#but in exchange she must make someone genuinely fall in love with her

[jo-com]

can you write a story about how Alex, Charles and reader meet. Maybe she’s friends with someone in their friend group and when a,c and reader meet, a+c almost have love at first sight

🫶🏻🫶🏻

🎀 ⊹˚. ♡ ➛ Whipped

Charles Leclerc x Fem!reader x Alexandra Saint Mleux

Summary: Based off the request above!!

Genre: Throuple, Fluff

Note: Thanks for requesting and sorry if i only made it now😭 there are some grammatical errors here.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ➛ My Masterlist

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The loud clink of utensils echoed around the group that mixed well with the faint sounds of people conversing with one another.

Laughter and playful banters were exchanged from the table of friends— one of them telling a joke that caused them to smile from ear to ear.

It was one of those nights where friends gather and boost about the things that happened to them; it was like their very own ritual to catch up every once in a while, but this time it was different.

There was another addition to the group.

….

“Ah, look whose here. Come y/n take a sit,” one of the girl asked, patting the empty seat besides her.

Y/n happily took the seat and smiled thankfully at her kind gesture. You were kinda nervous, seeing that you don’t know who half the table were, but it was nice to have new friends.

So you took the time to get to know each and every one of them.

While you we’re having a conversation with one girl at the group— two pair of eyes seemed to never left yours.

As if you were the only thing that seem to caught their attention; not even caring if one of their friends are trying to start a discussion with them.

Everything about you were just too mesmerizing— your eyes, your smile, and those laughs that sounds so angelic when it comes out of that pretty mouth of yours.

“Elle est si jolie (she is so pretty)” Alex whispered under her breath, that was loud enough for only she and Charles could hear.

“Je sais, je ne peux pas non plus la quitter des yeux (i know, I can’t take my eyes of her too)” Charles responded, his tone just screams ‘boy inlove’.

Don’t get me wrong, they’re happy with just the two of them, but you just make it so hard to not fall in love with you. I mean come on just look at you! You were built to perfection. God Is this what they call love at first sight?

If it were, then damn. They sure are whipped for you.

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➛Message (Alex and Charles)

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“Charles and Alex, you guys have been awfully quite for a while now” Bea exclaimed aloud, earning all the group’s attention to focus on them.

Including yours.

You flickered your eyes and glanced over at them. You’ve noticed their presence for a while now and just like the others you were star struck with their appearance. They were the epitome of luxury and elegance— they give of an aura that just seems so hard to approach them;

“Ah, sorry. Something just came up” charles spoke, his tone laced with sincerity.

As he said those word, his eyes met yours. It felt like he was directly saying it to you. But that’s just silly, imagine the Charles Leclerc saying those to you. Pfft hilarious.

“Oui, quelque chose de beau vient d'attirer notre attention (yes,something beautiful just caught our eye)” Alex spoke, her thick accent dripped with gracefulness.

Just like Charles, her words seems directed towards you. Her eyes latched onto yours— captivating the essence of your beauty.

You looked around, checking if she was looking at anyone else. To your surprise, there were no people at your back. You glanced back but she was no longer staring at you.

Hmm must be a coincidence.

…

Throughout the night, their eyes stared daggers at your direction— watching you like a hawk.

You could feel the burning gazes that came from them but just shrugged it off as a ‘must be someone at my back’ feeling.

…

“This was so much fun guys, i hope we could do this again soon”. One of your friends spat, smiling genuinely at all of you.

The night has finally come to an end; even though you felt all eyes on you every time, you still had fun.

All of your friends gathered their stuff and one by one began to leave the place. Saying all their goodbyes before finally taking off. Just as you were about too, two figure stood in your way.

You furrowed your eyebrows, confusingly. What’s going on?

“Uhm can i help you guys?” You asked, looking at them with pure curiosity.

Alex opened her mouth but then closed it again, she gently nudged Charles shoulder implying for him to speak up.

What the hell was going on, they look like high schoolers whose ready to confess.

Charles rolled his eyes and sighed,“Well, this is kinda awkward but me and my girlfriend were kinda hoping to get your number.”

Oh. So it was a confession kinda thing?

Your eyes widened from the sudden question, “but if you don’t want to it’s fine” Alex chimed in, her face turning red from the tense atmosphere.

You let out a giggle, seeing how their acting like teenagers inlove was just so adorable to you. So why not invest your time in these two cutesy couple.

“Here” you said, getting out your phone and showing them your number to which they wrote down.

…

After that day you guys continued messaging each other back and forth— creating a strong bond between the couple.

And eventually you guys were officially a couple, all three of you.

You were glad you came to that gathering.

…

Sorry for not updating in a while, hope you guys like this tough!!

[thatacotargirl]

Hello! I read your cassian x reader period fic and absolutely loved it! I had a request if you don't mind...

one with cassian where maybe reader has been a part of the inner circle for a while and because of this her and cassian have been really really close friends for centuries…but one day on the streets reader locks eye with a male who is her mate…but the male is not cassian just some random person…and she is ecstatic that she has finally found her mate and someone she will be able to spend the rest of her life with because even though she has had a major crush on cassian…she knows he will never return those feelings because she finds herself incomparable and insignificant compared to cassian…however later on the male wants to reject the bond because he doesn't find the reader attractive and mocks her and all…she goes crying back home and cassian finds out and comforts her…maybe months later after the bond with the other male was broken…she finds that the mother has given her a new mating bond…that connects her to the one she has always loved…Cassian❤️

Hi!! Thank you so much for your support! And I LOVE your idea - I hope you like what I’ve done with it!

Inbox is always open for requests ❤️

Seconds Chances

A Cassian x Reader Imagine

The day that Rhysand saved you from the Autumn Court ranks up there with some of the best days of your life. Also up there is the day that he introduced you as a member of his Inner Circle, and your eyes first lay on Cassian.

You didn’t think there was a single person in all of Prythian who would deny Cassian’s beauty. He was in an entirely different league to any male or female you had met before. What started as lust developed into a crush and, over the centuries, turned into feelings you couldn’t quite describe. Although really, they could be summed up quite easily. You had fallen in love with Cassian.

You were sure Cassian did not return those feelings, but you truthfully didn’t mind. You didn’t want anything to risk destroying the friendship that you had with him. Cassian was the first there to pick you back up when you fell, to dry your tears and make you laugh again, to support you and encourage you to be the best version of yourself. It wasn’t a surprise that you ended up falling in love with him. He cared for you in a way no one ever had before, and you were so grateful to have him in your life, even if you knew it would never be how you truly wanted him.

That was why, when you were walking the streets of Velaris after dropping off a letter for Rhysand, you were ecstatic to lock eyes with a blonde male and feel the snap in your chest as the bond clicked into place. After a brief exchange, you agreed to meet for dinner that night, and you rushed back to the River House to get ready.

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“I found my mate!”, you screeched, running through the River House door. Feyre caught your hands and steadied you.

“You what?!”, she replied, eyes wide.

“I found my mate!!!”, you repeat, practically bouncing in her arms with excitement. Feyre grinned and pulled you into a hug as several bodies appeared behind the pair of you.

“Your mate?”.

You looked over Feyre’s shoulder and straight at Cassian. His face was contorted slightly, almost like he was in pain. You quickly raked up and down his body looking for injuries, but you couldn’t see anything obvious.

“That is wonderful news!”, Rhys smiled, reaching over to pull you into a hug. “I knew the Night Court was the right place for you”. He winked as he let you go, and your friends took it in turns to share their congratulations and shower you with hugs and affection. Cassian approached, a forced smile on his face as he pulled you in for a bear hug.

“I’m so happy for you”, he said. He sounded genuine, but there was something empty about it. You knew that he had hoped a few females over the years had turned into his mate, including one of Feyre’s sisters, but the Mother hadn’t yet blessed him. It must be hard for him to see his friends’ mating bonds snap and not his own.

“Thank you”, you smiled, breathless from all the love of your family. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to get ready for a date with my mate”. You beamed as you bounced up the stairs, closely followed by Feyre and Mor who insisted on helping you get ready.

-

Your family waved you off as you left for your date. You chuckled to yourself. They were almost more excited for you than you were for yourself!

As you approached the restaurant, you saw your mate standing by the door. The closer you got, however, the more you felt a deep void in your chest. You tugged the bond as you approached him, a gasp leaving your lips as you realise your figurative hands come up short, the bond no where to be found. Your raise your head to meet his, and his eyes hold an evil gleam.

“You must be stupider than you look if you thought I was going to accept a bond with you”.

You freeze. This wasn’t the same male you spoke with this morning, was it? Seeing your confusion, he takes a step towards you, looming over you in a way so intimidating it made you whimper.

“Look at you. I would be the most foolish man alive to saddle myself with you for all eternity”.

Whilst you did still stick out at the Night Court, quite clearly heralding from different lands, you knew you weren’t unattractive. At least, you didn’t think you were?

You couldn’t bear his smirk any longer. You tried to pull the bond one more time and he noticed.

“It’s gone. Maybe now the Mother will realise the error of her ways and give me a second chance”.

Your heart broke.

You turned on your heels and ran for the River House.

-

Your family were not expecting you back from your date so soon, so when they heard you come thundering through the front door they all stood abruptly from their chairs. You looked in at them, faces full of concern and sorrow, and couldn't bear the pity. You fled up the stairs to the guest room and slammed the door behind you.

It was only a few minutes later that you heard someone knock at the door and Cassian's scent flooded in. He didn't wait for your reply. He walked over to the bed, sat, and pulled you onto his lap. You leaned into his chest and sobbed.

"What happened?".

"He broke the bond. He said only a foolish man would want to be saddled with me".

Cassian's heart hurt as he held you cried harder, soaking his shirt with your tears. He held you closer, trembling with anger that some male you met on the street could reduce you to tears like this, could take advantage of your kind heart, could throw away the one thing that he had prayed to the Mother every night could be his - your heart. He had wished for centuries for you, for your love, to be yours. This male had it in the palm of his hands and had thrown it away.

"What's wrong with me?", you asked quietly, avoiding his gaze.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing. You are perfect", Cassian replied back softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"Then why didn't he want me?", your voice broke as you whispered the question.

Cassian had no answer. He only held you closer and let you cry in his arms.

8 months later

With the help of your family, you had slowly begun to heal. Your heart was mended piece by piece with each bit of love and care they showered you with. Cassian was by your side every spare moment he had, doing everything in his power to make you smile, laugh. It was music to his ears. You had also resumed your duties to the Night Court, after Rhys had insisted you take a prolonged vacation to focus on yourself and your healing.

It was at one of these Night Court meetings that your life changed forever.

You were characteristically late to the monthly Inner Circle meeting, having spent far too long in the library that morning. You ran into the room, out of breath, giving a sheepish and apologetic smile to Rhys. You went to take your seat beside Mor when you heard Cassian's sharp intake of breath. You looked up at him and felt it. The snap. It was so powerful you could have sworn the entire room heard it. Your eyes locked with Cassian's as you heard Feyre gasp, realising what had happened.

"Looks like the Mother gave you that second chance", Rhys smiled, pulling Feyre into his side as they watched the pair of you process what had just happened.

"My mate", Cassian whispered.

"My mate", you replied, breathless.

Within seconds, Cassian had cleared the table, swooped you into his arms, and walked out the room with you.

"I take it we need to reschedule, Cass?", Rhys called after the pair of you, amused.

Neither of you replied, simply gazing at each other as he carried you up the stairs.

"I prayed to the Mother for you every day for centuries", Cassian confessed, tears filling his eyes. Yours mirrored, as you reached up a hand to hold his cheek.

"I prayed for you too, Cassian".

[gladiatorcunt]

Modern coryo whos trying to sorta maybe manipulate his gf by being obsessed and then not reading her texts for 3 days but the gf is literally the same so it’ll be like

r: “heyyy” and then a day later he replies “heyaaa” and then it goes on like that for a week until he cracks and sends her 15 messages in the span of 4 minutes

cw: feminization/fem label “gf” but the reader is still only intended to be afab, the ask has she/her pronouns but i don’t use them in the writing, manipulation and toxic behavior, typical coryo/modern!coryo warnings, love bombing, not canon to the main au, black cat reader ish, reader has a shower in their dorm bc i say so 🤫, male masturbation

Now Coryo wouldn’t do this during your relationship, despite his best attempts to play it cool, you make him panic and he’s immediately resorting to rich boy love bombing (trips, those ridiculously expensive boxed roses, 999999999 rounds of oral on his yacht, a summer house, etc.) followed by baby trapping. He’s not stupid enough to try something like that deeper into your relationship, for him it’s about making sure the foundation is as solid as possible and not shaking it up.

This would really only happen before you even start dating, after he’s bumped into you in the dorms enough times to wear you down into giving him your number. He’s still in his “i have to the most mysterious person alive” mindset and he hasn’t quite shed the fuckboy persona yet. He doesn’t seek anybody out or anything, it was love at first sight with you unfortunately, he’ll just imply that that you’re another contact in a long list. (You’re the only one in his favorites 💀)

You’re smart enough to be wary, too involved in academics and proving yourself to go sniffing around Coriolanus Snow. You don’t really talk to a lot of people, and you’re not interested in a swarm of meaningless interactions. You’re just grateful that he stopped calling you so much, learning that you very much prefer texting. He’s the king of the “hey u up?” text, and you have the flattest look on your face as you reply “Yes.” and turn your phone face down. Exchanges like happen over and over.

Does your heart flutter when he insists on walking you to class and pecking your cheek at the door? Yes but you’ll roll your eyes and make a big deal out of wiping it off. Are you intrigued by how much he hauls ass to get you your coffee order whenever he senses that you need it (because he can, he’s like spiderman but lame)? Well, yes, but he must be playing some kind of game with you. Has a cliche bet with his fraternity brothers over your assumed virginity maybe. The more you’re determined to not fall for it, the more you find yourself slipping as the days go by.

