#and it wont have heavy angst lol

[tiredandwireds-blog]

@jennalistening i got u

Ok here's a list of all the best Dick and Damian(mostly with father/son dynamics) fics imo. Pls dont judge me.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40095006

The Stowaway (5099 words) by LittleLadybugs

Short sweet and fluffy! Damian sneaks a cat into the penthouse and struggles to keep it hidden. At least Dick always has his back!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32923282

Emergency Contact by DawnsEternalLight for grousemouse

Hilarious and cute! Damian gets attacked on a school trip and is just the way youd expect him to be lol. Dick freaks out ofc

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49322866

my shoulders are heavy already by a_alene

Ughhh its sooo goodddd! Damian and Dick sickfic cannot recommend enoughhh plsplspls read ittt

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36304804

a chance to celebrate by emavee

So cuteee! The batfam throws a party to celebrate Dick adopting Damian. Its such a cute story that gives insight into each characters feelings and its also fluffy as hell!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46392967

Father's Day (we were the best) by InkpotSprite

Damian decides to celebrate Dick on Mother's and Father's Day lol cute and absolutely hilarious!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40260231

I'll Carry You by BrickSheep

BrickSheep puts it best with the tag Comfort No Hurt. Its exactly as the title says dick carries damian and i get a rush of dopamine lol

https://archiveofourown.org/series/890946

I Saw Grayson Kissing Santa Claus by pupeez4eva

Damian becomes convinced Santa is after Dick Bruce is confused and Jason is evil. So pretty par for the course lol. Tbh tho this fic had me laughing so hard my sides hurt an absolute beautiful nightmare to read

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51531457

The Ping-Pong Wars by fadesfanfic

Stephanie and Damian bonding! Dick being worried over Damian! And oh the shenanigans! Its beautiful and sweet and funny and iloveitsomuchhh

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28186434

Paint Cans and Sneaking Out by CarrionCarnival

Damian sneaks out to do some graffiti and tries not to get caught lol. Cute and fun. A whole new look for Damian that I loveee

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22544392

The R Stands for – by Cirth

A beautifully written look into Damian's adjustment to his new home. Honestly made me cry ngl but sometimes you need that

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52221118

Obsolete Tools and Tangible Miseries by Corybantic

Ok we def in angst territory now gang! Damian thinks hes nothong but a weapon and Dick helps convince him otherwise. Read at your own risk cause i was sobbinggg

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37052449

the city without stars in its skies by Alienu

Ok i literally just reread this one anddd. Ughhhh im dyingggg. Damian is sent to kill Officer Dick Grayson you see where this is goinggg its so gooddd plsreadplsreadplsread

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40538418

Home Is Where the Heart Is by LittleLadybugs

Ok ill admit this ones more batfam focused then just dick and dami but still. So good. Dick is adopted by Slade not Bruce and goes running to blüdhaven to hide from him. Sadly the Birds wont leave hime alone

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22395412

Not by Blood, Maybe by Heart by Ellegrine

Ok we back to fluff now lol. Damian loves his brothers even if he never says it. In this fic he shows it by protecting Dicks honor lol

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18296282

Still the Best by Cdelphiki

3 great fics all in one spot! Literally some of the best stuff ive ever read! Iloveitiloveitiloveit pls readdd

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10918887

Catch Me (All Records Indicate) by Engineerd

The evolution of the nickname lil D. Cute and so sweet. Short but such a comfort read

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29866386

This Too Shall Pass by DarthPeezy

Just oh. just so so goodddd. Another gorgeous look at Damian adjusting to his new life with the batfam tho this one is more plot directed and ohmygosh did that plot have me in a death grip

And finally my top 2 fav fics:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19718083

Throughout Infinity by flumen

Damian is sent to an alternate universe and meets young justice Dick and crew. Ok no summary i can do will do this fic justice just know i read this in one sitting and immediately felt my sense of priorities and my mind shift. No joke this changed me.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2021464

3:16 by partingxshot

AAAHHHH

Ok now i can talk abt this. Im in the process of rereading this AGAIN bc i literally cannot be left alone. Ok quick summary: each chapter follows Dick and Damian adjusting to their new life as Batman and Robin. I feel like most everyone who is in love with the dynamic between Dick and Damian has read this fic but i cant leave it out bc its literally my fav fic EVER. i will never be normal abt this fic if you havent read it yet plspls do

[wonuwrites]

OT13 Seventeen’s Reaction to you being a Swiftie during “The Tortured Poets Department” release date.

A/N: It’s been an emotional 24ish hours because Taylor Swift gave us 31 fucking new songs and they all hurt so good. Expect some angsty things from me based off some of these songs soon LOL. Side note, this wont be perfect because it’s 1:30 am and I’m feeling feelings. I hope y’all enjoy regardless.

Warning: minor angst, major fluff, mentions some alcohol stuff, The Tortured Poets Department is an emotional roller coaster and has some heavy topics. Listen at own risk but also hear the tea LMAO

P.S dedicating this to @lavnderwonu bc yup. #wow

✫ S Coups

Seungcheol walked through the door at 2 am and saw you sitting at the kitchen table with a worn out look on your face. He noticed in front of you, ice cream that had been half melted waiting for you to take another bite. He knew that you were waiting up for Taylor Swifts new album and from what he had heard from you, this potentially would be the saddest album to date. Yes, even more sad than Red. He stood there for a while unsure what to say which made you look up at him.

“Babe… she released a double album. We’ve been clowning a double since 1989 era back in 2014 and she finally did it.”

He raised an eyebrow at this and sat next to you, “well thats good right? Your clowning was finally successful?”

You scoffed before rubbing your mouth and looking him in the eyes, “I mean yeah, but like. It’s so fucking sad. I can’t believe he did this to her.”

Seungcheol just softly smiled while taking the spoon from your hand so he could scoop himself some ice cream as well. He didn’t know much about Taylor lore but he did think she was a talented artist. “Well I got a few hours, show me the album.”

✫ Jeonghan

Jeonghan found your love for Taylor to be precious. So when he found out in February she was releasing a new album he asked if there was anything he could do to help prepare you for the album release.

That’s when you decided to do a Swiftie 101 with Jeonghan and told him all the lore behind whats been going on since the Reputation Era to now. At first he was skeptical at having to need to know that much background information but he learned to love watching you talk about something you cared about so passionately.

When it was time for the album to be released, he was ready. He wrote down questions he had while you both listened to the album because he didn’t want to interrupt your experience of listening to the song for the first time. He held your hand when “So Long London” came on and coo’d when you cried during “loml” while wiping a tear from your eye. He made a mental note to thank Taylor Swift if he ever met her for being able to give his partner and him a bonding experience.

✫Joshua

Hell, Joshua was with you on the couch and clowning with you while watching the Grammys. You were positive Reputation (Taylor’s Version) was going to be announced at the Grammys and tbh Joshua believed your assumptions were right as always.

When Taylor announced her new album instead of Reputation TV, both of your mouths dropped. It was a new era. You both then decided to start planning on spending time with each other that night. He knew he was pushing it just a bit because Seventeens album was coming out the next week but he also knew he wanted to be there for you in case it was emotional. Which, was pretty much a given it was going to be because it was called “The Tortured Poets Department.”

When the day finally came, you both made friendship bracelets and ate some snacks while enjoying the mastery of her pen. You both found the album to be extremely well done.

✫Jun

Jun was not sure what to expect when you had become a bit distant the last few weeks. You were talking to him less and less and it honestly was causing him some concerns. Did he do something wrong? Were you dying? Were you okay?

He decided to do what anyone would do and come over unannounced with flowers and your favorite Take Out. He was not expecting to see you sobbing on the couch with smeared eyeliner and mascara as you were reading the lyrics to a new song off of Taylor’s new album called “The Prophecy.”

You didn’t notice Jun standing there awkward as your heart broke into a million pieces as you thought about how you were before you met Jun. You were so blessed to have him in your life but you just felt sick that Blondie was feeling that way. Once the song ended you finally saw Jun and started crying harder and that’s when it hit him.

Album release day.

Similar thing had happened after Midnights dropped and you heard “You’re On Your Own Kid.” He then brought over your food and listened while you babbled to him about “The Prophecy” and why it was the saddest song you had ever heard.

✫Hoshi

“Hey Soonyoung I have a question for you,” you asked him while spinning Ramen around in your bowl. This made your boyfriend look up worried. One because you called him his real name and not “baby” and two, he never could tell what type of question you would ask.

He cleared his throat while giving you a concerned look which made you giggle. That giggle made his fears increase but he decided to humor you. Maybe you were finally going to ask him something simple like: “would you still love me if I was a worm?”

However, he just wasn’t that lucky.

“So Taylor Swift’s album “The Tortured Poets Department” is coming out soon and I was wondering if you could break up with me before it so I can feel it.”

Soonyoung was absolutely flabbergasted and shook his head no quickly. This made you while and pathetically try to beg but Soonyoung stood his ground and crossed his arms.

“Baby, you’re going to have to use imagination for that because I can’t ever break up with you. Just thinking of doing that hurts me.”

“I know baby, but hear me out, this album is rumored to be about her breakup of 6 years. I wanna cry with her.” Soonyoung shook his head no again with his lips pursed. He knew you loved Taylor but he loved you so much more. He’d do anything for you but not that. Even if it was temporary or fake.

✫ Wonwoo

Similarly to Jeonghan, Wonwoo got the Swiftie 101 class except yours happened while y’all were snuggling before bed randomly one evening.

Therefore, he knew the drill and knew how to be a supportive Swiftie boyfriend. Did he have your favorite wine? Check. Did he have tissues? Check. Did he have a shoulder to cry on if you needed it? You’re in luck, he has two!

He poured you both a glass of wine as you pressed play on Fortnight (which he was looking forward to because Post Malone is the man.) After a few songs you had already downed your wine and he quickly refilled it making you blush and thank him quietly. You both then listened to the remainder of the album and he’d give the famous wonu smile whenever you were guessing who the songs were about. Heck, after a while, even he joined in on the guessing game.

✫Woozi

Unknown to you, Jihoon had pre-saved TTPD and listened to it in his studio within a minute of it coming out. While he didn’t know about the lore or any behind the scenes things about Taylor Swift he focused on the lyrics and production of the songs and was impressed. He made little notes to talk to you about them when he got home.

Once he got home at about 3:30 am, he noticed you were sitting with your legs against your chest still listening to the album. He smiled at you and sat beside you. You leaned against him sighing as he wrapped his arms around you to cuddle. He knew you felt sad because of the album and honestly it was sad so he didn’t blame you one bit.

“So she released an additional 15 songs,” you said after awhile which made Jihoon raise an eyebrow. He only listened to the first 16 songs and suddenly he didn’t feel as prepared.

“15???”

“15!”

“Damn… well iI got notes on the first 16 songs if you wanna talk about those.”

