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Tony Touya Hawk Pro-Skater (Bonus Bit)
"I don't think I'm supposed to be standing this way," Izuku mused while staring at his wobbling feet. The skateboard underneath him wiggled by centimeters as he maintained his balance. Touya hummed in thought, scrolling back through the online video he'd pulled up just that morning.
The redhead let the video play without audio for a minute as Izuku bit his lip, subtly trying to adjust without letting the skateboard slip out from underneath him. Again. At least his elbows weren't scraped up too badly.
He could balance on the edges of high-rise buildings and pull graceful maneuvers on his rocket skates, but he can't stand still on a skateboard? Unfair. Perhaps he was too used to moving his body forward and not sideways?
"Try moving your left foot closer to the end," Touya advised after careful consideration.
"Alriiiiight," Izuku slowly said as he shifted. The tiny wobbles lessened.
"Okay, good!" Touya encouraged. He'd done much better on standing and moving slowly on the skateboard than Izuku, having gone first in the attempt. They were both outside the apartment complex on the smooth concrete before the sidewalk, where they wouldn't risk bumping into anyone.
"Now, brace with your front foot and push off the ground with your back. And bring it up to the position you're in now so you coast."
Izuku poked his tongue out in concentration as he followed the other's instructions. Touya made this part effortless, for how slowly he had rolled away in the end. The green-haired boy decided not to overthink it and pushed off. The skateboard moved across the concrete, Izuku keeping his knees low for his center of balance.
"Hell yeah!" Touya cheered, just as Izuku had whooped in glee when the younger boy got it first try.
Izuku tried recalling how to stop. He put his back foot down once more, trusting his leg muscles to keep him from moving.
Except the board didn't fully stop, throwing off his balance and he ended up stumbling away from the skateboard.
"Okay, not bad. We have the movement down!" Izuku said happily. He'd need to probably focus more on starting and stopping, but it wasn't scary actually moving on the board. Touya grinned in response.
"We can do turning next?"
Izuku glanced behind him at the growing crowds of people just walking through the area, stopping at the cafe, or heading to the beach. Maybe they shouldn't have done this on a weekend.
"Maybe we can do that when we have more space to actually move."
Touya walked up to Izuku, snickering, and reached down to pick up the skateboard. "True. Knowing our luck, we'll knock over someone and cause a concussion."
"You mean get a concussion or give one?"
"Probably both."
Izuku snorted. "You have a point. Okay, do you want to keep practicing getting on and off?"
"We can," Touya said, pulling out his phone again. "But there's also something I wanna try. Do you know that really popular American skateboarder decades ago?"
Izuku shook his head.
"Tenko has one of his video games, I think, I don't think we've played it much. But this Tony Hawk dude also made a whole bunch of tutorials on how to do tricks."
Izuku leaned over to peer at Touya's phone and whistled in surprise at the sheer amount of videos. Though there were plenty of thumbnails of a guy on a skateboard in midair and just...no. Baby steps. He told Touya this with a mock-frown, earning another bout of laughter in response.
"I'm not suggesting we start using ramps or something, but look, here, there are some stationary tricks. I wanna try a kickflip. Watch, see what he does?"
And yes, okay, with the instructions and the older blonde man in the video patiently explaining everything, a kickflip seemed like something Touya could do, even as a first-timer.
"Sure, go for it!" Izuku encouraged.
Touya grinned in response and dropped the skateboard down, eager.
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Needless to say, Touya's twisted ankle didn't take long to heal but the stung pride from his friends' and soulmate's laughter hurt worse. Izuku couldn't escape the teasing either since besides the scrapes he got catching himself when falling off the board, he'd gotten knicked by the pieces of glass from the broken window they shattered near the apartment when the skateboard went flying.
They immediately called in for repairs and avoided the ensuing commotion of witnesses.
They decided to work more on the basics, perhaps on a less busy day. But they'd be skateboard pros in no time.
For now, Touya and Izuku just curled up and cracked open Tenko's old copy of Tony Hawk Pro Skater 9.
#btwmah#btw(mah)#my fic#bonus bits#midoriya izuku#wasureta izuku#todoroki touya#wasureta touya#actually i don't remember if i gave him the wasureta name#he prob has it for paperwork#btwmah universe#reference from chapter 21#no spoilers#kind of#sibling bonding
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already living in the au where riz is senior class president bc i know it's never becoming canon
#is that a liveblog i see?#riz gukgak#ever since sklonda said that shit the back of my mind has been like: 👁️#and then in this latest ep with 'theres no grounds!!' in the next ep preview#not that kristen wld be a bad president! she infact wld probs be a good one#for all the normal reasons. with all the due respect and etc what do hs class presidents do#in my experience they like. kinda help run social events#like besides being acting principal in case of 3 emergencies in a row? they kinda just do jackshit#((sorry i have a complex from hs abt none of the clubs/organizations never actually doing anything lol))#so like#in a normal sense kristen is great for that#but also sklonda my beloved my dear my adored#*cups sklonda outburst in my hands*#'i dont like the way your friends treat you!'#'i think my son would make a *great* class president.'#shes swaying me she's swaying me so good u guys#riz would not do what *i* think an average hs president wld do#but he would comb through the paperwork#and try to make the system usable and accessible#and run on something more than 3 threads a dream and the magic of chronomancy alone#sorry but that is so enticing to me. and nobody else i know#but to me? god that sounds so good i will live in that world for a moment or a few
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the greek gods exist in the DCU, but there is a startling lack of fanfics that contain a demigod kid struggling with the fact that one of their parents is an actual fucking god.
Bonus points if the god stuck around to raise the kid. I don’t want some PJO abandonment issues, I want Hermes complaining about email. Or Hades, Persephone and the mortal in this fun poly relationship where Hades is the only sane one.
#i need this#Hades would spoil them rotten#the kid has a pet ghost dinosaur#Persephone taught them which plants to make into tea to poison their enemies with#The mortal parent is a villain#probs an eco-terrorist#or they steal stolen artifacts to return to tombs#if they were a murderer Hades would ask them to please stop if only so he got less paperwork#considering the gods can take whatever form the kid's mortal parent could be literally any man or woman#give me Brucie Wayne fucked Hades and didn't know the god got pregante until ten years later so he has a custody battle with a god#Gotham gets a seasonal hero in Summer and Spring
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pretty boy
pairing: spencer reid x reader
summary: spencer walks in one day with a new look. you handle it pretty well.
a/n: im in the opposite of a writing slump right now (will prob fall into a writing slump right after i say this) probably because im procrastinating on essays for school and i can only write when im meant to be doing work. but tiny little fluffy spencer one shots are very good for the soul right now. i think it's my way of healing from my hotch fic
wc: 1.8k
warning(s): one slightly sexual joke from emily. all fluff
You usually don’t get to the office this early, but you don’t exactly have a choice. The BAU’s last couple cases have all run one after another, barely leaving you any time in the office, and now you’re paying for it.
You’ve got a mountain of paperwork to get through and not nearly enough time to do it all—if you’re lucky, you’ll be writing reports for a few days straight. If you’re not, you’ll be putting in some overtime.
“This is the most focused I’ve ever seen you this early,” Derek comments.
You shake your head with a sigh. “These reports are government mandated torture.”
He chuckles, and he nods at Emily as she walks over to her desk. “Are you this busy?”
She shakes her head. “I’ve still got a report to get through, but nothing that bad.”
“I get it,” you say wryly. “You’re all more organized than me. Just don’t come to me asking to go out tonight—you know I can’t say no.”
“But don’t shots taste better when you’re supposed to be doing work?” Derek asks, and you roll your eyes with a laugh.
“Not when I’ve got this much work I’m supposed to be doing.”
You hear the elevator ding and glance up—Spencer’s walking through and fixing his tie. You look back down at your report as you greet him.
“Hey, Spence,” you call. “Why’re you late?”
“I’m not late,” he says, and you can see him checking his watch out of your peripherals. “I’m two minutes and thirty-three seconds early.”
“Really?” you muse. “I guess I’m just so used to you being here before me.”
“You can’t judge my timeliness on yours when you’ve been here for an hour already,” Spencer says.
You frown, tapping your pen against the paper. “How do you know?”
“You’re settled in already. Your coat’s on your chair, your stack of unfinished files is smaller than it was last time we were in the office, your coffee isn’t steaming, and your mug has a chipped handle—when they were put away last night, that one was set in the front, so you’d have to be here early to get it.”
“Touche,” you murmur. You’re not sure why you ever ask your team of profilers how they know something.
“You also look like you don’t want to be here,” he comments. “That’s pretty typical of agents who have to be here before their regular hours.”
You chuckle and tilt your head in admission. You don’t really want to be here, especially running on so few hours of sleep.
“Why aren’t you as early as usual?” Emily asks.
“My neighbor knocked on my door this morning to ask me for something,” Spencer says. “It threw off my whole routine. I picked the wrong tie, I couldn’t pack my bag properly, and I had to toast my bagel for two minutes instead of three and a half to make it out in time.”
“How terrible,” Derek says with mock austerity.
“It is terrible!” he exclaims. “It’s scientifically proven that a morning routine makes you happier, more energized, and ready to seize the day—carpe diem.” Spencer sets his bag on the floor next to his desk and looks at everyone else with a smile. “Did you know that phrase was actually coined by the Roman poet Horace in his Odes? It comes from the first book out of four in the eleventh poem—the full phrase in Latin is carpe diem, quam mini—”
“How was your bagel?” Emily asks to interrupt him, and he pauses.
“It was good,” he says. “Could’ve been toastier.”
You look up, a teasing remark on the edge of your tongue, but the words die in your throat when you actually see him.
Spencer’s started combing a hand through his hair to fix it—must have been another part of his affected morning routine—his lips set in a pout as he tries to see his reflection in his dark monitor. He always looks good, even without trying, but now—
“You’re wearing glasses,” you say dumbly.
“My contacts dried out,” he grumbles, still focused on his hair. “We got home so late last night I forgot to put them in their solution, and I had no time to fix them because my neighbor messed up my whole morning.”
You nod, still unable to tear your eyes away from him. “Are you gonna keep wearing them?”
“I don’t know. Contacts are better for cases because I’m not worried about them falling off or fogging up, but I usually sleep on the jet on the way back, and sleeping with contacts in isn’t good.” He smiles a bit as he fully turns to you, seemingly satisfied with his hair. “It reduces the amount of oxygen that gets to your cornea, which damages the cornea’s surface and makes it harder to regenerate new cells. Sleeping with contacts actually makes you six to eight times more likely to get an eye infection.”
You nod again, your brain still not quite working at full power. You always love listening to Spencer’s fact dumps—it gives you a lot of material to impress your non-BAU friends with on the side, and you’re eternally thankful for that—but right now, you seriously cannot focus.
You’d never really thought about him in glasses, but that’s probably a good thing if this is how it makes you feel.
You were valedictorian as an undergrad, and you received stellar feedback from your professors during your masters program. You’re an excellent profiler, a valued member of the BAU, and you’re a goddamn FBI agent.
And yet you can’t find a single thought in your head because your coworker showed up to work wearing glasses.
He’s still rambling about other common causes of eye infection and how nobody seems to take them as seriously as they should, when Derek, not even trying to hide his grin at your turmoil, speaks up.
“Reid. Wanna cool it a bit?”
Spencer’s eyes dart over to him for a moment before he stops. “Uh— sorry.” He frowns as he looks back at you. “Why do you ask? Do you not like them?”
“No,” you blurt out, and you shake your head a multitude of times. “No. They look great. You look great. They’re—” You dig your nails hard into your palm as you try your hardest to smile like normal, and this time you nod. “They’re good, Spence.”
“Thanks.” Spencer does that little smile-nod combo of his, and he pushes his glasses back into place with his thumb by the bottom of the frames. “That’s nice to know I’ve got another option.”
You thank whatever god may be out there that Hotch and Penelope are busy in their offices and JJ is busy with some other case, because you think you would die if anyone else saw you like this.