Just when you turn your head when he pecks your cheek outside the lecture hall, expecting the gesture more than dreading it, he gives you a blank stare and turns on his heel. You take a second to blink and then shrug, it’s no skin off you back if Coriolanus decides to be normal for once. You definitely do not have a bit of a scowl throughout the entire session. (he nearly lost it when you didn’t react at the lack of a kiss, he kicked the wall and almost broke his foot)

He’s back to the “heyy” texts at random hours, responding to your “Hey.” that came a day later two days after that. He’s screaming into his pillow and pacing his grandma’am’s gardens, glaring at the staff pruning the shrubs. Coryo would rather die than admit defeat though, so he hardens his resolve. You’ll break eventually. You on the other hand are living normally, slurping ramen and working on essays. You’ve learned not get your hopes up over a pipe dream, the idea that someone like him would genuinely care about you being so laughable that you get over it rather quickly. You may be from different economic classes, but a man’s attention is never a necessity. That an he’s far from the only trust fund kid in the world.

A week later, your phone goes off in the middle of the night. You step out of the shower and dry yourself off, walking over to your bed and picking it up. To your surprise, the notification from Coriolanus isn’t another dry message, it’s several videos. They all look dark and fuzzy, ranging from 30 seconds to 10 minutes. In some of the thumbnails you can see flashes of bare skin. You click on the first one and are immediately faces with Coriolanus Snow’s sweaty abs.

You’re frozen as he eventually splatters jizz all over them, the camera work is shaky and the flash exposes too much for your liking. You can see his abdominal muscles twitch in the aftermath of his orgasm. He drags his fingers through his own cum and smears it over the camera, giving you a pov of what it’d be like to have your face covered in it.

Your phone chimes again.

Stalker: turn the sound on for the rest ;) see u at the car wash next friday, babe ❤️

You block him (after you save the videos and check the charge on your vibrator).

[d-a-r-l-i-i-n-g]

Since you're looking for requests, could i request something with the brothers and a reader who's oblivious to her/their beauty? Like someone compliments her on it and she's just like "what a nice thing to say", maybe doesn't even believe the brothers want her? Totally fine if not! Have a nice day!

Of course! Sorry if this took me some time, but here it is! And also as someone who also has a mindset like that this was so difficult to write- I didn't want them to shift from their personalities whilst writing this. (if that makes sense)

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⇢ ˗ˏˋthe brothers with mc who is oblivious to their beauty࿐ྂ

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You were a normal person..(other than being kidnapped for an exchange program and making a pact with all the seven demon brothers) other than that you were normal, in looks, in personality, so you found it hard to believe that the seven rulers of hell ended up falling for you, it was kinda confusing like what did they see in you? And when you did receive a compliment from Asmo, or any of the brothers you would always be like "Oh!" or "That's cool." those compliments would go from one ear to another, and you found it hard to believe anything they said, eventually they realised your behaviour, Levi was the first to notice as he is quite insecure himself, and also finds it hard to believe many compliments you tell him, then Asmo, then Satan, and Lucifer than the twins and then Mammon, they all noticed your behaviour.

"Have you all realised that Mc, they don't seem to take compliments with pride?" Satan said closing his book and leaning on the table,

"Right? It's almost like they don't believe what we tell them, is true!" whining, asmo placed a hand on his hip, his champagne-coloured strands falling in front of his complexion.

"Pft- Why would Mc think that?"

"Mammon, some people genuinely don't believe that they are, good enough.." Levi spoke up clicking away on his console, Lucifer's crimson eyes flickered into each of his brother's gazes, they all had somewhat of concern on their faces, chewing his bottom lip he leaned back on his chair crossing his arms.

"We should talk to them about it, maybe something is up." belphie yawned, turning to his orange-haired twin who didn't seem to be eating anymore, he could feel that he was concerned for his human lover, Lucifer nodded his head "Belphie is right." Lucifer and Mammon cursed themselves for not realising their lover's strange behaviour earlier, Levi felt guilt, I mean you always helped him when he felt insecure or upset, Satan was looking into why you must be feeling like this, Asmo and the twins felt confused, Not only were you incredibly gorgeous you had helped them so much, could you not see how much you are 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵 to them?

"We should but I think if we all confront them at the same time then that would be quite-" before satan could finish his sentence, Mc walked in, hands behind their back, the brothers turned to look at their human lover, they seemed quite tired. "Mc! We gotta talk-" Mammon was cut off by an excited Asmo as you walked over, Asmo grabbing you by your waist and pulling you into a side hug, "Give them some space.." belphie said yawning. "What? You're just jealous I got to Mc before you, and besides Mc loves my hugs!" you chuckled softly, beel standing up and pulling you into a bear hug, he didn't say anything, you could tell something was up, he held you tightly, not planning to let you go anytime soon, you opened your mouth to speak up. "okay, what's going on?" your voice was a bit muffled due to the hug, beel let's you go, and you look at the brothers, they all looked nervous, or just in thought, finally Lucifer broke the silence, clearing his throat. "Mc, do you feel unworthy of our love?" your eyes widened slightly, the question was so direct that the others were looking at their older brother whilst he said that, Levi felt a bit uneasy from the question, he doesn't know why. "why- no, it's..not that.." you tried to explain the best way you could but honestly you didn't know how to tell them, "then what is it?" raising his eyebrow and placing his arm on the table satan's gaze was focused on yours your nervous one, "Come on mc ya know you could tell us right?" mammon implored, the rest of the brothers nodded their heads, "Come on! You know I can't wait that long!"

"Asmo let them speak." placing a gloved hand on his head Lucifer sighed

taking a deep breath in you opened your mouth to explain once again. "look, i-um I don't really see what you guys see in me you know, I'm "average" in looks." you chuckled softly to ease the tension in the air, (yeah that didn't work) the brother's eyes were wide and you could tell they had so many objections they wanted to say.

"Okay, first of all, you are beyond gorgeous, and I'm not just saying that, as someone who is exquisite myself, I wouldn't fill your mind with empty compliments!" (yeah shits about to go down) Asmo was pouting and crossing his arms before you could object beels arms grabbed you again pulling you into another hug, "Mc, please don't think that." was all he could say, feeling a little bad you hugged beel back, "And also to think that we would just get together with you only because of your looks? Asmos's statement was right but did you forget about all we went through and all you have done, for us?" Lucifer stated, his gaze still not shifting away from yours, he wished he could grab those thoughts away, getting up Mammon grabbed you, by the waist pulling you close, "Listen, I'm not going to have my human go around with those thoughts in their head!" placing a hand on her face he cupped it gently, "Mammons right, you helped me a lot to overcome my thoughts, and I've been feeling a lot better." Levi said honestly grinning softly, pulling away from Mammon's grasp, you smiled warmly, did it make you change your mind completely? No, but you did feel a lot better because from then on from time to time the brothers told you how gorgeous you were every single day, they loved you but hated when you thought so little of yourself because if you saw yourself the way they saw you, you would never feel insecure again.

Hey dhar man fam I really hope you-

Okay but srsly that was such a cute idea, I took a while on it I really try my best to get these out quickly, for you guys. <3

[eriexplosion]

Entombed, PHEE MY BELOVED.

Omega is having so much fun in the junkyard she finds extreme enrichment in being able to Steal and Scavenge. I love that Omega craves Treasure this season, it's for a sad reason (SHE HAS TO EARN HER RIGHT TO EXIST WITH HER FAMILY RIGHT?) but it's also delightful to watch. LET SMALL GIRLS STEAL ALL THEY WANT, IT'S IMPORTANT TO THEIR PSYCHE.

Bolo and Ketch at Phee's storytime is so cute

Tech you would only know the story changes every time if you were listening every time she told it (and remembering the details) you know you like storytime.

God Hunter has reached maximum tired dad in this episode like legitimately the most exhausted I have ever seen him. His completely tired voice on 'Those two will believe anything.' Tired glances exchanged with Echo. This face.

We have a bit to go before he gets to that face but I am fucking entranced by it. Haunted by it. God give him a nap.

Tech and Phee sorting through the garbage haul together. Date Night Ideas for nerds.

MEL-221 is SO cute I love the paint job

Tech absolutely wants to pick Phee's brain for more unknown systems he wants to put them on his map, he MUST put more systems on his map.

Hunter turning around while they're talking though like he senses a disturbance in the force and it's going to make his life more difficult isn't it?

God him doing grouchy knife tricks in the background watching Omega copy Phee like she used to do with him, Hunter is so mad that is HIS little sister and Phee is STEALING HER.

"Who'd wanna hide treasure here?" Echo let's be real, the best place to hide treasure is where no one in their right mind would ever want to go. It just makes sense. Their distaste for how much this place sucks is great though, Echo has two sides: One wants to be doing more to fight the Empire, the other wants to find a nice sunny spot and drink a margarita already. Notably NEITHER of those sides wants to be on Suck Planet looking for Supposed Treasure.

CUTLASS CUTLASS CUTLASS

"If I'm right, which is always~" I love her so much.

Also her dramatically like THIS IS THE ENTRANCE TO SKARA NAL! And Echo is just. The WHAT? Genuinely one of my favorite things is when someone says something and Echo's entire reaction is "What the FUCK are you TALKING ABOUT?"

Phee you need to be aware when discussing 'the ancients' that everyone besides you in this room is less than 12 years old and their entire culture began that long ago too, they have very little reference for ancient anything.

Omega <3 BABY GIRL IS SO SMART also I love laying the compass on Phee's lantern to make it a projector that is so good

Hunter sensing the creature coming before it growls, I always love to see some of his enhanced senses at play. AND WHY IS IT ALWAYS WRECKER ABOUT TO GET EATEN, WHAT ABOUT HIM IS SO IMMENSELY SNACKABLE?

"You're just making this up as you go" hush Hunter that is your entire MO and you know it.

"So we have to navigate this death trap without it?" "Good thing you have me :D" *HUNTER GIVES THE LONGEST SIGH AND DRAWS HIS GUN FOR NO REASON JUST TO EMPHASIZE HOW UNCOMFORTABLE HE IS*

I love the door opening with the SPINNING as it slides

Heart of the Mountain is so pretty I want it as a rock candy

I've noticed when they need someone to fall while they're dangling precariously it's always Echo that goes first, life is hard when you have one hand capable of gripping.

The interior when the... it looks like a tomb guardian from Jedi Fallen Order iirc... activates looks so good.

Phee protectively clinging to the Heart of the Mountain, she doesn't WANNA give it up! Fair, Phee.

Hunter saving her last minute is such a good moment too, honestly this is a fun episode and yet another one I can't understand why people hated it sooooo much. This fandom lacks joy sometimes.

Let me tell you this thing approaching the Marauder is still stressful despite knowing nothing happens to it because of my intense belief that the marauder is NOT making it out of this show in one piece.

Them all being in this thing as it randomly self destructs is a lot, WHY DOES IT DO THAT WHEN YOU PUT THE THING BACK IN

"This puts as at 0 for 2 in treasure hunting"

MEL being blown up so much that Phee keeps a backup of her on the ship is a great detail.

[mysticwitc]

Part 1 of my story

As you enter Mystic Falls, you are immediately struck by the picturesque beauty of the town. Lush greenery surrounds the quaint houses and shops, giving the town a sense of tranquility. The streets are lined with charming old buildings, some dating back to the town's founding in 1860 by the Founding Families.

But beneath the surface of this seemingly idyllic town lies a dark secret. Mystic Falls has a long history of supernatural beings, including vampires, witches, and werewolves. These creatures have lived among the townspeople for generations, causing fear and mystery to shroud the town.

Despite its dark past, Mystic Falls is a vibrant and bustling community. The town square is always buzzing with activity, from farmers markets to festivals celebrating the town's rich history. The locals are friendly and welcoming, although there is always an underlying tension due to the presence of supernatural beings.

As you explore Mystic Falls, you can't help but feel a sense of unease. The town's aura is both enchanting and unsettling, with its hidden secrets lurking just beneath the surface. Mystic Falls is a place of contradictions, where beauty and danger coexist in perfect harmony.

Clover and Tyler sat down at a table in the corner of the Mystic Grill, the dim lighting casting a warm glow over their faces. They exchanged nervous smiles, both unsure of what to say next after so much time apart.

"So, it's been a while," Tyler finally broke the silence, looking down at his drink.

"Yeah, it has," Clover agreed, swirling the ice cubes in her own glass. "But I couldn't ignore your call. You sounded..." she paused, searching for the right word, "urgent."

"So how can a witch lose her powers?" Tyler asked, genuinely curious.

Clover, with a mouthful of fries, paused before answering. "Well, she can lose them from the elders because she used them for personal gain," she explained between bites.

Tyler nodded, absorbing the information. "That makes sense. It's like there are rules and consequences for using magic."

Clover nodded in agreement, wiping her hands on a napkin. "Exactly. Magic is a powerful force and it must be respected. Otherwise, it can be taken away just as easily as it was granted."

The conversation continued on, touching upon different aspects of magic and the consequences of misusing it.

Caroline couldn't shake the feeling of jealousy as she watched Tyler talking to Clover. Stefan and Elena noticed Caroline's unease and decided to follow her as she approached the pair.

"Who's this?" Caroline asked, her voice tinged with a hint of jealousy.

Tyler introduced Clover as the daughter of a Charmed one, explaining that she was even more powerful than Bonnie. Caroline felt a pang of insecurity at the thought of someone being more powerful than her friend.

As they all sat down to talk, Caroline realized that Clover was actually quite nice and down-to-earth. They ended up having a great conversation, exchanging stories of their supernatural experiences and bonding over their shared struggles.

By the end of the night, Caroline had let go of her jealousy and had gained a new friend in Clover. And she realized that there was room for all of them to coexist in their supernatural world.

