange juice from the teapot into his tiny teacup

If Dui doesn’t have to go to work after the tea party, he’ll let the girls put bows in his hair and maybe even put him in a dress

Unless they’re dressed as Anna and Elsa that day, then he’s Kristoff

The youngest, dressed as Anna, takes the opportunity to steal hugs and kisses from dad whenever this happens

The girls put little ponytails and mickey mouse clips in his hair

Whenever they see dad, they drop everything and dash over to him with little squeals of “daddy’s home!!”

They’re very excited to see dad  🥺 🥺

☆ Karno ☆ 

During Pregnancy

Yes, he can handle your pregnant mood swings and he does it extremely well

Karno has a lot of self restraint

I mean, how else do you think that Leon aint dead yet? My poor man Karno has been hounding his ass from day one and yet the angriest he’s been with leon is using the eye twitch

So your mood swings? No problem.

He changes and adapts (much like a water sign) to fit your needs anytime

Soft and want to watch Disney movies? Sure.

Angry and you just want something to yell at? Okay, but he’ll make sure that you don’t get too angry bc stress is bad for the baby

You really craving sushi dipped in mustard? He’ll get it for you but he’s....curious on why you chose this peculiar blend of flavours

He won’t judge you of course, bc not only will that send you off on another tangent of emotions (like anger or crying), but also bc his tastebuds are dead, so technically he can’t even judge you

Never let Karno cook for you though

He’ll make something thinking that it’ll make you feel better and his so-called “little kick” of flavour in his soup will turn out to be a full on heel-slam-to-your-gut kinda kick

no offence but his cooking is the kind that will cause miscarriage

After the baby is born

Ah, there’s his 12th child

No jk, Karno loves his son

He brings him wherever he goes, much to Leon’s annoyance

That one mom that will have a baby straped to his chest and cook above an open flame and the child will STILL live 

It’s magic, i don’t know how

Karno’s son has this special ability to throw up on everybody he doesn’t like

So when Karno had to leave for an emergency, he passed the baby to Teo & when Teo tried to burp the baby, it threw up on his shoulder

Teo was vv upset about this

Either Karno’s kid is a lil shit and laughs bc Teo’s in distress or he’s just excited that Teo is holding him under his ampits

Because that’s a game that dad plays with him! Dad holds him just like that when he’s lifting him up and going “weeee” and he very much likes playing that game with dad

Anyways, Karno now refuses to leave his son with Teo

He’s a highkey soccer mom. Will drive his son to parks to play, drive him to his sports games, and enrolls him in extra credit classes

You think this is gonna effect Karno’s work life? lmao no

He’s already used to doing all his work on the go and transporting his son to places is hardly a burden

In fact, Karno loves taking his son to various places

Mostly bc it makes his son happy but also bc that means he gets a psuedo break

Psuedo because although he’s still doing work, being with his son makes him feel super relaxed

★ Leon ★ 

During Pregnancy

Let’s be honest you either complained about menstruation and he was like “i’ll take it away for 9 months <3″ or someone offhandedly said Ichthys needed to be replaced and Leon thought to replace him with his unborn child

Sticks by your side 25/8 (or at least tries to) 

He 100% gets in trouble for neglecting his duties to fret over you but let’s be honest is this any different from his everyday work ethic?

He’s like a helicopter parent over you but nO THATS NOT WHY HE’S STICKING BY YOUR SIDE

“Stay in my line of sight. I know what kind of trouble you’ll get yourself into.” in public but “No one will ever harm you or our child.” in private

He has to keep up his street cred after all, can’t let everyone know you’re his weakness

It’s not as if he has a lot of enemies, but you never know who would try to use you as leverage against him and such

He has to be forcefully dragged away from you to leave your side

In the times where Karno has to hunt him down (yet again) for him to do his work, he lowkey highkey mentally screams because WHAT ABOUT THE BABY?!

Makes stupid excuses like “I scheduled an ultrasound with my partner today so I have to leave early” just to slip away and see you

Your next ultrasound isn’t for another 4 months but hey at least you get to spend some time together, yay!

He doesn’t do shit for you unless you ask and no it’s not because he likes hearing you basically beg him to (then again it’s leon so like, maybe?), it’s because he likes that you depend on him and specifically ask him to do stuff for you

Inevitably, Karno finds out and the process of dragging him away from you starts all over again 

In the times you get to talk to Scorpio, he will touch your stomach and practically pray tell your fetus to not inherit Leon’s genes

After the baby is born

oh fuck the baby has his genes

first word is “oh-ho?”

Well what else do you expect the lil bub to say? 

he learns from his father

Also that one kid that claims that he’s the king of the school’s playground

actively plays with dolls, barbie specifically

stuff like cars or robots don’t have a hierarchy and they’re not as flashy as barbie, so your son prefers barbie to the other toys you initially got him

Raids Leon’s closet to wear his clothes

Pray that he doesn’t find a crown back there bc Leon will never ever be getting that back

Exclusively sits in the corner with a juicebox when it comes to adults though

While he may be leading the school kids, when put in a room full of adults, he gets super shy

Doesn’t like it when random people try to baby or talk to him. He feels interrogated and intimidated

Too much attention for the lil bub and he will hide behind your legs or retreat to your room or the corner of the room

Because of dressing up his barbies, when he sees you or dad wearing clothes that don’t quite go well together, he will immediately tell you

“Your silver necklace doesn’t go well with your gold earrings”

Has an eye for name brand fashions, if it’s Walmart he doesn’t want it....unless Barbie is on it

He has a barbie watch and will ask you if you want to check the time so he can shove it in your face

Will 100% show up with shades, a barbie handbag, and a dress

beating toxic masculinity at the age of 7 what an icon

Dont let your son have access to the computer too soon bc he’s going to be on dress up games or Poptropica for days

☆ Partheno ☆

During Pregnancy

The biggest advocator for “stress is bad for the baby!”

Stress is already hard enough on his skin, he doesn’t want to imagine what stress would do for you or even to the darling baby’s skin

If you all have read his S2, he’s v annoyed when some other person’s brat kid interrupts him from his romantic dates with you.

Also it’s bc that kid is stealing the attention away from him and he Does Not Like That™

But when it’s his own brat kid, he’d die for them

what a fickle bitch

Sometimes he gets all dopey when he puts his hands on your stomach because “oh my gosh, we made this, our love made this. darling, we’re gonna start a family”

He wants to protect this lil bub so badly that it activated his special ability so bam, there goes his first shield of ✧༺♥༻∞ l o v e ∞༺♥༻✧ and it’s all for the baby

So now whenever you’re off doing your own thing, he unconsciously reinforces his shields of love on you and the child because you Have. To. Be. Kept. Safe.

It’s not like he doesn’t trust you, but it’s better to be safe than sorry, right? 

All this worrying is giving him cold sweat and he can’t afford to have that but he also can’t stop wondering how you are but also he’s sweating and thats not good-

The baby better pay for all the premature wrinkles Partheno is imagining because it was not a very nice image for him.

After the baby is born

Here’s the funny thing about Partheno’s daughter: she steals all of dad’s shiny things

If she likes Parthy’s pocket mirror, then you’re going to find it in her crib 2 hours later

Also adopts her dad’s dramatic personality

Gonna act like you slapped her if you tried to feed her peas, which she absolutely despises

I hope you have makeup wipes because as soon as she finds daddy’s makeup, she’s going to start using you as her model

That also extends to putting globs of glittery purple nail polish on your toes

Likes making things look pretty, so please have some nice wallpaper or you might have to end up prying your daughter from the walls when she tries to paint it like Rapunzel

Partheno relishes in finding tiny clothes for his kid because they’re just so. damn. cUTE!

Who knew that babies had such liddol feet  😭 😭 😭 ❤️️ ❤️️

He doesn’t fuck around with fashion when it comes to his baby, oh no no no

He does her hair and lets her pick out her own outfits before school

Except that Partheno has to make some corrections because “no, you will not wear stripes and polka dots in one outfit! They clash!”

After seeing her (horrendous) makeup job on your face, he takes her under his wing to teach her all about aesthetics.

Deadset on making sure everyone in your bloodlines will live and breathe aesthetics

With enough lessons, she’ll be able to pick out her own eye-pleasing outfits without dad’s help: yay!

Will absolutely “train” brainwash her to like feather boas there’s no ifs ands or buts

Takes the most most most pictures with his kid, any time is a good time for a selfie. Say cheese!

★ Zyglavis ★

During Pregnancy

Would be the type to take parenting classes in preparation

Does all the research, and I mean allllllllllll of it

Reminds you not to use basil oil on your stomach bc it causes contractions

Reminds you to take your additional supplements for the baby

Reminds you to do a bit of exercise (which he will always help with of course)

Buys all the baby shit like right after you get pregnant just to prepare. Also gets the baby room ready 9 months in advance

Sometimes he goes in there and kinda tears up a little bc it hits him like “ in 9 months, our child is going to live here”

The sappy father in him holds their child right after they’re born and promise to provide them the best life

Somehow is simultaneously on top of his shit and a fucking wreck at the same time

Misplaces the ultrasounds along with his work documents and somehow doesnt get in trouble

The king probably let him off, poor babie is stressed

How he hasn’t accidently died while thinking about you & your family is a miracle

Is super adorable in the way he’s a little more disarrayed or spaces out and you catch him with a soft smile on his face

God just...gently hold him, protect Zyg with your life. He deserves those reassuring head and shoulder pats

After the baby is born

Thankfully, your daughter isn’t very troublesome, unlike everything else in Zyg’s life

She’s very content with just watching dad work while sucking on his thumb

When Zyg is carrying her, she’ll try to get Zyg’s gloves off bc she hates them

Why does she hate them? Because she hates the taste of his gloves they’re hecking nasty

She might not understand what dad’s doing with his snaps but every time he snaps his fingers, magic happens and she’s v down with magic

More imaginative and creative, countering Zyg’s logical personality

Don’t make yourself think that’s gonna turn Zyg away oh no

She’ll manage to rope Zyg into searching for unicorns in his room

Of course, if you ever catch him being goofy, he’ll straighten up his tie and pretend that he didn’t participate in a kids’ game

It’s very evident because he’ll occasionally be more creative as in if Ichthys does his reports on time, Zyg will reward him in a unicorn sticker

Now he doesn’t buy the plain bandaids (okay but who does), he buys the hello kitty ones because not only does his daughter like them but she believes that they heal you better than regular bandaids

And yes he will recite his chi chi pwi pwi tadaaaa! if she gets a boo boo

When she’s having a bad day, that he will playfully dramatically say “may the gods bless you with good luck!” and plant a kiss on her forehead

and yes the blessing works bc hello??? he’s zyg

She’s a total daddy’s girl, can be a literal demon to people who aren’t dad and (sometimes) you

Always asks you where Zyg went if he’s out of her sight

Just bc your daughter isn’t very troublesome doesnt mean that she isn’t troublesome

Has def played around with the outlets before

Flushed her goldfish down the toilet because she wanted to set it free

Zyg is forever stressed anyways because he wants all the shit his kid uses to be fuckin organic and biodegradable and animal cruelty free and all that stuff is hella hard to find

Basically, he’s highkey a(n unproblematic) Karen mom but he would actually give his kids their vaccines

☆ Scorpio ☆ 

During Pregnancy

Contrasting Krioff, when Scorpio sees that the baby is making you uncomfortable or in pain in any way, he’ll, very lovingly, go “calm yourself you lil piece of shit you’re hurting your birthgiver”

Will never make you feel like you’re weaker than you are because you’re pregnant

He’ll help out with small tasks such as fetching things for you and giving you massages, but he will never comment on your bump or your emotions or anything regarding you being fragile

Why is he being so perfect? Well, surprise, he can  ✨Read Minds ✨, a concept that in-game MC hasn’t learned

He knows all the thoughts that race through your head

He reassures you that you’re not ugly, you’re not fat, he’ll still want to bang you, and no, your stretch marks are not gross, they’re proof that you carried a life; and if Scorpio were to be honest, he thinks that’s pretty badass

Along with your more insecure thoughts, he also finds your thoughts about the baby very endearing

Sometimes you’ll be in the living room thinking about how you’ll baby-proof the room, where you’ll send your child to school, how you’re going to capture it’s first steps, and rubbing your stomach and talking to the child yourself about how excited you are to meet them

Even though he called the baby a piece of shit for hurting you, he still loves them and will (very awkwardly) talk to your stomach

Scorpio finds it a little awkward to talk to someone that can’t respond back and he can’t even see their face so bear with him

He mostly says things along the lines of “make sure you to avoid that stupid lion when you come out. your parent is protecting you in their womb right now but once you’re out in the world, you’re gonna have to frickin-”

“Scorpio! Language!”

“Shit, sorry-” “Dammit! I mean..” “Aw fu-”

Pray that the poor baby doesn’t pick up on Scorpio’s language

After the baby is born

Scorpio has a little baby girl!

He definitely does not teach her how to beat up weirdos, who do you think he is?

