#no read more break YOU WILL LOOK AT THE BOOKS

[lovebittenbyevans]

Only His Sweetheart | One Shot

Summary: After the summer break is over, you start to notice some new faces on campus this year when you didn’t expect to see frat boy Oscar Piastri being around you more lately.

Pairing: fratboy! Oscar Piastri x nerd! Female Reader

Warnings: cursed words

Author note: My first time writing about Oscar. @harrysfolklore made me do it lol jk 😂 Enjoy reading!

“Fuck!” You heard someone say behind you.

You were still looking at the test you got back from your professor. You can’t believe you passed his test even though his test was hard last semester. You were proud of yourself that studying was starting to pay off.

The summer break you wanted to relax and keep your mind occupied by studying and relearning about what your professors taught you in biology class.

“For those who didn’t pass. I suggest you find a tutor and don’t even think about failing this semester or you being dropped from my class this year.” The Professor told everyone.

You got up from your seat and started to stuff your books into your backpack. “You failed again, Oscar?” Another voice said.

“Shut up, Charles.” The guy voice had a heavy accent.

You closed your backpack and sled it onto your shoulder. You almost walked out the class when Professor Rowan called out to you. “Y/N.” You paused for a second and turned to look at him. “Yes?”

“Great work on the test.” He says.

You nodded and turned to leave, heading directly down the hallway. You realized some of your classmates still look the same and haven't changed a bit over the summer.

Placing your backpack on the table within the library, you proceeded to a genre and checked out the books on the shelf. You love coming to the library when you have no class for the day.

As you take a book off the shelf and turn it to read the back, you hear a voice behind you. “G’Day.” Glancing over your shoulder, you noticed one of the fraternity boys. “Can I help you?”

He exhales and clears his throat. “Are you Y/N? I heard Professor Rowan say your name.”

You nodded. “Yeah, why?” You were just curious because barely any guys in this school talked to you.

“Well.” He scratched the back of his neck. “I was wondering if you can tutor me in biology.”

You raised an eyebrow. “And you are?” Deep down you knew exactly who he is.

“I’m Oscar Piastri.” He extended his hand and you glanced down at his hand before glancing at his face.

You didn’t bother to shake his hand. You was not going to greet a person who already thinks the world revolves around them.

“No.” You said, honestly.

For a moment, he had a frown on his face but his expression turned into disappointment. “Why?” He didn’t think you would turn him down so quickly.

You let out a fake laugh. “Have you met yourself? You frat boys don’t take shit serious about anything.” You walked passed him returning to your empty table, pulled out the chair and sat down with the book in your hand.

Oscar Piastri is always the talk on campus. Girls love him even when they want something more with him. You heard rumors about how he treats the girls and how he is with his frat boy friends.

You don’t want nothing to do with him

“Y/N.” He pulls out the chair across from you and sat down placing his green backpack on the table. “Sweetheart, I need this or I will be off the baseball team.”

You opened the book flipping to the third page. “That’s not my problem.”

Oscar was kind of shocked the way you were being right now. He never had a girl decline him ever. Normally girls would want to be around him twenty four seven.

He sighs, leaning back in his chair. “Can you at least tell me how–” You interrupted him by not showing how annoyed you felt. “Studying is the key, that's how I pass. You should try it.”

You was still fixated on the book. You was getting annoyed because nobody ever interrupted your reading time at all. You actually wish you could punch him in the face.

“Sweetheart.” He repeated that nickname one more time. “Please.” His voice was soft, barely a whisper.

You let out a frustrated sigh. “Oh my fucking god!” You mumbles, closing your book while your gaze meets his. “If I tutor you, you have to be all in and serious.”

“Ok.” He replied with a smile.

You tell him. “Just let me know what your schedule is like and we will take it from there.” You honestly didn’t want to tutor him but at the same time you only gave in so he shut up for the most part and hopefully leaves you alone.

He takes his phone out of his pocket and slides his phone across the table toward you. “Give me your number and I’ll let you know.” You nodded, taking his phone, putting your number in for him.

“Only text me about tutoring, nothing else.” You gave him back his phone.

A slight smirk showed up on his lips. “Got it!” You rolled your eyes as you heard your phone buzzing in your pocket. You took your phone out of your pocket and saw an unknown number but you already knew it was him.

You added his name into your contacts when a girl sat down on his lap. “Baby, I was looking all for you.” She gave him a kiss on the cheeks twice.

“Calla.” Oscar pushed her off of him gently. “I’m in the middle of a conversation with someone here.

She scoffs as her eyes dart at you. “Excuse me? Who are you?”

Here we fucking go

You placed the book on the table while taking your backpack off the table. “I’ll see you around, Oscar.”

Another bullshit jealous girl you thought to yourself

You sling your backpack over your shoulder as she blocked your path for a second. “You didn’t answer my question.” She said loudly.

“Calla, leave her alone.” Oscar spoke up. “Always trying to start some shit.”

You pushed past her making your way out of the library thinking Oscar was definitely not going to leave you alone anytime soon. You were fucked.

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

hello love! for your kinkfest, I have a request!

simon riley w/ size kink and manhandling perhaps?

You may!!

Requests are open

Masterlist

Brute

Contains: Consent and kink negotiation, size kink, manhandling, oral sex (m receiving) fingering, P in V, fluff. Not beta read.

1.3K words

Simon was a gentle giant until you asked him not to be.

"Simon, you're going to give yourself a hernia."

He chuckled at your admonishment and continued to haul the uncut firewood onto the chopping block as you watched in awe. "It ain't that heavy lovey."

You sighed and rolled your eyes. "Sure."

You headed back inside your holiday cabin and made yourself comfortable on the couch, but the book you picked up was just a cover for gawking at Simon through the window.

He came back inside twenty minutes later, dripping in sweat despite the cold and flopped down next to you, lifting your legs to make room before placing them on his lap. He sighed and stretched towards you, and you smiled cheekily as you shied away from him. "Eww, you're all dirty."

There was nowhere you could go, between his wingspan and his thick thighs, he took up most of the little loveseat. His face crinkled with a smile, and he clambered into your space, crowding you into the corner of the couch as you did your best to hide the excitement on your face. "I saw you watching me out there."

You nodded. "Yes, you have very nice muscles."

He was so expressive without his mask, there was no Ghost here, just your Simon. Right now, he was grinning like the cat that got the cream as he lunged at you and threw you over his shoulder as he walked towards the bedroom. You struggled, doing your best to wriggle away, but it was like trying to get free from a vice. He all but tossed you on the bed, chuckling warmly as you bounced.

It was on now, and you tried your best to shuffle up the bed as he yanked you towards him by your calf. His ample muscles flexed as he pulled his shirt over his head, and you reached out to lay your hand on his chest, his hand enveloping yours as he held it to him. "You like it when I toss you around and show off, don't you Lovey?"

You nodded. "Yes, I would like more please."

He grinned and you fought back a gasp as he tore your pants from your body. "Simon, those were expensive."

He smirked. "I'll buy you more."

He yanked you up by both your upper arms, pulling your shirt over your head, and he spun you away from the bed and placed you on your knees on the fluffy floor rug. "I've been working hard all day to keep you warm and I think you should thank me."

The bludge in his pants made it clear what he thought his thank you should be. You rushed to free him from his pants, and he sighed as the pressure released from cock when you pulled him free. One hand found your cheek, and the other wrapped around the meat of the place where your neck met your shoulder. He looked down at you with a smirk as his thumb brushed your lower lip. "Get to it Lovey."

You licked him from base to tip, and his head fell backwards as heat filled him. He was squeezing your shoulder rhythmically, his chest rising and falling with controlled breaths as you took the tip into his mouth. You took him down further as he began to groan, the hand on your cheek moving to gather your hair into a ponytail held in his hand so he could take over the pace. "Tap my hip if you need a break."

You moaned an affirmative around him, and his hips bucked at the vibration. "That's my good girl." You relaxed around him as he bucked his hips, stopping each time he went deeper to let you adjust. When he really hit the tempo, he liked, he would pause each time he was almost all the way out of your mouth so you could suck him like a lolly pop before sliding down your throat.

All too soon, he was yanking you off of him, kicking his pants and boxers all the way off and all but picking you up before throwing you onto the bed. "That was a pretty good thank you."

You smiled. "It was my pleasure." He crawled on top of you, blanketing you with his body as he pressed his lips to yours to kiss you for the first time since he came inside. The kiss was all lust and desire as he broke the hook closures holding your bra together, your panties went next, one side ripped in half as he pulled them off you.

His thick fingers found your centre, and he groaned when he felt you soaked. "Fuck Lovey, you trying to kill me?" He didn't give you a chance to answer, rubbing his fingers up and down your slit before sliding two of them inside you as he swallowed your moans with his mouth. He was so warm that the coldness of the outside didn't have a hope, and you buried your face in his neck as he scissored his while his thumb rubbed your clit.

You were forced to feel every precise pass of his calloused fingertips on your G-spot, unable to do anything else under his body weight. His mouth was intent on sucking marks into your skin, the mix of teeth and lips sending shock waved down your body. You muttered out a warning, trying to let him know you were about to fall off the cliff, but he kissed you hard before you could utter a word, groaning against your lips when he felt you squeeze around his fingers.

He pulled his hand away, using your wetness to slick his cock before wrapping his hands around your tights to pull them apart so he could slot himself between them. "You ready Lovey?"

