#this is your fault cordelia

[ragnarokhound]

the what time stamp from sit, stay, speak 👀👀 i ate that fic up i need to know all extras about it

fjsldkajf Ok. When I wrote those tags this timestamp was PURELY HYPOTHETICAL. BUT WHELP.

Cross-posting it to AO3 too lmao

“Wait, wait, wait. I can’t be hearing this right. You were a dog? For a week?”

Tim sighs. He looks over at Dick before returning to the surveillance clips he’s sorting through.

“Yes.”

“And Jason didn’t know.”

“No.”

“Jason took care of you. For a whole week. Thinking you were just a normal dog. Jason.”

“Yes, Dick,” Tim says, long-suffering. 

And how long he has suffered.

Ever since Babs let it slip to Dick that Tim had been AWOL for a week and could use some help getting his cases in order, he’s been subjected to grilling from everyone. Even Cass texted him, demanding he spill it all. (She sent a single dog emoji, followed by an eyes emoji. Her methods of interrogation are as effective as they are inscrutable.) He’s had to explain the entire thing at least four times now, and it always comes back to the same ribbing questions.

“Wait. So does that mean— you actually ate dog food?” He stares at Tim with wide eyes, equal parts aghast and intrigued.

Tim wishes he were surprised.

“What— yes, Dick, I was a dog. Jason bought dog food and wouldn’t really feed me other stuff. So I ate dog food.”

“What did it taste like?”

“I don’t— like it smells? I don’t know, Dick, dogs have less oral sensory receptors than humans do. It was food. I was hungry. I ate it. It didn’t smell as good as the eggs or bacon did, but—”

“Todd fed you bacon,” Damian interrupts, eyes narrowing. 

Tim glances at him, not sure what to do about the weird note in his voice. 

It’s the first thing Damian’s said about the whole affair other than to roll his eyes and mutter a scathing ‘typical’ under his breath. He couldn’t have projected ‘I don’t care about your incompetencies’  any harder; but he also didn’t leave the room when Dick finally cornered Tim into explaining it all in detail.

And he’s here in the first place, in Tim’s Nest, helping with the mess. So.

“...Yes? A few times.”

Damian’s face twists into a dark scowl. “Tch. Idiot. There’s far too much salt in bacon, was he trying to kill you?”

Tim stares.

“Humans can eat a much wider range of foods than many animals,” Damian sniffs. “Most of what we eat should either be considered a treat or not eaten at all. This is basic. A child would know this.”

Tim doesn’t say anything about getting this unprompted lecture from a teenager.

“If Todd couldn’t be bothered to do even a basic internet search, I loathe to think of that man ever owning a real dog.”

“Who’s getting a real dog?”

Jason comes clomping down the stairs from the apartment with a grocery bag in hand. Tim’s heart does something he didn’t tell it to when he comes into view, holding a pack of Tim’s favorite energy drinks tucked under his arm. Jason doesn’t even drink those. He says they taste like death and chemicals, and he should know. Tim might swoon.

“No one,” Tim says at the same time as Damian says, “Not you.”

Jason frowns. “I could get a real dog, why can’t I get a real dog?”

Damian immediately rounds on Jason. “Please. You’re lucky it was Drake you were caring for and not an actual animal. You would have killed it!”

Jason scoffs as he crosses the walkway to lean casually against Tim’s computer desk. “Oh, come on. No way I would have killed it. Dogs are bouncier than that.”

Damian sputters, before launching into a tirade about proper animal care. Jason smiles serenely, always ready to wind up Damian as Dick looks on, partly amused and partly concerned, and Tim tries to bite down on his snickering. 

Jason sets down the six pack and pulls one off, handing it to Tim. Their fingers brush over the cool, wet metal, and Jason winks at him. Tim nearly fumbles the can.

“Maybe I should get a dog,” Jason muses, interrupting Damian’s rant before he can get started on the importance of socializing. He slants a grin at Tim. “What do you think, Timmy? How would you rate the Jason Todd experience?”

Tim’s thoughts go briefly X-rated before he gets ahold of himself. 

“Zero out of ten,” he says flatly, cracking the tab on his drink. “Would not recommend.”

Jason’s grin turns sharp. It's an expression that clearly says 'that's not what you were saying last night'.

“Oh?”

Tim makes a face at him around the can as he takes a swig. He hopes Jason reads it as ‘shut the fuck up, Dick and Damian are right here’ and not a challenge to see how far he can push it.

Thankfully he’s saved by Dick. First Robin, best Robin.

“You here to help out too?” Dick asks, clearly excited at the idea and trying not to show it, in fear of scaring Jason off.

“Nah,” Jason says, not unkindly. “Just swingin’ by. I had a suspicion that Timbit’s fridge would be about as empty as the last time I saw it.”

Tim squints at his screen, thinking back to lunch and trying to remember if he can defend himself honestly, but he’s pretty sure he just ate a snack bar from the pantry. He doesn’t think he’s so much as looked in the fridge since the morning he turned back into a human. He’d watched Jason make them breakfast from his place seated on the counter; Jason nearly burned the bacon, then blamed Tim for being…distracting.

(He maintains that the spell simply wore off after seven days. Significant numbers are also a thing in magic. Or was it nine days? It doesn’t matter. It was not true love’s kiss. Jason kissed him on the head the night before he changed back, but that doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t.)

Anyway.

Dick and Jason are chatting idly while Damian sulks in his corner. They seem to be comparing notes on Tim— and Damian’s— bad habits, but at least they’ve stopped asking him about the dog thing. Jason’s timing couldn’t have been better.

Gratitude for Jason swells in his chest. Tim watches him with a growing flutter in his stomach, and when Jason glances his way, caught, he smiles at Tim. It’s soft, conspiring. It rivals the moon.

“Alright,” Jason announces. “It’s about time I headed off.” From his corner, Damian grumbles something that sounds like ‘finally’.

“Thanks for coming by, Jay,” Dick says, clasping his arm. “Always good to see you.”

Jason ducks his head. “Yeah, yeah.”

He turns to Tim. “Try not to die of starvation while I’m gone, princess,” Jason says, ruffling Tim’s hair with a heavy hand.

Tim’s cheeks pink up. Princess? He’s about to— protest, surely, but Jason leans down over his chair, leaning in close.

“I’ll see you later?” He asks quietly, looking hopeful, his hand still warm on Tim’s neck. Tim can’t help how shy his answering smile is. In his periphery, Dick’s eyebrows shoot way up, and the tips of Tim’s ears go red-hot.

“Y-Yeah,” he says, super smoothly. “I’ll be here.”

“Good.”

All hope of playing it off to Dick and Damian goes right out the window when Jason leans in and pecks his mouth with a short kiss. And then a not so short kiss. 

Tim untangles his fingers from the lapels of Jason’s jacket reluctantly, opening his eyes in time to see Jason’s pink face and self-satisfied smirk before he’s turning around and hustling back up the stairs to the apartment. Presumably he’s putting the groceries away before going on his own patrol. Dick and Damian stare after him.

Tim can’t even be mad at Jason for dropping that little bomb and then escaping. He’d have done the same if their positions were reversed.

Of course, the second Jason disappears, Dick and Damian whip their heads around to look at Tim with big-eyed stares, one maliciously gleeful, one truly disgusted. Then they start talking over each other. Loudly.

“Timothy Drake-Wayne, explain yourself immediately—”

“I need bleach for my eyes, Drake—” 

Okay. He can be a little mad.

[fallstaticexit]

A reimagined story of Princess Cordelia Thebe of the Royal House Thebe

Part 1 of 3 | Next

Princess Cordelia: Long John was the first man I’ve ever loved. He was devoid of grace and beauty, a daunting and imposing threat of the seas—the exact type of man my father forbade me from seeing. And still, I found it impossible to distance myself from him. Our affair was filled with fervor and passion for an entire summer. I was so lost in the fantasy I could no longer tell the difference between my desires to abandon everything I knew to escape with him or to simply flee from the mounting pressures of the throne. It hardly matter. I never got what I wanted.

[Long John] I’m off. [Cordelia] I want to come with you. [Long John] scoffs The sea’s no place for a woman. No woman like you, anyhow.

Princess Cordelia: The novelty of it wore off eventually. I was tired of men telling me where I belonged. The last I saw of him, I had wished death upon him. I prayed the seas opened up and swallowed him and his rotten, filthy ship whole. If I’d known the gods of the oceans were listening, would I have spared his life in the end?

[Bob] I bring news from the ports, Your Royal Highness. It appears Captain Long John Buttercups ship caught fire last night. It is believed this was a planned attack. There were no survivors. [Cordelia] Well, it’s his own fault for being a lazy, unkempt man and a terrible pirate at that. I’m sure my father will be pleased there’s one less drifter in his waters. That will be all, Bob.

Princess Cordelia: Stupid, rotten man.

[hersterical]

(during a post season 7 btvs/au ats girl’s night)

Buffy: You guys remember that guy I dated senior year, Scott? Well, it turns out that after we broke up he told everyone in school that I was gay. Also turns out that he’s actually the one who’s gay. The really crazy part is that apparently a lot of people believed him. Can you believe that? What on earth could’ve given them that impression?

Willow: *avoids eye contact

Faith, who has had quite a few enlightening conversations with her court mandated therapist about Buffy: *slowly removes her arm from the back of the couch that was suspiciously close to Buffy

Cordy: You’re kidding, right? It wasn’t a rumor so much as a fact that you and Faith were hooking up, what with the way the two of you were constantly marking your territory like two dogs in heat. The real juicy gossip was the betting pool over whether you were cheating on Scott with Faith or cheating on Faith with Scott. I didn’t take part because my money was on Scott using you as a beard but nobody believed me

Anya: After the break up the consensus was that you cheated on Scott with Faith. I lost a lot of money on that bet

Dawn: To me. I got my ears pierced with that money. Mom was pissed

Anya: That was insider trading. I didn’t know it back then but I know it now and I want my money back

Dawn: If you really think about it that didn’t actually happen though. The whole false memory thing, remember? Cordelia: Wait, what false memory thing?

Dawn: Don’t worry about it. Besides, I don’t have any money

Anya: Then Buffy will have to pay me back

Buffy: Nobody’s paying anybody back. Willow, did you know about this?

Willow: What?! That’d be crazy! How could I possibly have known about that? And it’d be total betrayal of your trust. But if, hypothetically, someone, I’m not saying who but someone, made a joke about you and Faith dating in a public place without knowing that a group of no-good gossip mongers were lurking nearby, it wouldn’t be their fault. Right?

Buffy: Hypothetically

Willow: Yes, hypothetically

Buffy: We’re gonna talk about that later. Faith, you’re being weirdly quiet. Anything you want to add?

Faith: One thing that I learned in prison is when to keep my mouth shut. This is a mouth shut moment

Buffy: Of course it is

Faith: Unless you wanted me doing something else with my mouth

Buffy: Faith!

Anya: When will I receive the payment you owe me for all that money I lost to your duplicitous sister because of you?

Buffy: Anya! Everybody just be quiet for two seconds. Please. I need to process this

…

Fred: Y’all are fun

[xjulixred45x]

Hello! a Twisted Wonderland question and thought food if you’re comfortable with this. I read some about your thoughts and stories about Diabolik Lovers, But I had this imagine that what if Yui Komori is in Twisted Wonderland (bonus: what if Yui used to befriends with the Yuus back before the Twisted Wonderland)?

(cracks knuckles) MY TIME HAS COME

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS IDEA FOR MANY REASONS: 1- Yui is saved from the Sakaboludos, 2- she ends up in a world where she's treated like the hero she is, and 3- most importantly, CAN YOU IMAGINE WHAT YUI WOULD BE LIKE WITH ANY OF THE TWST GUYS?!

I imagine if Yui were to end up in Twst, it would be during the events of Haunted Dark Bridal or Dark Fate (the games where, personally, I think Yui suffers the most physically, emotionally, and psychologically, whether from the Diaboys, Richter, Cordelia, or any of these otherworldly creatures). Maybe Yui was trying to escape from the mansion or from one of the vampires when the black carriage ran her over and she ended up at the admission ceremony (poor Yui probably thought Kanato would have put her in a coffin).

Yui definitely finds Grim more adorable than scared and tries to hug him despite the imminent danger. Grim still refuses to be called "cute" or adorable by her, but he doesn't object to physical affection whenever Yui picks him up to hug or carry him around NRC. He also acts as her literal guard dog, preventing students with malicious intent from approaching Yui or trying to hurt her. He claims it's because of the tuna she gives him, but everyone knows it's a lie.

Yui is VERY naive, but that doesn't mean she can't see through the fact that Crowley isn't looking for a way for her to return home, so, out of habit, she ends up resigning herself to this new life. Hey, at least she's not being abused now, after all.

The idea of Yui facing the Overblots is both terrifying and very interesting. We know Yui is much stronger (both physically and mentally) than she looks, and, above all, she's a good person. She would see the injustices committed by several of the Overblot victims and WANT to stop them; it's part of her nature. Will she come away with a few scratches? Yes, but satisfied and having earned respect and a couple of hearts? Also yes!

Speaking of which...

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle is one of the first to notice Yui's accommodating nature (and, to a lesser extent, her fear of rejection/anger if she decides to be more assertive), so it's especially fitting that Yui stops by Heartslabyul when Crowley is killing her with extra work. He's not above scolding the headmaster for giving his assignments to a young girl he SHOULD be looking after (especially when said young girl is so polite and sweet).

Riddle LOVES it when Yui tries to discipline Ace and Deuce, even if it's something of a losing battle. He's very happy to know there's someone who enjoys order and thanks Yui for her help in trying to keep the two of them under control (he KNOWS that if the three of them get into trouble, it's Deuce's fault, and Yui is spared the scolding. Always). Yui has often tried to help with unbirthday party preparations, whether it's helping with the food (this girl knows how to cook almost as well as Trey) or taking care of the Hedgehogs.

Riddle and Yui as a couple would be so funny and sweet at the same time. Riddle makes it a personal goal to be intimidating for himself and Yui (they're both short, but Riddle is barely taller than Yui, which is another aspect Riddle loves). They both LOVE unbirthday parties and making desserts together (Yui stops Riddle from putting sauces that shouldn't be on a cake). Even if Riddle is awkard with comfort, he is definitely enraged to learn what Yui went through in his world, he assures her that she doesn't have to be afraid now that she is in NRC, and that if anyone tries to harm her, he will cut their heads off himself.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona tries to ignore Yui at first, probably because he's not completely convinced by her "goody-two-shoes" attitude, of course, until what happened in his Overblot, and he's starting to see her differently, not just as a helpless girl, but as someone quite clever, not as someone passive, but with quite a bit of character. Someone he can respect.

Yui is probably the one who generates most of the interactions between her and Leona, whether it's helping Ruggie with his errands, running into him at the botanical garden, and trying to get him to go to class. She's stubborn, Leona can recognize that too, as well as the fact that she's not easily intimidated. No matter how many times he tells her to leave him alone or even bares the fangs at her, she looks at him with a bored expression and continues on with her business. Leona finds her fun, interesting. Besides, Leona would be lying if he said Yui's attention doesn't feel special, nice.

