#thank you sweetie for asking and speaking your curiosity!

[wutheringcaterpillar]

Hey! I’m wondering if you’d be willing to write a fic where Thomas is intending for John to marry Y/N to unite the Lees and the Shelbys like the show, but when he sees her the first time, he changes his mind on John marrying her. Instead he marries her

Warnings: smut, loss of virginity, altered storyline, Tommy’s a sweety, p in v , oral if you blink, altered storyline, name calling, slight misogyny

thank you for the request, hope you enjoy!

Tommy and John were sat awaiting your arrival, expecting you any moment now. John went on and on about how you were back in grade school, none of that really mattering to Tommy in the slightest.

The door opened, a brisk wind rolling in, pushing your hair in front of your face, your innocent vanilla scent flowing into the booth, as you flipped your hair behind your shoulder.

Tommy shifted uncomfortably at your beauty and grace. Your tone was soft, and a smile as bright as the sun, he couldn’t allow his brother to marry you, not with a face like that. 

Dropping your bag near the booth, Tommy couldn’t take his eyes off of you, helping you pick up your belongings from the floor. When you thanked the man for helping, you locked eyes with him, an immediate attraction being drawn to you from those crystal blue eyes.

“Thomas Shelby, pleasure to meet you.” When the handsome, intimidating man spoke, a thrill of attraction and desire rushed through your veins like a hurricane, time suddenly seemed to be irrelevant, along with the man you were arranged to marry.

“Y/N L/N. Likewise.” He motioned for you to sit, offering one of the many cigarettes he carried in his suit. When you declined, mentioning how you don’t smoke Tommy was stunned and intrigued. 

Everyone smoked in the garrison, it was hard to find a woman that didn’t. 

Taking your seat beside John, you straightened your back, folding your hands gracefully, fully prepared for any questions that may come your way.

John smirked, glancing down at the clear cleavage, your bra barelt holdimg in you breasts, he nodded toward Tommy to take a glance but he’d never disrespect a woman in that manner. He simply began conversation, asking where you lived, went to school, even personal things such as a family matters. He was a fair man, offering the same respect back, his voice brooding but in a good, hospitable way.

“John, do you mind if I take lovely Y/N here to the bar and make her a drink.” John hadn’t barely heard Tommy speak as he was joking around with Finn. Simply waving you both off, they chattered on, making you contemplate on whether or not John was fit to be a husband.

Tommy noticed the quizzical expression on across your face, intending to turn that frown into a smile. 

“What’s it going to be my dear? Whiskey? Gin? No, something is telling me you are a rum and coke girl?” His eyebrows raised, furrowing together in curiosity with the expectation and hopefulness that he was right. You couldn’t contain the rose petal blush paint your cheeks, glancing down in embarassment and moving a wild strand of hair behind your ear.

“How’d you know?”

“Just a lucky guess. Some say I’ve been gifted with the ability to read people. You seem like a smart girl Y/N, what type of hobbies do you indulge in, surely everyone has at least one.” Settling your purse down, you watched as he worked effortlessly behind the bar, topping off you drink with a whip cream which surprised you, most people found it odd, never having seen anyone do so yourself.

“Oh I- I enjoy reading, and occasionally shopping, a girl can never have too many clothes.” Tommy chuckled, staying behind the bar and lighting a cigarette, in that moment he knew you were too good for John. He wasn’t a saint himself but he wad far more mature and caring compared to his little, reckless brother.

“Well from my perception, you look very endearing, and well, stop me if this is too much but you’re quite beautiful Y/N, my brother’s very lucky to have you.” You waved him off, giggling like a school girl but Tommy never took his eyes off of you, entranced by your illuminating smile, and adorable laugh. There was a silence for a moment when you realized that perhaps Tommy felt the same way you were feeling. The goosebumps on your skin, the heart beat between your thighs, trying to evade the temptation, the profound want to be in bed with that ever charming smile, and angelic blue eyes, and those lips, those plump, pale lips that you wanted to kiss right there.

How was this powerful man already under your skin in such a small amount of time, was it the way he took interest in your life? The way his subtle gaze seemingly never broke away from you? Or perhaps his way of words, speaking with finesse and confidence, never once stuttering.

John approached the bar breaking the evident friction between you two. Your smile faded when he wrapped his arm behind your shoulders, pulling you in closely to his body heat.

“How’s everything love? He isn’t scaring you is he?” You shook your head no, staying quiet and biting your lip attempting to hold back from laughing when Tommy raised his eyebrows challengingly, playfully as if he wasn’t making you more comfortable than his brother. 

“Alright well, Arthur and I are going to go to a few pubs, see what kind of trouble we can get into tonight before the big night, if you know what I mean Tommy.” He winked at his older brother who didn’t seem the least bit impressed. Had he really just said that right in front of you? Reassuring you’d be alright here and be heading home in a little bit, Johnny bid you both goodbye, finishing off your rum and coke on his way out. How rude.

Scoffing, Tommy made you a new drink.

“You’ll have to allow me to apologize for my brother he can be quite- What’s the word I’m looking for? Oblivious sometimes.” A wave of relief washed over you when you were alone with Tommy once more, even the patrons in the bar clearing out for the night.

The palpable tension in the room magnetized when his charismatic eyes remained on you, the heat building beatween your legs, but you weren’t going to be the one to just come out and say it. Like Tommy always did best, he took the initiative, clearing the silence.

“Do you want to fuck me, Y/N?” He raised his eyebrows expectedly, his eyes searing into your soul as he handed you your drink, his fingers grazing over the softness of your fingers.

Stunned by his question, you couldn’t deny the electric current of desire running through your veins. Your eyes searched one another in question, the intensity of his dominance protruding you very being.

“I-I suppose I would but- I must inform you I’ve never really-“

“There’s no need to fret Y/N. I’ll go slow, I wish to spend as much time with you as I can, if you’ll have me that is.” Were you really about to do this? This wasn’t the girl that you were but Tommy was so enticing, and held a clear attraction toward you. You’ve heard many stories of Thomas Shelby, yet you found yourself following him out to the car as he held an umbrella over you, not looking back once.

As soon as the bedroom door closed his lips were on you as he hoisted you up onto the dresser. Hands caressing your bare thighs while your legs wrapped around his torso, melting into his fiery touch. He tasted of whiskey and mint, smelling of a subtle yet timberwood like scent. Your tongues collided with one another in disparity, your nightgown strap sliding down carelessly in the process. 

“You are an enchantress, my darling.” You unbuttoned his shirt, pushing yourself up as you walked one another still embraced toward the bed.

Unclasping your bra, Tommy relished in that sight of your bare, nude breasts. They were everything he had imagined, soft, rounded, delectable enough that he couldn’t waste another moment with having his lips on your enlarged nipples. Sucking the sensitive skin, lapping his tongue repeatedly as you moaned from the touch.

“Feels good Tommy. I need more. Please.” Begging already? You felt pathetic but didn’t care and neither did he when he pulled you onto the bed.

“Your wish is my command, love.” He layed you down gently on the white sheets, your hands skimming his muscular chest as he fumbled hastily to take his shirt off before diving back into your lips with a deep desire. 

His eyes never left you, drawn into the perfection of your skin, the way your nude body gleamed poetically beneath him in the dim light. 

“Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want to-“

“Yes. Yes I’m sure I don’t want to waste another minute, I need you in me Tommy.” That was all the reassurance he needed to hear. When he undid his belt and tugged his pants down his member popped up, perky and ready. He was long, and rather wide, partially shaven, but that didn’t matter to you. Tommy could see the nervous worry in your eyes when they landed on his cock, but he needed you to understand he wasn’t one to rush such a big, personal decision.

Laying his hand caringly on your cheek, he looked into your eyes, demanding your attention so you knew he wasn’t kidding.

“I know it may seem a bit frightening but I assure you, we go at your pace. If you want me to stop tell me, okay?” You nodded, and then again when he motioned toward your white laced panties. When he slid them down your legs, you turned your head in embarrassment, always holding a tremendous insecurity for your appearance downstairs. Tommy on the other was blown away at the sight of your untouched pussy. 

“May I?” You nodded for him to continue, fully trusting him. His tongue glided between your wet lips, devouring your sweet rose, taking you by surprise and shedding the insecurity from your skin. “You have nothing to be ashamed of love. It’s perfect, and tastes exquisite.” You blushed as he continued to eat you, waiting for your nectar to slowly seep out, for him to start prepping you. When his finger entered you there was a slight discomfort, you’d never gone down there yourself but Tommy took his time and focused on your body language. After a few moments he entered a second finger, your tight walls surrounding his digits, coating them with your slick. There was a slight pleasurable feeling from feeling so full. He fingered you for a few minutes until he deemed you ready.

“Are you ready love?” You nodded that i was okay, and he kissed you once more reassuringly. He was slow upon entering, his cock aligned with your gaping, eager hole, the head resting there for a few seconds so you were aware of what was to come. He slowly pushed his head in, protruding your virgin walls, inch by inch. He stopped halfway in when you winced in pain, wanting to give you time to adjust.

“Focus on my voice. The pain will dissipate soon, tell me when you want me to go further.” After a few seconds, you relaxed your muscles, nodding for him to continue. When he was all the way in there was a sharp shot of pain from being stretched from his cock and your cherry now being popped.

Your eye fluttered close as he slowly pumped in and out of you tenderly, taking his time until you were comfortable for him to fasten his pace. The pain slowly subsiding as your inner walls calmed. 

“Faster.” When you spoke it was but a whisper, Tommy understood. His shaft fucked into you quickly, the head of his cock slamming into your cervix with each thrust.

“Fuck Tommy! More… Oh fuck.” Your boobs jiggled with each powerful thrust, but you needed to be closer somehow. Sitting up and you straddled his lap never breaking from the bonding of his cock.

Your hands grazed over the muscular tone of his back, wanting, needing to be closer to him. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his lips curling over the wamrth of your bare skin, tongue twirling as he kissed you with profound passion. You continued to ride his cock, hips rotating and grinding, until an unexplainable, euphoric feeling began to build in your pussy. 

Tommy knew what was coming and held you close to him, wanting you to know he was right there, riding your orgasm out with you. Holding you caringly and rubbing soothing circles into your back as you crumbled and came undone with one another. After a moment, you lifted your head in a fucked out melody, running your thumb down his bottom lip and staring into his sapphire eyes. In that moment Tommy didn’t know what came over him, but he knew what had to be said. He couldn’t let you go.

“Marry me.” 

“What?” You were stunned by his statement but stayed folded against him lazily, your knees to weak to move from out of his lap.

“What about John?”

“He’ll understand. He will, but who would I be as a man be to fuck you and let a pretty girl like you fall from my hands. I can be a good husband if you give me the chance.” As your breathing slowed down, Tommy’s seed flowed from your deflowered pussy, wetting his thigh making you laugh and apologize before giving him answer but it didn’t take you long to think.

“I will marry you, I just ask we let John down gently. I don’t want to be the cause of his pain.” At that moment the door flew open, Tommy was quick to pick the comforter up from the floor and shield your nude body. He was ready to start yelling until he recognized the man standing in the door to be his brother.

“What the fuck is going on here? That’s my fucking wife to be!” John went to rip the blanket from you in a furious rage but Tommy was faster, standing up and pushing his brother back out into the hallway, nothing but a sheet around his waist hiding his cock. John could be heard screaming obscenities, mostly pointed at you as Tommy pushed him into another room.

“She’s a fucking whore! A disgusting tramp who knows no fucking boundaries! And you! You fucked my girl Tommy! You can’t just steal my bride to be. How fucked is that! No- How fucked is it that the people closest to you are the ones who take the knife and twist in your fucking back!” Tommy pulled open a drawer, lighting a cigarette and remaining calm as John continued to yell at him.

“You can have the fucking cunt! Go ahead, see what I care!” 

“She wasn’t right for you Johnny. Not with a face like that. Don’t take it personal eh? You’ll marry someone else instead. Besides knowing you as well as I do, you’ll be on to the next one in no time won’t you Johnny boy?” John rolled his eyes, scrunching his nose and closing his fists in anger before he punched a hole in the drywall. Tommy merely stood by the window, not feeling the least bit sorry as he knew his brother and he knew him well. Within a week he’d be passed it, forgotten about you and the betrayal of your short lived relationship. The only thing on Tommy’s mind was returning to you, surely John’s words had upset you immensely.

~

When the big day finally arrived, it was like a scene out of the movies. The reception was held in the backyard, the aisle covered in pebbles, white rose flowered bushes running down the perimeter of the wooden benches, the sun setting poetically behind the silver laced altar. 

Friends and families gathered round, coming together for your day since Tommy may or may not have threatened some to be there for you, but he wasn’t going to tell you that. Now here you were seated with Ada while she was finishing up your makeup, and hair. 

“What do you suppose the boys are doing right now?” Ada chuckled, whimsically, looking at her work in the mirror, trying to lighten the nerves you were feeling, but that question alone seemed to make you more anxious.

“Getting a long I hope. I do feel sorry for John, I just hope he can forgive us. We didn’t mean to hurt him.” Ada remained friendly, never entering the crossfire of her brother unless absolutely necessary. She could only give you advice, and be there as not a friend but a sister should.

~

Tommy was suited in his formal attire, looking out all the people chatting near the garden when there was a knock at the door.

“Come in.” John entered the room, a delicate expression running over his face, showing he wasn’t here to cause any harm. Tommy nodded toward the desk, sitting in his seat and pouring his brother a glass of whiskey. 

“You probably need this more than me.” John chuckled sincerely, not knowing how to start this conversation. Tommy could tell he was uncomfortable, a look of guilt just barely visible in his eyes. Shaking his head, he joined his hands together, motioning toward the ring the bearer still had to come and retreive.

Upon opening the velvet box, John was in shock, the dazzling rock shimmering in the sunlight. The ring itself had to of been far more than John’s own personal cut from the company, which told him Tommy must have taken the time to close deals and make investments. In that moment he understood Tommy cared for you more than he ever did, he would have never spent that amount of money on you, or anyone for that matter. 

“She likes diamonds you know?” John shook his head indeed not knowing that small fact about you because he never took the time. He never had any interest or care to ask, to really get to know you. Closing the box, he frowned, reminiscing back to the fight just last week he had with you both. He was ashamed, and knew he could have handled it better.

“I came to apologize Tom. I acted immaturely and I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those terrible things. You guys look happy, she chose the right man.” Tommy chuckled, lighting a cigarette and tossing one to John.

“All is forgiven brother but I’m not the one that requires an apology. You can be a good man John, I believe that I do. But with the right woman.” Tommy left it at that, believing in his brother that he would speak with you before the wedding was to begin. John nodded understandingly, knowing Tommy was right, leaving no room for him to argue. All this hatred, anger, where were these emotions getting him? No where.

Glancing down at his watch, he bid Tommy goodbye, making his way to your dressing room. 

-

A knock at the door startled you as you were putting on your heels, worried it was Tommy you sent Ada to the door. “Who is it?”

“It’s John.” Ada turned to face you for answer. When you nodded she opened the door and excused herself from the room.

“Wow.” John was impressed with the workings of Ada, you looked truly breath taking, nothing he’s ever seen before in a woman. Smiling sweetly, you motioned for him to sit.

He twiddled his thumbs, nervously searching for the right words, but he didn’t really know where to start, so he went with the first thought in his mind.

“I’m sorry. I was out of my fucking head speaking about you like that. My brother, he’s a good man, the better man. Besides we never really had a connection did we?” You shook your head no in agreement, thankful John came to apologize, but you also shared your feelings of how you and Tommy should have just sat down with him before anything happened. He accepted your apology, but noticed you were due outside in five minutes. Bidding you farewell, he wished you luck and told you, you’d make a great wife and Tommy is lucky to have you, he needed you.

Ada knocked on the door, informing you it was time. Taking a deep breath you met your father at the patio door, a mixture of happiness and excitement protruding your ever bone.

Family and friends stood up, your mother crying from how beautiful and elegant you appeared. When you reached the alter, a singular tear swam down Tommy’s cheek as he smiled widely when he removed your vail. You were stunning, breathtaking, everything he’s ever dreamed about. John stood by his side as a groomsmen, happy to finally see his older brother smile for once. As the vows were exchanged. The ring beamed with an exquisite beauty, your eyes brimming with tears when Tommy placed the expensive jewelry on your finger, claiming you as his wife. 

“Tommy it’s beautiful.” You were hoping and praying your makeup wasn’t running down your cheeks. As vows were exchanged, the man motioned that it was time to kiss the bride. Tommy rested his hands on your cheeks, time stopping when he placed his lips on yours as the man announced you to be Mrs. Tommy Shelby.

[evilminji]

Okay, But, >.> Listen...

So MAYBE, just MAYBE, I am an incureable RoFan Isekai nerd. Shut up about it, maybe. What're you a cop? Mind your business. BUT! And hear me out...

W...What would actually? HAPPEN if Danny went into a Visual Novel? Some Otome game? You know, aside from being vague flustered by and then DEEPLY ALARMED by these walking Red Flag Fruitloops that girls are supposed to find "dreamy" or something?

Like we know how MMOs work for him. And probably OTHER open world games? But a visual novel? Would it be like the Christmas Episode? Would he hear narration? Be stuck in static "scenes"? Or would it be like a cut together "only the interesting parts" movie that he's somehow IN?

Like?? At SOME point his curiosity is gonna get the best of him. He's gonna want to know what different video games are LIKE on the inside? What's Pong like? Tetris? Mario? One of those Mama's cooking games? Etc etc.