You nodded emphatically, and he grinned, gripping his cock so he could guide it inside you as your head fell back onto the pillow. He gave you a moment to adjust before rocking his hips slowly, his pace picking up as you wrapped your arms around him. Before you could really sink into it, he was pulling out of you and flipping you over, yanking you onto all fours before settling behind you and slamming back home. Your head and chest fell into the bed as he gripped your hips, and you knew, with how hard he was holding you, that you'd have finger shaped bruises in the morning.

One hand left your hip and slid around to your front, rubbing your clit as he angled his hips to brush your G-spot with each pass. The slap of his pelvis against your ass and the sound of your shared moans filled the air as he pushed you both closer to the peak, each thrust shoving you up the bed until you had to reach out a hand to stop your head from knocking into the headboard.

Your vision began to white out at the edges as heat grew in your core, and before you knew it, you were rushing into an orgasm as he grunted behind you. In the haze of bliss, the only thing that let you know he was close behind was his faltering pace and the tightness of his hand on your hip. He let out a feral grunt and finally stilled, managing to pull you into his chest and pull you both down so you were lying on your side with his body wrapped around you. "Now we're both dirty."

You couldn't help but giggle, and his arms hugged you to him. "You're crushing me."

He sighed and kissed the space between your shoulder blades. "You love it."

You nodded. "I do."

He ran his nose up your upper back to your neck, then kissed his way towards your ear before speaking. "I'll run us a bath."

That did sound nice. "I would like that." You spun in his arms and pressed your lips to his, the kiss soft and warm. "Thank you. I really enjoyed that."

He did his best to hold back his egoistical smirk. "So did I." He rubbed your nose with his and kissed you. "I love you y/n."

You smiled against his lips. "I love you too Simon."

Fin

[formulauno98]

Yacht Girl Summer - Chapter One / Thursday- George Russell x Reader, Toto Wolff x Reader

It's Summer and you've been dating George Russell, golden boy of the Mercedes Formula One Team, for the last year. Outwardly it looks like the perfect relationship, travelling the world hand-in-hand with your rich and famous other half but lately you've started to feel like an accessory to his success.

When you're invited aboard his boss' yacht for the week, you start to get to know the man who so often is the object of your boyfriend's affection, enigmatic Team Principal, Toto Wolff. Steely at first, as you get to know him, you start to see why your boyfriend is so enamoured.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Nothing spicy yet. This is going to be a slow burn and if you're uncomfortable with the idea of two-timing don't read this.

Author’s Notes: Disclaimer, purely fiction. No use of Y/N and minimal descriptions because I want everyone/anyone to be able to enjoy this.

THURSDAY MORNING

As you packed the last of your vacation outfits into your weekend bag you sighed, thinking about how you were going to survive this week. You’d been dating your boyfriend for almost a year and things had started well but lately, you felt something was off. 

For all intents and purposes, he was a catch. Good on paper as some people would say. He was a Formula One driver and a talented one at that, he was smart, he was funny (even though sometimes he didn’t mean to be) and he was kind. It also didn’t hurt that he was tall, easy on the eye and allergic to wearing a shirt ninety percent of the time.

Yes, George Russell was outwardly the perfect boyfriend. Just not the one for you. In your heart of hearts, you knew that he just wasn’t the one and it wasn’t fair to keep stringing him along. His work took precedence and you found yourself constantly making awkward small talk with random people during events, his focus entirely on his career. 

To begin with, life as a Formula One partner had been exciting, a glamorous world previously closed off to you now opened. You’d accompany George to races here and there, cheering him on from the garage, living the highs and lows and trying to support him as much as you could. Then there were tennis matches, charity galas, fashion shows, and even glossy film premieres and he always needed a date. 

He was quick to include you in his busy life but after a year of being treated like arm candy, playing second fiddle to George, the novelty had worn thin. You were no more than an accessory. Old men leered at you, girls were jealous and the mechanics thought you were some kind of bimbo gold-digger. It was decidedly less fun than it looked and you knew you owed it to yourself to put a stop to it.

It was difficult as George had not done anything wrong, he just sometimes forgot that you were a person and took your support for granted. You’d voiced your feelings but they were only ever met with empty promises. Even your Summer plans had been hijacked by his work as he’d cancelled the trip to South Africa that you’d booked in favour of accompanying his boss on his yacht for a week. 

You’d had numerous arguments about his overly close relationship with his boss, the mildly terrifying Mercedes Team Principal, Toto Wolff. You hadn’t spent much time with the man but George practically lived in his pocket. He even stayed at his house when they worked at the factory in the UK. It was strange, to say the least, and you’d had to learn to live with the unusual dynamic between the pair of them, awkwardly saying hello to the intimidating Austrian when you were in the garage but never quite breaking through his cool demeanour.

George on the other hand, loved his boss and was constantly “Toto says this,” “Toto recommends that.” So when he’d invited him onto his yacht for the Summer, he hadn’t hesitated to drop all other plans. Even if that meant you not getting to go on the safari you’d meticulously planned.

Casting your mind back to how the conversation had gone, you were still annoyed about it.

“It’s just for a week.” George had pleaded, “And it’s good for my career to be close to Toto. I owe him everything.”

You rolled your eyes, having heard this spiel before. “Why don’t you just ask him to formally adopt you and be done with it?”

George huffed, “That wasn’t funny before and it’s not funny now. Please, just do this for me, and we can go to South Africa another time. He’s never invited us before, if we say no, who knows how long it will be if we get another invite, if ever.”

Feeling slightly guilty, you replied, “Sorry, I know that was a little mean. Look, I was just looking forward to the safari.”

“I know,” said George, his bright eyes softening as he wrapped his arms around you, “But I promise you, we’ll go soon. And besides, Toto’s yacht will be nice, you can snorkel, you can paddleboard, you’ll love it.”

Smiling slightly, you knew you wouldn’t be going to South Africa any time soon, George’s schedule was too full on. And that’s why you knew you needed to end things soon. He hadn’t done anything wrong but you had lost yourself in George’s calendar. 

Swallowing your thoughts, you knew that he’d already said yes on your behalf so it was too late to back out, “I guess, and like you said, it’s only a week.”

“There’s my girl.” George kissed you lightly on the cheek, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

THURSDAY AFTERNOON

Having successfully packed, you and George had been driven down to the marina to board the yacht. You felt a little nervous as you walked beside George towards the imposing vessel you’d be spending the week on. It was one of the larger boats docked and you could already see various members of staff milling about on deck. 

You didn’t know Toto very well beyond saying hello and you weren’t sure what to expect outside of racing. He always seemed very serious and calculating, and still reeling from his acrimonious divorce, not the most fun person to holiday with. You knew that a few of George’s colleagues and their wives and girlfriends would be there too so you hoped that they at least might be somewhat entertaining.

Stepping off of the passarelle and onto the boat behind George, he suddenly dropped your luggage and started waving manically as he spotted his formidable boss standing on the sundeck above.

“Hi Toto!” he called out.

“Welcome!” Toto called out, disappearing momentarily before reappearing at the bottom of the stairs in front of you. He was dressed casually but smartly in head-to-toe navy with dark sunglasses.

“How are you both?” he said kindly, stretching out to George for a warm embrace before holding his arms out to you.

Half hugging him awkwardly, you replied, “Very well thank you, thank you again for the invite, we’ve been excited all week.”

Thrilled that you were buttering up his boss, George chimed in, “Yes, we’ve been counting down the days.”

“Glad to hear it,” said Toto, smiling contently, “The others arrived a short while ago so are at the front. Perhaps Livia can show you to your cabin and then you can come and join us for a drink?”

He gestured at a young blonde stewardess who had discreetly appeared from inside, ready to show you to your quarters.

“Thanks, Toto.” said George, clapping his boss on the shoulder enthusiastically before following Livia, “We’ll be right back.”

Taken aback that George had followed Livia without remembering to pick up your two weekend bags you shook your head as you were left struggling to pick them up and follow. Typical George.

“Here, let me help.” a deep, accented voice offered. Turning around, you were surprised to see Toto standing there, his arm outstretched.

“Oh…” you said blushing and tripping over your words, “It’s okay, honestly. I think George was overexcited to see his room.”

Toto smiled, taking the two bags from you despite your protests, lifting them effortlessly, “That’s our George.”

Smiling reluctantly, you agreed as you followed Toto inside, “Indeed.” 

At least his boss seemed like a gentleman.

THURSDAY EVENING

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pastel pink, dinner that evening was set against an idyllic backdrop. You and George being the last to arrive, all guests were now on board and the yacht had finally set sail for your week-long jaunt into the Mediterranean.

The crew had prepared a cosy dinner on the deck, complete with twinkling fairy lights and a long table set for seven. Toto was sat at the head of the table, yourself and James, the Mercedes Technical Director either side of him.

On your other side was James’ wife, Cara, and across from you diagonally was the Communications Director’s wife, Marion. Making up the other end of the table was George and the Communications Director himself, John, who were chatting animatedly and ignoring everyone else.

As the two other couples knew each other well, James, Cara and Marion were equally engrossed in conversation with Toto, leaving you awkwardly eating in silence, trying your best to not give in to the pang of loneliness you felt.

As the dinner progressed, you couldn’t help but notice how isolated you felt. The laughter and chatter of the others a stark contrast to your internal turmoil. You tried to engage in small talk with the people around you, but your thoughts kept drifting back to your problems with George. 

This was yet another evening you’d spent surrounded by people yet isolated because you didn’t fit in. You were a side character in George’s life, there when it was convenient and discarded when someone more important was around.

Not one to miss a trick, Toto noticed your distraction. "Is everything alright?" he asked, his voice gentle yet concerned.

You forced a smile. "Yes, just feeling a little seasick." You weren’t proud of the lie but figured it might be the best way forward to get out of this agonising dinner.

