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demonpiratehuntress · 2 months

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Hi, I want to ask something, have you seen the tik tok trend where there is a couple, and the girlfriend does the dance with the song 'everytime we touch' and the boyfriend just stands there giving their reaction. Can you please make some reactions from one piece characters (Ace, Sabo, Zoro and Law)? Thank you for reading this. Hope you have a nice day🌹

hello! i haven't seen the trend because i don't have tiktok, but i did look it up for this request :) also i don't know a thing about Sabo because i haven't met him in the anime yet, but i have read a few things about him so i'll try. i hope he's not too OOC but if he is im sorry!

also i don't do AUs so the song will play from a dial like the ones in Skypeia :)

taglist - @kabloswrld

everytime we touch

featuring - Ace x F!Reader, Law x F!Reader, Zoro x F!Reader, Sabo x F!Reader

summary - the ask :))))

warnings - slightly suggestive???

ZORO

Zoro has reached a point where he fully believes that he is used to your pranks and shenanigans. He thinks that there is no way you could surprise him now, because he thinks he knows every trick or shenanigan you could pull.

But he eventually finds out just how creative you can be when you pull him aside from training one day in the crow's nest, saying you have something you want to show him. He's definitely not prepared for what he sees next.

"'Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling..."

An unfamiliar (to Zoro) song starts to play from one of the dials you picked up in Skypeia, but your boyfriend recognised the voice because it belonged to a famous singer you liked to travel to islands to just to see.

"Babe-"

And then you start.

Swaying your hips and moving your body to the beat of the song, Zoro's eyes never leave your figure. He's mesmerised by the sight in front of him, and he'll deny it vehemently but a light blush dusts his cheeks as he watches you move. He's never seen anything like this, but he's sure he only ever wants to see you move this way - and he only ever wants you to move this way for him.

His eyes are wide and his lips parted slightly by the time you're finished, and he looks like a fish gaping for air. You giggle, and that apparently snaps him back to reality because then he growls and grabs your waist, roughly pulling you against his body.

"Do it again for me baby, but this time without the clothes."

ACE

Ace had just returned from a long mission and you wanted to show him just how much you missed him. You had a song recorded on a dial Ace had gifted you for your birthday - though how he got it you had no idea. But anyway, you prepared a little dance for your tired boyfriend, feeling only slightly guilty about pulling him away from dinner so he could see it before he KO'd.

"I promise babe, you're gonna love it!"

He offered you a sleepy but still goofy grin as you tugged him along to your shared room, "I know, baby. I love anything and everything you do."

Blushing at his sweet compliment, you closed the door before turning to him and began your dance. Ace's eyes immediately shot wide open, all sleep disappearing from them as he drunk in the sight of you moving that way before him. His jaw dropped, stunned for a moment before his eyes regained that familiar mischievous gleam they sported for almost every hour of every day.

"Babe, you never told me you could move like this," he smiled, though he immediately joins in when he's over his initial shock.

He is definitely the type of boyfriend to go along with this kind of thing and even add in his own moves, just to watch you giggle and tell him that's not how you do it, and just to watch you repeat it for him so he can drink it in over and over.

"I'm sorry babe! I really don't get it, show me again?"

LAW

Law absolutely does not stand for your shenanigans. Every time you try to trick him or prank him or otherwise do something that will annoy him, he will 'room, shambles' you into another part of the submarine. Which is why you have to get rather creative with your methods of showing him certain things.

"Captain! There's something wrong with (Name)!"

Law was up and out of his chair before the bear could blink, racing down the hallway at the speed of light to find you. However the ruse was quickly revealed to Law when he walked into the dining area and saw you were okay.

"(Name)-ya, what-"

You cut him off by standing up and beginning to dance for him, after pressing play on something behind you. Law felt like all the air had been knocked out of his lungs, as he gazed at you moving so mesmerisingly. For a while all he could do was stare, his body stiffened up as his eyes went wide and just locked onto your moving figure, never once leaving it.

That's not to say Law didn't like it. He did, he very much did, but he was so awkward that he didn't know how to properly react. This big nerd just blushes an insane amount that you all have never seen before and just stares at you. He feels like his own body forgets how to move, and for a while all he sees is you. You are the only thing filling his vision, and with your movements he swallows thickly.

"(Name)-ya...you are absolutely stunning but this is something that should be for my eyes alone."

SABO

Sabo is a very busy man, you know that. He's got a lot of responsibilities and an equal amount of duties to the Revolutionary Army, so he barely has time to just relax and have fun. You're pretty sure he doesn't know how to, but you're slowly helping him with that. And today is no different, because today you have a surprise for him.

"Hey baby, do you have a moment?" You walk into his office without knocking, something you got away with - most of the time.

"Of course, what do you need love?" The blonde answered, without even looking up.

You sighed, "For me to answer that, you need to look up."

He stopped what he was doing then, his eyes drifting up to meet your figure. As soon as you were sure he was looking and wouldn't immediately dismiss you again, you pressed play on the dial and started to dance as a song started to fill the room.

Sabo dropped the pen he was holding as he watched you, his eyes widening and his heart hammering. He swallowed thickly, leaning back in his chair to observe you as you danced. Several emotions flared within him, but he was unable to tell which was more prominent. However, he knew one thing for sure, and that was-

"Love, you're absolutely amazing you know that?" Coupled with his cute smile, the compliment almost had you tripping up.

"Yeah?" You smiled when you were done. "You liked it?"

He grinned and stood up, walking around the table to snake his arms around your waist. He pressed gentle kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, and your neck, the kisses getting slower and more sensual with each change in place.

"I think like is too weak of a word to describe how I felt about that."

#one piece #op #one piece x reader #one piece x you #zoro x reader #zoro x you #roronoa zoro #ace x reader #ace x you #portgas d ace #law x reader #law x you #trafalgar law #sabo x reader #sabo x you #one piece sabo

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spacelazarwolf · 10 months

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Hey, I saw a post from another tumblr user that you are a Zionist and spreading false info about Jewish people being excluded from pride parades and I don't know what a Zionist is (they just said it was nationalist) but I enjoy your blog and wanted to ask you about it directly to understand better whats going on if thats okay? Im not anonymous in case you want to privately answer or tell me youd not want to discuss. 💕

first, i wanna thank you for being respectful about this, and for asking this off anon. this tells me you're asking in good faith, so i'm happy to answer.

i've had to state numerous times on my blog that i'm not a zionist bc people love to slap that label on any jew they disagree with, which is exactly what's happening in this situation. they disagreed with what i said about a lot of jews not feeling comfortable at pride because of the pervasive antisemitism in queer spaces, and several queer events banning the jewish pride flag because it "looked too similar to the israeli flag" and decided that made me a zionist. it happens a lot bc ppl know that that word is very taboo in activist spaces, and labeling you a zionist is a surefire way to get you kicked out of a lot of progressive circles. interestingly (said with a huge dollop of sarcasm) this rarely happens to gentiles.

zionist is also a pretty useless word for determining what someone actually believes, because depending on who you ask their ideologies can range from "i think that jewish people should be able to live in the land that is currently israel and palestine alongside palestinians and other indigenous groups" to "i think that only jews should get to live in that area and we should kick everyone else out." and as you can imagine, there's lots of people like me who agree with the first statement but vehemently disagree with the second. it's become somewhat of a dogwhistle, to the point that alt righters popularized "zio" as a slur, which was then picked up by leftists (because there is also a huge problem with antisemitism in leftist and non palestinian gentile-dominated antizionist spaces.) one of the events i mentioned in the first paragraph deleted a tweet using this slur.

the person you're probably talking about also claimed that i, a genderqueer trans man, am a misogynist, because i said that jewish masculinity is very culturally different from white masculinity and that i find a lot of comfort in it. they cited a bunch of problems with misogyny within the orthodox community, despite the fact i'm not orthodox or even ashkenazi. what it boiled down to is that they disagree with the takes i have on anti transmasculinity, and they needed something else to pin it on.

so in the future, if you see someone accusing a jew of being a zionist, take everything they have to say with a bucket full of salt and do as you did with this ask and go ask the person what they actually believe. sometimes you'll find their beliefs actually don't line up with your morals and you can unfollow, but the vast majority of the time you'll find that they just said something someone didn't like and it was the easiest way to discredit them.

in general, i don't share my opinions about zionism/antizionism on tumblr because that's not what my blog is centered on, and also i oppose the expectation that jews should have to disclose our opinions on zionism in order for gentiles to determine whether or not we are worth listening to. i also have a lot of thoughts abt how the focus on anti-anything makes it easier for activists to weaponize that activism against marginalized people, but that's an entirely different post.

anyway, i hope that answers your question, and i will probably pin this ask somewhere on my blog since i have been asked this a few times now and it seems unavoidable since ppl just won't drop it.

#ask avishai

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crownebula · 9 months

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actually i left it in the tags in a previous post but i think i am going to point it out in its own post.

being a man does NOT mean being dirty.

being a man does NOT mean that you are greasy, smelly, and use 13 in 1 and don't wash your ass.

and it was fucking WEIRD to see that perpetuated, even jokingly, for a long time. and probably still is in certain spaces. i left a lot of circles because of the vehement anti-transmasc shit i saw on there. and you know what? you joke about something enough times youre going to believe it, whether outright or not. and if not you? someone who is constantly exposed to it.

I WAS dirty right after i figured out i was transmasc. but it wasnt because i was transmasc on its own. it was because i was depressed. so incredibly depressed i couldn't bother to get out of bed a lot of the time, let alone have to look at my own naked body in the shower. and that depression was WORSENED because i was in spaces that acted like being a man is gross. being a man means being dirty, and violent, and the implication that trans men are getting rid of the good part about them by leaving womanhood. i am STILL wrestling with that.

comparisons to transmascs and transfems making the transmascs gross "gremlins" who are insane and the transfems are feminine goddesses who can do no wrong is hurtful to BOTH communities. Transfems don't HAVE to be feminine and gentle and sweet all the time. They can be loud and dirty if they want to be. And transmascs can be as quiet and pretty as THEY want to be. because none of it should be a sign of a true man or woman to be those things.

im rambling. cutting to the chase, that was fucking weird of you people. i hope to the gods i never see that shit again.