As a couple, it would be quite interesting to see, since they're practically polar opposites. Yui is a super sweet and kind girl, Leona is... Leona, it's a mystery to many how these two ended up together in the first place, but honestly, there's no science to it. Leona makes Yui feel capable again, he lets her know in his own way that she matters (to him specially), that she feels safe with him (he definitely suggests, with a very serious and angry face, putting the Sakamakis in cages if they ever cross paths with them. Yui can't tell if she's being serious or joking).

Azul Ashengrotto

Let's be frank, even before the events of Book 3, Azul probably tried to scam Yui in some way if it weren't for Grim/Adeuce telling her not to accept things from strangers at school. Though honestly after that, I can see Azul being genuinely interested in Yui singing at the Monstre Louge in exchange for some favor she wants (we know from her official song that this girl can sing VERY WELL).

Another one who's taken aback by Yui's genuine kindness thinks there must be a catch, and genuinely ponders for hours when he realizes that no, Yui doesn't want to abuse him in any way, she just wants to be his friend. Yui ultimately generates a strange feeling in Azul, a desire to protect her. This girl clearly trusts too easily (according to him), and Azul will happily prevent other lesser students from trying to take advantage of that (which translates to Yui going to Monster Lounge a lot for "better protection" and singing/entertainment services).

Both Yui and Azul suffered quite a bit from comments/bullying due to their physical appearance, though Azul genuinely can't believe people have called Yui UGLY (UGLY? YUI? ARE YOU BLIND?!?-Azul), so I can see Azul being very big on compliments and words of affirmation, actually quite good with comfort and surprisingly patient. Both he and Yui are traumatized people, with many insecurities, just on different levels, and Azul is more than willing to support Yui while she's healing. It's what she would do, after all.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim and Yui are polar opposites, but in the opposite sense that with Leona, Yui probably didn't expect Kalim to receive her in such an abrasive, but above all, warm way. Hell, the guy wanted to do a PARADE just for her arrival. Everyone in Scarabia was super friendly, and above all, Kalim never made her feel like she owed him ANYTHING for all of this. He made her feel IMPORTANT without expecting anything more than her being happy (Yui most likely cried about this, much to Kalim's concern).

Kalim and Yui are equally oblivious when it comes to not trusting people, equally naive in many ways. They generally want to believe the world is full of good people despite everything they've been through. Probably just as Kalim might casually mention his trauma from being poisoned as if it were nothing, he'd be horrified if Yui did the same about what happened with the Sakamakis. He might even burst into tears when he finds out what she went through and hug her for a couple of hours.

A relationship between these two would be too much for NRC to handle; they'd be too brilliant (they're two sunshines combined). Kalim would make it his personal mission to ensure that Yui is spoiled the entire time she is in Scarabia, spending a good amount of time in the sun (to recover from the anemia), eating a ton of food, and lots and lots of cuddles!

Vil Schoenheit

Vil most likely noticed Yui immediately thanks to her striking appearance, and Vil was most likely the one who approached her first for a similar reason as Epel: he sees great potential in Yui. However, Yui doesn't really have any interest in such things, though that doesn't stop Vil from giving her advice or correcting her every time he sees her (things like fixing her tie/bow, telling her not to slouch, telling her that someone with her face shouldn't wear (insert generic outfit), etc.).

Vil is completely INCREDULOUS and almost offended when Yui tells him that "certain people" convinced her she was ugly, probably ending up forcing Yui to spend an entire afternoon in Pomefiore to get those ideas out of her through skincare and self-care. After his development, Vil finds Yui absolutely adorable, not only for her looks but for her attitude toward things, although he tends to get in the way if he thinks someone is trying to take advantage of Yui's goodwill, it's a reflex.

I can't describe a relationship between these two other than pure glamour and face card. Vil can't really show much of a relationship because of his career, but luckily Yui is more of an introvert/lowkey person. Small but meaningful things like spending time together at Yui's house, going somewhere new, going out to lunch, or just being with each other are enough, especially when one of them is dealing with their own demons (the Sakamakis? Don't worry, Vil has an extra-strong poison he wants to test on them firsthand).

Idia Shroud

How Idia and Yui managed to interact without Idia leaving his room or suffering a panic attack at the sight of a real-life pretty girl within 10 meters of him IS the true mystery of NRC. Oh well, most likely they met thanks to Ortho (the best chaperone ever), and you can't convince me that Yui wouldn't want to know what the heck manga is after being raised Catholic her whole life (Idia: My time has come (proceeds to give a 200-slide presentation about manga, Yui taking notes)).

Especially after their Overblot, Idia is convinced that Yui must be disgusted by him, or hate him, at the very least, repulsed by him, but when Yui opens up about her own traumas, what happened to her in her world, why she still doesn't want to come back, he can't help but start to believe that she actually sees him as a friend. Someone that nice is so rare in NRC, he could at least make an effort to maintain that, right?

Don't ask Idia how he got to date Yui; he doesn't know, it just happened. Yui may be somewhat introverted, but she seems extroverted compared to her otaku boyfriend. Idia is definitely the type of boyfriend who shows off his girlfriend a lot (probably because he himself never thought he'd have one). He may be a piece of shit, but anything Yui does? Incredible, excellent, fantastic. He won't be able to protect Yui in the conventional way, but that doesn't make him any less overprotective (the kind of boyfriend who puts tracking apps on both of their phones, starts crying when Yui takes more than 10 minutes to get to her room (he thinks she's dead).)

Malleus Draconia

Malleus expected Yui to be terrified of him like everyone else, but he definitely didn't expect her to see him with eyes wide open and filled with a feeling he never thought he'd see in a human: not fear, not terror, but FASCINATION. Yui doesn't just talk to him casually, call him silly nicknames, touch him as if he were just another student, but, whether she knew who he was or not, she always wanted his company. Malleus was overjoyed, but he also wondered: Why?

Malleus may be a two-meter-tall horned boy, but he's one of the gentlest boys Yui has ever met. She herself tells him she could never be afraid of him, which leaves Tsunotaro rethinking his existence for a solid hour. Him? GENTLE? It wasn't something he was associated with often, if ever. It's something Malleus learned to appreciate from Yui, that she saw things, people, through different eyes, not in the conventional way, that no matter what wrong you've done, you can be better.

Malleus as a partner is VERY devoted. Not only is he physically glued to Yui most of the time, but he shows love in many ways, both dragon and Fae (and some simply Malleus being AUTISTIC Malleus). Things like receiving jewels from the horde, date nights, going to see gargoyles, slow dancing in Diasomnia's lounge, among other things became common for Yui at this point, but most of all, many words of love and appreciation, Malleus will make sure that Yui has a very comfortable life, and being very, very loved (and the Sakamakis will have a very short life--).

Conclution: Yui is the ultimate Mc and should be put in twst for all the pain the Sakajerks have caused her.

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[redroses07]

F**k It I Love You /// Michael Langdon

Michael Langdon x Fem!reader

Summary: Reader is a witch, but her and Michael seem to have a special connection. So what happens when her coven has to oversee Michael taking the test of The Seven Wonders. Will she stay loyal to her coven, or herself?

CW: Swearing, Kissing, Alludes to smut, Sexual themes, some violence.

WC: 3.2k

A/N: Hey guys!!! My first full fic after my year long disappearance!!! I really like this and I'm super excited to post it! I'll definitely make a part two if this does good, or upon request. With perhaps smut? Anyways I hope everyone is doing well!! Love y'all and as always, enjoy! ♡⋆˙

You sit in your lonely, over sized room at Miss Robichaux's academy, awaiting this afternoon's daunting task. You and the rest of the witches on the council, including Zoe, Myrtle, and Cordelia, were to visit Hawthorne school for young warlocks.

It was a place where none of the witches, including you, enjoyed visiting. Mostly due to the crude and pompous attitude of the warlocks towards you and your sisters.

It's not your fault that warlocks were naturally inferior to witches. Come to think of it you had never met a warlock who was so much as tolerable. Well...that is until a few months ago.

This particular visit to Hawthorne was something no witch, or warlock for that matter, had ever thought would come to pass.

For the first time ever, the test of the Seven Wonders will be performed on a warlock. A young man named Michael Langdon.

From the beginning Cordelia, your coven's supreme, had refused to perform this test deeming that it would be suicide. That was until Michael brought two witches, Queenie and Madison, back from the dead.

While this changed her mind, it also raised her concerns about Michael.

Cordelia had called a meeting with you and the rest of the council prior to your departure. She had described a darkness in Michael, one she had never seen in someone before. She described his energy as almost inhuman, something otherworldly.

"I am warning you all, proceed with caution." Cordelia had said.

While you smiled and agreed like you had been made to do, you had other thoughts on your mind.

You had connected with Michael from the moment you first met him, and in a way you had never experienced with another. Your fellow witches had been standoffish and dismissive to him, most likely feeling threatened by his power, you didn't feel the need.

He seemed to feel comfortable around you from the beginning. You didn't know if it was because you were the only witch who cared enough to treat him like a human being, or if there were other reasons. Despite that, conversation with Michael came easy, and the more interactions the two of you had the closer you became.

What was originally a simple act of kindness turned into prolonged eye contact and uncontrollable eye contact. The increasingly frequent visits to Hawthorne began to feel less like a punishment and more like a reward.

No matter, your sisters came first, which meant you had to push your growing emotions away.

Under any other circumstance you would be excited to see your friend, but the Seven Wonders weren't just any other event. Especially after Cordelia's warning, so unfortunately today was going to be stressful no matter what.

"Hurry up everyone, time to go!" you heard Cordelia call, annoyance in her voice.

You jumped up, not wanting to anger her further, fixed your hat, and headed down the stairs.

You, Cordelia, Zoe, and Myrtle all gathered in a circle in order to transmutate to Hawthorne collectively. Queenie and Madison also joined you, Madison wearing her iconic scowl.

You stood next to Zoe, your favorite among the council. Not that you disliked the other witches...but Myrtle was a little batty and Cordelia was well...Cordelia.

"Prepare yourselves sisters." Cordelia said softly, a serious look on her face.

Next thing you knew, your group was standing outside the strange structure that was Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men.

The six of you walked in, all trailing behind Cordelia.

You passed through the dark corridors, trying to hide the fact that you hoped Michael would appear around the corner.

When you and your magical companions made it to the room where the testing would take place you were greeted by warlock Ariel Augustus.

Out of all the warlocks you despised he was by far the worst, there was just something so off-putting about him. Yet you still shook his hand and gave him a half-hearted smile.

You gave the room a quick glance, looking for Michael.

"And when will Michael be joining us?" You asked Ariel.

"I would like to get this over as quickly as possible" You add, in an effort to seem disinterested.

Ariel looks at you with a sour face before looking over your shoulder towards the door.

"Well, it looks like you've got your wish because here comes the young warlock now." Ariel replies with distaste.

You turn around, and are faced with Michael's golden locks and icy blue eyes. He's wearing his usual, a long black cloak over his school uniform, yet he somehow manages to make the basic outfit look better than ever.

"Hello Michael." You say formally, keeping your serious composure. All while the two of you exchange a playful look, agreeing that these formalities are ridiculous.

Michael greeted you and the two of you drifted off to the far side of the room where you pretended to make small talk.

"God, this is so stressful." Michael says to you, breathing out a frustrated sigh.

Around others Michael had the tendency to put on a show, but never for you. With you, he was free of judgement.

"It'll be okay, just trust your instincts. You've got this." If Cordelia knew you were giving Michael advice you would surely be punished, but she doesn't need to know.

Michael shifted on his feet and looked at the ground, failing at hiding the blush creeping up his pale cheeks.

You almost reached out to give him a hug of reassurance but then remembered the others in the room. If you were being honest with yourself you really did have feelings for him, although reality told you that would never work out.

"Can we all just shut up and get on with this shit." Madison announced with an eye roll.

It was never a dull moment with her around.

"Yes, yes." Myrtle said.

Everyone took a seat as Cordelia began to explain the rules of the seven wonders.

You and Michael stood near each other behind a couch.

You figured since your lower bodies were hidden from the others it would be safe to reach out and squeeze his hand for reassurance.

You slowly put Michael's hand in yours and ran your fingers across his knuckles. His palms were sweaty. You truly believed you were the only one who sympathized with him on this, and you were glad you could give him that.

You and Michael made eye contact and exchanged a look of longing.

You broke the eye contact to look at Zoe who was giving you a look as if to say "stop what you're doing." She knew, of course she knew. Zoe was your best friend, of course she could tell when you liked a boy. Even if the circumstances were far more dire than your average high school romance.

You drop Michael's hand but he reaches back over and pulls it back, signaling "stay"

You sigh, what on earth were you getting yourself into.

"Okay, now if the rules are understood, we may begin." Cordelia announced, while scanning the room.

No one objected, and Ariel motioned for you all to follow him.

You felt the warmth of Michael's hand leaving you, and you were released from your own thoughts. You looked over at him to see him slowly walking towards the exit.

"Come on," Michael called back to you giving you a half-hearted smile.

You hurriedly caught up with him and the rest of the group, although the both of you remained at the end of the pack.

Ariel led you down a series of dark corridors. They all looked the same, and you began to lose count of the amount of turns you had taken.

Good luck getting out of here if you needed to make a break for it, you thought to yourself.

When you finally reached your destination, everyone gathered in the center of the large room. It looked just like every other room at Hawthorne, drab and dungeon-like. The only difference here was that it was larger and relatively empty.

Cordelia stood in the center of the room, a stern expression on her face.

"The first of the seven wonders, Telekinesis." She pointed to Michael, calling for him to join her in the center of the room.

You watched him as he walked towards her. He did almost too good of a job at hiding his nerves, walking with such effortless grace. You were almost envious.

Michael pointed to a candle hanging on the wall along the far side of the room. The candle quickly floated into his grasp.

The warlocks applauded, looking thrilled with his performance.

Telekinesis was the easiest of the seven wonders, and one any basic witch or warlock could easily achieve. So, naturally you and your fellow witches remained unimpressed.

"Next is Concilium, or mind control." Cordelia explained, gesturing for Michael to begin.

Michael also demonstrated this with ease, making Zoe and Madison perform a dance before everyone's eyes.

The next four Seven Wonders, Transmutation, Divination, Pyrokinesis, and Vitalum Vitalus, were all demonstrated by Michael perfectly. Even better than yourself you had to admit, which was odd considering how inexperienced he was.

The further the test progressed, the more concerned the members of your coven looked. You were torn, as you usually were when it came to Michael. Part of you shared your coven's concerns, after all, a male supreme would change the course of all of your lives. The rational part of you did not ever want to see a world where the powers of a warlock surpassed yours. Yet another part of you, the part that cared for Michael, wanted him to succeed despite all other factors.

Although the hardest test of the Seven Wonders, Descensum, had yet to be tested. And you knew Cordelia wouldn't let Michael get off without adding a catch.

"Today, I'm not asking you to perform this wonder...I am asking you to conquer it." Just as you had expected, Cordelia was going to twist the rules.

Cordelia proceeded to ask Michael to retrieve the long lost Misty Day from the underworld, where she was banished after being unable to achieve the seventh wonder.

You glanced over at Michael, who stared Cordelia dead in the eye. You weren't surprised that he looked unfazed, he had in fact done this before when he brought Madison back from the dead.

Despite that, the warlocks were outraged, arguing with Cordelia about the task's unfairness.

"It's okay, I'll do it." Michael said calmly and definitively, shutting everyone up.