His eyes crinkled with concern, he nodded, understandingly. "Sometimes it takes a while to get used to being at sea. Would you like to go up to the sun deck? The air is fresher, it might help."

Grateful for the offer and the opportunity to escape, you nodded. "That sounds nice, thank you."

Excusing yourself from the table you made your way to the stairs up to the sun deck. You glanced back at George, not surprised to see he was yet to clock your departure from the table. More surprising, however, was the fact that Toto had gotten up to follow you. You hadn’t expected him to accompany you and were slightly taken aback as the tall Austrian followed you up the stairs.

Dreading yet more awkward small talk, you wandered to the front of the sun deck, where the moonlight was pooling on the pristine white sun loungers. You leaned against the railing, taking in the tranquil scene.

"This is beautiful," you said softly, more to yourself than to Toto who had slotted himself a few feet to your right.

"It is," Toto agreed. "It’s one of the reasons I love being out here. It’s a good place to think, to clear your mind."

You turned to him, genuinely curious. "Do you come out here often?"

He smiled, a distant look in his eyes. "Whenever I can. It helps me balance the chaos of work."

You nodded, understanding the sentiment. "I can see why. It’s so peaceful and you were right, the air does feel fresher."

Toto nodded and for a moment, the two of you stood in comfortable silence, just listening to the sounds of the sea. 

Suddenly feeling somewhat awkward that you were standing gazing in the moonlight with your boyfriend’s boss, you chanced striking up more of a conversation. You were somewhat intrigued as to why George was so enamoured with the Team Principal and you had to seize the opportunity as quickly as it came.

“Thank you for everything you do for George,” you said, hoping to sound genuine.

Toto looked somewhat surprised and a little amused at your words, “It’s no trouble, he’s a good boy.”

Laughing at Toto calling George a boy, you pushed a little further, “I mean it. I honestly do.”

“I know.” said Toto, his gaze intense as he turned to you, “How are you feeling?”

“A little better actually,” you lied, “It’s also more stable up here, downstairs I felt like I was swishing around.”

“Swishing around?” Toto asked, quirking an eyebrow, “I don’t think I’ve heard it called that.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, not sure what he was getting at.

“Look, I could see you were not feeling comfortable at dinner.” he said, somewhat bluntly, “I see you when you are in the garage too. You always look ready to bolt. Are you not a fan of racing?”

Taken aback by his astute judgment and surprised that he'd noticed, you felt defensive and mumbled quietly  “It’s not that.”

Toto looked unconvinced, “I get it, you’re shy.”

“A little,” you confessed, “It’s a lot sometimes.”

Toto’s face softened, his brown eyes warm as he looked at you, “I understand. It’s not easy. You get used to it though.”

Thinking about the fact that you probably wouldn’t need to if you went through with your break-up plan, you just nodded, pretending that you agreed with his wisdom, “I hope so.”

“You will.” he said kindly, “So George tells me you like to travel a lot?”

“I do,” you said, surprised that he was now being chatty, “But not so much to the races, I like to escape in nature, it’s good for the soul.”

A smirk flickered on Toto’s lips, “I agree. If you’d like we can go exploring tomorrow. There are some coves around here we can stop at.”

“For real?” you asked, even more surprised that he was willing to bend his itinerary for you, someone he barely knew.

“For real,” he said succinctly. “And if the others don’t like it, they can stay on the boat and sunbathe.”

Laughing, you smiled at him, “Sounds like a plan.”

“I’m glad I can make you smile.” he said, his face serious, “You looked sad down there.”

Not sure how to reply, you looked down at your feet, choosing your words carefully before looking back up at Toto  “I’m just seasick. That’s all.”

Thoroughly unconvinced, Toto quirked an eyebrow, “Tomorrow you will feel better. I promise. Shall we go back to dinner? I’m sure George will be missing you.”

“I’m not sure about that.” you said quietly, causing Toto to raise his eyebrow once more, “He’ll be chatting away to John, I bet.”

“How much?” asked Toto as you both made your way towards the stairs.

“Two euros,” you said jokingly.

“It’s a bet,” replied Toto, holding out his hand to shake with all the seriousness that he would when making a business deal.

“Deal,” you said, taking his large hand in yours, grinning as you met the laughing Austrian’s eyes.

Sure enough, as you made your way back down the stairs towards the table, George was still chatting away to John, barely pausing for breath, let alone noticing the two of you taking back to your seats.

“How would you like to pay?” you asked Toto cheekily, as you both sat down, “I can accept cash, cheque or credit card”

“What’s Toto paying you for?” asked James, stopping mid-conversation, his interest suddenly piqued.

“We made a bet.” said Toto, clasping his hands under his chin, “It’s a secret though.”

James looked slightly sceptical, turning to you for more information, “Care to elaborate?”

“Deals have to be discrete.” you said, fighting the urge to laugh as Toto’s eyes sparkled at you, “Toto will be the first one to tell you that.”

Slightly tipsy, James laughed, not pressing further and returning to his animated discussion with the two older women. Glancing down at the other end of the table, George had barely looked up and once more you felt a pang of disappointment. He was clueless sometimes.

– – –

As dinner came to a close, Toto announced the plan for the next day. 

“Tomorrow morning, we’ll be exploring some of the coves around here. It will be an early start but should be fun. Who’s interested?”

George and John immediately expressed their interest, nodding eagerly. “Count us in!” George said, his enthusiasm reminding you of a child on a school trip.

James, Cara and Marion were less enthused about the early start and politely declined, deciding instead to stay on the boat, soaking in the sun.

Toto turned to you with a gentle smile. “How about you?”

You nodded, feeling genuinely excited for the first time in a while. “I’d love to.”

– – –

Having sussed out tomorrow’s plan and the seven am start, you bid your gracious host and fellow guests goodnight and you and George finally made your way to your shared quarters. The silence between you was palpable, each step echoing your unspoken thoughts.

Once inside the cabin, George broke the silence. “What were you doing going off with Toto?” he asked a hint of accusation in his tone.

You sighed, sitting down on the bed “I felt seasick and needed some fresh air so Toto suggested the sun deck. That’s all.”

George’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You could have told me.”

“I could have,” you admitted, your voice softening. “But you were busy with John and I didn’t want to interrupt.”

At this, George’s expression softened just a fraction and he settled down beside you. “Okay. I just... I don’t know… Let me know next time. I don’t want you feeling seasick and me not being there to help.”

You smiled sadly, knowing that for all of his faults, his heart was in the right place, “Thanks, I appreciate it.”

He nodded, wrapping his arm around you, “I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for,” you said, leaning into him, feeling somewhat guilty that you had ignored him in favour of his boss.

“What were you talking about though?” he asked suddenly.

“We were talking about you and then this and that.” you said, before adding, “He’s actually quite nice. I get it now.”

At that, George looked a little put out but dropped the subject quickly, getting up to get ready for bed. As he busied himself unpacking his pyjamas, you couldn’t help but think of Toto, he was nicer than you’d given him credit for.

For the first time in a long while, you felt like someone had considered you as a person and not as George’s plus one. It was a good feeling to ponder as you drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the adventure that awaited you tomorrow.

[yourdearestaliengerbil]

Places in the Human World That I Feel Like They Would Love

Fandom: Obey me! Shall We Date TW: None Relationships: Satan x GN!Reader, Mammon x GN!Reader, Lucifer x GN!Reader

-Lucifer

Thrift stores

This may seem strange since he seems to prefer more “classy” places but 

It's so vintage and old, that he feels like a kid in a candy store 

He tries to hide his excitement but you can see it in his eyes

He loves these places, he’s almost like an old man and it is so endearing 

You definitely have to look through every single record with him and he’ll always buy a few

Maybe even inviting you to listen to them with him at home

Sometimes you find really weird or funny ones that you like to put on whenever he is stressed to put him in a silly mood (not that he gets in those, or so he claims)

Sometimes the two of you get matching suits from the store

And he pretends to hate it so so much

It's just weird to him, to be wearing a stranger's clothing

But you like it and he likes you

-Mammon

Gas stations

They probably have them in the devildom too but something about those fluorescent lights and bright signs at night in the human world hits differently

The two of you will stop at one of these during a midnight drive to take a slushie break

You'd get your favorite flavor

And he'd want every flavor

And then you'll end up saving yours and drinking most of his after paying

It just tastes better because it's his

And he really doesn't mind sharing his slushy with you, as long as he can have yours in return

By the time the two of you reach the car, you're both left in giddy excitement

And it’s late but you guys dont care, you just sit by the gas pump

You'll laugh and talk and giggle about everything

You two always seem to be in that "honeymoon" stage

And

It’s everything all in one moment

Just the two of you enjoying this moment together, not thinking of anything but how much you love one another

Then when you start driving again, the two of you are screaming your favorite songs to one another, while getting over a brain freeze

-Satan

This one is kind of a given

A Barnes & Noble

Or a 2nd-N-Charles

He loves spending hours with you walking around the store and just 

Reading everything he can get his hands onto 

The amount of books he buys at each visit could definitely fund the store alone for a good few months 

Oh and you know that as soon as the two of you get home he'll want to have a day with you all to himself where you both read aloud to one another

You would stay up for hours on end that night, just trying to get a book read

I like to think that he'd start with the biggest one just so that he has to hear your voice for hours as you sit in-between his lap reading

And when it gets too late and you fall asleep, he'll close the book and tuck you in

[vinylfoxbooks]

June 10 - Achieve | @jegulus-microfic | wc: 940

Part 2 and Part 4

“Did James tell you?” Remus asks when Regulus walks out from between the bookshelves, folding up the box now that it’s empty, “That he’s going to be coming by with Harry today.”