#transandrophobia #trans masc #literally. theres so much shit that bothers me with my experience and because this is MY blog i can complain however the hell i want.#one thing at a time though

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fatuismooches · 5 months

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i have been silent but that does not mean i have stopped thinking about dottore

based off of some fanart i saw, im like. 99.9999% sure zandik rarely heard any nice stuff said to him n i dont know why but i just. imagine this in my head. its such a tender, vulnerable and soft moment where zandik, probably akademiya or early fatui days, fits himself between your legs as he wraps his arms around your waist. his head laying comfortably on your thighs as he sits on his knees. its a moment that shows his trust, you know? allowing himself to be small before you, a rare act of submission to your love as your fingers play with his curls, palms warm and soothing as you cup his cheek. n' u just tell him things that he struggles to believe, like how he's so beautiful, and that you care about him, how he deserves to be loved even though he's perceived as a monster. and i dont know, but i wanna gently raise his head by his chin, softly smile at him and say "zandik, you're a good boy." because i know no one has ever ever said that to him, not even his parents.

healing his parental issues frrrr 💪💪💪 IS. IS THIS WEIRD??? IDK IT KINDA SOUNDS WEIRD BUT I DONT KNOW, IN MY HEAD THIS IS JUST. EVERYTHIN FOR ME.

this is just how i imagine zandik, honestly I DONT KNOW WHY BUT THE FANART I SAW FUCKS ME UP AND I WANNA CARE FOR HIM AND PAMPER HIM AND MAKE HIM FEEL THINGS NO ONE CARES ENOUGH TO MAKE HIM FEEL.

i want that boy to be treated like a pretty girl by taking him out on romantic dates and writing him love letters he's 100000% gonna keep, laminate and immortalize. i want to treat that boy like the fragile thing he is, hold him in my arms and kiss him so so gently.

ITS DRIVING ME NUTS.

oh yeah. totally not projecting onto zandik. NOPE. nuh uh. totallllyyyy....

THAT MENTAL IMAGE YOU'VE GIVEN ME... oh my gosh. i am so soft right now. Sniff sob... Zandik being so open and vulnerable in front of you :( OH EDBEWDWE HIM IN THAT POSITION IS MAKING ME CRY HE'S SO CUTE... you have no clue how you managed to get him to be so submissive but you're not going to say anything nor are you going to squander this opportunity. You're not even sure if he's comfortable like that, sitting on his knees but... he seems unbothered and quite actually, content with nuzzling his face into your thighs, having your hands run through his fluffy blue hair soothingly. For once, he is almost eerily silent, instead of being all fight and rebuttal all the time, as he doesn't seem to have a smart answer for your gentle words this time. It's new to you, not him vehemently denying your statements, but you're going to take advantage of it, holding his cheeks and kissing him all over, whispering in his ear softly but firmly about how much you love him and everything you love about him, and that you always will.

CALLING HIM A GOOD BOY... i am on the floor in a puddle and sobbing. Kai your brain >>> peak. But it makes me so sad to know that Zandik's literally never received any kind of positive form of affection all his life 😭 Not even his parents... like fuck I'm in pain for him. It took reader SO long to even break his first wall down (he has like a dozen probably) because of how poorly he was treated by the people who were supposed to "love" him :( he just really needs some love :( i think after a really long time, Zandik would come to really crave your appreciation sometimes. Like, he doesn't make it obvious or anything, but he'll do something like perhaps deal with some fellow scholars without snapping at them, or anything he doesn't really do in general, and look at you expectantly if you haven't praised him yet. Because you're the only one who has ever praised his efforts.

HE DESERVES TO BE PAMPERED SO BAD 😭😭 ugh i know Sumeru is mostly hot and you two can't have any cold bundled up days over there but. i love the idea of you two snuggling and sleeping in one morning. Both of you know you're gonna be late for class, but you're like, fuck it we're skipping. And Zandik scolds you, but he's making no effort to leave either! So... you two just stay in bed cuddling as you pamper him (you definitely were the big spoon quite frequently back then here 😭) Slow and lazy morning as you wash his hair and body in the bathe 🥺 breakfast that you made as he looks over his notes 🥺

Bro i can't even imagine Zandik's reaction to you trying to treat him like a pretty princess 😭 Even when you two are dating he just doesn't understand :( why do you go so far for him? What he gives you in return is far less than what you provide for him... he just doesn't understand, but it seems like you're wholly content with everything the way it is so... he won't let you go.

#smooches talks #moots: kai <3 #dottore love notes <3 #that image is the exact representation of me as well #AND DONT WORRY THIS WASNT WEIRD AT ALL!! i love it *hugs u* i will come and wrap u up in a blanket burrito myself #again this is zandik learning that not every relationship is transactional

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arcielee · 1 year

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Wait So Long

Summary: You are trying to surprise your boyfriend and it does not work out like you had planned. Pairing: modern Aegon Targaryen x FemaleReader Word Count: 2279 Warnings: Implied sexy times, but this is purely fluff. Author’s Note: Here is another part of my series-that-isn’t-really-a-series. This is a collaboration piece I did with the darling, talented @f4ll-for-you ♥ Her work is amazing and I cannot thank her enough for her help with this piece! And a shoutout to my amazing beta reader @foxee-d-or. Taglist (my Tumblr kindred spirits): @aaaaaamond @sirenofavalon @annikin-im-panicin @watercolorskyy @schniiipsel @aspen-carter @aemondx @fan-goddess @babygirlyofthevale @randomdragonfires

“Yeah, I know, Cree, but I keep telling you and Jace that I fucking suck at this game,” you heard Aegon whine into his headset, animated with his hands and wielding the controller as an emphasis to his words. “And, yet, I still play with you all, only to be verbally abused by you cunts-” his eyes rolled over and he saw you.

One of the many things you cherished about your relationship with this man was his ability to read you like a book, to such a degree he seemed more aware of the emotion you were feeling before it registered with yourself. Aegon moved in a fluid motion, beginning with the words, “Hey, I’ve got to go right now,” before he tore off and abandoned both the headset and controller on the couch; he pushed from his seat and moved towards you, his brow furrowed with concern.

Then you felt it, the tears that spilled from the corners of your eyes and bunching your lashes together. You did not know when it started, perhaps the frustration that had been building since you first took on this contract role, something you have been adamant about six weeks prior.

In the beginning, you saw his hesitation, but you coaxed him into believing it was a good idea, and in theory it had been. You promised him this job would allow you to polish your portfolio and you promised to quit that customer service role you currently worked. You explained your excitement to finally do something with your damn degree and how you could use the extra money to upgrade your equipment.

“I can buy you new equipment, though,” he had argued and you vehemently refused, continuing on about your independence, how this was your career, your passion.

And he listened to your every word, watching you in a way that was so uniquely him and you loved him for it: the slight tilt of his head, how his lips pursed together when he was not quite yet convinced, how his lavender eyes moved back and forth with your presentation.

“Only four weeks?” was all he had asked when you were done. You swore yes.

Now you were on to your seventh week, dealing with a client who was unhappy with everything you presented, with their ceaseless revisions that kept prolonging the contract; yes, the pay was nice, but you were unsure if it was worth your sanity.

In truth, you did want to utilize your degree and this opportunity would allow you to be rid of the customer service role you had since uni, to finally transition to remote work life. You also had an ulterior motive: a gift for Aegon.

He had always spoiled you and you loved him for it, but you were also frustrated that any gift you managed seemed to pale in comparison. “Babe,” he laughed the one time you tried to bring it up to him, “I’m a fucking trust fund baby. Just allow me to pay it forward, since you have already done so much for me as it is!”

This only made you all the more determined to contribute, as meager as your income seemed prior to this contract, but Aegon never breathed a word of complaint, other than he hated you being away from the apartment you shared.

It was the selling point. “If I take this, I will quit that job,” your tone honeyed and your eyes doleful. “This way I can work at home and be with you.”

But also, you desperately wanted to buy him a dog.

The idea came from his friends, Jace and Cregan, when you had a moment alone to press them for an anniversary gift for Aegon. They hemmed over their words and finally Jace mentioned getting him a dog and Cregan nodded enthusiastically.

“He sends us clips all the time,” he continued. “Specifically a golden retriever.”

You squealed your excitement at the possibility to outshine your boyfriend gift wise. “This is perfect! There is no way he can top that!”

They had exchanged looks, but said nothing.

Fate presented itself with a text from Cregan, letting you know his half-sister’s dog was pregnant from a dog park mishap, which also happened to be the same dog that began Aegon’s fixation on them. You texted Sara immediately and she offered your pick of the litter, letting you know her dog was about five weeks along.

It felt like everything was falling into place: the contract job would finish a week after, you could take Aegon to choose his pup, then go to Cregan and Jace’s apartment to collect the pet paraphernalia you had been hoarding there.

There was a moment when Cregan stopped by to grab the royal purple collar and leash, that Aegon happened to return home sooner than you planned.

Your relationship had a rocky beginning, but through his rehabilitation came an unwavering trust between you both. You considered yourself lucky to have Aegon as your boyfriend in that regard; there was no hint of jealousy when he found Cregan at the apartment, but his confusion was apparent when he saw him holding the leash and collar.

“I was showing her the collar,” his friend stammered. “I bought it for this…girl I am dating-uh, fucking,” Cregan had a white knuckled grip and you watched Aegon for his response.

“Uh,” he narrowed his eyes on him for a moment. “That’s good for you?”

Cregan was quick to leave.

Sara let you know the puppies had been born but that was four weeks ago and you were three weeks extended into this contract with the most unpleasable, nit-picking cunt clients. You wanted it to end; you had already sneaked away to pay the pet deposit and all that was left was to bring Aegon to be surprised by the litter, but instead you received your umpteenth email of revisions needed and it would damn you to another week of this never ending misery.

At first, you felt confident when you accepted this contract; you always had a knack to gauge colors, pigmentation, and you were software savvy to pick up on whatever the client was using. The interview left you feeling like they would value your expertise, but instead the weeks whittled away at your self-confidence, having you second guess your every attempt to begin this damnable career.

You thought to quit it all and just accept being spoiled by Aegon.

“Hey, pretty,” you heard Aegon coo and it returned your attention to the kitchen. He was rounding the counter and moving towards your spot; you worked here because the lighting was what you wanted and you appreciated how it overlooked the living room, where the curtains were drawn and allowed whatever sunshine was available to pour in.

Aegon would crash onto the couch when he knew you were at the end of your workday and you liked looking up from your laptop screen, exchanging glances with him.

“What’s going on?”

His arm wrapped around your shoulder and you allowed your head to fall to his chest; silent sobs of your budding frustration wracked your body. You felt him tuck you under his chin, wrapping both arms around you, with the whisper of, “Come on, sweet girl, I know you need to cry, but remember to breathe…”

The tears eventually subsided and he pulled you from the counter, bringing you back to the couch. He pulled you into his lap and held onto you still, while he hummed one of the many songs he seemed to have on repeat in his mind; his singing, his musical talent was a newer habit he discovered during his rehabilitation and was something you adored, along with his sobriety.

