#the way he hesitates before casting the spell the first time like he doesn't want to be doing this. what if i cried for a week

[writingpandagoth]

Oh my...I don't know who was the anonymous that requested the diary story but it brought happy tears to my eyes 🥺 It's such a beautiful story, favourite already.

If it's possible I want to request too a fluffy and romantic story please?

Reader and Severus, both professors. At the start of their dating, Severus doesn't show much affection to not draw attention but sometimes not even when they are alone. Reader just wants simple pure things like holding hands, kiss his forehead, etcétera. at least when they are alone. The idea came to me because I was listening to a song called 'Simplemente Tú' by Cristian Castro that my mother was listening :3

Of course! This actually came quite easily almost like a deep breath.

I hope you like it.

Something Small

It started with a shared library table.

Not in some grand, candlelit way. Just two professors passing each other in the Restricted Section enough times to eventually stop pretending it was coincidence.

You taught Defense. He taught Potions. Your hours were opposite, your syllabi unrelated—but the subjects you read overlapped in all the right places: obscure counter-hexes, lost potion formulations, wartime field research.

The first few weeks, it was only glances. Then nods.

Then one evening—late, long after dinner, when the library was quiet enough to hear parchment shift—he spoke.

“You’ve been working through the Jessen archives backwards.”

You looked up from your notes. “So?”

“They make more sense chronologically.”

You tilted your head. “Not if you’re trying to trace which principles were disproven. Reading the failures first is more efficient.”

He stared at you. Then blinked.

“Hm.”

And that was the first time Severus Snape sat down beside you willingly.

From there, it became a rhythm.

He’d grumble when you took his usual quill from the supply tray. You’d roll your eyes when he restructured your marginalia. He never corrected your logic, though—just challenged it. And he always returned your books in perfect condition.

He was sharp, of course. Brilliant, difficult, constantly skimming five steps ahead. But he listened when you spoke. Reallylistened.

It became easier. Comfortable, in the way that only happens when someone matches your mind instead of your voice.

It wasn’t until the first frost of the year that it changed.

You’d just returned a stack of shared research to the library when he appeared beside you in the corridor—silent as always.

He looked... uncomfortable. Not angry. Just like he was preparing to walk into a fire of his own making.

You waited.

“I—” he started, then stopped. Glanced away. Back again.

“I was wondering if—” He cleared his throat. “If you’d like to... have dinner with me.”

The pause was brutal. His expression didn’t change, but you could feel how tightly he was holding himself still. Like he’d already decided this was going to end in humiliation.

You smiled. Just a little.

“I’d like that.”

He didn’t breathe for two full seconds. Then a tiny nod. Almost imperceptible.

“Good,” he said, like it was a spell he’d just successfully cast for the first time. “Good.”

The first dinner was strange, in a lovely way. He was stiff, awkward, clearly more comfortable with cauldrons than candlelight—but he tried. He brought a book he thought you’d like. He sat close, but didn’t touch you. His hands stayed in his lap the whole time.

You thought it was endearing.

You thought: this could become something.

And it did.

Weeks passed. Meals shared. Late-night conversations that began with theory and ended with silence that wasn’t uncomfortable. The kind of silence that settles.

Eventually, he kissed you.

It was late. You’d walked back from dinner. Neither of you had said much. But at your door, he hesitated—and for once, didn’t retreat.

He kissed you like it was something he’d never done before. Or maybe like he had, but never when it mattered.

You kissed him back. Softly. Slowly.

And when he stepped back, his voice was almost a whisper.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You nodded. Smiling. Heart full of quiet hope.

But in the days that followed, that hope started to strain.

—

Dating Severus Snape wasn’t a whirlwind. It was measured. Cautious. Quiet.

He always knocked before entering your quarters, never assumed physical closeness, and never touched you unless you initiated it first.

Not that he was cold—he wasn’t. Not really. He listened when you spoke. Remembered things you said, even in passing. When you joked about craving blackberry jam, there was a jar of it on your desk the next morning. No note. Just there.

But touch? Affection?

It stayed locked behind the same walls he always kept around himself.

And at first, you didn’t push.

You told yourself he needed time. That he wasn’t used to this—being wanted for more than his mind or his title. Maybe he didn’t know how to be vulnerable. Maybe you just had to wait.

But waiting started to hurt.

Like the night he walked you back from a faculty dinner. The moon was high, the castle quiet. You were tipsy on wine and warmth, and when you reached the door to your quarters, you turned to him with a hopeful look.

You reached for his hand and he stepped back.

Not in fear. Not even discomfort. Just... distance.

“There’s a journal I meant to finish,” he said, already retreating. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

And then he was gone.

You stood in the doorway with your hand still half-raised and something inside you wilted.

It wasn’t about sex. It wasn’t about passion. It was the little things.

You wanted to hold his hand while reading. Kiss his forehead after a long day. Tuck your fingers into his hair while you talked about students and syllabi and the thousand little things that made up your days.

You didn’t want grand gestures. Just... presence.

And he didn’t give it.

Even when you were alone, he seemed to resist being touched. You brushed his fingers once while reaching for a book and he jerked away—muttering something about ink smudges.

You laughed it off but that night, lying alone in bed, your throat felt tight.

You didn’t cry.

But you stared at the ceiling and thought, Is this enough?

--

It happened late one night in his quarters.

You’d been grading beside him, your legs tucked beneath you on the old sofa he never quite made comfortable. The fire had burned low, and your eyes were starting to blur from too many red quill marks.

He hadn’t spoken in a while—just scratched notes onto a parchment in that sharp, efficient script of his.

You yawned. He glanced up.

“You’re tired.”

You shrugged. “So are you.”

He didn’t argue. Just set his quill down with a soft click, leaned back into the cushions with a long, quiet sigh. His eyes closed, head tipping slightly toward the armrest.

And then—then—he reached out.

His hand brushed over your knee. Hesitant. Light. Like he didn’t quite trust himself to complete the gesture.

But he left it there. For maybe ten seconds.

You didn’t move. Didn’t speak. You just breathed, afraid that even shifting would scare it away.

You turned toward him slightly, ready to thread your fingers through his—

But his hand slipped away.

He stood abruptly. “I need to check the cauldron,” he muttered. “I left it steeping too long.”

He was gone before you could say a word.

You sat there alone, blinking, your skin still tingling where he’d touched you.

It was something. A crack in the armor.

But it had closed again before you could see what was behind it.

—

The silence between you had grown too loud to ignore.

Not angry silence. Not tense. Just... hollow.

Like a room where something used to live.

You hadn’t touched him in three days.

Not for lack of wanting. You still looked at him the same way—still met him for tea in his quarters, still spoke about staff meetings and students and potion mishaps. But every time your hand drifted near his, every time you leaned in just slightly—he pulled away.

Not with malice. Just reflex. And each time, it scraped something raw.

Tonight, the scrape bled.

You were sitting across from him in his quarters, a mostly untouched cup of tea growing cold between your hands.

He was writing something—of course he was. Always writing, always focused, always just slightly beyond reach. You watched the way his brow creased. The way his hand moved with intent. How he didn’t even notice your silence.

You set your cup down. Softly. He didn’t look up.

“Severus.”

Still writing. “Yes?”

You swallowed.

Then, quietly—too quietly: “Do you actually want this?”

His quill stopped. The scratch of ink against parchment went still.

He looked up at you. Not confused. Not surprised.

Just... still.

You continued before your courage ran dry.

“Because sometimes I wonder if I’m just convenient. If this—us—is something you agreed to but didn’t really want.”

His lips parted slightly, but no words came.

You let the silence settle.

“I’m not asking for much,” you said, voice soft but firm.

“I don’t need flowers or sonnets or some grand romantic gesture. I just want your hand in mine. I want to touch your face without you flinching. I want to kiss your forehead at the end of a long day. That’s it.”

His eyes were locked on yours now. Intense. Unreadable.

“And it doesn’t have to be in public. I know what people are like. But when we’re alone... I want to feel like I’m allowed to love you.”

That last word nearly broke you and it did something to him.

He looked like he’d stopped breathing. Like the truth had finally hit somewhere deep.

“I’m not angry,” you added, almost whispering. “I’m just tired. Of wondering if I’m asking for something you don’t want to give.”

You stood then. Not in a storm. Just... done.

“I’m going to bed.”

You paused at the door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. If you want to.”

And then you left. Again you didn’t cry. Not at first.

You made it back to your quarters, changed into something soft and worn, and curled up on the corner of the bed with a cup of tea you didn’t drink.

You sat there. For hours.

Waiting.

Not that you expected him to come storming after you. That wasn’t his style. He wasn’t one for dramatic reconciliations or impassioned pleas in candlelit hallways. You knew that.

But part of you still hoped.

That he’d knock, just once. That you’d open the door and he’d be standing there—awkward and stiff, maybe, but there.

That he’d reach for you.

Just once.

But the door never opened. The corridor stayed silent.

And as the hours passed, something inside you started to break—not with rage or bitterness, but a slow, heavy ache. The kind that comes from realizing you might love someone who doesn’t know how to love you back.

Not the way you need.

You curled into yourself tighter, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, the fire flickering low. Every creak in the floor made you lift your head. Every shadow outside your window made your breath catch.

But he didn’t come.

And eventually, your heart whispered something you didn’t want to hear.

Maybe he doesn’t feel it the same.

Maybe this was a mistake.

You laid down, face pressed into the pillow, eyes wide open in the dark.

And for the first time since it began, you truly considered the possibility that Severus Snape didn’t want to be loved.

At least, not by you.

—

It wasn’t the next morning.

It wasn’t even the one after that.

You’d nearly convinced yourself it was over—quietly, without drama, like so many things Severus left behind. Not with cruelty. Just... absence.

You still saw him at meetings. Still nodded across the staff table. He gave you nothing to read. No coldness. No warmth. Just the same unreadable stillness you’d once found fascinating—and now couldn’t bear.

By the third night, you stopped hoping for a knock.

And then on the fourth, it came.

Soft. Two raps.

You froze, mug half-raised, blanket pulled around your shoulders.

It came again.

When you opened the door, he was standing there. Drenched from the rain—hood down, hair clinging to his cheekbones, robes dark and soaked through.

He didn’t say anything. Just... looked at you.

You opened the door wider.

He stepped in, dripping and tense, eyes never quite leaving yours. He stood in the center of your quarters like he didn’t know what to do with his hands, his coat, his feelings.

You closed the door behind him.

“Severus—”

“I don’t know how to do this,” he said.

Your breath caught.

He was still soaked. Still stiff. But there was something in his voice—raw, like he’d cracked himself open just enough to let you see inside.

“I didn’t come because I didn’t know what to say,” he continued, voice low and tight. “And the more time passed, the more I thought maybe... it was too late.”

You stepped toward him, slow.

“I told myself you didn’t mean it,” he said. “That you were tired. Or angry. Or exaggerating.”

He looked down at his hands.

“And then I thought... what if you weren’t?”

You watched his throat work through the swallow.

“I’ve never been good at being wanted,” he said. “And I’ve never let anyone love me without a price. I don’t know how to be soft without feeling like I’m going to break.”

You took another step.

“Then let me be soft,” you whispered. “You don’t have to know how. Just let me.”

His breath shuddered.

And for the first time, he reached for you.

Slowly, trembling slightly, he lifted your hand in his—and pressed it to his chest.

Not possessive. Not desperate.

Just real.

His heart beat hard beneath your palm.

You moved closer, your other hand rising to brush the wet strands of hair from his forehead.

He didn’t pull away.

You leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his temple. Then to the center of his brow.

His eyes closed.

And you felt him—truly felt him—breathe into it.

When you pulled back, he didn’t let go of your hand.

“May I stay?” he asked.

You nodded, tears prickling your eyes.

He didn’t say more. He didn’t have to.

You didn’t ask him why he was trembling.

You just pulled him gently toward the bed, guiding him by the hand he still hadn’t let go of. Your fingers stayed laced, even as you moved—like the physical connection was the only thing keeping him tethered.

And maybe it was.

He sat on the edge of the mattress first, eyes scanning the room like he was still half-convinced he didn’t belong in it.

You knelt before him.

Unbuttoned his wet coat. Slid it off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. You unfastened his cuffs, rolled them carefully, your fingertips brushing his wrists.

He watched you the whole time, silent, not tense—but not relaxed either. Not yet.

When you were done, you reached for his hand again.

He let you take it.

You crawled into bed first, tugging him with you, and he followed without resistance. When you lay back and opened your arms, he hesitated just a second—then came down slowly, one arm sliding under your neck, the other draping across your waist.

You pulled him closer.

He buried his face against your shoulder.

And finally—finally—you both breathed.

No words. No apologies. No questions.

Just warmth.

His legs tangled with yours, socked feet brushing against your calves. One of your hands threaded into his hair—carefully, gently, like something sacred. He didn’t flinch.

He sighed.

It was so quiet. But you felt it like a release against your skin.

Your fingers stroked through the dark strands again, over and over, and you felt his body begin to soften. His grip on you loosened—not in fear, but in trust.

You tilted your head and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

He didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

But his hand, resting on your ribs, gave the lightest squeeze.

“I don’t need much,” you whispered. “Just this. Just you.”

His voice was muffled when it came.

“You have me.”

You closed your eyes.

And for the first time since this began, you believed it.

—

Severus didn’t become soft overnight.

He didn’t wake up wrapped around you like he belonged there. He didn’t suddenly start reaching for your hand in public or kiss you without thought. That wasn’t how he was built.

But the trying was unmistakable.

The next morning, he woke before you—quietly untangling himself from your limbs and moving through your quarters like he wasn’t sure what he was allowed to touch.

When you opened your eyes, he was in the kitchen, clumsily trying to figure out your kettle.

He’d made tea. The way you liked it. No sugar, just a bit of cinnamon.

He didn’t say anything when he handed it to you—just watched the way your fingers curled around the mug. And when you reached up, brushed his hand with yours in thanks—he didn’t pull away.

His jaw tensed, slightly. But he let it happen.

That week, he still didn’t hold your hand in the hallways. Still kept a respectful distance when students passed.

But behind closed doors?

You noticed the pauses.

The way he’d hover just a second longer before pulling away from a hug. How his hand would twitch slightly when yours brushed his, like he was on the edge of reaching back—but hadn’t yet convinced himself it was safe.

Once, he brushed your cheek with the back of his fingers while you were reading beside him.

It was so gentle you nearly missed it.

When you looked up, surprised, he blinked like he hadn’t realized he’d done it.

“Was that... alright?” he asked.

You smiled.

“Yes.”

A few days later, you came back to your quarters after class and found something sitting on your desk.

Not a letter. Not a gift.

Just a small bundle of dried flowers—simple, earthy. Not vibrant. Not extravagant.

But intentional.

You picked them up gently, turning them in your fingers. They were carefully tied with twine. Pressed between them, a small folded slip of parchment.

His handwriting was sharp as always. Barely more than a breath.

I saw these and thought of you. I know I don’t always reach first. I’m trying. I want to try.

Your heart clenched.

He didn’t need to say more.

Later that night, he knocked on your door like always. And when you opened it—he reached for you first.

Awkward. Hesitant. But real.

His hand in yours. Just holding.

Not for show. Not for proof.

Just to feel.

And you knew then: this was love.

Not loud. Not easy.

But becoming.

[atdawn]

MERLIN | 2.09 The Lady of the Lake

[lil-elle]

Stealing a Sip of XIKERS Drink

pairs: xikers x gn!reader

genre: fluff!!, crushing, shy boys

word count: 1.7k

content: kisses, um sharing a straw (if that grosses you out?)

a/n: hopefully this'll be my coming back post! ☺️

Minjae:

Jaw dropped and blushing, staring at you like you in disbelief just cast a magic spell or something

Stuttering while trying to ask why you did that, his eyes constantly darting back to the part of the straw your lips just touched, blushing even harder thinking about how you'd just put your mouth on the straw that he'd also put his mouth on

Eyes dropping down to your lips every now and then as you giggle at his panic, finding him cute and innocent

Would be very hesitant to keep drinking it afterwards, being too flustered by the fact he'd be putting his lips somewhere your lips had been

Good luck with actually kissing him, he'll be a mess of stuttering and blushing like crazy

-

Junmin:

The man would freeze, literally, you'd be waving your hand in front of his very red face and he'd just be unresponsive. Lights are on, no one's home

His mind is in chaos. He's screaming and giggling and crying on the inside all at once all while you're standing there like “Junmin? Hellooooo? Anyone home?”