He probably hits up a game sale. Buys a box or two. Figures he can always resell um or just give them away for free. Might even use them for parts. Who knows. And?

It's kinda cool!

It's even SCIENCE! See? Tucker's in charge of notes. Sam's in charge of hilarious commentary and pizza. Jazz is keeping them from drinking and doing ghost shit (terrible combination, we never speak of What Happened(tm) again). And the Dr's. Fenton got distracted by making fudge and debating what games should be counted towards which categories.

They've made an afternoon of it.

And NOW? They've reached the bottom of box one. It was "Survive The Villainess! My Rose for You!" Or... judging by Sam's climbing eyebrows and growing scowl? A DEEPLY unpleasant porn game about school girls.

You could not PAY him enough.

Yeah, he DOES realistically kinda want to know what happens.. if.. like? You know... sexy games... like would he? Or does he just WATCH or...? *awkward cough* But! That's NOT for Family Science Night! And DEFINITELY not THAT game, THANKS.

He'll find himself an ETHICALLY SOURCED smutty game full of consensual boning. For PRIVATE TIME. Those test results are gonna show up like MAGIC and we WILL NOT be talking about them! Got it? Good.

Now what the fuck is he look at here?

Jazz is surprisingly knowledgeable. They are not allowed to ask. They respect it. The main character "wakes up" inside the body of a "villainess" and must survive. Turn her terrible reputation around. Avoid "death flags". Preferably romance one of the hot guys?

Uuuuuuuh... you realize Danny's in a committed relationship, right?

Sam and Turker allow it. But they reserve the right to blast his taste in Fantasy Guy's. Chose carefully, for their roasting shall be BRUTAL. Luuuuuv yoooou~♡

He wants a divorce. They're not even MARRIED and he wants a divorce. You see how they mock him, Jazz? The cruelty he suffers? He's taking the Blobs and moving to Frightknight's. They always warned him about you living folks and your fast ways, but he didn't listen! *continued dramatics* *is smacked with a pillow*

But actually going IN? The weirdly, vaguely European over the top EVERYTHING? Giant jewels and ridiculous, fancy dresses? The walking red flag Romantic Archtype Leads? He wants to PUNCH half these guys! This is ABUSE! Are people OKAY!?

Like? I feel like he'd stay way, WAY longer then he needed too? Just out of morbid curiosity? W-where is this plot GOING? It's so dramatic. Why is my dress MORE dramatic now? Why is everything so... Sparkly.

It would be? AMAZING and baffling and I would pay real money to hear their live commentary. "Why not simply judo flip the crown prince off the balcony, then take over the country, sweetie?" "Solid plan, honey! He deserves it!" Beautiful. Flawless. Sage advice really. Too bad Danny can barely walk in his five million bows dress.

It's the BEST Au and I might be a genius. Or deeply sleep deprived. Meh. We'll 50/50 it, six of one, half a dozen of another.

@hdgnj @ailithnight @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter

[sleepytwilight]

It's me again! I'll be your daily requestor here, sending asks for only twice a week so you can rest. I highly appreciate the Guitarist!MC headcanons, thank you!

So here's my second one. Hopefully, you'll be okay of writing it. How about the ArTw men with a MC who calls them "mahal"? "Mahal" means "love" in Filipino (because I am Filipino myself) and I want to see their reactions. That's all, thanks again!

Lmao I am Malay and for me 'Mahal' mean expensive xD. We're calling the boys love and expensive.

𝔸𝕣𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕦𝕤

He doesn't understand why you called him mahal. It feels like a positive vibe so he don't mind it.

Then Vega told him what 'Mahal' means. Oh poor our orange boy, he didn't expected it from you and was very flustered!

He will calls you 예뻐요 (yeppeoyo) which mean cute <3 (correct me if I'm wrong-)

𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕒

Spica is too smart for this world, he figured out you speak one of the mid eartheim language and immediately studied it.

When he found out, he was a bit flustered but doesn't mind it. He actually likes it a lot.

If you call him Mahal, he'll call you Maganda. (which mean beautiful/pretty[also correct me if I'm wrong])

ℙ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕦𝕩

Ngl, he thought you're making fun of him until you come clean and told him what's the meaning of mahal.

Boy became red as roses and his soul left his body.

He got embarrassed everytime he remembers you called him that and he was completely oblivious.

Just saying he'll call you sweetie, it doesn't sound like him but he looks so adorable saying it.

𝔸𝕝𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕫

He doesn't really mind for it and just thought it was mid eartheim thing. Then later he realized only you call him 'mahal'.

Curiosity got best of him, he asked Vega what does it mean since Vega is from mid eartheim.

Boy, he didn't sleep for a whole week.

Since then he started to cling to you and call you love too <3

𝕊𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕦𝕤

He really doesn't know what it mean but he still tease you about it and pretended to understand.

He had to asked Vega what does it mean, Vega lied and told him Mahal means expensive. Technically it's not a lie but Vega just want to mess with Sirius.

At least for Sirius who misunderstood, he learned bahasa melayu and he calls you 'sayang' which mean love/sweetie/darling.

At the end, he finally found out you were calling him 'love' this whole time. He honestly should've see it coming, he's happy that you call him that.

𝕍𝕖𝕘𝕒

He's your childhood friend, of course he'll know what does it mean.

He got the 3 stage of love, denial, acceptance and loving you. He's really happy.

Whenever you call him Mahal, his cheeks turn red as peach fruit. He couldn't help but smiles when you call him that.

You and him are so adorable istg-

[arminsumi]

hi sweetie!! how are you? I just wanted to asking if you please write a ¡famous! Armin x reader. You can decide if they already dating or not, as you wish angel. Your stories are spectacular🫶🏻🥹 ilysm<33

you're too sweet aaa 😭💕ty!! i'm good hope u take care too

˗ˏˋ꒰ ⭐ ꒱ STARBOY

░ 🐬 famous!Armin x gn!reader ♪

Your date stood you up at the club, but guess whose bright eyes found you instead?

⚠️Cws; alcohol, partying/clubbing

The flashing lights overhead blinded you as you wove your way through the wild crowd with your best girl. She had been nagging you to come to this club for months, because she desperately wanted for you to meet this somebody that she knew in high school.

"You're gonna love him!" she enthused, sinking another shot. "Always playing cupid, huh?" you sighed in reply, and turned away.

After sinking two vividly-colored cocktails, your friend frowned at her phone. "What's the matter?" you asked. "He said he can't come. Son of a bitch just stood us up like this... and I even – ugh! Never fuckin' mind! Order me another! I'm going to the bathroom, 'be back in a bit." she said, speaking very quickly and heatedly.

She vanished in the sea of faces, the sequins of her dress were outshone by the beaming strobe lights. You squinted greatly again. A young blond took a seat at the bar, but you were too busy updating your group chat on the night.

When you looked up and ordered a margarita for your friend, you must have radiated all your feelings like a furnace; because the blond next to you said something like; "So sour faced, is this not your scene?"

"I'm not – I – I..." you began normally, but when you looked at him, your mind froze and went blank. Empty. Nothing in there, just like the cocktail glass that the bartender swooped up to refill.

That's your favorite silver screen boy. That's Armin Arlert.

God you were nervous. So fucking nervous. You felt your heartbeat in your fingertips.

How could you not have caught that voice immediately? He had such a specific accent; sultry, British, verging on cheeky but still sweet as syrup. His doe blue eyes balanced out that cheekiness. And his hair and style? God damn. The man quite literally had the looks to kill. And just about anyone would surrender to his flirting immediately, like you did – what the hell was happening, you wondered when you responded.

"I got stood up." you told him. "What!" he frowned, "Ah, that's shit, I'm sorry... er, well, mind having drinks with me? My friends are late... 'reckon I'll probably get stood up, too." he laughed. Your heart panged.

Wow, that laugh. That's the laugh that you heard in countless films and interviews. The one that makes you weak in the knees when it's coming through your earphones or phone speaker.

But the effect his voice had on you when it was right next to you, that was indescribable.

"Sure, 'don't mind at all." you replied coolly.

When the margarita was served up, you were so enraptured with Armin's company that you forgot who you ordered it for. By the time your friend came back, you had taken to the dance floor with the starboy.

The heat rose up your body as it moved under the influence of music, alcohol and Armin's subtle flirting. He was so smooth with it, the only way you kept up was because of intoxication boosting your wit and confidence.

No wonder he's a star, you thought as you talked to him more. He has that unidentifiable charm, a magnetism about him that reels your curiosity in like a good film. And god he knew flattery so well. Flirting was a skill he had clearly mastered.

"I've gotta thank you." he spoke into your ear, you felt both the music and your heartbeat thumping in your body. "One, for blessing my eyes tonight. They were sore from searching the crowd." Armin joked. You laughed, utterly enchanted by him. "And also, because, see, I usually end up lonely in the club; even when my friends don't stand my up, haha. Shit gets lonely either way."

A lonely star. Of course, you thought, that's so fitting to him.

"Experiencing loneliness in a crowd." you murmured back, "I get that..." you only vaguely got it, really, but did it matter? All you needed to understand was the general idea, what was more important was that he was openly appreciating your company.

And you were no more than a charming stranger to him.

He excused himself to the bathroom. Your friend was sat at the bar gawking, expecting an explanation from you – she pointed at Armin's vanishing physique in the crowd.

"I... I come back from the bathroom and see you on the dance floor, all wrapped up in the arms of Armin fucking Arlert? Insanity! I love you, I love this – 'nother Margarita please darlin'! – HE WHAT! No way he fucking asked for your number! Don't pull my leg – HE SAID WHAT? Oh, Y/n, go fuckin' get him, snatch him right up. I'll be cheering from here."

You really didn't need to put effort into 'snatching him up' because Armin had his sights set on you for the whole night. Sure, you kindly introduced him to your friend, and his friends arrived unexpectedly; but he was glued to you like he was hungered for a new acquaintance.

"When are you free next weekend?" you asked him boldly. He leaned closer to you, showing you his ear, "Huh?" he asked, so you repeated your question louder over the club noise and music, eyeing out his feather earring. "I'm free any time you are." he winked. He – wait, he what?

[jannahime]

The Tokitas Part 2

Ohma x OC|Ohma Tokita X OC|

Synopsis: Satomi and Ohma find out about Kotaro's health problem through Dr Hanafusa's check up.

Word Count: 1,761

The next few days Ohma and Satomi were becoming used to being new parents. Ohma had to stay home today with the triplets seeing as Satomi would take Kotaro to Dr. Hanafusa to get a check up.

“Miss Ishikawa-”

“It's Mrs Tokita now…..I'm married to Ohma remember?” Replied Satomi with a thin smile.

“Oh that's right! Mrs. Tokita! What can I do for you today? Oh? And who is this little one?” Asked Dr Hanafusa with curiosity.

Kotaro clung tightly to Satomi's leg. She pats Kotaro's head gently. “It's okay sweetie…..this is a new member of mine and Ohma’s family, this is our son Kotaro Tokita. I wanted to ask if you could give him a check up and look at his eye and throat. His biological father mistreated him badly.” Spoke Satomi in a serious tone as she continued to pat Kotaro’s head lightly.

“Ah yes! The child prodigy that Mr Katahara rescued from the Kure Clan. Of course I will take a look at him.” Replied Dr Hanafusa with that creepy smile of his that always confused and creeped out everyone.

Kotaro began to tremble in fear. Satomi looked down at Kotaro and hugged him tightly. “It's okay…..don't be scared. I won't leave you and neither will Ohma. It's okay to be scared but you're also a brave boy right?” Satomi spoke to her adoptive son sweetly.

Kotaro nodded his head and he takes her hand and the two walked in the check up room with Doctor Hanafusa.

Dr Hanafusa took ex-rays of Kotaro's head and neck and then a cat scan. “Oh dear……this is not good.” Spoke Dr. Hanafusa with a serious tone.

“What is it Dr!” Spoke Satomi a little concerned.

“Well the good news is his eyes will heal up just fine but the damage on his vocal cords on his throat is far from recovery. The damage is done. He won't be able to speak anymore. Mr Katahara had said that the boy's biological father had hit him on the throat when he was still a newborn…….right?” asked Doctor Hanafusa.

Satomi nodded her head. “Kotaro's vocal cords are damaged severely. It could lead to some serious malignant growths. His vocal cords have to be removed.” Replied Dr. Hanafusa in such a serious tone.

“But Doctor! Can't you do something….anything that can help save his vocal cords. You helped save Ohma and Mokichi Robinson from vegetative states and near death…..if there is only a little glimmer of hope for this boy…the little one has had a rough life….. surely there must be something that can be done?” Spoke Satomi with hope in her heart.

“The thing is…..there is another way but it's dangerous surgery….and it could cost him his life…….that's why I didn't want to bring it up.” Spoke Dr Hanafusa with a grim look.

Satomi nods her head in understanding. Kotaro continues to hug Satomi's leg tightly. Satomi carries him in her arms and she bows to Dr. Hanafusa respectfully and thanks him for his time. She then walks out with teb prescription for medicine for Kotaro.

“I would recommend that you and your husband talk about considering removing Kotaro's vocal cords. It's for the better for him and his health.” Replied Dr. Hanafusa respectfully.

Satomi nodded her head slightly as she took Kotaro back home. “So…..how did it go?” Spoke Ohma calmly as he was busy feeding Gerber to the triplets.

“Not good I'm afraid. Kotaro sweetie ….why don't you go play outside while Ohma and I talk….okay….don't stray to far from the house.” Spoke Satomi with a sweet tone.

Kotaro nodded his head and went to look around the cottage. “Well? What happened?” Spoke Ohma quietly as he caressed her cheek.

“Oh Ohma….. it's not good news……. His vocal cords are permanently damaged and ………they need to be taken out ……and when I asked if there was some way Kotaro could get his voice back he said no and that he wouldn't recommend the surgery of recovering his vocal cords…..he won't survive it.” Satomi begins to cry a bit and Ohma wipes her tears with his thumb.

“I know you want him to have his voice back and I know you want him to live his life but don't you think it's also his decision to decide what he wants I'm pretty sure he heard what the doctor said too he's a smart boy for a 9-year-old that is, why don't we ask him what he wants and then what he decides you and I as his foster parents will make it happen…..but if you think we should make the decision for him then what do you want to do….did the shady doctor say anything else about the boy’s vocal cords?” Spoke Ohma in a soft gruff.

“Doctor Hanafusa also said if Kotaro doesn't get his vocal cords removed some malignant masses could grow in his throat and could possibly leave him to be terminally ill like cancer and stuff and he could die.” Satomi's voice cracked as she explained everything to Ohma.

“Well then……that is quite a pickle that all of us are in. I think it's best and you know as well as I do to remove his vocal cords. We should talk to him about it and see what he thinks.” Replied Ohma with a heavy sigh. Satomi only nodded her head slightly.

“I'll put the triplets to sleep…….call Kotaro back inside so the three of us can talk.” Spoke Satomi sadly as she took the triplets upstairs to their nursery to put them to sleep.

Ohma only nods his head. He steps out the door and calls for Kotaro. “Kotaro? Kotaro? Hey? Where are you?” Yelled Ohma as he looked around for Kotaro.

He soon heard the a loud growl coming from behind the cottage and he sees Kotaro climbing up a tree escaping a big bear.

“SHIT! KOTARO! HANG ON!” Bellowed Ohma at the top of his lungs as he dashed towards the huge bear.

“I WARNED YOU I WOULD MAKE YOU INTO A RUG IF YOU CAME INTO MY PROPERTY STUPID BEAR!” Bellowed Ohma with fury as he punched the bear in the face.

Kotaro couldn't believe how strong his foster father Ohma is and how cool he looked fighting the bear. Ohma fought the bear as if it were one of his opponents. Ohma's protective fatherly instincts kicked in as he gave no mercy to the bear.

With one final kick to its rib cage the bear fell to the ground dead. Ohma panted heavily in rage, but he soon calmed down. He held his arms out at the tree.

“It's okay Kotaro….you can come down now. I'll catch you okay?” Replied Ohma as he assured Kotaro that everything is okay. Kotaro jumped down and hugged Ohma's leg tightly while crying quietly.

Ohma just sighs and carries Kotaro back to the house. “Are the two of you alright!?” Yelled Satomi from upstairs.

“Yes babe we're fine…..don't worry…. we're coming inside.” Replied Ohma firmly as he took Kotaro inside.

Satomi checked on both of them and when she saw that they were really okay she breathed a sigh of relief.

“I'll get rid of the bear corpse later…..for now….Kotaro…..we need to talk to you.” Spoke Ohma as he cleared his voice.

Kotaro only nodded his head. Satomi, Ohma, and Kotaro sat at the kitchen table being serious. “Kotaro…..you know why the doctor said about removing your vocal cords right?” Spoke Ohma calmly.

Kotaro nodded his head. Kotaro hugs Satomi tightly. He then looks up at Satomi and nods his head. As if telling her to let the doctor take his vocal cords out.

Satomi looks at Ohma and Ohma gives her a soft look and nods his head. “Alright…….I'll get in contact with Dr. Hanafusa.” Sighs Satomi quietly.

“Go upstairs to bed Kotaro. Don't forget to brush your teeth.” Replied Ohma calmly.

Kotaro and the triplets were soon fast asleep. In the master bedroom Satomi was getting ready for bed as she brushed her hair and looked at herself in the mirror. Ohma comes out of the bathroom freshly bathed, his muscular body soaked wet while wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

He sighs heavily and he walks towards her as he cupped her chin to tilt her head up so she can look at him.