This made you sit up with a smile which made Jihoon smile as well before leaning in to kiss you. “Deal.”

✫ DK

Like Jun, Seokmin had witnessed Midnights album release with you along with the Taylor’s Versions of both Speak Now and 1989. He thought he was mentally prepared for this Album but he was so wrong.

Y’all had just finished “My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys” and when “Down Bad” started he officially felt his heart break.

It was as if Seokmin and your tear ducts were synced as tears fell down both of your faces. At that moment, Seokmin made an oath to you he would never put you in a situation that Taylor unfortunately had to endure.

Once you finally got through all 16 songs and both were ready to fall asleep, Taylor announced and additional 15. Seokmin just looked at the announcement in disbelief before sitting up and saying “okay baby, lets cry some more.”

✫ Mingyu

To be honest, Mingyu loved doing the scavenger hunts that Taylor and Taylor Nation had the swifties do. He found it so interesting the little clues and everything they had that he was a bit jealous they didn’t have something like that with Seventeen. It was a brilliant idea and a great way to bring some excitement to the table for a new album.

Watching you bite your lip as you looked through older songs of hers on Apple Music to find the clues was so attractive to him and he’d look into your eyes as you shared theories on what Tortured Poets would be about.

He just found you so precious and loved these little moments together with you and was happy to be there.

✫ Minghao

Minghao promised to listen to the new album with you but he couldn’t help but feel upset at what was being talked about.

It wasn’t that he didn’t think it was good. He was just so disappointed in whoever Taylor was singing about because of the infidelity, lying, and just treating her like garbage. His heart then hurt when you innocently told him the lyrics were relatable.

Minghao knew you had a rough relationship prior to yours and it made him sad that he wasn’t able to be there sooner so he could help you overcome the hurt. He tried his best to hide the rage and hurt he felt empathetically to you in hopes not to ruin the album for you. However, you knew. You knew how he felt and while you never would tell him, you fell more in love with him at that moment. How beautiful it was to finally have someone who you know could never hurt you like that again.

✫ Seungkwan

Similarly to Joshua and Wonwoo, Seungkwan stayed up to listen to the album with you. It was a tradition you both did for your favorite artists. You had done it a month prior with Beyonce’s “Cowboy Carter” and now it was time to stop yeehawing and time to cry.

Even though you were more of the Swiftie between you two, even he couldn’t help but feel emotional while listening to the album. When you both first listened to “I Can Do It With A Broken Heart” you both had to pause before going to the next song.

You paused because you felt horrible for Taylor meanwhile, he paused because he could relate to the lyrics so much. Seungkwan couldn’t help but think of his hiatus last year and how he felt after coming back. When he started to cry you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around him and cry with him.

✫ Vernon

Hansol walked into your shared apartment and saw you lying on the floor disassociated and couldn’t help but find you adorable. He had given you a day to listen to the album per your request and from the looks of it, it fucked you up.

He decided to lay next to you in support while holding your hand which made you instantly squeeze his hand three times. “Guessing the album was good?”

“No, it was great. Just so sad.”

He hummed and pulled you closer to him and petted your hair. You took it as an invitation to tell him all about the album. You couldn’t see his face but he had a sad smile on his face. He felt bittersweet. Bitter because he knew you were hurting but sweet because he found it enduring that you trusted him this much to be vulnerable with him.

✫ Dino

You decided that you would listen to the album by yourself the first time around. Chan was respectful about it and waited patiently to hear the outcome.

After you listened to it all you made your way to Chan and curled up in a ball next to him. He instinctively wrapped an arm around you and pressed a kiss to your temple. “So what did you think?”

“There were two songs that made me think of you.”

This made him worried because from what you told him this album was rumored to be about the end of Taylor’s 6 year relationship and he thought that y’all were golden. Y’all hadn’t been fighting and everything was okay.

The look on his face made you laugh before pressing a kiss on his lips, “listen to them before you worry.”

You then put on The Alchemy and So High School for him and his heart felt like it exploded with happiness and relief. He kissed you before cheekily asking, “So… I’m your Travis Kelce?” You nodded with a smile, “and I’m your Taylor Swift.”

He laughed before giving you another kiss, “then I’ll make sure you constantly stay bejeweled.”

A/N: this was so corny but im kicking my feet. Check on your Swiftie friends. We are not okay 🥺

[rai-chuuuu]

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about me

emi , she / they , 8teen , #1 taeil, chenle, chuu luvr

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will do ; texts/smau , drabbles , shorter fics , fluff , angst , light smut , m x f!r (female reader) , m x gn!r (gender neutral reader) , any on my stanlist (minus eunchae & yukika) , & some more wont do ; longer fics , heavy smut , groups I dont stan , m x m (I literally cant write from male perspectives for the life of me) , idolxidol (unless idolxidol!reader) , and basically anything gross masterlists ; loona , txt , nct

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I literally do not care about who interacts with me, just as long as youre not under 13/14 if a post is labeled with "minors dni" or "18+", then minors obviously shouldn't interact. tbf, I literally dont have the power to stop anyone from interacting lol

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thats really all but please remember that this is FICTIONAL

[saltyr3mix]

have I ever told you that second chances had multiple test concepts?

before I decided on empires, I considered Stardew Valley because the original idea for this was an ask game where you put the last character you drew in the last game you played and I thought he would vibe :D

Then, when I decided on empires, I considered making him a ghost in a cursed pendant that llama Owen picked up! The story would have been about him trying to get brought back so he could continue his massacres but being worn down by llama Owen’s stupid antics lol

NO YOU DIDN'T

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

THOSE IDEAS ARE SO SO SO FUN!!!!

I neeeeeeeeeeeed more outsiders x other servers fixing them fics. There was this one fic where they took outsiders and fused it with the maze runner and it was amazing. and like i ADORE ADORE ADORE LOVE ABSOLUTELY FAWN OVER YOUR FIC OF COURSE!!

Cause i love taking messed up characters and sending them on the most painfully complicated fix it arcs. Its literately the plot of both These walls scream your name and Played my game now you're in it. OH! and my new secret wtdw fic only Danger knows about that i wont share for a while. (im going to wait till i have a few chapters before hand ready to post so i don't get behind on it like all my other fics lol.)

ANYWAY

I've also been tossing around more combinations for this kind of au. taking outsiders and putting them in places they shouldn't be. and here are some of the ones i've nearly written but just don't have the time for.

O!Krow in Newlife. just, it's reaction to sparrow would be so funny and also the angst potential in death and hybridizing Krow even further. Also there is one opening to one of the NL episodes where Krow does a Japanese voice over intro that catches me off guard every time i hear it.

O!Bek in SOS smp. Look. Scott, Eloise, and Owen are there but my girl is missing and that makes me just a little bit sad that they can't reach their full chaos potential. its more so to fix them than her at this point. but i also think it would to see O!Bek specifically try to adjust to it all cause shes isn't a big......team player..... to say the least. Which is something that smp relay on big time.

O!Magic on Pirates. i think she deserves a gun. and to kill people. and also think she would be a great apprentice for P!Gracie and would be besties with cruppy. this is less of a lore heavy one and more i just want her safe and happy and also to kill whomever she so desires because she deserves it after everything.

On a similar note on sending people place for the sole sake of letting them kill people, i think sending O!Oeca to the traffic series would just. just think about it. they were made for each other. and you know what. Put O!Mowhee there with him. Just the two of them running around on red just. i don't know man. i think its very fun and that they would thrive.

O!Squidney and O!Spidey i firmly believe should have the pleasure of being in Rats. Just as a treat. just so they can be silly and forget the horrors.

Anyway those were plans i had for another super big grand fic where every outsider got put somewhere new and each chapter centered around them healing. but i quickly realized that's way too big of a project to take on right now and also i don't know enough about servers or enough about every outsider for that.

Hope you like the little exchange in ideas!!! I do really like yours and i have so many i couldn't help but spill some of my own!

(i also may have another little idea for a oneshot sort of inspired by your fic, if i get around to having the free time to write it and you allow inspiration)

[fanaticsnail]

Oh my GOD!!!!

The buggy swing fic was so good, the way you managed to write just the right touch of angst and insecurity in Buggy when Mihawk shows interest to make it dramatic and juicy

The way you wrote Mihawks interest as well was so well written, subtle but confident and self assured.

I adored the sweet tension between Buggy and the Acrobat, not a will-they-wont-they but more that there's definitely something there and they both know it so why bother putting a name to it, in a way that's so very sweet and intimate.

So excited to see Koby and Shanks are added to the list, I can't think of any other men you'd want to add from the live action but if you do add someone or want to try a different dance I'd look into bolero it's very romantic.

I'm so excited to see what you do for the others!! And also I just read your Koby fic (idk how I didn't find the first part earlier) and I loved it!! Were there any bands/songs you were thinking of besides the ones listed? (I have a whole playlist of shanty/tavern/drinking songs if you need it for Koby or Shanks lol)

Thank you for your wonderful comments and suggestions, @sexc-snail. I so appreciate your words always 🥹❤️. So much love to you ❤️❤️

An insecure Buggy is my favourite kind of Buggy. A confident Mihawk is always fun to add into the dynamic. Balancing the fluidity between the sandwich is going to be challenging, but I can't wait.

I did add Koby and Shanks to the list! I would absolutely love to add a bolero to the list, but I don't see it for any of the remaining OPLA characters - unless we want Usopp or Helmeppo to attempt it? Or maybe Garp? OR KHAHADORE!!!!

As a violinist, I'm always keen to hear more Celtic drinking songs - particularly if they're heavy on the strings! I listen to a fair amount on my d&d playlist when I'm cooking before a session, but absolutely send me some links!! (I'm also a former Irish Dancer and Acrobatic/Gymnast way back when, so this little one/two-shot has been so much fun to reminisce with!!)

My d&d playlist includes: Celtic Woman, Patty Gurdy, Nightwish, Dropkick Murphys, Ella Roberts, Nati Dreddd, Ashley Serena and Blackmore's Night. Send me your tunes!

[toast-is-ticklish]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do a fic /w/ Ler! Wukong and Lee! Macaque? Maybe he kept having flashbacks to their past, and Wukong wants to cheer him up? If not, that's okay. Bye!

Okay I finally did it!!! I kinda went super heavy on the angst at the beginning bc my life has been a fucking dumpster fire recently but I'm seeing a therapist so none of you bitches can judge me lmao

Anyway yeah very angsty angst and then very fluffy fluffy lol.

Hope you enjoy!

We Can Be Okay.

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As Macaque scrounged around in the kitchen at what must have been an ungodly hour of the night, he decided that fixing broken relationships was really, really hard.

He also decided that nightmares suck.

Silently cursing himself for making hot chocolate being his only somewhat healthy coping mechanism, he couldnt help but wonder if moving in with Wukong was a bad idea. He thought he was ready. He knew Wukong wasnt going to hurt him anymore. He wasnt scared anymore.

Or at least he thought he wasn't.

