#HA! Short? haaaaa boy. please.

[devildom-moss]

I really love your series on Mc giving everyone a kiss on the cheek. Can I ask for the reverse? Where they give a kiss on the cheek or something similar (a gift, perhaps?) for their Mc?

Okay, so this ask is going to take me a while, so I'm going to split it up. I hope you don't mind. I didn't quite go with the same PDA premise for this one - hope that's okay. So, what I did was I thought about who would be more likely to give a kiss on the cheek, a gift, or both. So part 1 of this request will be both. I hope you like it if you see this (sorry it took me so long to get to this, by the way).

Signs of Affection (kiss + gift)

(Lucifer x gn!MC) (Leviathan x gn!MC) (Diavolo x gn!MC) (Barbatos x gn!MC) (Simeon x gn!MC)

(Suggestive)

Word Count: +4,500

Lucifer

It was starting to get late when your D.D.D. buzzed. Lucifer was on an extended business trip with Diavolo and had taken to sending you secret good-night texts before he went to bed. Apparently, he didn’t think he could go five days without contacting you. He had even called on the third day just to hear your voice. With an affectionate smile, you checked your D.D.D. However, this message wasn’t what you were expecting.

Lucifer: Please go to my office.

You were confused – solely because you expected his office to be empty. Lucifer would be gone until tomorrow morning. Perhaps he had something valuable teleported there?  Whatever it was, if Lucifer was willing to say “please,” you figured it was important. Your heart jumped from your chest when you walked into the room and saw Lucifer sitting back in a chair with one leg crossed over the other.

“There you are.” He looked at you seductively, waiting for you to get closer so he could pounce. “Come in.”

“I thought you weren’t coming back until tomorrow.” You made no attempt to hide your smile. It was nice to see him earlier than expected, but it made you wonder. “So, did things go really well or was it a disaster – for you to be back early, that is?”

“Let’s say it went well.” Lucifer smirked, unwilling to admit that he had all but begged Diavolo to allow him to return home early. If Diavolo hadn’t felt bad for Lucifer being ogled at throughout the trip – not to mention being hit on during three separate occasions by different nobles and a rather forward marriage proposal, he might have insisted that Lucifer stayed the extra half a day. Diavolo had noticed that Lucifer was uncomfortable the second he was away from polite company, and he had only seen Lucifer genuinely smile when he was on his phone and on the first morning when they were out window shopping before their meeting. So, Lucifer took an earlier train back, leaving Barbatos and Diavolo alone for one more night of mingling. By the time he got back, Lucifer was exhausted – although not so exhausted that he couldn’t carve out some time for his beloved human. “Sit, have a drink with me.”

You took the seat next to him and he handed you a chilled glass of Demonus he had already poured in anticipation of your arrival. “Did you have a good trip?”

“Not in the slightest – although it might have gone better if you were with me.”

“Oh no. What happened?”

“Nothing important. Now,” Lucifer started, uncrossing his legs and leaning closer to you, “did you miss me?”

“It wasn’t even five days, Lucifer.” You rolled your eyes. “I won’t die of loneliness.”

“Oh? I thought I was supposed to be the cruel one.” Lucifer leaned down and grabbed the leg of your chair, pulling you closer – and, quite ungracefully, causing a bump in the rug. You were left between his legs, and Lucifer used his newly obtained proximity to run his hand up your thigh. “I missed you terribly. I was dying of loneliness.”

“How many drinks did you have before I arrived?” you sighed.

“This is the first one, I’m afraid.” Lucifer swirled the Demonus in his glass before setting it down. Only then did you notice the small box sitting behind the bottle on the table. His eyes followed yours, and he let out a soft chuckle. “Curious?”

“Souvenir from your trip?”

“Almost.” Lucifer scooped up the box before returning his gaze to you. He stared, expectant and almost sad. “Just tell me you missed me – even if you’re lying.”

“I waited up for your texts every night. Of course I missed you.” You caressed his cheek, and teased, “you soft, baby boy.”

“Confession accepted. Close your eyes,” Lucifer instructed. You agreed, but not without rolling them once more. You heard him open the box and felt him take your hand before slipping something onto your wrist. Still, you kept your eyes shut – even as he turned your hand over and kissed your wrist – until he gave you the signal. He turned your hand back around, continuing to hold it, and said, “okay. You can open them.”

It was a bracelet with round, black crystal beads. When the light hit them at the right angle, you could see flashes of red. It kind of reminded you of “. . . your eyes.”

“What?” Lucifer asked.

“It reminds me of your eyes,” you admitted, looking between the stones and his eyes. “They’re both beautiful.”

Lucifer’s cheeks grew pink, and he cleared his throat before mentioning, “it’s made of Hell-Sheen Obsidian. It’s a rare stone that can only be harvested from the lava that forms within a volcano near the location of our business trip. The volcano has been dormant for centuries, and genuine pieces are hard to come by. They offer the wearer strong protection. I want you to wear it when I’m not around to watch over you.”

It hadn’t escaped you that Lucifer had yet to release your hand, so you brought his knuckles to your lips. The soft kiss only made Lucifer’s blush deepen. “Thank you, Lucifer.”

“Thank you, my love.” Lucifer leaned in and kissed your cheek affectionately. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark, the reds of his irises glimmering in the dim light. “What do you say we take advantage of my early return, and you spend the rest of the night with me?”

Leviathan

There was an off-beat knock at your door – like someone had hesitated to commit to the knock. The awkward noise was followed by an equally uncomfortable, “Uhm, MC? Are you there?”

“Levi?” you asked, sitting up in your bed. It was already well past dinner, and you had laid down with your D.D.D., so you weren’t expecting someone to interrupt your mindless, pre-sleep scrolling. “Gimme a sec.”

You got out of bed to unlock the door and found Levi standing anxiously in the hallway, clutching something close to his chest. Hoping to ease some of his tension, you invited him into your room. He followed with the nervous energy of someone who was doing something he probably shouldn’t.

With the door shut, you questioned him, “Are you okay?”

“I – yeah. Here.” Levi thrust the item he was holding in your direction. It was a box, wrapped in Azuki-tan paper – no doubt something that Levi had wrapped himself.

“What’s this for?” You took the package from his hands, politely ignoring the small yelp he made when your fingers grazed his.

“For, um – to thank you, you know, for helping me cram before the exam the other day.” Levi’s cheeks began to flush, but he continued, rushing his words as he tried to explain. “You didn’t have to do that, but because of you, I passed, and I don’t have to take extra classes over the weekend, which means I can watch Chocolate Heartbreak stream their mini concert live tomorrow. And I know I thanked you at the time, but I wanted to thank you again because I’m really happy that you decided to help a gross otaku like me – even though you probably didn’t have any fun because who has fun studying with a shut in? But anyway, thank you.”

“Oh, Levi, baby, breathe.” He hadn’t taken a single breath during that last part. You put your hand on his head and rubbed him gently, hoping to calm him down. While he did take a few slow, steady breaths, his heart only raced, and his cheeks turned a brighter shade of pink. “Thank you for the present, really, but I had a good time studying with you. I was happy to help. And you aren’t gross, either.”

Levi covered his face with his hands and murmured, “thank you.”

You chuckled at his cuteness. “Can I open it now?”

Instead of words, Levi simply nodded. You carefully unwrapped the package, revealing a charm with chibi drawings of the members of Chocolate Heartbreak, a matching sticker, and a brown tin with a red broken heart and each of the members in cute poses around the sides of the tin. Inside was an assortment of themed candies and cookies. Levi peeked through his fingers to watch your reaction. When you smiled, he found the courage to speak again.

“Chocolate Heartbreak did a collab with Madam Devian’s and a local artist to put out a themed snack tin to promote their mini concert. I ordered a few, but I made sure to buy one specifically for you.” Levi stared at your hands, holding the tin. “Well, uhm, I was thinking maybe we could eat them together while we watch the concert live tomorrow – if you want to!”

“Of course! I’d love to.” You smiled at him.

Levi looked up, his mouth agape as if he wasn’t expecting you to accept so enthusiastically. His mouth opened and closed, as if to speak, before he managed to mumble something out. “. . . you.”

“Sorry, what was that?” You asked, getting slightly closer. Levi rubbed his arm nervously.