One of the thoughts running through his head would just be “I should kiss them right now”. He won't be able to stop thinking about it. Seeing the way your lips wrapped around the straw that he'd used already made his desire to kiss you sky-rocket 

If he ends up too shy, he'll just throw the drink away and speed walk away, hand clamped over his mouth as fantasies of kissing you play on his head over and over

If all goes well, he'll build up enough courage to just drop the drink, grab your face and kiss you like he wanted to

-

Sumin:

He'd think you were so adorable yo be honest, a soft smile and a pink tint crossing his face

He'd probably just give the rest of the drink to you assuming you actually wanted it, and not that you stole a sip to see him get flustered. If he thinks you want it, he'll give it to you no question, he's that kind of guy

You'd get flustered and tell him your real intentions of wanting to see him embarrassed he'd just giggle and tease you, “if you wanted to kiss me so badly, you could've just asked~”

He'd watch with a smile as you pout and blush, flustered by his words, before he leans in and kisses you softly

After that incident he'd definitely prank you. The next time he's holding a drink, he'd pretend not to pay attention until he sees you creeping up to sneak a sip. Then he'd immediately turn his head so your lips met his rather than the straw and he'd just watch you freak out

-

Jinsik:

Confused at first, just staring at you. He probably wouldn't realise the implications at all first, wouldn't immediately think of the whole “indirect kiss” thing

You might have to whisper to him that you technically just indirectly kissed him, and once he hears that he'll be a blushing and smiling mess

Would insist that he doesn't care about that kind of thing but he'd be smiling and blushing so much, literally giggling and kicking his feet

His eyes would keep lingering on your lips but he wouldn't say anything, he's too much of a gentleman 

You'd have to notice on your own and make the move, and once you do, his head would just be spinning. He'd pull you in shyly, kissing you with a smile on his face

-

Hyunwoo:

Another one that wouldn't immediately know what an indirect kiss is. You'd literally have to explain to him that you put your mouth on something he'd put his mouth on, therefore making in and indirect kiss

Once he understands, he'd be stuttering and blushing, insisting that it's stupid and means absolutely nothing

King of trying to hide his flusteredness by just rambling about how silly it is and how only silly people would believe in something like that

His rambling would be his own downfall, and he'd end up spitting out something like “what's the point of this stupid indirect kiss when you could just kiss me directly-” 

He'd blush but you'd just smile and kiss him, keeping your eyes open to watch his go wide with shock and his face go even redder

-

Junghoon:

I'm almost convinced he just wouldn't care. He'd hand you the rest of the drink assuming you wanted it with his signature straight face

You'd explain to him the whole point and what an indirect kiss is and what you were trying to do and he'd just be like “Oh. You're cute.” With a small smile

From then on he'd always offer you a sip of his drinks, whispering “indirect kiss?” as he hands it to you and you'd just giggle at his cuteness

One day you'd decide to catch him off guard. He'd do his usual thing, handing the drink to you and whispering and you'd just reach up, grab his face and kiss him directly, his eyes going wide

As you'd pull back, it'd be the first time you'd really seen him with a really different expression from his usual one. His cheeks would be a soft pink and his ears would be just bright red. His lips would be parted slightly in shock and his eyes would be so wide you were convinced they'd pop out from their sockets

-

Seeun:

He'd somehow catch you before you were going to do it, snatching the drink away before you could get to it. He'd proceed to laugh, telling you that you need to be more stealthy to get him with that

And so starts the saga of trying to steal sips of his drink without him noticing. Any chance you'd get where you see him with a drink with a straw in it, you'd sneak up and pounce

One day, he'd be super distracted by something and you'd end up actually getting it, to which he'd smirk at you and look into your eyes before leaning down and taking a sip of it himself, holding the eye contact the whole time

He'd smirk as you go red from him turning the tables on you, and he'd just chuckle and poke you on the forehead teasingly

He'd land the final blow by saying “if that's how red you get from an indirect kiss, I'm looking forward to when I actually kiss you~” leaving you absolutely stunned

-

Yujun:

He'd be so flustered but I think he'd just giggle be so cute about it. He'd insist that you two share the drink while blushing and smiling super wide

The whole time the two of you are sharing the drink he would not be able to stop smiling. In his head he'd be freaking out about how cute you are and how romantic the situation is but he'd be trying not to let it show on his face

It'd become a habit between you two, buying a drink you both like and sharing it. It just makes you feel so close and bonded and happy

One day Seeun would see you two doing this and immediately start teasing you, insisting that you two should just kiss already and stop acting like primary school crushes. You'd both go red and look at each other, his eyes falling to your lips before he quickly turns away

The next time he'd be buying a drink for you two, you would've gotten over Seeun's teasing, back to your normal routine. At least, that's what you think until Yujun watches you take a sip and almost immediately brings his lips to yours afterwards, giving you the most soft and gentle kiss ever

-

Hunter:

He'd just smile and tilt his head at you, amused and finding you adorable. He wouldn't say anything after you look up at him and you'd start getting flustered

You'd explain to him the indirect kiss thing, thinking he doesn't realise, but he'd confirm that he knows, he just thinks you're so cute and he'd confess that he just wants to kiss you for real

He'd keep smiling as you blush and get flustered and he'd just offer you the rest of his drink, trying to be cheeky and just making you more flustered

He'd always make it a habit to offer you sips of his drinks even though you'd always decline while blushing and he'd just be like “awww what about our indirect kiss?” in a fake sad tone just to fluster you more 

He'd never ever try to actually kiss you without you saying so or making the first move, he'd just tease you and flirt with you until you give in and kiss him

-

Yechan:

He'd actually get offended like, how dare you steal some of his yummy drink that he was enjoying ????

He wouldn't even think about the indirect kiss thing because he's too busy getting revenge on you by tickling you or poking you or by little you up and swinging you around like a ragdoll

He'd only realise it later when he's alone. He'd zone out staring at the straw and suddenly the thought of “they put their lips where mine had been…” and then he'd just be blushing and giggling, throwing his head back and covering his face, kicking his feet like crazy in his bed until Junmin leans over from the top bunk and tells him to stop with an annoyed tone

He'd stop flailing but he'd just sit there giggling and staring the straw of his drink like a lovesick boy

The next time he has a drink, he'd offer a sip to you which would just completely throw you off because of how he literally attacked you when you stole some of his drink first. You'd honestly think it was a trap, like he was trying to test you but you'd carefully accept and take a sip. He'd giggle and just happily say “thanks!” before waddling away, leaving you so confused

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[yanderes-galore]

Enki Ankarian (Fear and Hunger) with a priest reader Romantic/Platonic 🪲 [Shiny Bug Anon]

I haven't actually written for Enki yet, so here's my attempt :)

Yandere! Enki Ankarian with Dark Priest! Darling

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Religious themes, Dark themes, Manipulation, Protective/Possessive behavior, Necromancy, Blood, Death, Dubious companionship/relationship.

Enki is a soul who craves knowledge.

The reason he came to the dungeons was to learn due to his nature as a Dark Priest and someone with the Enlightened Soul.

Enki's antisocial and probably didn't even speak with his fellow priests often unless it was to learn or perform rituals.

He's frail yet rude and closed-off compared to the rest of the main cast.

He's confident in his skills, that being magic and intelligence.

As a result, when you meet him he may seem arrogant to the average person.

Enki didn't expect to meet anyone in the dungeons except for Le'Garde.

Yet when he's drawn to one of the libraries in the dungeons to investigate the ritual circle there and learn more from the books... he meets you.

Enki doesn't get close to people.

He keeps relationships with others, especially in these dungeons, as partnerships to benefit from.

It's never usually personal.

Enki pauses when he sees a fellow priest in front of him.

He's indifferent at first until he sees you seated by the ritual circle while reading a book.

You were most likely reading about certain rituals to call upon the gods for power or insight in these dungeons.

Not wanting to be a threat, and possible wanting to learn from you, Enki greets you.

At first the interaction is tense.

You look at him like you aren't sure if he exists.

Yet soon you snap out of it and ask about him.

"Oh, yet another priest tempted by forbidden knowledge, I see? How intriguing... care to join me? That is... unless you're foe more than friend."

After your original tense attitude between each other... you two soon become rather amiable in the library.

Enki is hesitant as he's learning everything's dangerous in this place.

But soon he sees you as not a threat in this place.

In fact, you're another way he can get closer to enlightenment with all your knowledge.

Enki would get along with you as a fellow priest for the most part due to your shared desire to learn more.

His first few encounters with you are... mixed.

He loves combing through books of spells and gods with you.

Limitless power... limitless magic... limitless knowledge.

He likes your shared goals yet is still closed-off enough to not consider you anything more than an acquaintance.

Enki's obsession speed is probably the slowest out of the main characters.

He takes a long time before considering you close to him, even if you are a fellow priest.

He just... isn't used to such connections.

He's used to going against morality, he's used to taboo.

He prioritizes necromancy and blood magic... Which makes me think, out of all the main cast, he could do horrendous things to get what he wants.

If he felt obsessed with you, which he eventually will be, there's probably nothing he wouldn't do.

You being a fellow priest seeking knowledge may actually speed up his obsession speed more than anything else.

He finds himself seeking you out in the dungeons to see what you've learned.

It's transactional, often giving each other gifts to help one another out.

Yet... Enki finds himself enjoying your presence more than he thought.

Usually with others he finds speaking to them... irritating.

Although, your conversations with one another have often involved sharing knowledge.

So that's most likely why he enjoys your presence.

He likes your presence enough to invite you deeper into the dungeons, searching for answers and knowledge together.

By the end of your shared journey... he may not even let you part from him.

He's frail yet together you two can handle yourselves with destruction and restoration spells.

Enki feels... flattered when you offer him scrolls or books to peak at.

He was originally going to learn more alone...

But now he can't help but feel anxious when you're not in sight.

Subconsciously he finds himself... protective of you.

He isn't quite sure why... but perhaps he does resent the idea of you getting hurt.

Although, if anything really did happen... who's to say he doesn't just bring you back with a ritual and incantation.

Such a thing definitely would come into play later.

He's so determined to reach enlightenment that he can't see your... hesitation.

You're on edge due to the sights you've seen, the spells you cast taxing on the mind.

In fact, it wouldn't be surprising if Enki's obsession started getting worse due to low mind.

The more spells Enki casts, the more deranged he gets due to the nature of it.

Enki's used to it, knowledge comes with a cost.

Yet as he loses his mind, he finds himself clinging to you.

He keeps you close and whispers about how you're both so close.

Soon... you both can learn all there is to offer in this world.

As you go deeper, you feel more on edge.

You knew the risks, you already knew going this deep comes with a cost...

But Enki keeps getting worse.

He keeps dragging you along, refusing to let you leave.

You can't leave... you can't leave him...

Not when you're so close.

Despite your protests, Enki's too focused on your supposedly shared goal.

When you begin to fight him, to reason...

Enki stops you.

You're both so close.

Don't you want to reach enlightenment with him?

Don't you wish to sit on the throne?

To enter the void?

When you continue to fight, to show that you'd rather leave the dungeons than stay with him...

You two fight... with the last of your health and mind...

Only for Enki to strike you down, a similar action he's done before with another one he's loved.

Personal connections... how troublesome.

He doesn't even care if he's insane at this point.

Yet he definitely loses the last of his mind when he sees you dead before him, blood trickling from your wounds and onto the cold ground.

Without too much more thinking, this would be when he makes you a ghoul.

The unfortunate part is you lose your mind... he really wishes he could avoid this...

But he's already too attached to care.

Ghoul or not, Enki's determined to keep you with him when he reaches enlightenment.

You're the only one he's allowed this close to his heart...

Perhaps there's a reason he isn't close to many as a dark priest....

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Secrets of the Heart - Marauders Era

Chapter 1 - Mysterious Girl

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The Hogwarts Express rumbled steadily along the tracks, casting brief shadows over the green hills of the Scottish countryside. Inside, the atmosphere was lively, students catching up after the summer, exchanging stories, laughter, and occasionally, a whispered spell. But in a quiet compartment near the back of the train, one student sat alone, staring out the window.

Aurora shifted uncomfortably in her seat, fingers absentmindedly tracing the lines of the Beauxbatons crest on her old bag, which now lay discarded on the seat beside her. The sky outside was starting to darken as they neared Hogwarts, and with every passing minute, her nerves tightened. It wasn’t the first time she had transferred to a new school; her parents’ jobs had made sure of that. But Hogwarts was different. Beauxbatons had been elegant, refined—a reflection of its students. Hogwarts, on the other hand, had an air of unpredictability, like anything could happen here.

As the train began to slow, signaling their arrival, Aurora stood up, smoothing the hem of her robes, which bore the colors of her new house. The hat had barely hesitated before calling out "Hufflepuff" when she had arrived earlier that summer. She wasn't sure what she'd expected, but it was a strange comfort to be placed in the house known for loyalty and kindness.

Her reflection in the glass, however, told a different story. Dark eyes, sharp features, and a natural intensity in her expression made her seem more suited to Slytherin or, at the very least, Ravenclaw. She'd long since grown used to the way people reacted when they first met her. A look of surprise or even mild alarm, followed by a careful retreat, as though her presence might cause something dangerous to happen. It was the same at Beauxbatons. Maybe here, it would be no different.

Stepping off the train, Aurora followed the bustling crowd towards the carriages that would take them to the castle. She felt eyes on her, a few curious glances, but no one said anything. The crowd surged forward as the massive silhouette of Hogwarts loomed in the distance, its towers outlined by the glowing orange sky. She couldn’t deny the excitement building in her chest—perhaps this could be a new beginning. Perhaps.

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The Great Hall buzzed with energy as the students filed in for the welcome feast. The enchanted ceiling mirrored the stormy sky outside, making the candlelight seem warmer in contrast. Aurora lingered at the entrance, feeling small in the grand expanse of the hall, yet determined to make this her own. She spotted the long Hufflepuff table and quietly slipped into an empty seat near the edge, away from most of the activity.

She hadn’t even settled fully before she could feel it again—people noticing her. A few whispers down the table. A couple of students from Gryffindor House even cast curious glances her way, but she kept her gaze fixed on her plate.

At the far end of the Gryffindor table, four boys sat, deep in conversation, though their attention gradually shifted to the newcomer. James Potter, with his untidy hair and round glasses, elbowed Sirius Black, who looked like he was barely containing his laughter over some joke. Remus Lupin sat calmly beside them, though his tired eyes followed James' glance toward the Hufflepuff table. Peter Pettigrew, slightly nervous but always eager to join in, craned his neck to see what had captured his friends' attention.

"Who's that?" James asked, pushing his glasses further up his nose.

"The one with the stormy face?" Sirius asked, flashing his mischievous grin. "Looks like a Slytherin dressed in Hufflepuff robes."

Remus chuckled softly. "Doesn't seem like she wants to talk to anyone."

"Maybe she just transferred," Peter suggested, fidgeting with the food on his plate. "I heard some students from Beauxbatons are here this year."

James perked up at that. "Beauxbatons, eh? Fancy."

Sirius leaned back in his seat, still eyeing the girl across the hall. "Well, whatever she is, she’s interesting."

As Dumbledore stood to begin his opening speech, the boys' attention finally shifted away from Aurora. But the quiet whispers and curious looks hadn't gone unnoticed. She could feel their eyes, their assumptions, just like always. She sighed inwardly, focusing on her food, trying to push the tension out of her mind.

As the feast began in earnest, Aurora let herself relax. She glanced around at the other students—chatting, laughing, sharing their excitement for the new year. It was a world that felt familiar yet foreign to her, and while she longed to be a part of it, there was always something that kept her on the outside. Maybe it was her look, or maybe it was something deeper, something she couldn't quite define.

But here, in the warmth of the Great Hall, under the enchanted ceiling and among hundreds of unfamiliar faces, Aurora allowed herself to hope that maybe this time, things could be different.