The first thing he did after she was born, besides crying ofc, is telling her “you’re not allowed to date until you’re 60....No wait, you’re not allowed to date, ever.”

Scorpio needs to learn that he’s can’t protect his daughter from everything

Because he seriously will protect her from everything

No one is allowed to hold their daughter without washing their hands

Also, he has to be present in the room while the gods are holding his daughter

“Don’t treat her so roughly!” He says, as Aigo pokes her cheek a little

Can and will give her a bunny onesie

What? No! It’s not because it’s c-cute or whatever. You’re stupid. It’s because she was eyeing the onesie the whole time. He bought it for his baby bc she looked like she was gonna cry if he didn’t buy the onesie for her

Yes, she picks up on his language very quick

“Say Dad~”

Leon finds Scorpio in the middle of teaching his daughter to say dad teases him for it, which got got him a “piss off, bitch” in response

Leon relishes in the horror on Scorpio’s face when he hears a mirrored “bitch!” in a tiny, feminine voice

Say ‘dad’ a thousand times and she’ll never repeat it, but say ‘bitch’ one time-

So that leads to Scorpio’s damage control

“Okay, lil bun. Let’s just forget that you ever know that word, okay?”

His daughter smiles up at him innocently and repeats the curse word.

“No!”

Yeah, Scorpio has a lot of explaining to do once you get home

★ Tauxolouve ★ 

During Pregnancy

He accompanies you to your ultrasounds like a true ✨gentleman✨

The first ones to know you’re pregnant besides you two is Teo because he’s a nosey lil shit

Saw the pregnancy test and practically made you a “congrats for the sex” cake, so now everyone knows

Well, you’re lucky he’s a big simp bc he’s now your servant and he’s on your beck and call for anything you need

He’ll run bathes for you

He’ll clean the house for you (in a maid or butler outfit if you really wanted him to)

He’ll do your hair for you if you wanted him to

Not saying he wasnt romantic before, but he’s now upped the romance by dozens

“Welcome home love, would you like a massage?”

 Would give you flowers every day but y’all dont have that many vases and the pollen is starting to get to your senses

Also he got you roses with thorns on them and panicked thinking that you’d end up like Sleeping Beauty when the thorns pricked you

Was too busy making a big deal out of your thorn prick (seriously, you’d think that you were stabbed with the way he was panicking) that he didn’t even have the composure to suggest that he was going to be the prince that woke you up

Legit can’t believe he didn’t dethorn the roses before gifting them to you, you’ll have to reassure him that it’s okay and that you won’t die from it

Once practiced on those baby alive dolls and he heckin lost it

Turns out he put the doll in the oven and the cupcakes in the crib

Never leaves the baby alive doll alone after that, even bringing it to the shower and toilet with him

He’s trying his best though, and you know he’d be a great father

He wants to be a grandfather tho, he wants grandkids to spoil rotten already 

After the baby is born

Whenever Lou picks up his son, he ʷʰᵃᵖ ʷʰᵃᵖ ʷʰᵃᵖ his tiny balled up fist on dad’s arm or shoulder

It’s not bc he wants to be put down, but it’s bc he’s super energetic and he’s hella excited that he’s getting picked up

Your son is a ball of energy and will cry for attention 4 set times a day (3:01 AM, 7:35AM, 4:29PM, & 8:11PM specifically)

Whenever he wants to play, he crawls over to either you or dad and drops a toy on your laps

He looks at you expecting you to pick up the toy to play with him

huh...he’s sounding like a dog...

Your son likes clinging onto other people, he’s a very social lil bean

Stranger danger is a concept that your son does not understand because he wants to be friends with everyone

For some reason, his favourite person is uncle Partheno and he likes to be in the Virgo’s arms more than dad’s

Parthy insists that he’s a wine aunt

You know that vine? “Hey, i think you’re really cool, i like you a lot, maybe we should..hang out or something...”

Partheno taught your son that and now he uses it to “pick up” the kids he likes

Lou’s son is gonna be the stealing the hearts of kindergarteners at the ripe age of 5

He absolutely adores grandma and grandpa

Lou’s mom spoils your son and gives him the candy that you said he couldn’t have

Your son is spoiled at Christmas because of grandma and grandpa

They get everything on his Christmas list every year

On the 26th of December, Lou’s parents are already preparing the gifts for next Christmas

I think it’s safe to say that your son loves his relatives a lot and that love is returned tenfold

☆ Aigonorus ☆ 

During Pregnancy

hey hey hey, he has the solution to all your problems

contractions? sleep

cravings? dream 

feeling like garbage? go unconscious

You get the jist

It’s not that he doesn’t care bc ofc he does! Aigo cares a lot

Sleeping has always fixed (or ‘fixed’) his problems and he thinks it might work for you

If it doesn’t, that’s completely fine. There’s always other methods, probably not as effective as his, but there’s other methods

He has a custom made fluffy blanket for you though for the days you feel like absolute SHIT. 

Like he fucking gets that, he had Phione practically call him worthless okay he’s not having you down in the dumps 

Running 10 laps would hurt less than than hearing you think you’re ugly

Anyways, he enchants that blanket so it shall always smell like him...or marshmallows, the smell kinda mixes at this point

Is it me though or do you also think that Aigo has that gentle baby (or baby lotion?) smell?

He drapes the blanket over you if ur sad like if he sees a frown, he’s coming with the comfort blankie on SIGHT.

Get ready for a big cuddle session and some major validation because he loves you and you deserve it

He likes hearing the the baby’s heartbeat. It’s soothing and he’s excited to follow that development

Don’t let him listen for too long though bc it will lull him to beddy byes and depending on you, the weight of his head might be too heavy for your stomach 

After the baby is born

“Aigo! He’s crying again!”

“Let me find his comfort blankie. Where did he put it this time?”

Your son is just like Aigo: loves soft things and napping (with daddy, mostly. sorry, he has favourites)

You’ll find those two curled up to each other in the realm of sleep very often

Your son is super chill and while he still cries and throws fits, he’s not easily startled and can do just fine if he’s given a blanket and a pacifier

There’s no separation issues here, he’s v independent at his early age

Whenever his son is left to crawl on his own, he collects all of the soft stuff you left laying around. It’s free real estate

That jacket that you left on the chair? It’s soft and he likes it

The fluffy carpet by the fireplace? That’s his new napping spot (dw he’s got supervision)

His favourite fluffy things are Aigo’s divine heralds

He’s made friends with all of them

The goats have recognized Aigo’s son as one of their own and protect him furiously

They lie down and let his son lean on them and cuddle into them

You’ll most likely find your son with his fists bunched lightly into the fur of the herald he’s sleeping against

It’s very cute

Whenever it’s bottle time for your baby, he refuses to drink it, preferring instead to give up his milk to the goats

You’ll have to let him feed the goats himself or let him see Aigo bottle feeding them before he agrees to drink from the bottle

Your tiny son wants to insure that his brother and sisters are fed too

He also gets the pleasure of herding them bc Aigo’s heralds listen to him

In conclusion, your son is just as lovable as Aigo and 2x more precious

★ Huedhaut ★ 

During Pregnancy

S U P E R  A T T E N T I V E

Did you see him in Leon’s S2?

“You’re laughing too hard! What if something happens to the baby!?”

Yeah, expect a lot more where that came from

Refuses to let you put your shoes on by yourself

Bathes you personally in fear that you’ll slip in the shower

Probably insists to check all your food before you eat just to see if there’s poison

Better safe than sorry, am I right?

He’s already lost something he’s loved dearly in his life, so he’s deadset on making sure he holds on tight to you and the child

sorry for the pain, but they all desperately need therapy

If you are lactating tho, he makes sure to always get you those patches for the milk

Takes you out maternity shopping and if you don’t want to move, he’ll either make a shopping list and come back or you’ll order online yourself

Extremely patient and will agree with most of the rants you have that day, whether they were right or not

bc sometimes you don’t want to be told you’re wrong, you just want support, and he can respect that 

For some reason, Hue’s hands are always fuckin cold so be careful when letting him feel your belly

Although that won’t be a problem bc those cold hands warm up v quickly on your stomach

He tones down on the teasing mostly because your emotions are through the roof, but he still engages in light banter here and there

Once suggested bringing the baby out into the world early as a joke since it kept kicking like it wanted to be left out, and you took it seriously and moved to literally pull it out of you. Children are a menace and you want that lil shit oUT

Congrats tho, you caught Hue off guard and that def made the baby calm down for a little

A solution is found

After the baby is born

Your daughter is a picky eater at it’s finest

Absolutely despises vegetables

If you give his daughter anything green she will fling it back in your face

How dare you give ur daughter the vitamins and nutrients she needs you evil warlock?!!1?1?!!!?

Actually has a few speech problems, like her pronunciation can be god awful at times

Her brain is moving at 1000 miles a minute and her words seriously can’t keep up with her ideas

Basically the speech version of her father, who has horrendous handwriting bc his brain is too fast for his hand

A big sister to the world

She will constantly, and I mean constantly, ask for a younger sibling to dote on

She wants a playmate but also she wants to basically mother her soon-to-be little sibling to death

When asked why she wants a younger sibling, she says that she wants to be like her teacher and take care of the kids

Actually kinda wholesome

If you do actually get another child for your 2 year old daughter, she’ll be the one to hold him by the hand and take him everywhere they go

If your son stumbles, she’ll slow down because she has to keep up with her little brother 

Your son is not very fond of the Monster High stickers that his sister puts on his toy cars, but he’ll be won over if she invites him to watch TV or play outside together

The friendliness of this relationship doesn’t last very long and she quickly becomes the “boss” of her little brother

In the times where they fight, Hue puts them in a “getting along” shirt (a shirt that slides over the children so they cant escape) and makes them hug it out

As crazy as it sounds, it fuckin works. Like, the worst case scenario is that one of them will cry a little but no, hugs seriously make it all better. You have no clue what the fuck kinda magic this shirt possesses but your husband is a heckin genius

☆ Ichthys ☆ 

During Pregnancy

If he could, he would spend your entire pregnancy with his hands and ears to your belly

“Oh! I think the baby kicked!”

He’s very excited about the development of the baby and there doesn’t go a day where he’s not mentioning the baby

Heard that babies like to listen to music so he gets a radio (after you told him that he can’t tape headphones to your stomach) and plays some tunes that he likes, such as the Thomas the Train theme song

listen, ikky likes trains ofc he wants his child to like them too

If you thought he was ecstatic about your child before, just wait until he discovers that they’re actually twins

There’s two babies! Two mini yous and ikkys!

When you receive the ultrasounds, he goes batshit crazy because THERES LIFE GROWING INSIDE OF YOU!!! YOU. MADE. THAT!

“No Ichthys, we made that”

Yeah idk how you had a babie make more babies but props to you for doing the impossible

There’s a chart in your room that’s labeled “traits” with your name in one column and Ikky’s name on the other

You two write down what you think the babies will inherit from you two

The winner doesn’t exactly get anything except for bragging rights but it’s very fun

You wrote that the children will inherit his smile and Ikky wrote that they’d gain your temperament

You are hoping and praying that the children don’t inherit Ikky’s creativity bc his outside thinking is already enough for you

You know those projects where two people take care of a robot baby together? Yeah, Ikky holds one of those at the mansion

The babies need a godfather and while you trust Ikky’s judgement, it would put you more at ease if you saw that the gods would be able to babysit if you two were away

Aigo & Karno were very successful in this project (even though they dropped the baby like once) and so they become the official nannies of your children

After the baby is born

Despite Aigo & Karno being the twins’ designated babysitter, they see the members of Punishments much more bc Ikky keeps bringing them in without permission, much to Scorpio’s distain

The kids actually love Scorpy and he doesn’t know if it’s genuine or if Ichthys told the kids to fuck w/ him

Scorpio highkey lowkey hopes the kids like him tho

They also latch onto uncle Krioff & uncle Dui because Ikky talks to them a lot and any friend of dad’s is a friend of them!

Actual leeches, once they get their hands on you, you’re not allowed to let them go for hours

Partheno is 100% okay with this and takes this opportunity to skip out of the office to walk with the kids

gdi parth stop kidnapping our children

Ikky makes funny faces at the babies all the time

Ngl when he puts the twins down in his room, they might start stealing all the toys dad has on the ground

pls clean up ur toys ikky, it’s becoming a safety hazard

Whatever toy Ikky is playing with that day, they want a part of the fun too

It doesn’t matter if the toy is a yoyo or a rubicks cube, the babies want to join in the fun

His daughter is the one with more of a temper, so when she gets scared of the jack in the box, she will physically fight the jack or throw the box across the room

The gods claim that your daughter takes after your temper

So i suppose that Ikky gets those bragging rights for guessing correctly

Ichthys can be seen in the background holding the twins as they try to walk

He can also be seen in the background teaching them the puppy dog eyes so they can get out of trouble

Let’s be honest though, who would ever want to put ikky’s kids in trouble? They’re so cute.