“I love you!” he blurted out. Levi quickly leaned in to kiss your cheek before attempting to flee. However, you caught his arm before he could make his escape, and pulled him in, kissing his lips sweetly – and, for the sake of his heart, briefly.

“I love you, too. Now, I’ll see you tomorrow to watch the concert. Goodnight, Levi.” You grinned and let him go, but not without teasingly adding, “unless you want to spend the night, that is.”

“N-not at this time! Thank you. Good night!” Levi was a ball of giddiness and nerves as he slithered out of your grasp and ran away down the hall. How in the Devildom was he going to get to sleep now?

Diavolo

It was hard to know exactly what to expect when Diavolo called you to the castle – with instructions to head directly to his room once you arrived. Usually, he would joke around or send some kind of flirty sticker to indicate that this was a purely social call. He had just returned from a business trip, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he had heard something troubling on his trip – or maybe someone had spread some unsavory rumors that reached him upon his return. Everyone had been well behaved enough, though. Still, if Diavolo was in a bad mood, you weren’t particularly thrilled to have to deal with it, but you had already agreed to meet with him. Besides, Diavolo wasn’t usually scary, and no matter how bad his mood was, he had never been mean to you before – indifferent, perhaps, but not actively cruel.

Either way, you readied yourself for needing to verbally defend the brothers or yourself as you tapped at his door. To your relief, the “enter” from the other side of the door didn’t sound too upset.

Diavolo had been sitting on his sofa, staring at a black box on his coffee table. He immediately perked up, standing to his feet, when he realized the knock had come from you. A smile grew on his face as he exclaimed, “You’re early.”

“I was in town – not too far from the castle. Sorry, did I interrupt something?”

“Not at all,” Diavolo laughed. “I’d much prefer to see you than anyone else – just don’t tell Barbatos.”

Diavolo brought his finger to his lips. You laughed, letting the tension in your body go. Based on his reception of you, it was clear that you hadn’t been called for something too grave. “So, I take it I’m not in trouble today?”

Once again, Diavolo laughed. He looked down, and when his eyes returned to you, they had a mischievous glint – something more boyishly charming than befitting royalty. In a smooth, tempting tone, he teased, “Why, did you do something bad, MC? Should I punish you?

“Only if I get to punish you the next time that you’re bad,” you teased back with a smirk. Diavolo’s eyes widened, and he felt his cheeks burn. Pleased that you had successfully flustered the prince, you answered him honestly, “I’m kidding. I didn’t do anything bad, but your message seemed so serious. I was racking my brain trying to figure out if I had done something wrong while you were away.”

“Oh, no. I’m sorry, I was exhausted when I sent that message,” Diavolo admitted, ashamed that he had made you worry. “The only reason I have any energy at all is because I was eager to see you. I’ll be sure to add more hearts to my messages the next time I want to see you.”

“Please don’t. I might mistake your texts for Asmo’s,” you joked. “I’ll just try not to assume your mood based on one text next time. Anyway, why did you call me over if you’re so exhausted?”

Diavolo motioned towards the box on the table, “For this.”

“Hm?” You looked between him and the box. “The box you were trying to burn holes into with your eyes when I walked in? What? Is someone trying to court you again?”

“Goodness no. I’ve been pleasantly lacking in suitors recently. There is this one suitor, though – nearly as powerful as they are cute.”

“Solomon’s trying to seduce you now? I know he wants a pact with you but to resort to going about it by getting you in bed – how devious.” You couldn’t hide your smile as you feigned disappointment.

“Not the teacher,” Diavolo chuckled. He grabbed the box and presented it to you. “I’m talking about his favorite ‘adorable apprentice.’ I’ve gotten a present for them.”

You wanted to continue your game, feigning surprise, but your heart had melted far too much for you to keep up the act. With heart-wrenching sincerity, you responded, “thank you. Can I?”

“Of course. Please, go ahead.” Diavolo watched on as you lifted the box lid to reveal a lovely silk tie with one of your favorite flowers printed on it. Even the tie color and the print color were ones you preferred. Mephisto would have nothing on your tie game now – not that he ever did. “I missed you while I was away. I couldn’t stop thinking about you the entire time. When we had the opportunity to tour the city, I took that time searching for a token of my affection.”

“It’s beautiful. Thank you, Diavolo. I feel like you’re going to spoil me.”

“Nonsense! A treasure like you cannot be spoiled.” Diavolo pulled you in close, leaned in until his breath was tickling your ear, and whispered, “You know, you don’t simply have to wear this tie. Perhaps we can come up with a more creative use for it?”

Diavolo kissed your cheek, lingering just long enough to savor the warmth of your skin.

Barbatos

You had been so exhausted as of late, and the combination of late nights and the day-to-day stress that the brothers et al. caused you had taken its toll. All you wanted was a few moments of peace and quiet for yourself. So, you snuck off to school early and hid out in the RAD council room. It was far too early for anyone to be in there. In fact, the only people you saw on campus were Serun, and a few studious demons on their way to the library – one of which was definitely from one of your classes – perhaps Seductive Speechcraft – because they offered you a familiar wave as you passed in the hall. In the comfortable silence, you picked a seat and tucked yourself into a dim-lit corner.

With one of your textbooks laid out in front of you, you had fully intended to spend the next hour or so reading and studying without any interruption. However, your sleep deprivation and the heaviness of your eyelids had their own demands.

By the time Barbatos wandered into the student council, you had been asleep for well over a half an hour. He was pleased that you weren’t awake to see him jump slightly at the discovery of your body, slumped over the table. No one was supposed to be in there – and certainly not that early. All the lights weren’t even on yet.

Barbatos quickly recognized that you had fallen asleep – in Belphegor’s chair, no less. Although it was a suitable place for you to nap, Barbatos felt a tinge of jealousy, almost wishing he spent less time standing at Diavolo’s side and had his own designated seat that you could have fallen asleep in. He approached you cautiously, hoping to delay waking you up. No one – save for Barbatos himself and your unreliable narrator – would know whether he was able to snap a picture of your sleeping face before the affection swelling in his chest overcame him. Barbatos leaned down to kiss your cheek: the one that wasn’t adorably squished against your arm.

Your brows furrowed as the sensation pulled you out of sleep’s grasp. You groaned before opening your eyes. Barbatos had placed a homemade pastry in a bag, tied up with some spare mint-colored ribbon, in front of you before kissing you. So, as your eyes adjusted, the pastry was the first thing you saw, but a soft chuckle was the first thing you heard.

“Good morning, MC.”

“Barbatos? Did you just kiss me or was that a dream?” Your words were breathy as you tried to wake yourself up from an accidental nap. You straightened your spine and rolled your shoulders back.

“Shall I kiss you now, and you can judge for yourself?”

You scoffed. “You definitely kissed me, and now you’re trying to get a second one, aren’t you?”

“Perceptive as ever,” Barbatos mused. However, your tired face was harder to read than usual, and Barbatos became cautiously somber. “My apologies. In truth, you looked so cute that I found myself unable to resist, so I kissed your cheek to wake you up. Was I too presumptuous?”

If it had been some random demon you didn’t adore, perhaps it would have been an issue, but you figured this didn’t particularly bother you. You had done far worse – or, in this case, better – with Barbatos. Still, you didn’t get the opportunity to catch Barbatos in the wrong, and you wanted to mess with him. With feigned hurt, you replied, “You really are a demon – kissing someone in their sleep like that.”

“I’m terribly sorry.” The words fell out of his mouth quickly, and he searched for an appropriate response to remedy his offense. “I truly believed it would be okay, but I was mistaken. Please, pardon me for taking advantage. It won’t happen again.”

“Hm, well, it was a bit creepy,” you smirked, “but I suppose I could forgive you if you’ll let me have this pastry.”

Barbatos slapped his hand to his face and let out an exasperated sigh. “Were you teasing me just now?”

“Yeah, sorry,” you managed between a stifled laugh; the sleep had been completely shaken from you as you smiled and added, “You just seemed so flustered. I like that side of you.”

“I have half a mind to lock you up where those brothers can no longer be a negative influence on you,” he mumbled.

“Unfortunately, I arrived in the Devildom like this,” you corrected him.

