#Levi is such a polite and good dragon

[captainuranium543]

Fairy tail headcannon a nobody wanted at all😊

- most of the dragon slayers+erza eat bugs regularly and it's gross AF to everyone

-Natsu because he grew up in the woods and they were like the number one abundant source of food, same for Wendy but she stopped for a while because Carla told her it was nasty (as soon as she joined the fairy tail guild she reverted so incredibly fast)

-gajeel pretends to thinks it's gross but secretly he really likes the taste he just doesn't wanna have that in common with natsu

- erza and Erik because in the evil slave tower where everyone was starving if you found a bug you ate it before anyone else could grab it from you.

- sting did not do that growing up but started when natsu told him it was good, he does not agree but does it anyway so natsu thinks he's cool

- rogue only tried it a couple times because frosch wanted to try it to be more like a frog and rogue is nothing if not supportive

- laxus grew up normal and thinks all of them are disgusting

- Lucy has the WORST financial skills. Legit they are awful. Everyone thinks she's always broke cuz of the tpd (team property damage) constantly making them lose their reward to repair bills but (while that is a factor) when Lucy sees smth cute that would look great in her apartment she just cannot help herself. Lucy will be so careful trying to save her money then she'll see a new set of stationary and goes "haha rent what rent"

- the hand me down game at fairy tail was fucking insane when they where kids. For levy and lisanna basically everything they owned had been passed down like 6 times already

- that red shirt natsu wore in the flashbacks? Before him it was erza's, and before her it was canas, and before her it was laxus.

- gray wears almost exclusively white jackets because jackets are expensive and if he loses them he would rather they be easy to spot so he can find them again rather then have to buy a new one

- sometimes people will invite erza places for the scary dog privilege when they dont want to be bothered by strangers. Erza has no idea thats the reason she just thought people really liked walking with her through rough parts of town in the middle of the night.

- Carla and lilly have insane beef, for no damn reason. Like both of them are fairly polite so neither will say it openly but every conversation between the two is the most passive aggressive petty insult battle you could imagine

- freed, levy, Lucy and later jellal have a book club where they all meet up and talk about whatever they're reading and play Scrabble and talk a lot of shit about their annoying ass friends.

- happy sometimes comes but he is under no circumstances allowed to bring natsu(he knows what he did)

- when erza met seigrain/jellal in the magic counsel she first tried to attack him, when that proved to be a bad idea she later started specifically destroying stuff under his jurisdiction to make sure he had to deal with as much paperwork as possible

- for her modelling, Mira used to use a very light spray of holy water to remove body hair because it burns it off💀

- wendy romeo and chelia are actually best friends like they are constantly hanging out together just to go do stuff

- erza and Erik hate each other for no reason at all. Like over that year that she worked with crime sorciere they where ALWAYS BEEFING. Every time they were near each other erza was thinking insults she knew he could hear and Erik was fighting for his life not to strangle her to death.

When erza became sclass she used to sit on the 5th step of the stairs because Mira wasn't allowed on those stairs yet and it really pissed her off. She was like, just barely out of reach, so Mira would stand at the bottom the stairs yelling death threats at her and erza would be like "whattt I'm not doing anything I don't even know what your talking about in literally just sitting what are you so mad about"

- when Warren invented cellphones, despite all of them looking like modern smartphones, freed somehow managed to get one that looked exactly like a Blackberry and refuses to get a different one

- Mira used to cut her siblings hair and because she didn't know any good haircuts yet her 2 options where 1- bald or 2- bowl cut. Hence lisannas horrifying cut as a child

[leviathans-watching]

when you realize the older brothers like you

includes: lucifer, mammon, levi x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .6k | rated g | m.list

a/n: ugh i'm just feeling super uninspired rn, so sorry if this is blegh. anyway, my inbox is open, to chat, req, or leave feedback, so come say hi!!

please reblog <33

you realize lucifer likes you when you see how free he is with you. free with his ideas, his time, his things, and himself. the warm, sweet man you’d grown to know is a far cry from the imposing figure that had greeted you in the student council room at rad, and as you think back, you can trace when he’d begun opening up, when the two of you had grown closer.

at first, you hadn’t spent much time together at all, you were so busy with his brother’s shenanigans and getting situated, and he with work and his other duties, but as time went on and you came to know one another better, it wasn’t uncommon for you to share a table at the library to work, which turned into him walking you out, which turned into grabbing coffee, and so on and so forth.

he’s kind to you, and attentive, and while he’s polite to everyone (as long as they’re not on his bad side) there’s truly something deeper between you, something you hope to treasure and foster for as long as possible.

you realize mammon likes you pretty quickly. his insults turn to unintended compliments, the angry stain on his cheeks turns into a flustered blush, and he’s painfully transparent when it comes to wanting to spend time with you.

he hoards you, like a dragon does a jewel–or a spectacularly rare grimm–so unwilling to be outspoken in his adoration but it shining through in his every action. he comes up with ridiculous excuses to spend time with you, ones you both know you don’t believe, and you go along with him, just as eager to be in his company as he is to be in yours.

there are the little things, too. the way he gives you his jacket even if you’re not that cold. the way he grabs your hand when he’s excited. the way he stands on the street side when you go on walks. it’s the little things that he does even while claiming you’re ‘just a human’ to him, another thing you both know you don’t believe.

you realize levi likes you when he invites you into his space, sharing the parts of him he’d kept hidden for so long. no one went into his room before you, but it’s now not uncommon for you to hang in there after dinner, and over time, he’s revealed more of his collection to you. you find his passion endearing and fun, especially when he finds things to do or watch that interest the both of you, opening you up to a whole new world you’ve never explored.

he teaches you how to play his games, even letting you win sometimes, and is so eager when you do the same. he picks up your favorite snacks for movie nights, even though you old told him what they were once, and remembers that you like the left side of the couch better than the right.

he’s not so good at expressing himself through words, getting flustered when he tries, but his actions make it more than clear how he feels for you, how high of a regard he holds you in. you know he worries about being too much, too weird, but the fact that he’s able to overcome those worries to spend genuine time with you is something you’ll never not be grateful for, as it allows you this wonderful connection.

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[blues824]

Sorry the large amount of work you have to do but if you can, could you do Yandere Zhongli!mc x obey me brothers + diavolo

I’m gonna make the characters Yandere for you in return. Gender-neutral reader.

Warnings: Yandere (I do not condone this behavior irl), suggestive in Satan’s and Asmo’s, use of love potion, Shrek references, Stockholm Syndrome

Lucifer

You both were very polite towards each other, and you both were competent, so it was no surprise that the both of you started to display Yandere tendencies. Plus, the fact that you threatened to end his brothers’ lives for causing him stress was something he took as a joke (it wasn’t, but that’s okay).

With Lucifer, you don’t even have to worry about being broke. He will become your provider both financially and through home. He doesn’t even get upset when you come to him when you are completely in debt. However, if Mammon points it out, Lucifer will threaten his own brother.

He doesn’t really know what an Archon is, so you’re going to have to explain that to him. Then you’re gonna have to explain why you chose to live among the mortals in your world. Even though the Devildom does not have Osmanthus wine, Lucifer would go through the trouble of going to your world just to acquire some in the hopes of securing your love for him. 

As for your dragon side, it’s very intriguing and beautiful to the Avatar of Pride. Whenever you’re in the middle of a transformation, but haven’t fully completed it yet, he will run his hands over your spine just to make you shiver.

Mammon

The moment you showed him kindness was the moment where he was convinced you were the one. That being said, he would send threats to everyone who dared get close to you. The feeling was very mutual, though. Sure, you didn’t care for his tsundere behavior, but he showed clear favoritism towards you and that’s all that mattered.

You both are broke to the point where you become dependent on others, but you don’t particularly like it. So, because of this, you take a step back and actually learn about this world’s finances so that you can be better prepared with your money. But, since Mammon doesn’t want you getting a job for fear of you getting close to others, he will become the breadwinner.

Mans had no idea what an Archon is, but the more you explained the more he thought you were so freaking cool (also the more he felt unworthy of even being in your presence). I think he would also go through the trouble of getting Osmanthus wine just for you to see him in a good light.

He loves your dragon form, and your half-dragon-half-human form because you are very protective and even possessive, and that means he has you all to himself in return. Plus, he better be the only person you’ve shown this form to. After all, he’s your first, just as you are his.

Leviathan 

Mans wants you all to himself, and once he notices that you want him all to yourself he is ecstatic. Not only does envy play a huge part in this, but also your Yandere tendencies. He doesn’t mind only seeing you for the rest of his immortal life, as long as you feel the same.

Levi isn’t broke, and he likes the aspect of being the financial provider because that means you become dependent on him. He will even teach you how to look out for scams so that you don’t lose money. You revel in the time you spend together as he teaches you these things, because it’s time that he’s spending with you and you alone.

He’s played a game that had a similar concept to Archons, so he already had a basic understanding of what you were. He didn’t know anything about the wine you drank, so he went on to Akuzon to see if he could find it, and he bought the last bottle online.

The moment you showed him your dragon form, he was entranced. The years of playing dungeons and dragons came flooding into his mind, and another thing his mind told him was that he wouldn’t mind being locked in your dungeon (take that as you will). Lock him in a tower and call him Fiona, plot twist is he’s in love with the dragon.

Satan

Seeing you be so polite as well as kind in general really caught his attention. You were the only one who could calm him down whenever he got into a fit of rage, and he really grew attached to you. He needn’t fret, since you loved him just as much. If either of you were without the other, you grew easily agitated.

Satan isn’t broke either, but he might grow a little annoyed at your dependence on him. So, he gives you a few books so that you can learn how to both manage your money better and stay away from scams. But, if there is a book you’re interested in, he will buy it for you with no hesitation whatsoever.

He has read something about archons, but will ask you a bunch of questions about life as an archon so that he gets a deeper grasp on the concept. He might interview you over a bottle of Osmanthus wine, with a little love potion unknowingly put in each other’s drinks. Let’s just say that you both didn’t answer any questions that were unrelated to either demon or former-archon anatomy.

Once you showed him your dragon form, that kind of sealed the deal. You were just like the dragons he was familiar with in very popular fairy tales. You wrapped your tail around Satan, pulling him close to you and let out a loving huff of air. 

Asmodeus

You were good-looking and very charming, plus you could be sentimental. You were the perfect person in Asmo’s eyes. Plus, you were definitely very attractive when you got serious. You also couldn’t deny that the Avatar of Lust was attractive either, and you both fell in love and lust for each other. He didn’t show Yandere tendencies at all, but you definitely did and he was thriving for it.

Asmo buys a lot of cosmetics and clothes, but he’s not broke. He gets a lot of money from his Devilgram and his job as an influencer, as well as modeling gigs. So, that being said, he always covers your finances for you as long as you only allow him to buy things for you. He wants to dress you up like his own darling doll, and your philosophy is as long as it makes him happy.

He does not know a thing about Archons, but upon finding out that you were a god he was stunned. He dropped his $400 moisturizer out of pure shock. Then, you went on about how as an Archon you would drink Osmanthus wine with your Archon comrades, and that has Asmo thinking about how the wine tastes. But the second he tries it, he probably figured out you laced it with a love potion or aphrodisiac of some sort.

Then, you showed your dragon form to him, and mans was squealing so much. He felt like the princess in one of those movies he’s seen, and he doesn’t mind being in love with the dragon this time. I feel like it feeds into his predator/prey but also his jealousy and possessiveness kinks. That’s all I’m going to say about it.

Beelzebub

You made him some Bamboo Shoot Soup and that’s when he fell in love. Part of it might have been the potion you put into his portion, but it was only a small part. Even after the effect wore off, he was still obsessed with you. He acted no differently than when he was under the effects of the potion.

He spends quite a bit of money on food, but he’s not broke at all. I think he would get discounts for being on RAD’s Fangol team, so that helps. He also likes to get you gifts from time to time. But then there’s you, who can not handle your finances well. He doesn’t know too much, but he will help you through it and offer to help you pay your debts.

Beel does not know about Archons either, so when you tell him about it he finds it really cool. But, as you told him about your Archon friends, he grew a bit jealous and worried. Was there a possibility that you would go back to them? That you would sit and sip wine with them once again. To soothe his worries, he ordered the Osmanthus wine you loved so much.

When you showed him your dragon form, he was amazed. Your possessive side definitely showed as you curled around him and didn’t allow him to leave, but he had no problem with not leaving for a while. He ran his hand over your back and you shivered at the contact, making the Avatar of Gluttony chuckle a little.

Belphegor

Usually, a darling tends to fight back against their yandere, and you thought it was one of those cases. Belphie did not like you at first because you were a part of the exchange program, and he was the one who was able to spot your yandere tendencies first. But, he thought it over and eventually grew to love you back.

He’s not broke, mainly because he never goes anywhere. That being said, he will help you pay back your debts and he will make sure you stay with him to sleep all the time because that means you can’t spend money. He usually does the online shopping for you so that you don’t get scammed.

Belphie does not know about Archons, but in your dreams you are often sipping a glass of wine with some statues. The effigies are responding to you in return, which freaked him out a bit, but he looked down and saw that he had a glass of wine as well. He sipped it, and the sweet taste overwhelmed his senses.

You once showed him your dragon form, and you spent the entire time sleeping. You wrapped your body around him and he placed his back against you so that he was propped up in a sitting position. You both had the best nap.

Diavolo

If I remember correctly, Diavolo is a bit of a yandere himself, so this works out ‘perfectly’. You were his first friend-turned-lover, and he doesn’t have a correct or untwisted view of love. So whatever you tell him is normal is what he goes by in this relationship. In addition to this, since you both were yandere, you both fed into each other’s yandere tendencies to an unhealthy degree (as though this was a healthy relationship in the first place).

Diavolo is definitely not broke. As the Prince of the Devildom, he has the wealth of a typical royal, as well as control of the Treasury. This would make you his co-ruler-to-be, but you do not have access to the treasury. One thing he does to manipulate you into being more dependent on him is he controls your money and your spending. However, you are left wanting for nothing.

Since it was in your student profile, he did some research on Archons. Over tea, he might ask you about your life as an Archon, and you went on about the nostalgic memory of sitting with your friends and sipping on Osmanthus wine. He wants to help you not feel homesick, so he orders some of your favorite beverage and spends an entire afternoon with you just to chat.

You showed him your dragon form and he was entranced. You might be more powerful than he is, if we’re all being honest, but he thought he would be the prince assisting you out of the tower rather than you being the dragon that locks the prince up. It doesn’t matter to him though.

[raybyanothername]

The Dornish War AU

So... @arraxapologist gave me an excuse to ramble and @idontevenknowhowtolife said I can have a chapter update if I write this up.

I may not get around to actually writing this AU, but I have a lot planned. The Polycule of Power would probably feature to some degree or another if I did it properly, but my notes are all on the canon ships (at least for the older gen, Aegon ends that trend real quick).

It would start, as so many good AUs do, with someone trying to kill Viserys. ^^'

At Rhaenyra and Laenor's wedding tourney, the festivities get interrupted by an attempted assassination of the king. So yay! Joffrey lives! ...for now. Bing, bang, boom, rushed nuptials done, we move to the war bit.

They track the attempt back to Dorne, which is a bit salty about the Stepstones even though they were not * directly* involved in the conflict. Various threats are levied. Political drama. Etc!

War declared!

Now, Lyonel Strong is Hand at this point and Otto is off in Oldtown advising his nephew who just became Lord Hightower. That may relate directly to the breakdown in diplomatic relations... 😏

Essentially, Otto is in charge of the Hightower forces at this point. He and his older sons are literally the ones on the front lines in that region. He and Boremund Baratheon, who is still alive at this point, are coordinating all the ground forces. Borros gets to live his best life smashing heads a la his descendent Robert.

Meanwhile, Corlys is using his foothold in the Stepstones to establish a blockade of Dorne. A rather major escalation that pisses the Martells off Whether they were involved in the assassination is very much up in the air, but they're gonna act like they're innocent regardless cause they're not idiots.

Rhaenyra is playing her best Visenya and arguing that they either need to conquer Dorne once and for all, or let the matter go. Alicent is lowkey telling Viserys the same thing, but with more emotion cause she just found out she's pregnant again (Yay Aemond!). She and Rhaenyra are in a very rocky truce situation here. Very stand-offish, but accidentally united.

The accidentally is very important because while Alicent is fretting about her children being in danger, Rhaenyra is leveraging the fact that her father has other heirs now to convince him to send her and Laenor to the front.

"I'm to be their queen. Their protector. If I cannot protect my own family, I don't deserve the crown."

Somewhere, Daemon's spidey sense is going off the moment Laenor hands Rhaenyra a sword. Viserys sees her training with her husband and agrees, giving her final say over all troop movements on the front lines. Rhaenys goes to Storm's End. Daemon to Oldtown. Laenor to Hightower. The idea is that Rhaenyra would go back and forth between the three, checking in with ground forces and coordinating with the Lords of each.

Are any of them actually in those castles? Eh. Sometimes. The dragonriders are supporting the armies, scouting far and wide, burning the border, etc. Rhaenyra probably spends as much time coordinating with Ormund Hightower as she does keeping Otto and Daemon from killing each other.

This is the era in which Otto realizes Rhaenyra could actually be a fantastic queen. With some help... of course. He's still Otto after all. XD

During one of the battles (probably the future location of Summerhall, because I can), Joffrey is killed. Rhaenyra spends the night comforting Laenor. Things happen... and now she's flying back and forth across the frontlines while pregnant.

Alicent goes into labor when she hears about that... cause Aemond is born early in every universe.

The war continues. Rhaenyra burns the fuck out of Yronwood before she ends up giving birth in one of the camps. Syrax's roars are terrifying both sides. Especially because they are joined by another dragon...

😎 Laena and Vhagar were not about to sit out a chance to conquer Dorne okay? She was flying with the Velaryon fleet mostly, very effective deterent Vhagar. With Rhaenyra giving birth, she flies across the Sea of Dorne to lend her support.

Yronwood is having an exceptionally bad few days there. Something, something, Laena and Daemon hit it off while waring and whoring. She drops some hints about her betrothal... Daemon dones his murder hoodie. Sealord's son is out of the picture. Rhaenys and Laenor have a shovel talk with Daemon while Rhaenyra presents Lord Corlys with his first grandson.

Lord Boremund totally cackles about the boy looking more like Jocelyn and Rhaenys than Laenor or Corlys. Otto says something about Jacaerys looking more like his mother.

"The Arryns will surely be overjoyed to see their blood so prominent in the young prince's features."

The Dornish are wiley though. (I love this about them) They're not making this war easy, even with the dragons. After all, the OG Conquerors had dragons too, and they couldn't make the Dornish submit. The commanders fight more without Rhaenyra there to keep them united (*cough* Daemon and Otto *cough*) so she has to leave Jacaerys with Alicent (who is now pregnant again... Rhaenyra is definitely side eyeing her father on that one).

If the Dornish thought Rhaenyra was bad before... she's got a very adorable baby she wants to get back to now. It's full court press. The dragons are relentless. Vhagar is having the time of her life.

Eventually, an offer comes from the Prince of Dorne to have his eldest daughter marry Jacaerys as a means to end the war. Given the girl is the man's heir and Jacaerys is hers... Rhaenyra is not so keen to have the girl lose out on her inheritance. She negotiates for Aegon instead, with the girl being fostered in King's Landing until their wedding.

The night the peace treaty is signed, Lucerys is conceived. He'll end up betrothed to a granddaughter of the Lord of Yronwood before his first birthday, to cement the treaty. (Aegon and Luke are the Daenaerys and Daeron II in this AU... for reasons).

Rhaenyra returns to King's Landing and conspires with Alicent for Jace and Helaena to be betrothed eventually. Daeron still fosters as Oldtown, but he ends up betrothed to a Manderly girl. When Joffrey comes along (the result of a night Laenor blames on Qarl and Rhaenyra blames Harwin for) he goes to the Vale, because Lady Arryn needs an heir... and he is Aemma's grandson...

Something, something Baela and Aemond are utter terrors together. No one is shocked when they run off to Essos together. Except Daemon... Daemon is surprised. Daemon is not happy. Corlys and Otto are laughing at him together over a bottle of Velaryon whiskey in High Tide.

That leads to Rhaena marrying Lyonel.

The Starks have 100% noticed that the Targaryens are marrying into the most influential families and are keeping their heads down cause Cregan is a young lord. His uncle would like to remain his regent. Jace and Cregan will join their houses later though so its fine.

On the other hand... the Lannisters are frothing at the mouth about being left out. Well... Rhaenyra is still salty about *someone* implying Aegon should be heir. So when she finally has a daughter, right before her coronation at that, she ain't looking at Casterly Rock.

Her Visenya obviously deserves to be forever doted upon and surrounded by beauty, so she ends up the next Lady of Highgarden.