Clover born on 18th June to Dean Winchester and Piper Halliwell. She is part of a big, magical family that includes her uncle Sam Winchester, aunts Prue and Phoebe Halliwell, and aunt Paige Matthews. Her stepfather, Leo Wyatt, has raised her as his own, showing her love and support every step of the way.

As a Gemini, Clover possesses a dual nature that often keeps those around her on their toes. She is a witch, gifted with powers passed down through her family lineage, which includes the powerful Halliwell family, the Winchester family, and the Warren line. She is also connected to the Campbell family.

Clover's siblings, Wyatt and Chris Halliwell, are her closest companions, and they navigate the magical world together. With her unique blend of familial connections and magical abilities, Clover is a force to be reckoned with.

Clover walked over to Damon in the crowded Mystic Grill and greeted him with a friendly smile. "Hey, Damon. I heard you were in San Francisco last year. That's my hometown, you know?" she asked.

Damon chuckled and replied, "Oh yeah, I was there briefly. I must have missed running into you while I was there."

"So, you took Elena there trying to find a way to turn her humanity on?" Clover asked Damon, her voice filled with curiosity.

Damon took a moment before answering, his gaze focused on Elena. "Yeah, I thought maybe if she saw someone she cared about, it would trigger something inside her," he replied, his voice tinged with hope.

 Stefan approached Damon and Clover with an awkward smile on his face. "Sorry about my brother," he began, "he can be a bit sarcastic and very into pop culture."

Clover shrugged, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "It's okay, I'm the same way. Just add stubbornness on top," she replied with a laugh.

The three of them settled into their chairs, the sound of other patrons buzzing around them. They engaged in a lively conversation, sharing stories and jokes, their personalities blending together in a harmonious way.

Caroline is described as having striking blonde hair that cascades down her shoulders in soft waves. Her piercing blue eyes are often described as sparkling with intelligence and curiosity.

Caroline is known for her effortlessly chic style and graceful demeanor. She carries herself with confidence and grace, exuding a sense of approachability and warmth that draws others to her.

Her features are delicate and feminine, with high cheekbones and a perfect smile that lights up her face. She often wears minimal makeup, preferring a more natural look that enhances her beauty without overpowering it.

Elena is described as having straight dark brown hair, which sets her apart from her counterpart Katherine, whose hair is curly. Elena also has dark brown eyes that seem to hold a depth of emotion within them.

It is mentioned that Elena is of Bulgarian descent, which adds a unique cultural aspect to her character. Despite their differences in heritage, Katherine and Elena share a striking resemblance to each other, often being mistaken for one another due to their doppelganger status.

Bonnie with her clear and soft light brown skin, Bonnie exudes a natural radiance that draws others in. Her long, luxurious dark brown or soft black wavy hair cascades down her shoulders, adding a touch of elegance to her overall look.

But it is Bonnie's striking green eyes that truly set her apart. They sparkle with intelligence and depth, hinting at a world of thoughts and emotions beneath the surface. Those who meet her are often captivated by the intensity of her gaze, finding it hard to look away.

Stefan Standing at a slightly above average height of around 5'11", Stefan possesses a lean, flat-muscled, and athletic physique. His toned body hints at the dedication and passion he invests in maintaining a healthy lifestyle. This physicality not only enhances his overall appeal but also suggests a certain level of endurance and strength that may come into play later in our story.

Moving on to his fashion sense, Stefan exudes an air of trendiness combined with casualness. He keeps up with the current trends without compromising his comfortable, laid-back style. Stefan is the kind of person who effortlessly pulls off a well-coordinated outfit, whether it be a crisp white t-shirt paired with faded denim jeans or a cool leather jacket and sneakers. His fashion choices reflect modern sensibilities while also maintaining a touch of relaxed sophistication. This effortless sense of style contributes to his overall charisma and appeal.

Now, let's explore a unique aspect of Stefan's appearance—a tattoo. Positioned on his right shoulder, Stefan proudly displays a beautifully inked rose. This rose symbolizes different things to him, perhaps representing love or the delicate balance between beauty and strength. It may also serve as a reminder of some significant event or person in his life, lending depth and intrigue to his character.

Among Stefan's distinctive accessories is a large, silver lapis lazuli daylight ring adorning the middle finger of his right hand.

Stefan possesses classical handsomeness intertwined with athleticism, resulting in a striking presence whenever he enters a room. His brooding nature and intense aura draw people in, leaving them intrigued by the mysteries that lie deep within his soul.

If you were to observe Stefan closely, the first thing you would notice is his pale complexion. It almost seems as though he is immersed in the mysteries of the night, his skin glowing gently in contrast. His broad forehead gracefully frames his face, accentuating his strong bone structure, particularly his angular jawline that adds a touch of masculinity to his features.

His eyes, deep-set and captivating, shimmer with the hues of a serene forest. Their rich, vibrant green color can enchant even the most indifferent of onlookers. They hold stories untold, secrets waiting to be unveiled.

A straight nose, proud and well-formed, perfectly aligns with Stefan's other features. It seems to be an extension of his enigmatic persona. Beneath this strong facial structure resides a well-shaped mouth that can curve into a heartwarming smile, one that radiates kindness and warmth when it graces his face. His straight, short, dark blonde hair is often styled with gel or spiked, adding a touch of edginess to his overall appearance.

Damon is undoubtedly a sight to behold, possessing a striking handsomeness that catches the attention of those around him. Standing at the admirable height of 5'10", he carries himself with confidence, further enhancing his allure. His well-built and toned physique speaks of a dedication to physical fitness, making it evident that he takes care of himself.

Despite his age surpassing 170 years, Damon's appearance defies the passing of time. He bears the countenance of a man in his mid-twenties, with a youthful exuberance radiating from his every expression. It is truly remarkable how his ageless charm captivates both young and old alike.

Damon's complexion is a testament to his unique beauty. A light complexion with subtle olive undertones lends an exotic touch to his overall appearance. Accentuating his facial structure are his high cheekbones, which add a touch of angularity to his features. Complementing this attribute is a solid jawline, hinting at a sense of strength and determination.

The allure of Damon's physicality extends to his hairstyle, as his dark brown hair nearly borders on black. It falls just over his ears, adopting a casually disarrayed appearance that hints at his laid-back nature. On certain occasions, however, he takes the effort to style his hair with a gel, showcasing his attention to finer details when needed.

With his striking, intense light blue eyes contrasting wonderfully against his dark eyelashes and eyebrows, Damon's appearance is one that instantly catches the eye. Often sporting a "bad boy" smile, he exudes an air of confidence that is hard to ignore.

Physically, Damon can be described as relatively athletic, tall, and strong. His well-defined muscles give him a powerful presence, making it clear that he takes care of his body. It is safe to say that many find his seductive aura quite irresistible and his attractiveness is further enhanced by his confident and alluring nature.

Considered by himself as the "eternal stud," Damon is quite aware of his magnetism and charm. This self-assured attitude only adds to his appeal, drawing both men and women alike towards his irresistible charm. He has a way of making everyone around him feel captivated and desired.

When it comes to his style, Damon's fashion choices consistently lean towards darker clothing. He often opts for black shirts, t-shirts, and boots, which perfectly complement his brooding and mysterious personality. However, he does occasionally surprise others by incorporating lighter colors into his wardrobe, showcasing his ability to adapt and experiment with different styles.

Rarely seen without his signature attire, Damon's fashion choices reflect his preference for an edgier, more alternative look. From his darkened jeans to his black trousers, his clothing reflects his taste for a slightly rebellious and enigmatic image. This carefully crafted fashion sense only adds to his overall allure and adds an air of mystery to his persona.

Damon has a remarkable fashion sense that is rarely seen without his iconic leather jackets. These jackets seem to be an inseparable part of his wardrobe, reflecting his edgy and rebellious personality. Besides, Damon confesses an affinity for the renowned clothing designer John Varvatos. Whether it's the intricate details or the cutting-edge style, Damon finds himself drawn to the creations by Varvatos, which undoubtedly adds flair to his appearance.

When it comes to special occasions like dances or significant events, Damon knows how to dress to impress. His smart attire often includes elegant tuxedos and polished dress shoes. This attention to detail demonstrates Damon's ability to adapt to different situations and reveals a hidden side that can exude charm and sophistication.

However, being a vampire comes with its own set of challenges, especially when it comes to exposure to sunlight, which can be deadly. To overcome this limitation, Damon possesses a remarkable accessory known as the lapis lazuli daylight ring. This unique ring was enchanted by the talented witch, Emily Bennett, as a means for Damon to safely traverse the daylight realm. With this magical ring, Damon can confidently walk under the sun, shielding himself from its lethal rays.

the group sat in the living room of the Salvatore boarding house, a somber mood hanging over them. Elena relayed the news about Bonnie losing her powers to the others, prompting a collective sigh of concern. Tyler, always the one to have the inside scoop, filled in the details.

"It's crazy, right?" Tyler said, shaking his head. "Clover told me that the elders stripped Bonnie of her powers because she was using them for selfish reasons."

Stefan furrowed his brow, his concern for Bonnie evident. "But she's always used her powers to protect us and help others. Why would she risk it all for personal gain?"

Caroline chimed in, a worried expression on her face. "Maybe she thought she could handle it. I mean, we all know how headstrong Bonnie can be."

Elena sighed, feeling guilty for not being able to help her friend. "We have to find a way to support Bonnie through this. She's always been there for us, it's our turn to be there for her."

The group nodded in agreement, a sense of determination washing over them. They may have lost Bonnie's powers, but they still had each other. And with their support, they knew they could help Bonnie through this difficult time.

Clover and Damon walked into the Salvatore boarding house, the wooden floors creaking beneath their feet. Stefan was sitting on the couch, his brooding gaze fixed on nothing in particular.

"When did Angel get here?" Clover asked, her eyes scanning the room.

"Who's Angel?" Stefan looked up, confusion evident on his face.

Clover chuckled. "Angel is a friend of mine from LA. He runs Angel Investigations, and he knows Buffy and the Scoobies, as well as the Charmed Ones and the Winchesters. He's even crossed paths with God and the literal Devil. Oh, and he's acquainted with the Royal Four, you know, the Roswell heroes."

Stefan raised an eyebrow, impressed. "You sure know a lot of interesting people."

Clover grinned. "Life's been quite the adventure, that's for sure. But enough about me, what's been going on in Mystic Falls?" 

Stefan sat across from Damon in the dimly lit living room , The tension between them was palpable as they both knew what needed to be discussed.

Clover Halliwell, the young witch who had stumbled into their lives, sat quietly on the couch, listening intently.

"Alright Damon, we need to talk about what happened in Mystic Falls," Stefan began, his voice firm but filled with concern.

Damon leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "Ah, Mystic Falls. So many memories, so many deaths caused by yours truly," he said nonchalantly.

Stefan's jaw clenched at his brother's callousness. "This isn't a joking matter, Damon. We need to address the past, for Clover's sake and for our own."

Damon's expression softened slightly as he turned to Clover. "Listen, sweetheart, Mystic Falls has a dark history. It's filled with pain and loss, much of it caused by me."

Clover nodded, her eyes wide with curiosity and fear. "I understand. But I need to know the truth, the whole truth."

And so the conversation continued, with Stefan and Damon recounting the horrors of Mystic Falls, the lives lost, and the mistakes made. It was a difficult and emotional discussion, but one that needed to happen.

In the end, Clover had a better understanding of the town's dark past, and the Salvatore brothers had faced their demons once again. Though the conversation had been hard, it had brought them closer together, bound by their shared history and the desire to make amends for the past.

 Clover is a 5'6" tall woman with long, wavy hair that can sometimes be curly, straight, fluffy, or messy. Her hair is naturally dark blonde, but it often looks dark or even dark brown depending on the lighting. Clover loves experimenting with different hairstyles, always on the lookout for something new and interesting.

One of Clover's most striking features is her piercing blue eyes, which seem to hold a sense of mystery and depth. Her slim body type and pale skin complexion give her an ethereal and delicate appearance, adding to her enigmatic charm.

As the peaceful town of Mystic Falls prepared for Easter, the streets were filled with a sense of anticipation and reverence. The church bells rang out in a rhythmic pattern, calling the faithful to gather for the Good Friday service.

Inside the small church, the priest stood at the pulpit, his deep voice resonating through the sanctuary as he read passages from the Bible. The congregation listened attentively, their faces reflecting a mixture of solemnity and devotion.

The sun streamed in through the stained glass windows, casting a warm glow over the wooden pews and ornate altar. The smell of incense lingered in the air, adding to the sense of sanctity that filled the space.

Outside, the town bustled with activity as people hurried to complete their preparations for the holiday. Storefronts were adorned with colorful Easter decorations, and children ran through the streets, their laughter echoing off the brick buildings.

But amidst the hustle and bustle, there was an underlying tension that seemed to hang in the air. Rumors of strange happenings in the nearby woods had been circulating, and some whispered of a dark presence that was stirring beneath the surface of the town.

Clover stood in front of Ric, her heart pounding in her chest as she faced the demon that had taken hold of him. She knew she had to act fast before the demon could harm anyone else.

"I know you're Wiccan," Ric hissed, his eyes filled with malice as he took a step closer to her.

Without hesitation, Clover grabbed the vial of holy water she had stashed in her pocket and threw it at Ric. He let out a blood-curdling scream as the water made contact with his skin, causing him to recoil in pain.

As the demon writhed inside Ric's body, Clover began reciting the exorcism chant she had memorized. The words flowed effortlessly from her lips, filling the room with a sense of power and determination.

Ric's head snapped back, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as the demon struggled to hold on. But Clover was relentless, channeling all of her energy into banishing the evil presence from his body.

And then, in a swirl of black smoke, the demon was gone. Ric fell to the ground, panting and exhausted as he returned to himself, free from the evil that had taken hold of him.