“Then perhaps I should lock you up simply because I want to keep you for myself,” Barbatos admitted, absentmindedly – still recovering from your antics. He sighed and quickly redirected the conversation. “Anyway, the pastry is yours.”

“Oh, I was joking. You don’t really have to give me your food.”

“I brought it for you.” Barbatos pet your head before slipping his cool, gloved hand down your cheek and under your chin. “I intended to make you smile by bringing you a treat. I didn’t realize it would be as easy as allowing you to tease me.”

“Aww,” your grin widened. “That’s actually really sweet. Thank you!”

“As long as you’re happy.” Barbatos smiled and slowly pulled his hand away. “Now, I have some paperwork to attend to on behalf of the Young Master. You’re welcome to stick around until your first class begins. You can even go back to sleep, and I’ll wake you up if you’d like.”

“I’m alert now, thanks to you. But could you do something else for me?”

“Name it.”

“Could you kiss me again?”

Barbatos chuckled and bent down until he was close enough for his breath to graze your lips. He held your gaze seductively, but instead of kissing your lips as you had hoped, he moved to the side and kissed the cheek that he had been unable to kiss before. His lips lingered.

“Better?” he whispered in your ear. “You really should ensure that you’re sleeping properly. How else can I keep you up all night without worrying about you?”

Simeon

If it had been anyone other than an angel (or, former angel) – well, maybe not even Raphael and Michael – that had asked you to meet them at the edge of a forest, you would – and should – have assumed that you were going to be murdered and promptly disposed of. However, since it was Simeon who asked, you trusted him to not kill you. (Besides, Simeon could certainly think of somewhere more creative and romantic than a forest, right?)

Still, you might as well check. When you arrived and saw Simeon waiting for you, carrying a crossbody bag, you asked, “You’re not going to kill me, are you?”

“Heavens no,” Simeon laughed, offering you his arm. “Have you started watching those true crime shows like Solomon and Raphael?”

You took Simeon’s arm and followed him into the forest. “Those two started watching true crime? Together?”

“Yes. I can’t say I don’t understand the grisly appeal, and I’m happy that they’re able to bond over something that doesn’t involve food, but it’s a bit much sometimes.”

“To be fair, Solomon’s cooking and true crime are equally gruesome. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s committed accidental murders with his food.”

“I would laugh if I didn’t agree with you,” Simeon admitted.

“Oh, geez, I’m so sorry.” You brought your free hand up to your forehead with a thunk. “This was supposed to be a date, and we started it by talking about the potential of Solomon committing manslaughter. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Simeon chuckled and put his hand over your arm. He squeezed you gently, reassuringly. “We are on a date in the Devildom. It’s almost suitable, don’t you think?”

“I guess so, but you never told me why you wanted to meet out here. Did you just want a change of scenery?”

“Sort of. There’s a field of flowers nearby. According to a book I borrowed from Barbatos, these particular flowers are at their peak around this time of year, but most people don’t attempt to find the field because the path is apparently cursed.” You looked at Simeon, incredulous and uncertain about whether you wanted an explanation or not. Simeon laughed sweetly in the face of your concern, which eased some of that worry. “A legend claims that the field of flowers was planted by a demon as an act of love for someone they held very dear. Unfortunately, their loved one brought a lover there – only for that lover to dump them the following day. The former lover returned to the field with a new partner soon after.”

“That’s cruel,” you interjected.

“I know. To make it worse, the loved one who had been dumped was so heartbroken that they fell ill and died. The demon who planted the field was enraged by the betrayal of their loved one and burned the field down. However, upon seeing the destroyed field, the demon regretted their actions. It was as if they had burned down the memory of their deceased loved one. They had destroyed something beautiful. The deceased one was buried in the field. For years, the demon tended to the scorched earth until it was healthy enough to replant. They returned to care for the plants daily until they sprouted. To commemorate their loved one and honor the beauty of the field, the demon put a curse on the land so that only those with true love in their hearts could find it. If your love is true, the path will trace the same steps that the demon took each day to tend to the field. If not, the path will bend and twist, and you may never find your way out of the forest.”

“That’s kind of scary,” you admitted. You weren’t particularly worried, but the legend – if true – put you on edge.

“Precisely. After a few people went missing, many demons stopped coming altogether. The rumors changed over time until they overwrote the narrative of the original story. Most demons believe that the forest itself is haunted. They doubted their love.” Simeon looked at you with a soft smile. “I have no such doubts. See?”

Simeon pointed ahead on the path, and you turned to see patches of a flower field begin to sprout up through gaps between the trees. It wasn’t long before a clearing came into view. The moonlight made the blossoms appear to glow. Small white flowers shimmered like stars while blue and purple ones reflected the night sky’s subtle light. It was beautiful.

Just off the path, there was a blanket and a picnic basket set up. You glanced back at Simeon. “Did you –?”

“I had no doubts that I loved you, so I came here and set this up ahead of time.” His arm slipped from yours so he could caress your face. “I just wanted to see you smile.”

“Thank you so, so much. I’m happy you wanted me to see this. I won’t come here with anyone but you.” You gave Simeon the soft smile he had been craving.

Knowing you were all alone, Simeon took the chance to kiss your cheek. Then, he kissed the other side, lingering longer than the first time. Then, he brought his lips to your forehead, keeping them pressed there as if he was afraid to let you go.

“Uhm, Simeon?” you interrupted his kiss.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I got carried away! And I forgot –” Simeon pulled away, flustered, and rummaged through his bag. He pulled out a box containing a pair of ceramic teacups with the same flowers in the field painted around the edges of the cup and saucer. “I got you a present too! I got them custom made for us. I thought it would be nice that even when the field goes dormant, you’ll still have a reminder.”

Your heart melted and all you could do was carefully wrap your arms around Simeon and bury your smile against his skin. If the legend was indeed true, Simeon understood what it felt like to create something so beautiful and lovely that only a select few deserved to see it.

(kiss version - Mammon, Satan, Asmodeus, Belphegor, Solomon)

(gift version - Beelzebub, Thirteen, Raphael, Mephistopheles)

A/N: I cannot explain what happened for these to turn out like this, but yeah. I hope you enjoy. Also, I still have so many requests from Halloween left and I feel like I should stop apologizing for taking months to get to them at this point. Dear lord. So sorry I forgot to add a read more tag the first time I posted this. I am out of it.

[camileeon]

the chameleon's mariposa.

(a/n) HAAAAA THE LAST OF MY FINISHED FICS FOR NOW ready to face my attention to the events!! I swear i've never been so pumped in my life before AAAAAAA its a little short but anywayssss like always, PLS ENJOYYY!! 🍊💗

he/him for camilo and they/them for reader.

🦋🦎 ‼️

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“camilo..” they speak out followed by a sigh, rubbing their eyes letting their glasses fumble a little. “hmmmmmm?? Yes my love?” he answers his beloved before going back to singing his voice out to various theatre songs for the past hour.

Y/n was over at casita for the night due to their parents were away to another town to visit closer relatives, y/n insisting it would be better if they stayed because they also had been busy herself with writing papers for her upcoming stories as an author, besides they weren't particularly familiar with the relatives they were gonna be with.

Deciding to bring their materials with them to casita and work there was a good way to stay productive and kept at pace. They stayed at the shapeshifter's room for the night, although they couldn't seem to concentrate because of the other's loud volume. Y/n was the patient type in a relationship, they played along the other's games once in awhile, had fun whenever they could. But when it came to their work, they were very serious and it wasn't often they had been disturbed like this, they also did have quite a short temper but it's rare for them to lose to it when they were bothered. Camilo was aware of this, but he could be a little too much sometimes for their significant other to handle.

As if he'd destroy his throat for how loud he's been singing, jumping up and down as the boy in yellow held a brush as a mic while sung along all out. “Camilo. Would you please cut it out.?” They sternly spoke giving him a glare before losing it after a few seconds, facing the desk cluttered with crumpled and uncrumpled paper. They let out a huff of air as they pushed their hair back with their hand, pinching the bridge of their nose, it was a habit they usually did when their head was filled with thoughts and was stressed in general.

Y/n felt as if they weren't working or writing their best lately and it was something that bothered them, they couldn't think of words that coordinated with one another with the given plot, their writing didn't flow the best and how they wrote. Everything seemed to bother them even if it was the tiniest little things appear to drive her nuts in her head.

