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glitterdragonthegreatprotector · 26 days

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I have gone insane. I have no questions yet, so I'm copying the whole list and answering them for Lucifer.

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

A few hours, to maybe a month. It really depends. Has there been a recent cleansing? He's going to sit still for a month. After that passes, he'll have a hard time keeping still.

How easy is it for your character to laugh?

VERY easy. He finds mortal ignorance cute, and will start chuckling over mortals not understanding the universe like he does. Not a malicious or condescending chuckle, mind you. A "Oh, I remember when I was like that. They'll learn that's a silly way of thinking eventually." Loves playing too, best way to get him laughing is to wrestle him.

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

He doesn't. He fights sleep with all his might to watch over his family. He can't sleep... any moment not watching for danger is another life lost.

How easy is it to earn their trust?

Surprisingly easy, as he knows that he can't judge by someone's surface, if they're offering help. If someone gives off a bad vibe, or has a lot of sin, he'll just be EXTREMELY cautious.

How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

Again, very easy. All it takes is hurting a child. Then you're his next meal...

Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

He has seen kingdoms rise and fall, languages rewrite themselves, and humanity change in unbelievable ways. Laws come and go, with each dying breath of a dynasty.

A part of him still thinks his father's word is law, and still believes his laws are immovable. That part of him, he wants to rip from his chest with his bare claws.

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

Seeing siblings play together, certain smells of flowers and honey, cold breezes, lamb chops, and old temples.

...it's a painful feeling, but he feels as though he deserves all the suffering he can get. He enjoys it, but it leaves him wanting to break his ribs, to rip out his still loving heart and tear it up. He will NEVER get that joy back, if he doesn't work for it. Even then, his happiness is eternally perverted. His memory stained and putrid, with rotting blood.

What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child?

Talking. Playing. Moving. Touching things. Laughing. Smiling. The list of things he was told not to do goes on and on.

As for starting to do... he was simply told to "Be better. Stop making such mistakes."

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

Occasionally, yes. As for if he remembers? He barely remembers what he ate today, and that word is probably in a dead language. He probably said it, when he was trying to understand someone else's language. Like how kids will shout "FUCK!" When they hear it for the first time.

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

...everything will be okay...

Yes, it always haunts him when he has to say this. Especially to children.

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

He will ask many questions, and does not care how silly it sounds, when it seems obvious to other people. Only time he doesn't ask questions when he's confused, is when he's also terrified. If he thinks people are in danger, he'll protect first, ask questions later, even if it means sacrificing himself or killing someone he could potentially redeem.

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

He'll roll in rocks and rubble, like a bulky sand bath, scratch himself on a wall like a bear, or get his brothers to groom him.

What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

He doesn't really care for clothes, as all he can wear is animal skins. He also doesn't care about looking good. He looks amazing in purple, however. As that's the color he used to be...

What animal do they fear most?

Lions. Not because they're dangerous, but because they remind him of his father.

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

He always speaks like he's reciting a ballad or a poem. All from his head though, so think theater kid improv.

What makes their stomach turn?

Overwhelming failure, and mutilated children.

Are they easily embarrassed?

No. There is not an ounce of self respect in his body.

What embarrasses them?

Being forced to take care of himself.

What is their favorite number?

He doesn't have one, as it would seem wrong to him to pick a favorite out of infinity. If he were to pick, it would be 2, as he loves his brother Michael, who was the second angel. Lucifer always did everything he could to be second to his brother, elevating him above himself.

Everything changed when he fell from grace...

The reverence is still there, but stained in blood.

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

Kinda?

He'd explain familial love as a duty and a burden at times. That it's a responsibility etched in blood, that sometimes feels like you can only be freed from through spilling it. But with some family, you will love them so much you will spill gallons of your own, and they'll hate you for it, because they'll wish they did the same first. As the way with family is. It's your responsibility to die for them. Ingrained in you. Making any betrayal from them poison your blood.

Platonic love is finding someone outside of your family, that you feel just as strongly for. They are the family, whose blood is not your own, but you would spill your blood just the same for them. You might even trust them more than family, as protecting you is not their birthright, but they protect you nonetheless. You are supposed to feel inclined to do the same. People you platonically love are kin, unfortunately fated to only know you by chance instead of default at birth.

...then romance is Asmodeus’s department- He just knows it has to do with mates.

Why do they get up in the morning?

He is needed, and important. Much to his dismay. Had it his way, he would never wake up again, and no one would miss him. Alas, he is a beloved leader despite his flaws, and he still has a family that loves and depends on their big brother.

How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)?

Depends, honestly. If he's jealous over something silly with his siblings, he'll be over dramatic to annoy them.

But if he's jealous of someone for their looks, power, social standing, or even their home, it will manifest in a "holier than thou" way. He'll judge and mock the person he's jealous of, till they stop taking everything for granted. He'll still feel jealous after the person starts appreciating their blessings of having a loving home, or not being plagued by genocide. But he'll feel a little better knowing it isn't wasted.

Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom?

He is only comfortable talking about it with kids, and it is always in a "puberty sucks, mating is painful for us, here's what to expect when your hormones start changing" type of way. He is great at the Birds and The Bees talk, as he likes learning about sex in theory.