He caresses her cheek with his thumb and then he kisses her red plump lips. “Mm…..” Satomi moans softly.

“What's going on in that pretty mind of yours.” Replied Ohma in a low husky tone.

“Ohma………it’s just……….” She pauses for a very long moment.

“I know……I understand……but this is the best we can do for him……. don't beat yourself up for it……it's neither of our faults…….we didn't know how bad his life was before we adopted him……don't let him see you sad…..otherwise he’ll feel guilty.” Spoke Ohma softly as he caressed her cheek.

Satomi only nods her head slightly. A few minutes later they're in bed laying down trying to sleep. A week later Kotaro gets his surgery done. They begin to prepare him for surgery.

Kotaro holds Satomi's hand tightly. “It's okay Kotaro…..I'll be able to go in with you and hold your hand throughout the whole surgery. I promise…..you won't feel a thing…..I'll be right here….okay?” She replied as strongly as she could to him.

Kotaro nods his head. A few hours pass by and Ohma is outside in the waiting room waiting with Kazuo Yamashita and Kaede. Kazuo took care of the triplets While Ohma and Kaede talked.

“You mean…….You don't know exactly why Mr Katahara brought the boy to you?” Asked Kaede with a shocked look on her face.

“Yeah …….my guess is that old man sees something in the boy that this shady doctor keeps calling him a prodigy…….however the old man doesn't want the boy to lose his marbles like Raian…..so he basically convinced Omi and I to adopt the boy. He's my son now.” Replied Ohma in a quiet tone.

“I see.” Replied Kaede, a bit worried for the boy as well.

A few more hours later Dr Hanafusa comes to the waiting room to let everyone know how Kotaro was doing..

“His surgery went well and was successful.” Spoke Dr Hanafusa with that creepy smile of his.

Ohma gave a sigh of relief.

To be continued.......

[darkkissx]

Run fast, Dear.

🗡️♠️james p. march x fem!reader

warnings; death, murder, gore.

Now playing; 2007 - you love her

The cold October night’s breeze hit your back, forcing goosebumps along your skin. Halloween was right around the corner, offering scary vibes to flow through the air.

You stared at the doors of the Hotel Cortez, debating on going in or finding somewhere cheaper. You decided to walk in, feeling fatigue flush over you. You walked in, unsuspecting of the fate that awaited you behind the doors of room 64.

You walked up to the desk, where a woman with eyeshadow and unique eyeliner coated her eyes. “Hi.” You spoke with a warm smile, gazing upon the woman.

“Hello, sweetheart. What can I do for you?” She replied softly, with a smile. You were unlike all the others who walked through the doors of the hotel. Their was an odd, innocent, childish energy to you. It almost made Liz feel bad for the fate of you.

“How much for one night?” You asked kindly, pulling out a bit of cash, before reading the sign that said 50$ a night. Liz noticed you reading the sign, and put it down so you could no longer read it.

“30$.” She said, smiling at you gently. Your eyebrows knitted together. “Are you sure?” You asked, the ghost of a smile painting your lips. The woman nodded with a smile, as you handed her 35$.

“That’s all I have. You can keep the change.” You offered with a warm smile, as she handed you a room key.

“Room 64, sweetie.” She spoke, an apologetic expression melting into her features. She was required to give you said room, since James had called dibs on the next person to walk through the doors; and everybody at the hotel knows; James is always watching, and he’ll figure anything out without being told. You nodded slowly, raising a brow at her apologetic expression curiously.

“Thank you.” You shook it off with a bright smile, waving her off before walking down the hall; on a journey to room 64.

The hotel was eerily quiet, giving you the creeps. Not to mention the hotel reeked of bleach, and a metallic smell that you couldn’t quite place a finger on. You shrugged it off, feeling yourself becoming more tired with each passing second; before you found room 64. You smiled with a small sigh, unlocking the door and walking in, making sure to close it and lock it behind you.

A wave of loneliness washed over you as you stepped into the room, and you frowned but got into the bed lazily anyways. You felt yourself start to drift into a well needed sleep, before a loud voice echoed around the room; forcing you wide awake. “Hello, dear.” A man with an old timely accent forced you out of bed, he stood, white knuckling a cane in his right hand as he gazed at you. Red flags swirled in your head, urging you to run out of the hotel and never come back. To save yourself. But you froze in fear, unable to get your legs to move. “I mean not to frighten you.” The man spoke, his voice soothing; like velvet.

You opened your mouth to speak, but your vocal cords failed you; forcing you to close your mouth once more. You stood idly, eyeing him intently; watching his every move. “What’s your name, dear?”

“Y-Y/n..” You stuttered out pathetically, eyeing him suspiciously. “Wh-Who are you?”

“The name is James March, owner and creator of this very hotel.” His voice smooth like butter, but their was a proud undertone in it. His eyes glistened with cruelty and amusement as you stuttered.

“Wh-what are you doing in here?” You asked, brows knitted together in curiosity.

“Well, you’re in my office, darling.” He smirked, his expression predatory; as if you were his prey. “And rarely any person who steps in here leaves. In once piece, at least.” His eyes widened crazily, his sinister smirk staying on his face.

Your eyes widened as well, fear crawling up your back and making place in your eyes. “W-“ you shook your head, as it had become fogged with questions. “What do you mean?”

“I’ll give you a head start, since you’ve been so kind to my workers.” He smirked devilishly, before opening his cane and revealing a sharp, dagger-like weapon. “Run fast, dear.” He spoke threateningly, watching in amusement as you scrambled to the hotel door, swinging it open in a pathetic attempt to scurry away from the man.

You ran out of the room, running quickly down the hallway and turning your head around to see if he had followed you out; before you ran into a hard chest; falling onto the ground. You gazed up, tears wetting your lash line as you saw James. Your eyes widened and you looked back to the room, wondering how he had gotten in front of you. Your head spun with questions, as the man raised his dagger into the air. He smiled threateningly, as he brought his hands down, slamming his weapon into your chest. A sickening sound rang through the air, as the blade tore through your flesh. You gasped, eyes widened and frantic as you gazed upon the wound. A muffled whimper of pain sang through the hall as you attempted to crawl away. Your efforts were useless, as the man angrily grabbed your ankle; forcing him towards you.

“Please!” You breathed out, struggling against his grip as he flipped you around. He raised his arms once more, sending a wink your way as he slammed his arms down again. The blade lodged into your lungs, piercing the artery and forcing blood to flow through it. You choked on your breaths, coughing up blood as you sobbed. He stabbed your helpless body around 5 times more, in a feeble attempt at forcing you to death faster. You stared at him, unable to move and barely breathing as you clung onto life defenselessly.

You locked eyes with the man, as the shine in your eyes slowly faded away. He held an unreadable expression. If he hadn’t been trying to kill you; you might’ve thought he felt sorry for you. You took your last, strangled breath, before your bloody hands stopped fighting against him and fell limply to your sides.

“Welcome to The Hotel Cortez.”

[imhereforscm]

I love love the friendship and ships between the Gods! Like you said, even if MC isn't present all the time, we still get to see the relationship between the Gods and honestly I enjoy it a lot ❤️❤️. We can see that despite the fights and arguments, they all truly care for each other and will help if needed. I also enjoy it when we get to see MC and the Gods just hanging around together, like MC teaching them the human ways ✨️✨️✨️✨️

I also love how the Gods have human characteristics; they're not perfect and have their own interests ✨️✨️✨️. Just like you said, the characters have depth and I always love reading stories where they all are just chilling and experiencing human life 😂

Speaking of ships, tbh I kept it somewhat a secret cause I didn't want to get more hate. I didn't want to be annoying about it either, so I kinda kept quiet. But anyway, I do enjoy many ships (leokarno, zygscorpio, scorpiodui, zygkarno, etc) and brotp too! For me, I enjoy their relationships, be it platonic or romantic 😂✨️

Omg look at me rambling again haha 😂, sorry for the bother and I hope you have a wonderful day ❤️

Sorry for the late reply, sweetie!! Your ask just kind of dived into the depths of my inbox and I just found it🤭😅

I could scream about my love for this game for DAYS!!

There are times when there are parts in the plot that I'd prefer them done differently, but the characters are so well written and developed, that even if the summary was: "They woke up. They went for a walk. They fell asleep." It would still be interesting, because it's them!✨❤️

Like- each god has his own personality and way of doing and thinking things as well as expressing himself, therefore everything is interesting. Even the simplest plot is lovely to observe, because we get to see them reacting and not being a bunch of sexy bunching bags to the plot.

One god might wake up and whine that it's morning.

One might wake up and skip to the kitchen singing and dancing happily to the sound of the birds.

One might wake up on the floor and wonder how he got here.

One might not wake up at all, until someone comes to collect him.

One might walk around with another god.

One might walk around thinking.

One might make little hops in his steps.

One might walk slowly.

The other quickly.

Someone will smell the flowers and someone else will look at the clouds.

I love our zodiac gods so much!! They're all so interesting and lovely. They all have their flaws, but they overcome them as best as they can and set an inspiring and hopeful example for us watching them and falling in love with them.

Personally, I have three gods I kin. (Huedhaut, Zyglavis and Krioff), a husband (Scorpio), a comfort character (Scorpio again lol), a child (Dui), a brother (Krioff), a bestie (Partheno) and all that is thanks to the attention that's been put in those characters and the care they've been carved with.

They have this curiosity about them towards human things, even if some of them refuse to admit it and it's so cute.😊💖💖💖

Also, I TOTALLY agree with you on the ships!!! Every single one you've listed is

✨PERFECT✨

✨AMAZING✨

✨IMMACULATE✨

✨BRILLIANT✨

✨EXCELLENT✨

So there's no reason for any of you to feel shy if you ever want a god × god fic😚😚 I accept any ship, nothing's "weird".

I have my own "weird" ship as well, so don't chu worry children!!✨✨✨✨✨✨ You won't find judgment here!!

And btw, all of you are free to break into my inbox and be excited with me about anything!!💖💖💖💖 You're always welcome to ramble all adorably like that, you're not bothering me at all!❤️💖❤️💖❤️💖

[idv-askchaoticduo]

"Hey sweetie..."

Approaching the young girl was her adoptive father, the shepherd. Crou hing down, he patted the girls head gently. "A little bird told me it was your birthday... actually, I should call him a parrot since he wouldn't stop bringing it up." Chuckling for a moment, Pearce shook his head.

"Either way, I know it's not much, but... I wanted to give you something for your birthday. Let me get it for you." With that, the fox turned around, letting out a whistle before a large dark cloud rolled in, bleating at the girl was a sheep, and on its sides hung some goodie baskets.

Carefully removing them, Pearce continued. "This is Wooloo, by the way. Don't tell Lawrence about her just yet. She's still not used to others yet... Now then, this is some bread that I made with some banana and chocolate. These are cloud berries, and these are some other sweets from home."

On to the next basket, Pearce smiled as it was covered with a sheet. Upon removing it, there were some knitted goods such as gloves and a scarf and a small crochet raccoon for his daughter. Sprawled around the basket were white roses, dethroned for her safety.

"It's not much, but I hope you enjoy your birthday this year. Min lille frø." Moving to hug his daughter for a moment, Pearce whispered a small 'happy birthday' to her before nuzzling her cheek.

[@ask-idv-shepherd]

Hearing the familiar voice sure made Samantha turn around fast, letting out a huff at the shepherd ruffing her hair. The girl rolled her eyes and chuckled at the mention of such bird, he really couldn't keep his mouth shut huh, It was obvious that he was going to tell Pearce sooner or later, he was now her father

For a second, she was startled to see the new pet of her father suddenly roll in, it was... cute yet odd, the mark on her face and the black horns with red stripes were not something she usually saw, yet it didn't stop her from petting the sheep's head.

"I didn't know you knew how to cook... Hm.. I never heard of banana bread with chocolate."

Again, her attention was quickly snatched by the other basket, tilting her head in curiosity as she watched Pearce take the clothe off it.

She couldn't help but look at the stuff inside with surprise, it was almost odd for her to have a genuine look like that on her face. The girl took the scarf out the basket carefuly, inspecting it for a second before looking up at him. "Did... Did you make these?" She said still looking at the scarf, deciding to take the bandana off her neck and replace it with her gift.

". . . I like it, I like it a lot."

Winter clothes weren't something she could get easily, making it the worst season of the year for her. She could die in the cold snow if she didn't keep herself warm enough. The memories of such life made her feel sad, but those were just memories now.

The Candy Dealer hugged her father back, being unable to speak for a second...

"I... It's much than I could've asked for, dad. You really don't understand how much this means to me..."

"T-Thank you."

[dumb-fuck27]

You’re an orphan living in the slums of the town. In recent times there have been rumors of a dragon in the east mountain castle, or what used to be a castle now it’s a ruin waiting to crumble. You, which no one to tell you not to, sneak out of the walls and make your way to the east mountain castle, either a sack full of clothes and stolen food to go for a long hike. Three days go by and you finally reach the castle path, overgrown and almost completely hidden. As you make you way up to the old crumbling walls you hear a slight yet loud breathing and as you get closer and closer you finally see he slumbering dragon surrounded by heaps of gold and flowing water with flowers that shine from fresh rain, the sun rays hitting the shining gold, reflecting off the water creating a rainbow near the water fall. As you’re admiring the magical scenic view you notice that the dragon is not only awake but is looking right at you. “Here to steal from me are you” the dragon asks. You assure him you are not though your empty sack and torn clothes convince him otherwise. “You humans and you lying stealing way” he claims “you and every other human that comes to me ends up dead without a single spoken word. What makes you think that you’re any different”. You explain to the tired dragon that you only heard rumors about one living here but you never thought it was true. He notices that you seem a bit young to be an adventurer and says “you seem young and you don’t seem to be apart of any party or guild for that matter, where are your parents?” “Dead” you say. He’s in shock not only at the fact that at your young age you have no parents but you manage to speak. No one has been able to speak to him out of fear. “You’re a naïve child aren’t you” you look at him in confusion “dragons are magical creatures and very powerful… not to mention blunt and in this bluntness we take words very seriously. Any other dragon would interpret the weird you just said as a threat” you’re in shock and fearful for the dragon is standing up. “Luckily for you I am no average dragon, though I am very powerful, I am also very old and in my centuries of life I have gained the understanding of human context and therefore will not kill you” you sigh with relief “that is if you tell me what you’re actually here for” you’re confused, you told him why you were there, the rumors of the dragon caught your curiosity and you wanted to see if you could— in that moment you understood what he meant. You remember that your parents used to tell you stories of dragons and how humans came to see them as monsters that needed to be slain but you always sided with the dragon, we’re sad that even though they killed humans they we’re just protecting themselves which either ended up with them relocating to avoid more death of being killed in the process. You set down your sack and walk up to the dragon, him looking at you with curiosity. You walk up, reach out and hug him. “Can I come visit you again” you ask “as long as you tell the gates men that there’s nothing here” he replies “thanks dad” you say “you’re welcome sweetie” he replies.

[primeprotector-blog]

So, I just have a question about transformers gender, and I hope this isn't take the wrong way because I think you have the right to believe they have a gender and am probably a dumb curious person but do you think cybertrons expect mechs being with other mechs, fems being with other fems or would they think of it as strange and something that wouldn't happen at all on there planet? Am new to the fandom so that why am asking because am just cerious about that.

(( Hey no it’s fine sweetie, but before I go into talking about that, I wanna explain why I gender them:

*NOTE: This is my thing, i’m not forcing this on anyone.

Why I gender Transformers: 

# 1 ) 

I just wanna know.. Would any of you be mad if they came into your planet and started pointing fingers? Statarted saying “ No. You humans arent the gender you are it’s not real” what if you were born a girl, but wanted to be gut? you go by he him his pronouns and want people to call you a guy? Wouldn’t it make you mad if they said “ no thay’s impossible you can’t be what you want to be. You’re an alien race you can’t be like us at all. we get to choose not you” isn’t that what we’re doing ??

# 2 ) 

It has never been said canonly that they don’t have genders IN MOST OF THE UNIVERSES. In RID she said “ whats a girl “ or she whatever she said, but it’s weird because that’s based off TFP and they called Arcee a she and stuff before they met humans (and in the flashback episode on cybertron with Clif ) so I’m kinda confused as to why she didn’t know what she was, but again, they end up doing so.

# 3 ) 

They’re not “Robots” They are “Robotic atomic organisms “ They have a spirit, they live, they breath, they have to have energon to survive which is as well their blood. They have DNA like us, but it’s different and called CNA. Just because they’re robots doesn’t mean they’re ROBOTS that don’t have any organs or other parts like a human has. Different? Yes. Are they organs? Yes. Just because they are robots doesn’t mean a thing. They are an alien race.

# 4 ) 

Again with canon. I go by what they call each other. He, she, him, her, his, hers. If they wanted to be something else, they would call themselves or others something else. Which ties into your real question which I will get into. 

# 5 ) 

Devastator had balls in the Revenge of the Fallen. Wheelie was humping Michael’s leg and it felt good to him. There’s gatta be something down there at least in TYRAN. EVEN IN TFP Bulkhead always talks about his balls calling them his “Ball bearings“. AND also in Fall of Cybertron the game in one of the recordings he “ passed infront of a vent and got a 10 foot exhaust flame right in his unmentionables “ 

So, until they say they want to be called an it, or if a mech wants to be called a she or a femme wants to be called a he, or any wants to be called they/them…. Then I will. But until then I will gender them by the pronouns they go by like I would a human being. Oh Mike, you wanna be called a ___ now? Okay! *Talking to someone else* “ Yeah she said… “ “Yeah he said… “ “ Yeah they said… “ Simple. 

