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glubglubgurgle · 24 days ago

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honey crisps (chapter 1)

a calebmc college au! you're using freshman year to spread your wings into the dating scene, but caleb will always be right beside you.

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8...

pairings: caleb/unnamed afab mc

tags: college alternate universe, FLUFF, calebmc are both freshmen, AU where they both have parents lol..., childhood friends to lovers, fake dating/practice dating/practice kissing/practice more...?, eventual smut but not in this chapter!! caleb third person pov, caleb yearns as usual

word count: 4.2k

a/n: one week late than promised eheh, i had such a tough time moving on from my last one </3 shout out @luvcandy24writer for answering every call and complaint i had with this and helping me w ideas and stuff :3 the number of chapters are undetermined and i will go with the flow like the last one -- pls be nice !!!

CROSS POSTED ON AO3

pings!!: @mcdepressed290 @ippilulu @st4rlight707 @auroranavi

chapter 1

“You know we could have just dormed, it would have been easier.” She complained as she unpacked the plates. “I don’t know why you insisted on getting an apartment…do freshmen in college even do this?”

Caleb rolled his eyes, “Yeah, as if I’m letting you live in the co-ed building. Shouldn’t you consider yourself lucky? Your best friend is letting you live with him for free.” The idea of her living under the same roof as other college guys made him tighten his grip on the clothes he was packing into his new dresser. “College guys are animals, pip.” He mumbled to himself.

He was lucky to have had a distant relative who owned the apartment building near campus, so he could actually afford it. But even if he couldn’t, he would have worked two or three jobs to keep her beside him. He was surprised her mom let her live with him. Their moms had been best friends since before they were born, he could have sworn they even planned their pregnancies near each other. Her mom was even elated once he asked if the two could share the apartment for college. She seemed more worried about the dorms than he was. His mom instead gave him an all-knowing smile and a thumbs-up, like she was wishing him luck.

She groaned, stomping her feet into his room. “How am I supposed to have the college experience, Caleb? How will I find a boyfriend when I live with a guy?” She complained, plopping herself onto his bed. Muffled, she said, “If I’m single forever, I’m going to kill you.”

He tried to hide the annoyance in his voice while responding to her. The thought of any guy thinking they were even worth her time made him clench his fists. He chuckled to act normal, “Even if you didn’t live with me, you probably wouldn’t know how to flirt your way to getting a date…much less a boyfriend.” He sat himself down on his desk chair and spun around to face her on his bed, just to be met with her glaring eyes.

“I can flirt!” She pushed herself off his bed and walked towards Caleb. She put a hand on each arm rest, caging him into his chair. Leaning in, “Guys are easy, as long as I’m pretty, right?” She fluttered her eyelashes at him, “Riiight, Caleb?”

Caleb forgot how to breathe. He wanted to be upset. Thinking about how she would try this on some random guy made him ball his hands up into fists inside of his pocket. But the sight of her right in front of him made him feel like a shy pre-pubescent boy again.

But he knew that if he wanted her to live with him, he had to be stronger. In a blink of an eye, Caleb managed to hide any sign of his true feelings and smirked up at her. “Sure, pipsqueak. As long as you’re confident enough.” He saw the flash of skepticism in her eyes and leaned in even closer to her, tilting his head slightly. “Are you?” He just couldn’t help how his own eyes betrayed him and took a quick glance at her lips before meeting her eyes again. His hand reached up at her, his fingers slightly tracing her jaw. His thumb grazed the line of her bottom lip.

Her face turned warmer and she straightened herself up. Looking away, she complained, “Ugh…you’re so weird.” She mumbled under her breath before stomping out of his room. “I’m gonna finish unpacking my room.” She called out before shutting his door.

Caleb thought that he probably looked stupid. He stayed in his position, with a hand reached out for a few seconds. The electricity still felt prominent on his fingertips, until he stretched his hand, as if checking to see if he still had control of it. He let out a sigh of relief, running his other hand through his hair. “Fuck…” He leaned himself back on his chair to stare at the ceiling. It was easier for him to hide how he felt about her during high school since she was focused on her studies. She then suddenly decided that being in college meant that she had to spread her wings and start dating.

Caleb groaned in frustration. She showed no signs of interest in him, which was probably his fault for coming off as too playful. He didn’t mean for it to be that way, he was just scared of scaring her off.

He stood up to look at himself in the mirror. He knew he had to have a new game plan for the year. Caleb didn’t want to just be her best friend anymore. He had to be the best person for her, or he thought he was going to go crazy. But he knew he couldn’t be too direct either. He poked his reflection. “Be more serious, Caleb. You have to earn her feelings…”

He threw himself onto his bed, staring once again at the ceiling to contemplate his life. He knew he had to focus on his studies, but he wondered if he was going to be able to focus while she was out and about on campus trying to find a boyfriend. Another realization hit him.

He didn’t know where she got the idea from, but she swore that he was going to be a playboy. Even made it a rule to make sure to communicate if there was going to be any, and in her words, “fornication” happening in the apartment. He almost laughed at how oblivious she was.

Their classes didn’t start for another two days, but a lot of people already bugged him about his phone number during orientation. He wasn’t the type to outright reject people, so he had to suffer the consequences of biting his tongue. He had to constantly put his phone on DND, only allowing messages from her.

He got up from his bed to walk to the room next door, hers. “Hey, have you unpacked your vanity stuff yet?” He asked from his doorway, acting like he didn’t make her flustered a couple minutes ago.

She still glared at him, “Yeah…why?” She answered anyway, pointing at the corner of her room where the mirror was.

Caleb let himself in and rummaged through her drawers. He picked out the frilliest scrunchie she owned. “Mind if I take this?” He held it up before slipping it onto his wrist, not even waiting for approval. He sat down on her bed, getting comfortable.

She scooted closer to him on her bed, stretching out the scrunchie on his wrist before letting it snap back onto him. “What are you planning on doing with this? You gonna grow your hair out?”

“Tch…” Caleb hissed, moving his wrist away from her. “Unlike you…I actually want to focus on my studies.” Lie. “And you know how irresistible I am to the ladies.” He rolled his eyes to hide his disappointment that she wasn’t one of them. “I’m just going to pretend I’m already taken.”

She furrowed her brows and slapped his chest. “Not this again! This was probably why no one liked me in high school!”

Caleb knew the real reason, but he held his tongue. If he told her that he actually stared down everyone that looked at her, she would have definitely killed him. He defended himself in his head, he just couldn’t help it, he thought it was merely instinctive. He was surprised she didn’t hear all the rumors.

“That was not it, and if anyone liked you, you wouldn’t have even noticed. Your nose was glued to your studies…as it should have been.” He hummed his satisfaction. “Anyways, let me have this. I’m too busy to be dating around. I have my studies, that job, and you to take care of.” He closed his eyes, embracing the comfort of being near her. The ache in his muscles from lifting heavy boxes became more evident.

“You act like I’m a kid.” He could hear her huff.

He didn’t open his eyes to respond, “You’re not a kid. You’re someone I care about, stupid. Taking care of you is nothing new to me.” He mumbled, just loud enough for her to hear. “Now let me nap in here, it’s too cold in my room and your plushies make comfortable pillows.” He turned to his side, grabbing a random stuffed animal to hug. He only meant to mess around with her but ended up drifting to sleep.

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He was being shaken awake softly a few hours after. Caleb slowly blinked himself awake and squinted behind him to see her rubbing her eyes. She seemed to have just woken up too.

“Caleb…didn’t you say your friend asked you out for a drink?” She yawned midway through her sentence. Her hair was messy and her big shirt slid off one of her shoulders. The sight made him blush and look away.

Then her sentence finally processed in his head and he fished through his pockets and the bed to search for his phone. Luckily for him, he had only fallen asleep for two hours and the agreed meeting time wasn’t for another hour. He sighed a breath of relief.

He made a friend from orientation, the only one who noticed that he wasn’t in the mood to talk to any of the girls and pulled him away from the crowd. Caleb thought he owed him his life. He even found out that the two of them were extremely alike and instantly clicked.

She laid back down beside him, suddenly calm. Like she noticed how he wasn’t rushing so she decided to relax herself.

It reminded Caleb of their situation. “Did you fall asleep too?” He asked her, turning around to face her while still lying down. The two of them shared a bed before. She used to be afraid of thunderstorms, but she eventually grew out of it halfway into their high school years. He was just taken back since it had been a while.

She softly nodded her head against the pillow, her eyes shut. “You looked so peaceful…and it made me sleepy too.” She stretched, pulling on the blanket that he barely noticed he was covered in and turned away from him. “When is she meeting with you?”

“I’m going to meet her at that fancy restaurant down the street. I might not be home if I get lucky, so don’t wait for me.” He matter-of-factly stated, attempting to hold in his laughter.

“Oh…so you ARE just a liar. So much for focusing on studying.” She mumbled, aggressively tugging more of the blanket.

Caleb poked the back of her head and chuckled, “Silly girl. You call me a liar and then believe the most obvious one. Where’s that sharp wit of yours?” Caleb was thankful she couldn’t see him. The biggest smirk was plastered on his face at the thought of her thinking he was actually meeting a girl. His head filled with ideas of her being even the slightest bit jealous. “HE’S meeting me in like an hour. It’s just the restaurant a block away from here, so it’s no rush.” He stared at her back, looking for any signs of relief, yet she only hummed an acknowledgement. He lied on his back to stare at her ceiling. The ceiling they shared. “I won’t get a girlfriend…buuut if you really wanna date someone, you can practice with me.” He believed in his heart that he said that as cool and calm and collected as he could. Deep down, he wanted her to agree instantly.