When he finished his chorus, you pulled back from his chest and he reached to grab your chin, turning your head to meet with his eyes.

“Quit the fucking contract,” he repeated, time and time again. “I will pay you whatever they will pay you and you can stay right here in my lap, but, you know, without the tears. Perhaps lingerie instead? It would be purely professional, of course.”

Your laughter felt groggy from your tears and he moved his large, warm palm to wipe your face dry. “Aeg,” your voice cracked, but you could not help your smile. “I’m gross.”

“Yes, you are,” he agreed with a smirk, wiping his hand dry on his jeans and moving to your other cheek. “Quit these cunts, they do not deserve you.”

“But…” and you faltered for a moment, realizing it was best to come clean with your true intention with the job. “But I also wanted this because I have a surprise for you.”

He groaned, falling back into the couch and pulling you against his chest. “How many times must I tell you that I already have everything I want,” and he wrapped his arms tight around your waist, nuzzling into your neck. “Must you make me repeat the cliches? That your presence in my life is present enough? That you, pretty girl, are my gift?”

You giggled and squirmed from his hold, the stubble on his jawline tickling your neck. You pulled back to look into his beautiful eyes and his wide cheesy grin on display. “I know, but I wanted to something more, give you something you really want-”

“I am dead serious about my contract opening,” he dead-panned. “About the pay and the underwear.”

You looked at him, his smile so contagious, and leaned forward to capture his lips with your own. His fingers combed through your hair, holding the back of your head; his lips felt warm and soft against your own, his beard growth tickling still. You giggled and he moved to rub his face against your neck again, goosebumps rippling over you.

“But what about a puppy?”

He stopped his movement and pulled back to take you in. “That was the gift?” The excitement bubbled in his voice, his eyes bright as they looked over you. “You were really going to get me a puppy?”

You nodded, smiling from his reaction. “Sara’s dog had a litter and I already paid all the fees, I have been getting the supplies, then we would go and pick you out a new furry friend…”

His hands cupped your face and he pressed a kiss to your hairline, then tilted your head back to find your lips again; you melted against his chest. “This is why you have been working this shit job?” He pulled away, his tone accusing. “I have been absolutely heartsore watching you slave away for these ungrateful swines who cannot tell the difference between azure or cerulean-”

“...you couldn’t either when we first started dating,” you remind him with a grin.

He held up a finger. “True, but if I hired a brilliant graphic designer, I would listen to your expertise and learn.” You blush and he sighed, pulling you against his chest for another hug and it was your turn to sigh, loving how well you fit against him.

There was a moment of silence and he continued. “A dog is a big responsibility and I would need your help,” he leaned forward and pressed his lips against your neck. “I am also not a fan of the stress they have been causing you, your anxiety has been in overdrive since this contract keeps being extended…”

You sighed again and he shifted his legs, catching your chin to bring your eyes to meet with his own. “I know you want this for your career and I will support whatever you choose,” he began, his eyes wide and watchful, the hint of a smirk to his lips. “I feel I must repeat myself and let you know I will happily fund you to be my perfect girl.”

You cannot help but roll your eyes, but giggled knowing that he would actually pay you to be a homebody, if it meant he got to be around you all the time.

The evening was spent with your laptop off, your notifications muted, and cuddled up with Aegon while watching some TV show you had been binging together. There is comfort being curled up, a pleasant warmth shared that inevitably lulls Aegon to sleep and you listen to his soft snores.

You were careful to pull away, creeping towards your laptop and reading the emails missed; not one included a thank you for your effort shown thus far, or any indication that your supposed contract would be over any time soon. Rubbing your eyes as if it would wipe away your frustration, you decided you had enough, that there were other jobs, other opportunities, and you didn’t deserve to be treated like this.

After pressing send on your resignation email, you slammed your laptop shut and felt a mixture of relief and worry wash over you. The sound caused Aegon to stir, his sleepy eyes barely open. “Babe?” he sounded confused, almost delirious.

“After careful consideration I have decided to accept your offer,” you joked, doing your best to mark the worry that brimmed beneath.

Aegon smiles, your words registering and waking him up. “Wonderful,” he breathed, pulling you in and sprinkling kisses over your face. “We start tomorrow with picking up our puppy,” and he giggled in a way that made your heart swell in your chest. “Then, we have to pick out a uniform…”

You giggled and grinned with how he suggestively wiggled his eyebrows, feeling a sense of relief washing over you and letting you know that you made the right decision; you could trust that, together, you would figure it out.

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gingerjolover · 6 months

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Wait would you like to share more thoughts on the boys and their commitment styles 👀

i would be happy to pretty anon! sorry if it is jumbled or messy, as always we can discuss!

i am 1000% going to contradict myself, like yes i FULLY believe these but i am not opposed to writing/i currently have marriage-related fics in the works. I also want to write an addition to this where it's their love languages 👀

phoebe - gives me married vibes all the way. maybe it's because she was previously engaged, i just feel like she loves with every fiber of her being and i can't imagine her with someone for a long ass time and not committing herself to them like mind, body, and soul without govt documentation lol

i think way before you're engaged, you would already be maxine's mama or second parent, there's no way you wouldn't be building a home together. she strikes me as a lover who just wants to share things with you. she's involving you in the care of maxine, in decisions in the home, she's involving you in her career whether it be on the album or on a tour, she's including you in her friend groups and it just gives like chosen family/little family vibes.

again, i think she values commitment, and not in such a traditional way where she like needs to be married to feel connected but like she just loves waking up and knowing that she's your wife. IDK i could be wrong about this i just have her in my brain really valuing your relationship, but enough that if you were against marriage, she would happily be engaged forever or even just be your life partner contentedly.

lucy - i have moments where im like yes, lucy is a WIFE but other times i feel like she is so vehemently against tradition in the way that you don't need to be married for her to be committed to you. i think if you were against marriage she would be fine, If you really wanted to be married I think she would do it without a shred of doubt. I imagine a scenario where you both aren't sure but maybe there's like some perks of being married legally. like i feel like if you DID get married, it would be for like tax purposes which i know sounds so fucked but it would be so funny she would definitely lovingly call you her beneficiary, but i don't think she would do a courthouse wedding, even for legal reasons she would love a small ceremony with your family and friends and it would just be a whole vibe.

rn i think she has roommates in Philly (go birds), but as i write her often i think she also values a home base and regardless of how long you've been together, she would be building a home with you and like taking into consideration your style and interests and making you comfortable. i think apartment hunting with her would be so cute! she is such a deep thinker and i think her opening up and letting you really know her and her quirks in a way that maybe only a few others know her would be her way of committing to you. Like waking up, rolling over, and realizing that you know everything about her and love her anyways would mean more to her than a wedding ring.

julien - same with lucy, sometimes im like yup she wants to be married in a small backyard ceremony in the fall and she's wearing a beautiful suit and your guys' dog is the ring bearer and lucy and phoebe sing for you both and it's not a religious ceremony, i think it would just be all vibes, like no pressure just truly a celebration of your love and commitment to one another.

other times i think she is not going to get married but she is buying yall a house and taking you to places in the world you've always wanted to go and getting your initials tattooed on her ring finger and tattooing your name over her heart or writing a song where the title is just your name and its about unfiltered love and gratefulness. she is obviously (like all of the boys) so loving, she loves the boys so much, she has a great outlook on life now (that speech she made where she said the boys gave her her voice back had me BAWLING) and like all of them, i don't think she NEEDS to be married to show her commitment. Julien, in my mind is a very small actions everyday type of lover, like yes, the tattoos are grand gestures, but she's playing your favorite songs in the morning or washing your hair when you're tired, she's making you your favorite meal when you're sad, and she prides herself on knowing you so well that she can just kiss you in the right places and know she doesn't have to put a ring on your finger for you to know she loves you.

#anon cutie #boygenius #julien baker x reader #lucy dacus x reader #phoebe bridgers x reader #boygenius blurbs #boygenius x reader #i have no evidence #this is just my brain #i am only a girl

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discodreaming · 6 months

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May I please request headcanons for Sora, Riku, and Axel dating a famous female singer and reacting to her performing on stage with a male singer that she’s close to?

characters: sora x reader, riku x reader, axel x reader

genre: modern au / famous au

content notes: female reader ( afab reader ), like a smidgen of jealousy and insecurity

AXEL

truth be told axel is out here vibing bc god damn that's his girl up there in that sexy outfit and singing like that!

his eyes are completely on you and you alone

he likes your friend... kind of... a smidge maybe he's on thin ice with axel some days but he gets along with him for you

now throughout the times you guys are like pressed together he's like filled with so many mixed emotions like he knows it means nothing but it's also like excuse you??????

( bonus ramble: axel to me is probably gonna be like god my gf is fucking hot while watching you move in that outfit and sing bc lbr here he's a bit smug bc he does know you're gonna go home with him after this. he just doesn't like your friend sometimes with how touchy he does get with you, like sir back up?? he ignores that when he gives you the biggest fucking kiss back stage )

SORA

sora is dramatic but he's not gonna ruin your night or performance over it

sora can't help but both think you look so damn good but also can't help but like rolls his eyes whenever you guys get close to each other

it's this one who is sulking about the performance

sora would have much rathered you two be pressed close that way bc he can't help but feel that little green monster rearing its ugly head

( bonus: sora is torn between sulking and excitement. he denies being jealous so damn vehemently when you ask him if he's jealous and this boy is like laughing and denying it a bit but you can see how his cheeks flush and how much of a LIAR he is and he only starts to sulk when you tell him he's such a liar when you kiss his cheek but that's okay bc he's over it real quick as he's suddenly very !!!! and just all out praising you while touching your hands and some of the clothing to just be !!)

