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melon-cream-enmu · 11 months

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Cw Female afab reader, being a house wife to human disguised Muzan, trying for a baby, repeated failure to conceive, mentions of possibility to become pregnant, non consensual unknowing partaking in cannibalism, Muzan cooking and feeding you human meat, implied consensual sex

Im not confident in my ability to write smut for intimidating characters so I didn't, this is void of any described sex

Of all the eons Muzan has been ‘alive’ He’s toyed with people to keep up appearances. He’s been married countless times, killed partners countless times. But out of all of them, he’d say you were his favorite.

Sweet, yet with an attitude, plump, heavy in all the right places. He’d admit he likes your affection. A stay at home wife, you love to dote on him when he’s home, always at strange times due to business and his ‘skin condition’ requiring him to only leave at night. You’d even changed your sleep schedule to better match ‘his’, resting during the day to be up with him during the night. You were so cute, eager to please him, in every way. And you did, you cooked well, you cleaned well, and my, did you perform well in bed.

Such an eager thing, responded so perfectly to his touches, he’s been around a long time and is well experienced, but it’s as if everything he did, you liked. The tears in your eyes, the shine of your lips when he indulges you with kisses, the jiggle and bounce of your flesh. The way you tremble when he fills you so full of cum. He’s been playing a better act than usual, showing he ‘cares’, agreeing that he’d love a family with you, ‘trying’ for a baby. Your pouty face after a while when you’ve shown no signs and been reassured by doctors that nothing is wrong, it just hasn’t ‘stuck’, is truly adorable. Reassuring kisses always brighten your mood.

He’s contemplated turning you in moments where his patience has run dry with his moons and his experiments, sitting with arms crossed and brow knit in thought, but he’s never been too serious. Maybe when he’s ‘done’ with you he’ll try, and if you can’t survive it then it’s no loss to him. But he begins to think how a good human husband would, about ways to ‘improve your fertility’ just to see how you break down when you’re still unsuccessful. Because you will be, he doubts he’ll ever actually succeed in impregnating you, no matter how much you try. The possibility is there of course, but he’s no normal man anymore.

It wouldn’t matter either way. If you succeed, it will only solidify his place for however long he needs, and if not, there’ll be no issue killing you when the time comes. A woman ‘struck with grief at her failure to conceive’, you’ll have killed yourself, and he’ll ‘grieve’ for as short a time as possible and then move on to the next.

His mind rolls back to the hypotheticals of improving your fertility, recalling the medicines humans use, rituals humans perform…foods humans eat. You’d be so appreciative that he went out of his way to research dishes and ingredients to cook it for you. So appreciative you’d no doubt bring him back to your shared bed to try all over again, a thought that makes his eyes close and a puffed, exhaled laugh escape his nose, lips twitching into a smirk.

But his hands tighten into fists in response to the following thought. You’d never know, but he would, and that’s all that mattered. He could taint you, completely without your knowledge. It wouldn’t be hard, disguising human flesh as some other meat for a meal. The thought of your eyes squeezing tight as you squirm where you sit at how ‘tasty’ it is finalizes the decision.

He comes home to see you in a dreary mood. You don’t look up when he enters and you don’t greet him, only humming when he comes close and lays a gentle hand on your head, petting it. “I’m home, my darling.” He says before laying a kiss to the crown of your head, pulling back with a smirk on his lips. “Should I take on dinner tonight?” You look up at him now, a small smile on your face. “If it’s not too much ask…” he strokes your cheek. You’re so warm. He’s eaten countless bodies, warm and cold, but no one’s ever felt as warm as you do. “Of course not.” he withdraws and heads into the kitchen and sets down the wrapped items he'd brought with him.

As he cooks, you go about doing other tasks, leaving the room at some point. It's much preferred. He finally takes out the pound of meat. It looks rough, not properly cut from the body. Which it wasn't, he'd torn it from an unexpected meal earlier in the night. He prepares it and begins cooking it, slightly unsettled as the smell of the delicious blood and flesh soon disappears and aromas of spice and savory flavor takes it's place.

You made your way back into the room just as he was done plating it, and welcomed you to eat it. As you did, you were clear in how much you enjoyed it. Humming and smiling, he smiled at you, though he's almost smirking. You're eating human flesh, and you're too eagerly enjoying how its been prepared to even know. That, and you would never think your husband capable of such a heinous act.

The house was cleaned, you were happily cuddled up in his lap, and the sun had begun rising in the sky, in a few hours you'd grow tired and head to bed. You were quiet as you read, he was hardly aware of what, but it wasn't important as he stroked your side. His hand lowered, to your hip and slowly to your thigh. "I'm glad you let me handle dinner. I wanted to do something special for you, I was worried you'd tell me no." You shift a bit and look up at him, "and what would that be?" His hand moves up your thigh now. "I know it's been hard for you, trying so hard to conceive yet seeing nothing to reward you for all the time you've given, so I looked into some things." You set your book down and adjust yourself, now straddling his lap. He glances down at your body before returning his gaze to your face. "You know food can be used as medicine, yes?" You nod slowly. "Well," His hands stroke your thighs, one soon traveling up to lay on your stomach. "Certain foods are capable of improving a woman's fertility." He hears your breath hitch. "Now, it doesn't guarantee anything, but-" You cut him off with a kiss, something he saw coming. You pepper his lips, cheeks, chin with kisses. He chuckles at you, holding your waist and shifting his head as if moving away from an excited puppy. "Sweetheart I don't want you to get your hopes up."

You kiss him once more. "I won't, I promise." The kisses you give him now are softer, slower, full of love that he can't help but grow excited at. You're loving, treating a good man the way you think he deserves to be treated. You'll only know when it's too late, or maybe you'll never know, the man he truly is.

You start slowly yet eagerly unbuttoning his shirt. "My, we haven't even made it to the bed yet." He teases between your kisses. The way you sink into his lap and rub yourself against him tells him you won't be making it to the bed anytime soon.

He looked down at, you were cuddled up near his side where he sat. Body nude, and though covered in a fine sheen of sweat and sex, you look like the subject of a painting. He almost feels sympathy for you. If it weren't for him, you may have found that painter, been their muse, found a normal life with someone who loved you.

He hands smooths through your hair for a moment before his gaze focuses on your stomach. Maybe he will stick around, try to give you what you want. Though he does hate the sound of a crying, wailing baby...

#muzan x reader #muzan smut #demon slayer smut #cream slayer #cream afab #cream fem #toasted sugar cream #toasted for cannibalism #cream writes

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sam-glade · 6 months

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Find the Words Tag

Tagged by @outpost51 here and @card-queen here. Thank you💜

I'll gently tag: @tabswrites @zestymimblo @worldsfromhoney @squarebracket-trick @chauceryfairytales - your words are: honey, fruit, tea, bread.

I don't have enough of The Prince's Shadow written to find half of the words, so back to Gifts of Fate it is for the time being:

From @outpost51: pitch, aid, brother, relief, ceiling

PITCH (Erya and Varré talking)

“I still need to know what exactly you were thinking, pitching Gullin against whatever that kid is.” “I had a hunch.” “A hunch!?” “Yes, a hunch, Erya, that’s how I operate. And it was a damn good hunch at that; that single bout gave us a whole load of information on the demon. Of course I’m assuming it isn’t the only one in existence. We need to know more to prepare.”

AID

They spent the day going through the manor, cleaning the servants’ quarters, and taking stock of their supplies — the officers had brought full packs of long-lasting provisions, as well as spare woollen blankets and small equipment; tinderboxes, first aid kits, and such. They still needed cooking utensils, warm clothes, and more blankets to survive the winter, which they decided to buy the next day in the nearest town that didn’t have an Army outpost.

BROTHER (Marta talking)

“What have you been doing with my brother over the last four months!? You take him away, you force him to live in this hole.” She raised her voice. Lissan stirred, but she didn’t let anyone get a word in edgewise. Gullin watched her warily. She didn’t pose a direct risk to the Swords, but Lissan— “And that… that thing was put in his head by you, by the Army. No, I don’t care that whoever did it went rogue, that they weren’t officially told to do it. It’s wrong! It’s your mess to tidy up, so get on with it!”

RELIEF

“I’d rather you weren’t involved,” he said quietly. Ianim gaped. “I promised your sister that I’d keep you as safe as I can.” Ianim squeezed his eyes shut, so that the betrayal he felt wouldn’t show in them. He controlled his breathing and prepared an argument — a logical argument that he’d also present to his prince, if he weren’t such a coward — that his abilities were only going to waste when— “But, I can’t stop you from coming with us,” Lissan said, before Ianim opened his mouth. “So just… remember that, please?” Ianim smiled as relief welled in him.

CEILING

He’d thought about it constantly for the six hours he’d been locked up — he’d estimated the passage of time by the sky’s colour changing; a little rectangle of it was visible through a barred window right below the arched ceiling. He’d gone over every word he’d said and heard that day — from the Usurper, and from the Generals. The Nameless’s incessant commentary had made him lose the thread of thoughts many times, but the demon had pointed out one thing: the Usurper didn’t use his Sword on Lissan even once, and Lissan had good reasons to believe it.

~*~

From @card-queen: shuffle, entrance and satisfying

SHUFFLE

“I always knew you can be reasonable,” the Usurper said with approval. “Do take a seat.” Lissan kept looking at the Sword. The Stork flexed its fingers, and more ice crept up the spikes, encasing the Weapon further, although not bending it. Yet. Lissan shuffled to the nearest settee that offered him a clear view of both the Sword and the Usurper. He perched on the edge of the seat, and grimaced when he sank into the plush cushion. “Make yourself comfortable, please. Would you like some refreshments?”

ENTRANCE

The cottage atop the hill was tiny, huddled under a blanket of thatch, peeking from behind an almost bare dogwood tree to the side of the entrance — Dad had planted it there forty-five ago, when he bought this little rocky plot of land. Partially hidden behind the house, stood the woodshed, the chicken coop, and Dad’s wood workshop. Marta was waiting for them in the doorway.

SATISFYING (CW: creepy intrusive thoughts)

Ianim demonstrated the movements with infinite patience, and corrected Lissan’s position and the way he held the dull practice sword, arranging Lissan’s limbs with gentle nudges and inevitably making his cheeks flush. You’d want his hands on other parts of you, wouldn’t you, the demon hissed, and Lissan winced away from Ianim. Ianim looked at him in a silent question, but didn’t press. From then on, he avoided physical contact without a word or even an odd look, and Lissan had to accept that it was for the best. It let him focus on the training. It wasn’t an enthralling activity, to repeat the same movement over and over, dozens upon dozens of times, but there was something satisfying about getting it to feel right.

#gifts of fate #find the word tag #tag game #writeblr #writeblr tag game

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scary-senpai · 2 years

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loved your atomic samurai romantic headcanons, was wondering if you had anymore? :)

Ahhh splendid & kindly anon, thank you for this note! I’m sorry it took me some time to get back to you. My latest writing project has been eating up an exorbitant amount of brain space. So, please take this Bugs Bunny as a token of apology:

(I don't think I've ever not answered an ask, but it sometimes takes me a week or two. I try to stay on top of things to the extent that I can, but I'm kind of a perfectionist so I'd rather take extra time and answer well than risk responding with my Chaos Brain....) Anyway, this was a joy to think about! Thank you <3 I must confess that Kenjiro Tsuda is one of my favorite voice actors, and I tend to combine headcanons for Nanami and AS because… ah, that voice, I can’t help myself! I mean, um, they have similar through-lines: capable men with rough exteriors and an obvious soft spot.