When the twins cry, he goes boops their noses and even adds the little “boop!” sound

Without fail, it makes them giggle and reach out for the finger that booped them because!! that’s dad!!!

Now the twins have familiarized “boop!” as their happy word

Whenever his son falls over while trying to learn how to walk, he’s on the verge of tears when his younger twin sister crawls her way over to him to boop his nose

This cheers both of them up instantly and they like booping everyone’s noses

Also highkey those emotional dads when their children are going off to kindergarten and they’re smiling like “bye dad” and ikky is gonna be like “DONT LEAVE, MY CHILDREN NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”

When your children get their vaccines, he’s also that hysterical dad who’s going “PLEASE DON’T HURT MY CHILDREN” because needles are a big owwie

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Again, thank you for requesting! This was so much fun to write and even though i took like wayyyy too long, i hope there will be more requests coming soon!

- San

[faustonastring]

Hi :D how would the main 6 ( or anyone u prefer) help with and react to an apprentice with albinism

Hi! Thank you for requesting I hope you like it

Request r open :)

Main Six helping a mc with albinism!

Disclaimer: I don’t have albinism, so I did as much research as I could about the topic and I’m basing my headcanons off of that! I’m also going to be basing them off of OCA1 albinism, which is pretty much no pigment in the skin, hair, or eyes. I hope that’s what you wanted!

Asra

Asras headcanons kind of depend on wether you’ve had it before or not, but being that he’s “reacting” to it, I’m just going to go off a limb and make this something that happened after he brought you back (it is canon that the apprentice doesn’t look the same) but I’m going to try my best to make it as inclusive as possible for Everyone with albinism out there!

He immediately is doing research on it. It’s not that he didn’t know what albinoism was, he’s just never seen it in person before, so up close, he thinks it’s beautiful. This is one if those things that asra feels like he isn’t alowed to think, he doesn’t feel worthy of thinking your beautiful, but any one who looks at you would be able to to tell that you are.

He immediately realiszes you squint, a lot, he also is quick to notice that your eyes move at a rapid pace (side to side, up to down, rotary) and he finds it super cute. But besides him thinking it’s cute, he immediately is looking through one of julians old medical books that he left at the shop to find anything about what’s happening to your eyes, turns out impaired vision is a symptom of albinism

He takes you out to get fitted for some cute glasses, but he keeps making you try on all the weirdest ones, ones covered in flowers, ones that glow in the dark, even a pair that is magically enchanted to light up I’m flames. And he picks out a new pair of sunglasses for you every time he comes back from one of his trips, to help with the light sensitivity (good thing he did too because it gets awfully sunny in vesuvia)

Once you start to leave the house more, and go on adventures with him, he makes sure your lathered up in sunscreen, making you look whiter than you already are. And if this is taking place post up-right? well then expect things to get very intimate very fast ;)

Nadia

When she walked into the shop that night, she thought she was looking at a ghost, a very attractive ghost at that, she was very..... enchanted to say the least. Very. Enchanted. The way your pale skin Illuminated in the dark shop, only lit by a couple of dimly lit candles, she finds it stunning. She finds the way your skin illuminates in the palace even better though.

She calls all the best tailors/seamstresses she can find, in order to provide you with clothes that protect you from your body from the sun, but she absolutely hates seeing you covered up like that, so she only makes you wear them if your going for a walk in the gardens, or to the market place, on top of the fifty gallons of sunscreen your wearing.

She notices that you squint the first day that she meet you, so she was looking into getting you fitted into glasses for a while, she makes sure you get tested by the best and only the best, and has you pick from an array of fancy glasses. She also gets sunglasses customly made for you, but if you prefer to wear hers she most definitely isn’t complaining

Everytime a masquerade or palace ball comes around, she makes sure she designs you something that compliements your body one thousand percent, but also is your style, for example, if your more into darker clothes, she’ll pick out an outfit that is simply black, or made out of very dark grays because the complexion is just *chefs kiss*

Julian

Notices it right off the bat. He’s treated people with albinism before, and for a while, it was considered a disease, so he’s had to use up a lot of leeches on albino people, but lucky for you it’s no longer considered a disease. And Julian finds it to be very pretty

As soon as you too officially get together, he’s asking you all about it, all about the common symptoms while frantically looking for a book of sorts......but despite not knowing where he put it driving him crazy, he offers to give you a “check up” to see how you albinism is treating you, but he wiggles his eyebrows when he says it so it’s probably going to Lee’s to something more than a check up.....if you know what I mean ;)

He offers to give you survey for your eyes, and I know some of you Julian stans are wild so for the sake of your life I’m saying no for you. Which Julian is relived to hear because eyes are just....so difficult, then he has to deal with the anxiety of messing up and you becoming permanently blind for ever,,,which is not fun,,,so he happily takes you glasses shopping instead

If you really don’t like it, he will offer to find a cure, minus the murder this time, but honestly if you really cared for him, no matter how much you hate it, you would say no. And insist that he doesn’t need to find you a cure. Which also relives him. A lot. But that won’t stop him from asking on days when the sun is beating down on vesuvia, or when you’re having a bad eye day.

Portia

She thinks your like some sort of god/goddess at first, or like an angel,,,you’re just so...wow. There is no way someone that beautiful exist. And she wants to know all about it.

She’ll start asking questions, slowly, she doesn’t want to scare you away or anything, so she asks the basics, ya’know like “are you some sort of celestial being?!?!” She’s a little bit disappointed when you say no...or finds out the hard way if you were to say yes. But she thinks it’s cool nonetheless

Let’s say sometime post-upright; she uses her only day off, the only day she took off in a very long time, to go glasses shopping with you! She helps you pick out whatever pair suits your style and is comfy of course, but when it comes to the sunglasses? You leave the shop with about three diffrent pairs of wild looking sunglasses, and about one nice one for ~special~ occasions

Slightly panicks everytime you want to go out side, because she is Julians sister, and she’s seen how he burns, and he’s not even an albino! She makes sure your lathered up in sunscreen everytime you leave the house, just in case...and checks up on you every few hours, just to be safe

Muriel

He knows. And while I’m on the topic he knows just about everything about you. Wether it be from when you and asra just met, when asra just would stop talking about you, or from asra brought you back and he would come to the hut crying unsure what to do next, this was one of those things.

He never really cared. Your skin, hair, and eyes was just lighter than everyone else. What’s so special about that? But then he starts to catch feeling for you. And that’s when he starts to realize how beautiful it is. How pretty you are. He’s slowly starting to see the appeal. And all the downs that come with it. It gets to the point where if you were to go outside you have to reapply sunscreen atleast every thirty minutes, and if you get burnt, he doesn’t forgive him self for like a week, but he makes you home made alo-Vera to put on your burns.

He finds your poor eyesight interesting to say the least. He hasn’t really ever met some one with poor eyesight, so he doesn’t know how to act at first. He’ll hold up his fingers and ask you to guess how many he’s holding up. And can’t help but snort if you get it waaaay off.

He Likes to tease you about it, in a loving way, he’ll call you names like Snow White or four eyes, but lovingly of course. He’ll also say things like “can you read it now four eyes?” But he says it with a Huge smile. He’s happy for you he really is. And if his teasing ever bothers you. He’d stop. He would never purposely make fun of you for something you can’t control, but if he hears you making fun of your self for it, or being okay when your friends pick on you for it, then slowly he does too.

Lucio

He is one hundred percent convinced that your an angel of sorts. His angel. Here to take him away from this damn room. And when you do, he’s even more convinced than he was before.

And when I say he’s convinced I’m not joking. I’m not being sarcastic. He’ll even ask you how it must feel to be an angel soaring the heavens. And when you (very confused) tell him you’re not an angel, he’s disappointed. But it’d be very bold of you to assume that stops his flirting, and angel pick up lines. He could fill a phone book with them.

He finds it hard to comprehend that your eyes don’t work like everyone else. But when he does finally start to grasp the construct. He finds it very neat. And it’s just one of the many many many reasons why he thinks your so neat. So special. He even goes out of his way to pick you out a pair of very tacky golden glasses and sunglasses! He even gets a pair or two for himself so you two can ~match~

He also teases you about it, but while Muriel teases in a very loving way, (i can explain in another post if some one needs me too) lucio can come off as if he’s straight up bullying you. It’s not that he means too! It’s just.. he doesn’t know where to stop, but he’s learning! He also doesn’t really know how to take care of other people....and if you ever get sun burnt, catch him scolding you for not wearing enough sunscreen while covering you with alo-Vera. He also checks to make sure your wearing some everytime you leave the palace,

Thank you for reading! I tried my best not to romanticize it too much, but hopefully everything came out okay! Also again not my best writing I’m having a really bad week, so if you want me to rewrite it when I’m doing better I most definitely can and will!

Next headcanon: Main Six reacting to mcs magick going crazy depending on their emotions!

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Chapter 5: Prince Charming

Book: The Royal Romance A/U

Part 5 of The Spare

The Spare Masterlist

Rating: Mature (18+); NSFW; some language; suggestive language; self-confidence issues

Characters/Pairings: Liam x MC, Drake

Word count:  (+/-) 1149

A/N: Filler. Toxicity is coming next chapter. 

Disclaimer: Some characters & some scenes belong to Pixelberry. 

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The next morning Liam woke up next to Cami sleeping soundly next to him. He slowly slid out of bed, grabbed his phone and Rolex from the night table, 6:16 a.m. He quietly got dressed and slipped out of the apartment and headed for the hotel. He slipped his phone out of his pocket to call Drake. He explained everything he had planned for the day and included Drake in the preparations. This was going to be a night to remember. 

Cami woke to a knock at the door. She slowly stretched realizing Liam was gone. She slid out of bed and threw on her white silk robe to open the front door. At the door was a breakfast delivery and a large white box with a deep royal blue bow adorned on top. A sparkling crystal vase of dozen red long stemmed roses sat on the floor next to Cami’s deliveries. Once inside she opened the card placed inside the roses. 

Good morning, my love, I’m sorry I had to slip away but you’ll understand why tonight. Enjoy your breakfast, relax and pamper yourself. You’ll receive details where to meet me tonight as the day goes on. -Liam

Cami opened the large white box revealing a pink off the shoulder floor length gown. She enjoyed her breakfast and hung out around her apartment. Every hour on the hour another dozen roses arrived, each one with a specific instruction. 

Take a relaxing bubble bath. 

Watch a movie. 

Eat lunch. 

Hair. 

Makeup. 

The last was three dozen pink roses. Liam accompanied by a fourth. “Camilla.” Liam spoke in a smoky voice. Cami’s eyes gawked at Liam in his perfect suit that eventuated every muscle, his perfect sandy blonde hair swept to the side. “Liam.” Camilla gulped. Liam reached his hand out to her, “if you’ll follow me.” Cami nodded her head and followed Liam out of her apartment to a waiting SUV. Drake in the driver's seat. 

“I did some research on traditional first dates.” “Research?” “Yea, I’ve been on dates but not by your definition. More like attending balls and galas.” “I see. And a traditional date is what?” Cami asked. “Dinner and a movie. But I thought I could upgrade it a bit. Dinner and a show.” 

They pulled up outside to the most romantic restaurant in the city. “Liam, how did you manage to get a table at One if by Land, Two if by Sea?” “I didn’t..” He got out of the suv helping her out behind him. They walked into the empty restaurant. The matriedee bowed, “Prince Liam Rhys?” “Correct sir. And this is my date. Camilla Wellington.” They were seated in the most secluded area of the restaurant. 

“Liam this is beautiful. I’ve never had the entire restaurant cleared out before.” “You’ve been here?” “I have.” “Tell me about your family.” “Well, my mom died when I was gone. My dad used to be King. He retired a while ago. He and stepmom council my brother and a part of the council now. I’ve told you about Leo and Maddie. We’re fairly normal, just wealthy with a country to run. The usual.” Liam shrugged. Cami giggled. “I’m sorry about your mom. What happened?” “Cancer. It was a long time ago.” Cami nodded her head. “Past relationships?” She noticed Liam’s eyes darted from her fast. “There was one serious relationship. Maria. It ended badly.” Liam stated matter of fact. She could tell he didn’t want to talk about it. “You?” Liam asked, sipping a glass of wine. “Nothing serious. I’ve always been hyper focused on getting into law school, graduating law school, now I’m here. My life in a nutshell.” 

They talked and joked about their childhoods and friends. They talked about college and traveling the world. Liam realized the more he learned about her the more he couldn’t get enough. They finished their dinner. “One more surprise my lady.” He took her hand leading her from her seat at the table. “And what’s that my prince?” Liam raised his eyebrows at her nickname for him. “Prince huh?” He smiled a toothy smile. “Ready for the movie portion of the night babe?” They climbed into the SUV. “Drake, let’s go.” “Drake?” Cami was surprised. “Nice to see you again Wellington.” “Uh you too.” 