RIKU

he does not like your best friend he will not like your friend but he believes you in him being a friend so he's cordial

he legit just needs to get to know him he's riku

he's jealous, he's angie, but god damn if he's not gonna stare at you the entire show

now he's like not usually clingy but for this imma say he is just slightly at your back while u talk to ur friends

( bonus: an unbothered ( very bothered ) king as he gives your friend a smug look over your head when you run to hug him once he reaches back stage. every ounce of jealousy and irritation melting away instantly as he hugs you tight in his grip and land a big kiss on you as he praises and hypes you up in his own riku way as he showers you in kisses )

authors note: im ngl it's been a while since i wrote for them so i genuinely apologize if it's like N o

im also apologizing bc it took me so long to get out I'm sorry

#axel x reader #lea x reader #sora x reader #riku x reader #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts x reader #x reader #fluff #angst #kingdom hearts fluff #kingdom hearts angst #not really #reader insert #female reader #reader #kingdom hearts fanfiction #kh #kh x reader

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hi i'm still here :) those things about fandom denying theorizing about jonsa just bothered me heavily since fans accepted almost every theory under the sun but hypothetical j0nsa is where they draw the line they accepted curtain of light theory and 3 heads of the dragons saving the world for years before a hypothetical cousin marriage/bethrodal that ties a lot of plot threads and themes together and resolves so much of the missing plot pieces from the show, i might not personally like it cause of the incest implications but im also consistent with hating all jon's incest ships and still keeping an open mind about j0nerys and j0nsa on a storytelling basis but j0nsa is a theory that intrigued me so much because it did make sense from the drafts,the fact that sansa will end up at winterfell with the vale army by the time jon wakes up and changes into who knows what (again fans straight up ignoring which stark is actually the closest to winterfell will never not make me laugh) to the many gothic literature and historical references george takes to especially the ashford theory thats so unavoidable i call fans extremely blind for being this in denial that it might happen as a plot point and since aegon is most likely going to be busy with dorne/cersei/dany or euron and most likely die in the south (rip son) i highly doubt sansa will tie into his plot unless thats the last targ suitor she's supposed to be betrothed with and again its kinda a big nothing theory to me cause sansa going south would be repetitive and its already been debunked with the AFFC draft leaks unless aegon wants a claim to the north which again im pretty sure he'll be engaged to arianne for martell points and allyship (also her being engaged to a secret fake bastard heir was already done with joffrey and it being completely reversed with j0n feels more complete as an end point to that theory/arc there's no way george would pass that up).

i also don't think this is all jon and sansa have to offer as characters,its what bothers me with other ship fans as well i like them as separate characters and i also feel like looking at the story, if it were to happen i don't believe it would be a fairytale romance or ending or be anytype of normal relationship, i might even be completely wrong and j0nsa might never come up (also feel like george would be wary of doing this now when media literacy is at an all time low but fandom toxicity is high as the heavens), both sansa and jon fandom theories have been through a rollercoster over the years im just happy that fans finally have theories that actually makes sense storytelling wise and not something for wish fulfillment but bias still runs amok in the fandom unfortunately and it still clouds a lot of convo about the characters and plot theories

sorry for rambling in your inbox again

Hello :3 nice to see you again

anon can I call you soulmate anon because every sentiment you’ve portrayed here is exactly what I believe too! I like jonsa too because it’s v compelling and it has good evidence to back it up, but I’m really iffed up because of the incest too. Well not because I’m a pearl-clutching puritan but because it’s not fair to Sansa tbh, as a teenaged girl in a deeply patriarchal society. If she’s the girl in grey who runs away to Jon for protection, it’ll not be as a friend who’s seeing another friend after a long time, it’ll be because she wants protection from her brother. Then comes in the question of her claim to Winterfell. If she marries Jon to smooth out the inheritance crisis, the North would still belong to Jon & not Sansa. They will not be equal in that marriage or as the lord and lady of Winterfell. However, there are far, far too many indications of a jonsa match, textually and subtextually, which I am right there with you anon, are so compelling! It would only be a blind man to not see them. And the fandom collectively vehemently denying jonsa is v funny to me because it sounds so much like

“Do you believe women are humans?”

“Yes”

“Do you believe women should have the same rights as men?”

“Yes, absolutely!”

“So you are a feminist.”

“Eww, no.”

Like, the text is glaringly pointing at something with air raid sirens and neon red lights, but what could it mean, hmm 🤔 Like c’mon guys my cat could figure out what’s going on at this point.

Though, I do believe that the Ashford Targaryen suitor could be Aegon VI for Sansa. While a lot of people believe that Aegon will marry/betrothe Arianne for that Dorne support but that doesn’t make sense to me because

1. It’s like Sansa would marry into the Tully family for support to take back the North

2. The Dornish are already burning to avenge Elia

3. Arianne is the heir to Dorne in her own right (and has had major plot around that), marrying the next King of the 7 kingdoms hardly makes sense for her.

BUT Aegon & Arianne’s plots are barreling towards each other and they very well might just get married to secure another plot point that I cannot think of right now. And I know that Aegon is doomed and Arianne survives (George, pls or else 🔪🔪) so that’s another reason why Aegon & Sansa can’t happen. And Jon being the Targeryen suitor holds so much more literary weight than a rando who has never had an impact on her or her emotions or her plot (apart from your brilliant points). Also, no I am not debating the “Dunk disturbed the Ashford Tourney so Sxn/dxr is the one for Sansa” because we’ve debated to death that even being granted the title of Maid does not mean anything like a betrothal in Westerosi society or has negative consequences (r + l & that whole war it started). Also, just because Dunk got in the middle of the Tourney does not mean that he got the girl in the end. Hope that helps. Moreover, Dunk’s asoiaf corollary is Brienne not sxn/dxr, so by their logic, briensa ftw!!!!!!!!!!

Anon, the way everyone ignored the affc outline just because it showed something the Sansa fandom had been (rightly) theorising for years now has me rolling on the floor 😂 the denial, the denial is so strong with these people, even the “neutrals”. Don’t even get me started on the BNFs. If something like this were leaked about xrya or dxny, it would have been front page news that breaks the asoiaf fandom containment lol.

Stark closest to Winterfell and takes north! C’mon now anon, don’t give these people a heart attack.

Yes well, there have been one too many people in this fandom (as is common in any other fandom *cough* jxnxryas *cough*) to reduce the characters to the ship but the block button is my lord and saviour. Shipping is so that we can bring out the best (or the worst) character traits in the people we’re shipping, not to water down the said character traits.

There’s a chance that jonsa doesn’t happen in the books or happens just in the subtext or whatever, and I’ll be fine with that as long as the stories for both Jon and Sansa have satisfying and empathetic progression. Though I would terribly like for it to happen just to dunk on the haters and the BNFs and the “skeptics” lol. I am trying to be a better person these days, but pettiness is my second daughter 🤪 and to add to this point, if jonsa doesn’t happen, that still won’t erase the heavy foreshadowing we’ve been seeing in the text till now. If some other ship had the Ashford theory, the Byronic connection, JONnel Stark marrying a girl named xrya or an ancestor Sansa Stark marrying a -whoever- in their lineage, the plot satisfaction, the narrative parallels, the textual connection, it would be considered canon by now. But no, since it’s Jon x Sansa and that is still somehow a pretty strong contender for breaking all your ships, they will close their eyes and call it a crack ship. Baby a crack ship is me and Oscar Isaac or Sasuke and Taylor Swift. But if Sasuke and Taylor had all of this evidence, it would, once again, be considered canon. Sigh, just take your Sansa hatred elsewhere man, we’re not in 2006 anymore.

Dude, I found older forums/metas a while back and there is nowhere that Sansa was mentioned w/o sxn/dxr. Sxn/sxn was just a given. It was canon, it was always going to happen and that’s just so reductive tbh. I’m v v grateful that the meta and fandom spaces (maybe just a small corner but that is enough for me) have evolved so much through the years otherwise I would get beaten here every day. It’s still toxic as hell though, with the level of trash metas that will give early asoiaf fandom a run for its money and at one point you just want to scream- you all realise that these are books, right? and we’re the readers! you’re not dxny or jon or tyrion or even fleabottom ragpickers! none of this is real 😭 i should not be coming here, armoured and with a sword, to defend my fav characters, i should be having fun here and exchanging stupid ideas 😭 but asoiaf fandom remains asoiaf fandom however well the ways of hating may have changed.

But please, always ramble in my ask box anon. I love reading your thoughts and it gives me a chance to ramble as well :)

#soulmate anon #anon asks t #jonsa #anti sansan #the rambling option is open to everyone btw #long post #don’t look

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the agents are cool and definitely not capitalists and i very like them.

great now ive got your attention So the limn is obviously a series of *ahem* unfortunate events. well its fucking with the world. its making all these "anomalies" so to speak happen.

what the fuck is the limn?

sydneys resurrection!

was oddities, space and time, and general fuckery rampant in memories from before he was ressurected, as dictated by memories (sydney is known to manipulate retellings of circumstances and such but for the sake of this, lets assume he's completely truthful), which we know from the transcripts were somehow distorted or lost as stated by the agents ??? NO!!!!

at the beginning of each transcript, it startes with something like "audio data from ...source... on day 900andsomething". now now now now. between october 2018, sydneys death, and june 2021, the beginning of the end (haha get it), theres approximately 900, or the same amount of days as there are in the day-900. just further evidence. do the math if you really want unfortunately i dropped out of math and will not be doing it.

the agents record this information because its significant. because its what theyre investigating.

SO. theres 5 agents we know of:

agent 1 - just a guy. read the chnt wiki :]

agent 7 - the guy writing the descriptions if we're to get all meta

agent 23 - the silly i love her so soso much

agent 15 & agent 16 (tony 1 and tony 2 my beloveds)

agent 15&16, or the tonies as everyone knows them by, are frequently seen delivering CONTRABAND goods for jedidiah's little project.

-----based on what we can infer, the episode descriptions are written AT THE TIME of the episodes canonical place in the timeline.

now....................... chnt is vehemently anti-government. lucille is vehemently anti-government. contraband goods are obviously... well, they're contra-BANNED haha im funny by the government. so we can infer that the agency is seperate to the government. but why then are they providing jedidah, or ENTITY1, the materials for his project? although in my own personal theory/hc, i do think the agents are seperate to the actual government, which i firmly believe will be the overarching 'antagonist' of the series as a symbol of oppression and such

its contradictory, see? the government bans necromancy. theres HUGE propaganda about necromancy--they push the line that its impossible way too much for it to just be a bit.

but now, that its possible and theyve seen it in action and theyve seen the shit its caused... theyre in on it.

but basically: the limn has shattered reality (as made literal in the shattered sky in the clock of meantime)

i dont know how to word vomit my thoughts in a legible way. ill add to this or edit this post if i come up with coherent thoughts. i genuiely feel like im grasping at straws and like red string and polaroids and shit. my heart is palpitating and everything why am i so worked up about this im so sorry

please please please talk to me. send me your theories, nitpicks, additions, anything. im actually losing my mind

#chnt #camp here and there #camp here & there #ch&t #kfy stream of thoughts chnt super awesome cool tag

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jadededge · 1 year

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Double Trouble || Jookyun

Pairing: JooKyun x Reader

Genre: AU, Romance, Smut (eventual)

Rating: M

Summary: Jooheon and Changkyun are an inseparable duo. They do everything together, and dating was no exception. You see them all the time and silently pine but eventually meet them and things progress from there.