Also, if they don’t have some type of gender system. Why even call them mech and femme ? I thought people didn’t like giving them labels because gender is labels they say? So is separating femmes from mechs. I don’t get it. Why call them mechs and femmes if they don’t gender them in some way? Mech is close as hell to Man and Femme is close as hell to Female. To me, anyway.

Are they open about liking the same sex

I think they are. I think it’s normal on their planet in their race. I think anyone can carry a sparkling because I go by either them giving birth from the spark or being created by vector sigma. 

One of the big reasons why I think people dislike to gender them is because they think it will cause them to be like humans and cause a big fight over sexuality when really it doesn’t? No sexuality is more superior than the rest or another. It’s ALL equal.  In MTMTE Chromodome and Rewind are together and noone cares. They’re like “ Oh yeah. They’re a couple. “ They’re not like how evil humans are. They don’t care what you are. 

“ Oh your a mech that likes a femme? Cool ! “ 

“ Oh your a mech that likes a mech? Cool ! “

“ Oh your a femme that likes a femme? Cool ! “

“ Oh your (anything) that likes (anything)? Cool ! “

You know honestly if we said gay in front of them and if they didn’t study earth terms they’d be like “ what do you mean ??? happy ? ?? “ “ Sexuality? What’s that ?? “

So yeah I think it’s totally normal among them just like how you see heterosexual more during the day at the store or anywhere like that. With them? You’d see all kinds of couples tbh and no one would give a hoot. 

But again, those are my personal opinions and Headcanons. I’m not pushing this on anyone, i’m not forcing this on anyone, everyone has their own stuff. Don’t gender them? Cool. I’m not gonna block you or start shit over this ?? It’s childish and immature. You don’t gender them but you wanna rp ? Cool! I’m not gonna not rp with you over something stupid like that. Just rp without talking about gender ?? It’s just writing for your own personal self. No one controls another persons blog. No one controls another persons beliefs / personality / who they are / etc..

You be you and headcanon what you like and don’t like ! Do what you want it’s your life and your blog! Just because someone genders and doesn’t gender doesn’t make either or a bad person? It’s a personal thing. Hold hands and become brother and sister. No race is superior over any other, No sexuality is superior over any other, NOONE is superior over anyone. EVERYONE is equal, EVERYONE is brother and sister or something else whatever you wanna be. 

Also. It’s fictional characters guys. It’s fake. It’s not real. It’s a Movie / T.V show / Game/ whatever. Why do people even make a fuss ?? 

[chocolatori]

contains: haikyuu timeskip spoilers

Your daughter is already around the age where children are quite... inquisitive. 

She’s at the age where she’s literally curious about everything and you already have lost count of how many questions she’s already asked you today. She’s a little bunch of curiosity and Tendou has always loved answering her questions.

He always answers her with enthusiasm and a smile on his face whenever his sweet daughter is asking him a question. And because of that she often runs to him whenever her little mind thought of something interesting (not that you are jealous or anything but your daughter is definitely a daddy’s girl). 

Since Tendou’s work is in Paris, you both decided to raise your little family there and move. And because of that, you had to learn French and your daughter has to learn too. 

You still have trouble speaking French but unlike you, your daughter is much more fluent. Ever since she was born you have decided that you are gonna teach her to be multilingual, you are in charge of conversing with her in your native language, and Tendou conversing with her in French and Japanese. Your daughter ended up being much more fluent in French than you, and sometimes you would ask her for word translations in French and she would gladly translate those words for you.

It’s a typical Sunday in the Tendou household, you’re currently washing the dishes and Tendou’s probably still sleeping in or just reading in your shared bedroom. It’s a dainty apartment, surrounded by cafes and one of them is the place where your husband works. 

Your daughter is scribbling beside you, sitting on the clean kitchen floor with a sketch pad and a crayon in her tiny hands. She’s humming a nursery rhyme as she draws and you can’t help but smile at how cute she was. 

After finishing the dishes, you have decided to unpack the groceries which caught your daughter’s attention. She puts down her crayon and sketch pad and stood up next to you on tippy toes trying to reach the kitchen sink.

“What’s that mommy?” she asks you, pointing out to a can of cherries you have just taken out of the bag.

“This one? These are cherries, sweetie,” you reply as you continue to unpack more groceries.

“Actually, mommy doesn’t know what cherries are called in French, do you know it sweetie?”

Your daughter ponders, “Uhm... I don’t know mommy, but I’ll go ask daddy.”

She’s quick to turn around and you watch her toddle her way on the wooden floors of your apartment to your shared bedroom. 

“Papa!” she calls out while walking towards the bedroom.

“C’est quoi le cherry en Français?” (What is cherry in French?)

“C’est quoi quoi?” (What is what?) Tendou who just got woken up from the calls of her daughter replied.

“C’est quoi cherry en Français?” she repeats.

“Cheese où cherry?” Tendou replied, unable to understand his daughter’s words at first.

“Cherry?”

“Oui,” your daughter nods.

“C’est les cerises,” (It’s cherries.) he tells her.

“Ah, oui.”

The kitchen isn’t too far from the bedroom and you actually already overheard their adorable conversation and you saw her finally rushing back towards you.

“Mama!”

“What did he say, sweetie?”

“Mum, dad says it’s cerises,” she quips.

“Thank you so much baby,” you smile, and you crouch down at her level.

“Can you ask one more thing to daddy?” you tug at her hand.

“What is it, mama?”

“Can you go ask daddy if he knows that mommy loves him?”

“Hm!”

And she goes back to your shared bedroom, slightly knocking at the door, and you witness once again their adorable conversation even though you hardly understand French.

“Papa?”

“Oui ma chérie,” (Yes my darling.) he replies.

“Mama demande si tu sais qu'elle t'aime papa?” (Mom asks if you know she loves you dad.)

“Je sais ma chérie,” (I know my darling) he replies.

“Je t'aime tellement papa,” (I love you so much too daddy.) she tells him as she tackles him into a hug.

And he gives his daughter a soft smile, “je vous aime beaucoup aussi tous les deux.” (I love you both very much too.)

[lysol1201]

💘💤The Eccentric and The Sloth💤💘Belphegor x GN!Reader (Part 13)

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 6 , Part 7 , Part 8 , Part 9 , Part 10 , Part 11 , Part 12

First text chapter, not super mega greatly proofread, but hope you enjoy it! The next chapter should be back text images <33 ++++

"Help me.

Please help me.

I’ve been locked up…

By scary demons.

Help me get out of here…

You’re my only hope."

And you woke up.

The ground was cold. Not your bed.

The room had some subtle whispers. You’re not alone.

Where were you?

You opened your eyes slowly, unsure of what you were going to see when they opened fully. And when you did all you could put together was a large room with many legs.

“Welcome to the Devildom, MC.”

Your eyes widened at the sound of your name coming from an unfamiliar voice. You look up to the source of the voice to see a tall man in a red uniform. 

That uniform. Where do you know that uniform? It looked so familiar.

“Oh, pardon me. Feeling a bit shocked are we-“

“MC?” A new voice shouts. “Did you say MC?” It continues, and the sound of running footsteps started echoing through the room and closer to where you were.

That voice?

“MC! It is you!” The voice squeaked. “Get up so I can hug you!”

You were frozen. What the actual fuck?

Before you could move your legs, hands and arms began to lift you up from your spot. Soft. Very soft.

“Oh my! You’re real! You’re so real!”

“MC?”

“MC!” 

“What is going on?” 

There were voices of excitement, of curiosity, and one with almost pure annoyance.

“MC, darling, are you okay?” 

The voices started whirling around. You know these voices, these uniforms, who are these people, you know these people, how did you get here, where the fuck are you?

Then it went black again.

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“You’re awake! Thank goodness,” The soft voice sighed in relief. “Can you hear me?”

That. Voice.

“Asmo?” You hoarsely spoke for the first time since this strange ordeal first occurred.

“Oh!” The voice gawked. “Oh you do remember me, oh my! Did you hear that?”

You sat up from your seat to confirm with your eyes that it was Asmo, next to you. He was jumping next to some familiar boys.

“Beel? Levi?”

“MC!” They cheered, going up to you when they had taken in your consciousness. “Are you okay?” They asked in unison.

“How are you here? Wait, where am I even?”

“The infirmary sweetie, you blacked out earlier a bit after you arrived…” Asmo explained with a small frown. “You seem to be doing a lot better already though!”

“But like, where exactly? How? I never left my house, I was in bed last I remember?” You asked, looking at the three, still trying to accept that they were really in front of you.

“The Devildom. You were the chosen human exchange student! You should know that, you signed the paper didn’t you?” Asmo explained and asked curiously, unsure of your confusion.

“Wait, that paper was real?” You exclaimed with wide eyes. “I only signed it because I was bored and it mentioned an Academy and I wanted to wear cute little fancy uniforms like-“

Belphie.

“Is Belphie here? Where is he?” Suddenly you jumped up from where you sat on the infirmary bed, but before you could stand up, Asmo and Beel sat you back down. “Is he here? If you guys are here, he should be here too right?”

They all slightly frowned but Beel looked quite the saddest. “He was chosen to be the demon exchange student for the human realm. You just missed him…”

Oh.

Oh?

“Wait…” The word finally hit your head. “Demon?” You looked up at the three slightly cautious this time. “Who are you?

“I’ll be the one to explain that to you.” A new voice entered, a new tone to him that was entirely different than the others.

You knew that face though. That was Belphie's oldest brother, right? What was his name? “Um, Lucas?” You spoke in a very fearful tone. You were somewhere you knew nothing about and you were possibly meeting all of Belphie's siblings, the siblings he never wanted you to meet. Of course, you were a bit scared to speak.

Suddenly you hear snorts and wheezes from the three that stood beside you.

“Who?”

“Um… I thought-“

“My name is Lucifer.”

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

You finally jumped out of your spot for good. “Who the fuck are you people?”

++++

Looking up at the ceiling that was supposed to be your new room for a year was terrifying. This was it? This is why?

Finding out that Belphie (Belphegor?) was hiding the fact that he and his family were demons living in literal Hell was a bit of a shock. Though, it made sense? Why else would he get so upset over religion? Be confused over the things you found normal in pop culture? Be surprised at you calling Lucifer and Satan the same person?

It all made sense.

You should be angry, right? He lied to you. But can you blame him? He’s a demon. Him and all of his hot brothers are demons from Hell- or the “Devildom” apparently. It’s not like he can just throw that around. You felt like it was okay.

You can’t get mad at him for that. He wasn’t hiding it from you to be malicious or to hurt you. Besides, he promised to never hurt you. So he wouldn’t, right?

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[ike-bana]

When their toddlers ask them where babies come from f.t Yuji,Megumi,Gojou,Geto,Nanami and Toge

cw: mild suggestiveness and nothing else. This is mostly just humorous and wholesome

summary : Your little curious toddler decides to ask their dad where babies come from, how do they respond?

A/N : All characters are aged up and your kids are 4-5 years old. Contrary to popular belief ,it is important to give your children sex education. But you can only talk to them about some certain concepts when they get to a certain age. This is just some random nonsense I thought of when I was doing the dishes on a random day. I may have used mommy and mummy interchangeably cause I'm used to the latter

Also thank you @trashbunnywrites and @sodium-noodlez for helping me out with this,love you guys!

YUJI ITADORI:

-He's watching a movie when his little toddler comes running up to him with a question in their mind

- "Daddy, where do babies come from" The little one asks with a glint of curiosity in their eyes

-He scratches his head nervously and thinks about what to tell the child

-He decides to tell them that crack story that some of our parents have probably told us. That one about storks

-He can see his kid's face glowing with fasciation as they listen to their father's farfetched story

-"wow, really daddy?, so can I ask Mr. storkey to give me a widdle baby brother/sister" They ask in their adorable baby voice

-"Ah sorry kiddo, gonna have to talk to your mom about that first" He pats their head and sighs in relief

MEGUMI FUSHIGIRO :

-He's just about to take a quick nap on the couch when he sees his little troublemaker come up to him. gets it from his mommy

.- " Daddy, daddy, daddy!" They practically scream

- ''Yes (child's name)" his face automatically morphing from a look of tiredness to one of fondness on hearing his child's voice

-"Daddy where do you get a baby?"

-Unlike Yuji, Megumi is a pretty straightforward person when it comes to this, he sees no reason to make up a story but he doesn't think they're ready to learn about this yet.

-" Don't worry (child's name),you'll understand this when you're older" He gives them a knowing look

- " But daddy, I'm a big boy/girl" They pout

-You hear their little convo from the kitchen and you decide to back your husband up.

-"Sweetie, your daddy is right, we'll tell you when you're just a little older, ok?'' you tell them

-"ok mommy'' they look down in defeat

-You lighten up the mood by bringing up something they can't resist

-"Why don't we go play with your barbies and dinosaurs while we let daddy sleep" toys have no gender, fight me on this

-"yaay" They scream in excitement looks like they need to be taught about decibel levels

GOJO SATORU :

-He's watching some random videos on his phone when his kid comes bursting in the room

- "Daddy, where do babies come from?"

-As we all know, this man has no filter so he doesn't hesitate to attempt to explain in lay man terms

-"You see honey, when a mommy and daddy love each other very much, they go into a room and fu-'' He get's cut off when a size 15 shoe comes flying across the room with a speed of 10m/s, knocking the white haired sorcerer unconscious

-"Not in my house you don't" You mutter

-seeing what happened caused your toddler to burst out in fits of laughter

-"ha ha, daddy got hit with a shoe"

-You turned to your little one with a smile and asked them if the want to get some ice cream, of course they joyously agreed thank goodness for the short attention span of toddlers

-You left the house with your child while your husband still lay dazed on the floor .poor Gojo

GETO SUGURU :

- I actually think Geto would handle this perfectly. Don't get me wrong, I haven't read the manga but he's clearly the bad guy. I just think he's an overall soft and gentle person when it comes to his wife and kid

- so when his little toddler comes running to him with their tiny feet asking him a question most parents are reluctant to answer ,he answers appropriately

-Unlike Yuji, he doesn't make up stories but tells them instead : "You see little one, when two people love each so much, they pray to God and he gives them a beautiful baby" still not the whole truth but whatever

-The child's eyes are filled with wonder and glee at what their father told them.

-"Really, papa?''

-He pats their head affectionately and nods to affirm his statement

-''woww, so you and mama got me like that?" They asked in their little baby voice

-"yes,my little prince/princess"

-You catch this spectacle when you descend from the stairs of your home

-Your heart instantly melts when you see Geto bonding with your child

-It's certainly heart-warming

Nanami Kento

- Just like our guy Megumi, he would see no point in lying to his child but he wouldn't tell them something like "You were made from love", like how Geto would

-He'd look directly into his child's bright big eyes and tells them firmly but gently

-''You see child's name ,there's this whole complicated process that adults do when they want a baby but unfortunately I cannot tell you about it till you're older"

-His child is a little disappointed and asks why he can't.

-"But daddy why?"

-''Because (child's name),it's grown up stuff, okay?" he says with a soft smile on his face while patting their back . Ugh, daddy material much

-am I gonna be a grown up one day?"

-Of course, little one, one day ,you will" He chuckles and continues rubbing their little back affectionately, trying not to think about how his little angel wouldn't be so little anymore

-"Yaaaaaaaayy, can't wait!"

Toge Inumaki

- This might be a bit tasking seeing as he has to restrict his speech but then again, I have a feeling that if he works on his technique he may find a way communicate without causing damage

-Nevertheless, assuming he could speak, I think he'd be the type to just say : " Go ask your mummy"

-Yeah, he's pushing it to you cause he doesn't want to say something he shouldn't least you kill him for corrupting your toddler

-And at the same time, I don't think he'd want to outright lie to his child about the origin of babies. He seems like a very honest and logical person so I don't see him doing that

- So when he tells his kid to ask their mum, the child comes running straight to you.

-"Mummy, where do babies come from?, daddy said I should ask mummy"

- Of course, you take it upon yourself to attend to your child's question (You can choose how you'll handle this 😉 )

- you glance at him but he just shrugs his shoulders, earning him a playful eyeroll from you

[dreamerstreamer]

Lucky in Love

Pairing: poly!Dream Team x gn!reader

Summary: [Soulmate!AU] It’s one thing to meet your soulmate in a lottery, and another to have more than just one. But when you end up winning Dream’s Minecraft Manhunt raffle, you find your world turning upside down in ways you least expect.

Word Count: 9.9k

A/N: behold, my first commissioned story! this story has been altered from it’s original form so everyone can read it, but the majority of the plot and writing remain the same. i had a lot of fun writing it, and i hope you all like it! <3

You stumbled into your bedroom with a yelp, your thumb flying across your phone screen to the home button and pressing gently. With a gleam, the time flashed back at you, and your eyes shot wide open.

You were going to be late.

Leaning forward on one leg, you pushed the door behind you shut with your foot, bouncing forward as soon as you heard it click shut. Your eyes swept across the room, your gaze catching on a swath of black cloth sitting at the foot of your bed. With a quirk of your lips, you tugged the shirt off the mattress before turning on your heel. Darting to the other side of the room, you easily settled back into your desk chair and let the shirt drop onto your thighs.