He usually has the talk with Lambttens during or after mating season. As this is when they'll have the most questions. There is no beating around the bush, no storks or cabbage patch babies. Lambttens don't know what a stork or a cabbage is-

Give it to the kids straight. Tell them to wait when they older to they don't tear their own flesh. Let them know to warn lucifer of creeps that somehow became demons.

What are their thoughts on marriage?

None. Zip. Zero. Nada.

He forgets it exists until either:

A. Someone he knows is getting married.

B. He just remembered a culture fact about a civilization he used to visit as an angel, and the fact just so happened to be about marriage.

What is their preferred mode of transportation?

Used to love flying...

But then he liked chariots and boats.

Once those fell out of style, he LOVED steam engines.

What causes them to feel dread?

The smell of blood, or holy light. So he's constantly feeling dread!

Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth?

Depends... truth is important when keeping people safe.

...but he'll lie about himself being okay, and he'll tell you that you'll be fine even when he knows that isn't true. Better to die with hope, than die in fear.

Do they usually live up to their own ideals?

He tries, but he shoots himself in the foot when he starts saying he doesn't deserve the same liberties. He's kind, forgiving, and unconditionally loving!

...to everyone but himself.

Lucifer is just Jesus with imposter's syndrome.

Who do they most regret meeting?

His father. He wishes he was never born.

Who are they the most glad to have met?

...everyone else. The existence of other gods, man, beasts, and even plants made his existence a little more bearable.

Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke?

He usually trauma dumps as an ice breaker, but that's to get someone to know they're not alone when they suffer, and lucifer is there to be a shoulder to cry on.

In a fluffier setting, when speaking to mortal kids, he pretends to be a sad, lonely monster, that wants a friend. He then calls himself Luci the Goat-Cat, and makes up a wild story about how his mother was a goat, and his father was a cat that had forbidden love (no two stories about this is identical, he just goes along with guesses. "Yes, my parents stole a rocket ship to go to Mars, to escape the farmer! How did you know? I thought my parents never made the news!").

Other than that, he tends to be straightforward, blunt, or makes jokes at his own expense.

Could they be considered lazy?

No. He is the exact opposite of lazy, PLEASE HOLD HIM DOWN SO HE CAN NAP-

How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt?

He is 18,243,004,673 as of current (going off of our year. He'll be 18,243,004,674 in September.), and he still feels guilty over things he did when he was 12. Safe so say:

FUCK YES, HE WILL NEVER LET GO

How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive?

YES. He loves seeing other people happy, and will gladly lay his giant head in their lap and listen for HOURS. He'll learn everything on the subject, and talk about ancient knowledge related to it. If your mortal, he might even bring up an ancestor of yours that he knew that was also into something similar.

Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap?

He actively walks the other direction without realizing it. Flirt to his face, he will take you literally.

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven~"

"Yes it did, I still remember screaming and crying for my father... I can still feel the wind, forcing air underneath my skin where it's loose on my back wounds..."

"...O-OH."

"...I'm such a terrible person, I should have never had wings in the first place..."

*runs the other direction as this did NOT go as planned*

This man has never been interested in mating, and has completely forgotten that people can and will be sexually and romantically attracted to his Pathetic Wet Meow Meow personality and his Daddy Issues and Catholic Guilt swagger.

Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)?

Whatever he needs to remember, he writes down in blood on a wall. No walls avaliable, he trusts his brain to keep the knowledge, only to be betrayed by his greymatter.

His siblings will be more likely to remember things than he is, since they actually sleep.

What memory do they revisit the most often?

...the aftermath of him falling from grace.

The screams...

The burning of entire civilizations...

How be begged to be the only one hurt...

How he begged to be beaten instead of his friends being slaughtered like cattle...

How people called out for him...

How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people?

Surprisingly easy, as long as he can eventually reach them and help them redeem themselves.

If the flaws involve mental illness, however, he will simply give finger guns in solidarity, before giving personal tips.

How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

...VERY. Everyone can be redeemed, except for himself, who committed the first sin of being a 12 year old boy that wanted a little appreciation for his art and for humanity to be healthy. What a monster/s

How do they feel about children?

Head empty. Only baby.

He LOVES kids and would die for them if he could physically die. Anyone who hurts a child, is his meal.

How badly do they want to reach their end goal?

...it's one of the few things he lives for. He has to protect the family he has with him, and save the family that slaughters his kind...

His own brother is archenemy, but he may STILL be in there... somewhere...

...right?

If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so?

You would have to brief him on what a sexuality is, really quick, and he would still struggle a little, using extremely outdated terms... like the definitions were in the Library of Alexandria, outdated.

If that doesn't work, he'd just explain that mating is gross, and he loves everyone equally, and that it feels weird and wrong to love someone more than he does his neighbor.

He'll figure out what acearo means. He'll get there. He is simultaneously a little kid and an old grandpa when it comes to teaching him new terms.

Pst pst pst minor lucifer lore pst pst pst @endstar @sweet-and-insane @jackpot-library @fizzy-sodacan @blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn

#fnaftale #underverse #fnaf au #undertale au #underfazverse #lucifer #ask game #lore post

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good-beans · 6 months

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Ahh thank you @fayesdiary for tagging me!! It's time for WIP Wednesday on a Sunday 😎

Here's a little peek at the opening section of a normal au Fuuta-Yuno piece, mostly shown through text messages. I was sad that Yuno has to hide so much of her life/job/self from her friends, so I'm playing around with her gradually being able to open up to Fuuta about things (and him getting a true friend in the process)

Forgive me for not tagging anyone but it's late and I'm eepy but PLEASE I wanna see what people are working on so if you see this come and share some of your wip!!