You gave Michael a concerned look, which he combated with a soft smile.

Michael laid down on the floor, getting in the position needed for the task. He began reciting the spell, which was a jumble of Latin words.

Michael then fell into a deep trance, signaling that the process of Descensum had begun.

Now all that was left to do was to wait.

You walked to the back of the room and sat in a chair next to Zoe and Queenie. You tapped your foot on the floor nervously, your heel making a repetitive clicking noise.

You waited in silence for about ten minutes, your eyes glued to Michael just in case.

"My god how long is this supposed to take, some people have things to do." Madison huffed, and as if on cue Michael shot up into a sitting position.

You, along with everyone else, rushed forward in anticipation.

"Where's Misty?" Cordelia demanded angrily.

Michael said nothing. He stared blankly at the wall, breathing heavily.

Before you could stop yourself you leaned down to check if he was okay, but just as you placed your hand on his shoulder someone's tight grip pulled you back.

"Watch out!" Zoe yelled, as she yanked you towards her.

You stumbled over your feet, nearly losing your balance. You looked below you and your eyes widened at what you saw.

Misty had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and right where you had been only moments before.

You were in shock, and apparently so was Cordelia.

She dropped to the ground and pulled Misty into a tight hug, tears falling from her face.

You looked over at Michael, who staggered back towards a table in the corner of the room. He looked exhausted, and you fought the urge to ask him if he was okay.

Your focus shifted when you heard Misty call your name.

The curly haired woman gave you a long teary eyed hug, and you only now realized how much you had missed her. You made a mental note to thank Michael for this reunion later.

"Cordelia!" Queenie yelled, and once again you were forced to shift your attention.

Cordelia was hunched over, blood running down her nose. She looked weak, like she had after seeing Queenie and Madison return.

"What's happening?" Madison shouted.

"What happens every time a new supreme rises, the old one begins to fade." One of the warlocks said proudly.

"You're a pathetic pompous ass!" Myrtle spat, pulling Cordelia close to her.

You followed her example and stepped closer to your supreme, putting your hand on her shoulder in reassurance.

"There is no denying it...Michael is the new supreme." Cordelia huffed before nearly collapsing to the floor.

You gasped, scrambling to help her back to her feet. Once Cordelia was stable again Myrtle and Misty carried her to a private room to help her recover.

"Well...I guess we will reconvene later." Ariel announced to the rooms remaining occupants.

As everyone began to file out of the room you saw Michael head in your direction. You began walking over to meet him when Zoe grabbed onto your arm once more.

She pulled you in the opposite direction and loudly announced, "Can I talk to you for a moment."

Before you had time to object she had pulled you out of the room and down one of the many dark corridors.

"Zoe is everything o-" She cut you off.

"Do you know how dangerous what you're doing is?" Zoe scolded.

Your stomach dropped.

"What do you mean..." you replied, acting clueless.

Zoe sighed in frustration.

'I'm your best friend, you think I don't see how you two look at each other?"

Dammit. Was it that obvious?

"Zoe, I know it's wrong. I know the coven will disapprove. I'm sorry. I'll make it go away, I promise." You sounded defeated.

Zoe pursed her lips. "Listen, I'm not saying you have to stop. I'm just saying be better at hiding it. Cause you know what will happen if Cordelia finds out."

You sighed, she was right. Cordelia would be furious if she knew, especially since she was already so suspicious of Michael. It would likely even be grounds for being burned at the stake.

"I'm just saying be careful is all, but other than that my lips are sealed." Zoe said.

You nodded in agreement and smiled at your friend.

"Be safe." Zoe hugged you quickly before walking off to go check on Cordelia.

You turned on your heel and walked down the hall, a long sigh escaping your lips.

As you turned the corner you felt someone's strong grip pull you down a darkened hall.

"What the hell-"

You looked up to see Michael looming above you.

"Jesus, Michael you scared me." You gasped, hand on your fast beating heart.

"I heard everything, everything Zoe said to you." Michael said, his piercing blue eyes burning into yours.

Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach.

"Michael. She's right you know. I mean my coven hates you, what would they think?" You explained.

"Shhhh.." Michael whispered as he brought his index finger to your lips.

"I don't care, what we have is more important."

"Don't you agree?"

Michael took your hands in his and brought them to his chest. He looked at you in a pleading, almost desperate way.

"Michael, I-" You said unsure of your actions. You knew the consequences of betraying your coven, but were you ready to embrace them? you didn't know.

"Please..." Michael stammered.

You felt his hot breath against your already warm skin. The strong scent of his cologne filled your nostrils. everything about him was irresistible, it was all just too much.

"I can't wait any longer. I need this, I need you." Michael said.

That was it for you.

"Oh just fuck it." You said before pressing your lips harshly to his.

You pulled Michael down by the front of his shirt to better adjust to his height.

The kiss was short lived, but that didn't stop you from wanting more.

Thankfully Michael felt the same because he reached for the nearest door and opened it, pulling you inside.

He kissed you sloppily and hungrily as he yanked you through the doorway. He slammed the door behind you while continuing to kiss you.

"Is this a closet?" You asked, looking around at the small space.

"I believe so..." Michael replied, smiling at you.

You laughed and kissed him again.

Michael pushed you into the corner while kissing you slowly. He bit down on your lip, drawing a significant amount of blood. You let out a soft moan as Michael sucked at the small wound.

Michael broke the kiss and gazed at you lovingly.

"God you're so beautiful."

You smiled, trying to hide your flustered reaction. He made your heart do back flips.

Michael kissed you on the cheek, then your lips again.

"Everyone's probably looking for me, I can't be gone too long. After all I am the supreme now." Michael said with a smirk.

"Just a few more minutes please." You whined, pulling him into you.

'Well, I guess I can make time for you." Michael kissed you harshly as if this was the last chance he'd ever get to.

His hand snaked down your back and stopped to tightly wrap around your waist. You couldn't hear anything except heavy breathing from the both of you.

You reached up, lacing your fingers through Michael's hair. You pulled at the long blonde locks.

Michael put his hands under your thighs and hoisted you up around his waist. This gave his easier access to your neck and chest, which he began pressing desperate kisses to.

Michael nipped and sucked at your neck and parts of your slightly exposed chest. Only then did you feel something poking you beneath where your legs were wrapped around Michael's waist.

"Well someone's excited." You stated.

"What can I say?" Michael laughed softly.

You smiled, rolling your eyes at his sarcasm.

"Want me to take care of that for you?"

Michael's face turned red, clearly embarrassed. As much as he tried to hide behind his 'bad boy' persona, he truly was just an awkward guy.

"As much as I'd love that it'll have to be another time. Unfortunately I have more important things to take care of." Michael sighed.

You frowned, disappointed. He was right.

"How about this. Tomorrow night we meet, and we can finish what we started." Michael inquired, tracing his finger across your jawline.

You smiled,

"That works for me."

On that note you and Michael exited the cramped closet. But before stepping out into the hall Michael pulled you in for a hug. He wrapped his arms around you lovingly, and you sank into his touch.

"I love you." Michael whispered so quietly you could barely hear him.

"I love you too." You replied with no hesitation.

Michael kissed you on the forehead before stepping out into the hall.

"Till tomorrow, my love." Were his parting words as Michael disappeared around the corner.

You laughed to yourself, what an adventure this was going to be.

[morphean42]

Falsettos unpopular opinions because two people asked for this and honestly I don’t give a fuck anymore. I want to state this isn’t in response to anyone in particular, though, and if you get offended by any of these think about why. For a good reason? Please tell me and I’d love to debate it, truly. For a petty reason? You’re simply part of the problem.

1. They are Jewish. End of story. If I see anything related to Christianity or Christmas or whatever the fuck with them… shut up. Yes Whizzer is half-Jewish, yes in the revival Cordelia isn’t Jewish (WHICH BRINGS ME TO ANOTHER POINT ILL GET INTO LATER), yes they are most likely secular as evidenced by Mendel’s “religions just a trap” and ‘Days Like This’, no this does not give you the right to ignore their ETHNICITY AND CULTURE.

2. It’s okay to like the revival more. It’s not okay to ignore the original just because you get blinded by conventionally attractive men. Going to my Cordelia point, she’s Jewish in the original, her line ‘Shiksa caterer’ is ‘Kosher caterer’. Again it’s fine if your headcanons and fanfics and fanarts are based on the revival, I love it too, but stop acting like it’s the only version.

3. Whizzer’s entire personality does not revolve around being gay. He’s not a sassy twink. He’s a full grown man with issues that need to be addressed. Again, I reiterate, he is not a twink. Stop. Drawing. Him. Skinny. And. Hairless. I don’t care if ‘ oh but but that’s just my art style!’ Shut up.

4. Correlated to the above point, here are things Whizzer is not: a prostitute, a drug addict, relying on Marvin for everything, a twink (saying that again to get it through peoples fucking skulls), innocent. I’m 100% positive if the people who had these headcanons watched the OBC version of the show they’d never continue to advocate for them… once more I’m begging you guys to look past Andy Randy’s beautiful face and actually use critical thinking skills when it comes to Whizzer.

5. Short but (not) sweet: don’t claim to understand Marvin if you haven’t watched In Trousers. Just don’t.

6. If you flat out hate any character in the show, you’re wrong. Yes I’m still mad about the Mendel thing; if you think any one character is worse than the rest and isn’t just a fully human person with flaws and nuance, you don’t understand the musical as well as you claim.

7. It’s not the ‘gay’ musical. If you like falsettos for Whizzvin and nothing else, please, just… I don’t even know. There’s so much more to it than ‘ooo boys kissing.’ Please grow up, this leads into a whole other point but fetishisation is never okay, no matter who does it.

8. So many people treat Trina as either a perfect angel or just the side character in the way of the gay people. She’s an entire person, an entire character with flaws and hardship and terrible actions done by her and to her. Treat my homophobic queen with the respect she deserves, and acknowledge her faults too. It’s more misogynistic to treat her as perfect when she has issues too than just saying ‘she’s never done anything wrong’.

9. Stop making AIDS jokes.

10. This next one is probably the most iffy on the list. I will never be one to police fandom and creation, you can engage with material in any fucking way you like it literally doesn’t matter to me… but I dislike AUs. Now, I’ll always enjoy a little fun, adding in a twist like lesbian Whizzvin, or enjoying a feel good college AU. But. Especially for Falsettos the canon events are so fucking important and cannot be disregarded as casually as some do. AIDS is an extremely important part of the story, as well as the fact that both Marvin and Whizzer are men. I’m trans myself, but I dislike making them so simply because everything about their characters, all the characters, are so highly specific and important to take these aspects away is to disrespect the message of the musical.

11. It’s very important Mendel is straight. I see some people headcanon him as bisexual or trans or so on, and this just feels so wrong to me. Trina and Mendel are straight and that’s why their acceptance and love for the others in the Tight Knit Family is so important, especially Trina struggles with moving away from the idea that these ‘homosexual tendencies’ are wrong. They are straight but they love Whizzvin and the lesbians just as much as anyone else.

12. This one is so petty and I accept that, but… HIS NAME IS NOT MARVIN GARDENS. GARDEN IS A JOKE CHRISTIAN BORLE MADE BASED ON MONOPOLY. Jesus guys please just stop it it’s so stupid, William Finn didn’t have a last name for Marvin on purpose, and though I can’t do more than theorise what that purpose was, Gardens is so stupid. It’s not even funny. Same goes for Cohen, which just is odd. The only name I could begin to accept is Falsetto, and even then… just work around the last name in your fics.

12 1/2. SIDE TANGENT Jason would never take Weisenbachfeld as his last name. As a child of divorce… no. He’ll never view Mendel as a true father over his own dad, especially after Falsettoland, and he wouldn’t take that name. Hell, I’d known my ex step-father since I was two and I’d never have taken his last name. So, please, I never want to see Jason Weisenbachfeld again. That’s just not how it works.

At the end of the day this is just me alone in my room bitching… I just hope these points resonate with others.

[biggestsimp12]

Can I ask Yuma x chubby yui sister reader x reji X ruki x sabru please!

Where she almost died by evil mother xordilia

Sorry if they might be short or not really what you asked for, I just wrote what I understood from the request! Hope you like it!

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Various diabolik lovers characters x chubby, Yui-like chubby sister!

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Yuma

Yuma may playfully tease his sister about her chubbiness, occasionally calling her nicknames such as “piggy.” However, he fiercely defends her from any outside ridicule, ensuring that anyone who dares mock her faces severe consequences.

He often encourages his sister to adopt healthier eating habits, not out of disdain for her size, but to ensure she avoids excessive consumption of junk food.

If his sister expresses insecurity about her weight, Yuma is willing to support her in achieving her goals, whether through exercise or other methods, while maintaining a lighthearted and encouraging attitude.

Yuma encourages her to be active, not out of any judgment but because he believes it’s fun. He might drag her into the garden, excitedly showing her how to plant or harvest, often framing it as "our thing" to bond over.

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Reiji

Reiji may initially comment on his sister’s weight, suggesting it is unbecoming of a proper lady to neglect her physical refinement. However, if he observes that his remarks cause her distress, he adjusts his approach, refraining from further unnecessary criticism.

Reiji won't care anymore about her physical appearance as long as she upholds proper manners and decorum. If anything, he scolds anyone who comments negatively about it, viewing such remarks as vulgar and unnecessary.

Reiji despises Cordelia for many reasons, but her attack on his sister cements his hatred. Despite not being fully biologically related, Reiji takes his responsibility as the "older sibling" seriously and feels he failed to protect her. He keeps this guilt internalized, channeling it into strategic measures to ensure such a thing never happens again.

Reiji has a hard time openly comforting her but does so in his own way. He prepares her favorite tea or leaves books she enjoy on her desk. His gestures are subtle but heartfelt, often coupled with advice to stay cautious.

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Ruki

Ruki couldn’t care less about his sister's chubbiness, viewing it as irrelevant to her worth. If anything, he praises her for traits like kindness or adaptability, focusing on inner qualities rather than outward appearances.

He subtly works to rebuild their confidence, often praising their intelligence or unique qualities to make them feel valued.

Ruki values the reader for who they are. He subtly defends them against anyone who might mock their appearance, often with a quiet but intimidating glare.

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Subaru

Subaru’s disdain for Cordelia is unmatched. Though she isn’t his biological mother, her cruelty has left deep scars, and her attempt on his sisters' life pushes him over the edge. He often fantasizes about destroying anything related to her memory.

Subaru hates when anyone comments negatively about her appearance, especially since he knows how much cruelty can hurt. He’ll lash out violently at anyone who dares insult her, even if it’s an offhand remark.

Subaru struggles to express his emotions but shows his care through small actions, like sitting with his sister in silence or giving her gifts he thinks she’d like. He’ll awkwardly tell her that your chubbiness is fine and that anyone who says otherwise is an idiot.

Subaru carries immense guilt for not being able to stop Cordelia’s attack, even if it wasn’t his fault. His rage often manifests in destructive behavior, but he tries to channel it into protecting his sister, vowing to never let anything hurt her again.

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The end <3

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I'm sorry again if this wasn't what you wanted, I tried. Have a nice day! :)

[ask-cordelia-sakamaki]

Karlheinz to Cordelia:

Cordelia, you were never the queen of anything. Just a passing phase in a plan far greater than you.

Right, I was never queen of anything, but rather an empress.