Basically reader and her two boyfriends. Smut. Fluff.

Wattpad | AO3 (will likely always update these 2 places first)

Navigation: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

You saw them often. So often that you started to think about them outside of the weekend. Though not your friends, you ran in the same circle as the treacherous twins. Jooheon and Changkyun. The two were a well known rapper/producer duo and youngest in a collective called MX. They were not actual twins or brothers, but it was rare to see one without the other, and both were known to be trouble (hence the nickname). They were perfect.

You admired their work and how they conducted business. They frequented the same clubs and events as you. This provided you a good opprotunity to ogle them from a distance every weekend. A double edged sword however, as you'd quietly wish that you were going home with them instead whatever guy you were into at the time. Your friends have started to tease you, and have even threatened to ask a friend of a friend to introduce you. You, of course, vehemently tried to dissuade them. No way you could actually talk to them.

During the week, you'd find yourself daydreaming about being with them. This only fueled your desire to reach the weekend in the hopes of seeing them again. And without fail, there they were.

This particular weekend was different. You were in a private room of a lounge for a small party with friends and acquaintances. "Of course they're here." You groan inwardly when you notice the pair but you know you're excited. Your body was tingling at being in the same room.

The evening gets started and you soon forget they're there as you catch up with friends. After laughing at a joke your friend Kim said, you casually glanced around and that's when you noticed him staring at you. Joohoney. You moaned to yourself. Both of them clouded your mind, but he was the absolute object of your desire.

He smirks at you and leans over to whisper to someone, his eyes never leaving yours. You now recognize that is Changkyun as your view of him was blocked before. You glance away just for a second and when you look back they're both looking at you. You quickly looked away and put yourself back into the conversation in front of you.

Next thing you know, they're walking up to your group speaking to a mutual friend. And you feel the room spin a little. You down your drink.

"Sam! What's up man?" Jooheon reaches out to shake your mutual friend hand.

Sam looks back recognizing his friends. "Oh shit what up dude. What up IM." He daps both his boys up and they come around taking seats in the area. Jooheon perched next to another moot across from you and Changkyun sitting in a seat to your left.

You're so nervous to be this close to them you don't even notice Kim squealing next you. But soon conversations ease back in.

"I'm going to get a another drink, want something?" Kim gets up and winks at you. You're silently cursing her for attempting to leave you alone next to Changkyun.

You inwardly groans but concede, "yeah sure. Another whiskey." She walks away with your orders.

A bit of time passes which was probably just a couple of minutes but felt like years and Changkyun turns your way and leans over a bit and asks, "whiskey huh?" He smiles. "What kind?"

"Oh nice, I'm drinking Hibiki" he says looking at you a bit sideways. He has taste, you think. "I'm Changkyun. You know, I see you around quite a bit but im surprised this our first time meeting." He stretches his hand out for yours.

"I'm Y/N." Putting your hand in his, and you never wanted him to let go. You couldn't believe Changkyun knew you, or well, at least had noticed you around as much as you did them. You quickly gathered yourself and responded. "Oh yes, kinda hard to believe considering we both know Sam."

You couldn't see it but Jooheon was frequently glancing your direction. He was sure his brother could pull this off. He smiled at the thought.

"Oh yeah, Sam is such a deadbeat friend." He said loud enough to pull Sam's attention.

Sam turns around, "I'm a what??"

You chuckle. "A deadbeat." You say loudly to him.

"Why haven't we met her yet?" Changkyun ask.

"You guys don't know each other?" Sam says genuinely surprised. He's quickly pulled away by someone calling for him across the way not sparing you two another look.

You roll your eyes and chuckle. "Typical."

"So Y/N, would you like to come Fantasia with me and Jooheon? Our other brother runs that club and got us in special VIP tonight. We'd like to get to know you more, since our dear friends can't be trusted to do introductions." Changkyun straight up asks.

Your mind is reeling. He keeps saying "we" and I don't want to ditch Kim. "Um-" you glance around and your eyes meet. You see her giving you a thumbs up and points to a guy buying her a drink.

You look back to Changkyun and give him a "sure."

"Excellent!" He chirps turning to look at Jooheon and beckon him over with a stare.

Joo moves over to Changkyun's other side and sits throwing his around the back of the couch. "Everything okay?"

Changkyun is looking at you while responding, "everything's perfect. Y/N was just agreeing to come to Fantasia with us." There's a hint of mischief in his tone.

Jooheon, now also staring at you intently hums, "mmm." As if tasting something. "Y/N. That's a pretty name. I'm Jooheon. Obviously you've already met my Changkyunnie."

Changkyun groans, "come on. Don't call me that in front of her." Jooheon ignores him and pinches his cheek.

You chuckle at their banter. They are quite cute together. "Nice to meet you Jooheon."

"Let's get out of here." He declares standing and stepping over to help you up. Smiling at you with those killer dimples, you grab his hand and stand. He gives you a good look up and down and bits his lip. You're happy you wore your most killer little black dress. "We're going to have fun."

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gothmiqote · 1 month

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Who gets up the earliest? Who has the worst sleep schedule? Who is the sleepiest?

What’s their opinions on PDA? (idk how to make the numbered list go away im so sorry)

(lmao honestly that’s why you’ll catch me replacing them with bullet points half the time. love that uncooperative post text editor.)

Who gets up the earliest? Who has the worst sleep schedule? Who is the sleepiest?

You’d probably think they’re in some type of unspoken competition for who has the worst sleeping habits. They both sleep regularly enough—prolonged stretches of being awake aren’t exactly recommended in their line of work. But the approaches to this are… questionable, to put it mildly.

Varha is dead-convinced that she’s at peak functioning when she sleeps every other night, 48 hour-ish periods in between. If she pushes herself to the cusp of exhaustion, she doesn’t have as much trouble actually getting herself to close her eyes. She wants to enjoy sleeping, really, but she’s unfortunately prone to some upsettingly hyperrealistic dreams (not always necessarily nightmares, but those happen) & she doesn’t find she ever really wakes up feeling particularly rested or emotionally good. After a few days of forcing herself to be awake though, she knows she’ll drop off into a heavy sleep for about 10-12 hours, and it’s less likely for her to wake up in the middle of the night. That kind of messes with her; falling back asleep is never a quick thing.

Estinien’s approach is to sleep for shorter periods at a higher frequency. He’s a light sleeper, and can usually only sleep for four, maybe five hours at his most exhausted anyway. If he does wake up in the middle of it, he doesn’t have nearly as much of a rough time falling back asleep if he wants to, but it’s also not as big of a deal if he doesn’t—he can make up for it over the course of his day. He does dream, but they’re significantly more vague that hers are most of the time & often forgotten by the time he’s up again. Is he well-rested? Well, kind of. He’s at least not entirely adverse to closing his eyes if he needs to, and doesn’t like to put it off if he can help it. He still doesn’t enjoy it when he wakes up before he planned to, though. But he wakes up alert most of the time & doesn’t need that extra hour to be ready to face the world, he’s basically good to go as soon as his eyes pop open.

Considering all this, you probably can’t really quantify who gets up earlier between them. Technically, she is up before he is, but only because she never went to bed. On the other hand, he’s up before her on the nights she feels like sleeping, but only because he’s probably slept & woken up after less than an hour three times over the course of the night.

He thinks her sleeping habits are insane, point blank. He gets the reason why she’s like that, because he’s also seen the distress that comes when she does sleep—but he still refuses to believe it’s her body’s “natural rhythm,” despite her claims otherwise. This can be mostly blamed on how dead on her feet she tends to look in the last few hours leading up to her passing out, combined with a shorter fuse & a noticeable increase in emotional sensitivity. She vehemently denies all of this & insists no one can actually tell when she needs to sleep.

They don’t exactly fight about it, but it’s not uncommon for him to get a bit irritated with her insistence that she’s fine either. He knows what intentional sleep deprivation looks like, his past self having been quite familiar with that particular form of self-harm. (She’s gotten better about the way she reflexively treats herself, but old habits die hard & she’s skilled at justifying it to her own mind.) It’s cliche, but at lot of her issues get mitigated if not on her own. It doesn’t even have to be sharing a bed with him—even the presence of a friend in the same tent is a balm for anxiety. If a fellow Scion is looking at her & insisting it’s time to turn in, it’s very possible to see her breaking her ‘natural schedule’ after some light resistance. She can dress it up like she’s doing them a favour somehow, making it easier in her head.

Estinien gets to take a more direct approach than subtle negotiations, though. For one thing, he’s absolutely capable of picking her up & just... Placing her on the mattress if need be. Which he does sometimes, just for fun. The second part of this is knowing exactly how much she enjoys cuddling & how easy it is to trap her that way. Alright, fine, she’s not planning on sleeping until the next night. But he’s going to bed now & would very much appreciate it if she humoured his request to at least join him for a bit, no, she doesn’t need to sleep, but relaxing for a few hours surely won’t hurt? It works every time; she usually ends up drifting off too.

Varha's come to the conclusion that the Echo is at least partly to blame for her problems. There's nothing to support this beyond her own theory, but it makes enough sense to her, especially since the dream settings aren't always familiar to her. She's also long since determined that there's nothing prophetic in them. If these are real events, they've already passed. It's at the worst in the weeks following Endwalker's events, when things are winding down & she's finally able to release all of the stress she's been holding in her body. Yes, she's exhausted & sleeps more consistently in that month than she probably has in years, but once she plateaus past that initial drop, the interruptions begin. She'll routinely wake up from a dead sleep, disoriented & completely convinced that they've somehow failed, or someone got left behind. She's never been more grateful for Estinien's ability to rouse himself into full consciousness in a handful of seconds than these moments, instantly providing warm, physical grounding & simple verbal reassurance. She doesn't need much, just someone who sounds stable & like they're got a better grasp on reality than she does to tell her everyone's fine, everyone is safe, she's allowed to rest. He generally loathes having an excess of downtime, but he refuses to let her deal with this alone.

What’s their opinions on PDA?

Answered a bit here.

To reiterate, they're pretty alright with it to a certain point. The biggest thing is whether or not the time and place is appropriate for it. If it is? PDA is just going to happen naturally. It's never really anything grandiose, but they like to maintain some form of physical contact in most settings (e.x. casual gatherings are whatever, the war table feels thematically incorrect--professional environments are a 'no' 99% of the time) & there's nothing wrong with a kiss. He's definitely working with a bit of a possessive streak, which she honestly enjoys & doesn't discourage. She likes being held; she likes to be reminded that she's loved. It's not that she gets inundated with offers once she becomes more known to the public, but she likes to think that his obvious presence at her side is part of the reason why.