(I may end up using one of those text screenshot generators, but also maybe not because I have some action sandwiched throughout. It's color coded here, but I don't think the final version will be.)

Hi Fuuta! Sorry to bother you so late, but you took calc last year, right? Can you take a look at this question and tell me if I’m close? [image attached]

Fuuta’s eyes flicked away from his game.

you really think i would know

i barely passed

Eh, figured I’d give it a shot…

It’s due tomorrow and you’re the only one I know up at this ungodly hour 😔

yeah, why are you doing worksheets now?

its past your bedtime

Every time you say it it’s SO funny!! 🙄

You just wait until next year

Yuno couldn’t help but glance at her little desk countdown to graduation. Still too far off to get too excited. Her fingers kept tapping.

I was working. I forgot I never finished this earlier lol

this late? they’ve got laws against that you know

oh wait

sorry

Why are you sorry? Thanks for looking out for me though 😘

Fuuta typed in a message. He deleted it. He typed another. Deleted it.

ill text mikoto. hes up sometimes and probably did better in calc

Aww wait, are you embarrassed? I didn’t know you were such a prude ~

im not fucking embarrassed

i didnt think you wanted to talk about it

whatever

Awww you really are flustered! Well, if you ever want I can always come back with some tips for you. For a price, of course, but I’m willing to settle for something easy. That karaoke night coming up, maybe 👀

tips?

God knows you need them, I’ve seen the way you try and talk to Rumerie

excuse me??? like i need your help

Oh riiight, all that action you’re getting at university

You let me know when you spend the night with someone who’s not 2d

She smiled wickedly to herself, picturing the way he’d be fuming.

fuck off i dont play nasty games like that

Yeah, you only play really, really cool games, right? What are you playing right now?

What’s so cool that you’re sacrificing your sleep and well being and school career for?

Fuuta glanced at his game screen. He grimaced.

shut up

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #yuno kashiki #thank you pal!!#i have a bunch of pieces of things but this is the most polished at the moment #i always want to do text message fic but i never end up actually doing it #so this has been fun!#its in my long queue rn but i saw a post of yuno/fuuta art that made me drop everything and start this #its him comforting her in her mv lingerie and i realized she never had any friends to take care of her when she had a weird job or client :#the fic is going to go through a bit of their convos beforehand but i immediately wrote this and that last scene of comfort #the last scene is definitely more action than texts but i think it works #and i mean it! please share your stuff i wanna know :3 #rose writes!

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defectiveporcelaindoll · 2 years

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eddie my love

Summary: following the events in the upside down, the reader channels her grief into a letter to her beloved Eddie Munson. The first of possibly many.

Warnings: grief, language, nothing else really.

Dear Eds,

It's been a couple days since everything really went to shit. If we're completely honest, I don't remember much of the past few days. Maybe it's a trauma response, or maybe this is just how I'm processing everything, and eventually, I'll be able to look back, and it won't all be covered in such heavy fog. I haven't really been able to leave the house. But the gang doesn't really love the idea of me staying cooped up in my bed, in the dark, crying all day... so. Steve dragged me to the Wheeler's house this morning, trying to get me out into the world, around people. I think he just wanted me to be around Dustin, honestly. I think Steve thinks we can just grieve together, which in theory is great, except I'm right now, I'm crying about 22 out of the 24 hours in a day? It would be the full 24, but ya know, gotta cry myself two sleep for at least two hours? So, I really just suck the life out of literally everyone, and no one deserves to have to deal with that, especially not the kid.

But, I guess Dustin saw Wayne the other day at the school, the government, or the red cross, or I don't know, but someone has turned the gym into a help center for anyone in need after the "earthquake." There are missing posters, and gods bless Wayne. He's been switching yours out every chance he gets. Even when you're not around, the monsters of this town are still on the attack. Hunt the freak, right? Apparently, Dustin had your pick. That little shit didn't even tell me he had it, but he gave it to Wayne, and I'm not going to be a brat about it or cry about it... okay, that's a lie, I have been crying about it, but I know he deserved it. I know he shaped you into the man I called my best friend, that I fell in love with, and who loved me absolutely and irrecoverably. As absolutely fucked up as it is, I got to say goodbye; I got to see you one last time. He didn't. Wayne should have the silly little guitar pick. Sorry, I'm just being dramatic.

But um, anyway, Steve and Robin have been volunteering every chance they get; I don't know, maybe it helps soothe their damaged consciousness? Maybe helping those affected by our mistakes makes up for the fact that we failed in their minds. I know if you were here, you'd probably drag me out to the school. You'd be poking and prodding at my sides, trying to get me to smile even though things have quite literally gone to hell in a handbasket. We could've cleared your name. Jason really did a number on your image, babe. But according to Lucas, when the upside down split Hawkins in half like a god damn kit kat, it also fully consumed and ripped that pompous asshole in half, soooo... I know it's shitty...but yay? one less arrogant dick wandering the streets. That was really fucked up, my bad. I know if you were here, you'd be looking at me with those big stupid doe eyes, your mouth just barely open, trying to justify or maybe understand how I could say something so incredibly terrible and then shrug it off like it was nothing.