At the Gryffindor table, Sirius caught her eye for just a moment. He smiled—a playful, teasing kind of smile. She raised an eyebrow, lips twitching slightly, before returning to her meal. Sirius chuckled, leaning over to James.

"Definitely interesting."

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A/N - This is my first time writing a longer story! I will probably be posting new chapters every Friday on here and Wattpad (same username). I hope you all enjoy :)

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Miracles don't exist | 38: The day I lost you

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): idk man... lot happens here A/n: y'all are not gonna be happy with next week, let me tell you that [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

"Well, well. What brings you here, Potter?"

You whip around. Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle stand with their wands pointed at the two of you.

Harry moves in front of you, handing you the diadem. "I could ask you the same."

"You have something of mine. I'd like it back." His eyes flicker towards the wand in Harry's hand. Oh… your cousin lost his wand to Harry? How interesting.

"Draco", you say cautiously, drawing the attention towards you. "Stop, please. Think for a moment. Is this really what you want? Or is this Uncle Lucius' ideas of the world?"

The blond's wand lowers for a moment before he renews his stance. "I have to… You know I have to." Sorrow fills his face briefly before it's gone and replaced with an angry sneer pointed at Harry.

"Come on, Draco", whispers Goyle, egging your cousin on. "Don't be a prat. Do him."

Draco seems to hesitate for a moment. His eyes flickered between Harry and you.

Suddenly, a spell gets cast from behind you and disarms Draco. You gasp, whipping around. Hermione and Ron are absolutely soaked and Hermione has a triumphant look on her face.

Goyle fires the killing curse at her and Hermione manages to deflect it. The three Slytherin boys run off with Ron in pursuit.

The diadem has managed to fly out of Harry's hands and landed on top of a pile of old furniture. The three of you climb and struggle against the tables and chairs and even a pair of couch cushions before Harry manages to finally grab the diadem.

Once back on the ground, you have not even a minute to collect yourself before Run comes running back, screaming something. "Goyle's set the bloody place on fire!", he yells out as he passes you, grabbing Hermione's hand and sprinting away.

A gigantic snake made of fire comes slithering around the corned and opens its beak. "Oh shit!", you yell and follow after Hermione and Ron.

The heat is scorching as flames fill the chamber. You conjure a wall of water but it boils almost immediately. Harry pulls you away before a fire dragon bakes you like a cake.

In the scuffle, the four of you have worked yourself to a dead end, fire on three sides and a wall of trunks on the other. You look around and spot a couple of brooms. You sigh deeply, knowing what needs to be done.

"Here!", you throw the brooms towards the others and you push yourself off. Don't look down. Don't look down. Don't look down.

"Come on! This way!" Ron points towards the exit, but your eyes catch something.

It's Daco! He has started to climb up a tower to escape the flames, but it's catching up to him. "Draco!", you yell, catching the attention of the blond. You steer your broom towards him and hold out your hand, ignoring the protest of the others.

The first time you miss, a panicked cry escapes you. The second time it's a success and you let Draco take the reigns of the broom.

You escape just barely thanks to Hermione and you come to a screeching halt outside of the chamber. Rolling over the ground, you manage to snatch Draco's leg and pull him towards you.

"You prick! You daft idiot! You bloody nitwit! You-!" A feeling like being stabbed before heat burning your insides makes you stop your assault. You crumple to the ground, gasping for air.

Something weird is happening. It's cold. So so cold. Doesn't matter that you've just escaped the fire pits of hell. You're freezing and Draco's hands scorch your skin.

He looks over you in concern, the same look in his eyes he had in the toilets last year. "What's happening?! Do something?!", he yells out to the Golden Trio.

The conversation that they have is muffled as you focus on your cousin. "Go", you whisper, clutching his arm. "Flee. Now is your chance."

Draco nods and starts sprinting away. Ron wants to chase him but your hand on his wrist stops him. You've managed to get yourself in a sitting position, resting against a wall. "Please."

Ron hesitates for a moment but stands down eventually. He goes to Hermione and wraps a comforting arm around her shoulders.

"What's the plan next?", you ask, dusting off your pants. You're still unsteady on your feet but you need to continue.

"The snake", is all Harry says and you nod. Because you know. You've always felt her, deep down. The way she acted around you, all points towards her being a Horrcrux.

You nod and follow after them. They need every help they can get.

You're shooting spells left and right, disarming Death Eaters and pulling students out of danger's way. Sometimes a Death Eater recognises you. Some hesitate to attack you, others use unforgivables without a second thought. You make sure those get sent right back to their sender.

Eyes scanning across the stairway to check if it's safe, something catches your eye. Or rather… someone. Dark curls stick to a sweaty and bloody forehead as he is struck down by a Death Eater.

You can't stop yourself and call out his name. "THEODORE!" You raise your wand and with a powerful blast, the wizard that towered over him is disintegrated to dust.

Ignoring the calls for your name, you rush towards Theo and grab his face. Tears fill your eyes as you brush off the Death Eater dust, the rough texture of an outgrown stubble a new but welcome feeling. A laugh escapes you at the big, dumbfounded look he gives you.

With a trembling hand, he traces calloused fingertips over your lips. He seems mesmerised, not believing that it's really you. "You're just as beautiful as the day I lost you."

A sob escapes you before crashing your lips against his. Theo lets out a 'hmmpf!' before closing his eyes, a hand holding the back of your neck. Your hand travels from his chest to his face, cradling it and keeping him close.

For a moment, the two of you forget the war raging around you and just kiss like your life depends on it. It's only you and him back at the summer home. A low hum escapes you, and you feel Theo smile against your lips.

A spell exploding next to your faces makes the two of you jump up and you fling a spell back at the caster. You look back down to Theodore. His eyes are wide and his lips parted. Unconsciously you bite your bottom lip as you help him off the ground.

For a moment the two of you stare at each other before you snap out of it and begin to fight back to back. Your hands are clasped together as you pull each other out of harm's way.

As Theo pushes you to hide behind a pillar, something weird happens. The fighting stops.

The Dark Lord's voice echoes through your head and you clutch on tightly to Theo. "You have fought valiantly… but in vain, I do not wish this. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a terrible waste. I therefore command my forces to retreat. In their absence, dispose of your dead with dignity."

Theo clutches his head in pain as the speaking finally stops. Around you, Death Eaters disappear in clouds of black. The castle is destroyed and bodies litter the hallways.

"Are you okay? Nothing hurts?", you ask quickly, grabbing Theo's head in yours and wiping away dust. He gives you a small smile while holding your hands.

Looking around, you swallow thickly. "Let's… let's go to the Great Hall." Theo helps you over debris and down the stairs, his hands never leaving yours.

Once you've passed the threshold, your eyes scan around. Looking for familiar faces. Dead or alive. You see many classmates luckily alive. But also a few that haven't gotten so lucky. Swallowing thickly, you watch as Professor Trewlany covers Lavender Brown's lifeless body with a thick blanket.

A call of your and Theo's names pulls you away and Sirius comes limping towards the both of you. Letting out a relieved sigh, you rush towards the man and hug him.

"Oh praise Merlin. Glad you're alive. Both of you." Sirius holds you close while he clasps Theo's shoulder. "Good to see you, son."

"Likewise, sir", nods Theo.

For a moment, even if it's just brief, almost all the people you care about are safe with you. If you only knew where Draco ran off to…

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Broooo your smuts 🥵🥵 and you do watersports?? Can you do something about the twst cast taking it in their mouth? Whether reader is riding/fucking their face or character is holding them down and forcing it, but humiliation + piss PLEASEEE. The riddle gangbang when he got stuck on the knot is so hot that i wanted to send something abt it but its rare to see watersports in twst lol

Also can i be 💦 anon?

Sjsjsns I have an anon now? Yes definitely you can be 💦 anon. And thank you for enjoying my writing! I'm not gonna write all characters at once cause that's a lot, so I'll write for the dorm leaders for now. Will probably write more characters later but gonna start with them for now. Also this got a but more out of hand and kinda become more of what its like being in a relationship with them and piss kink activities snsndndn. There's still some humiliation there but these became more generalized.

TWST Dorm Leaders and MC/Reader's Piss Scenarios/Headcanons

Content Warning: some guys have dicks some guys have cunts, piss, piss drinking (both on purpose and accidental), golden showers, piss marking, piss being used as tea, humiliation and praise, dom/sub dynamics, unhealthy jealousy, dubcon scenarios (mostly just being annoyed), whatever the fancy word is for finding crying hot

(Note: MC/Reader and each character (seperate at least this time) have a pre-established relationship)

Riddle

At first, Riddle wants nothing to do with piss. The first time he accidentally pisses himself while you two are intimate, everything stops immediately, and he's crying, apologizing, everything. Even when you tell him you like piss, when he feels like he's about to pee himself, Riddle safewords and goes to the bathroom. He seems really embarrassed and, at this point, your sex life is mostly vanilla with him, so you don't push the subject really. But now you have to find a different way to get your piss fix, so you decide to pursue some solo fantasies, one of them just so happens to include drinking piss from a teacup.

So, one day you're chilling in your bedroom at the Ramshackle dorm, pouring your own piss from a teapot into a little cup, when you're pulled away for a moment because Grim got his claws stuck in a couch cushion. Just as you're pulling Grim's claws out, trying to not hurt him or ruin the couch, Riddle decides to stop in for a visit. Not even thinking, you tell Riddle to just wait in your room until you get Grim free. Once you finally do, you get back to your room to find your boyfriend has poured himself his own cup and sipping with a delighted smile. You pause in the doorway as he finishes the cup and asks you "I don't think I've ever had this type of tea before? It's a strange taste, but also an enjoyable one. I quite like it." You take a deep breath, step into your room, and close the door behind you. "Riddle," you say in a calm voice, "I love you, so I won't lie to you. That isn't tea. That's my... urine."

After a beat of silence, Riddle screams, face red, cup dropped, and collars you with his spell on instinct. Riddle is panicking. He just told his partner, the person he loves dearly, that he likes the taste of their piss. He's in such a state if panic that he doesn't even think to question why your piss would be in a teapot in the first place. It takes a moment to calm him down and get him to a point he can have a coherent thought. You apologize to him and explain your piss kink, hoping that he won't dump you for this. His face is still red and his hands are shaking, but he talks with you. Riddle is still hesitant, but the fact that he loves you and apparently likes the taste if your pee has him come to the conclusion that he wants to try this fetish out with you.

After trying some stuff out, Riddle finds that he ABSOLUTELY has a piss kink too and gets very subby with anything piss related. You controlling his bladder, watching him piss, pressing on his bladder, you holding his little dick as he pees for you. All of it riles him up and has him melting for you. Though, his favorite piss related activities have to do with drinking your piss. It's almost like he'd addicted. From him giving you head and pissing on his face, you riding/fucking his face and forcing your piss down his throat. It's so good. It's also now a regular thing for your dates to include one of you pissing into a teapot and making eyes at each other while you sip on your cups.

Leona

Leona is not shy about his piss kink. Every time he fucks you, he has to either pee on your or inside you. It's also a regular occurrence for him to piss on you or make you open you mouth and drink his piss at random times. What's really happening is either he can smell his sent is fading off of you or he smells someone else's scent on you. Everyone needs to know that you're his. The other beastmen can smell it plain as day and know to treat you both with respect and fear because of Leona's claim on you. But, non-beastmen have a hard time picking up on it.

You're hanging out with your buddies during lunch when someone gets a bit too close to you. At points this person would even wrap an arm around you. You pull his arm off you the first time, but, when he does it again, you chew the guy out and you and your buddies kick him out of the table. Still, there was enough of him getting to close to you where Ruggie decided to snap a picture and send it to Leona.

Now, Leona's been having a shit day already, so, when he sees a picture of you and someone else's hand on your shoulder, he is livid. It's not long before he is storming into the cafeteria, pulling you away, and dragging you to a secluded area of the garden. You try to ask him what's wrong, but he just growls for you to get on your knees. You've had enough of his shit though. Anytime he's in a mood, he thinks he can just wip his dick out and have you take care of him. Well, now you're pissed. You've been having a shit day too.

"No!" You growl back. "I'm tired of always being the urinal.. You get on YOUR knees for once!"

Leona is taken aback. His cheeks turn a light shade of red, and he turns his back to you. "Tsk, if you're not into it-"

"That's not what I said, and you know it!" You yank on his tail, making him hiss. "Now, if you want to pee on me, get on your knees and let me pee on you first."

Leona hesitates. You grab a fistful of Leona's hair and tug both his tail and hair at the same time. This time you earn a mewl from the beastman. "Yes or no, Leona."

"F-fine." Leona mutters.

Now, Leona is on his knees in front of you as you undress yourself, freeing yourself to reveal your lower body. You grab his hair and yank it, making him look up at you. You take a breath in, relaxing, and your stream starts. It starts weak but quickly gets to full force as you drench his face. You aim your stream downward, soaking his uniform. He groans, and you can see his cock start to get hard through his pants. You focus your stream on his cock and watch as he begins stroking himself through the wet fabric.

And that's how you learn how to get Leona into a subspace. Turns out Leona is a little piss slut who becomes the perfect fuck toy when you give him a golden shower. He'll deny it with a blush and fight you whenever you want to dom, but simply sitting next to Leona and complaining you need to take a piss will get him on his knees between your legs. You also discovered you can get Leona to cum untouched by simply pissing on his face and calling him things like "a desperate little kitten" and "my pretty urinal slut."

Azul

Azul crying during sex is a common occurrence. The first time he squirted ink had Azul sobbing, but you were able to convince him you actually found it very sexy by licking up what ink you could. Azul finally gets that it turns you on, but still it embarrass him to no end. He still cries just about every time you have sex with him. You were concerned at first, but you can't help but find his tears cute and even sexy. Azul is a needy sub, crying as he begs for you to fill his cunt with your cock/strap, and will whine for you to make him cum again and again until he can't physically take it anymore. He needs you to fuck him and ruin his cunt, slap it, stretch it wide open, just abuse it.

Though, one day you stuff Azul a bit too much. You double stuff him, fucking his cunt with a two dildo strap/a dildo and your cock. Azul cums HARD and becomes an absolute mess. He squirts ink all over your torso along with covering you in piss. He's out of it af first, but, as soon as he realizes what happened, he's freaking out and sobbing. You have to stop everything you're doing and go into comfort mode. It takes a while but he finally calms down. Again, he's hesitant when you say you find it sexy, but you eventually convince him. The two of you don't really bring it up again for a while until Azul asks you about why you like it one day. He admits to looking up some watersports stuff and wants to try some stuff with you. What he really wants though, is for you to control his bladder.

One day, you're bringing him big glass of water to his office while Jade and Floyd are there, and Azul tries to play everything off as normal with a very obvious blush on his face. Jade and Floyd can at least tell you're there for fun and not work, so they leave you and their boss alone.

Kalim

Not really humiliated once he figures out he has a piss kink. Just loves drinking your pee, begs for it with puppy dog eyes. Him figuring it out is an adventure though. You were fucking his cunt hard with your strap/cock. He was just so out of it and he thought he was just gonna squirt, but he just ended up pissing all over you. Post nut clarity had him apologizing with a deep blush, but you telling him you're into it has him relieved and surprisingly very excited. He ends up drinking a lot of water before having sex with you and pissing all over you when you fuck him. When your bring up you pissing on him, Kalim is ALL for it.

The first time you pissed on him, he got unbelievably turned on, jerking off his clit while your stream soaks his hair and chest. When you tell him to open his mouth, he eagerly opens it. You don't even have to tell him to drink, as soon as your piss touches his tongue, he's drinking it down. Turns out, he loves the taste of your piss. It actually becomes almost an addiction for him. He gives you a pleading look daily and will pull you into whatever semi-private place he can get to so you can piss down his throat. And please, PLEASE, runs your fingers through his hair and call him a good boy as he drinks your piss. He'll be happy to eat your cunt out/suck you cock too! Especially if him getting you off rewards him with your piss.

Does Jamil learn about Kalim's kink? Yes, yes he does. Who else would do Kalim's laundry? He doesn't say anything, but you do notice the look he gives you sometimes. Its actually kinda funny. Kalim will give you puppy dog eyes, and Jamil will glare at the two of you.