In fact, if I hadn't fallen completely in love with you, I might have kept that title.

You not only cheated on me, but you also betrayed me, causing me to lose the title, therefore it is entirely your fault.

[ushsblog]

Headcanons and Ideas that Episode “Through the Looking Back Glass” Left Me With

(Long post)

1. Wandless magic

First of all, every time I see the incident scene, I can't help but wonder about the magic without a wand. I mean the part where Child Cedric performs a spell with his bare hands, when he tries to fix Cordelia's hair.

That got me thinking because (and correct me if I'm wrong) I don't have seen another sorcerer or sorceress do magic only with their hands. My headcanon about this is that some wizards, with a long lineage of magic, can do some spells without a wand.

And, well, it makes sense to me knowing that Cedric came from a long line of wizards.

Anyway, I don't know if doing this kind of magic is somewhat advanced for a child. It caught my attention when Child Cordelia says: "But you can't cast a spell like that, Ceddy. You're too young".

And then, Cedric shows her he actually CAN do the spell. That, more than a headcanon, makes me wonder if Cedric was a prodigy in magic before losing his self-confidence due to the incident.

And it makes me a little sad thinking about whether Cedric could have had a brighter future if that incident had never happened.

2. Goodwyn being a terrible father

I always found it so unfair the way everyone treats Child Cedric when the smoke serum failed, and even more so, the way his parents let it happen. I know this doesn't even happen in the episode, but I think it's somewhat implicit that Goodwyn didn't defend or at least comfort Cedric. He doesn't even seem to forgive him for his "mistake."

I mean, if your son accidentally hurts his sister, I understand your anger at first. Maybe saying he shouldn't be playing with things he doesn't know or punishing him for his carelessness, perhaps. But eventually, you should tell him it's fine, that you know it wasn't his intention, right? I don't know, something like that, because despite everything, HE'S A CHILD.

Children make mistakes. Cedric's "mistake" was serious, of course. But I think that, as a father, anyone should not let it grow so much that it becomes social rejection. I don't know if I explain myself. But I mean that the way Goodwyn (and Winnifred) handled the matter was terrible.

This brings me to my idea: something was wrong in that family even before the incident. (Explained more in the later points)

Maybe not as bad as it sounds, but personally, I believe something was happening at least between Goodwyn and Cedric for Goodwyn to act like that. I could also say, my headcanon is that Goodwyn had all his hopes and expectations on Cedric. He was going to be his replacement, the new Royal sorcerer, even if he was a child.

I believe part of the way Goodwyn probably reacts and treats Cedric after the incident (I'm referring to all the scolding and interrupting him, as seen in the Mystic Meadows episode) comes from that idea of him disgracing his legacy. Sorry if it's a very basic idea, but this takes me to another point.

3. Goodwyn shit-talking about Cedric

So, similar to the part before, I think that even before the incident, Goodwyn was very hard on Cedric. For the reasons I explained before, I think Goodwyn put pressure on Cedric to get his spells right and that kind of thing. Because, surely even before everything, Cedric did not meet his expectations.

And one of the reasons I believe this is because of that part when Child Cordelia screams at Cedric during the incident: “This is all your fault.”

Because even if, at that moment, it definitely looked like it was his fault, why was Child Cordelia's first reaction to scream and blame Cedric? Because it's a learned habit.

From nothing more than Goodwyn. A child doesn’t learn alone; they imitate behaviors from their home and environment. He doesn't care to say it in front of Sofia (a girl who shouldn't be involved in it) in that buttercups episode, after all. That’s my headcanon here.

Cordelia saw the way her father scolded Cedric, and then, she learned to do it. The incident was only the trigger, so to speak.

It obviously got worse after the incident.

4. Winnifred and Cordelia Relationship

I know it was such a short scene and maybe the animators didn't want to make a young Winnifred model, but where the fuck was Winnifred during the incident? It's your daughter's big special entrance; shouldn't you be in the front row to see her?

That was just a thought I wanted to share, anyway…

This episode, and others about Cedric’s family, gave me the headcanon that just as Cedric had a bad relationship with his father, Cordelia had it with her mother.

Maybe not as bad as Cedric with Goodwyn, but something like that. Let me explain my thought. When Child Cordelia needs comfort, she doesn't look for her mother; she runs to her father. (Well, yeah, because Winnifred wasn't there, so we don't know if Cordelia could have gone to her instead.)

I think Cordelia and Goodwyn had a better relationship because Winnifred always had a slight preference for Cedric that only grew after the incident. With Goodwyn and Cordelia attacking Cedric, Winnifred may have felt an obligation to be on her son’s side.

That probably would make Child Cordelia feel like her mother is betraying her. I mean, if your mother tries to defend the person that hurt you (that left you bald), you probably feel angry at her.

Even more so when she spends her time saying he's a “great sorcerer” despite everything he did. You live permanently bald because of him, and he's a great sorcerer? That's totally bullshit. (At least, that's what Cordelia must have thought.)

And, as it seems in “Cedric be good,” she also supports him in anything he does. Even when it’s something bad and a legit crime. I just imagine Winnifred defending Child and young Cedric for everything he did, even if, sometimes, it was really his fault. So, in part, that makes me understand Cordelia's anger.

Yeah, I made a headcanon to understand and empathize with Cordelia a little.

So, probably Cordelia got closer to her dad. I also can see them talking shit about Cedric while doing some activity together, lol. It's like their recreational time.

Summary: Cedric is a mommy’s boy and Cordelia is a daddy’s girl. (Is that expression well used? I don't speak English but I have seen some people use it. I'm a little afraid of using the wrong expressions and having something else understood.)

5. Sorceress/ sorcerer balls are a presentation to magical society.

Yep. That's my other headcanon. (And I think it's for any gender)

I belive this because of the other wizards we can see in the background. Again, I know it's because it's probably easier for animators to use the same models of other characters, but let’s leave that aside.

These wizards are the same as in the episode “Hexley Hall” during the song the other familiars sing to Wormwood. These people are academics from Hexley Hall and, apparently, very important people in the world of wizards. (Because of the number of portraits they have around the series and so on.)

I think the ball is a way of presenting the new little wizards who will join the world of sorcery. Also, I think that after 10 years old, is the time they enter Hexley Hall. So, it makes sense for people from Hexley Hall to come to these parties to see their future students and members.

I say it's from the age of ten because in Cedric's flashback in Hexley Hall, he already has white locks. Personally, I think Cedric was 8 or 9 during the incident, and that Cordelia is the older sister. In fact, I thought that was canon until I saw some people disputing it.

Anyway, that only makes Cedric's mistake more significant. Because he, in front of the eyes of the most important people in the magic community, looked like a failure. And maybe that's why he had such a bad reputation in Hexley Hall.

Plus whatever he did in his school years.

Thank you for your time! I would like to know what you think about it. I can't believe how interesting a scene that's less than five minutes long is.

[cookie-nom-nom]

Reading Barrayar I felt trapped in Cordelia’s head. It’s incredibly effective for the dread of war as a civilian. Plans and machinations happening beyond you, with no input. Hearing of things happening that seem far off and like yeah that’s awful but then suddenly it dominoes in a way that destroy your life and it’s not your fault and you could've done nothing at all to prevent it. Especially the tension of being hunted in the Dendarii mountains with no idea how the war is going, if they’ve already lost, if it is already too late. Cordelia is doing actively important things in service of the war by sheltering Gregor, yet there's this pervasive feeling of helpless lack of control. She spends most of the book with this dread of not knowing when the next threat to their family will come, and I don’t think it could’ve been done so effectively if we had access to the information Aral had. I found it frustrating at times, since it felt like Cordelia was swept up in events with little agency (at first; obviously our dear captain didn’t remain there). I wanted so badly to be with Aral seeing and knowing and making the decisions.

But that’s the point! Most people have absolutely zero agency in those situations and little information and it’s terrifying. Barrayar captures the feeling of being a civilian in war where so many narratives narrow in upon the heroes and 'men of history' that control conflicts. That's what readers expect. I think that’s why I loved the ending so much. After so long trapped with Cordelia, just trying to survive the larger machinations of Barrayar’s bloody politics, it felt so, so good to finally be on the offensive, to have information the opponents don’t, to finally have power and the means to control what happens. It's a relief to the constant tension of having no agency in a giant conflict that frankly Cordelia had no business being affect by, yet was swept up in because of her love of Aral.

Which is the second thing I deeply enjoyed in Barrayar. I love how the war is made so human. A messy tangle of human relationships control it. I can’t stop thinking about the hostages. There are just so many children being used because the war holds the future hostage. Tiny precious Miles utterly incapable of comprehending how large a pawn he is. Young grieving Gregor vital to the plans of both sides whether dead or alive. Elena, who should be of no importance but she is because that's the kid of an unimportant soldier, just like every other hostage is another piece in the web of the war. I keep thinking about the relatives of Aral’s men caught in the capital. The hostages that Aral refuses to take. Everyone just trying to take care of those they love, and the points where they must put other priorities over their relationships are heart wrenching.

Barrayar looks dead on at how little people try to survive a civil war. From the mountains where the fighting seems so far, and information is slowed to a trickle of the singular mailman. The invasion of forces that disrupts people who may not even know there’s a war yet. The scientists and the genius lost in a single blast that goes unnoticed. The urban populations trying to sneak in food and people and keep their heads down. Random citizens debating who to sell out, weighing risks and bounties, if it will get them the favor with the occupiers that will help them survive. All so small in the grand scheme of things, and yet they are who Barrayar concerns itself with.

Cordelia’s uncertainty and fear would’ve been undermined if we were allowed to see in the heads of people driving the conflict, because Barrayar isn’t about those people. It is the desperation of two mothers, powerless and kept in the dark, that topples the regime.

Addendum: Cordelia’s relationship to Aral firmly places her in an upper class position that is important to note when discussing the role of civilians/‘little people’ within this analysis. But as a woman on Barrayar she is extremely limited in the power she is allocated, especially compared to someone like Aral, which would be the military leadership POV that novels more focused on the grander scope of war would utilize. Again not to say Cordelia has no agency or power, but it is not to the degree of the people in charge. Thus I place her alongside the average people swept up in a war outside their control. Still, her position as a Vor Lady gives her some access knowledge and connections that she turns into power, which while limited are far more than the average citizen. Her significance to Vordarrian is exclusively viewed as yet another hostage, an underestimation that Cordelia readily exploits, but still afforded only due to her status. Cordelia occupies a position of importance but not power beyond the scope of the people she’s formed direct relationships with, which only further ties into the essay's thesis.

[stayevildarling]

I just found ur account and I wanna say how much I love your stories, especially the Cordelia×Wilhemina×Billie and reader ones ❤️ I wanted to ask if you could write one where both wilhemina and reader have had a bad day, and once they come home to their other girlfriends, wilhemina snaps at reader for something due to the bad day she had and reader snaps back which shocks them all? Maybe abit angsty with fluff at the end 💕

Wilhemina Venable x Cordelia Goode x Billie Dean Howard x Reader- Glimpse of us

tw: angst, cursing

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As you finally enter the familiar walls of your shared home, the weight of the day's troubles seems to hang heavy on your shoulders. Despite your best efforts to shake off the stress from work, it clings to you. Billie and Cordelia are quick to notice the tension, you entering the academy first, Wilhemina following behind with an expression that almost would have scared them, if they didn't know the redhead so well by now.

"Hey there, love," Cordelia greets you softly, her voice infused with concern as she invites you to take a seat.

You manage to nod weakly in response, not trusting your voice to betray your frustration. Billie, ever perceptive shoots you a sympathetic glance, before looking over at Wilhemina, hesitating whether to take a seat or leave to the comfort of her own office.

,,Come on, I made dinner, love'' Cordelia tries gently, somehow convincing the redhead to sit down.

The meal feels dreadful, the awkward tension in the air, not only making you and Wilhemina uncomfortable but evenly your two blonde girlfriends. Cordelia tries for a while, to make conversation and include you and Wilhemina, barely coaxing any words out of either of you two, you not daring to look up at your redhead girlfriend after the events from today.

Sighing in frustration, Billie eventually breaks the silence, not being able to stand the silence ,,Okay, what is going on you two?'' she questions, her gaze flickering between you and the redhead. Wilhemina doesn't look up, she simply continues her meal as if nothing happened and it infuriates you. Cordelia notices your tension, placing a gentle hand on your leg in an attempt to comfort you. Billie's eyes meet yours, pleading with you to fill them in, let them help, fix this palpable tension between you, usually filled with so much warmth, love and adoration.

And then Wilhemina's gaze meets yours, unexpectedly and right there you find yourself back in the events from earlier today, her intense gaze clouding your memory with her sharp words,

,,Why are you always breathing down my neck? Can't you see I'm trying to concentrate?'' Wilhemina snapped, the frustration very clear in her features and laced in her voice.

,,I'm sorry, I just wanted to help you, I thought we are supposed to be a team'' you began, trying to defend your actions.

Her gaze lingered on yours, knuckles turning white as she grips onto her cane hard ,,Well maybe if you actually did your share off the work, instead of constantly distracting me, we wouldn't be in this mess'' she snapped, her voice filled with venom.

You scoffed, trying to swallow your frustration and pain ,,Oh so now it's my fault?'' you spat, your emotions getting ahold of you. ,,Typical, you always find a way to blame me for everything''.

She rubs her temples in frustration then, hating for the way this escalated, not expecting your reaction and too stubborn to fix it now. ,,I'm not blaming you for everything but you're not exactly making things easier right now'' she carried on, her features already softening at this point, voice less filled with anger.

And usually, you would have faltered there, simply accepting she was in a mood and leave her to cool off for a bit. You would have never spoke again after that statement but today had triggered your mood in ways it never has and so with one final statement you end the conversation taking place in the redheads office. ,,Fine, I'll just leave you alone then. Maybe you'll appreciate it more when I'm not around to bother you'' you spat, on the verge of tears but doing your best to hide those.

,,Yeah, maybe I will'' she spat in return. You stood frozen in the spot for a moment, knowing this was your fault as you shouldn't have lowered yourself to her mood, shouldn't have talked back but it hurt. Her statement hurt and you missed the way her features softened as she saw tears sparkling in your beautiful eyes. You simply scoffed, turned around and left.

The two of you didn't speak for the remainder of the day, you did your own things in your office, working hard to ignore and forget about the argument with your girlfriend. You had always doubted whether it was a good idea to work with Wilhemina. She suggested it in the end, explaining how a position needed filling, one where she would be close to you and could keep an eye on you. And undeniably, she did just that. Making sure her bosses aren't anywhere too close to you as they couldn't be trusted. You did an immaculate job and the mishap that day definitely wasn't on you but the redhead couldn't keep her frustration in and when you kept asking and asking her what you could do to help, she snapped, assuming you would take it better, not expecting your reaction as she didn't calculate the fact, that maybe, just maybe you haven't had a good day either.

,,Wilhemina, what did you do?'' Billie snaps, her sharp voice bringing you back into the present. You didn't realise that you must have zoned out for a moment, only now realising your cheeks are wet, Cordelia looking at you with so much concern, so much worry.

,,And what makes you think this has anything to do with me?'' Wilhemina spits, meeting the blondes gazes before bringing another fork, full of food to her mouth.