You know, I'm really mad at you. You didn't have to be the hero. We were so close. So so close to being out of there. I've been replaying that moment in my head. Watching you cut that sheet over and over and over again, watching you run like hell back into that hellscape. It was supposed to be your year, 86' baby. Your stupid heart of gold, paying the ultimate price, sacrificing yourself for a stupid town of judgmental assholes who hated you. You could've run, I wish you would've, but I know that is just me being painfully selfish.

I understand. I may not agree, but I know you did what was best. You were protecting Dustin and Steve and Robs and Nance...and me. I love you. I don't know if you heard me say it in those last moments, but I do. Edward Munson, I'm not sure what I'm going to do without you. You were my rock, the crazy spastic man who kept me on my toes, reminded me of my worth and made me feel loved and important every day. I don't know where I go from here. I'll check on Wayne, though; the thought of... I was going to say the thought of going by the trailer makes me ill, but I don't think there's much of it left. I think the "earthquake" consumed most of it, which means I really don't know how much of you is left for me and Wayne here. And we are at hour 23 for tears today. That is a new record, Munson. Thank you very much. Um, but I'll check on Wayne; maybe we can cry about life together. I know this is silly; I'm writing letters, yes, letters, plural, to a man who will never get to read them, but it's almost like you're still here, if only for a minute or two. Let me pretend.

all my love you, y/n

p.s. I'll look after your sheep; I haven't talked to Gareth, but Jeff came to check on me yesterday morning. He said Corroded Coffin was meeting in your honor, asked if I wanted to stop by. I think they've assumed the worst, but little do they know just how bad it really is. I think I'll go; I might bring Dustin, might drag Wayne out. Who knows? I'll keep you posted, I guess. I love you.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x girly!reader #dustin henderson #steve harrington #wayne munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson slow burn #eddie munson hurt/comfort #eddie munson self insert #eddie munson sad

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voidfragments · 6 months

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CHARACTER INFO SHEET

tagged by: @ofglories tysm! tagging: whoever wants to do it!

Name: ritsuka fujimaru Name meaning: okay looking up the meaning of their name did not get me anything useful except the fact that fujimaru is a pun on fgo (which i knew already). sorry Alias: "gudako", master of chaldea Ethnicity: japanese

THREE HEADCANONS YOU’VE NEVER TOLD ANYONE:

even during the year when things were more or less back to normal during epic of remnant, she didn't get in touch with her parents or friends back home, even once. on some level, it might be for the best--chaldea is a secret organization, she couldn't exactly tell them what she'd been up to--but the idea barely even crossed her mind. normal life is so distant now, it almost feels like a different person's life. chaldea is her real family.

when she can't sleep, she'll often just say something to start a conversation, hoping there's someone there to answer (and there usually is). those servants who watch over her dreams or otherwise keep her safe through the night have heard all manner of random thoughts from her at this point.

orange is her favorite color and also her favorite flavor! she's so fucking ornj god bless

THREE THINGS YOUR CHARACTER LIKES DOING IN THEIR FREE TIME:

gunpla babyyyy

learning random things from servants--there's an entire world of knowledge in chaldea, after all!

just generally hanging out with people. she's a people person through and through!

SIX PEOPLE YOUR CHARACTER LIKES/LOVES:

romani archaman; a father figure to her, and the one whose memory keeps her going even now.

mash kyrielight; her first servant, her partner through it all, her best friend (and maybe more...?).

leonardo da vinci; the da vinci who was with her from the start may be gone now, but lil vinci is just as important to her.

gordolf musik; he took some time to grow on her, but now the only reason she doesn't consider him a father figure is the fact that they're almost the same age. he's certainly a dad friend, at least.

the rest of chaldea's staff!

and, of course, (almost) all the servants. even the ones she can't help but pick on, like merlin or jason.

TWO THINGS YOUR CHARACTER REGRETS:

being unable to save olga marie. i often focus on romani when talking about things that severely traumatized ritsuka, and while that's certainly true, he willingly sacrificed himself. he wasn't screaming, sobbing, desperately begging for someone to save him. olga marie was different. the discovery of the foreign god's identity only exacerbated this, as now ritsuka can't help but wonder how things might be different if olga marie hadn't died that day. would the bleached earth and the lostbelts still have happened?

in general, everything that went wrong during the seven singularities. kadoc was right when he said that ritsuka wasn't cut out for this hero thing, that he and the rest of team a could've done it better, faster and without nearly as many casualties. so many lives were lost because of her incompetence.

TWO PHOBIAS YOUR CHARACTER HAS:

fear that her actions are meaningless, which as far as i know doesn't have a specific name? there's no telling if removing the seven lostbelts will return the earth to normal. in her heart, she thinks it probably won't. but the possibility that it will is the only thing keeping her going.

fear of being replaced. imposter syndrome, if you will. kadoc's on chaldea's side now, and he's far more qualified than her. it's a quiet, subdued fear, one she can usually ignore, but it's there nonetheless.