The SUV pulled up outside the Metropolitan Opera House. Liam led Cami inside and to a private box. “The Opera instead of a movie. Nice touch.” Camilla admired. Liam leaned in to kiss her. He captured her lips in a kiss full of heat and passion. “I’ve wanted to kiss you all night Cam.” She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer filling the space between them. “Liam…” she said breathlessly. “Thank you for this.” “Thank you for saying yes.” He pulled her down onto a large plush chair. “Sit with me.” She nestled in next to him. The curtains rose and the show began. They enjoyed the show sharing longing looks and sweet kisses throughout the show. 

Late that night, they arrived back at Camilla's apartment. “Tonight was wonderful Liam.” Liam stood at her apartment door. Liam couldn’t wait any longer. He picked Cami up and kissed her deeply. “I have to go home tomorrow morning. My brother has summoned me back.” “Stay with me tonight then.” Cami whispered. 

Liam and Cami spent the night worshiping each other. Both of them pushed their thoughts of the future out of their heads. There was something about the other that made them not care about anything but what was between them. They were the only ones left when the world had disappeared. Cami fought against the feelings that had been bubbling to the surface, but she could no longer hide them. She was in love. 

The next morning Cami woke to Liam staring at her. “I love you.” She whispered. “Why do you only tell me you love me when we’re naked?” Liam chuckled and kissed her. “My flight leaves in an hour. Drake’s downstairs.” “Liam… can we make this work?” Liam was taken aback by her question. “You want to make this work?” “I want to try. My sister is getting married in a month. Will you by date?” “Of course my love.” Liam couldn’t contain his excitement. He kissed her with the heat building between them it wasn’t long til they were lost in each other again. “LIAM” Drake yelled from behind the door. “Leo will literally chop your balls off if we aren’t on the jet soon.” 

“I’ll call you baby.” Liam grabbed his stuff and ran out the door.

We got this. I love you. Camilla stared at the text that just came through. She couldn’t shake the feeling there was something he was hiding. If I’m going to give my future up for him I guess I should know what I’m up against.

[after-l1fe]

youseff nsfw alphabet if it’s cool with you :) thanks

Youseff x GN!MC Nsfw alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s tired after having sex with you (unless you two had morning sex) BUT he really loves and cares of you, so even if he’s about to pass out from lack of sleep he’ll make sure you’re resting comfortably after a bath and in new sheets.

You two were once taking a bath together and he just fell asleep on the bathtub by accident, don’t ever remind him of that he will blush and perhaps stutter a bit.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)

He loves your thighs, he loves to kiss them and leave very light marks on them, that even if no one will see it, it’s his way of being possessive, they’re also what slowly bring him closer to more interesting zones.

He loves his eyes and their unusual grey color, he also thinks he’s good at hiding stuff but he really isn’t, just look at his eyes and you’ll know exactly how he feels.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He once drank a little bit and its common knowledge he gets a little bit to affectionate, and this only gets stronger with the person he loves the most, so one night he was starting things, you know getting undressed, kissing you, etc, only for him to fall asleep before the fun even started.

He was super ashamed next morning and couldn’t stop apologizing with you, he even bought you a little gift.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

As the oldest of the reapers he’s the one with most experience even when it comes to sex.

He has indeed had a partner before, and even got that far in the relationship. So yes, he does have experience.

Still the thing he has with you feels as a first, you’re so special and unique to him that it would be impossible to compare what he has with you with any other thing he has ever had with anyone.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, he loves this one because he can look at your face and look at you in the eyes when he says ‘I love you’.

 G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s quite serious in the moment so no, no jokes or funny comments during sex

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He prefers to just trim the hairs and make sure it all looks good, a classy man this one.

He simply doesn’t like how shaving completely feels.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Super romantic! Won’t stop telling you how much he loves you and kiss you all over your face with the happiest look on his.

He would love to even place some candles and play music if you’re okay with that, if not he’ll just make sure to tell you how much he adores you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t really feel that horny most of the time so he doesn’t jack off, also its kind of hard to get a free moment so why would he waste those weird free moments pleasing himself when he can instead please both of you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He has no kinks, he’s a vanilla man.

But I think that if you tried or really wanted you could get him into a VERY light daddy kink or being a brat tamer, he already ‘tames’ most of the reapers so why not add a little fun into taming with YOU this time.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your or his room, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if one of the young reapers found you two doing anything, he’d feel awful for the rest of his life, so he isn’t going to be even deepen a kiss in public.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He loves to please you so whenever you ask him, he’s ready to go (meanwhile its somewhere private) so his motivation is basically to please you. He’ll normally start things himself if he sees you’re even a little tense or stressed out.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Harm you or be too rough with you (unless you directly ask him he won’t be rough at all) he prefers to keep things simple and he doesn’t see the need to be overly rough or do stuff that end up harming you even if it’s just a little.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Super good at giving oral, and this is partly because your private parts are next to your thighs and he loves those so yeah, it just kind of happens.

Super good at it, he’s very observant so he notices when you squirm slightly as he runs his tongue against a sensitive spot.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual, he’d hate to harm you, so he’d rather go slower and more sensual, also going like that allows him to be a bit more talkative and express his love for you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t like them, he prefers to take his time pleasing you and being more romantic which is kinda hard if you’re in a hurry.

 R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He doesn’t like to take risks in any sense, he won’t really try new stuff unless YOU tell him, and when it comes to do things in public that’s a big NO for him, what if one of the younger reapers finds you two?!

He likes being an example or role model and getting caught doing that stuff isn’t exactly correct…

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Sorry but he’s old XD

He doesn’t have that much stamina, afterall he is normally really tired due to being the ‘big brother’ of every reaper in the 14th branch, so he doesn’t have that much spare energy at the end of the day.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Nope, he just doesn’t feel comfortable with them, he’d much rather please you by more ‘normal´ means he’d much rather do all the work himself.

He wouldn’t oppose to you having your own toys if you want to though.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Doesn’t like to tease you, he prefers to just tell you how he feels for you and express his love for you directly rather than say dirty things or even edge you.

Same as with toys though if you were to ask him to tease you a bit like dirty talk or overstimulation he wouldn’t mind.

 V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s relatively quiet aside from some grunts and a very, very little moan when he cums.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves to sit next to you and just look at the sky in peace, he also loves it when you rest your head on his lap and he can just run his fingers through your hair.

Loves morning sex, at that time he is yet to be exhausted from all the other soul reapers so he can go for longer time.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s quite average in every aspect aside from him being quite a bit longer than normal, which he is very proud of as he can easily reach all your sensitive spots.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not high at all, mainly due to hoow much stuff he does and how he is the ‘older brother’ to practicaly everyone and also he just doesn’t like to d it that often, doing it every now and then makes it feel more special.

 Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep quite fast, after all he does get quite tired afterwards, but he never falls asleep before aftercare.

He loves to cuddle with you meanwhile you two fall asleep; he loves being the big spoon and just placing his arms around your waist and nuzzle your neck, it makes him feel at peace.

[carreraleigh]

Between Games and Truths

Part 1.

Pairing: Ethan x MC (Lia)

Rating: PG

Words: 1367

A/N: This is the first Ethan x mc story that I wrote and I'm really happy with the result, hope you all like it! And thank you so much again for reading this first @vienroose, you know how much I appreciate your guidance. Love u.

Summary: Ethan and Lia go to the conference in Miami, Lia saves Ramsey from an uncomfortable situation and Ethan doesn't know how much more he can resist his feelings.

Tags: @courtesan-of-garage @the-red-jhon @vienroose @lovehugsandcandy @zig-nazario @client-327 | if you want to be in the tag list just ask.

"Where is she, where is she" Ethan said and checked his wristwatch, impatient "She's five minutes late" he looked at the main entrance, watching people come and go excitedly. He was about to call her again until he received a message.

"I'm here" - Lia.

Ethan put his phone in his pocket and sat down next to the bar, he ordered a drink and continued to scan the crow. The bartender put a glass of whiskey in front of him and Ethan drank it in one gulp, his eyes looking at anyone who was passing by, until a figure blocked his view.

"Ethan Ramsey" he heard his name and payed attention to the girl who was in front of him "I can't believe it" she extended her hand, he hesitated to take it, but finally agreed.

"Sorry, do we know each other?" He said with a forced smile, he was not in the mood to talk, not while Lia hadn't arrived at the conference yet.

"I'm a big fan of yours" the girl moved her hair, trying to expose the great neckline that her dress had, bringing her breasts up. He looked at her for a second, then returned to pay attention to the people who were arriving.

"It's good to know that someone values ​​my work" he said seriously, not paying attention to her "Now, if you'll excuse me" he tried to head for the door, but the girl blocked his path.

"I was thinking we could get to know each other better" the girl put a hand on his chest, he looked at her, surprised at her movement.

"¿And your name is?" he said, annoyed.

"Ashley" she said and winked at him.

"Ashley" he took her by both arms "Look Ashley, I don't know what you want, but whatever you're thinking is not going to happen"

"Why?" She said taking a step forward, trying to shorten the distance between them "Are you waiting for someone special?"

"It's not that..." Ethan was going to speak, but was interrupted by a voice behind him.

"Good evening" the girl said as she cleared her throat.

Ethan turned around and saw her. Damn. Lia wore a tight blue dress, her hair was elegantly pulled back, exposing her neck and collarbone, her eyes and lips were highlighted by the makeup she was wearing, she was smiling warmly, her teeth were extremely white and the shoes she was wearing made her a few inches taller. She had a martini in her hand, holding it with elegance. Ethan didn't take his eyes off her.

"Rookie" he said after a moment, regaining his composure. Lia looked at Ashley, who was standing next to Ethan and looking her up and down. lf looks could kill, Lia would already be ten meters underground.

"Ethan" Lia approached and took Ethan's hand, intertwining his fingers "Who is this girl, love?" she looked at Ashley, who was still looking at her angrily.

"She..." Ethan tried to find the words, but they didn't come out, and he never ran out of words. He remained focused on his hand, feeling how his skin and Lia's were rubbing.

"Ashley" the girl extended her hand in disgust, Lia took it with a smile.

"Nice to meet you, Ashley" the sarcasm could be heard in her voice "I'm Lia, Ethan's girlfriend. What can we do for you?" Lia put her arm behind Ethan, and he automatically did the same. Ashley looked at Ethan, he smiled at her as he pressed Lia closer to his body.

"I just came to say hi" she faked a smile "I'm glad someone has already come to keep him company" she looked at Lia "Excuse me"

Ashley turned around and walked away from them. Lia broke into laughter, delicately covering her mouth. Ethan looked at her again, still not saying anything while she laughed, his face was serious, but his heart was pounding harder than ever. Their eyes met again, and Lia noticed Ethan's serious expression. It was there that when they realized that they were still hugging, Lia stepped to the side, he did the same and cleared his throat.

"You're finally here" he said as he put his hands in his pockets, still staring at her.

"Yes, I'm sorry" she put her martini on the table "I had some problems with my makeup" Lia looked away, embarrassed. Ethan sighed and put his hand on Lia's arm, squeezing her.

"Thank you" he said, and when Lia's eyes met his gaze, he was smiling. He looked at her with an intensity in his eyes that she had never seen, and that made her curious. Ethan had never been someone who showed any kind of feeling in his expressions, he always kept that serious face, the deep look, you never knew what was going on in his mind until he said it, but that look was different.

"I could see from the distance that you needed a little help" she said, pulling back the lock of hair that had fallen in front of her face "I hope it didn't bother you"

Ethan was still looking at her with a smile, and inside he felt something he couldn't explain. Yes, he had seen her many times at work, yes, they had already been alone in a room, but that was the second time he had really admired her, the first time was night they she went to his home to talk about Dr. Banerji. This was different. He noticed for the first time how pretty her brown eyes were, and that she had a small mole next to her right eye, his lips were fleshy and well defined. A thousand images came to his head, and all involved things that he certainly couldn't say in front of all those people. He cleared his throat trying to get those thoughts out of his head.

"Not problem at all" he returned to his serious expression "I'm glad you arrived" he took out his wallet and gave some dollar bills to the bartender

"For the martini" he said.

"Ethan, that's not necessary," she said.

"You've earned it, Rookie." He smiled and offered his arm "¿Shall we?"

Ethan and Lia approached the stage seats, where a person in a suit stood talking into the microphone. Lia could see her name and Ramsey's name in the front seats. The two sat and turned their gaze to the stage. Lia took an agenda from her purse and began to write down what she was hearing.

Ethan looked at her as she wrote frantically in her agenda, trying not to miss any word of what they were listening to. He thought about the first time he had seen her, and how rude he had been with her that time. He was sure that Lia wasn't going to last a week in the hospital, that she was going to leave crying at the first obstacle, but there she was, next to him, taking notes and listening carefully. She was there because she deserved it, because although it was difficult for him to admit aloud, he had to eat back all his words about her. Suddenly he was so eager to hug her, to kiss her, to have her by his side, and he hated that sentiment because he thought it was totally unprofessional. She was a resident, he was the boss, and if anything he had learned from his relationship with Dr. Emery, is that love and work should never be in the same sentence, ever.