Vil

Vil is mostly a dom and is definitely the type to have a discussion about kinks before actually doing anything together. At first, he wants nothing to do with piss, he finds it kinda gross but won't tell you that when he finds out it's a major kink for you. It's a soft no for him (at first) when it comes to subbing. As a dom, he can't see himself getting off to it, but he's willing to do some watersports for your sake. It starts out rather tame with him giving you golden showers and gracing you with allowing you to drink his piss.

One day though, something clicks. You mentioned trying out some bladder control, which he agrees to, so he comes up with a little scenario. By the time he lets you pee, he has you crouched with your legs spread on a table/bed with him holding a champagne glass up to your urethra. He commands you to piss until the glass is filled a bit and then commands you to stop. He holds the glass to your lips and makes you drink. He repeats this a couple of times and gets curious. You love drinking piss. There has to be something to it. Why doesn't he have a taste. He takes a sip, and it all goes down hill from there.

He still usually doms you, but, when he subs, oh boy. He tries to act all put together, but once he's fully in subspace he's begging for your piss. Call him a dirty slut as you piss all over him and make him lick up your piss from the ground. Make him hold his piss until he can't hold it anymore and point his cock to his face as he pisses all over himself. You're cleaning the mess though once the session is over, but you also get to enjoy a nice bath with Vil as well.

Idia

Idia is shy when it comes to anything dealing with romance let alone sex, so there's no way he's telling you he has a piss kink. Luckily, with you often just spending time in his room while he is busy gaming means you've been through a good amount of his manga collection where he's done a pretty bad job of hiding his hentai.

One day, you get the opportunity to introduce watersports to your sexlife with Idia. Idia is so focused on his gaming because of an online event, he just tells you to come into his room without him scrambling to last minute clean whenever you visit. You enter and are ready to just chill on Idia's bed when you notice a bottle sitting on the floor by Idia's desk, a bottle with a suspiciously yellow liquid. You go over to his desk and pick the bottle up. Confused, Idia looks over and freezes as you examine the bottle. Before Idia can freak out, you unscrew the cap and start drinking. Idia watches and you take gulp after gulp and finish the bottle with a sigh. You comment that "he should drink more water" but, instead of responding, Idia just faints.

This event does open the door for talking more about sex with Idia though, but whenever you do Idia is getting hard by just talking about it. Once watersports is introduced into your sexlife, it goes from 0 to 100 almost immediately. Idia is absolutely ravenous. Idia already loves it when you sit on his face and now, with the element of you pissing in his face and in his mouth, he's cumming untouched as you drench him. Mix your degrading words with some praise and he's absolutely in subspace. Use him as your urinal PLEASE! Just mention the need to go to the bathroom, and he's fully in subspace and is on his knees.

He also loves pissing on you and you controlling his bladder, but his favorite thing is when you hold his dick as he pisses. Now whenever he has a serious gaming session, he has empty bottles ready. He just gives you a signal, and you pull his cock out of his pants and hold it along with the bottle for him to piss in. Does he always get hard whenever this happens? Yes, but you gladly jerk/suck him off as well.

Malleus

Malleus already has a big thing for marking you with bites and hickies and you marking him back is a serious turn on. One day though, you greet Malleus and his usual smile turns into a frown as he leans in and sniffs you. You know fae have a better sense of smell than humans some on par of most beastmen. Apparently, Malleus smells your friends' scents more than his own and is upset by it. Without thinking, you joke about him claiming you with his piss, and Malleus looks at you with a light bulb going turning on in his head. He's never thought about doing that before, but now he really wants to.

So, now Malleus regularly marks you with his piss. It can be during sex or just casually when you two are hanging out. There will be times you two are walking together outside of the Ramshackle dorm and Malleus starts sucking and nibbling on your neck. You immediately know what that means and your nightly outdoor makeout session starts. You hand easily slips into Malleus's pants and rub your fingers along Malleus's slit. Malleus moans into your mouth as you slip your fingers inside and run your fingers along the tips of his still sheathed cocks. It doesn't take long for his cocks and balls to slip out of his slit and into your hands. You're undoing each others bottoms and Malleus's cocks rut against your stomach. That's when Malleus starts to piss all over your torso as you two continue to makeout. Malleus whines when you pull away, but laying against some rubble and opening you legs to reveal your cock/cunt has him eagerly and his knees for you and begging you to mark him too. You grab his horns and pull his face to your cock/cunt and begin pissing on him. He moans as you drench his hair and face. He eagerly opens his mouth and lets you piss fill his mouth and drip down his chin.

All the beastmen and fae can smell Malleus's scent on you. Even if you wash yourself after, Malleus's scent is strong and they avoid you in fear of Malleus getting jealous. Your scent on Malleus isn't as strong, so he asks you to mark him whenever he smells your scent fading or after he bathes. Yeah, he can't go out in public being soaked in your urine, but some quick magic dries him off and makes him presentable while leaving the scent of your piss marking on him.

[worshippin]

i feel bad to even say this but it has been nagging at me so.

one of the reasons why the "main character" statements have been made about imogen is bc of the exact thing she did in ep107: completely hijacking fearne's moment. i mean, woof.

i know they're friends playing a game, i know laura probably didn't mean it/was playing into imogen's panicked headspace (she apologized in the moment) and i usually love laura's choices in any campaign, but man.. it's very frustrating. it's not the first time and it's very disheartening. it made me so uncomfortable and really angry on fearne's behalf, especially when it's clear that ashley isn't a fast-paced player and her choices take time -- not only when she acts but as she awaits the results. whenever something is happening that is imogen-centric everyone keeps quiet or say encouraging words but ultimately let her decide, but when it's fearne that is center stage everyone keeps pulling this kind of shit and not letting her have her choices breathe and unravel, letting her control how she wants her narrative to play out.

matt is a great DM and it's very obvious he makes sure to pull ashley in and give her opportunities for fearne to shine, and sometimes his gentle steering pays off greatly so that she allows herself to make any choice, no matter how bold, but in the end he does have to account for everyone's input as well-- which is to say, it can't only be his responsibility to uplift her and as of late it sometimes feels like it is? and idk it's not... great. and look, all things considered this is a show, so it's very frustating to watch.

like, when imogen went home to her dad fearne was nothing but supportive and made sure to ask how imogen was feeling and what was the course of action they were to take and she basically knighted herself as imogen's best friend, protector and follower. imogen had her big familial moment (and lbr she keeps having them). and now it's fearne turn to deal with her daddy issues and imogen can't wait ten fucking seconds for fearne's decision about wether to ally themselves with her father or not? fearne was already conflicted. she didn't feel guilty about the prospect of killing zathuda, but she was hesitating for a reason. she was interested in what he was telling her and what other information she could extract from him. and that's what matters. and that's why it was frustrating to have that taken away so quickly. it felt dismissive of not only fearne's story but of ashley's play. iirc travis was expecting and seemed excited for her to do something big - maybe cast a spell on gloamglut (i was on the edge of my seat thinking she was gonna tame that dragon or polymorph him!). ashton and braius were worried about the dragon and the temple crumbling on top of them; orym was also worried about the dragon and being diplomatic. but imogen popped off before giving fearne a chance. and y'know, sure, idk, maybe i am reading too much into it! maybe my love for fearne is making me see things a bit too harshly. but it doesn't feel like that. it feels like (another) opportunity wasted.

now i do hope this gets addressed next ep, in some way shape or form. one could argue this was just imogen panicking and trying to prevent them from getting separated again, like when ludinus tried to take fearne away. but eh, at this point i doubt that's how she feels (i mean, i sure hope. but wish is a 9th level spell and i don't have access to those yet). she just wanted to kill zathuda.

TL;DR the fact that she attacked before zathuda answered fearne completely derailed everything and shifted the focus from fearne. and yeah, sure, imogen is not the main character. but sometimes it feels like she wants to be, to control everything, fearne's feelings and choices be damned. i don't think anyone in the cast is careless or purposefully dismissive. i don't think it came from a place of malice, of course not. maybe it's just what imogen would do: unknowingly interrupting every moment. it happened. and it keeps happening. but fearne deserves better.

[justtwotired]

Regulus Black coffee shop AU

It was stupid, Merlin why did it all have to be this way? Maybe he shouldn't do it... no he had to, he was the only one that knew and no one would believe him... a death eater.

Walking trough the muggle village, Regulus was having a war with himself and really wondering what to do with the information he had been walking around with for about a year now, probably longer.

He finally graduated Hogwarts about two months ago and was now trying to escape his parents for a while, having grown really sick of them and their mindset.

His eyes fell on a small coffee shop on the corner of the street and after a bit of hesitation, he decided to head inside, having some Muggle money in his pockets anyway.

When he walked inside, a small bell that hung at the door made a dinging sound. There where a few customers but no one behind the counter.

Suddenly a girl stumbled out of a door which Regulus assumed let to the kitchen. "Well to bad, I'm not getting ze groceries either, I did it yesterday, zo that will be a you problem, Amber!" The girl said to someone still on the other side of the door.

Her eyes fell on Regulus who was awkwardly standing there and she smiled. "Oh, 'ello there, 'ow can I 'elp you?" She smiled, Regulus noticed she had a French accent. He blinked at her for a moment, she was absolutely beautiful, but he quickly scolded himself mentally.

"Oh, Uhm, could I have a coffee?" He asked and she nodded. "Yes, of course, just a normal coffee?" She questioned. "Yes, just black, no sugar no milk." He nodded. "Alright, and your name?" She looked up at him.

"Regulus." He said and she smiled and wrote it down. "That's R-e-g-u-l-u-s? Like the star?" She spelled and he nodded. "Yeah." He said, a bit amused, yet hiding it from the girl.

"Alright, take a seat, I'll call you when it's done." She said and walked to the espresso machine. He went to sit down and just looked around, mostly at her. She also helped two girls that came in and sat down two tables away from him.

She was incredibly beautiful, it was almost unnatural, though he didn't want to stare, not wanting to look like a creep.

"Regulus!" She called his name and he stood up, walking over to get his coffee, muttering a quick thanks before walking back to his seat and sitting down.

After a while, he stood up and walked over to the counter, putting the empty cup in the trash. "Can I pay?" He asked and she smiled at him. "Yes of course, that will be 2 pounds please." She said and he fished in his pocket and handed her the money.

"All good, thank you, have a great day." She gave him a genuine smile and he nodded and left.

A few days later, Regulus found himself back again. She looked up at the sound of the bell as she had been leaning against the counter, a book in her hand.

"Goodmorning." Greeted and he gave a small nod. "One black coffee, please." He said and she nodded. "Coming right up, Regulus, was it?" She smiled his eyebrows rose slightly and she quickly cast her eyes down. "Yes." He just said and she smiled, he couldn't help but give her the smallest smile back.

He sat down at the same table he sat at the first time and listened as she made the coffee. "Regulus!" He heard his name and stood up, getting the coffee. "Thanks." He said and she gave him a small smile.

She watched as he sat back down and then went into the kitchens with a big smile. "Oh god, what happened for you to have such a big smile on your face?" Amber, her best friend, asked. "You know that one cute guy I talked about Monday?" She asked and Amber nodded.

"Yeah, you mean 'the pretty boy' as you called him?" She asked and was met with nods and smiles. "Yes! 'e is back, sitting at the same spot by the window." She said.

"Oh, please, Y/n, don't let it be like the last one, he was a complete asshole." She said as she stood up to check the boy out. "Well- zis one's cute, but 'e doesn't show much emotion." She shrugged and Amber gave her a look and they walked out together.

There, Amber looked at the boy sitting by the window, silently sipping his coffee. "Okay, maybe you are right." She said as she looked away again. Luckily just in time as Regulus looked over to see what they where up to.

Not much later, he came up to pay and Y/n helped him. He smiled at her when he left and she felt butterflies in her stomach.

Regulus found himself at the shop at least two times a week, he had eventually figured out that the girl was the owner and was running things mostly on her own but had three other employees and worked on Mondays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays. The first two always alone.

"Black coffee?" She smiled when he came in and he nodded, trying his best not to smile. "Yeah." He said. "And I suppose it's still Regulus?" She let out a small giggle at her own joke. He couldn't help but smile. "Yes, still Regulus."

She smiled as she wrote the name down on the cup, even though she would remember anyway. "And what about you?" He asked, surprised at his own boldness. "Hm?" She hummed and looked up. "What's your name?" He tilted his head to the side slightly.

"Oh, it's Y/n." She told him and then put the cup down. "This'll come right up." She said and he nodded and sat down at his usual seat.

It went as always, she called his name, he went to get it, drank it while reading or thinking and then came up to pay.

The next time he went, she smiled and already grabbed a cup, putting his name down. "Morning." She greeted. "Goodmorning." He said and sat at the chair at the counter and her eyebrows rose. "New place?" She asked as the coffee poured into the cup.

He smiled at her, it was the best smile she had seen so far and she felt her stomach flutter. "I'd like to get to know the person always so kind to get my coffee ready." He said and she smiled, biting her lip slightly and turned away as she grabbed to coffee and gave it to him.

"I am always in for a little chat." She said, sitting on the other side of the counter in front of him. "So, you're from France?" He asked and she nodded. "Yes, what gave it away?" Questioned seeming s bit surprised.

"The accent, and I heard you mention it to your friend once." He said. "You where eavesdropping on our conversation?" Asked narrowing her eyes. "I- what, no no, uh- I uh..." he stammered.

She chuckled. "I'm joking, it is quite alright, it is 'ard to miss, but I really wanted a coffee shop like this and was a bit done with my parents zo I moved here." She shrugged.

"And you? Are you from around 'ere?" She asked and he nodded. "I live in a neighbourhood nearby, quite boring really." He shrugged. "I'd love the be as bold and run away from home." He sighed and she laughed.

"Difficult parents, also?" She asked and he nodded. "Yeah, it was a bit better when my brother was there, but he ran away years ago, I haven't spoken much to him since." He admitted. "Why don't you run away? When I did it felt amazing." She tried to encourage.

"I can't, it's just- it's difficult." He sighed. "I understand, but 'ey, you can always sit 'ere and be away from them." She smiled and he looked at her, them locking eyes. "Exactly what I've been doing, it's a really nice place you have here." He looked around and she gave him the biggest smile.

"Yes! I know right! I love it so much, I can't believe this dream finally came true!" She seemed so happy as she said it, it was almost contagious and he felt a weird feeling in his stomach, he had never felt it before.

The bell dinged and a man with a suit walked in, seemingly in a hurry.

"You, lady, I need one coffee and a latte." He pointed at her and she rose her eyebrows. "Sure, takeaway?" She asked and he rolled his eyes. "Obviously." He said and she smiled, though Regulus saw how annoyed she was.

"Alright, and on what name?" She asked politely. "None of your business, now hurry up, I need to go." He said and she sighed, just staring the coffee machine.

She was steaming the milk and put it in a large cup, then waited, staring at it. "What are you doing, hurry up! You're just standing there." He complained.

"I have to wait for the milk to be ready." She said and he slammed a fist on the counter. "I don't care, hurry up!" He said and her head snapped towards him.

"Listen 'ere, I am just doing my job, so either you stand zere and shut the fuck up or you leave my shop right now because I do not tolerate zis bad behaviour you 'ave, zo what iz it? Keep acting like a child or be an actual grown up?" She snapped at him with a strong French accent and his mouth hung opened for a moment looking like he wanted to say something, but he stepped back with his jaw clenched.

She finished the coffee and put it in front of him. "That will be 4,75." She said in a bitter voice. He gave her the money and then stomped out.

"Muggles." Regulus muttered when he had left. "What?" She seemed shocked and he quickly shook his head. "Nothing."

He continued to come and sit at the counter multiple times a week, but he just couldn't get that feeling out of him, he had no idea what it was.

One evening, he still saw the lights on and went inside. "Are you still open?" He asked and she looked up. "I already closed, but come in if you want." She invited and he walked in with a smile.

"Busy day?" He asked and she nodded. "Yeah, I 'ad to call in Amber at one point because it was to much for me alone." She told him. "But we 'andled it, I missed you this week, normally you are 'ere Monday." She said as she put some clean plates in a cupboard.