Neither party is inclined to make verbal statements of affection, which automatically makes it less awkward for everyone involved. He's just... not good at it if he's actually trying. Don't get me wrong, Estinien has absolutely said some things to her that were so unexpectedly sweet she still gets flustered if she thinks about them now, but none of those statements came from him actually attempting to get that sort of reaction--they were just his honest thoughts in the moment. And for Varha, the idea of being verbally affectionate in public actually makes her want to peel her own skin off & roll around on the salt flats until death takes her. Self-awareness is the killer here, she can't get out of her own head long enough to be earnest around other people (wheedling the vulnerability out in private is somewhat easier. Somewhat).

For them, touch/pda serves to replace some of the verbal aspects found in other relationships. No need to stumble over your words when a squeeze of the hand will do.

asks.

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floorbe · 2 years

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hihihi!!! May I request the sdr2 boys with a s/o who's the traitor? I require my daily dose of angst : )

Also, May I be 🌅 anon?

fs fs! spoilers under the cut// also im deciding that the traitor helped with the murders in this case for extra angst lolol

Hajime Hinata

-“Wh-what? That can’t be true! They wouldn’t... they would never!”

-Tries to deny it until the unavoidable evidence is shown, or you confess

-He tries to defend you by saying it’s probably blackmail at first, but if it isn’t, he’ll never forgive you. Point blank. You helped all of your friends kill each other

-“How could you do this to us?! After all of the trust we put in you! After I put in you!”

-He can’t help but feel so, so angry at you. Or maybe at himself for not realizing sooner...? For not being able to convince you against betraying them?

-If it was because of blackmail, he still can’t help but distrust you afterwards. He’ll defend you and help convince others, but he’ll always feel that doubt in himself, and he hates it

-Noticeably angrier and apathetic after the ordeal, whether it was blackmail or not

-Expect your relationship to be put on pause indefinitely

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

-He knows you’re lying about something, but he really doesn’t like the answers he’s coming up with in his head. So, he denies everything in his head. He knows a liar when he sees one, though

-When it comes out that you’re the traitor, he jumps straight to defending you, cursing out everyone around you two and battling down every accusation

-The more he hears their arguments, the more he doubts himself, and you. All of those times you sneaked off, that you very obviously lied about something... it starts to make sense to him, but he refuses to believe it

-Once you confess he immediately shuts up. He won’t cry, but you can see the twitch of his eyes and fingers, signalling that he’s very close.

-He’ll be silent the rest of the trial, only letting out one “Why?” before he avoids your eyes the rest of the trial

-Even if it was blackmail, he still can’t believe that you would not only lie to him, but help that fucking bear in this fucked up game.

-He avoids you like the plague after the trial, no matter what you say to him. It’ll take something huge, like you or him almost dying, for him to talk to you again

-Even still, his trust in you is forever broken

Gundham Tanaka

-Denial, denial, denial. He refuses to even entertain the idea until it’s right in front of him, and even then...

-His dearest Y/N? No, no! Never! How dare anyone even consider the possibility!

-...Until you’re outed, or you confess. Then he shuts up in pure shock. He sputters out a few weak denials, but spends the rest of the time silent, staring through you

-All of this time... you were working with Monokuma? Helping to kill your dear friends? He thought he knew you. He trusted you. He loved you.

-If it turns out it was because of blackmail, he comes back to his senses slightly, and tries to cover it with his usual bravado while defending you again.

-Still, the fact that you helped kill some of his friends, and were going to keep doing it? How long until you killed him?

-He breaks up with you after the trial. He can’t stop looking at you and thinking about how you might’ve killed him next. He has nightmares the rest of the game and is inconsolable, and he feels intensely guilty about it.

-Maybe if he had seen it sooner, he could’ve stopped this from happening.

Kazuichi Souda

-By far one of the most emotional. He denies it like his own life depends on it

-Even when you confess or get outed, he’ll still deny it vehemently. He even starts tearing up in the midst of the debates

-He breaks down when you finally confess, stuttering out broken pleas of your name and asking why

-If it was blackmail, he immediately goes back to defending you, stuttering out “S-see?! Th-they wo-wouldn’t- I-I knew-!”

-Insults anyone who goes after you, even jumping in front of you to argue with them

-It doesn’t really set in until after the trial. He freaks out hard, wondering just how many deaths you had helped planning, how many you planned to do in the future...

-Were you planning on his death, too?

-Once he gets that into his head, he can’t stand to be in the same space as you for a while. He has nightmares about you now, and he feels awful about how anxious he is around you

-Your relationship ends without any words, and he’ll never look at you the same again, no matter how hard you try

Nagito Komaeda

-Nagito is a very, very smart man, and perceptive. He probably suspects you within the first few days, and it hurts. Whether he finds it hurts because you didn’t tell him or because he doesn’t like how you’re helping... well, he doesn’t really know

-He figures it’s some sort of blackmail, but he can’t be quite sure. He’ll poke around really subtly and figure it out for himself before anyone else

-Either way he’s on your side until the end. Nagito is very dedicated to you and simultaneously very unstable and dedicated to hope during this killing game. It’s difficult to tell which he cares about more sometimes.

-Even still, he won’t sell you out until it’s absolutely necessary. You’re still his lover. He cares about you, traitor or not, potential for a hope step ladder or not.

-He’ll help you out with your jobs, even if you don’t ask or tell him to. You’ll find him “accidentally” helping in the beginning when you don’t know he knows

-He helps you stay alive when others figure out you’re the traitor. He’ll lie for you, he’ll kill for you, manipulate... all to keep you safe or to keep the battle for hope going? It’s hard to tell when he gets that look in his eyes...

-All he wants is for hope to prevail. A traitor is the perfect way to test the hope of your friends, right?

Nekomaru Nidai

-Probably the calmest out of everyone. He takes a moment to be shocked and yell before taking a moment to calm himself down

-He wants to jump to conclusions and be angry, but he reigns it in. He doesn’t know the full story. He’ll save his anger for later. He’s very good at regulating his emotions when needed

-Scarily calm when questioning you, but his eyes are more intense than you’ve ever seen them

-He’ll snap if others get too into accusing you and insulting you, but he tries to keep it under wraps. He can’t blame them, though

-If he finds out it was blackmail, relief floods his body, and you can visibly see him relax a bit. He focuses on that.

-Even though he’s defending you to other people, he can’t help but think of his dear friends that he lost... just how involved were you?

-He ends up breaking the wooden stand in front of him thinking about them. Your relationship is put on hold after this revelation. He can’t stop how angry he feels when he sees you, even if he can try to calm himself, he ends up snapping at you

Teruteru Hanamura

-He honestly suspects you a smidge before it comes out, but he denies it to hell so much that he convinces himself it isn’t true

-He can’t help but doubt himself late at night, though...

-“Wh-wha? No, no, no! Y-you’re lying! They wouldn’t ever do somethin’ like that!”

-He becomes nigh unintelligible when you’re accused, hurling insults at everyone non stop until someone (you) shuts him up

-He’ll immediately start sobbing if you confess. He trusted you so much, you were his sweetheart! His everything, the one person he could go to... and you... helped this? This whole thing?

-If it turns out it was blackmail, he’ll thrust right back into defending you, even if you’ve officially broken his trust

-He’ll distance himself from you heavily after it comes out, even if you show that it wasn’t your choice, but deny it if you confront him

-Every time he sees you, his dead friends flash through his head. Were you in on those deaths, too? Was he next before everyone found out?

Byakuya Twogami

-Another one who knows before it’s revealed. If anyone knows how to pin a lie, it’s him

-He’ll confront you about it as soon as he’s sure, and he’ll make sure to keep it empathetic and understanding. There’s no way you did this out of your own volition, right?

-If you come clean and admit it, he’ll protect you the best he can. As long as the reason is because of blackmail, at least

-Honestly even if it isn’t he’ll have a hard time letting you go

-He’ll lie and manipulate others to keep you safe for as along as possible. He doesn’t like manipulating his friends, but he will for you

-He’ll defend you the second that it comes out in public for everyone else

-Stays by your side almost all the time after everyone knows to keep you safe

-He feels hurt that you didn’t tell him at first, but he understands why. He’ll be a bit more reserved for a while though, and he grapples with how he feels about you a lot

-On one hand you’re hurting everyone else, but did you really have a choice...? He really hopes you didn’t.

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farmerlesbian · 11 months

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hey im following up on your "lesbians and genderweird people" post.

do you also include people that are men as a part of their multi-gender expression? say a bigender person that is a woman and a man at once?

idk im probably thinking about it too hard but im just trying to wrap my head around it. just looking for straight (hah) answers about specifics. which i also see is a little futile cause gender is weird.

sorry if this line of questioning is uncomfortable to you.

anw i hope you have a good time and happy pride

thank you for actually asking haha instead of just jumping to big sweeping conclusions! 😅🥴

also happy pride! 🌈🧡💜

honestly i don’t know any bi-gender people! at least i don’t think i do haha i don’t ask every person i meet the details of their gender. so i don’t feel comfortable making any claims about them especially big sweeping claims.

to me, i cannot envision being comfortable being into someone that is aligned with manhood, in whatever way or terms they choose to use. for me, if I was, I would need to seriously consider whether the label Lesbian is accurate for me.

I think if someone is encountering this in their relationship, they should navigate it on an interpersonal level. by that I mean, figure out the labels and how to handle it as an individual for yourself and with the bi-gender or multi-gender person. Instead of on a like macro level “let’s define what Lesbian means” sort of deal.

I don’t believe that when talking about “Lesbianism can include attraction to nonbinary people” I am saying every nonbinary person. I’m saying it can include some nonbinary people. those who are cool with it and it makes sense for! not every person is gonna be okay with it, or does it make sense for, of course. nonbinary or genderweird or whatever term, they are very broad umbrellas and describe a wide variety of gender experiences.

It’s also important to keep in mind that people can describe their experiences for themselves. Different people are going to define their labels in different ways, sometimes in ways we disagree with. It’s important to be able to differentiate someone describing their own experience and defining things for themselves and defining a term broadly for everyone. And I mean this when seeing what other people are saying and also to keep in mind for oneself.