He supposed, as he stirred the warm drink, he had placed himself in a place where he would constantly be reminded of his apparent traumatic past. How did Wukong return here, after he...did what he did?

Macaques eye tingled.

But he wanted to be here. He had finally gotten his sun, his peaches, his everything back and he couldnt stop fucking flinching at him.

He had been told over and over about how he shouldnt feel guilty, how it was a normal reaction to what he had been through, how he should be more kind to himself.

He felt pathetic. He was angry at himself and

he didnt feel like being particularly kind.

He threw his spoon into the sink with a little more force than necessary. When it loudly clanked, he considered throwing it out the window instead. Because fuck you, loud spoon.

He wanted to sleep so badly. He was exhausted to his very core and his bones felt so heavy. But he just couldnt.

Every time he closed his eyes he was back. In the fight. In his memories. The bad ones.

He was almost falling asleep standing up.

"Mm..Mango?" A sleepy grumble from the other side of the room.

Danger. Danger. Macaque felt like his nerves were screaming at him. He fumbled with his hot chocolate.

Crash.

And the mug was in pieces on the floor and he was covered in fucking hot chocolate.

Warm blood soaked through his shirt and covered his face. He couldnt move. His best friend was killing him. He was dying.

No! No. He was in the kitchen. He dropped hot chocolate.

He couldnt breathe.

He couldnt-

breathe. Rocks slippery with his blood. He was dying he was dying he was dying

"-aque? I need you to breathe for me, can you do that? Macaque?"

Wukong was here.

Wukong was here. The fucking awful glint of that crown bore into his mind like a hot iron. His everything buzzed with agony and white hot pain throttled his face. His eye. Oh gods his fucking eye.

Wukong hesitantly placed a hand on Macaques shoulder.

Panic.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" He heard himself shout but it was so far away. Was it even his voice?

Macaque scrambled backwards on the floor. He couldnt remember getting on the floor.

"I wont." Wukong said, firmly placing himself in the floor with a fair share of space between the two.

"Don't" Macaque said, and it was a garbled whimper of a sound.

"I wont."

He could hear Wukong take a breath.

"Macaque, you're on the floor of our kitchen right now. You spilled some hot chocolate and I think you're having a panic attack."

Right. Hot chocolate. Kitchen. He could feel the  coolness of the floor on his skin.

"Try to take deep, slow breaths. You can copy me if you want."

Macaque looked up. The glinting crown was gone. He looked at the ebb and flow of Wukongs chest and tried to copy it as best as he could, although his breath hitched a bit.

"Can you tell me five things you can see?"

Right. Grounding techniques. Wukong must've talked to Sandy.

"Uhm. You, th-the mug, cabinets, the sink, and the window.

The world around him started feeling a little more real.

"Awesome. Four things you can touch?"

"The floor, my shirt, my fur, and...the cabinet behind me.

His breathing was evening out.

"Good, now three things you can hear?"

"The cicadas, the fridge, and my voice." 

"Two things you can smell?"

"Hot chocolate and...sweat."

Ew.

"One thing you can taste?"

"Blood." He must've bitten his tongue at some point. Hard.

But he felt here now. And calmer. Wukong exhaled somewhat shakily.

"Are you...with me? Now?" He must've been spooked. Macaque supposed anyone would be, finding their partner having flashbacks to dying because they dropped a cup.

Gods, he was a wreck.

"Yes. I'm... here now. I'm sorry."

"No! Dont be sorry! I was just...worried about you." Wukongs face looked solemn before flipping into a more positive expression. "I'm gonna grab you a change of clothes real quick I'll be right back!"

That man could not stay still for more than two seconds at a time. Macaque huffed out a laugh.

Wukong hurried back, and insisted on cleaning up while Macaque changed and showered, and soon they were sitting in the living room with the sun just about to start peeking out at them.

It was pretty clear neither of them were going back to sleep.

Macaque knew what he needed to do. He needed to talk. About what he was feeling.

Sandy better make him scones after this.

"We...need to talk." Okay so he was definitely going to give Wukong a heart attack with that phrasing. God damn it.

The other monkeys tail curled around his leg in anxiety. "I'm listening."

"Wukong I love you, so, so much. More than I've ever loved anything. Its honestly ridiculous how your dumb ass somehow managed to wrap me around your little finger." Macaque huffed out an embarrassed laugh, before hesitating.

"I trust you. I know you're not going to hurt me, not anymore. But I- I think I'm," he sucked in a breath through his teeth, "still...scared of you. And I dont know how to deal with it."

"Macaque..." Guilt was coming off Wukong in waves, and if you looked at his face the only thing you could glean if you tried was— '"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry.'"

"I know. You're okay, peaches."

An intake of breath. "Okay." Wukong was fidgeting in his lap.

"Also, I dont know if I should keep living here. You know I love being with you. But theres too many—"

"Reminders?"

"Yes. I've been having nightmares. Every night."

"I'm sorry."

"I know. You're okay."

"Okay. I guess we'll just be having more sleepovers at your apartment then?" A weak lopsided smile greeted Macaque. He wanted to kiss it.

"Yes. Honestly I should've realized it was foolish to ever think I could escape you uprooting my entire living room for your insufferable pillow forts."

"Hey! My pillow forts are not insufferable! Unless you mean insufferably romantic?" Wukong said, waggling his eyebrows like the dork he is and his smile grew.

He was tired and Wukong was liquid sunshine. Gods, that smile. He really was hopeless.

Macaque grabbed his Sun Wukong, and flopped down on the couch with him, shoving his face into the crook of the others neck.

"See? You've gone soft, mango! Probably because you cant resist my pillow fort-y charms." Macaque could feel that sunny smile against his skin and it was so nice. He really had gone soft, he supposed.

"I must be completely hopeless to fall for someone as annoying as you." He said, and it couldn't be more obvious how little he meant it.

Wukongs hands brushed against his skin to adjust themselves against his back, and it made his skin prickle pleasantly.

Of course he was going to get one of those moods now because apparently the Buddha himself had a vendetta against Macaque maintaining any sense of dignity.

Macaque let out a heavy sigh. Communication time. Yippee.

Those scones better be damn good.

"...Wukong?"

"Yes?" Macaque couldnt see Wukongs face, but he could feel his smirk. Had his tone already given him away?

Uggggh. He really had to ask for this right now? Normally he would just annoy it out of Wukong but he was too tired for all that. He felt heat steadily rising to his cheeks.

"Can you do...the thing?"

"The thing."

"You know what I'm talking about!" Macaque lamented, trying not to squirm. "You're just trying to be an asshole."

"You love it." Macaque was not pouting. And if he were, he definitely wouldn't be doing it because Wukong was right. Definitely not.

He just let out some strangled whining sound into Wukongs shoulder.

"Use your words, darling." Wukong purred, and Macaque wanted to throw him off a roof because when he used those stupid pet names it still gave Macaque butterflies even after all these years.

"I already did, you bastard." Macaque said this through gritted teeth, but it was all for show. He wanted Wukong to make him say it, and he knew it, and Wukong knew it, and that flustered and excited him at the same time.

"Ah yes, and I still dont know what 'the thing' means. So it looks like we're a little stuck."

What a dick.

Macaque felt anticipation tingle in his stomach as his face prickled with heat.

"...Tickle me." Macaque mumbled into Wukongs shoulder.

"What was that?" Wukong crooned and his mouth was so close to Macaques neck that the vibrations actually almost tickled and it was agonizing and he loved it.

"I said! Tickle me, you impossible prick!" Macaque burst out, and he felt like his face was a fucking tomato.

"How could I say no to a sweet talker like you?"

Fingers wormed their way through Macaques shirt and began to flutter over his sides, gentle and lovely, because of course Wukong knew exactly what Macaque needed right now. No wonder he was head over heels for this dweeb.

Macaques stomach did a flip as he felt a dorky smile pull at the corners of his mouth. He knew his face was growing darker as he struggled to keep his giggles down, even though he also knew it was pretty useless.

"Are you hiding your giggles from me right now? I cant believe you!" Wukong fussed in mock offense, "I'm being deprived. Taken advantage of. Abused, even."

"Shuhuhut uhuhup!" Macaque tittered, muffled into Wukongs shoulder.

"Didnt quite catch that, hun."

Macaque lifted his head to retort, only to be met with a squeeze to his hips, allowing an impossibly embarrassing squeaky sound to leave his lips before he broke down into giggles.

"Mhmhm nohoho! Peaheachehes! Hahahah!"

"No? I thought I remembered you wanting tickles like, really bad, just a sec ago."

Wukong let his mouth rest on Macaques neck and the vibrations left Macaque feeling squirmy and fluffy and soft and he loved it.

As Macaque giggled his heart out, Wukong let his fingers wander up, under the others shirt, to lightly scritch at his ribs. 

As squeaky hiccupy laughter filled the room, Wukong felt his heart melt.

"Ahahaha! Youhou- youhouhoure naihaihails ohohoh myhyhy gohohohd whyhyhyy!?"

"Why what? Why does it tickle so bad? Why are you so cute?"

Macaque thought he might just die now.

"Whyhyhyhy arhahahhareha youhouhouhou suhuhuhuch ahaha—HMmeEEK! " Macaque interrupted himself with something between a whimper and a squeal.

Wukong, the devious little fucker, was biting him. Nibbling on his neck and ears.

It felt like fireworks running through his skin. It tickled so bad. Not in the way that it made him laugh really loud, but in the way that apparently turned his brain to mush.

He loved it.

In between little bites Wukong murmured into Macaques ear "Its adorable how much you like this~"

All he got in response was a jumbled series of squeaks and some little kicks. Macaque shoved his face Wukongs shoulder because oh my god did he really just say that?

"You taste good, by the way. Very ticklish." He said, before returning to Macaques neck with ridiculous 'nom nom nom!' noises.

Macaque only had one thought in his head right now. "Ah! Ihihit tihihickles! Ahahaha!"

Wukong rumbled with laughter of his own and it sent vibrations through his neck that made Macaque wriggle around even more like some kind of giddy worm.

"Does it?"

"Yehehehees! Tihihihicklhehes!"

Wukong cooed and fluttered his fingers at Macaques sides before stopping for a second. "You're getting sleepy now, Mango. We gotta go back to bed soon.." he said with a yawn.

The moment Wukong stopped, Macaque felt his eyes start to droop and had to struggle not to yawn as well.

"Mnohot sleepy."

Wukong snorted. "You totally are. You're just also a little tickle addict." He said, giving a quick squeeze to the others hips for emphasis.

Macaque squeaked in suprise before giggling out a "Nohoh!" He left it painfully undisclosed whether he was saying no to being called a tickle addict, or the loss of tickles.

"Fine. A little more, then bed okay? You need to rest."

Macaque wanted to tell Wukong that there was no way he was accepting self care advice from the person who drank the entire supply of godly wine because he wanted to.

But he was tired.