“Hey, Reid,” Emily says, also not doing a very good job of hiding her amusement. You hate your team sometimes. “They’re almost out of sugar in the breakroom. If you want coffee the way you like it this morning, you should probably get in there.”
“What?” Spencer shoots up, his brows already furrowing into a frown. “That— that’s ridiculous. I can’t mess up my morning any more.”
“You’d better get in there, then,” she remarks.
“We’re an entire office of agents running on coffee,” Spencer complains as he starts walking. “How are we almost out of sugar?”
“Because half of ‘em drink it black,” Derek says, and Spencer shakes his head with a sigh as he leaves.
“That’s ridiculous.”
You bury your head in your hands the moment he’s gone and Derek laughs. “I wish I could’ve gotten that on video.”
“Don’t talk to me,” you groan. “It is not fair of him to walk in like that.”
“And that is why I call him pretty boy.”
“He needs them to see,” Emily says with amusement as she leans against the side of your desk. “You just can’t control yourself.”
“I need to transfer offices,” you say, shaking your head. “I can’t do this.”
“You should ask him out!” Derek encourages. “He’d probably say yes.”
“Absolutely not,” you insist. “I doubt he likes me like that. A— and even if he does, that’s the last thing either of us need right now.”
“I don’t know,” Emily muses. “It looks like you clearly need something.”
You let out a frustrated noise as you screw your eyes shut. “I’m doomed.”
You hear Spencer say your name, and when you look over at him, one hand still pressed against your head, you see he’s got two cups of coffee in his hands. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” you say weakly. “I’m great. Why?”
“I got you one too,” he says, holding one of the mugs out to you. “The one you have is probably cold by now, and it looks like you need an extra kick to get through all those reports.”
“Thanks, Spence. That’s sweet.” He nods as you take the proffered mug, and you swear your cheeks are as warm as the coffee. He is really testing your strength today.
“You— you have a lot,” he says, and you huff a dry laugh and nod. “I’m not trying to be sarcastic. I could take half of them if you want?”
Your grip tightens on the mug and you can feel Derek’s eyes on you. “I couldn’t make you do that, Spence.”
“You’re not!” Spencer exclaims. “I can get through mine really quickly—we worked together for almost the whole last case so I can do all of that anyways.”
“...You’re sure it wouldn’t be an imposition?”
“I’m sure,” he nods. “Besides, I offered. I wouldn’t if I didn’t want to.”
And god damn him, because he nudges his glasses back into place again, pushes a strand of loose hair back into place. You’re dying over here.
You set the mug of coffee on your desk and pick up the top half of your pile. “All yours, Spence.”
He takes the bottom half and smiles at you, and you smile back before he walks back to his desk. You are dying over here.
“Let me know how I can pay you back,” you say, and he shakes his head.
“You don’t need to pay me back.”
“Really?”
Spencer nods. “I mean, Morgan invited us all out on the jet last night, and I don’t think I can do it alone. If you can get out of the office in time, I don’t have to. I think that's enough of a payback.”
“Yeah,” you say. “I’ll be there.”
He smiles again and nods, then he picks up a pen and focuses in. You turn back to your desk, your face burning.
“What was that about him not liking you like that?” Derek says.
“Quiet!” you whisper-yell, swatting him with the pile of files in your hand. “He might hear you!”
“He’s not hearing anything while he’s focused on that,” he says. “That just means you can ogle him more.”
You groan again, letting your forehead fall into your palm. “I’m pathetic.”
“I think you’re right.” Emily chuckles as she stands up. “You are doomed.”
#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid fic#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid fluff#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds fluff#x reader#sadie writes
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do u write for sukunaaaa
if so can we have cum denial wit him. like fingering n teasing reader till she’s crying n babbling 🐾 <3
sugarpie ୨ৎ
not getting sukuna’s attention has you acting out ୨ৎ
yeah probs mii first nd last time writing abt kuna ^.^ i really enjoyed doing dis for u tho ^_^
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⋆｡‧˚ʚɞ˚‧｡⋆ ---> rough fingering, pet names (baby, princess, mama), shameless use of the word daddy :P, begging, clit slapping, squirting, daddydom!kuna, lawyer!kuna, orgasm denial
“kuna.” you drag out his name as you climb onto his lap. it’s been hours since he’s given you any sort of attention, you understood that the paperwork he is working on is extremely important. he briefly explained to you days prior about taking on a big case that would bring in a lonesome amount of money once everything was said and done. which is fine, of course you’re gonna support your kuna in whatever he takes on. but what isn’t fine is his attention being diverted to papers instead of you.
he grumbles out while he leans to your side so that he could see what was displayed on his desk. you sit quietly on his lap for a few moments, your mind is racing with how you could get his attention back onto you. a deep rooted, responsible and sensible side of you reminds you that he’s working and he told you that he would be busy on it, you know you’re being selfish but you can’t find it in you to care. if anything it’s sukuna’s fault for spoiling you so much!
“kuna.” you whine again. your head lays on his hard shoulder while your hands begin slithering against his waist. even through his shirt you could feel the hardened muscles, you loved just running your acrylic tips over his muscles and watching them tense every now and then. “daddy, are you ignoring me?” you ask with a frown that sukuna didn’t need to see, he could hear it in your voice.
“‘f course not, baby. ‘m just busy trying to sign these documents.” sukuna barely pays attention to the words coming out of his mouth as he jots down more and more onto the paper.
“aren’t you tired?” you huff, “can’t you just take a little break?”
“not right now. i need to stay on top of this case ‘nd fill out as much as i can as fast as i can.” he suddenly leans down a little to grab a paper thats on the far end of his desk. you wrap your arms tighter around him, but you know sukuna would never let you fall. no matter how busy and out of it he seems.
you don’t like that response at all. you roll your eyes at his resistance and settle with resting your head on the crook of his neck. you breathe in his cologne. the colognes’ he wears pairs so well with his natural scent. they smell so warm but masculine in a way. you close your eyes, opting to lay there and enjoy the feeling of his heart thumping and his body movements each time he inhales and exhales. you use the sound of the pen sliding against the paper as white noise.
you hum softly against him. this is better than being in separate rooms, you suppose. you would prefer for his attention to be on you completely but you’ll take what’s given at the moment. usually, you’d be chattering away about minuscule things while sukuna works but he quickly shut that down weeks ago.
“my office is my sanctuary, princess. i don’t care if you come ‘n here but you have to stay quiet so daddy can focus.” the firmness in his tone left no room for debate, which is why you slowly nodded your head while looking up at him.
you were only able to sit still and quiet for a few minutes, you tried, you really did. but you couldn't contain yourself from letting out littles hums and shifting your hips every few minutes. your little thin panties would get snagged on the shape of his cock causing little whimpers to escape from your throat when it does happen. sukuna doesn’t comment on anything you do, only occasionally patting your thigh when he deems you are moving too much.
“kuna, please.” you whine out as you lift your head from his shoulder to look at him fully. you didn’t have to say what you wanted, he knew. he always does.
“‘m working, mama.” he reminds you. irritation is seeping through his usual tone. hearing the slowly growing firmness begin to take over his words causes little hairs to stand up on your body, you both loved and hated when he talked to you like this.
“i don’t care! i need you kuna!” you clutch at his shirt with your hands. the hairs continue to stand.. no way you just raised your voice at him. a twitch of fear settles in your stomach.
“watch your tone.” he stops writing completely.
“wouldn’t have gotten loud if you would’ve jus’ paid attention to me.” you mutter under your breath as you begin getting off of his lap.
“the fuck you just say?”
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“kuna, i can’t! ‘s too much please!” you cry out as his thick fingers roughly pump into your fat pussy. the sounds of your arousal coating his digits filled the room, you were so fucking wet. he had already managed pull an almost orgasm out of you. he waited until you were breathing heavy and for your legs to be shaking desperately to pull away.
he doesn’t respond to you, only forcing your legs further with one hand while adding another finger. you squeal and whine while clutching on his wrist. his fingers are so fucking thick inside your sensitive pussy. your clutch at his wrist does nothing to slow him down.
your poor pussy could do nothing but take his aggressive fingers, you thrashed around on his lap which only made him slink an arm around your waist to hold you in place. fat tears ran down your cheeks as he continued holding your legs open so that he could continue to fill you.
everything about sukuna is thick. not just his fingers, but his cock (especially that), his muscles, his personality. those were just minor reasons that added up to why you loved him.
hearing the humiliating squelch, squelch, squelch and just feeling your arousal dripping down from your everflowing pussy to his lap. if you weren’t getting fucked stupid by his fingers you would’ve been embarrassed from the growing wet spot that is forming on his slacks.
“talkin’ t’me crazy.. have you lost your fucking mind?” he asks. with every word he’s hammering his fingers as deep as he possibly could, it’s almost to the point that it hurts. you whimper out a soft “daddy” and try to close your legs to prevent him from continuing to abuse your poor pussy.
you can’t find it in you to say a response, instead, you let out loud mewls and sobs. sukuna doesn’t take much appreciation to his words being met with silence, with a rough huff he pulls out the hand that’s fucking you to oblivion to give you three rough slaps against your right thigh.
a piercing sob breaks through your lips,“yes! daddy! ah! yes! i'm sorry daddy!” you didn’t even know what you were saying. loud sniffles mixed with the words you slobbered out. you were a complete mess, you loved when sukuna got you like this.
“‘s okay, though. don’t worry, baby. daddy’s going to make sure you remember your manners.” he plunges his fingers back into you with no warning prompting an unexpected orgasm to shoot from your sensitive pussy. he groans and begins slapping at your clit. squeals escape from deep in your throat. he remembers specifically telling you not to cum until he said so.
“daddy! oh! ah! ah! i’m sorry!” you try to crawl away from the intensity of your orgasm. sukuna clicks his teeth and roughly pushes you back up so that your back is aligned evenly to his chest. you’re fully sobbing now as a stream leaks out and sprays onto his fingers, lap, and parts of his paperwork.
“no more, kuna, puhllleeaaa-ahhmygodd..” your sentence is broken when he powers his movements back up. you’re still leaking out your orgasm when he adds a third finger. “daddy! kuna! baby! pleaseee, no more!” drool leaks from the corners of your mouth as you are dumbly babbling out to him.
“tch.” he sighs. “cummin’ even when i told you not to. you must really not be my good girl now? hm?” you could hear the smirk in sukuna’s voice. usually when he finds your actions amusing, you’d pout at him. but you were so fucked out all you could do is continue to grip his wrist weakly.
“‘s too much, kuna. toooo muchhhh.” you groan. you try closing your legs around his hand once again and this time sukuna bites down on your shoulder making you squirm. he didn’t bite down hard, he made sure to only use enough force to make you stop moving.
“keep ignorin’ me.” he warns. “your second time now. even while getting punished, you’re still actin’ up.” he jeered. “maybe you’re not my good girl after all.”
“‘m your good girl. promise. ‘m your good girl.” you sniffle, he was still rubbing his fingers against your walls filling you up jussttt right. your eyes glance down and you could see his hand sparkling with your arousal and to make matters more intense his fingers are etched with your cream. you could only whine at the sight.
he places soft kisses on the side of your neck and jaw. “watch me fuck my pussy.” he mumbles while placing a soft kiss on the corner of your lips. “gonna make sure my pussy gets all the attention it's been beggin’ for, and you better not fucking cum again until i say so.”
#asks ! ˚ ༘ ೀ#pwinkprincess ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა#₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ#kuna ᡣ𐭩 ୨୧ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶#jjk ! ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა#˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#sukuna#ryomen sukuna#sukuna ryomen#sukuna jjk#sukuna x reader#sukuna x you#sukuna x y/n#jjk smut#sukuna smut#sukuna ryoumen smut
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Hey, what are your thoughts on how Zagreus would gain a crush on the reader? Just pure fluff please
Yeah, no prob hon! Since you didn't specify, I'm gonna do headcanons!