Grabbing your mouse, you moved your cursor to the YouTube bookmark at the top of your screen, your computer screen instantaneously flooding with light. You scrolled over to the left side of your screen, your mouse hovering over a familiar green icon before clicking, a new box popping into view.

Stream starting in 60... 59... 58... 57...

You felt your lungs tighten within your rib cage, your toes curling ever so slightly into the floor. It had been a nerve-wracking month of waiting and pacing, crossing each day off the calendar with an anxious grin. You almost couldn’t believe that the day had finally arrived. Letting out one last breath, you leaned forward, the t-shirt feeling heavy in your lap.

3... 2... 1...

All of a sudden, the screen went dark. Your reflection stared back at you from the dim screen, your excited eyes peering back at yourself with a curious glint. Reaching up, you brush an unkempt lock of hair away from your forehead, just in time for two familiar faces and a lime green icon to appear.

The Dream Team.

“Hey, guys!” Dream said, his voice sounding like a breath of fresh air. “How are you all doing?”

A flurry of hearts flew across the live chat screen, the lines moving by so quickly that you couldn’t tell when one message ended and another started. Practically bouncing in your seat, you couldn’t help the smile that skittered across your cheeks.

“Good,” you whispered aloud to yourself in the quiet of your room. You knew that they couldn’t hear you when you talked like that, that they wouldn’t know you had even replied at all, but it made their streams feel a little more lively nonetheless.

After a brief pause, Dream’s voice filtered through the air once more, just as bright and eager as it was earlier. “Good? I hope the answer is good.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, your heart flipping in your chest as your fingers curled into the shirt in your lap. That sort of thing happened sometimes: a streamer would say something and your verbal response almost made it feel like they were actually holding a conversation, like they were actually with you right now. These sorts of things were always a coincidence, but when everything in your world was connected by fate, sometimes you let yourself be a little hopeful, let yourself imagine that maybe it wasn’t dumb luck—that maybe it actually meant something.

Hell, maybe it meant you could be soulmates.

Soulmates were a tricky thing to think about, really, even if everyone knew they existed and that one day, they would meet theirs. No one could pinpoint when exactly soulmates came to be, but no one rejected their presence either way. It wasn’t like they wanted to, anyways. To have a person who was perfect for you linked to you by the universe—it was no wonder people were more than pleased to discover they weren’t just some old lover’s tale.

But even then, some were skeptics. How would you really know when you had found your soulmate? What if you missed them by accident? For you at least, you already knew what it would feel like. You couldn’t count just how many times you had asked your mother that very question, but you could practically rattle off her words by heart.

“You’ll know exactly when it happens, I promise, sweetie,” she would murmur, stroking your head with a gentle hum and soft eyes. “When you first touch, it feels like... like you’ve been struck by lightning, and you’ll be tingly all over. Something inside you just sort of clicks when you look at them, and you’ll just—you’ll feel it right here.” She tapped her finger over your heart, a wistful expression settling across her face. “It’s... it’s magical, and you’ll never forget that feeling—not for the rest of your life.”

The smile that would tug on your mother’s lips made you all the more hopeful, a heavy yearning settling deep into the crevices of your heart as the years went by. Even now, as you sat watching Sapnap and George bicker with each other while Dream chimed in with a snarky remark, you felt that same fleeting hope rising up in your chest, warm and soft.

Maybe—just maybe—they might be your soulmates.

Not that they actually were, of course. You knew better than to get your hopes too high.

But as you watched Sapnap’s lean a little closer to his camera and listened to George’s breathy laugh, you felt your heart swell the tiniest bit.

Connected by fate or not, these boys were special to you, even if you had never met.

Sapnap blinked as his eyes darted across his monitor, raising his eyebrows with surprise as he let out a short whistle. “Oh, wow, we’re pulling... holy crap—over seven hundred thousand viewers, right now.” You could vaguely hear the scrolling of his mouse, his lips twitching. “Everyone sounds so excited in chat, too.”

George’s eyebrow quirked. “I mean, of course they are. Manhunts are loads of fun—who wouldn’t want to be a part of them?”

Sapnap’s face split into a teasing grin, and he leaned back in his chair. “Ooh, you sure sound cocky, George.”

George blinked once, then scowled. “Wha—shut up, it’s true! Why else would there be so many people here?”

A devilish gleam flickered across Sapnap’s gaze. “To see your pretty face, maybe.”

George’s frown deepened, his eyebrows knitting together into a glower. “Sapnap, you—”

“Look, look,” he cried, wagging his finger at his monitor, “even chat agrees!” His lips curled up into a smirk, mischievous and amused all at once. “You’re not gonna say chat is wrong, are you, Gogy?”

You could have sworn a hint of rose flushed across George’s cheeks as he averted his gaze from his camera, his voice coming out softer than before. “W-Well, I—”

“Boys, boys,” Dream suddenly cut in, George’s words trailing off in an instant. Despite the firmness of his words, there was an amused lilt to his tone, the smile evident in his voice. “You’re both pretty, alright, but can we please move on? I bet everyone’s dying to know who won.”

George opened his mouth, then let out a sigh, shaking his head with a hint of a smile gracing his lips. “You know what, Dream’s right. Let’s move on.”

Sapnap snickered on his side of the screen, still grinning widely. “You just can’t handle the truth.”

George groaned, deadpanning into the camera. “We are not starting this, again.”

Sapnap smiled, but didn’t get to speak before Dream cut him off. “You’re right,” he said, sounding a tad more hurried than before, “we’re not, because I’ve got the results, right here.”

You suddenly sat up, your heart stuttering. That same spark of hope fluttered up between your lungs, and you found yourself shuffling your chair forward, squinting in anticipation. Curiosity quivered around the edges of your mind, a certain eagerness pawing at your side as you watched a white pop-up fill the stream.

Everybody had an equal chance of winning—you knew that. That everyone may include you, but it also included every other person who bought one of those shirts. It didn’t take a genius to know that you weren't going to win. After all, not everything was guaranteed like having a soulmate was.

“And,” Dream began, dramatic and slow, “our winner is...”

You squeezed your hands, clasping your palms together with a feeling you couldn’t quite name.

“...shirt number 267815!”

You blinked, your brows furrowing together. That number sounded... oddly familiar. Your eyes flickered down to the shirt in your lap, the white tag peeking back up at you.

It couldn’t be.

All of a sudden, Dream’s voice rang through the air once more, sounding even clearer than ever before.

“Oh, and the name connected to the shirt is... [Y/N]!”

Your heart came to a screeching halt in your chest, your eyes shooting wide open as your jaw dropped.

I... won?

You gaped at your screen, only half-registering the sight of Sapnap and George clapping. The chat had become a blur of words you couldn’t bring yourself to read, your vision growing hazy and unfocused with shock. I must look crazy right now, you thought to yourself distantly, rubbing at your face. This can’t be real.

George’s gaze locked directly onto the camera, and for a second, it almost felt like he was speaking directly to you. “Congratulations, [Y/N]!” He wrinkled his nose with an apologetic smile. “I hope I’m saying that, right. If I’m wrong, please tell me.”

Sapnap chuckled, shooting him a devious grin. “Knowing George, he’s probably wrong.”

Your lips twitched at the frown that flitted across George’s face before Dream took over again. “Ignore them—they’re being dumb.” Before either of them could protest, he quickly added, “Anyways, welcome to Minecraft Manhunt! We’re looking forward to meeting you. We’ll send you an email soon, and you can give us some more info there.”

You nodded at your monitor, your lips still parted in surprise. “We’ll be ending the stream now,” Dream continued, “but thanks so much for everyone else who participated. Your love and support mean the world to us!”

You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, and it sent a rush of warmth shooting down your spine. “[Y/N],” he murmured, suddenly sounding soft, “we’ll see you soon.”

As George and Sapnap waved one last time at their cameras with excited grins, you swallowed. Your heart rattled in your chest as the screen faded back to black, and you found yourself sitting face-to-face with your reflection once more.

You were right—you looked just as dumbfounded as you felt.

Slowly, you closed your mouth, lowering your gaze to the shirt in your lap. The axe that was laid out across your thighs somehow seemed brighter than it did before, almost as if someone had painted over it with a newer, shinier layer of white.

Lifting the shirt to your chest, you felt a wide grin tug at your lips—wider than any grin you had ever smiled before.

Maybe you were luckier than you thought.

Your finger hovered over the left button of your mouse, your breaths coming out shaky and short as they pumped through your lungs. The Discord call already had three icons waiting for you, and all you had to do was click to join them.

Breathe, [Y/N]. You’re only about to talk to three of your favourite content creators on the planet. It’ll be easy.

You paused, listening to the sound of your heartbeat thumping in your ears.

Oh, who am I kidding? I’m not fooling anyone.

A groan rose in the back of your throat, and you hung your head in your hands for a long moment. “C’mon,” you whispered to yourself. “You can’t keep them waiting forever.”

You sucked on the inside of your cheek, then lifted your head, nodding once, then twice. Yes, okay—calm. I can be calm. Your finger twitched. Let’s do this.

Your hand reached back for your mouse, the cool plastic melding against your skin as your cursor hovered back over the call. Squeezing your eyes shut for just a second, you let your finger press down, a familiar ping echoing through your headphones. There was a beat of silence. Then, someone spoke.

“Hi! Hello!”

You jumped at that sound of Dream’s voice, your heart skipping a beat as you quickly reoriented yourself again. “H-Hi, there,” you said as calmly as you could muster.

“It’s nice to meet you, [Y/N]! I’m Dream.” There was a slight pause, then he added hesitantly, “Did I say that right, by the way? Your name, I mean.”

Your lips curled up into a smile, and you felt the tension seep out of your shoulders. “Yes, you got it right.”

You could almost imagine him grinning to himself triumphantly. “Perfect.”

A new voice suddenly jumped in, just as eager as Dream’s. “Don’t steal the spotlight already, Dream,” Sapnap whined, his icon flashing green. “There’s three of us, not just you.” Ignoring Dream’s quiet apology, he quickly moved on. “I’m Sapnap—it’s great to have you here.”

“And I’m George,” another voice added, his prominent accent sounding like honey in your ears.

Every ounce of anxiety you had been feeling earlier felt so far away now, their voices carrying your worries off over the horizon. “It’s nice to meet you all, too. My name’s [Y/N], but you already know who I am, don’t you?”

“Well,” George said, drawing out the vowel, “we may know a few things about you, but we don’t really know who you are—that’s something we want to hear from you.”

Sapnap made a noise of confirmation, his mouth moving at lightning speed as he suddenly began to fire off question after question. “Yeah, like, what’s your favourite flower? Or season? Which one of us do you think is the most handsome? Ooh, what about—”

“Woah, woah,” Dream cut in, wheezing ever so slightly, “one thing at a time, to start. Let them breathe, at least!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the hints of laughter tinting his voice. “It’s okay!” you said, your lips splitting into a crooked grin. “Although I don’t know if I can answer those questions.”

George let out a confused noise. “No? Why not?”

You hummed, swinging your legs around your chair. “Like for my favourite flower, I think they’re all really pretty and look nice, in their own little ways. Same thing for seasons.” You chuckled. “I’m too indecisive to pick just one.”

“But who do you think is the most handsome out of the three of us?” Sapnap prodded, excitement seeping into his tone. “It’s definitely me, right? Come on.”

“Hey,” George suddenly quipped, rushing through his words, “no flirting yet! We only just met!”

There was a brief second of silence. “I mean, isn’t that technically the best time to start flirting?”

“Sapnap.”

“Fine,” Sapnap sighed. You could practically hear him roll his eyes. “Friends first, flirting later.” You were about to breathe a sigh of relief when he added, “Carry on, though. I still want to hear your answer.”

Chewing on your lip, you stiffened, drumming your fingers against the side of your keyboard. “I’m telling you,” you sighed after a long moment, “I really don’t think I can pick. As a matter of fact,” you pointed out, raising a finger. “I don’t even know what one of you looks like.”

Now, it was Dream’s turn to speak up. “Then, talk about attractiveness, in general. It doesn’t just have to be about looks.”

You froze, your posture going rigid. Attractiveness in general…?

How could you possibly encapsulate their attractiveness just like that? Dream was so incredibly clever, and you loved to hear him talk about his passions. George was smarter than he let on, and you could see it in the way he coded their videos, working relentlessly to make them work. Sapnap was beyond affectionate, and just hearing him share his affection with those around him made your stomach melt. They were just handing you a recipe for disaster with a question like this, you knew it.

“This question is impossible,” you blurted, a gentle panic seeping into your tone. Narrowing your eyes, you leaned closer to your mic, adding with a teasing lilt, “Are you trying to torture me?”

“Maybe we are, maybe we aren’t,” Dream hummed, chuckling at the small whine that escaped your lips. “Either way, it’s cute to hear you struggle.”

Your breath suddenly hitched in your throat, but Sapnap was quick to leap forward. “Hey, what did we say about no flirting?”

Another beat of silence. “Killjoy.”

“Okay, moving on from that,” George said, quickly diverting topics, “how are you feeling, [Y/N]? Are you looking forward to the manhunt?”

You looked back at the call, your eyes locking onto the three Discord icons sitting next to your own. “Yes,” you admitted, “but I’m also very, very nervous.”

“Nervous?” Dream repeated slowly.

“Nervous,” you said again, “but a good kind of nervous.” You opened your mouth, then closed it. “Actually, I think excited is a better word to use. You guys always just seem like you have so much fun when you’re around each other, and I’m just...” You waved your hands in front of yourself, feeling your heart beat faster and faster while your face grew hot once more. “I’m just really excited to film with you all and play Minecraft together.”

Silence washed over the call, and your cheeks felt like they were about to burn right off your face. “Sorry,” you mumbled embarrassedly. “That—that probably sounds really dumb.”

“It doesn’t,” Sapnap said suddenly, making your gaze grow wide, “not at all.”

“Yeah,” George added with a joyful hum. “I dunno about those two, but I’m also excited to play with you, [Y/N].”

Dream guffawed, a scoff escaping his lips. “What do you mean you don’t know about us? Of course we’re excited! [Y/N] is great!”

You nearly fell out of your chair. “H-Huh?”

Dream’s voice was suddenly soft again, both parts soothing and cheerful all at once. “We might have only known each other for a little while, but I’m telling you, we’re beyond happy to have you here, and we want you to have a good time, too.”

“Oh, a thousand percent,” George said straight-facedly into his mic. “I’d trade you for both of these nerds in a heartbeat.”

Just like that, Sapnap was yelling as you heard Dream smack his desk. “George, what?! How could you say that?”

Giggling, you sank into your desk chair with a relieved smile, pressing a hand over your eager heart. “Thank you,” you murmured, only hoping they could hear the sincerity in your words. “I hope I don’t let you guys down.”

Their raucous bickering suddenly died down at the softness in your tone, and three voices spoke at the same time—each one sounding more honest than the last.

“You could never.”

You leaned forward in your desk chair, your eyes glued to your screen as you watched Dream’s avatar stand as still as a rock, frozen and entirely unmoving. Your finger hovered over your W key, waiting for the perfect moment to strike as your tongue darted out to flick over your bottom lip.

Manhunts may be stressful, but you were more than ready to tackle this one headfirst.

It happened so quickly that you nearly missed it. In one moment, Dream was standing in front of you, stock still as you stared him down. In the next, he was darting off in the opposite direction, already a whopping ten blocks away.

Sapnap’s voice shot through your headset like a bullet as he shouted, “After him!”

He didn’t need to say it again before the group was already dashing across the grassy field, boosting each other forward every other block. You clicked frantically at George’s backside, your lips twitching in glee as he shot the slightest bit closer to Dream. With each passing second, they ran further and further, Dream lying just a few steps out of reach. All of a sudden, he leapt off the side of a cliff, vanishing from sight in an instant. Coming to a screeching halt atop the hill, you watched as Bad peered over the forest, Sapnap and George hot on his heels.

“Where’d he go?” George muttered, confusion clouding his voice.

You shifted your mouse left and right as your gaze darted across your screen, scanning every pixel for even the tiniest hint of neon green. Just then, a gasp flew from your lips, and you caught Sapnap jolting in your direction at the sound.

“Look!” you cried, clicking to point over at the greenery. “He’s on the right—on top of the trees!”

Without missing a beat, everyone was leaping off the hill and barreling across the trees, ignoring their fall damage as they jumped over small gaps. “What is he,” George grumbled under his breath, “a monkey?”

You let out a tiny giggle at the genuine annoyance in his tone, but didn’t stop chasing after Dream’s running figure. Suddenly, he just barely missed his jump, bouncing twice on the same leaf block. He had only stalled for a brief second, but that was more than enough time for you to spam click your mouse. In a flash, Dream was tumbling off the tree, with you trailing right after him.

“I hit him off!” you shouted in glee, elation making every one of your syllables soar in your throat. “He’s on the ground.”

“Nice one, [Y/N]!” Sapnap chuckled with delight. “Now, don’t let him get away!”

The praise made the triumphant feeling that had unfurled beneath your ribs spread even farther under your skin, warming you from head to toe. Pushing forward, you nodded and slammed your thumb down on your space bar.

You had no plans of letting him escape.

You pulled your water bottle from your lips with a gasp, quickly screwing the cap back on before setting it down on your desk. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you turned back to your monitor, your gaze focused on the anvil a few blocks away. To your left sat the portal, and to your right was a wall of obsidian.