I've gotten distracted from the plot here a bit... but whatever. The Dance is avoided. Rhaenyra ends up queen and Aegon is living his best life getting drunk off Dornish wine with his Dornish wife. Sunfyre blends in perfectly with the desert sand when he naps in the summer.

All is well.

Jaehaera is Jacaerys' heir, because I said so.

Good night! XD

[sinigangsta-ao3]

Hi! I’d like to begin by saying I never read these types of fics, but I gave Mother! a chance because of the prompt and absolutely devoured it. I loved the whole implicit background and their feelings. Idk how to explain I don’t usually like things with monsters.

Could you talk a bit about this fic, how you came up with it, some headcanons? And what you think maybe happened after

omg thank you so much for this ask!! It came at a good time bc, admittedly, I was considering hiding this fic a few days ago: I was very much in my head of whether or not this fic is “me” (which is a silly thing to think bc of course it is, I wrote it 😅). BUT ANYWAYS! receiving this ask prompted me to go back and reread “mother!” — and I felt really proud of it!!! lol. So I know this wasn’t your intention necessarily, but thanks for reminding me of this one.

I digress!! I’ll answer your questions below bc I (unfortunately) will share a lot lol:

Ok, so I wrote this fic for a multifandom dead dove event that was hosted on twitter: monsterfcking march lol. I don’t actually do too many events, even though I’d like to, bc they make me anxious about meeting deadlines. But this dead dove one I really like bc they’re usually prompts that make me think and write outside of my comfort zone — which I really like to do!

I was definitely still in my house of the dragon era when I wrote this, I’m sure lol. But in truth: I am a big fantasy buff. I really love stories with rich world building and magic and monstrous creatures. So I don’t ever know if I have the discipline to go and create a whole fantasy world, but I figured this one-shot would be a good way to try my hand at it.

So here are some headcanons that went into the “world building” of this one-shot (tw: mentions of incest, cannibalism, gore/vore ahead):

The Ackermans are the dominant power in this world, mainly because of their ability to bond with and control dragons (yes, they’re very much a Targaryen parallel in this one-shot’s universe).

They each have a dragon to which they’re bonded since birth. They’re given eggs as infants, and their body heat helps the eggs to hatch. As the dragons grow, the Ackermans are supposed to take care of their dragons and train them. They feed their dragons bits of their flesh and blood as they both grow to help with the bonding.

This whole bonding ritual creates a “parent”-like relationship because the Ackermans basically train their dragons to recognize them as their sole means of survival (I guess kinda like how you train a dog to recognize you as the “alpha”). There’s very much a dom-sub / extremely codependent relationship that is nurtured. An Ackerman and their dragon rely on one another for each other’s survival.

Eren is Mikasa’s dragon (obviously). He was extremely violent, and there were concerns about whether or not he could be tamed. The dragon keepers wanted to execute him when he was younger as a precaution, but Mikasa intervened.

Eren disappeared when he found out that Mikasa was betrothed to her cousin Levi. (Yes it’s because he was jealous and petty lol) Because of their bond, Mikasa feels chronic, physical pain during their separation.

The Ackermans have a history of marrying one another in order to keep their blood pure and ensure power over dragons (yet another Targaryen parallel).

Levi and Mikasa’s marriage was arranged since Mikasa was a young child. It is definitely a political move: Levi is heir to the throne, and his marriage with Mikasa is to solidify Ackerman strength and produce more heirs.

Levi and Mikasa are friendly with one another, but don’t have romantic feelings for one another. Levi is closeted and has been having a secret affair with Lord Erwin Smith, a noble who serves in his family’s court.

Mikasa is not excited about her marriage because she doesn’t like feeling like she has no control over her life and future (but she doesn’t realize that’s what’s bothering her until Eren returns).

For recent generations, the Ackermans have been overseeing a kingdom in relative peace and comfort. While they have a history of violence and conquering, they’ve become complacent and have resorted to a life of luxury and parties.

In terms of what happens next: I envisioned that Levi and Mikasa do get married — but that Mikasa uses her new position as queen to get some agency back in her life (i.e., keep Eren as a lover and do whatever the hell else she wants) and usher in a new conquering era for the Ackermans. She’s a young girl who’s been sheltered. So when she recognizes how much power she holds when she literally dominates a dragon (lol), I like to think that it gets to her head a bit. And she starts to do more than what people tell her to do. 💕💕

Okay, I’m sorry for the info dump. But thanks again for the ask!! Always happy to share my thought process when it comes to my fics hehe

[theotherackerman]

COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER: Any recognizable elements belong to Attack on Titan, Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon, A Song of Ice and Fire

TRIGGER WARNING: mention that Dina cannot have children, mentions of abuse, mentions of torture

NOTES: This was 27 pages and covers the 2nd-5th full days since the Jaegers have arrived it. It was a beast to write. I hope you all enjoy it!

Chapter Three: Ice has melted back to life

Levi wasn’t sure how he let Zeke talk him into chaperoning Eren and Mikasa on a trip to the woods. In fact, Eren and Mikasa didn’t have the slightest clue what was happening. They thought this was all Zeke’s idea and they happened to be asked along.

“It would be good for them to get to know each other. They will have us there so there will be no question about it. Mikasa’s reputation will remain intact. Do you not think it will be a good idea?” Zeke had questioned him when he cornered him after dinner.

Levi had agreed, if for no other reason to get to his dragon and away from Zeke.

Now here he was, trotting through the woods with two idiots who clearly were in the beginning stages of falling in love with one another, a dragon, and two wolves.

Kayda was the only dragon small enough to go through the woods. She spent time hunting here though Levi did not look forward to the day that Kayda decided farmers’ sheep were easier than deer.

The wolves darted through the trees, happy to be in their element.

Kayda stayed next to Mikasa and Eren. Zeke was a step behind them while Levi trailed back a bit.

The stream could be heard bubbling through the trees. The woods were always a relaxing place for Levi. He had run away here many times as a child to escape his duties and chores. He enjoyed exploring and finding things like the hot springs. As a child, he always had Vulcan with him. Then when Mikasa was old enough, she was exploring these woods with Kayda while Levi had to take on more duties.

He had seen eleven namedays when Mikasa had been born. He had watched the egg be placed into her cradle and had been one of the first to see Kayda after she had hatched. So he was rather protective of his cousin. He hadn’t liked the idea of her marrying someone for political reasons. Levi had lost his first love, and hadn't had the opportunity to marry. He wouldn’t let Mikasa be deprived of a first love. He wouldn’t let her not get the chance to marry for love.

There was much tragedy in the Ackerman family when it came to love. Levi’s father was dead, Kenny had lost the love of his life. Levi’s grandmother had died, leaving his grandfather alone.

“FENRIR!” Eren yelled just as the wolf jumped into the stream, splashing Eren and Mikasa.

The wolf just happily barked as he ran back and forth in the stream, continuing to splash Eren and Mikasa.

Levi and Zeke laughed. Kayda made a noise that if Levi didn’t know better, he would think it sounded like a laugh.

The anger on Eren’s face subsided once he realized that Mikasa wasn’t angry but laughing.

Levi looked over at Zeke.

They nodded to one another.

Levi would not rush this relationship between his cousin and the younger prince. Let them fall in love, let them enjoy it.  

—-------- Levi and Zeke were walking far enough behind them that Mikasa felt she could confide in Eren.

“They just have not been acting the same since they found out Kiyomi wants me to wed soon. They just feel so distant,” Mikasa looked down, embarrassed that she had no one else to talk to about this.

“Well, won’t you lose them once you’re married? You will become a member of your husband’s house. They’ll have a new future. They’ll have to find a husband of their own or a different line of work. I’m sure that’s all it is. I see it all the time in the capital,” Eren reassured her.

She hadn’t thought of that.

“They will be coming with me when I visit. Maybe you could think of something I could do with them while I’m there? I’d like for them to enjoy the trip just as much as I will. If it wouldn't be too much trouble, of course,” Mikasa looked down.

“No trouble at all, Princess.” His fingers brushed hers as they walked which made Mikasa blush. “But eventually, you’re going to have to train with me. I still want to know if you are as good as they say you are.”

“Wait, people speak of my skills?” Mikasa stopped walking, causing Eren to stop as well.

“Just my father, my mother, and Dina. They were discussing you to Zeke. Your uncle and my father are in constant correspondence. Nothing bad. Just how training is going and such.”

“The letters by raven?”

Eren nodded.

“He let you read them?”

Eren started walking again. “No, I read them when they were left on his desk. It is his fault for leaving them there.” He grinned at her as she caught up to him.

“I don’t know what I should say to that.”

“Not a thing, Princess. Just keep walking with me.”

Mikasa nodded, doing just that.

——- The sitting room outside of the bedroom that Dina, Carla, and Grisha were sharing was set up for afternoon tea. Eren had decided to join Carla and Dina as he wished to discuss something with them. Both women were very interested in what Eren had to say.

While some marriages would have failed when another person was brought into the mix, Grisha and Dina’s thrived. Dina did not mind sharing her husband with Carla one bit. In fact, she had welcomed it. Dina knew people said that Grisha had married her out of duty and Carla out of love. That should have bothered her but it didn’t. Dina was used to the rumors that spread. She had dealt with them all her life and she would deal with them until her death.

While introducing Grisha to Carla had at first been a practical move, since Dina could not bear any more children, it became so much more than that. She had gained the best friend she could ever ask for. She never felt second to Grisha. In fact, she was sure that Carla would side with her over their husband any day.

“You have that worrying mother look upon your face right now,” Dina said as she scooped sugar into her tea.

“I’m worried Eren has got himself in trouble even more. I just hope he hasn’t fought that knight again. I’m beginning to worry about that. He is from the Kirsteins, to become Lord upon his father’s death. I do not want a civil war with the Tyburs’ threatening Grisha,” Carla sighed.

“Levi has already pledged the dragons. We knew he would. Kuchel told us that at tea yesterday. Do not fret. Here, have one of these tea cakes.” Dina passed the small plate over to Carla.

“You mean to fatten me up,” Carla teased.

“Yes, then maybe Grisha will commission us a larger bed in the capital.”

Carla laughed loudly.

A knock came at the door.

Both of their wolves raised their heads but did not get up.

“It must be Eren if they’re not running over there,” Carla said as she stood up and opened the door.

Sure enough, Eren was standing on the other side with Fenrir.

“Mother,” Eren said before kissing Carla on the cheek.

Fenrir made his way into the room. He jumped onto one of the couches in the sitting room and laid down on it.

“A kiss without me asking?” Carla raised an eyebrow at her son.

Eren shrugged before he walked over to Dina. “Dina,” he said before leaning down and kissing her on the cheek. Then he sat in the chair at the small circle table.

“And I get a kiss as well? Well, this is serious,” Dina teased him.

“I want to talk about Princess Mikasa,” Eren declared.

Carla poured Eren a cup of tea. “Oh?”

“I know Father wishes her to wed to Zeke but there is something you must know. I have been spending time with her. I thought since she was to be my brother’s bride, I should get to know her,” Eren confessed.

“That is a good idea, Eren. There is nothing wrong with that,” Dina reassured him.

“But you see…there is a problem. Because the moment I saw her, before I fully realized who she was, I was in love with her. I know, it’s only been three days, barely that. I’ve seen the letters between Father and Kenny. I know how strong she is, how she goes on adventures. Then to see her and for her to be utterly beautiful is devastating. Because now, as I get to know her, these feelings get stronger. I tell myself it is a crush. I tell myself it is better for her to fall in love with Zeke and be my brother’s wife. I will be her friend, if that is all I can be but I cannot sit idly by. I know she’s coming to the capital. I know you’ve all probably decided she is the best match for Zeke but…I do not know what to do. I do not know if I can just sit here and watch her marry my brother when I know he does not love nor will he ever,” Eren admitted.

Dina and Carla turned to one another. They looked at each other, both thinking the same thing. Eren had never shown interest in anyone like this or anything for that matter. He trained because he thought fighting for his father may free him one day. Yet here he was, upset that this woman may be wed to someone other than him. It seemed that Zeke was right. His brother was very fond of this girl. It could fade with time but what if it didn’t?

They turned back to Eren.

“Have you spoken to Mikasa about this?” Dina asked before taking a sip of tea.

Eren shook his head, “No. I do not think she feels the same and I do not wish to lose her as a friend.”

“I do not know if you love her, Eren. As you said, it has been three days but you do seem infatuated with her. That is how it always starts. We will not wed Mikasa to Zeke. In fact, Zeke came here himself saying he noticed your interest and could not betray you. He refused to marry her,” Carla informed him.

“Truly?”

Dina nodded as she put her tea cup down, “he did. He cares about you deeply, Eren.”

“Yes, he does. Now, I do have one caveat if we agree to allow you to pursue this. You will not do anything without Princess Mikasa’s permission, you understand? You will not ask for a betrothal, kiss her, or anything else without her permission. If you can promise me that, I am sure we can arrange more time for you to spend with her. That way you can get to know each other more and you can see if she feels the same,” Carla ordered.

Eren shot up from his chair and hugged his mother. “I promise. Thank you, Mother.”

Carla laughed as she hugged her son.

Eren then gave Dina a hug. “Thank you, Dina.”

Dina hugged him back.

Eren stepped back, then returned to his chair where he sat down again.

“Now tell us, what adventures have you and Fenrir been in?” Dina asked.

So Eren launched into his tale of how Mikasa took him flying.

————

Jean began to try and seek out Mikasa. Instead of finding her, he found Levi after dinner.

“Lord Ackerman, I wonder if I might inquire what the standing is for Princess Mikasa’s hand in marriage,” Jean smiled.

“No,” Levi said simply before walking off.

Jean was left dumbfounded alone in the hallway.

Yet he did not let that get him down. Surely one of the other Ackermans’ would have some say in it. His next person to ask was Kenny.

“Lord Ackerman, my name is Jean Kirstein. I was interested in inquiring if there was any way I could get to know Princess Mikasa. I was interested in knowing where her betrothal with Prince Zeke stands and if there is to be none, I would like to have her hand in marriage.”

Kenny looked him up and down. “Princess Mikasa is in charge of her own betrothal. If it is her hand you are interested in, you would have to talk to her.” Kenny then walked off.

Eren came up behind him. “Didn’t my brother tell you not to ask about that?”

Jean rolled his eyes. “There is no harm in inquiring. Why do you seriously think you have a shot with her? She’s a princess. And you? You’re just a suicidal bastard who….”

Eren lunged at Jean punching him right in the face. Jean stumbled backwards but Eren’s assault did not stop. Punch after punch continued. Jean tried to hit Eren back but Eren was too fast. Then it was a kick in the groin from Eren that made Jean fall down. But Eren did not stop, he got on top of Jean and continued to pummel him.

“ZEKE!” Armin yelled.

Eren felt hands lock around his waist and pull him off.

“Put me down!” Eren yelled as his brother pulled him away.

“EREN! We are guests! What happened?!” Zeke restrained his brother.

“He called me a bastard! I’m done being called that!”

Zeke shoved Eren into Armin’s arms who tried to hold him tight.

“What the fuck did you call my brother?” Zeke cracked his knuckles.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” Jean scrambled backwards.

Zeke didn’t want to hear it so he grabbed Jean by the collar of his shirt.

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?” Grisha’s voice echoed through the hallway.

Everyone froze.

Zeke was in midswing, holding Jean’s collar.

Eren was trying to pull out of  Armin’s arms.  Armin trying to grasp onto Eren.

Jean clearly had a black eye, his lip bleeding.

Grisha just stood there, his face red.

“It’s amidst my own house! So someone better start speaking before I send you all back to the capital!” Grisha demanded.

“It was my fault. I insulted the Prince,” Jean confessed. “I misspoke. Prince Zeke was just defending his brother. I’ll pack my things.”

“What did you say?” Grisha demanded.

When Eren was legitimized, calling him a bastard came with a price, it was the same that came if anyone called Carla a whore. The person lost their tongue.

“He called me a bitch,” Eren said simply. “I lost my temper. I’m sorry, Father.”  

Jean looked shocked. Eren knew the price. He knew he could have Jean’s tongue right there, yet he defended him.

“I say you did. Watch your words. All of you. Be gone from my sight,” Grisha said.

The men let go of one another. Separating, going in different directions.

Jean wouldn’t forget how Eren spared him.

——————— Carla wrapped her shawl around herself as she walked up to Seaflames and Kuchel.  The sun had set and the air had turned a little bit chilly as it did at night.

“You know I hear there are monsters in these woods,” Carla said.

Kuchel turned and looked at her. “That is why I am heading in. What’s bothering you?”

Carla shook her head. “I worry. I pretend not to but I worry about all of this. I worry about Eren. I worry when we break this news about what’s happening across the sea he’ll mount his battalion. He’ll go over there and fight. Zeke won’t be far behind him. Then we’ll lose everything we fought for.”

Kuchel put a hand on Carla’s shoulder. “It won’t come to that.”

“That’s what Dina and Grisha say but….you know. I didn’t come from a line of lords and ladies. I was just one of the small folk and now….” Carla trailed off.

“You’re a queen, Carla. You’re not going back to that tavern.”

Carla scoffed.

“If it comes to that, the North would break away and you all would live here. The Tyburs will not take the North.”

“What if they do have a dragon killer?”

Kuchel inhaled. “You know the only reason my father was able to kill his dragon? Because the dragon trusted him. You saw how Seaflames fought in the last war. She won’t trust anyone else. She won’t let them get close enough to any of us.”

“I am tired of war, Kuchel.”

“That is the price of the throne. There’s always going to be conflict. Some rebellion or other power trying to find a weakness.”

“I never asked for this, you know.”

Kuchel nodded. “Come, let’s get inside before something comes in the dark.”  She began to lead Carla inside.

————— Dragons were not the only thing that lived in the mountains.

There were creatures that were more bone than flesh.

There had been rumors of erecting a large wall to keep those creatures contained.

The arguments about the wall, who would pay for it, what it would be built from troubled the Fritz family.

So ultimately, the wall was never built. There was no one to make sure the numbers of these creatures stayed back.

They only existed in fairy tales. No one had seen one for hundreds of years.

Their language sounded like the cracking of ice.

The only thing that could kill them?

Dragon fire or a weapon forged from it.

Otherwise, they were unkillable.

Eren Jaeger began to have strange dreams.

It was unbelievably cold in these dreams. Blue eyes seemed to follow him everywhere he went. He could not escape them.

But when he woke up the next morning, all he could remember was the cold. ————- Armin tossed and turned in his bed.

He had had trouble sleeping last night as well, ever since that argument with Annie.

He kept failing.

He was the reason Erwin was dead.

If Armin would have kept Eren home that night, kept him out of that tavern. They wouldn’t have been chased through the streets. They wouldn’t have run into those people that saw Eren as nothing more than a bastard. Erwin wouldn’t have had to come to their rescue. Erwin wouldn’t have lost his arm. He stayed Captain of the Guard. He could fight better than any man with two arms still.

But then Fritz loyalists attacked.

That had been the end of Erwin Smith.

As his squire, everyone wanted to see Armin follow in his liege’s footsteps. While he had the brains for battle tactics, he did not have the brawns. He was a good fighter, a great one even. However, he was not as great as those he was knighted with. Jean was better at fighting.

Heavens help them if Jean ends up as Captain of the Guard.

Jean wasn’t a bad person. In fact, Armin rather liked Jean.

As the fight this afternoon had proved, Eren had a temper. Zeke normally was level headed but when it came to Eren, Zeke would always protect his brother. Armin knew Jean hadn’t meant it that way. If Jean had, Eren wouldn’t have taken up for Jean. Jean was just being…well Jean.

Armin turned over in bed.

The memory of Annie replayed in his mind.

They had been fifteen the first time they kissed and it had just escalated from there. He hadn’t meant for it to tear them apart. He had loved coming up here with Erwin. He had always looked forward to it. Then he had meant Annie. Beautiful, stoic, strong Annie.

And she had wanted to kiss him as badly as he wanted to kiss her? Only the wine that had been pumping through his veins had given him the courage to do it.

Now….

Now she didn’t want anything to do with him.

In fact, she had made sure to sit at Zeke’s table tonight at dinner. So of course, Mikasa and Sasha had sat there as well. Eren had been grumpy about it.

Eren’s attraction to Mikasa was easily spotted. The only person who probably didn’t know it was Eren. Everyone else saw it. The way he looked at her or made sure to get her attention.

His wolf was even interested in Mikasa.

It was lucky that the wolves hadn’t come to dinner. Armin would have not wanted to deal with that fight with the wolves involved.

Armin tossed and turned again.

He wasn’t going to get much sleep tonight. —------------- Annie had these strange dreams from time to time. She felt like she was out of her body, she was somewhere else. It was on the cliffs. Her body felt feline. She felt like the lion that was the crest of her house.

It was strange but she didn’t speak about it. What would she say?

She wandered into a lion’s body?

That wasn’t even possible.

Skinchangers were not real.

It was a story told to children.