They just stood their with a crumpled paper in their hand, their huffs of air began to become heavy as they weren't aware tears had been already falling from their eyes.

Camilo let out a deep sigh as he shook his head “alright my talented princesa.. i think that's enough writing for now.” he says, pulling them in by his arm around their waist and slipped his hand into theirs as he put them both into a waltz position. They sniffle a little and just went along with it, somehow what they did provided them a sense of comfort “I'm sorry, i didn't mean it i swear.. I'm not at my best lately, im just a little disappointed.”

The boy in yellow continued to sway them both, closing the space between them and kissing their tears away lovingly “Don't apologize my love, everyone has their bad and good times. Your writing is as colorful as you my mariposa, they're your words and how you write them is what makes it so beautiful and special in it's own way. I hate seeing how you stress over this, it breaks me.”

He hums a soft tune as they continued to sway around his room “how about you and i cuddle this out? Stress can be caused by lack of sleep and to see how you've been so much at this lately.. you seem to have less hours than you should have.” he points out. Before even saying another word, y/n collapsed on him and nodded in agreemnet “gooooodddd... Yes please.” they grumbled a little, laying their heavy head on his chest. “thank you so much mi amor.. i'm sorry for ruining your fun earlier, I'll make it up to you tomorrow..”

They add before being carried by the love of their life to his bed, being laid down gently. Getting comfortable under the sheets of his bed, laying their head on his chest as they listened to the sound of the shapeshifter's heartbeat. “you owe me a date, you and me are going to buy and eat tons of food tomorrow and won't stress or worry about a thing.” they said “but my papers-” they tried to retort “nuh uh- shhhhhh... I can't hear youuuuuu” they mouthed as the author laid in his arms while rolling their eyes before falling asleep seconds after.

“sweet dreams, mariposa.”

[twstwonderlandstuff]

valencia karasu hc's (1)

profession-wise in the future, valencia will either be a drummer or a cafe owner

she'll also have 3 kids; 1 girl, 2 boys, all in the age difference by 2, along with 1 kitten and grim, ofc

valencia has a dating simulator character that she's been pining strongly over for 4 years

he's a knight, similar to silver and the sleepy kind (like silver)

she has merch and a shrine for him in her room. very gung ho on marrying him and taking him as her wife

has a 2 part powerpoint presentation on WHY he is so wifey

valencia bursts into tears at the sight of a pretty boy

e.g.: vil schoenheit, epel felmier, silver

valencia and grim WILL match outfits by enlisting vil's help. they're almost always matching

valencia has a small chest, so she cross dresses to make up for it. I mean, might as well, right?

has a very deep voice and can be easily mistaken as a man. sort of sounds like a mix of lilia and sebek? yeah

has coerced deuce into asking jack and sebek why their boobs are so big. ace is there too, coercing deuce. gets pummeled by the both of them in the end

very ticklish!!! is often how the other students get their revenge on her

gives grim little forehead kisses and raspberries on his stomach

her love language is physical touch! will platonically kiss friends because you don't KISS your homies goodnight?! you fuckin disappointment 🔫 LMAO

uses ppt presentations for explanations. v good at editing them (meme wise)

okay i am between making her super short or like 172 cm...

it's way funnier if she's short so...

VALENCIA IS 145 CM SHORTER THAN ORTHO HAAAAA

HOWS THE WEATHER DOWN THERE SHORT ASS LMAOOOO BET YA CAN'T EVEN TOUCH ME

oh that being said she'll climb jack as a challenge

also she calls sebek a halfling to assert DOMINANCE

she likes wearing cold shoulder turtlenecks, but also likes her back exposed! she also likes wearing short skirts (above the knee) and thigh highs, but do not worry, because she's wearing pants underneath 👍

also has a cat patterned jacket that has a very simple stitch pattern of a cat

speaking off, has once accidentally flashed herself in front of the whole class. did not come to school for 1 week. vivica had to drag her out her room LMAO

eats chocolate ice cream as a comfort food

oh!!! also has a lot of crushes on people! men, women, whoever it is, she'll crush on you, so i guess a romantic? hmm not sure though

she has a lot of fleeting crushes, but longer standing crushes do exist! started when she was about... 6, 7? yeah

absolute bloody besties with vivica (her cousin)! they get along like bread and butter

ace, her annoying brother-in-arms. had a momentary crush on him before going 'are you fuckin insane??? HIM??? no.' otherwise very good friends who like pranking deuce hehe >:D

deuce, her better brother-in-arms. very easy to tease. he's also the partial reason she hides her gender because... have you seen ghost marriage deuce trying to woo eliza?

lands on silver as her long time crush. the music club knows about it and the first years know about it

once she has a crush its really easy for it to slip out between friends

oh yeah she's also part of the music club! good at drumming, and I mean good. too bad i dunno anything about drums or i coulda added some trivia here LOL

is trying her best to court silver but ITS NOT WORKING LILIA GIVE MY GIRL A HAND STOP LAUGHING AT HER PLEASE SHE IS ON HER KNEES

[nana-n-nono]

(GIF Credit)

Today we are called upon to celebrate the 22nd year of prince Na Jaemin.

"Okay, everything's fine. You just need to give a small speech thanking everyone and then the party will start and then you can make more small talk with people from Petramus and Aellan and-- HAAAAA, how am I gonna do this?!" Jaemin grips the vanity table, staring at himself. God he looks like a mess. Not physically, absolutely not. They made sure to fluff his hair just enough to suit Soladium royalty, a kind of effortless carefree look that makes him look like he just rolled out of bed and looked that good. There's some light sparkling around his eyes, a symbol of sun rays. A bit on the nose if you asked him but of course it's somewhat of a given, when you're a prince of a solar kingdom.

Somewhere else, in Starfall Hollow's main ballroom, are the masses of guests Jaemin will have to somehow navigate. It's not something he hasn't done, but that was in the limits of his own realm, with mostly citizens of his own kingdom and a few honored foreign guests. In Starfall Hollow, the scale is much bigger. Of course it is, with how many realms have chosen to join the summit this year. And somehow his birthday just had to fall in the middle of it.

Sighing, Jaemin leans forward to the point where he's almost touching the mirror with his forehead. He doesn't, since it'd smudge the mirror and he's not trying to be mean to the cleaning staff. Servants? It's confusing since there's both old and new blending together here.

"Jaem?" Even without looking, Jaemin definitely knows who that voice belongs to. But still he turns with a smile tugging involuntarily on his lips. "Jaem it's almost time."

"Yeah, yeah okay." Jaemin clears his throat and smooths out his fancy coat, finishing with a light tug to his shirt. He grins and bows slightly, eyes never leaving Jeno's. "How do I look? Like a prince?" There's no point in hiding anything from Jeno, and yet Jaemin still hopes that he doesn't sound as nervous as he feels.

Jeno, to his credit, just scoffs and strides forward until he's less than an arm's length away from his best friend. "Sure, and I look like Yoo Jaesuk. C'mon Jaem, chin up, shoulders back, puff our your chest a little." Jeno's hands come up and push Jaemin's shoulders back just as he says, and by force of habit Jaemin's head comes up. He and Jeno have been similar heights for a long time, though there was that period when Jaemin shot up like a tree and Jeno was a little stockier. They're still kind of like that, even if Jaemin is only 0.2cm taller. He snickers at the thought and Jeno narrows his eyes at that. "Shut up, I know what you're thinking." The older boy snorts again, hands now coming over to straighten out Jaemin's collar. "Jeez, twenty two years and you still mess up your collar every time."

"But of course! Why else do I keep you around," Jaemin quips back. The look Jeno levels him with would be nothing short of lethal, if not for the fondness in his eyes. Jeno has always done this for him, has always been able to get Jaemin to relax with just a short conversation. Maybe it's the atmosphere of the day, where they're going to be celebrating Prince Na Jaemin of Soladium, but Jaemin suddenly finds that he wishes he could just spend the day with Jeno, running around like they're kids, without responsibility. But well, that's just something you give up as you get older he supposes. Really, he should probably just be grateful that they're not pushing for him to get married already or something.

"Jaem." He blinks and tilts his head. Jeno's holding a small box, about the width of his palm. It's wrapped up in blue paper and a silver ribbon, tied into a pretty bow. "I wanted to give this to you before but the noona doing your hair chased me out saying I'd mess up her energy or something."