You were four hours into filming now, but you still weren't tired. How could you be, when you were so close to the end?

Clicking on the anvil, you dragged the diamond axe in your inventory into the first slot before reaching for the enchanted book sitting just beside it. Forty-two levels—you would need forty-two levels to enchant your axe with Sharpness IV.

You glanced down at the space above your hotbar and grinned.

Luckily for you, you had forty-three.

Clicking once more, clanging echoed through your ears, and you placed your newly enchanted axe in your hotbar with a proud smile. It was an absolute pain having to kill as many mobs and loot as many desert temples as you did, but for this, it was absolutely worth it. Now, it was time for the rest of the plan.

“I have no idea how you came up with this,” George said earnestly, his character facing yours, “but I love it.”

You grinned, opening up your inventory and removing your amour. “I just got really, really lucky.”

Grabbing an invisibility potion, you suddenly paused, a hint of uneasiness sinking in your gut. If Dream noticed any particles, you would be dead in an instant, and your plan would be blown to smithereens. You would have to move quickly to make it work—almost ridiculously quickly.

Swallowing, you opened your mouth. “Do you guys think we can really pull this thing off?”

Sapnap let out an easygoing chuckle, your shoulders relaxing in an instant. “Oh, I know we can.”

Letting Sapnap’s confidence run through you, you held down your mouse’s right key, downing the invisibility potion in one go before turning to rush out of the portal room. Through your headphones, you heard Dream let out an inquisitive hum, curiosity flickering through his tone. “Just what are you guys up to?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?” Sapnap fired back without missing a beat, his voice swimming with mischief.

While George let out a wheeze and you giggled at Sapnap’s sharp quip, Dream sighed, muttering, “So much for asking.”

Huffing out one last quiet laugh, the smile fell from your face, your eyes narrowing as your expression grew serious. You moved ever so carefully through the stronghold, weaving in and out of the labyrinthine halls like a snake on the hunt. Your gaze darted back and forth between the compass in your hotbar and your screen. With each sharp swing of the compass hand, you held your breath, turning until it was pointed forward again. You had been searching for a few minutes when suddenly, you spotted it.

A glimpse of green.

Dressed head to toe in enchanted iron armour, Dream’s avatar stood in front of a wall of furnaces, smelting away as he turned from one to the next. On the same wall was a crafting table and a chest. He was planning something, you just knew it, but you didn’t have the time to question what. After all, he was facing the wall opposite from you, completely unaware of your presence.

This was the perfect chance, and you weren’t going to waste it worrying.

Creeping forward, you stopped only when you stood just a single block away from him, switching from your empty hand to the enchanted diamond axe in your hotbar. With Sharpness IV, it would only take three critical hits for you to take him down.

For a second, all was still.

Then, you were pressing down on your space bar and clicking your mouse a half second later, watching with bated breath as Dream’s avatar twitched from your attack. One.

He had barely managed to turn around before you had already landed another hit on him. Two.

By the time he had pulled out his own axe and began scanning the seemingly empty air in front of him, you were slamming your finger down one last time. Three.

With a shout, Dream dropped dead before you, his inventory exploding into a mess on the floor at your feet. You blinked once. Twice.

Then, the call burst into a mess of screams and shouts.

Dream’s yell rang through your ears as George and Sapnap hooted in delight, Bad and Antfrost following with their own victory cheers. “What the heck?!” he cried, shock filling his every word. “[Y/N], was that you? Oh my god, where did you even come from?”

Practically gasping for breath, you nearly collapsed on top of your keyboard, the adrenaline slowly wearing off as you smiled triumphantly to yourself. “[Y/N], you did it!” Sapnap shouted, just as loud as before. “You—you just—holy crap!”

“I was so stressed,” you breathed, sagging against the back of your chair with a breathless laugh. “You have no idea.”

“You were awesome, so awesome,” George managed between giggles, his own voice sounding giddy and positively overjoyed. “I knew you could do it.”

Your cheeks half-felt like they were about to start hurting from how hard you were smiling, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as Dream’s tired laugh filled your ears.

“Congratulations, [Y/N],” he murmured fondly. “You won.”

Just a week and a half later, you couldn’t believe your eyes as you scrolled through the comments section of the new video.

[y/n] was so funny omg

They made this manhunt feel so much more special

Their chemistry as a group was so good wtf!!!??!

please bring [y/n] back I am in LOVE

[Y/N] SUPREMACY

With each new comment you scrolled past, you felt your heart swell more and more in your chest with a mixture of joy and pride. You didn’t expect people to respond so positively to the video—to you.

You had barely made even a dent in the hordes of comments about you when a Discord notification popped up on your laptop screen. In a flash, you were pulling up Discord, quickly clicking on the appropriately named group chat, [Y/N] KILLED DREAM!!

Sapnap: hey

Sapnap: hey

Sapnap: hey did you read the comments

[Y/N]: i did! people were so positive!!

[Y/N]: i wasn’t expecting it

George: You weren’t?

You furrowed your brows, reading George’s question twice before typing once again.

[Y/N]: of course not??? i’m just some person

[Y/N]: you guys are the dream team

George: Don’t put yourself down like that

Sapnap: yeah everyone liked the video because they liked you

Dream: well then

Dream: how do you feel about coming back to film again?

You stared at your screen in awe, something hopeful and weightless rising in the expanse of your chest. Filming another video? With them?

You didn’t even have to think before your fingers were typing out a response.

[Y/N]: i would love to

Peals of laughter tumbled from your lips as you rolled over on your bed, your phone perched beside your head on your pillow. A split second later, a loud whine echoed from your phone speaker, and you found yourself laughing even harder, your lungs gasping harder and harder for breath with each giggle that was pulled from your throat.

Never in your wildest dreams would you have guessed that you would be here.

It had been nearly a year since the fateful day that brought you and the Dream Team together and a little over ten months since you had first filmed together. Now, three videos and countless streams later, you were closer than ever before, cracking jokes and pushing each other’s buttons like you had known each other their whole lives—maybe even longer than that. It took some prodding, but you even called Dream by his real name, now. As much as you liked the name Dream, Clay sounded much nicer, in your opinion. Texting daily was practically a sacred ritual now, and you couldn’t remember the last time you didn’t get spammed by their texts at least four times a week. Even now, as you lay on your bed with your phone connected to Discord at your side, you were chatting with them, grinning as wide as ever. It was a comfortably pleasant lull you had fallen into, the four of you—one that you wouldn’t mind spending the rest of your life sinking into.

It was comfortable indeed, but even as complete as you felt now, you felt like there was something missing—like there was a hollow cavern in your chest just waiting to be filled.

Yet another shout suddenly pulled you out of your thoughts, the noise sounding even more astounded than it had before. “How was I supposed to know that that was Russia?”

The sheer amount of shock in George’s voice immediately made you burst into another fit of giggles, throwing your head back. “There was Russian on the sign!” you managed between breaths. “It was so obvious!”

He sputtered at the sound of your laughter, sounding absolutely appalled by your reaction. “You can’t just expect me to be able to read Russian!”

You grinned, your voice dropping the tiniest fraction. “You act as if you don’t know how to say a few things in Russian.”

There was a moment of silence. Then, Sapnap whistled. “Touché, [Y/N]. You’ve got him there.”

While George groaned, surely smacking his palm into his forehead, Clay spoke up with a teasing hum. “You should play some GeoGuessr with us more often. You’re way better at this than George.”

“This is bullying,” came a distant complaint from George, his voice coming out muffled through his mic.

“It’s the truth,” you corrected with a cheeky grin. “You cannot deny that.”

There came a snort, followed by Sapnap’s gentle laugh. “Look at you, [Y/N], being so mean all of a sudden.”

You smiled lopsidedly, trying to push back the shiver that ran down your spine at the way his low voice made your insides melt. “You know you guys love it.”

“We do.” Clay’s voice almost sounded far away, muffled and hazy. “We really, really do.”

Your heart leapt into your throat as a soft silence washed over the four of you, your chuckles dying down and fading into the quietness of your bedroom. Sighing deeply, you picked at your nail, silently begging your heart to calm down again. It was right then when George softly piped up.

“Hey, [Y/N],” he said quietly. When you let out a small noise, he continued. “We… you would call us close to you, right?”

You laughed at the hesitancy in his tone. For a second, he almost sounded shy, and it sent butterflies fluttering through your stomach. “Do you even have to ask? We’ve been friends for months—of course we are!”

You could make out the faint sound of shuffling from Clay’s end, his icon flashing green. “Are—” He coughed. “Does that mean we’re close enough to ask you a… somewhat private question?”

You raised an eyebrow at his tone, your curiosity piquing. “Go for it,” you said gently, letting your eyelids flutter comfortably shut.

“Have you met your soulmate yet?”

In an instant, your eyes shot wide open again, and you lay frozen in your bed. In all the time you had known each other, not once had you brought up the topic of soulmates. It was almost as though you had simply skirted around it, too shy to press on about. But right now, with the topic lying right in front of your face, you couldn’t just avoid the topic.

Your fingers twitched as your mouth fell open. “N-No,” you stammered, the butterflies in your stomach going oddly still. “I, um, I haven’t. Have any of you?”

There was a pause. “No, none of us.”

You thought for a moment, your heart mulling over those four little words. Then, you exhaled and let your shoulders relax against the mattress, your nails curling into your palm. “I’m sure you guys have nothing to worry about,” you murmured almost hazily. “There are probably thousands and thousands of people who would love to be any one of your soulmates.” You chuckled, but it tasted bittersweet on your tongue. “Heck, there’s probably at least half a million fans who would be dying to take my place, right now.”

On the other end of the line, you were met with silence, but it was fleeting. “What about you?” Clay suddenly asked.

You blinked, your palm going slack. “Me?”

“You,” Clay affirmed, sounding more serious than before. “If you were one of our soulmates, how would you feel?”

The words left your lips before you could stop them. “Happy,” you blurted, suddenly feeling breathless. “So, so happy. I—”

You suddenly slapped your hand over your mouth, cutting yourself off with wide eyes. Realization struck you like a lightning bolt, and you could feel your blood run cold in your neck. I did not just say that.

“What—” George stopped. Then, a second later, he continued. “Which one of us would you want it to be? To be your soulmate?”

With trembling fingers, you moved your hand away from your mouth, your voice coming out small. “Are you asking me who I like most?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

You almost felt your heart drop, bolting upright until you were sitting atop your sheets. Wrapping your hand around your phone, you balanced it on your lap, uncertainty springing up in your gut.

Who... I like most?

Dream, George, and Sapnap. Sapnap, Dream, and George.

To think that just a year ago, you had never spoken to them—had only ever known them as three strangers through a screen. Yet here you were now, their voices soft against your ear and your heart aching at the sound of their laughter. They made you smile beyond belief, and you wouldn’t miss a call with them for the world, even if it was three in the morning and you were dead asleep. Although you had spent time with each of them individually, just as friends did, you loved spending time with all three of them together far more, and you didn’t want to imagine having them any other way.

George, Sapnap, and Dream.

Who did you like most?

You swallowed, then opened your mouth. “I,” you choked out, “I don’t—I wouldn’t—”

You stopped, your heart pounding like a drum between your lungs. You could feel them waiting for you, as patient and caring as ever. The thought made you want to curl up into a ball and cry. Screwing your eyes shut, you sucked in a deep breath and whispered.

“I don’t think I could ever pick just one of you.”

The silence that filled the air as you closed your mouth was tense. A million unspoken words ricocheted off the insides of your mind, your heart racing within the confines of your chest. The air suddenly felt too hot, and you kicked the covers off your legs, curling your knees closer to your chest and resting your burning cheeks on top of them.

“Maybe this is a sudden thing to say,” Sapnap whispered abruptly, his words coming out slurred as he broke the silence, “but I really, really want to know what you look like right now, [Y/N].”

You felt your arms go limp around your legs. “Me, too,” George added, thoughtful and faint. “I bet you’re beautiful.”

Resisting the urge to bury your face in your hands, you ran your finger along the edge of your phone screen, the glass pressing against your hot skin. “I—um,” you began shakily, “you’ll see when we meet, okay? This way, two of us can stay a mystery.”

Clay’s soft chuckle rippled through your bedroom once more, bouncing off the walls and making your chest ache even more. “Alright.”

You felt your chest constrict with heat, feeling like you were almost about to burst at the seams from the way they were speaking. “W-Well,” you laughed, trying not to sound as panicked as you felt, “on that note, I think I’m gonna go to sleep now.” You opened your mouth to continue when a yawn cut you off, eliciting a string of laughs from your phone speaker. “I’m feeling pretty tired.”

“Sweet dreams, [Y/N],” George murmured tenderly. “Talk to you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow,” you confirmed with your heart battering against your ribs. “Goodnight!”

Reaching over, you pressed your thumb over your phone screen, exiting the call just as swiftly as you had joined. That had been hours ago now, and while you were tired, you couldn’t shake the churning sensation in the pit of your stomach—twisting and turning as you laid back on your bed. You slipped your phone onto your nightstand, plugging it in in a forlorn haze before lying back once more. Staring up at the lonesome ceiling, you frowned, your heart suddenly feeling like an anchor in your chest.

Without even an inch of doubt, you knew: you liked them—all three of them.

And it was going to be the end of you.

Having a crush was a dangerous thing in a world full of soulmates, especially if they were online—even more so if you had multiple. You could only ever find out if someone was your soulmate if you met them in person, and you had heard far too many stories of couples meeting in person, only to learn that they weren’t fated to be. Combining that with multiple soulmate bonds slimmed the chances even further. Multiple soulmate bonds weren’t exactly unheard of, but they were rare. You had never met anyone who had one, and you doubted that you would be the first you’d know to have one.

You suddenly felt it—that familiar spark of hope you felt all those months ago when you sat at your desk chair with a shirt on your lap. The hope that drew you to them now was the very same hope that connected you in the first place. Your heart leapt, lapping up every last droplet like a man dying of thirst, yet with each new spark that rained down in your chest, the thought clawing at the back of your mind loomed larger and larger.

Just what exactly were the chances all four of you would be soulmates? It had to be next to nothing if it wasn’t zero already.

This wasn’t like the manhunt raffle—lady luck could only be so generous.

Rolling onto your side, you felt something deep inside you reach its hands up and wrap around your lungs, squeezing as tightly as it could. The ache that shot through your insides stung like a hot coal, but you knew there was nothing you could do to soothe its hungry flames. Unshed tears pricked the back of your eyelids like silver needles, and you squeezed your eyes shut, choking back a muffled whine. Your bedroom suddenly felt too big, your bed too empty.

Hope could be beautiful, but it could also destroy you from the inside out.

“Do not leave the call.”

Clay’s chuckle sent a frown skittering across your face, and you let out a small whine as you leaned forward in your desk chair. “Aww,” he crooned, teasing and light, “are you jealous, Georgie?”

“N-No, what?” George sputtered, and you could almost envision the way his cheeks would flush a pretty shade of baby pink. “Just—just don’t hang up.”

“I’m telling you,” Sapnap laughed with a sly lilt, his voice sounding a little more distant than Clay’s, “he’s jealous.” You vaguely could make out the sound of his signal light from inside his car, a muffled car horn echoing from outside. “Or at least if he isn’t, [Y/N] is.”

At that, you whipped your head up, blinking wide as you shot a glare at Sapnap’s Discord icon on the side of your monitor screen. “Well, [Y/N]?” Clay drawled, a flicker of mischief dancing in his tone. “What do you have to say about that?”

You curled your fingers into your hands, a small pout settling onto your features as heat shot across your face. “I—I am!” you said, your voice coming out a fraction louder than you intended. When the other line went quiet, you shuffled back in your seat, your cheeks burning even hotter. “I am jealous, okay? It’s... it’s just not fair that you two get to meet before we do.”

There was a brief moment of silence. You were being childish, you knew, but at least you were being honest. Suddenly, Clay spoke. “We know, sweetheart,” he said gently, not at all realizing how your heart skipped a beat at the pet name. “But you’ll be able to meet us soon. Just wait a bit longer, okay? I’ll buy you both plane tickets if I have to.”

You pouted with a dejected whimper, your finger drawing small circles onto the side of your desk. “Okay.”

“Don’t sound so sad,” Sapnap chuckled with a soothing coo. “As soon as we can get you two over here, we will.”

You let out a sigh, swinging your chair from side to side with a frown. Was it so wrong of you to want to meet them so badly, to want to see them and hug them? Part of you didn’t even care if you were all soulmates at this point—you just wanted to hear them laugh in person. You wanted to make them smile. Was that really so much to ask for?

“I see him!” Clay suddenly shouted. Your head shot up faster than a bullet, and you heard the sound of a front door opening and slamming shut. “Oh, Sapnap.”

“Oh, Dream,” Sapnap called mockingly, his smile shining through in his voice. There was the sound of the car engine stopping, then a car door swinging open. “Holy crap, you’re way taller than I expected.”

You chuckled at the surprise in Sapnap’s voice, hearing George laugh along with you. “Jeez,” Clay muttered, his voice overlapping ever so slightly with the mic on Sapnap’s phone. “It’s so weird actually seeing you in person, oh my go—”

All of a sudden, Clay went silent, cutting himself off with a strangled noise of surprise. On Sapnap’s end, there was a muffled choking sound, then nothing. In a flash, you were upright, your eyes wide and your hand flying to your mouse.

“Sapnap?” George called, his tone soaked with worry. “Clay? Are you two alright?”