Regulus shakes his head, “No, he didn’t.”

“Well, he is coming by.” Remus hums, “Lily wanted him to get some more books for her and Harry and since James has him, he’s bringing him around.”

“Thanks for the heads up, I guess.”

Remus shrugs, “I just wanted to warn you. I know that you’re nervous around children and you’ve been with James for a while. You’re meeting his son for the first time.” Regulus doesn't show the way that Remus’ words affect him, sending a cold pool of anxiety down in his stomach. Instead, he just hums disjointedly and nods. 

Just a couple minutes later, the bell above the door is ringing and when Regulus looks up briefly from where he’s checking out the current customer in front of him, he sees James walking in with a shorter, near carbon copy version of him. Harry. 

“Thank you so much,” The customer says when she pulls her card free from the machine and grabs her books from on top of the counter. She gives him one last cursory smile before walking out of the store, slipping past James and his son. As soon as she’s out, James lets go of Harry’s hand and immediately the young boy is rushing behind the counter where Remus is making himself a coffee. 

“Uncle Moony!” Harry cheers when Remus leans over to pick him up and set him on the counter. 

Remus presses a kiss to the boy’s head, “Hey Harry, how’re you today?”

While Remus and Harry start talking, James walks up to the counter that Regulus is at, leaning onto it and offering him a smile, “Hello, love. How’re you doing today?”

“I’m doing alright.” Regulus offers his boyfriend a soft smile in return, “Remus said that you needed books for Harry and Lily?”

James smiles, “Yeah, Lily likes to use me to buy books for her under the pretense of getting them for both her and Harry.”

“Remus does the same thing with Sirius.”

“Which is odd,” James hums, “Considering he works at the bookstore that he requires Sirius to get books from here and he just does it because he wants Sirius to carry the books for him so Remus doesn’t have to.”

“Don’t call me out like that.” Remus says, breaking his conversation with Harry for only a moment. 

Regulus huffs a laugh, “What books did you need to get for Lily?”

“I’ve got a whole list.” James laughs, pulling out a piece of paper from his pocket, “And the books for Haz are whatever books he finds interesting.”

“Which I can take care of.” Remus says, taking a sip of the coffee he just made, “God knows that I’ll have better taste in books than you will, James. You worry about getting things for Lils.” James nods his thanks and watches as Remus sets Harry down on the ground and they start walking towards where they keep the children’s books. Regulus then walks around the counter and takes up James’ arm, looking over the list in James’ hands. 

When he’s taken in the books that Lily wants James to buy, he laughs and starts guiding James towards the romance section, “You remember when I told you about that woman that came in with her husband and he got really upset at me?” James hums, making Regulus continue with his story, “Lily is reading almost the exact same books as she was getting.”

That makes James laugh, “Well, I’m not about to get after you for trying to flirt with my ex.” 

“I’d hope not.” Regulus smiles, reaching up to grab one of the books and handing it to James, “If you were dating me and got upset at me for helping you find books for your ex, I’d be pissed.”

“No,” James smiles, leaning towards his boyfriend to kiss his cheek, “You’ve definitely achieved a higher status than Lily. She can read as much spicy romance as she wants.” Regulus laughs and helps James get the other books on the list that Lily had given him. When they eventually make it back to the counter, Remus is standing at it and working on checking out the books that Harry had chosen -- about four, three smaller ones and one picture-filled chapter book. 

Regulus slips next to Remus and they both place the stacks of books in James’ arms down for Remus to continue checking out. While Remus is working, James pulls Harry into his arms, “Did you find some good books, Haz?”

Harry nods, “Moony found cool ones!”

“I’ll have to look at them when we get home.” He looks at Remus, “Thank you for getting him a chapter book, Lily was wanting me to get some.”

“No problem.” Remus shakes his head, “She told me about it when we were having lunch the other day so I knew what to look for.”

James nods then turns his attention back to his son, “Harry, this is Regulus.” He says, gesturing to his boyfriend, “Reg, this is Harry.”

“Hello, Harry.” Regulus says, tilting his head a bit as a hello, “How are you?”

“Good! You know daddy and uncle Moony?”

“I do.” Regulus smiles, “I work with uncle Moony.” 

“He’s uncle Padfoot’s brother too.” James supplies for him.

“Uncle?” 

Regulus hums, “I guess that would make me your uncle, wouldn’t it.” He casts his gaze towards James, before turning back to Harry, “You can call me Reggie.”

“Uncle Wedgie!”

[unpopularwriter25]

Pages of Affection

Summary: Y/N's obsession with books often leaves Hajime feeling ignored. Fed up, he decides to do something that will remind her of his love and presence.

Warnings: None

The room is softly lit by the afternoon sun streaming through the window, casting a warm golden hue on the walls. Stacks of books are neatly arranged on the shelves, and a cozy reading nook is set up by the window, complete with a fluffy blanket and a few cushions. The room has a soothing ambiance, filled with the faint scent of vanilla candles.

Y/N is nestled comfortably in the reading nook, completely engrossed in a thick, fantasy novel. Her eyes are glued to the pages, oblivious to the world around her. She turns a page, her brow furrowing in concentration as she gets lost in the intricate plot.

Downstairs, Hajime paces back and forth, his patience wearing thin. He’s been trying to get Y/N’s attention all day, but she’s been too absorbed in her book to notice him. Frustration bubbles up inside him, and he finally decides he’s had enough.

With determined steps, he makes his way upstairs to her bedroom. He opens the door quietly, taking a moment to observe her. There she is, just as he expected, lost in her book. A small smile tugs at his lips despite his annoyance; she looks so peaceful, so immersed in her own world.

But he wants her attention. He needs her attention.

Hajime approaches her silently, his eyes never leaving her face. He kneels down beside her, then slowly climbs onto the reading nook, positioning himself over her. Y/N doesn’t seem to notice; her eyes are still scanning the pages, her mind far away.

With gentle fingers, Hajime tilts her chin up, forcing her to look at him. Her eyes widen in surprise, and before she can say anything, he captures her lips in a heated, passionate kiss. The book slips from her hands, forgotten, as he deepens the kiss, his hands sliding around her waist to pull her closer.

Y/N’s heart races, her mind spinning from the sudden, intense kiss. She finally pulls back, breathless, her eyes meeting Hajime’s fiery gaze.

“Hajime, what are you—” she starts to say, but he cuts her off with another quick kiss.

“You’ve been ignoring me all day,” he murmurs against her lips. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, her voice soft and sincere. “I just got so caught up in the book…”

Hajime smirks, his eyes glinting with a mix of frustration and affection. “Well, now you’re going to get caught up in me.”

He leans in again, capturing her lips once more, his kiss demanding and possessive. Y/N can’t help but respond, her hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer. The world of her book fades away, replaced by the intense, consuming presence of Hajime.

As they finally break apart, both of them breathless, Hajime’s expression softens. He brushes a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek.

“Just… don’t forget about me, okay?” he says, his voice low and earnest.

Y/N smiles, her heart swelling with affection. “I won’t. I promise.”

Hajime grins, satisfied for now. He leans in for one more gentle kiss before finally sitting back, allowing her some space. But this time, Y/N doesn’t reach for her book. Instead, she wraps her arms around him, pulling him into a warm embrace.

[jiminsfirstlife]

how svt would react to u getting an abortion

tw// abortion, death, domestic violence

seungcheol

"you killed my baby...?"

is mad that u didn't tell him beforehand

always wanted to be a dad and u took that opportunity away from him

breaks up with you

jeonghan

"i mean... it's your choice i guess"

is supportive at first but whenever you get into an argument he will bring it up

"I'M toxic? WELL YOU'RE A MURDERER"

apologises afterwards, but he still brings it up the next time u fight

joshua

"dw babe i'm american... your body your choice"

is very supportive <3

is secretly relieved but would never admit it

jun

"baby you should've told me.. i would've gone to the clinic with u"

is very gentle with u for the next few weeks

will make ur food and help u bathe so u can relax and focus on regaining ur health <3

hoshi

"oh... baby i'm so sorry. we can try again"

thinks u had a miscarriage

wonwoo

"oh"

pauses his game while you talk about your abortion

"...is that all?"

returns to his game

woozi

"ah... can i use this for our new album?"

makes u write down the abortion process so he can "get in the mind of a woman" to make his song more "authentic"

minghao

"you were pregnant? i did notice that you gained weight..."

is insensitive at first but tries to be understanding

"it's fine. i actually just read a book about feminism. your body your choice"

mingyu

"huh? you... killed it?"

claims that abortion is murder

doesn't break up with you, but he gets scared whenever you raise your voice at him

"i'm scared you'll kill me next..."

dokyeom

"are you okay? do you feel sick? just take it easy, okay?

wants to have children someday but understands that u weren't ready

cries because "you've suffered so much..."

seungkwan

"i wondered why you've been acting like such a bitch"

doesn't care about the baby, but he uses it as a reason to argue

"you didn't think i deserved to know? that was my baby, too."

vernon

"oh. okay. cool"

wants to be an ally but actually comes across as insensitive

"i mean, it's just a bunch of cells, right?"

forgets to ask if you were okay

dino

"ah... i'm sorry for impregnating you. i'll be more careful in the future, okay?"

thinks it's his fault

is relieved though bc he's "too young to be a dad"

immediately goes to the store and comes back with condoms

"look at what i bought, y/n! 😄"

[chansbabygirlsstuff]

Just a Bet Chapter 15

You get home after a silent car ride, Trying to figure out where his stressed attitude came from 

"Thanks for taking me," you say trying to break the silence 

"Sure," he says as you take the things out of the bag and he helps you organize the food in the pantry and kitchen

"Just to put it out there, you cant bring boys over here" he looks serious 

"Of course, you think I'm a whore to do that in your house?" you say chuckling trying to put the ambiance a bit chiller and fun 

but he stays silent "Oh? You do?" you say offended "No that's not it, I'm just being serious about this topic" he still cold towards this topic 

"I understand" I nod and continue helping to sort the food out

after finishing everything he starts by saying "Thank you for the groceries today"

"Of course, thank you actually" You smile putting your hands together and nibbling your fingers as you get nervous about someone flattering you even though is a small thing

"do you have something to do?" he asks you 

"not really just relax before work, why?" you ask anxious to hear what he is going to say 

"Maybe we can eat ice cream and watch a movie?" he asks you as you nod in excitement getting the strawberry ice cream you rush getting 2 spoons and 2 cups to serve what is left of the ice cream 

While you were getting everything ready Chans got to the sofa and turned the TV on putting on one of his favorite animes  

you sit next to him handing him his ice cream, you get comfortable as you try to pay attention to what is playing on the TV.