Jaemin snickers, hand extended to receive the gift. “It’s those bad vibes yknow.” Jeno just rolls his eyes though he laughs right along anyways as he drops the box into Jaemin’s hand.

They’ve known each other for so long that they don’t always need to say please, thank you, you’re welcome. But still after Jaemin unties the ribbon and tears the paper off, unboxing a beautiful delicate gold chain necklace with a sun charm (of which Jeno has the matching silver moon likely tucked under his shirt), he says “Thank you Jeno-yah.” Jeno of course is about to shrug it off, or say it’s not a big deal but it is. It’s a big deal. It’s not just Jaemin’s 22nd birthday, not just because he’s a prince, but because it’s his 22nd year with Jeno. Jaemin has been blessed with twenty two years with his best friend. He can’t imagine what means more than that, especially in moments like this.

Jeno, like always, always, picks up on what he doesn’t say and instead ruffles Jaemin’s hair with a laugh and takes the necklace from his hand. “I’ll help you put it on.”

Jaemin pout, shaking his hair out. “Jeez, these are the bad vibes noona was talking about!” Jeno just laughs and ruffles Jaemin’s hair again after he clasps the necklace.

“Don’t worry Jaem, you’ll still have your man swooning after you anyways.” Jeno checks his own appearance in the mirror, brushing his bangs to the side while Jaemin sputters, red creeping up his neck. A knock at the door interrupts them both.

“Your highnesses, it’s time.”

The nerves come back full force, almost choking him with how they crowd his throat. He’s really going to have to represent Soladium properly, he can’t do anything to mess up their reputation, but what if he does mess up? What if he says the wrong thing or makes a gesture that isn’t correct or—

“C’mon Jaemin.” And again, like always, it’s Jeno’s voice breaking him out of his thoughts. He’s at the door, eyes crinkled in a proud smile, hand extended out to help Jaemin like he always does. “You’re gonna be great.”

Well, if Jeno believes it then Jaemin does too.

[ladyfawkes]

Stop Calling Him ‘Horace’! - Eugene Fitzherbert Appreciation Week | Day 7: Birth Day

Sooooo.... Basically, I planned to have this pretty little fanfic finished up for today, the final day of Eugene Appreciation Week. This fanfic is extra-special, specifically it features our Eugene at ages we’ve never seen him in canon. Allow me to sum up this “plan” of mine in one word: HAAAAA!!!! Suffice it to say that although fanfic is very old-hat to me (I’ve been writing it since 1991, fgs) the world of fic-blogging is still relatively NEW to me and several of my fics and headcanons that I’ve released the past several weeks are needing to connect and soon, otherwise the whole convoluted, many-headed Medusa won’t wind up making any sense at all. I’m not exactly certain how it’ll all come together yet but I have to say that getting to spend the past week with all of you fellow Fitzy enthusiasts on Twitter and Tumblr has been some of the BEST DAYS EVER that I’ve experienced on the internet in my entire online life!!!! (And I’ve had an internet presence since 1991!!!) You’ve injected me with serious shots of Inspiration Elixir and I’ve had soooo very many ideas pass through my mind just over the past 7 days that I can’t possibly hope to catalog all of them. I haven’t felt quite this inspired in, well, YEARS.  I’ve enjoyed the heck out of sharing and exchanging headcanons, theories, ideas, essays, and even artforms. I’ve had a Tumblr account for more than ELEVEN YEARS and yet this is the first and only time I have consistently blogged and reblogged over the “heart-stopping” a time-span of 7 months **gasp** now (and counting). I’m a member of a couple dozen fandoms at least and this is the ONLY ONE that has consistently captured my interest AND managed to not scare the shit out of me so badly that I have to go and hibernate my account for the next, y’know, 3498349540 months. Until yet another worthy obsession captures my interest..... but Tangled the Series is still burning the brightest and I REALLY need it to right now, tbh. So THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU to everybody with whom I’ve interacted on this....I have health issues that cause me to transpose and forget names. But if you wish me to personally tag you, please tag THIS particular post and I shall tag you when I have actually finished this particular scene sequence featured in THIS ficlet. So now!!!!! Without further ado, I shall give you a teaser of the drabble-turned-ficlet-turned-short-story that will eventually feature the actual Birth Day of one Eugene Fitzherbert!!! Click the keep reading link below to see the remaining text. =)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Edmund knew from the beginning that Alexys did not like the name “Horace”. At the time, the king had told her that it was family tradition that the first-born son should receive a strong family name. Despite her pointed protests, he was utterly immovable on the subject.

The more Alexys’s belly grew, the more her dislike for that name swelled too. Shouldn’t she have a say in their child’s name, given that she was putting in all the work of keeping him healthy and strong, so to speak? Shouldn’t her family names count as possibilities too? Unfortunately, Edmund’s childhood largely consisted of his father and grandfather basically hazing him into believing that he had to “take command” of virtually any subject matter, in practically any situation. As a result, he thought of just about everything in militaristic terms. Over the past 4 years, Lexy had slowly and subtly molded her hot-headed young 20-something husband toward different healthier, less uptight ways of handling life and looking at various situations.

They had finally settled on a great couple synergy and got along very well -- except for the times they had an ongoing argument, that is. And this was definitely one of those times.

“I don’t understand why you won’t see reason, Edmund!”

“Because it’s more than just a name, Alexys! It’s a birthright. It connects him directly back to us and these names might very well be the most important gift we could ever give to our children!”

“You don’t think I know that?? Just as sure as I know this child is a boy, I am equally certain that he will not live a traditional royal life. And his name must reflect that!!”

Apparently, entertaining the possibility that any son of Edmund’s wouldn’t want to grow up a devoted soldier completely servile to the Moonstone wasn’t a possibility he was ready to face. Alexys watched as Edmund drew in a long breath, held it, his face turning interesting colors. Slowly his hands balled into fists and rather than saying anything, he exhaled one very pent-up breath and stomped out of the room. She had never before seen him so agitated. Although she also sensed the naming subject wasn’t at the core of his ire that day, she never brought it up again. Alexys hoped that whatever it was eating at him, Edmund would be able to solve it by the time their child came. And that would happen any day now.

Alexys wanted so much to tell Edmund about the beautiful vivid dreams she’d been having about their future child the past few nights. But he’d been increasingly preoccupied, sullen, and distant over the past month. It was most unfortunate and Alexys was as yet at a loss of how to help him. Now....while it’s true every good mother believes their child to be exceptional, Alexys knew that their son was destined to shatter tradition. For the first time in millennia, she knew without doubt that he would be the one to bring light to the Dark Kingdom. 

One of her dreams began with a small boy, age 4 or 5, who had floppy brown hair and very expressive round eyes just like Edmund. In the dream, Alexys and the boy were standing on a trail near the edge of a narrow rock crevasse....a location that somehow seemed familiar to Lexy....but she couldn’t quite place it. The little boy smiled up at her cherubically and reached out a chubby little hand toward hers.

“Play?” he questioned sweetly. He was happily bouncing on his feet, very subtly heel to toe, and even when he was in one place he barely stood still.