So instead he said, "M'kay."

"I'll probably have to tickle your stubborn ass out of bed tomorrow morning anyways," Wukong said and suddenly there were hands at Macaques sides again and a big intake of breath.

As Wukong tickled the shit out of Macaques ribs, he blew the biggest raspberry right behind his ear.

Macaque squealed before going limp with laughter. "AHAHAHA! MMMAHAHAHA AHAHA FUHUHCK!"

Tickles shot through his whole body like lightning.

He legitimately thought that he was being sent to his grave with tickles.

And then Wukong did it again and again and again.

"AHAHAHAH OOHOKAHAY IHIHIHI CAHAHNT! IHIHILL SLEEHEHEP WHAHAHATEVEHERR!"

Wukong stopped and ran a hand through Macaques hair.

"You happy now, tickle bug?"

Macaque just nodded sleepily.

"Okay, c'mon, we gotta—ohhhkay." Macaque was snuggling into him now, clearly making himself comfortable.

How could he say no to this? He supposed his lifelong prospects of being a pillow weren't that bad.

Wukong looked down at his now asleep Macaque, and let himself relish the soft sleepy smile, and lazily wagging tail, knowing he had caused those things.

Yeah. Sleeping on the couch definitely wasnt that bad.

[with-love-from-hell]

5 Sides of Human

{Part Thirty-Two}

Genre: Mixed WC: ~6.7k CW: heavy allusion to past trauma, body horror, blood mentions, graphic physical violence, lots of angst, lots of hurt/comfort, mentions of vomit, flashback to past lessons where Lucifer is violent, vague self-harm implication, swearing, refernce to The Labyrinth, Storm has a stutter but I am not depicting it with written word consistently, prolly lots of typos lol, spoilers for season 1&2, I'm skipping over/changing some things I didn't like in the main story so it will be a bit different from canon! Series Masterlist

©️ artwork commissioned by @vivi8bit©️

Storm snapped awake, her head pounding from the migraine that had rendered her unconscious at Lucifer's desk. The room was dark, and it took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the blackness that surrounded her. She groaned, rubbing her temples to try to ease the ache. Tending to the amount of tasks Lucifer usually handled himself day in and day out was proving to be way more stressful than she anticipated, even with the help from Beel and Fern. She sighed, pushing the documents that she had caught up on aside and stretched out her back, squinting to try to find the outline of the eldest brother in the dark.

Lucifer appeared to have left when she was asleep. She wondered for a minute where he had gone, when the handle of the office door rustled slightly. The door slowly creaked open, spilling a crack of light into the room before shutting quickly behind the individual who entered. Before she could part her lips to greet who she thought was Lucifer returning from somewhere else in the house, she heard Mammon's conniving snicker from the darkness. A beam of light from the 2nd eldest's phone penetrated the darkness, shifting along Lucifer's book shelves in search for something.

"Heh heh heh...With Lucifer's memory gone I'm sure he wont miss some of these expensive treasures..." He quipped to himself, reaching toward a gilded statue on the top shelf. "...Can't wait to see how much this baby sells for."

"Just what do you think you doing, Mammon?"

He shrieked in response, the light from the phone strobing around the room as it clamored to the floor. The statue wobbled, threatening to drop from the shelf as Mammon tried to reign in his pounding heartbeat. Storm sighed, reaching for the lamp behind her and pulling the cord gently. The room became washed in an amber light, and she could now see Mammon, who tried to scramble up from the floor and hide his mischief.

"Hey! What'cha doin' sittin' in the god damn dark!" He huffed, doing his best to yank off the black rubber gloves before she could spot them on his hands. "And why're'ya all alone? This is Lucifer's study, ain't it?!"

Storm rolled her eyes. "I was getting ahead on some work for the next week and I had fallen asleep. Lucifer probably didn't want to wake me, so he shut the light off before he left...But more importantly, what are you doing here?"

"Aw, c'mon now...don't be like that." Mammon whined, strolling toward the desk. He hopped up on the edge, swinging one of his legs dismissively. "With Lucifer's memory gone, that means we can do whatever we want now, without any sorta punishment! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, don'cha see?"

Storm crossed her arms, staring flatly at him with an eyebrow raised. Clearly she wasn't amused.

"This is the perfect time to try to get in on some of Lucifer's secret treasures, and find where he hid my precious Goldie!" Mammon grinned widely. "Don'cha want me to treat you to a special dinner, Lucifer's treat?!"

"Don't press your luck, Mams." Storm sighed again, standing from the office chair.

"Tch, whatever...You're starting to sound a lot like Lucifer." Mammon pouted, reluctantly following behind Storm as she fixed one of the chairs Mammon had toppled over. He snatched up his DDD, snapping the flashlight off.

"Someone's gotta keep you guys in line." She flashed a smirk at him, straightening the bookshelves that he had fumbled into when she startled him.

"Well...anyways..." Mammon nonchalantly turned, snatching a box off of Lucifer's liquor cabinet without her noticing. He quickly shoved it into his jacket pocket before she turned to face him. "Tonight we're gamin' in Levi's room. You're comin' along, right?"

Storm sighed, dropping her gaze. "I wish I could, Mams, but there's still a lot that needs to be done and-"

"Seriously!? I ain't barely seen ya since this whole shit with Lucifer's memory started. We used to game every week, but for the past 2 weeks ya find some excuse not to play with us." Mammon threw his hands up, before shoving them back into his pockets. His frown reached deep within his eyes, the sadness of having not been able to properly hang out with Storm like usual clearly getting to him. "If we ain't gonna have our pact for much longer, I wanna get the most out of it while we still can, y'know?"

Storm's expression softened. "It wont be like we can't game after this is all over with, you know."

"Yeah, but..." Mammon shifted his jaw uneasily. "...It'll still be different..."

She sighed, knowing it was useless resisting such an adorable puppy-dog expression when Mammon looked at her like that. "Alright, fine. I'll come."

"Yahoo!" Mammon exclaimed, grabbing Storm by the wrist and dragging her out of Lucifer's office. "If we play Devil Cart, I want ya on my team!!"

Storm giggled, trying to keep up with Mammon's hurried pace as he pulled her up the stairs. His gate slowed when they reached the top, seeing a familiar, black-haired demon standing cross-armed in front of Leviathan's door.

"Lucifer?" Mammon blinked in surprise. "What'cha doin'?"

Lucifer bashfully turned toward the two as they approached. "...I can't get in."

Mammon furrowed his brow in confusion. "Huh?"

"He says I need to say a code, otherwise he won't let me in." Lucifer sighed.

Storm shook her head with a smile. "Even when his brother loses his memory, Levi is still strict about his room rules."

"Oi! Levi!" Mammon pounded on the door. "Open up, will ya!?"

"Sorry, this door doesn't open unless you say the secret phrase." Levi snapped from behind the door, seemingly pleased with himself. A soft giggle from Sarah could also be heard beyond the threshold.

"Uhh...Lets see..." Mammon scratched the back of his neck, seemingly trying to remember Levi's code. "The Lord of Fools is rich and good looking....and lives a super lavish life."

"BZZZT! Wrong!" Levi barked, followed by a cackling laugh from Sarah.

Storm rolled her eyes, pushing Mammon aside. In as soft of a voice as she could muster, she uttered the phrase: "The second Lord attempted to steal the Lord of Corruption's platypus, which could lay golden eggs. Having Incurred the wrath of the Lord of Corruption for his misdeed-"

"It was ordered that the second lord would be forever dubbed 'The Lord of Fools'." Levi opened the door as he finished the phrase for her, smiling widely. "Secret phrase verified. You and your party may enter."

"Why'd'ya gotta make such a long password for your room anyways?" Mammon grumbled as Fern (who seemingly came out of nowhere) rushed past him, eagerly flopping down on the beanbag across from Sarah.

"Do you actually submit yourself to that every time you come here?" Lucifer leaned down as they walked through into Levi's room, murmuring in her ear. "That's...quite impressive."

"Impressive..?" Fern snapped their head back in laughter. "This weenie will open the door for Storm even if she got it wrong. He changes it every damn day! Everyone else just needs to tag along with her so they can get in too."

"Hey..." Levi flushed. "Storm gets special permissions if it's urgent enough..."

"Yeah, 'cuz ya got a crush on her." Mammon snickered, flopping backwards onto the same beanbag Fern sat on. They shrieked, squirming to get more room by pushing him off.

"W-what!?" Levi's face reddened further. He brought his arm up to shield it from view, trying not to let Sarah see that he did, in fact, have a mild school-girl like crush on the red-headed human.

"Ha! Don't we all though?" Sarah cooed, batting her eyelashes at Storm. "She's hard to resist."

"Oi, enough'a that!" Mammon grumbled, kicking Sarah in the shin. She yelped, casting him a scowl.

"Anyway..." Heart interjected, pulling Levi toward his shelf of games. "What should we play?"

"What about Demonopoly?" Mammon smiled cheekily. "We got plenty of players to make it interestin'."

"Not after you wiped the floor with us last time." Sarah scoffed, trying to see around Heart for other games. "We could play Wheel of Misfortune?"

"That's really only good for 3 players though." Levi noted.

"We could take turns?" Heart shrugged. "It sounds fun!"

"I want everyone to get a chance to play together though." Levi frowned, tapping along the spines of his games. "....Here! Let's all play Super Smash Devils!"

The others excitedly bickered over which controller was whos as Storm settled cross-legged on Levi's floor. Lucifer handed her a pillow, deciding to sit next to her. Their legs almost touched given the limited space of the 3rd eldest's bedroom.

"...So, do you often gather at this hour to play games?" He asked, smiling warmly at Storm as she adjusted the pillow so both of them could lean on it.

"Yeah, mostly. It's not always the same crowd though..." Heart turned, counting the amount of people in the room to ensure they had enough controllers between the 4 humans, Levi, and Mammon.

"Yeah, sometimes Beel and Belphie join us. Vivi and Satan came once too." Mammon added, snatching the yellow and black controller out of Fern's hands. They hissed at him, smacking his arm to try to get him to give it back.

"I see..." Lucifer mused, watching Levi nervously hand Storm a sparkly teal controller with the name "Henry" written on the side in cursive script. He smiled as he watched her relax, finding himself intrigued as to how something so simple could make her feel calm. "Then, I'd like to play too."

Everyone in the room dropped what they were doing, snapping their attention to Lucifer.

"...What?!" Fern gaped, as if they couldn't believe those words had just left his mouth. "Grumpy McTight-Wad wants to what?!"

Levi used his pinky to pretend he was cleaning out his ear. "I'm sorry...y-you want to play games with us?? Really?!"

Lucifer swallowed anxiously. "That's not a problem, is it? If it's too many players we can just-"

"N-no! No, it's not a problem!" Levi shook his head, digging in one of his cubbies for another controller. "I just...didn't expect you to want to, is all..."