She turned her head to glare at him over her shoulder. “Don’t say things you don’t mean, Caleb. What if I was one of those lovesick puppies that follow you around at school?”

“I wouldn’t mind if it was you.” He responded too quickly, too confidently. He swore he slipped up.

She turned her body back towards him, laying her head on her arm, intently staring into his eyes. “You’ve never dated anyone either, what could you possibly teach me?”

Caleb was quiet for a bit. She was right, he hadn’t been in any relationship. He ran out of things to say considering he didn’t even expect for the conversation to get that far in the first place. He was suddenly proud of his quick thinking. “I know what a guy likes.” He muttered.

He didn’t know who inched closer to who, but their faces were close enough to feel the heat radiating from each other. Her eyes flitted between his and his lips, and then she scrunched her eyebrows together. “Don’t tease me, Caleb. It’s not nice.” She sat up, turning to get up from the bed.

He caught her wrist and lifted himself up slightly so he could face her. “I mean it…I…” He wondered how he was going to explain himself. He didn’t know if there was a way to keep her from dating around. Caleb always wanted to support whatever she wanted to do, but he wanted her to do it with him. “My door’s always open for you. I just don’t want you going to random guys…is all…” He looked away, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, embarrassed. He dropped her wrist and stood up from the bed. He was nervous to see what her expression was, but once he reached her doorway, he turned back to see her making the same expression he had. “Come with me to meet my friend, I’ll treat you to dinner.”

Caleb actually regretted inviting her with him. He forgot that his friend was an attractive guy.

Gideon was waiting for them at the table, looking like he just came from a modeling shoot of athletic wear. He wore a tight muscle tee that accentuated every curve of his muscle, and his hair was tousled perfectly atop his head. Caleb suddenly felt underdressed despite the two of them sporting athleisure. He had a bright smile the moment he spotted him, and his eyes wandered to the girl next to him with surprise. He stood up to greet the two of them, extending his hand out towards her. “Hey, you must be the girl he always talks about. I’m Gideon.”

Caleb looked to his right, pulling up a chair for her to sit to mask his true intention. Checking to see her reaction to him. Her eyes widened, and a soft smile played on her lips as she reached her own hand out to shake his. “H-hi.” Caleb chose to ignore any signs of pink on her cheeks.

“I’m glad I can finally put a face to all of Caleb’s stories about you!” Gideon beamed at her, his hand still holding hers. “I hope he hasn’t said anything bad about me…” He glanced over at Caleb with a teasing glare.

Her wide eyes turned towards Caleb, clearly wondering what stories of hers he was telling. But Caleb was too annoyed at seeing their hands still clasped against each other, he held out a menu in front of her for her to grab.

As she finally let go of his hand, she grabbed the menu before sitting down. “No bad stories…none at all, to be honest. A couple hours ago was the first time he mentioned you. I honestly thought you were a girl he was going on a date with…” She mumbled behind the paper, obviously peeking over at him.

Gideon burst into a fit of laughter. “Caleb? Going on a date? I’d honestly be honored. It seems to be the most impossible thing to do on this campus. Can you believe school hasn’t even started yet and he’s the talk on every forum?”

“Gid, come on. It’s not that serious…” Caleb mumbled, his arm resting on the back of her chair almost instinctively.

“Really? What happened? He never answers the questions I ask him about girls in your guys’ major.” She sat up, eager to discuss the topic.

He thought that the server coming by to take their orders would have distracted the two enough to be able to move past the subject at hand. Caleb wasn’t very embarrassed, but he didn’t want to further solidify the idea that he was some hotshot playboy. Yet the moment they all gave their orders, she egged Gideon on to continue his story.

“Well, we met at orientation and I’m guessing you guys don’t know many people here since he seemed to be alone. And the girls in our section definitely noticed him. But he was not budging! The other guys around us were green with envy looking at him, but I seemed to be the only one who noticed he wasn’t interested.” He took a sip of water before putting on a smug expression. “Being the amazing guy I am, I swooped in to the rescue and pulled him away from the crowd.”

Caleb rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah. My savior. Really, he’s being dramatic. There weren't a lot of people…it was just inconvenient.”

He looked over to her to see her just nodding. He noticed she was twiddling her thumbs, something she did when she was nervous. “Uh, what about you? You had no crowd of girls following you around either?”

Caleb wanted to blow himself up. Maybe he wanted to go back in time and throw a bomb into his room before he could even think about inviting her to dinner with another guy. After he finally was able to confess something real and raw for the first time, he invited her to meet one of the most attractive guys in his major. And now he had to witness the consequences of his own actions.

“You think I’m attractive or something?” Gideon smirked at her, teasingly.

If Caleb wasn’t friends with the guy, he wholeheartedly believed that he would have thrown him out of the restaurant.

“I’m just messing with you.” He smiled. “Not to be cocky, but I’ve come across a few interesting people. Caleb surely outshines me, but I know how much of a hassle that is. So I’m not envious at all.”

The night continued with Caleb continuously regretting his decisions. The two of them seemed to get along. Considering she picked up the same hobbies as Caleb, she got along with Gideon just as easily.

As they were walking back home, she seemed to be in a good mood.

“Thanks for bringing me along, Caleb.” She smiled at him. “I’ve been so cooped up at home, unpacking. And I’ve been so worried about making friends…” Her smile faltered a bit, probably recounting her thoughts. “I guess I forgot that having you around makes it a little easier.”

After a whole night of suppressing a frown, he was finally able to smile again. “Weren’t you just complaining about living with me, pip?”

She rolled her eyes, hitting his arm. “Take the compliment, dummy.” She groaned, “I don’t actually mind it…I was just sad I wouldn’t make a new roommate and friends as easily as I thought before. You’re in a different major than me, it’s not like high school where I could just cling on to you all day.”

“Our buildings aren’t that far apart, silly. Don’t feel like you have to distance yourself from me.” He was actually begging in his mind for her to not do so. He was always worried she’d build up some sort of wall between the two of them. She had always been worried about bothering him, despite the numerous times he told her that he wanted her to lean on him. “And duuhh, we live together?”

“I don’t know…they told me I-” She started to say. The same thing her friends had always told her.

“You listen to everyone else except for me. I told you, you’re not ruining anything for me. I want you by my side.” He said, cutting her off. He knew what her friends said about them. The only time they weren’t wrong was when they tried to tell her that he was in love with her, he was. Past, present, and future. But when she convinced them that they were just friends, they started telling her that she was clinging too much to him, and that he didn’t have a social life because of her. It took forever for Caleb to assure her she wasn’t. And even at that moment, he could see she was always worried about it. “We just met with a friend of mine, didn’t we? If you were preventing me from doing anything, that wouldn’t have happened. We’re this close because we both want to be this close, right?” Please, he thought.

Caleb was confident about a lot of things. He knew he was attractive, he knew he was smart, and he knew he could be good at almost anything. But he was never sure about how he looked in her eyes. He knew that he’d never give up on her, but he wondered if she’d ever want him to let her go.

They made it to the front of their building and he stopped walking, stalling with opening the door as he waited for her answer. “Right, pip?” He looked at her, his eyes probably resembling a kicked puppy.

She looked at him seriously for a bit, before giggling. “I guess I wasn’t the only one worried…Let’s watch a movie, that nap earlier probably ruined my sleep for tonight.”

She changed into her home clothes which was usually just a big shirt. That night, however, he noticed that it wasn’t just a shirt, it was his shirt. He leaned on his bedroom doorway, watching her enter the living room. “I thought you said you stopped stealing my clothes.” He said to her, amused.

She struck a pose in front of him, spreading the shirt wide to show off the design. It was an old band tee that the two of them enjoyed. It was oversized on him since he used it as a sleep shirt before, but she was basically swimming in it as it fell right above her knee. “You’re the one who mixed it up in my laundry, so finder’s keepers.” She stuck her tongue out at him, taking a seat on the couch.

The domesticity of their interactions made Caleb feel warm. He was worried about being too playful with her, but they lessened when she bantered back. As if they were made for each other, he thought.

He walked to the couch beside her, plopping in the middle as she hugged the right of it. He didn’t want to be too far, but he didn’t want to be obvious by being too close. He watched her pick out the movie she had been wanting to see, a romantic comedy. A surprising pick since the past few times, she had forced him to watch horror movies with her since she couldn’t dare to do so alone.

“Since when did you make me watch these with you, pip?” He cocked his eyebrow at her.

She looked at him with the same expression, “You don’t want to? You can leave then, and leave that scrunchie of mine behind too.” She eyed his wrist with the frilly pink hairtie.

He shook his head quickly, a chuckle leaving his lips. “I was just wondering, no need to get all defensive.”

She threw a pillow onto his lap and then laid her head on it, swinging her feet over the side of the sofa. “Good, now hush. It’s starting.”

The scene of her on his lap made his breath hitch. His hand hovered beside her, wanting to play with her hair, but it remained to his side, strained. The movie continued to play on the TV, a usual plotline that he’s seen from every other movie she had made him watch before. Yet, he still couldn’t focus. His eyes kept fluttering down to look at her. The way she breathed softly, focused intently on the movie. The small movements she made as she played with her hair. The way she looked when she was relaxed. He was entranced by her. About a half hour into the movie, he still wouldn’t have been to tell anyone what the movie was about, but he noticed the red tingeness on her ears.

Worried that she noticed him staring at her, he looked back at the TV to find the stars passionately kissing. “Oh.” He accidentally reacted out loud, following it with a cough of embarrassment. The scene felt like it went on for a while, and it did go on for a few more minutes. It grew uncomfortable in the room.