Clover let out a sigh of relief, knowing that she had successfully sent the demon back to hell where it belonged. But she also knew that this was just the beginning of her battles against the darkness that lurked in the shadows. And she was prepared to fight until the very end.

Ric sat at the bar inside Mystic Grill, nursing his drink and trying to make sense of the events of the past few days. He had woken up in his bed after being passed out for what felt like ages, only to discover a strange tattoo on his arm.

Damon slid onto the next barstool, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well, what have we here?" he taunted, eyeing the tattoo on Ric's arm.

Ric looked up at him, a mix of confusion and concern written on his face. "I have no idea how it got there," he admitted. "I woke up with it after being unconscious for days."

Damon raised an eyebrow, a knowing glint in his eyes. "That's an antipossession tattoo," he explained. "It's meant to protect you from supernatural forces, specifically possession by demonic entities."

Ric felt a shiver run down his spine at the revelation. "But why would I need protection from that?" he questioned, trying to wrap his head around the idea of supernatural threats.

Damon leaned closer, his voice lowering to a whisper. "You never know what forces are at play in this town," he warned. "It's better to be safe than sorry."

As Ric pondered Damon's words, a sense of unease settled in his stomach. The world he thought he knew had suddenly become a lot more complicated, and he realized that he would have to tread carefully from now on.

Clover sat at the table with Stefan, Caroline, and Elena at the Mystic Grill. The atmosphere was light and cheerful, as they chatted about their days and caught up on each other's lives. Bonnie was off visiting her mother in the next town over, so it was just the four of them enjoying each other's company.

Caroline, Elena, Stefan, and Clover were having a great time at the Mystic Grill. They laughed and joked as they ate and drank, enjoying each other's company. Mrs. Lockwood was busy with the event she was hosting, leaving the group to enjoy their evening.

As they chatted, the conversation flowed easily between them. They talked about their lives, their friends, and their plans for the future. Caroline shared funny stories about her latest antics, earning laughs from the rest of the group. Elena talked about her latest art project, while Stefan and Clover discussed their favorite music.

Despite the hustle and bustle of the restaurant around them, the group was completely engrossed in each other's company. They were happy to be with people who understood and supported them, and who made them laugh until their sides hurt.

As the night went on, the conversation turned to deeper topics. They discussed their hopes and dreams, their fears and insecurities. They opened up to each other in a way they hadn't before, forming a stronger bond between them.

[furys-mercy]

Dating Sim Routes for:

Teo-Linh

Ilyaya Iiya

Kishar Sepelire

These are quite long so I am going to put them under the cut. But, if you want to learn a little bit about three of my lesser-played alts, click away!

And thanks so much for the ask @thefreelanceangel! I hope the paths are up to snuff. And I apologize in advance for Kishar. I just... yep.

Teo-Linh

Pros:

Is genuinely sweet and kind. Teo will do absolutely anything he can to help you achieve your goals or be happy and comfortable.

Will tell you stories. The stories may be about himself, about his family, or about his home, but he will happily share them as he is very invested in his own interpretation of oral tradition and wants pass on the lives and memories of others in that way. And to do that he must exchange his stories for the stories of others.

Will go on adventures. As Teo is largely nomadic, he's happy to drop whatever it is that he is doing and follow you off on a great adventure. Or even drag you off on one if you were otherwise not inclined.

Loves plants and is likely to gift you potted herbs and flowers.

Loves all animals, but particularly snakes (this may be a con if you are afraid of snakes), and is likely to collect to occasional snake companion.

Poetic and passionate. While Teo doesn't actually write poetry, nearly everything he says comes has a poetic lilt to it and is filled with passion. If he cares about you, you'll know. In the most flowery way he can manage.

Cons:

Too curious for his own good. Teo cannot resist the urge to seek out mysterious items, search out lost cities, or try to complete stories many thought were long since lost. This is likely to get the both of you in a fair bit of trouble.

Void-Touched. Thanks to the curiosity mentioned above, Teo played host to a certain Voidsent for a time. The time she spent sharing his body left him heavily skewed towards darkness. Where his magicks were once of light and water they now skew toward darkness, decay, and the void.

Still has an active pact with said Voidsent that is physically represented by a tattoo that runs from his fingers to his elbows on his right arm, depicting a dead tree with a mask cradled in it's branches. This pact means he often jets off to meet her at the drop of a hat.

Teo is nomadic and therefor sometimes difficult to find. He is also likely to vanish for weeks on end only to show back up later seemingly completely unaware of how long he was gone.

Absolutely will not realize that you are flirting. Teo will assume that flirting is just someone being nice and that no one could possibly have any interest in him. If you want him to notice it and accept it, you'll have to be very blunt. Subtlety will not get you anywhere.

Will not make the first move. If you're looking for someone who will actively pursue you, Teo may not be the best choice as he's both passive and easily distracted. You'll need to initiate everything... and I mean everything. (This may not be a con if you are the more proactive sort.

Path Rating: Moderate

Teo's path is likely a frustrating one. It is easy to fall in love with the wonderful man who seems to breathe poetry and stories. No one would fault you for thinking that, maybe, just maybe, that is how he flirts. But the longer you wait for things to progress past flowery speech and intimate discussions of life and magic, the more annoyed you become. He will not make a move. He won't hold your hand, brush his leg against yours, look into your eyes longingly. Nothing. He's emotionally open and physically distant.

When you finally have had enough and take it upon yourself to make your move, Teo is wide-eyed, blushy, and extremely shocked. Not because he fails to return your feelings, but because he could not fathom that someone as wonderful as you could possibly have any interest in him.

Once that little bit of insecurity is sorted out, he's devoted, attentive, and physically affectionate. Though, he still seems to require you to take the initiative in progressing the relationship forward in the physical sense.

He also drags you into his adventures. He takes you exploring ruins, climbing giant trees and mountains, and eventually takes you back to his home.

Teo's path is fairly linear and there aren't many ways to drag him off of it until some form of obscure magic or power is introduced. Teo's insatiable thirst for knowledge cannot be matched and the Viis simply does not believe in "bad magick" or "dark magick". All magicks are good when held in the right hands and the right hands are, obviously, his. While it is clear that he wants to use any acquired knowledge and power to help people, it may not always stay that way. It would not be particularly difficult to leverage a relationship with Teo to drag him a long a much darker path, to get him to commit crimes and atrocities in your name. Because that is what you needed of him.

With that said, the turning point is whether or not you choose to temper his hubris or lean into it. Tempering it might be difficult, but with a close enough connection he is inclined to listen and act with more... discretion. Though, it does take time to get him there. Leaning into his hubris is, on the other hand, exceedingly easy. He is already prone to assuming that he is in the right when it comes to use of knowledge and power and it would be very easy to play that up and drag him down a much darker path. His curiosity would shift more towards ravenous consumption. He'd become ruthless and yet still passionate and poetic. A beautiful monster. All for you.

Your choice.

Liyaya Liya

Pros:

Extremely polite and respectful of boundaries.

Loves books and owns a very large collection that you are more than welcome to borrow from. (Though, sometimes it seems as if she loves books more than people. So this might be a con.)

Has a fast-paced life. She's always doing something. Whether it is overseeing the offices at Aetherflow Investigations, restoring an ancient tome, or chartering a team of adventurers to take her into a ruin, her life is never boring.

Well organized. Everything is put away in the proper place and planned out well in advance. She leaves nothing to chance. You'll never wonder if your calendar has been updated.

Extremely romantic. Almost in a storybook sort of way. Not that this comes across immediately, but she does have a preference for some well-known cliches. Moonlit walks on the beach, stargazing, being serenaded at sunset... those sorts of things. And she will take the initiative to make them happen for her partner as well.

Extremely well-off financially and becoming more and more so by the day. While she was not trained to run her father's merchant empire, she did learn a lot from simply being around. And even though she sold the business out of spite when she inherited it, she took what she learned and put it to good use in her own endeavors.

Cons:

Very caught up in her work. As said above, there is always something for her to be doing across her many business ventures. So much, in fact, that she will likely find it rather hard to make time for those romantic dates she loves so much.

While romantic, Liya is also overly practical. The idea of romance is wonderful and she loves it very much, but does she really have time for it? Might it be better for her to simply write about her romantic desires in her secret romance novels rather than try to pursue it in her day to day life?

Liya is a pacifist. While this may be a pro to many people, it is generally a con to those in the adventuring community. While she does not seek to impose her views on this topic on other people (and, in fact, employees a lot of rather violent people), she is difficult to adventure with as she won't take any action to aid in violence. She is a decent astrologian, though.

Can be bossy. Liya has become very accustomed to being the boss. What she says goes and she doesn't have a solid grasp of when to leave that workplace attitude behind.

Path Rating: Moderate

Liya's path likely isn't particularly difficult. She might be a bit dodgy at first, as trying to get her to stop working long enough to spend time with you might be difficult, but once you've made it clear that you want her attentions she'll pencil you into her schedule and she's not likely to break a date.

Her path doesn't seem like a particularly exciting one unless you find relic acquisition and restoration exciting. But it is one where you get to peel back all of the layers of Liya and find out who she really is rather than who she presents in any given situation. And I am certain it could be very fun to pull back all of the layers to reveal the sappy romance novelist underneath the rigid business woman.

As Liya is asexual, this relationship could be one of two things. It could be a very sappy romantic relationship with no sexual elements aside from the ones she writes in her books. Or, it could also be a very intense QPR. Which, honestly, I really like the sound of for her!

Either way, I feel like this path is very wholesome and cozy. If you're looking for adventure and drama, Liya isn't for you, but if you want something sweet this path is perfect.

Kishar Sepelire

(WARNING: DANGEROUS PATH! Proceed with caution!)

Pros:

Exceedingly confident. To the point where she looks like a predator.

Fierce. The fangs, claws, and horns certainly contribute to this, but it's also there in the way she moves and speaks. You might wonder if she is, perhaps, considering how best to devour you.

Cunning. She can likely find her way into or out of any situation. Though, I very much doubt you will enjoy her methods.

If you like danger then Kishar is for you. Otherwise... maybe run?

I'm sorry. She just doesn't have many pros in this context.

Cons:

Is a voidsent bound to a crystal that was then embedded in the corpse of a Miqo'te woman. She is, in some interpretations, a zombie.

Smells of decay, rotting leaves, and the overwhelming scent of medicinal herbs.

Is a voidsent. Her diet is aether. And given that she's not possessing a living body, she can't eat in any sort of traditional sense, meaning that everyone and everything is a potential snack.

She has a one track mind. Revenge. She might prefer to call it justice, but that is not entirely accurate. She is in pain and she wants to make the people who harmed her feel exactly that pain.

Is arrogant to the point of believing that everyone is beneath her. Including you.

Really heed the above warning. It's soooo not worth it.

Path Rating: Easy (Deadly)

It is exceedingly easy to get Kishar's attentions. If you flirt with her, she will absolutely flirt back. If you make a move, she will reciprocate in kind. It's very likely that you could fall in bed with her after only a few lines of witty banter and they might not even need to be particularly good lines.

However...

There is not good ending for this path. You cannot, at any point, drag Kishar off of her current path and towards something more healthy or productive. She is dead set on getting the one thing that she wants and everyone around her is either useful or in the way. Which, seeing as she is a voidsent amounts to about the same thing. If you're useful you might have information she needs and she'll likely use sex to get it. Hit it and quit it. You might live. Maybe. If you're lucky. If the information you had wasn't to her liking or it turns out you didn't have any, you'll meet the same end as people that are in her way. You're still useful... as food. But seeing as she likes to play with her food there might be some fun in it for you first. Or maybe just her. There is no way to truly tell until you're in the thick of it.

Would you take the risk?

In truth this character is not particularly likable and she's not really supposed to be. And while it is possible to make an ally of her (if not quite a friend) you can't approach it from the romantic perspective as she tends to see people that make those sorts of overtures as well... food.

Basically... don't flirt with the aro/ace void zombie. It won't go well. I mean, unless Morinth in Mass Effect was your thing.

[weneedhelp]

lilac does give off hyuck psycho vibes (srry) and maybe even jungwoo/chenle, i think bc everyone just loves you and you're a happy pill that i wouldn't doubt if you stanned these fellas

niwa seems like a ten/winwin/renjun stan solely because she seems calm but is actually very wild and keepa order more often than not OR when she makes a joke/jab at someone it does numbers on everyone

loki is like a yangyang/haechan/johnny stan cause yeah she's chaotic and i feel like these three are good at outsmarting people and i get big brain vibes from her

joy is like a jeno/jaemin/mark/hendery stan cause they're chaotic but loveable and isn't that her essence, they're always making someone laugh and are maybe awkward sometimes but they care and show it through their actions

esa gives yuta/mark/taeyong/jaehyun? vibes, i haven't seen her active yet but from what you guys say she's sort of quiet, mysterious, brainy, maybe even feels like home, very baby, and iirc deadpan, too? and you guys describe her as this ethereal being (all of you are) and i see these four being the best fit

wanted to clear out the asks and saw this! and anonie, i must say you are very spot on with your descriptions for the girls! also i added my own versions, and it got a bit too long so yeah, read under the cut!

lilac is very homey, very motherly and genuinely is such a happy pill. like honestly, hearing her laugh will immediately add ten years to your lifespan bc she is just that contagious with her happiness. i'd actually say haechan-johnny combo is how i'd best describe her, maybe with a dash of ten too, bc the way conversations take a turn sometimes when she talks about hyuck 😭 also omg taeil and taeyong !!! bc they are also as motherly as lilac and are always down to join on the shenanigans their kids do

niwa is honestly such a sweetheart, like y'all can't even imagine, but she will also not hesitate to throw hands or exchange a few words if you mess with her loved ones, a very family/friends-oriented babes. i'd say yangyang-renjun for her, where renjun is her serious side when the situation calls for it while yangyang is her playful side whenever we have fun. she has the perfect balance between it all, and also i'd add jungwoo to the mix bc she is very soft-spoken too!

joy is mark, hands down. she's such a hard-worker and juggles all the things life throws at her, literally just like how sm puts mark in every sub-unit. she gets the job done always, even if it's a second before the deadline. also, jeno too bc of the way she loves, like she doesn't do it very openly and her love language is teasing and bullying. it sounds bad but i promise it's comes from her heart and if you are a close person to her, you can just feel the love and joy radiate off her.

esa is jaehyun, for sure. her vibes are all "i'm here for a good time, not a long time" and jaehyun gives out that energy as well. also, taeyong as well bc she is a lovely goofball with such good music taste, like literally she is so cool. she's like that senior at school you fall in love with bc she has that charming and charismatic persona with like gallons of coolness. this girl single-handedly made me like rock music and i bet she doesn't even know it.

forever and always grateful to have met these girls. we always say that the universe knew putting us together would literally make the world break so that's why we were scattered all around the world. these are the people i have always wanted in my life and i am not religious but whenever these girls are there for me, i thank whoever is up there for have giving me the opportunity to meet them.