"Well, I do." Lucifer smiled as Levi handed him a black controller. "So, how do I play?"

Levi turned on the game, skipping through the intro sequences and moving on to the character selections screen. "Well, you start by choosing one of the characters you see here."

"Hmm. Alright...I'll go with this one." Lucifer smiled, selecting a the character that most reminded him of Storm. She was an archer dressed in white and green, with bright orange and yellow hair. She gave a hearty phrase of encouragement and confident pose as he selected her, causing his lips to turn up into a smile.

"Bahaha! You picked a total throw-away character!" Mammon cackled, picking a large, cartoonish demon with twisted horns and a long, spiked tail. He laughed menacingly as Mammon picked him, cracking his knuckles.

"Wait, Lucifer!" Levi frantically tried to get him to pay attention as he nervously watched Fern, Storm, Heart, and Sarah pick over his the characters he was best at. "Each character has attributes that make them more beneficial that others...The Fallen Archer isn't the best one for beginners, so-"

"Nah, let him learn the hard way!" Fern grinned evilly. "We'll wipe the floor with him!"

The battle began, each character frantically thrashing their weapons and using their magic abilities to try to knock each other off the map. The first one out of the game was Storm, followed by Sarah, then Fern, then Heart. Fern shouted at Mammon to kick Lucifer out of the map, but by some stroke of pure luck (and random button mashing) Lucifer managed to avoid his attacks. Then, he somehow used a move that nearly sent Levi flying off the ledge of the map as he tried to catch a power-up. Finally thought, Mammon managed to jump out of the way as Lucifer's character rushed at him, sending him careening off the side of the map.

"HAHAAA! YESSSS! That's a Second place finish for the great Mammon!" Mammon cheered, throwing his hands in Fern's face. "Take that, Booger Head!"

"I'll beat your fuck, you wiener!" Fern snarled loudly, trying desperately to push Mammon off of their beanbag once more.

A few more games came and went, Lucifer picking a majority of the characters that were left abandoned by the individuals who had more experience with the game. Along with his choices came lots of teasing and ridicule for his choices. Despite the poor decisions in character selection, Lucifer still managed to end up in either second or third place with each round.

"BOO ya! Eat my shit, Sarah!" Fern cawed as they smacked her her clear across the map with a giant hammer, sending her into oblivion.

"Hey, no fair!" She pouted. "I wanted the special hammer!"

"Ya snooze ya loose!" Fern cackled, now turning their attention to Lucifer. "You're next, grandpa!"

Lucifer scrunched his brow as he tried to focus, managing to dodge their attacks. Eventually they caught up to him, but they were both taken out by Levi's super attack.

"Damn! I lost again!" Lucifer huffed, setting his controller aside.

"At least you didn't get last like Storm." Heart snickered, pointing out that Storm was the first out of every round.

"hehheh, I'm just not very good at this game," She blushed coyly, rubbing the back of her neck. "It's still fun though!"

"Yeah. And still, I'm super impressed, Lucifer." Levi nodded toward him. "I wasn't sure if you'd be able to keep up, but you've gotten the hang of this in no time at all."

"Psh, yeah. Despite his poo brain, he's still the same stinky old Lucifer." Fern grumbled.

"Whatever, let's just move on to the next game. I wont quit playing until I manage to beat you at least once at one of these games, Levi." Lucifer smirked confidently, causing Fern, Sarah and Heart to erupt into a fit of laughter.

"You, beat Levi?" Sarah wheezed, trying to cease her laughter. "I'll believe it when hell freezes over."

Levi frantically hid his excitement behind his arm, hardly able to contain how happy he was that Lucifer showed some interest in something he did for once. It made him gleeful to think Lucifer would choose to play games with them, let alone actually enjoy the competition.

"Lets play Devil Cart! I call playing First!" Sarah giggled gleefully, hopping over to the game system and switching the cartage.

"This one is only 4 players, so we'll have to take turns." Storm commented to Lucifer, who eagerly snatched a place in the game before Mammon could select a character. "Each cart has different stats and-"

"Oi! I wanna go first too!" He grumbled toward Fern, who smiled wickedly back at him.

"Calm down, there'll be plenty of time to wipe the floor with you later."

"Why you!" Mammon captured Fern in a headlock, giving them a rough noogie as they screeched. Sarah and Heart began the race while they were distracted, giving both of them and Lucifer a head start.

Levi leaned back, tapping Storm on the shoulder. "Pst...Hey...Storm..."

She smiled, turning toward him behind Lucifer's back. "What's up?"

"Well...I...I just want you to know that...even if we're not bound by a pact, I still want you to come play video games with me here as much as you can." He blushed, averting his eyes. "You're still gonna be my Henry...okay?"

"Oh, of course." She smiled. "I love playing games with you, Levi!"

Levi shrieked eagerly, causing Lucifer to veer his car to the left.

"AHH! Give me a warning before you shout at the top of your lungs, Levi! You made me fall off the level!" Lucifer huffed as the floating Demon placed his cart back on the track and Fern blew past him, leaving banana peels in their wake.

Vivi's breath was sharp as they stared at their reflection in the mirror. Their bloodied fingers gripped the edges of the sink, desperately clinging for something to ground them back to reality. Normally, fights wouldn't phase them much- some of these demons really just needed to be put in their place and learn that humans weren't all weak willed fools who they could take advantage of. This one though...this one was different.

Vivi had been going about their normal routine, feeding the cats in the RAD courtyard with Satan before attending their first class together. He had done wonders to get her back into the habit of going to class, and they even found themselves wanting to impress him with their grades, so they actually started paying attention. Afterwards, they parted ways to head to their next class, but it was only a brief separation. The student who they had gotten into a fight with a few days prior had their sights on the grungy human, seeking them out like a predator stalking its prey amongst a sea of by-standing demons. They approached quickly, catching Vivi off guard as they stopped to fill their water bottle.

One rough yank of their long hair was all it took.

Vivi was torn away from the fountain, and immediately pressed into a headlock. The demon's hot breath on their neck made them want to vomit. It was as if all of their fighting instinct had faded away, and the only thing on their mind was fleeing. The tension on their scalp wasn't unbearable in the physical sense, but each tightening of tension pushed them further and further down into abhorrent memories that were previously buried in the recesses of her mind. They slashed their nails into the demons arm, pawing in desperation for him to release them. A window-shattering scream from her vocal cords, followed by the sound of crushing bones was all she remembered after that.

They weren't sure how they got out of the demon's hold, but the minute they were free, they ran. Their lungs burned as their long legs maneuvered them threw the amassed crowd, some yelling at her to watch where she was going as she plowed through them. Somehow, she ended up here- locking herself in the bathroom next to the council chambers, shakily trying to bring her mind back from the horrid memories that swam through her head and fogged her vision.

Her knuckles were nearly translucent as she gripped the sink. Her stomach turned; vomit threatening to surge up through her esophagus. She tried to catch their breath, cursing themselves over and over again for being so weak in comparison to the other demon. No...not the other demon...the other human who had caused all of this in the first place.

Vivi jerked their gaze down, as if seeing the memories playing out on a TV in front of her. No longer was she the strong human who few others dared to trifle with, who felt empowered by her many piercings and dark makeup. She was now the frightened child who had been meek and soft-spoken, doing her best to be friendly and loving despite the callousness she received in return. Before she decided she wouldn't let anyone push or pull her around anymore. Before her mind was plagued with memories of violence, the likes of which no child should have ever had to go through. Her scalp ached with burned physical memory that resulted in her keeping her hair short for years. She cut it off repeatedly until no more tendrils that the loathsome person who harmed her had touched were there. until she was rejuvenated; a new person....He skin unscathed. The same urge to rid herself of the burdensome locks returned, her brain crying at her to chop them off, to get rid of the thing that could render her immobile at the hands of another again.

A pounding on the bathroom door jolted her from her thoughts. the knock was frantic, desperate even. She couldn't comprehend what the voice on the other side said, but she recognized the tone instantly.

"Vivi? Vivi, are you in there!?" Storm called out, almost entirely out of breath. "Are you hurt!? Talk to me!"

Vivi sucked in a breath, trying to form words to ensure the other human she was fine, that she didn't need help. But nothing came out. Only a shaky, muted whine; a sound that Vivi didn't think she'd ever made before. Beyond the door, there was a slight murmuring, as if Storm was giving someone directions. Vivi tried to focus on her voice, thinking maybe it would get her mind off of the images passing through her brain.

"Stay right there, I'm getting help!" The sound of Storm's short heels clacking away on the marble floors getting father and father away did little to ease their anxiety.

Vivi took a shallow breath, digging in her satchel to fish out a multi-tool. Using the knife, she shakily held it up to about half-way up a segment of her hair. In one swift movement, she sliced through the tendrils, causing the black, violet, and purple locks to fall haphazardly to the ground. She stared at the hairs as their chest heaved, finding the action to be cathartic. She held her breath, repeating the action several times until her hair was about ear length, though the fashion it was cut in made it uneven. She didn't know when her tears started freely cascading down her face, but as she looked in the mirror once more, she saw the red blotchiness on her damp cheeks, some loose hairs adhered to the tears that wet her face. She didn't know how long the process took, but it felt like an eternity before Someone called to her again from beyond the bathroom door.

"Vi?" Satan's voice echoed through the bathroom. She remained deathly still as he jiggled the handle of the door, their gaze remaining on her reflection in the mirror.

After another few minutes of silence, followed by slight murmurs, the door jostled open. In the threshold stood Satan and Storm, and beyond them hovered Barbatos, a master key-ring dangled on his fingers, and a confused Lucifer, who had yet to have any meaningful interactions with Vivi. Storm and Satan shared a small gasp at the sight before them, nearly tripping over each other to come to Vivi's side.

Storm gently took the tool from their hands, not wanting them to suddenly lash out in fear. After securing the blade and putting it into her jacket pocket, she curled her fingers around Vivi's arm. "Hey...It's okay. We're...We're here..."

When she didn't answer, Storm looked uneasily to Satan, who curled his fingers around hers.

"Why don't we go home?" He murmured quietly, finally earning a slight head turn and blink from Vivi.

"Home..?" She repeated, her gaze now on her hair that was scattered around the floor.

Satan smiled weakly and nodded. "Yep, lets just ditch school for the rest of the day. I'm sure Diavolo wont mind."

Storm gave a pleading glance to Barbatos, who closed his eyes for a moment. After a short pause, he sighed, and gave a single nod. "I shall alert the young master of what happened here today, though I expect there to be consequences from you using your magic in such an aggressive way, Storm."

"We'll deal with that later." She said flatly, turning her attention back to Vivi. "Right now we just need to make sure they get home and get cleaned up."

Barbatos sighed once more, stepping aside so Storm and Satan could lead Vivi home. They took her hand, and Storm draped her coat over her, so they could lead her home with little interference from other demons.