She picked herself up from his lap and sat criss-cross beside him. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her, his face felt too hot to move. Yet, from his peripheral vision, he could tell she was looking at him.

“Caleb…” She softly said, making his heart jump from his chest.

“Hm?” Caleb kept his response short, afraid his voice would break if he spoke a full word. He looked at her, her face towards him but her eyes looking down at her fingers.

“If you really meant what you said earlier, uh…” She looked like she mustered up all her courage to meet eyes with him. “Can you kiss me?”

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irishmammonagenda · 1 year ago

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How I Think The Obey Me Boys Would React to The Rumours™️

Summary: Rumours have been floating around the Devildom. Rumours about a certain Angel and Sorcerer...how will the demon brothers react? Word Count: haha great question Content Warnings: probably just swearing tbh Disclamer: This will probably not make a lot of sense unless you've read this fic here for context, but ykw life doesnt make sense you do you <3

[dateables & co version]

post dividers by @cafekitsune their post dividers r really cool check them out! (also sorry for the tag!!)

You had left the Sorcerers' Society feeling quite flustered, but also extremely pleased with yourself. Take that Solomon. You grin. In all the excitement of the following days, you'd forgotten about the rumour you had accidentally spread around the Devildom. Perhaps you shouldn't've pretended to be Archangel Michael to gain entry....

💙💙LUCIFER💙💙

When Lucifer heard the news from Beel, he was in the student council room, he turnt his D.D.D off and just placed his head in his hands.

Was this some elaborate scheme by Solomon to gain a pact with him?

Lucifer wasn't sure he even wanted to know.

Sighing; he pulled on his coat and traversed to Purgatory Hall where Michael was staying.

"Michael." The Avatar of Pride stood leaning against the kitchen counter, everyone else in Purgatory Hall was at RAD, so the Angel and Demon were alone. "Oh Jesus Christ!" The Angel in question brings a hand to his heart in mock dramatics, "Warn a guy next time Lucikins!" "..." The Silence was palpable. "...Lucikins?" Lucifer gritted out, his eye twitching. "Michael. This is not the time for your games. I am the Avatar of Pride and a Prince of Hell, show me some respect." Michael merely raised an arched eyebrow, a shit-eating grin on his face as he quickly closed the distance between them, pulling the Avatar of Pride into an ironclad headlock, bringing his other arm over with a clenched fist and messing up Lucifer's hair. "I'm sure you are Lucikins, but you're still my adorable little brother." Lucifer pushes his hands out in an attempt to get away, but even he had to admit, Michael had always been stronger than him. "Michael." The younger protests, "I swear to Lord Diavolo if you do not let me go, I will-" Michael interrupts him, pausing his brotherly tormenting to wipe a tear from his ruby red eyes. "-Ahh! You must've missed me so much, poor Wittle Wucifer! Always so heavy on the teenage angst!" Lucifer growled in a way too similar to Satan when he first fell. Like father, like son. "I don't have teenage angst. Now unhand me you bastard!" "Oh please! The amount of times I caught you in the Celestial Realm listening to My Chemical Romance and Panic at the Disco on repeat speaks for itself! And the eyeliner! Just because the others were too young to remember doesn't mean I was baby brother! Don't think I don't remember the wolf-cut!" Lucifer's eye twitches so hard he worries for his socket. He cab't even refute it. "You are two minutes older than me! And besides! I came here to talk about the rumours of you dating Solomon!" "The What." Michael immediately ceases all noogie-ing, his grip loose enough for Lucifer to slip through his arm. He scowls, smoothing the wrinkles from his suit and beginning to fix his hair. He moves a safe distance away from his older (estranged) brother. "The rumours of you showing up during a Sorcerers' Society meeting and making out with Solomon on his lap. Ring a bell?" Michael, for the love of him, just looks confused. "But I've never even-" He blinks slowly a few times. "I am going to kill MC." Lucifer, even with the ego bruising he had just endured, laughs, partly out of sheer relief, he doesn't want to imagine what a Solomon Michael duo could be capable of. But of course it was you. It always was.

💛💛MAMMON💛💛

HUH???!!!

This poor man's confusion is so strong.

He doesn't want to think about Michael's lovelife. Or Solomon's for that matter.

He immediately rushes to tell you.

"Oi! MC!" Mammon shoves his way into your room like he was auditioning for the walking dead, as per usual, he wasn't aware of the marvellous invention of knocking yet. You quickly closed you laptop lid, and placed the device down beside you on the bed, lest he saw the Archangel Michael/King Solomon 100k, Slowburn, Angst with a Happy Ending you were writing on HellO3. “Hi Mams!” Mammon scurries onto your bed like the floor is lava, resting his chin on your thigh and looking up at you with his usual puppy eyes. “Yer not gonna believe this MC.” He says seriously. "What's up?" You tilt your head, bringing a one of your hands to ruffle your First Man's hair, he leans into the touch happily before jumping up and acting like he wasn't. "Well, 'pparently Michael's after starting te date Solomon. Can ye believe it?" Mammon makes a face. "Michael...wi' Solomon...I don' wanna believe it...just...its mingin'..." You laugh nervously, "I don't think Michael's dating Solomon, Mams....someone must've uhh..." You hold in a laugh. "It's probably just a succubi or someone looking for chaos." Mammon nods seriously, laying his head back on your lap. "Yer prolly righ' MC." You pet his hair again, "Wanna watch a movie or something, Mams?" "Pffft- Of course ya would wanna watch a movie wi' the Great Mammon...alrigh' huma-...Angel...I'll allow it...!" He says with his usual bravado, it was almost convincing, if he hadn't nuzzled further into your hand, and he wasn't looking at you like you were the one reason his pulse was still going.

🧡🧡LEVIATHAN🧡🧡

He finds out after the first chapter to a certain Archangel Michael/King Solomon fanfic was published. Yes he is subscribed to your HellO3 account, and yes! he has emails turnt on.

What kind of person would he be if he didn't read his Henry's fanfics?!

He throws his phone across the room.

When he finally wills himself to get up and retrieve it, he takes a screenshot and starts texting you frantically.

You're lazing about on your bed dong nothing, you'd just posted the first chapter of THE FORBIDDEN FRUITS: A GAY ROMANCE STORY THAT TRANSCENDS REALMS five minutes previous when your DDD began vibrating at such a speed you almost made a very unfunny sex joke. You pick up your DDD and sure enough, its Levi, heh; so he is subscribed to your HellO3 account! Leviachan <3: MC WHAT IS THIS NDVNRO DID YOU WRIT E FNAFICTION AOBOUT MCIAHEL AND SOLOMOMN You grinned. You: Fnaf fiction? Good idea for an AU! Leviachan <3: VFIBNODNORNGVNO MC IM LOOKING ON FORUMS WDYM THERES A RUMOU R ABORUT SOLOMON AND MICHAEL DATING You: In my defense, it was Solomon's fault. There's no response for 10 minutes, until your DDD pings again. Leviachan <3: Why is the fanfic good Leviachan <3: I MEAN OFC ITD BE GOOD, YOU WROTE IT BUT Leviachan <3: ITS SO Leviachan <3: THE CHARACTERS ARE SO COMPELLING AND THE PLOT IS SO GOOD RJRGNVDON Leviachan <3: AND THE TENSION??!! You grinned, you could always count on your Lord of Shadows to hype up your degenerate fanfics. You: thanks <3 satan's helping me write it, wanna help? Leviachan <3: I don't think I could write as good as you guys, im just a stinky smelly worthless otaku :( You: nuhuh. >:( Leviachan <3: But if you wanted... I could maybe beta-read??? You: OFC YOU CAN LEVI TANK YOU <33333 Leviachan <3: Haha tank LMAO ROFL You: I can never mispell anything around anyone in this house You kicked your feet like a catholic school girl holding hands with a boy for the first time in her life, knowing Levi probably was too.

💚💚SATAN💚💚

This man has a web of connections.

He found out almost as soon as the rumour started.

Like Mammon, he immediately finds you to tell you

Unlike Mammon, he actually knocks

granted he knocks for a second before just opening your door so he could've just not knocked and it would've had the same affect.

"Hello MC" "Mornin' Satie...What time's it?" You rub your eyes tiredly, having just woken up from a nap, you sit up and blink at him slowly with sleepy eyes. Satan can't stop himself from cooing, he movies towards your bed and ruffles your hair like you're a cat, you lean into the touch. "Sorry for waking you, dear..." You yawn. "You're fine Satie...what'd you need?" "Have you heard the rumours that Michael and Solomon are secret lovers-" Suddenly you're wide awake. "Oh no. Oh no no no." Satan raises a brow, "What's wrong, MC?" You grin sheepishly, "I maybe might've accidentally not on purpose started that rumour?..." Satan laughs in your face. Handsome bastard. "It's not funny!" "It is a little funny..." You gasp, eyes lighting up mischievously, "We should write a fanfic!" Satan tilts his head, "And why would we do that?" "Because the world deserves a Slowburn Michael x Solomon fic?" "Nope." "Pleaseee Satan! I'll pay you!" "Nope." "It'll annoy Luci?" "Tempting..." "I'll give you a kiss?" "I'm in. Let's write the best Michael x Solomon the Devildom's ever seen." You shake Satan's hand. Maybe you should've been reincarnated as a demon.

🩷🩷ASMODEUS 🩷🩷

Finds out through one of his gossip circles relatively fast.

He wants to get more details so he can tell you later! <3

By far one of the more supportive brothers

So he finds Solomon, who knows maybe he could give some advice!