[honeyleesblog]

14 Areas where Suze Orman's Advice May Fall Short or Be Controversial

Goodness Suze… . You either love her, scorn her or can't handle her. In truth, a lot of her suggestions is extraordinary stuff. However, some of it is faltering tense, and some guidance is absolutely horrendous. Despite the fact that I examined a piece of her suggestion, I respected what she's had the choice to do in showing the greater part. That was quickly thrown out after she shipped off her pre-stacked check card program that created brief investigation. As opposed to focusing in on the benefits the card offers (none that I am mindful of), she took a nobler course of calling people names that examined the card's benefits as shown underneath. In the above exchange, "@ptmoney" is my mate Phil Taylor, a CPA, individual bookkeeping blogger at PTMoney.com, and coordinator behind the Monetary Blogger Meeting. For sure she called my "battle mate" a bonehead, and that ain't cool. What's extensively really entertaining about that exchange is that Suze hurried to monitor her "unimaginable thing" and seemed like she was cautiously shutting it down. Well… .who's the numbskull now? consume

14 Areas where Suze Orman's Advice May Fall Short or Be Controversial

Coming up next are 14 unique reasons you shouldn't focus on Suze Orman All Guidance Must Be Thought about While considering other factors - No matter what the Source. Numerous people make themselves seem to be experts when there are no trained professionals - just experts. No place is this more clear than in the money related space. There are small bunches, maybe hundreds, of subtopics in the space of individual spending plans, and there are various decisions about all of them. Confounding this is the way no two people have definitively a similar financial situation. You should ponder financial direction and use the data you gain as a reason to help you with choosing decisions about your money related life. You should never heedlessly take action considering someone's proposal, least of which of a financial expert. That consolidates Suze Orman. Suze Orman Doesn't Have any acquaintance with You Taking financial direction from individual data on your circumstance is a certain something. One more to take it from someone's pontificating to a mass group and has emphatically no data on your situation. In any case, you may be fascinated or even worked with by Orman's public movement, and she knows nothing in a real sense about you. Expecting that she did, a singular detail in your money related situation - or even one just associated with it - could change her ideas. Most of Her Recommendation is Extremely Broad An expression goes, In the event that it's genuine, it isn't new, and assuming it's new, it isn't right," in this way it is with money related admonishment trained professionals, including Suze Orman. 90% of the direction spread to the larger part coming from an expert in any field is traditional - it's not surprising in the field, and you can go wherever. What makes the direction extraordinary is the singular wind added by the individual. That is more about the personality of the expert than it is about the significance and nature of the genuine direction. Orman in like manner will, as a general rule, point her suggestion at people who need significantly in excess of a basic perception of individual spending plans. This would most likely be the get-together to focus on her proposal and, amusingly, not follow it. You could be in this get-together assuming you prepare with all or even by far most of what Orman says. Moreover, in the event that you can't avoid being, you need to contribute extra energy working on getting information from various sources. It's not possible for anyone to bafflingly change you into a financial expert, not even your assets. That can happen accepting you center around making it veritable in your life. Your Monetary Circumstance is Remarkable Right when Orman keeps an eye on someone else's anxiety, it very well may be like yours, yet at the same time, it's seldom definitively like yours. A singular detail or two changes could invalidate her proposal for your circumstance. Take, for example, a decision on placing assets into the monetary trade. Orman can put out the general direction that everyone ought to be in the monetary trade. In any case, envision a situation where you have fickle compensation, a serious level of commitment, and a lot of mouths to deal with at home. Obviously, it very well might be recommended for everyone to be in the monetary trade; notwithstanding, that direction can be thoroughly misguided for your circumstance. Her proposal can make them apportion and put away to place cash in the protections trade when genuinely you should foster your in the event account. At the point when You Get That Well known, There Are Dependably Business Inclinations At the point when Suze progresses one of her books or undertakings or embraces an untouchable thing, there's cash on the line - as in real money to her. That should raise an admonition. Orman is a brand, regardless of what any other person could think. She is a conspicuously seen figure and particularly respected by her multitudes of fans. That sets out transformation open entryways, and you know that she's taking advantage of those. Everyone in her position does. I've recently referred to her famous pre-stacked charge card fiasco. At the point when you have that kind of star power, such offers come, and they're challenging to face. For example, you can recommend one of around six commitment blend organizations or with the best transporter Prizes Mastercard. Nonetheless, you choose to embrace the association with the fifth best program since they are paying you a charge. It continually occurs with apparent bosses. Nonetheless, that doesn't infer that the thing or organization advancing is consistent with your most noteworthy benefit. There's All in all too Much Accentuation on The Easily overlooked details I watched one of her tasks when she discussed The Latte Element. I can't resist the urge to admit that her point was persuading - yet this might have been a praiseworthy outline of construction over-substance. Orman's point should be especially taken: by ending at Starbucks every day to buy a $4 latte, you are spending something like $1,000 every year that you don't need to spend. You can save that money by making your coffee at home and setting up some the gigantic holder to convey with you to work. The issue with that allure is that you can contribute a lot of energy and effort, expecting to reduce little expenses like lattes and not consider certified money to save when you're done. Additionally, this may not be amazing direction for people fighting with financial perseverance. Numerous people in that particular situation have recently reduced the little expenses and are at this point sinking. In that situation, the best direction might be to take on significant expenses, like housing or your vehicle, and trade down on both. Numerous people in financial difficulty are there since they can hardly deal with the expense of the best costs in their lives. You can't fix that issue by eliminating lattes Besides, on a singular note, continuing basic costs low enables me to bear the expense of excesses like lattes. I profoundly want to be on what might measure up to a financial "diet" with fundamentally every consuming class in my lifespan. However, maybe that is me. Besides, I'll orchestrate a Grande sans sugar Carmel Latte at my work tomorrow. No, Everybody Shouldn't Put resources into Stocks Orman enthusiastically recommends placing assets into the protections trade to anyone who will tune in. This is a standard issue, one-size-fits-all direction, and maybe not even "urging." The good instinct should tell a "financial expert" that few out of every odd individual ought to place assets into the protections trade. The allure ends up being significantly more problematic following five years of a solid run-up of stock expenses. Does she encourage anyone to cut down their receptiveness to stocks or contribute with assistance like Improvement that rolls out the improvement for you? Does she anytime tell anyone this moment is the ideal open door to get out completely? No. Regardless, believe it or not, she offers urging on when to sell a specific stock. The deficit of that idea makes her stock insight look exorbitantly standard - it's what the extensive variety of purported experts are saying. Likewise, it has all the earmarks of being that accepting at least for now that you're giving direction to endless people doing combating with assets, overall, empowering care or recommending polishing off positions in a record market appears to be OK. No, Everybody Will not Get Wealthy in the Securities exchange I can't stick this totally on Suze Orman - Dave Ramsey does. Similarly, he covers it in shared holds. However, we should continually be stressed over the assumptions for any purported financial expert who sounds in any capacity whatsoever like a bring in pain free income prankster. Question to each money related ace, including Suze Orman: Would you say you are a financial instructor or an ally of the monetary trade? Since there's a great deal of cheerleading coming from Money Road and the financial media, it seems, by all accounts, to be that a financial expert ought to be the individual urging alert. The way that she doesn't should make us questionable. While it's legitimate, quantifiably talking, that the monetary trade has returned an ordinary of something in the extent of 8% to 11% every year beginning around 1926 (dependent upon the source), it can change extensively after some time from year to another. It is similarly a reality that there have been numerous years that left monetary benefactors financially squashed. People in close money related conditions shouldn't need to try to pile up in the monetary trade, as they have more prompt concerns. Besides, regardless, the probability that they could become rich by placing assets into stocks is generally around clever. Suze Doesn't Necessarily Heed Her Guidance While supporting stocks for all, Suze puts her money basically in - drum roll - common securities! It might be ideal assuming that you kept an eye out for any expert who works under "do as I express, not as I do." Exactly when you're a financial expert giving out direction that others are relying upon, the empty talk isn't just glaring. It's vile

[sboochi]

Little Mermaid inspired AU!

Drawing fish people is fun :)

[darklyndivinely]

The Inevitable Heartbreak

Fandom(s) - Moon Knight, Marvel

Pairing(s) - Marc Spector x gn!avatar!reader, (Implied) Steven Grant x gn!reader

Prompt(s) - "You'll find someone better than me, I promise you that."

Summary - With pain dripping from his lips and tears falling from his eyes, Marc Spector breaks your heart.

Warnings - Angst, like seriously angst, slight fluff, use of curse words, making out.

Wordcount - 2k+

A/N - My first ever fic on Tumblr and it's for @beautifulbows924's 2k celebration, I'm so happy for you. Please check her out everyone, she's amazing. This fic has like too many details that maybe fell flat and Marc's probably ooc so forgive me for that. I have written the reader to be Hermes' avatar who is the Greek god of travellers, merchants, thieves and many other things however reader can be taken as Mercury's avatar as well as he's never exclusively mentioned and also please check out Sedated by Hozier, a song that matches the story's vibe. I would love to know what y'all think about it. Thanks and stay safe all.

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It was early in the morning when Marc arrived. Silent steps and imposing presence, he did not appear to be in a fantastic mood. Eyeing his sage green bag and the shadow to his stance, you ponder over what could have happened. You chalk his bad mood upto Khonshu as you shut the door behind him. He probably made Marc do something shitty again.

You were lucky in that regard, you suppose. Your god doesn't demand a lot of you. A few errands here and there, sometimes he asks you to disguise yourself and pass on a few gifts to mortals he deems worthy and occasionally train his demichildren, but he has never forced you to commit to things you weren't comfortable with.

Marc deviates from your usual routine today. Instead of heading towards the kitchen or your balcony where you both usually have your breakfast together, he heads towards your bedroom. You don't give his actions a second thought, assuming that he wants to exchange his clothes for new fresh ones that he must have brought in his bag and so you head to your kitchen to prepare your regular cups of coffee.

When you return to your living room a couple minutes later with two steaming cups of coffee in your hands, Marc is returning from your bathroom with all his bathing necessities clutched in his hands that he proceeds to dump in his bag. You wonder at his actions as you set the cups on the table. A peek in his bag shows that he has retrieved almost all of his and Steven's things that were kept in your apartment; spare clothes, combs, towels, perfumes, books that Steven had lent you, along with all his bookmarks, everything.

You question him on it, but he ignores you and instead steps up to your quaint coffee table and hesitantly plucks four of the six watches there. He carefully tucks them in his bag as you stiffen at his actions.

Marc was a casually passionate horologist, a word you had curiously looked up for him. He had a rather impressive collection of multi hued, antique, as well as modern watches. Those watches had been an integral part of building intimacy between you both. Every milestone of your relationship had been accompanied by Marc fondly pressing a watch he treasured into your palms. When you had asked him why he did that, he had told you that he wanted to share with you a hobby that brought him genuine joy and so you had cherished every single gift he had ever given you and this rather excitable side of his that you got to be a part of. You found yourself obsessed over the glimmer in his eye every time he noticed you wearing one of his pieces, every breathy little 'I love you' that used to tumble from his lips just after and the way his fingers would ghost over your wrist throughout your time together.

As he zips his bag with all of him you had stored in every part of your apartment, a piercing dread spreads through your heart. You dazedly observe Marc drag his eyes longingly around your apartment.

You shouldn't be so affected, you think, they're just watches after all and he probably needs them but you can't help but wonder if you had given too much emotional value to them, if you were the only one who viewed them as a really crucial part of your connection with Marc. Your heart feels heavy in your chest as if it has been stuffed with rocks and your throat feels constricted as you try to speak up.

"Marc," you start weakly, "what is going on?"

He finally meets your eyes, trepidation littered all over his face. He sports his usual creases on his glabella, smile lines more prominent than ever as he runs his fingers through his unkempt hair.

"I think we should break up." He says it, finally says it as his wide eyes bore into yours to gauge your reaction.

You wonder if he can identify anything you're feeling on your face because you sure as hell can't. Are you even feeling anything right now? You're not sure. All you feel is like you are caged somewhere outside your body and can't conjure up any emotion even if you tried.

"Oh." is all you say, blinking heavily. With just a couple of his words, you can foresee all the turmoil, the distress and the pain with arms extended ready to consume and eat you alive. How long will you survive or rather, will you survive at all?

"Please, say something! Anything!" Marc pleads, stepping closer to you. Still, there' are a couple steps between you both and Marc has never seemed so close yet so far away, not even when he so often withdrew into his little bubble for extended periods of time. Today, it feels as if you're looking at him from another planet. He seems so strange... so different. You wonder when things changed and you didn't even notice them.