Lucifer followed behind them curiously, not knowing what to make of the situation. He wasn't really aware of the clear power Storm held before now. It was if he was stupefied when Storm siphoned some of his magic, the pact mark on her chest glowing a bright cerulean when she uttered the incantation. What was more mesmerizing, was how hard she yanked the demon's arms off of the other human, bending them in such odd directions that the bones practically snapped under her touch. Given how soft and gentile she was toward...well...everyone, Lucifer had not expected to see such a frightening display of physical aggression. Though, as the memory of the action replayed in his brain, a fragment of a different memory passed him by.

She stood before him, arms outstretched. Behind her stood his younger brother, Beelzebub, and the smaller angel who's name he hadn't yet committed to memory. She had fear in her eyes as she stared him down, but he also saw determination and a plead for him to understand behind them. She shook her head, stating plainly that she would not allow him to hurt either individual she was protecting. He hadn't the faintest idea why he felt so fearful in that moment, but his body shook with terror and rage, but some part of him also felt admiration. He tried to hone in on that feeling, but the memory blocked his will. He gasped, snapping his eyes shut and pausing his footfalls. The memory of him grabbing Storm by the collar and casting her aside with a strong bout of magic rippled through his mind, along with her pained whimpers. The sound that seemed to stay glued to his ears as her body hit the wall made his heart pound deafeningly in his ears, not knowing what this random recollection meant at all.

"Lucifer..?"

The eldest brother snapped his eyes open, darting his gaze around the hall at RAD. Before him stood the small red-head, concern swimming in her eyes and knitted onto her brows. She touched his arm so gently, rubbing her thumb along the seam of his uniform. His breath was heavy, and it was now that he noticed that Vivi and Satan were nowhere to be seen.

"Hey..." Storm cooed, reaching her other hand toward his cheek. She cradled it delicately, moving his jaw so that his eyes stayed focused on her, rather that the whispers all around them. "Is everything alright?"

Lucifer swallowed hard, shaking his head. "I...I'm not so sure."

She nodded sadly, taking his hand in hers. "Lets get you home too. I'll make us all some tea."

Lucifer nodded his mind feeling hazy as she lead him down the rest of the corridor. They caught up with Satan and Vivi on their walk back, noticing that the two had stopped to pet a cat on the sidewalk just outside RAD. Something in her heart told her that things would be okay, but the anxiety about such intense reactions happening one right after another, and to individuals who she considered herself so close to, frightened her to no end.

Satan held Vivi's hand firmly, taking Storm's encouragement to go on ahead while she dealt with whatever was wrong with Lucifer that made him stop in the middle of the hallway. He kept his peripherals on her, making note of every slight wince, shuttered breath, and deep swallow that she performed. His pace was quick, wanting to get her to the safety of the house of Lamentation as soon as physically possible. He was so focused on the task at hand that he barely noticed one of the regular cats patter up to them from behind, meowing incessantly for attention. It wasnt until Vivi's yank on his hand, requesting him to slow down, that he gave the animal some thought.

They bent down, scritching it's favorite spot underneath its chin that it liked the most. Satan watched at first, noticing the slight smile that developed on their lips as they pet the cat. He joined them, trying to make conversation that would distract them from whatever awful feelings caused them to chop off all their hair.

"You know...now that Lucifer's lost his memory, we may be able to convince him to let us bring one of these guys home." He smiled, squeezing her hand gently. "I think it'd be nice, don't you?"

Vivi didn't say anything in response, only nodded. Satan tried to maintain his smile, but couldn't help the anguish he felt at her silence. He knew it wasn't uncommon for Vivi to be relatively quiet, choosing to bask in their own silent company, and occasionally his. But this silence felt different. It was as if she wanted to speak, but couldnt find the strength or ability to.

Satan sighed, tossing a glance over his shoulder. Both Storm and Lucifer finally exited RAD, and Storm's face was paled with concern- even more than before. Lucifer had a look of anxiety about him, one that Satan didn't think he'd ever seen. He gave a sigh, turning back to Vivi and motioning for her to keep walking. Satan smiled as the cat followed on their heels, purring loudly, which helped make the silence between the four of them a teeny bit more comfortable...though a tense anxiety remained, hovering over them like a storm cloud.

Solomon and Diavolo were waiting for them on the stoop when they returned, having heard about the situation from Barbatos. They tried to corral them all, but Satan had other priorities. Storm decided to meet with them alone after brewing some tea and ensuring Vivi and Lucifer were attended to, while Satan took Vivi directly up to his room and set her in his bed amongst the softest blankets he could find scattered around the room. She put up no fuss, which Satan felt relieved by. He half suspected her to immediately shut herself away from him and Storm, which was usual for her. But something about the grip she had on his hand as he stated he would go bring her up some tea and snacks made him hesitate.

"Don't leave..." The first words she spoke since they found her in the bathroom hit his ears like an avalanche, despite being barely audible. He frowned, kneeling in front of her. His fingers smoothed over her cracked knuckles, dried blood still painting the underside of her nail beds and the pads of her fingers.

"Okay. I wont." He cooed, pressing a soft kiss to her wrist. He watched as she nodded, then dropped her gaze to the floor. He would focus on cleaning her up later. For now, she needed some rest and support.

Using his magic, Satan called over a few of the floating books that spun lazily around the room. He cast them aside until he found one that was easily digestible in Vivi's state, landing on a novel that was relatively popular in the human world around the 1980s.

Satan settled in next to Vivi, who instinctively leaned into his arm, shifting from holding his hand to clutching his bicept. He began to read, filling the awkward silence with a story about a young girl who found herself in a grand adventure to save her younger brother after he was stolen by a goblin king. Vivi listened, but her expression was mostly unwavering. He occasionally glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, ensuring she wasn't under any duress. It was awhile before there was a gentle knock at the door, and Storm appeared from the threshold, carrying a tray of tea cups and sweets.

"I brought some milk tea and raspberry jam squares." She said softly, carefully stepping around the books that were strewn about haphazardly around Satan's room. She set the tray down on a short, stable stack of books, asking Satan if she needed anything else from her.

"Perhaps later." He nodded in thanks, giving Storm a warm smile. "I can take care of things for now."

She returned his nod, sparing a concerned glance toward Vivi. Pressing a hand softly to her shoulder, she gave her her best attempt at a smile, given how anxious she was. "Vivi...I'll come back to check on you later, okay? If you want to talk, we can. If not, that's fine too. Satan and I are here for you, okay?" She paused, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Don't hesitate to ask me if you need something. I'll do or get whatever you need in a heartbeat."

Vivi glanced up to her compassionate gaze, finding Storm's warmth spread through her veins like a heated blanket. "Thank you, mom."

Storm blinked rapidly in surprise at first, sparing a glance toward Satan, who quirked his brow in confusion. Vivi's face turned beet red, realizing what she had said.

"Storm. T-that's what I meant..." She grumbled, swallowing hard and averting her eyes.

She smiled, giving a soft chuckle before saying her goodbye and leaving the two alone for the evening, making due on her promise to meet with Solomon and Diavolo after the two panicked individuals were properly taken care of.

The rest of the afternoon, Satan read to Vivi from the book he had selected. She stared off in the distance, snapping herself awake when sleep threatened to take her over. She was afraid of what would haunt her dreams if she dared close her eyes, but having Satan's voice and touch ground her to the present was helpful, and while she couldn't express it yet, She was grateful that he took the time to make her feel comforted without expecting her to talk about what had happened with the demon, or why she had decided to rid herself of the burdensome locks.

She sighed, taking slow sips of the sweet tea as he read to her. It was as if she was finally getting used to being cared for by others, and while it was comforting, a part of her was angry that it took so long for anyone to find value in her. Obviously their calloused demeanor and tendency to shut others out didn't help matters, but after all it held the purpose of keeping them safe. Despite the fact that others still made them nervous and resulted in their walls being firmly set up, the 5th born brother and gentle red-head did wonders at making her feel loved for the first time in her life.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, my lord." Storm bowed in apology after closing the doors to the common room, isolating themselves from the others in the house. It took nearly an hour to ensure that Vivi and Lucifer had what they needed, and she felt bad for making the two wait with little explanation.

"Not to worry, my dear." Diavolo grinned. "I'm glad that you have fallen in line with Lucifer's former duties so effortlessly. It has made his amnesia much easier to deal with."

"I appreciate that, but..." Storm sighed, easing down into an armchair. Her head throbbed as she massaged her temple. "It definitely hasn't been easy."

Diavolo chuckled. "I can imagine. I'm sure getting a taste of what Lucifer deals with daily has aged you by a millennia. I expect your hair to be as silver as Solomon's in no time."

Solomon shared in Diavolo's laughter, and Storm did her best to give a polite chuckle, but the exhaustion from the past week had significantly worn on her.

After their laughter faded, it was silent between the three individuals for a moment. Solomon shifted uneasily in his seat, glancing between the two individuals before him. Storm finally cleared her throat after being unable to take the tension in the room anymore.

"So what's so urgent that we need to talk about?"

Solomon sighed. "Well...I figured it would be easier to tell you both at once...I have run into a slight problem."

Storm swallowed nervously. "What do you mean?"

"Well, it appears as if the night dagger- based on my research and observations- has been previously used, and barely has any magic affinity. We will need to have a significant bout of magic within it in order to perform the ritual."

Storm shot her gaze to the floor, her hands starting to tremble.

Diavolo frowned. "Is there any way to 'charge it,' so to speak?"

"I'm not sure." Solomon sighed. "Based on my research, it seems possible, but I still am not sure how, or what that process looks like."

"Hmm...This certainly is a dilemma..." Diavolo glanced pitifully toward Storm. "Especially considering the fact that Storm's magic is becoming more unstable with each cast. The effects are becoming more immediate than before, I'm afraid."

Storm slowly lifted her eyes to meet the prince's. "What..?"

Diavolo sighed. "Even before Barbatos told me, I knew you had used your magic at RAD, Storm. Numerous 8-Eyed Sparrows dropped dead from the sky in the gardens at the castle earlier this afternoon. I have also been getting reports that the phenomena has happened within a 12 mile radius of RAD- at the very least. Based on the timeline that Barbatos gave me, it happened within mere minutes of you using your magic on the demon who was attacking Vivi."

Storm's face paled. Shakily, she grabbed her seat for support so she didn't heave onto the floor right in front of them. "I-I'm sorry...I just panicked...H-h-he was hurting her...and I...I..."

"There's no need to apologize...I know you wouldn't have done so if there was another option available." Diavolo gave her a slight smile, reaching across the coffee table to rest his hand on her knee. "But given this incident, it appears as though we are running short on time. Solomon, how long will it take for you to learn what will need to be done to power the blade?"

Solomon shifted his jaw, letting a puff of air out through pursed lips. "I will do what digging I can. Hopefully no more than a couple days."

"Very well. Until then, Storm- please do not use any more magic." Diavolo warned, squeezing her knee firmly. "We don't need to expedite the horrible impacts this power has on the three worlds, and cause more harm in the process."