Michael was strange, but he was always nice to Asmo growing up in the celestial realm, he might as well make sure one of his best friends is treating his former brother right <3

"Hiya Sol!~" Asmo smiles excitedly, pulling the sorcerer in for a hug, pouting when he pulled away again. "I cant believe you never told me! Ugh~...you must've been scared I wouldn't accept you!~ Poor thing...~" Solomon blinks slowly, his usual shit-eating grin replaced with pure confusion, lost in his own rant, Asmo doesn't notice. "Well! You have my blessing!~" "For what?" "For your relationship with Michael, silly!~" Asmo giggles, Solomon takes a deep breath. "For my what." A pause pauses all sound for a moment, only for a moment, before like all other moments, they begin the cycle of movemnt again. Solomon nods rather calmly, "Maybe I shouldn't have turnt MC into a sheep....or maybe I should do it again as payback...." He says to himself Asmo sighs, so it was just a rumour then....

He does still post a link to your fanfic on his Devilgram story, because he's so supportive! <3

No one tell Michael, or Lucifer pretty please

❤️❤️BEELZEBUB❤️❤️ & 💜💜BELPHEGOR💜💜

Being a member of the Anti-Lucifer League, Satan told Belphie who told Beel after taking a nap.

Beel, being the absolute legend that he is didn't really have any opinions on it. As long as they're happy :)

Belphie sits in on the fanfic plot planning sessions you and Satan host, with Beel sometimes joining and giving surprisingly interesting plot twists.

Belphie cackles when Beel tells Lucifer of the rumours, shortly before the first chapter of Forbidden Fruits is published.

Satan and You stand by the whiteboard in the attic, various spider diagrams and bullet points are written messily upon it, only this time, it's not a plan to 'prank' Lucifer. (Are they really pranks if they never succeed?) The sound of munching can be heard as Beel works away happily on a bag of crisps, offering everyone some as you work. "What if we made Solomon run after Michael in the rain." Belphie drawls out lazily, not even looking up from where he lies beside Beel. You stare at Belphie, "What is with you and the people chasing after people in the rain trope?" Belphie sticks his tongue out at you in response. Beel shakes his head. "That wouldn't be accurate. Michael hates getting his hair wet." Belphie smiles, "Good point Beel." Satan makes a sound of contemplation. "What if...we had Michael chase Solomon in the rain instead? The fact he hates getting his hair wet could show just how much he loves Solomon..." You laugh, imagining the scene in your head. "But why is Michael chasing Solomon?" Belphie smirks, "Because Michael said something bad about humans during a fight, Solomon got upset and ran like a maiden." Beel stops munching on his snacks, looking down approvingly at his twin. "That's really smart Belphie." "Thanks Beel." Belphie grins. "Yeah Belph, your angstiness is really paying off." You tease. "Oh shut up MC." He glares at you, but there's no real weight behind it. "Theyre right you know." Satan smirks. "I heard you blasting Paramore and MCR earlier." "Its good music!"Belphie says definsively. "Besides, it keeps me awake. Goodnight." He mutters, laying his head on his twins lap before closing his eyes. Five minutes of silence later, Beel opens his mouth, "He does wear eyeliner a lot when he's in our room y'know?" "Beel!" You and Satan laugh, Beel just smiles happily at everyone getting along. Belphie devises a plan to make you dream pigeons are going to take over the world tonight as payback.

im on a Lucifer being bullied by Michael spree rn 🧍‍♂️ also you can't convince me that Satan and Belphie aren't soso similar to Lucifer bc at the end of the day they're all just angsty emo teens <3

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comatosebunny09 · 1 month ago

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non mc moves into her dream home, she got it for a good price, but couldn’t understand why it was on the market for so long. luke and kieran love to mess with her, but ghost!sylus…he chooses to keep his distance from her, fearing he’d take a liking to someone he can’t have.

This fucking idea.

You are so big-brained, anon honey.

Initially, Sylus keeps his distance for several reasons.

To start, who the fuck are you? And why are you squatting in his home? Renovating things he didn’t ask you to, adding your own flair to walls that once echoed with the pain of his enemies and dripped with their blood? These garish little things of yours—the cactus plants? The fuzzy pillows? How dare you! How dare you turn his posh little slice of heaven into some cute, cuddle farm!

Secondly, the gall the realtors had to put his home—his palace—up for such a ridiculously low price. He’s spent years adorning this house with treasures from around the world. Decking the walls with rare paintings from infamous artists, furniture from felled monarchies, and things of that nature. You were lowballed.

Moreover, the audacity you have to be so helpless. The twins have already almost killed you several times with their trickery. You trip over air. You don’t know how to take care of yourself, skipping meals and avoiding sleep like it’s your mortal enemy.

Lastly, how dare you be so sweet. Feeding and petting the strays that roam the gardens like they’ve always been a part of the decor. Giving the workers who show up to clean the pool and cut your grass water and food like they’re your friends. Hosting get-togethers with your co-workers who would only show concern if you disappeared because they would have to pick up your workload.

How dare you respect your hauntings—the apparitions terrorizing you—by choosing to live in harmony as opposed to terror? How dare your smile be so serene, your voice a little croaky but otherwise bewitching as you sing little tunes while you clack away at your computer. The nerve you have to be so pretty beneath your overwhelmingly large glasses and the baggy clothes you wear.

Sylus scoffs, watching you with contemptuous eyes for the umpteenth time, leaning against the doorframe of your—his—bedroom. He could easily shove you down the staircase and be done with you. But then you’d probably join him and the twins, a wispy specter tethered to this house. He’d rather not deal with your chipper disposition in conjunction with what Luke and Kieran offer.

Besides, you’re young. And though you seem to take the life you have for granted, he’d rather you enjoy what remains of it than lose it so soon like he did.

Ah. No wonder he loathes you.

#mail time

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sebastianswallows · 2 years ago

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A new family — Chapter 6

— PAIRING: dark!Ominis Gaunt x F!MC

— SYNOPSIS: Ominis gets tired of his family and how miserable life is with them after he graduates. So he follows Sebastian's example for once, and kills them in cold blood. Now that he has the mansion to himself, he discovers he would still like to have a family, but one of his own making.

— WARNINGS: none, but Marvolo gets dealt with 🍵

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“I knew it, you little rodent,” sneered Marvolo. “Couldn’t wait for your inheritance, could you? What happened, ran out of pocket money to keep your classmate interested?”

Ominis stepped further into the drawing room and took his cloak off, casting it wandlessly into the hook of the coat hanger.

“It’s pointless to get upset about it. Our family fortune belongs to me now, whether you like it or not. Not by any particularly legal right, of course, but I claim it nevertheless. And, not that you’re interested, but I already graduated last summer. We both did.”

“You’re still a brat,” chuckled Marvolo. “Still look as if you’re sixteen, do you know that? No, you wouldn’t, would you… You were spared, I suppose, of ever having to be confronted by a mirror.”

“Indeed, I’ve been spared many things recently,” said Ominis, circling around. He did not have his wand out to guide him, and yet he seemed to know exactly where the other two were, keeping a steady distance between the three of them and drawing Marvolo’s attention away from her. “In fact, I’ve taken the liberty of sparing myself from some of them.”

“And I’ll take liberties with your hide,” he growled. “Where’s mother and father? What’ve you done to them?”

“You never never good at Legilimency, Marv, so stop trying. Don’t want to give yourself a headache.”

Marvolo’s lip twitched at the hated nickname, but he ignored it. “Could ask your little bitch, then,” he said, taking heavy steps toward her. “After I’m done with you, she and I can have a very revealing time together.”

Ominis took that quite impassively. Not a muscle on his face moved, stuck as it was in a mien of disgust. His hands were tucked behind his back, and she couldn’t tell if he had slipped his wand out by now from wherever he held it. She feared what would happen if his brother drew first.

“Your threats are so hollow,” she said to Marvolo, turning to distract him. “You couldn’t protect your parents, you can’t protect your fortune, and now your little brother is about to throw you out of your own home.”

“So you lied to me,” he said with a smile. “You batted your lashes and claimed you knew nothing, and all along you were as guilty as my baby brother. Co-conspirators, is that it? I didn’t think you had it in you…”

“You have no idea what I have in me, but you’re about to find out.”

He laughed, loosening his arms and posture in what she recognised as preparation for a duel. “Oh, I’ll relish what’s inside you, not to worry,” said Marvolo with a grin.

He was fast, drawing his wand out to cast Petrificus at her — and she was half-right, it was up his sleeve — but she was faster. She raised it out of her skirt pocket, blocked the curse, and aimed Expelliarmus at him before he cast anything else. His wand flew off behind him, knocking a crack into the glass cabinet. It left Marvolo clutching his wrist in pain.

“Ow, you little bitc—”

Distantly, she heard Ominis call her name, but she would not ruin this moment by listening to him.

She could tell Ominis had spent years refining his hatred into something he could live with, but she had not had the luxury. She hated Marvolo enough to kill — for his cruelty, for his arrogance, for his lack of shame at what he had become — although she would not take that privilege away from Ominis and take Marvolo’s life herself. She did not have long to think before he lunged at her or retrieved his wand, so she did the first thing that came to her mind.

“Relish this,” she growled. It was a complex spell, and she cast it quite instinctively, letting magic flow through her and do the work in her stead. With a wave of her wand, Marvolo clattered to the ground with a chime.

“Wh-what happened?” asked Ominis, stepping cautiously toward her. He did, in fact, have his wand out in his hand behind his back. Now, he scanned the surroundings, frowning in confusion. “Where’s Marvolo?”

“Exactly where he was a moment ago,” she said with a bright smile. “Only a little more… compact.”