Zagreus X GN!Reader
He probably first saw you right before he went on his killing spree throughout the Greek Underworld, like every other shade who entered the House of Hades: waiting for a decree from his father.
I love Zag but he isn't the perceptive type. Many souls come through the Throne Room daily, an uncountable number that has to go through admissions, paperwork, etc.
The first time he ran into you though, he caught sight of someone at the entrance struggling to get used to the fire and smoke that Asphodel is engulfed in.
Being the gentleman his father didn't raise him to be, he offered to help you find a better place to make your space.
Taking one of the rafts together was weird for you to say the least. There is really only space for one so he pulled you close, making both of you blush in embarrassment.
I mean, a mortal soul holding onto the chest of the God of Blood and Rebirth? How sweet!
You have to admit, him fighting was brilliant and attractive. He was strong, graceful, and tried his damnedest to protect you (even though you are already dead and can't really get hurt)
About two stops later he introduces you to Euridyce, who is more than happy to take you in like a mother bird protecting her nest.
Zagreus' affection for you mostly grew over time with consistent visits to Euridyce's humble abode
The little things that came out of the three of you talking, you break out of your shell really.
Your laughter and wittiness with both him and Euridyce are major things.
Bandaging up a wound or giving some small drachma to help afford items at Charon's shop.
Your pep-talks and advice when it comes to strategy in the upper levels.
These small gestures of kindness mean the world to someone like Zagreus who didn't have a caring parent or many friends.
He brings little gifts for you too, especially when Persephone returns
Pressed flowers or little things he knicked from the palace for you to use.
He's not ready to tell his feelings yet but he just enjoys the moments he spends with you.
#zagreus x reader#hades supergiant#zagreus#zagreus hades#hades zagreus#hades game x reader#hades game#zagreus x gn reader
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silly headcannon
mc will just lay/sit on diavolo bed while diavolo is doing work at his desk they willing talk to keep him company sometimes they talk about their day or ask questions
this however is not good because it has cause some law changes
mc: is poly marriage legal in devildom?
diavolo (not listening enough to know what question panicked but knows its a yes or no): yes why wouldnt be? (he probs into the law he has to change)
mc: its a illegal in the human world
or
mc : is it legal for humans to kill a testy demon?
diavolo(hearing kill and demon): as long as its not one of the sins
sometimes he will have to stop and stare them down most times if he hears their name
mc: is it illegal to kiss mc? (trying to see if he is listening)
diavolo (unpleased with the words illegal kiss and mc in the same sentence): it is not i dont wish to make that true (pout glare)
or
mc: is mc above the law?
diavolo(hearing mc ): yes but i dont dare write it down
all fine they dont ask for that bad of laws and barbatos knows and finds it amusing he gave diavolo a recorder so he could keep his word
such law incude
demons have to pay the parking meter if they tie a elephant to it
no lying to mc (they asked in a way to not mention their name)
diavolo must give affection to mc
barbatos must keep a hated food off of mc plate
mc is always almost always correct
see barbatos lets them get away with it but if it is too bad he inrupts by one word however if mc meantion their name or pouts they win granted the paperwork gets changed
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Blow By Blow | 1.4 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader
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Synopsis: Bradley’s washed up before his career has even really begun. He doesn’t want to fill his father’s shoes and he doesn’t want someone else to either. Stuck in limbo, living the same way he always has, the opportunity to step up wanders through the door of his gym in a mini dress and heels that are a size too big.
Warnings: unspecified age gap, violence, probs boxing inaccuracies somewhere along the line. Smut and other 18+ content, minors dni, smut, really brief oral (f), trauma for both parties
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You yawn into the sleeve of your sweater, rolling your shoulders back and pursing your lips slightly as you scroll through the local events page. One of the issues that Bradshaw’s faces, is that not many people seem to take notice of what it is. It’s been here for thirty years, and most of the neighbours just assume that there’s trouble inside and walk on by.
It’s hard to blame them, when you hear stories of what the place used to be like. Of what Bradley used to be like.
But downtown isn’t what it used to be, there’s a big community here now, and it would do wonders for the gym to be involved in that.
Maverick’s office smells like cigarettes, even though he gave up smoking ten years ago. There’s a lamp on each of the two desks that illuminates the room in an aged, amber glow. It’s completely quiet, and has been since the gym shut an hour ago.
Jake glances up at you from over by Maverick’s desk. “I heard a rumour about you, you know.”
You lift your chin to look at him. Your cheeks grow warm at the cocky smirk on his face as he leans back in his chair and tucks his hands behind his head, flipping the toothpick in his mouth.
“I heard a rumour about you too.” You answer back quietly, a smile creeping its way onto your lips. Jake chuckles, his cheeks dimpling across the room.
“You and the big guy, huh?” Jake raises his eyebrows at you, giving an amused shake of his head as he stretches his legs out under the desk. Paperwork is the most boring part of his job, gossiping with you helps the time pass along.
“You and Natasha.” You answer back, smiling softly at him before you turn your gaze back to the computer.
“Well, what can I say? — She can’t get enough of me. But who can blame her?” He shrugs. You snort at him, shaking your head. You both know she would hit him in the nuts if she heard him say that. “Who can blame you, either. Rooster’s a good looking guy. And he’s hung like a horse.”
“Jake!” You splutter, eyes going wide, face burning as you gawk at him across the office. This time, he really laughs, beaming at how easy you are to fluster.
He sits back in his chair and cocks his head at you, like he’s trying to piece together the complex little puzzle that you are.
“I’m just playing,” He smiles across at you. It’s strange, sitting here and having this vulgar of a conversation with Jake, and wanting to smile back at him anyway. “Is he being nice to you or do I have to say something to him?”
Your mouth twitches. He almost gets you to crack a smile at him. Instead, you twist your mouth into a stern but amused smile.
“He’s alright when he wants to be,” You answer him, earning another soft chuckle from the gym manager. “How’s… Natasha?”
Jake presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek and exhales, that smile still toying at his lips. “Alright. When she wants to be.”
You huff out a soft sound of amusement and turn your attention back to your work. Jake really doesn’t want to go back to his.
“Look, kid,” He swallows as he sits forwards and suddenly that smile is gone, his lips pressing into a line. “I’m happy for you. I am. And, call me selfish, but I like having you around here. I don’t want anything to ruin this place for you.”
Your nails tap away at the keyboard as you draft the email. “Anything… being Rooster, right?”
“He’s a big softie, I’m sure. But he’s a complicated guy.”
That seems to be everyone’s opinion of him. You know that it’s true. You’ve seen the scars that litter his body. You know that he’s afraid of being alone — his apartment has sat empty for most of his tenancy. It’s just that when he’s up close, and he’s looking at you with a soft smile on his lips and those endlessly deep big brown eyes; nothing really seems complicated at all.
“I’m sorry. I’m not trying to freak you out,” Jake shakes his head and scratches awkwardly at the back of his neck. Two little sisters and he still hasn’t figured out how to approach this conversation. “I just want you to be able to… talk to me, I guess.”
“I understand,” You nod softly, hitting send on the email and lifting your head to look at him. He tries at a smile. “Thanks, Jake.”
“Anytime, kiddo.” He shoots you a playful wink and tucks his chair into the desk, sitting upright as he starts to reason with the idea of actually finishing his paperwork so that he can head home at a reasonable time tonight.
“Alright, I’m gonna head in for the night. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Bright and early.” Jake confirms with a tired smile as you close your laptop and push up from the desk. You each separate with soft goodbyes, and you carry your laptop upstairs to your apartment.
Just as you’re expecting, the lights are already on and there’s a football game playing on your TV. What you’re not expecting, though, is to see Tank and Rooster’s heads pop up from over the back of the couch together.
“Hey, Bam— oof—“ Rooster grunts as the dog suddenly pushes to his feet, pressing all of his weight into his ribs and hopping down onto the ground before walking around the couch to greet you with a wagging tail.
“Hi, boys,” You smile, crouching down to kiss Tank’s nose and scratch and his shoulders, babying the sixty pound animal like he deserves to be. “Was he laying on you just then?”
“Yeah. I laid down with a beer and he wanted to join me, I guess.” Rooster informs you as you set your things down by the door and walk over to the couch, leaning on the back. He smiles up at you, one arm tucked behind his head.
You grin at him, pushing yourself over the back of the couch and down against his body, your thighs straddling his hips.
“I can’t believe you’re both finally getting along.” You tell him, leaning forwards and planting a soft kiss to his mouth. Rooster’s hand trails along your back, sipping slightly under your sweater.
“He’s not so bad,” Rooster shrugs his shoulders, lifting his head and chasing your lips as you sit up against him. You push your open palms along his bare shirt, wondering silently to yourself how he can manage to be so warm all the time. “You get all your work done?”
Your lips twist up into a smile. “Uh-huh.”
His brows draw together as he leans out and sets the beer on the coffee table so that he can grab at your hips.
“What’s so funny?”
“Signed you guys up for a couple of local charity events over the next few weeks. Think it’ll be good press for the gym.” You explain, trailing your fingertips along the lines in his toned torso.
“What kind of events?”
“I’m gonna tell everyone on Monday. Wouldn’t be fair if you got the down low before everyone else.” You could tell him, really, but you’re in a good mood and it’s fun to tease him. He chuckles softly and considers arguing, squeezing his hands around the soft flesh of your waist.
His lashes brush his cheek as he blinks, bringing you securely with him as he shifts his hips.
“Will you promise me something before your fight tomorrow?” You ask him, leaning forwards and bracing your palms against his shoulders. He smiles softly.
It’s been playing on his mind recently, when he holds you tight in his arms at night. Whether or not this life he wants, and the past you’ve faced, are compatible in the slightest.
He knows how timid you get. The way your muscles go rigid at a raised voice, and the devastating way your eyes go wide when he gets too close too quickly.
“Sure.” He tells you, rubbing his thumbs in soft circles over the waistband of your skirt.
“Try not to mess this pretty face up too much. Pretty please.” You lean down over him, slowly, and press a soft kiss to the bump in his nose from a bad break years ago. Rooster watches as you sit back up again.
Your hair is loose and strands fall forwards, adorning your face. Attempting to hide that sheepish little smile from him.
He hasn’t been called pretty ever. Jake’s pretty. Movie-star smile and blonde hair, an angled jaw and stroking green eyes. Bradley was always too tall, and too skinny, until he wasn’t skinny anymore. He’s got scars on his face, all the way down his body. His lips aren’t quite even. His eyes are dark and angry looking. He’s not pretty.
“You’re the pretty one, Bambi,” He tells her with a firm shake of his head. He wets his lips with his tongue. “You don’t need to be worrying about my busted face.”
“Busted?” You scoff at him.
“Come on…” He groans, checks flushing red as he turns his head back towards the television. He can always feel it when something gets him blushing, and he hates nothing more. He knows how dark and angry his scars look when his skin flushed red.
“Bradley,” You frown at him, placing two fingers against his cheek and turning his head back towards you. A muscle in his jaw ticks. “I think you’re really pretty.”
“Get real, kid.” He huffs, sitting up and hooking an arm around you, tucking his hand under your ass. He stands swiftly, taking you with him with an impressive ease.
“Hey! Where are we going? — I’m not done complimenting you.” You secure your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders, frowning as Bradley carries you forwards.
“I need to take a shower.” He tells you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple and planting your ass on the kitchen island. You wrap your legs tighter around his waist.
“… Um… By yourself?”
“Sorry, Bambi,” Rooster gives a heavy shrug of his wide shoulders, grabbing your ankles and unwrapping them from his waist, leaving you with a chaste kiss on the lips. “No sex before the big fight.”
Behind him, your mouth hangs open.
“Are you serious?”
His lips quirk softly as he pulls at the drawstring tie on his shorts, turning his head to look at you over his shoulders. “Unfortunately. It’s tried and tested. I fight better if I’m a little… frustrated.”