“Yes, of course!” Alexys replied, grinning in awe at this absolutely beautiful dream-child her mind was currently conjuring. She gathered up her long skirts and petticoats in her left hand and took the little boy’s offered hand in her right. As they walked, she noticed a small mole at the base of the boy’s neck and it matched exactly the one that Edmund had, only in miniature. So her suspicions had been confirmed; this was indeed their son.  They approached what Alexys recognized to be a very-scaled-down version of The Great Tree....and the crevasse was apparently a much-scaled-down version of the gorge which held the actual Great Tree. Even though it wasn’t the real Tree, it still possessed a very substantial and robust trunk. It was about 30 feet high and could easily withstand the weight of a couple dozen grown adults, if they ever had the inclination to climb this dream tree from within my own mind, Alexys thought wryly. As they reached the ground level of this miniature Great Tree, the little boy let go of her hand and latched onto the tree base itself. He turned back to her and said, “Play?” again while pointing upward. Bounce, bounce. Instantly, Lexy’s mothering instincts came out. “Uh, little one, I don’t think it’s safe to climb--” but it was clear the little boy wasn’t really listening to her. And even faster than a real toddler could climb, he scrambled up and out of her reach in a flash, giggling with childish abandon. She kept pleading with this child to stop and to come back down instead, that he might get injured, but he clearly had no intention of heeding her. Not only that, she didn’t even know his name. One thing was certain -- he definitely did not answer to ‘Horace’. Poor Alexys hoped this nightmare of a fearless toddler wasn’t an omen of things yet to come.  She fleetingly considered just tearing off her petticoats and skirts to climb and then realized it wouldn’t matter anyway; she was nearly nine months pregnant and thus not climbing anything that day. “Look!” She suddenly heard the little boy’s voice again. This time, he was speaking from some 30 feet overhead through the tree boughs. Alexys moved away from the Great Tree’s base to a better vantage point further out from the trunk. Shielding her eyes from the sun, the queen looked up at the tree to see that the little boy was now pointing out toward the opposite direction of the crevasse from where they originally came. In the distance, she could see what looked to be a miniature version of the impassable mountain range between the Dark Kingdom and the Great Tree. Just beyond was Black Crystal Valley and in the center of the valley, an exact copy of The Dark Palace, only much smaller. What happened next was nothing short of absolute surreality on toast. “Look!” said the little boy’s voice again, still giggling as he climbed even higher until it looked like he was physically standing on the canopy leaves of the fake Great Tree. Lexy’s breath caught in her throat as this little boy reached up and plucked a literal piece out of the sun -- yes, he plucked a PIECE out of the actual SUN -- straight out of the actual sky. The light emanating from the Sun and the Shard he had in hand didn’t seem to be affecting the little boy the way it was affecting Alexys. She was shielding her face from its overpowering brightness when suddenly, the little boy wasn’t in the tree canopy anymore. In the blink of an eye, he was standing miraculously in front of her. Alexys blinked incredulously and tried not to yell aloud in shock due to being so startled. She failed at not yelling, but at least the little boy didn’t appear to notice. Next, this little boy held out the Sun Shard toward Lexy. He must’ve done something to help it because now she could look toward its brilliance without being blinded.  “You can finally see my friend!” her boy said happily. Bounce, bounce. “We hug her!” he continued, holding the glowing object against his heart, rocking back and forth a few times. “And we kiss her,” and he gave the Shard his sweet toddler kisses. “And we be very soft,” he toddler-whispered, demonstrating deft touch through voice as well as action.“Now you!” he insisted, his pudgy hand offering the Sun Shard to her. Bouncy, bouncy, bounce. “I -- I don’t know. Won’t it burn me?” This dream had already gone so warped, she didn’t feel too weird for asking. Lexy was somewhat concerned with accepting the offerings of a toddler but he didn’t appear to be covered in slobber or any other mystery substances, thank goodness. Neither did the Shard. “Burn you?” the child echoed. He suddenly burst into giggles and said, “Silly Mama.” Lexy’s breath caught in her throat. Mama. He actually said it! How her mother’s heart fluttered. This….this interaction required something extra special. She oh-so-carefully got down on her knees (no small feat in her condition) so she could be level with her son. “Yes, your mama can be very silly sometimes,” Lexy acknowledged. Then she pointed toward the Shard in his hands and said, “Will you show me how?” Instantly, he came to her and passed the precious glowing object to Alexys. “Hold her here,” instructed her little boy, pointing toward his heart. Lexy was surprised to discover that the Shard wasn’t a shard at all -- and while it was very warm to the touch, it wasn’t burning hot. Pliable with only mild bit of give to it….rather like warmed sealing wax without the tackiness. Upon tucking the glowing object next to her bosom, Lexy looked upward at her boy and said, “and now I…” “Cradle,” followed by his rapid rocking back and forth motions. Bouncy-bounce bounce.  “Of course,” smiled Alexys, who had arranged both her arms to cradle this golden drop of sunlight. “Is that what you are now? Not a Shard -- but a Drop of Sunlight?” She was now talking to this object but again didn’t feel one bit silly for doing so. It seemed….alive, somehow. Slowly, carefully, she rocked back and forth while on her knees. “Sing, mama!” prompted her little boy, who was excitedly bouncing on his toes and clapping his chubby hands. A time-honored German lullaby sprang to mind and as she sang the words, the longer she sang, something rather remarkable happened. As Alexys looked down in her arms, she could’ve sworn she saw a ghost of an image, not more than a sparkling golden shadow really, of a completely different child in her arms. Only this child was much tinier and younger than the boy. This was an infant, a baby girl, one with remarkably long flowing golden hair. She appeared to have even more hair than her toddler son. By orders of magnitude more. Disembodied babygirl giggling and babbles filled the air around them. “You see her now!!!” Her little boy was more excited than ever! He clearly knows! Lexy could hear the rhythm of his feet in front of her. Bounce-bounce-bouncy bounce-bouncy-bounce. Alexys was afraid to look away, lest the wispy golden dust in her arms blow away before she could get her fill. “Who is she?” questioned Alexys in awe. “She is our friend. She is….Sun...shine. Yes. Sunshine,” the boy confirmed, tilting his head to one side as he spoke, as if he were listening for something only he could hear. ......to be continued!!!!......

[fuwafuwagem]

Wow! I'm so glad you're taking requests! Can I ask for a scenario for jumin where mc accidently falls into a frozen lake . Can you make this angsty please

Haaaaa~

My first ever writing request!

Okay, sorry if it doesn’t turn out great, but let’s dive in(get it? because she’s gonna fall in a frozen lake) Ya I’ll just get on with it^^

***

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Jumin asked, a soft smile on his lipsas he glanced down at his wife who stood beside him, holding his hand.

MC stood beside him looking as stunning in her warm wintercoat and the heels that Jumin had picked out for her that morning. Her cheekswere flushed pink from the chilly air, and he wondered how quickly the rest ofher face would redden if he told her how much he wanted to kiss her. Hewondered if he should kiss her now before he broke the bad news. She probablywouldn’t let him kiss her after she heard it.

The newlywed couple had come to the park that theirpenthouse overlooked. The cold snap of weather had left the lake frozen and athin layer of snow spread across everything. The landscape looked like aChristmas card. Jumin’s bodyguards hung back to give the couple space, but wereconstantly on alert like a squad of meerkats. Otherwise, the park seemed to bedeserted.

MC nestled closer to her husband, her warmth causing his ownface to heat up.

“It’s lovely,” she said with a soft sigh. “But why come here?”

“I wanted to go somewhere with my beautiful wife where wewouldn’t be harassed by reporters,” he said. “And I wanted to see how you lookin a winter landscape.”

She took a step back from him and struck a supermodel-likepose, her whole face lit up with a smile. “How do I look?”

Jumin laughed. “Perfect, just perfect.”

He pulled her back to him and kissed her just as he had doneon their wedding day, deeply and full of all the love he had for her. He lovedher so much. He hated that he was about to disappoint her.

“MC,” he said breathily as their lips parted. “There’ssomething I have to tell you.”

He felt her become tense in his arms and he took a deepbreath before he continued.

“I have to travel to the UK to complete a business deal. I’msorry, the preparations were all very last minute.”

MC glared up at him. “But you promised that you weren’tgoing to take any more business trips for a while. You’ll be on the other sideof the world.”

“I know,” Jumin sighed. “I wanted us to be settled into ournew home before I travelled abroad again. I really am sorry.”

“So when do you have to go?”

Jumin hesitated, the words caught in his throat.

“Jumin? When?” MC was no longer asking a question butdemanding an answer.

“Tonight.”

Her jaw dropped, a mist of frozen air clouding her lips asshe gasped in disbelief. “You can’t be serious?”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I want to go home right now.”

MC turned angrily away from him, her long brown hair flowingout behind her.

The bodyguards followed at a distance as Jumin hurried afterhis wife.

“MC wait! I promise there will be no more long-distancetrips after this one.”

But she was already storming angrily away from him. Heglanced behind him, a sign that the bodyguards could move in. Then he heard it.

A gasp.

A crack.

A splash.

“MC!”

Jumin ran towards the break in the ice to see MC splashingfrantically, her thick coat weighed down by the freezing water, dragging her beneaththe surface, her hair tangled across her face making it impossible for her tosee clearly.

Jumin went to dive in after her.

“NO!”