“I heard a sound. Did he break something?”

She merely laughed and stepped forward to pick him up. When she returned to Ominis, she wrapped his hands around the object: it was a teakettle. Ominis frowned for one second, but then his brows shot up. He fought against a growing grin.

“He’s not dead,” she said. “I didn’t know if that was what you wanted. But… unless he can perform wandless magic, he’ll be in this state for quite a while. And I haven’t told you the best part yet.”

“There’s a better part?” laughed Ominis. His cheeks were blushing and his smile made his eyes shine. He seemed exhilarated from what just happened, and even somewhat… flattered, by what she’d done for him. “Tell me...”

“He matches the others.”

The kettle that used to be Marvolo was bone-white, just like the tea cups, and quite evenly round in shape reflecting his sturdy body. From around his middle and curling toward the top was a screaming skull veiled in grey shadow whose mouth cut off right at the split of the lid.

Ominis burst into laughter. He never would have thought that she would do something like this for him… He was ready to do it himself, to kill Marvolo in fact, which was why he kept his wand hidden until the last moment. But of course, she was faster. It was only natural, seeing as she was far more experienced in duelling than him — and, needless to say, more than Marvolo.

“This is certainly… the most impressive Christmas present I’ve ever received.”

“Oh, that’s not your present,” she said softly. “Consider it a cherry on top.”

“I can’t wait to see the real thing, then,” Ominis grinned, gently cupping her elbows. “But, first I… I want to apologise,” he said, his smile dying. “I didn’t defend you when he said those horrible things about you —”

“Oh Ominis, that’s alright…”

“I didn’t want him to think —”

“I understand…”

“Didn’t want him to know how much I care about you —”

“I know, I —” She paused mid-sentence.

“— how much you mean to me…”

Her breath caught in her throat, eyes growing wide at his confession. She understood before then that Ominis felt something for her, but to hear him say it in that way, so raw and vulnerable and unguarded, moved something inside of her that until then had been still.

“I… I care a great deal about you too,” she said.

“I understand that,” he chuckled. “Not many people would kill for me, I think.”

“Remember, he’s not dead yet. We should be cautious about him.”

“Where’s his wand?”

They went together to the back of the room and found it laying on the floor. Ominis picked it up while she placed Marvolo in the glass cabinet, arranging his family around him.

“There,” she smiled. “A full set.”

Ominis waved his wand toward them to see and smirked at the display. “They go well together, especially with you in the picture, smiling triumphantly.”

“You can tell when I’m smiling?” she asked with delight.

“Yes, your cheeks get a little fuller when you do.”

She chuckled and came beside him. “What do you want to do with the wand?”

“I want to break it in half,” he said. “But we should probably keep it.”

“Alright. Where?”

Ominis thought it through for a moment. “Perhaps it’s unwise, but…” He went and put it in the cabinet as well, not far from the teapot that was Marvolo. “If he can undo the spell on his own, wandlessly, then he deserves to get out. That and I delight in thinking it will be right there, tempting him all the while.”

She couldn’t help but grin. It certainly wasn’t wise, but she had to appreciate Ominis’ lust for danger. It seemed to be a new part of him, now that he was free of his family, and free to become himself…

She approached him from behind and hugged him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “So, when can I give you your proper gift?”

“When I shall give you mine,” he said, turning his face half-toward her. “At Christmas.”

“Are you certain?”

“Only way to make sure you stay that long,” he smiled.

She did, of course. She could not imagine leaving now. Ominis had been a bit rattled after everything, and on a couple of occasions late at night she thought she heard him scream, but generally he was happier, more lively, and even… confident. He no longer showed off about anything in particular, either good nor bad, and came and went by as the mood struck. Sometimes they spent their mornings and lunch and had afternoon tea together, and other times when he wanted to retreat somewhere, he did, and returned to her just as at ease.

The week between Marvolo’s transfiguration and Christmas passed in a powder white whirl of snow outside while the inside was garnished green and red. She and Ominis decorated the manor, perhaps for the first time, with holly and ivy and ribboned garlands that hung over the fireplace. They spent a whole morning making paper chains to throw about the place, and little paper angels to set upon the tables. They had the elves bring in a pine tree and placed it in the drawing room, and lost an evening just to decorate it with tinsel and candles. Apples and walnuts tied with string stood in for globes.

“Doesn’t compare to the Hogwarts one,” she said as they stood back to admire it. It was the 23rd of December.

“Doesn’t matter,” said Ominis with a smile. “It smells just like it.”

They had a modest Christmas dinner of roast goose caught from a flock on the Gaunt grounds, with mince pies of meat and fruits and spices, and ended it with the traditional pudding soaked in alcohol and set on fire before serving. They helped themselves to Firewhisky from his family’s stocks and served it while playing music boxes of Carols that they’d bought from a muggle music shop.

“You know, I don’t believe I’ve spent this day with fewer than four people, ever,” said Ominis. “But this is the least lonely Christmas I’ve ever had, with you here.”

A smile bloomed on her face before she even knew it, and her cheeks felt hot. “I… that’s… I don’t know what to say. But, I feel the same,” she whispered, laying his hand over his. They were sitting on the floor before the fire, with plates of treats and half-drunk glasses of Firewhisky all around.

“I hope it hasn’t been a disappointment to you…”

“Not at all!”

“We can visit Poppy tomorrow, and stop by Imelda and Everett’s too. Or, anyone else, really. We’re free to go wherever we like now.”

“I’d like that,” she grinned. “I’m not sure I have presents for all of them, but I could put something together tonight… I hear Poppy is quite fond of poacher-sized metal cages that shrink.”

Ominis chuckled and laid back on his stretched arms. “Speaking of presents…”

“Oh,” she giggled. “Yes, I’ve yet to give you yours…”

“Do you want to go first?”

“I… I do. Wait here.”

She got up and took the package from where it was hidden beneath a cushion on the sofa — an unnecessary act, as Ominis had known about it since they dealt with Marvolo, but it seemed appropriate to conceal it. It made the act of bringing it to him that much sweeter.

She kneeled beside him and shyly handed him a small, rectangular box wrapped in green paper with a big white bow attached.

“It isn’t much, but…”

“It doesn’t have to be,” he softly said. “I still believe your handling of Marvolo was the greater present.”

“Well then, this one can only disappoint,” she laughed. “But here, it’s yours anyway.”

Ominis took it, passed his hand across its every surface, and then carefully unwrapped it. The box inside had a grey velvet finish and opened to reveal a pair of gloves. Ominis ran his fingers over them and frowned in confusion.

“Put them on,” she said excitedly, leaning forward to not miss a thing.

He did, slipping them on one at a time and fastening them with the little gold buttons that were at the inner wrist. At first, he didn’t react at all, but when he placed one hand down on the floor to steady himself, his brows jumped.

“Oh!”

“Yes?” she grinned.

“I feel… Oh, this is strange,” he laughed, fighting a grimace. And yet he couldn’t take his hand from the floor. “We have this ugly thing?”

“What do you feel?”

“I can taste the colour of the carpet. It’s… stale and muddy, tastes the way dried moss smells.”

“Oh dear,” she laughed. “I wouldn’t say that, but…”

“Where did you find these?”

“From a special shop. You needn’t concern yourself,” she said smugly. “I’ve tried them on for a bit, and mostly agree with the gloves. They don’t capture grey very well though, I think. Some shades are sweeter than they taste.”

“Well, I… shall have to decide that for myself,” said Ominis. He was still and measured in his movements, but she could see how bright his smile was, how wide his eyes. His hands now felt all around him in wonder, from the carpet to his tie to the box the gloves came in.

“Do you like them?” she asked.

“I love them,” said Ominis, turning to her with a sweet and vulnerable smile. “Thank you.”

“I’m relieved… Thought you might not like the effect.”

“I shall have to be careful what I touch,” he confessed. “It’s like having a box of Every Flavour Beans that never ends.”

“Do you think we could each wear one and compare how we taste? I-I m-mean how things taste to us…”

“I’d love that,” he grinned, not missing a second. “Which reminds me, it’s time for your gift.”

Ominis pealed the gloves off and put them back inside their case. She expected him to get up and take her present from its hiding place. Instead, he merely reached into his pocket. He turned to her, took her hand, and in the other he held out a small, black satin box.

It was too small to contain anything other than…

“This is my Christmas present to you,” he said with a shy smile. His voice on the verge of trembling. He eased the box open with his thumb and index finger, and tightened his grasp on her hand. “If you would accept it, I mean…”

“Ominis, what —”

“The only thing I have to offer you is myself.”

#Ominis Gaunt #Marvolo Gaunt #hl #Ominis Gaunt fanfiction #ominis gaunt imagine #Hogwarts Legacy imagine #Ominis Gaunt x Reader #Ominis Gaunt x MC #Hogwarts Legacy MC #sswallow;made a thing #sswallow;fanfics #sswallow;a new family

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luthinks · 10 months ago

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Lack of nuanced conversation around Rafayel

(Bit of a rant, which i posted on reddit, but wanted to share here as well 🙈)

This is just sort of a rant incoming, might contain some spoilers for Rafayel's myths, anecdotes and main story appearance, so please proceed at your discretion ...

Recently I feel like the conversation around Rafayel has gone from him being "bratty" to him being a "murderer" ... The thing that pesters me is, it's always one or the other with these discussions ...

This is just my opinion but I don't think that either of those "personas" are fake. I don't think he's being silly to hide that he has murdered people in the past or that he has some other sinister plans for the future. As I see it, when he is genuinely happy, the silly part of his personality comes out ... The whimsical way he approaches life, he isn't faking that either. Those emotions are also genuine, his dedication towards art all of those are a part of his personality ... Him acting cute and clingy for affection is also not a front because he actually yearns for MC's affection ...