"Is this because of Khonshu?" You ask, tilting your head, the answer vibrating deep in your bones.

Marc doesn't reply, he doesn't have to. You can see it in the way his eyes dart away, glaze over and immediately return to yours.

His unspoken confirmation is all you need to finally snap out of your numb state because, of course its Khonshu. That dumb old bird had been fucking your lives for way too long now and your restraint has finally snapped. You were going to put him in his place today. He will learn to respect his avatar as a person and not a toy to be mistreated. He thinks he's oh so powerful, well you'll show him powerful. You'll reach out to every one of your contacts; gods, demigods, nasty witches ready to fuck him over with just one word out of your mouth. That selfish little bastard won't ruin Marc and yours relationship any longer, you'll make sure of it.

Heavy hands suddenly tug at your shoulders, spinning you around quickly as your eyes connect with Marc's. In your anger, you realize you had picked up your golden wing keychain with your car keys attached to it.

Marc pulls you close to him, his breath fanning your face as he gently rubs your shoulders. You're caught between feeling angry at him for stopping you and also feeling relieved that he's finally touching you in some way, that there's no longer a huge distance between you two.

"Marc, don't you.." He shushes you abruptly, looking spent to the bones as if he has reached the end of his limit and was about to break any second.

"You know why I have to do this. Please don't make this any harder than it already is."

"No, that's the thing, Marc, you don't have to do this. You know that and yet every time you bend over to do everything Khonshu says." You answer indignantly, "It doesn't make sense. He cannot keep using you like this anymore. He's making you end your relationship with me and you're doing it, just like that."

You push him away, "Where's my say in all this, Marc? Huh? Do you consider me that weak, that defenseless to just break up with me because Khonshu did what? Threatened to kill me?"

"I don't consider you defenseless, you know that, but I can't risk it. Dammit! I can't fucking risk it." He chokes out heavily, his hands clawing at your arms to tug you back towards him.

"With me, you're always going to be in danger, there's always going to be a threat hanging over your head and I. can't. fucking. risk it, you know it. You know all of it." He cries against your hands, holding your palms upto his cheeks as his tears trickle down your fingers, "I'm sorry for this, I really, really am but if something happens to you because of me, if you get hurt because of me, I won't ever be able to forgive myself."

He's shaking against you. You've never seen him like this before and it absolutely shatters your heart. Why do things have to be like this? So desolate and hopeless? Why only for you both?

His confession ignites within you feelings of love and fear and concern and desperation and anger and it's all too fucking much. The next thing you know, you're clutching at Marc's jacket and molding your lips with his. One of his hands wraps around your waist, the other gripping the side of your neck with such a familiar touch that your heart howls in agony.

You won't be able to comb your fingers through his hair anymore or softly caress his eyelids when he finally returns from his avatar duties to spend some time with you, no eating obnoxious amounts of takeouts while you lounge on your couch or training with him on rare nights where you shift in your armours and fight each other. No drinking till you're both shitfaced and horny and can't keep your hands off each other or forcing him to buy matching shirts with you so you could bond with both him and Steven over it.

You'll never get to do any of it with him ever again and it makes you sob in his mouth as you kiss him like you are greedy for the air in his lungs. His lips are familiar and safe and warm against yours and you don't know how long you hold each other, how long you both cry as your fingers clutch at his shirt and his stay glued to your jaw.

What's going to happen to you now? What going to happen to Steven? Oh gods, Steven. He's going to be so heartbroken. You are going to be so heartbroken. His sweet and tender disposition, always tousled hair and his animated ramblings, you're never gonna see him again. You'll miss the way he constantly moves his hands as he talks and the ever-present glimmer in his eyes deeply, his absence would slowly drain you of life, would slowly drain you of him. You wonder if he can see you right now, if he is indeed listening to all that is transpiring.

When you open your eyes a while later, having calmed down from your most recent wave of heartache, Marc's eyes are reflecting hazel from the gentle sunlight hitting his face. His forehead is peppered with faded scars, moist eyes gazing at you like a devout at their god and you wonder how you can feel so much love and misery with just a single eye contact. Why do you have to love these two wonderful and beautiful and compassionate men and then lose them just like that? Why does Marc have to be so stubborn and protective and paranoid, and why would you still utterly wreck yourself for him?

"I'm sorry," he whispers, voice hoarse, "you'll find someone better than me, I promise you that." His eyes flit across your face repeatedly, desperately. "You'll find someone better than us... and when you do, you won't regret a single thing."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You won't, you want to scream at him. You'll never find someone like them. Someone like him. Ever.

"Close your eyes." He says softly. You don't want to but you reluctantly do as he says, burning the image of him under the golden rays and the bridge of his nose, the creased glabella and the delicate bow of his lips in your eyes and your soul.

The only indication of his departure is the soft click of your door, the lost 'I love you' he leaves you and the two cold cups of coffee still waiting to be held. He's left your heart and your apartment just that little bit more empty.

A cold breeze sweeps through your living room, your god materialising behind you. He's probably been here a while, you think as you wipe at your ever-watering eyes.

You wonder if he can teach you how to outrun the pain.

[bakudekushimasimp]

Pairings: katsuki bagukouxy/nxkirishima

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, threesome, vaginal sex, anal, DP, mild degradation, unprotected sex (wrap it, before you tap it), oral

Summary: you walk into their dorm while they’re comparing sizes 👀

*A/N: yes they are in a dorm but they are also aged up, however old reader thinks is appropriate for people to have sex at, I don’t see grown men comparing sizes so of course they’re still younger. (I’m thinking around 18) can be older! It’s all up to the reader!

Mina and you are walking down the hallway about to turn in for the night, discussing improving your quirks and how your internships have been going. Everyone was either already in their dorms, washing up, or chatting it up in the lounge area. You both pass by the boys restroom as Todoroki steps out in only a towel hanging on his hips. Mina, being the overly confident one, praises him for his fit figure and tells him she might need his ice quirk with how hot he’s made it in the hallway and it wasn’t because his fire quirk. Shouto’s cheeks turn a bright shade of pink as he slips past you two and crosses the hall to his dorm. You both continue walking as you both giggle at his cute reaction. Mina then decides to bring up the topic of who the cutest boy was in your class. You roll your eyes and look at Mina,

“Mina, we are not 13 anymore.” She only nudges you and laughs. “That doesn’t mean you haven’t thought of any of the guys being insanely attractive, or their quirk just interest you more than others..” You think about it as you watch your feet, and slow down your pace. Now that you thought about it you have been paying more attention to someone than usually. Not being able to take your eyes off them while training. Or in class. A blush creeps across your face and Mina shouts, “See! I knew you had a little crush on SOMEONE!” You jump and quickly tell her to quiet down. You did not want to draw attention to yourself. Before you can say anything Mina turns to you abruptly, “Y/n I totally forgot. Kirishima has my *insert subject* book from class he needed to borrow it to finish up some of his homework do you think you could grab it for me! I need it before tomorrow!” An image of Red Riot smiling flashes across your mind and you start to stutter, “I s-suppose.” She jumps a little and claps her hands. “Thank you y/n” she quickly gives you a hug, your now standing in front of her dorm room door. “I’m going to bed, but you can leave it outside my door I’ll grab it in the morning when I wake up!” You hesitantly smile, hoping that the boys weren’t busy or asleep so you didn’t disturb them over a silly book. Mina retreats into her room, as you turn around to head back towards the boys dorm.

You stand in front of there door hearing muffled voices on the other side. You figure it’s better to get it over with, and since they both seem more than awake you’d just grab the book and go. You take a breath and twist the door knob open.

Your breath catches in your throat and your mouth hangs slightly ajar. Your face turns a fiery red. Both Katsuki and Kirishima stand their with their manhood in their hands. It looked as if they were trying to compare sizes, you only heard a brief “mine is definitely bigger,” before they turnt to the side snapping their heads towards you. You never knew someone could be that big. Kirishima’s cheeks flush and he quickly pulls his shorts up and over his cock only leaving his perfect v line and a red trail to view. Katsuki still holds his and isn’t so quick to move but eventually tucks himself back into his sweatpants. “What are you staring at idiot!” He practically barks at you. “Never seen a dick before?” Your throat is so dry your eyes quickly shift to the floor and you simply croak out, “M-m-Mina sent me to get her book from Kiri.” You see Kirishima tense at your cute nickname you’ve always called him. Katsuki rolls his eyes and grunts plopping onto his bed. “Well.” You look up from your feet and make eye contact with Kiri. He chuckles and scratches the back of his neck, “I guess I did forget to give that back to her,” he then turns walking to his desk and grabs the book. But before he could make it to you, to hand it to you, Bakugou stops him. “Wait,” you both turn and shift your attention to him. “so you obviously just saw us both just now when you walked in so..” you look down quickly twirling your thumbs around each other. Kirishima shifts back and forth on his feet feeling embarrassed by the whole situation. “Who looks bigger to you.” You stop twirling your thumbs at the same time Kiri stops shifting on his feet. You look up at Katsuki who is now leaned back smirking with both hands behind his head. You can’t help but look at his muscular arms twitch, and your eyes trail to his shirt that is lifted revealing a peek of his toned abs and blonde patch of hair that leads to the monster he was hiding in his sweatpants. You hurry and snap your eyes back up to his face where his smirk has now widened he knows what he’s doing, he licks his bottom lip and brings it under his teeth. His look sends a rush of heat straight to your core, dampening your panties. You then look to Kirishima who’s print is revealing itself in his shorts. He licks his lips, “You don’t have to answer that we all know the answer.” Katsuki sits up breaking his seducing pose and shouts “Oi!” You giggle and they both can’t help but let out a groan at the cute sound leaving your mouth, thinking of how nice your moan must sound. Katsuki’s cock twitches underneath his sweatpants and he stands and walked towards you like a lion prowling on its meal.

“We’ll see about that, Y/n can decide who genuinely has the bigger cock here.”

Kirishima tosses his book to the side and slowly approaches you never breaking eye contact as Katsuki makes sure the door is secured shut. Kiri comes up and gently cups your face and your legs start to tremble. Katsuki comes up behind you pulling his shirt off on the way, and soon enough you are pressed between both guys. Bakugou runs his hands down your arms and over your hips as Kirshima leans in only an inch or so away from your parted lips. Bakugou leans into your ear after places a few sloppy kisses up your neck, “tell us you want this..” your eyes are fixed on Kirishima’s and you can’t believe this is happening. “Y-y-yes.” Bakugou nibbles and your ear and then bites your shoulder leaving a love bite. “Yes what?” Kirishima is searching your eyes waiting for the words his erection raging underneath his shorts, he gently pressed it into your stomach as he is taller than you. “I want this, I want you, both.” You finally manage to get out. Katsuki hums into your skin as he grabs your ass and slides his hands around your thighs feeling all your curves. Kirishima takes the opportunity of your little moan to kiss you letting his tongue slip into your mouth. You both start kissing wildly and passionately as if you’ve both been waiting for this moment. Bakugou’s hand slips into your pants as he continues to leave his marks over your neck and shoulders, he feels just how wet him and his roommate have made you. “Already s’wet for us, you came here wanting to get fucked didn’t you, you little slut.” He pulls his fingers out of your pants covered in your slick and brings it up to where you and Kiri are lustfully exploring one another’s mouths. He pushes his finger in the mix of both of your tongues letting you both have a taste. You let out a whimper as Kirishima groans into your mouth. Katsuki pulls his finger back and takes it into his own mouth sucking in the mix of saliva and juices. “S’good” he groans as he pushes his erection into your ass.

Kirishima pulls away from you a string of saliva drawn between both of your lips. You look at him dazed with hooded eyes. He pulls your shirt over your head as Katsuki unhooks your bra from behind you and they let both pieces of clothing fall to the floor. Katsuki grabs your breast and squeezes tightly, “who knew you were hiding such a sexy body underneath that hero suit of yours, you’re always so shy and bashful but look at you turning into our little whore.” Katsuki slaps one of your breasts causing you to let out a whimper. Kirishima slips his shorts off along with his boxers and pumps himself with his fist watching as Katsuki plays with your hardened peaks. You rub your thighs together trying to give some type of relief to your aching sex. Bakugou makes eye contact with kirishima and it’s like they exchanged words because next thing you know Kiri was sweeping you up and bringing you to the bed. Kirishima lays you on the bed and helps you out of your remaining clothes, while Katsuki is removing his sweatpants and boxers from his godlike body. Kiri crawls between your legs letting your thighs rest on his as he spreads you out in front of him. You bring your hands over your eyes to hide your face and Kiri leans down next to your ear. “I’ve only dreamt of this happening, I can’t believe I can really enjoy you like this y/n. Don’t worry I’ll be gentle.” You remember the length and girth of his member from early and all you can think is of how no matter how gentle he was he’d still tear you open. Your pussy clenches around air, your stomach in a knot.

Katsuki makes his way over to you and stands next to where your head lays on the bed. He strokes himself and reaches out removing one of your hands from your face. “Don’t be shy now.” Kiri takes your other hand and lets it run from his chest to his rock hard abs. You shutter at the feeling sending goosebumps up your body. You look at Bakugou’s stuff erection and watch the precum drips from his tip down his shaft. He lets go of your arm and grabs a fist full of your hair pulling you to the perfect angle. He slaps his member on your cheek, “open.” You look at him through your lashes and open letting your tongue roll out. He wastes no time shoving his cock into your mouth letting his head fall back at the sudden warmth. Kirishima kisses his way down your body to your core, but before ravishing you he doesn’t hesitate to leave some love marks/bites all over the insides of your thighs. You try to refrain from squeezing his head between your legs as he then licks straight up your slit and starts to suck on your swollen clit. You moan letting your eyes roll back, the vibrations around Katsuki’s cock driving him wild. He thrust in and out of your mouth matching your head bobs. Kirishima uses one of his hands to slip a finger into you to prep you for what was to come as his other hand went to work twisting your nipple and palming your soft tit. You were drenching his face as you reached your high, it seemed Bakugou was coming close to his as well. Kirishima added another digit to your cunt and curled his fingers pressing against your sweet spot. Your back arched off the bed and not much longer you were coming unraveled. As your throat opened and you hummed against Katsuki’s cock he took the opportunity to shove his entire length down your throat, thrusting into your face until he exploded forcing you to swallow every drop he gave you. He pulled out of your mouth and tapped you on the face wiping saliva and cum across your cheek. “You liked me fucking your pretty little face didn’t you slut.” You nodded your head yes licking your lips, kirishima came up from devouring you to bring you into another hot steamy kiss both of you tasting you and Katsuki on each others tongues.