You just hum in response, watching him close the bathroom door behind him. As the door clicks shut, the idea drops into your mind. You get Tank his dinner, and head for the bedroom with a smile on your face.
Bradley secures the towel around his waist, stepping out of the shower with his hips decorated with fluffy white and pink pinstripe. He whistles the tune to Together in Electric Dreams as he combs his fingers through his damp curls and walks through to the bedroom he has spent more nights in than his own recently.
Then, he stops in the doorway. He glances back over his shoulder at Tank sitting on the couch, then back to you. Your brows drawn together, lips parted just slightly, your chest heaving.
“Bambi.”
Your eyes blink open, not so much as a whisper of surprise in either of your irises. Your lips twitch just slightly.
“Are you touching yourself?”
Your eyes squeeze shut again, purely because if you look at him for another second then you’re going to chicken out. “Don’t worry. I’m almost there.”
“But… I told you. I can’t — the fight.” Bradley stumbles over his words, reaching down and brushing the base of his palm over the stiffening tent under the towel. The sheets barely cover your waist, he can picture your exactly the way your legs are trembling right now.
Bradley swallows softly as you let out a contented sigh.
“You’re right. You can’t,” You tell him, trying to keep the smile off of your face as your fingers circle your clit. “Sorry. I thought I would be done before you finished your shower.”
That’s not true in the slightest. He knows you wanted him to find you, and he wishes he had a little more self-control. He’s already walking forwards, grabbing the covers and tearing them back.
You giggle as he drops his weight down on top of you, grabbing firmly at your hips and pulling you against him.
“Want some help?” He murmurs against your throat, sucking firmly at the sensitive skin there, knowing how it makes your brain just turn to mush.
“Yes, please.” You grin, reaching down between you, tugging swiftly at the towel wrapped around his hips and discarding it onto those chipped wood floors in this ancient apartment. Bradley grazes his teeth over your collarbone and shakes his head.
“No, no — I’m serious, until tomorrow, I’ve taken a vow of abstinence,” Bradley informs you calmly, rolling onto his back and grabbing roughly at your hips. “Now come here. Put this pretty face to use, huh?”
Your mouth drops open, eyes widening as he manhandles you over his chest and grabs two firm handfuls of your ass to drag you forwards.
“Rooster, wai— oh.” You hiccup, hands swinging forwards for purchase, just about catching on the squeaky metal frame of the bed. He buries his face between your legs, the freshly groomed hair on his upper lip, tickling the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs. “Oh, wow.”
His lips twitch. The way his smirk feels against your throbbing clit is something that will be etched into your mind for years to come. He lifts his hand and swats at your ass, groaning against you as the soft flesh ripples in his hand.
As much as he enjoys this, he had to get you back at least a little for trying to tease him. All it does, surprisingly, is spur you on. You gasp out, moaning as your grip tightens around the bed frame.
His heavy hands hold you in place, keeping you firmly against him, just about giving you the freedom to move back and forth. He moans happily against your sensitive flesh as you grind yourself onto his mouth.
It doesn’t take long. Literally minutes of his deep sounds, his big hands and his oh, so talented tongue. You cum hard, practically losing your balance, soaking his chin as he holds you upright. Then, he swiftly rolls you off of him and plants you on your back.
You fight to catch your breath as Bradley pulls you back against him and wraps his arms securely around you. His erection presses into the skin of your ass, grazing briefly against some of the excitement that has spilled out onto your thighs.
“Tomorrow night, you’re all fucking mine. Got that?” He whispers, smiling against your earlobe. You press back into his chest, humming contentedly.
Tomorrow night rolls around quickly. But, you’re far from being naked, and far from being in your bed with Bradley cursing in your ear like you would like to be. Instead, you’re picking awkwardly at your cuticles and following Phoenix through a crowded warehouse. Event space. Whatever they want to call it.
It makes your skin prickle to know that Bradley could be leaving this room bloodied and bruised. You should be excited for him. You’ve seen him training. You know how badly he wants this. More importantly, you know what it will mean for his career if it goes badly.
Heel-toe, heel-toe — you focus on whatever your mind can grab at as you march through the buzzing crowd between Natasha and Jake. It’s not enough. Your heart is thudding and your stomach feels funny. You start to wonder if you’ll ever feel comfortable in a place like this.
You lift your head and examine the ring. The ropes are taut and the canvas looks much cleaner than the surface back at Bradshaw’s. You bite awkwardly at the inside of your cheek as someone catches your eye on the other side of the ring. She’s watching Natasha. Tall, and blonde, with piercing blue eyes. Staring like she has seen a ghost.
“You okay?” Phoenix taps your waist softly with her elbow, her smile fading as she studies the expression on your face. It’s not one that she has seen on you before. She can’t quite place it.
“Is that her?” You ask quietly, your voice almost getting lost in the sea of much louder conversations. Natasha turns her head and looks around the crowd, trying to figure out who it is that you’re staring at. Finally, she locks eyes on the woman on the other side of the ring.
There’s a puckered scar across the right side of her face. A burn, maybe. Natasha knows that it’s a third degree that required a skin graft. Even so, she’s beautiful. Tall, with neatly styled finger curls, and high cheekbones. Natasha knows that face well. Still, Bradley wouldn’t want you to know that.
“Is that who?” Natasha tries.
“Emilia.” You answer instantly, and her eyes widen.
Her brows draw together as she stops walking, rounding on you with a stern expression. Jake almost bumps into your back, looking confusedly between the two of you. Natasha frowns deeply, “Bradley told you about Emilia?”
“Mav did.” You answer her sheepishly.
“Oh.” Natasha closes her eyes for a minute and thanks whatever divine power kept Bradley in that locker room so that he didn’t hear this conversation. “Bambi, that’s — that wasn’t his place. He shouldn’t have done that. There’s a lot that Mav doesn’t understand.”
“What more is there to understand? — She’s a monster.”
“I’m not disagreeing with you,” Natasha couldn’t disagree with you if she wanted to. She can’t pretend she hadn’t felt pleased when the news started to spread that Emilia had been in that fire. “But Mav doesn’t know the truth. He knows what the police told him.”
“What more is there to know?” You frown at her. Jake shifts uncomfortably behind you, adjusting the top button of his shirt. Natasha grits her teeth.
“I can’t tell you.”
You turn your head to gawk at Jake, then look back to her. “Bradley wouldn’t tell me if I asked him.”
“Don’t ask him. It’s better if you don’t know.” Natasha’s voice is firmer than it has ever been with you. She’s serious, and suddenly cold. She cares for you, enough to be mean when it’ll keep you from getting hurt.
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john price headcanons!
back with my favourite old man! mr. sir captain john price
no pronouns, mention of lingerie as clothing so i'm going to say gn!reader
requests: open
A: Affection (How affectionate are they with a s/o?)
very affectionate behind closed doors. he's not big on pda and wouldn't be all over you in public (unless he's a bit drunk and feeling clingy)
but at home, in your own little space, he loves being close to you. he's loves to just sit on the couch, you reading or on your phone, him watching the match or doing paperwork. he loves to drag your legs over his lap, feeling your presence just knowing you're there spending quality time together
B: Breath (What can their s/o do to take their breath away)
taking care of his boys. he was hesitant to bring you anywhere near his work, but he and his lads are as close as family and he spends the majority of his time with them, so it felt wrong to not introduce you all.
he didn't expect for you all to get along so well. he loves when you invite them for dinner, or make them drinks and snacks when they come over to watch the football. you even put up with their noisy cheering and for that he's very grateful
(he's particularly taken aback with how close you and simon are. he wasn't sure he'd ever see anyone who could take him out of his shell a bit but you two have a great bond.)
C: Cuddles (Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)
YES. Mr. man is a big cuddler. Especially at night, he will literally sleep on top of you. He claims it's for safety but you think it's because he's a big, ol' koala bear who can't bare to not be snuggled up
D: Dream (What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)
I think he's quite the traditionalist and wants the whole nine yards of marriage and kids. he doesn't know so much if kids are in his future, but he definitely wants to marry you.
E: Effort (How much effort do they put into a relationship?)
a lot. he knows that it's a lot to expect someone to put up with a partner who's gone so frequently so he is always doing his best when you are together. expect lots of effort and love because he needs to show you how thankful he is for you
F: Fear (What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)
he does what you do for him. provide support in whatever form that looks like. time spent together doing mindless stuff, talking it out, reassuring you, cuddling you until you are overheating, taking a nap. literally anything he can do to help you, he will do.
G: Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)
he doesn't ever expect anything from you. you already give him so much.
he definitely gives me practical vibes, in that most of his gifts are things you need. you want a new mixer for the kitchen? ok, no probs. you have a new hobby and need stuff for it? here you go.
some sexy as shit lingerie? well, i suppose that's more for him. but whatever
H: Hugs (Do they hug their s/o? How often?)
big hugger. and he's quiet as fuck, so when he sneaks up on you in the kitchen and wraps you up in a bear hug, he gives you an extra tight one to apologise. even though he'll do it again lol
he loves hugs
I: Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)
he's a romantic old timey guy. loves a romantic dinner. loves kisses and hugs and i love you's. he just loves you and has no issues with showing you
J: Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)
i think so, but not from a place of mistrust of you, but of other people. i think he's just extra affectionate and more outwardly possessive. like he'll pull you into his side and kiss your cheek while eyeing up the other person
K: Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)
yes good kisser, his beard was a big adjustment at first though because damn can it poke you. but he loves kissing you, could spend his whole day kissing you.
big on good morning kisses, loves a bit of a make-out session before you go to sleep.
L: Love (When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say it or show it?)
i think he says it when he's like leaving the house, if he's missed you after a day at work, before going to sleep. he definitely prefers showing it though. he's always trying to find new ways to show you how much he loves you
M: Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of ceremony?)
yes he wants to marry you. he doesn't care about what kind of ceremony, so much as he cares about who's there. he obviously needs the boys there, and his close family and anyone you want there. he doesn't want a huge wedding though, definitely only those closest to you both.
he also wants a bit of a party after, just so he can show you off
N: Night Out (What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)
he likes nights at the local pub the most. they do a banging roast and he likes to have a few drinks with you just catching up together.
O: Out of the Ordinary (What’s something they don’t normally do for/with their s/o?)
he HATES shopping. can't stand going around the shops, surrounded by people and crap on the shelves. it bothers him. so he leaves all the food shopping to you, and if he needs new clothes or anything he leaves that to you.
if you want to drag him to the shops, he expects lots of loving in return for making him suffer through that
P: Playful (Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)
yes i think so. he doesn't exactly seem playful on the outside, but he's a big dry-ass, dad joke maker. also, god does he like to tickle you a bit just to hear you laugh. he just can't resist it
Q: Questions (Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)
yes. he really values your opinion on things, especially on things you know more about than him. he loves to talk to you, ask you things and have you ask him things. it's one of his favourite things, just having chats with you
R: Random (How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)
i think he would like to be a planner, but with how randomly his job can take him away and how often he isn't sure when he'll be back, things end up being more spontaneous than he likes.
S: Sleep (How do they sleep with their s/o?)
as said before, he tends to sleep on top of you for "safety". however, if it's too hot, you will sleep on your own sides of the bed with something touching whether it be hands or knees or backs. always wants to be touching you
T: Trust (How much do they trust their s/o?)
he trusts you the same amount he trusts his boys. he has no doubt in your trust and knows he can trust you with anything and everything
U: Unique (What makes them unique as a s/o?)
his beard.
V: Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)
i think it takes him awhile. it's not a lack of trust, but more so that he's a captain in the SAS, he doesn't often get the chance to be vulnerable so he doesn't really know how to let that side of him show.
he's most vulnerable after a hard mission, or a nightmare. he just wants you near, to know you're safe when he's like this. he kind of just has to work his way through it, but has to know that you're there
W: Wild Card (Random Headcanon)
he loves woodworking. like if you need a new shelf or something made, he will do it in his free time. your current kitchen table was made by him, and it's the most gorgeous kitchen table you've ever seen
X: X-Ray (What would they do if their s/o got injured?)
he'd be calm and reasonable. his job doesn't allow time for panic and that is how he functions in his personal life. he would assess the situation and what needs to be done, and do it.