There came a gasp, and you could make out the sound of Sapnap struggling to search for words. “You’re—Clay’s my—”

Just like that, it clicked, like a switch had been flipped inside you. You felt something in your chest deflate, and you opened your mouth.

“Soulmates,” you whispered so quietly that you would have missed it yourself, had you not been the one to say it. “You two are soulmates, aren’t you?”

George fell silent. “I think so,” Clay mumbled, his tone coming out as if he were in a daze. “I’ve never felt anything like that before in my life—it definitely feels like what everyone says, you know? Just, really warm, and.... and...” He trailed off, ending with an enamoured sigh. “Yeah.”

Your mouth felt as though it had been sewn shut, like you wouldn’t have been able to force the words from your lips even if you tried. “How did we not know after all these years?” Sapnap giggled, his voice swimming in a mixture of disbelief and affection.

“We’ve never met in person up until now,” Clay mused, his sentence rising at the end. “This is the first time we’ve ever seen each other, let alone touched.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Sapnap murmured back wistfully. The call suddenly went quiet, and a deep, disappointed quiet fell over the four of you. Not a word was said as the harsh reality slowly settled into your hearts.

Clay and Sapnap were soulmates.

Only Clay and Sapnap.

“I’m happy for you two!” George suddenly shouted, startling you in your chair. He sounded oddly chipper—too chipper. “I wish—” He suddenly choked, pausing for a moment to catch his breath again. “I wish I was already friends with my soulmate. Meeting new people is hard.”

“Who knows?” Clay chuckled. His words were teasing, but even they couldn’t mask how crestfallen he sounded. “Maybe [Y/N] is yours.”

“Yeah,” Sapnap hummed in agreement, the hopefulness in his voice sounding just as forced as his soulmate’s. “You hear that, [Y/N]? Maybe you and Gogy were meant to be.”

Your vision was hazy and unfocused, your gaze focused on the window in your room. In the corner of the glass was a small spider web, just barely the size of your palm. You watched with blurry eyes as a fly caught in the sticky web beat its wings in desperation, struggling helplessly as a spider crawled out from behind the windowsill. You distantly wondered how trapped that fly felt—if it knew that there was no point in hoping for anything better, now.

Turning away from the window, you focused your gaze down at yourself, down at the black shirt you were wearing. A clean white axe stared back up at you, and you felt a bittersweet smile stretch across your face as you uttered a single word.

“Maybe.”

A loud beep echoed from the ceiling speakers, and you jumped at the sound. All around you, people were bustling in and out of gates, towing luggage behind them as they rushed down the crowded pathways and between loitering groups of people. You whipped your head this way and that at the sight, your head spinning with all the new sights and sounds.

It was still hard to believe that just a few months prior, you wouldn’t have been able to step foot in an airport like this.

To see people move from one place to the next, seeing loved ones and meeting new people for the first time was almost exhilarating, especially after all that had happened with the world. You liked it, and you certainly hoped that it was here to stay.

You had just started walking down the main path when you felt your phone ring in your pocket. Fishing it out, your face lit up at the caller ID, and you picked up without waiting another second, pressing the cool glass to your ear with a smile. “Hi, George.”

“Hey!” he greeted with a cheerful tone. “Did you get here safely?”

Rocking back and forth on your heels, you curled your fingers a little tighter around the handle of your suitcase with a hum. “Yep.”

“Good.” You could hear the smile in his voice, and it sent a familiar tingle of warmth bouncing down your spine. “How are you feeling?”

You paused, your steps faltering for a brief second as you pondered. “Nervous,” you said after a moment or two, “but a good kind of nervous.”

“A good kind of nervous?” he repeated with a fond tone. “I think I know the word you’re looking for.”

Your lips curled up at his words, your mind flashing back to a distant day from long, long ago. “Yes, George, I’m excited.”

The laugh that fell from his lips sounded like pure music to your ears, and you caught yourself thinking that you wouldn’t mind drowning in the sound. “Me, too.” As you wove between a few sectioned off groups, George added gently, “You know where to meet us, right?”

You nodded with a small noise of confirmation, making a sharp turn down yet another long hallway. “Yeah—I’m pretty sure Clay and Sap are already waiting for us.”

George snorted, both affectionate and teasing at once. “Oh, I know they are. I’ll see you there?”

You grinned, bobbing your head along to the beat of your suitcase wheels rolling across the polished tiled floors. “For sure. See you there!”

Lowering your phone from your ear, you pressed your thumb against the screen before letting it drop into your pocket once more. A sigh escaped your lips as you let the ache you had been suppressing tumble loose, throbbing and gnawing away at the shaky shards of your heart.

How long had they known that Clay and Sapnap were soulmates, now? Five months? Six? You weren’t sure if you could even bring yourself to keep count, anymore. It hurt too much to think about. You were happy for them, you really were. But the selfish part inside you still longed for their touch, even if they wouldn’t ever truly be yours. It wasn’t that you didn’t like George, but you meant what you said—you couldn’t pick just one, and you wanted all of them, as greedy as it was.

Shaking your head, you pushed forward, your gaze darting up to the navigational sign hanging from the ceiling. No matter how painful it may be, you weren’t going to let your own heart get in the way of how amazing today was going to be. You were meeting your favourite people in the world today, and nothing was going to take that away from you.

Not even heartbreak.

Glancing briefly over at a map on the wall, you huffed as you dragged your suitcase up a set of stairs and through the corridor, chewing on the inside of your lip. George’s gate was on the opposite side of the airport from yours, and Clay and Sapnap were waiting in the middle for the two of you. His flight had arrived a bit before yours, so you knew you were just going to have to find all three of them together.

After another few minutes of walking, you found yourself walking into the central dome of the airport, the glass ceiling filtering natural light into the room as you wheeled your luggage in. Your lips parting in awe at the sight, you swept your gaze across the busy room, scanning over every head you could find. You had only been looking for a few moments when a head of dark sepia hair caught your attention. Narrowing your eyes, you shuffled forward carefully. Then, your lips split into a triumphant grin.

There they were.

In a heartbeat, you felt your insides melt at the sight. Sapnap and George looked as handsome as ever, their lips curled up into dazzling smiles as they spoke, and Clay—oh, Clay. This was the first time you would ever be seeing each other’s faces, but you didn’t have to see him to know that he was pretty. With tousled golden locks and emerald green eyes that flashed like gemstones, he was everything you could have asked for and more.

Chatting casually with one another, all three of them were dressed in comfortable clothes, and you wanted to fling yourself at them and bury yourself into their warm touch. Sucking in a deep breath, you marched toward them, slinking around so that you were facing their backs. Hugs could come later—right now, it was time for a surprise.

Treading slowly and carefully, you only stopped when you stood a foot behind them, the giddiness rising in your chest as you finally opened your mouth.

“Sapnap was right. You are tall.”

The three of them immediately whirled at the sound of your voice, their eyes as wide as saucers as their gazes locked on yours. The grin on your face only grew wider as you watched their faces light up in unison, like a set of stars coming together in the night sky.

“[Y/N],” they said at the same time, blinking wildly as you sent them a small wave.

You laughed. “Here I a—”

“We were right, too,” Clay suddenly blurted, bending over slightly. “You are beautiful.”

Your cheeks flushed with bubbling heat, and you felt your heart leap in your chest. “I—ah, um,” you stammered, taking a step back. “You look good too, Clay.”

Sapnap took a step forward, reaching his hand out toward you with a soft smile. “So, we finally meet,” he hummed, a brilliant gleam flashing across his eye. “Does this mean I get to hug you, now?”

You grinned, and with a giggle, you were leaping forward, your suitcase wobbling behind you as you let go. The moment you felt warm arms wrap around your backside, you felt yourself relax.

Then, your skin suddenly felt like it was on fire.

Warmth surged up your spine like a rippling flame, your eyes shooting wide open as you gasped, your fingers curling into the soft fabric of Sapnap’s shirt. In an instant, you were stumbling back, clutching at the space over your heart. You could feel it going absolutely haywire in your chest, pounding like never before. Your entire body felt as light as a feather, and your mind felt strangely hazy.

Impossible—it had to be.

“Sap,” you choked out, your eyes locking onto his own wide ones, “you—”

“George, Clay,” he suddenly said, reaching a hand out toward the two boys, “get over here. Right now.”

The two of them had been standing stock still just a few steps away, their jaws dropped and faces contorted with surprise as they watched you and Sapnap tremble across from one another. Swallowing, George took the first shaky step forward, reaching his hand toward yours. The moment your fingers brushed, the same tingling warmth crashed over you like a wave, and you let out a soft noise, happiness blooming in your throat like a blossom in spring. You watched with earnest eyes as George’s expression mirrored yours, his rosy lips parted in surprise as his fingers latched onto yours. The hope you had locked away months ago came pouring out of your glowing heart like a waterfall, overwhelming every inch of your senses.

“It’s not just us,” you whispered, your voice brimming with nebulous hope. “It’s George, too.”

George lifted his head, his breath hitched as he turned. “That just means...”

All three of your gazes landed on Clay, who was still frozen in place, stock still with shock. Your eyes darted to Sapnap’s, then George’s. You nodded in unison, and without saying a word, you stepped forward. You slipped your hand into Sapnap’s, your heart trembling with adoration at how big and warm his palm was against your own. Sharing one last glance with one another, you nodded. Just like that, you were slipping your hand into Clay’s, George following suit while Sapnap grabbed his.

In a heartbeat, everything felt perfect.

The empty cracks in your heart no longer felt as wide as they once did, instead flooding with burning warmth and something that felt like love. Your head spun with dizzying affection, and you felt your vision grow watery, but for an entirely different reason, now.

God, you loved them, you loved them, you loved them.

At your side, Sapnap’s hand shook in yours, surprise lacing his every word. “I can’t believe it.”

“A four-way soulmate bond,” George breathed, his own mouth twitching up into a lovestruck grin. “I—I never thought we’d have one. I mean, I always hoped but—”

Suddenly, Clay spoke up, his voice hoarse but full of sincerity. “W-Woah, are you crying? What’s wrong?”

In a flash, their eyes were on you, who had let go of Clay’s hand to press your palm against your eye. “N-Nothing’s wrong,” you said, your voice shaking with overwhelming emotion. “I’m just—I’m so happy.” A quiet sniffle bubbled up in your throat, but it didn’t stop the smile from tugging at your lips. “I liked you all so much and I was so scared that only George was going to be my soulmate, because you’re all so important to me, and I couldn’t just give you guys up like that.”

“[Y/N],” Clay choked out, his own voice starting to wobble, “stop, please. You’re going to make me cry.”

Laughing, you leaned against him, soaking into the warmth of his body as his arm instinctively wrapped around you. “Just—just cry with me, okay? We can all cry together.”

You didn’t need to say it twice. Not even a split second later, and you felt two more pairs of arms snake up around you, a nose burying itself into your hair as a cheek pressed against yours. “It looks like you won more than just one lottery then, huh?” Sapnap mumbled from above you, his chest rumbling against your back.

“Yeah,” George chuckled, his fingers lovingly rubbing small circles against your arm. “First the manhunt, now this. Just how lucky can one person be?”

You smiled, rubbing your head against Clay’s shoulder with a loving hum. “I don’t know what the universe was thinking,” you murmured, your eyelids fluttering shut as you gently rocked back and forth together, “but I’m glad I won. You three are the best prize I could have ever asked for.”

You felt a pair of lips press a soft kiss to the top of your head, your heart sighing in your chest. “I love you,” someone whispered, too softly for you to tell who it was.

All around you, the bustling airport kept moving, full of life and bursting with energy as the crowds flowed around you like a river. The world was still moving, the planet still turning beneath your feet as you embraced one another, warm and safe in each other’s arms. But in that moment, none of that mattered. A dazzling spark danced along the crevice of your heart, bright and warm and oh-so full of hope as you opened your mouth to whisper back.

“I love you all, too.”

[astaroth1357]

Demigod MC Series: Athena

So. I have to deal with the virgin goddesses… By mythos, there really shouldn't ever be children of Artemis, Hestia, or Athena (yes, Athena was a virgin goddess). PJ got past that by making it canon that Annabeth and her siblings were born from cracking open Athena's skull (yes, that's also more or less the canon explanation). They gloss over it real quick but I remember, Rick. I've always remembered and that mental image has haunted me for years...

I can't, in good conscience, ignore the history around Athena's worship (call it an academic restraint) but I REFUSE to do the skull thing. So, since I make the rules here, I'm going with magic adoption. They still get magic powers, they're just more human than demigod. Cool? Cool.

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena

Lucifer

The human that popped out of the portal seemed to have enough sense not to attack everyone in the room for a change, but even Lucifer could tell that was more of a strategic choice than for lack of ability...

Their very existence was highly unusual… and quite worrisome. He wasn't even aware Athena could have "children" of her own, but apparently she had been taking in some particularly bright humans to raise and train like her own...

Unbeknownst to him, a surprising amount of human scholars, diplomats, and generals have her to thank for their trade… and that alone should speak to the level of intrigue at play here. 

Was this an accident or Athena's attempt to plant an Olympian spy in the Devildom too…? Either way, he didn't trust them from the get go…

Look, Lucifer isn’t stupid. Athena is a goddess of Wisdom and War and war happens on more than just the battlefield… 

Since they've shown up records have been going missing, official documents keep getting misplaced, and he swears that there's some kind of bug in the student council room...!

It's infuriating watching the MC suck up to Diavolo when he's almost certain that they're running their own agenda behind the scenes! And he can't prove any of it!! They cover their tracks too well!

Lucifer has one of those corkboards covered in newspapers and string in a secret wing of the Castle - 100% dedicated to just tracking the MC's activities…. The longer they're there, the more obsessed he becomes...

He swears between Simeon, Solomon, and MC he feels like a shepherd wondering why the sheep are growling… The Devildom has never been in more danger than it is right now... Send help.

Mammon

To be honest, he kind of thought that they were just going to be Satan 2.0 but that's not really true.

They're more than just a book sponge! Though they do read, like a lot. Let’s just say from one schemer to another… Game recognizes Game.

They come up with plans and ideas soooo fast, it’s insane! Honestly, there are times where he has a new money-making plot and he just brings it to the MC first to run it over. 

Nine times out of ten, not only do they sniff out any problems but they have a solution for him in a matter of minutes! His scheme game has been on point since they’ve shown up!!

They’re also even better tutoring than Satan is, so he’s even managed to get a couple A’s for the first time in his life! Lucifer actually told him he was proud (which he secretly recorded and now uses as a ringtone much to his brother’s regret...)

So yeah, he likes them... buuut that doesn’t keep him from thinking they act a little weird sometimes... 

Mammon: *points to a unused tower close to the RAD building* Over there is the Tower of Sorrow. We use it for storage.

MC: Ah. Interesting… *starts writing in a notebook, muttering* It may need a few minor tweaks but the location is defensible...

Mammon: *stops* Ya say somethin’?

MC: *looks back up* Nope! Say, you’ve been to the Castle a lot haven’t you? Do you know any good ways in?

Mammon: Uhm… Why do ya want to know that…? *starts looking around for Lucifer*

MC: In case of emergencies. I like being prepared. 🙂

Mammon: Look, I don’t know what Lucifer might’a told ya…

MC: I’ll pay you a thousand Grimm for it.

Mammon: Well shit, ya want those maps with or without color?

... Yeeeah, that’s pretty weird… But it’s probably fine. I mean, as long as they keep giving him money, who’s he to complain? 🤷‍♀️

Leviathan

Also thought that they’d be a lot more like Satan but was pleasantly surprised that they were into more than books.

What else did they like exactly? Military strategy!!

It’s been a looong time since he’s been able to talk to someone who’s actually interested in all the battles he’s fought, both in the Celestial Realm and the Devildom, and their curiosity is kind of flattering...! Not a lot of people take his strategic prowess all that seriously anymore...

Plus, they are the BEST partner to have any turn-based strategy game. Hands down. He once got stuck on a level of D-COM for weeks until the MC walked in and mopped the floor with the AI!! They have a serious head for probability and tactics.

The House once made the mistake of letting these two be on the same team during a Hell Game and they absolutely demolished the competition. Mammon didn’t even get a single shot off before half his team was lost to a rigged paint grenade… It took a whole day to clean up… 

However, Levi’s also noticed some odd things about the human… He likes that they’re interested in his past but maybe they’re a little… too interested?

Levi: -and that’s how we defeated the Four Horsemen before they escaped from Purgatory. 

MC: Wow, Levi that’s seriously impressive!! *furiously scribbling on a notebook*

Levi: Well t-thanks… 😅 But, uhm... are you writing that down…?

MC: Hm? Oh no, just doodling. *they lift up the notebook to show a bunch of cute little sketches on the page… and not the magic-based invisible ink all over them…*

Levi: Oh you draw too? Can you do fanart???

MC: Eh, sometimes. But say Levi, can you tell me about your naval ranks again? I’m still really curious… *gets the pen ready again with a smile*

Satan

Oh, it's been a long game of cat-and-mouse between these two… and unfortunately, it’s been pretty addicting too.

He honestly had every intention of tricking the human into making a huge mess do he could bother Lucifer, but at every turn they proved just a hair too clever for him...

He once gave them a cursed book to “lend” to Lucifer, but they saw through it the moment they touched it and lifted the spell before handing it over.

He rigged a podium to spray glitter during one of Lucifer's speeches but the MC disconnected the trigger mic before he even got on stage. It was pretty dang frustrating...