"Yeah, I was... busy." He said, remembering the death eater meeting he had attended, already sick at what there had been shared about some Muggle families.

"I see, you want a coffee?" She said as she already grabbed a cup. "Oh, sure." He nodded and sat down at the counter.

She made it and set it down next to her for a moment, wanting to grab a spoon but she accidentally knocked the cup over.

"Oh, Merlin!" She said and quickly put it up and grabbed a dish cloth. "Excuse me?" Regulus' eyes widened at her words. She looked over at him. "Oh, sorry, I will make you a new one." She said.

"No, not that, what did you just say?" He asked and she seemed to process and then it hit her. She put a hand over her mouth. "Oh Merlin." She said as she realised. "Wait no- shit." She murmured.

"Sorry, I don't know why I say that." She said and kept sweeping the counter.

"Tell me, Y/n, what is your partronus?" He dared to ask and her mouth fell open as she stared at him in shock. "A butterfly." She said and he let out a small laugh in surprise. "I wasn't expecting such a turn of events." He chuckled.

"BeauxBatons?" He asked and she nodded. "Hogwarts?" She asked him and he nodded. "Yeah, Slytherin, if you where wondering." He said and she chuckled. "Doesn't surprise me one bit." She said.

"When I tell you that you are no doubt a hufflepuff." He said and she giggled. "My friends at school told me the same." She admitted.

"Tell me, Y/n, do you have Veela blood?" He asked and she nodded. "Yes, how'd you know?" She asked and looked at her with a twinkle in his eyes. "It explains why you're so incredibly beautiful." He said and she blushed as she kept wiping the already clean counter.

"Are you flustered?" He teased and the blush grew. "Shut it." She mumbled making him grin.

[dark9896]

Spoken Magic [Head Canon]

Requested by Anonymous ✨

Speakers were once nomadic, it was very recently that they collectively settled within Hellsalem's Lot for the purpose of aiding the Caster who had called them from the corners of the globe. Every known Speaker family remains separate from the rest, save for times of crisis when they band together, offering their strongest magic wielders to the fight. Their stories, their mythos, even their magic is centuries old and only recently brought to a more public eye.

No form of "physical" Arcana can compare to a Speaker's magical abilities and everyone who needs to know does. Due to Caster relations with Libra, Speakers were quickly introduced to form a secretive trinity meant to keep Hellsalem's Lot safe. With the Casters acting as a public face for all three groups.

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You were still in training when your family traveled to the first permanent home you or anyone in your family had ever known. Being among the strongest of your clan it was inevitable for you to work alongside Libra. Which is how you met your current boyfriend...

Klaus

He is enraptured with the centuries of history you can recite from memory, more so with any folk tales and their modernizations/alterations through retelling

If there's something you can't (or won't) reveal about your family or culture as a whole, Klaus understands completely

He might still be curious, but you said no and that's the end of the conversation

Whatever kind of magic you perform, Klaus can get distracted because of how different it looks from a blood blade attack (though only for a second because middle of the battle)

He has offered to get things to write down, or at least record an audio log of your stories (something the elder Speakers are hesitant to do...)

At first thought you had to be much older than a human life span considering the way you spoke of events from years before you were born as if you were there (but that's just how Speakers recite history)

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Steven

He is fascinated by the old stories and depths of history you know, but the two of you have argued about specifics of dates and times

He won't try to pry too hard when you mention being unable to let a non Speaker know certain things, but sometimes he pushes a little too hard (mostly because its work related)

If you ever just start telling a story (and Steven isn't busy) then he'll be laying across your lap listening intently (and not about to sleep he promises... just resting his eyes... your voice is very soothing)

He is very taken back by how powerful even your supposed low tier spells are and forgets how much space to give you at all times (he can be very protective)

No, he doesn't like how often you use fire on his ice... no he won't admit that refreezing the ice makes it stronger or less resistant to cracking... he is a stubborn man

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Leo

Poor boy can see the runes floating out of your mouth when you cast spells and it freaks him out sometimes

"You... you look so normal that it's just weird to see that."

Will not admit that he forgets what you really are, but jumps whenever you start arguing with Zed or Steven for a historical inaccuracy

He falls asleep easily around you because history was never his strong suit, and he finds your voice soothing... but mostly the bad at history thing sadly, he can't deny it

Gets very concerned when you start arguing with anyone who wants to jot down a thing you say for records as it is not just rude, but also a taboo among your people (meaning you need to get permission from the elders, or at least the elder of your clan)

Though with the All Seeing Eyes, Leo does try to actually see what it is you're talking about given he should be able to

Sonic no like the magic person... froze his banana then roasted it too much. But sometimes is okay with magic person... until he slip on ice

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Zapp

Does way too much to avoid when you're about to go into "lecture mode", he doesn't want to sit around listening to a history lesson

Nor does he want to listen to your stories, he tunes out everything because it all sounds the same

Though he will stay right there if you start talking, just expect him to fall asleep to the sound of your voice

Also expect him to fight others on your behalf. Whether its someone trying to write down something against your will or someone trying to argue historical accuracy with you

The only real problem Zapp has with you is the fact that you're so powerful... he gets jealous easily and thinks he should be the powerhouse between you two

He is the fighter dang it! You're supposed to be the brains of the operation!

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Zed

He could sit for hours as long as you tell stories and recite history

There might be a few points he'll want to discuss or debate, but he won't stop you before you've finished saying anything (in case there's some context he's missing that you... or rather your ancestors knew about and passed to you)

As much as he wants to write down what you're saying, the fact that you can recite it verbatim repeatedly keeps him from pushing the issue too far

Though the things he is allowed to write down (or if you write something down for him) he cherishes it forever

Whenever you are using your magic, Zed is very careful to stay a good distance away... though he still gets distracted from time to time

Zed tries to learn magic from you, but that doesn't go over very well since he sometimes trills mid spell and everything goes colossally wrong (meaning you wind up cleaning the whole thing, though you keep trying to teach him since he's willing)

[k7l4d4]

K Reviews and Rants: Miraculous Ladybug Season 5! Episode 17

Hello all, time for yet another review and rant by me, K7l!

Now, there is a LOT I could rant about regarding this episode, but in hindsight, leaving to the blatant script-shilling going on by the writers' having all the adults lose brain-cells to buy Chloe, the known liar and cheat, be believed when she accuses Marinette of having stolen stuff despite it being known that Chloe HERSELF once stole from Marinette to try and cheat in a design contest... But I'm not gonna do that, since it'd be just another re-hash of this season just shitting on Chloe as a character.

No, what I'm focusing on, at least in the forward, is how this episode marks the first time the Writers have tried to paint Sabrina as being "good inside." How do they do this? They have her be upset at Chloe wanting her to rob people in order to frame Marinette, claiming "My dad's a police officer!" What makes this utterly stupid is that Sabrina has already stolen things on Chloe's behalf going as far back as Season 1. Her breaking the law on Chloe's say-so is nothing new. Having her just NOW sprout a conscience over this just does not work. If they'd framed it as her being hesitant to drag other people into Chloe's feud with Marinette, and building off of that later on, it'd be one thing. But that isn't what is happening. What the writers are doing is acting as if Sabrina has always had this moral opposition to breaking the law because her dad's a cop, despite having never been bothered at doing stuff like this before. Doing so, if anything, makes Sabrina look worse to me because it comes off as Sabrina only having moral standards when it involves people other than those she dislikes. It's hollow, and uninspired.

Like how I think that Kagami's plots this episode involving being used by Lila would worked marginally better if they took place before Oni-Chan (emphasis on "marginally," to be clear), this idea wouldn't be bad if any actual care for continuity was taken into account. But it isn't. And thus we get a lazy plot that exists more to shill Zoe as a character while also dodging her explicitly admitting she's LGBT+.

Also, on the topic of Zoe, I should mention that, in hindsight, I got really pissed off this episode and the fact that Marinette realized what Zoe was talking about slipped my mind. Although whether that's entirely a "me" thing or if it was influenced by how shoddy the writing was, I couldn't tell ya. Still, egg on my face!

And with that, onto the review! As always, warning for profanity on my part.

Episode 17: Adoration 

Okay, I just got started, and are seeing Zoe and Andre "bonding" over his past as a lover of movies and cinema... and he talks about how he wrote a script dedicated to his love for Audrey. I just... no. Right from the beginning, NO. If they had done this to show how Audrey used to be different, and had maybe grown worse over the years, MAYBE I could've tolerated this, but the show has been very consistent on Audrey having always been a piece of shit so... fuck that. We also learn that Andre used to have a different name that I'm not even going to PRETEND to try and spell, let alone pronounce, because the way he phrased changing it as being "in the name of love" is part of why this set-up of him doing it "for love" reeks of bullshit. 

Okay, so Zoe has a "secret crush," and that's the reason that Andre spelled out that he's a simp for Audrey without explaining what it is he "loves" about her. It's very telling in this show that it often either gives very bland and unoriginal reasons why someone is "in love" with someone else, or just doesn't give a reason at all. 

Like, Andre literally coming running at Audrey calling for a foot massage isn't funny. It just makes him look like the same kind of spineless parasite that enabled Chloe FOR FUCKING YEARS!! 

Okay, we have a dance about to be hosted... and they unintentionally called attention to just how small the cast is by explicitly making Marc and Zoe's class "the Eight Grade class" and Marinette's "The Ninth Grade class," which honestly just looks insanely awkward since how in the world is the school so empty that the only have one tiny class per grade!? The school looks huge!

Now we get a scene of Zoe being shown around Marinette's room before spotting Marinette's insanely creepy pull-down curtain covered in Adrien photos (and that "perfume commercial" comment from Guitar Villain makes a lot more sense now) with Marinette babbling in embarrassment, no surprise there. Okay, why the hell is Marinette babbling about kissing Adrien and babbling about planning things out despite the show having insisted she's "over that" already? Wait, don't tell me, "drama." Barf. 

Oh, NOW she remembers the dance! And NO, Andre is NOT ZOE'S STEPFATHER. That would imply that he married (or Audrey married) into his family. That is not the case. Audrey CHEATED ON ANDRE WHILE STILL MARRIED TO HIM. That is not a stepfather. God dammit!! 

Having Zoe pull "first name privileges" does not make it look like she has a stronger relationship with Andre, and his "real name" is an obnoxiously pretentious sounding mouthful. So yeah, no one has any clue what she's saying. 

Zoe, going "Chloe doesn't have that power anymore" is a blatant copout. It does not acknowledge ANYTHING about why she doesn't have a power she shouldn't have ever had to START WITH, and she doesn't need the ability to enforce rules on you to make your life a living nightmare. So shut the fuck up. 

Having Zoe apparently know a random employee of the Hotel and know about his personal life looks creepier than anything. It doesn't make her look more "down to Earth" or "relatable" because it comes out of fucking nowhere, was never once foreshadowed, and the idea she's somehow bonded enough with a building of random adults who have no reason to be loyal to or care about their boss's kid to know their personal lives makes no sense at all. 

Zoe, Chloe, it's NEITHER of your HOUSE, it's a fucking Hotel that Andre owns and lets you guys live in rent free, AND NEITHER OF YOU MAKE THE FUCKING RULES.

Now we get to the scene of Chloe smacking Mr. Cuddly to the floor... wow, they really aren't even TRYING to act as if they are bothering to acknowledge continuity. Seriously, Chloe loves that stuffed bear more than life itself, they have GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME WITH THIS SHIT!! Seriously, WHY THE HELL Is THIS the BEST THEY CAN DO!? WHEN AND HOW DID ZOE GROW A SPINE WHEN IT COMES TO CHLOE!? WHEN!?!? 

They are LITERALLY having Chloe act like a LITERAL FIVE YEAR OLD by going "I saw Marinette step on MY stairs, I KNOW I did!!" That is LITERALLY the logic a five-year-old would use. HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO FUCKING TAKE HER SERIOUSLY AS A VILLAIN IF THIS IS THE BEST SHE CAN DO!? 

AND WHY THE FUCK IS "We were in the middle of a computer update, so the cameras were off" THE REASON THEY HAD CHLOE'S ATTEMPT TO PROVE HERSELF RIGHT FAIL!? And for FUCKS SAKE, ANDRE IS STILL A FUCKING WUSS WHEN IT COMES TO DISCIPLINING HER!! 

And we get a scene of Audrey acting like an abusive bitch to both Chloe AND Zoe. "But Chloe isn't abused, she gets whatever she wants!!" We LITERALLY JUST SAW THAT AUDREY STILL CANNOT BE BOTHERED TO REMEMBER HER NAME!! THE BEST SHE COULD DO IS REMEMBER THAT ONE OF HER TWO DAUGHTERS IS NAMED ZOE, RIGHT BEFORE PULLING THE EXACT SAME "THE STAIRS BELONG TO ME!!" SHIT AS CHLOE!! CHLOE IS LITERALLY TRYING TO MIMIC AUDREY'S BEHAVIOR, WHY IS THAT SO HARD TO COMPREHEND!? 

And then she just walks up to Andre and demands a trio of credit cards because WHY THE FUCK NOT!? It is shit like THIS that makes me have ZERO FUCKING SYMPATHY for the spineless louse!! 

Zoe is literally just fucking STANDING THERE WITH MARINETTE. Despite being verbally threatened by Audrey with being sent back to New York (leaving all her friends behind) she doesn't respond in any way. 

The most she does is smugly point out to Chloe that she isn't allowed on the stairs either as determined by Audrey (who will probably stop caring and forget about the threat in the space of an hour since she gives that little of a shit about her own kids one way or another). 

And we get Chloe saying something incredibly bizarre and out of character. "I'll make you pay for every one of these steps!!" 

It makes absolutely NO FUCKING SENSE!!! 

And Zoe's just staring at her. Still not having responded in any way to Audrey treating Andre like shit this entire time.

And then we get Zoe going "it's all thanks to you Marinette, you're the one who helped me change!!" When. Fucking. WHEN!? WHEN DID SHE EVER HELP YOU CHANGE IN ANY WAY!? YOU BARELY HANG OUT, YOU DON'T SHARE A SINGLE FUCKING CLASS, AND YOU ARE BASICALLY A NOISE IN THE BACKGROUND NINETY PERCENT OF THE TIME!! THE MOST SHE DID WAS CONVINCE YOU TO STOP TRYING TO PLEASE CHLOE BY MIMICKING HER!!! YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HER!!! 

Okay, NOW Zoe and Marinette get around to asking Andre's help on their dance thing. And for some fucking reason Andre keeps a portrait of himself in his Mayor's sash behind the front desk of the Hotel. Why!? 

And after proposing their idea to Andre, he starts going off on a weird fucking rant about filming. I GET IT, he's meant to be a movie buff, THIS IS STILL STUPID!!!! 

Okay, so all it takes to set-up a private party for a single school that will literally COVER a national monument, all it takes is Andre saying so as Mayor. All right then, that makes perfect sense and NOT COMPLETE BULLSHIT!!! 

Seriously, this is the STUPIDEST ABUSE OF POWER IN THE SERIES!!! 

Again, WHY IS ZOE SUPPOSED TO BE ON A FIRST NAME BASIS WITH ANDRE!? 

Also, Andre going "if Chloe comes sniffing around, we never had this conversation," instead of "I'll use my authority as mayor and her father to get her to settle down." YOU KNOW, DOING HIS JOB APPROPRIATELY!!!

Also, now we have yet another scene of the show trying to pretend Gabriel isn't an abusive piece of shit by having him superficially dote on his son by personally preparing meals that Adrien has wanted to try. What makes this utterly hollow being how he literally cares more about forcing Adrien to follow his little plan for how his life should go rather than accept who he WANTS to be with, of FUCKING COURSE!! 

And of course, Gabriel went demanding to his minion Lila for her to ruin things for him, because of course he can't do something in all his influence and power as a rich business man to ruin one lousy dance. Oh, and then we see Lila was apparently in Chloe's bathroom, with Chloe describing presumably Zoe as a "punching bag" while Sabrina files her nails (I'm FAIRLY CERTAIN that every time in the past that Chloe has looked after her appearance, she's done it herself, so this is just fucking pointless). THEY ARE NOT EVEN FUCKING TRYING!!! 