Magic wasn’t real.

It never had been.

When she woke in the middle of the night, she was very clearly still a woman. Not a lion prowling the cliffs of the North West.

She blamed her fighting with Armin as she drifted off to sleep.

—------------------------ Kayda was restless.

Mikasa was restless.

Annie wasn’t speaking.

Not that she spoke much to begin with but she was speaking even less lately. She also hadn’t made an excuse to sneak off somewhere.

Annie strolled behind Mikasa as they walked in the gardens.

“Are you going to tell me what’s troubling you or do you want me to pretend that I notice your normal absences have ceased?” Mikasa asked as she stopped and turned, staring Annie down.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Annie deadpanned.

“You’ve been shit at training in the mornings for the last two days. You normally make excuses every time a certain former squire shows up to disappear. Now…now you’re like Kayda when she cannot hunt. You’re more moody than ever. We sat with Levi last night when before you would have jumped at the chance to sit with that former squire. You’re not with child. You’ve had your moon tea.”

Annie looked at Mikasa in surprise.

“Yes, I know about that. I noticed when you only take tea at dinner when he visits. I do not blame you for not wanting to have a child and taking such a precaution,” Mikasa replied.

“Why haven’t you thrown me out?” Annie asked.

“Do you truly think I would care about such a thing?” Mikasa took Annie’s hands into her own. “Did he hurt you? Was it not your choice?”

“No! Never! He wouldn’t! It was not like that at all! It was just…..we both came to the conclusion that it could go on no longer. You will marry soon. My father will expect me to join the royal guard or at least try to. If he becomes captain…it cannot be. I am sorry for not doing my duties…”

“Annie, I don't care. I thought I had done something wrong.”

“No. I’m sorry…”

“Annie, do not apologize….you do not need to apologize. It was for love, wasn’t it?” Mikasa squeezed Annie’s hands.

“It was but now it is over. I wish it had never begun. I wish I never felt love.”

Mikasa hugged Annie. Surprisingly, Annie hugged her back. “Please talk to me next time. I do not like you hurting alone.”

“I will, I promise,” Annie’s voice cracked.

They held onto each other while Annie cried. They did not say anything. They did not need to. Annie needed to cry and Mikasa supported her as she did.

Once Annie stopped crying, Mikasa looped her arm through Annie’s and led her around the garden. “We’ll stay out here until you’re ready to go in, alright?”

Annie nodded.

Kayda moved to the entrance of the garden from the castle. The dragon sat down right in front of it, daring anyone to try to come close to her.

A guard had wandered too close. Kayda puffed smoke at him, he ran away screaming.

—-------------------- Sasha had been working in the forge day in and day out. She knew if she had been a lady to anyone other than Mikasa, they would have taken offense.

But Sasha was also the forge maiden.

Kenny and Levi had both asked her to make gifts for the royal family that would be given to them on the big feast that would be happening the night before they departed.

The feast would include all the Minor Houses in the North coming together and celebrating the royals being in the North.

Dragon fire imbued certain magical properties into the metal. A must for a weapon or jewelry from and for the Ackerman family.

As the forge maiden, Sasha was one of the few permitted to use dragon fire in her crafting.  Levi would bring her fire from Vulcan. How he got the dragon to light the torch, Sasha never knew. Could dragons control how much fire they let out? She didn’t know the answer to that either.

She hammered away on the sword she was working on.  Hopefully her family would arrive early like they had said in the letter the raven had delivered that morning. She was going to need them if she had any hopes of getting this done.

———————- Eren knocked on the door he knew Jean was staying in.

The door opened.

“Oh,” was all Jean said.

His lip had begun to scab over. He had a black eye. It wasn’t the worst fight they had ever gotten in. It wouldn’t be the last.

“You look like shit,” Eren remarked.

“Yes, well, I think I might have deserved it this time,” Jean remarked as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Have you come to rub it in my face that I owe you a debt for that now?”

Eren scoffed as he crossed his arms across his chest. “You’re rather rude to your prince and the person who saved your tongue.”

“Oh please. Don’t act like you did it out of the goodness of your heart. I’m indebted to you. So name your price and be done with it. You want me out of the fight for the princess’s hand? You win. Don’t come here and gloat.”

“She’s a person! You treat her like she is just something to be possessed. You know nothing about her. I came to see what was wrong with you. Because at one time, I believed us to be friends. I was mistaken. If you could pull your head out of your ass for a moment, maybe you’d remember that!”

Eren stormed off, once again leaving a very confused Jean in his wake.

—————

On the fourth full day of the Jaegers’ visit, the other Lords and Ladies began to show up.

“SASHA!” Kaya yelled as she climbed out of the carriage, running straight for Sasha.

Sasha held her arms open and scooped her mother’s ward up into her arms. She hugged her tightly.

“I’ve missed you so much. I can use the forge now!” Kaya informed her.

“No, you can’t be old enough for that, now can you?” Sasha asked Kaya.

“She is,” Lady Lisa Braus said.

Sasha put down Kaya and hugged her mother.

“I’ve missed you, my darling girl. Well, I suppose you're not a girl anymore but you will always be my little girl,” Sasha’s mom said as she smoothed out Sasha’s hair. She kissed her cheek.

“You are embarrassing her, Lisa,” Lord Artur Braus laughed.

Sasha pulled away from her mother and hugged her father. “I thought you had business to stay behind…”

Artur hugged her. He pulled back before shaking his head. “Lady Springer is holding down the land.I trust her to handle any problems that should arise in the next few days..”

House Springer was very close to House Braus. Though they were an even smaller house than House Braus.

“Lord Springer will be here for the feast but he will not depart until the morrow.”

Sasha nodded. “I’ve missed you all.”

“And we you. But you are bringing us such a great honor. I’m so proud to call you my daughter,” her mother grinned.

“Are we going to have to ask to see the forge?” Kaya asked.

“Yes, come. Lord Ackerman has given me permission to show you what I’ve been working on. But you mustn’t tell anyone.”

Sasha led her family to the forge.

—————- Annie was not thrilled about her father coming to the feast. Of course he had to come early. He wanted to observe her morning training sessions. He did not make it this morning, thankfully. Annie was not doing well again this morning. Mikasa’s sword came down on her shoulder.

Thankfully, it was wooden swords they trained with this morning.

Annie let out a shriek of rage.

“We can stop for a bit,” Mikasa encouraged.

“No.”

Mikasa nodded.

There was a rage in Annie this morning. It was making her sloppy.

It wasn’t even about Armin though that whittled away at her.

It was her father.

Her father pushed and pushed her. He didn’t want Annie to be Mikasa’s lady. He wanted her to immediately go into a squire position, for her to go to the capital.

Annie had no interest in that.

Did her father care?

No.

But as a smaller house under the Ackermans, he could not say no when Kenny requested Annie.

Annie was meant to be a weapon, no friends, no ties. Annie was still a weapon but now she had friends.

There were many nights she stayed up late with Mikasa and Sasha. They discussed the court gossip, their favorite stories of old, and raided Kuchel’s closets. Kuchel had been all too happy to share her dresses and jewelry with them. They had been much younger then, not even flowered.

As they grew, those nights began to shift and it had been far too long since they had a time like that. Sasha became more busy in the forge. Mikasa fell into her duties as heir and princess. Annie ran away to meet with Armin. Somehow, they had all drifted apart and that bothered Annie.

She caught Mikasa’s wooden sword and swiped the Princess’s legs out from under her. For anyone but Mikasa that would have moved would have ended up. But Mikasa knocked Annie to the ground, giving Mikasa time to get up.

Mikasa brought her sword up as she swiped towards Annie, Annie raised her sword, meeting Mikasa’s.

They would continue like this for hours.

Annie needed it. She needed to get her mind back on this.

Because this?

She could control. —----------

Grisha had never thought he’d be going back to war so soon.

Tyburs were going to move. He could feel it in his bones.

Valkyrja whined as she rested her head in his lap.

“It’s okay, old girl. I know. We’ve been through so much. Now…now we may have to do it again,” he reassured his wolf as he petted her head. “The problem is….we do not know when.”

“We didn’t know when they were going to steal Dina away. In fact, we didn’t know they were ever going to do it,” Kenny said as he entered the study. “Can you still see through her eyes?” Kenny motioned to Valkyrja.

Grisha scoffed, “I’m getting old and tired. Not useless.”

“Have you had this discussion with your boys?” Kenny lit his pipe.

“Does your nephew know you do magic with dragon fire? Has he even seen the pit?”

“Hobroti jās,” Kenny put his pipe into his mouth.

“Fuck off sounds much better in High Valyrian,” Grisha laughed.

Kenny took a drag from his pipe. “I forgot that I taught you that.”

“Have you ever thought about going back there?”

“To Valyria? You do remember that a massive volcano destroyed it? Before I was ever born. Just because it’s my ancestral home doesn't mean anything.”

“Yes, I’m aware but wasn’t that thousands of years ago?”

“Two thousand. It’s not even on a map anymore. They say it sank into the sea, as you well know.”

“Do you think it sank?”

Kenny inhaled deeply as he stared at Grisha. “I think the volcano erupted and destroyed the island.”

“But did it sink?” Grisha raised an eyebrow.

“I think if it exists, it would be overrun with wild dragons.”

“Do you think the Tyburs could find it?”

“It’s not on a map. Hasn’t been since it erupted. There’s nothing there but despair and wild dragons. If it hasn’t sunk into the sea.”

Grisha narrowed his eyes at Kenny.

Grisha didn’t believe for a moment that Kenny didn’t know where Valyria was. If things got too bad, maybe they could cut their losses and go there.

If nothing else, Grisha made a mental note to get Mikasa, Levi, Eren, and Zeke out. Send them out and make Kenny tell them how to get to Valyria. Take their friends and run. Because if they didn’t survive, at least the next generation could.

“I think we should have a drink,” Grisha announced as he stood up.

—-------------------------- Armin had been doing his duty of checking the grounds. The knights and guards all took shifts patrolling the grounds, double checking everything. Armin was finishing up, headed to the armory when he heard raised voices around the corner.

“Would it be so horrible if I married?!” Annie yelled.

“I did not raise you to be some lady that sits in the house all day. You will not be forced into a loveless marriage. You have been raised as a warrior and you will be a knight. As soon as that princess marries, this nonsense stops. Do you understand?” The man retorted.

Armin placed his back flat against the wall, not turning the corner.

“What if I loved him? Wouldn’t it be worth it for love?” Annie pleaded. “Why can I not be loved and a warrior?”

“Because love makes you weak. It is a distraction and an illusion. You are unmarried. Though you might be here in the Ackerman household, you are still my daughter and you will do as you're told. This nonsense stops now. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, father,” Annie said, defeated.

Armin heard the footsteps head in the opposite direction. He waited for a moment.

Then he heard a choked sob. He pushed off the wall, peering around the corner to see a sobbing Annie. She was crouched down, her head in her hands.

“Annie?” Armin asked.

She looked up, tears rolling down her face. “Go away, Armin.” She stood up. She wiped her tears off with the back of her hand.

Armin reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. Hesitantly, Armin held out to her.

Just as hesitantly, Annie took it from him. She blotted her eyes.

“It’s not embroidered as you can see. So you do not need to worry about returning it,” Armin informed her.

“Thank you,” she muttered.

“I’ll leave you to it,” he turned and began to walk away. He stopped and looked back over his shoulder. “Did you mean it? Do you love me?”

She looked down. “Does it matter?”

“No, not all,” he lied.

It took every ounce of willpower Armin had to walk away.

—----------------------------- There had to be at least one moment where Zeke and Mikasa spent some time together. If for nothing else to keep up appearances that Mikasa was being considered, even though those involved knew the truth. That is how Zeke, Levi, and Mikasa ended up in the library together.

Levi's eyes bounced between Zeke and Mikasa who were seated across from one another while Levi sat at the head of the table.

It had been silent for the last fifteen minutes.

The only sound was Zeke’s wolf chewing on her nails because apparently this was the time to do that.

Levi looked down at the beast who looked up at him.

“Do you have anything to say?” Levi muttered to Vivica.

The wolf went back to chewing on her nails.

“Why are your wolves so large?” Mikasa finally spoke.

“Truthfully? I do not know. I know they are not regular wolves. We’ve seen smaller wolves but none as big as these,” Zeke shrugged.

“Then where does your father get them from?” Levi asked as he watched the wolf.

“I…I don’t know that either,” Zeke confessed.

“Do you know anything about your household?”

“Truly? Not much. I know the war, the history but I don’t know where the wolves come from, why they are so large, or why they seem to understand us so well. “

“How can you not know? That seems like a rather important piece of your history,” Levi scoffed.

“I can’t turn into one if that’s what you’re asking.”

Levi pinched the bridge of his nose. “Who would ask you that? No one. I simply asked where they come from.”

Mikasa’s eyes began to follow whoever was speaking as the argument continued.

“Do you know exactly where your dragon came from?” Zeke scoffed.

“Yes! Seaflames laid a clutch of eggs. Mine is from there. She flew into the wild one day, returned, and had a clutch of eggs. I received one of them,” Levi explained.

“What happened to the others?” Zeke asked.

“They hatched as well and then flew off. I know where my dragon came from, just as Mikasa knows where hers came from. The only one who seems to not know where their companion came from is you.”

“I never thought about it,” Zeke confessed.

“What about when Eren was born?” Mikasa asked.

“I was six. I don’t remember much. I was more excited about having a brother than anything else. Vivica was excited as well. I tried to sleep outside his room,” Zeke confessed.

“He was born in the castle?” Levi asked.

Zeke nodded, “the war was still happening. The major fighting was done. My mother had been freed. Father locked down the castle as he dealt with rebels.”

“I remember. My mother flew back and forth, trying to control the rebels,” Levi replied.

Zeke nodded again.

“If your mother hadn’t been stolen, you and Eren would have been raised with us,” Levi noted.

Zeke snorted, “that would have been trouble. Imagine the four of us.”

“Cannot forget about House Braus and Leonhart,” Mikasa added.

“Or Arlert since they are Jaeger’s ally,” Zeke said.

“We would have burnt the whole castle down within the week,” Levi pinched the bridge of his nose again. “And I would have been blamed because I am the oldest.”

Zeke and Mikasa started to laugh.

“I take it back. I do not want to imagine any of that,” Levi confessed.

“So even with the eleven year age difference you were raised together?” Zeke asked.

“For the most part. I watched over Mikasa. Taught her how to fight when the time came. She’s always been more like a little sister to me than a cousin,” Levi confessed.

“So you do love me,” Mikasa teased.

“Quiet you.”

Zeke laughed at them.

————————————— Once Mikasa had returned to her room to freshen up before dinner, she found Annie sitting on her bed.

“What’s wrong?” Mikasa asked as she sat down next to her.

“My father is here. He was just….he became too much. I retreated here. I’m sorry. I know I’m not supposed to be in your room anymore without you since….”

“Annie, you’re welcome in my room, especially when I am not here. What was he on about this?”

“Knighthood, what else?” Annie scoffed as she looked down at her hands. “As soon as you’re married, I am to try and join the royal guard.”

“Well it is a good thing that I am not marrying any time soon then isn’t it? I suppose you will be dining with him tonight then?”

Annie nodded, “I cannot avoid him forever. Sasha’s family has also arrived.”

“You can always bring him to dine with me.”

Annie shook her head. “I’ll be fine. I just needed to get my head on straight. Armin found me after and I was crying. I don’t ever cry and now that’s all I seem to do. I suppose it is because everything is changing. I do not know if I can bring the glory my father wants for me. I do not know if I truly loved Armin. Even though you say you are not marrying any time soon, I cannot count on being your lady forever.” Annie stood up from the bed. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

Mikasa shook her head.

“Then I suppose I should go see my father.”

———————— The larger longer table had returned as the minor houses joined them. Even though the feast was not for a few days, most of the houses had arrived. Most of them sat at tables of their own.

This time, the chairs were only on one side of the table.

Grisha sat in the middle in a grand chair that was a makeshift throne. His wives on either side of him, their respective children on either side of them. Then the Ackermans were divided.  Mikasa was seated next to Zeke and Levi next to her.

Kuchel and Kenny sat in that order next to Eren.

Eren would have much preferred Mikasa to sit next to him. He hoped she didn’t hold it against him how little they had seen of each other these few days. He found Jean sitting with Armin and his family. The Arlerts had arrived right before dinner.

It was hard for Eren to understand why he was so mad at what had happened. He had been justified in his reaction.

Getting called a bastard day in and day out became old rather quickly. He had never thought that someone who he sometimes considered a friend would say that to him. It shouldn’t have bothered him but it did.

He sighed as he pushed his food around his plate. His appetite was low again today. If Fenrir would have been here, at least the food wouldn’t have gone to waste. Sadly the wolf was up in the room he was staying in. Probably taking a nap.

It was then that Eren decided that he would go to bed early tonight.

————— The worst scars for Dina were not the ones that were visible. They were the scars in her head. Remembering over and over the details of her time with Fritz family.

She could feel the brand they had put on her sizzling the skin on her back. Smell the smells of the sizzling flesh. All she could think was please do not let this hurt my baby. Do not let this end my baby before they are born.

Being pregnant was the only thing that got Dina through those days. The cell, no, it was more like a cage she was in also haunted her. The space was too small, too cramped. It was too much.

Immediately, she was back there. The real world wasn’t real. It was all a pretty lie in her head. She had never left it.

Zeke was gone.

What had happened to him?

Why wasn’t she….

“DINA!” Carla’s scream woke Dina from her nightmare.

Another nightmare.

Her wolf Rosemary was staring down at her as Rosemary was standing over her. Seeing as now the threat was over, Rosemary jumped off the bed and settled on the floor with the other two wolves.

Her body was sticky with sweat, her breath faster than it should have been. Carla was standing next to Dina’s side of the bed. Grisha was sitting up in the middle. They had both been clearly trying to wake her up. A few candles had been lit.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized as she looked down.

“Do not apologize,” Grisha commanded.

“I’ll go see if I can find a servant downstairs. If not, I’ll raid the kitchen for some tea for you,” Carla left the room.

Dina could feel Grisha’s eyes on her. “I am sorry. I do not mean to..”

Grisha crushed her body to his in a loving embrace. “It is not the first time and even though I would like it to be, I do not think it shall be the last.”

Dina inhaled his scent as he settled into his embrace.

“You survived, Dina. You’re free. I won’t lose you again, I promise.”

Tears fell from Dina’s eyes.

How was supposed to tell him it was moments like these that made her wish she hadn’t survived? —-------- Vivica kept whining as she pushed her muzzle against Zeke.

“Vivica….go to sleep,” Zeke muttered as he turned over in bed.

Vivica did not go to sleep. She sat, waiting. —-------------- Cold and death.

That’s all that existed in this dream.

Cold, heartless blue eyes were locked on Eren. Yet he continued to fly, high and higher into the sky.

The sound of crackling ice…no.

It wasn’t ice. It was one of these things speaking.

Eren flapped his wings harder and harder, rising higher and higher into the sky.

Death was coming.

Eren shot up in bed.

He was sweating but freezing at the same time. He had had a nightmare but what was the dream about? Why couldn’t he remember? What had scared him so much?

Fenrir was next to him in bed.

The wolf whined.

What had happened in that dream enough to get Fenrir that upset? —--- Vivica would not stop whining.

Zeke could not sleep.

She wouldn’t let him.

Zeke became very irritated and just as he was about to yell at her, he heard something break in the sitting room.

He grabbed his sword from beside the bed.

Gripping it, he opened the door. Eren was stumbling around to the table. He had clearly tripped over the stack of books Zeke had borrowed from the library.  Zeke lowered his sword.

“What are you doing?” Zeke asked his younger brother.

The flames flickered in the lamps. The candles burning low.

“Had a strange dream,” Eren muttered as he looked down at the table.

“The wolf dreams again? Where you feel like you’re looking through Fenrir’s eyes? I thought those stopped,” Zeke said as he sat down at the table. He put the sword down.

“They did. This one….I don’t remember it. I just woke up in a panic. Had one yesterday too. It’s probably nothing.”

“I’ve had those as well.” “Do you ever think it has something to do with the rumors of what we are?”

Zeke raised an eyebrow, “do you think we can turn into our wolves?”

Eren shrugged.

“Levi asked me where the wolves came from,” Zeke confessed.

“Did you tell him?”

“No, I told him I didn’t know. How was I supposed to tell him that we go out to this strange woods and then the wolves just show up? Or that Valkyrja is as old as father. I can’t explain the lengthy lifetime the wolves have because I don’t understand it myself.”

“Father never explained it to you either?”

Zeke scoffed, “when has Father ever explained anything to either of us?”

Eren snorted a laugh. “You marrying Mikasa.”

“Oh. Right. How could I possibly forget? He wanted me to secure an alliance with the Azumabito family. The only thing he’s ever explained to us is something for his benefit.”

