Ok, but I'm really back at it again at 2 AM thinking about this fucking game and this post in particular that I know isn't that serious, but for fear of being "that person in the notes" I made my own post to avoid being annoying but...really, Diavolo? It's Lucifer you depend on the most over Barbatos?
Barbatos...
The literal time lord who can erase and put in place any timeline he chooses and canonically has done so for you and if you asked, will probably do it again.
Who has shown his loyalty to you for centuries?
The one who literally runs your entire castle.
Who you wouldn't leave the fuck alone and begged to be your butler otherwise you wouldn't become king?
Who you flipped the fuck out over leaving you during his birthday event because he asked for some time off?
Who probably runs your fucking baths and lays out your clothes.
Who plans out your entire days because canonically you've shown how fucking useless you are without him.
And it's fucking Lucifer you depend on the most? Oh, you mean...
The guy who you found broken and defeated, kneeling in the mud with his dead sister in his arms.
Who you told to either serve you forever or allow his sister to die.
Who in all intents and purposes, you coerced into serving you?
Who is clearly stressed and overworked yet pushes through it out of some fucked up loyalty and obligation to you? That Lucifer?
It's like yeah, I bet you would depend on Lucifer the most. Because you used his dying sister as an ultimatum and who for years, did whatever you asked of him because of it. He literally can't say no to you.
Like, the absolute gall of this bratty ass man child. And I don't even hate Diavolo, but I can lowkey see why he rubs some fans the wrong way because his character sometimes is...complicated.
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📜 tell me your holler fics¡!
So there are two short ones I started and haven't finished. I like them both, but I don't know if I'll come back to them or not. (In reference to this post.)
The first is actually written and partly edited. It's based off of the Goop Teddy theory, with the my (incorrect) idea that he was the creature in the greenhouse. Obviously, this was before Episode 4 came out and we found out what's actually in the greenhouse. It's about Tabitha hating that she has to take care of Teddy (or 'it' in her mind, because she doesn't really believe what Pearlanne told her), but she's doing it out of a sense of family duty. Near the end is a line I still love:
“Tabitha.” Its voice crawled over her skin, leaving behind the residue of a sin committed over a hundred years ago.
The second is partly written, also before Episode 4, and is from Pastor Daniel's perspective. He's contemplating the implications of meeting a Talks to Animals cousin. Just really in his head about it, kinda freaking out, while trying to make Tulip a snack. The plan was to end it with him accidentally dropping a glass, and it shattering on the ground. Kinda as a narrative parallel to the way things in his mind shattered when he found out he wasn't alone in his ability.
Technically, there is a third. It's about Bo's thoughts one night as he's keeping watch over the chickens. There's some Madoka Magica influences to it. He also has a crush on Kaneeka in that one, which is inspired by Treevile's Chapter 1 of "On an autumn day in an autumn town". (Yes he knows, we had a lovely conversation about it!) It's fully written and edited, but I'm worried I didn't do Bo justice. I really need to get the courage to ask if any fan(s) want to beta read it for me. Otherwise I would've posted it months ago, lol!
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festered wounds
— when you’ve never been the first choice your whole life, it’s hard to accept the possibility that you could be loved.
© zhongrin | 2023 ✼ no repost・translations・plagiarism of any kind・ai data mining. rebloggers get a free cup of tea ♡
✼ characters ┈ zhongli, al haitham, wriothesley
✼ tags ┈ gn!reader, this is more of a vent drabble, hurt with comfort, reader with massive insecurity issues, implied past trauma, slight blood & gore in the portrayal of ‘hurt’
✼ a/n ┈ this…. got really personal, haha. i wrote this in a bad headspace, so apologies if it got depressing or if it’s of a low quality. i didn't want to have this in my drafts and i certainly don't want to bring it to 2024 so i'm just posting this now.
ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ) ✼ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘ (ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ)
“i’m sorry.”
zhongli’s heart dropped at the words escaping your lips. this was certainly the most unexpected response you could give to his confession, seeing the promising recent developments in your relationship — and so celestia forgive him, he had to pause to gather his thoughts. this made you fidget even more under his gaze, and so you succumbed to your frazzled nerves to continue in a more panicked voice.
“i’m sorry, mr. zhongli, i know you’re not the type to resort to deceit or find joy in toying with people’s feelings, but i’m just— i can’t—” you trailed off, feeling your chest tighten in pain.
“please, hold your tongue for a moment,” the refined man held out one of his hand to settle onto your shoulder comfortingly. his expression was a mixture of worry and confusion, eyebrows furrowing in a sign of distress. “are you saying that you… do not believe my words? you think i have malicious intentions?”