Kirishima then rolled you both over pulling you on top of him. Your breast hovering over his face and his cock at your entrance. “Are you ready, y/n?” He then took a nipple into his mouth and sucked gently. You brought a hand up to tangle in his hair, and you stammered out “y-y-yes Kiri, I’m ready” he nipped at your nipple at released it from his mouth. He looked at you to check if there was any doubt in your eyes but all there was was the reflection of lust and desire. He slowly started to push himself into you and you could already feel the stretch. He placed his hands on your hips easing you down gently. There was pain mixed with pleasure. All your wetness from the orgasm made it a little easier. Katsuki was on the bed and had positioned himself behind you. He reached around and cupped one of your breast while the other hand rubbed circles over your clit creating more slick for kirishima to push himself into you. You eased yourself all the way down, letting Kiri bottom out in you. You moaned his name digging your nails into his chest. His quirk activating at the sensation making you moshing even louder as you felt him harden and pulse inside you. He pulled you down into a sloppy kiss. Katsuki took the opportunity to massage your bottom as Kiri started his movements thrusting into you. Suki spit letting it drip down onto your lower back he rubbed his thumb in it dragging it down to your puckered hole. He eased his thumb inside you stretching you. You gasped at the feeling of something penetrating you there. “You like that dirty slut?” He slapped your ass cheek with his other hand. You grinded yourself against Kiri moaning into his mouth. “I’ll show you who’s dick you like more, princess.” With that Kirishima broke the kiss and moved to your neck finding your sweet spot and not moving. Katsuki removed his thumb and ran his length up and down your ass. He eased himself into you giving you time to adjust. He groaned as you sucked him in to your tightness. Kirishima was panting as you had your mouth agape tongue hanging out. Kiri took two fingers and hooked them into your mouth as Bakugou reacted up and grabbed your throat bout of them penetrating you at the same time. The tension in your stomach built as you felt another release coming. Kiri’s thrusts we’re turning sloppy as he starting mumbling to himself. “Fuck…s’tight..you like taking both of us…our little slut..all ours.” Katsuki smirks and slams himself into you causing your back to arch higher. “Look at you bringing Red Riot to his knees.” You tighten around both of their cocks as you reach your release. Kiri squeezes your thighs hard as you clench down on him. You see spots of white as you squirt all over his cock and Katsuki’s balls.

Katsuki pulls out of your ass looking at the gaping mess he’s left you, grabbing your hair and pulling you up to his chest. He grabs your thighs and pulls your body off Kiri holding you as Kirishima gets up on his knees. Bakugou puts you back down on the bed, your knees and arms wobbling as you are on all four. “We’re not done with you yet, princess.” He grabs your hair and slips himself inside your drenched sex. “Fuck.” He moans bottoming himself out. You can feel your stomach bulge as he fills you up. Kiri swipes your hair out of your face and caresses your chin pulling your face up he gives you a lazy smile before licking his bottom lip and pushing himself to your mouth. As Katsuki starts to relentlessly pound into your walls he uses the grip on your hair to help you suck all your wet juices off his friends dick. You gag slightly as he forces your head completely down his length. Tears brim your eyes at the complete euphoria your body is going through. Katsuki shoves your head down several more times before kirishima throws his head back loudly moaning your name. He pulls out and paints his seed across your beautiful face. The sight pushes Bakugou over the edge and he releases his vice grip on your hair to dig his fingertips into your hips, he was sure to leave bruises. He sloppily pumped into you until he pulled out and fisted himself until he released all over your back.

You collapsed onto their bed making sure not to lay your face directly onto anything. Katsuki chest is heaving as he climbs off the bed, kirishima holding you somewhat in his lap. Bakugo grabs a towel and hands it to Kiri for you both to clean up while he cleans himself up. After you all are wiped clean you all lay on the bed. Your whole body is tingling and your mind is spinning. You lay between Dynamight and Red Riot amazed that you of all people just got to experience them both at the same time. You lay on Kiri’s chest as Bakugou rubs circles where he had just spread his seed on you only moments ago. Didn’t take him long to break the after care silence when he clears his throat, “So who do you think was bigger?”I

[weebswrites]

Hi, first i want to tell you that I really love your writing, it's just so funny and cute and when I saw that there were open requests I didn't resist to ask if you could do some HC for the Brothers + dateables reacting to an MC crying because she loves them really really much? Thank you very much in advance!! love you <3 <3 <3 <3

The DB's & Dateables Reacting to MC Crying Because They Love Him so Much

A/N: I LOVE THIS SO MUCH STOP :'( I literally do this. Like my friend called me once and I started sobbing when I heard her voice bc I love her so much. And thank you hehe <3 I'm glad you enjoy my writing!!

Lucifer - would honestly cry too. He’d at least tear up, probably not fully cry. He’s never seen someone so genuinely fond of him, someone who genuinely wanted him to take breaks and make sure he’s well rested and fed. He honestly didn’t know it was possible. His heart is overrun with appreciation for you, and love. The purest love, and he hugs you tighter than ever before

Mammon - is confused. He’ll take it though, and definitely jokes around with you about it. “How couldn’t you love me, I’m the great mammon!” When his joke just makes you cry more (through a laugh) he’s taken aback, do you really love him this much? The same him that Lucifer strings upside down every time he steals something? He ruffles your hair and tells you that he l*ves you too

Leviathan - confused, but in denial. He’s just a crummy otaku, how could you love him? And to the point of tears? The two of you were just sitting on his bed talking when you suddenly teared up, and started gushing about how much he made you laugh and smile, and how much joy you brought to his life. He felt so moved by it though, and he definitely cries too. Maybe not until he’s alone, but thinking about how genuinely happy you say he makes you, and how he feels the same way? He’s never felt such a warmth in his heart

Satan - You must be talking about the wrong demon. Him? You’re sure? It makes sense that you love him, you’d exchanged the phrase back and forth before - it came with how incredibly close the two of you had grown since your arrival in the Devildom. But you loved him this much? The more you rambled about how much his wisdom and passion inspired you, he realized that he felt this strongly about you too. His lip trembles a bit, but he doesn’t cry - he just pulls your head against him and holds you close

Asmodeus - Well he is beautiful, how couldn’t you? But on a more serious note, he listens to what you say and thanks you sincerely for the compliments. It’s the most serious you’ve seen him, but you can tell it’s good. Your words moved him, sure people have confessed their love to him before, but he’d never felt even remotely close to the same way before. But now that it was you, his human, sitting before him, wiping tears off your cheek as you shower him in compliments and mend his insecurities, he realizes that he loves you this deeply too

Beelzebub - he thought he didn’t hear you right, but when he noticed you wiping your nose on your sleeve, he looked over. “MC?” you laughed lightly and kept talking, about how his smile filled you with happiness and how his hugs made you feel like you were truly at home. He listened and when you paused for a moment to gather your breath he leaned over and kissed your forehead gently. “I love you too, MC”. It was the first time he’d said the phrase in full, and hearing it from his voice made you cry more. He scooted your chair beside his and wrapped an arm around you, “I’m here”

Belphegor - You’re admiring him sleep, the way his chest rises and falls so softly and his lips are parted, when you feel a tear slip down your cheek. You giggle to yourself and wipe it away, but he’s woken up. “MC? What’s wrong?” he asks, and the groggy tone in his voice sends you over the edge. “I just love you” you explain, and continue on despite the confused look on his face. He was just sleeping? And now you’re crying? Because you love him? He pulls you down into his arms and nuzzles against you, “Thanks, MC. I love you too”

Diavolo - He's taken aback! He feels like a child at heart, but knows how intimidating he comes off to others, so seeing you be so vulnerable to him warms his heart. He doesn't ask what's wrong, mostly because he can tell by the look in your eyes what you're feeling. He simply pulls you against him and lets you happy cry into his strong, broad shoulders.

Simeon - I think he'd cry too, too. He's wanted a close relationship with you since meeting you - he could instantly tell how special you were and wanted to be someone you could confide in. Seeing this affirmation that you felt for him the same way he felt for you made him overjoyed, but he just takes your hands in his and kisses your forehead gently. "I love you too, MC"

Solomon - At first you thought he put some sort of potion in your drink to make you cry, but when you felt how your heart fluttered when you looked at him, you knew it wasn't directly his doing. You loved your best friend, and a wave of appreciation just washed over you like Leviathan summoned Lotan. He was confused, and you simply ruffled his soft white hair and smiled at him

Barbatos - the chaotic part of me wants to write this w barb being a snakey b word bc I hc him as mad sus but that isn't the fluff I know y'all are looking for ✋ He just sat down after running errands for Diavolo all day and let out a deep sigh, letting off steam as he vented to you about the countless things his boss made him do. Sure the pay is good, but he really just wants (needs) a day off sometimes. As you watch him talk with his hands and subtly roast Diavolo, you suddenly realize just how much you value the relationship you and Barbatos have, and it brings a tear to your eye. He doesn't notice at first, but when he does he stops talking to make sure he hasn't said too much or anything to upset you

[lizzibennet]

been thinking a lot about how i’ve seen people say anthony’s proposal to edwina is nonsensical, but i think it makes perfect sense, actually

after anthony and kate argue in the library, it is clear he has feelings for her and is aware of that, even if he doesn’t put a name to them

daphne interrupts them then, and when she and anthony argue, the following exchange happens:

and i’m sure daphne thinks she is helping here. obviously. she has always been a romantic, her entire season was focused on the fact she wanted a love match from day one, and she got it. she is now married to the man she fell in love with. of course, in her mind, telling anthony he is obviously in love means to daphne she is telling him to be honest with edwina and kate. and i’m sure she thinks this is exactly what she is telling him, because to her it couldn’t be clearer.

but, you see, this is how anthony reacts to daphne saying he is in love

see how incredulously he stares at daphne? in the frame where he is out of focus you can clearly tell he is in shock. he’s going thru the last few days and making sense of it... did he really fall in love with the sister of the woman he is courting? someone who literally minutes ago

was saying that she hated him??? is that really what is happening here???? (yes, anthony, it is)

here’s how he reacts next

look at the change in his stance, the sudden seriousness of his expression, even the fact he hides his hands (hint of untruthfulness, hello) and the tiny fake smile we see him sport all throughout the season when he is actually fucking unhappy but thinks he’s doing the right thing

i think what’s happening here is: he quickly realizes him being in love with kate makes perfect sense, explains everything that’s been going on. so the one thing he didn’t want to happen happened: he fell in love and to make matters worse fell in love with someone who apparently doesn’t reciprocate. basically, he fucked up. royally. so gif above is him deciding to move forward with the plan he’s stuck with the entire season: he will ignore the existence of love and marry whoever it is he thinks makes the most logical sense. here he is choosing to ignore the fact he is clearly in love with kate and to move forward with the engagement to edwina. “Then I know what I must do” means he will continue to do what he’s been doing since edmund passed: he will push his feelings down, pretend they don’t exist and do what he thinks is best for his family, no matter how much he suffers in the process

daphne, for her part, looks at him like this when he says that

because to her the realization of being in love would come with immediate actions towards pursuing it. little does she know anthony has just decided to do the exact opposite. the thought doesn’t even occurr to her, which is why she’s so shocked when he proposes and when he chooses to move forward with the wedding: because she knows he’s aware of his feelings for kate. that’s why she is genuinely angry at him, it makes no damn sense to her. truthfully anthony and daphne are not the same, and more than that, daphne doesn’t really understand him at all. 0/10 sibling communication here babes

so yeah it’s def daphne’s fuckin fault that anthony proposes to edwina lmao (/j but only kinda) she thinks making him see he’s in love will be enough when in reality it just makes him run from his feelings even faster. him choosing to actively ignore his feelings once he’s made aware of them makes perfect sense because he’s scared of feeling anything. that is why he proposes. cause he dumb. like emotionally he’s stupid. thanks for coming to my teddy talky

[alexiethymia]

A Case Study on Vanitas’ Character: On Vanitas’ Two Conditions

Since they’re animating the What is Love? episode next (episode 7), I couldn’t help but want to talk about that chapter. [spoilers for anime-only watchers!]

Vanitas has two conditions for Jeanne: 

1) She mustn’t drink blood from anyone else but him.

I admit that like Jeanne, it’s easy for me to fall into the trap of thinking Vanitas is a better guy than he is because of certain biases. Let’s admit it, this part was plain blackmail, and yet for some reason, with what we know of Vanitas now, there are also different ways of seeing this scene. 

Vanitas is ‘blackmailing’ Jeanne, but at the same time that blackmail is actually him also offering a solution to Jeanne’s problem. AND YET, HE DOES IT IN SUCH A WAY SO THAT JEANNE NEVER HAS TO FEEL LIKE SHE OWES HIM. More to the point, he does it in such a way to ensure that Jeanne continues hating him. In other words he, in his own twisted way, is doing a nice thing for Jeanne, while ensuring that she never likes him for it. Now I’m not saying it’s a purely altruistic thing, but I still think that Vanitas is drawn to Jeanne because she reminds him of himself back then. If so he knows precisely how to get her to receive help albeit through manipulative means. 