And when it comes to how he has murdered people, I think a lot of nuance is omitted while mentioning that. He isn't going around killing people for the fun of it ... The underlying pain and the years of harm endured by lemurians at the hands of people he goes after aren't talked about enough ... Sure killing humans is messed up, but he has to, for protecting his people who he has failed multiple times who are still being attacked by the said humans ...

"He hates humans". Sure, he says so. But as we have seen, from his anecdotes, he genuinely appreciates his students while he was teaching. Gives inputs that would actually help them. From his cards, he repairs sculpture that means so much to a village. Is definitely cordial to most of the people he comes across... The only time he shows negative emotions towards regular humans is when he talks about their greed or taking for granted the things he finds fascinating ... At his core he's an inquisitive child, who is just fascinated with everything around him ...

Can you imagine a Rafayel, if he wasn't traumatised with everything he had to go through, how he would be, like a ray of sunshine going around experiencing the wonders of human world. Which he was so eager to explore as a child, raising his hand over ocean surface half scared, going around collecting human trinkets ...

Thing is Rafayel is a very layered character. It isn't one or the other with him, all his character traits co-exist. Bitter lemurian who is cynical about how humans are "bad", whimsical lemurians who gets excited by experiencing rain. Is scared or cats, calls them monsters ... Gets attached to one, takes care of it and calls her heartless when she forgets him after getting adopted ... Full of contradictions, this guy, but that's the beauty of him ... And getting to know him ...

And also it is very understated how difficult of a choice he has to make every single time when he choses to save MC's life over lemurians ... I guess the gravity of it can be explained by placing yourself at his position where you have to kill your lover or your entire family, everyone you have known since you were born, dies. I don't know how one recovers from that... And he had to make that decision multiple times ... How hard must it be for him to face the lemurians who are alive but being hunted for their life ... Or how after everything, the one who he mad the sacrifice for, doesn't even remember him ... He knows it's not her fault, but still how can you not hold a grudge after that ... It's all just contradictions with this guy

Well, that's about it. I was just a bit (maybe a lot 😅) bothered about the lack of context when it comes to these discussions. I have seen his lore being dismissed as something "not as painful" as the others and that's simply not just true ... Yeah he gets to be with MC (dubiously unfinished myth says) but at what cost!

Okay I'm done now 🙈

P.S. Cute Rafayel and Serious "Serial Killer" Rafayel both co-exist, neither is more real than the other.

#love and deepspace rafayel #lu's musings #rafayel

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panthera-tigris-venenata · 1 year ago

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when did you first start writing?

what was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

if you could erase any three tropes from existence, what would they be?

When did you first start writing?

... pretty much since I learned how to. I remember wanting to write my own book instead of practicing my handwriting, it was gonna be about a little mouse that found a magic pin (cos obviously the mouse can talk now, she has a magic pin, duh), and it was gonna be awesome, I tell you.

...yeah it has exactly three sentences. In my defense, I was six.

First published writing is from when I was like thirteen and it's on Wattpad, 25k words of pure psychic damage!

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

There is a notebook somewhere with like fifteen pages of incredibly convulted fanfic about the House of Black from HP and I refuse to try and find it

I'm gonna go with Descendants for this one.

If you could erase any three tropes from existence, what would they be?

First one, pregnancy trope, be it teen pregnancy or pregnancy (child) as happy ending.

It's just not for me.

Also, *points aggressively at Court of Silver Flames and its murderous-bat-fairy-babies that would kill the mother while going out IF the MC didn't give up her power over Death & to quite literally reshape the world to give herself and her sisters a ✨ better ✨ uterus* WHAT the FUCK is that?!

...Unrelated but did Elain get the new and improved uterus too or? Does she gotta wait until marriage?

Anyway.

Next one.

Time travel. Now, this CAN be done well, however it usually ends up more trouble than it's worth. Just. Don't.

And if you do, don't pretend there are no consequences.

Okay, last one, I'm gonna go with memory loss or amnesia, specifically when paired with romance. I find that kind of imbalance in relationships icky and just, no.

...I wanna ramble about a bad romantasy I read but the idea of putting it into words is making my head hurt, consider yourself spared.

ALSO memory loss at the end of the story, at this point just say it was a dream tbh. Why bother?!

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shiawasekai · 1 year ago

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if you could pick one fictional world to be able to magically transport yourself into whenever you wanted, which would you pick?

That's... not a question with an easy answer. Most settings in the kind of stuff I read/watch are Varying Levels Of Very Fucked Up. Our own world is also very fucked up, yes, but I'm used to it. It's bearable.

Now, if I had to cut my losses and choose the lesser evil........ Maybe Witch Hat Atelier??? As long as you stay The Hell Away from the MC and co. it should be relatively fine!!! Maybe!!! It has been a while since I've read new volumes so I have no idea how bad things have gotten (probably really bad).

As much as I love, say, Twelve Kingdoms... That's a story that pulls no punches in telling you how miserable the average worldhopper would be.

And settings like Golarion where I would be yet another NPC to be killed? No thanks. Even less World of Darkness! Or most other ttrpg settings I'm familiar with.

I could say Bokura no Kiseki and abuse the fact the Present Time plot happens in our world but that feels disingenuous.

Oh wait at will let me rephrase this. I'm dumb sorry anon I'll reblog this with a proper answer

#ask memes #read Bokura no Kiseki #and Twelve Kingdoms #I really need more people to scream about both of those #and Monster honestly or anything Urasawa #but I'm screaming because BokuSeki is made look bad because its sypnosis gives a very bad idea of what the actual plot is like #partly because BokuSeki is from 2007 when that was not an issue #at least it's when it started (still on-going)

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ryuubff · 2 years ago

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Howdy! Well! My MC was a unwanted child from rich family with crazy mother and unknown father. She was a golden child and perfect student with anger issues, she was like Satan in nightbrige, lol. When Anders(mc) was around 18-19, her mother killed herself in front her and blamed her for that. Bc of that, Anders started to saw mother's ghost(it was hallucination) everywhere, and she looked like a monster, what led to Anders became paranoid. Later she found a dog and left home to travel. One day some men attacked her and kill her dog, and almost her just for fun. But she was saved by dude who was a werewolf and he bite her, what saved her life. Werewolf was like a spirit and share soul with Anders (they're like Venom and Eddy, if you know them, it my hc, I mean in Obey we have vampire, so why not werewolf). I don't give wolf a name, but he loves Anders and they often talk to each other. After transformation, Anders found those men and killed everyone. She tells yourself that she doesn't remember what happened, but she does. After that, she planned kill yourself, bc no matter how good Wolf to her, she lost every person who was close to her (best friend, boyfriend, favorite teacher and dog was final shot). Wolf was against that, but didn't try to stop her, bc he can feel what she feels. And well, if Dia didn't summon her, she would be dead already.

That's why she hated to be called brothers family, bc she thinks she deserves to be alone and they left her too. And refused Solomon's proposal to be his apprentice. Yeah, he tricked her into apprentice life and felt guilty about it. At least he stays with her always and lived with her in human world.

She tried to be perfect for Lucifer, bc he reminded her of her mother. Plus that's was the reason why she didn't like him and felt panic when she not good enough in RAD or homework. But grandpa the best and much better than mother, so slowly she felt better about him.

Demons doesn't actually feel Wolf in her, bc he was connected with Anders soul. They're can use each other bodies, with or without consent. Her Wolf like a mutant bc angelic "blood" and the most powerful bc of that .D

Oh wow i wasnt expecting an in-depth lore dump from anyone but this was an interesting read! Thank you for sharing it is cool to see how people perceive the demon brothers and side characters in their mc’s lives and different perspectives help the brainrot 🔥🔥 and yeah i do agree that there most likely are werewolves if vampires exist since they often co-exist alongside one another!

#gi gets asked #om!#COOL MC STUFF!!

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ddlcaskblog · 1 year ago

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Natsuki (the headmate in the Spices Collection not A Different Natsuki): NO!!! MURDER THE BASTARD BOY!! MURDER HIM FOR WHAT HE CAUSED FOR MONIKA!!! (the insanity which caused her to kill her beloved friends in hopes of coming to our reality)

PROTECT YOURSELF PRETTY WOMAN, NO ONE BLAMES YOU FOR DELETING A MOTHER F*CKER IF THAT'S THE MOTHERF*CKER YOU DELETE

Monika, also the headmate in the Spices Collection, and co-con at this time: Natsuki please calm down I'm sure it'll be fine Natsuki: LITERALLY NO I'M NOT LETTING MY FRIENDS GO THROUGH ANY SIDE OF THAT AGAIN, INCLUDING THE SIDE OF THE PERPETRATOR

MC: "And what Monika did was nothing but her own psychopathic tendencies. Don't worry, this ask blog will be.."

MC: "Lets say...A bit calmer...soon."

#doki doki literature club #doki #ask #ask blog #send asks #ddlc #answered

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insertdragonpun · 2 years ago

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Y'ALL

I had this dream last night.

It was WILD

So basically the entire dream was in the style of ORV (Omniscient Reader's View Point) I would switch from watching the scenes unfold like a comic and from actually being in the scene as a character.

The story started as the Mc (a very tall and lean masculine character. Very reminiscent of DKJ, so I'm pretty sure I'm excited for the next episode to come out lmao) was traveling through a twisty cave until he came across this ancient dragon. It wasn't majestic like most of my dream dragons (I like dragons ALOT) it was this grungy dirty gray with ram horns and a face that I can only really describe as a pig skull with the skin barely holding on. the wings were all torn, but he could still fly. In fact he grabbed Mc by the back of his shirt and hauled him out of the cave and threw him onto the dirt in front of this old pavilion.