The chief bodyguard grabbed him, pulling him to the floor.

“Let me go!” Jumin yelled. “That’s an order! Let me go! MC!MC!!”

Another bodyguard had already jumped into the water to pullher out. The men were working as a team to save her, and the chief bodyguard hadalready called for an ambulance as he held back the corporate heir.

Jumin’s heart almost stopped completely.

MC was unconscious and drenched in frozen water. She hadlost one of her shoes, the ridiculous heels that Jumin had insisted she wear tomake her appear taller. They were probably what had caused her to fall in thefirst place.

“Mr Han,” the ambulance is coming.

“Mr Han.”

“Mr Han?”

“Mr Han, your son has suffered some shock, but he is fine.His wife is in recovery too, but she will have to stay in hospital for now.”

“I’m glad they are both okay.”

Jumin’s father sighed with relief, even though his skin wasdrained of colour, sick with worry as he had been.

“Can I see Jumin now?”

“Right this way sir.”

Jumin sat at the edge of the hospital bed waiting for hisvisitor. He met his fathers smile with a short nod.

“Jumin, I’m so glad-“

“I’m resigning.”

Mr Han blinked in disbelief. “Jumin, I know you suffered anasty shock. Of course, the trip to the UK will be cancelled, but-“

“I’m not interested,” Jumin interrupted again. “I want to bewith my wife. I want to start a family. I want a happy, normal life. All of themoney in the world cannot give me that.” He met his fathers eyes. “I want toquit. I could have lost her today. My entire world could have ended beside thatlake.”

Mr Han swallowed as his eyes became damp with tears. “OkayJumin. I know how much she means to you. I won’t stand in the way of yourdecision.”

“Thank-“

Jumin couldn’t finish his gratitude as the tears cameunbidden. The swarm of unusual emotions was too much for him, but then he feltwarm arms around him. The safety of a loving embrace.

“It’s okay, my boy. Let it out.”

“Dad, thank you.”

[pflibteens]

The Cloudman

Thank you to all of the teens that submitted entries into our Teen Short Story Contest. Congratulations to our 1st place winner, Jihan Reyes.

THE CLOUDMAN by Jihan Reyes

The Cloudman did not start out as the Cloudman. He was originally called “the blobfish”, because that’s what he looked like. A big, puffy, pale creature of great disproportion with fins that could sail through the air. His job had been to scare children when he worked for the Man Under The Bed, but he had long since quit, and was now resigned to floating through the vastness of The Subconscious, bedroom to bedroom, child to child. He seldom  made himself seen, for his appearance was (as he had painfully learned), oh, how do I put this? Hideous - - is a fairly accurate word to describe The Cloudman. But I am not here to mock a hero. I am here to tell his tale. The tale began after the Blobfish was kicked out of the room of one Maven Herring by her imaginary friend, Teedums. He decided to go to the house of one of his only friends, Marty the Martian, imaginary friend of Tom Erickson, a young child who was strangely genius, but often failed in social interactions. When the Blobfish arrived in Tom’s room, he noticed that it was oddly quiet. He could usually hear Marty making long strings of alliteration to entertain Tom in his dreams. The Blobfish was grateful for the silence, some time to rest. He sat on the floor and closed his tiny eyes, well squinted was all he could really manage. That was when he noticed the sobbing. He looked to see a lump on the bed, which turned out to be Tom huddled on his pillows, his hands over his ears. The Blobfish looked around expectantly for Marty to arrive, like he always did to soothe Tom. He approached Tom, and asked in a grotesque gurgle, “What's wrong?”. Tom turned to him and the Blobfish remembered too late that unlike Marty, his own appearance would likely scare Tom. But Tom didn’t even flinch when he saw Blobfish. Tom burst out, “He t-took him! He took him! WHY?!” Something was very wrong. “You look like you’re made of clouds. Can you float? Can you float after my friend?” Blobfish was so stunned by this pleasant comparison that he didn’t even answer. Tom continued,“You’re Marty’s friend right? You have to help him! A monster took him! Please Cloudman, save him!”

Cloudman said “How do you see me when I’m here, whether mortals see me is usually my decision.” The boy said “I can see everything, like that ghost floating in the bathroom.”  Cloudman turned to the bathroom, but saw nothing. “You have wings! Fly!”, Tom said pointing to Cloudman’s fins.

“Why should I help you?” Cloudman asked?  Tom stopped crying, wiped his nose, and considered. He said “I’ll be your friend.”, Tom said, “you could use a friend, right? You’re always alone”.

“Really?” Tom nodded and smiled. “Where’d the monster take him?” Cloudman asked.

“In the closet.”

“Why aren’t you afraid of me?”  Tom replied, “Why would I be scared of you, Cloudman? You’re going to save my friend.” At that The Cloudman smiled (or did the closest thing that his malformed mouth could manage), and leaped into closet’s darkness.

As Cloudman soared through the blackness of the closet Subconscious he asked himself  who would kidnap an imaginary friend?  And what monster could have possibly taken down Marty the Martian?  He’d seen Marty slay armies of  dragons to protect his designated child. How could HE, the lowly Blobfish, take down such a beast?  He considered turning back, but . . . a friend!  His very own human friend!  The idea was almost beyond belief.  He caught sight of  the Fortress, and sailed down towards the pitch black castle in the midst of  The Subconscious.

The Cloudman landed at the head of the brimstone Fortress.  A towering splintered door stood in his way. He merely slid his boneless body underneath. There, he was met by Monti the Manticore and Cilos the Cerbereus. Monti’s massive leonine torso was twice the height of the Cloudman. His human face split into a repulsive grin revealing his six rows of  ravenous razor-sharp teeth. He said in a surprisingly friendly voice: “Hey Blobby, how is you?  Been awhile since we seen ya”. Then Cilos chimed in: “I thought youse quit”.  

Cloudman replied evenly “ I did . . .until someone kidnapped my friend”. Cilos growled in a low voice that barely concealed his thuggish diction

“Don’t get involved. It ain’t healthy.”

“Better you should scram” added Monty, spitting out his toothpick.

“Yeah! Swim away, little Blobfish, before youse getcha-self hoit”, chimed in Cilos.

This lit a spark in our hero that could not be put out. “You’ve already hurt me once, but not again. And my name is Cloudman.” he said, propping himself tall on his undermost layer of blob.  “Where’s the martian?” At this, Monty broke out laughing. He tried to speak, and barely managed to choke out: “HA HA HA, you- ha ha- think that youse some kinda HERO?! Haaaaa!” With this he coughed up blood, along with one of his jagged incisors. “Oh, heh heh” he muttered to himself.

This gave Cloudman an idea. He said “That’s right! Answer me now! You know how powerful I am.” He gyrated his giant gelatinous midsection. “Behold my might!” he said.  Now Cilos started laughing - -all but the leftmost pug head of the beast, who merely shook his head, grinning. Monti was on his knees laughing and pounding his paw on the ground. He tried to speak more, but only uttered, “Oh. I’m s-so scared, what’s he gonna do? Eat me? Why he--” Monti never finished his sentence, because right then he flew into a fit of coughing on the floor upon which he knelt . He fell face first, rear in the air,  into a small pool of his own blood and ejected teeth. The manticore was dead; he had choked on his own teeth. That left the cerberus, Cilos, whose faces were blank and stunned. The Cloudman taunted, “Told you I was mighty.”. Cilos leaped forward, digging his jaws into Cloudman's stomach, biting, tearing, and gnawing. He stopped and closed his eyes, expecting a fresh gush of blood on his face, but none came. He looked down to see the Cloudman's stomach completely torn out.  There were no innards.  No organs. The Cloudman was pure goo. It was like biting a tower of glue, slime, and jello. Then the Cloudman said, “You were the one that gave me that cruel nickname. It’s very fitting. Don’t you know? Blobfish aren’t edible, we’re . . . poisonous”. All six of Cilos’ eyes widened as he collapsed, his left head choking out “You c-can’t save the boy! Let alone his friend.” The Cloudman’s bulging eyes bulged even more as he raced out of the fortress and flew through the Dark.