Also, I must confess, being ace my romantic headcanons look a little difference than most people , and of all the headcanons included with the S-Class ask, AS was perhaps the most risqué. And, funny thing, the two lines I meant to edit out somehow made it into the final draft even though they were a little out of character for me. I think I went back and slipped that confession into the tags:

Oh well… if they brought you joy, then it’s worth it! Anyway, I got a little help from my Senpai and he got way more into it than I would have expected a straight dude to get (good for him!) I think this speaks to AS’s irrepressible panache.

Morning cuddles… stubble… that voice, deep and raspy with sleep… warm, sturdy arms around you... I would probably never get out of bed.

He smells good. Really good. Like, manly but sophisticated. An enchanting mix of smoke and sandalwood, with the undertone of something delicately floral… anyway. He insists he doesn’t do anything special but it’s obviously expensive cologne. Probably custom made.

He doesn’t wine-and-dine you, because he’s really into artisanal spirits. I want to say gin (because it’s clean and cutting) but I could also see something smokier like whisky or mezcal, something earthy but refined in its own way.

He’s got a goofy side. He loves to make terrible puns (usually dirty ones) and everyone just… lets him get away with it? Because he’s got such a good poker face, most people just write it off as a Freudian slip. I’ve actually drafted a scene where he manages to de-rail an S-Class meeting this way.

Has a bad habit of heckling comedians and tour guides; usually gets away with it. I wrote one scene where Mumen Rider tries standup and AS pointedly tells him “Don’t quit your day job.”

Weirdly good with kids! Always ends up “accidentally” babysitting for friends and neighbors, and allegedly has no idea how this came about. He’s definitely the cool uncle, but (let’s be real) he’s a little intimidating, and it’s not hard for him to keep the little tykes in line. If he says “Those crayons had better be out of your nose by the time I count to five,” the problem is solved before the countdown even begins.

He’s not a “seasoned” cook (no pun intended), but he’s got two or three simple, signature dishes that he does really well. They are, coincidentally, kid friendly. One of these “house specials” probably happens to be pizza bagels.

Speaking of father figures… His disciples are forever showing up for impromptu movie nights, monopoly tournaments, or just to talk. Sometimes it feels like you've stumbled into your own sitcom.

Deep down, he doubts his paternal abilities even though all evidence suggests otherwise. He’s probably got some unresolved issues in that sense, but good luck getting that out of him. But that in itself speaks volumes; you’ve never met his biological family.

There’s likely some commitment issues too—if not from leftover emotional baggage, but from his unspoken understanding that being a hero comes with inherent risks, and he’s not afraid to give everything he has while in the line of duty, up to (and including) his life. He’s no Sekinger—you’re not going to find any middle ground with him on this. (This is where John and I got a little silly.)

Does his best to remember table manners, but always forgets which utensils to use. You keep telling him it’s always smallest to largest, left to right, but he really distrusts teaspoons for some reason. Or maybe he is well aware of conventional etiquette, he just likes the face you make when he reaches for the biggest fork because size matters that must be the most important one.

#one punch man #opm #asks #splendiferous mutuals #atomic samurai #romantic headcanons #my writing #john-senpai if you're reading this I'm proud of you <3 #and i even mentioned you by name this time so even if you forget this conversation happened you won't accidentally get jealous of yourself!

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5sosfanfictioncatalogue · 1 year

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Frat Boys Masterlist

almost is never enough (ao3) - fannyann luke/calum, calum/liam, liam/harry M, 32k

Summary: “I think I’ve always known that a little. I mean, if I paid attention, at least.”

Liam laughs, eyes crinkling up and Calum’s surprised at how easy this is.“That obvious?”

“A little. Love’s funny that way. Think it’s only obvious when you want it to be.”

or; A Frat AU where Calum and Liam are in love with other people but can't quite see what's right in front of their eyes.

(Baby Pull Me) Closer (ao3) - mukedayparade michael/luke N/R, 4k

Summary: He was stunned for a moment by the sheer beauty of the boy standing beside him. With fire engine red hair and skin the color of porcelain, the boy was the most beautiful thing Luke had ever set eyes on. The blond let his eyes trace over the mystery boy’s features, from his light green eyes to his bright pink lips—lips that were now forming words that Luke had not heard.

or,

luke is finally done with finals, so he decides to celebrate like everyone else: by going to a frat party. that's where he meets michael, the porcelain god with bright red hair who he just has to have.

Comment, Like, Subscribe My Heart (ao3) - thesoulsailor michael/luke N/R, 54k

Summary: Youtube!AU in which Luke is a non-binary beauty guru, Michael is the lead singer of Ashton's cover band and Calum thinks gender roles are overrated anyways.

hello there, the angel from my nightmare (ao3) - c_libretto luke/calum, ashton/harry, niall/zayn T, 9k

Summary: The thing about Calum is, Luke notices, is that he's something like a supernova against the blur of the people in the background, standing out with his big smile and his even bigger presence. Niall's a lot like that, too - the two of them occupy a space and make the room seem larger with just them standing and talking and being their shameless, impulsive, even sometimes borderline crude selves. They laugh aloud, possibly aware of their power over the entire room, their ability to make all eyes snap into their direction with just one word uttered.

It soon occurs to Luke why Ashton had said that Calum was "a little bit out of his league".

Honey Whiskey (ao3) - SweetLunaChase calum/ashton M, 1k

Summary: Alternatively, Calum has played as Ashton's bitch one too many times and decided that he's gonna put his foot down. Again.

Or at least he thinks he will.

i thought i said i wasn't good at this (ao3) - calumshoods calum/ashton T, 4k

Summary: Calum’s stomach drops when he realizes. The dropped books, the cute guy, the distraction of the sketch. That guy, whoever he was, had to have the notebook. A running list of Calum's most personal thoughts from the past two years. Calum stares at the wall in disbelief, trying to plan his course of action. How was he supposed to get something back from a guy whose name he didn’t even know?

or calum is the seemingly douchey fraternity president and starving artist ashton happens upon his notebook full of lyrics

Jet Black Shoe (ao3) - Emmybazy luke/calum T, 12k

Summary: Calum is sick and tired of it. He cooks, cleans, and runs errands for his 12 fraternity brothers with little thanks. Their fraternity is ruled by an evil President who keeps Calum busy and out of the spotlight. Calum is forbidden from competing for a chance to tour with Luke Hemmings, but what will happen with help from a little theater magic and some good music?

Or, Luke is a pop prince and Calum is his bad-ass bassist Cinderella.

Light of the Love That I Found (ao3) - fourdrunksluts michael/calum, luke/ashton E, 28k

Summary: "You ever just feel alone?”

It’s a tricky question, in all honesty. The truth is, Calum doesn’t really feel alone at all. When he was younger, he was much sadder, much more lonely. When Mali went away for uni and Ashton got his first job, Calum was left on his own more often than not, always aching for somebody to be with. Now, though, he has far more people in his life. He has Luke, Ashton, the brothers - a whole house of guys that aren’t afraid to hug him when he’s down. But most of all, the one thing stopping Calum from feeling alone is Mikey. They’ve been insanely close for the past three years, side by side in a ridiculous amount of pranks and parties and talks and… Calum’s never alone. Not when he has the most important person in his life always within arms distance.

“Sometimes, yeah,” he lies.

Michael's life is absolutely perfect. He has everything he could ever want in the world and the love of his life on his arm. The only problem is that his best friend's name isn't the one that's tattooed on his ass.

Risky Risqué - @daydadahlias cornflowerblue (daydadahlias) luke/ashton E, 22k

Summary: It's only his freshman year in college and Luke is having too many problems. One, he can barely afford to feed himself. Two, the junior in the dorm next door has way too pretty hazel eyes and keeps offering to make him dinner.

Or, the one where Luke needs a job to pay his tuition and ends up getting one as a phone sex operator.

sweet and salty (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum T, 9k

Summary: “We could get a bunch of stuff to try? See what’s good before we commit to buying anything in bulk?”

“That’s actually not bad,” Luke admits. “Go to the store, grab some things that catch our eye, try them out…” A fantastic idea is formulating in his head. An excuse to spend even more time with Calum.

“We could make a night of it? Like have a full-on sleepover? Really surround ourselves in the sorority girl vibe.” He chuckles to ensure Calum is aware this is very much a joke. But also a very serious suggestion. But also definitely a joke.

Touch Of An Angel That Made Me Stay (ao3) - IfWallsCouldMuke michael/luke E, 2k

Summary: “It’s about Mr. Hemmings,” the professor says. “He’s failing miserably and I noticed you outshine everyone else in this Intro class. Perhaps you could tutor him? I’ll give you extra 5% at the end of the semester.”

Michael could use the extra 5% to boost his GPA, he decides. He accepts the offer.

yours are the sweetest eyes i've ever seen (ao3) - clemmiings michael/luke T, 3k

Summary: 5 times luke and michael get drunk together and the 1 time they're sober

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #fratboys #fratboys masterlist #masterlists #au

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soporis · 5 months

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all i want to think about is this apartment!! it's becoming maladaptve daydreaming the way it's distracting me from my papers lol (though tbh with the way my focus level works the sun going down just absolutely nerfs my ability to be productive, which in other cirumstances is fine but for finals season kinda sucks).

but anyway this APARTMENT I cannot begin to describe the relief that washes over me when I think about having my own place where I am only managing my own mess, my own germs, my own schedule; to be free to sing again, to not have to apologize when someone comes over because it's impossible to get the place to stay presentable for more than a few hours at a time.

to have a working FREEZER my god I'm going to be able to eat normally - cook with an OVEN, not have to store my food around rotting leftovers that I'm too stubborn to throw out because i've been doing it for months, to have a pantry that isn't half forgotten about with spices thrown about everywhere; i'm trying not to let myself start thinking that anything but the work I put in is going to fix me, but damn being able to feel confident about the space where my food is prepared would be an amazing start, wouldn't it?

i've also started extrapolating this out to different areas - wow without having to spend like a solid hour a day cleaning up after someone else thanks to my new dishwasher, or being able to do laundry and not have to orient my day around that in fear of inconveniencing someone, frees up so much time for me to dedicate to other avenues of myself! i'm sometimes at a loss with what to do with free time at nick's because there is nothing that needs attending to; being in his space (by virtue of both who he is as a person and also the luxuries of dishwasher + in unit laundry) is not an action but a state. this feels worth the cost to me; and if it can give me a better jumping off point at which to restore my health, that's worth literally my entire life savings let alone this increased rent payment.

i'm going to try to be practical tomorrow; I will take measurements and test out all the things that need testing and be realistic if there is a problem. I will also state my boundary with February being the earliest I an move in; it seems like this place has been open since November with no interest so I'd like to think I have some wiggle room, but also I am so immensely overjoyed thinking about living here that I'm not sure I would even be willing to wait until March. a part of me is piping up and going 'and think, if it works you won't need to take your SSRIs' which I guess, in the most general sense, if true; if moving in here gives you the mental space to dedicate yourself to the process of getting better, that will in fact render the prescription null. but I can't let it become more causal than that.

this got sad and it was supposed to be exciting. and i am still very much excited, but do need to make sure i am not being manic about this or placing too much faith in something that will absolutely not save me.

but why not indulge? imagine having everything you own stored neatly away in this house, available for you to access and not secured away to prevent contamination. imagine having caro over for baking and movie nights with your projector and painting on the kitchen table and spa night. imagine having albright over for horror movies and dinner! imagine nick being able to sleep over at yours for once (not that I actually even want that that often, but to have the option is nice). imagine having all your pagan activities finally an option for you as you will have genuine solitude. imagine sleepovers with nestor in a normal sized bed again lol. imagine even hosting someone to stay over, like xiu or natalie! imagine decorating exactly how I want to, keeping my plants healthy and luscious. imagine taking care of your beauty in that luxurious bathroom that doesn't have cracks in the ceiling and walls. to slip back into an unhealthy pattern of thinking, imagine how impressed everyone will be when they come over and see how beautifully you live. imagine how they'll understand why you've been so reclusive and how much happier you are now. imagine the superiority you'll get to feel when it really hasn't been your doing this whole time.