Hope this answers what you were asking and is helpful and makes sense! Also, remember that this is just my opinion and my position. I’m not like declaring this as a universal truth, I’m not the president of the lesbians lol. different lesbians will define their lesbianism for themselves. I can handle that even if I vehemently disagree lol

#ask farmer lesbian #mod alfalfa #anonymous #🥴🥴🥴#i don’t understand why some people are so upset about all this #it’s really not that wild to say lesbians are sometimes into people that do not fit in the binary #and also lesbians aren’t into men. period.#idk why that is so upsetting to hear …#sapphic and bi and queer and pan and wlw and gay and probably more!#are all great and beautiful terms and communities #i love all my rainbow family #we’re all still family

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Fluff what if mammon befriends luke at first just trying to get in Good terms with MC but after while he starts to care for the young angel and starts to treat him as though he was his brother Even starts to be protective of him IM SORRY BUT I LOVE THESE TWO BABIES

Luke; From Mammon’s Perspective

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OH MY GOD BUT WHY DOES YOUR IDEA FIT MAMMON’S BIRTHDAY EVENT SO MUCH??? THIS IS HONESTLY SO GREAT, HAAA-

Mammon would just be jealous of the attention you give Luke but he’s too much a softie to actually do anything lmao

Thanks for the request, I’m happy to provide Mammon happy hours ft. Luke because they’re both amazing 😔

Characters: Mammon, Luke and mentions of the brothers and nowdateables though they’re not all that involved

Warnings: None besides some mild cursing and some vague descriptions of gore

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“Oi! What’s the chihuahua doing here?!”

You didn’t even feel the need to turn around and acknowledge him before you answered, keeping your eyes fixed on the batter you were mixing and on Luke as he fussed around the kitchen. The way he moved around strongly emphasised the decades of experience he’s had in the baking industry and compared to you, the young angel really seemed like a professional. Actually, he became so focused on his tasks that he opted to vehemently ignore the demon that just marched into the room, despite giving him an obvious and nasty glare from his position near the oven. Normally, Luke would take any opportunity to snap at the inhabitants of the House of Lamentation but today, he didn’t seem to be as bothered by their goading.

“He’s here to help me make a cake.”

“For what?”

At that, you did turn around, temporarily abandoning your work so you could face the second born and furrow your eyebrows at him in confusion because you did not expect this level of ignorance coming from him. Then again, Mammon always had a way surprising you at the weirdest of times so maybe you should’ve seen it coming, “Simeon. Mammon, we had a whole conversation about this just a couple of hours ago? I know you have a selective hearing problem but-“

“Yeah, yeah, I remember that.” He huffed out, crossing his arms and scrunching up his whole face as he recalled the talk you had with him during breakfast. It was something you brought up randomly enough, in between munches of toast and sips of orange juice. It wasn’t often that you got the opportunity to eat food from the Human Realm so even though this particular issue was bothering you plenty, it didn’t exactly stop you from eating. The stress may have gotten to you…a little.

“Buy him something.”

Not surprising; the only thing Mammon would consider to be a proper gift would either be stacks of money or something inherently expensive. It’s how he works. Really, most of his birthday presents to you were either crazy cheap or really pricey, all depending on his current financial situation.

Though it was a decent suggestion, you had to shrug it off. You could easily imagine Simeon reprimanding you for spending too much money on him, even if he deserved to have something nice. Besides, what kind of gift could you possibly give to an angel? You really didn’t want to disappoint nor overwhelm him with something that may not be up to his taste. Picking gifts really sucks, but you didn’t know how else to show your appreciation for the help you’ve received from him.

Mammon, sensing that this had been bothering you for a while now, dramatically sighed before adding, “Ya should ask the dog if he has any ideas.”

“What?”

“The chihuahua. Y’know, that small, feral thing that keeps following Simeon around like a lost puppy. Maybe make him a cake or something. Don’t let Beel know though, he’ll probably get to your ingredients before ya even have a chance to start using them.”

Now he regretted letting his big mouth ruin your night with him. Truth is, he didn’t expect you to actually take his advice to heart nor did he think you would actually bake him a cake. Mammon really believed you were gonna buy him a cake from the pastry shop down the street like any normal person would but instead, they now have an angel in the kitchen measuring flour quantities in a plastic bowl and melted chocolate dripping on the floor.

“But MC-“

“Mammon, could you please shut up?” Luke’s interference took you off guard but Mammon just seemed annoyed. Seeing as he was keeping quiet up until now, the angel’s patience must have ran thin from the endless rambling of the only demon in the room.

The second born scoffed, “Are ya talking to me? Sorry, couldn’t hear ya, you’re the size of a dog and you’re yapping like one too. Besides, you do know you’re covered in cake mixture from head to toe, right?”

Suddenly embarrassed about the dawning realisation that he does, in fact, have a considerate amount of batter on his face, Luke quickly wiped it off and pointed the spoon he was using mere seconds ago at him, “Just get out! Me and MC are trying to finish our cake, you low-life of a demon!”

Mammon was about to retort but stopped dead in his tracks when he heard you giggling from the other side of the room. Luke also appeared startled by your reaction and both of them turned their heads and tilted them in a curious manner as they were watching you erupt in more laughter. Simply because they both kinda looked like confused dogs waiting on their master.

“Hey, why the hell are ya laughing? Did this little shit get his dumb ingredients all over me?”

“Yeah MC, what gives? Hurry up and drive this guy out of our kitchen so we can do our work in peace!”

By the time they were done poking and prodding at each other with small insults, your chuckles died down and you could finally respond but only after wiping away a tear from your eye that was caused by your sudden outburst, “I’m so sorry but Luke’s little disgusted face mirrored yours so perfectly Mammon, haha. And the way he’s on a little stool and he still can’t reach past your shoulders-my bad.” You said that, though you continued to quietly giggle to yourself when you turned around.

In all honesty, they both seemed kind of offended but they couldn’t stay mad for too long because your light hearted jokes deescalated tensions between the two quite fast. Luke was still embarrassed from what you could tell and Mammon was also absolutely flushed up to the tips of his ears.

“In any case, Mammon? You’re staying right? If you are, I’d appreciate it if you could do this portion over here and crack some eggs into the bowl while I start the oven, OK?”

Too dumbfounded to actually say anything, Mammon tersely nodded his head and just stared at you as you continued to gather ingredients from around the kitchen. He supposed this counts-any time spent with you is great even if what you happen to be doing together is bake a whole ass cake. If he’s lucky, he could even steal a spoonful or two of jam when you’re not looking. While he was processing all this, his eyes met with Luke’s stern gaze and the two seemed to reach some kind of mutual, silent agreement.

They could work together for the evening, and this evening alone, if it was for your sake. After all, Luke enjoyed helping you around in the kitchen and he really wanted to make something nice for Simeon. Meanwhile Mammon was just trying to hoard your attention again. Both of them could profit from this so maybe if they just stayed out of each others’ way, tensions would not increase.

Mammon figured that couldn’t be too hard. Even though he considers Luke to be nothing more than a tiny, rabid animal, he supposed he could be considered a decently well-behaved kid. He could definitely handle him.

“If you’re going to help out, you need to wear this.”

“Eh? The fuck is this?”

“It’s an apron, though I’m not surprised you don’t know anything about cooking health and safety. Typical.” Mammon just stared at the soft pink material in his hands, clearly designed for someone half his size before opting to switch his glare back to Luke, who was openly smirking, “You’re bound spill something so you might as well wear it. Who knows, it might suit you?”

He was going to chuck the little bastard into a meat grinder the moment you turned your back on him.

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The ‘incident’, as both Mammon and Luke refer to it, happened on a Friday after school, just outside the R.A.D building and about half an hour after most students already booked it home.

With the exception of the student council. Which Mammon was a part of. Unfortunately. Meetings with Lord Diavolo were scheduled weekly and the brothers had no choice but to attend them. If they were lucky, the eldest was sometimes the only one summoned but for the most part, they were all expected to show up. No exceptions could be made this week around and even the human exchange students were invited to it. It was all starting to feel a tad bit overcrowded.

Not to mention, the meeting was so dull and boring, the second eldest could think of a thousand different ways to spend his free time than sitting in a chair for hours on end discussing the security cameras Lord Diavolo wished to install throughout the school. Honestly, his back was aching after having been seated on those God forsaken, uncomfortable, spineless chairs for so long and the room was absolutely suffocating because Lucifer was outright refusing to open the windows. The only thing worth looking forward to were the refreshments Barbatos promised to bring, but it shouldn’t be of too much surprise to hear that Beel essentially inhaled all the snacks the moment they arrived before anyone had any time to react. Judging by the smell alone, Mammon guessed it must’ve been Barbatos’ signature cake.

To make matters even worse (somehow), you were clever enough to come up with the excuse of ‘needing’ to go to the bathroom just to escape the torturously slow meeting. You were gone for more than half an hour now, no one was questioning your apparent absence or your whereabouts and Mammon wouldn’t be shocked to find out you just went home. Problem is: now he was stuck, completely by himself and totally human-less, in a boiling room with no drinks or snacks whilst everyone around him pointlessly rambled on about the new delivery system of goods for R.A.D.

So, what’s a poor demon like him meant to do in a situation like this?

Nothing less than what’s expected of the infamous Avatar of Greed and his cunning ability of achieving the most profitable outcome possible; completely plagiarise your idea and then have the audacity to promise his brother that if he were to bump into you on his way there, he would be dragging you back to the meeting by the scuff of your collar at all costs. All lies, of course. The moment he finds you, he’s taking his emotional support human and running home to find a suitable hiding spot from the wrath of the Avatar of Pride once he realises the little trick he’s pulled.

Though his plan certainly worked, his relief was very short lived. Not long after stepping foot outside the classroom everyone else was currently cooped up in, he heard a commotion down the corridor. In his very humble opinion, Mammon has many good qualities but his hearing capacity is, by far, one of the best so it’s not surprising to find out he could easily pick up on the scuffle taking place a hundred metres or so to his right. Obviously, now his curiosity was piqued and once that train starts rolling, nothing will be able to slow it down.

Towards one of the school’s exits, the second born was mildly startled to see Luke fending off four or five oversized demons that could certainly trample all over him if they so wished. I mean, Mammon has always the known the rabid, little thing could bark and bite with all his might but this was more praise worthy than anything else he has seen the angel do. And his baking is marvellous so that really says something. Without a doubt, the poor kid was completely pissing himself out of fear but still had the courage to defend himself, in a way not even the second eldest himself could achieve whenever he was being shoved around by his siblings.