At one point he got so desperate that, just as a test, he tried to trap them in the House's Music Room. Fortunately for them, it only took a few minutes to work out an escape. They even passed by him in the hallway with a wink!

It's confounding! It's infuriating!! 

...and it's so damn sexy... He should be furious but he’s just in awe!!

Add on that they know their art, literature, and multiple different crafts thanks to the tutelage of their adopted mother and that’s it. He’s finished. This boy is in love.

Truthfully though, a part of him is 90% sure that they’re also gathering state secrets… Like, they’re watching Barbs and Diavolo far too close for comfort - but he just can't bring himself to care. 🤷‍♀️

The MC could walk into his room one day and say, "Hey, do you want to help overthrow the monarchy with me?" and he dreads it because deep down he knows that he wouldn’t say no…

Take some notes, kids. Some bad influences get you to drink or do drugs. Others pull you into a centuries long conspiracy to destabilize and topple rival realms from within… But he has fallen for their brain hard. Devil help them all…

Asmodeus 

They’re pretty clever, he’ll give them that, but uh… Are they a little off to anybody else?

Asmo is a charmer by birthright so he has a bit of nose for when someone’s just a liiittttle too nice… Not much of a nose mind you, because he can be thrown off by compliments himself, but enough to think that the MC might be a little too… “kind” for their own good...

First off, who wants to spend that much time with Levi?? They don’t even seem that interested in anime! They just keeping asking him for old war stories…

Then all the sucking up they do to Diavolo and Barbatos? Look, he gets it. Diavolo is a delicious piece of man-hunk and his butler could give him a lesson or two in sweet-talk (and he has), but they seem to be just a little too… nosy.

Of course, Asmo’s suspicions disappear pretty quickly after they start to spoil him with spa nights and beauty secrets they picked up from “casual research” into the subject.

And you know, get a little Demonus in Asmo and start massaging his back? Oh, sweetie he’ll sing like a bird!! … with gossip. Singing with gossip.

Asmo: So I’ve heard that Lucifer has been spending more time at RAD than usual… His whole club is talking about it, they think he’s meeting with some witch!

MC: Hm, is that so? *works on a knot near his shoulder blades* What do you think?

Asmo: Ooh~! Right there, MC! *purrs and lays his head on his arms* Well come on, this is Lucifer we’re talking about! I’m sure he’s just working.

Asmo: Hmm... though come to think of it, I think I heard him asking Barbatos for the spare keys to the Tower of Sorrow…

MC: Oh really? Huh. *works out the knot and gets up* I just remembered that I left some papers with Satan... I’ll be right back.

Asmo: You’re going already??

MC: *waves him off quickly* I’ll be right back, Asmo. *hurries out the door to do totally on-the-up-and-up things… surely*

Beelzebub 

Honestly he doesn't like this one… But not for the reasons you'd expect.

He agrees with everyone else that they seem a little shady, but Solomon and Simeon are too so it's not like that's anything new... 🤷‍♀️

No, no. He dislikes them because they're the person who FINALLY figured out how to keep him from eating all the food in the kitchen!!

Turns out that the trick was to put a teleportation charm on the fridge door that would send all the food away if it’s opened after a certain time of night… 

And where does it go? The Purgatory Hall fridge. And where does the Purgatory Hall food go…? The HoL fridge…

It doesn’t sound so bad until you remember that it means half of their fridge is now Solomon’s leftovers…. 🤢

After they put the same kind of spell on the pantry, it was all over… He couldn't get midnight snacks from the House anymore… Everything was contaminated by Solomon…

The MC is a nice enough person, he doesn’t have a lot of complaints about them, but he wants them to leave. Now. This is inexcusable… He’s so hungry… and he doesn’t want to die by “goulash” or whatever Solomon calls his latest culinary catastrophe… He’s still too young for death… 😓

Belphegor 

In a way, he absolutely could not have asked for a better person to help him get out of that attic.

… In another way, he got one of the worst possible people to try and kill... Like. They saw through his scheme sooo fast…

How was he supposed to know that the human had training in body language and sniffing out lies???

Getting the door open was a piece of cake for them. They knew enough magic to undo the seals and just rummaged around Lucifer's stuff long enough to find the key to the door. He could not have found a more competent individual for a break out, really.

It’s just… well he didn’t expect to go from locked in a room like a prisoner to tied up in enchanted rope, still like a prisoner but now mobile. 😑 

They even used his own hug ruse against him! They caught his wrists when they got close and tied him up before he could shake them off...

Admittedly, it wasn't exactly the best look for them either - what with walking Belphegor downstairs to the others like a one-man-prison-caravan but they're as silver-tongued as they are sly so they talked their way out of it beautifully… 

And like hell was he going to trust them after that!! And not even Beel liked them so something had to be up...

Well, you want a detective? Look no farther than Belphie (no seriously, it’s in the canon). He can put things together pretty fast when he puts his mind to it and watching the MC for a while gave him enough proof to work off of...

He always knew that, humans were bad news and the MC just proved it to him all over again. They are bad news, bad bad news and they’re going to-!

Overthrow… Diavolo…? Is that what he is getting from them…? Huh…

Wait a second, MC. You might just have him interested… 😏

[sleepysnk]

i did this and.. yeah ❤ i hope you enjoy! reader is aged up btw!

Good Girl

Pairings: Carla Jaeger x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW

A sigh escaped (Y/N)'s mouth as she exited her car, the day was gloomy and ugly. Puffy clouds blanketed the sky, covering the bright sun, and the pavement was now wet from the thunderstorm that had just blown by minutes before.

Shitty weather for her shitty feelings.

Her shitty feelings stemmed from her recent breakup with her boyfriend, Eren. The two had broken up days prior, due to some issues in their relationship. One thing led to another, and the two called it quits after some arguing; it was over within a blink of an eye.

She couldn't help but miss the brunette boy she once called her boyfriend, Eren was an amazing guy, but everything just suddenly changed within a year of them dating. Her heart felt heavy and her eyes were a bit swollen from all the crying she had done, she wasn't the happiest about it, but she knew she couldn't stay like this forever.

She stood outside his home, she decided to come by and pick up a few things she had left behind. Eren told her that he wasn't around, but to just come in and take whatever she needed.

It was simple, right?

She let out a shaky breath before turning the knob and entering his home, she inhaled the familiar scent of his home; something she missed dearly.

It was quiet in his home, usually when Eren was around, the house was full of energy and life. Without him here.. it felt.. odd, almost awkward.

She put her keys into her pocket and headed towards the staircase that led upstairs, she knew the way around his house like the back of her hand. It was almost like all of the memories of them together were playing in her mind at that exact moment.

She was about to head into his room when her eyes caught the light coming from the room down the hall.

It was his mother's room.

(Y/N) suddenly felt a feeling of panic when the realization that his mom was home. His mom. Did she know they had broken up? Eren and Carla were very close, especially after her divorce from his dad, but what if she thought differently of (Y/N) after this? Not all mothers like to hear the word 'break up'.

She was about to head into Eren's room, when the door opened down the hall.

"Eren! Are you- oh, hello (Y/N)! Are you looking for Eren?"

She didn't know what to say, her mouth went completely dry and all the words in her throat were caught. Carla seemed to be in a good mood, did she not know what happened?

"O-Oh! Hi Ms.Jaeger, um.. I'm not looking for Eren actually," she said, her voice sounding nervous.

Carla laughed a bit, "(Y/N), you don't need to call me Ms.Jaeger, Carla is fine. If you aren't here for Eren, what are you looking for? If you don't mind me asking."

So she didn't know.

She removed her hand from the doorknob. "Can I.. talk to you about something?" she asked, looking away from the woman.

Carla gave her a warm smile, she was used to seeing it all the time whenever she came over. "Of course! Come on in sweetie!" she waved her over towards her room.

(Y/N) shoved her hands into her pockets, she made her way down the hall and entered Carla's bedroom. She hadn't ever seen it before, there was always something about entering a parent's bedroom that put her at discomfort. She could never do it at a friend's house, it felt almost like it was forbidden.

"What's on your mind? You seem a little unlike yourself," Carla asked, breaking (Y/N) out of her thoughts.

She looked at the woman who was folding some laundry, a wave of sadness came over her seeing as it was Eren's clothes she was folding.

She swallowed thickly, "Well.. I don't know if you know yet, but.. Eren and I – well um.. – we broke up," she replied.

The room suddenly fell quiet, she took notice of how Carla stopped folding the clothes and her expression seemed to be of surprise and shock. She wasn't sure how she'd react, it was his mom for heaven's sake!

A sigh escaped her mouth. "I could see you two were growing apart.. Eren stopped speaking about you often, I knew something was coming, but I didn't expect it so soon. I'm sorry sweetheart," she said, coming towards (Y/N).

Carla held her arms open for a hug that she gladly took. A hug was much needed right now, considering not many people cared to listen to (Y/N) about what was bothering her.

She pulled away, a small sniffle came from her nose. "Thank you Carla," she replied, wiping a few tears that escaped her eyes.

Carla used the pad of her thumb to wipe her tears away. "Of course, you can always come to me about anything! It doesn't matter what terms you're on with Eren."

She felt comforted by her words, most parents would shun any ex out of the family, no matter what reason for a break up. It was sweet to her knowing that Carla would always be around, despite what happened between the two.

She watched Carla make her way to the side of her bed, she placed the green laundry basket on the ground, and climbed onto the bed.

"Come sit! You look like you haven't slept," she said, patting the pillow next to her.

She felt comfortable enough to come sit next to Carla, she had done it many times, the two had always been close. Considering that Eren was always a momma's boy, (Y/N) grew to become comfortable and open with Carla about a lot of things.

She removed her shoes before climbing onto the large bed, sometimes she'd forget that Carla was a single woman. She was always surprised at the things she'd have, like a large bed, or a big closet with only her clothing items.

Her head pressed against the wooden frame of the bed, it felt awkward for a few moments, she didn't know what to say exactly.

"I think Eren is going to be okay, if you're concerned about that."

Her eyes looked down at the sheets beneath her, it was true, (Y/N) was extremely worried about Eren. He had always had a hot temper and he took things very seriously, she wasn't sure what a break up would do to him. Though, it did need to happen. Considering all of the bad shit that happened in between.

"I hope he'll be fine.. he can always come to me whenever," she replied, crossing her legs.

Carla placed her hand onto her knee. "Don't worry about it sweetheart, despite Eren being who he is, I know he'll be okay. Just like you will," she said, tapping her knee a few times.

A smile formed onto (Y/N)'s features at her words, maybe Carla was right, maybe everything would be okay.

"Say (Y/N).. I know this may sound a bit personal but.. did you and Eren, ever..?"

Her face grew hot from the question, why was Carla asking? Sure, Eren and (Y/N) both had sex many times, but it was so odd for his own mom to bring it up. Most kids hide that shit from their parents before marriage, but, why now?

She rubbed the back of her neck. "Well, yes we did, if you want honesty. Though towards the end he stopped paying attention to me, so we didn't do it much anymore," she felt embarrassed, she wanted to disappear on the spot.

Carla didn't look at her after she replied, it gave (Y/N) some anxiety. What if Carla didn't like that Eren was sexually active?

"You kids and your hormones, I'm not going to judge though. I did plenty of wild things in my days," she laughed. She shifted her body around so she could face her, "Eren treated you with respect.. right?"

Her eyes filled with curiosity. "O-Of course! Eren always asked me before anything.." she muttered, shifting around on the bed.

Carla turned so her body was now facing (Y/N), the air began to feel thick between them and it was clear there was something going on here that wasn't exactly right.

Suddenly, she felt a hand on her thigh, and it wasn't her own. Her eyes trailed up to see Carla's hand sitting there, what was she doing?

"You've always been a pretty girl, (Y/N)." she cooed, circling her thigh with her finger.

She swallowed thickly, was this really happening? This was Eren's mom, why was she being like this?

"What are you doing..?" (Y/N) asked, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

Carla only giggled, "You said Eren never paid attention to you in the end, no? How about I do it instead..?"

Was Carla actually saying she'd have sex with her?

(Y/N) didn't know what to think at the moment, what if someone walked in? If Eren saw what was going on he'd for sure be upset, and this was his mom. This wasn't some random woman.

"Just know there's no force here, if you don't want to, then we can just forget this whole thing. I just want to help you out sweetie," Carla said, rubbing her thigh once more.

She played with the skin of her fingernails, this was a difficult decision to make. Carla was a bit older than her, but (Y/N) did trust her a ton, her mind was so conflicted on what to do.

Fuck it.

"Sure.. help me out, Carla." she replied, looking towards her.

Carla's expression changed from surprise to a cocky smirk within a few seconds, she could see the excitement swirling around her hazel eyes. It sent chills down (Y/N)'s spine, she hadn't ever seen that look come from Carla before; not at her anyway.

"Lay down pretty.." she whispered, sitting up and unbuttoning her white top.

(Y/N) did what she was told, she laid down flat on her back, her head now pressed into the pillow. She felt the thumping of her heart beat against her chest, this was really happening.. and it wasn't a dream.

Her attention went towards Carla, who was already topless and wearing a black lace bra. The swell of her breasts stuck out from the fabric, her skin smooth, with a few small freckles around her chest.

"Don't be so shy, beautiful, I won't do anything too harsh," she said, a giggle coming from her mouth.

She laughed a bit, the awkwardness seeming to fade. Carla leaned down to press a kiss onto her lips, she could faintly taste the chapstick that she had put on a few minutes before she arrived. Their lips danced together, it made (Y/N)'s arms go around the woman's neck to bring her closer to her body.

Carla's hand played with the waistband of her leggings, she slid it underneath the fabric, and felt around her panties.

"Wet now aren't we? You're a dirty girl (Y/N).." Carla cooed, circling her finger around the damp spot of her clit.

A sudden gasp came from her throat, pleasure danced along her body making her brain turn to mush.

"Carla.." she whimpered as she played with her clit.

A smirk formed onto her features. "Take these off pretty.. I wanna see that pussy of yours,"

She lifted her hips off the bed to take off her leggings, she also took the opportunity to remove her shirt, exposing the bra she was wearing. Carla couldn't help but to savor the view of her body, she couldn't believe she looked this good underneath her clothes.

"So perfect.." she said, pressing a few kisses into her thigh. "Can I take these off?" she snapped the band of her panties against her skin.

(Y/N) nodded before speaking, "Yes."

Carla smirked before removing her white underwear, her wet cunt now on full display for her view. Carla grew wet from the sight of her pussy, it was so pretty, and she couldn't wait to devour it.

"What a pretty pussy you have, (Y/N)," she smirked, placing her hands on her thighs.

Chills went down her spine as Carla rubbed her finger along her swollen bead, she felt her cunt aching, it was uncomfortable; she didn't want to be teased.

"C-Carla.. can y-you start, please?" she asked, her voice almost coming out as a plea.

The woman chuckled at the sight before her, she hadn't expected Eren's ex girlfriend to be so submissive and needy. Then again, the two hadn't been doing too much, and she was a single girl.

Carla stood to remove her skirt, it slid down her hips and onto the floor. She needed to be more comfortable, she wanted to show (Y/N) some real action.

"Okay sweet girl," she said, looking up at her through her lashes.

A small gasp came from (Y/N)'s mouth as Carla's tongue made contact with her needy clit, her hips moved upwards towards her face, and her thighs started to tremble a bit from the touch.

Carla's hand found its way to her breast, where she began to massage and play with her nipples. A quiet moan escaped her mouth which sent vibrations along (Y/N)'s clit, it made her twitch and whimper.

"Carla! Shit!" she cried, putting her hands into the woman's hair.

Carla looked up at her, swirling her tongue around the most sensitive areas of her pussy. She inserted her finger into her hot, warm, cunt; the pleasure going along her body in waves.

"I love your pussy baby, fuck, how could Eren let this go?" she said, curling her finger to reach her g-spot.

(Y/N) cried out in pleasure from the feeling, her pussy was dripping wet, and her mind was becoming clouded from the euphoria. Carla knew what she was doing, the way her fingers would twist and curl to reach that spot, or the way she kissed at the bead of her swollen clit; it was like something she'd never felt before.

"Oh yes! Right there!" she moaned, throwing her head back against the pillow.

Carla sucked on her clit one last time before pulling away, her chin covered in her slick arousal. "Come kiss me babygirl," she said, getting close to her face.

(Y/N) leaned in and pressed her lips against Carla's, she could taste herself on her tongue. Her walls fluttered around her finger, which made Carla smirk.

She moaned into the kiss as her movements began to speed up, her thumb brushed against her clit, she could feel the way (Y/N) was tightening around her which meant she was getting close. Carla wanted her to cum all over her fingers.

"Come on pretty girl.. cum all over me," Carla said, spreading her legs apart to see her cunt.

(Y/N)'s vision went white and her legs trembled as her orgasm took over her body, sparks of euphoria danced along her skin from the shock. Some sweat glistened onto her skin from the warm room.

Carla pulled her fingers out and brought them towards her tongue. "Suck."

She took her fingers to her mouth and licked the slick off of them, a small chuckle coming from Carla.

"Good girl, you're such a good girl (Y/N)."

-

The next day (Y/N) couldn't believe what happened the previous night, her mind kept clouding with thoughts of Carla going down on her.

She sat up in bed, it was still early morning. She reached for her phone on the nightstand, she noticed she had a text from someone.

More specifically, Eren.

Eren: so you like fucking my mom?