#personal

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artsyxabbyx · 1 year

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Chapter 5

Comfort In the Chaos

Griffin runs his hands down his face as he thinks of where he wanted to start. The best place to start was probably at the beginning, but the beginning doesn’t seem to exist when your mother is a pathological liar that can convince anyone that her family fell apart because of their father, Ignacio, a man that worshiped the ground she walked on.

Their father was in the picture for as long as Griffin could remember. Griffin assumed he was still in the picture after he ran away to take care of Axel, but fate (or luck, whichever hated him more) didn’t seem to hold that truth.

Ignacio was a gentle soul with a strong drive to keep his family safe no matter what it took. He would walk through hell when Ximena refused to walk on a match. He would pick up the chores around the house for the boys if they ever forgot to do them and would send a wink their way with a quick ‘she doesn’t have to know it was me.’ Anyone that looked at Ignacio felt safe, at ease even, by those honey eyes.

Teaching the boys to hunt, cook, fence, farm and clean was nothing but the bare minimum to him and he made sure they knew it.

“I only want the best for you both. If your mother and I aren’t around, then you will need to provide for each other. I can’t say for certain with the times we’re living in you will be as fortunate to find a lover, so you have to be ready to take care of each other.”

The boys look at each other, nod their heads and get right back to their learning. Love was nothing but a time waster in this world, Griffin had to constantly remind himself of that.

“Hey, earth to Grif, what is it that you need to tell me that is so shell-shocking that you haven’t had the ability to speak for five minutes?”

Axel doesn’t mean to come off as rude as he is, but with the anticipation gripping at his sides and twisting his stomach, he lets his nerves get to him.

“When did dad leave? I need to know that first. That is going to tell me where to start.”

Axel tensed and shifted uncomfortably as if the memory was enough to steer him away from the curiosity of finding the truth.

“He left about a year and a half after you ran away. He refused to stop looking for you, though. Everyday it was ‘but what if Griffin this’ and ‘Griffin could come home that.’”

Axel didn’t realize that he had balled his fist, he didn’t even realize the slight tremble in his legs. He wasn’t sure if his tiny outburst was anger placed towards his father for leaving, or if it was jealousy that his brother seemed much more wanted than he would ever be. All he knew was that there was a pain that settled in him that changed from emptiness and sorrow to rage and revenge for the boy that would never get to know familial love again.

Griffin seemed to pick up on the tense atmosphere and he stood up, held his hand out in offering and waited. Axel, confused as ever, put his hand out as well and Griffin pulled him into what seemed to be a bone crushing hug.

There was so much he wanted to say, so much he needed to apologize for. He needed to tell Axel all the things he did to keep assassins and others away from the boy from a distance. If he could find the correct words, he would say ‘I’m sorry I left you to deal with that alone.’, ‘I did try my best to keep you safe from a distance, but I couldn’t keep you from the real monster.’, ‘I’m sorry I didn’t bring you with me.’ ‘I came back and watched out for you every night that she didn’t have someone right outside of that stupid window watching guard’ but now wasn’t the time for any of that.

Instead, he settled for a “you’re not alone anymore. I don’t know how many times I can apologize for running back then, but I’m not running again. I’m here now. You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to, if you want to punch me or curse me again you can. I understand.”

Axel couldn’t help the choked sob that fell from his lips or the tears that he didn’t know he was holding back. All this time, he began to believe that he was hated by his older brother. He began to believe that he was forever going to be known as the lesser brother to him. But with Griffin’s unprompted apology, something told him that he was being so genuine it pained them both. Ximena had convinced him Griffin ran away because he was embarrassed of the people he was related to. Axel almost wanted to believe the lies that his mother fed him rather than face the truth that he was the one in the wrong.

“You really didn’t run because you were embarrassed of us?”

“I would break the noses of anyone that talked badly on your name. I was more than proud to be related to one of the strongest families in the villages. I’ll tell you more about that later, we can’t both be emotional messes.”

Griffin knew that a small joke wouldn’t do much harm, a light punch to his arm and a tiny ‘shut up’ confirmed his assumption. Axel took deep breaths to collect himself as he tried to figure out what he could say that wouldn’t make him more emotional than he already was.

“Mom told me they got in a bad fight one night and he threw a glass at her head, it shattered over her and glass got in her eye, but he was the one that ended up making a run for it. I guess that is what guilt does to you.”

Griffin couldn’t find himself believing that Ignacio would ever get physical with her, he would apologize for hugging her too hard or squeezing too hard in a massage, he would never bring her harm.

“Where were you at the time?”

“I wasn’t in the house, I was down in the village because mom said she needed to talk to him and didn’t want me listening in. She said it was about you lashing out on her and how dad needed to stop searching for a monster and start hunting instead..”

At the last sentence, things began to settle into place. Ximena didn’t want any witnesses.

Griffin knew he personally ran away because he was lashed out at. He didn’t want to run, but he knew he couldn’t fight back. He ran because he found something he wasn’t supposed to, then was blamed for the exact action that he escaped from.

If there was one thing that he and his father shared, it was mannerisms and intelligence, meaning Ignacio had to have found the one dirty little secret that Ximena didn’t want ANYONE to find.

Ignacio must have found the cellar that stashed her little obsession.

Griffin takes a moment to collect himself as he figures out how to find the proper words without going into too much detail of the pain he suffered through in silence.

“There’s a cellar in the far back corner of our property.”

“Oh I know. I know everything about that hell hole.”

“I found the cellar in the daytime, and decided maybe I should check inside for myself. When I started walking over to the building, I saw her and I kinda started to panic. If she was hiding something, I wasn’t about to lose my toes for snooping around.”

A bittersweet laugh is passed between the brothers when the situation is considered.

“One night I followed her in that cellar. She didn’t look like herself in the slightest, she had this glint in her eye that should've been the sign for me to walk away and not ask her any questions but I had to know what the meaning of it was.”

Axel tilts his head to the side, while it made sense that Griffin would be confused, he didn’t understand why their mother would be seemingly possessed by the liquid.

“Swey has no addictive properties, I’m not sure why she was acting differently…”

“When I called out for her she nearly whipped her neck off to look at me, there wasn’t fear there like I thought there would be, though. It was nothing but anger. I didn’t know how to react and next thing I knew she was rushing me with a dagger.”

After a deep silence, Griffin shakes his head. The memory wasn’t one that he wanted to go into the detail of with his younger brother, but he knew there were more questions to be answered.

“The rest of that is history. I ran away and began to live through different villages as long as I could until word got around that I was the one that lashed out and attacked her, rather than the other way around.”

Axel can't find what to say, he was always so convinced that his mother was a patron saint that always wanted what was best for the family, not the reason the family fell apart. Griffin looks up at him and the dreaded question is asked.

“So, where is mom now?”

“I’m not sure, she sent me for the anklet and cut comms with me.”

“Of course she did, I think I know where we will find her.”

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orangeglade · 2 years

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How to learn to understand male logic

If a man is annoyed by a woman's behavior, he usually exclaims: “What can you take from a woman!”, meaning by this that only men can have real logic and reasonable thinking. Jokes and stories are written about female logic, but it is customary to keep silent about male logic. Meanwhile, the behavior of men is very often so unpredictable and illogical that any woman exclaims: “You can’t understand men with the mind!” Men should have known for a long time that the "weaker sex" no longer exists for the simple reason that the "stronger sex" has many more weaknesses. Let's look at examples of what these weaknesses consist of and what male logic is.

Men ask a woman to save money so that there is enough money to pay, and they themselves go and buy beer and cigarettes with the last money. At the same time, they also wonder why they didn’t have enough money.

They complain that their wife buys cosmetics that are too expensive, while they themselves spend three times more on car repairs.

It is men who believe that in a year of cohabitation in a civil marriage, it is impossible to recognize each other in order to sign in the registry office. But a couple of weeks of dating is quite a sufficient period.

How man thinks

Men want his beloved to look the most charming and attractive, but as soon as she dresses up and gathers somewhere with her girlfriend, they immediately exclaim with displeasure: “What are you dressed up like that for?”.

Only they can offer: “Go to a cafe today with your friends” and at the same time think: “Then I can come off with my friends for the weekend!”.

A man invites a woman to a restaurant, and he, opening his mouth, stares at the local beauties. As soon as a woman glances at a man from a nearby table, the mysteries of male logic and reasoning about female shamelessness immediately begin to appear.

The woman tries to call him for hours, but he is terribly busy and cannot answer. If she does not answer him on the phone at least once, due to the fact that she is busy, then on the same evening, explanations for such “unacceptable” behavior will be required.

Best of all, male logic manifests itself when he is most vulnerable. For example, if a man's temperature rises to 38 degrees due to an ordinary acute respiratory disease, then he thinks like this:

- I feel bad, if I die tomorrow, I should lie in bed or it's time to write a will.

- I feel bad, but I won’t go to the doctor, suddenly the treatment will make me even worse.

- I feel bad, I have to go buy a beer or smoke to calm down.

- I feel bad, please hold my hand and bring me everything to bed, while not forgetting to say that I am strong and brave.

And what observant men!

They open the linen closet and ask, "Do you know where my sweatpants are?"

Men do not like to do only one thing, for example, they like to watch TV and read the newspaper at the same time. Here is your missus lying on the sofa and reading a newspaper, there is news on TV. You finish things in the kitchen, intercept the remote control from him and try to switch to a melodrama. Because of the newspaper, dissatisfied exclamations and arguments begin to rush that he watched an interesting program. נערות ליווי באילת Do not try to insist that you also need to relax and get distracted, in response you will hear only indignation and an offer to think about who is the boss in the house.

If a man gets a promotion at work, then he showed his abilities. If a woman was promoted to a managerial position, it is because she slept with the boss.

If a man is single at the age of 30, then he appreciates freedom. If a woman is not married at the age of 30, then her “train has already left”.