But the medium was having none of her usual antics, unable to see her babydoll hurting. ,,Because usually Wilhemina, you and Y/N return from work giggling, hands and eyes all over each other'' Billie spits. Your eyes find Cordelia, not being able to stand the tension in the room, not wanting to drag them into the argument as well. The supreme notices how uncomfortable you are, quickly stopping the other two.

,,Enough'' she simply states, meeting their eyes with a silent warning and as Billie notices your shivering form, she complies, stopping but her redhead lover is far from stopping.

As Cordelia gently wipes the tears from your cheeks, you hear her voice ring through the air yet again. ,,Yeah that's right, let them coddle you again, poor girl'' she spits, her words causing for both blonde heads to snap into her direction.

Your chair scraps against the wooden floor, standing up, startling both Billie and Cordelia a little but the redhead enjoyed it, igniting your flames. She balances on her cane standing up, waiting for your next move.

,,You know what? fuck you'' you spit, Cordelia's eyes widening and Billie's jaw dropping, this definitely not like you at all.

,,I'm sick of it, you constantly treating me like shit at work, do you have any idea how much your words hurt me earlier? If you don't want me around to bother you fine- I won't'' you snap, your emotions bubbling out of you.

,,Y/N'' Billie exclaims, both in a scolding manner for raising your voice but equally shocked at your sudden outburst.

With a swift motion, Wilhemina steps forward, her expression a mixture of anger, guilt and pain. You aren't looking at her, keeping eye contact with Billie but out of the corner of your eyes, you see Wilhemina's hand move towards you but before she has the chance, you stop her, taking her wrist.

,,Don't you dare'' you spit, now looking into her eyes. The tension is thick, your words lingering in the air as well as the redheads actions.

A second later you let go of her wrist, and turn around, needing to cool off, a lump forming in your throat. ,,Y/N'' Cordelia tries, but you are long gone, banging the bedroom door shut after you made it upstairs.

The three of them remain frozen in their spots, Billie still sitting at the table, her mouth slightly ajar, not able to believe the scene she just witnessed. Cordelia stands frozen by the table, holding onto it for support, before approaching Wilhemina, who stands frozen in the same spot you had left her in, her arm not having moved since you let go of her grasp.

,,Darling'' Cordelia tries as she approaches her girlfriend, the redhead not being able to look into her eyes as her gaze falls to the floor. ,,I- I had no intention of-'' she begins but the supreme is quick to interrupt her, taking her hand into her own. ,,I know my love, I know'' she reassures, rubbing soothing circles on her lovers hand.

,,I wanted to -'' she tries again but the words get caught in her throat. ,,I know darling, you wanted to calm her down'' she finishes the words for her. ,,I know you didn't mean to hit her but she wasn't looking at you, don't go there please'' Cordelia tries.

Wilhemina falters under the blondes gaze, not daring to look at Billie, not wanting any judgement from the medium. ,,I'll be in my office'' she announces before walking off, her cane hitting the floor hard. And as Cordelia and Billie follow her with their eyes, they see how broken and tired their girlfriend looks, ascending the stairs. The weight of the situation very visible in her features and posture.

,,What the hell was that?'' Billie comments, making sure the redhead's office door bang shut before she begins.

Cordelia meets her gaze before her eyes fall to the floor ,,I don't know'' the supreme mumbles, feeling guilty for not having interjected this before it blew up the way it had. ,,She wasn't going to-'' Billie begins, playing with her acrylic nails in a nervous habit. ,,No'' Cordelia quickly interrupts, her features a little stern for Billie even suggesting that she would have hit you.

,,Should we go talk to them?'' Billie tries, walking over to the supreme and stroking her cheeks, in order to make the concern fade from her beautiful features.

,,I think Mina needs to cool off'' she argues, taking a deep breath. ,,Let's try with our babydoll then, hm?'' the medium replies and is met with an empathetic smile, before she nods in agreement.

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There aren't a lot of times when you wish you could be a witch but right now was certainly one of those times. All you wanted to do was take the entire bedroom apart, smash things, kick and break things, let your anger out that way. But unfortunately you couldn't fix it all again with a flick of your wrist. And so instead you pace, back and forth, fists clenching and muttering angry words to yourself. You barely hear the door knock and you definitely don't acknowledge it, wanting to be left alone, no matter who was behind that door.

As the two blondes enter, they exchange a glance noticing your pacing, Billie actually finding it quite adorable as you rarely got mad or upset like this. But she remained serious of course, not wanting to upset you further.

,,Sweetheart?'' Cordelia begins gently, as she remains lingering by the door, not wanting to overwhelm you with their presence.

Halting your steps, you simply look at them, their worried glances upsetting you even further because the last thing you wanted was drag them into it.

,,Do you think you can talk to us babydoll?'' Billie tries next, taking a few gentle steps towards you. But you retreat, taking some steps away from her and for a moment Billie gets scared, not being able to handle rejection well.

,,No, this is between me and .. Mina'' you mutter out, sounding more moody than you intend to.

,,Darling, I worry that you two may need a little help sorting this out'' Cordelia tries, knowing for sure Wilhemina was stubborn and by your earlier outburst, she for the first time didn't trust you enough to fix this with the redhead without support.

,,Cordelia I don't need you to coddle me all the -'' you quickly stop yourself, forcing your eyes shut and cursing internally as to why you would let it out on the angels in front of you.

,,Delia I'm so sorry'' you quickly start but as you open your eyes, you already find her in front of you with a gentle smile. ,,I know darling, come here'' she invites as she opens her arms and right there you falter, allowing her to hold you, ignoring the thoughts of how Wilhemina was right about them coddling you and allowing it to happen.

After a little while, she scoops you into her arms, taking you over to the bed where you lay in her lap, Billie following and positioning herself next to you. ,,Can you tell us sweetie, hm?'' the medium tries again, her eyes twinkling with love and encouragement.

And then it spills out of, the horrible day you have had at work as Jeff and Mutt provoked you all day, sending you on all sort of errands and even one of them making you incredibly uncomfortable. Delia makes a mental note there, knowing that bit needed to be adressed at another time. How something in the production went wrong and they made you and Mina fix it. But only Mina really had the skills and despite trying your best you couldn't fix it and all you wanted was to help her. The words that followed after and the argument between you two. How you thought she was going to hit you, despite only seeing something out of the corners of your eyes, how you know she would never hurt you and how horrible you feel for making her feel that way.

By the end of your confession you are sobbing into Cordelia's chest, feeling horrible for being so stubborn and angry. Billie and the supreme simply hold you, drying your tears, whispering words of encouragement into your ears. And when you finally calmed down, Billie hooks your chin, wiping all your tears and giving you a soft smile, followed by a kiss on your forehead.

,,Sweetie that is all very understandable and I'm sure neither you nor Mina meant any of it, it sounds like a big misunderstanding'' she tries and your eyes simply wander to her lips, following her every word.

,,I want to talk to her'' you eventually mutter out, looking up at Cordelia, still holding you close. They exchange a glance, figuring you had calmed down enough by now, despite being a little worried about your other girlfriend and whether she felt the same already. ,,Sweetheart, would you like us or one of us to come with you?'' she tries but you shake your head and slowly climb out of her lap.

,,Thank you both'' you smile, a little shy and they simply give you a big proud smile, as they remain on the bed. However as soon as you shut the door, their worried gazes meet, unsure whether this would end well.

As you make your way to Wilhemina's office, assuming that's the only place where she would be, your heart bangs inside your chest, legs trembling a little as well as your hands. You take a deep breath, close your eyes for a minute, before your shaky hands knock on her door, quiet enough not to startle her but loud enough for her to hear you.

There is no reply and for a second you consider turning around, maybe she isn't ready yet to talk and needs some time to cool off. But then worry lingers on your mind, wanting your Mina to be okay but before you can think it over further you hear a quiet ,,Come in'' and you do instantly.

As you glance around her office, you notice the scattered documents on the floor, her cane on the floor, Mina sitting in her armchair. You assume she threw it across the room, hence the scattered things everywhere. ,,Mina, can we talk please?'' you try gently as you step towards the middle of the room. Before she replies you kneel down in order to pick up some of her things, off the floor, not wanting her to do it in the end and potentially hurt her back.

,,I'm not a child, I don't need you cleaning up my messes'' she snaps, but you ignore her, neatly putting the documents on her desk and reaching for her cane scattered somewhere. As you walk over, you place it next to her, ready to leave her alone again but she suddenly takes your hand. ,,You're bleeding'' she states and as you look at your palm you indeed notice a cut, bleeding down your wrist. ,,It's fine Mina'' you mutter out, realising you must have picked up a piece of glass as you collected the documents, probably from a glass or mug being thrown around.

As you try and withdraw your wrist, she meets your gaze, not letting go. ,,Let me'' she tries and as much as you want to tell her that you aren't a child in return, you simply let her guide you to the bathroom connected to her office. As you lean on the bathtub, inside her bathroom plastered in lilac, you watch as she carefully opens her medicine cabinet, several bottles of different medication neatly placed, before she withdraws the first aid kit. She pulls out a disinfected spray and a bigger bandaid before approaching you.

Her eyes meet yours and you see pain in them, guilt, fear and without thinking about it your non bleeding hand cups her cheek, taking you both by surprise. ,,I'm so sorry'' you whisper as she slightly melts into your touch.

,,This will hurt a bit'' she explains calmly before you extract your hand and watch as she takes care of the cut for you. In awe you watch how gentle her movements are, spraying some disinfectant on the wound, before gently wiping it clean and wrapping it up in a band aid. Her eyes scan your features, looking for any kind of pain or discomfort but there was none. ,,Thank you Mina'' you whisper as she places the first aid kit back into the cabinet.

,,I understand if you don't want to talk to me'' you simply whisper before giving her a thankful smile as you look at your hand. As you step out of the bathroom and towards the door, she stops you. ,,Y/N'' she tries, her features filled with pain, tears beginning to form in her dark brown orbs.

,,I'm so sorry for saying all those things to you'' you apologise, your eyes pleading for her forgiveness.

,,Did you really think I was going to-?'' she begins but you instantly stop her ,,No'' you reassure her, meeting her eyes as you make the statement.

,,I know you would never hurt me Mina and I'm sorry for overreacting'' you begin, explaining how you misread the signs and how you know now that she simply wanted to comfort you.

,,I don't want you to be scared of me'' she whispers, a tear streaming down her cheeks. ,,I'm not Mina'' you quickly reassure as you brush the tear from her perfect features.

A little while later, Cordelia is now the one pacing around the bedroom, Billie's attempts to calm her down failing with each try. ,,I'm sure they are fine'' Billie keeps repeating but the supreme couldn't help but worry. ,,Screw it, I'm going to check'' she states, leaving the room and Billie following after her rushed, her heels clicking on the floor as they walk down the tiled corridor.

As Cordelia opens the door, she finds you curled up in Wilhemina's lap, the two of you sitting in her large purple armchair in the corner. Neither of you are talking, as all the talking had been done, simply enjoying each others company as her fingers take turns from running through your hair and gently caressing the cut on your hand through the bandaid. You listen to her heartbeat, holding onto her for dear life, not wanting to let her go.

The supreme smiles, all the worry leaving her features. ,,Told you Ms Supreme'' Billie teases.

,,Would you like to go to bed, little one?'' Mina whispers gently, tilting her head a little to look at you.

You simply nod and leave her lap, instantly missing to be this close to her. Passing her the cane, she balances before you follow the two blondes to the bedroom. After you get changed, you lay down, Billie and Cordelia to your left and waiting for your Mina.

As she finally approaches the bed, you take in her features, hair down and one of your favourite nightgowns that you had bought for her. ,,Mina?'' you whisper as she comfortably positions herself next to you. ,,Yes my sweet girl?'' she whispers as her gaze meets yours. ,,Can you hold me?'' you ask and the way your question came out, causes for more tears to almost escape. ,,Come here'' she coos as you wrap yourself up in her arms.

,,And little one?'' she whispers softly, still trailing her fingers through your hair. ,,I never want you to leave me alone'' she admits, thinking back to the argument and her earlier statement. ,,I know'' you whisper before holding onto her, again for dear life.

[reijisteacup]

The vampire Royals, ie Karl Heinz and his wives and his brother's reaction to Ichigo Momochi. You can add Azusa if something gets a lil shady

OOP A CHALLENGE!!!! I LIKEY <3

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Karlheinz Sakamaki:

wait my fault....

Karlheinz finds Ichigo utterly fascinating, like a spiritual riddle wrapped in pastel lace and trauma. Her Kansai dialect and raspy voice break the mold of the refined, sterile image expected of vampire brides. She doesn't behave like a delicate noble flower—she's full of color, contradiction, and quiet resilience. He sees her as anomalous, and anomalies are always worth dissecting. Her blend of Wicca and Shinto, combined with charms meant to ward off negativity and attract love? Oh, he knows they’re powerless against him, but her belief in them — her conviction — draws his philosophical curiosity. "How fascinating... even after loss and fear, she still dares to believe in unseen forces. Even mine." Ichigo’s goals of studying parapsychology and anthropology amuse him. “So she wishes to study the dead and the mad, yet sleeps among the living myths themselves,” he murmurs. He may test her by subtly warping her perception — making her question whether her stalker is gone or if something worse now watches. Her hidden arms? Oh, he knows. And he knows why. But he won’t pry — not directly. Instead, he’ll orchestrate conversations or dreams that force her to confront what she buries. Would he use her trauma? Absolutely. Would he treat her with cold fascination, like a ghost in a glass box? Also yes. But underneath it all, he sees the spark that could awaken something long dead inside him: empathy. She might be the first “experiment” he doesn’t want to break.

Richter Sakamaki:

Oh, he likes her. Probably too much. Her voice? He calls it “raw honey over thorns.” Her clothing? “A sin wrapped in lace.” He’s a master manipulator and Ichigo’s softness, her sweetness, makes him see an opportunity. If he finds out about her past stalker, he might pretend to sympathize. “I, too, know what it’s like to be watched, to be hunted…” (He does not.) He may try to seduce or deceive her under the pretense of “protecting” her. He’ll say things like, “They don’t appreciate how rare you are here. But I do.” If Azusa shows up or gets too close, Richter will see him as a problem. "A broken doll guarding another broken doll. How poetic. How inconvenient."

Beatrix Sakamaki:

Beatrix is reserved, austere, and sharp-tongued — she’d likely see Ichigo’s fashion, voice, and theatrical behavior as immature or attention-seeking. However, her opinion would slowly shift. She hears Ichigo singing a Vocaloid song softly while organizing her charms and almost dismisses it… until she notices the subtle pain and yearning laced in her voice. That rasp? That raw, cracked vulnerability? It reminds Beatrix of her own youth before Karlheinz turned her heart to ice. If she notices the scars or Ichigo’s fear around loud, aggressive men, she might offer cold but practical advice. “If you want to survive in this world, girl, stop hiding your wounds. Wear them like blades.” Would she ever admit she respects Ichigo? No. But she might give her a black velvet shawl one evening and claim, “It clashed with my wardrobe.” (It didn’t.)