#i didn't see this and then forget about it no sir #anyways fun fact ritsuka doesn't really have any typical phobias she just has a lot of highly specific anxiety & trauma #ritsuka fujimaru; isms

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brandwhorestarscream · 4 months

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Cybermorph au (Armada)

I loved it. When you are awake and feeling better, you can do the ask's sequence

About the focus of the second part… megatron during starscream’s coma? The hive's reaction? The sequence of events of the 1st ask? all together?

Whatever you think is the best option

Tbhhh this is really hard cuz I don't remember what exactly happens at the end of Armada. I just remember my baby boy dies and I hated the whole thing

So. Freeballing it is! When Starscream falls Megatron's priority switches to making sure he doesn't fizzle out--his attempt sacrificial-suicide was terrifyingly close to succeeding. The threat has been neutralized but he's right on the brink of death.

Insert hand wavey time skip stuff here. Emergency truce/ceasefire is declared and they rush to get Starscream medical care, maybe with Red Alert assisting cuz I don't remember the cons having a dedicated medic in Armada. Megatron spends the entire time he's being worked on hovering threateningly in the background: if anything happens to his last remaining morphling he will kill everyone on this planet and then himself

It doesn't come to that, though. Miraculously, he stabilizes, and the morphs keep optics in him at all times. Be that via a posted guard or live video feed of his recovery room. The queen is a mess, constantly pacing restlessly and slipping into his room to check on him multiple times a day. Maybe Optimus had the forethought to bargain the kid's medical care for peace: you agree to stop the war, at least for now, and I'll make sure my medic makes sure your boy lives. Is that very in character for him? No. Do I care? Also no 😌

Now, I don't exactly know what peace between the two sides could realistically look like. The continuation of the morph species requires the harm and potential sacrifice of cybertronian life. But for the cybertronians to remain safe, that means the morphs will be doomed to go extinct. Unless they can find another species that can incubate morphlings, they'll end up at a stalemate. I honestly don't know what the future will look like for them long term--maybe they do find suitable hosts and the bots agree to look the other way. Maybe some of the bots are sacrificed to be farmed like livestock to make a steady supply of incubators. Maybe there's some genetic fuckery abound similar to the 4th movie and the queens develop the ability to give life birth. IDK

Regardless. Starscream is in a coma for several weeks, and the hive's queen is barely able to eat or sleep, consumed with worry and entirely distraught. This is his last morphling. If he dies, that's it. Megatron is hardly able to focus on discussions of peace, short term or otherwise, and probably stays guarding his injured morphling a lot of the time. Talking to him in morphspeak, apologizing and promising that he's safe now, hoping Starscream can hear him

#cybermorph au #but the armada version

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vespertin-y · 1 year

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here’s part two of my ch2 liveblog! motive video time :0

-there being actual interviews with the student’s loved ones is v cool and i’m forever mad it only happens in kaito’s video!!

-”y-yeah! why gonta get tsumugi’s video-” y’know, i really do wonder what was in that.

-”don’t get the wrong idea. i’m not saying we shouldn’t care about killing or dying...but i think it’d be better if we didn’t cooperate with each other...actually, we *definitely* shouldn’t cooperate with each other!” “we shouldn’t cooperate? why not!?” “think back to all of monokuma’s actions so far. whenever we tried to work together, monokuma would retaliate with a plan to make us suffer. it happened when kaede wanted us to cooperate, and again with these motive videos, right? which means, the more we try to cooperate, the more he’ll try to make us suffer.” god i really forgot how often early game kokichi just. Explains Things. he is shockingly honest in some of these scenes.

-even MORE interestingly, we get a little insight into why shuichi is kind of just...ignoring kokichi’s warnings: [it’s *because* we’re trying to cooperate that monokuma is making us suffer...? but what about...everything we went through..? what was the point of kaede sacrificing herself...?] deep down, i think he knows kokichi is right about monokuma. but he’s already made a promise! the reason he doesn’t pull away from the group like kokichi is because of kaede’s wish. he has a responsibility to make her death *mean* something - he feels like he killed her, after all.

-they did one of kirumi’s FTEs! the most important things i took from it are a) shuichi and kirumi have an absolutely terrible dynamic where shuichi tries to get kirumi to take care of herself, kirumi firmly refuses, and shuichi just...wilts under the pressure and lets her keep going, and b) shuichi said he prefers tea over coffee, i fucking told u so.

-they did one of miu’s next and just. just fuckigf look at this dialogue: “i call this baby the “hookup counter”! it counts how many people you’ve fucked! or how many have fucked you!” “d-don’t point that at me!” “too late! let’s see the result, shall we? HAH-HAHAHA! no fuckin’ way! you kiddin’ me!?” [what did it say? what did it say!?] SHUICHI WHY DON’T YOU KNOW. DON’T JUST MOVE ON TO THE UNDERWEAR TELEPORTER I HAVE QUESTIONS GODAMNIT!!!

-ok we got to the bit where shuichi says “...i wouldn’t eat that greasy food even if they threatened to kill me.” and u know what? He’s Right. i completely forgot how much mayonnaise was on that kimchi, absolutely horrific.

-kaito smacking the doorbell one billion times remains iconic.

-”what are you doing up at this hour?” “nyeeeh...well, just thinking. but it’s pretty late now. hmm, i think i’ll sleep well tonight. if i knew it’d be like this...i woulda had her undo my brainwashing a long time ago.” hey just for the record if anyone tells you everyone is brainwashed except for them and their group: Run.