The rest of Mc's teammates caught up and were ready to fight the dragon before it quite literally whacked it's tail against the ground and caused a landslide. The whole group was terrified and were ready for their deaths before the dragon chuckled and spoke.

"You are fools for coming near, and now you must pay the price of your stupidity. One of you will stay while the others run free. Take your pick then you may leave."

So the group got together and decided to send Mc, not because they didn't like him but because he volunteered.

"I'm the one who woke him, you shouldn't pay for my deeds."

So the party left Mc alone with the dragon at the old pavilion. Mc was fairly scared as hell as he faced down the dragon who was sitting there patiently as they waited for the party to make it to the base of the mountain.

Once Mc's friends(?) Were gone the dragon looked at him and smiled.

"You are the first in many years to choose yourself. Most throw out the weakest, the dullest. But you chose your strongest. Why?"

Mc looked down with a tiny little smile, "why would the other parties send their weakest? I do have to fight you don't I?"

The dragon's smile grew bigger.

"Of course."

With that something changed. The air felt electric as the dragon shifted into the form of a ragged young man. (Shaggy hair muscles and VERY PEIRCING EYES. It's a mix of really any tired mentor character but younger and not at all tired.)

"Follow me." The dragon (man?) Left Mc to the Pavillion where some weapons laid out, the dappled light from the torn fabric roof was dancing across their blades.

"Under here you can die, but you will not stay dead. Until you best me we will fight once a month. You will not grow old, but you will grow stronger."

The man (dragon???) Turned with a smirk and lunged.

It takes centuries before Mc is strong enough to actually pose a challenge, a couple more centuries until he's strong and cunning enough to beat him.

But he honestly does not want to. They only fight once a month and for the rest of the time they have to co-inhabit the pavillion. They raise food and keep ea h other entertained through stories of their lives as well as little games that once they grow stronger seem like great disasters to the people who look up at the mountain peak.

Through this time, Mc has learned that the dragon is, in fact, an ancient man (when I said the style was that of ORV I meant the time period as well. Mc is a modern man in a world where fantasy monsters run amok) that lost his closest friend to something that could have been fixed if they had the money for it. So he went to a mage to bring him back, the cost was that DragonMan could never return to his home, he must instead live up at the top of the mountain only coming down when she told him to. Eventually after destroying enough villages for her, killing so many innocent families in her war against tyrants he was finally able to kill her and moved permanently to the pavilion on the mountain where the mage used to live for eons and eons. The ancient man also said that while Mc will come back to life under this pavilion, he will not. He will instead be granted the peace of death and see his family again. (The mage cursed him as she fell to live forever until he was killed by his other half. I'll get to that in a second)

Mc and the ancient man had grown close. Close enough that neither dared to name it lest the other thought of it differently. Instead, they simply relished in their life atop the mountain peak moving in sync in both body and mind as if together they were two halves of a whole.

But Mc really needed to get down from the peak. (I don't remember the reason why) He was stronger than the ancient man now since he was the only one growing over the centuries. (Another part of the curse), but he just couldn't bring himself to slay his person. Not while looking in his eyes for so many nights as the stars danced across them.

So he came up with this plan. He made an illusion of his body with a sword through its chest right outside the pavillion (yes, he has magic. I was just as shocked when this happened in my dream. He covered his face and his body in as much fabric as he could to hide who he was. He stood in front of the table full of weapons and waited for his person to get back from the forest (he was hunting)

(Pov switches to the ancient man's, but I'm still watching it like a comic. I can just hear all of his thoughts)

He walked through the forest to the grave where his house of eons and home of millennia sat. Where his person was waiting with a smile and a joke. They would cook some food, have a spar (as he liked to call them now. He hated the fact that they had to do this but that was the deal they had made before they knew each other. So he called the fights-to-the-death spars in his mind.) And eat dinner right after.

He walked through the last bit of treeline to see him. Cooling against the pillar of the pavillion with his favorite sword rammed between his ribs. The silhouette of a man was standing beside the table just inside.

He saw red.

(The entire fight I'm watching, like I'm literally a fly on the wall. I can't hear what either of them are thinking. I can just see it. Neither spoke through this entire thing.)

The ancient man barged through the pavillion and lunged straight for the cloth covered man. They rolled across the table and had a mini slugfest before the Hidden man (idk why I'm giving so many names to the Mc right now, but I think it's fun) was launched towards their fields where a few yellow chick's were roaming freely. He twisted his body so that he wouldn't land on anything and crush it. An old habit since they first grew the farms together, it was a pain to have to regrow everything.

The ancient man noticed that the hidden man did this, but he was so full of rage that he didn't seem to care. He was also too angry to even think of turning into a dragon like he typically did. Instead, he threw a sword at the hidden man intending to peirce him and reached for another weapon.

When he turned back, the hidden man was in his face and pushed him back into the pavillion. The hidden man twisted around his body and held the ancient man's throat between his legs, crushing it as his eyes started to water.

He hated every second of this.

Once the ancient man collapsed not long for this world Mc looked down at him.

The ancient man was watching the illusion with tears in his eyes, so Mc took his covers off and stood to the other side of the ancient man. He took his head in his hands so that he wouldn't be looking at the illusion and instead at him.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He started to cry "please rest now. I have some business to do here but once I'm done I'll join you there. Please just wait for me."

The ancient man couldn't speak as blood filled his lungs (his ribs peirced them at some point in the fight) but the light in his eyes showed that he realized that his person was the hidden man. He knew the reasons he did this. He was there every time his person was lost in thought about why he had to return. He honestly couldn't bring himself to kill him during their fights either. They always ended in a draw.

He took his shaking hand and placed it against Mc's cheek to catch a tear and smile. His lips were closed since he knew his teeth were already stained with blood.

In a raspy voice that still somehow gurgled "I'll see you there."

Yep. It's fair to say that I woke up from that part crying.

#dreams #dream stories?#idk man #so fun fact #the intro i actually dreamt up after the rest of the story.#i woke up sad went back to sleep and my brain decided to make them a meeting.#well sorta #i kinda made it their meeting #im a lucid dreamer always have been #and I do it naturally #I've never actually had to do one of those tricks to become a lucid dreamer #ngl its giving Im not like other girls but I swear Im telling the truth #its been a hot minute since I've had a continuation dream like that though

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glubglubgurgle · 1 month ago

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sneak peek into first chapter of a caleb/mc college au

you and caleb moved in together for college! (SNEAK PEEK START)

pairings: caleb/unnamed afab mc

tags: college au, no evol, caleb and mc

a/n: THIS IS A THROWAWAY START...unless someone convinces me to keep it this way. my issue is that im so INDECISIVE WITH THE POV !!! i think im going to do it from MC pov instead...first person....but AGGHHH. anyways, this is still gonna be the gist of the new fic :3 im just having a hard time continuing it from his pov and i think itll be mroe fun the other way round.

i actually had the hardest time writing from third/first person mc...so we're keeping this ! thanks guys mwah

word count: 1.2k

Her face turned warm and she straightened herself up. Looking away, she complained, “Ugh…you’re so weird.” She mumbled under her breath before stomping out of his room. “I’m gonna finish unpacking my room.” She called out before shutting his door.

He let out a sigh of relief, running his hand through his hair. “Fuck…” He leaned himself back on his chair to stare at the ceiling. It was easier for him to hide how he felt about her during high school since she was focused on her studies. She then suddenly decided that being in college meant that she had to spread her wings and start dating.

She still glared at him, “Yeah…why?” She answered anyway, pointing at the corner of her room where the mirror was.

She scooted closer to him on her bed, stretching out the scrunchie on his wrist before letting it snap back onto him. “What are you planning on doing with this? You gonna grow your hair out?”

She furrowed her brows and slapped his chest. “Not this again! This was probably why no one liked me in high school!”

“You act like I’m a kid.” He could hear her huff.

#lads caleb #love and deepspace #lads caleb fic #caleb fic #lads fic #xia yizhou #xia yizhou fic

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yanderelovlies · 3 years ago

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Hiiii, My first time asking here, but here a idea. A Jack vs Bo kinda senario! Like if they were both physical and could physically interact with one another, And how the mc handle having two yanderes following them around.

The amazing art in the middle was done by @alizera62quartz please go check out their art I love it so much.

Oh! Welcome Anon! Happy to have you! Also I've been thinking about this cause I want to make a mini series out of this. Cause your girl just can't choose one yandere 💅✨️

🔪THIS FIC IS 18+ AGELESS AND BLANK BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED 🔪

The situation you found yourself in was easy to deal with at first. When Bo and Jack started arguing with one another about your attention you could easily separate the two. (Usually by picking up Bo and putting him in a separate room somewhere.). However, now that Bo finally has his physical form thanks to your kindness it was like the two were constantly fighting.

Jack didn't like Bo, not for a single minute. He was trying to take away HIS sunshine. Bo acted like he had some sort of wolfy claim on you just because you bought his little game device. Stupid Mutt.

Bo HATED Jack since the moment he met him. He knew Jack was what stood in front of him and had his puppy for himself. Jack always tries to leave him out of every outing trying to keep you to himself. Bo is gonna teach this clown that he isn't an Alpha to be messed with. Or so he thought till they both found out the hard way that they would kill each other. Fucking clown.

Yes, they have tried to fight it out physically and though they feel each hit, bite, and nasty word they can't die just wish they were by the end of it.