“Do you think our mothers’ know?”

Zeke shrugged, “not sure. We should ask him once we talk about why we need that alliance so badly. “

Eren yawned.

“Go back to bed, little brother,” Zeke said as he stood up, picking up his sword.

“Zeke?”

“Hmm?”

“When you become king, we will still be brothers and you will still tell me everything?” Eren asked.

“If I become king, you will be my greatest ally, Eren. Never forget that. Now, go back to sleep.”

Eren nodded as he stood up.

—-------------------

They had very little sleep.  Eren and Zeke were out on the training field, working off their lack of sleep and aggression.

Grisha sat in the stands watching his sons battle one another.

Eren’s moves were pure aggression, while Zeke was more defensive. The two were two sides of the same  coin. That’s the way the boys had always been.

Sometimes, it didn’t even feel like there were six years between them. Maybe that was because of the circumstances they had been born into. The one thing that Grisha could be thankful for was that Zeke had been before outside of that cage.

He could still see himself rushing the Red Keep in the capital, running to cells. Dina had already gone into labor.

Seaflames was roaring at the top of her lungs.

He slaughtered every person between him and his wife. What he didn’t take out, Kuchel and Kenny took care of. Levi was home in the arms of the Arlerts, protecting the land that was ruled by both the Ackermans and the Jaegers.

Then Eren was born amidst the ongoing rebellion against the houses that had once been loyal to House Fritz.

Another war.

He had never wanted to fight so many wars.

It was ironic to him that he had shed so much blood to give his children a chance to rule, neither of them wanted it.

Grisha, Dina, and Carla had talked about having more kids. Carla did nothing to prevent it. Dina simply couldn’t have anymore. Yet they had not been blessed with a third child. It was true that Carla could have another one, even now.

As if they knew Grisha had been thinking of them, Carla and Dina strolled onto the training field, their wolves trailing behind them.

—-----

On the third story of the castle, there was a large window that overlooked the gardens. Mikasa liked to come here and read. Kayda would often fly by with the other dragons.

With her book in hand, Mikasa reached the window.

Grisha Jaeger was standing in the window, looking out at the garden. His trusty wolf was by his side.

“I beg your pardon, Your Grace.I did not know you were here,” Mikasa apologized, clutching her book.

Grisha held up his hand, shaking his head. “I am just reminiscing over my time here as a young lad.”

“Did you spend a lot of time here, Your Grace?”

Grisha nodded, “The Ackermans and Jaegers were the two major Houses in the North for a time. Kenny and I would go back and forth between the two Houses, along with your father. I miss the North.”

“You’re always welcome, Your Grace,” Mikasa smiled.

“I told you that there was no need for formality. I should also apologize for trying to push my oldest son on you, Princess Mikasa. I married for love and my children should do the same. I suppose part of it was how much I enjoyed my youth here with your family. I thought if nothing else, there would be friendship there between my oldest son and you. But now, it seems there is friendship between my youngest and you. I am grateful for making this trip for nothing more than that. Eren is foolhardy. He gets himself in more trouble than anyone else I know. That includes Kenny,” Grisha chuckled. “He could use someone like you in his life. He puts his whole heart into everything he does and he’ll do the same with your friendship.”

Mikasa found herself blushing, though she did not know why. “I could use a friend like him too. And please, call me Mikasa.”

Grisha smiled at her, “good. I hope when you come to the capital, that friendship will continue. I suppose I should go find my wives. They were helping Kuchel with some of the last preparations for the feast. Come, Valkyrja.” Grisha and his wolf departed.

Mikasa settled down into the comfortable chair that was in front of the window with her book. She tried to ignore the fact she still wasn’t sure what that blush had been about.

[chaoticor]

a collection of headcanons !!

i. natsu is actually very good at taking care of his possessions. his scarf being the main example of it, but it bleeds into the other things he owns. job souvenirs or physical payments, gifts, clothes, furniture — if he owns it, he’s careful with it.

ii. this extends of course to his mcl. he has a Bloom, to support Max and Warren of course and his is red. he went out and spent some extra jewel on the case of the mcl for extra protectiveness and so far, he’s had the exact same mcl this entire time. it doesn’t even have a scratch on it. 

iii. when he was younger, he played a lot with lisanna and levy and often times, they would play ‘house’. one event that happened frequently was lisanna and levy would switch who his wife was (when they weren’t married to each other) and this joke has extended somewhat to the present. once he caught up with the two, lisanna joked that her and levy’s names in his phone should be wife 1 and wife 2. and so, they are.

iv. with lisanna, he took a ‘famous mage boyfriend’ quiz. he will NOT reveal that result. lisanna also took pity on him and let him take the girlfriend one. he got jenny realight for that one.

v. his favorite colors are red, black, silver and brown.

vi. he genuinely does not know what made igneel a dragon king, nor did igneel really explain dragon politics to him BUT natsu thinks its a cool title anyway for igneel. with igneel dead before his eyes now, natsu has been trying to come to terms with it...at the very least he no longer looks for igneel everywhere.

[tidaleidolon]

@phoenixsummon  

The dragon god was not used to many visitors to his temple on the sunny shores of the island he’d chosen to create it at. It was a warm place and he’d left most of his temple’s roof open to let in the fresh sea air and at this time of day the sunlight to warm the delicately carved sandstone walls. His was a place of both simplicity and grandeur at the same time. When the sea god realized he had company approaching though he rose from his huge nest of pillows near the back of the main chamber and shook his body out scales and fur alike as he made his way out into the soft sand. Once the sun goddess arrived he did her the honor of taking his human form bowing reverently to the other. “It is a pleasant morning when the beauty of all the rays of sunlight and its warmth come to bless my little island. What a joy it is to see you highness.”

Levi was dressed in simple white silks decorated with bands of the varying colors that made up his dragon form. Bits of purple, pink, and yellow adding color in just the right places in just the same way his hair did. The long white tresses flew free at the moment stripped with the same colors in places. Bright blue eyes took in the form of the fire bird with kindness and compassion for his fellow god. As he moved to greet her the mass of shell jewelry he wore on his person clinked about almost like wind chimes. “It’s been such a long time since I was graced with your presence your ladyship.”

[sinnamonrolle]

Headcanons: Endearments [Obey Me!]

❀  gender neutral  ❀

! slight spoilers for Belphegor and Solomon !

I was thinking about this for a while, and I really want to share it with everyone else too.

These are gender neutral terms of endearment! And no matter how big you might be, you'll always be their lovely little human being ;)

Here are my headcanons for the terms of endearment from all 12 characters, including my reasoning for them! I had fun thinking about them.

Demon Brothers:

Lucifer

"Vesper", with variations such as "little Vesper" or "my little Vesper"

Lucifer means "Morning Star", and so after some digging online, there's actually a name for the "Evening Star'' as well, which is Vesper. Lucifer and Vesper both refer to the planet Venus, and so the reasoning behind why Lucifer would call you "Vesper'' is because he sees you as his other half, the other side of him. Together, you and him make up the brightest star in the sky.

I suppose it is more of a nickname than a term of endearment, but it's all the same. It's filled with love and adoration for you! No matter the time or place, he will always call you "Vesper" because it is also how he shows his pride in you, but he uses "darling" just as much. Leave it to him to call you his "darling Vesper."

Mammon

"Fortune", "little fortune", "my little fortune"

When you hear Mammon, of course you will think about money and physical possessions. The word "fortune" can be understood as related to the amount of owned assets, but also related to luck, chance, and destiny. So, to Mammon, you are his everything—his human, his wealth, his future. You are priceless in every way, and he’s so lucky, so fortunate to have you.

The endearment “little fortune” comes about accidentally. Mammon blurts it out one day, and he hurries to correct himself because “wait, wait, wait, I didn’t mean little fortune as in the amount because ya ain’t small at all. You’re really big—agh, that’s not what I mean! It sounds cute, okay! Little or big, it doesn’t matter. I won’t ever spend you.”

Leviathan

“Pearl”, “Henry”

I think we all know where “Henry” comes from, but what about “pearl”? Firstly, pearls are from the sea, which Leviathan is strongly related with. Leviathan himself has reptilian features—his snake-like tail, his birthmarks that resemble scales, his coral-like horns—in fact, Leviathan is known as a sea serpent. Pearls are treasures of the sea, and they are extremely beautiful as well. But there is also another connection you can make, this time with East Asian mythology. In East Asian mythology, dragons are often related to the sea, even residing in them. They are long, serpentine, wingless, but they still have two arms and two legs. They also are often depicted with a pearl, and this pearl is very, very important to the dragon. Seeing as Obey Me is a Japanese game, I think connecting Levi with an East Asian dragon isn’t too big of a stretch. Actually, there are many similarities, but there’s no need to dig into it today.

You know how Leviathan is. It will take Levi a long time before he begins using terms of endearment with you because of his insecurity. However, once he feels confident enough in using them, he’s super dramatic (and low-key romantic) with them. He’s watched enough anime and played enough games to know many terms, but is he able to use them? It’ll depend on how comfortable and confident he feels.

Satan

“Precious”, “beloved”, (and of course) “kitten”

Satan is extremely well read. This means that his arsenal is particularly wide. “Kitten” is a term that many of us may find familiar, and understandably so. We all know Satan’s love for cats. But I think Satan, as a being who is born from emotions, is more sensitive to them than others, and they make up an important part of him. Which is why, despite his large arsenal of endearments, he uses the “simpler” ones, but the ones that he does use, there’s a lot of emotions behind them. You are simply precious to him, and the most befitting endearment for it would be “precious”. There is nothing sweeter than a pure “beloved” filled only with love for you.

Asmodeus

“Treasure”, “jewel”, “my love”

If Asmo is the jewel of heaven, then you are the “treasure” of his life. You are as beautiful as a “jewel”, and you reflect the light like a “jewel” as well. The love they show you is reflected back twice as strong. For Asmo, his endearments for you don't come from the physical value behind them. In fact, Asmo himself doesn’t care for treasures or jewels, but out of them all, you are his “treasure”, his “jewel”, his “love”. He puts you equivalent (or maybe even higher) than himself, and he wants to show it to you not only through actions, but words as well.

Beelzebub

“Pudding” (and perhaps, other cute food endearments)

We all know how much Beel loves food, and we all know how much Beel loves his family, and so it’s almost obvious why Beel calls you “pudding.” As a human, you are squishy, squishier than demons, and you are also delicious looking. You smell good, you look good, and the comfort that food brings to Beel is equivalent if not greater than how you soothe and comfort him.

Although, while Beel loves calling you cute endearments, it makes him hungry, so he has to hold back on them. I guess that means more endearments when he’s full, but when he has to cope with his hunger and there’s no food around, Beel calls you by a wonderful amount of endearments. You do have to be careful though! He might decide to sample you. (In what ways? Who knows, heh.)

Belphegor

“My little sun”, “little sun”

He doesn’t call you his “little sun” because you are little, but because Beel is his bigger sun. Beel was in his life first, and then you came. But the order doesn’t really matter to Belphie because you are still a very important sun to him. In the twins’ bedroom, Beel has a sun motif on his side, and Belphie has a moon motif. Belphie is more comfortable with the darkness (literally and figuratively), so to him, you are his light that shines through and guides him to a better place. You are everything that he needs to survive.

Belphie’s trauma has affected him greatly, even if it doesn’t seem like it. So it takes a long time until he gets really attached to you, but when he does, he can’t live without you. Calling you his little sun is placing you in his heart, at the same level as Beel (Or perhaps even higher).

Other Demons:

Diavolo

“Little gold nugget”, “gold nugget”, “nugget”, “little nugget”

Contrary to how it may first sound, “little gold nugget” isn’t to diminish your value or your worth. To Diavolo, who probably has a low-key obsession with gold, “little gold nugget” is super adorable. He’s also never really been called an endearment before, nor has he ever called someone by one, so this is all new territory to him. Also, as a future king and a prince, everyone is important to him as his citizens. Diavolo is the king above all nuggets, but you in particular are his “little gold nugget.” He also wants you to call him by an endearment, a term only used for him, but that is something for you to decide on.

Barbatos

The closest thing to an endearment would be “Your Grace” for Barbatos. “Puffling”, if you can get him drunk enough (I’m somewhat joking here).

If you’re expecting something else, I’m afraid Barbatos is too polite, too cautious to simply throw around the usual terms of endearment. In fact, I think from the way Barbatos is, he turns a way of addressing nobility into an endearment for you only. However, if you do manage to worm an endearment out of him, he will jokingly call you a “puffling” after baby puffins. I think he finds them adorable, but it isn’t a serious endearment. Barbatos won’t be caught dead calling you a “puffling”—not because he doesn't want to—but because it’s not at all appropriate. He has an image to keep.

Angels:

Simeon

“Little sparrow”, “little droplet”, “little lamb”

“Little lamb” is a familiar term, and “little sparrow” is also something Simeon calls you. A sparrow represents many wonderful things, like joy, love, good fortune, luck, and so on, and Simeon considers you every one of those things and more. Like sparrows, droplets are also fragile—ephemeral in their lives. Droplets fall and disappear so easily. But droplets also signify uniqueness in that one droplet is separated from other collections of water. To Simeon, you stand out among others. You are wonderful, joyful, full of life, and so, so beautiful.

Luke

“Lamb” (perhaps “lambling”? I’m really unsure.)

He means it in a platonic way!! Like a guardian angel to a baby human, except that baby human is you.

We all see Luke as a child, but Luke, in this case, doesn’t see himself as one. He’s way, way older than you, and so while he is still immature among other angels, he’s lived way longer than you have. It might seem weird to have him call you an endearment, but you are a lamb in his eyes—pure, kind, gentle. You are someone who must be protected! And so while Luke doesn’t use endearments too much with you, he will use it when he’s feeling a little playful or dramatic. He prefers your own name because he loves how it sounds.

Human:

Solomon

“Little star”, “breadcrumbs” (as a joke)

Solomon has lived for who knows how long. As a human who has lived for that long, his mentality towards certain things might be a bit different from a regular human. Attachment is difficult for him due to his lifespan, and this is reflected in his attitude. Many people are fleeting in his life. The mundane becomes hard to appreciate after so long. Even memories erode after a lifetime. There is no particularly heavy sentiment behind “little star”, but he has begun to consider you as a part of his destiny, a star in the constellation of his life. And like a star, you appear so far away from him, so unapproachable due to how you are always surrounded by others. He can only appreciate you from afar, until you let him close.

“Breadcrumbs” is a lighthearted endearment that he once heard somewhere in the human world. When he calls you “breadcrumbs”, he doesn’t mean anything at all by it, only that it sounds absolutely ridiculous but also so adorable at the same time. It’s an amusing endearment he heard in his long, long life. “It’s the joy in the little things, and breadcrumbs are exactly that—little things,” Solomon will say, but no need to take him seriously. You will always be the star twinkling brightly in his life.

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Feel free to add what you think the characters would use as terms of endearment! I wanted something special for each character, so that's why this post was made lol

(If there are any errors, I will catch them sooner or later. Please, don't mind them.)

Masterlist!

[demonicheadcanons]

hey, hi, I just read a thing you wrote about the golden trio reacting to the m/c having a kid that looks and acts like them, would it be okay to ask if you could do that but with mammon, leviathan and belphie please ?

AN: I’m honestly amazed anyone really paid attention to that request, I didn’t do a very good job of it. Nonetheless, let’s get to it! Sorry for taking so long with this <3

Previous request is here if anyone’s curious!

Reminder: The kid looks and acts like the brothers, but is not their child.

Mammon

- You had already been told Mammon would be the one to take care of you when you were able to explain to Diavolo that you had a kid and you couldn’t just leave them alone.

- The second he summons your kid, everyone in the room freezes. Asmo starts cackling, and Lucifer’s face has gone dark. Before you can ask for an explanation, you get one; Mammon storms into the room and doesn’t notice the child clinging to your legs until he’s leaning over you and yelling about something or other.

- He locks eyes with your kid and goes as still as a statue. The little one has fluffy white hair, just like him, and they’re glaring up at him with big blue eyes as they tug at you to pull you away from him. He looks up at Lucifer, pleading for him to help in some way, and Lucifer glares back coldly.

- Mammon is quiet when he escorts you and the kid back to the House of Lamentation. Your child keeps pulling faces at him and trying to pull you away, forcing you to keep a distance from Mammon. He glares back at them and sticks out his tongue, and you catch him just in time.

- “Don’t be like that. They’re not your kid,” you sigh. “Of course they’re going to be wary of you, we’ve just been pulled from our home down here with no explanation and threatened for not being happy about it.”

- Mammon softens up after that. He doesn’t abandon you so quickly and is more reliably by your side. He also ends up teaming up with your child; they have a plan to keep you from getting close to any of the other brothers, so that you’ll have more time to spend with the two of them.

- Its quite cute, really - the two of them end up spending a lot of their time together. You’ve walked in multiple times to find the two asleep, your kid leaning against Mammon as he keeps an arm around them protectively, even in his sleep.

- Overall, Mammon is wary at first but quickly befriends your kid, and by Diavolo is he going to stick up for them. No one even gets the chance to touch a hair on their head before he’s there and protecting them with his wings. His crows keep an eye on them at all times. If someone insults them... well, they won’t in future. No one has even seen Mammon quite so threatening, except when he was sticking up for his brothers.

- Bonus: The two have a sort of dragon’s hoard stashed away, with gems, coins, etc. Mammon finds that he doesn’t want to spend as much as he wants to hoard it, now, and so many people give your kid gifts and such or don’t suspect that they’re the one going around the house and taking little trinkets and such to bring back to Mammon.

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Leviathan

- Listen. The last thing he was expecting when he confronted Mammon about stealing was to catch sight of this nervous little kid hiding firmly behind you, only glancing out at him once before burying their face into the back of your legs and staying there. They seem flustered when you pick them up and hold them tight against your chest, glaring at Levi hard enough that he almost feels guilty.

- He gets distracted and Mammon runs off as usual, leaving Levi to clear things up - no one knew if it was his kid or not, but it probably wasn’t. Still, Mammon wasn’t getting involved in any family drama like that. Levi could deal with it himself, and if it meant he’d spend less time berating Mammon, that was a bonus.

- As soon as you go up to his room, your kid is in a trance - they look around at the walls, almost forgetting to be so shy and nervous, and when Levi starts info-dumping (more polite than in the game - he still calls you a normie, but he isn’t quite so insulting about it) they’re fixated on him, paying attention to his every last word. Thankfully he has half a mind to censor himself as he speaks, although at times you still feel like clamping your hands over your kid’s ears, just in case.

- Your child asks for you to put them down, and you do so hesitantly, allowing them to rush over and admire Henry, as well as Levi’s computer set up. Levi quietly explains things to them, his face quite red as they listen excitedly from behind their hands.

- This happens often. Your kid is shy around everyone else, but when they’re with Levi they quickly open up. The two of them talked so much around each other, and so little around everyone else, that you found yourself seeking Levi out quite often - it was a good opportunity for the two of them to be able to chat and bond with someone in person.

- This came with sacrifices. You had to monitor them a lot, but it meant you were able to get close to Levi. Still, he wasn’t quite used to knowing what was and wasn’t appropriate to be said around a child - you perfected your ‘stop-that-right-now’ glare within the first week, and it solved that problem mostly.

- Overall, Levi bonds quickly with your kid over mutual interests in gaming and sea creatures! However, he will quickly lead them down the path of the otaku if you don’t intervene and have the two go outside regularly with you. He treats them a lot like a younger sibling, and unless you try to start a different kind of relationship with him, Levi will likely grow to view you as a sibling figure as well.

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Belphegor

Spoilers for lesson 15/16

- You show up to the attic and he’s there, waiting. He’d heard about your kid but he hadn’t seen them, didn’t know how similar they looked to him. He’s startled when they’re the first one to tap against the bars of his cage, yawning as they tiredly look in at him.

- He stumbles through his usual excuses but keeps an eye on them the entire time as they gesture for you  to lift them and fall asleep against your shoulder, snuggling in closer as you pat and rub their back comfortingly. Belphie almost feels jealous.

- He doesn’t really get to see them much until he escapes, and even then he keeps a distance. He knows what he has to do, but even then its not enough - once he’s in the position to attack you, as payback for Lilith, he freezes up. How would your kid feel? Would they feel just as broken hearted as he did, if he went through with this?

- Ultimately, he still goes through with it, but he’s almost glad when you’re revived. After that, he works towards repaying you, for making up for what he’s done. You’re wary at first, not allowing him near your child in case he decided to harm them, but eventually you realise he has no intention to. With Beel around, just in case anything went wrong, Belphie’s allowed to try and befriend them.

- He does so quickly - they both have quite rude and direct personalities, and they can sling childish insults back and forth for long periods of time without getting bored or letting up. As well as that, nap time becomes a team effort - Belphie even lets your kid share his special cow-print pillow so long as they don’t wake him up, and you’ll often find the two together in the attic napping in piles of pillows and blankets.