She basically just says that it's actually all Marinette's fault that Zoe is standing up to Chloe (despite the fact that literally no one has genuinely given a shit about Chloe's alleged "authority" in-universe among her age group SINCE SEASON FUCKING ONE!!). Again, NOT EVEN TRYING WHAT THE FUCK!? 

And now we get a brief scene of Marinette seeing Zoe's room, with Zoe trying to desperately hide a photo that we don't get to see. Wow, much shock. Much mystery. 

And then we see Sabrina has apparently sprouted a conscience because "what she's being asked goes against everything she stands for, because her father is a police officer." Sabrina... I am going to say this as calmly as possible... YOU HAVE BEEN HELPING CHLOE BREAK LAWS AND VIOLATE THE PRIVACY OF OTHERS SINCE THE FIRST FUCKING SEASON!!! 

Also, WHY THE FUCK DOES CHLOE THINK NO ONE WILL SUSPECT SABRINA OF WHATEVER THE HELL SHE'S SUPPOSED TO BE DOING!? SHE IS LITERALLY CHLOE'S ONLY KNOWN ACCOMPLICE AND HAS BEEN HER EAGER MINION SINCE DAY ONE!!!

This goes beyond just stupidity, this is CONTRIVANCE!!! 

I can't even get pissed off at them having Chloe deny that Sabrina's her friend and calling her her Underling, since Chloe caring about Sabrina in spite of how shitty she treats her has literally been a thing, I repeat, SINCE SEASON FUCKING ONE!! You can't even present this as being part of Chloe "getting worse" since this entire fucking SEASON has been hammering the "CHLOE HAS ALWAYS BEEN AN EVIL BRAT" button since the beginning!! 

And then we get a scene of Chloe throwing a whistle of Sabrina's on the ground... when did she even GET a fucking whistle to start with!? 

But yup, it looks like the whistle is going to be targeted by an Akuma. 

And Lila apparently can sense Akumas or some shit since she perfectly counted down to Sabrina's Akuma bursting through the doors. And never once does Chloe seem to be worried that the Akuma formed from the person she just pissed off might try and hurt her, she cares more about her FUCKING PHONE. Yeah, FUCK THIS SHIT. 

...Okay, so Zoe's crush is someone in the 9th grade, and this means she won't "ever see them again." BECAUSE IT'S NOT AS IF PEOPLE CAN STAY IN CONTACT OUTSIDE OF FUCKING SCHOOL!!! GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!!! It's unimaginably stupid. Oh, and Akuma Sabrina is creeping up behind them, apparently planning on either stealing stuff or taking creepy photos, while Marinette rants and gushes about how amazing love is, yet does so in a way that just comes off as someone who "loves the idea of love" rather then someone who is IN LOVE, because she's just rambling a bunch of generic slogans and talking points about the amazingness of love that don't have any context or personal experience behind them.

Wow, they actually addressed the fact that a person can be in love with multiple people at the same time, or dating someone but in love with someone else, or just plain not being in love at all, and coming from Marinette! If they hadn't spent several episodes shitting on the idea that you can EVER move on or find love in someone else or hold multiple crushes at the same time, this would be sweet, but since they did do that, it comes off as FUCKING PRETENTIOUS!! 

Now we get Marinette shilling how great Zoe is now, and how much growth she's done off-screen, to Alya over a video conference. And never once does the idea that maybe Andre doesn't have the actual authority to let them use the Tower for a fucking party cross their minds. 

Marinette... WHAT THE FUCK DOES IT MATTER IF ZOE'S CRUSH WON'T BE GOING TO THE SAME SCHOOL AS HER NEXT YEAR!? If she's close to them, she'll be able to see them plenty of times OUTSIDE OF SCHOOL!! 

Oh, and Marinette referring to Zoe's crush as her "true love." I am fucking CRINGING. They throw around "true love" and "destiny" so much that it makes the BS damage control all the more blatant. 

And NOW we get Marinette thinking that "What if Zoe's IN LOVE WITH ADRIEN!?" Just... fuck that. Fuck this BULLSHIT of Marinette once again refusing to GROW THE FUCK UP about her relationship troubles!! WHO GIVES A SHIT IF ZOE HAS A CRUSH ON ADRIEN OR NOT!? MARINETTE, YOU ARE THE ONE DATING HIM!!! Wow, she literally couldn't go a single fucking second without bringing up Adrien after getting this bullshit into her head. 

She also, mid-rant, stated "he doesn't belong to me, well, he kinda does a little" and I'm just... sitting here, barely reining in my temper at just how fucking STUPID she sounds right now because WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK IS THIS BULLSHIT!?

We get a montage of Marinette gathering supplies, and Akuma Sabrina covertly following her the entire time SOMEHOW, despite the fact that Marinette was explicitly driving on her scooter through traffic and Akuma Sabrina's only powers are teleporting objects TO HERSELF and being invisible. HOW!? 

And is apparently also framing Marinette for stealing stuff, all in the name of ruining the party. 

This is literally just a lazy rehash of Lila's "fake Marinette having stolen answers to a test and pushing her down the stairs" plot. I say "lazy" because Marinette hasn't been shown to have ever been in ANY position to have taken anything, she just showed up a bunch of places and then LEFT, so HOW IN THE WORLD COULD SHE HAVE STOLEN THEM!? 

And it's kinda fucking rich them having Tom be one of the ones getting mad about Chloe accusing his daughter of theft when HE was one of the ones to basically sit back and let it happen ALL THE WAY BACK IN SEASON ONE. 

When Chloe says stuff like 'There will be no obstruction to MY justice!' while yanking Marinette's gym bag out of her hands and dumping its contents on the ground, it's really clear the writers aren't even bothering to give her a consistent voice and behavior any more. They are just shoving whatever anger-inducing buzzwords they can into her mouth. Also, I'm honestly surprised no one is accusing Chloe of planting stuff in Marinette's bag, since SHE IS LITERALLY THE EXACT TYPE OF PERSON WHO WOULD DO THAT!!! 

Oh, and it's Marinette herself who accuses Chloe of planting the stuff. Still surprised no one else is saying it since, AGAIN, Chloe has a TERRIBLE reputation and unlike Marinette, is a KNOWN THIEF, given she was literally caught red-handed having stolen from Marinette TWICE in SEASON ONE!!!

Again, WHY IN THE WORLD ARE PEOPLE JUST STANDING THERE AND LISTENING TO THE WORDS OF SOMEONE THEY KNOW THEY CANNOT TRUST AND WHO WILL SAY OR DO ANYTHING TO GET HER WAY!? WHY IS NO ONE QUESTIONING HOW IN THE WORLD CHLOE EVEN HAS ALL THIS FUCKING INFORMATION!? THIS IS FUCKING STUPID!! THEY KNOW FULL AND WELL BY NOW THAT CHLOE IS A MANIPULATIVE AND SPOILED LITTLE FUCKING BRAT!!! 

AGAIN, ONCE AGAIN!!! WHY THE FUCK IS ANYONE BELIEVING A WORD CHLOE IS FUCKING SAYING!? CHLOE IS NOT TRUSTWORTHY AT THIS POINT!! EVEN IGNORING THE HAWKMOTH BETRAYAL SHIT, SHE IS SOMEONE THAT LITERALLY EVERYONE FUCKING KNOWS CANNOT BE TRUSTED AND WHO DOES WHATEVER SHE WANTS WHENEVER SHE WANTS TO DO IT!! FUCK THIS NOISE!!! FUCK IT ALL TO FUCKING HELL!!!!!! 

And literally everyone, INCLUDING MARINETTE'S PARENTS, ARE BUYING IT HOOK LINE AND FUCKING SINKER!! Except for Zoe, the girl who does FUCK ALL FOR THE PLOT BUT IS ALSO OH SO IMPORTANT!!! WHO TAKES THE FUCKING BLAME FOR SOME GODDAMN FUCKING REASON!!! WHAT IS THE FUCKING POINT!? THERE IS NO ENGAGEMENT TO THE PLOT!! THIS IS JUST SHOEHORNING IN ZOE INTO BEING IMPORTANT IN A COMPLETELY NONSENSICAL PLOT!!! 

I'm gonna be actively ignoring the Akuma Fight itself, I think, because I've reached the limits of my tolerance for bullshit, and just wait until the "confession" before I get into it. 

And now that we are at the rough timeframe of the confession... we get Marinette saying "I know you love Adrien" BITCH NO YOU DON'T!! YOU BLINDLY ASSUMED THAT BASED OFF OF LITERALLY NOTHING BUT YOUR OWN FANTASY-DERIVED IMAGINING OF HOW "PERFECT" ADRIEN IS AND YOUR INABILITY TO WRAP YOUR HEAD AROUND THE IDEA THAT PEOPLE CAN HAVE CRUSHES DIFFERENT FROM YOURS!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!? 

...And it isn't even a confession. Not even NOW, when they have literally HAVE THE PERFECT FUCKING MOMENT, THEY CAN'T ACTUALLY HAVE ZOE SAY THE FUCKING WORDS!? AFTER JERKING EVERYONE'S CHAIN, THIS IS THE BEST THEY CAN FUCKING COME UP WITH!?

THEY DON'T EVEN HAVE MARINETTE ACKNOWLEDGE THAT SHE'S THE ONE WHO ZOE IS CRUSHING ON!!! WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT IS THIS!? 

She "knows" in that she goes "Ohhh" in a tone that could be implied to be realization, but they don't have her actually indicate that SHE is the one Zoe has a crush on in any deliberate way. She doesn't point to herself. She doesn't say "me!?" She doesn't do ANYTHING to show that she is the one who is being crushed on. "Oohh" is the best we fucking get. 

They are having the characters bend over backwards to avoid being "actually gay." Because heaven fucking forbid they ACKNOWLEDGE that Zoe has a crush on Marinette directly instead of trying to go for a "wink and a nudge" set-up. 

Okay, maybe I spoke too soon. They have her state "I am truly, very honored." And they then act as if Zoe has actually stated that she has a crush on Marinette instead of vaguely implying it with Marinette vaguely acknowledging. Because WHY THE FUCK NOT!? It's not as if Marinette hasn't been dancing around confessing to Adrien FOR FOUR FUCKING SEASONS!! AND STILL CANNOT EVEN KISS HIM!!! 

And then they have ZOE give MARINETTE advice to finally tell Adrien she loves him, and apparently Marinette is still a fucking hypocrite in being unable to even MENTION the guy.

OF FUCKING COURSE ZOE HAS HAD A CRUSH ON MARINETTE SINCE THE DAY THEY MET, IT'S NOT LIKE THEY BARELY KNOW EACH OTHER OR ANYTHING!!! AND APPARENTLY SHE'S MEANT TO BE SOME FUCKING LOVE MARTYR IN THAT SHE WILLFULLY REFUSED TO EVEN TRY TO PURSUE MARINETTE BECAUSE SHE WAS "MADLY IN LOVE WITH ADRIEN" CRY ME A FUCKING GODDAMN RIVER PEOPLE!!! 

At least Zoe POINTED OUT that Marinette's a hypocrite in not practicing what she preaches, NOT THAT THE WRITERS REALIZE THAT THIS APPLIES TO MORE THAN JUST FUCKING SHITTY ROMANCE!!! AND ZOE YOU HAVE NOT ACTUALLY TOLD MARINETTE THAT YOU LOVE HER AT ALL, SO YOU ARE NO BETTER THAN MARINETTE IN THAT REGARD!! Remember, MARINETTE STILL CAN'T VERBALLY TELL ADRIEN SHE'S IN LOVE WITH HIM PEOPLE!!! 

And when Marinette FINALLY FUCKING SAYS THE GODDAMN FUCKING WORDS, Adrien RIGHT ABOUT TO FUCKING RECIPROCATE, and DESPITE HAVING A STANDING ORDER TO NEVER LET ANYTHING STAND IN HIS WAY OF PURSUING LOVE, Gabe STILL KILLS THE FUCKING KISS!! THIS SHOW FUCKING BLUE-BALLED EVERYONE STILL SHIPPING THIS GODDAMN TOXIC TRASHFIRE LOVE SQUARE!!! GABE IS SUCH A TOXIC PIECE OF MONSTROUS SHIT!!!!

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hello! I'm not sure if this will be accepted because it doesn't include mc , but can I req some hcs for how simeon , solomon, barbatos, and dia would react if luke fell? it's been a scenario I've been having in my head for quite a bit , if this is too weird you can ignore it !!

Requests do not need to include MC, so this is perfectly fine. =)  It’s not weird at all either!  Everyone definitely cares for Luke in their own way, so this was fun to think about.  Thanks for the prompt! Enjoy!

How would Simeon, Solomon, Barbatos, and Diavolo react to Luke falling?

Simeon would be visibly and vocally fretting over Luke right after he falls, even if it was only a minor trip of the feet.  “Are you all right, Luke?  Are you bleeding at all?  Should I get a first aid kit?  Let me see--”  He won’t realize that he needs to dial it back until he notices how embarrassed Luke is getting from the attention.  Even if he wasn’t the young angel’s guardian, Simeon feels responsible for Luke’s well-being and cares a great deal about him, so there are moments like these where he becomes a little overprotective.  It isn’t until he’s certain that Luke is fine that he’ll finally begin to relax and give the boy some space.  Throughout the rest of the day, though, he will intermittently check-in on how Luke is doing and come up with excuses to take care of things in Luke’s place, like running errands, so that he can ensure that the young angel rests from his injury. 

A look of alarm and worry would flash over Solomon’s face when he first catches sight of Luke falling to the ground, but unlike Simeon, he’d be much more calm in checking the young angel’s condition.  He’ll cast healing spells to ease the pain and diminish the severity of any injuries Luke sustained if needed.  Once Luke is doing better, Solomon’s concern will turn into light teasing as a way to lift the mood and soon move on from the incident as if it hadn’t happened.  However, he does keep an eye on Luke for a bit afterwards just to be positive that there’s no other issues.  He’ll also offer to cook a meal that’s sure to make Luke feel 100% better, but despite his good intentions, the gesture will be declined.

The second that Luke hits the ground, Barbatos would be mentally scolding himself for not being close enough to catch him in time.  Although the royal butler maintains his composure, he’d approach Luke at a brisk pace, genuinely concerned about whether the young angel is okay.  He knows that Luke doesn’t want to be fussed over “like a little kid,” so he’ll do his best to handle everything in a manner that draws as little attention as possible to the incident.  He’ll assess Luke’s condition through questions and careful observation of the areas that collided with the floor before taking whatever actions he deems necessary to aid Luke.  Once Luke is good to go, Barbatos will invite him to the castle to try out a new dessert recipe as a way to help him forget about his fall, especially if Luke is feeling upset about it.

Diavolo would actually flinch at the sound of Luke falling to the ground, his eyes wide when he notices what has happened in his peripheral vision.  He’d hurry to Luke’s side to see if he’s all right and offer to help him up, not caring about the mixed stares of the strangers around them.  Sure, it is the demon prince’s responsibility to ensure that all of the exchange students are safe and well, and it is his goal to strengthen the bonds between demons and angels, but Diavolo has grown to truly like the young angel as a good friend--perhaps even as if he were family.  So, he wouldn’t hesitate to help Luke out whenever he needed.  If Luke is having trouble walking or standing as a result of the fall he took, Diavolo will immediately hoist the small boy onto his back to carry him to wherever he was going before the incident. ...Healing magic?  Oh, right, he’ll use that, too, but he thinks carrying Luke like this is more fun for both of them, even if the angel’s embarrassed protests say otherwise.

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Can i ask one with mukami bros?i barely see anything of them.Where they have a witch/wizard s/o or crush where the mukamis were stressing out and s/o cast out a de-stressing/calming down spell

Azusa Mukami

We all know what Azusa is asking for as soon as he finds out you are a witch / wizard.

He wants to know if you could hurt him with your magic.

Azusa no.

Of course, this is just the beginning of your relationship.

He quietly stops asking these questions as you teach him a “healthier” way to love.

But in the beginning, learning a new way of loving causes him stress and withdrawal symptoms.

So you decided to help Azusa.

Certainly a stress-relieving magic potion will help Azusa cope with withdrawal symptoms.