If a married man has a mistress, then it's his wife's fault, she didn't give him what he needed. If the wife has a lover, then she is “***d!”.

If a wife does not prepare food for her husband, does not do laundry, does not keep the house clean, then she is clumsy and lazy in the highest degree. If she cooks, does laundry and cleans at home, then a man does not need a housewife, he goes to another.

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never-enough-fanfiction · 2 years

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Everyday chores HC

Well, you actually did not mention who you want in this request. I’m almost sure it was supposed to be Joker request because of sharing the VA with Tatsu from The Way of the House Husband.

So I did both of them.

Not as househusbands tho. Doesn’t really suit their characters for me, but your request gave me ideas for some HC about everyday life with them.

I hope it will be enough.

Enjoy!

Benimaru:

Benimaru is NOT a morning person. Unless it's an Infernal, it's hard to dig him out of the sheets he's buried himself for the extra five minutes.

Were it not for the fact that he had to comb the twins' hair, he would probably sleep until noon.

He has a relatively constant wake up time, but going to bed depends on the company at the bar.

You can give him an exact grocery list, including the stores he should buy them in, and he'll forget half of it anyway.

Usually, he just walks with you or Konro and is a bags-carrying man.

Has difficulties with bargaining without fights, and sellers in Asakusa will have no qualms about squeezing out the last penny even from Beni-chan

In terms of cooking, he can survive on his own, but his food doesn’t have much taste.

Usually Konro is the cook.

Beni at the other hand is an irreplaceable jar opener.

If you cook him Sukiyaki will carry you in his arms.

Cleaning is a torment for Benimaru.

He'll wash these floors, but sweet Sol at what cost? The whining, sighing, and rolling eyes can be louder than festivals.

Dusting off always makes him sneeze.

Sometimes it feels like babysitting Shinra and Arthur is better than cleaning.

How long he stays in the hot springs depends on whether or not you are there with him.

As a rule, he gets bored quickly, but he can sit there for hours with you.

Also, as a captain, he doesn't always have time for such laziness, so when he can finally, he uses it.

Joker:

In the beginning, even when Joker was sleeping, he didn't really sleep much. His state of everlasting alert only allowed him to take a series of naps rather than actually deep sleep.

With time, when he considered the house a safe place, he began to sleep better, and the sight of Joker in the morning, not remembering what year it was, became more frequent.

Which does not mean that he always allows himself such luxuries. Our dark hero still has a job to do and he can't always afford to sleep till midday.

Sometimes you go to sleep alone, wake up with Joker. Other times you go to sleep with Joker and he is gone before you wake up. Other day he seems to sit in bed all day or not sleep at all.

If he has no other quests, it's very easy to convince him to take extra snuggles in the morning

Joker may be a dark hero, but this guy can be really lazy at times

No sleep schedule whatsoever

He learned all the house chores while living with his first family

If you give him a list, feel free to send him shopping alone

If you decide to take him with you, you will mainly be complaining about the high prices

"Can't we just steal it?"

Willing to help with cooking

Surprisingly good at chopping things up. Generally good in handling a knife.

He likes pointing out your mistakes, not because it bothers him, but just to tease you.

"You want me to choke on this potato?" muttered Joker skeptically looking over his girlfriend's shoulder.

"How come you have only one eye and I asked you to keep it on pasta, yet you still can see how I'm chopping vegetables?"

Absolute and unquestionable master of preparing chicken. Although sometimes it's hard to convince him to show off his abilities. He sees this as special occasions that will lose their charm if they happen too often. Dude just won't let be used for continuous cooking.

If he is supposed to cook himself, he'd rather order take out.

He likes tidiness more than you think. Not "not an ounce of dust", but rather "I don't like stumbling over my own things."

Takes care of his clothes. It is not easy to find something in both his size and style.

It does a great job of mending them and removing stains. Especially getting rid of blood on white shirts.

It is unknown what takes him so long in the shower.

It's not like this guy thinks his whole life over.

Maybe it's his secret hair routine?

After all, such hair does not care for itself

Joker makes noise all the time. Outside, it moves soundlessly, giving you heart attack as a hello, but inside the house he constantly hums, mumbles, thinks out loud, or even just sighs loudly.

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stranger-nightmare · 2 years

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Xu Shang-Chi ~ SFW Alphabet

A/N: the second of my six alphabets coming out this week! This time it’s sfw and with the gorgeous Shang-Chi! This is the first time I’ve ever written anything for him so I hope you guys like it!!🖤💫

Warning: one mention of sex but nothing overly explicit.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Shang-Chi takes a while to become physically affectionate. He’s not used to physical affection ever since his mother died, he’s touch starved and kinda self-conscious about it. You’d have to take it slow with him, starting with things like hugs and holding hands. But eventually I can picture him really growing to crave physical affection after realising what he’s been missing out on; so he’ll turn into a lil cuddle monster. But, until he gets comfortable with this kind of affection, he shows his love for you simply by spending time with you. He’s the kind of guy where you’re perfectly content to just hang out and be alone together, so you’ll just spend time in each other’s company but without really talking or anything; you’ll occasionally just show each other a meme and laugh together but otherwise you’re happy to be doing your own thing and just having him next to you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Well we all know from his movie that Shang-Chi is a great friend, albeit not the most honest, but like that’s understandable given his past. So I can imagine him very much latching on to the friends that he makes in high school, as you can see with Katy and Soo. He takes a while to open up and was kinda shy when you first met him, but once your friendship / relationship blossomed you came to realise that he’s just an incredible human being, so loveable, funny, kind; he’s just such a great time to be around, you can spend hours with him without ever getting bored.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Kind of like I said in the first section here; it takes him a while to get used to the idea of cuddling bc he’s not used to it. But eventually he learns to love it and wants to cuddle you as often as you’ll let him.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He definitely does want to settle down but feels like he can’t, he always has his past lingering in the back of his head. But I also see him as being a lil chaotic when it comes to domestic things. Like I think this boy does know how to cook but he just doesn’t, at least not often. He’s kinda content to just make super noodles and shit even though he has the knowledge and ability to make the most stunning and intricate Asian meals. He keeps his house clean, but not tidy. He’s got his own kind of organised chaos going on in his apartment; it looks like a disaster to the external eye but he knows exactly where everything is.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

So if Shang-Chi was to break up with I feel like it would only be bc the horrors of his past and his father were catching up to him and it was potentially putting you in danger. He’d only break up with you to protect you really. And I’m sorry but I fully feel like Shang-Chi would be the type to sneak away in the middle of the night, leaving you nothing more than a note, bc he can’t face actually having to say goodbye to you.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

As much as Shang-Chi loves you and is completely devoted to you I feel like he’d be hesitant to make any permanent and long-term plans like getting married bc he’s always fearful that his past is somehow going to catch up to him. So I feel like the two of you would be together for many many years before you finally manage to convince him to get married. Like at this point you practically were married anyway, just missing the official title.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Shang-Chi pretty much only had rough touch and tough love when he was growing up (after his mum died anyway) so he’s very deliberate in being extremely gentle with you. He can be rough with you, during sex we’re talking here, if you really ask him to and he does kinda enjoy it but if he had his way he prefers to be soft and gentle with you. Emotionally he’s also very gentle. He’s very calm and patient, even if you’re arguing. He’s an amazing listener, it’s so easy to just rant away to him and he absolutely doesn’t mind how long you go on for.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He does like to hug, but he’s not the biggest fan of pda so he pretty much only hugs you when you’re alone. But when you are alone he will hug you so much, like I’ve already said, he eventually learns to love physical affection and just loves to hug you so much. He likes to squeeze you super tight when he hugs you. He also secretly loves it when you come and hug him from behind, tucking your head into the space between his shoulder blades.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

I feel like he’s kinda slow to admit that he loves you. Like even after he knows it in his heart, he still doesn’t tell you for a while, like he’s almost scared to admit it that it’s true.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

I don’t think he gets very jealous, he loves and trusts you. He only steps in when other people are flirting with you if he thinks the other person is gonna get physical or something.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Soft, gentle, and so full of passion. He likes to kiss your face, your cheeks, your temple, your forehead, your nose. I also see him as the kind of guy who likes to kiss your hands. His favourite is when you kiss his forehead.

L = Love language (Pretty self explanatory, what is their love language?)

Quality time. He will always make sure to carve out time to spend with you no matter how busy and hectic your lives are; he always has time for you.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Shang-Chi is not one to lounge around in bed, once he’s awake he’s up pretty much straight away. He likes to get in a quick workout, shower, and have decent breakfast before his day gets started. Even on the weekends and his days off, he’s still not one to lie in.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Despite always being an early riser Shang-Chi is still one to stay up late, way past a respectable bedtime. It’s either bc you guys were on a night out with Katy that ended in karaoke again, or just bc he stayed up late scrolling on his phone even though he was physically in bed at a decent time.

0 = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I think I already covered this but yeah Shang-Chi is very slow to open up. It takes many months, perhaps almost going on a year, of the two of you being together for him to finally start revealing anything about his past and his childhood.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

I think Shang-Chi is super patient and doesn’t get angered often. He might get lightly frustrated or annoyed sometimes but he’s not one to get fully angry very often.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Shang-Chi is super good at remembering all the little things you tell him, all the details about all the things you love! And he likes to surprise you by mentioning or even bringing you a gift of something that you mentioned even if it was just in passing.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

HIs favourite moment in your relationship is one that only he knows about. And it’s a small moment where he realised how safe you made him feel, how he suddenly realised that he could let his guard down, be himself completely, confide in you and you would never judge him and always be there for him. It was a small moment where something just clicked inside him and he was just like ‘yeah, they're the one’.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Shang-Chi is very protective of you, but not possessive. He doesn’t get super riled up when he sees other people flirting with you or whatever bc he has a lot of trust in you, but, as soon as he senses even the mildest of danger he is right there by your side. He’s definitely the type to sacrifice himself for you if that kind of situation ever arose.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

I feel like Shang-Chi is one to put a lot of thought and time into planning dates and anniversaries and things. He prefers to plan something meaningful that he knows you’ll enjoy rather than just spending a bunch of money on a fancy restaurant and gift. I think he’s more about experiences and making memories instead of extravagance. When it comes to everyday tasks he’s reasonably good. Like he always keeps the house pretty clean, albeit messy. But he does tend to get behind on things like dishes and laundry and you kinda have to prod him about it but he’ll pretty much do it right away once you’ve reminded him.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Idk if this counts as a bad habit exactly but I feel like he’s not the best at communicating his feelings, like he’s just a bit closed off, particularly at the beginning if your relationship. Also his sleep schedule, in the sense that he’s always staying up late, can be quite hectic and annoying to keep up with.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

I feel like Shang-Chi is like averagely concerned with his looks. He likes to keep clean and polished, has a basic skincare routine. But it’s nothing overly extravagant or expensive, just something he can do quickly but leave him feeling and looking good.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

I feel Shang-Chi wouldn’t realise he didn’t feel complete until he did have you in his life and suddenly felt this wholeness that he just had never experienced before. It’s another thing that makes him realise how in love with you he really is, the fact that you fill this void inside him that he hadn’t even known was there.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

Shang-Chi has a guitar, knows how to play it, and sometimes serenades you. He literally has not told another soul about it, not even Katy, so it’s a very special and intimate thing that he only shares with you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like)

Bullies, of any kind. He cannot stand bullies or people that are mean or rude for no good reason. He always makes a point of being super polite and kind to servers and waiters etc.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Idk why but I feel like Shang Chi is someone who mumbles a bit in his sleep, and someone who tosses around a lot. He’s kinda a light sleeper as well, it doesn’t take a lot to wake him up. I also see him as a blanket stealer.