Y: Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)
he's a neat and clean guy, it's trained into him, so if you're messy that can get to him a bit. he likes things in order
i wouldn't say it bothers you, but damn can this man eat. like if you try to make a meal to last two days, bad news, he will eat it all. it's kind of fascinating.
Z: Zeal (Are they passionate as a s/o? Do they want or like passion?)
he's crazy about you and he knows you feel the same about him
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Obey Me! Lucifer & Mammon with a Goth MC! : basically my thoughts on what the brothers reactions would be, how they would handle having a goth partner, ext.
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Hello!♡ this is my first time doing anything like this lol. Its probs gonna be bad at first, but ill work on it over time! Mammon couldnt be yellow, because i can't find the yellow, sorry. :< Feel free to reblog or leave you're thoughts in the comments! Add on to my ideas or whatever! Anyways enjoy my little idea. Sorry for any jokes, spelling errors, or grammar errors in advance! Without futher distraction, content!! ♡
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Goth MC! who does the make up, the white foundation the "crazy" eyeliner, the black/grey or dark color eyeshadow and blush. Classic black or red lipstick with matching nail polish on the Mc's fingers. The saggy looking hair that matches the make up, oh so well. Goth MC! Who has the unkept look, but at second glance you can tell their well kept. At least to some extent. The Mc has raggy, ripped looking outfit but upon closer inspection its clear the outfit is perfectly kept up with. Goth MC! Who has an over extent looking outfit, looking like rags on rags, and the Mc has a dead looking apperance appearing to have risen from the grave. Almost the perfect example of a goth baddie. How will the brothers react?
Lucifer
When Goth MC! tumbles down into devildom for the very first time, the most of a reaction they'll see Lucifer give is raise of eyebrows, a subtle hint of curiosity.
Lucifer is oddly intrigued by this Mc. Him being the Avatar of Pride he takes appearance seriously. Not as serious as Asmo. Lucifer finds this MC to be endearing however. The way the MC seems to not care what others think of their appearance, captures his attention.
Lucifer originally thought it was the freedom Goth MC seemed to have that captured his attention. Maybe he wanted to be free of his prideful nature and be able to do crazy things like this MC. Bit dramatic Luci. Lucifer wanted to believe this, but he found his mind wandering to Goth Mc as he worked on paperwork. He apprectiated the look the MC has going. He thought it fit the MC perfectly, eventually he would tell the MC in attempts to swoon them. But for now he continues to sketch paperwork occasionally getting distracted by thoughts of Goth Mc.
Once Lucifer is dating Goth Mc, he compliements them constantly. Yes, there is the personality compliemnts but im talking compliements to the Mc's gothy aesthetic. "My dear, you look as heart stopping as a vampire." You'll either crack up at the almost dad pun. Or swoon at how it matches you're aesthetic. And hey? Who doesn't like being compared to a vampire?
Lucifer will treat his Goth partner like Goth royalty. We're talking the best goth attire. This Mc gets the best make up, outfits, accessories, you name it, Lucifer will get it, top price too. Although he would love his partner no matter what he has a reputation to upkeep so the best as always MC. Stop saying you feel bad he wants to be you're sugar daddy silly.
Lucifer will proudly take Goth MC out. Fancy restrauants, cute little outings, just grocery shopping together? He will either hold the Mc's hand or the Mc should hold his arm. If not his hand is on the Mc's lower back guiding them. One, for protection, two, he wants to show this Mc off. Especially if the Mc has talked about people being ashamed of their goth attire. Lucifer is proud of his Mc. He's proud to call the Goth little human his. So you should be proud too!
Lucifer adapts easily to understanding you. (If you tell him goth culture he listens and remembers what you tell him well) He doesn't even realize it at first but he slowly adapts to doing things in a gothic sense. Normally lucifer would give his partner red roses, but for this Mc it was always a black or grey type of flower, whether roses or anything he could find, he would get the flowers in a color that would fit the Mc's aesthetic choices.
Mammon
Mammon comes to get the Mc after the Mc arrive in devildom. Luci orders him to babysit us. So here Mammon comes marching angrily to pick the Mc up from R.A.D but when Mammon marches into the student council room, he stops dead in his tracks at the sight of the Goth Mc. Although the Goth Mc almost reminded him of his debt collectors, (the witches or something similar, just dark aesthetics thats what I assume the people Mammon gets in debt to look like) Mammon couldn't help but find the Goth Mc attractive. Mammon is so lost in thought that he'd be standing there staring at the Mc with his jaw dropped.
His brothers begin to tease him and the Mc manages to snap him out of his lovesick trance, Mammon immediately goes tsundare on the Mc. "Oi' what do you think you're doing human?!? Looking like some kind of a freak!! Did yah just crawl outta' a coffin?!?!" Mammon manages to say this with his hand covering his mouth, muffling his words to an extent. He is blushing like crazy and avoiding eye contact, telling the Mc everything they needed to know.
Dating Mammon is quite interesting. Goth Mc is drawn to darker things, maybe things considered "odd" or "scary" to other. But- "The Great Mammon doesn't get scared!!!" Oh great. Now hes sobbing and clutching onto the Mc for dear life. Council him and pretend he was a brave boy. He needs it man.
Mammon is really good with fashion, and when he has Grimm, he loves spending it. So he will get the Mc goth attire and make a big deal about it, how they should be grateful. yada yada although Mammon will never outright say it, he's just grateful the Mc accepts his gifts and chooses to be with him.
If anyone gives the Goth Mc problems over their attire, mammon is quick to defend the Mc. Doesn't matter who's saying it. Their wrong. Mammon knows a gem when he sees it. Thats treasure standing there, as a perfect goth little human.
Mammon goes to lots of places. On errands for the witches. He sees lots of stuff, when he sees stuff that matches Goth Mc's aesthetic, he will gladly get it for them. If he has the Grimm he pays, if not.... "Hey! I'm a demon, whadda'yah expect?!?" Can you really blame him? He just wanted to spoil his partner.
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Thats all for now babes! Hope you enjoyed! ♡ I plan to do the rest of the brothers, as well as: Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon. I'm going to also do Luke but that will be purely platonic. Might even add more with these characters if the thoughts arise! So if you enjoyed this stay tuned! Lots more thoughts & drabbles to come! Stay safe & remember to drink water loves! ♡
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Someone needs to change their password
We all know Simeon is terrible with tech, and I imagine that he has pretty basic passwords for everything.
So one day, everyone gets a notification that user Xx_MommyAngel_xX on Devilgram has posted a pic. Confused, cause they don't know who this is, checks out and what do they see?
A pic of MC in front of their bathroom mirror, posing and looking very proud of themselves with the caption 'A certain angel needs to get a better password lol (Also I changed your username cause your old one sucked)
(Aka-MC guessed Simeons password and got into his Devilgram account)
Lucifer
Was doing paper work when his DDD went off
Didn't check it until Asmo texted the groupchat
He just takes a deep sigh
I does make him chuckle a bit but he won't admit it
Mammon
Probs was at a modeling gig and was getting ready for the next shoot when he gets the notification
It took him a minute to realize what had happened
But when he does, he's hollering laughing
Thinks of ways to make money from this
Wants you to teach him how you guessed the passion
Leviathan
LMFAO MC
Mans fucking lost it when he found out, also took screenshots
Also wants you to teach him
Comments 'LMAO'
Satan
He was reading when his DDD when off but didn't check it immediately
He only checked it when Asmo texted the group chat
Laughs so hard his voice is cracking
Also wants you to teach him so he can mess with Lucifer
Asmodeus
Was the first to know
Also fucking lost it
Also took screenshots
Comments 'My My MC, aren't you sneaky~ getting into other people's accounts'
Beelzebub
Was working out and didn't realize his DDD went off
Found out from belphie
Doesn't really react
Just looks at it and goes 'oh'
Belphegor
Heard his DDD go off but ignored it and went back to bed
Like Satan, he only checked it when Asmo texted the group chat
Gets a sleepy chuckle out of him
Wants to see if you can get into Lucifers account
Diavolo
Also was doing paperwork when he found out
The whole castle heard him laughing
Texts Lucifer about it
Comments 'haha MC hilarious'
Barbatos
Already knew this would happen, he saw it as he was making dinner
Chuckled when Diavolo showed him
Comments "very funny MC, but please refrain from doing this again"
Solomon
He was watching TV with Simeon in the living room when Luke came running in and showed them
Fucking screaming laughing when he finds out
Had to leave the room, he was laughing so hard
Luke yells at him for laughing
Luke
Was looking through a cookbook Barbatos gave him when his DDD went off
He has mixed emotions
On one hand, he finds this funny
On another hand, MC broke into Simeons account and that's not a nice thing to do
Comments 'MC please give simeon his account back'
Is the reason Simeon found out
Simeon
He was watching TV with Solomon in the living room when Luke came running in
He just chuckles "oh MC"
Realizes he might need to update some other passwords
Texts MC about it later
'That was very funny MC'
'Also what was wrong with my last username? What do you mean it was boring?'
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could I get one of the OM boys reacting to a singer-songwriter or musician MC? i'd love to hear you're thoughts on it!
Ahh im down! Here are some ways they'd appreciate MC!! I tried to be fairly general with these? But i have the most experience w jazz, and classical stuff soo idk. I also played bass clarinet and clarinet lol so my bias will prob show
LUCIFER
Casually encourages MC to join 1 of the few clubs at RAD.
He is the 2nd most likely to discuss the formalities of music. Will listen outside your room and mention it casually later, probably after most of his brother have left the dinner table.
Once you grow closer, he's prone to not falling asleep until you sing to him. Soft stuff, even if thats not your normal, he just loves it. Won't ever say it much, but wow it brings him so much comfort.
He used to mind listening when he was trying to do paperwork, but as your relationship progresses, he's a lot more willing. Brings him a little bit of peace.
If you ever decide to post publically, he goes all out to support you. Watches your videos a couple times a day, leaves a single, well thought out comment on the details in your music. An analysis, if you will. Asks his brothers a couple times a week if they've shared it.
MAMMON
Jumps at the chance to support you, even if he's tsundere about it. Comments under different profiles, shares your socials allll over. Especially at his modeling gigs. You'll get traction fairly quickly. Even if it's not what you wanted
Loses his mind if you sing softly to him. He'll feel like he has all your attention just feels so loved and cared for. Will probably get in his feelings and start crying.
Also asks his brothers if they've liked/watched anything you might post.
Tendency to listen outside your door when he hears you singing, even if it's while you shower.
Takes you on late night car rides just to hear you laugh and sing to the radio. He'd drive for hours if you let him.
Definitely falls asleep when you hum or sing slower songs for him. It ends up becoming almost like a routine for him, he starts to struggle to sleep without you.
LEVIATHAN
Takes him quite a while to hear you sing. He just hasn't had the opportunity. The first time he hears you sing, he's captivated. Would never ask you to sing for him outright however, but would stealthily try and get you to karaoke with him. (Like he'd actually sing tho lol)
Probably records it and listens to it sometimes. One of his biggest guilty pleasures.
Once you get closer, he'll turn his game music down to listen to you hum or sing softly to yourself, never mentions it, but enjoys it quietly. Usually feels the blood rush to his face though, as it feels really intimate to him.
Will lowkey ask for help cleaning his room, or asks if he can help you clean yours, just because he knows you'll start singing.
If you ever show him your lyrics, expect him to be speechless. He's pretty blown away by your trust, compliments you quietly, he doesn't want to scare you away.
ASMODEUS
The most outright to ask you to sing for him. He hears you for the first time when he takes you to a party at The Fall. He's captivated instantly, stays close to you to hear you better in the loud surroundings. Claps for sure.