With a now-lighter body he tore through the air towards Tom’s closet. He arrived and slithered across the floor. There he saw Marty cradling Tom’s sleeping form. Then, Marty turned to The Cloudman, “I love Martian bodies, they’re so easy to live in”. His loving smile mutated into a malicious grin. This wasn’t Marty, but The Man Under The Bed! The Man said “I needed a body that I could use to get close to him with, so that I could cut out his lovely little eyes”. The Cloudman discreetly picked up the closest weapon he could find, a Rubix Cube. If I could just get him into the subconscious, I could imagine it into something.

“And then,” The Man continued, “ his lovely young mind shall be mine!”

The Cloudman said “Why him? What did he do to you?”.

“It’s not what he did, it’s what he could do, he’s very special. Surely you’ve noticed? He can see things that no other can. He could see me and my armies. He could warn the world of my plans. At first I decided to kill him, then I changed my mind. Just imagine what I could do with such power!” Tom woke up. He looked at Marty, unfooled. The Man, enraged with his failure, began to take a swipe at Tom.

“Not this time” The Cloudman said. Then several tragic and heroic things happened: Cloudman jammed the Rubix Cube in his own stomach, then hurled himself at The Man. He wrapped his sticky tendrils around The Man pulling him through the closet door, and they both fell into darkness. Cloudman enveloped The Man in his gel-like body. There would be no escape. Ever.  Clutching the cube, Cloudman imagined a similar sized weapon. He shouted “Grenade!!”, and the Rubix Cube morphed into exactly that. He thought of Tom, his friend, and how and scared he must be. He wished to comfort him.

And then the grenade went off....

The next day Tom’s new imaginary friend arrived. I told him the tale of Cloudman, the monster slayer, the savior of children, the hero.

FIN

[calamitysshatteredson]

age: 25-ish (whee no official canon birthday) gender: Male race: Human..?  ..........Technically?  Genetically engineered mostly human, but also human-alien hybrid, more technically..?  Canonically speaking, anyway. sexuality: Demi-homosexual, demi-romantic.  ...Though I guess the “demi” bit actually depends on the verse, so.  Assume he likes gents, folks.  Sometimes he requires that emotional connection.  ...Sometimes not. origin: Haaaaa.  Nibelheim.  But he will say Midgar.  This gets complicated immediately. current location: Wow where isn’t he.  Well, let’s.  Do a super basic verse run-through, shall we.

CC!Seph - Midgar, for the most part

Shattered!Seph - Edge

Kintsukuroi!Seph - Wherever he can feel guilty and safe I guess

KH!Seph - wherever Cloud will find him most annoying

FFXV/Safay Roth verse - Mostly wondering why the hell he’s still in Niflheim

nationality: Ask him and he’ll just say “From Midgar”. ethnicity: Pale af.  Half Wutanese.  Part alien maybe. spoken languages: The, er... “main language” of Midgar fluently, with a working knowledge of Gaia’s major languages. religion: He claims none, not really having given it much thought.  Later on he learns all about the Lifestream, boy.

height: KEEPS.  CHANGING.  6′1″ - 6′3″.  He toll. body type: Warrior; definitely a fighter and then some, but not nearly to “body builder” proportions. hair: Silver.  Not gray, but distinctly shiny silver. eyes: Bright green, cat-like. tattoos: None (except some versions of his FFXV self, where there’s a wing on the back of his right shoulder, because I am me) piercings: None

educational background: He was tutored from an extremely early age, and while that gave him the fundamentals in history, literature and combat, he would consider the simple act of reading as many different kinds of books as he could get hold of as a better education. social media: Never.  Never.  He might post on SOLDIER message boards under another name once in a while just because it amuses him.

smoking: Not interested. drinking: Also normally not interested.  The taste and smell of alcohol isn’t kind to a SOLDIER’s enhanced senses, and their increased metabolism means it doesn’t really do all that much in smaller amounts.  In other verses it’s just about dulling senses, which he dislikes. drugs: Coffee, depending.  He much prefers chocolate.

athletics: He rather likes to turn the VR training difficulty to its absolute limits and see how quickly he can get the system to reset due to being unable to track his movements.  Also running sometimes, but treadmills lack... interest. hobbies: Reading.  Learning in general, even if the subject matter isn’t enthralling.  Taking advantage of his image and occasionally pulling mild, harmless pranks on SOLDIERs or Shinra staff because he knows he will never, ever be considered the culprit.

favorite drink: Hot chocolate. favorite food: Much as he legitimately enjoys a wide variety of take-out, the occasional home-cooked meals he manages to indulge in (but not cook, never cook) really are best.  Of course he’s got a fondness for chocolate, but that’s nearly matched by excellent curries, well-seasoned roasted meat and vegetables, the sort of fresh fish that’s only really available in seaside restaurants at Costa del Sol, and even mundanely simple pleasures like fresh bread or made-from-scratch ramen.  Just do not expect him to look at Brussels sprouts with anything short of disdain. favorite music: Instrumental, for the most part, though he has been known to willingly listen to some of the “lighter” pop fare when the lyrics are melodious.  (No one’s necessarily aware that guitar shredding pounds into the VR training room’s sound system when he feels particularly in need to blow off steam.)

clothing style: Like he just stepped out of a BDSM catalog.  His uniform is black and leather.  It puts him in the frame of mind he needs to be in so that he can do the work he is required to do.  Out of uniform, his clothes are somewhat “stylishly dull”, mostly pale colors or bland patterns.  Somehow he manages to have more worn-down tee shirts and pants than anyone thinks he ought to because they rarely see him wearing anything else. underwear type: ...Underwear..?

tagged by: @ignisxmilitaris (thank you!) tagging: Yes I know I suck terribly at this, but here we go: YOU.  Yes, YOU.  If you haven’t filled this out and you want to, YOU ARE TAGGED.  By me.  To do a thing.  So do a thing.  Please.  Good.

[endlessvoidsnkittens]

I want all of them, but I'll take 80-90

Ha! I could do all of them, but others would probably appreciate if I did an “under the cut” portion. :P

okok.

80. Oreos or Chips Ahoy?-Oh boy. Um. Oreos, generally.

81. Jello or pudding?-Pudding! I do enjoy jello too though. 82. Truth or dare?-Ah, jeez. Truth. I’m not daring. 83. Roller coaster or Ferris wheel?-O.O *cries* Can I pick neither? Both are super, super scary to me.  84. Leather or denim?-Pfft. Denim. It has more give. Also I do not contain a leather attitude.  85. Stripes or solids?-I mean...what kinda stripes? Like...rainbow stripes? Stripes of my favorite colors? Pinstripes? Vertical? Horizontal? If they’re shitty stripes, then I prefer solids. If they’re fun stripes...stripes. 86. Bagels or muffins?-MUFFINS. 87. Whole wheat or white?-Frown. Well. I preferred white when I had the option. Mom switched us all to whole wheat when she found out she was Type 2. Only to find out a few years later I shouldn’t have been eating wheat, haaaaa. 88. Beads or pearls?-I mean, this is kinda like the stripes one. Are they fun beads? I like fun beads. I prefer fun, exciting necklaces. But some outfits do call for pearls. They just generally are too bland for me. 89. Hardwood or carpet?-Carpet coz it’s easier for me to walk on. 90. Bright colors or neutral tones?-Bright colors!!!

91. Be older than you are or younger than you are?-Well this is um...huh... I constantly feel both older and younger than I am, so this one is really tough, coz I’d rather just be where I am supposed to be. 92. Raisins or nuts?-eeee, nuts. I hate raisins. Unless they’re cashews, then neither. 93. Picnic or nice restaurant?-I’m gonna guess this picnic has nice weather settings. I think maybe picnic if it’s a nice day. 94. Black leather or brown leather?-black. 95. Long hair or short hair?-*pats head* Uhhh, short hair, I guess. 96. “Ready, aim, fire” or “Ready, fire, aim”?-I mean...it SHOULD be the first one, but are we talking about how I play video games with shooting involved? Coz I’m totally the second...97. Fiction or non-fiction?-Uhhh...fiction. Maybe. I like both. 98. Smoking or non-smoking?-Non smoking, please. 99. Think before you talk or talk before you think?-See, I had a huge problem with talking before I thought back in grade school and I always got made fun of for it. So I decided to get better at thinking first. Except I went too far and now I’m afraid to say anything at all. 100. Asking questions or answering questions?-Answering. I never know what to ask.

Thanks!!!