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vaspider · 3 years

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I'm getting married Saturday! Any words of wisdom to impart for someone starting that new chapter (if you're comfortable with it)? Thanks for being a parent figure to so many of us on here. Goodness knows lots of us need someone like that.

In any case, Shana Tovah, and many blessings to you and yours!

💙

First of all, mazel tov! So much joy and happiness to you both. 💓

I had to think about this for a bit. @dadhoc and I have been together for 17 years and married for 12, and we've been with @apocalycious for 2.5 years, so I think we're doing something right. In no particular order:

Know when you need to be Right and when you'd rather be Happy. If your spouse wants to build a house with a Jell-O foundation, keep arguing/discussing/etc. bc you need to be right - it could hurt you both if you don't! If you're arguing over which one of you said what when you clearly had an unfortunate misunderstanding and accidentally hurt each other's feelings... wouldn't you rather be happy than right? Take a deep breath, apologize for your part in the misunderstanding, and figure out how to not have it happen again.

Don't let the sun go down on your anger. Don't go to bed angry with each other or actively arguing. That kind of stuff calcifies.

Figure out how the other person expresses love and says they're sorry, and honor that. Communicate how you need to be loved and apologized to. @dadhoc doesn't always say "I love you" out loud, but they make the leftover challah into French toast on the weekend, and they work really hard on NerdyKeppie stuff. I write poems and make art for people and get silly little presents, like an enamel pin with a red panda or a penguin on it for my boos. If you mention something you might like to do someday offhandedly, or a question you wonder about, Evie will remember that and research it for you! Steve also often doesn't say "I'm sorry" out loud - they will go wash the bedding and clean the bedroom so we can all spend time watching TV and snuggling together when the argument is resolved... but I need to hear "I'm sorry" out loud. So I acknowledge and appreciate the things they did, and they say the words out loud.

Respond to what your partners say, not to your baggage or to what you expect them to say. This becomes more of a Thing the longer you're together: you have so many conversations and talks and arguments that you fall into a comfortable groove with each other. That's great! But. Make sure when they're talking that you're not responding to something your dad said that hurt you 20 years ago, or to your ex who was hypercritical of you, or to who your partner USED to be, 6 years and a bunch of discussions ago.

Celebrate each other's successes, even the little ones. Get ice cream together when you finish a project at work. Take each other out for self-care time. You're together because you're each other's biggest fans, after all, but also...

You don't have to be each other's everything. I'm fact, you shouldn't. Make time for yourself. Spend time with your friends. Cultivate your friends, not just our friends. (Evie is friends with people I can't stand, and I'm happy they get along!) Have your Own Things that you do and are.

Spoil each other just a little. If you won't do it, who will?

Laugh with each other but never at each other. Human beings are ridiculous!

Go to therapy. It's preventative maintenance for your brain.

Find something you enjoy doing together that has a finished product at the end. Build a model, bake a cake. Evie and I really like cooking together. Even cleaning is nice if I'm doing it with my partners.

Don't stop going on dates, even if a date means eating dinner outside instead of in your kitchen.

Speaking of which: try to make Family Dinner a thing. Sit at an actual table presuming you have one, trade off making food, put your phone somewhere else while you're eating, and talk to each other without distraction for at least that long every day. I know I sound like a mom in a Pixar movie, but I'm serious, this works! When I was sick, we stopped having a dining room table really bc of how our house got rearranged, and we didn't eat together at a table for years. Now our Family Dinnertime is sacrosanct. Even if we're all eating leftovers, we eat at the table right around the same time every day. It makes a difference in our ability to connect with each other. Eating together is an important human bonding activity.

You're going to change. So is your spouse. That's not just okay - that's great! Life means growth. I'm not who I was in 2004, thank G-d, and neither is Steve. I'm not who I was in 2019, for that matter. That change and growth is who you're becoming together, so honor and celebrate that. You can't grow old together if you don't grow old, after all.

If you're so inclined generally speaking, never stop looking at your sexy-ass spouse with the same wide-eyed delight you do now. Just... enjoy it when they're getting changed in the room with you. If I ever stop saying "... butt... " dreamily when one of my partners is changing, or informing one that they're missing out on seeing the other's butt, just bury me, I'm dead. Appreciate them out loud. They're cute!

Smooch daily.

Take care of yourself. You can't be a good spouse if you're not eating food food, getting enough sleep, etc.

Even in the shitty parts, which will happen, remind yourself that you've got backup. From now on, you've always got backup, and it's much easier to go through crises with your biggest fan by your side. It'll be a great story on the other side, right? I'll forever tell the one about how when Steve was in the hospital for afib, and the docs had to knock Steve out to shock their heart into behaving, they woke up and started immediately asking "where's my [husbutch]?" They got so insistent about it - still loopy on the anesthesia - that the nurse came to get me. I called from the doorway and Steve calmed down... for 5 seconds, and then their short-term memory cycled, and they started asking for me again. This happened half a dozen times until I asked "do you want me to just ... squeeze in?" bc Steve's insistence was slowing the doctors down, the docs said yes, so I worked my way up to the head of their hospital bed and said "here I am, please calm down so the doctors can work." Steve said, "oh! My [husbutch]. Hello, [husbutch]!" and took my hand and calmed down. It was a TERRIBLE day but I LOVE that story in retrospect.

Smooch lots.

Mazel tov! Love each other. Building a marriage is work, but anything worth building takes effort. It sounds cheesy but it's so true. 💗

#spider talks #marriage #long post #i never did know how to say anything briefly

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devildomdisaster · 3 years

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Hi can I ask for the reaction of the demon brothers to the mc who always behaves fearlessly, but is afraid of a sharp clap and hides behind them?

Hi anon, this is my first ask for this blog so I hope it's what you wanted.

I got a bit carried away with this one so it ended up a bit long.

Normally fearless mc who hides behind the brothers after a loud noise

Lucifer:

Initially, Lucifer thinks that a human who has little to no magic ability (at least at first) is going to be helpless and frightened of almost everything. This is the Devildom after all, and demons would love to eat a sweet human soul.

But you routinely stand up not only to his brothers but to him.

Honestly, he finds it frustrating.

With no way to intimidate you Lucifer’s normal tactics to ensure proper behavior are rendered useless.

Not only that but you encourage his brothers to act up as well.

But your fearlessness has also endeared you to him.

Even more pride than normal radiates off him when he sees you put some lower-level demon or his brothers in their place. Even if he has to step in sometimes.

Lucifer discovers your fear as you walk into Ristorante Six and a waiter drops a tray of drinks behind you as you are being shown to your table

The tray hits the ground with a loud clatter

Lucifer turns at the noise but otherwise thinks little of the situation

You however are immediately hidden behind him, hands fisted tightly around handfuls of the back of his coat

He is surprised but quickly schools his expression into one of concern.

His first thought is if you are alright, did something on the tray somehow hit you?

He turns to you, taking your clenched fists into his hands.

For all intents and purposes you seem physically fine just…scared. Truly frightened.

Later when you have calmed down he might ask you about your reaction. But for now he will simply comfort you.

He pulls you into his arms whispering lowly into your ear, “there is nothing that can hurt you while I am here Mc. It’s alright.”

Once your breathing has slowed he’ll ask if you’d like to leave and go back to the house of lamentation.

If you were just startled he’ll spend the evening as planned, although he is far more aware of the movement of the surrounding demons. And any possible loud noises that could startle you again.

If you do want to go home he will gladly take you, he’ll propose a quieter evening, relaxing in his study listening to his records perhaps?

Mammon:

Oh, his fearless human!

He is oh so impressed at your bravery.

It’s almost reckless at times how little fear you seem to have in the face of demons.

This boy loves to watch you stand up to other demons or handle situations that others would consider frightening (especially for humans).

Your fearlessness makes you the perfect partner in crime for his schemes.

He loves the rush of getting away with his schemes and loves having you there to share that rush with even more.

Of course, when you do participate in his less than honest scheming, or even his honest ones, he is always there to protect you.

Watching you be fearless is fun but if anything could actually hurt you he is always aware of it. Ready to step in front of you at any moment. You’re his human after all. It wouldn’t due to have something harm you when he can prevent it.

You’re not even outside the house of lamentation when a rather peeved Lucifer comes into the kitchen. “Mammon!” he thunders with a loud slap of his hands on the counter.

You jump behind Mammon, face pressed into his back

One of Mammon’s arms unconsciously reaches behind him to shield you even more.

He is shocked at your reaction but the instinct to protect you kicks in instantly.

“Lucifer” Mammon warns quietly with a quick glance towards you behind him “could we maybe do this later I think Mc…” He trails off

Once Lucifer is gone, seeming to have gotten the gist of the situation, Mammon turns to you. one hand stroking your head gently until you look at him.

“Hey, Mc you’re ok. What’s gotten into ya?”

“The noise” you mumble. Half embarrassed, half still trying to calm your racing heart.

“Geez Mc, ya don’t gotta worry ‘bout stuff like that when I’m around”

He doesn’t quite understand why a loud noise would scare you but is more than willing to listen if you want to explain.

Levi

Levi doesn’t get you.

How can some magicless normie human not be afraid in the Devildom? Surrounded by actual demons? Whatever it’s not like he gets normies anyway.

But then he gets to know you and he actually likes you. You’re his Henry now, his player 2 or… whichever you prefer Mc. Even admitting this to himself is sometimes so hard.

Your whole fearlessness thing still confuses him, but it’s impressive too.

He enjoys being able to play horror games with you or watch horror anime without you being terrified.

It’s like nothing phases you. You can face down anything the Devildom throws at you. Levi thinks you’re so cool, it’s almost not fair!

He kind of wonders what actually scares you

He finds out one night when Asmo throws the door to his room open so hard it bounces off the wall with a loud slam.

Asmo is crowing about family bonding night and repainting Levi’s nails “because gaming isn’t all that matters Leviathan, and you should have been in the living room half an hour ago!”

Levi groans at Asmo’s outburst. Then pauses, blinks slowly, and realizes you’re hidden behind him quaking in…in fear?

His demon form slips out quietly and he wraps his tail around your waist protectively.

He doesn’t understand why you’re frightened but he’s got you covered normie.

“Ohhh, I didn’t know you were playing that kind of game!” Asmo grins purposely misreading the situation. “You and Mc can come down when you’re done.” he sings, shutting the door behind him as he leaves.

Levi’s face is so red, he opens and closes his mouth several times before any words make it out.

“M-mc did did Asmo do something to you? or?” He’s trying to figure out what’s got you so scared.

But he’s still so flustered from Asmo’s teasing that he can’t turn to face you. Instead, he keeps his tail protectively and hopefully comfortingly around your waist.

“No” you sniff “the noise. When the door, it just”

“Oh, good. Not good-good! I mean good that Asmo didn’t do anything.”