¿But why did he still feel his heart speed up every time he looked at her?, ¿Why did he run out of words with a single touch of her skin when she grabbed his hand?

He was losing control, and he didn't know how much he could resist.

"Lia" he said her name, and she turned to look at him. Lia saw how Ethan's eyes shone with the same intensity as a few moments ago. She looked at his lips, which were half open.

"¿Yes?" she said timidly. Ethan stood up abruptly, and without looking at her he straightened his tie and said.

"I need some air" he made his way to the balcony as fast as he could. Lia watched him leave, ¿was it something she had done?, ¿something she had said angered him?, maybe he had been bothered by the scene at the bar. Thousands of doubts crossed her mind at that moment. She let him go, trying to give him space, and her attention went back to the agenda.

Ethan went out to the balcony and, for the first time after hours, he felt relaxed. He sighed in relief and approached the balcony railing, he could see the entire city from there. His heart was still beating fast. "I don't know how much longer I can resist" he said to himself as he looked at the sky, trying to find strength to continue repressing those feelings that threatened to come out.

He stood there for a few moments, losing the notion of space and time, submerged in his thoughts, until a voice called him back to earth.

"Doctor Ramsey" he heard Lia calling him "Doctor Ramsey" her voice felt closer "Doctor Ramsey" he could hear her voice now right behind him.

He closed his eyes, trying to control himself. He felt Lia's hand on his shoulders trying to make him turn around, but he refused.

"¿Is something wrong?" she said, he still didn't look at her "If you feel bad or uncomfortable, we can..."

"Fuck this"

Ethan didn't let Lia finish the sentence.

He kissed her.

[tornbetween2loves]

Lifelong Love

This series takes place in an A/U for Desire and Decorum. In this series, the Earl of Edgewater stays married to Mary and they raise the MC together. My MC is Lady Elizabeth Ann of Edgewater. With no one to question her inheritance of Edgewater, Elizabeth is free to choose who she wishes to marry. She and Ernest Sinclaire grew up together and are childhood friends. Briar is still her maid, having travelled to Edgewater for work. Harry never existed and although Mr. Marlcaster is present for the social season, he is not associated with Edgewater. This series won’t really follow canon, but there will be some events based on it. Oh and in this series, Lady Elizabeth does not lose her parents. At least not right away. Who knows what may happen in the future?

Read previous parts on my masterlist here.

Taglist: @darley1101 @blackcatkita @walkerduchess @indiacater @stopforamoment @hunt-sinclaire-raines @hellospunkiebrewster @kennaxval @drakenazario @annieleigha @alesana45 @bella-ca @littleredroseonthevalley @boneandfur

I just updated my taglists so if I missed you please let me know.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Pixelberry. I am simply borrowing them.

Word count: 1,926

Part 2: There’s Nothing Fun About Being Proper

I rolled my eyes as my mother and grandmother bickered back and forth about the events of the social season. I tried to suppress a yawn, but I was growing weary of their arguments. “I am certain, if we play our cards right, that we can secure an invitation to Opera St. John from Duke Richards,” lady grandmother said. My mother’s face turned red as she threw up her arms in exasperation. “Do you really think I would not be able to get us in there? I was once one of their most famous singers.” Grandmother sighed heavily. “That’s not the point Mary. The social season is about finding a suitable match for Elizabeth. In order to do that, she must be in the company of suitors. Attending Opera St. John with the general public is not an option.” Just when I was about to open my mouth to stop this madness, our carriage jostled, sending me flying across the way, landing at my grandmother’s feet.

“Oh my, Elizabeth! Are you all right?” My mother stood up to help me up off the floor as my grandmother opened the door of the carriage. “What happened,” she demanded of the driver. “You jostled us so badly Elizabeth was thrown from her seat. This is unacceptable.”

“My apologies, madam. I tried to swerve to miss a rather sizable hole in the road, but there wasn’t enough time. Please come outside and get some air while I inspect the wheel and axle for any damage.” I was back on my feet standing in front of Lady Grandmother and I suppressed a giggle as I thought back to Annabelle’s description of her when she was angry. Mr. Harper was driving us to London to begin the social season. I shot him an amused look which made my mother giggle. Grandmother rolled her eyes and groaned. “You two are impossible,” she said as she stood. Mr. Harper held out his hand and met my eyes as he helped me down from the carriage. I smiled at him sweetly. Luke Harper and I were quite close, we shared a love of horses. We shared many hours together in the stables, chatting as we tended the horses together. It was he who taught me how to ride, and we were frequent riding partners. “It’s quite all right Mr. Harper,” I said as I stepped down from the carriage. “I think I was quite ready to stretch my legs.” He bowed his head at me and winked. “Thank you miss.” He helped my mother and grandmother down and led us over to a shaded spot under a massive oak tree.

“Please, rest. I won’t be but a few minutes,” he said with a slight bow. I stood beneath the tree taking in my surroundings. The day had grown quite hot during our travels. We had left in the coolness of early morning but that had all burned off. Everything was slightly wet, as if it had just been raining. My brow furrowed as I shot my mother a questioning look. “Has it been raining?” She shrugged in answer as lady grandmother nodded. “I believe its been drizzling lightly all morning,” she said and looked at me pointedly. “You should get used to it. It rains a lot in London this time of year.” I nodded and smiled at her. “You know I love the rain grandmother,” I said with a gleam in my eye.

She eyed me sternly and said, “Yes my dear. I know all too well about your antics in the rain. But you must remember you are officially a lady of the court. Dancing in the rain is not appropriate or becoming of a lady of your stature.” I sighed. “Don’t ladies of the court ever get to have any fun?” My mother stifled a laugh, causing grandmother to shoot her a sideways glance and clear her throat. “Of course, dear. You can have all the fun you want as long as it’s proper.”

Proper? There was nothing fun about being proper.

“My ladies, the carriage is fixed, but perhaps you would like me to lay out the picnic lunch we have packed? It is almost time and we are about halfway to London.” We all nodded in agreement. “That sounds lovely Mr. Harper,” I said with a smile. He moved to retrieve a blanket from the back of the carriage and I followed. “May I offer you my assistance, Mr. Harper,” I asked, keeping my proper demeanor until I was out of earshot of lady grandmother. I sighed deeply once I rounded the back of the carriage. “I really don’t know how I’m going to stand this, Luke,” I said. “I just feel so stuffy and pretentious. Not to mention this all seems so unnecessary.” He smiled at me as he unstrapped the picnic basket from the back of the carriage. “I know how you feel. It feels absolutely ridiculous to refer to you so formally, Beth Ann.” He reached up to brush a stray strand of hair out of my eyes. My stomach fluttered as his hand brushed my cheek ever so slightly. We stood there, gazing into each other’s eyes, for a moment that seemed much longer. I couldn’t help but feel a connection to Luke. We had so much in common. All the afternoons spent riding and bonding over the care of the horses. Edgewater was famous for their horses and Luke took a lot of pride in their care. This was not the first time I noticed a longing in his gaze, and also not the first time I ignored it. I couldn’t deny that he was handsome, and maybe if our stations in life were different.....

“Lady Elizabeth, what are you doing over there?” My grandmother’s words broke the spell of our gaze as I grabbed the blanket from him and made my way back to the tree. “Nothing lady grandmother. I was simply getting a blanket to spread so we could sit.” I unfolded the blanket, shaking it out and spreading it on the ground under the tree. We all sat down as Luke approached with lunch. He kneeled on the blanket and spread the contents of the basket in front of us. Then he stood and bowed, retreating to the carriage as we ate.

I tried to focus on the conversation my mother and grandmother were having about the upcoming events of the social season. But I found it all so dreadfully dull that my mind kept wandering. I gazed off into the distance, imagining myself on the journey back to Edgewater with my engagement ring from Ernest sparkling on my finger. How I longed to see him again! It ached being apart from him so long. I was so used to seeing him almost daily. I remembered last year, when he attended London’s social season and I did not. It was then that I grew close to Luke. I found myself being overtly flirty and affectionate toward Luke because I was missing Ernest. I knew it was unfair, but I couldn’t help it. And now I was filled with regret as I observed Luke sitting in the driver’s seat of the carriage eating his own lunch. I know he has feelings for me. And I will admit to having a fondness for him too. But it is nothing compared to what I feel for Ernest. The mere mention of his name sends my heart aflutter.

“So what is our strategy for Mr. Sinclaire’s dinner party tomorrow evening?” My head snapped back toward my mother’s question. I couldn’t help the excited grin that spread across my face. “Wait. The first event of the social season is a dinner party hosted by Ernest?” I giggled at the thought, then my smile faded as I realized my mistake. Lady grandmother looked at me sternly. “Elizabeth Ann, you simply must stop referring to gentlemen by their first names. Especially once we reach London. It isn’t proper. I know you have a history with Mr. Sinclaire and hold a special fondness for him, but propriety is of the utmost importance.”

I nodded my head and cast my eyes downward. “Yes grandmother, I’m sorry. I lost my head for a moment. It won’t happen again.” I looked up to meet my mother’s eyes and saw laughter behind them. I know it’s her influence that rubbed off on me to make me feel like propriety was a waste of time. She always said she never understood it either. And she’s told me countless times about how she thinks the entire social season is a comical farce.

“I’m so sorry you have to go through all this Elizabeth,” mother had said one morning after a particularly stern scolding from my grandmother about propriety. I looked at her and sighed deeply. “I just don’t get it. Why is it so important?” She stood up and approached me, sitting down next to me and grasping my hands in hers. “My beautiful daughter, I am not the one to explain the nuances of this lifestyle. To be honest, you and I are in agreement. I think it’s all ridiculous.” She glanced about the room, making sure we were totally alone, then lowered her voice to a whisper. “But I can teach you how to fake it my dear. I’ve been faking it for years. Just find someone you love and get him to propose. Once you’re married it’s all just a public image.”

“The Sinclaire family has hosted the premier dinner party of the season for generations. It’s tradition.” Lady grandmother said. I nodded, remembering her mentioning that at some point. At least I wouldn’t have to wait too long to see Ernest. And what torture it must be for him to host a dinner party! I know how much he despises being social. He really becomes quite surly in crowds. He needs a wife to host for him, to focus on all the details so he can just retreat to his study when he feels overwhelmed. I imagined myself answering the door of the Sinclaire townhouse at next year’s premier dinner, with Ernest by my side. Greeting our guests and chatting with all of them happily, then looking up to meet his gaze across the room. I could imagine his eyes darkening as he looked at me with longing, and wondering if we would be able to wait for the party to be over or if we could sneak off before.....

“My ladies, I believe we should be going if we are to reach London before dark,” Luke said, snapping me out of my reverie. I stood up and headed back to the carriage, excited to get to London.

******************

Thankfully, the remainder of the trip to London passed quietly as my mother and grandmother napped most of the way. I could not rest, however, my mind was filled with thoughts of London. It is hard to describe my emotions. I am excited to finally be a part of society, ready to attend parties and meet new people. But that excitement grows from the knowledge that if I play this game correctly, I will be rewarded with a grand prize. A husband better suited to me than any man in this world. I’ve spent most of my childhood learning the rules of propriety and good manners. This felt like my final test. If I can pull this off, just get through this social season, the rest of my life would fall into place.

[forthestarprinces]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write a SCM headcanon where the MC loses her memory of the guys in an accident and they wish to win her back and make her fall in love with them again? Though I find all the gods wonderful, if 12 is too much, you could just write a few (I really like Karno and Krioff) :) Also, your blog is amazing! Keep up the great work

    Krioff: Beep. Beep. Beep.

    Doctors were sure you were never going to wake up again.

    Beep. Beep. Beep.

    Krioff knew that they were wrong and you would prove them wrong.

    Beep. Beep. Beep.

    He visited every single day since the severe car accident, praying to God that you would wake up and live your life and love him, dear God please love him. The guilt of not being there to stop the accident made him lay in his bed every single day, staring at the ceiling and ask why me?.

    Beep. Beep. Beep.

    He loved you – no, there was no forward to describe how much he loved you. He adored you. You were his reason for living. And now, to have you so cruelly taken away to a world no one can enter or pull you out of was incomprehensible. He was still in shock, two months later, that the accident had happened. It was if it were yesterday that Dui ran in, panicked beyond belief, and stuttered out the words that forever change Krioff’s life.

    Beep. Beep. Beep.

    And he had told Krioff that you had been in an accident and Krioff had said no, you’re lying to me stop lying to me stopstopstopstop –

    Beep. Beep. Beep. Beepbeepbeepbeep

    Krioff had never turned his head faster in his life. His hands grip the railing of your hospital bed tightly, and he automatically leans forward towards you. His eyes trained on you, he can only watch in amazement as you slowly open your eyes, scrunching your face like waking up from a bad dream, and dear God you were awake, God answered his prayers, you were alive and he could still love you and oh my –

    And you uttered the words that would change his life forever. You looked baffled – not at being in a hospital, but at Krioff’s existence. Krioff furrowed his brow, about to open his mouth, when you beat him to the punch. Dear god, you always beat him.