Cordelia Sakamaki:

Cordelia initially treats Ichigo like an insect: an aesthetic bauble brought into Eden or the mansion for Karl’s amusement. A Kansai-accented, raspy-voiced girl in frilly skirts who collects plushies and sings about stars and heartbreak? Laughable. “You must think you’re enchanting with your witchy charms and dolly clothes… darling, you're a knockoff in a world of originals.” But deep down, Cordelia notices the tension in Ichigo’s shoulders when a man stands too close. She notices the way Ichigo’s voice catches when she talks about her past. She sees the long sleeves and immediately knows why they’re there. She doesn't feel pity. She feels power — and something much more dangerous: mirroring.

Christa Sakamaki:

Christa sees herself in Ichigo — too much, maybe. The plushies, the fantasy obsession, the spiritual charms — it screams someone who’s trying to survive her pain by crafting a new reality. And Christa, lost in her own delusions, becomes both drawn to and unnerved by Ichigo’s presence. She calls her “the dream girl,” both lovingly and fearfully. Sometimes she calls her Usagi instead of Ichigo, claiming, “That’s what you were supposed to be named, wasn’t it? I hear names…” She’s protective in a ghostly, unstable way. “If anyone hurts her again, I’ll make the walls bleed,” she whispers to herself — whether Ichigo is near or not. Ichigo might be one of the few people who treats Christa gently, never patronizing her. In return, Christa might give her strange cryptic warnings that end up saving her later.

Azusa Mukami:

Azusa recognizes the pain in Ichigo immediately. The long sleeves. The ghost of fear in her smile. He doesn’t ask. He just sits near her. “Your charms… don’t scare me. Pain doesn’t either. If… you’re scared, I can… be scared with you.” He gives her one of his plushes without explanation. It's frayed and missing an eye. She gives him one of hers — a pastel bunny named “Mochi.” If Richter or anyone starts targeting her, Azusa will quietly insert himself into every interaction. Not with threats, but with presence. He’s always there. Always watching. And if someone tries to hurt her again? Azusa’s violence is slow, quiet, and impossible to stop. “You already broke her once. You don’t get to try again.”

[yuikomorii]

Is it me or does Laito think Ayato and Yui are similar? I don’t mean it only in Ayato’s routes but in Laito’s ones it can be seen how he starts feeling disgusting when these two try to show that they care about him and so on. Sorry if I didn’t express myself correctly, I hope you got my point tho.

// That's right, given that Laito secretly envies purity, and both Ayato and Yui are the embodiment of it in his eyes, which triggers him.

Laito is a very complicated person… he has a hard time believing in genuine kindness, therefore he may find it repulsive.

There's a moment in Laito's LE route where Yui mentions that kindness was the reason of Ayato’s actions, but Laito was so close to genuinely vomit when he heard that.

Laito admits in the VERSUS CD that he envies how upright and pure Ayato is (first pic). While it’s true that he shouldn’t have overlooked Ayato’s trauma for centuries, I somewhat get why he had such a resentment against him. Of course, Ayato was not at fault for being that way, but I really doubt it's simple to accept that your brother is actually the person YOU wished to be.

Purity is seen as a perfect virtue, Ayato is even described by Rejet (second pic) as someone whose true face is represented by his pure heart. On the other hand, Laito is the polar opposite. He’s anything but pure and he hates that. He is aware that due to Cordelia corrupting his mindset, such a trait is unattainable.

As for Yui, even if all those bad things didn’t happen in the same timeline, it must still hurt suddenly being sent by your own father to a mansion full of vampires, who need to feed off you to survive. Yui's continued positivity and ability to see the good in everyone (even when not romancing them) in spite of these circumstances speaks volumes about how pure her heart is too.

In LE, Laito acknowledged that he projected his frustrations on both Ayato and Yui. Nevertheless, a part of him knew that the two of them would forgive him anyway because, well… that’s how Ayato and Yui are. They’re famous for forgiving and empathizing with those who have hurt them and nobody can change that.

I also really like the parallel they pulled in these scenes. It’s just so precious how both Ayato and Yui would accept Laito no matter what and that truly highlights their purity of heart.

Translations belong to: dialovers-translations on Tumblr

Laito's personal growth and realization that he matters and is not alone was one of the very few positive things of LE. I’m glad they decided to write about this aspect of Laito and Ayato’s relationship, as well as trying to make Yui understand Laito more and vice versa.

Unfortunately, they had to give him that questionable good ending, which essentially erased all the progress, BUT leaving that aside, the characters who are the most aware of each other’s true side are without a doubt Ayato and Laito.

[heronchildlove]

Could you PLEASE not spam tags for Cordelia and James with all Heronchild content when Cordelia and James shippers would love to see mostly their relationship in their tags. There's something really inconsiderate about doing it so constantly. Is there any way to post your content on a fanfiction site instead of James’ tags everyday? And Sorry I really don’t mean to sound rude 😭

This has got to be the stupidest anon hate I've ever gotten.

I don't "spam" tags for cordelia and James as I never tag Cordelia in my posts unless she is actually involved in them and never tag with any other ship name aside from the ones involved. This is not "spamming", this is tagging correctly.

I tag James in my posts because he is involved in the ship with Matthew. It's not my fault barely anyone else posts about James except for me. Curate your own internet experience and block this blog if you don't want to see the posts or go make your own posts about James and Cordelia to fill the tags instead of sending people entitled anonymous asks.

[justmeinadaze]

Head Filled With Demons Part 5 (Steddie X You)

A/N: I bare you...this final part. <3. I can always come back to them as I'm sure they have many more stories to tell now. When I wrote Maeve I pictured her looking very much like Charisma Carpenter (Cordelia from Buffy). I think she's a gorgeous lady :).

Enjoy!

Warnings: Demon Steddie X Human Fem Reader, SMUT, slight over stimulation (they are enjoying her and each other), DP, and everything else that comes along with these three. FLUFF, LOTS of mentions about how much they love her and vice versa, ANGST, final murder (brief), sassy evil Henry is back, mentions of their past summoners and what happened with them including their murders, Reader meets the woman that trapped them and makes a deal. I think that's everything.

Word Count: 7954

“Fuck!”, you screech into the sunrise as you march along the wooded path. 

“Oof someone’s angry.” A beautiful young lady dances past you towards a tree you feel like you’ve seen many times before but can’t pinpoint where. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I’m, um, trying to save the… men… I love.”

“How so?”, she asks without looking your way as she does a pirouette.

“Um…They’ve been stuck somewhere they shouldn’t have been in the first place. They deserve to live a normal life and be happy.”

“What an odd word choice. What IS a normal life for a demon?”

Your eyes narrow in her direction as you try to follow her while she continues to do ballet steps you saw your own mother do numerous times. 

“Do I know you?”

“Let me ask you something, Y/N.” She twirls around a tree and when you chase after her, you find her standing at the edge of the hill looking off in the distance. “If you could take their place, would you?”

Your eyes snapped open, meeting Eddie’s worried look. 

“Are you alright? You were tossing and turning a lot.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Is it normal for your summoners to have dreams?”

“What kind of dreams?”

You lay back against your pillow as you try to gather your thoughts. 

“Since I met you, I’ve been having dreams about Hawkins on fire.”

“I mean, yeah, I’m not surprised.”, Steve sighed.

“Sometimes…unique dreams come through though. One night I had a dream that you two died with me here in this house. I told you to go to Oblivion and you both refused with Eddie telling me that…he wasn’t going to lose another princess.” The demon’s fingers reached out to caress your cheek. “The morning my dad died, he talked to me and then disappeared somewhere with my mom. She told me to go easy on you because what was about to happen wasn’t your fault.

Steve blinks as he exhaled heavier this time. 

“Last night, I had a dream that I was trying to save you from your stone and this woman kept dancing around me, asking me questions.”

“Did you know her?”

“No, I don’t think so but she was gorgeous though. She had long brown hair and piercing brown eyes with caramel skin. She had on this pretty red silk, lace dress that was probably decades old.” Their eyes shot up to look at each other. “What?”

“Y/N, did she have any jewelry on?���

“Um, she was moving around a lot so I couldn’t see but she did have like a ring with a clear stone and some red in it, I think.”

Eddie gripped your cheeks a bit roughly and turned you to face him. 

“What did she say to you, Y/N? Did she ask you any questions or try to make a deal with you? THINK! We need to know?!”

“Why? Do you know her?”

Steve grabbed his friend’s wrist and motioned for him to release you. “No, baby.  We just… want to make sure it isn’t someone that can hurt you.”

Your gaze shifted between them both and you could tell they were both obviously upset about what you had seen. 

“Don’t do this again. Don’t hide something from me that could help.”

“It won’t help. Trust me. She can’t and won’t do anything.”

“So you do know her?” Neither of them answers and it infuriates you. “Fine. If you won’t tell me, I’ll find the answers myself.”

############

“What is this thing you’re using?”, Eddie asks with genuine curiosity.

“This is called a ‘microfiche’. It amplifies the tiny print on the paper.”

“Huh. Kind of seems like a waste of effort since you won’t find anything.” You and the demon beside you turn towards Steve as he sits behind you with his arms folded. 

Since they wouldn’t answer your questions, you went to the only place you could think of that may help, the library. You told the librarian what you were looking for and after glaring at you like you were insane, finally guided you to some newspapers and documents that may help. 

You were honestly surprised how enthralled Eddie was by what you were looking at. Maybe he thought you’d never find out anything about the stone so he wanted to learn what he could. As he sat beside you, he leaned his head on your shoulder while placing his palm on your knee. It was a comforting feeling; one you wanted to have for longer than the week timeframe you had left. 

“Oh shit. That’s Arthur.”

You paused the machine and made the image as big as you could. A man in his early twenties was being handcuffed and placed in a cop car. Steve suddenly appeared next to you as you read the information. 

Arthur Leeman (23), shown above, was arrested after being found near the body of rich aristocrat Michael Jameson (50) with a knife in his back. Jameson was found by his son Kevin Jameson (24) and swiftly notified the authorities. The young Jameson stated that Leeman was unhinged, claiming demons told him to kill the elder Jameson or the world would end.

“Fucking idiot.”, Eddie sighed. “We told him NOT to kill Michael because all fingers would point to him.”

“Plus, it wouldn’t help his situation. Kevin loved his dad even though he didn’t approve of his sexuality. But…Arthur was desperate.”

“Does it say what happened to him?”

You scanned the article until you found the answer. “He was found guilty and died in jail.” Glancing at their sad faces, you reached out caress them. “I’m sorry.”

They shrug and you continue your search. After about thirty minutes, you feel like you’ve hit a dead end until a drawing catches your attention. You recognize her from the memories they provided you and how she’s displayed in the image. Men are holding her arms behind her back as flames surround them. 

“Elizabeth.”

“Fuck me. They made her look like a crazy person.”

You point to the article underneath as you speak. “She did kill 20 people in the fire she started. It says they, um… they made an example of her by killing her in the town square.”

Steve growls as he stands and begins to pace. “She wasn’t crazy. She was a good woman before she met us. Before she found that fucking stone. Y/N, stop. Please. Don’t look for answers. Just…Just enjoy the time you have with us and let us fucking go.”

“I can’t.”, you whisper. “Even if I could, your summoners didn’t do research and their lives still got complicated. At least this way, I can find out if we have a chance.”

“Y/N.” You turn back towards Eddie, who had been absently flipping through the machine while you and Steve talked. “This thing says Lizzy’s belongings were given to her nephew. When her nephew was older, he struggled financially and sold her things to a museum.” He pointed to a photo of a group of people outside the building, posing for its grand opening. The person cutting the ribbon was Michael Jameson. “Arthur told us his boyfriend had given him the necklace as a present. He stole it from the box so I guess—”

“It was never documented as being sent there.”, you finished for him as you sat back down and searched through the paper. “The museum was closed in 1975 and was a vacant lot until…oh shit.”

“Until the mayor bought it and built the mall.”

Grabbing your bag, you quickly throw on your jacket and head to your next destination.

#############

“Hey honey. Haven’t seen you in a while.”, Paul grins from his spot at the security station. 

“Yeah, I’ve been taking some time off after my dad…”

“No, hey, I completely understand. He was a good man. I was glad to have known him. What are you doing down here today then?”

“Paul, that necklace you gave me…you said it was just outside of my stores cage?”

“Yes? I mean the box it was probably nestled in got knocked over but…”

“I read somewhere this mall was a museum for Hawkins before it closed down. Do you know what they did with the stuff inside it?”

“A lot of it was sold to other places. What they couldn’t sell I thought they junked.”

“Shit. Ok. Thank you.”

“Not a problem.” He glances at you worriedly as you turn to leave.

“Not that you asked but he IS a good soul. When they were in high school Paul Cassian and his girlfriend at the time found out they were having a baby. They decided adoption would be best since they were so young and couldn’t afford anything. Two years from now his son will reach out to meet him. Paul will find out he’s a grandpa and spoil his granddaughters rotten.”, Eddie grins.

Smiling up at him, he gives you a little wink as you enter the elevator to leave the basement. Something catches your eye and your hand shot out to stop the doors as you step out again. 

“Paul!” His footsteps bang against the floor as he comes skidding to your side. “No, I’m sorry if I scared you. Just…where was this picture taken?”

He follows your gaze to the image of the mayor outside with some construction men smoking a cigar with wide grins. Behind him was the tree from your dream.

“Um, behind the mall, I think.”

##############

Steve continues to stand there looking disgruntled as Eddie leans against the bark you were looking at. 

“I don’t get it. Why this tree? Why was she dancing? Why—”

“Why what?”, Steve asked. “What does it matter? She probably did it just to get your attention and it seems to have worked.”

“Why are you fighting me so hard on this?!”

“Because I know how this story ends, Y/N, and I refuse to feel hope where there is none.”

“How do you know there isn’t any?!”

“Y/N LET IT GO!”, he roared causing Eddie to rise to his feet but you didn’t move. You continued to glare at him as his eyes stared daggers into yours. 

“Oof someone’s angry.” Both demons abruptly came to attention as the woman from your dream appeared in front of you, winking as she walked by. “We weren’t formally introduced, Y/N. I’m Maeve.” She reaches out to shake your hand but Eddie quickly pulls it away and pushes you behind them. “Boys, now come on. If you can’t play nice and let me talk to the lady I’ll have to send you away for a bit.”

They both growl as she moves closer to the tree in front of her. “It’s been so long you both probably don’t remember meeting me here. I mean everything has changed!” Maeve playfully smiles as she sighs. 

“This is where you found them?”

“Technically, they found me.” She gestures towards the stone in your pocket. “It was so many years ago and the world was different then. It was much more…angry and violent.”

“Said the woman who owns a stone that requires someone to kill three people or their world ends.”

Maeve gives you a big, beautiful smile as she continues to absently move around you three. 

“I like her, boys. Honestly, I’m kind of impressed you actually followed your dreams; metaphorically of course. Usually when people call them, they don’t even care about what they see when they sleep.”

“So they are real?”

“When you meddle in the abstract, sweetheart, some things retain. It seems you have a gift. I bet you got that from your mother. She’s the one that got you into auras and stones, right?”

“Wait, does that mean they’re going to die? That the world will end?”

Her head tilts to the side at your questions. “Interesting. ‘Will they die.’ Not will I die. You really are selfless, aren’t you? Have you given any thought to what I asked you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I would take their place.”

“Y/N, no! Don’t you say that. Do you hear me?” Their pleas flooded your ears as she continued to watch with a small smile. “You need to live your life. You deserve a good life, baby. We don’t. We’ve done enough fucked up shit.”