-it’s clear you’re meant to laugh at shuichi here, but fifty push-ups is actually pretty impressive!? i can barely manage one......

-”when i look at you...i can’t help but feel frustrated. i ask myself...is the one kaede entrusted her wish to really this weak?” and here we see the beginning of kaito’s jealousy toward shuchi! it’s such an important part of his arc, and it frustrates me that so few people talk about it beyond his blowup in ch4. he admired kaede, and deep down he’s pissed that she chose shuichi to carry her wish instead of him, because *he’s* supposed to be the hero! he cares about shuichi, sure, but i think a lot of the sidekick bit is more about him wanting to feel like a savior. he’s big-hearted, but also has a strong tendency toward self-centeredness. he’s a lot like kokichi in that way.

-kaito is already “slacking” during the first training session, so he probably has the disease already. i wonder if he had it through ch1, or if it’s more recent?

-[i worked out for the first time in a long while...] so he did use to work out! if i had to guess, i’d say he probably stopped during his depressive episode after the murder case,,,still, it makes him reaching fifty push-ups make more sense.

-that’s the end of day seven! i’ll see you guys next time :]

#anyway the lesson to take away from this is that shuichi can GET IT #dr #mem liveblogs

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sleepyowlwrites · 1 year

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happy sts! can you tell me a bit about the main characters of A City Sleeps?

no, 'cause I don't know anything. I'll make some stuff up.

Ben Averis is 17, an empathetic introvert with a chronic case of inferiority. he likes flowers and sewing and reading "about" books, like about ships and pottery and the history of textiles. he doesn't have a photographic memory but he'll just remember stuff he saw, from a week ago, from a year ago. he has sensory issues and gets panic attacks from sounds that are too loud and too high pitched and too grating. he's afraid of thunderstorms. he consistently underestimates himself but learns a new skill rather quickly, especially if his survival depends on it. I think he might have been in foster care. Ben isn't a natural protector but he tries to pull his weight, which can end up hurting him instead. he wants to find the good in everything, and hates when he can't.

Ben hasn’t known Ty that long, and he barely know anything about him, but he knows that Ty Carrow is all the things he wishes he could be: strong, resilient, quick-witted and closed off. A protector instead of someone who needs protecting.

Ty Carrow is 18, and perpetually unbothered by anything, unless Ben is in danger, in which case he cares if Ben lives or dies, not that he'd admit it. he likes parkour and golf and painting and listening to music in languages he doesn't speak so he doesn't have to think hard about lyrics. he knows so many movie quotes but never mentions which movie they're from. if he doesn't want to remember something he'll just forget it, and he really does. he protects Ben because Ben is bad at protecting himself, and keeps doing that sacrificing thing, probably because he thinks himself undeserving of Ty's time. but Ty knows that he's the one undeserving, of Ben's kindness, and selflessness, and trembling optimism. Ty is blunt, but also won't say everything he's thinking. (both these boys think their edgelord is the stronger one and just hope it never wins)

“You are too good for this world,” Ty says, and it’s not a compliment. He’s scolding Ben, cautioning him against his tendency to sacrifice himself. “What if I wasn’t here, huh?”

so there. these things are now canon, at least until I decide to change something, which I often do. are you gonna keep doing this? you're gonna reach soulmate status soon. I've got my eye on you, little larkspur

#sleepy answers #celadon friend #wip: apocalypse story

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fictionfixations · 1 year

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3.2 Genshin Archon Quest / Thoughts

GENSHIN SPOILERS

I just did the 3.2 archon quest

i started it at midnight, it has been 5 hours and 30 minutes since then

jesus fuck

so anyway

HOLY SHIT? SO MUCH HAPPENED and im gonna need to reprocess that when im not very sleep deprived NO CAUSE WHAT??? i cant right now but just

also greater lord r i really dont know how to spell her name but i assume you know who i am talking about by greater lord, because there is only one but so when she sacrificed herself or whatever for irminsul (i dont know if i spelled that right either)- to be honest i was really tired and yawning and felt like collapsing and resting but i really wanted to hear that story because you cant redo the quest and while you can relisten to the dialogue its not the same but so she did that whole thing and everyone forget her? it pains me, not to mention how the traveler reacts when we're in the grand bazaar at the feast where shes surprised that kusanali 'returned' to the akademiya

a secret. i wont be surprised if there turns out to be fics in the future where the traveler instead tells people about greater lord rugghadevata that does not look right, oof. uhm. but so yeah. ALSO SCARA??? apparently hes in a coma- WHO TF IS THAT DOOD WHO WAS REVEALED FOR I THINK 3.3 THAT WE ALL THOUGHT WAS SCARA?? WELL IT CANT NOT BE HIM--

LOOK- NO BUT SRSLY?? i dont know if this is a leak or not, it just invaded my youtube recommended so i couldnt do shit about it because it was in the thumbnails but i THINK its not..? idk man but so anyway

jesus fuck they overhyped the boss fight- not that it wasnt cool, because it really was, but jeez it was a little bit easier then i thought haha no but since we got a shot of its battle mechanics it helped me get a hang of it easier? i ended up one trying it, but not without IMMENSE panic and character death uhh. okay so like you know how that text appears at the top of your screen to guide you?? okay so you know hwo like barely anyone read the vision hunt decree text on raiden's fight because they were trying not to die?