    And he felt his heart fall to pieces, he felt his heart shatter on the floor. Because you had to utter the words that changed his entire life.

    “Who are you?”

    –

    When she was wary around his gloved hand, he knew it was over.

    When she no longer needed help going grocery shopping, he knew it was over.

    When she no longer bought ice cream bites to the house, he knew it was over.

    Most of all, Krioff wanted her to be happy. He just had learned to intertwine her happiness with his own, so when he sees her laughing with her male coworker and hugging him, he knows that her happiness is no longer his own or his happiness is no longer her own. When he continues to watch him ask her out to dinner, and she does the thing, the damn thing were she looks adorable and flushes and it’s not directed at Krioff, he knows it was over.

    “I’m so sorry,” is all Ichthys, whom was standing next to Krioff at the reflecting pool they had previously been working at. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have changed the view to one of her –”

    “No.” The only word Krioff seems to know how to utter anymore. “No.”

    Silence fills the room, and Krioff quickly changes the image in the pool.

    “I know it’s not my place to say,” Ichthys says, “but have you considered, I dunno, trying harder? I know it’s like you’re just looking for the old [Name], but maybe try looking for the new one.”

    And so Krioff tries. He really does. He visits and checks in on you daily, and tries desperately to make you smile, regardless if he feels like he knows you or not anymore. But there is only so much you can do.

    Because two months pass and that’s the time the doctors said it would take for the memories to come back, if they would at all. And that’s how Krioff knows it is over.

    Because he watches you from your balcony when you get in late one night, bite your lip, twirl around your apartment and let your laugh ring free. And when you squeal and fall onto your bed, holding a pillow against your chest, he knows it is over.

    Because when you tell him, tears in your star-eyes, that you’re in love with someone else, he knows it is over.

    Karno: The sounds of a piano ring throughout your apartment, joyous in its opening notes.

    Karno leaned against the entrance arch of your kitchen, watching you as you prepared your dinner. His heart stops as he realizes you are picking up his favorite spices, twirling around and singing along to the lyrics as you season the food inside the pot.

    “They made a statue of us, and put it on a mountain top…”

It seemed like it was just yesterday you were bedridden, white gauze wrapped around your head from where your head hit the corner of a table. It seems like yesterday that Karno was not sure he could love you anymore.

“Then they’ll give us a talking to, yeah they’ll give us a talking to…”

The music continues to play from where your phone was hooked to the auxiliary cord in your kitchen. Karno can only smile as you continue to sing and use your stirrer as a microphone. He vaguely remembers the song from a happier time, when you still knew everything about him and were deeply in love. He vaguely remembers the song from when the two of you should have had a statue of the two of you made; a time where you were in love and careless and bridged the two entirely different worlds together.

He can’t help but let out a laugh as you innocently shake your head to the beat of the song. Your head snaps up and you look at Karno from over the counter. A grin, the same grin you used to give him when you were together, crosses your face.

    “Karno!” you exclaim, dropping the wooden stirrer and rushing over to him. He opens his arms and you run into them, and he’s hit with a hint of nostalgia. She doesn’t remember this, she doesn’t remember, she doesn’t she doesn’t she doesn’t –

    “You devil! How long have you been watching me?” Your cheerful voice breaks him from his thoughts. He plasters a smile over his face, but it doesn’t feel fake. Is he getting better at pretending to smile, is it coming naturally, or does he actually mean it? He’s confused and cannot find the answer to this question.

    “Only since the song began,” Karno promises, laughing.

    Your reaction is instantaneous. Your face flushes the same bright red as the spices you had been using. “I hate you,” you complain. “You’re awful!” And you smack him lightly on the chest for a good measure, and Karno can’t help but notice how natural the exchange was.

    Almost like she’s all the way back, whispers a part of Karno’s mind he never wants to listen to again. Are you sure she won’t not fall in love with you again? She just said she hated you.

    You grab onto his arm and automatically draw him out of his thoughts. He looks down into your eyes and sees your kind smile, as if you suspected that he was caught up in unpleasant thoughts. Like you understand. Like you used to understand. His heart does an unhealthy flip.

    “Will you join me for dinner, Karno?” You ask shyly, tugging a piece of hair behind your ear. And he nods because who can say no to that angelic smile and innocent face?

    And so the two of you sit down to eat, and it is quiet. Not the bad kind of quiet. No, the kind of quiet that whispers of someone falling deeper into love.

    And it was Karno. At least, that’s what he thought. Because he would love you until the end of the time.

    However, he is shocked at the words that tumble out of your mouth as soon as you were finished eating your plate.

    “Lord Karno,” you whisper, your voice all breathy and sexy and the voice that’s so dear to Karno he was sure he’d go crazy if he never heard it again.

    He swallows. “Yes?”

    “I’m in love with you.”

    A sharp intake of breath.

    “They made a statue of us, they made a statue of us…”

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I HOPE YOU ENJOYED OMG SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG IM SO SORRY BUT HOPEFULLY THIS MAKES UP FOR IT??? IDK!!! AND THANK U SM!!! I HOPE U CONTINUE TO SUPPORT THIS BLOG BECAUSE IT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME.

[koko-buni]

so my friend (who has cp) and i were hcing seven and they said that they hc him as having either tourettes/mild cp or some other similar disability especially bcs its mentioned that he doesnt really. go outside if he doesnt have to and the way hes nervous abt meeting mc for the first time and is distant,they said its a MOOD if you think of him being ashamed of tics etc and tbh?im wit it so id love it if u could do a one shot/hcs inspired by this concept??bcs im Thirsty for some representation🍒

Seven x MC Oneshot

I hope this is okay! It isn’t massively long, however it took me a long time to write! It sure was a challenge; thank you for requesting! :)

I had been situated at my desk as I stared at the computer screen, heaving out a nervous sigh. Closing my eyes, I rubbed my sweaty palms along my jeans, wincing as pain shot through my arms and legs. “Shit,” I muttered, causing Vanderwood to rush over towards me, a concerned look upon his face.

“You okay?” He asked, eyebrows raised as I hung my head low in shame, attempting to clench my fists, but the immense pain cause an inability to.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I knitted my eyebrows and exhaled sharply. “Yes, I’m fine, Vanderwood.” I said, beginning to give up as my heart sank in my chest, “I just need to finish my work.” I stated bitterly, gnawing along my bottom lip as I felt so hopeless; I was lost like a leaf floating towards the ground, only to crack due to the smallest amount of wind.

“Are you like this because of work, or because that girl is coming?” Vanderwood questioned, causing me to shoot my head up towards him, confusion evident across my face. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He laughed, folding his arms over his chest as he looked down towards me, a smirk dancing across his lips.

Nobody looked at me like I was normal—I was just a fragile person to them. It made me want to throw things or smash windows, yet I couldn’t. All I could do was scream inside my mind as the pain in my joints prevented me from moving in extreme ways.

“How do you even know about her?” I asked, turning back around on my chair to face the computer screen. Although I was motivated to do work, to feel useful, I found myself merely glaring at the all-too-bright screen, eyes stinging with tears as dark thoughts drowned my mind.

What if MC wouldn’t like the real me? What if she wants to go outside, but I prefer to stay indoors? What if she thinks my cerebral palsy is too much for her to deal with? What if—

My anxiety-ridden thoughts were interjected by Vanderwood’s voice, once again, which caused me to groan in frustration. “I saw you texting her and she said she would be coming over. You must like her, since you hardly let anyone inside.” I rolled my eyes as Vanderwood continued talking, pretending to be concerned, “Have you taken your medication today? For the pain?” He asked, although he already knew the answer.

For me, taking the medication was a horrible reminder that I couldn’t be like everyone else. I couldn’t go outside and run around, nor could I even get ice cream, merely because I was too afraid of what people would think. Too afraid of having an epileptic fit in front of everyone—I wanted to go outside, to walk beneath the sun and get a coffee, but I couldn’t. Heck, I couldn’t even have a conversation without people talking about my condition. Nobody cared about me, they simply cared about what happened to me.

I wanted to run away to a place where nobody knew my name; where I was merely a nameless face in the crowd. Yet, I knew I could never do that. I relied on people to ensure I had help if I needed it, but the looks of utter pity made me feel so insignificant and helpless.

My thoughts, once again, were interrupted as there was a knock upon my door, and Vanderwood opened the door (ignoring my heavy breathing) and I almost fell off my chair in exasperation.

MC was beautiful.

Absolutely mesmerising, in fact.

Her long, chocolate hair fell past her shoulders, bangs dishevelled as she shyly looked down at her shoes. Her cheeks were smacked with a pale crimson, small, barely noticeable, freckles scattered along her face. Her eyes were a forest that I became lost in: the forest-green was surfaced with a warm honey, almost as if the forest trees were set alight. MC laced her fingers with her own, glaring down at her shoes as waves of anxiety flooded her veins, causing her heartbeat to accelerate rapidly. Or, at least, that’s the way I felt.

“MC, I—” I choked out, tearing up as she smiled in a way that nobody had before. Her mere smile lit up the entirety of my world and, suddenly, nothing mattered anymore.

Smile remaining upon her lips, MC shook her head; “You don’t have to explain anything to me. Vanderwood told me about your cerebral palsy.” It felt as if someone had shot me in the heart, and I was preparing myself to watch her back as she walked away. “I just want to say, that none of it matters to me. You’re still you, Seven, and I—” MC tried to continue, but tears were fleeing her eyes as she ran towards me.

The beautiful brunette wrapped her arms around me, crying into my shoulder as I could feel her body shake. I opened my mouth to speak, but her soft voice stopped me. “I-I love you, Seven, I love you so much.” She said, leaning backwards as she smiled at me. It was a smile laced with sincerity and love, not pity. It was the first time I felt like I belonged in someone’s arms.

“Saeyoung.”

“What?” She asked, confused.

“That’s my real name. Saeyoung.” I choked out, trying to tell her with my eyes that I wanted her to stay. That I yearned for her warmth and that I loved every single part of her.

We had been talking for months, yet I finally felt as if we really knew each other. MC knew I loved her as she smashed her lips against mine, our tears blurring into one as I gave her my heart. I gave her my all.

And, from that day onwards, I took my medication. It was no longer a reminder that I was weak or not good enough. Instead, it was a reminder that I was strong enough to get through it; I was strong enough to live and walk the world with MC right beside me.

[theartoflovingthomashunt]

Santa Monica -Happiness

[Red Carpet Diaries Masterlist]  ||  [Hollywood U Masterlist] – – –

Characters: Alex (MC), Thomas Hunt

Setting: This takes place between RCD books 2 and 3 (Red Carpet Diaries 2.5). However, it really could take place anytime in their relationship.

Rating: General – – –

Alex and Thomas walked hand in hand toward the Santa Monica Pier.  

“I know this isn’t your thing,” Alex squeezed Thomas’s hands. 

“That is an understatement, darling,” Thomas answered with a stern expression as he eyed the crowds of people all around them. 

“I appreciate that you’re giving it a chance,” Alex smiled. 

“I may find the noise, the crowd, and the general setting exhausting, however, anytime with you is enjoyable,” Thomas responded. The corner of his mouth turning up ever so slightly. 

“Let’s start with something calm.” Alex pulled Thomas toward the Santa Monica Looff Hippodrome. 

Alex’s face lit up when she saw the carousel. “It’s over 100 years old.” Alex marveled. “It was one of the first places I came when I got here. Chazz took me out for a day of more touristy fun and excitement, we came here as part of our adventure that day.”

“Somehow, I am not surprised.” Thomas guided Alex toward the carousel with his arm extended. “Shall we?

“Nothing would make me happier,” Alex smiled as she entered the carousel.

“Hmm,” Thomas pondered. “I shall endeavor to prove that statement inaccurate.”

Alex and Thomas took their place on the ride as the carousel went round and round. Alex couldn't wipe the smile off her face. She had always loved the pure, simple pleasure that came from riding a carousel. But, this time was extra special because she could share it with Thomas. Despite his grumpy exterior, she knew he wasn’t hating it as much as he pretended to be.

As the ride came to a stop, Alex led Thomas toward the vintage Ice Cream Parlor, where they got an old-fashion ice cream soda. 

A little while later, as they continued their exploration of the pier. 

"Oh, let's play a game!" Alex dragged Thomas toward a row of games. 

"You know these games are designed to be nearly impossible to win," Thomas explained. 

Alex shrugged. "Why should that matter?"

"Why attempt something at which you know you can not succeed?" Thomas questioned. 

"It's not about winning… it's about fun. Fun is when you ...okay, I won't sing the Spongebob song but you may have to suffer through the episode at some point in the future. Fair warning." Alex nudged Thomas teasingly. 

Thomas breathed deeply, trying not to roll his eyes. 