You’re both silent for a long moment as Levi composes himself and turns around. Levi finally has time for his surprise to hit him. This is what you are afraid of? He never would have guessed. Still, he doesn’t think any less of you. How could he? Everyone’s got their things, their fears.

“Thanks, Levi,” You say, tapping his tail gratefully.

You get to watch the red bloom across his face this time.

Satan

You being fearless is intriguing and impressive.

He has read about all sorts of phobias and a part of him wants to expose you to some common ones just to see if any of them scare you.

But he won’t.

He likes you too much for that.

You aren’t afraid of pranking Lucifer with him.

Or of late-night library searches, or cursed books, or most importantly of him.

He expected you to be afraid of him, he is the avatar of wrath after all, and his anger can and has made him lose control.

But you're not the least bit afraid of him. He truly appreciates that.

While cooking dinner the loud clatter of a pot falling to the floor and splashing its contents to the ground makes him curse and then sigh, but it makes you jump behind him.

hm? Oh. Oh!

With one hand gripping his shoulder and the other clutching his shirt, it only takes a moment for him to recognize your fear.

He realizes pretty quickly that it must have been the loud noise.

There’s a part of him, the same part that had wanted to test you for hidden phobias, that is immensely satisfied with this new information about his favorite human. Excited even.

Satan feels that knowing there is something that scares you makes you more real.

He almost chuckles at your reaction.

Instead, he guides you to a seat and as he straightens lets his knuckles brush your cheek gently.

“Are you alright Mc?”

He waits until the shock and fear have worn off before cleaning up the mess on the floor.

He knew there had to be something that scared you, he just hopes this fear isn’t tied to any…unpleasant people or situations in your life. Just the thought of that erases all his satisfaction at discovering your fear.

If you’re still a bit rattled he’ll keep you distracted, while he finishes cooking, with tales of the Devildom and the new installment of his favorite mystery show or the new novel he’s reading that he thinks you might like.

If you have recovered he’ll gladly accept your help finishing dinner.

Asmo

Asmo loves your fearlessness.

He thinks it makes you even more attractive.

He says that other than your magical potential it was one of the things that led him to make a pact with you.

“Nothing seemed to phase you, I just had to know more!”

Drags/brings you shopping a lot partly just to watch you stare rude demons down.

Of course, he is always there just in case a demon doesn’t get the point, but he takes a kind of pleasure in seeing demons try and fail to intimidate you, before leaving in shock and shame at being unable to scare a mere human.

He doesn’t let you get into dangerous situations if he can help it. Being confident and fearless is all well and good Mc, but you are still a human and demons can be dangerous.

During one of your shopping trips, there is a loud clap of excitement from a demon when they find what they were looking for.

You gasp and duck behind Asmo.

He turns an amused smile on his face.

“Mc, how can you possibly help me look for my size when you…oh!

As he sees your face he understands. You’re afraid.

He is flattered that you chose to hide behind him for protection. He thinks it shows how much you truly trust him.

He takes your hand in his, even as his head tilts slightly trying to figure out what scared you.

It all clicks a moment later. The noise.

He grips your hand a bit tighter and guides you out of the store, away from the situation.

Asmo knows that your reaction could have just been from being startled but he also knows that it could be tied to a deeper fear of something or someone.

He hopes you were just startled but makes sure you know that he will always protect you from your fears. Minor or serious.

If you let him he will have a whole self-care spa day with you after you get back to the house of lamentation.

Beel

Beel is impressed by a fearless human.

Especially one with little to no magic when first coming to the Devildom.

But he is also concerned for you.

He worries you might do something reckless.

So he makes sure to be around in order to make sure you stay safe.

Will 100% eat a lesser demon who tries to harm you.

Beel wants you to be safe.

But he is glad that your fearless nature gives you the confidence to explore more of the Devildom than just RAD classes.

He is so happy when you want to go somewhere new with him, maybe to a restaurant or cafe you haven’t tried yet.

The first time you hide behind him is after the wind blows a chair over at a nearby table outside a cafe.

You are on your feet in an instant

And in the next, you are almost cowering behind him.

Beel is startled.

He doesn’t understand why you seem so afraid.

But he pulls you into his arms anyway.

Beel comes right out and asks you about your reaction.

When you explain that it was the loud noise Beel nods.

He wants to ask if you were just startled or if there is more to your fear but doesn’t want to overstep.

He’ll wait until you are headed back to the house to ask.

Whatever your answer is he’ll accept it and in the future act accordingly to prevent you from being afraid.

Belphie

Honestly hates how fearless you are at first.

It annoys him and he wants to make you afraid of him…until he doesn't.

And the complete 180 surprises even him.

He still wonders how a human can be so fearless and kind of wonders if it's all an act you use to protect yourself.

Even so, he’s still impressed that you can be fearless in the Devildom.

He’s another one who likes to see you tell other demons to get lost.

He thinks that a human chasing off a Demon in the realm of demons is hilarious.

On the way to RAD one morning what sounds like a loud clap causes Belphie to turn and see another demon being slapped.

He goes to make a snide comment to you, only you aren’t standing next to him anymore.

Instead, you are tucked behind him holding tightly to his uniform jacket.

“Um, Mc? What exactly are you doing?”

And that’s when it all comes out.

The noise had scared you so much you had hidden behind him.

Belphie just shrugs. It’s surprising sure, considering all the other things you’ve seen and experienced in the Devildom. But hey you are a human, something was bound to scare you eventually.

He’s curious if you are just easily startled or if you have a fear of sudden loud noises.

Unlike his brothers (*Satan) he is curious enough to test you and see which it is.

Unless you come out then and there to tell him you have a fear of loud noises he will plan out a ‘prank’ to startle you again.

If it turns out it’s not a fear caused by anything serious and you are just easily startled he will use it against you occasionally, at least until he is bored of your reaction or you ask him to stop.

But he doesn’t want to hurt you, emotionally or physically. If it’s a genuine fear he’d never use it against you. And he’d personally end anyone who did.

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hikarimiyanaga · 3 years

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The Dimitrescu Ladies and Donna Beneviento reacting to their S/O wielding/having magic.

A/N:

The simping is officially being extended with Donna. She's just so precious.

Alcina Dimitrescu / Lady Dimitrescu

When Alcina first sees you wield magic, it was to help Daniela with a book that she wanted to read. The book was on top of a closet and neither you or Daniela could reach it. So you used magic to get it down.

Alcina smiles because she knows your special, of course you are, but this just cements that statement.

Since then Alcina always keep her eye on you to see if you would use your magic but you never do.

She asks you about them and you clench your fist.

Having magic in your previous village was considered evil, you were branded a witch and people tried to burn you.

Fortunately, you escaped at the last moment.

She hugs you then caresses your face.

"You know you're safe here, right, Darling?" You nod. "I will kill all those who would dare try to hurt you for your gifts." She takes your hands and kisses them. Tears escape your eyes as she kisses you.

Ever since then, you've practically used magic everywhere. It was freeing to use it since you've been denying something that's a part of you your whole life.

You even began practicing illusion magic so you could perform together with Alcina when she sings the Opera.

And the first time that you two did, everyone is amazed. Even Mother Miranda was speechless.

Alcina thanks you profusely but you just smile at her.

Alcina shows her gratitude that night as well.

Donna Beneviento

You're the only help that Donna has since she preferred being alone. You were her maid turned lover who wanted to still take care of the house.

She knew taking care of the house can be hard since well you're only one person but you wave off her concern and say it's fine.

One day, she got curious so she and Angie decided to spy on you. Her jaw drops as she sees the broom move by itself. The knife cutting with no one moving it.

You don't notice them staring at you as you cook the meal for the day. You finish the soup and was about to call for them when you notice them.

"Donna? Do you guys need something?" You ask as you remove the apron from your body.

"What is happening!?" Angie was the one who answers and as usual she was loud. "How did the thing-"

"Move by themselves?" You ask with a smile and Donna nods. You hold out your hand and a fire appears. You pull it back and wink. "Magic, my dearest."

Ever since then, Donna would always watch as you cook food or clean the house. She's always so amazed when you use it.

So you decided to learn illusion magic to impress her.

And boy was she impressed as you made butterflies appear whenever you're with her.

Angie would request different illusions each time you would show butterflies and you comply because it makes Angie happy. You kiss Donna everytime Angie gets distracted by her request and it's all worth it.

Every night before you two fall asleep, you always show her an illusion of twinkling stars in your room. It makes her calm and happy.

Bela Dimitrescu

You were waiting for the three girls that night when you absentmindedly used your magic. It was a simple illusion but it nonetheless made all of their jaws drop at the sight of a translucent cat.

"A cat!?" Daniela shouts and you got surprised so the illusion disappeared.

They all look at you and you scratch your neck.

Not one of them knew you could use magic, not even Alcina who originally employed you to be a maid.

"It's just a hobby." You tried to downplay your ability but Bela won't have it. She doesn't like it when you try to put yourself down like that.

"No, it's amazing, Y/N." You nod and she kisses you.

Since then, you've been training your magic with Bela coaching you while Cassandra and Daniela cheers you on.

Learning about something with your love supporting is just special. Your sisters-in-laws' cheering is just a bonus.

One day, you decide to use magic to assist the sisters on the hunt and Alcina sees it.

She approves of the ability which made Bela proud.

That night, you use magic to give her a room full of flowers, granted they were illusions, but she was still so happy.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Cassandra decided to take you on a hunt since she noticed you were bored for the day. And hunting always make her excited.

It was so dark when she finally got a maiden and you can't see much. So you use magic to have at least a source of light to see where you're going.

Her jaw drops and she drops the maiden. She shakes you hard because why haven't you told her!? Why didn't you show it off!?

You calm her down. "I could only use it a little bit so I didn't think you'd be impressed." She pinches you.

"Of course, I'd be impressed! I can't use it at all!" She huffs and you hug her as you say sorry.

Ever since then you practice your magic and Cassandra is enthralled every time.

You got so better that you could do illusions. And she was just so happy for you.

Your favorite illusion to do is different animals because you know they can't have physical pets but with this, she can at least see different ones.

She was just amazed when you did an illusion of an elephant and she laughed when Daniela tried to hug it.

Every night, you'd show her an illusion of a cat sleeping by her bedside because it's her favorite animal.

Daniela Dimitrescu

Alcina actually invited you to Castle Dimitrescu to perform magic.

At first, Bela suggested that you were a fake and a fraud but Daniela came to your defence.

Alcina didn't mind either way since you were entertaining so she kept inviting you every week.

One night, Daniela asked for your autograph and you smile as you give it to her. Then you wink as you get a bouquet of flowers out of thin air and ask her out.

She accepts and you take her to your spot. You show her illusions of deers, doves and even fireflies. It was so magical and it made Daniela love you more.

It was a year into dating when she asks you to move to Castle Dimitrescu, she even got her mother's permission. You kiss her and say yes.

Daniela always show you off to Bela when you do illusions. Bela accepts her defeat and even apologized to you.

Daniela cheers as you and Bela shake hands.

In your first night in her room, you conjure illusions of butterflies to thank her for being a part of your life.

She thanked you in other ways.