Now, Mammon had no way of knowing or even guessing what those wasted bags of air could possibly be bothering the young angel for. Lord Diavolo made many speeches on the importance of accepting every exchange student into DevilDom in a welcoming manner and those who did not wish to comply would most definitely regret their actions at the hands of the Prince and his butler. Sure, demons are naturally apprehensive of angels with them being polar opposites and all (so to speak) but Luke must’ve done something major to provoke them into attacking like this. Or maybe they’re just idiotic assholes, which could fit the narrative just as well.

They weren’t physically touching him at all so at least they weren’t completely brain dead but they seemed to be harassing him nonetheless. It bothered Mammon to no end, their behaviour towards him. For some reason. Mammon was never particularly fond of Luke and troubling him was always good fun, even though their relationship improved significantly since their first meeting. Maybe it had something to do with the familiarity of the scene unfolding before him: being completely at the mercy of others and having no one to stick up for you was a situation he found himself more often than not. Watching it happen to someone else made him feel more vulnerable than actually experiencing the torment himself.

Mammon tried to justify his following actions by telling himself that the dunderheads were blocking the closest thing he had to an exit with their incessant bullying and he would need to go past them in any case. And since Luke is a good friend of yours, he supposed you would be pretty sad if the kid ended up getting a black eye or something so obviously, he had no choice but to intervene.

“Oi!”

His voice effectively boomed throughout the entire school and he briefly wondered how no one has been able to hear this entire thing so far. They weren’t being exactly quiet and the school’s walls weren’t soundproof either. One of the demons had the audacity to turn around and start retorting something before abruptly freezing in his tracks once he recognised who was in their presence. Actually, they were all so petrified they forgot to bow down before one of the Demon Lords, which, had it been anyone else, they would’ve been punished for immediately. Luke appeared to have his guard up as well and seemed to have taken a few steps back, pressed up against the door leading outside, clearly not used to Mammon’s outbursts. After all, seeing him like this is a rarity.

As he stalked closer, Mammon’s eyes knitted in frustration and he scrunched up his nose at the offenders before him. The scent of fear was only desirable if it was extracted from mortals, not demons and their insufferable odours. It was worth it however, to see the looks of terror on their faces and he reckoned these shit heads would eventually get what they deserve, whether that would be at the hands of the Prince or himself.

“I don’t know if y’all missed the memo,” he began, inching closer to peer at who he assumed was the leader of the miserable posse before scoffing, as if disgusted by what was before him, “But his Highness, Lord Diavolo prohibited any violence against the exchange students. So, either yer deaf or just plain stupid to be attacking one of the angels on school grounds. Or maybe you’ve just forgotten? Lemme remind ya real quick then.”

Without warning, Mammon roughly slapped one of the demons, the one closest to him, on the back to mimic a friendly gesture, pulled him closer and grinned at him, proudly displaying his perfect set of teeth and pierced tongue. The impact was so sudden and loud, Luke thought the demon was going be slammed into the floor from the force behind Mammon’s hit. The other three violators could only stand and watch. The second born continued, with a more cheerful tone.

“Now, listen ‘ere buddy: yer a demon and I’m sure a respectable one at that too,” you wouldn’t be able to miss the hints of sarcasm in his words as he happily rambled on, “So what if, every once in a while, you lose sight of yourself and give in to temptation. It’s what we do best, huh? This is probably not even yer first offence right? But today ya really hit the jackpot!”

Another slap on the back and this time, everybody in that hallway flinched with the exception of Mammon. He took no mind of this and went on, “Committing treason against the Prince-that’s mighty brave of ya! Surely earned you some bragging rights to your friends, being able to deliberately go against the wishes of Lord Diavolo himself and suffer no consequences, you sneaky bastard you.” At this, he ruffled the demon’s hair, ensuring to dig his nails a little too deep into the asshole’s useless skull, “Ya don’t gotta worry about me though. Nope, my lips are sealed, ya know. Wouldn’t dream of ratting you out. Well, for a price that is.”

The malice in his voice was more evident now in his false grin and the demon who was unfortunate enough to fall in his clutches, visibly swallowed at Mammon’s insinuation, “How about it, then? I heard golden skulls have been selling particularly well recently and ya know me, I’m not above dirtying my hands if needed. I’ll gladly dip every single one of your bones in melted gold in exchange for this little secret of yers. Every single one of ya would make outstanding golden statues, ‘m sure of it!”

The eerie undertones of Mammon’s preposition had the demon vehemently shaking his head and the second born pouted, almost childishly, “No? That’s a damn shame, I was hopin’ to make more profit. Well, in that case-I’ll just have to report ya to Lord Diavolo, hmm? What’s the matter, what are ya shaking like a leaf in the wind for? A brave halfwit such as yourself, yer not scared are ya?” Mammon laughed then, a genuine laugh as if he was actually greatly entertained by this, “What would ya have me do then? Hmm? Let ya go? No consequences? I suppose I might be tempted, but only if ya promise me to piss off and never let me see your filthy face ever again.”

The demon yelped as he was pushed forward, colliding with the ground but not giving himself a moment to breathe before he got up to his feet again and staggered up the corridor. Once he disappeared out of sight, Mammon turned his cold yet amused gaze on the other three demons present who immediately got the hint and sprinted after their leader, almost tripping over their own two feet as they took the corner up ahead.

“And if I ever find out ya are bothering anyone ever again, let alone this kid-I swear to his Majesty himself, I will personally skin all of you alive and use your twitching bodies as chew-toys for Cerberus, ya hear me?!” The second born yelled after them, with enough conviction in his voice to send even the most courageous of demons running with their tails between their legs.

Now that he was out of steam, Mammon turned his attention towards Luke, who was standing there, entirely rooted in place and no doubt astounded by what he just witnessed. A demon standing up for him. A demon of all things! The angel had no idea how he had the bravery to bicker with Mammon before now that he was aware of what he was capable of when moved to anger. The Avatar of Greed simply walked up to the door, unlocked it, opened it and took a few steps outside before pausing momentarily, allowing the cold air to brush against his skin. It had been raining earlier but the temperature was bound to go back to scorching hot in a matter of hours.

A few seconds later, he turned around, confused at the silence, as if he wasn’t expecting the angel to not co-operate before finally speaking, “Are ya coming or not?”

It was Luke’s turn to be confused and he didn’t need to say anything since his facial expressions made it pretty obvious. Mammon sighed, annoyed but not as much as he usually would be at the angel’s antics, “I’m taking ya home, idiot. Ya don’t think I’m stupid enough to let you walk home alone after all that, do ya? Is Simeon at Purgatory Hall or has he also fucked off somewhere. Wait ‘till he hears about this, he won’t let ya out of his sight for the next couple of weeks.”

Luke snapped out of his frightened trance at this and instantly jumped to the defence of Simeon as well as himself whilst trailing behind Mammon. To an extent, it was even entertaining, watching the angel express himself with such ferocity and vigour and Mammon could swear he even broke out into a smile on their walk to Purgatory Hall. Not even Luke seemed to mind his presence and though the second born didn’t exactly expect any form of gratitude from someone as uptight as him, he was internally glad the chihuahua wasn’t all that affected by the endeavour.

Maybe the little shit wasn’t so bad after all.

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Luke ended up subverting his expectations after all. A couple of days later and a week before his birthday, the kid showed up to his bedroom door, with you standing proudly behind him. To say he was mildly startled would be an understatement, it wasn’t very often that Luke travelled to the House of Lamentation by himself. He wasn’t even sure how he got in, though he presumed you had something to do with it. The two weren’t exactly on friendly terms yet but no one could deny their relationship was steadily improving and you were obviously encouraging this with every ounce of power you had

“What is it?” His own gentle tone surprised him but he had just woken up and did not have the ability to act all that snappy at seven in the morning.

“Luke wanted to give you something. An early birthday present.” You probed, when neither of them made any sign of moving and sighed as you nudged the angel next to you, “Go on Luke, Mammon would never turn his nose up at any type of gift. Especially a thoughtful one at that.”

Luke nervously fumbled for something in his pocket and Mammon had no idea what to expect. Actually, it was pretty hard to believe the young angel would want to give him anything at all. Sure, he received birthday presents from him before, but that was mostly at the command of Simeon. Whatever he had prepared for today, it would’ve been done out of his own will.

After a couple more seconds of postponing it, Luke finally bit the bullet and pulled out a small box out of his pocket, covered in golden glitter and wrapped in a red material that resembled velvet pretty closely, before hurriedly sticking it out to him, urging him to take it. Mammon precariously reached for the gift, picked it up and admired it for a few seconds. Whoever made it put plenty of care into both constructing and decorating it, making it look aesthetically pleasing to the eye and feel nice to the touch. He shot the two of you a confused look before slowly taking the lid off and he blinked.

A golden bracelet, adorned with a couple of precious gems, grabbed his eye as soon as he opened it and for once, Mammon was left speechless. He was never one for half-assed compliments, but he couldn’t describe the piece of jewellery as anything less than beautiful. And definitely expensive as shit. It was made out of real gold and precious stones so he wouldn’t be surprised if the angel was in debt now because of this early shopping spree.

“It’s a thank you gift.” Luke eventually muttered out and then immediately reddened at Mammon’s curious gaze, before adding on, “I-I mean, it’s also your birthday gift but I realised I never thanked you properly for what you did the other day. And I couldn’t possibly not to do anything. S-so I asked Simeon to help me pick out something for you. I did consider making you a cake but I figured that’s a present more suited to Beel’s tastes.” Luke cut himself short as Mammon continued to stare in shock at him and he covered his face with his hands in embarrassment, “Just accept it, OK? And don’t expect anything else from me, you greedy demon.”

With that timid confession out of the way, Luke bolted down the hallway and out of the mansion before either you or Mammon could react, the front door loudly slamming shut behind him. Both of you remained stunned at Luke’s outburst but you found yourself laughing before long.

“He’s a sweetheart really, I’m glad he’s warming up to you Mammon.” To jest around, you wiped a fake tear out of your eye as if to act like a proud parent but the silence following your statement made you turn around, “Mammon?”

The second born was studying the gift he had just received attentively, gently swiping his thumb over the gold rimming before gingerly putting it on his wrist, mesmerised but undoubtedly pleased with how that whole interaction went. You spotted a sheepish smile climbing on his face and you wanted to laugh again, “Right, I’ll leave you to it then. See you later Mams.”

It was a weird sort of friendship they built, but whatever happened between the two must’ve been miraculous because from that day onwards, you haven’t heard Luke utter out a single insult against the Avatar of Greed and Mammon guarded the bracelet he was given by the young angel with his life ever since, even going as far to glare at Levi when he suggested Mammon was going to end up selling the precious thing for a quick profit first chance he got.

An angel and a demon, huh. Who would’ve thought?

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