- Overall? It takes him a lot of time, but the similar personalities means he’s able to easily bond with your kid. Whether they’re causing mischief or just napping, they can nearly always be found together, and he treats them as his own child. Some of the other brothers honestly dread having them around, though, because they’ve gotten far too good at pulling pranks and getting away with it by being too cute to get angry at.

- Bonus: They’re common greeting is sticking their tongues out and pulling silly faces at each other. They act like they’re not close sometimes, but they can’t deny it for long - your kid really might as well just be Belphie’s, they’re practically attached at the hip, you won’t find one without the other.

[moeruhoshi]

Lucy sighed as she let her hair out of her tight bun, groaning and falling to sit on her couch.

The day has been filled with meeting after meeting, hours of sitting in a chair placed in the corner of the room.

Her father insisted that she take part in every one, otherwise how was she supposed to know how a company was run?

Between that and private tutor sessions that lasted all morning, she was tuckered out.

She kicked off her heels and unbuttoned the top of her shirt, feeling fatigue claim her body.

Lucy wasn't sure she could go on like this much longer, but her father wasn't keen on giving her breaks. The only time she got was the few hours for sleep alone in her apartment. There were no weekends, no sunshine, no amusement.

The gray colorscheme of this life was never the one she wanted. The money, the business, it meant nothing to her.

But where was she going to go? Without her father, she had nothing. There was nothing for her outside of this world, he made sure of that. His business would be succeeded, that was the only care he had.

Another groan passed through her lips as a heavy knock fell on her door. The ache in her legs carried her to answer it, assuming Jude sent a secretary to deliver papers for the next day.

She opened the door with a polite smile, her breath quickly stolen as they made eye contact.

"Hey, Luce," The thick, burly, voice of the man who stood before her sunk into her bones like a well-lit fire. He stood with his hands in his pockets, that familiar white scarf, and his hansomly wide grin. "It took me a while to find ya, sorry I'm late,"

"Natsu," His name was so distant on her tongue, like a dream she had when she was younger.

It felt like that at times, her world before she was forcefully yanked out of it.

She had friends, happiness, a real life any teenager would want.

Every day was eventful, always different and full of laughs. They did everything together, the whole gang inseparable. They were her first real family.

Levy, Erza, Gray, Gajeel, Juvia, and...Natsu. He was more than a friend, and it was too late by the time she realized it.

They were closer than close, together whenever they could be. She remembered the nights where he snuck into her room, bringing in junk food and video games that her father would never allow through the front door.

They called each other if they couldn't meet up, texted in the middle of class when the teacher wasn't looking. She tutored him in the classes he nearly failed, had her maids sneak her into the kitchen so she could make him lunch. She snuck out of the house to meet him, Natsu taking her around every inch of town. They even saved a stray kitten together, his fur an odd blue shade.

When they held hands, hugged, or he slung his arm around ger shoulders, it just felt right. His whole presence seemed to light up her life, warmed her to the center of her soul.

She lost him, them all, when Jude caught the two kissing on the front porch.

They had been out the whole day, on a picnic and watching the cherry blossoms fall. She made a big lunch with Virgo, packed with Natsu’s favorite things. She always loved the way he got so excited over the things she cooked for him.

It was a day like any other, as they spent so many of them together. But his demeanor seemed off when they got to her front door that night. Suddenly he was shy and quiet, blushing and fidgeting.

His words kept getting jumbled and tugged on his scarf at least a hundred times.

In the end, he settled his confession with an abrupt kiss. His hands wrapped around her waist, the sudden movement making her drop the basket.

And for a first kiss, it was a pleasant embrace. His lips were soft and adorable, puckered against her own. Her eyes closed, a dream-like feeling overwhelming her. Maybe that's when reality took its rightful place, maybe it was always just a dream.

Jude opened the door, yelling at Natsu to let her go. He pulled the pink-haired boy off of her, angrily punching him in the nose.

Lucy screamed as she was dragged inside, not able to make sure Natsu was okay.

Her father had him thrown off the property, barring him or anyone else she knew from coming back.

He moved them out of Magnolia before she knew it, before the school year was over, before she could say goodbye.

And just because of a kiss? Surely that was an overreaction for any parent, but this was a special case.

Natsu came from a jaded family, the Dragneels known for their very shady business dealings. His two older brothers stood by his father's side, and ran things on the street. Though no one could ever prove what they were really doing.

A Dragneel would never be good enough for a Heartfilia, he made sure to drill that in her head.

A scandal with that seedy family could mean ruin, it was already bad enough that he allowed them to be friends.

"Natsu," She said again, his name filling up her heart. It took away her soreness, blew away the dark clouds that shrouded her life. His wide spread grin made butterflies rise in her stomach; she never realized how much she missed this feeling.

"Natsu..." He closed the door as he stepped inside, wrapping her up in his arms.

When was the last time she felt so relaxed? Those few years ago when he kissed her, she assumed.

"You still smell so good," He mumbled into her hair, nuzzling his nose against her cheek.

"I missed you so much," She teared up slightly, giggling as he lifted her off her feet and walked them further into her home.

"I missed you too," They both laughed as they fell onto the couch, still tangled in each other's arms.

"What's with the suit?" She asked, smirking as he rolled his eyes.

"Really? Thats your first question? Not how I am or anything normal, weirdo?"

"You always wore hoodies and jeans, don't blame me," She smacked his arm with a small pout.

"It's for work, okay? Duh," He sighed. "Dad insists that I gotta look nice."

"It looks nice on you," She pulled playfully on his tie, Natsu leaning his forehead against hers.

"Its like you never left," He groaned. "Dammit, Luce, its like you never left,"

"I never wanted to leave you," His hands held her face, thumbs rubbing calm circles on her cheek.

"Everyone's been worried sick since, you never called,"

"Father tracks my phone bill," Her chuckle was fitted with annoyance, her fist slightly balled up. "I wanted to,"

"Damn bastard, he's lucky my nose healed," Lucy giggled as he looked away, the blonde gently kissing the ridge.

"What took you so long?" Her lips felt tingly, Natsu's eyes boring into her, as if he could see her soul.

"I had a lot to do before I could come get ya," His voice was suddenly a bit rough, his hands a bit more steady. "I'll take you away, I promised myself I'd come save ya,"

"Really?" Her heart clenched as he nodded, both of them leaning forward.

"I never got to hear what you thought of my kiss," She gulped as he now spoke in a husky whisper. "Do you remember it?"

"Mhm," She felt smothered in a pool of honey, all of her previous worries vanishing with each passing second. Had it felt like this the first time? She only remembered the pain of watching the bloodied Natsu being dragged away by their security team.

Their kiss was gentle at first, like an old memory rising from the dirt of the past. Natsu laid back against the couch, pulling her along with him. His hands stayed cupped on her face, their lips moving in slight sync.

It was a warm embrace that grew as their hunger for more was ignited.

Their kisses became deeper, their hands began to wander and explore each other.

He pulled her tongue into his mouth along with a soft moan, his hands fondling her hips.

"No one taught you how to kiss, right?" Natsu grumbled as he pulled away for a brief moment.

"You're my first and only kiss," Lucy let out a happy gasp as Natsu flipped them over, a slobbering kiss pressed against her cheek.

"Damn right I am," She rolled her eyes and bit her lip as he began to unbutton his shirt, revealing a dragon tattoo that wrapped around his torso.

"I wanna be sure, Luce," She frowned as he stopped at the last button. "I know I showed up outta the blue, but you know what I want. So if you can't come with me, I'll understand. Just know that I'm gonna give you the whole fucking world if you do. I fuckin' love you,"

"You're my soulmate," He purred happily, grinning his signature grin as she began to unbutton her own shirt. "Take me wherever you want, Natsu,"

[levicarter]

No trigger warnings and only ~2,000 words? Wow, Levi is already the good muse confirmed. Anyway, without further ado....

Basics

Name: Leviticus “Levi” Carter Age: 45 Gender and Pronouns:  Man (He/His) Sexuality: Honestly still waiting to figure out the specifics because I haven’t gotten to play him in a group setting long enough to learn it, unfortunately, but I’ve legit never written a straight muse so he’s probably bi because every attempt I make to have a token straight muse fails horrifically. Birthdate: May 11th 1976 Birthplace: Lebanon, Kentucky (that looked like the closest hospital to Holy Cross on Google Maps at least) Zodiac: Taurus Height: 6’4” Group: Local Relationship Status: Married to Abigail Carter Occupation: High School Chemistry Teacher

Education: Master Degree in Chemistry, Bachelors in Education Country of Citizenship: United States Languages Spoken: English

Illnesses, Disabilities, and Other Health Things to Note:

Nothing to note as of now. I will update if I think of anything, or anything changes

Biography.

By all accounts Leviticus Carter, or Levi as he prefers to be called, has always considered himself lucky. He grew up with two parents, who loved him, and always tried their best to provide the best life they could for him. He met the love of his life in high school before going to Boston University. He got the job of his dreams in his hometown, got married, and then had four children. He had the white picket fence his parents always dreamed of for him, everything should have been perfect - or at least as perfect as life could go. Sure, sometimes he argued with his wife, or something went wrong and they needed to handle it, but even those imperfections felt perfectly imperfect to him. He wouldn’t have changed his life, his students putting him through the ringer, the stresses of children and mortgages and trying to provide the best possible life for his family.

At first Levi actually wanted to try to be welcoming to their new neighbors in Holy Cross. After all, his mother always taught him to try to be accepting - something that occasionally felt like a feat in this small town. But there was something off about them, uncomfortable, and so he tries to keep his distance. He doesn’t say anything directly to them, of course, that’d just be asking for problems, but he stays clear and hopes that nobody asks him for his opinion. Because honestly? He has no idea what he’d say.

Personality.

Social Standing in Town/Reputation:  It probably depends on the person to be entirely honest. Levi is, on average, an extremely calm presence to be around though. He doesn’t stir up trouble (he actively avoids doing so unless he’s extremely passionate about an issue), and tries for the most part to just slide under the radar. Anyone who was formerly in his classes, however, know that he’s an excellent teacher He knows his students - what they need to succeed, what tools he needs to provide in order to help them be the very best, and he’s always careful to make sure he takes them seriously and will advocate for them in a heartbeat if they need him to. So anyone who’s taken his classes in the past may remember him fondly.

MBTI: ENFJ

Enneagram: 1 (The reformer with balanced wings)

Alignment: Lawful Good

Winx: Dragon Fire

Pokémon Type: Ice

Ices are regal, polite, glamorous, and impossibly hard to know. Many of them seem ageless, in a bit of a pinched, tense-seeming way. With them, every pause, smile, and gesture is appropriate, yet strained. They know a lot about proper etiquette, and always have the right answer for how to gracefully solve a social problem. They have many friends, and host wonderful parties, yet you never feel at ease in their presence. Ices are as perfectionistic as Grounds, without the impatience and frustratable goal-mindedness. They are graceful and slow, meticulous and proud. Even something as simple as selecting an outfit can be elevated by an Ice into an art. Every step is considered and measured, every accessory perfectly placed. They don’t like being rushed or criticized; they don’t need your criticism, they’ll find the flaws on their own  [Source because this personality system is not my own doing and I got the description from here]

Pokémon Subtype: Ghost

What sets Ghost Types apart is that they have a past, a history that they can’t escape. That doesn’t necessarily mean a traumatic event. While some Ghosts are mournful or caught dwelling on old pains, others appear to be connected to a distant past of revelry. Ghosts are caught in a state of suspended animation. There is a consistency within them, which harkens back to some moment in time that made them who they are now. Some are obsessive about history, or about honoring their culture’s traditions. Others can’t stop reading books on Attachment Theory, and talking about how they absorbed their parents’ epigenetic trauma. They are at once both rooted and detached. Their existence reminds you time is not real.

Unlike some of the other emotionally-distant-seeming types, such as Ice and Psychic, Ghosts are not intentionally putting walls up between themselves and other people. In fact, they can be over-sharers, telling long stories about their pasts, bearing their most secret selves. There is something very vulnerable about them. Still, there is liminal veil between them and everyone else. The curse of Ghost Types is that they feel things very intensely, they hunger and yearn, and they understand the distant, root causes of many modern-day problems. Yet they can’t seem to fully connect to reality or feel anyone else reaching back at them. They make excellent poets, painters, story-tellers, fanfic writers, cultural historians, and museum curators. [Source because this personality system is not my own doing and I got the description from here]

(And if anyone is curious about Hogwarts Houses, Levi’s a Hufflepuff!)

Hobbies and Talents:

Making science puns and cracking dad jokes.

Chemistry (reading about it, running experiments, etc)

Drinking coffee on his front porch

Spending time with his family

Gardening

Crosswords

Reading, when he has the time to

BBQ-ing

Favorites:

Color: Green

Food: BBQ Ribs

Animal: His pet cat

Drink: Coffee

Flower: Lavender

Book: The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown

Holiday: Easter

Movie: The Breakfast Club

Scent: Freshly mowed grass

Place: His front porch

Quote:

“Be the person you needed when you were younger.”

Bêtes Noires:

Color: Orange

Food: Eggplant

Animal: Raccoons

Drink: Sprite

Flower: Lilacs

Book: Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

Holiday: Thanksgiving

Movie: The Room

Scent: Burnt sugar

Place: Carol’s Coffee (he can’t quite place why, but he finds it uncomfortable)

Misc Fun Facts About Levi.

As a disclaimer I’m probably going to expand this as I get to know Levi. I’ll make notes whenever this occurs and let y’all know in the server, so you can check them out if you’d like to whenever this occurs.

Levi owns way too many science reference objects, like he has a periotic table cutting board and glow in the dark element soap in the bathrooms, and it brings him joy. 

Usually has a pun or a dad joke ready, please just bare with him

Talks about his kids way too much, honestly he’s so proud of them. Like he’s a really good dad (which tbh it’s so refreshing to write a character who genuinely loves his kids and supports them in everything they do.)

Speaking of being a good dad though, I guess that doesn’t just apply to his children because like if any of the neighborhood 20 somethings came to him for advice he’d genuinely sit there, listen, and try to help the most he can.  Honestly I’ll probably drop his wanted connections from his bio in this section just because this muse is new enough I am still learning about him, but one of them... does reference this a bit.

Wanted Connections: 

 Honestly, something I think might be interesting to see with Levi is him taking on a sort of fatherly role with someone? Like maybe one of the 20-somethings leaving the cult and/or their family behind and he’s like MY CHILD NOW. (I mean literally wouldn’t be the first time he adopted a child, this one is just an adult when he adopts them)

Okay, so Levi’s not really the type for conflict on average but it’d be interesting to put him with someone that for the life of him he can’t avoid it. Like either they debate about science, or they just push all the wrong buttons on one another. It’d be interesting to see how he tries to handle it.

Friends in general!  I rarely get to write Levi in a group setting so honestly I’m excited in general to get to develop plots with him, but it would be so nice to roleplay him with friends, like grabbing a drink after work or maybe hanging out with other parents talking about kids? Or maybe someone else who’s also really into science and they spend way too much time cracking science puns together?

Family.

Father: John Carter Mother: Mary Carter Wife: Abigail Carter Children: Derek Carter (19), Zoe Carter (16), Daisy Carter (9) + one adopted child (someone was planning on apping for them and it fell through last minute so I may make this a wanted connection, or I may continue through with the original plans and make the character an npc in case they decide to pick them up in the future. I’ve gotta talk to them about it)

Abigail "Abby" Carter: Levi’s high school sweetheart. The two ended up getting married after college. He absolutely adores this woman to death, genuinely the love of this life, and he’s thankful every day he gets to spend the rest of his life with her. Abby gets busy quiet often with her nurse shifts at the hospital, but they spend as much time as they can together and with their kids.

Derek Carter: Derek used to be an extremely active older brother when he was younger, but now that he’s an adult? Every time he’s home on break from college he likes to hang out in his room. Levi tries to give him as much space as he can, checking in on him to make sure it’s still because Derek just likes his space. And sometimes Derek lets Levi come into his room to play video games with him, so at least he knows for a fact Derek’s actually doing something in there. As long as he knows he can come to him, he’s passing his college classes, and he’s happy - Levi’s not going to pry.

Zoe Carter: Levi is, and always has been, Zoe’s biggest supporter. He stood by her when they asked to change their legal name from Zoey to just Zoe, spend months reading everything he could find to make sure he was being the most supportive dad he could be when she came out as genderqueer, and when they came out with the fact she only likes girl? Well, Levi’s looking forward to the day he came make BBQ ribs for his child’s girlfriend. He’ll fight til the very end to ensure she’s treated with respect, he doesn’t scare how many times he has to argue with administration (he’s got tenure anyway). He started a meme twitter account awhile ago just to retweet memes for them. Sure, he’s not entirely sure how the platform actually works but she seems to really appreciate it.

Daisy Carter: There’s not too crazy much to say about Daisy, because she’s nine and how in depth do you think I can get about a literal child really. It’s really just your standard father-daughter relationship. He reads her books before bed every night, because she still insists on getting her bedtime stories. He knows she loves animals more than anything in the world and wants to be a wildlife adventurer (he’s pretty sure she means researcher), so he gets her a National Geographic Kids every year for her birthday which she loves. He’s debating getting her a pet, but he’s not entirely sure if she’s ready to make that leap. Only time will time.

[thedailyvio]

Every now and then I feel bad for giving 0 context for anything, so gonna quickly summarize my story stuff under the cut

The Traveler’s Found (TTF)

Skye, Gill, Marth, Kydin, Leo, Kira, Krieg, Heiwa, Narcissa, Sebastian, Vadim, Bahemek, Xenon, etc

TTF is hard to summarize because it has 10 story arcs and they all lead into the other, but the plot begins with ‘A wizard terrorist attacks the king of Hou’lu sending two girls on a quest to stop him’ which sounds so simple doesn’t it -sobs-

 Very adventure, political intrigue, slice of life elements

They basically travel all over the world, and I’ll quickly summarize what that’s like by listing each countries major influences

Hou’lu: Italian Renaissance, China

Sunobor: Medieval Germany, Japan, Inuit

Haldon: Folk Mexican, Folk Italian

Lavynna; Byzantine, some inspo from India to structure of things?

Gehinna: Ancient Hebrew

Parappa: Egypt-Germany

North Desert: Russia-Arabic

Harpies (more a tribe): Maasai

TTF of them all gets the most complicated but very incrementally, so it’s the hardest to express much on. But they get a cool hard magic system based on 10 elements so

Also TTF dragons are sentient, intelligent, and morally complex

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The Miyoré Schism

A prequel to ttf by about 900 years

Faolan, Mien, Enlai, whatever I name the girl, Jiao

The plot here is a bit simpler

What happens when the one who pulls the blade only those Chosen by God can touch is among the race of people thought to be destined to serve?

This focuses largely on the Sha’li of East Hou’lu. As a race they have very distinct white hair, pale skin, and red eyes. At this time in history, monster taming was very common as well, so most the characters have a family or personal monster. Sha’li also have an ability to become “invisible” but in actuality they are lowering their ‘presence’ or ‘noticibility’ to all non-Sha’li

This story draws largely from Tibet for its aesthetics

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Kingdoms

Ariella, James, Charles, Kiba

I have uprooted a lot about this story and not yet relayed it, but so far

A girl who wanted to become a soldier but was refused strikes out on adventure to do what she can for her country on her own- but to her chagrin gets a tag along

This story likely will have a soft magic system, and is definitely still based on Victorian and Japanese aesthetics. It’s actually a specific era of Japanese history but I can’t remember which. Possibly 16th c?

Despite this, it’s a low tech world.

Most fantasy type creatures/races do show up in Kingdoms, unlike my other stories

Dragons exist in Kingdoms but are universally evil and nobody has ever killed one

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Magic and Cannons (MnC)

A wip name still

Cusick, Agathe, Romana, Kordell, Levi, Maureen, Ames, Sung-jin

I’m still figuring put the plot to this honestly, but the first bit is definitely

‘A narcissistic man is captured as a PoW and must find a way to escape’

There’s just three countries of any importance to this world, and it’s much less whimsical in nature than the others, being closer to reality in some ways, and having a lot more tech. Though it vibes as subtly cartoony in how characters have slightly exaggerated aspects to their personalities and behaviors.

Delemar is the country Cusick is from and is based on Wild West in many ways, they’re a very independent people which can be good and bad, they also give no hecks about safety and are pretty wild in general

Choson is where Romana is from and they are much more interested in normalcy and order, which can be both good and bad. They prefer reptiles and fish as pets to mammals actually, which feels important to mention. If you know much about history, I suppose it’s clear they draw a lot from Korea for aesthetics.

Choson is also a very mixed population in terms of race, which Delemar is very much not.

Kievan is where Agathe hails from and is based on Russia. In each case I tried sticking to 1850s-1900s ish for my influences of these countries, though socially they are very diff.