"so what about you?" he asks you as you look confused at him 

"What about me?" you ask, "I just want to know you more," he says as you freak out inside 

"Like?" you shift  your body in his direction to keep the conversation going

"Like hobbies, food, music, or whatever you think is interesting about you" he rests his head on the couch's support 

The way he man spreads, his eyes roaming towards you, casually looking at your body from time to time and his head leaned back just licking the spoon that he used for his ice cream

As you take your eyes off his mouth to his eyes, when you look at him he smirks 

Danm... you were caught 

"umm... I like to paint in my free time... I usually read every chance I get and-"

"oh yeah those little books you didn't finish to tell me about"he cuts you off with a smirk on his face getting ready 

"is not what you think" You roll your eyes and shift yourself over to the TV getting annoyed at his teasing 

"mhm, I'm not really sure" his smirks get wider as he shifts more toward you as you pretend not to know he is looking at you avoiding the topic 

"you know this is a safe zone" he chuckles "I don't judge" he shrugs trying to hide his smile of how cringe he sounded 

"Pfffftt" You blurt as he joins in your laughter, you notice his little squeaks in his giggles 

"and what about it?" You exaggerate your hand movements while he keeps laughing at the situation "And what about it? " he copies you as you both continue laughing 

"no, but for real I just don't get the hype" he comments 

"well it means you've never been a bad bitch before" You pull a sassy  face towards him, and he grabs his stomach laughing 

"ok, now I understand why Seugmin is so sassy" he rolls his eyes looking back at you 

"take notes babe" You flip your hair and chuckle at your funny attitude

"not shy anymore are we?" he remarks on your sudden outburst from shy to your normal fun space, you smile feeling embarrassed 

"how about we ask each other questions?" you propose as  you are not sure what to talk about yourself

"ok then, I go first," he says "Do you play any instrument?"  you take a bite out of your ice cream and nod 

He looks surprised "Really? Which one?"

"I play the piano do you?" 

"yeah I play the drums and guitar"

"that's so cool" You nod your head acknowledging  his talent 

"Is it true that you and Hyunjin dated before?" he asks you 

"Woah, wasn't my turn to ask?"  

"no, you asked me if I play an instrument as well so it's my turn" You roll your eyes

"no, we never dated we are only friends, who tf said that?" you get intrigued by his sudden questions

"Nah, we just saw you guys talk sometimes and get comfy,  so that's what we thought but we can never trust hyunjin"

"mhm, now I don't know what to ask" you kept thinking to yourself what fun questions you could ask 

"I heard you talk shit about me with the girls the other day," he says out of the blue

"me?" you put your hand to your chest as you feel offended 

"yeah, you were eating the gossip about me and my ex-girlfriend in stats class" 

"Hey! I was listening not talking, those are different things you know" You try to defend yourself but the guilt on your face gives it away, you try to be sarcastic as you get caught 

"They didn't even tell you the right info, Danm if you finna gossip look for the right info"

"Now I'm curious, is it true you guys try to get back?" 

"Ha!, now look at you all over my business" he laughs as you get embarrassed at your teacup problem just waiting for it to be filled with tea 

"No, it didn't happen like that, I mean she tried to but it was just toxic" he leans his head back down 

"or maybe you're the toxic one" you mumble 

"what the fuck does that mean?" 

"I mean... I heard what people say about you yk"  he looks at you waiting for the details 

"Well they say you're a player so maybe she was just yk... protective" 

"yeah but I'm not like that in an official relationship, she was even checking my phone and shit like there was no trust from either of us"

"damn," you say trying to stop the conversation as you didn't want to talk about his ex-girlfriend  

"what about you?" he looks at you 

"what about me?" you take another bite of your ice cream getting nervous about this topic 

"had you had a boyfriend? or any sorta problem about that?" 

"no... I never really dated anyone before" You pretend to be busy with your ice cream to coat over your shyness, acting like it's a natural topic

"why though? you seem cute" he smiles as he looks at you but you get nervous and go back to your ice cream "Thank you" you mumble getting shy 

"but seriously, aren't you interested in something like that?"

"I don't know, I've been busy and no one seems to be interested in me anyway" Danm that was embarrassing 

"well maybe you never found the right person," he says and you only nod 

"Well if you ever need help with stuff like that you can ask for my help"

"Why do you think I'm bad at dating?" you tease him faking being mad but then giggle

"No I mean, from what I see you're very shy and friendly, you need to flirt with a dude to start something yk"

"well maybe I'm not a whore like you" you smirk at your evil remark

"ouch" he puts his hand on his chest pretending to be hurt

"but also be aware some men are shit" he sits up and moves closer to you 

"no shit," you say sarcastically

"for example, I do this"

he grabs your chin and pecks your lips, your eyes widen as he stares at you 

"What are you doing? you're supposed to slap me, you can't just let any dude kiss you like that" Your mouth opens a little as you are shocked "Did you hear me?" you close your mouth still trying to comprehend what happened

He giggles "Look at you all red" he continues laughing but he suddenly stops "Wait, don't tell me the other day was your first kiss?" but you stay silent being shy about the kiss that just happened

"Oh wow it was" he pretends to be shocked like he knows already but tries to find a way to fluster you more 

"No, it wasn't, I kissed someone before" You deny his accusation 

"Then why are you so red, and shy?" you blush more and put your hand up your cheek 

"Don't tell me you liked it?" he smirks a little as your eyes go in shock but the only thing that comes from your mouth is a little confused 'uh'

"Oh you did" he smirks "You can kiss me again if you want, I won't stop you" You can see his ego speak to you, but you don't move 

"it's ok baby, I can do it for you " He grabs your chin and kisses you deeply as you follow his movements, you lean deeper to him as he grips your waist and his other hand goes behind your back 

You put one hand on his neck and the other on his cheek, but he leans you on the couch for you to lie down while he still kisses your soft lips, your hands go around his neck and one onto his hair pulling lightly his hair as he sighs in pleasure, he gets between you thighs, grabbing you hip and rubbing from your thigh to your hip slowly, he separates his lips from yours and looks you in the eyes, your cheeks were hot you look at him waiting for his next move

Chans POV

As I'm kissing her I rub her hip and thigh trying to get her to relax, she is tense and her movements seem to be forced so I separate our lips and look at her, her actions tell me she wants more but her eyes seem nervous and unsure, so I'm not forcing her to do anything she doesn't want to, but she caresses my neck... a little makeup sesh won't hurt, right? 

My lips kiss her neck as her breaths get louder, I feel her pulse beating fast, I should stop myself soon before I can't control myself, she hooks her leg on my hip but then retracts it, that's where I understood she wasn't ready, so I stop kissing her and smile to her 

"not  bad you see?" 

her cheeks still red and she hides her face in her palms "Oh baby don't get shy, not after what you just did" I tease her not to make her feel bad as I know she is nervous. as I crawl back on top of her to take her hands off her face and caress her cheek. But we hear a ringing sound that starts vibrating on the couch 

she reaches behind the back to grab her phone which was the one making the noise

"Hello?" she looks at me but looks away... cute 

"Yes sir I will be there right away" She grabs her phone with both hands and hangs up. she puts her lips together and looks at me awkwardly 

"My boss needs me there 2 hours earlier" She gets up wiping her sweaty hands on her clothes 

"ok" I nod still having a small smile on my face "Go get ready I'll drop you off

she nods and fastly walks to her room to get dressed 

I rub my eyes feeling stressed about not being able to have her tonight but I guess patience is the key to success, I chuckle as my classic move of 'don't let boys do this to you' worked

I sigh and get up as I see her make her way up to me 

" you ready?" she nods

and we make our way towards the car

15 mins later 

The car ride was silent and she kept picking at her lips, she was still shy about our kiss but I tried to put her at ease 

"I hope you are not uncomfortable with me" I comment as she looks my way

"no, of course not, I just got nervous" She starts fidgeting with her shirt so I leave the topic alone so as not to make her embarrassed

"we're here," I say as I park 

"call me if you need anything," I tell her and she thanks me for the ride

she gets out of the car and I drive, still feeling turned on, It's gonna be a hell of a time with my hand tonight

but that's not enough, so I made the decision 

and drive to Marty's

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Tag list: @oddracha @Darthmaddie25 @Stayceebs97 @strayywayy @hyunnjiin

[bitethedevil]

Living with The Devil You Know (Raphael x Tav): Chapter 9

Chapter: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine

Read this fic on AO3 (Link)

Fic Summary: Tav broke their agreement by handing the Crown of Karsus to Mystra instead of Raphael. Not only that, but she also robbed his house and killed his incubus. Raphael is patient and he is determined to get his revenge.