Alex continued. "It's just part of the amusement park experience, you go on some rides, you eat deliciously unhealthy food that you don't think too much about how its made, and you play no-win games. It’s just what you do. I don't make the rules.”

Thomas began to protest but ultimately sighed, letting Alex have this one. “Fine. Let’s play ring toss.”

Thomas bought Alex a bucket of rings. She tossed one after another, getting so close, but ultimately not getting any rings on the glass bottle tops. 

Thomas listened to the imperfect rhythm of the clanking of the rings against the glass bottles that surrounded him. He took a small handful of rings out of the bucket and examined them closely. He held each carefully, exploring their weight and quality. After a few moments, he tossed the first ring. It ricocheted off the top of one of the bottles and bounced around before falling to the ground. The second grazed the top of the bottle and almost stayed on, but a frustrated child throwing from across the stand sent a ring flying that caused Thomas’s to bounce off the top. 

Thomas tried to block out the stifling amount of chaos around him. He carefully balanced the third ring between his fingers and sent it soaring down a row of bottles. It landed perfectly on a bottle a few rows in without bouncing off. 

“You did it! You won!!!” Alex exclaimed.

“Yes,” Thomas verified. 

“I thought you said these games are unwinnable?” Alex pressed.

“I said they are nearly impossible to win,” Thomas began. “I’m a precisionist. I understand the world is imperfect and yet, I venture to bring as much order as I can by understanding things.” 

“You just happened to understand ring toss well enough to win instantly?” Alex asked.

“It’s all a matter of finding the precise physics behind it– from the way you hold the ring to how you spin it, even how the ring is weighted and where you stand in relation to the row of bottles,” Thomas began.

Alex gave him a knowing look.

“My parents took us to a carnival when I was 4. It was dreadful. I hated that I could not win any of the games. And yet they insisted on giving me consolation prizes, as if I could be so easily appeased,” Thomas scoffed. “I wanted to beat the game not get the prize. So, I taught myself how to master them. I set up variations of the games at home and tested different strategies until I found ones that worked. I refused to let them win. I actually think I ended up making money on it when kids in the neighborhood insisted on coming to play even though they refused to let me teach them how to play properly.”

Alex covered her mouth with her hand trying not to laugh. She could just picture Thomas as a child trying to best all the carnies. Before she could tease him about it, she noticed a little boy crying across the game tent. 

The game attended proudly presented Thomas with a very large and not that soft stuffed bear. “Thank you,” Thomas muttered.

Thomas turned to hand Alex the bear, but he also noticed the upset child who had seemingly lost the game. The boy was only a couple years older than he was when he had first lost the game all those years ago. 

When he turned back to Alex, she smiled and nodded to him. 

“Know that I won it for you,” Thomas stated.

“And that memory is all I need.” Alex held his face in her hands and kissed him softly. “You are all I need.”

Thomas and Alex walked over to the crying child who was pressed against his mother’s side. “Can we give this to him?” Thomas mouthed to the boy’s mother. She smiled and nodded.

Thomas knelt down next to the little boy and placed the bear beside him. “Hi. My name’s Thomas. What’s your name?”

“Jacob.” The little boy sniffled and turned his face toward Thomas. 

“Jacob, sometimes you won’t win, but it’s important to learn from every opportunity. If I tell you a secret, do you think you can remember it?” Thomas questioned in the softest voice Alex had ever heard him use. The boy nodded silently. “Practice makes progress. Can you say that– Practice makes progress?”

The little boy repeated it back. Thomas smiled. “That means you keep trying no matter what and you don’t give up. Little by little you will get better. The more you practice something, the more progress you make. Now, my friend here is going to need to learn about practicing. Do you think you can help him?”

Thomas moved the bear closer to the boy, who was only a few inches taller than the bear. The boy immediately hugged the stuffed animal as tight as he could. 

“Thank you,” the boy’s mother mouthed. 

As Thomas and Alex started to walk away, Jacob ran over and wrapped himself around Thomas’s legs, pulling him to an abrupt stop. “Thank you!”

Thomas stood speechless as the boy turned and ran back to his mom without another word. 

“I know you find children tedious, but you were great with him.” Alex took Thomas’s hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

Thomas smiled, giving one last look at the boy wrapped around his new prize. “I suppose they’re not all terrible.” 

“I love you so much, Thomas Hunt,” Alex expressed in amazement.

“I love you, too.” He snaked his arms around her waist pulling her closer. “Know that you make me a better man, Alex. I’m different when you’re around.”

“I don’t plan on going anywhere.” Alex wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his lips down to meet hers. She kissed him deeply, savoring everything she felt for him at that moment. After a few moments, she pulled back and smiled. “How do you feel about the Ferris Wheel?”

“I will follow you where you lead, my darling” Thomas admitted.

Alex led them to the line for the Ferris Wheel. 

"You know we don't have to wait in line," Thomas suggested. 

"True, but no one likes people who cut lines," Alex explained. "Plus, waiting in lines isn't all bad."

"How could waiting in line be anything but a waste of valuable time?" Thomas began to protest. 

Alex leaned into him, resting against his chest. She kissed his cheek, letting her lips hover over his skin. 

"I stand corrected." Thomas held Alex in his arms as they waited patiently for their turn.

When it was time to board their car, Thomas helped Alex in. Then he turned to talk to the ride attendant for a moment before getting in as well.  

“The view is so beautiful,” Alex exclaimed as the Ferris Wheel reached the top.

“It is,” Thomas agreed, his attention fully on Alex. The breeze blew her hair around. Thomas pushed a strand back away from her face. “How did I do? Is this better than the carousel?”

“Huh?” Alex questioned shifting her attention to Thomas. 

“You said nothing could make you happier than the carousel. I hoped a moment alone up here might exceed your expectations,” Thomas challenged.

“It’s amazing,” Alex looked around taking in all of the scene–the bustle of the crowd on the pier, the people on the beach, and the still calm ocean stretching out into the horizon. She could hear the couples in the cars nearby worrying about why the ride had come to a stop.

“How much longer do we have?” Alex asked, resting her head on Thomas’s shoulder.

“Unfortunately, probably only a few more moments. I imagine the rest of the line is getting restless,” Thomas replied. He kissed the top of Alex’s head. 

“Tonight has been perfect,” Alex confessed, snuggling tighter against Thomas. “You are perfect. Thank you.”

Thomas held Alex safely in his arms. “I would do anything to make you happy, Alex.”

“I know,” Alex admitted. “As I would for you.”

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[dong-hyucks]

hiii could you maybe please do an imagine where you're an idol that MCs with eunwoo and when the rest of the boys come and perform on the show bin starts fangirling and stuff because he likes your group and admires you so much and likes youuu ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) hehe thank u so much!!

Idol Crush ; Moonbin

Characters: Moonbin (Bin) / Reader / ft. KNK (kind of)Genre: FluffA/N: this has nothing to do with the imagine or anything but can leE DAEHWI STAY IN HIS LANE AOSIOFWH - sincerely, a woojin stan struggling to stay loyal (also if there are any random mistakes, i just got a new computer and im not used to using the keyboard oops) // [S/N] = stage name

Masterlists

   You and Dongmin stood in front of the camera, microphones in hand. You waited for the cameraman’s cue, fiddling with the outline of your name that was attached to the microphone, and smiled when he held up a thumbs up. “Eunwoo,” you greeted, a wide grin playing your lips. “I heard the next group is entering deep in fans’ hearts. Is this true?” The lines you and Dongmin had practiced time after time before appeared in your mind ever so clearly, it was as if you had the script with you.

   Dongmin turned to you with a soft smile, “Yes, [S/N], it’s true.” He looked to you a moment longer before turning his head and facing the camera. “On rainy nights, fans think of them and can’t sleep.” The camera panned out, reveal the members of KNK standing next to the two MCs. As a fan of them, you had to refrain yourself from smiling too much. “Welcome, KNK!”

   The interview went by accordingly and without a hitch. The main vocalists had a chance to sing the chorus to their newest title song, Rain, whilst the entire group promoted themselves. When the cameraman told you that the camera had stopped rolling, you smiled at the five and Dongmin respectively before retreating off the set. You thanked the staff member who handed you a waterbottle, downing its contents easily.

   You heard a door open, followed by the rowdy noise of a group of men entering the studio. You quickly noticed your fellow MC, Dongmin, getting surrounded by his group members. You smiled to yourself, turning away as you got your hair fixed by another staff member. You really liked Astro, they were one of your favourite groups, if not your favourite.

   Across the room, Bin stood in awe of your presence. He had been a giant fan of your group, M.U.R.A., ever since you had your official debut three years ago. He really admired M.U.R.A. because the group had a fantastic blend of dance, vocals, and rap– not to mention the hilarious videos your co-ed group filmed. He was broken out of his reverie when he felt someone gently nudge him. When he turned his head, he was met with Dongmin grinning at him whilst laughing quietly to himself. Behind him, Minhyuk and Sanha were whispering to each other, both glancing over to Bin occasionally and laughing. “What?” he asked, cheeks flushing at getting caught staring.

   Dongmin subtly nodded his head in your direction, his grin growing as the seconds passed. “I can introduce you to them, you know.” Bin’s burning cheeks seemingly caught fire as he turned a bright firetruck red. Before he could even sputter a reply, Dongmin was calling your name. Somewhere in the studio, they could hear Seungjun and Jihun laughing loudly.

   Bin stiffened as you bounded toward them, a gentle smile gracing your features. “Hello,” you greeted the rookie group kindly. Most of them replied with an enthusiastic hello or a small smile and the bow of their head. “What’s up, Dongmin?” Bin nearly fell over. The fact that you, [Y/L/N] [Y/N], stood in front of him barely processed in his mind as he tried to conceal his growing grin.

   Dongmin slung an arm over Bin’s shoulder, much to his chagrin. “Bin, here, is a huge Royal and, if you don’t mind, he’d like a picture and an autograph.” Bin gaped like a fish, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to piece together a coherent sentence. Meanwhile, you laughed at Bin’s flustered appearance, genuine glee filling your entire being at the thought of Bin being a part of your fandom.

   “Of course I wouldn’t mind,” you chuckled. You motioned for Bin to stand beside you. After getting a small push from Jinwoo, Bin stood at your side, looking stiff and awkward. “Relax, I don’t bite.” You sent him another smile before taking out your phone. You held it out, smiling immediately. Practically forcing himself to loosen up, Bin smiled and held up a simple peace sign.

   You still had a smile on your face as you looked at the taken photo. You turned to Bin, holding out your phone slightly. He stared at your outstretched hand in confusion, glancing over to his group members in a silent plea for help. Laughter tumbled from your lips as you stared over at the male in adoration. “I’d like to send you the photo, but in order to do that, I need your number you know.”

   Myungjun stood with Dongmin and exclaimed loudly with pride, not even trying to be subtle in the slightest. You felt your face heat up slightly, but it didn’t amount to the flushed expression Bin wore. Wordlessly, Bin took your phone and added his number to your contacts. Handing it back to you, he watched as you gave him a contact name. “There,” you piped happily, showing him his contact.

   You didn’t think it was possible, but Bin became even more shy and red the moment his eyes landed on his given name. Before either of you could utter another word, you heard your name being called by your manager. You quickly bid the boys goodbye, smiling but a moment longer at Bin, before rushing off to where your manager stood with a grin.

   “Look at Bin,” Minhyuk laughed aloud. “He’s practically a tomato!” Bin couldn’t even retaliate because he knew it was probably true. He pursed his lips in embarrassment, hiding his cheeks in his hands.

   “What’d [Y/N] use for your contact? You looked really surprised,” Sanha asked, the look on the older male piquing his curiosity. Seeing the hesitant look on his face, Sanha elbowed him gently. “Cmon, Bin, tell us!’

   There was a slight pause. “Just my name,” Bin uttered, kicking his feet slightly. Jinwoo arched a brow, unconvinced with Bin’s lackluster response. The simple look made Bin crumble. “Fine, fine! But don’t tease me, okay?” He sharply inhaled as he braced himself for the teasing laughter, “they put a heart next to my name.”

   Needless to say, the studio was filled with the screams and laughter coming from the group.

   Dongmin had a toothy grin as he stared at the camera head on. An aura of pride surrounded him– it was obvious he was quite excited for the next group you had to introduce and interview. “This group is very close to me,” he said in a joking manner. “It’s as if they’re my own members.” You rolled your eyes, as your manager had instructed you do, giving Dongmin an incredulous look.

   “Eunwoo,” you piped, trying your hardest to appear neutral when in reality all you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cringe for years. “They are your members,” you refrained yourself from snorting at the line. Dongmin made a noise of recognition before you continued. “Recently, this group have been making fans fall hard for them,” Dongmin thanked you quietly, “with their catchy and refreshing album.”

   Dongmin took the reins, his smile never wavering as he introduced his own group. “Please welcome, Astro!” You and Dongmin clapped as the camera moved to reveal the remaining members of Astro standing together as they waved.

   You cleared your throat, “Could you tell the fans what your new album, Dream Part One, is about?”