It’s not a purely altruistic thing. He states it so himself, what he gets out of it is the ‘divine feeling’ Jeanne sucking his blood gives to him again purposefully painting himself as a pervert so that Jeanne wouldn’t like him for helping her. But if we are to believe some theories that it’s not actually as enjoyable as he himself paints it out to be (I digress, but I think he’s being honest here. He strikes me as having a bit of a masochistic streak in him) (I digress from my digression, but theory time, what’s his bases of comparison?? Who besides Luna and Jeanne have drunk from him??), then there’s another dimension to his condition of ‘you must drink blood, only from me’. If he’s just in this for the feeling it gives him, then why word the condition that way? He’s never stricken me as possessive of Jeanne despite his words of ‘I want to possess all of you’, and as he’s stated, he doesn’t want Jeanne to love him back. I think this is just another case of his ‘use me’ mindset rearing its head again. He’s said it to Count Orlock, and we know that it started since his time with Dr. Moreau. It is definitely, definitely, unhealthy, and I believe it’s also coupled with his slight suicidal tendencies. If worst comes to worst and Jeanne ends up going out of control and killing him, he seems not to care. 

Going off tangent here, but another one of his contradictions is how ruthless he is at surviving and yet how careless he is with his life, especially when it comes to people caring for him. He’d rather be left in the snow than have Jeanne take care of him as repayment for him protecting her, or when he got angry at Noe for protecting him from Ruthven.

But at his core and as Luna stated, Vanitas is a kind child. It’s developed in an unhealthy way, but he’s quite self-sacrificial. It’s fine for Jeanne to use him so that Jeanne has a focus or outlet. At least when the craving for blood gets to be too much, Jeanne knows there’s someone she can drink from, which helps her so that she doesn’t lose control and lash out against Luca for example. And on Vanitas’ side, it seems like it’s fine for him to be put at risk so other people don’t have to be, and on Jeanne’s part too, it also helps her from further hating herself if she ends up hurting other people. 

In other words, his condition is both a selfish and selfless one, yet he paints it to be blackmail. It’s not an entirely good thing for him to do, because there’s definitely power play involved, but it’s also not as scummy as it is initially presented out to be with what we now know of his past. 

2) For Jeanne to call him by ‘name’. 

There are so many things going on here that I just can’t help but ramble about it. Firstly, I’m really interested in how this’ll be translated in the anime. Did Vanitas say call me by ‘Vanitas’, or call me by ‘my name’? Because if it’s the latter, then couldn’t Vanitas also mean (although not fully consciously) that he wants someone to call him by his true name like Luna did before he inherited the name ‘Vanitas’? (And I will just die if in a future chapter, Jeanne and Noe do end up getting to call him by his original name).  

Second, there are slight parallels and contrasts with this arrangement he has with Jeanne and with the one he had back then with Moreau. Obviously Moreau is trash and took full advantage of ‘No. 69′. He exercised all the power. In this case, Jeanne is hesitant about hurting Vanitas despite how aggravating he is towards her. She doesn’t want to drink his blood at all. Moreau was a human. Jeanne is a vampire, and despite physically being superior towards Vanitas she changes her demand into a plea or request for Vanitas to keep her secret. (And whelp that’s when she sealed her fate, because she apparently triggered Vanitas. Don’t worry though Jeanne, you’ll get your payback soon enough). Vanitas was completely without power before, so faced with a similar situation this time around, I think part of him let the power get to his head, causing him to partly take advantage of Jeanne (he’s a complete sadist AND a masochist). He has complete agency this time around. Sure he’s once again offering himself with the expectation of pain and at the risk of his life, and he’s also doing this for another person, like with Misha, but unlike with Dr. Moreau, the power is on his side this time around. 

Going off tangent, that’s one thing that Vanitas and Jeanne have to work on. Balancing power and agency. I get where Vanitas is coming from, surrounded by vampires as he is, and with his past too, but he has to realize that caring about and loving someone isn’t a matter of power. You don’t lose when you love and care. You don’t surrender power. You don’t have to take away someone’s agency or exercise your own power for you to manage to do good things for the people you care about. He has to manage that balance - likewise with Jeanne, Noe, and Domi as well. 

Going back. Since he has full agency in this case, it’s his decision to offer himself to Jeanne in this way, he doesn’t want to be dehumanized while doing so. He’s had enough trauma about that already. Despite how he words it, it’s actually a somewhat equivalent exchange between Vanitas and Jeanne. He offers her blood as a way for her to keep her sanity, but she can’t be removed from it, she has to look at him properly and consider him a person with full agency and choices, and not just as ‘that human’. 

And looking at their faces - Jeanne’s is an incredulous one as if to say, ‘that’s it?’ It’s both an easy and difficult thing for her to do. Meanwhile, for Vanitas, I’d expected him to look goading, but he just looks patient and soft. At least in this instance, I don’t see it as him forcing Jeanne to do something she doesn’t want to do - just an unexpected moment of wanting to be known and treated as himself. 

LISTEN HE IS FULL OF CONTRADICTIONS OK. We’re led to believe that all of his interactions with Jeanne until the moment he realized he fell in love with her was just him teasing her, but I believe he was already in the process of falling in love with her slowly. I’ll go so far as to say that he was the one who fell in love first, but he just interpreted it as his being ‘excited’ by her. In other words, the words he said (’I love you’) which we thought was a lie was actually the truth, albeit a truth he didn’t realize much later. 

Why do I think so? It’s because he revealed certain moments of vulnerability or sincerity with her or about her without any of the teasing, as represented by the italicized dialogue. It’s the same case for when he said he didn’t want to trod on her foot with Noe, or when he happily grinned and he said forthright Jeanne was the side of her he liked best (or when he promised he’d kill her). 

This is just an example of his contradiction. He never wanted or expected Jeanne to fall in love with him, and sure this could just be his wanting to push boundaries or test limits, being the chaotic person that he is, and yet, wanting to be called by name is a desire to form a genuine connection. 

He could have just remained as ‘that human’ to Jeanne while interacting with her. After all, what could stop him? He also had the first condition in place to make sure they’d continue to interact. And yet, he refused (like how Noe refuses to be ‘that vampire’ to him). 

Like Luna said, as long as he didn’t close his heart, he wouldn’t be alone. Even if Vanitas thinks it burdensome or wants to be ‘free’, it seems that he still does long for connection - romantic, platonic, or otherwise. 

And this is why I ship them, even in this instance so early on in the manga when arguably the dynamic wasn’t at its healthiest. It’s because of their background that draws them to each other and allows them an understanding of one another. It’s because of that desire to know more about each other. It’s because of that genuine care and wanting to form a connection with each other, despite part of them rejecting it because of their issues.

Do I think they’re good for each other? Yes. Admittedly, they have so much to work on, but I believe that they push (Vanitas with regards to Jeanne’s blood addiction, and Jeanne with Vanitas in his moment of vulnerability) because the both of them tend to be self-destructive if left to their own devices. It’s just that their version of care for each other is aggressive. They’ll have to find that balance though eventually. On Vanitas’ part he also has to be inspired by Noe that the kind of salvation a person wants may not be the best possible outcome, especially for those left behind. I’m not sure what Mochizuki sensei’s end message is suppose to be, but death I don’t believe is salvation.   

tldr: Vanitas is a self-sacrificial idiot who longs for connections under layers of self-loathing (but he’s still an asshole), and VaniJeanne is a good ship which had the foundations laid down from the beginning. 

[gaegalsyd]

Only for you

Summary: The children conducted a mini talent show

I read a talent show thing somewhere and my dad's been binge watching talent shows then I thought of mphfpc. And do I have unfinished stories? Yes. Will I write random stories instead of finishing those? Also yes.

Time is a precious thing, especially for Alma. Everything must be on time and not one second should not be wasted, but this does not mean not having time for amusement. This is why when Alma told you that it would be good for the children to do something fun, you immediately agreed.

During breakfast, all the children are already talking about what they plan to do for the day when Alma clears her throat to gather everyone’s attention. Before speaking, she looked at you with a little smirk on her face, then you nod to her.

“Children, miss y/n and I have talked last night and thought you might want to have more time to do something fun later this day” this was responded by excited cheers from the children which prompted you to speak with a grin “you all need not to be that excited” then the excited cheers turned to small laughs.

“Can we go to the beach, Miss Peregrine?” Olive asked

“We should have a picnic!” Claire exclaimed, then each of them shared their thoughts on what they should do instead.

Alma looked at you as if asking for some assistance which you responded with a playful shrug and a smirk. You may be considered as the second of the house, but you still leave the decision making to Alma as the ymbryne of this loop and the main caretaker of the children. You are just happy to support her in every choice she makes.

“I’m afraid that we will not have enough time to prepare for a picnic or going to the beach, I guess we can have a mini event instead” Alma said with nothing but gentleness in her voice. You really do adore seeing her being so gentle and loving towards the children.

The children agreed and talked about what they plan to do and they ended up agreeing to do a talent show. “What if we do a talent show but we can’t use our peculiarities?” Enoch voiced out which was immediately agreed to by everyone “And you’re not exempted to this, miss y/n” Enoch added with a smirk that caused another simultaneous agreement. When you looked at Alma, she was already looking at you and was failing to hide the smirk on her face and when you feigned a pout, she just shrugged as well. The two of you were the only ones to know about this small interaction of sorts and the “butterflies in stomach” never stops. This woman will be the death of you.

After breakfast, the children scrambled to finish their chores so they could plan for their mini talent show. You saw Alma in the backyard looking over the twins, you stood beside her and said “the children seemed happy with your idea” she looked at you with a smile and held your hand “you know how they can be sometimes, I am just glad to see them so happy” And you knew that you are being overwhelmed with happiness as well just by seeing her and the children happy “I cannot wait what they will be doing”.

The thing is, you will never exchange these kinds of moments for anything in this world and you may have meant that literally. Your peculiarity to feel if someone is being genuine with what they are saying allows you to pass as normal but you decided to stay in this loop after falling in love with it and to the woman sitting beside you.

After a few hours of continuing your tasks, you went to the library to have some alone moments that are needed when you have to deal with children for the whole day. Millard approached you to tell you that everyone’s already in the parlor and that the event will start any moment.

You went to the parlor and saw that the chairs are arranged the same way when they are having the movie except there is a space in the middle. Some of the children sat on the floor while you noticed that they had made a space for you and Alma to sit on the couch. Millard and Fiona stood in the center of the room, both holding a brush and using it like a microphone.

“Welcome everyone to our talent show! I will be one of your hosts for today and I am excited to showcase our talents.” Millard may be invisible but you can feel that he must be smiling widely. He was immediately followed up by Fiona “And what makes this talent show different is that, we must try our best not to use any of our peculiarities.” Millard started walking around and stopped behind you “Now, let me introduce our special guest, Miss y/n” Even though being a little surprised, you stood up and gave a wave that caused some giggles and after sitting down Millard continued “And of course, Miss Peregrine!” Alma just gave a small smile to the children, but the children seemed to be satisfied with it.

“For our first act, we have the twins!” Fiona introduced and then moved to the side. The twins performed a dance and they did it so synchronously that everyone applauded after they performed. The next to perform is Claire and Bronwyn who both sang joyfully, some of the children even sang along to the lyrics of the song. Horace followed with narrating a poem he wrote. Millard performed with his jokes that made everyone laugh not because it was funny but because of the cliche in every joke. Emma did some magic tricks that were definitely enjoyed by everyone, especially by the younger ones. Fiona showcased her talent in painting some flowers. And for the last act, Enoch, Olive, and Hugh made a skit of their everyday routines in the house, which everyone related to and laughed at.

“And of course, for our final show we have Miss y/n!” Millard announced and everyone, including Alma started applauding. You looked around in confusion but Enoch just said “we did agree that you are not exempted” then you turned to Alma to ask for some help but she just leaned to you and whispered “it’s your turn dear” you had no choice but to just sigh

You did not have any idea what to do as you stood in the middle of the room but when you looked at Alma, suddenly she was the only one you could see and it was as if seeing her again for the first time and wanting to confess your adoration towards her. And so, you knew what you could do and you started singing a song that you wrote, not looking away from Alma.

The simple thought of your name

Sends my heart to a delirious beat

And that look in your eyes,

I would trade for nothing

I was not one who understood

poems, love stories, and romance

But then you looked and smile at me,

I knew I can fill empty pages with love,

And that my soul will always remember.

After you finished singing, the children clapped and you walked slowly towards Alma feeling a little breathless as if you confessed your love to her all over again. But you’ll never tire of telling and showing her how much she means to you, you’ll never tire of seeing her look at you with so much adoration with her cheeks blushing and her eyes brighter than usual. When you reached her, she kissed your cheek that caused you to blush and it made her chuckle and the children are all smiling at the both of you knowingly. You thought that she must have been moved by what you sang, for her to kiss even just your cheek in the presence of the children is a big deal. However, you would not wish for her to take it back so you just smiled at her as a way of showing her how happy you feel.

The show ended with a standing ovation from the children and after the loop was reset, everyone turned in early. You and Alma still had to finish up some things such as tucking the children in and making sure that the house is secured. And as usual every night, you are cuddled with Alma in the bed you are sharing when a thought came up in your mind and you look at her “Why was I not exempted but you are?” which earned a small laugh from the ymbryne, she looked lovely when she doesn’t have her headmistress facade, you thought. “It was the children’s idea, my love” and you just joked to her saying “at least tell me you enjoyed my singing to make it worth it” and another small laugh from her but before saying anything, she kissed your forehead “I loved it” and you just hummed in response for you are already feeling the sleepiness.

But before you succumbed into sleep you heard a whisper from Alma “I love you”. And you may have been too sleepy to respond, but you knew that she was being genuine with her words and your heart felt full. And of course, you also knew that you love her too, with everything that she is and will be.