…Tav isn't too bothered. She will figure something out eventually. Until then she just has to find a way to live peacefully with a devil.

Chapter Summary: Tav is restless. She tries to find Hope again and breaks into Raphael's vault. She unexpectedly runs into Cassius again who suspiciously forgives her for getting him into trouble.

AN: We are slowly but surely nearing the end. I think there might be about two chapters left, folks. Though I have also slowly started writing on a new project which is a Raphael x Demigod!Reader fic. If you are interested in reading that here’s a tumblr link to the first chapter and here is an AO3 link

Tav was trying to break into the vault. It was locked with magic and the damned thing would just not open. Just when she felt that she was close to making any progress with the lock, a debtor or servant would pass, and she would have to stop.

She was restless and Hope apparently did not feel like showing up. She needed to ask her about the archive, but she had not seen her since they met the day before. The thought that Raphael might have somehow found out and punished Hope for appearing did cross Tav’s mind, though no one had seen the two of them talking.

She was just getting paranoid, Tav told herself. She took a deep breath and paced around the house one more time. She still could not get to the vault for the servants that were walking back and forth near it.

She decided to take a break instead. She found a quiet and comfortable spot in the house and read a couple of chapters of the book Raphael had given her. It was her favorite: A Star in the Darkness by Bibella Aldath. It was an old tale and a classic:

It was the story of a moon-elf man that found himself captured by drow. The matriarch of the house that kept him captive fell in love with him, and him with her. The matriarch even began to respect her moon-elf lover, which was obviously looked down upon in drow society where men were seen as inferior.

It was not enough for her lover though. As a moon-elf, he hated isolation and longed for the nomadic life of his people on the surface. The matriarch knew this and because of her love to him, she one night left the door unlocked, so he could choose himself if he wanted to stay or to leave.

He left the drow matriarch and the Underdark behind to go back to his people. He travelled around with them as if nothing had happened, but he found that his existence was miserable without his drow lover. When he and his people one day returned to the place where he had first been taken, he made the decision to return to the Underdark for good, to reunite with his lost love.

When he found the palace where he had once been held captive, there was a new matriarch in charge. His lover had died of grief shortly after he had left. The ending of the book is intentionally written in a vague way. It is only said that ‘the new matriarch made sure that he never returned to the surface and that he would stay underground to be closer to his lost love’. The widely accepted interpretation of the ending is that he was killed and buried by the new matriarch.

Tav closed the book with a sigh. Though it was one of her favorite stories of all time, the whole narrative about kidnapping and captivity all hit a bit too close to home for the moment.

If only Raphael had been like the drow matriarch of the story and decided to just let her choose whether she wanted to stay or not. But alas, they were not star-crossed lovers, and nothing was ever easy when dealing with a devil.

She decided to take a little walk around the house. She would try the vault again and if that did not work, she would go to the archive to see if she could find any interesting books that did not contain subjects such as captivity, tragedy, or death.

The house had fallen quiet for once and she was granted privacy as she stood in front of the lock to the vault. She took the opportunity to try as many things as she could to get it to open. She tried spell, after spell, but to no avail.

She tried to peel the layers of magic apart to see what she was dealing with. It looked like it should be simple. She had dealt with magical locks before. Her own house was protected by powerful warding magic that worked much in the same way. She knew how such things worked, which only made it even more frustrating that all her spells failed.

She even tried the simplest solutions such as a Knock spell or to teleport to the other side. The latter method only managed to forcefully push her back, making her fall on her ass.

She was out of patience, and she was getting angry. She knocked on the door of the vault with her fists in frustration.

“Fucking bullshit Infernal magic,” she mumbled angrily to herself.

She gave the door a kick and she suddenly heard a loud ‘click’ coming from the lock. She stared dumbfounded at the door. Then she saw a red clawed hand enter her field of vision. It calmly pushed the door open for her.

“Quite the temper, dearest,” Raphael said.

She slowly turned her head and looked up at him. Now it made sense why the house was quiet. Raphael had returned home earlier than usual.

At a loss for ideas to how she should deal with getting caught, she gave him a bright innocent smile. He smiled back with slight amusement.

“Care to explain?” Raphael asked calmly.

She pulled the same card that she had pulled the other times she had gotten in trouble for going somewhere in the house.

“You said I had free roam of the house,” she said quietly. “I just wanted to see if I could get in there.”

“Mm,” Raphael hummed, still smiling at her. “Was there any particular reason, if I may ask?”

“Just…for enrichment, I suppose. Curiosity…” she said and shrugged. “I don’t use my powers much while I’m here so I thought it might be a challenge…”

Raphael’s smile widened. He did not believe a word she was saying but he held the door open for her.

“Please,” he said. “Sate that curiosity of yours.”

She walked into the vault. She looked around at all the gold and miscellaneous items around the room. The Orphic Hammer was not there, of course. She sighed quietly and left the vault.

“That was enlightening, thank you,” she said absent-mindedly and passed Raphael.

Now she could at least cross one place off her very short list of where the hammer could be. Her only lead left was underneath the archive. She had no idea how to even access it and Hope did not seem eager to show up again and help her.

Raphael was working in the archive for the majority of the day, so Tav went to the boudoir to give him some peace. She stayed in bed, reading a book she had found on a shelf in the boudoir.

At first, she had thought it was a book about ancient torture methods, but half-way through it she started wondering if it was actually pornography. It was downright vile and disgusting, but the author wrote in such a captivating way that it made it sound sort of fascinating.  

Raphael entered the boudoir sometime during the evening. Tav was sitting in the middle of the bed, completely lost in the book she was reading. Raphael had a book in his hand too. He used it to gently tap her thigh, gesturing for her to move over, which she did.

To her surprise, he did not lay down beside her. Instead, he laid across the bed, still fully clothed, and put his head in her lap. He gently pried the book she was reading from her hands, closed it and looked at the title of it. He raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

“Is this the sort of literature you read while I am away, mouse?” he said. “How naughty of you.”

“So it is pornography…” Tav said quietly, mostly to herself.

“Mm,” he affirmed with a smile.

He replaced the book she had been reading with the one he had brought and put it into her hands. He closed his eyes and made himself comfortable in her lap.

“Since you are feeling so restless these days, I thought you could make yourself useful, as well as contributing to the household, so to speak,” Raphael said. “If you would be so kind as to turn to page fifty-one and read aloud.”

She looked at the cover of the book: ‘Five Millenia of Hellish Architecture, Volume VI’. She felt like she wanted to fall asleep just by reading the cover.

“Are you planning to build a house or something?” Tav asked and sifted through the pages.

“It’s for a client of mine,” Raphael answered. “A long story. Read, dearest.”

When she had found the page, Raphael grabbed one of her hands and placed it on his head. Tav took the hint and started massaging his scalp, which made him make a contented groan.

Her eyes quickly scanned the page.

“Do you expect me to be able to pronounce all these Infernal names?” she asked.

“They are phonetically transcribed to common, are they not?” he said. “Try.”

She sighed and began reading:

“The first buildings in the Iron City of Dis were built by…A-Ake-noss the Builder?” she read.

A smile tugged on Raphael’s lips.

“Akmenos,” Raphael corrected with perfect Infernal pronunciation.

It was just a tiny bit attractive to hear him speak in Infernal, she had to admit, but it was also extremely annoying to be corrected by him. She resisted the urge to tug on his hair and kept reading.

“When…Ak-me-nos met his demise, his work was followed by that of his apprentice…” she sighed as she looked at the next name that looked like complete gibberish to her. “…Pe-le-an-mon?”

“Close,” Raphael said before correcting her again. “Pelaisanmon.”

She kept reading and when they were just five pages into the chapter Raphael had instructed her to read aloud, she was almost about to fall asleep. The book was such a dull read that she was certain the devils of the Hells must have used it for torturing souls at some point.

“Raphael...” she said to him.

He seemed like he was on the verge of falling asleep himself.

“Yes?” he mumbled from her lap.

“This is the worst…” she said.

“I’m aware,” he said. “Why do you think I tasked you to read it instead of doing so myself?”

“And they wrote six volumes of this? Who even takes the time to read this stuff?”

“Not six. Thirty,” Raphael said tiredly. “I have read all of them once before, though that was decades ago. My knowledge on the matter needed brushing up on.”

Raphael stretched his limbs with a groan.

“Continue,” he ordered.

Tav whined and then started reading again. After about ten pages, she could hear that his breathing had changed, and she detected snoring. She poked his cheek to wake him up.

“Raphael?” she said in a quiet voice. “Are you even listening?”  

He stirred and his breath hitched.

“Mm,” he affirmed.

“No, you weren’t. You were snoring…” Tav said and closed the book.

He opened his sleepy eyes and blinked before looking at her with a slight frown.

“I do not snore when I sleep,” Raphael grumbled.

“I can assure you, that you do,” Tav said.

“You must be hearing things,” he said stubbornly.

It amused Tav how defensive he was getting about it.

“Whatever,” she said. “I don’t mind it.”

“Besides, you are certainly one to talk,” Raphael said, sitting up in the bed and stretching his limbs again. “With the way that you sound when I leave in the mornings. That is not to mention the moaning…”

“The what?” Tav asked.

“The moaning,” Raphael repeated and grinned. “The first couple of nights I thought you were having some interesting dreams, but you kept on doing it every night. I figured it was just an odd little quirk of yours.”