Kievan has an affinity for wine and is the only country that appreciates using electricity for power. They have harsh winters, especially compared to the other two countries which tend to be more tropical in climates. Kievan is less developed so far, but they tend towards legalism there, and while that can be bad, they are also the one not involved in a pointless war, so

MnC is what I call glasspunk, Delemar and Choson rely on ‘reactions’ for their energy sources, which I can only explain as ‘you know how if you mix two volatile liquids, they could explode? They harness the energy from such things’

This is possible because their magic system is a type of alchemy which has allowed them a lot of reactions not available to us, and with this they’ve been able to get treated glass which is nearly indestructible, great for containing anything they need.

Magic is still something within the individual, but in MnC the extent of what it does is change the properties of whatever you’re touching with your hands. If you specialize in using this and inventing things based off of things with changed properties, you’re called a mage.

MnC has a lot of strange tech this way, including trains, vehicles, customizeable guns, staves that through weird tech stuff can have sort of elemental effects, etc.

Electricity is not compatible with reactions btw, because it can cause them to explode outside of when they’re meant to, kinda like smoking by a bunch of canisters of gasoline, it might be a lil risky. So societies that use reactions do not use electricity and have things in place to get rid of it, and societies that use electricity don’t use reactions. Combining them can get cool tech, but is inherently risky.

oh whoops I went off there, huh. Oh well it’s not seen as often as the other types of societies/magics I listed so

Dragons in MnC are animals (technically wyverns?) and have been domesticated to be work animals. No fire breath but they do have a strong venom, I think a neurotoxin type?? And the insides of their mouths are orange 👀 oh and the domesticated ones are reflective like mirrors ish

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Children of the Little Mine (CotLM)

Geno

This is the only one I plan to make a novel, because it’s set in 1950′s-1960′s New York City and I don’t care about those aesthetics at all

I don’t have it planned out very far for plot, but basically a gremlin thief boy of 17 has a strange ability to manipulate how gravity effects him, and seemingly nobody else in the world has this. But one day during a break and entering situation, Geno finds another boy with an ability, and from there they decide to try sticking together a bit to figure out why, and maybe put together a heist against a mafia boss in the mean time (two stealy boys)

This is very close to being historical fiction aside from abilities, which are /extremely/ rare in this world. I’m very inspired by Artemis Fowl and A Separate Peace for tone, and plan to have middleschool boys as my target audience. Though I love fantasy and such, this one’s still a bit close to my heart anyways

Anyways literally nobody asked for this I just do this to myself. I seriously wanna start practicing comic making skills, but I can’t do that too much for a daily thing when I can usually put in an hour at best. I’m trying to find a sweet spot for it all, but it may yet be awhile before I can post literally anything that sheds light on who the heck any of the chars I post are.

I want to though, and I’ve been running this blog for years now, so best to assume it’ll get there someday. I have still written a lot and planned out things, so progress still happens behind the scenes. Aside from the last few months but that’s not uncommon for this time of year. If you actually read this, thanks euchjsd I don’t think many will, but having it here makes me feel a bit better

[welcometomy20s]

February 7, 2021

This is Part two of the introduction of Nijisanji. I have written for an audience who has just gotten to know vtubers through hololive and wants to explore more. This part cover all of Nijisanji members who has debuted in the year 2019.

2019 Part 1 (Jan-Apr)

Warabeda Meiji - Another eleven year old, but likes FF14 and K-On! So frequently described as an 11 year old third season. But she is genuinely cute! And a really good singer, so much so that her K-On cover gets banned for being too close!

Gundou Mirei - Actually a teacher, but definitely a ditzy and lazy one, that is incredibly sexual to an uncomfortable degree, you know, a fan favorite, including of mine. Watch her 3D streams and you will be amazed. Has a ship with Shoichi as mentioned before, even though she’s a self-professed bisexual. It’s odd but, you know, it works!

Yuzuki Roa - Kind of innocent devil like Towa, but more like a kid than an older sister. Really like Belmond. Was friends with Chitose, a retired member, and got a costume based on her a bit, and maybe is retiring herself, considering she hasn't uploaded for quite a few months now. Well, whatever. She’s cute and innocent.  

Onomachi Haruka - Another of the rare, truly seiso people in the team, but can go wild if the vibe goes that way. Lost and found a llama in minecraft once.

Seto Miyako - Kind of a quiet girl who might be psychopathic... you know the type. Her true tendencies pop up during gaming. Also tweets a lot... make sense.

Kataribe Tsumugu - Basically retired, but her concept was so shocking that it took Naruse Naru’s return of old design to push her into the bottom of the list.

Otogibara Era - She’s a Cinderella if she has gone completely out the window. People routinely separate the original Cinderella side as Era, and her true side as Gibara.

God, how do I describe her. Gibara is just great. Her adult comments are something to behold, let’s say she gels with Tamaki very well. She returns to monke often, and does other types of screams too... seriously look at her gacha stream and witness Gibara in her full glory. Also incredibly lazy and definitely cannot live by herself.

But as you have guessed it, she is an incredible singer. (It might be the case that incredible singing is associated with madness) Had knockout hit with her 3D stream, trending number one on twitter and 30,000 US dollars in superchats!

Lize Helesta - Queen of Shizuoka, I mean Heleste kingdom. Usually behaves like an empress, but as with most royalty has a real competitive spirit, so she knows how to badmouth when she needs to. So, she’s a really stingy person as well... not really fitting for a royalty, but you do know some people that act like that.

She’s a strange person. Look at asphalt or a handstand in order to sleep. Friends with Ange, who was a childhood friend, even with an age difference. Also does radio stuff with Lulu as well. Reveres Mito, wonder why. Again, incredible 3D debut.

Ange Katrina - Nice low-middle voice with a smooth upper body, and surprisingly small but that got fixed as 3D started. Think she’s cute, but blushes when people agree. Just a cool gal who I enjoy very much... her streams, I mean.

Inui Toko - She’s a cerberus, and now works at a cafe. A little bit out there, but definitely a tsukkomi. Usually does little gaming outside Minecraft, so mostly talks and sings. A unique laugh and loves Ensemble Stars. Hangs out with red and blue people, like Lize, Ange, Roa, Ayame, Suisei and so on. Actually is boing boing, Ange felt betrayed.

And as mentioned above, a great singer, and can play many instruments as well!

Saegusa Akina - High tension singer, who is quite sickly and is terrible with girls. But he got better as time went on and the ship with his gen mate Manami started to sail. Actually he hangs around with many girls... maybe it’s just Manami?

Arizona Manami - Ito Life’s daughter... so you know what she looks like. Calls herself the queen of sensitivity, and yes she does very suggestive streams... but she’s pretty innocent and childish... so she’s kind of like Melody in a way. Has a very fond-looking relationship with Akina as mentioned above.

Suzuhara Lulu - Just your typical art student. She’s a rich girl, so she knows very little about the outside world. Definitely has stamina of a thousand horses, famously played 11 hours of Dark Souls, then straight onto 10 hours of Ring Fit, and never got phased. Seriously, she never gets phased. She rode the freaking snake without a problem! Apparently really beautiful in real life, really has large expressions.

There’s a rumor going around that she’s actually some kind of an eldritch god... and I don’t know where that comes from at all. Look at her, she’s such a sweet gal, look at her dancing and singing... she’s a true idol, that’s what she is... (don’t hurt me.)

Yukishiro Mahiro - First-year high-schooler. Good variety of content. Her personality is of a rude kouhai. One viewer described her as a bad-tempered chihuahua. Really likes Kanae, which is okay, I guess. There’s not much more than that.

2019 Part 2 (May-Aug)

Ex Albio - A hero from a different world. Originally portrayed as a rude snarky figure, much like Kazuma without charm or luck but with perseverance. Got his fame through his noob Minecraft experience, as with Minecraft servers, they are ripe with collab opportunities, so he started to collab especially with Ars Almal, which he thinks as a mentor... and so they both talk in high register. Eventually became a couple.

Has a thing where he questions something and immediately denies it, which is quite funny. Eventually got a dark alter version due to the imagination tournament I talked about earlier, which brings the fact that he can’t fight until tragedy occurs.

Levi Elipha - Actually only six years old, and apparently dense, like physically dense. Great singer and good physique, does some English songs as well.

Nui Sociere - A 25-year old witch, but more like a NEET with an addiction to horse racing. Very much like Megumi in terms of magic abilities, but capable of melee.

Kind of sounds like Doraemon when she screams... usually plays JRPG... and well, just look at her. Damn... well, least you have something to look forward to.

Hayama Marin - Hayame is Hayame. She’s just a little kid with a pure mind. Yeah.

Hayato Kagami - CEO of a toy company, so called that. Polite and diligent, but like a CEO of a toy company, completely becomes a boy when getting a bit excited.

Actually is a great singer, maybe a trained singer as well. As a good example of rich getting richer, fans have a tendency to throw red superchat, a typical stream might hit 10K USD, even though there’s nothing particular going on.

Yorumi Rena - Idol magician, but no actual proof of her magic abilities. Plays APEX a lot. Very much an outgoing person with lots of collab from everyone. Hakase calls her mama. Sleep promptly at midnight, except when ARK was involved.

Also makes 8-bit art proficiently, does all her loading screen. A bit of a lewd mind.

Hakase Fuyuki - HIgh school girl who likes to experiment, but it’s obvious none of it ever works. Tries to ship Yorumi and Kagami, and calls him papa. Just absolutely in her own world and everyone is just privy to it... also incredibly bad at gaming.

Mayuzumi Kai - A white hacker. Very cool, but has a thing for comedy, almost to the level of Joe Riikichi, but laughs very little himself. Make sense, since he lost his parents at an early age and lived in the system, therefore is a night streamer. Very good with kids as a result, and very kind and polite as well.

Ars Almal - A mage who specializes in lightning. Started out by apologizing, gets bullied for her round face, usually by Shiina. Cute voice with toxic words with a knack for pranks and taunts. Actually is quite boing boing. Good at Minecraft construction, but get rough and dirty under the wheel, as in Mario Kart. Became a kitsune, and then immediately got compared to Fubuki... much like Fubuki in a sense.

Aiba Uiha - Another idol who is a bit out there, has a tendency to be clingy. Also has a large physique... kind of a denatured Lulu is what I’m getting at. Sisters with Ara Chae, incredibly bad eyesight, apparently. I can see that, actually.

Eli Conifer - A flower fairy and maid with a unique phrasing. Likes to immerse herself in games, very knowledgeable, especially with teas, and also handy at housework, and superb at drawing and singing. Ryushen and Rion think she’s a badass, and they might not be entirely wrong on that aspect, actually.

Kokoro Amaiya - Dragonborn, I think. But there’s no dragon anymore. Has that mumble-speak that people really don’t like. She’s very much kid-like in a sense, uh, so get put into the loli category much like her fellow peer. Incredibly weak.

Ratna Petit - Adventurer with an independent streak. Does games and ASMR, tries to be grown up during collabs, but retreats into a kid in solo streams. Got the infamous random deletion of the account that Kiara famously got.

Nijisanji ID Gen 1

Taka Radjiman - Another CEO, this time a food CEO. Usually streams games, but much like other CEOs here, a pretty good singer as well. Obviously a good cook as well.

ZEA Cornelia - She’s an automata. ZEA is short for Z-type Executive Automation. Likes to sing, and sung many songs including La Vien en Rose by IZONE! I really like her, her streams are bit odd and ZEA can carry a stream like no another.

Hana Macchia - A design student, much like Lulu. Likes drawing as you expect, also like gaming as well. Does some barista stuff as well, a kind of the ambassador of Nijisanji ID, since her father is American and her mother is Japanese, and she lives in Indonesia.

Papa Macchia appears on stream from time to time, and apparently was the progenitor of Hana’s gaming prestige as he played Doom and Half-Life. She’s on the cute side of things, but blushes when she gets called that. Also cries in horror, but screams in excitement... just overall a well-rounded in strangeness. I really like her.

2019 Part 3 (Sep-Dec)

Sukoya Kana - Incredibly smart, but also has an otaku and perverted side. Likes acting, as you might have guessed and bad at housework. Has a quiet voice, but gets savage when a game is involved. Pretty good at english as well. Does a radio show as well.

Oh, yeah, likes to throw up. It’s a thing. Also plays drums. She’s pretty cool.

Shellin Burgundy - Before Kanata did her PPT intro, Shellin was the first one. Professes himself to be a detective, but little lightheaded for that. Good narration voice, though, which means he’s a good singer as well. I kind of like him. He’s good.

Hayase Sou - An outdoorsy girl who likes cosplay and road biking. Kind of talks like she’s middle age, but she acts pretty young. And of course she likes shotas.

Fumi - It took over a year for her to debut. She’s a hikikomori gundam otaku and a goddess. A bit airheaded and pretty bad at gaming, and since she is 67, gets called grandma infrequently. She’s fun to watch. Has a ship with Nagao.

Hoshikawa Sara - Half Japanese and half English. Definitely a cool and tough, ready to take whatever sex jokes and insults you throw at her. Hangs out with Mahiro a lot, or with male members like Yumeoi, Ebio, Shellion or Kanda. Has a wide voice range, with a wide personality as well. There’s a sense of healing to her, honestly.

Obviously gets fangirled by many, including Matsuri, whose frequently red superchats her much to her confusion and relative embarrassment.

Yamagami Karuta - She’s a tengou in training, since she is filled with desires, mostly to connect with people. This is real, apparently. Has a ship with a staff member...

Matsukai Mao - Smartest devil... no, she’s an airhead like the rest of them. Apparently she can spit out crude oil... which is pretty useless. Definitely an unlucky, miserable person who needs to be protected at all times, and she relishes that like the devil she is.

Hangs around with Luis a lot in real life, apparently. Also plays APEX and stuff.

Emma August - Demon Lord that was thrown in an uprising, living with Morinaka Kazaki, and got a new house in February of last year. An alcoholic and a masochist, who gets berated by Kazaki of all people. Definitely not a loli, that’s for sure.

Luis Cammy - An expert thief, which excites Shellin very much. Seen as the leader of the gen, but found out to be much of a kid as the gen mates, especially around Shellin. They are a couple now, apparently. Oh yeah, she did an Outlast stream with a cat outfit and invited Shellin because she was scared? Now there's a loli version of her... yikes.

Fuwa Minato - A host, but a teetotaler, because of health problems... yet drinks Monster energy like it’s no business. A bit out there, as Nijisanji people are. A bit of a trickster, a bad boy if you will... right there with being good at games as well. He’s pretty cool.

Shirayuki Tomoe - When I first saw her, she felt like one of those people in mahjong tournaments. Well, she’s a queen of the night, so night-time streamer, although she has daytime streams as well. Strong drinker. Talks about SM, but also effortlessly friendly and a lovely person. I think she’s attractive, but I can see why people call her cute. She hates bugs, loves cute things, odd thoughts... feels like an aunt to me.

Very bad at reading kanji, not that she’s good at anything else. Likes to practice, hence preserved her way in the Mario Kart tournament. Does talk and ASMR streams with a third of her viewers being women. Likes Mirei, makes sense. Oh, she’s a nudist.

And don’t forget the relationship between Kana and her. Purported to be the most real of the ships of any vtubers. I believe it’s called Crossick. I don’t know too much.

Gwelu Os Gar - Presenter for the elf kingdom, hired as a presenter, since Nijisanji got so big and there’s only so many Kakeru around. Unfortunately seen as boring, and transitioned into kind of a Maimoto character.

Already married, I don’t know why that’s significant but there you go. Oh, and an actual dad! That is pretty significant. Although Setsuna also has a child, and had to retire to take care of the little baby. Teaches math to others, so that’s cool.

Mashiro - Recent high school graduate. He’s a boy. Yes, he has heels and boobs, but he’s a boy. And yes, he is a bit out there, stealing candies from the office.

Naraka - Another oni, and a loli-baba. Obviously a fan of the fellow oni, Mikoto... which has a queen kid relationship. And yes, her chest is smaller than Mashiro... sad.

Kurusu Natsume - 19-year old college student who likes music and sheep. Very smart and very normal. Has an ASMR test stream, which was pretty fun.

Nijisanji ID 2nd Gen

Rai Galliel - An interdimensional policeman. Likes cheese, but hate porridge due to only eating one for four months. Likes baking, pretty cool personality, if a bit straight edge.

Amicia Michella - A freelance illustrator, so the drawing is superb. Like sleep but also sports. Also penguins. Likes to play horror games pretty calmly. Raises two dogs, well one of them passed away late last year. Sang a 10cm cover?

Miyu Ottavia - A business student, and likes otters and is optimistic. Mostly plays RPG and online multiplayers. Tries to be cool, but look at her! She’s very cute.

Riksa Dhirendra - A 24-year-old freelancer and works as an editor and translator. Looks mean, but is actually a very decent gut. He is pretty competitive. Plays RPG.

[be-dazzled]

Day 3: Perverse Fairy Tail World Pairing: Gray Fullbuster, Juvia Lockser Series: Fairy Tail Rating: M for sensitive language and content 

Italicized – Gray’s inner thoughts

 A few more steps. Just a few more steps and Juvia will be reunited with her Gray-sama.

 The only thing that kept Juvia going was the anticipation of having her Gray-sama in her arms. With the simple picture of throwing her arms around the elusive Gray Fullbuster, Juvia endured the few miles she needed to walk to finally see her beloved Ice-Make mage.

 Her whole body was aching – literally and figuratively. Throbbing from all the fighting she encountered in Camellia City and yearning to be with Gray-sama. The job consisted of ridding the town of an ancient monster accidentally conjured from a book by the City’s Mayor. All thanks to Gajeel, who just wouldn’t listen to Juvia, everything easily got out of hand. The three-day job had them out of Magnolia for five days. Juvia wasn’t happy. But Juvia was not one to throw blames.

Juvia’s body had an instant reaction. As soon as she saw the newly constructed Fairy Tail Building, her imagination geared to life. Her eyes twinkled with anticipation as she imagined throwing herself into Gray-sama’s arms and him tell Juvia how much he missed her, and that Juvia should never leave his side again.

 “Juvia will never leave again, Gray-sama.” Juvia had the habit of imagining things. Not only that, she had the habit of spacing out too.

 In Gajeel’s opinion, it was Juvia’s day dreaming that slowed them down, even if she refused to admit it. So, even if she was too old to get a hit from him, Gajeel just couldn’t wait to see his family.

 “Cut it out, Rain Woman.”

 The pain at the back of her head brought Juvia back to reality. But it was a good reality since any second from now Juvia would be reunited with her Gray-sama.

 “Gray-sama! Juvia’s back.” announced Juvia as she burst through the guild’s door. Her expert eyes scanned the hall for her beloved and found him sitting at the bar counter talking to Mira. She wasted no time running to where the ice-mage was and jumped him.

 “Juvia misses Gray-sama very much.”

 She held on to Gray’s free arm and leaned her head against her shoulder, needing the contact. Juvia had always been oblivious to Gray’s reaction to her public display of affection. But that’s because he was good at masking them with his scolding. In fact, she would have never noticed how the blood rushed to Gray’s head the moment she leaned into him.

 Today was different. Juvia observed how Gray turned red and not because she started noticing but because somehow a voice in her head just spelled it out for her.

 I wish Juvia would stop leaning too much. I could feel her breasts!

 Juvia’s loving gaze slid down from Gray’s stiffened face to where their contact was. There she found Gray’s arm cushioned against her ample breasts.

 I wonder if it’s as soft in the touch as how it feels. Should I touch them? They’re just there.

 Juvia panicked. Where was the voice coming from and why did it sound so much like his Gray-sama? Did her day-dreaming reached the level of actually hearing Gray’s thoughts in her head?

 That was spooky.

 When Juvia peered through her lashes, she saw Gray-sama folding his lips, his brows furrowed and looking like he was fighting an internal battle. It was only when she followed the direction of his now rounded eyes that she thought that maybe she might not be imagining things. One horrifying realization hit Juvia.

 Could it really be her Gray-sama’s voice talking about wanting to touch her breasts? Because the way he was looking at them…

 Before Gray could have the chance to withdraw his poor arm and give in to the tempting softness of the water mage’s breasts, Juvia quickly let go.

 “Why do you two look so flustered?”

 The two flushed youngsters looked away from the questioning Mira and spit out incoherent words trying to deny nothing.

 “J-ju-juvia will… ju-juvia should go.”

 “Ye-yeah. I-I think Erza is calling me.”

 “B-b-bye Gray-sama. See you later.”

 Juvia didn’t even wait for his response before she just flew out of there. She ran out there too fast Gray swore he saw the water-mage leave a dust cloud forming her figure.

 “Don’t you think those two are acting strange?” Mira wiped the counter clean and moved forward to where a certain card-mage was drinking herself out of wits.

 “Those two are strange, Mira. They’re not just acting like one.” Cana managed to answer as she downed another barrel.