He also takes you to karaoke. He'll sing with you, but lets you have most of the solos. It's odd for him to not be the center of attention, but he absolutely adores showing you off!
Is very likely to record and post a video of you that goes viral because he already has many followers. He is very excited to show you how much love your video got!
Tries to help you come up with song ideas. He's not a ton of help, but he tries!
Asks you to write him a love song. 100%
SATAN
First time he hears you, you're singing softly to yourself in the almost/empty library. He stays behind a stray bookshelf to avoid spooking you. He listens for a while before he slides in the chair next to you.
He leans his head back, closing his eyes, "Have you heard Blue Skies by by Ella Fitzgerald?" He pauses, "you should sing something for me sometime."
Likes to read your song writing, it's like poetry to him. He feels like he's able to understand you more. He likes being closer to you.
Some nights, he'll play music in his room before inviting you in, taking your hand and slow dancing with you. He enjoys the closeness, and he loves listening to you hum softly to the music. After the first couple times, he learned to clear his floor a little.
As you get closer, you're likely to find yourself singing him to sleep. Playing with his soft blonde locks while he dozes off in your lap, his book long forgotten.
BEELZEBUB
He first hears you late at night when he's in the kitchen. He actually stops himself mid-bite for a moment before shaking his head, realizing he can eat and listen at once. He pauses once you finish and step into the kitchen.
"Very nice MC, please do another one." He almost cocks his head a little despite not phrasing it as a question.
Asks you if it's a popular human world song, he's impressed when you tell him that you wrote it! "Do you have any other ones?" He looks like a big puppy and it's so hard to say no, so you stay for a while and sing to him while he eats.
After you grow closer, he finds himself in your lap more often than not, and he's almost as sleepy has Belphie when you sing him those soft songs again.
BELPHIE
He first hears you as you come up the stairs to the attic. Your voice is almost luring him to sleep. He's almost enraged after he realizes it's you.
First time he really hears you is when he enters the planetarium and you're already there. He's quiet, you're not entirely comfortable with him yet, and he wants to listen.
Skipping the angst, as you grow closer, he'll ask you to sing him to sleep. He enjoys laying in your lap in the planetarium while you sing him something.
He's likely to start asking you regularly about your writing. "Anything new today, MC?" frowns a little when you say no.
He's uncharacteristically eager to see and hear your new work, especially as you grow closer.
Very likely you'll have him and Beel laying in your lap fairly often while the drift off to sleep at the sound of your voice.
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Beel, Are You Srs Brah? WHB Event React Part 5 *Spoiler Warning*
okay...I know...I know...ANOTHER part? Yes. But if haven't been here before...let's go back a bit!
Go here for Part 4 ->
From there you can backtrack all the way to the beginning if you wish! It's been quite the react journey .-. I hope you enjoyed my bastardized summary and commentary.
Let's enjoy the final part together <3
If you remember in part 4, Beel was over here being weird and licking Amon's tears and now he's just like right so when you're done mourning over your parents come to the palace and I'll get you pierced up. <3
Beel. Please.
Just has that personality shining through where he doesn't dwell on stuff like this for long. It's mostly "Ah yah that's sad, but anyways" Not to say that he doesn't care. It's more of he can't really afford to stay stuck in that emotion of sadness and such. He's got stuff to do.
Speaking of which, we're back at the cafe again because Amon is done having his little flashback moment.
So the Jung Hi cosplayer is just reminding them that he's serving the table they're at still, even though Beel is there under special orders, and our bois keep trying to talk to him, but he's really nudging them to eat. They're served pork cutlets, and it's the same reaction yet again lmao
All of them are eating and enjoying the food like how they did at the other places. SIGH
Ngl I was suspicious of why Beel wanted them to eat so badly...like there's gotta be some reason he's adamant about it, right? Is he trying to sneak away?
Uh oh...
so it appears the more they ate, the slower reacting they were being, and at this point I'm like WTF DID BEEL ROOFIE THE FUCKING FOOD?
So our bby Stolas goes down first, then Nabe who's like "I knew it..." like this entire mission he couldn't catch a damn break and I felt so bad for him (╥_╥)
Amon is resisting a bit, probs because he already slept so much to begin with, but he gets a few words in!
So during their exchange of words, it is confirmed that this isn't a cosplayer and that it is him. The OG him that's been running around causing trouble, (leaving those damn unpaid tabs), and now he's successfully poisoned his nobles with roofies. Though, I think it's cute that he acknowledged it was good to eat with Amon again <3
So Amon succumbs to the sleeping pills and now all of them are knocked the fuck out.
He tells the Jung Hi cosplayer to put them nicely into the room they have so they can sleep soundly. That this isn't goodbye forever so he's fine with just leaving them like that. (So cruel though like I would be mad if you just slipped me a sleeping pill just so you could run away Beel >:p)
And it's funny because once he says that, the other customers were like OH WAIT ITS HIM HIM and Beel is like telling them to shush and not reveal it is him.
He's so hot. I hate him. (affectionately) Like imagine him saying that in a deep Southern cowboy voice. Paired with him sounding like he's sleepy all the time??
c r e a m cit y
But as it goes to fade in black, we see our bois sleeping, and they aren't the only ones sleeping!
o(〒﹏〒)o no one talk everyone shut up, the bby Bael is sleepins and he worked his ass off today do not wake him <3
The fact that he had to say it like that just makes me laugh. Because it sounds suggestive as if he plans on like just wanting to spend some alone time with his lover and not his bestie.
So Beel out here complaining about the the mountains of paperwork and is like "wow there's so much shit to file and complain about ugh how terrible" when it was him literally leaving so Bael is the one to deal with it. But our bby is so tired he can't even hear Beel speak his nonsense the man is o u t.
So Beel being cute, he got a gift for Bael, a little trinket made from shells and he's just talking to him about where he got it and Bael is still asleep and doing grumbly faces and Beel is touching his wrinkles to smooth them out and being all gentle and lovingly. The fact that Bael doesn't wake up the entire time has me thinking that physical touch is both his and Beel's favorite thing and it soothes them so Bael is just taking it in and staying asleep.
First, I love this CG...look how Beel looks here. Scrumptious. Yummy. Spicy. Muy Machito.
My fucking reason to edge myself to sleep.
And just how he's handling Bael? („ಡωಡ„)
But yes, turns out that Beel had came back on his own, and was meaning to stop by and tell Bael that he was back for a moment but he got distracted, started doing stuff and now that it's time for him to leave again he's like "Whelp!"
So our bois spent their time and money for no reason. But at the same time...was Beel ever gonna close those tabs or just send the bill to Bael anyway?
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (screaming, crying, he's so fucking- h e l p)
So Beel is admitting to himself, that even though he knows he's always gonna forget and be distracted about things like this, he never forgets that he has to come back to Bael, back to our Avisos bois <3 And honestly this makes me feel better about my own ADHD because I suffer from not only time blindness, but for my friends it's always 'out of sight out of mind' when they aren't in front of me, paired with horrible sleep schedule and quick social fatigue that sometimes they don't hear from me in days to maybe weeks. But I always remember to come back to message them something small or ask how they are doing or share a thing that made me think of them. I have a good circle where they don't mind this and it's so affirming.
This is why I grow closer to accepting Beel as my personal ship partner <3 That and I feel he won't really care about my chubby self and my stubby arms and legs and think me being 5ft is adorable.
So this scene has me wondering tbh. What is it that he has to reveal to our little crew? I wonder since this is a side story and it seems like it's taking place the same time as the main story, that he's anticipating MCs arrival to Avisos sometime in the future or this whole incident with Levi that's happening in Chapter 4....
Regardless, I also have a couple theories about what he says to Bael here.
This reads like a very strong platonic relationship, possibly the only other person he loves more than himself, his freedom, etc. Because even if there's no romance, you can still call your most trusted friend and person your other self/half, because that's how strong the bond is. Another possibility is my wishful thinking that he sees Bael as a romantic partner, but not in a traditional way. Friends with benefits but pretty much there's only just poor Bael getting stuck with the short end of that. A situationship if you will.
And finally, from other users speaking about Bael possibly being a clone of Beel's from early on...I love the concept of that because it would track and make sense. Especially if the crown...that uh is removable I suppose is not his 'real' horn. But most likely some kind of armor or protective covering for the real horn that's hidden in his hair somewhere. This could be a defect he was born with (or you know clone theory it just didn't grow the same way as Beel's horn)
So now Beel is talking in thin air and I'm just like, huh??? And it's more of like him trying to warn whoever it is that he may not the best to look up to after all and how this person should live for themselves.
oh, it's Dre!!! So He's telling him to not count on him because he may not be the one to stop the war?
So he admits to him, that he's not going to sit and try to put himself in his shoes but that Dre should enjoy life instead of living in such sadness all the time.
Dre is very adamant that Beel is the one who's going to end things and that he will protect him. I really do fucking wonder what Belpeghor did because if you catch Dre's screen line, he says that he snuck away from Niflheim iirc or Belphie let him leave. So this is making me wonder if Belphie is a hardass and is rude to his nobles/citizens. Or is he simply overprotective? We'll have to see later.
Dre also brings up that Beel's nobles don't trust him, they just like him. And Beel just brushes it off and calls them idiots
damn Beel okay ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ fuck your nobles I guess
But then we get on the topic of Dre killing our pathetic buff angel to avenge his brother.
And well it's seem Dre didn't like that being casually brought up.
So he mentions to Beel that when he said he would protect him he didn't mean he would deal with disrespect. (I don't blame him for that cause yeah lol Beel is king and all but come correct)
But Beel claps back, by also aiming for Dre's head and warning him that he doesn't like bad manners either so he better watch it.
Damn, real tense up in here. (crying because Bael is still fucking asleep during all of this, he's so tired)
So Beel decides to further explain himself though. That while he may not understand the true extent of Dre's sadness, he is furious and he hates what happened that day and is glad that one of the angels responsbile is dead.
Dre starts to ease up on him, and Beel offers him some tea randomly (haha cute) but Dre has dissaappeared like Batman or something and calls out from the shadows to thank Beel for that day.
So we go back to that day again with Dre. Which every time they show our bois as children I'm just like awh they all look so adorable and it's fun seeing them age because their horns are smaller and stuff, so it's literally how they would work irl too.
But back to the story...
Dre was on the floor, bleeding out and such and then he hears the screams of the buff angel in that moment, who was holding his face because Beel kicked his ass with the whip. And by the time Dre could even manage to make out what was happening, Beel's swarm of flies left.
Yes Beel, yes they do grow up super fucking fast.
I barely remember my own childhood, (well the good things sadly enough) but that was already so fucking long ago....even irl time passes by so damn fast it's crazy.
But seeing that this memory with Dre probably feels like yesterday to the both of them, is just...yeah it's pretty heavy. So much angst. So little time.
So the doorman that guards the door comes in again and whelp both Beel and Dre are gone and Bael is still asleep this entire time lol Like yes, just let him rest, please.
Speaking of which...the next day Bael is awake and pissed off that he missed Beel again and issued a strike (not sure if he means like a literal strike or like warrant/hit on Beel lol) that our bois had to calm him down from doing.
Then it fades to Beel's cheeky little smirk and then it's the fucking end!!!
PHEW so you made it <3 Part fucking five of this event react.
Honestly there was no way I was going to smush this down to only two parts when there's s o much fucking lore and stuff in this and so many places in Avisos to talk about and just idk there was alot to chime in on this time around where I felt I needed to just say whatever.
Recaps of learning about Dre and why he's even in Avisos in the first place, to how our three Avisos nobles interact (Stolas really can't fucking stand Amon it's comical) Nabe being the logical one of the group, but you can see some emotion in there too when he's comfortable. He does give class president vibes and it's cute.
Nabe-Senpai? Maybe? Hm.