She narrowed her eyes at him.

“You’re just messing with me…” she said.

Raphael chuckled and leaned over the bed to be face to face with her.

“I’m not,” he said. “Though I do not mind either. It’s rather endearing.”

He gave her a quick kiss before undressing to get ready for bed.

It was annoying how they both had to act like they were a couple and that everything was oh-so-normal as a part of their new little game. It was exhausting to her.

There was nothing normal about the two of them or their situation, and Tav had to constantly remind herself that this was a man that she wanted to strangle in his sleep.

She undressed and got back into bed. When Raphael joined her, he wrapped his arms around her. His nose was in her hair as always, taking in her scent. He planted a kiss on the top of her head before they both drifted off to sleep.  

The next day, Tav made it her goal to find Hope. Though it was difficult, because she could not simply just call out for her without any of the servants or debtors noticing.

Tav walked around like a madwoman, saying her name over and over again, but it seemed that Hope was still not keen on showing up and helping her out for whatever reason.

She tried the boudoir, the archive, the Chamber of Egress, the place near Hope’s cell, but with no luck. Tav groaned in frustration. She needed to know how to get into the space under the archive and it is not like she could just ask any of the servants or Raphael himself.

She paced around the house for another couple of rounds, just to get some movement and at the slim chance that Hope would suddenly decide to show up.

She did not run into Hope, but she ran into someone else: Cassius.

They had not seen each other since the day where Tav had sent a sending spell and he had attacked her. Raphael punished him severely, though Tav tried to talk him out of it. Ever since that day, Cassius had not been allowed near her.

They both just stared at each other for a moment. Tav broke the silence.

“I’m...sorry…” she said. “For what happened. I tried to avoid it. What you did to me wasn’t…ideal…but no one deserves what I heard happen to you. I’m really sorry. I was trying to save my own ass, and maybe I should have just owned up to what I did.”

Cassius looked at her with an unreadable expression. He was quiet for a moment before speaking.

“I forgive you…but please…” he said with slight pleading in his eyes. “Don’t tell him I’ve been here. I just needed to retrieve some of my things, and I thought I could sneak in and out without running into you.”

He seemed so human all of a sudden. There was no trace of that smugness that usually was so apparent on his face. She felt bad for him.

“Of course,” she said and nodded. “I won’t say anything…”

Cassius nodded.

“Good…thank you.”

They went their separate ways and Tav continued her search for Hope.

Shadowheart and Astarion waited for Gale who had called them to yet another meeting about Tav’s situation. Gale was late, which was unlike him. Astarion sighed dramatically and looked at Shadowheart.

“This is where he wanted us to meet, isn’t it?” he asked. “What is taking him so long?”

Shadowheart shrugged and a moment after, Gale entered. He looked uncharacteristically elated compared to how he had been moping the last couple of times they had seen him.

“I have met someone,” Gale said with a smile.

“We are very happy for you, Gale,” Shadowheart joked. Astarion snorted.

Gale ignored the joked and kept on explaining.

“Someone who can help us get Tav out,” he explained further. “They know where Raphael keeps the hammer and they know his schedule, so we can enter and leave without even getting caught. You have to listen to this.”

Astarion and Shadowheart looked skeptical. Gale opened the door and let someone in. A young tiefling man that smiled politely to them when he entered. Gale introduced him.

“This is Cassius,” he said. “He is one of Raphael’s warlocks.”

They both looked at Gale as if he had finally lost his marbles. Astarion gave Cassius a forced tight-lipped smile and Shadowheart was about to protest, but Cassius interrupted her with a hand gesture.

“I know,” Cassius said. “It all seems very suspicious. I promise you that I am not here under Raphael’s orders.”

“Oh, you promise that? How reassuring,” Shadowheart said. “I need a bit more than that to feel convinced. Gale, what is this?”

“He is being honest,” Gale said. “I was skeptical as well, which is why I asked to use an Elixir of Truth on him. He complied and he is not lying. This is not a part of Raphael’s plot.”

“Do you still have a pact with Raphael?” Shadowheart asked Cassius.

“I do,” he answered.

“Why would you actively work against your patron like that if you are still in a pact with him?” Shadowheart asked.

“Oh, I can’t talk about my pact, unfortunately,” Cassius answered.

“Oh, doesn’t that sound familiar?” Astarion mumbled.

“All I can say is that I have good reason to do this,” Cassius said. He rolled up his sleeves and pulled up his shirt.

They all collectively winced as they saw the scars covering his arms, stomach, and back.

“He did this to me,” Cassius said. “I just want a chance at getting back at him, that’s all…”

“How touching,” Astarion said rather coldly and looked at Gale with a smile. “A word, please. Without our new friend.”

“Yes please,” Shadowheart agreed.

Gale nodded and ushered Cassius outside to talk in private with the other two.

“Don’t tell me you are seriously considering this…” Shadowheart said.

“Why not?” Gale asked. “This is the best chance we have. He drank the Elixir I gave him. He is not lying.”

“Gale,” Shadowheart said. “Did Tav not say, in a variety of ways, not to fall for Raphael’s tricks? Raphael isn’t stupid. This is exactly the sort of stuff he would do to lull us into a false sense of security.”

“You are right,” Gale said. “Raphael is not a stupid man. I have a hard time believing that he would send his own warlock of all people to convince us to visit him, and for him to approach us so candidly. It’s too…lazy. It lacks the dramatics we know him for. I have a good feeling about this...”

They discussed heatedly behind closed doors for several minutes before letting Cassius back inside.

“We are doing it,” Gale informed Cassius.

Neither Shadowheart nor Astarion seemed overly convinced but they did not protest.

Cassius nodded and smiled.

“Thank you for trusting me,” Cassius said. “I will do everything in my power for you to get your dear Tav back in one piece…”

Cassius’s smile widened.

[nanamin-nah-nanamine]

hi!! i saw you were doing matchups! (i really love your work btw❤️)

a little about me:

- 5’4, she/her, Black, im pretty small, no ass no tiddies (okay a little tiddy but. theyre small.) just vibes LOL

- personality wise, i’m very quiet, more of a listener, unless you get me talking about something im super interested in. im a bit of a space cadet, pretty forgetful & distractable but I try my best to pay attention, and I write down important things about people I care about to help me remember things. i’ve been told I have a bit of a RBF, but I become very bubbly once i’m comfy with someone. also I love to laugh, once i’m comfy I tend to make a lot of jokes with people.

- hobbies: crochet, cooking, gaming (I love a good visual novel or an RPG, depends on my mood), & reading books & comics/manga

- im a programmer for work, so im very into coding/tech

- style: I have to “dress up” for work, so during the day im in pretty basic office attire, a blouse + skirt combo or some nice pants, maybe a dress if its nice out. I love gimmicky/cute accessories, so I have lots of earrings shaped like frogs, vegetables, butterflies, etc, I love me some cutsey stuff. but my preferred state of being is pretty casual/comfy, usually a crop top or a hoodie + sweatpants/baggy jeans.

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

You sound absolutely adorable

I am going purely based on vibes 🔮 buttttt I think you would look absolutely cute with🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

Suguru Geto!!

I feel like since Sugu is also quiet and a good listener you two would work really well together. I really think he prefers a bubbly and cute partner and he wouldn’t mind guiding you and reminding you of things bc bro you’re his baby girl😭

I think he’s one of the characters that also prefers someone shorter than him and he’d find your height difference and overall physical differences to be adorable. He’s definitely picking you up and slinging you over his shoulder if you catch an attitude with him.

I don’t know why but I’m really thinking cult era Suguru😭 if he calls you a monkey you better pop his ass tho🤨 cause we don’t play that around here

I’m thinking cult era particularly since he’s making a lot of money and he’d definitely want to fund your hobbies and need for cute things. His card is your card. I could also see him getting you a lot of custom kimonos because you gotta match his fly bbg😭

He’s buying you the nicest computer on the market for your coding and gaming. No you can not refuse, he will make you take it.

His casual style is also very comfortable as we’ve seen in the manga/anime so when he’s not before his followers I think you two would have a lot of matching sweatsuits and pajamas inside the house.

Activites you do together…

•I’m seeing a lot of parallel play, after a long day of killing people he just wants to curl up in bed with you while you two read🥰

•he’s taking you anywhere you want to go on rainbow dragon. You just gotta say the word, you could be in Paris for your lunch break and back at the office with ten minutes to spare😭

•shopping!!! This man is completely at your service, you just gotta take his card while he holds your bags.

[bubble-love]

My Alter Ego(s) and How They Help Me

An alter ego can be described as a separate self, sort of like how a superhero has their hero persona and their everyday persona.

A way that this can be helpful in everyday life is by creating a fictional, aspired version (or versions) of yourself to help you complete tasks, glow up, or even relax.

When I first heard of this tactic, I was intrigued and tried it for myself, and found out that it’s actually effective, so I wanted to share about my alter egos and how they help me.

Alter Ego #1: Cate

“Cate” is the person I personify when I’m doing things at home. This includes self care, reading, writing, journaling, and anything else productive that I do when I’m done with work for the day.

Before I began my Henry of self improvement, I would spend my evenings lying around and looking at my phone, which is fine in moderation but I don’t want to be glued to a device all the time.

Now, when I get home, the first ring I ask myself is, “What would Cate do right now?” Then, I act on the first thing that comes to mind, which is usually changing out of my work clothes and doing my skincare routine. I then try to do something gentle yet productive, like reading a book, journaling, or even watching a comfort movie or starting a new tv series.