Azusa would be really grateful.

The fact that you think about him makes his heart soften.

And surely Azusa will let you know this.

Kou Mukami

Kou would definitely be really stressed out.

Being a famous idol is really stressful.

Kou would hesitate to ask you for help at first.

He knows you are a skilled witch / wizard but Kou is wondering what kind of service you want in return.

And yes, even if Kou knows you haven’t asked for reciprocity before, he’s still skeptical.

We all know for sure why.

Kou has certainly dealt with stress before.

You have to offer your help so he agrees to receive it.

Even if you are in a relationship with Kou there are still difficulties in trusting you.

Otherwise, Kou would not be so interested in your abilities.

Unless you could turn yourself or him into a cat.

Kou really wants be a cat

Even for one day.

Yuma Mukami

Yuma wouldn't care much about this.

Or are you good at magic? Well nice thing for you.

It doesn’t make you special in his eyes at all.

Of course, Yuma hopes you could use your magic to boost his garden harvest.

And Yuma will certainly state that clearly.

That spring trial season was just a bad time as there was a very serious snail problem in the Yuma's garden.

So it’s clear he’s really stressed out.

There are really many benefits to your magic.

You just have to get Yuma to admit it.

It can take a long time.

Ruki Mukami

Ruki would definitely be excited if you were a good witch / wizard.

He would definitely like to test your knowledge and skills.

And Ruki knows how to be really curious when he wants to.

If you were more adept at him, Ruki might even ask you to teach him.

But that doesn't change the fact that Ruki thinks he owns you and you belong to him.

You can't completely change his mind even if you try.

Ruki would be a really skilled student.

So when you started teaching him a spell that removes stress Ruki would be excited.

Even though he doesn’t admit it he has a lot of stress.

This spell would be really helpful.

[ladderofyears]

Two Lists, As Requested By My Mind Healer.

List of things that I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, enjoy:

~ Earl grey tea. Freshly brewed leaves only, and not too stewed. Please, not those ludicrous Muggle teabags.

~ The scent of freshly starched shirts and how the collars feel against my skin.

~ Being prepared. Fail to prepare, prepare to fail (and other such clichés my governess imparted onto me.)

~ The Arrows being top of the Quidditch League and the look on Weasley’s face when reminded of this very pertinent fact.

~ Cracking the spine on a new paperback. Pansy calls this habit cretinous, but personally I’d rather my books looked like they’d been read.

~ Mum’s expression, just before she’s about to tell me a particularly scandalous piece of gossip.

~ Riding my Firebolt. That first kick away from the earth. I’ve been flying since I was six, and it still gets me every single time.

~ Dancing. In a nightclub with sickly cocktails, loosening my inhibitions, or at one of Mum’s evening soirées. It doesn’t matter. I simply adore the feeling of being lost inside the music.

~ Petting my Kneazle, Felicity. Categorically, the most beautiful girl in the world, and I won’t be persuaded otherwise.

~ Sex. An entry that rather speaks for itself.

~ Getting up early and running though London before the rest of the world has woken up.

~ Magic. Yes, perhaps a bit of a prosaic answer for a wizard, but there we are. I love the feeling of magic pulsing through my blood, love the gasp of breath you pull into your lungs the moment you cast a spell. It’s as important a part of me as my beating heart.

List of things that I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, detest:

~ Making lists.

~ Father’s letters from Azkaban. They put me in a dark place for days afterwards. When I burn them, I feel guilty, and when I keep them, I dwell on them. They make me feel like the worst version of myself.

~ Not exercising. Usually occurs in combination with the point made above.

~ Migraines. Nothing much helps when one arrives. I’ve tried the most renowned potions and even Muggle pills. Nothing shifts them.

~ The Prophet. Their vile excuse for journalism is the biggest joke in the magical world.

~ The slow pace of magical law making. Merlin’s bloody beard! It shouldn’t take three years for legislation to be discussed and voted on.

~ Whenever the Arrows lose to the Canons. Weasley always pulls that ruddy smirk of his.

~ The food in the Ministry canteen. Bloody hell, but it's dreadful. You could resole your boots with a slice of their Treacle Tart.

~ Tepid mugs of tea. Disgusting. They never taste right after casting a re-warming charm.

~ Wearing long sleeves on hot days.

~ Howlers.

~ I hate the way that Harry Potter glances in my direction. He does it all the time. He thinks that I don’t notice, but I do. Potter thinks he understands me, and that he’s got me all figured out. He’s wrong. I’m more than just the smart cut of my robes and my charm-tidied hair. I’m more than my childhood and the lies that I listened to because I didn’t know any better.

I’m not foolish. I know how I must appear to Potter. He believes me to be polished elegance skating over the dirt, rubbish and tattoo ink beneath. We talk sometimes, Potter and I. We swap small pleasantries, and I hear the hesitation in his voice. I hear him waiting for me to be cruel.

Part of me wants to tell Potter that I don't care, that it doesn't matter to me that I'm no longer any of his business.

Except, sometimes, occasionally, I see his bright twist of smile or I catch the tail end of his green-eyed glimpses.

Then a part of me shatters into shards. That's when I wish that I were.

✒✒

For the @drarrymicrofic prompt of: giving into your love.

Thank you @iero0 for the wonderful beta read.

Have a lovely weekend, lovely people.

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Uh oh, what could have happened to them? Did whatever happen to them at the party stick with the reset?? At least you all are mostly safe for now though, right? -♾️

(Open in new tab for readable quality! tumblr hates rn me for some reason)

“Well, good news; They're certainly alive!”

Roman stretches his back for a moment, relieved to finally drop his arms after holding one pose for so long. His eyes still glow with the effects of the divine ritual, but keeping the spell active is not nearly as energy-draining as the initial casting.

Roman looks around the room, eyes still glowing red, and stops on Annie before he can focus on Logan and Remus. She fell asleep about four minutes into the ritual, clearly exhausted from the previous day’s (future day’s?) party. No trace of poison or disease on her, thankfully, though Roman doubts a water nymph could even be poisoned or catch ill.

She was so excited to help, Roman didn’t have the heart to tell her that she couldn’t really cast anything with him. Her sheer delight and determination were so hopelessly endearing, his heart could burst!

(In a way, Roman supposes she did end up contributing to the spell; It’s much easier for a Suneite to draw from Sune’s affection-based divine power when a loved one is being absolutely, heart-stoppingly adorable nearby.)

After taking a moment to make sure she’s still sleeping soundly, Roman finally hones in on Logan and Remus.

He's not sure what he wants to find. If they are poisoned, he can definitely cure at least one of them — Logan, he decides quite easily — but that leaves the issue of who poisoned them, and the more existential question about poisons and time travel that he will leave to his resident magic expert (also Logan). If they aren't poisoned, he doesn't have to worry so much about one of them being in pain, but...how exactly are they going to wake them up?

He trains his enchanted eyes on the two nonetheless, and detects no poison or disease on them. Roman can’t sense the meddling of any fae or demon, either; They’re just exhausted.

…There is a concentration of some sort of pain in their heads, but Roman doesn’t need to tell anyone that. He can’t know for sure if it was psychic damage that took them out, and he’d rather not give Virgil the excuse to blame himself. Not that he ever seems to need one.

He turns to the elf in question to explain his findings. Funnily enough, all three of his waking party members are glowing with the presence of poison; the blades and vials in Virgil’s quiver, the dagger in Patton’s bag, and… what appears to be several venom glands in Dee’s head, throat, and hands?

...That’s odd. A question for another time, though.

“They’re just very tired, basically. I doubt they'll wake until tomorrow, but they’re not hurt.”

“But they will wake up?” Dee asks pointedly, still gently brushing through Virgil’s hair. Virgil seems to have withdrawn into himself, looking and acting much like he had that one night he went ‘sleepwalking.’ His eyes don’t even seem to be focused. But, his ears twitch at Dee’s voice, and Roman has found them to be a much better indicator of Virgil’s attention. He eagerly awaits the answer.

“Oh, you betcha,” Patton smiles first, ever the optimist, “Just give it some time. I’m sure they’ll be good as new!”

Patton directed his answer more towards Virgil than Dee. He clearly wants to comfort their newest friend with a hug, also having noticed the difference in his mood, but he hesitates;

For the last ten minutes, every time either of them has so much as twitched in Virgil’s direction, Dee has fixed them with the most unnerving stare. 

Roman just assumes Dee knows something he doesn’t, and is helping Virgil through whatever emotional turmoil has him looking like he’s seen a ghost. They are old friends and ex-lovers, after all, so he must have some experience with these things.

Patton doesn’t seem to agree. In fact, he looks to be getting more and more annoyed with Dee’s tone.

Roman desperately wants to be rid of the tension in the room.

“There is magic powerful enough to ‘heal’ their exhaustion,” Roman muses, “But unfortunately, I haven’t been trained in it. I don’t actually think I could, at my level. My Mamá can, but… Well, there should be someone here who knows the spell. This is a country of clerics, isn’t it?” 

Dee smiles sweetly, something unnameable in his eyes as he speaks,

“You could ask around in the central temple. I’m sure there are plenty of priestesses here with that sort of knowledge. In fact, you four should go see to that right now.”

Dee brushes his hand against Virgil’s forehead one more time, then stands and brushes off his pants. As he reaches for his cane, Roman frowns,

“And where are you going?”

“Don't worry your handsome little head about me, Roman,” He grins, “I am just going to have a little chat with our unwanted guest.”

“What??” Roman and Patton shout in unison, and Virgil is already on his feet, 

“No! No way—” He hisses so sharply that Roman winces, “Dee, you don't know what she's capable of.”

“Yes I do. You've told me many stories over the years.”

“I'm not letting you face her alone. Besides, she's not the threat here!” Virgil whines, looking borderline desperate,

“She could hear my thoughts just as well as yours. She only went along with my plan because she doesn’t give a damn about the lives or deaths of mortals!”

“What are you saying?” Dee huffs, sounding more annoyed than deterred. Virgil’s back sets straight with an audible crack before he speaks,

“Illia is not here of her own free will! She's being watched and controlled by my M—”

Suddenly, one of Dee’s hands is clasped over Virgil’s mouth. Dee is visibly, furiously livid, and Virgil’s expression has turned something fragile and miserable.

“What are you doing?!” Patton barks in alarm, as though Dee had just slapped Virgil across the face. And, really, he had. Patton is ready to knock Dee flat for it, hopping upright with clenched fists, while Roman has been stunned silent.

Dee’s expression stays vicious, pointed away from anyone else in the room, but his shoulders and hands relax.

“Matron Dhaunarra.” Dee explains in a smooth voice that doesn’t match his snarl at all, “A cruel woman from the colony Virgil was raised in. Nothing more.”

“That’s not what I—“

“I will take care of it.”

Ignoring Patton, Dee releases Virgil, who’s still staring at him like he’s just dropped dead at Virgil’s feet. He opens his mouth to argue, but Dee interrupts him with a raised hand, 

“You are not going anywhere near her. I forbid it.”

“No!” Virgil pushes his hand away, a spark of anger returning to his own voice, “I'm not going to just stand back and let her kill you! You're not strong enough to take her on!”

“And neither are you, remember?” Dee rolls his eyes, “Besides, she won't even get the chance to touch me. I am going to the Empress. I will tell her what we know, and we will get rid of her.”

“She…She could stop her, probably…” Virgil nods to himself, over and over again, until it looks more like he’s shaking,

“But what if something goes wrong? What if she remembers like we do, and gets to you first??”

“She doesn’t know where we are. And if she finds out, then I will call you and let you know the same way I called Remus to the ballroom.” Dee sighs. He seems settled back into his skin now, smiling calmly and reaching up to pat Virgil’s cheek, almost in apology.

“Trust me, darling. I can handle this just fine.”

“Uhh. It seems I may be missing some context here,” A lot of context, Roman mutters to himself, still a bit shaken by whatever just possessed Janus to silence Virgil like that, “But I also don't like the idea of you going alone. If you're just going to warn the Empress, why can't we all go together?”

“Because I am the only one here with the charisma to convince Her Luminous Imperial Majesty to act against someone who hasn't technically committed a crime yet.” Janus rolls his eyes, repeating the royal title with just a hint of sarcasm. Before Roman can protest to that particular claim, Dee turns his easy smile on him,

“Besides, someone has to take care of Remus. And to protect Virgil, who is in more pain than he’s currently pretending.”

Virgil hisses at him for a moment, not pleased to be called out.

“I need you two to trust me, and Virgil needs you to be there for him right now. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?” Dee pleads, and if that doesn’t just tug at Roman’s chest like a guitar string.

He’s honestly not completely sold on letting Dee go fight this alone, especially considering the revenge Roman needs to take on whatever evil-doer would dare to snatch Annie away. But, Roman does agree that Logan and Remus should get medical treatment (or at least some real beds) as soon as possible. And, of course, he definitely doesn’t want to leave Virgil alone when he’s being hunted, and acting so…odd.

“Well, of course,” Roman bows slightly, “If it's in service of protecting someone I care about, I don't need to be asked twice.”

“Promise you'll come back.” Virgil demands instead of asks, angry-red eyes trained directly on Dee. The sorcerer smirks in return,

“A promise to the fae? Here? I don't know if that's a good idea.”

“Please.”

The soft, shaky whisper cut through the barn like shattering glass. Dee even seems more winded by it than Roman, if that were possible. Roman’s never heard him sound this upset.

“You're breaking my heart here, darling,” Dee sighs, then reaches up to plant a quick peck on his cheek,

“Of course I will. I promise.”

“We both will,” Patton huffs, a fake smile plastered on his face as he’s clearly still not pleased with Dee at all. Everyone else in the room balks at him — Everyone but Roman, of course, who has known Patton quite a long time. 

“No, no, no—” Virgil chants, panicked, but Patton just walks up and takes his hand,

“Don’t you worry about me, Virgil! Dee said before that this Illia lady waited until she could find you to do anything, right? Then why would she attack two random folks out of the blue?” He reasons, patting Virgil’s hand softly, “And now Dee has someone to protect him if necessary.”

“I don’t want either of you to have to face her! This is my fight!”

“We’re just going to talk to the Empress. Right?” Patton levels Dee with a smile that can be described only as devious. Now it is Dee’s turn to look terribly annoyed.

“Right.” His voice is as dry as bone, “But are you certain you want to leave Virgil and Roman defenseless, with your unconscious boyfriend no less?”

“I trust Roman to take care of them,” Patton answers easily, (setting a little butterfly in Roman’s chest fluttering,) ”And they aren’t going anywhere dangerous. Besides, I think the Empress quite likes me!”

“Surely.”

“I still don’t see why we can’t all go, but I do feel better knowing that Patton will be there to help you. Now I’ll know if either of you are put in danger, so I can bring the cavalry in your defense!” Roman boasts, hiding away the part of him that really doesn’t want Patton to go without him. 

“Pat, you have to stop using people’s first names.” Virgil sighs, then kneels down to wrap him up in a hug, dropping his head heavily onto Patton’s shoulder.

Patton is startled at first, but recovers quickly, squeezing him so tight Roman could hear his back pop. Virgil doesn’t mind at all, soaking it in for a few moments before pushing himself back upright, expression closed-off and distant again. He really is acting off this morning.

“If she finds you, tell me right away. I...” Virgil shakes his head, “I don’t know how I’ve been doing this shit, but I’ll take us so far back this time that we can avoid this damn place altogether and never have to deal with this.”

Dee grumbles something under his breath, but no one hears him. He clears his throat and repeats,

“That won’t be necessary.”

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The boys make some plans on how to deal with Remus, Logan, and Illia'Jhaerza!

Virgil and Janus both seem to be acting strangely since the adrenaline wore off, Janus hiding it better than Virgil. Virgil was much more emotionally (psychologically?) affected by the encounter than he let on, but neither they nor Annie seem to have lasting injuries, except for some lingering exhaustion...

[husbandohunter]

Dear Father [Genshin Impact/Diluc x Reader]

Synopsis: Wherever you are wherever you may be, even if you are beyond my reach, I only wish to see you again. -from a letter lost in the wind.