   As Jinwoo went on to explain their new concept, with the boys occasionally making a few comments, Bin stayed quiet and merely nodded along with his leader’s words. He glanced over to you quickly, sneaking a small smile when he saw how immersed you were in the new album. When you opened your mouth to speak, he looked over at you unabashedly. “Please sing a part for us,” you requested with a small smile. Excitement bubbled inside of you. Despite having seen the boys perform the song live several times, you still couldn’t get over their honey vocals.

   Bin and Myungjun stepped ahead of the rest slightly, moving into position quickly as Bin softly sang his line. “Baby, it’s now, oh my baby. Your hidden truth, I’m curious about it.” You noticed Dongmin half-heartedly moving his hands to the choreography, but you paid no mind to it, too into the small performance.

   “Baby, at this moment, oh my baby,” Myungjun finished, shooting the camera a smile. He and Bin moved back to their original standings quickly. You clapped for them, as did Dongmin.

   “Now, fans are curious; who would you be singing Baby to?” you asked, moving to look at Dongmin as well.

   Without hesitation, the boys all spoke at the same time. “Aroha,” they chorused with a smile. You smiled slightly in adoration, making brief eye contact with Bin. You looked away, knowing if you kept staring you probably wouldn’t stop. The interview went on and laughter ensued. When it was almost time for the interview to be over, Sanha turned to you with an almost mischievous smile, the corner of his lips curling up as he glanced at Bin, who was oblivious.

   “[S/N],” he quickly said before the cameraman could stop filming. “If you don’t mind, we’re curious as to what part of Baby is your favourite. Eunwoo told us you’re a fan.” Surprised at the sudden, unscripted question you fumbled with your next words a bit. However, you knew you had to stay calm and collected as a MC, so you kept smiling.

   “I would have to say one of Moonbin’s lines, it’s after Sanha sings.” The boys simultaneously ‘oh’ed, Dongmin even swinging his arm over Bin’s shoulders. When the boys asked you to sing the line, you chuckled in amusement. You’d probably be too shy to say this on camera, much less in front of the boys themselves, but you had to admit that the boys truly did resemble hyperactive puppies (which you adored). You cleared your throat again, staring into the camera as you sang. “Who can I blame? It was me who fell for you.”

   The boys, including Dongmin, clapped for you, seemingly amazed. Bin sported a grin he didn’t have moments before, looking down shyly for but a moment before he looked up and composed himself. You laughed to yourself, shaking your head. “Anyway, Astro is performing soon, so keep watching!”

   At your cue, they started waving just like they did at the beginning of the interview. When the camera was turned off, you let your smile fall for a moment. You yawned, tired from the interviews and your own group’s schedules. “Good job today,” the members of Astro chorused. You said the same, shooting them a small smile before happily accepting the cup of juice your manager handed you.

   The boys were shooed out quickly, going off to get their makeup touched up before their stage. You were grateful that they were the last group you had to record with, because frankly you were extremely tired. You greeted staff members as you walked past them, heading to the waiting room your group shared with another – who you sure was KNK – before plopping down on a chair next to Sonha, your group’s leader.

   “Tired?” she asked, amusement obvious in her tone. You nodded, taking another sip of your juice. She stayed quiet, letting you rest your head on her shoulder as she scrolled through her phone. On the other side of you, Eunjae and Gunmin, the main dancers of M.U.R.A., talked to each other excitedly. Upon noticing your arrival, Eunjae looked to you with a curious expression.

   “How was MCing with Eunwoo? And interviewing Astro?” He asked, eyes sparkling with adoration. “Gosh, you’re so lucky! I wish I could interview Astro,” he pouted, making you laugh. Eunjae was easily your group’s cutest member, which has led to many funny moments both onscreen and off.

   “They’re all really nice,” you mumbled tiredly, “I’ll introduce you to them if I can.”

   Eunjae grinned at you, exclaiming his thanks before turning to fanboy with Gunmin, though it was sort of one-sided. Before anyone else could say more, Astro appeared on the television in front of you, dancing to their song effortlessly. You sat up straight, your fatigue no longer on your mind. You watched them perform intently, a growing smile on your face. Turning to Sonha, you tilted your head when she winked. Before you knew it, Sonha was pulling you out of your chair and dancing along to the song. You knew the choreography from watching their dance practice several times and danced with her.

   You could hear Eunjae and Gunmin cheering you on, their cheers making you dance even harder. Across the room, KNK chuckled at your antics. Seungjun and Heejun even joined you. Not long after, the song ended and the four of you sat down, huffing in exhaustion. Your past tiredness came back to you, as you fell asleep quickly on Eunjae’s shoulder.

   Bin thanked the staff members respectfully as he walked down the hall behind the stage, sweat dripping from his forehead as he moved. Behind him, the boys talked idly. When they reached their waiting room, Bin noticed he had gotten a text from Jihun. When he opened it, he nearly jumped up and down on the spot.

   Jihun had sent him a video of you and Sonha dancing along to Baby, even singing along from time to time. Bin didn’t even notice how widely he was grinning until he felt Minhyuk look at his phone over his shoulder. Only when the younger male started laughing did he look up. “What’re you watching?” Myungjun asked after swallowing a gulp of water. Bin handed over his phone, replaying the video for them.

   The boys chuckled as they watched, bursting out into laughter as Sonha stumbled and bumped into you, the two of you leaning on each other as you attempted to keep singing along to the song. Attempted being the keyword; you and Sonha being too busy focusing on not falling over.

   Taking his phone back, Bin saved the video. He quickly opened your contact, a smug grin on his face as he typed away.

   You ; now    [Y/N]~~ what a cute fan

   Bin knew that he would never be able to say those words out loud, but he felt more secure saying it over text. He awaited your response, knowing you weren’t busy with schedules after hearing you tell Dongmin earlier in the day.

   [Y/N] ❤ ; now    Huh?

   When Bin sent the video to him, all you sent back in response was a blushing emoji.

   The next day, your manager entered your room with a raised brow. “[Y/N], have you seen this?” she asked, handing you her phone. When you took it, you were surprised to see an article about you and Bin. Your eyes widened when they trailed over the title of the article. You read the title again, shocked.

   M.U.R.A.’s [Y/N] and Astro’s Moonbin Rumoured to be Dating?

   Yesterday, Astro appeared on Music Core, where fellow member Cha Eunwoo and M.U.R.A. member, [S/N], are currently MCs. Fans are speculating whether Astro member, Moonbin, and [S/N] are dating, due to Moonbin’s mannerisms during their interview, as shown in the video below. Moonbin has also acted similarly in past interactions between the two groups. His behaviour has lead to fans believing a possible relationship between the M.U.R.A. member and himself. Neither Fantagio or Woollim Entertainment have confirmed the rumors, but…

   You stopped yourself from reading, your eyebrows raised in surprise. “Fans think we’re dating because he looked at me a few times?” you asked incredulously, more to yourself than anyone. “That’s reaching just a bit, don’t you think?”

   Your manager nodded, knowing very well that you weren’t dating anyone, much less Bin. “I agree, but Jungyeop wants to see you. He’s already issued a meeting with Na Byungjun and Moonbin for tomorrow and he wants you to attend.” You nodded with a sigh, running your hand through your already tousled hair.

   The day went by quickly, with M.U.R.A. being extremely busy with a radio show recording, two photoshoots, a fanmeet, and an interview. You had practically fallen asleep the moment your head touched your soft pillow. You would’ve liked to sleep in, since M.U.R.A. didn’t have a schedule the next day, but alas you were awoken by your manager. “The meeting’s in an hour in Jungyeop’s office,” she had told you as she pulled your covers off.

   You were still half asleep when your manager had dropped you off at Woollim’s headquarters. You trudged through the hallway, willing yourself to smile at anyone you walked passed. You closed your eyes once you entered the elevator to the top floor, leaning against the far wall as you stifled a yawn. Once the elevator stopped, you headed to Jungyeop’s office, knocking against the wooden door softly.

   “Come in.”

   You entered his office, quickly noticing the presence of Bin and a man you assumed was Na Byungjun. You greeted them quietly before taking a seat beside Bin. You tried to ignore the way Bin’s gaze lingered on you for a few seconds too long, but it was obvious that both Jungyeop and Byungjun noticed. Straight to the point, Jungyeop leaned over his desk. “Moonbin, are you in any way infatuated with [Y/N]?”

   Bin was quick to deny the accusation, looking away when you looked in his direction. “No, sir.” His voice was soft, as if he was scared to raise it even just a bit higher. “I’m just a really big fan of M.U.R.A., that’s all.” You smiled down at your lap slightly.

   “And you, [Y/N],” Byungjun turned his attention to you. “Do you have feelings for Bin?”

   You shook your head, “I’m only a fan of Astro, since Sonha, Eunjae, Gunmin, and I watched To Be Continued a few years ago.” It was true, you didn’t hold any romantic feelings for Bin. But, though you’d never say it outloud, you could definitely see yourself liking him in the future. Now, however, you didn’t want to let yourself fall for him. He was, after all, still considered a rookie and you knew it could be bad for both Astro and M.U.R.A. if he was caught dating.

   Both Jungyeop and Byungjun dismissed you and Bin, instructing you to stay outside the door. Once the door shut behind you, Bin turned to you with an apologetic look. “I’m sorry about this,” he murmured, “the whole rumor started because of me.”

   You smiled over at him, “It’s okay, Bin. Some fans just assumed you and I were in a relationship, it’s nothing to beat yourself up over.” Bin hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Besides, it’s not like you actually like me. No matter what anyone else says, at the end of the day the rumors are false.”

   You stared ahead, staring at whatever view the window in front of you provided. Because of this, you didn’t notice the way Bin bit his lip as he stared down at his feet as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.

   Not long after, the door opened and both CEOs walked out. “We’re going to have you two deny the rumors in separate interviews,” Byungjun said. “We don’t want this to happen again, so keep the staring to a minimum in front of cameras, please,” he stared at Bin with a cocked brow. In return, the male nodded sheepishly. “We’ll have an interview ready for this afternoon, so until then you’re allowed to return to your respective dorms.” You bid Jungyeop goodbye before heading down to the elevator, with Bin and Byunjun following behind. The three of you entered the elevator together, the small space quiet– the only noise being the whirring of the elevator as it travelled down to the ground floor.

   Saying your goodbyes to the two, you bounded over to your manager. “All good?” she asked, pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose.

   You glanced over your shoulder at Bin, who stared back, before smiling at her. “All good.”

   Astro and Co-Ed Group M.U.R.A. Set to Collaborate for the First Time!

   Two years after Moonbin, Astro, and [S/N], M.U.R.A., were rumored to be dating – which was later confirmed as false by both companies – the two groups are said to be collaborating for a special stage on September 6th! Ever since the minor controversy, neither of the groups have interacted or been seen together once Cha Eunwoo, Astro, and [S/N] were replaced as MCs. Because of this, fans are very excited to see the collaboration.

   “M.U.R.A.’s practicing hard for the collaboration,” fellow lablemate Kim Sunggyu, Infinite, commented recently. “I can’t say much, but I can tell you it’s going to be amazing.”

   Fans and other alike are waiting patiently for September 6th.

   You panted, staring yourself down as you held your position for a second longer after the music stopped. You could hear your manager instructing for another go, only walking off to take a long drink from your water bottle. You had been practicing with Sonha, Eunjae, and Gunmin for an hour now, the moves engraved into the side of your brain.

   The four of you moved into your starting positions, bowing your head as you each posed individually. Your manager started the music, the song starting out slow before exploding into a hip hop-esque beat. Throughout the chorus, the moves got harder, faster, you stumbling a bit as you mouthed your line. Your manager noticed as she sighed. You frowned as you moved out of the way for Gunmin to sing his line.

   Many, many practices later, you weren’t making nearly as many mistakes, give or take a few. It was awkward, dancing a choreography made for ten with four people, but you all managed. “Take a break,” your manager called, handing each of you your refilled bottles. The four of you thanked her comically before collapsing on the cool ground of the practice room. “Astro will be arriving soon for the group practice, so use your break well.”

   “Yes manager,” the four of you mumbled, fatigued after hours of practice. The group began to talk idly between breaths, each of you swallowing about half of your bottles in a single go. Before long, the door to the room swung open and you were greeted with the sight of Astro in casual clothing. Each of them had a bag slung over their shoulder, looking a lot more comfortable than your group did, sprawled on the ground, damp with sweat.

   It was a bit embarrassing, being seen in such a state in front of a group you idolized, but you had seen them in a similar way many times before so you were used to it. The six of them greeted both you and the manager as they dropped their bags in a corner. Putting your water bottles to the side, M.U.R.A. stood up and stretched their limbs before moving into position. Astro followed soon after, pulling off their coats and joining you.

   Before the music could start, you made eye contact with Bin. Smiling cheekily, you simply winked at him.

   Grinning, he winked back.

//

pretty open-ended ending; you can imagine what happens next :)