I tend to get fixated on work to the point I get burnt out (which in turn causes me to doom scroll) so having Cate there for me to reference really helps!

Alter Ego #2: Lilith

I call Lilith “Lily” because I love nicknames haha.

I usually think of Lilith when I’m tired but can’t take a break yet. She helps me think of little pep talks to give myself like “You can do this, just a couple more minutes and then you can take a break” or “Good job staying on track! You’ll definitely be able to reach your goals with how disciplined you’re being!” Things like that.

Basically I use her as the “three, two, one” method while I’m working to keep myself motivated.

Conclusion:

Overall, I find using an alter ego (or multiple) can be very helpful when trying to discover your true self.

Do you have an alter ego? How do they help you? What is their name and purpose? Please let me know. I’m super interested to hear about everyone’s experiences with this method of productivity and self improvement.

Take care!

[l3viat8an]

Hi Ro!

It's the puzzle anon again (I'll start using 🧩 me thinks)

I just wanted to see your take on an mc with braces, how would all the dateables + Luke react to them?

I feel like Solomon wouldn't have much of a reaction since he's human and probably knows what braces are and what they do

-🧩

Hiii ‘n welcome back 🧩 this is just my opinion tho so I wouldn’t take it seriously jskslolsjj

Lucifer is a little curious and he keep glancing at you trying to see you braces- Like he knows about braces and how some humans have them, but he doesn’t necessarily understand why humans ‘wear’ them. At first he’s too proud to ask you tho so he looks it up in a book. That way he can still act like mr. know-it-all lolol

Mammon knows a bit about braces!! He hangs out in the human world all the time and lots of people have them. although at first he totally thought they were just some new weird kind of human jewelry. He thinks they’re really cool lookin’. He’ll ask why you have them. and he asks if you can get them in gold or not- Randomly tells you they make you look badass. I told you he thinks they’re cool hsjshs

Levi can’t stop staring. He honestly thought they were just a thing in anime. But he’s so fascinated by the fact you really have them, he asks if he can see yours….well actually he asks you to smile because that sounded less creepy in his mind- but he’s just curious I promise!!! and it took him weeks just to ask for that- plz give him a break…

Satan’s read about braces in one of his newer books about human and he has questions about them, he asks if it’s true you can’t eat certain things or not. He also asks if they hurt or not because the books weren’t really clear on that. He thinks they’re really interesting honestly and they’re functional! it’s truly amazing what humans come up with. 

Asmo might’ve thought they were some kind of jewelry at first- kinda like those ‘tooth jems’ you can glue on. you’ll have to correct him and explain a bit. after that he asks if you have to do anything special to care for your teeth / braces or not. This could be important to add to your nightly routine later on! He’s very genuine and trying to learn, plus he shows you what tooth jems are so you know he wasn’t being rude jskaja

Beel- I can’t decide if he would know about braces already or not. But he does a double take the first time he sees yours, he’s super curious about them too. It has to do with eating Beel wants to know more-

Belphie knows about all kinds of human things and braces are probably one of them lolol so he doesn’t have many questions or anything. He just wants to see yours for himself, because he can ask to see them up close and again humans and their inventions are absolutely fascinating. If you have colored braces he asks why you picked color instead of the standard ones.

Barbatos seems to knows about everything- he probably knows about braces and how they’re completely normal, so he’ll be pretty normal about them and ask how long you’ve had yours. If you have a sweet tooth he’ll remind you to avoid sticky / hard sweets and recommend some soft alternatives that won’t mess with your braces. 

Diavolo is absolutely fascinated!!- He knows about braces and their function ofc! but he’s never actually seen a human that has them in person yk- somehow he asks a million and five questions about them all at once. he’s wants to know all about them and how they help your teeth. Plz plz explain to him in great detail how they work and why you have them, he’ll be hanging on your every word jsksjsk 

Luke is going to ask why you have ‘weird bars’ on your teeth- after you explain he has even more questions like; how you brush your teeth with the braces in the way and stuff like that. Luke’s also very worried about the fact you can’t just eat gummies. Or if you have the colored braces Luke is asking how he can get his own because they look really cool!!

I can’t decide if Simeon would know about braces or not. He knows about very random things so he might- but if he doesn’t he’s also going to ask a million and five questions about the ‘weird bars’ on your teeth.

Solomon knows they’re perfectly normal!!- like the only thing he’s going to do is ask how long you’ve had them / have to keep them.

Although it’s also possible demons have braces in the Devildom. I mean they have dentists so it would make sense. their braces are just completely different then what humans have- like braces are usually something only younger demons have to help their fangs teeth grow in properly. But that’s just another silly thought!-

[konfizry]

Barring a few exceptions, all of Rinwell's books show the same two pages when she opens them. One such exception is Oblivion Ring, which if you look closely, you might notice has the two pages, but upside down. Below is a closeup on it with heightened contrast for your convenience. Feel free to compare it to the other books at you leisure. (notice the winged seal at the bottom of the right-hand page? you'll find it at the top of the left-hand pages of the other books, with the larger wings pointing up instead of down)

Interestingly enough, the details of Oblivion Ring featured in the art book show its pages depicted the same as the other books, suggesting that this might be an actual error where the texture for this one book got flipped in mysterious circumstances. (either that or Rinwell is holding it upside down, not that I would blame her given how all over the place Oblivion Ring is)

Oblivion Ring in the bottom right corner, along with the textures from a couple other books for comparison, as shown in the artbook. Now for the books that actually display something different. There's 3 sets of 2, corresponding to the six books that can be obtained via beating challenges that were included in the free Special Training Grounds DLC.

First are the Avian Tomes A and B, meant to accompany Rinwell's Demonic Stole costumes (not pictured), with the vertical text and stylized owls and trees.

Then you have Waterproof Notebooks A and B which go great with her Rapscallion Swimsuits (not pictured) and give off a cutesy bullet journal vibe once opened.

Finally, Birds of Dahna Handbook A and Creatures of Dahna B that harmonize perfectly with Rinwell's Owl Uniforms (pictured: Owl Unifor B with Pigtail Beret C (does not include a beret)). Blocks of text along with an illustration of either a bird or a rappig can be seen, as well as a map that takes up most of the left-hand page and (assumedly) informs the reader about the distribution of Dahnan animals. The map itself corresponds to Dahna's western continent, as seen in the beginning intro of the game. Compare:

One last thing of interest (to me) is that it seems most of the books are meant to be read from left to right, but there are a couple exceptions:

(graphic design is my passion) Indeed, when viewed open and from the back, the vast majority of her books have what seems to be the front cover on the right, meaning the spine would be on the left if one were to look at them closed, with the front cover on top. The only two books I could find that had the front cover on the left when viewed from the back were Birds of Dahna Handbook and Creatures of Dahna. This configuration seems to imply that the "modern AU" (so to speak) books read from right to left. Finally, there seems to be three books with perfectly symmetrical covers: Secret of the Stars, Artes of the Cosmos (not picutred; is a palette swap of Secret of the Stars) and Book of Owl Wisdom. Interestingly enough, Secret of the Stars and Book of Owl wisdom are respectively implied and stated to be heirlooms of Rinwell's mage clan, in their description. The symmetrical look may thus be intentional, leaving the question of whether Rinwell's clan read from left to right or right to left unanswered on purpose, for extra mystery. NB: 1. You could argue that Oblivion Ring's cover is ambiguous as well, but if you look real hard, I think you'll find that that the right part has more going on than the left part, so I think it belongs in left-to-right like the others. 2. Not all of Rinwell's books are included on the pictures of this post but I think I got a sample that was representative enough. (i know, i know, Records of the Fallen should have been in there, it has black pages with white ink, it looks so cool yadi yadi yada well if you really wanna see it just open your own Tales of Arise go look at it im not stopping you) 3. There is no Birds of Dahna Handbook B, just like there is not Creatures of Dahna A. A and B make sense with the other sets since they're books with identical titles, but since these two have different titles, they should hace ditched the A and B to avoid any confusion, idk what happened here.

[steelycunt]

a paperback book isnt alive until you break its spine btw like a long slumbering animal being carefully roused it actually needs you to do that like when you click your knuckles. for your paperback book the breaking of its spine is like the first stretch against your pillow in the morning

[otaku553]

My brother recently got into Demon Slayer so I wanted to make a kny oc for him since I did it before with both me and my sister and never got around to my brother :)

But I started by refreshing my own design because wow?? It’s been 4 years since I first made my kny insert character and a lot of things are now outdated! Not to mention my art has improved a lot, I hope. More details under the cut!

Meet Ebisu Koharu: youngest of the Ebisu family and physically the weakest. They only barely passed Final Selection by hiding for the entire week and surviving off tips from their older siblings. Nonetheless, they still want to contribute, which is why they hold onto a thick, leather bound book that records every demon they’ve ever met in precise detail, with labeled diagrams and scribbled calculations in the margins of different strengths and weaknesses.

After spending a few years on the job, and properly seeing their data contribute to the successes of other demon slayers, they’ve come a bit more into their own as a competent researcher and fighter, though they still do tend to request paired missions with friends and family to act more as a support role rather than a fighter.

The Ebisu family is one of scholars. The eldest daughter Kaoru is a doctor, and the eldest son Shougen is a chemist. By nature, fighting is not necessarily their strong suit, which is why their family breathing style and techniques are all poison-assisted. Of the three, Koharu is the weakest and most averse to combat— they wield a short half-length blade, with more of a smooth ceremonial hilt and sheath than any practical weapon.

[writingmoth]

isnt it kinda bonkers that there no rules to writing. you can do whatever you want and its fine??