A/N:

Another headcanons! I'm just writing on my phone again so sorry for the mistakes!

Comments and thoughts are always welcome!

Thank you for reading!

#alcina dimitrescu x reader #donna beneviento x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #Daniela Dimitrescu x reader #re #re fanfic #resident evil #resident evil village

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neurospicy · 3 years

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Why is it so fucking expensive to seek an adult autism diagnosis? I know there’s more going on with me than just my adhd. I’ve never seen anyone else with adhd that struggles quite to the extent that I am. I can’t seem to handle very basic, everyday things without getting overwhelmed. I burn out so easily to the point that my ability to function decreases even more.

For example, everyone has to work. Lots of people with adhd also manage to work, even if they end up job hopping a lot. Even when I had medication, it was like I still couldn’t handle the stress. I would have a whole breakdown every day before work, literally thinking about harming myself or wrecking my car intentionally to avoid having to be there, feeling this crushing dread, anger, exhaustion, the negative thought spirals throughout the day, getting off or ending the week and not even being able to relax or enjoy yourself because the knowledge that you have to go back so soon is looming over you. Not being able to sleep because of the crushing dread of knowing you have to wake up and get back on that metaphorical treadmill, having nightmares about it when you do sleep.

Obviously the easy answer would be to simply get a different job, but the thing is that this has been every job I’ve ever had…and I’ve had a LOT of them. It isn’t just the work, though that feeling of not doing something that feels meaningful is definitely soul-crushing, but no, instead it’s the stress of pushing past a severe level of executive function until I no longer can and I begin to make mistake after mistake. It’s the draining exhaustion of seeing the same people and being forced into the same small talk. It’s not having any energy left to clean my house, cook, have a life, or pursue my special interests/hyperfixations. It’s feeling trapped in a schedule that doesn’t work with my needs or energy levels and eventually turns me into a shell of my former self. It’s knowing that each time I get fired and have that time to recover before being forced to re-enter the world that I never fully get back to what I once was. I lose a piece of myself and my ability to function lessens each time.

It’s frustrating because it’s like if I could just manage to work and keep working full time long enough, I could get insurance and get assessed, because I know deep down I’m on the spectrum…but I’ve gotten fired before that happens each time. It’s like I’m trapped in this cycle of not functioning well without support but not having the resources to seek a diagnosis so that I can get support. I feel like the system has failed me and like I’ve slipped through the cracks. It’s hard to have much hope because everyone always tells people that you have to help yourself or change what you don’t like, but it’s like I’m literally unable to get to the point where I can even do that.

#undiagnosed autism #actually adhd #actually autistic #autistic #adhd #mental health #adult adhd #adult autistic #autism in women #accessibility

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alfredosauce50 · 3 years

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Hi! I was wondering if you could do some Romano + Prussia x royal reader (separate) headcannons? I'm a sucker for a good forbidden romance and would be happy to see what you want to do with it. Thank you!

Yes, of course! Sorry for the kinda late response--I got carried away writing other things. What a coincidence that I've been doing a lot of exploring in fantasy! The reader is referred to as she/her.

Forbidden Romance Headcanons - Prussia and S. Italy

Prussia - The earnest pickpocket and sheltered princess

Unfortunately, Gilbert is on the wrong side of history. As an albino, he's been an outcast ever since he was born. In an age of superstition and class divide, his parents had no problem abandoning an extra mouth to feed. Especially when they were a demon with magical powers. Left to fend for himself as a baby, he only ever survived thanks to the generosity of an old neighbor. When they passed away due to old age, he had to get on by himself on the streets. Stealing, lying, whatever it takes to get some quick cash. And he's been doing it ever since he was five.

He loved fairytales ever since he was a kid. His guardian always told him these stories before bedtime, after all. They said it was good luck to give the princess a flower, and he remembered this a few years later during the royal parade in town. Pushing through the crowd of onlookers, he held out a small dandelion hoping you would take it. Before the guards could swat him away, you took the flower with a smile. All you remembered from that time was a small and dirty face gleaming up at you. And, of course, a pair of striking red eyes you would never forget.

In his adolescence, he became a thief with quick hands. It wasn't until he took on the most dangerous job of all did he make himself a public enemy. Stealing the royal family's jewels. And he would've gotten away with it if he wasn't forced to take a detour through the princess's bedroom. Unbeknownst to him, you were wide awake. Immediately, you recognized him as the little boy from that day. Without thinking, you hid him in your wardrobe until the guards left. That was the start of a strange friendship forged between two people from two worlds--a dirt-poor criminal and the well-loved princess of a thriving kingdom.

He visits you from time to time by climbing up the side of the castle. When he first did it, you practically throttled him by his collar, screaming, “Do you have a death wish? They'll throw you to the lions if you get caught!”. He simply responds with, “The awesome me never gets caught! That's why I'm here, ja?” Soon, this becomes routine until you learn to trust him.

Gilbert loves gloating about his adventures as a street rat, whether it's about singlehandedly beating up gangs of bullies or outrunning the palace guards. As a sheltered person of royalty, his stories reflect experiences alien to you. But it opens your eyes to things you've never seen, and it's very fascinating.

If he's not telling grossly exaggerated anecdotes of his greatness, he'll bring in board games and cards he “borrowed” from his friends. You've never played with them before as your parents deemed them unrefined. It fills him with pride to see you enjoying yourself so much, especially when he's teaching you how to play.

You don't go out very often, so he always brings back little trinkets and souvenirs. When you found out he stole them all, you would hit him on the head and tell him off. “Where did you get these from? Stealing and giving these to the princess--do you know how stupid that sounds?” Then, you would pinch his cheek until he tears up and admits his wrongs. “I-I thought you would like them, okay? I wanted to give them to you as a present...” The next day, you would accompany him to the shops he robbed and pay the owners back.

He gets upset and embarrassed when he realizes those gifts aren't gifts at all. Not when you paid for them yourself! One of the ways he shows affection is through giving gifts, but that unfortunately clashes with not having money. So he's eager to make something out of himself, even if he has to work as a bottom feeder and face unfair treatment for what he looks like. When you find out, his boss gets one hell of a time dealing with you. After that, he uses whatever small amount he earned to buy something for you.

As he grows out of his old habits, he becomes more honest. In fact, he's so determined to prove himself that he shows up one day with a homemade board game scribbled out on a spare piece of parchment. He's nervous and twiddling his fingers, and that's when you know you have to help him get back onto his feet. He's so touched by your kindness that he shows you a secret he's been hiding forever--he can do magic. It's one of his skills that let him become so good at stealing in the past.

After some practice to touch up his abilities, you try convincing your parents to let him work in the palace as an all-rounder. With the magic dancing in his fingertips, there's nothing he can't do. He has a green thumb, good reflexes, and the horses in the stables listen to him better than the caretaker! He can't forget that you encouraged him to let go of his doubts and previous identity as a petty thief. There's nobody in the world he looks up to more.

On the night of your eighteenth birthday, he's invited to a ball to celebrate. Once again, he finds himself anxious to see you in your dress, especially when he's quite glammed up himself with his suit and hair slicked back. While you teach him how to dance, he tells you he looks ridiculous. But you think otherwise and make it explicit. That's when Gilbert realizes he's completely smitten with you. He embarks on another journey to improve himself until he thinks he deserves you.

South Italy - The plebeian pâtissier and renegade royal

War has ravaged the kingdom and eaten into the state's reserves, leaving inflation rates at an all-time high. The suffering middle and working-class take it up to their rulers in a coup d'état, killing the king and queen. And now, they're searching for the princess amidst the chaos of an ungoverned dominion. Romano couldn't be more indifferent to such a cause, only ever caring about putting food on the table. He works day and night helping out his family's bakery, making what he can to get by. However, he's forced to take a side when he finds a girl on his doorstep on the verge of starvation.

Unable to turn away someone in need, he nurses you back to health. However, he does so with spite, wondering to himself why he has to give what little he has left to a princess. When you feel better after a few days, he's eager to send you off but changes his mind as you leave. Romano can't bear to let you face certain death, or worse, knowing how bitter the townspeople are about the unpopular war. So he welcomes you back with a sharp sigh with his head turned away. “Alright, alright, you can stay. Now stop making that pathetic face, you spoilt principessa--it's depressing.”

He relays a few house rules as conditions for keeping you around. You have to help him with chores. Cooking, cleaning, sewing, everything. Considering you always had someone doing those tasks for you, you're hopeless at it. He'll swat your hand and show you how to do things right with an annoyed scowl. “No, no, no, no, no! You're doing it all wrong. This is how you do it. What do they even teach you in that palace, huh? Books? Maths? Books about maths? Well, they won't keep you alive, you know!”

Because he's so observant and strict, he's a good teacher, and soon, you get the hang of everything. Before, he had to open his mouth to correct you every few seconds, but now, he can just watch you do his work with his arms crossed. It's a little demeaning to have someone watch your every move, but inside, he's relieved you're finally fitting in and not a complete waste of his time and resources. In reality, he never wanted to send you off and hoped he could just handle an extra mouth to feed. Not that he'll ever tell you.

When you're out and about, he makes you wear a cloak to hide your identity. When he's forced to interact with people, he'll hold you close and play everything off without arousing suspicion. Even if your hood falls off, he won't react--he's screaming inside in panic, but he's a great actor when he needs to be. You're totally not the princess, just a crazy similar doppelganger. The cloak is there so that people don't make a fuss. When they leave, he'll turn to you and scream how much of an idiot you are. But really, he was just worried to death--and you have a feeling he was. So you hug it out and leave him cussing with a red face.

As you two grow closer, his cousin Antonio notices how much he cares about you despite his efforts to hide it. It's a problem. He approaches him and warns that if people found out he was hiding the princess, he would get killed with her. Romano heats up and screams, telling him that he already knew what he got into the second he let you into his home. When he's asked why he's still keeping you around, he responds with, “It's not fair that her parents fucked up, and she has to face the consequences. Just like how I never wanted to run this stupid bakery--I wanted to be a painter, not burn my hands in the kitchen all day!”

Unbeknownst to him, you overhear the conversation. The next morning, he discovers that you're gone and loses his head. While he's screaming and crying, he's swarmed with the possibilities of what happened to you. He's a bit of an overthinker, but his paranoia is deserved--were you taken away in the middle of the night? Are you even still alive? He spirals down a path of self-loathing until he confronts how much he misses you, then his regret of never being frank with his feelings. Romano didn't understand what he had until he lost it. To say this was a wake-up call--to be more honest with himself--would be an understatement.

A week later, you return unscathed. Turns out, you left to stay with the owner of a paint shop owner your family always supported and bought from. You present him with a gift of some high-end oil paints, brushes, and canvases. When he sets them all down, he'll pull you into a tight hug, and once again, tell you how stupid you are. While he has you in his coils, you smile to yourself as you pat his hair, happy that you also got something in return. Some transparency. “I just thought I'd give you something... For all the trouble.” You'd say, and he'd shush you with a few hard kisses. “You were never a trouble. I wanted you to stay, so I'm more to blame than you.”