"Understood..." Storm nodded frantically.

Diavolo and Solomon shared an uncertain glance before they finally stood, saying their goodbyes and exiting the House of Lamentation almost as quickly as they entered. Once they were gone, Storm dropped her head in her hands, soft cries expelling from her throat. She felt so terribly guilty for the harm she had caused, now convincing herself that she had caused an entire species of Devildom birds to go extinct because of her recklessness. Thoughts of Lucifer being permanently kept in a state of amnesia also flooded her brain, followed by the potential fate of the brothers, angels, humans, and other species she had come to love. The intrusive imagery and accusations came endlessly, causing her to cry harder.

Just beyond a crack in the door to the common room, Lucifer stood watching. Malice whined quietly at his side, trying to determine which individual needed more comfort from him at the time. Lucifer swallowed hard, hating seeing Storm in such a fragile state, but figured his presence would only cause her embarrassment. He sighed, silently closing the door and returning to his study, the large dog following uneasily at his heels.

He poured himself a drink before sitting on the plush sofa, wrapping the blanket Storm had given him around his shoulders. He breathed deeply. It smelled just like her.

Malice laid on his feet, curled into a large, protective ball. Lucifer gave another deep sigh, deciding that he would wait until Storm came to him like she said she would. It hurt to leave her alone like that, but he knew it was for the best. Additionally, he needed to formulate his thoughts surrounding the flash of memory he obtained a couple hours earlier. He needed to ask her about it- and he needed to find out how many times he had lashed out at her in such a way. He wasn't sure if there was anything he could do to atone for the actions, but he wanted to at least try.

[formula-fun]

“Not a happy story”?????????

I was already really worried the last time you said the last chapter was going to be so full of angst. Now I’m just really really worried at the possible sequel.

Forgot to say hi first lol. Hi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Though I suppose overall for me who is a “life sucks so much already I’m not reading angst in my spare time”, rreereading your story so many times has sort of trained(?) me for it, because I kind of know that sitting through the pain only gave me such sweet intimacy later.

Or maybe we just have different understanding of angst? Because for me once they have established the foundation of trust that “no matter what happens we are going to be here for each other, for the championships, the pregnancies, the parenting, the long-distance relationship and the so sweet life together” , then is just growing into themselves, growing up, and growing stronger. Not to mention even if said foundation was not acknowledged out loud (yet?) they are still actually actively trying to baby trap each other hahahaha.

So I was just sort of doing rereads and calmly waiting for the next chapters, now you say the sequel(if it happens) is going to be not happy?????? They have a baby! That’s grounds for a happy story(in fiction) right???? Right??

Haha in truth I’m just ready for anything you decide really.

Hopefully your projects are coming along better, I studied finance and maths which were in no way as stressful as architecture, and I still jumped between “if they want my (tuition) money they would let me graduate right?” “What was I thinking picking this subject my brain is not built for this” and “just let me die” most of the time. Of course you would pull through!!!!!!

Xxxxxxoooooooxxxxxxooooo

Hahha helloooo!! i love that my askbox is known to be a place to say hi now dkdfjdfkjdjk dear random person somewhere in the world we are at the same stoplight and i am waving at you from my car <3 This got super long so ill put a cut line

Hmm so I think maybe angst was the wrong word then! its not gonna be a happy story in the sense that the plot wont be 'max and charles live happily ever after with a baby', theres still going to be some shit going on. Ur 100% right that there's always sweetness scattered in within that, it's not just angst for the sake of angst, and they'll at least be able to outright support each other in the sequel without like jumping through hoops to quantify what they are to each other or whatever. So in that sense maybe what i mean is more that it won't be a fun fairytale epilogue kind of vibe, there will still be stuff they need to figure out?

also this is going to sound so pretentious im so sorry but the first two fics are heavily heavily written around the idea of gender. if you cut max and charles out of the entire rest of it it's just a story about two equals who love each other and are trying to find a common language to communicate that, but once you add in gender roles and expectations and judgement it all becomes this huge fucking mess even though the core of it is something so simple. the sequel is probably going to be kind of similar, but more along the lines of defining what a family is to them outside of their own expectations or trauma. so ya sorry to summarize theres room for intimacy and happiness and love and all that but there's also a heaviness if that makes sense. Kinda like what we have now

they also have just basic issues honestly. newborns cant really fly so max cant travel with charles for a lot of the beginning of the season. charles wants to be home as much as he can but he's kinda torn between his family and his job. they miss each other! the baby misses her mom!! kinda screws with everyones head a little, especially max who grew up without a mother! they try their best but its just hard sometimes my friend

and thank youuuuu honestly that's where i'm at with school rn!! we had 3 more hours of presentations yesterday (had to do the project over the weekend) and literally as soon as the last group was done we got assigned 3 versions of a 5 floor apartment building which we have to present tomorrow? this on top of the essay due today, the other one due thursday and the third one due next tuesday??? me and my friends just looked at each other in silence and apparently we were all fantasizing about dropping out djfkdfkjdfj they're trying to weed out our class rn though and im sorry but if admin want me gone theyre going to have to kill me

anyway thank you so much my dear!!! im sorry this is one big long ramble but hopefully it answered your questions!!

[cerealmonster15]

Hi Cereal!! For the ask game, maybe 41, 42, and 43? :]

hi sand!!!!

41-Who’s your favorite character you’ve written?

pours one out for donut rvb he was my fave to write about for so long... most of my early fics were about him before i Didnt Write For A While lol. i also loved writing tango omgcp... whether or not they were accurate is another story sdfjlkfes... and then my brain fell asleep for a while

in my CURRENT ERA of fic writing. well. 🤔 lol it kinda goes hand in hand with my doodles actually lol my fave characters to both doodle and write are twst boys... cater diamond + jamil/azul <- those two are a SET. caters fun and i Love Him, but also writing jamil and azul like, it's DIFFICULT bc theyre very smart and complex characters [everyone in twst is complex and it's intimidating to write LOL] BUT in my silly ha ha nonserious [usually] realm of things, they are VERY fun to write together for bouncing off Funnies... they make me literally audibly laugh in the actual game and i try to harness that energy a lot of the time when i write for them. but they have a lot of potential for jokes, and genuine soft sweetness, but also some angst? like theres a lotta ways to go with them and it's fun exploring them TOGETHER!!!!!!!

Same with cater ive just had jami/azu on the brain for like a day

also writing normal was fun, ive only done it once but in terms of doodles he fits the blorbo slot that donut/tango/cater have for the dndads realm, so i could see him being my fave to write for if i get more dndads fic inspiration in the future!

^ questions that literally require like one word to answer and i gave multiple paragraphs LOL SORRY

42-What’s your favorite title that you’ve come up with?

ough. i dont like most of my titles LOL JSKLFJDS they are always SO last minute and the part i think the least about. i think i'd go with "The Comfort of Familiarity" [twst, jami/azu] or "New Memories in Good Company" [twst, riddle&cater friendship fic]. those are also i think some of my fave fics ive written in general so maybe thats why i also have titles i like more than others LOL

43-Is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet?

OOH. thats a good one hmmmmmmMMmmmm. ok so two sides of the spectrum here - on one hand i LOVE LOVE FOREVER LOVE my usual silly cute fluffy goofs. i love those. i wish to keep writing those forever. HOWEVER. i also sometimes get embarrassed about being Too Cliche so maybe sometimes i feel like im holding myself from doing More Of That Full Blast kfldsjfel i dont have a specific rn bc my brain is static but. sometimes i want MORE corny cheesiness.

BUT ALSO. that doesnt really answer the question jkslfj AND on the other hand i do think i also want to like... sometimes i want to try writing more charged serious drama w/some angst? nothing too crazy serious and heavy bc still At My Core im a goofy lil guy who likes to feel good and i wanna make people feel good. but like that lovesong [dndads] fic idea i talked about a while ago... that one would be a bit more 'serious' in tone and a lil more steamy [but in more of like a fade-to-black way jsklfd im still not into writing explicit things] themed thing. it would be very different than what im used to which is why im SCARED to try lol. im afraid i wont pull it off and will look silly for trying >.>!!!!!

but one of my more recent [twst] fics was a lil more serious in tone so i am trying to branch out a little!! it still had a mix of some goofs and was overall a comfort fic at the end of things so im like, easing my way into different things klsfjfls

OK SORRY I TALK FOREVER THANK U SAND!!!

[fic asks!]

[reinekes-fox]

A win for me because i LOVE a good angst dish to the point I purposely put my MC in the bully club to tell you

For what the MC said, I tried to look up the translation and the closest I found was "certainly" so I'm rolling in my grave let's go

Now that vamps are confirmed, let me say there's something so good! so tragic!! about the trope of a vampire hunter and the prey of vampires falling for one another AGH I could write pages about it (don't even get me started on vampire x their victim, I'm totally creating another character for our red flag girlie)

Regardless, take your time for the update it's all good <3 the love we readers have for the chaos flock (which reminds me, will we see our children again aka the group we were taking care of?) is as consistent as the sussiness of the cult LOL

I am glad to serve! Also this made my day (jk its night here but stayed up way too late gaming), thank you so much!

Thats actually a really good translation tbh. Might need to find a more dialect heavy form so that it is a little bit harder to find out...

Oh the tragic train will arrive ;) in every route, rest assured. Tbh Asti and MC will have such a ...concerning dynamic (I have written one "ending" with her intervining and god she is bad "It seems that someone stole my bird out of its cage. It didnt end up in yours, did it?")

Also I would love to hear more about our Wing(s)! So if you ever have the desire to write pages I am going to fanboy so hard lol

No worries, I am not exhausting myself with this game! I do still hope to give you this update somewhat soonish. And yes you will def meet the Wings old Nest, they wont leave them that easily!

For everyone:

I will be putting more german in the conversations between Thrush, Asti and MC (with translations in the narrative), what do you guys think about that?

[primalsouls]

🌼 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 about me 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 🌼

realized ive never done an about me lmao so here it is~!

this is my writing blog for fanfiction ( character x m!/gn! reader content only)

from where i comment and like it is @primordial-prime my personal blog ^^

atm i only write for some genshin characters atm :)

i wont write very heavy topics. i like to mostly focus in writing fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, and anything general for fun

my name is jaiden, im 25, use they/them pronouns 🪷

i like animal crossing, pokemon, anime, kpop, and genshin impact along with other games, and whatever my interests is lol >ヮ<

i like to listen to music and think about my ocs and their stories whenever i do x) i also like to make playlists for my ocs but i wont be talking or writing about my ocs in this blog lol i got a different acc but it has been a while since the last time ive logged in on it.

if you wanna play gi with me later and be friends, here's my uid, im on NA server btw ^^

some times ill have coop off bc i like to focus on the quests, but other than that, im always happy to play with others :)

[storiesofsvu]

65, 54, 33, 24, 23 from the fanfic asks please!