 …

 Juvia paced the short distance between her bed and the door. Was she imagining things again? She did, she must be imagining things, right? There was no way she could read people’s mind.

 Earlier, she dashed over Gajeel’s at record speed. She wasn’t able to ask the Iron Dragon Slayer if the same thing was happening to him when he unceremoniously kicked the poor water-mage out of his house. The twins were asleep and he said he didn’t need a ridiculous water-mage to wake them up.

 Tired of pacing back and forth, Juvia dropped to her bed. There was no way she could hear Gray-sama’s thoughts. There was no such thing as mind-reading.

 What a naïve girl, of course there was such a thing as mind-reading.

 A surprised gasp escaped her mouth and she bolted up her soft mattress. Her blue eyes widened at the memory of what Camellia’s mayor told her.

 The Mayor of the City of Camellia didn’t have enough to pay the Fairy Tail mages. She said she got robbed the day before. Because Gajeel and Levy just had twins, Juvia was okay for Gajeel to receive the payment. The Iron Dragon Slayer wasn’t okay with the arrangement at first, suggesting they just divide whatever was available but Juvia managed to convince him otherwise. She said it was for the twins so the self appointed godmother was okay with Gajeel getting the reward.

 Feeling touched and a bit guilty, Mayor Kamada of Camellia City offered to pay Juvia a wish instead. When Gajeel was out of the Mayor’s office, the old lady pulled Juvia to the corner.

 “A wish?”

 “Yes.” The corner of the mayor’s eyes crinkled as she smiled. Then, she raised one finger to count, “one wish.”

 Juvia was skeptical. She never heard of any mage that granted wishes. What was she a genie? She returned the Mayor’s smile, albeit awkwardly.

 “There’s no need for it, Ms. Mayor.” Juvia politely declined. “If there’s nothing Juvia can do for you, Juvia should be going.”

 The lady Mayor chuckled. She stopped Juvia by the hand, pulled her close to look into her round blue eyes.

 “Don’t you have anything you want? Your deepest, darkest desire?”

 The Mayor’s dark green eyes were so hypnotic that Juvia absentmindedly repeated her words.

 “Deepest, darkest desire?”

 Frantic hands flew to her now agape mouth. She had goosebumps just remembering the weird, spooky leader. All of a sudden, Juvia had a moment of epiphany, hitting her in the head like a pandemonium. Could it be that the strange Mayor gave her the power to read minds? She ran to Cana’s room to test the theory. But she failed to read Cana’s mind. Then, to Laki and lastly to Evergreen.

 Juvia wandered back to her own room. She was right; the mind-reading antics earlier was just a result of her overactive imagination. The water-mage covered her mouth as she gasped in surprise. She wanted to hide from the dormitory Head Girl, Erza Scarlet, patrolling the halls of Fairy Hills after dark. It was a little past 10:00 p.m. and Juvia should really be in bed by now. Juvia tiptoed along the hall towards her room, trying not to make any noise and be found.

 “Juvia.”

 A slow burning shrill slid up her spine. Nothing escaped those brown hawk eyes.

 “You shouldn’t be wandering these halls in the middle of the night, Juvia. It’s past our curfew.”

 Juvia bowed her head, spitting out apologies. Erza stopped her before she broke her back bending over for a ninety-degree apology.

 “You look so tired. Are you alright?”

 “Juvia just came back from a job, Erza-san.” reasoned Juvia.

 “I see. You better get some rest then.”

 Juvia nodded and proceeded to her room. She just passed the Requip mage when she made the decision. She wasn’t going to get a good night sleep from all the thinking so she better just get it off her chest.

 Juvia was now in Erza’s room, sipping some tea that the red-head prepared.

 “It’s Chrysanthemum.” Erza poured Juvia a cup before she replaced the pot on the table. “It’s good for the sleep.” She sat with Juvia on the bed beside the cautious water-mage. “Can you tell me the story one more time?”

 Juvia finished her tea in one go before she retold the whole story to Erza, from the moment she step foot in Camellia City to Gray wanting to what she thought he said in his mind was grope her.

 Erza considered it for a moment – which seemed forever for Juvia.

 “I heard stories about a woman who granted wishes. I didn’t know they were true.”

 “What should Juvia do, Erza-san?”

 “So, Gray is a boob man.”

 “Erza-san!”

 Erza quickly apologized for having been too occupied by the information. The two then planned on how to confront this gift or curse the entire night.

 …

 The water mage just never learned. Experience showed that no one should ever ask help from Requip mage. With fighting? Sure. But with the nature of her problem? Juvia should listen to experience.

 Because when Titania got excited about a plan, it was supposed to blow.

 And now, the Queen of the Fairies put Juvia on the most revealing clothes the water mage had ever seen. Her breasts, same breasts that appealed to the seemingly stoic ice-mage, as she discovered yesterday, were pushed together in the most seductive way, so tight that she almost fainted. Even mages, who were not her Gray-sama, were looking her way. The Requip mage also reminded Juvia that she had to greet the shy ice-make mage in the most sheepish way possible, like she was guilty and needed punishment.

 “Gray-sama.” shyly greeted Juvia without looking into Gray’s now startled dark blue eyes, as if she didn’t even deserve to look at him.

 When Juvia walked up to Gray, she confirmed her suspicions. Only, it seemed that the power has grown more powerful. Not only was she able to hear his thoughts, Juvia was able to see Gray’s imagination.

 Damn it.

 Gray’s imagination rolled like a film and lucky for Juvia, she was on the front row seat.

 In Gray’s perverted imagination, Juvia was now in a maid uniform, her hair tied in pigtails, kneeling before him and welcoming him like the good servant that she was. She greeted her master abashedly, her eyes averted away, her cheeks powdered in reddish pink, just the way Gray liked it. Her cleavage was on full display, just the way Gray wanted it.

 Gray could already feel the blood rush to that one body part down south. Before he embarrassed himself, Gray disappeared like the coyote.

 Damn it, Gray! Wait ‘til you reach home.

 Even miles away, Juvia could hear her beloved’s thoughts.

 …

 Erza rolled around her bed laughing. Juvia glared at her and the Requip mage laughed even more.

 Who knew Gray had that kind of fantasy?

 “I guess boys will be boys.”

 “Erza-san is not helpful at all.” Juvia rolled her eyes. She was nowhere near the answer than when she started. All she know now was that Gray had fantasies about her – in a maid costume.

“Hey!” complained Erza. “I helped you confirm your new found magic, didn’t I?”

 Juvia had to admit that Erza was right.

 “Then what should Juvia do?”

 After Erza finished laughing her heart out and wiping the corner of her eyes, she turned to Juvia with a serious look.

 “It’s not a question of what you should do but of what you want to do with it.”

 That made Juvia think. With her new found power, what did she want to do about it?

 Before she could continue the conversation and voice out her thoughts, the crazy Requip mage returned to fisting her bed in hysterical laughter. She was spewting rubbish like ‘maid fantasy’, ‘boob guy’ and ‘that pervert’. Juvia raised a brow at the breathless Requip Mage.

 Did she really have the right to call Gray a pervert? Her? That person who almost forced Juvia to wear a seduction armor? Juvia had to fight for her life to get rid of that apron Erza was calling seduction armor.

 …

 “Gray-sama,” called out Juvia. “can Juvia talk to Gray-sama?”

 Juvia felt Gray’s cautious gaze journey from her pleading eyes down her lips, her covered breasts and the curve of her waist. She was back to her usual, conventional clothing.

 Seems safe.

 “You can sit here.” Gray offered the bar stool next to him.

 Juvia guardedly looked around the populated guild. “Maybe not here, Gray-sama.”

 Juvia seems serious. Is there something wrong?

 Gray studied Juvia once more. But before he could voice out his concern, Juvia answered his unaired question.

 “There’s nothing wrong with Juvia, Gray-sama. Juvia just have something important to say.”

 Shit. Did she just read my mind? Oh. Maybe it was just obvious on my face?

 Gray failed to see Juvia’s request as urgent so he left her no choice but to grab him by the hand and drag him along with her outside the guild.

 Wait, where is she taking me? Everyone’s looking at us weirdly.

 “I’m not whipped, flame-brain!” Gray had the need to set the record straight.

 “Hey, Juvia, wait a little.”

 Wow, I didn’t know Juvia had such a strong grip.

 He could easily pull Juvia back to stop but secretly, he was enjoying this aggressiveness.

 Whoa, it gotten even tighter. Speaking of tight…

 Juvia could see Gray’s mind jump to her sexy outfit yesterday that pushed her breasts together.

 I should stop thinking about ‘tight’ or else.

 Juvia stopped dead in her tracks. So suddenly that Gray almost crashed into her.

 “Hey, is everything alright?” Gray was genuinely concerned now.

 Juvia turned to him, all flushed, embarrassed but also determined.

 “First, Gray-sama should really stop thinking.

 “Thinking about what?”

 Hold up! I didn’t say that ‘tight’ out loud, did I?

 “About everything.”

 “Because, here it goes, Juvia… well, Juvia…”

 Why is she so fidgety and she can’t even look at me straight. Is it that hard to say?

 Gray put his hands on her shoulders to keep her from turning and fiddling.

 “Hey, relax, Juvia.”

 He made her face him to coax out the words from the restless water-mage.

 “Well, you see. Juvia can...”

 “Juvia can what?”

 “JuviacanreadGray-sama’smind!” she blurted out in one breath.

 “What?”

 Gray loosened his hold on Juvia’s shoulders.

 “Gray-sama is making a weird face.” Juvia peeked through her lashes only to see Gray’s face arranged in a way that she could only say as horrified.

 What the actual f–.

 …

 Gray sat at the curb behind the Fairy Tail Building. It’s been an hour or so since he last said something. Juvia grew worried.

 “Gray-sama, please talk to Juvia.”

 She had to ask him because Gray’s mind went totally blank. If Juvia was to come inside his brain, she would only see an endless of darkness. Pitch black.

 “Oh, I’m sorry.” Gray finally looked at Juvia again. “I’m just trying to process everything.” admitted Gray.

 It was true. Juvia could sense Gray’s brain light up again. He was starting to think.

 “So, you can read everything, huh?”

 Gray wasn’t mad. He looked at Juvia with a soft gaze – apologetic and understanding.

 “Yes.”

 “Even the…” he purposely left out the last part. Too embarrassed to say out loud.

 Maid costume?

 “Yes.”

 Shit.

 “Juvia–”

 “–Gray-sama does not need to explain.”

 Juvia placed Gray’s hands in hers; Squeezed them gently to comfort him.

 “Juvia understands.” Juvia offered him a considerate smile; one Gray returned almost immediately.

 “If that’s the case,” Gray put his hand over Juvia’s and gently pulled her to sit next to him. “I guess there’s no more point not saying it.”

 Gray composed himself. It was all new to him and he had no idea how to go about it.

 How should I say it? Where do I start? Dammit, why do I feel so nervous?

 “Gray-sama doesn’t have to say it. Juvia could hear his thoughts.” And sometimes see them but she wasn’t going to tell him that.

 “No.” Gray’s face was pulled in a serious look. “I have to say it at least once.” He turned to face Juvia, brows knitted in a determined look. “The truth Juvia is that… I,” He looked into her eyes – two calm oceans. “I don’t know what romantic love is.”

 Juvia gave him a smile of understanding but she knew Gray still had something to say.

 “But when I think about romantic love, all I see is you.”

 Juvia had to tell herself to hold it together because the best part was about to happen.

 Gray sighed, accepting the fact that he couldn’t keep this from the woman anymore. But his demons knocked on his door. As Gray always did, he opened the door and let them in.

 But as I am now, I’m not enough.

 “No. Gray-sama is more than enough.”

 Panic rounded Juvia’s eyes. Her chest tightened hearing her beloved’s inner doubts. The worse part was that she was apparently the reason.

 “Juvia because of me... you…” Gray’s breathing became labored.

 Juvia could see he was reliving the horror of the thought of Juvia dying in his arms. Self-hatred peered through the other emotions as Gray remembered that he was the reason. She could see now and could hear how much pain he was finding her lifeless body next to his. Self-hatred jumped into the frontline, pushing doubt and pain into the back burner. What he hated the most was that he was alive because of Juvia.

 Tears brimmed Juvia’s blue eyes, the calm ocean brewing into raging seas. Looking into Gray’s memories, Juvia could feel all the self-loathing, the powerful hate that turned Gray against his own best-friend, almost killing him. Then, the relief of finding out that Juvia was alive. The powerful emotions transfixed her in her place as they overwhelmed Juvia one after the other.

 Gray wiped the corner of her eyes with the back of his thumb. “It wasn’t your fault.” He’d hate himself more than ever if he made her feel like his insecurities were Juvia’s responsibility. He rested his forehead against Juvia’s and whispered the words one more time.

 “You need to know, Juvia, I did what I did because…”

 Gray’s breath hitched in his throat.

 “because…” but as he struggled to say the words, Gray decided to become a man of action. What’s the point of saying it since Juvia practically could just read his mind. “because…”

 Gray experimentally brushed his lips against Juvia’s.

 They’re so soft… and warm.

 He tilted his head and brushed his lips against hers once again.

 “because…”

 Gray chanted between kisses until he got tired of saying ‘because’. He placed his open palm behind her head and held her against him so he could have a taste Juvia over and over again. The ice-mage was the one who broke the kiss. He rested his head against Juvia’s as the two inexperienced couple catch their breaths.

 “because?” But even with that breath-taking kiss, Juvia still wanted to hear the words. When she tried to look into his thoughts, it surprised Juvia that she couldn’t see or hear anything.

 “Gray-sama!” She jumped in surprise. “Juvia can’t seem to read Gray-sama’s mind!”

 “What? How is that possible?”

 Gray was confused. He wasn’t sure whether to be happy about or not.

 “How about this? What am I thinking?”

 Nothing. Juvia shook her head. She couldn’t hear or see anything.

 “So you’ve lost the ability?”

 It sounded more like a rhetoric question. But even if Juvia couldn’t see into the ice-mage’s mind, she could read his expression. It seemed to Juvia that Gray wasn’t too happy about the news as she expected.

 Because the truth was that Gray was a little regretful about it not finding about the temporary ability.

 “Not even my…” tested Gray.

 Juvia tried to muster her mind-reading power again. But nothing. She could read nothing. The water-mage gently shook her head no.

 “That’s alright.”

 Gray pulled her in a gentle embrace. He sighed into her blue locks, satisfactorily and, honestly, a little wistfully.

 “But Juvia wants to hear it, even just once.”

 She said against his chest, muffling her words. But Gray heard it. He may not have her ability to read minds, but he heard her loud and clear.

 He wasn’t sure though which words she wanted to hear: the L word or the M fantasy?

 …

 Kamada, Camellia City’s esteemed but easily fooled City Mayor, dropped her pen and allowed herself a little smile. By now the girl with the blue hair and golden heart must had realized her dream.

 When she looked into the young lady’s heart she knew, just like most women in love, their darkest, deepest desire was to know what was inside their lover’s heart.

 Kamada closed the Book of Desires and hid it inside the drawer on her right. She stretched her arms out before she walked to her window. The granter of wishes looked down on the busy streets. It was late but the citizens of Camellia busied themselves around the city that never slept. Kamada heaved out a long sigh. Another long day has passed but one dream was realized. Thinking about the blue-haired mage, she was happy and satisfied. The water-mage was a simple person with a simple request. It has been awhile since she met a pure-hearted soul. Mostly, Kamada had to grant such lavish and earthly wishes: a mansion in the city; ten carriages; successful business; all fleeting. The young water-mage was different. Her heart never desired those material things. She knew what was more important than earthly possessions. Kamada was glad she came across such a beautiful-hearted girl. Now, Kamada couldn’t wait to tuck in bed.

 Before the old lady shut the curtains closed to keep the moonlight from entering her room, a satisfied smile crept up her thin lips. She may be a granter of wishes but she knew, somewhere in Magnolia, one fantasy was coming to life.

 “Welcome home, Gray-sama.”

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Writer’s Corner: Alright, we’re in Day 3 baby and this one I like. Dangit I really, really want that Gruvia kiss!!! So there, I put it in there. Hehe. I’m sure that’s how it is in tsundere Gray’s brain, don’t you think? Also, of course, of course he has that fantasy.

Fun fact:

Kamada is a Hindu name which means "granting wishes". Red Camellia symbolize love, passion, and deep desire.

All fitting, huh? And some of you may recognize the phrase "deepest and darkest desire"? Anyone here watching Lucifer? hahaha

Drop some love and reblog! #GruviaForever

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anon your MIND… 

 YE━(｡･`ω´･｡)ゞ ━S!!

Idk if you meant this as a request but I did it!!! I hope you like this incredibly spur of the moment, university wicked au lmfaoaoooo

5kish words, gen, asmo/solomon

“I can’t concentrate on coursework or go to bed if you’ve got someone moaning in your bed every other night.”

“Sounds like a personal problem,” Asmo sniffs, and Solomon very quickly finds the situation slipping through his fingers. All of his phenomenally constructed arguments for why Asmo should be a respectful roommate have disintegrated in the face of Asmo’s pure obstinance. “Besides, where would I take my partners if not to my room?”

“Their rooms. A car. A bathroom.  A dark alcove somewhere. I don’t care--anywhere else but here.”

Pls keep in mind a bunch of small notes:

-I haven’t seen Wicked, only listened to the soundtrack! I don’t remember what happened to make them room together/much of the plot hahaha. This is less of a wicked au and more a magical college au, whoooo~ -I made up so much shit for this. I was pulling lore outta my ass like nobody’s business -Everyone is human! -I skipped around a lot, so if there’s something that doesn’t make sense pls ask and I’ll clarify hahaha, I wanted to keep this short!! (is,.... 5k short...)

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“We're all supposedly the best of the best, and yet none of us could stop a burst pipe," Solomon bemoans the status of their old dormitory.

“In our defense, it happened in the middle of the night and we had no idea what was going on?" Simeon offers, tilting his head with a sympathetic smile.

"But midway through the semester!" Solomon won't admit that the loss of one of his few friends being constantly at his side is more daunting than he thought it would be. Simeon is a phenomenal roommate, and understands Solomon better than anyone.

With the unfortunate mad dash to get all the affected students into new, undamaged rooms, the two of them are being split up, and now Solomon will have to get used to another, likely annoying roommate.

"I never realized you were this dependent on me." Simeon teases, and Solomon glares at him. Simeon swirls himself around in Solomon’s desk chair while Solomon walks by, cardboard box in his arms. Just to annoy him, his foot shoots out to stop Simeon mid-spin, and Simeon huffs, looking up at him.  

“Didn’t you say you were going to help?” Solomon asks.

Simeon laughs.

“You asked me to come help move boxes? I thought it was for sure because of you freaking out at getting a new roommate.” Solomon’s lips quirk downwards, and turns his head away with a scoff as he brings the box to the corner of his new dorm. Simeon props an elbow up on Solomon’s desk and watches the other.

“What could you possibly do to help with that?” Solomon asks, palm pressing to the box and releasing the sealing spell on it. “Do you have a solution for this?”

He gestures at the other half of the (thankfully) large room.

Instead of the traditional bunk bed and lower desk set like on Solomon's side of the room, the other half of the room consists of a large wardrobe as additional closet space, an extravagant vanity filled with beauty products, and a nest. A massive nest of pillows, sheets, and blankets—describing it feels ridiculous, but to look on its glory is surprisingly enticing. It does look… very comfortable.

“I think it looks rather nice,” Simeon examines the fairy lights strung up around the walls near the bed. The edges of his roommate's influence barely encroach onto what Solomon would consider to be his side, but as he’s the one imposing on this person’s space halfway into the year… he’ll bite his tongue.

Realistically, there’s no reason for RAD to have shared dorm rooms--the school is prestigious enough that each student could probably get their own living suite… but the chancellor of their particular location is the direct son of the president. He’s a bit eccentric, and enthusiastically vocal about the benefits of shared dorms as integral to the relationships they develop with their peers.

(There are things Solomon’s heard of him too: how he’s the youngest person in his role, how despite the accusations of nepotism he’s completely taken the magical community by storm in his unconventional approach to education.

An interesting man that Solomon would enjoy meeting face to face, rather than admire on a podium, even if he is quite handsome.)

Simeon purses his lips, before snapping his fingers, “A privacy screen?”

Solomon rolls his eyes hard enough that they feel like falling out of his sockets.

“I don’t know why you’re so up in arms about this. I’m sure your roommate will be fine,” Simeon says then, gentle--Solomon looks at the opposite side of the room and has his doubts. “It’ll be good for you to try making more than three friends, you know.”

Taking the books out of the box and lining them up on the shelves of the book case, Solomon tosses a glance back at Simeon.

Simeon isn’t wrong.