bro it was saying something which i now know is about stunning him and i could barely read it because i was just being attacked man i mean with trial and error i figured it out AND THEN HIS LEGS

i didnt know if we were meant to attack it or not man ;_;

ALSO ELEAZAR IS GONE

WOOOOO

anyway im gonna go sleep for like the next few hours because i actually have school and i got super immersed into the game to where i just completely zoned out and forgot about time and shit

AaAaa oh oh yeah not to mention nahida saying that we're like i already forgot what it was called but like.. there were 3 other people the fatui i think classified as not from this world, which nahida thinks one is the heavenly principles, but the other 2 we dont know, and the 4th is us. The thing IS is that our twin is NOT classified as an external person, like they BELONG in teyvat, which is.. ..huh...? and they were like there for khaenri'ah and had their journey through the 7 nations, which we knew what happened but this is more confirmation ig? and then towards the end we dont know. ..huh.? what the fuck idk man im gonna rest on it and hope i dont stay confused (i mean i sort of understand?? its probably one of those things ill have to look back on in the future when i understand)

#genshin thoughts #3.2 update #3.2 genshin #archon quest thoughts #archon quest #genshin spoilers #3.2 spoilers #spoilers

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fox-buried-in-maple-leaves · 1 year

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the adventure oc asks for sulien?

True Name. What is their name's meaning, origin, etc?

The name means Sun Born. He's touched by the sun, his name is very on the nose. And similarly to Ohm's name holding primordial or ancient meaning, the name Sulien is also the name of a deity. A similar reference.

Portal. What is a crossover you've done/thought about for this character?

Obviously my most fleshed out au for Sulien is the Amant au, but this says crossover so probably the flamechasers au where he takes the role of Kevin (Sol). A tired man who has lost his twin and is trying his best and losing his way.

Softly. Describe one of their dreams, good or bad (with proper warnings).

Sulien often has nightmares of when he was tortured, any of the times he was "reprogrammed" he'll cry out in his sleep and Ajax will often have to wake him. He doesn't typically remember his dreams, the thoughts are repressed.

Metamorphosis. Has this character evolved/changed since you first conceptualized them?

Well Sulien originally started as "Ohm but he doesn't leave Snezhnaya and becomes evil." And now he's arguably the better of the two so thats fun.

Treasure. What is something they like/love?

An overly sweet coffee and reading under a tree on a nice warm day.

Home. Describe their relationship with someone in their family, friend group, with a QPP, a romantic interest, etc.

I think the most interesting dynamic he has is how FIERCELY loyal people tend to be to him. Sulien isn't a simple case of a good enough person to get people to like him or manipulative enough to force people's perspective, which both are true, sure. But Sulien has the type of personality that draws in a certain type of loyalty. Look at how far Ohm went for him. Kisa almost sacrificing himself for him. Maxim killing (redacted) to keep him safe. Ajax throwing away everything he fought for for him. Decord immediately betraying the Fatui for him, ect ect.

Role Model. Did you take inspiration from another character when creating them?

gestures to his twin. gestures to me. gestures to a photo of a periwinkle flower. and then j general puppetry, but the old timey puppetry.

Laughter. What is their sense of humor, or lack thereof? (Bonus: What does their laugh sound like?)

SO DRY........... but he also smiles at Decord's gallows humour. His mask hides his face 90% of the time so nobody can tell if he's actually making a joke or if he found a joke funny. His laugh is so cute though, when he does laugh.

Flashback. Describe one of their memories, good or bad (with proper warnings).

Diluc, Kaeya, Ohm, and Sulien all made a pact to keep their hair long as kids. He can barely remember it now, but its a fond memory when he has flashes of their hands on top of each other, bundled in their lil snow suits..

Core. How is their true nature different from (or similar to) how they are portrayed to others?

Sulien is so fractured from years of trauma he's not sure what "true nature" implies anymore. However, we do meet him in the story immediately lying to the Traveller so there's that. LMAO

Origin Story. Are they a completely original character, a fan character, or something else?

well he's a genshin oc so...

Plot. How do/would they fit into the overall plot of their source?

I had a whole idea written out and then they started retconning shit so I don't WANNA talk about it anymore!!! Anyways he fit in really great at one point.

Quest. What is a personal goal, duty, etc of theirs?

His duty was to serve the Tsaritsa. To be her tool, her puppet. But he's broken from that now, and he is far more dangerous than he was.

Wanderer. Describe an aspect of their world/setting they interact with.

I think the way he interacts with the Traveller is so funny. He's so casual, he doesn't even try to hide the fact he's a Harbinger either. Sulien ilysm.

#⋆｡°✩ Sulien #From The Fate ; Ash #☾*✲⋆. Essence of Myrrh

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the-letter-horror-lover · 2 years

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The Little Demon

TaylorRCrain

Summary:

Ciel and Sebastian switch places, Sebas is the master and Ciel is the butler. So, basically Sebastian made a contract with Ciel, bla bla.

Notes:

This is an AU, and there is rape, maybe? Also, enjoy. I'm here for your amusement. :) ~~~~~~~

Chapter 1

Chapter Text

Sebs POV

My breathing was rapid. I was out of breath. Almost about to black out. I've never felt this kind of pain before. It was almost my turn. I didn't want to get slaughtered like the other ones. Sacrificed for no good reason. They died for nothing. There as no reason. There... was no god damn reason. There was no such thing as God. God doesn't exist. Hell is probably better than this.