Hiiii how are you? I miss you! 💜

23. best writing advice for other writers?

write for yourself first, not others. try to write every day, even if it's just a couple of sentences. read through prompt lists and see if a certain character/ship jumps out at you, it's the easiest way to spark a story when your inbox is empty. personally, i like finding music that sets the vibe and half of my dedicated writing time is spent daydreaming the fic out. BUT, if you do this make sure you write down tidbits or dialogue, ive got a bad habit of doing it before bed or while napping and then i completely forget what the important part were lol. find a bestie or two who know your fandom/characters and use them to bounce ideas off of/spitball with! also don't let the anons get to you and don't be afraid to use the block button.

24. worst writing advice anyone ever gave you?

lort. im not sure? i dont think anyone's ever specifically given me writing advice aside from like, school teachers and like hell i remember any of that lol.

33. do you want to be published some day?

yes!!

54. what's your fave part about the fanfic writing process?

hmmm... i enjoy the spitballing with friends, getting all excited over ideas, thoughts, plot twists and the like. it gets the motivation going to actually get writing rather than depending on yourself all the time.

and of course the reactions!

65. tell us about what you're most looking forward to writing- in your current project, or a future project?

im a simple being. i like to cause pain. i am looking forward to the angst parts of dangerous game & heavy hearts. i'm also looking forward to embellishing more and expanding the universe in HH, including more bff!rita, having casey & yn fall back in love with more detail and emotion rather than jumping into it kinda thing.

also very stoked for the svu/criminal minds vampire/supernatural AU (as in supernatural characters, not the show itself).

thanks for asking!!!

and hiii!! things are good. currently v. sleepy, i wont lie. hope you're well!! miss you too!!

fanfic asks!

[twicearoundthesun]

also i saw that roommates au tagged trauma and past abuse 👀👀👀

i can sense some heavy angst coming up

yeah, its gonna have some heavy parts but very hopeful & happy parts, too, in the little family dubchaeng builds up in their new place…

Hopefully it wont be too heavy and itll be a nice time. im really really trying to go for the vibe of “things were awful but they get better”…

Kinda trying to challenge myself to write more three dimensional characters with this one? I have a lot of stories that are light and happy and gimmicky (and i love them) but this one is hopefully going to have a little more heart and more gravity and a little more thought behind character development and emotions and stuff.

Idk im talking it up too much LOL sorry

[buns-and-butter]

Hiya lovelies !

So this is actually an alt account, a place where I can go completely feral.. My main is @toastyliltoasts41 and I mostly write for a fandom called Foolish Crew (Socksfor1, Fatmemegod, Blazaplays, Tbhonest, Joocie and etc)..

But on this account, I plan to be posting fanfictions about Wilbur Soot, Quackity and whatever really comes to my mind..

Maybe even BBC Merlin, Who knows ? (Mainly since these three fandoms, considering Wilbur and Quackity as one 'mcyt' fandom, are my absolute life)

So, without further ado, lets establish some boundaries.. (Pls dont come after me for this being cringe lmao since I dont have this sorta thing even for my main account lol)

• NSFW accounts, Please dni

As Im still a minor and Im still not comfortable with anything that's not SFW.. Its also kinda creepy to interact with one so, no..

• No racism, homophobia or hate to anyone at all..

It's strictly prohibited and will not be tolerated in any shape or form.. That also includes requests btw

• No creepy or personal questions please

Like the NSFW one but mostly about my personal life.. I write on here to not only express myself but to calm myself down in a way.. And receiving questions about myself, that are clearly not anyones business, is not the way anyone'll have a peaceful time on here, my friend.. Im talking about questions like "What's your IRL name" or "Where do you come from".. It just creeps me out a bit so please refrain from that.. You're always welcome to simply ask about where the boundary-line is, though, I'd be happy to talk about it and anything that doesnt cross it..

Maybe there's more to be added but lets skip to the okay/good parts now..

• Requests

Please I fucking love requests and even the smallest of interactions make me do the Tubbo 'Yipee'..

• Talk to me !

If anything is bothering you at all, you can always (if you're comfortable) talk to me about it.. Whether it was just a bad day or you're in a bad situation in life, you're absolutely welcome with open arms to have a chat..

• FANAAAART

Please, I BEG of you, never be ashamed to show anyone your art.. Im a pretty shit artist myself and I love drawing silly things but just straight out fanart hypes me up to write more about those characters.. It just shows me that these cool fanarts are literally the ones Im writing about so its basically like pride (?)

• Heavy topics ?

Im absolutely fine with violence, gore and dark topics sneaking its way into my fanfics.. Even alcohol is fine to a limit ! (As long as its nothing serious and these above topics are not inflicted gruesome-ly or a bit too much by characters in my story as it'll give the actual characters themselves a bad reputation)

• Pronouns

Im a female myself but I'll mostly use they/them in my stories to make in gender neutral.. Heads up if you wanted to make an amab request, Im genuinely sorry but I wont write in anything other than she/her or they/them pronouns.. Im concerned that I'll end up offending someone since I dont really know much about the community.. So, unless you hint at it or request me to use she/her pronouns, I will only be writing as they/them

Maybe I'll add a bit more when I remember lmao-

Anyway, Here's a bit about who I am and what I'll write about:

My online name is Sophie, although Im thinking about changing it, so you can just adress me as Soph.. I go by she/her and, as I already established before lmao, Im a minor.. My life's burning down to the ashes of hell (lol ik Im dramatic, bear with me) most of the time so I wrote stories, and read other's, as a coping mechanism.. I will most likely not see your dm's/requests for a few hours, or even days, or Ill do the complete opposite and reply to them within minutes lmao.. I still have my own studies to complete so I dont think I'll write requests the very same day, Im not sure myself..

I take almost all requests other than smut..

Angst

Fluff

Romantic

Platonic

AU's

You name it man..

Aaaaaanyway, Here's who I'll write for:

~ C!Wilbur (Every bursona too, I am just infatuated with them)

~ C!Quackity (Yes, absolutely but as long as it doesnt cross any of his boundaries)

~ C!Karl Jacobs

~ C!Ranboo

~ C!Tubbo

[As mentioned above, as long as these are within their boundaries and consent]

and on a different fandom:

~ Merlin (MERLIN MY BELOVED)

~ Arthur Pendragon

~ Lancelot cuz yes (But Im not very motivated to write for him)

~ Maybe some platonic with Morgana (BECAUSE SHE'S NOT EVIL, SCREW YOU DIRECTOR) and Gwen

So this is mostly it for now, Ill update this whenever I remember lol.. Bye bye for now !

[honeyhotteoks]

chai when i tell you i was giggling, twirling my hair, and kicking my feet MULTIPLE TIMES during the latest chapter. it was so so so so so so good and had so much nunance and plot progression for what was supposed to be a "smut fest" like we are so well fed here at honeyhottek like?!?! hot and heavy mixed effortlessly into a well thought out plot and fully fleshed out dynamics and connections. these characters feel real to me and i am genuinely rooting for all of them!!!!!!! i want them all to find happiness and fulfillment at the end of all this but daaaaaaaaamnn if i am not also gonna enjoy the messy journey that it will take to get there!!!!! the fact you said chapter nine may be posted sooner than we think too has me HYPE AS HELL!!! i simply can not wait to singe yunho and mingi's reaction to y/n spending her heat with two other alphas (and everyone's favorite omega youngie). i'm so ready for the jealousy and angst and awkwardness and potential pettiness to come. also for the unenviable make up sex. if we get some hot "angry/frustrated" make outs/sex in between all that too than i definitely wont be complaining. ANYWAYS I CANT WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER!!! i love this series so much i genuinely think it's in my all time fav fanfic top 5!!!!!!!! which is saying a lot because i have been reading fanfics since like 2011? when i was in middle school?!? 😭😭 so yeah high praise to you. the highest of high praises to you!

OMG in your top 5???????? stop 😭 that's such a compliment, as a fanfic reader myself i know what that means and you're literally amazing for saying it.

also yes the next chapter is going to be a pain train lol but ..... it's coming sooner rather than later!! i'm almost done

[babemessi]

Hi there! i wanted to say im a really huge fan of your leo fanfic called Be careless with Lionel and thats what brought me here actually! I hope one day you will do robertson x leo because their tension is something i die for to read in a fic

I have two questions,

one: Do you have any tips for people that write nsfw? preferably beginners!

Two: Do you have any fic ideas in mind? if so, do u mind sharing them because id really love to suggest ones to write, I’m sure your supporters would too!!

hi there!!! thank you so much for supporting me i really appreciate your company ♥️ dont you worry about robbo x leo cause their the next oneshot chapter i have in mind for BCWL‼️

heres my answer(s)!

1. i kind of do, but then again; im pretty much also a beginner since im not much of a professional writer yet, still advancing through the writing blocks i keep getting so here are some tips

one is always write. writing a lot is really the key to getting readers hooked in your stories and filling it to your liking. some people dont like writing a lot/have trouble writing a lot and that's fine, but it's kind of like a slice of cheese- it has holes! fixing these holes means you have to keep writing to keep your readers invested in more chapters and then youll have that support to keep on going. i used to have problems with writing a lot, i really hating writing so much because i felt like i couldn't do it but in reality i just wasnt trying hard enough. you will get distracted and might straddle your readers offguard but that's fine, that's what being your own beta is kind of all about lol

two is stay intact with how you write, be creative and use details. being creative is a crucial thing for both writers and readers, you can be as descriptive in a scene as you want or be as closed off in a scene as you want- these creates the imagination for readers to realize what your talking about. you cant just make the main couple of a story kiss in a workplace and suddenly by the time they take off their clothes you describe something like 'the other under him squirmed in the bedsheets of the bed', no, it doesn't work like that, make your you know what your doing. get a setting, describe the setting, use your five senses (what does the character feel, see, hear, smell, touch), and use spicy ✨ words like 'heavy atmosphere' instead of heat, 'writhed' instead of moved, 'mewled' instead of moaned, etc, find replacements for words you use too frequently in the fic. theres many ways to be creative! stay intact to the reality of your plot too, like no, your character doesn't have a common 15 inch dick. that isn't normal bff.

and three is mix things up a little! by this, i mean try things like plot twists or unexpected actions, blah blah blah. i dont frequently do things like this in fanfics since i usually follow a routed plot, but sometimes just going with the flow is something that can benefit you easily when writing. try getting inspiration from books or you could try using prompt generators. by all means i am honest when i say this, but people like corny plots like highschool lovers or love at first sight, or sugar daddy/mommy plots, love triangles, etc, plots that are old schooled sometimes rise up old school readers and they go insane for it honestly, it's unexpected but unruly perfect sometimes. things like unexpected angst or fluff can really help a reader enjoy the story!

2. i do.

BUT. i wont say any of them because i dont like spoiling chapters, that is very cruel.

though, if you really want to know, i might post them later on🤔