And just learning more about Amon and his personality it's just really great stuff for this event. We even get to see Raphael in action and how he really just doesn't give a fuck. Children? Fair game to him to slaughter. True villain shit.
I'm sure the next one is gonna be about Hades though, I have a feeling. Because it would make sense to bring out chapter 5, AND have the next event also give us some Hades lore.
But yes, thank you for sitting with me, vibin' with me, and your lovely admin will see you in the next react <3 ♥( ˆ⌣ ˆԅ)
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Sending a headcannon and I got carried away:
Our Dragon-Parented Dragonslayers needed to learn modern Fioran (or whatever languages Earthland X777 had) after arriving in the future and Natsu's the one with the biggest grasp of it.
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These kids were from 400 years in the past when there was a huge dragon-feud going on. If Nirvana and Dragnof are any indication, multiple civilizations fell during that time and with it the loss of several languages. Whatever language they had been taught (which was likely at least one form of dragonic at the time...because dragon parents), it's probably considered extinct in X777.
But thing is I think Natsu may have been the only one to get lessons on how to read and write Fioran.
Gajeel? He got stuck in Phantom Lord, which (to put it nicely) had a sink-or-swim philosophy towards it's members. He probably picked up on a bit on his own, but likely also struggles reading job assignments and won't let anyone know he is (side headcannon: our favorite linguist Levy helped him out once she found out he was struggling).
Wendy? The kid who first got adopted by a runaway prince from another dimension and then by a 400 year old ghost? I don't think either of them know Fioran themselves, much less could teach it. On the bright side, she probably also knows ancient Nirvit.
The Two Sabergoofs? Same case as Gajeel. Rogue's hit with a double whammy since he supposedly hung around Phantom Lord before getting yeeted to Sabertooth's guildmaster. Though this probably leads to a few complications once Sting is guildmaster and has to start filling out paperwork.
So much to everyone's surprise, out of all of them Natsu - who got seven-years worth of supportive family at the orphan daycare - is the one who can read/write in modern language best.
It's not a unique headcannon by any means but one of my favorites. Thoughts?
Y'see this is what im talkin bout, some good ol' analysis stuff.
I had a post aaaaagggeeees ago (if i find it back i may link it) bout like a crack situation where the team got forced to speak their first languages and natsu n wendy got stuck speaking their og ancient fioran languages and no one could understand wtf they were saying (and they couldnt understand each other neither bcus i had it that they were speakin different dialects of ancient fioran but details.). But i am gettin off track.
I always hc that most of the slayers didnt end up in Fiore when they got shot to the future, itd be kinda boring if they all ended up on the same continent. So Gajeel for me landed in Bosco so he learnt Boscan first as his modern language before he made his way to fiore to learn the language there by osmosis. I think Gajeel as a character especially to me with his spying skills and generally personality is super discerning with his desire to know information. So i think he's largely self taught with everything when he was on his own and knows 2 languages fully- Boscan and Fioran- but his fioran is weaker especially when it comes onto the writing part. And he vaguely knows phrases and terms from a bunch of diff languages.
Wendy landed closer to the border of Fiore and Seven before mystogan picked her up. I'd like to think that the language in Edolas and Earthland is largely the same orally (but it'd have a whole different written language) so he managed to teach her how to speak modern fioran but write in modern edolas. Which was a weird disconnect when the team found out down the line lmao. When he left her with cait shelter she picked up that additional language (which is a purely oral language) and is probs the only person left in modern fiore who can speak it (Levy loves her for it)
Sting got yote to Caelum before somehow making his way over to Minstrel then Fiore, he speaks a weird combo package of slangs from all 3 and he's not fully fluent in all of em (fioran is his best) and sometimes when he can't remember a word in one he'll supplement it with a word from another. He's ironically better at the written languages with them than speakin em.
Rogue met Sting in Minstrel briefly (didnt stick around with each other and then ran into each other again in fiore) but Rogue never picked up on Minstrel's language easily so he only picked up on fioran when he eventually made his way over. He knows brief smatterings and terms from other languages from his time hanging out with phantom lord but is only fluent in just the one.
Natsu's the only sucker who landed squarely in Fiore and was picked up by Makarov who had him fluent enough in speaking modern fiore before he got him back to the guild. He didn't get around to starting him with writing so that was a task for the others to teach and get him up to speed (to varying success. His handwriting sucks ass). I also like to think he hung around a decent amount with Levy when he was younger (he liked listening when she read her stories aloud) so he has a weird mixed bag of being able to read and understand a whole bunch of random language bits despite not actively trying to learn em.
Ok byyyyeeeeeeeeeee
#fairy tail#fairy tail headcanon#dragon slayer headcanon#gajeel redfox#wendy marvell#rogue cheney#sting eucliffe#natsu dragneel#hi hylian i got carried away :]
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Hello! Can I request Fukuzawa Yukichi (BSD) and reader having a date during Tanabata festival? (that includes wearing yukatas, trying festival food, playing festival games, etc.) Thank you!
Hello Darling! My apologies for my absence. I hope you wouldn't mind if I added some....extra spice to your request?
Following the events of the Cannibalism incident and the capture of Dostoevsky, the Armed Detective Agency seems to slowly regain its flow and antics. You can hear the loud noises coming from the office as you walk up to the door, fresh cut blouse and pencil skirt delicately hugging your body, but keeping all your inner beauty intact. As you open the door to the office, you are greeted by the chaos engulfing the room from Ranpo's and Dazai's poking fun, with Atsushi being the victim of their teasing.
"Oi, Atsushi! Have you gotten the sweets from the bakery I requested?" Ranpo demands, as a lollipop hangs from his mouth.
"Not yet Ranpo-san. There is a bit of paperwork I need to complete before I ca-"
"Nay~ Atsushi-kun! Can you please do my work as well? All these dealings with Fyodor and his little schemes have taken all my precious time from napping. Do you mind helping your senior, hm?" Dazai leans his head forward into his arm, giving Atsushi puppy eyes.
"Dazai-san, Kunikida-san specifically instructed you to tackle them. not m-"
"Yeah, yeah. But Kunikida is not here, so I am sure that he wouldn't mind this one time."
"But..."
Before either of the elder men continued their torture on Atsushi, two metal clips were thrown at them, one hitting Dazai on the temple, and the other hitting Ranpo on the forehead.
"Hey! What the hell is your prob-" Ranpo loudly rambled bitterly, before noticing you standing, annoyance plastered on your face. A way of fear covers Ranpo, as he quickly silents his mouth from speaking any further.
Shifting his attention from Ranpo to you, Dazai slips a pleasant smile on his face.
"Good morning Belladonna Y/N-san! You look as exquisite as always. What do we own the pleasure, hm~?"
"Good morning to you too, Dazai. Mind explaining why I am witnessing harassment from the two seniors towards our young member?"
"Harassment? Oh, what a scandalous accusation! Me and Ranpo-san were merely teasing him, right Atsushi-kun?" Dazai turned to Atsushi, expecting him to agree with him. Taking a glance at you, Atsushi muttered, "If you expect me to defend you now, then you need to raise my payment buddy."
A low chuckle escapes your lips at the slow shock that enters Dazai's eyes. Before Dazai could counter with a smart remark, a baritone voice came from behind you.
"I see everyone is being productive today."
Turning your head, you noticed your beloved one standing behind you, a solemn expression resting on his features. Despite going through so much stress in the past couple of weeks, Fukuzawa never failed to look dazzling in your eyes. In fact, you would argue that all this danger for the sake of the safety and survival of the Armed Detective Agency has brought back the youthful danger that captured your heart long ago.
"Good morning President. Still practicing your assassin skills, hm?" You fully turned to Fukuzawa, tracing your eyes from his lips to his eyes, trying to notice the change in his stern look.
"One must always be aware of upcoming dangers. As a matter of fact, the recent events have shown how far the enemy is willing to sick low to fulfill their corrupt plans." Everyone at the office looked at him with serious expressions, the previous light atmosphere turning dimmed. Bringing his hands out of his sleeves to cough into his fist, he continued. "If you have time, please follow me to my office, Miss Y/N-san."
He turned his heel towards the door, walking towards the exit. You peeked your head to the side towards the boys, before glaring at Dazai and Ranpo, whispering, "Please get back to work before I decide to take off my gloves." Both men straightened out before silently nodding. Making fun Kunikida is one thing. Steering the President's mood with pranks is a possibility, but not high. But making you mad?
......................
'Might as well let Yosano heal them for 12 hours or even be a victim of Mori's play dates with Elise.'
Giving all three a smile, you stroll behind Fukuzawa, leaving the office. As soon as you walk in through the President's office threshold and the door is closed, Fukuzawa wraps himself around you. Nuzzling his head into your neck, you can't help but smile. No matter how long you have been together, he continuously acts like a cat, but only to the one who holds his heart.
Though it is known that you and Fukuzawa have been together for a few years, the workplace doesn't allow for public displays of affection. Most people refer to you as big sister or Y/N-san, but to Fukuzawa, behind the closed doors and only under his gaze, his sunshine. With both of you being the "parents" of the Armed Detective Agency, finding moments of intimacy is rare, but they are cherished.
Pulling away his head from your neck, Fukuzawa brushes his hand through your hair, caressing the strands that fall off your side. The look he gives you reminds you of the lovesick look that Hades had toward Persephone, the blazing eyes that hold devotion for you and no one else.
"May I ask something, my sunshine?"
"Anything. You may share and ask anything on your mind."
A small grin grows on his lips at your sincerity.
"It would seem that I have neglected our time together, and with the recent attack from the demon Dostoevsky, I haven't taken time to show you my love for you properly." Taking a sigh, he follows with his speech. "There is a Tanabata festival happening tonight. Would you give me the honor to take you on a date, my sunshine?"
Deciding to tease a bit, you grinned, "You know it's not smart to ask rhetorical questions, right dear?"
Pulling a soft laughter, he spoke, "It would seem that Ranpo has been rubbing off on you."
"What could have possibly led you to such a conclusion Mr. Detective?"
Bringing your foreheads together, with your noses brushing slightly against one another, you can feel his warm breath on your lips, tugging you to close the space and letting your lips dance in a passionate kiss. Deciding to follow your instincts, you closed the gap, and let a smile form on your lips as what a small peck turned into a deep and ravishing kiss. Your hands tug on his yukata, as his brash and colossal hands squeeze your hips, as soft moans and groans escape both of your lips.
You quickly pull your lips before both of you do something unprofessional, letting the whole agency know what kind of beasts both you and Fukuzawa can be once both of you get turned on. You lift your hand to gently grasp his face, memorizing his facial features to your memory core.
"When and where is Tanabata festival going to be held?"
Trying to regain some composure, Fukuzawa answered, "On the outskirts of Yokohama, and 6:30 in the evening."
You lean forward, seemingly going for another kiss. However, only for you to bring your pointing finger up to his nose, "Boop." You whisper.
Taking a step back, you straightened your clothes, walking towards the door. There was so much work to complete and the promise of a date boosted your confidence to get it done quickly. As you pass through the door, you turn your head to your lover, smirking at him. "Can't wait for our date, my love." As soon as you say it, you close the door leaving Fukuzawa shocked and speechless. Only one thought flashes through his mind:
"This woman will be the death of me, I swear."
Getting ready for the festival, you decided to wear your light blue yukata, decorated with sakura petals, making it appear as if an image of flying petals was dancing on your skin. This was a present from Fukuzawa two years ago, as it reminded him of you, a fresh breath of spring that releases his soul from the gruesome past. You wrap a light pink Obi belt around your waist, smoothing out your outfit, and then finishing up with putting up your hair in a bun, with a hairpin holding it still.
Checking that everything looks good, you take your Kinchaku pouch, before taking a step out of your shared room, seeing Fukuzawa waiting for you at the hall entrance by the front door. He was wearing a dark grey yukata, in contrast to his usual green one, with a black Obi belt hugging his waist. As he hears you approach him, he lifts his gaze, only to have his eyes widen a fraction. You feel bashful under his gaze, lower your eyes to your feet, and blush creeping onto your cheeks. Suddenly, you feel him taking up your hand, only to bring it to his lips, placing a delicate kiss on it.