Solomon could be the most powerful sorcerer in the world, but it means absolutely nothing if he can’t effectively operate in the modern magical community. Maybe if he was born several hundred years earlier he could have swept up the world in the sheer magnitude of his power, but nowadays, politics infect everything. Solomon can’t patent a spell to wipe his ass without a sponsor, and no one wants to sponsor the intense kid with a bad attitude.

His ability to cast magic without any kind of aide or incantation launched him into the spotlight at an early age. Solomon has always been aware of what other people thought of him. When empty praise didn’t ingratiate his sycophants to him, it just as easily turned to criticism; kids are cruel, after all. As a result, Solomon has always struggled connecting with others.

By the time he realized he would have to work on his people skills to get anywhere, he was halfway through high school with a bad reputation, no friends, and no open doors.

(Funnily enough, it was around the same time that he met Simeon that he realized he needed to be less of an asshole if he was to ever get anywhere in life.

Simeon has been integral in teaching Solomon "how to person", as he puts it.)

“Who’s your new roommate, anyway?” Simeon asks when Solomon doesn’t respond to his comment. “I don’t think you said their name.”

"Did I not?” Solomon hums, “It’s someone named Mephistopheles.”

“Mephistopheles?” Simeon parrots, head tilting to the side, “Didn’t he get expelled?”

As Solomon opens his mouth to question Simeon, the door handle jiggles as someone unlocks it.

It swings open unceremoniously, followed by the quiet moans and shuffling of clothes as two people stumble inside the threshold. Simeon and Solomon can only watch in stunned silence as the taller, curly haired man presses a shorter woman against the wall, his face fully obscured in the curve of her neck as he lavishes it in open mouthed kisses.

Her eyelids flutter, he must be doing a great job--but the second she makes eye contact with Solomon, she shrieks.

“Asmo, Asmo wait--” The girl bats at his chest, her face bright red, “There’s people here!” Asmo pulls his face away from her skin to look at the room, a gorgeous smile on his face as he notices the others does not falter in the slightest.

“Oh, you’re Solomon!” Asmo smiles, before looking at Simeon, “And you’re Simeon. Lovely to meet you both.” Solomon looks at Simeon for some kind of hint as to what the fuck he should do here,  but Simeon also seems at a loss. Before either of them can say anything, Asmo slides a hand up the girl’s side to cup her cheek, speaking to them even as he stares deep into her eyes.

“Now, would the two of you kindly get out?”

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The rest of living with Asmo is pretty much a continued repeat of their first meeting. Multiple times a week, sometimes once or twice in a day. Solomon has no fucking clue how someone like Asmo gets any schoolwork done, or hell, when the other gets sleep?

Regardless, it’s two weeks of Asmo getting laid and Solomon not getting proper amounts of sleep, and he’s sick of it.

“There need to be,” Solomon grimaces, swirling around in his desk chair but faltering as Asmo emerges from the bathroom, toweling his hair and jeans hanging low on his hips, “...ground rules.”

Asmo tilts his head, “Rules?” He says the words like it’s a foreign language, new and clunky in his pretty mouth. Solomon wants to sock him.

“You can’t keep bringing partners back here,” Solomon says. Asmo goes back to toweling his perfect fucking hair.

“And why is that?”

“I can’t concentrate on coursework or go to bed if you’ve got someone moaning in your bed every other night.”

“Sounds like a personal problem,” Asmo sniffs, and Solomon very quickly finds the situation slipping through his fingers. All of his phenomenally constructed arguments for why Asmo should be a respectful roommate have disintegrated in the face of Asmo’s pure obstinance. “Besides, where would I take my partners if not to my bedroom?”

“Their rooms. A dark alcove somewhere. A car. A bathroom. I don’t care--anywhere else but here.”

Asmo ponders this for a moment, before he shrugs his shoulders as he walks across the room to his drawers by the window, “Nope. I don’t think that’s considerate for them.” He digs through to presumably find a shirt, and Solomon bites the bullet.

“You’re on academic probation, aren’t you?” Solomon says, and Asmo freezes with his back turned to Solomon, tension evident in the line of his shoulders. When he turns around, his expression is colder than anything Solomon’s ever seen directed at him. In his brother Levi’s words, there it is: the infamous Bitch Smile.

“I didn’t know you cared about gossip,” Asmo looks like a dragon picking his teeth with human bones as he sits against the window sill.

The afternoon light drifting in through the sheer curtains casts him in an ethereal glow, and Solomon bites back his unnecessary request for Asmo to move out of such flattering lighting so he can negotiate with him properly.

“I don’t, which is how I know it’s true.”

“And? What? You’re going to try and blackmail me with this information?” Asmo sneers, but even crippling distaste is an attractive look for the other.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Solomon scoffs, “I’m offering to tutor you.”

Asmo blinks at that.

“I won’t tell anyone. You know my grades. Half of our required classes are together, so it’s not like it would put me under any more stress than not sleeping. And I’m not unreasonable,” Solomon says, “If you must bring people over, just let me know in advance and I’ll go to a coffee shop or the library. I do need to sleep, so I want them out by nine or ten at the latest.”

Asmo doesn’t immediately say no like Solomon thought he would, so things are already going much better than he expected. However, it still does not prepare him for Asmo’s response.

“Fine. Is that all you want?” He asks, and Solomon pointedly ignores the double entendre.  

“I want one of the shelves in the bathroom cabinet,” Solomon blurts, because Asmo has too many beauty products and there’s no space for him in the current set up. Asmo’s brow rises, even as his mouth twist into a wry, surprised smile.

“Maybe.”

“I can work with maybe,” Solomon smiles in return, standing and extending his hand out for a shake. “It’s a deal, then?”

Asmo stares at the hand, his expression unreadable, before something seems to break. He pushes off the window sill and in a few short strides, huffing with laughter, “What’s with the handshake? So formal.”

Solomon doesn’t rise to the bait even if there is a light dusting of pink on his cheeks. This is the first time they’ve touched, he realizes as his magic hums as Asmo’s hand is warm and steady in his own.

“It’s a deal.” Asmo says, and there’s a hint of interest in his eyes as he seems to see Solomon in a new light.

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Solomon doesn’t mean to overhear it. He spends so much time in RAD’s library that it’s essentially his second home.

“How’s your shady roommate?” He hears a voice say, and it’s familiar enough to jarr Solomon from his thoughts.

A tinkling laugh, and Solomon blinks in realization. Asmo? Solomon tries to not eavesdrop, tries so hard to not let his interest wander from the potion formula in front of him, because it really has been giving him trouble...

“He’s not bad. Too stiff. Looks great when he comes out of the shower,” Asmo purrs. Solomon feels the bright pink blush rise to his cheeks. They’re talking openly about this in a library, of all places. RAD’s library is unreasonably huge, though--even on a busy weekday, one could be several aisles away from another human being in this space.

They’re both taking the same potions class, so it’s not too far off the mark that they’d both be in the same area looking for reading materials. Solomon should really just leave before he hears anything else that makes his ears burn.

“I don’t trust him.” Asmo’s brother, Satan, says. Of course. Solomon grinds his teeth. Asmo hmms.

“He definitely has a weird powerful vibe about him. I don’t blame you. His face just looks like he’s up to something,” Solomon swallows the spike of hurt that hits at Asmo’s words, even if he’s heard them before. Two months since he started tutoring Asmo. Three months since he moved in. Their cohabitation isn’t domestic, but it is at least civil. “I’ve seen him sleep but I don’t believe it, you know? I’ve never seen him do anything for fun. He’s so pent up and proper that I’m not sure how he does it.”

“He doesn’t.” Satan tsks, “You’ve heard about what happened, right?” Solomon feels his blood run cold.

That was different. It was an accident. He was a child. He was weak then. Solomon would never do anything like that on purpose again. Surely, surely Asmo wouldn’t--

“Of course! It figures though, all the super powerful kids are fucked in the head. But other than that, he’s not bad.”

But he’s not bad. But he’s not bad. As if Solomon would ever settle for not bad after such an callous description of his person. Fury, the kind that makes his magic churn under his skin at a rolling boil, rises in him: at Satan, at Asmo, at himself for.. For what? Believing that Asmo may actually have been different? That they could have been friends?

“What was that?” Satan asks, likely sensing the swirl of Solomon’s magic.

Cursing inwardly, he wrangles his wild emotions under control through years of practice. He will not prove them right. Solomon closes his textbook. His chair screeches against the floor as he stands, Satan and Asmo crossing out of the aisle into the open study area where Solomon has been seated, completely unhidden.

“Were you eavesdropping?” Satan accuses, his bright green eyes sharp and disdainful.

Years and years of diligently studying. Never losing his temper. His single minded determination to better himself has erected a wall that others look on in contempt. Do not prove them right about you, Solomon tells himself, nails digging into his palms hard enough to leave red crescent marks. Do not let the rumors be true.

He cannot look at Asmo, so instead, he smiles at Satan.

“No,” Solomon laughs, and the politeness in it is so fake that it hurts, “I was studying for the same test that Asmo is studying for. Voices carry quite well in a library.”

Satan glances at Asmo, but Solomon still cannot look at him. Tossing his book haphazardly into his bag, he throws it over his shoulder.

“I’ll leave the two of you to it, then.”

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“Solomon, hey, wait!” Solomon is not running away, but he has a very brisk pace and does not feel bad when Asmo has to job to catch up with him. “Listen, about what I said--”

Solomon stops sharply enough that Asmo almost runs into him, but Solomon uses his magic to help steady Asmo. It isn’t to be helpful, it’s to stop Asmo from getting close enough to touch him, as if that will protect him from all of these hurt, churning emotions. He exhales through his nose.

“Since you’re actually taking the time to go to the library… I don’t think you need my help anymore.” Solomon forces himself to look at Asmo, steeling himself against whatever petulant expression is probably on the other’s face.

“Right?”

Asmo’s face is not petulant in the slightest. He seems… upset? Solomon feels the beast snarl inside him, a lick of rage at the downtrodden expression on the other’s face. He gets caught shit talking him openly and then has the gall to look hurt when he gets his free tutoring cut off? Asmo’s family is disgustingly rich and well connected. Let him lose his pride and ask them for help.

Solomon will last the year. He and Simeon will room together next year. Asmodeus will not be what breaks him.

Asmo falters at the intensity of Solomon’s gaze, the severity of his words.

“... Right.” Asmo says, and Solomon lets his feet carry him away before either of them say anything else.

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After a week of tense, peaceful avoidance, Satan dropping into the seat opposite him at the campus coffee shop is the last thing Solomon expects.

“I apologize for my conduct the other day.”

Solomon blinks at him.

What is Satan doing here? Irritation immediately blossoms in his chest--he may not be furious anymore, but that doesn’t mean he wants to see Satan, nor had he expected to.

After cancelling their tutoring sessions, he’s made it a point to spend as little time in their (when had it become their room? It was always Asmo’s room at first) room as possible. Sure, it means spending garbage amounts of money on overpriced coffee and shitty wi-fi when the library gets too stuffy, but at least he can breathe.

None of that explains why Satan is here. Apologizing to him. Surely it must be some kind of a trap? A childish prank? Really? Would Asmo stoop so low? He doesn’t know either of these brothers enough to truly say. It’s best for him to be polite for now, until he can figure out Satan’s true motiv--

“You realize that a lot of people don’t trust you because there’s a moment on your face where you look like you’re actively plotting, and then you say some polite nonsense,” Satan says, and Solomon’s brain stops like a record screeching.

“Is this really an apology.” Solomon says, drily. Satan shrugs his shoulders.

“That was an observation. This is the apology.” Satan clears his throat, looking Solomon straight in the eyes. “It was unbecoming of me to speak of you like that in public. I should know better, and I’m sorry.”

“It’s what you thought,” Solomon says, because it’s true. It’s what they all think, and for a good chunk of his life, Solomon rarely tried to make them think differently.

“It was ignorant.” Satan’s bright green eyes stare into his own, and Solomon senses no dishonesty in his words. When Solomon speaks, he finds that he actually might believe them.

“Apology accepted.” Now leave me alone.

Satan narrows his eyes, “Really?” Solomon resists the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Yes, really.”

“Will you speak to my brother again, then?”

“It’s a little presumptuous of you to ask for my forgiveness and a favor in the same breath.”

“Asmo flunked the last test,” Satan says, in lieu of a proper answer, “He’s in a world of shit at the moment.”

“Why doesn’t he try flirting with the professor?” Solomon scoffs.

Satan props his chin up on his hand with a lopsided smile that’s far more relaxed than he’s ever seen from the fourth brother, “That’s the thing, he hasn’t. Lucifer chewed him out about it and he took it with his tail between his legs rather than kick up a fit about it too.” Solomon’s quick mind lets him skip over the next lines of whatever shitty banter they’ve got to reach Satan’s point.

“You want me to tutor him again.” Solomon asks in disbelief, despite himself. Satan snorts and leans back.

“Nothing so pedantic as that,” Satan waves the notion away, “Just stop avoiding him at every turn, and hear what he has to say. If you’re still mad at him after that, then that’s perfectly reasonable too, considering my brother is one of the biggest assholes to ever exist. He’s unbearably dramatic when he gets into fights with his friends.”

“... Friends?”

Satan stares at him like he’s grown another head, “Obviously.”

Solomon laughs so hard, he’s sure that he’s confirmed all of Satan’s weird opinions of him.

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“Solomon?” Asmo breathes his name, hand lingering on the doorknob as he enters the room to see Solomon sitting in his desk chair.

“Satan talked to me,” Solomon says, reveling in the stunned look on Asmo’s face, before crossing his arms, ”He apologized for what he said. And then he asked me to at least hear you out because you’re sulking.”  Asmo pouts at Satan’s words, and Solomon quirks his brow.

“Is he wrong?”

In response to this, Asmo’s face looks pained, lips pressing together as he glances to the side. He’s like a petulant child, Solomon thinks, even if he’s somehow still amused by the other’s expression.

When Asmo looks at Solomon, and he throws his hands up in the air,  “I shouldn’t have said it. There, are you happy?”

“Not really,” Solomon admits, “I understand why your brother might think that of me, but to hear it from someone that I’m helping out...” He adds a little bit of a softer, sadder tone to his voice to make Asmo writhe, and ha, does it work.

Asmo groans, ruffling his hands through his hair, “Alright, I’m a dick! Are you happy? I’m a gossipy bitch and I say things I shouldn’t. You helped me out and I.. took advantage of it. I’m sorry!” Asmo’s arms cross, and he looks so genuinely uncomfortable that Solomon wants to laugh.  

“You’re terrible at this. I was confused as to why Satan might say I can still be mad at you after you say your piece but.. I get it. You’re even worse than he is at it, dare I say.”

“You haven’t met our eldest brother,” Asmo sniffs, before continuing, “Besides, words and emotions are hard, bodies are easier,” Asmo shrugs, like it’s the simplest thing in the world.

“You sound like a bad high school drama,” Solomon scoffs, rolling over Asmo’s affronted gasp, “In any case, I heard you flunked the last test we shared. Maybe if you spent less time flirting with the TA in that class, you could retain the information on the board.” Solomon brings his knuckles to his chin, holding his elbow in his other palm.

“It can’t be helped. If we can get you set up with some extra credit there and you ace the next few exams that should keep your grade above water.” Solomon runs the numbers in his head, but Asmo is waving his hands in the air.

“Wait, wait, waaaait! You’re forgiving me?”

“I’m considering it. You have to make it up to me somehow, but as for the tutoring.. we’re too close to exams for me to want to deal with another roommate if you get yourself suspended. I don’t have blackmail material on anyone else, unfortunately.” Solomon’s kidding about the blackmail, but Asmo deserves a little ribbing after that awful apology.

Although Asmo doesn’t seem offended by the joke. No, it actually seems to be... the opposite? As he speaks, Asmo’s looking at him with a blinding smile.

“Are you listening to me?” Solomon frowns, knocked off balance by Asmo’s expression, “Because if you aren’t, I swear i’m going to--”

A flurry of motion, Asmo crosses the space of their room quicker than Solomon’s ever seen him.

Asmo’s hand cups his face, the other lands on his hip; Solomon has very little time to think, because Asmo’s gorgeous face is in centimeters away from his own. The scent of Asmo’s perfume fills his senses, rendering him stunned--Asmo glances down at his parted lips, and then back up at Solomon’s eyes.

Asmo kisses him, and Solomon’s magic blows out the fuses in their entire building.

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In the chaos of their plunge into darkness, Solomon’s hands shooting out to shove Asmo back accidentally activates his magic, and Asmo stumbles a few paces further before falling to the ground.

“Ah,” Asmo yelps, at the same time Solomon rises from his seat, “What the hell, Asmo?”

They’re not in total darkness, thanks to the dim light from the streetlamps outside, but it still takes Solomon’s eyes a few seconds to adjust. Asmo’s vague form is still seated on the floor, propped up on his elbows.

“What was that?” He demands, still haunted by the firm press of Asmo’s lips against his. Asmo shifts to get up, and Solomon’s arm immediately reaches out to offer his assistance. Asmo huffs at the motion, but takes his hand anyway.

“I thought I could make it up to you this way.”

“By offering to, what, make out with me?” Solomon says, disbelief mounting. Asmo shrugs his shoulders, one hand trailing up Solomon’s hip.

“Sure, we could do that. We could do whatever you want,” and now that Solomon’s eyes have adjusted to the dim lighting, he can see the coy smile playing at Asmo’s lips, “I see how you look at me, how could you not? Besides, you’re quite handsome yourself…” Asmo purrs, his free hand reaching up to graze against Solomon’s blushing cheeks.

For a moment, Solomon hesitates--Asmo is gorgeous. Even if Solomon were deaf to the campus’ adoration of him, he would have to be blind as well to not realize that just by existing near Asmo. There’s always a mix of challenging and inviting in his eyes, an ease that shows itself in all of his movements. Asmo exudes a level of sensual energy that is a powerful skill in its own right, and Solomon is a healthy young adult…

But Solomon has no desire to fall into Asmo’s bed like another one of his hundreds of admirers, clamoring to get into the other’s bed space. He has more important things in mind.  

“That’s not what I meant by making it up to me!” Solomon is very proud of his voice not cracking as he pushes Asmo’s hand away, and the coquettish expression is quickly replaced by Asmo’s pout.

“Well, how else am I supposed to show you how truly repentant I am!” He whines at his failed seduction.

“I can’t even begin to explain how screwed up that is, Asmo.” Solomon groans, running his hand through his hair, “You could have offered me another shelf in the bathroom cabinet or more sink space and I would have considered it a start.”  

Asmo blinks, tilting his head to the side, “... Really? That’s all you want?” He seems stunned that someone would turn down his body.

“Now that I know you were going to offer your body, half of the sink sounds too fucking small, doesn’t it?” Solomon retorts, and Asmo laughs.

A loud knock startles both of them out of their conversation, and he hears the muffled voice of their RA from the other side.

“Are you alright in there? There’s been a power outage -- will you be alright casting magelight, or do you need flashlights?”

Solomon, in desperate need of a reprieve from Asmo’s… Asmo-ness… goes to open the door as the RA speaks. After a quick exchange of assuring the doting senior in their pajamas, Solomon shuts the door with a sigh. When he turns around, Asmo is seated in his desk chair with a soft pink magelight floating idly nearby. Asmo seems to be deep in thought, and Solomon approaches him with slight hesitation.

As soon as Solomon gets closer, Asmo’s gaze snaps up to look at him so suddenly that Solomon almost balks.

“I know what I can do for you,” Asmo says, his eyes twinkling with mischief and utter glee. The pink light casts an almost eerie, and somehow still enticing shadow on the other’s face.  

Solomon isn’t too proud to admit he’s terrified by whatever Asmo is about to offer.

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“... So you didn’t sleep with him?” Simeon asks, and Solomon chokes on his tea.

“What! Of course not!” He coughs through his instantaneous response, pounding his fist on his chest. “He said… oh hell, I can’t say this, it’s ridiculous.” Solomon covers his face with his hands, an unbidden blush rising to his cheeks.

“He said he was going to make me popular,” Solomon groans, a little quieter in volume. Simeon is silent for a long enough time that Solomon takes his face out of his hands to look at him questioningly, but Simeon’s got one hand over his mouth as he shakes in stifled amusement.

“Wh--” At Solomon’s confused expression, Simeon is unable to contain himself any longer, bursting into a loud fit of laughter. Simeon throws his arms around Solomon in a crushing hug, even as Solomon tries to shove his way out of it.

“Oh, this is going to be great.”  

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I feel like this would definitely be considered #crack or #ooc slightly because it’s always hard to translate personalities that are defined by specific experiences (such as being alive for thousands of years) into any AU, but especially ones where they’re only 19/20 year olds lmaaoo

Facets of their personalities I tried to keep: Solomon’s ambition/the fact that people think he’s so shifty, and Asmo’s sexual bravado/blatant insecurities of his person. Who knows if that comes off here, but hey, I had fun lkajflaks

As always, ty for reading!!! I appreciate your kind words and responses on my stuff ;w;