Maeve snapped her fingers and just like that they were gone.

***

“FUCK!”, Steve shouted as he continued to bang on the door of their home within the stone. “Come on, Edward! Get off your ass and fucking help me.”

Eddie sighed from his place on the arm rest of the couch as he shrugs. 

“What’s the point, Steven? It doesn’t matter. We can’t get out.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?! Of course it matters!  She WILL take that deal and she’ll be stuck in this hell forever! Fuck!” The demon stomped towards the corner his bat was in and tried to smash the windows to no avail. 

“You may as well just give up.”

“I can’t give up on her if I know I can save her! I have to try!” Steve froze mid-swing as he what he was saying finally sunk in. You had been saying the same things repeatedly but he ignored it feeling like it wouldn’t make a difference. Now he understood…

Eddie came over to wrap his arms around him before leaning back to cup his face in his hands. “Trust me, I get it. I don’t want to hope either because even just being here reminds me what we’d be coming back to but now it seems emptier without her. I know it’s going to fucking hurt when we leave but if this is what she needs then let her try. If she doesn’t, it’s just going to kill her. She’ll always blame herself… like I did with Chrissy.”

Steve kisses the demon’s lips as he tugs him back in his embrace before a wind blows and they appear again in your world. 

###############

“Y/N, are you ok?! What happened? Please tell us you didn’t take her deal.”

When they looked around Maeve was already gone and you had your arms folded starring out into the distance as you waited for them. 

“I’m alright. Come on. I have one more person I need to kill.”

Steve grabbed your arm as you turned to leave, your flat tone frightening them both. His voice shook as he took your face in his hands and searched your eyes for an answer.

“I-I— fuck—I can’t see what…what you did. Please, Y/N. Tell us you didn’t. Please…”

You softly smile as you lean up to kiss his lips before doing the same with Eddie. “Everything is going to be ok. I promise.”

***

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Detective Hopper. How can I help you?” 

He stepped away from his car outside your house as you headed for your front door. 

“I wanted to talk with you really quickly about some things, if that’s alright.”

“Of course, come in.”

The officer blinked as he apprehensively walked into your home. What he wasn’t able to see was your demons do the same. They had no idea what you were up to and it made them extremely nervous. 

“You’re not going to kill him right? Killing a detective isn’t exactly smart, princess.”

“So, how can I help?” You ignored him as you addressed the man who took a seat at your table. 

“Where were you a couple of nights ago around 9pm?”

“Um, I went to The Hideout for a date.”

“With a man named Noah Strong?”

“I believe so. I never got his last name. He asked me out on a date and then invited me back to his apartment. I left around…eleven or so. I wasn’t feeling so well. I’m still kind of shaky after my dad.” 

Hopper nods as you take a seat across from him. 

“You haven’t tried to call him or anything?”

“No, sir. We didn’t exactly click but what do I know. I haven’t been on a date in over a year so…” You force a giggle and he smiles. “If I may ask, why are you here? Is he alright?”

“Uh, no ma’am. Noah was found dead in his apartment. It was…it wasn’t pretty.”

“Oh my god. Oh my god! I…I didn’t notice anything odd or out of the ordinary. He did mention he worked with the mayor. Could that have anything to do with it?”

“Careful, Y/N.”, Steve warned.

“We are looking into that but I’m not too sure. We did have witnesses say they saw him with you at the bar so I just wanted to do my due diligence.”

“Oh, no worries. I completely understand. I wish I could be of more help.”

He nods again as he stands and places his hat back on his head. “Thank you for your candor. If you think of anything, you still have my card, right? The one I gave you after that first death.”

“There was another death?”

Your eyes meet before he scans you over. 

“Good catch, baby.”, Eddie smiles. 

“I didn’t tell you that the first time did I? Yeah, just…just continue to be careful and I’ll be in touch.”

After walking him out, you exhale heavily as you peek out the window and wait for him to leave.

“You handled yourself really well, honey.” Hastily, you turn away and head for your room to change your clothes. “What are you doing now?”

When you don’t respond, Eddie grabs your bicep and turns you around to face them. “Y/N, your acting odd and being cryptic. What’s going on? What happened with Maeve?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Why?”

“Because I promised her I wouldn’t.”

“And? Who gives a fuck about her?!”

“You took her deal didn’t you?”, Steve grumbled. His fingers reached out to grip your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. “Tell us.”

“I can’t…because we both know you’ll try to intervene.”

Their eyes widen but Steve’s are the ones that glow before releasing you with a rough shove. “You stupid little girl. Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

“I’m saving you.”

“We didn’t need nor ask you to save us. Now there’s no point in you killing your last person because I assure you, Y/N, if you get sucked into that stone instead of us when this is over we will burn this world and any other one we need to, to set you free.”

“I already lost one princess. I’m not losing another.”

At Eddie’s words, your eyes closed as a strangled cry left your throat and you fell to your knees.

Steve fell with you and collected you in his arms. “Please, Y/N. Talk to us.”

“Do you trust me?”, you whisper.

“I trust that you would do anything for us, baby girl, but we won’t allow you to take our place.”

Wiping your eyes, you pushed away from him and got to your feet. 

“Let’s go. I have a job to do.”

****

“Hello, sir.”

“Jesus Christ!”, the mayor jumps, placing his hand over his chest as he tries to catch his breath. “You, uh, scared the bajesus out of me, sweetheart. You can’t be doing that.”

“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to startle you.”, you grinned as you playfully twirled your index finger in your hair. “I just HAD to meet you. I’m such a huge fan of yours, Mr. Kline.”

“Oh, well aren’t you precious. Call me Larry, please.”

“Ok…Larry.”, you giggle as he seductively scans your body.

“This must be what hell is like for humans.”, Eddie growls. “You sound ridiculous by the way.”

They both stand on either side of you with their arms folded as they watch the display in front of them. 

“Maybe one day I can come work for you, Larry. I’m so good at taking care of people and doing what I’m told. You can tell me to do anything and I’d do it!” Stepping closer to him, you place your hand on the mayor’s chest. “Anything.”

“Well…I…um…how about this, honey? Why don’t you come with me to my house? It will just be us and you can tell me more about what your good at. Maybe give me a demonstration.”

His eyes glow with lust as you obnoxiously jump up and down and clap your hands. 

“Oh my god, I can’t wait!”

Your smile drops as you turn to head for your car so you can follow him in his. 

“You should have considered becoming an actress.”, Steve sasses. 

“Or a prostitute. Sounds like you’d be good at either or.”

“Don’t be jealous.”

After you climb into your car, they appear in your back seat. 

“Why would we be jealous of two-pump chump up there?”, Eddie gestures towards the mayor’s car as you begin to drive. “Maybe, you should fuck him. At least get a laugh or two before you’re sucked into your purgatory.”

“You know, I’m starting to think you two lied to me when you said the stone wasn’t a prison.”

“It will be for you because you will be by yourself. When we’re there, we have each other. What will you have?”

“The knowledge that you both are safe.”

As you stopped at a stop light, the interior of your car illuminated a bright red before a rough feeling palm reached out to lightly touch your forearm. 

“Honey, look at us.”, Steve cooed in his deep demon voice. 

When you did what he asked, they both couldn’t help but sigh when you didn’t flinch at their normal appearance. They were bearing it all to you for you to really see. When they were fighting, they had been moving around all over the place so you weren’t able to get a good look but now as their red eyes stared at you with empathy…you couldn’t ignore it. 

You weren’t afraid of them in this form anymore. To you, they were beautiful; perfect. 

“This is who we are, Y/N. We’re evil, murderous, violent demons. We don’t deserve the luxury of being safe or even happy. You on the other hand, have helped so many people.”

“Even a few who didn’t deserve it.”, Eddie chimed in.

“It’s time for you to live your life, baby. Not spend eternity trapped in your old one.”

The light changed to green and as the car began moving you tried to hide the tear that escaped from your eye.

 ###########

“Wow, Larry. Your house is beautiful!”, you obnoxiously exclaim as you pretend to be enthralled by the things around you. “Who is this? Your wife?”

The mayor saunters over and yanks the photo you were holding out of your hand, placing it back on the end table. 

“Yup but she’s out of town for the next few days. She’s always leaving me alone to fend myself.”, he pouts. “Would you like something to drink, Y/N?”

“Please.”

“I have some amazing wine here.”, he boasts as you follow him to the kitchen. “I save the expensive stuff for extremely special occasions and I think a special little girl like you deserves—”

Hitting him over the head with a nearby vase, he slumps heavily to the floor. Dragging him by his feet, you move him back to his living room, and begin tying him up with the rope you brought from the house.

“Wait, Y/N. Before you do this, please, tell us what you did with Maeve.”, Eddie pleaded. “If you didn’t make the deal then…then this is goodbye, princess.” 

Back in their human forms, he reaches out to caress your cheek. 

“If you did, then we aren’t letting you kill him.”

“I love you both so much. You changed my life and showed me things…you may think you don’t deserve happiness but if you could see things through my eyes…even just your memories… I did make a deal with her and I’m afraid you can’t stop me because he won’t let you. Will you, Henry?”

As soon as your eyes glance up, they follow your eyeline to see Henry slowly descend the stairs.

“Very good, Y/N. I’m not going to lie; this whole thing has been incredibly amusing to me. Watching you three run around as she tries to solve the riddle of your make shift hell. Seeing and listening to you pathetically beg her to stay.”, he chuckles. “Even I was riveted to see if she made that deal or not.”

“You can’t see it, Mr. I’m More Powerful?”, Steve spat.

“A ha, no, I can’t. While I AM strong, Maeve is way more powerful than I could dream.”

As he spoke, you had slowly shifted away from them towards the mayor and reached into your bag to grab the knife you had hidden there. 

“Now, I get to watch you both lose the girl you love WHILE she takes care of my kill for me.”  They both growl as Henry laughs. “What is that…two now Edward? May want to stop while you’re ahead.”

Eddie charges at him but the evil demon saw it coming, punching him so hard he flew into the adjacent wall. Steve came at him with his bat but he caught it mid swing allowing the nails to dig into his flesh as he pushed the demon back. 

 “Pathetic.”

“Hey Henry?” He turned to look at you just as you were throwing something his way that he promptly caught. “I said I made A deal. I didn’t tell you which one.”

Opening his hand, his eyes widened as he starred down at the stone that was now smeared with his blood.

“I guess they didn’t know but only demons can be placed into the stone to do the work Maeve needs done.”

“I think it’s commendable and beautiful you would switch places with them. I’ve watched them for years and never saw them connect to a summoner the way they did with you. To be fair, all the summoners were selfish.”, she rolled her eyes. “I’m afraid, my love, only another demon can take their place.”

“Then why did you show me that dream?”

“IIII didn’t show it to you. I just came through the door. I imagine your mother was trying to tell you something.” She smiles as she does a pirouette. “Maybe draw your eye to something? Something you missed.”

“Fuck me. Maeve what if I know another demon that you can have?”

Maeve blinks as she nods. “It will most likely be hard to get them. The only reason Edward and Steven were easy was because both their blood leaked on my stone. They had just escaped another sudden run in with people from their realm. Demons can heal pretty fast so you would have to time it perfectly.”

“I can do it.”

“If you don’t, they will get sucked in and the demon you are left with will most likely kill you.”

“I said…I can do it.”

She nodded in agreement as you turned to stare out into the Hawkins skyline. 

“I wouldn’t mention your plan by the way. They may try and stop you.”

With that she snapped her fingers and disappeared.

You sliced the mayor’s neck and he slumped to the side as he quickly bled out. 

“Now you’ll finally be in a cell, tortured forever for what you did to Chrissy and all the pain you caused!”

Henry’s eyes glowed as he ran towards you but as soon as he was inches away, Maeve appeared in between you two, stopping him in his tracks. Her eyes shifted towards the boys who were still on the ground watching everything with wide, confused eyes. 

“It’s been a pleasure working with you.”

Winking in your direction, white light abruptly blinds everyone as you hear Henry scream and her chuckles before both disappear. The sound of the gem hitting the floor startles everyone as you try to comprehend that you succeeded. 

“Edward? Steven?” You hurriedly run over to check on them. “Are you ok?!”

Eddie’s hands roughly reached up to grab your face. “That was so fucking stupid! I can’t believe… how did you…”

You own hand reached out to move his wild hair away from his eyes. “I told you. I had to try.”

His lips crashed to yours as he scoped you into his arms. 

“Steve, are you ok? We have to get out of here, NOW.”

The other demon ran over to grab the stone and made sure nothing else was left that would tie you to this murder before you three fled out the front door. 

***

As you stepped out of the shower, you were surprised they weren’t still in the bathroom waiting for you like they had done the previous times. You guessed since they weren’t technically tied to you anymore they were free to move about wherever they pleased which made you a little sad. You enjoyed having them so close. 

With a towel wrapped around your dripping frame, you found them sitting at your dinning table staring at the gem. 

“It, um, it changed.”, Steve murmured in your direction. “It says 001 on it. Maybe because Henry didn’t exactly have any weapons he used.”

“What should we do with it?”

“We can take it to another realm. A realm that is far enough away from this one he can’t come back to it and hurt you.”, Eddie sighs as he leans back in his chair. “I don’t think he can since he’ll be attached to the summoner but better safe than sorry.” His friend nods in agreement. 

“O-Okay. Um, how long would you be gone?”

“What do you mean, honey?”

“I just…I assumed that you two would want to travel alone for a while and this would be a good reason to. I can wait here or if I know how long I can come back…”

They were both staring at you now like you had gone crazy. 

“Y/N Y/L/N. You just risked your life to save us and gave us our freedom from a place we spent over 3,000 years alone in. What makes you think we would fucking leave you for one second?”

You grinned at them as Steve got up and walked over to you making it spread wider across your face. 

“What? No more poofing to places?”

“Poofing? That is the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever heard for us appearing somewhere.”

“Is there somewhere particular you wanted to poof to?”, Eddie asked when your face scrunched in thought.

“Can you still create an image from memory without us actually going there?”

“I think so. Where did you want to go, pretty girl?

“Take me home.” They both glanced at each other at your request and you immediately felt bad. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you sad or anything. I was just thinking…I could see where you come from…without it physically hurting and without you guys getting captured.”

Your arms wrapped around Steve as you pressed your head into his chest. The atmosphere shifted around you as the wind blew and you pulled back to not only find yourself dressed but in a room you didn’t recognize. 

“I lived in this room.”, Eddie sighed heavily as he looked around. “This is how I remember it the last time I saw it.”

It was a pretty bland room that reminded you a lot of the barracks you saw in the war movies you used to watch with your dad. 

“Was this where all the soldiers lived?”

“Yes, ma’am. I hated all the fucking white so I covered up what I could. I was able to keep and collect more guitars so…”, he gestured towards the wall. “I doodled on the rest. Steve’s dad fucking hated that but what could he say. I could keep up with his son so I got a bit more free reign.”

You laughed as Steve rolled his eyes and Eddie playfully shoved him. Your fingers grazed the literature he had on his shelves, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion when you tried to read the titles. 

“Ah. Um, our written language is a wee bit different from your own. This half here is stuff people had published, I guess you could say, and this half are things I wrote.”

“You wrote books?” He nodded. 

“Some of the kids liked when I told them stories so I wrote them down for them to enjoy.”

“And perform.”, Steve chuckled. 