"You look astonishing, my sunshine."
"I should be saying it to you, my dear."
Gently moving your hand, Fukuzawa places your arm through his, locking it in a hook. "Shall we head out?"
"Lead the way!"
"Look, there is strawberry and mango dango milk! We got to try it!"
"Be careful, don't trip, my love."
As people were flooding the festival, laughter and joy began to radiate through every corner of the event. The vibrant decorations of the summer festival peaking in all directions. You can hear the shouts of vendors, excitedly selling their delicious snacks and drinks, children running through the crowd with toys in their hands, and couples taking pictures at the event.
Though you have only been here for 15 minutes, there was one main priority. Food. Get the best and fresh food before it sells out.
"So it seems that you were the one who taught Ranpo how to indulge in food more than activities in the event."
Turning your head back to Fukuzawa after paying for two dango milks - strawberry and mango, and matcha flavor - you returned to him, handing him one of the milks.
"C'mon as a detective, it best to get the freshest clues before they disappear." Fukuzawa took a sip of his dango milk as you continued, "I mean, how else would you explain how I got the best-looking assassin in all of Japan?" Fukuzawa almost choked on the beverage at your comment, with you giggling into your hand.
"You are saying some dangerous stuff, sunshine. You almost had me killed."
"Would that mean that I bested the best assassin?"
"I would gladly let you best me if it means I can see your radiant face first thing in the morning."
Blushing, you turned your head away, "Now I know who taught Dazai to smooth talk women."
Both of you laughed at your comment. You could feel how the world stopped as if only you and him existed in this vast world. The past couple of weeks have been hell for you, as you watched your lover being poisoned and injured, having to fight not only the leader of Port Mafia but also before that, deal with the Guild incident and protect Yokohama all at once. Yes, he may not played the key role in successfully stopping all those attacks, but to everyone in the Agency, he was the pillar that held everyone grounded. Without him, the Agency would crumble and lose hope.
Rather than lingering on sad memories, you grasped Fukuzawa's hand, leading him to gaming vendors, trying to piece the good memories into your mind. You spend the next couple of hours going from one vendor to another, checking out fun games, and trying out new food. Like Takoyaki with Pufferfish inside, which if you two are honest, was something.....unique and unforgettable, to say the least. Or blue cheese bubble tea that almost made you puke from the simple smell of it.
The sky darkened, and Fukuzawa decided to take your hand and lead you uphill, to a clear view of the sky away from the people. As you found the spot to settle down, Fukuzawa hugged your waist, leading your head onto his chest and placing his head on top of yours, as distant cheers could be heard beneath you. You let the silence befall you, enjoying every moment as the silver moon glooms above, lighting up the world in diamonds.
After some time passes, you break the silence, "Thank you for taking me for a wonderful date. I loved everything about it."
Fukuzawa hums in response, "I am glad I could make it up to you, sunshine. I know that times have been hard on us, but..." He raises his head, looking down at you with pure love in his orbs. "I am thankful that you are willing to stay with me despite everything that has been thrown at us. Please know that even though I put my years of assassination behind me, say the word and I will raise my sword for you in the blink of an eye." Feeling the seriousness covering his voice tone, you look up to him, a small smile gracing your lips.
"I know." You sighed. "Only you can keep my heart from losing its warmth because it's now your heart and I have yours."
Staring at each other, you let your bodies speak the words your mind can't capture properly. As your lips touched each other like ghosts, a booming sound came from in front of you, signaling the fireworks show starting up.
Truly a magical moment to end a good day and a great date.
From this point, NSFW material. Proceed with caution.
Just because you can see each other briefly every day, exchanging soft kisses here and there, doesn't mean that your bodies don't crave something more. Something primal. Something that blossoms the core of pure lust and desire in the human body.
Deeping the kiss, Fukuzawa trails his hands down to your supple breasts, grazing and massaging them in a rhythmic pattern. As you felt his hand pull on one of your breasts, you moaned, opening your mouth wider, only for Fukuzawa to let his tongue trail your mouth, licking every craving that he could. Slowly, he brings back his mouth, only sucking on your lower lip. Almost automatically, you raised your head giving him access to your neck, allowing Fukuzawa to lead a trail of wet kisses from your jaw to your collarbone. He licks a few spots on your neck, before pressing kisses on them. Each causes a moan to escape your lips.
Raising his lips, he whispers, "Such a silky skin, soft to the touch, and all mine. Would you mind if leave an essence on myself for every day I left you by yourself?"
You knew that this was his way of asking for your consent for him to continue. There was already throbbing hardness brushing against your thighs, such a veil creature should not exist, but your cunt is getting wet from upcoming sensations Fukuzawa's cock is going to send through your body. You whimper, stutter laced in your voice:
"Ye~...y-....ye~s"
"You have to be a bit louder, kitten. I can't hear you over the roaming of the fireworks."
You muster all the sanity in your being before saying, "Yes. Please make me feel every inch of you in my body. I-I... beg you to fuck me till I can't walk without feeling you every step I take for the rest of my li-"
Before you could finish, Fukuzawa plunges a finger into your warm bottom lips, and wetness coats his finger, as he moves it in and out. A gasp leaves your lips, shivers spreading across your spine.
"Oh, it seems my kitten has been aching for me to properly fuck her senses out."
Fukuzawa pushes you gently on the ground, making sure you are comfortable, before proceeding with his ministration. Adding a second finger, he digs in and out, slowly curling it inside, until scissoring your insides. Your body is shaking from the pure adrenaline, as you feel yourself reaching your peak. Sensing it, Fukuzawa leans forward to your ear, whispering, "Let your pussy cum with sweet juices. But..." He picks up his pace roughly, "Only when I tell you, kitten."
The pressure was beginning to build up, until the pool of tears began to leak from your eyes, silently begging for Fukuzawa to let you cum.
"Since it's been a while since we did this, I will let you release. Now," his rasp voice deeps with lust, "Cum for me like a little slut you are."
And on that cue, you let your pussy come. Gasping from the pressure that was there inside your cunt, your high slowly dissolving. Until, you felt Fukuzawa shift his position, with him stationed between your thighs. He let out his pained and hardened dick, as it twitched from the relief of no longer being constrained by his underwear.
No matter how much you have fucked together, you will never get used to his size. He pumps his length, letting some friction coarse through it, before looking into your eyes.
"Are you sure you can handle it, sunshine?"
Nodding your head, you brought one of your hands to his cheek, caressing it gently. "I trust you to take care of me. I am all yours."
Shaking his head in acknowledgment, Fukuzawa pushed himself slowly into your pussy, making sure that every inch of you isn't lasting in pain for long. He knew that at first, it would hurt, but as you slowly adjusted to him, he proceeded to push forward, until every inch was inside your pussy. Letting your walls properly wrap his length for thirty seconds to fully grasp him in your insides, you softly muttered:
"You can move now."
Fukuzawa began to move in and out of you in a slow rhythm, ensuring that your body was feeling more pleasure than pain. As your body began to crave more friction, you grasped his back, digging your nails into his back, signaling for him to speed up. Taking the cue, Fukuzawa let his hips rock into you with stronger force, pistoling your insides to the point of making you squirt from immense pleasure. Feeling him getting close to releasing, he repositions you onto your knees and hands, moving aside your yukata to the side so he could have a look at your juicy round ass.
Following your request to make you feel him with every step you take, Fukuzawa knew that in this position he could hit your G-spot at the perfect angle, increasing pleasure that would travel through your body.
"Yukuchi~ I am going to cum! Please, I need to deeply inside my hungry pussy!"
He fastens himself, smashing and rearranging all of you inside, making your whimper and moan, like cock lover you are.
He mutters under his breath, "On my count, kitten." You rapidly nod your head.
He starts, "Three."
You continue, "Two."
And as the peak was seconds from spilling you sync your loud moan, "One!"
Semen explodes inside your clit, creaming all of your warm and stretched walls, till not a single drop is spared.
As both of you try to catch your breath, you move your head up, leaning your lips to Fukuzawa's. With your lips parted, there is only one question that lingers in both of your minds:
Another round?
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omg this isn't a request or anything but could you imagine Azris babysitting Toddler Dahlia for a day 💀
THEY WOULD BE STRESSED.
Lucien would smugly hand her over to eris in such a sickly sweet tone that is far too sarcastic to have any good intentions and then just run away
While Eris looks at the child in his arms, so confident that he's got this since he has so many siblings. I feel like Azriel would be the type to have no experience AT ALL and probs poke the Dahlia and then get his finger bitten off.
(many lives were lost that day)
Lucien just winnows into Eris' office, holds up his daughter and is like "Do you wanna babysit your perfect, sweet, innocent little niece?? Of course you do!!!"
Before Eris can even get a word out Lucien is pretty much shoving Dahlia into Eris' arms, goes on for a moment about how easy she is to take care of then bolts out of the office.
Dahlia is giggling and babbling in his arms, Eris is like "Well then, just you and me little one."
Azriel shows up and is like "Wtf???" And Eris is like "This is my niece aka our niece and we are taking care of her today."
Then Dahlia spots a shiny breakable on Eris' desk and is immediately like, "Gimme!"
Eris, being super responsible, goes, "No, no that could hurt you if it breaks."
Dahlia looks up at Eris, and in the most serious voice a toddler can manage, says, "Gimme."
Eris says, "No."
Claws are out, there is screaming, there is crying, there is blood, there are bruises and there are tears. Azriel runs to the nearest corner and is hiding, while Eris is cursing and trying to tear this tiny ball of furry fury off of him.
Eris only manages to calm Dahlia down by lighting a nearby chair on fire, and ofc Dahlia being the chaos gremlin she is, is immediately like, "ooooh fire!" And forgets all about the shiny breakable.
So now the fear of Dahlia has been slapped into Eris and Azriel.
And the day is full of chaos, Eris still tries to say no and teach Dahlia she cannot get everything she wants, she does not take this very well.
Azriel is hiding from behind a chair, whenever Eris brings Dahlia into the room, Azriel either leaves or gets as far away as he can.
Then Dahlia is overtired, which means more outbursts and more destruction.
And then Azriel decides, 'I don't know anything about children, but when I was a kid, my shadows sung to me to calm me down and I'm desperate, so let's give that a shot."
So from the corner of the room, Azriel is hidden in his shadows and starts singing a lullaby. And Dahlia hears it and is like 'Interesting... this pleases me.' And she goes to sleep.
Eris is incriedbly indignant that Azriel was the one to get her to sleep so he hands Dahlia over to him and is like "You know what, you deal with her."
Azriel then does paperwork with Dahlia asleep in his arms, whenever she starts to fuss he hums under his breaths and she falls asleep again. Azriel is now smitten with his niece in law (Is that what she would be to him??)
Anyway, then Dahlia wakes up and is alight with energy and tries to bite Azriel in the wing.
Thankfully around this time Tamlin shows up to collect her and is like "Alright thats enough time to go home."
Tam has now developed a system for Dahlia, cause turns out all that biting and lashing out is because she's teething really badly. So, he shifts antlers, puts her on his head and Dahlia immediately chews on them and is happy again.
Then Tamlin's like "Thanks for looking after her, I know she's a handful!"
And off he goes.
Eris is now slamming his head into his desk because, of course, of course, of course it was teething!
Though when Dahlia is 200, she still likes to affectionately bite people so maybe it wasn't just teething :D
#this would be hilarious tho#so chaotic#so full of fun times#the fun times are really only for dahlia#azriel is still smitten#even after she bites him#who wouldn't be?#acotar#pro tamlin#tamlin#lucien vanserra#pro lucien vanserra#eris vanserra#pro eris vanserra#azris#tamcien#tamlin's daughter#acotar headcanons#acotar au
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