“….. i’m sorry, i’m just not used to- i’ve never-” you stumbled over your words and squeezed your eyes shut, “i’m sorry….”
zhongli watched you for a moment, observing the smallest ticks and the story behind your body language. you looked so vulnerable, like a scared animal instinctively cowering at some invisible threat. you looked as if someone had stripped away a bandage that had been haphazardly wrapped around a wound left unattended for so long, it had festered into an abomination, eating away at you slowly, even now.
belatedly, he realized that ‘someone’ was himself.
zhongli inhaled deeply, his palm leaving your shoulder. this time, he took his hands to tenderly grab your fingers, lifting them up to silently plead for your attention. your eyes were troubled and full of storms, the rain and lighting reflecting on your expression as a solemn flutter of your eyelashes and sorrowful downturn of your lips. the slight tremble of your body reflected the silent call for help from a blemished heart that never had the courage to forget.
“my dearest. i see the pain you have gone through. i have yet to know the tales that had marred your heart, but i want you to know that i am willing to be the pair of ears you tell your grievances to, and you can be rest assured that they will be safe with me. i know my words will not be enough to convince you otherwise at this moment… however, you must forgive my impatience, for it stems out of genuine love. i simply must humbly ask once again—”
“— please, give me a chance to heal you.”
“a-are you sure you want me?”
out of the 18 different responses he anticipated, al haitham did not expect this. however, his surprise merely manifested in the rising of both of his eyebrows and the subtle shift on his legs.
“unlike the consensus the public seemed to have one-sidedly agreed on, i am not foolish enough in the matter of romance as to confess to someone i do not hold deep affection and great care for,” he said in the same tone as the moment he asked if you would consider taking your relationship into the ‘officially dating’ phase, “is it not obvious? kaveh claimed i was ‘laying it on thick’ and cyno had noted of how i treat you better than how i treat the dendro archon.”
“oh….”
“….”
“….”
you thought you had gotten used to al haitham’s stare with how much you both had been hanging out, but right now you couldn’t seem to lift your head. the scholar crossed his arms, waiting patiently for your response. you were both gratuitous and dreading his resilience.
“i-i still think you could do better, though. i mean, look at you! you’re so fit, so wouldn’t you feel better if your partner is more of the sporty type? and you’re the top graduate of the haravatat darshan, so you would pair better with someone smarter…. a-and someone like me will just drag you down; aesthetically speaking, i… uh, leave much to be desired while you’re… you know…”
you spoke of such illogical assumptions and erroneous advices that he couldn’t help but roll his eyes. you spoke of belittling yourself as if you were used to riding on the rails of insurmountably low dip of the self-esteem cliff for years. you spoke of these things as if you were repeating words someone told you at least once in your life.
and it angered him.
but he wasn’t angry at you. he was angry for you.
funny how empathy wasn’t his strong suit, and yet he jumped on the bandwagon as easily as an otter taking off into the waters the moment it came to you and your emotions.
“i care not for such shallow qualifications when it comes to seeking a partner. your presence triggers the relevant hormones that make me feel relaxed and comfortable, and my mind spontaneously seek for your attention. it’s only logical that i seek for an arrangement that would ensure these pleasant things to happen and develop further.”
“you’re the best choice for a partner, simply because i wish to spend the rest of my life with you; and i think that's enough.”
“i don’t think i’m a good choice for you…”
wriothesley looked as if you had pinpointed his weak point in a boxing match and delivered a straight jab right onto it. his lips slacked open and his body froze as he tried to process your words, the meaning behind it, the—
he inhaled deeply and punched his own fist into his palm, stretching his jaw with a growl before a darker tone took over his voice.
“alright, who’s been talking shit? let me at them. it won’t be manslaughter if they don’t die, right?”
he watched as your nervously fiddling fingers stopped twisting around each other, your eyes widened in shock and alarm at his words. briefly, he praised himself inwardly for being able to switch your mood at the snap of his fingers. now if only he could do that, but instead of surprise-and-horror, it could turn into surprise-and-joy instead…
“what?! wait- no! no one said that, i ju—”
“then is your own head telling you that?”
“it’s—” you gulped, gaze slowly breaking away.
he sensed a secret kept safe under the heaviest chains and locks. pain that had nearly torn up that warm heart of yours, shoved into the furthest part of you in a desperate attempt to save yourself; to silence the damned screams and the river of curses that would have made you self-destruct. he saw the remains of the thousands of needles that had embedded itself deep inside your worn heart a long time ago, and yet still it beat and struggled to not bleed out and drown you in its venomous blood.
he saw a heart as scarred as his skin, and he understood.
“..… alright, sweetheart, listen up, and listen close.”
the man’s hands suddenly cradled your cheeks, his icy blue eyes penetrating your clouded gaze. his whole demeanor had shifted into gentle and loving, as if he was holding his entire world in the palms of his hands. he resisted the urge to kiss you when you couldn’t help but lean onto his touch, instinctively seeking comfort.
he would do you better. he would give you the kind of love you’ve yet to experience. there were so much he wanted to say, but he chose to speak of the reassurance he thought you needed most at this moment.
“i say you’re the perfect choice for me. let me prove it to you.”
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