“Yeah, yeah. We had fun.” Their eyes followed you as you moved towards his dresser. Beside it was a mannequin style rack that held his armor for when he was on the battlefield. It had some dings and scratches but all in all still intact. Noticing the pictures, you saw a couple of faces you recognized. 

“I saw this person is one of your pictures at the house in the stone.”

“My uncle. He took care of me the bulk of my childhood. After my mom died, he did what he could…even more so after my dad was captured and I took his place. I hope he’s doing alright.”

You reached to run your fingers along his cheek when you heard his tone change to a sadder one. He leaned passed you to grab the photo he had of Chrissy by his bed. 

“At least now I know what happened to her.” Wrapping your arms around him, you felt him put the picture down as he held you tighter to him. “The last thing your dad said to me, Y/N, was that it was ok for me to open my heart and that I wasn’t replacing her. I seriously never thought I’d fall in love again but I also didn’t expect you. Hell, I wasn’t even expecting Steve!”

Eddie smiled when he heard you giggle.

“I love you, sweetheart. Thank you for saving me.” Pushing up on your tip toes, you kiss him as he holds you to him. “Come on. Let’s see Steven’s obnoxiously clean and organized room.”

“Calm down, Ed.” The demon rolled his eyes as they opened the door and walked across the way. “My room was actually on the other side of the building near the kids but I thought this would be easier.”

“Why did they put you in charge of them?”, you asked as he opened the door. 

“Honestly, I think my dad assigned it to me as a punishment to humble me. My stats on the field were better than anyone else and he said that was why but… I ended up really enjoying it. They were all good kids.”

Eddie wasn’t far off in describing his friend’s space. It felt more or less barren with nothing seemingly out of place. In the corner, he had a desk with maps and notes written in that form you couldn’t read. 

“You see, Henry and his people were there…”, he pointed. “…and our people were over here. They used to sneak in over here so my father would have people stationed here. He always had me studying strategy.”

“I assume these books are about strategy and war to?”

“Uh, yeah, except…this one.” Steve yanked a book out and handed it to you. 

“Hey, I wrote that!”

“Yes, you did.”, he smiled. “It was about a warrior whose heart was broken after the girl he loved left him for someone else.” His smile faltered a bit as he took the book back and placed it on the shelf. “Eddie wrote me that right after the girl I fell in love with left me.”

“For the demon slayer?” He nodded at your question. “How does it end?”

“The warrior focuses on himself and his friends, the musical master, the sweet princess, and the strong but clumsy knight.” Steve reaches towards his nightstand shows you another picture you saw with him and another beautiful girl pointing their swords at the camera. “Robin. Fought a lot of battles together. I miss her.”

You circle him in your arms as he leans down to kiss your forehead. 

“I love you to, Y/N. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to fully thank you properly for what you did.”

A soft smile flickers across your lips as you look up at him with nothing but love.

“Yeah but…you can try.”

He laughs as he tilts your chin up so he can kiss you. As it steadily grows more passionate, you walk him backwards with the intention of pushing him onto the bed but you both are startled when he lands on your dinning room table. 

“Are you ok? What happened?”, you ask as your fingers run through his hair. 

“I, um, sorry. That was a harder memory to pull so it’s hard to maintain especially when you’re distracting me.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Steve smiles as he lifts you up, spinning you around, and placing you down on the table as he continues to kiss you. This time instead of snapping away his clothes, he allowed you to remove them off his body as he did the same with you. 

“We have so much time now.”, he whispers as his hands roam your skin, down your back making your body tingle. “We can go as slow as we want to. Baby, you have no idea what you’re in for. Eddie and I spent hours even days exploring each other because we had all the fucking time in the world.”

As he spoke the other demon’s palms traced up his spine and around to his chest making Steve groan against your lips. 

“I wish you could touch me with your real hands.”, you murmured as your fingers clung to his neck.

“What if…what if I meet you halfway?”

You tilted your head, silently asking him what he meant and in response his mouth traveled down your neck to the valley of your chest to your breasts. A small, pleasure filled gasp left you as his tongue flicked along your nipple. It wasn’t his normal organ you come to know but his demon one that had your core clenching and your legs trying to pull his waist closer to yours. 

Your palms tangled in his hair as he alternated between them, wrapping his lips around the erect bud, and running is tongue along the sensitive skin that had you desperate beneath him. 

“Please, baby. I—fuck—I need…”

“What do you need, honey?”

“I need your face between my legs.”, you pleaded. 

Lifting you again, he carried you back into your bedroom and placed you on the mattress.

“Honestly, I’m loving the sounds you make when I play with your tits. Let’s let Eddie take care of your pussy. Trust me. He’s amazing with his tongue.”

The long-haired demon winked at you as he removed his shirt and climbed between you till you felt his breath hit your sex. Steve had undersold his friend’s ability because as soon as his long demon tongue licked between your folds, not only did you see stars but the whole goddamn universe. 

“Ed-Edward…oh…”

Steve’s palm roughly massaged one breast in his hand as mouth continued to slurp and lick the other. 

“It feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”

All you could do was nod while your eyes rolled back as Eddie flicked his tongue in and out of your entrance while his thumb massaged your clit. With hooded eyes, you watch the other demon rise and go behind his friend, grabbing his hips and yanking his ass in the air. 

“Keep your legs open, Y/N. Do you understand me?”

“Y-yes. Y-yes, I understand.”

Red light blinds your eyes as they change into their demon form. Steve takes hold of the demon in front of him, spitting into his hand before pumping his cock a few times and guiding himself into Eddie.

“F-fuck, Steven.”, he moaned as he began devouring you again. With Steve aggressively thrusting into him, he was now like a man possessed, his tongue reaching deeper inside of you and touching places you never thought possible. 

“Yes! Fuck…I’m…can-can I touch your hair?”

Focused on his task, Eddie didn’t answer but the other demon nodded as he heavily panted. When you fingers curled into his long locks between his horns, he hummed in ecstasy, the vibration being that last little push you needed as you came hard on his lips. 

Twitching beneath him, you felt the bed dip on either side as he carefully climbed as far up your body as you could. 

“Come…come here, princess. Careful.”, he warned as you slid lower underneath him till he was hovering above you. Craning your neck, your lips met his as they mingled together and he whimpered against them as he was nearing his climax. 

“You’re both so fucking beautiful like this. I love you. I know you feel like I saved you but…YOU saved ME.”

Eddie grunted loudly as he came, leaning back to passionately kiss Steve as he followed. They changed back into their human forms and fell onto the bed as they lifted you further up towards the pillows.

Steve wasn’t joking when he mentioned taking their time. Their hands and lips roamed every part of your body while one or both would stop to devour your cunt or thrust their fingers into your now dripping hole. Sometimes while they played with you they played with each other. 

While Steve was trying to make you cum his mouth for the fifth time Eddie deep throated him till he shuddered and spilled into his mouth. While Eddie was holding you to his chest, kissing and sucking on your neck, Steve was pumping his thick fingers into him as he nibbled on his shoulder. 

“Baby are you still here?”, Eddie chuckled as his lips ran along your jawline. 

“Y-Yeah. I…I here.”

“Hey, honey. Come on. You got one more in you. We haven’t even had our cocks inside of you yet.”

“Can’t…move…”

They smile as Steve grips you in his arms and rolls you on top of him. “Don’t worry, Y/N. We can take care of you.”

Your body suddenly came to life as you felt him guide himself into your core. Pressing your hands against his chest, you slowly grinded your hips against his making him groan. 

“Fuck baby girl. That’s it. See? We told you… you could do it.”

Eddie’s palm gently tilts your forward, teasing your ass with his tip before gradually pushing into you. Once again you were overwhelmed by the full feeling of them inside you at the same time, your mouth going slack with a silent moan as you tried to make any sound at all. 

“It-It’s ok, sweetheart. Let go and scream if you want to. Jesus… you earned it.”

“You’ve be quiet for too long, Y/N. Let go.”

They both thrust into you, matching each other’s pace as you threw your head back screamed so loud it probably woke your neighbors. 

“Fuck! Fuck, yes! You both feel so fucking good! Please…please make me cum.” They growled in pleasure as both sets of hands gripped your body and pumped into you roughly. “Fuck…I love you. I love you so much. Please, please, please…”

Your voice trailed off as you whimpered their proper names till your felt yourself quiver around them as the coil snapped and you collapsed on Steve’s chest.

“Good girl. That’s a fucking good girl. We’re going to fill you up, honey. Such a good girl.”

The demon’s arms held you tightly to him as he thrust his hips a few more times before you felt him warm your insides. Eddie soon followed, gripping your hair in his fist as he pounded into you till all of his release was inside you.

“P-Please…I can’t…I’m only human.”

They laugh at your joke as they carefully pull out of you before Eddie lifts you in his arms and carries you to the bathroom. As he starts to lean towards the shower to turn it on, you stop him. 

“Why don’t we take a bath?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“I don’t think we’ve ever taken a bath.”, Steve muses.

“Ever? Not even before showers were a thing?” After they both shake their heads, their eyes watch you with intense focus as you explain to them smells and how baths can help with certain things. This time you were the one to guide them in, smiling as they slowly sat down and you leaned against Eddie while wrapping your legs around Steve. 

Reaching for your wash rag, you handed it to him and showed him what you needed, wincing when he began cleaning between your legs. 

“Shit. I’m sorry. Am I doing this wrong?”

“No, no. I’m just sore.” Grinning, you watched him continue before finishing and leaning back to relax. 

“This is actually really nice.” Eddie sighs happily behind you. 

“I’m surprised you’ve never had one. Not even in your home?”

“No point. I mean we can snap ourselves clean.”

“I guess you didn’t notice when you where there that we didn’t have a bathroom.”, Steve smiles but it falters a bit when he sees your eyes get a bit glassy. “What are you thinking about, honey?”

“Just how glad I am that you’re still here.”

Eddie holds you tighter in his arms as the other demon caresses your cheek. 

After the water starts to get colder, you three get out and they help you dry off. As soon as you enter your bedroom, you feel the past couple of days hit you and you quickly crawl into bed with them following after. 

You feel them gently running their fingers along your face and down your arm as you fall asleep. 

“Nothing’s going to change.” Eddie states causing Steve to turn and look at him with confusion. “With us I mean. I can see it in your eyes, Steven. That worry. We already crossed that boundary and I care a lot about you…the same way I care about Y/N.”

“I thought maybe because we were free…we wouldn’t…need each other like that anymore.”

Eddie’s hand reaches over to grip the demon’s chin as he runs his thumb along his bottom lip. 

“I’m always going to need you. I love you to, Steven.”

He nods as he tenderly kisses the pad of his finger. “I love you to, Edward.”

***

“Oh. Hi there. I’m Detective Hopper.”  The officer scans Eddie up and down as he tries to get a read on him. 

“Hey there. I’m Eddie, Y/N’s friend.”

“Ah. Good, good. She needs some company after what happened. Is it just you or…?”

“Uh, me and our other friend Steve, sir. Would you like to meet him?”

“No, no reason to. I just came by to let Y/N know that it seems like Noah Strong’s death IS related to something having to do with the mayor so she doesn’t need to worry about something happening or anything like that.”

“Oh, don’t worry, Detective. Even if there was we’ll always keep her safe. Thank you for letting us know.”

The gentleman tips his hat before walking back to his car as Eddie closes the door. 

“Yeah, that will take some getting used to; being seen.”

“What did he say?”, Steve asked. 

“Y/N is in the clear more or less.”

“Yay.”, you grin as you come out from your bedroom with your suitcase. “It’s not going to look suspicious right? If we go on this vacation.”

“Who cares. If all else fails we can just run to another realm.”

“Eddie… Let’s keep that as a last resort.”, Steve sighs. “I’m kind of curious about this one and all the things we haven’t seen.”

“Well, where would you like to go first?”

“As long as we’re with you, princess, we’ll go anywhere.”

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hey so idk if you watch diabolik lovers or know the game , but wht is your opinion of komori yui ???? I don't understand the hate she get from people...

(SORRY FOR MY BAD GRAMMAR!!! 😬)

🌹🩸✨ OHHHHH ANON, BLESS YOU FOR THIS QUESTION ✨🩸🌹

I’ve been WAITING for someone to ask this because listen… Komori Yui slander is the most tired discourse in the Diabolik Lovers fandom and I am here with a cup of rose tea and centuries of gothic rage to defend my soft, sunshine girl. So sit tight. We're going in anime, game, manga, AND soul.

Komori Yui

Let’s be real: the anime did her dirty. It gave her like… 7 lines and made her say “no… stop…” on loop. But hear me out: the anime is not her fault. It’s like judging a painting after seeing only the primer. She’s not "weak" she’s silenced.

Yui in the anime is stuck in a story where the camera is obsessed with her trauma but doesn’t let her own it. It’s not that she’s a “doormat,” it’s that the anime shoves her into a box labeled “victim girl” and refuses to let her breathe.

But did she cry every time? No.

Did she give up? No.

Did she still try to understand the Sakamakis, even when they were acting like psychotic theatre kids with trauma? YES.

Yui’s strength is subtle, emotional, resilient. She stays soft in a world that wants to rip her soul apart. That’s not weakness that’s defiance.

Well in game , Bless the visual novels. If you’ve only watched the anime, I BEG you to look into Haunted Dark Bridal or More Blood because Yui is so much more than a doll with glassy eyes.

In the games:

She fights back (verbally and even physically).

She calls the boys out (yes, even Ayato, even Reiji, even Shu).

She sets boundaries and stands her ground more than once.

She’s shown to be curious, empathetic, clever, and yes forgiving but never naive.

There are moments where she straight-up disobeys the vampires. She plays mind games with them. She even develops her own agency in routes like Subaru’s, Laito’s, and Kanato’s. And let’s not even get started on her potential dark sides in the Maniac endings. That girl’s got layers like a cursed rose.

In the manga? She actually thinks. You get her internal monologue, her spiritual crisis, her worry about the lump in her chest (aka Cordelia’s heart), her doubts, her moments of anger. You see her literally start to question the meaning of love and control, which is the core theme of DL.

In her internal conflict, she’s saying what a LOT of people in abusive situations feel.

That’s not weakness. That’s real. That’s the quiet power of compassion in the face of cruelty, and it’s what MAKES the vampires start to change.

People love to stan strong, sword-wielding, punch-the-villain heroines (and I do too!), but Yui? She’s emotional resilience. She’s the girl who walks through the castle full of monsters and still sees their pain. Still tries to reach them. Still chooses kindness, even after they bite her, belittle her, and treat her like prey.

Yui is not a badass because she fights them with fists,she’s a badass because she fights them with hope, and doesn’t lose herself in their chaos.

She doesn’t need to yell to be strong. She doesn’t need to be “snarky” to be brave. Her softness is a sword of its own.

Yui Komori hate is just internalized misogyny wrapped in vampire aesthetics.

Like… you simp for six immortal trauma boys who drink blood for fun, but drag the literal teenage kidnapping victim for not kung-fu fighting them?? Be serious. 😭

Yui is soft, kind, and patient in a world that chews up girls like her and spits them out and she still forgives, still survives, still sees the good in people. That’s not weak. That’s biblical. That’s divine feminine energy.

You want her to be a “strong female lead”? Baby, she is. Just not the way you expect.

—⁠☆