(A story where you and Diluc somehow managed to meet Crepus)

Genre: all fluff

"I know how late I am to father's day but here's my father's day take on Genshin Impact! Just let Diluc be happy for once T_T Mihoyo pls."

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Discovering Master Crepus' old belongings was like wandering in a domain surrounded by ancient artifacts. Each piece holding the memory of someone you've never met.

The paintings. Master Crepus loved to paint. Typically birds were the main muse of this portraits since they deeply embodied Mondstadt's values for freedom which shows you how much he cherished this city just like his son did. In almost every hallway you walked through there was a collection of his paintings, some belonged to another artist but the majority was an original work. Diluc didn't have the heart to sell them.

Elzer. He was one of the oldest workers who served under the Ragnvindr name, ever since Master Crepus had appointed him during his earlier days. You were told that he treated everyone, both staff and noble, with equal respect. Almost all the denizens of Mondstadt knew this man for he was not only noble in riches but also in the soul.

"I'm sure he would have loved to meet you in person. Now that I think about it, you and Master Crepus are quite similar. Haha, it seems that Master Diluc was selective in terms of who he wanted for his future bride."

Elzer adds with a light chuckle but the statement only made you more curious. A man who affected the lives of so many others, he must have been a wonderful person.

Diluc. The bloodline Master Crepus left behind after his death, a piece of himself and the heir to the whole wine industry, his son Diluc. Although you could see the resemblance in appearance, both of them were men of prinicples and values, putting Mondstadt first before anything else and you suddenly realized if that was the reason why Diluc was so protective of this city. As if, it were everything he had? You could tell he loved Master Crepus very much, not because he said so, rather the painful expression buried deep within his crimson glare whenever someone brought up the topic. Diluc was skilled in hiding himself, it's something he practiced over the years of working alone, though he lowered his guard as long as you were the only one present.

Even so, he had many conflicts still wringing him internally and you didn't want to push him until the day he felt ready to personally tell you himself.

But it would be nice if he opened up, just a little bit.

There were times when you would worry since Diluc had the tendency to hide his feelings for the sake of not troubling you. He wanted to keep life simple and bright, bringing the best to the table while making sure that you lived safely out of harm's way. You couldn't seem to get him to understand that as lovers, you would be happy to help him, in anything. Unconditionally. It was natural for you to feel the need to force yourself in every once in a while and there was nothing more you wanted to know than the story of the man who raised him.

You would even jest on the idea of what it fel like to meet Master Crepus in person. Were you able to reach his standards by any chance? Would he have liked you just as everyone claimed? Of course, they were only silly indulgent thoughts so you quickly dismissed them in the end. Bringing back the past was impossible no matter how badly you wanted it. You closed your heart on that possibility.

On a lovely evening, while you and Diluc were taking your time off Angel's Share to make a stroll around Mondstadt's quiet streets, a strange merchant called over to you. She displayed various antiques ranging from different sizes to designs, none of them seemed to haven been carved in the same place but distinct cultures throughout Teyvat. The only thing they had in common was that they were all equally beautiful to the eye.

However a particular item of what looks like to be a heart locket snatches your attention and you instantly became mesmerized, allured by it's mysterious charm.

"Ah, the locked heart caught your fancy, my lady? It's said once you open it, you will be set free."

"It's magnificent..." you muttered, staring unabashed at the shining surface.

Diluc who was observing from behind folded his arms and tilts his head, "How much is that?"

Although you intended to simply inspect the choices, your lover immediately offers to pay. They all already gave the impression of a hefty price and you didn't want him to spend his fortune on things that deemed unecessary. Still, this wasn't the first time it happened. Diluc would always insist whenever you protested against him from buying anything, it was just a way of expressing his affections towards you. Mora was never a problem and you were priceless. That's how he sees things. You had to remind yourself to be careful when stumbling upon a bustling area full of salesmen next time.

"Five hundred thousand mora."

He purchased it without hesitation.

On your way home, Diluc noticed that something was amiss. You couldn't tear your gaze from the locket as if it had hypnotized you by the golden smooth surface. He had to ensure you didn't run into anyone by accident, tugging your arm closer so that it gave him an opportunity to lead you where you yourself could not. Surely it must have been the appearance but instead of being drawn by, you were drawn in. Completely.

I wonder...what will happen if I open it?

"(Y/n)?" Diluc narrows his eyebrows together. Did you like it that much? No, he knew you weren't the type to be so etranced by jewelry, this was certainly different. Even the merchant seemed a little suspicious when she approached you and Diluc couldn't ignore the heavy sense of aminosity that was emitted around her aura. He couldn't think within her presence but now that his mind was much clearer, he was able to use his skillful judgements.

"Wait...! Don't open it yet-"

However, he was too late.

The wind picks up at an alarming speed and you both brought up your arms to block the debris that had flown in the way. They swirled in non-stop motion until your worlds were engulfed with not even the sky in sight. Amidst the turmoil Diluc latchest onto you and holds your body close his chest as he was determined to protect against any force that dared to hurt you. Something heavy knocks his head and he winces, tighting his hold even further. Your voice could hardly be heard with all the noise that rung around and eventually you discovered the the world wasn't disappearing. You both were.

The last thought you had was the image of Master Crepus and you didn't know why.

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"Diluc? Diluc?"

He faintly heard his name through a series of echoes. Diluc fights to regaind concousness, feeling your grip upon his shoulder while trying to urge him awake.

"Diluc are you alright?"

Your worried face was the first thing he sees other than the fog that looms above. Diluc blinks a few times in an attempt to ease his migraine, using one arm to force his body into a seating position as he allowed himself to be supported by you at the same time.

"Does your head hurt?" You ask, palming gently against his forehead to feel the heat. Even if her was usually very warm, there was no unusual rise in tempurature, something must have hit him instead, "Here, maybe this will help."

Bringing out your hand you concentrated on generating the water through your fingertips. Having a hydro vision meant you were capable of healing magic which Diluc appreciated since he often came home late at night with injuries hidden behind his sleeves. But nothing came out and he became even more suspicious of the situation.

"Eh? What's going on?" You blurted out, patting down your clothes and your pockets, "My Vision, it's gone too!"

"Mine as well," Diluc flexes his fingers to test his own element, "It seems that our powers were sealed once we entered this domain."

"A domain that prevents you from using a Vision? That doesn't sound very comforting," you scratched your head, suddenly remembering the cause of your current problem, "The locket...it's all starting to make sense now. Ugh, I should have listened to you earlier, I'm sorry Diluc."

"No (Y/n), you don't have to apologize," he interjects and you returned a curious glance, "I should have stopped you the minute I discovered there was something strange. I was too careless."

"You felt that too? I thought I was the only one," your tone and face mimics one of surprise. The fog continues to dance around, enclosing the two of you to the small area. You lifted your head and looked above in deep contemplation, "When I saw the locket I couldn't tear my eyes off of it, like something was pulling me in. Like...there was a spell casted on it."

"What do you mean?" he asked in an inquisitive manner.

You nod, "I can't put my finger on it bit Ifel that the locket wanted me to..." balling your fist upon your lap, you stared intensely at the floor as if drilling holes into them while digging into the depths of your mind for any specific clues. Initially you thought the locket was so captivating that you were simply charmed by it's craftmanship. But tere was more than that, you began deciphering, there was also a need for fulfillment. A yearning desire, "to know. The locket was calling me to know."

'Once you open it, you will be set free.'

"To know..." you trailed off. How strange. No matter how much you tried to rationalize, you were always brought back to the same square as if the locket knew exactly what you wanted. What you were lacking. Because the one thing you wanted to know most about was the person you've never met, "Someone very important to you."

The fog dispersed.

Diluc instinctively puts an arm in front of you defensively as he scanned his quick and thorough eyes around the area. It didn't take long for him to know exactly where everything was. In fact, the abrupt change isn't what puts him on high alert, but it was how familiar everything looked to the point he evaluates if there was any reason to be skeptical or if he should be breathtaken.

"What a beautiful house," However you didn't recognize it. Diluc knew because he had yet to meet you during the time he lived in this estate, "I wonder who does it belong to?"

"Father's old mansion...how?" Diluc breatlessly mutters, as if seeing the supremecy of Celestia for the first time. When years passed after his father died, he chose to sell off the majority of his belongings, the mansion being on for example. Currently it was in the possession of a well-known business associate that used to be a friend of Crepus. The mansion would likely have looked much different due to the renovations it gone through but Diluc remembers the picture as if this were yesterday. Everything was in tact. The vine yard, the gazebo where they drank tea, the hill that he and Kaeya used to race on when they were kids-

Revelation burns in his pupils as his eyes expanded.

"Welcome home, my son."

Both you and Diluc fall wordless at the sight that appeared like a miracle's blessing. Crepus stands at a distance, the graceful smile complimenting his warm features. He looked exactly how the court artists portrayed him in the Ragnvindr's family picture. Sharp face with gentle eyes and an aura that was as pleasant as what Elzer described.

"So this is why the locket was calling to us," you whispered, "I guess the mora really was worth it after all."

"...Fa...ther...."

You snuck a glance at Diluc. From behind the resemblance was as clear as dawn, like you were staring at a carbon copy of Master Crepus himself. Almost. He was a less hardened version of Diluc during uncommon situations. It made you think just how much you didn't know before his father passed away. What kind of person was this man during his days as a knight? You never had the chance to know.

"Father is that really you?" Diluc couldn't help his voice from trembling, paralyzed in place when he could hardly make sense of what stands in front of him. The person he longed to hear from, the person who left the world too quick, Diluc was afraid to get his hopes up in case his father suddenly disappeared and everything was just an illusion conjured by his mind. He was already used to being betrayed and dealt with disappointment too often. Which is why he learned to trust only himself. But, right now, can he really trust himself?

Feeling your hand gently on his shoulders, Diluc was brought back to reality. You smiled with warm reassurance that bled into your voice, "It's okay Diluc. Go, I'm here for you."

There was the faintest light shining in his eyes as emotions swell in his chest. Ever since you came Diluc never had to feel alone anymore, truly, you were the light that was brought back into his eyes, to his life when he gave up the thought of seeing it again. If he couldn't trust himself then at the very least, he could trust you.

"Thank you," he embraces you wholly like you were everything, and you were, before letting go and taking off to the otherside.

The air hits him in a rush and knocks the ones out of his lungs, "Father!" Diluc yells with tearful eyes. For the first time in a long while he was finally letting his feelings run free, "Father!" A name that felt foreign upon words that is pushes him forward, wanting to claim the truth that was smiling from afar.

"Father!"

Crepus lifted his arms and openly catches Diluc when he crashed into him. Here. He was here. He certainly was.

"Haha its been a while hasn't it my son?" He begins, encasing Diluc in a hug like he did the day he turned eighteen. Crepus was a tall man and his genes seemed to have went through. Back when they were younger, Diluc managed to only reach the blade of his shoulders, just barely. Now they were practically the same height, "Look how much you've grown over the years. There were so many things I planned to say but I don't know where to start."

Seven years. That was how long Crepus spent alone with his thoughts. He saw what happened through that time span, the truth about the Knights and Kaeya's origins. To say that none of that bothered him would be a lie. Especially when his son was the most impacted throughout all the events.

"Father I...I-" Diluc tries to speak but the words dissolved the moment it reached his tongue. He wasn't the type to be very good at expressing emotions. None of it could simply be communicated by sentences. For him, actions spoke louder yet somehow, they still wouldn't be enough. Nothing can comprehend the weight of seven years.

Crepus seemed to have understood and fills in the gap instead, "I have also missed you and Kaeya. More than I can even say. It must have been so hard for you both to endure it all by yourselves. Life hits us when we least expect it but despite that, you still chose to persevere."

Diluc clenches his hold, face buried in his shoulders and mouth quivering as he barely answers, "Yeah."

"You're both my pride and joy no matter what happens, as a father I cannot be more proud," before knowing, everything that was said came out naturally from his spirit. Crepus may have his own set of things to share but he knew what Diluc needed the most, "So please don't stop relying on one another, don't always think that you have to do everything alone. Stength is a virtue. However, its okay to let go and allow new people to come into your life. I don't need to be avenged, as long as you and Kaeya are happy, its all I ask for."

As if the world had been lifted from his shoulders, Diluc allows himself to break just this once. On the outside, he was known to be an unstoppable force, the Mondstadt tycoon, the uncrowned king and a hero who serves at night. But here you saw only a boy who dearly missed his father as he hugs him tightly. Although you couldn't hear their conversation clearly, just watching them from where you stood was enough to make your eyes glisten from pure happiness.

"You finally chose to open your heart, right Diluc?" You quietly note to yourself, "You don't have to carry everything by yourself anymore, you're free."

'Once you open it, you will be set free.'

He was able to dwell in this one in a lifetime experience, all because you unlocked the heart and dispersed the fog inside.

They spent a good amount of minutes bringing the distance back together after being seperated for so many years. You made sure to make minimal movements in the consideration of their time. It was only temporary until Crepus noticed you standing in the distance and he gave you a quick glance. Your whole body tenses in response, suddenly feeling guilty as if you were a third wheel who didn't belong in the moment between two family members.

He's staring at me. Diluc's father is staring at me! Your thoughts panicked along with your thrumming heart. What should I do?!!

"I see you've brought someone along with you," He comments, the playfulness rising in his tone, "She seems to have been waiting for quite a while already. If you don't mind, may you do the honours of introducing her to me?"

Diluc turns to see you stiffened in place with your hands tightly clasped below your stomach and heat pooling from your ear to your cheeks as you dipped your head down. His father was a kind man and he couldn't understand there the discomfort came from, yet found it endearing nonetheless. Diluc walks over to you and extends his hand, silently urging you to come with him. You complied, albeit hesitantly at first.

"It'll be okay my love," he whispered softly, causing you to be taken aback by the nickname he called you by. Diluc often reserves them for special instances and this was one of them, "Whatever the staff told you about my father, they're the truth. Trust in their judgement. Trust in me."

"Diluc..." you say, voice fading. You knew him to be someone who always kept his word and someone who would never lie to you. Taking in a short breath, you nodded, "Alright, I will," and followed his lead.

There was once a time where you indulged in the idea of facing Master Crepus in person. But never did you prepare yourself for the amount of pressure it came with. Now that you were together with his son, there was a high chance that he would also become part of his family too, sooner or later. You weren't just meeting Master Crepus. You were also meeting your future father-in-law.

"Father, this is (Y/n)," Diluc starts the welcoming exchanges. You felt his hand squeeze yours gently. He turns to you so that you caught glimpse of his face, seeing the reverance in his gaze that was hinted among his handsome features, "She's the woman I fell in love with and I would do anything to make her happy. I cherish her more than anything else."

"D-Diluc!" you flushed, your embarassment as red as his own hair. But he wasn't bothered by it in the slightest.

"I only speak the truth."

Master Crepus lets out a content chuckle, drawing both of your attentions back to him, "He can be surprising poetic sometimes but I'm sure that he got it from me. Even my wife reacted the same way," he reminisced shortly before sighing, "In truth I already knew that you were together. Staying in the after life gave me the chances to watch things from an omniscient standpoint, I was sincerely worried how Diluc would handle things when I suddenly left, I hope you don't mind. If you do, I apologize for making you uncomfortable."

"N-Not at all!"

"Haha, you're very kind. Thank you. I'm glad that my son was able to find a woman like you to be his fated partner. As a parent, it brings me great reassurance," Crepus remarked, "I know he can be stubborn and a little too headstrong when it comes to making decisions. It really must be a handful for you to deal with at times but I promise you that he means well. So please continue to watch over him in my stead, take care of my son while I'm gone."

"You can count on me," you beamed, "I'll give it my all."

"You have my gratitude (Y/n)," Crepus replies and turned to Diluc, "And listen to her every once in a while. I may have been the previous owner of our wine industry but even I always make sure to get me sufficient amount of rest. Son you know its bad to get two to three hours of sleep every day."

You blinked, "Two to three hours?"

Diluc clears his throat, "I understand Father. You don't have to say it."

Oh I think he does.

With a satisfied grin, Crepus took both of your hands together in his and gave you his blessings. The man once considered to be an artifact through the vast mansion was going to be part of the memories in your life. All of your expressions held as much happiness as the future can become now that he gave you the closure you both needed.