Though when they aren't fighting they constantly surveillance you. When you go to work Jack keeps an eye on you to make sure people like Nick don't come around you again. While Bo watches and interacts with you in public to let everyone know you're taken. In a way, this is how they get along in the beginning. They agree to set aside differences for your safety. You are after all the reason they are fighting in the first place.

Please for the love of everything make a schedule or get a bed big enough for the three of you. I mean unless you prefer constant brutal fucking, biting, and marking from the two trying to show the other up. Bo is the worst out of the two honestly especially since he likes to fuck in his beast form which runs strictly on emotions.

Though it will be a very rocky beginning for all of you, eventually their bickering will die down and they will only verbally fight when they think you aren't listening. They co-exist in an "I accept you're here to stay, but one wrong move and I will find a way to get rid of you." way.

Bonus that I wasn't sure where to put it:

The three of you were sitting on the couch. You leaned with your back to Jack's side, and Bo lay on top of you swatting away at Jack's hand that seemed ever closer to your breast. When your phone began to ring. Wanting to find an excuse to get up and stretch you signaled for Bo to get up, and when he did you left for your shared room in the back to take the call.

"Y-Y/n?" Well, now you wish you hadn't.

Ian waited patiently for your response, but when he was met with silence he continued.

"Y-you probably didn't mean to pick up again...b-but I'm glad you did!.... I just want to talk to you."

It had been a good 20 minutes, and you still haven't come back. Are you okay?? Did you get hurt??

Bo began to get anxious. So against Jack's president "Just give them time"s Bo got up and made his way to your room hoping to see you okay.

The closer he got the more he could hear sniffles and another man's voice on the other side of the door. He got as close to the door as he could trying to catch the conversation, but only got the tail end of it as you threw your phone somewhere to the side and cries became slightly louder.

The sound of your tears was torture to Bo, so in a fit of emotions, he frantically opened the door and wasted no time taking you in his arms.

"What's wrong puppy? What happened? Who hurt you?"

Afraid of what Jack might want to do already you tried not to say anything to Bo, but it seems Jack had other plans

Jack stood in the doorway arms crossed as he held an expression that can only be described as a mix of anger and sympathy.

"It was Ian…..wasn't it…?"

Bo's head quickly turned to Jack curious but alarmed by the new name

"Who is Ian?" You looked over to Jack with pleading eyes, but he simply shook his head.

"Their obsessed cheating ex" you could feel Bo's grip tighten around you as the words left Jack's mouth.

"And you answered his call?!" Bo was angry. You could hear it in his voice as he growled and looked down at you.

You tried to shrink into yourself, but Bo's iron grip made it impossible. "I-I didn't know…..I just answered…"

The silence hung heavy in the air as both men tried to gather their thoughts. It was obvious Ian still had a grip on you. It was also obvious what needs to be done.

Sharing a look both men nodded before Bo's grip on you loosened.

"I'm sorry puppy I just worry about you." He nuzzles his face into your neck peppering little kisses. "I don't like seeing you cry."

You let out quiet giggles at the ticklish feeling while leaning more into Bo. "I know….I'm sorry both of you. I should have paid more attention. "

You looked over to Jack holding your hand out to him. Jack visibly softened as he walked over, taking your hand, kneeling, and placing your palm on his face.

"It's okay sunshine. We still love you."

You smiled relaxing against Bo. They always knew how to make you feel better. Closing your eyes you could help but smile at how lucky you felt.

That night however the hunt was on.

#sunny day jack #x reader #swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #vivi talks #something's wrong with sunny day jack x reader #yandere x reader #sunny day jack x reader #swwsdj x reader #dachabo #bo x reader #swwsdj x reader smut #dachabo x reader

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leoneliterary · 2 years ago

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"And why not? Because Amatus treats you nicely? Because he feeds you? I may be a Jackal, but you are the one who acts like a well trained dog!" His tone is sharp and bitter, but strangely it doesn't sound mocking, as if he want to convince you of something.

"Don't speak like you know me," you say through clenched teeth and he leans forward, his own bared.

"And don't get yourself killed because you think you know him!"

Now, why do I feel like Sutek is a bit jealous of Amatus' bond with the Ducklings, especially with MC? 🤔

He already knows Amatus loves the Duckings, their whole fight at the Silken Sands started because the Jackals threatened his kids, he got stabbed because he got distracted by MC & Co.'s entrance and tried to order them away to safety!

It really feels like he is projecting his issues with Idir onto them. 👀

Ohohohoho I love your mind anon!! You're definitely barking up the right tree.

All I can say is that Sutek's experience with being in Idir's guild (and his experience interacting with Amatus in the past) makes it hard for him to fully believe that the MC's allegiance to the guild is based off of genuine love and care.

#Sutek #MC #ROs #answered asks #worldbuilding #if wip #interactive fiction #interactive games #hat if

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xelasrecords · 2 years ago

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Mystic Messenger Fic Masterlist

HAN JUMIN

Have Yourself a Lonely Little Christmas - angst

Jumin is disappointed that V is late to RFA’s Christmas party. Still, he waits up for him. (Aka Santa V speedrunning Jumin’s disappointment.)

All That Glitters - angst

All that glitters is not gold. An arranged marriage brings out the worst in Aecha and Jumin, and witnessing him fall for someone he can’t have may just be her tipping point.

The Oasis Is Beautiful From Up Close - smut, fluff

Jumin, you, and Jihyun are having an intimate photography session and fooling around because you and your lovers are no longer at death’s door.

The Final Night - angst, smut

V has betrayed RFA for Rika and sided with Mint Eye. Jumin believes he can change V’s mind in the confrontation tomorrow, while MC prepares to leave her forbidden love for duty. Tonight is the last night they get to share their life just as they are.

Violent Need - smut, angst

Attempting to kill herself to hurt Jumin has consequences. MC is about to find out what.

Secrets and Sacrifices - angst, smut

Jumin and you make sacrifices for the RFA. You don’t know how much more you can take, but Jumin does not plan to let you out of his sight. Secret Ending AU where the secrets drag on and relationships are more complicated.

As One So Half - angst

Jumin goes to V’s house after burying him, marking the first time he visits without his friend waiting on the porch. Based on the Secret Ending with some changes, most notably the MC being romantically involved with Jumin instead of Saeyoung. How differently would Jumin grieve if he had someone by his side?

Tea! Would You Like Some? - fluff

High-quality time shared between two people highly stupid about their feelings. And for each other.

All That Is Lost - angst

Jumin is dying from cancer and there is nothing else you can do but wait. Featuring a minor appearance from Jihyun.

As Daylight Comes - fluff, comfort

Jumin and MC have been married for a while, and their friendship with Jihyun is stronger than ever, so what better way to spend their morning together than to have breakfast with a side of teasing and musing on life?

The Love We Live For - comfort, fluff

Jihyun comes home injured so MC and Jumin fuss over him. MC’s love for them is romantic and reciprocated, while Jihyun and Jumin’s love is platonic. The idea for this came when I replayed Jihyun’s route and realised I couldn’t choose between them. I want to feel loved and admire their love. Everything else comes after. I hope this story will make you feel loved too.

Wedding Scene - angst, comfort

Sometimes good things come to an end. Although you don’t love them anymore, you can still want the best for them. Can be read as the continuation of Greatest Kindness.

Thank You for the Food - fluff

Living alone is fun and liberating until you fall sick and there’s no one to ask for help when you’re too tired to cook or fetch your own food. This is a lighthearted wintry story for anyone who needs a holiday pick-me-up.

Greatest Kindness - angst

A breakup doesn’t have to be filled with anger, tears or regret to be awful. One of the worst kinds is the quiet one, where the love has died for one side, and the other cannot do anything but accept it. Wedding Scene can be read as the continuation of this.

Wedge the Knife Under My Skin - smut, angst

A grotty cheating tale on an unnamed deadbeat boyfriend with Jumin, inspired by High Infidelity by Taylor Swift.

Cold Wrath - angst

How controlling tendencies can manifest in a relationship where two people experience control in polar opposite ways. What is security for one could be a threat to another.

In the Dead of Night, You Bring Me Back Alive - comfort, fluff

What if you're not insecure about attending the high society parties that being in Jumin's life entails? What if instead of floundering at a public event and waiting for a rich man to rescue you, you could stand on your own? Featuring an after-party scene where you and Jumin share quiet meandering conversations and find peace in them. Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it.

The Worth of Gifts - fluff

This is basically a love letter to Jumin because that one line that he said in his route lives in my head rent-free.

V | KIM JIHYUN

Have Yourself a Lonely Little Christmas - angst

Jumin is disappointed that V is late to RFA’s Christmas party. Still, he waits up for him. (Aka Santa V speedrunning Jumin’s disappointment.)

The Oasis Is Beautiful From Up Close - smut, fluff

Jumin, you, and Jihyun are having an intimate photography session and fooling around because you and your lovers are no longer at death’s door.

Locus of Pain - smut, angst, comfort

MC doesn’t tell Jihyun she’s hurt. He finds out anyway.

All That Is Lost - platonic angst

Jumin is dying from cancer and there is nothing else you can do but wait. Featuring a minor appearance from Jihyun.

As Daylight Comes - platonic fluff, comfort

The Love We Live For - comfort, fluff

Haven Burning - smut, angst

Jihyun is sorry that he keeps wanting more from you while you’re sorry that you can’t give him enough, so both of you try to make up for it in your own way.

AESTHETIC

Jihyun x MC x Jumin OT3 Aesthetic

#masterlist #mystic messenger #mystic messenger fanfic #jumin han #jihyun kim #mystic messenger v

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