As the political situation of the country calms down, so do the anxieties of angry neighbors pounding on his door. You return to his home much to his content. Now that you're just as good as him at icing cakes, you spend more time running the bakery. This gives him some time to paint, and he can't be happier. Once you both get settled, he discovers another hobby on top of making art. Making coffee! The bakery evolves into a café lavishly decorated with his paintings, and it becomes the most popular establishment in town. You both realize how overrated it is to want to be anything more--you never bring up your title ever again.

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I recently finished my fic in which Diavolo cheats on MC so it got me thinking; and someone was speculating which bro MC should move on with. So that is where this came from. You can tell how I started with big brain time but then my one brain cell remained at the end.

How the brothers react/pursue you after Diavolo cheats on you while married:

Lucifer:

He has had internal questions about what his own loyalty meant and represented. After all, he values it the most. He begins to question what it means to have sworn loyalty to the man who could not even be loyal to his spouse- to you.

As a friend he; does not let Diavolo rest and he judges him outwardly, but as a right-hand man; he knows that Diavolo’s ability to rule is unquestionable

Lucifer will not ask for understanding from you but he hopes you have it

He hopes you know that he can simultaneously judge the man while helping him care for the Devildom

In fact, you both have to be mature about this

Lucifer lets you go through all the emotions in front of him, in the privacy of the house. It is his way of showing you what true pride means. Why should Diavolo or other citizens see you suffering over an unfaithful man?

He tries to make your life as easy as possible. Your room is clean, everything is in order even If in a fit of anger, you leave it differently. You do not have to cook; you don’t really have to do anything besides get better. He would take on your work despite the obligations he has.

If Diavolo comes for business to the House, Lucifer will make sure you are far away and protected

He treats you oh so gently, as gently as he can

And through that gentleness and care- emotions rise and turn into something more

At first, your relationship is built in privacy.

The love, however, cannot be hidden from his brothers so they are the only ones who know

The Devildom is a cruel place; what would they say about Lucifer and you? Diavolo’s right hand man with Diavolo’s ex-spouse? Must have been an affair. They would claim you were the one who cheated

From that worry it remains private for quite some time.

However, there comes a point where privacy and secrecy become blurred.

Knowing that neither of you wanted secrecy just privacy, makes you both realize that there is no reason to hide something which developed so naturally.

So, when the next ball comes, you don’t shy away from dancing together even as Diavolo and the entire Devildom watches.

Mammon:

In my humble opinion, the best one for this situation, listen listen- I will explain

Why?

Mammon does not shy away from expressing distaste and hate towards Diavolo for you. He has no obligations, he hasn’t sworn loyalty to him, he hasn’t really gotten on his nerves before so he is completely free

As the second brother he can openly tell Diavolo what he thinks (Lucifer makes sure it doesn’t get out of hand) and Diavolo can’t really claim that he hasn’t cheated on you so Mammon has the upper hand in a weird way.

But here is the biggest reason

Mammon’s loyalty and his feelings for you are something you will never have a chance to doubt

He was your first, he loved you first and he continues to do so

His love washes over you, it never drowns you

He does not leave your side as emotions come washing over you.

He has enough sense to match them as well

Boy practically moves into your room and if sometimes you kick him out so what?

Belphie definitely did not find him guarding your door nor sleeping next to it to make sure you were okay on a particularly bad day

After you heal it only makes sense to love Mammon; the most loyal by choice. The one who helped you heal and made sure you were whole again

He doesn’t even ask for your love- he earns it.

In fact, you don’t even need to have the ‘Oh Great Mammon, what are we?’ convo anyone dreads because it is as obvious as his love from day one

Leviathan:

His mood oh my God okay listen carefully here

Does he feel disgust towards Diavolo? Does he feel anger towards the man? Yes. A lot of it.

Does he still know Diavolo is stronger? Does he think Diavolo is still the most desirable man considering his position, his power and influence? Also yes

He is envious of Diavolo but at the same time he knows that his faithfulness is 100/10

At least that is where Levi finds comfort, a sense of pride and confidence

But what overrides all of those emotions is when he sees how broken and sad you are over the whole thing

He even forgets about Diavolo and tries to do everything he can

Sure, his methods are unorthodox. Bringing you Beel’s big bowl of ice-cream at 3am because he saw it in in anime? This is what humans do right?

Who cares? he risked his life and Beel eating his Ruri-chan figurines for you

He goes on a spree to investigate how to help you and surprisingly, his emotions match yours quite well

You need to rant? Come, he will make up insults with you as well! Henry hears them all! The best place to rant is in front of his tank- It is big, bright, reminds you there is still light but the echo?? The acoustics of the place? Amazing for dramatic displays

You want to cry? Levi is awkward with reacting to such a display but he doesn’t run away from it

He never confronts Diavolo head on but a permanent glare is etched onto his face. Everyone knows what Levi is thinking

He subtweets like crazy

He heard you once say that hitting Diavolo’s face without repercussions would bring immense joy so what does he do? Ta-dah a game where Diavolo is the target and you shoot! Go go!! aim at the fool!

Honestly, Levi does not even think about pursuing you. He does whatever he can to be the Henry, to be the best friend to you.

Your trope is friends to lovers! And the best part is that Levi doesn’t even notice it!

You, absolutely have to be bold and confess to him first

And when you do---good luck trying to keep him from passing out

Satan:

It is a dark and dreadful day when this man finds out what happened.

Why is everything quiet? Why is everyone avoiding him? Did Devildom suddenly become devoid of life? Undead life, sure, but still life?

Satan is wrath but he is also the most composed of his brothers. It is tricky even to tell him because what if he reacts impulsively? Who would save everything in his path?

The way he finds out is what matters here

He is a gentleman, an analytical being who does not miss your body language but he lets you speak anyway

Approach him carefully but do not be afraid of him, please

Be as composed as you can when you tell him that Diavolo cheated on you

Immediately he will go into his Demon for but his eyes are on you

On you, human so much weaker than him who Is holding their own

So as angry as he is; livid. Furious. Seething. He knows that destruction is not the best option. His eyes hold care and worry directed towards you.

Satan realizes he has to meet your maturity if he wishes to help you.

And he does but,,,, he remains petty omg

Satan knows he is slick and sly enough to insult Diavolo any chance he gets without fear of repercussions because ‘he just go big brain time and you can’t punish his petty ways.’

Listen carefully, he has never won in chess against Diavolo but now,, he has the biggest desire to for your sake

On a spur takes you to the human world one day to remind you how resilient humans can be. In a library he starts showing you examples of love stories and how they are relevant to you

‘Satan I really do not think that Cleopatra has anything to do wi-’ ‘Trust me, I will explain it right now.’

In a way, anytime he mentions a human getting over heartbreak he admires you

Does not shy away from expressing it as you gradually move on from Diavolo either

Sometimes, he doesn’t even know how flirty he can be

What? Top 10 love stories in which the main character falls for a charismatic, charming guy after being cheated on? That is pure coincidence

In actuality, Satan makes you blush and feel a connection while you are in the process of moving on

As you heal from Diavolo Satan’s advances get bolder. He is still careful; he wants you to see him as an option but not mix up all of your emotions

Once you are fully over Diavolo, it is impossible not to almost momentarily recognize the feelings Satan has; not to recognize the feelings you have

He will approach you about it first and even if you are cute in denying them, he really doesn’t give any space for lying about them

Asmodeus:

Let us get something straight,,, Asmodeus is the best at picking up on body language

He has incredible empathy and sympathy for you

He notices all the small details and changes and knows how to help you

He can think of so many ways to get your mind off Diavolo it is impressive

But,,,but!

Asmodeus is not stupid.

Asmodeus is careful and calculating

At first, he lets his other brothers console you.

He gives them tips about it too! If they can’t come up with anything Asmo is a fountain of new ideas

It seems like he is there as a plus one to his brothers, it seems like he is avoiding you while still helping you from the shadows

Why?

Asmo is not dumb, Asmo knows what his sin is and what it represents

He is confident but he questions how you would react and treat him after what happened

If he spent more time and payed attention to Diavolo he could have reacted?

What if you blame him for what happened? What if you blame his sin? It is easy to say you blame the sin not Asmo himself but he can never be separated from it

Asmodeus worries about it- to everyone's surprise

So, seek him out. Seek out this hero who doesn’t want any credit for his ideas and comfort. It is his strange way of ‘making up to you’

As soon as Asmo sees you coming to him, and worrying about him despite what you are going through- he knows. He knows you do not separate him from his sin. He knows you don’t blame him in the slightest

So, prepare for the best recovery of your life

It is amazing how Asmo does it. His brothers are envious and amazed at his ability to comfort you and bring a smile to your face.

His ideas now have him involved as well! He is the biggest bonus!

Asmodeus in reality, through everything he does- puts self-love first.

He teaches you, outwardly and inwardly, how to have confidence and how to love yourself. He demands that you never doubt your self-worth.

In a way, while Asmo is openly flirtatious and comfortable, you have to bring it up first in a serious manner if you have fallen in love.

Beelzebub:

Excuse me?

You said what? Diavolo did what?

What happened?

Beelzebub asks a few times because he honestly finds it so hard to believe that Diavolo is not strong when it comes to self-control

He finds it incredibly hard to believe that Diavolo would be stupid to cheat on you?

He is not sly like Satan, he is not aggressive as Mammon, he is not quiet as Levi but he nonchalantly makes it obvious how he feels about what happened. A disinterested Beel at student council meetings, a sharp glare; some unkind words which just slip out.

Belphie is thrilled to see his brother like this but Beel has enough control to realize what truly matters is bringing you peace. How could he do that If he pays attention to Diavolo? Well.

His very presence brings you peace and comfort

Beelzebub knows how to enjoy life in simple aspects.

He doesn’t even try to be flashy to make you feel better

His natural charm, gentleness and warmth is all around you

Just staying next to him, in silence, is enough to make you feel better

Pursing you and pursing a relationship with one another, like all things, is very simple with this boy

Just like everything else

He would never hurt you and he became the best security you could ask for

He almost yeeted a piano at Diavolo when he came to visit Lucifer on business but alas, that is a different story

Belphegor:

He knows what happened. As soon as you walk through the door, he manifests there

Arms crossed; an eyebrow raised

‘I told you so.’

It becomes his favourite sentence

Definitely the tough love kind of friend (Same Belphie I felt that)

Because of this he never lets you forget how much Diavolo sucks

‘How could you trust a man who is afraid of pickles?’ ‘I-I don’t think that has anything to do wi-’ ‘It obviously does.’

He already threatened Diavolo before, he made Diavolo go emo. His sarcasm and snide remarks do not rest

Everything is intensified with this boy

You want to rant about Diavolo? The best. He will rant more than you and even tell you embarrassing stories you didn’t know about the guy

‘One time, he heard about weed and made Barbatos bring it to him. Do you know how embarrassing a gold joint it? Anyway- he thought the Devildom turned into a game and followed Lucifer around for 5 days thinking he was a secret spy.’

Belphegor would make sure you sleep and get enough rest because, according to him, that is where healing starts. He will get your consent to use his powers on you first tho.

In reality, Belphegor is not shy with his advances but they would fly over your head most of the time

After a while he will absolutely confess when he is secure enough that you feel the same

Why? If you like the ‘I have fallen in love and didn’t even realize it until his great romantic gesture’ trope- Belphie is your man.

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