I was grasping to the bars. I was too week and being carried away. "STOP! PLEASE, I BEG OF YOU!" Is what I thought I said, but I was already done for. My throat was so dry I could barely breath. My stomach had been growling. I looked around to calm myself down while being carried away. I couldn't see much. The room was dark and there was a dim candle-lit light next to a table with... blood? This made my heart race more. I'm not ready for this. I'm not ready to die.

Chapter 2: ~2~

Summary:

Basically me rambling here, please enjoy. People actually read this garbage, but i'm happy either way!

Notes:

Sorry if it's bad. This is the first time I've ever been serious with a fanfic.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Ciels POV

I was up early for a kid my age. I was setting up all the meals for the day, maybe a salad? He needs more vegetables. Maybe, biscuits for breakfast? He's always so picky.

It was time for awakening. I went to my masters room and opened up the curtains. Yes, it's strange a kid like me is a butler, but it's really my only living choice. Usually, the sunshine would wake up my master, but he must be in a deep sleep. I mean, look at him. He looks so peaceful, it's a shame I have to wake him up.

I step by his bed and bend down, shaking his arm gently. "Master, time to awaken from you're slumber..." His eyes opened slowly, you could tell he was still tired. I poured him a cup of tea, and handed it to him. When he finished, he handed it to me and I went into the hallways.

Sebastian's POV

I was awoken by my butler. Heh, this is what it's like to have been wakes up by a demon every morning. It felt humiliating, but, it was cool to look at this cuties face every morning. I got changed and did my hair. I then stepped outside to look for Ciel, but he wasn't there.

Sometimes I fantasized what it would be like to watch Ciel wake up. Was he cute? Did he have cute, tiny little snores? D-did he purr like a cat? "NO, SEBASTIAN STOP IT!" I said out loud. Hehe, oops. This resulted in Mey-rin running towards me. "Master? Are you okay?" She said, in her usual silly voice. It actually made me laugh. "Every things fine, Mey." I said, with a sigh. "Do you perhaps know where Ciel is?" I said, which actually surprised her. "U-umm, I think he's in the kitchen..." She said. I think he's getting the meals ready for today." She replied, being her uneasy self.

I made my way to the kitchen, hoping to find Ciel. When I got there I saw the cutest sight in the world, a kid struggling to make the meals. He knew how to please me, but I didn't expect he would try this hard to.

I go up behind him and hug his slender body. I could hear him jump in surprise. Though he is a demon, he behaves like a human. He can only do lethal things. So, he doesn't know when someone is spying.

"Master... What are you doing?" He said, he stuttered a little bit, too.

"Don't worry, continue." I said. He obeyed.

I'm gonna toy with him these next few days.

Notes:

This is so ooc, but just bare with it. T^T

Sebastian's Oversight

Kuroshit_10

Summary:

Maintaining one's human form is hard, and even demons make mistakes.

Rated T for language

Notes:

Rated Teen+ for language. You have been warned.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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Maintaining one’s human form is hard.

Humans never appreciate how truly difficult it is. It’s always, “why the hell do you have a third eye?!” or “where are your pupils?!”. Not once has Sebastian been complimented on his form by one of his masters. Of course, he has heard some variation of “I want to #$%@ your @#$#$ so hard that you @#$@#” on several occasions, but he knows that has only to do with the physical symmetry of his form, not the irritating details that require upkeep. No one ever compliments the pores on his skin or the crevices in his palms. How difficult is it to say, “the minute details of your corporeal essence are quite meticulous and humanoid”? Now, really.

But that’s beside the point. The point is that sometimes, even demons need a break. On occasion, in the dead of night, Sebastian sneaks into his room and lets his human form melt away. Black tendrils fill the room, and eyes peer from every corner. It’s so relaxing , and most of the time, it’s an innocuous way to cool off.

However, on one occasion, Sebastian was careless.

It was midnight. A full moon hung in the sky as Sebastian crept through the halls of the Phantomhive manor. He carried two old books in his hand, one on medicine, and one on astrology. He consulted both of them daily.

Perhaps the wind blew in a different direction today, or perhaps the pattern of the stars had shifted, because Sebastian felt that taut, electric feeling in his limbs. His fingernails dug into his skin, and he resisted the urge to rip it off like wrapping paper. Instead, he quickened his pace until he reached his room. As soon as he opened the door, his human form was gone, and that inky, half-liquid, half-gaseous substance enveloped the room.

“Fuck,” he said, because when he was alone, he swore quite a lot. He was a demon, after all. “Shit, that feels fucking amazing.”

After swearing some more and stretching all twenty-four of his limbs, he sank into his bed (more or less), picked up his medical book, and started reading. It must have looked strange: a terrifying, omnipotent creature reading a textbook. But what else is a denizen of hell supposed to do? Stare at the wall?

The minutes passed, and Sebastian was so engrossed in a riveting paragraph about choledocholithiasis that he didn’t notice when his door creaked open one inch, and then another.

Unbeknownst to Sebastian, Finny had been strolling through the corridor ten minutes prior (returning from a satisfying trip to the loo) when he heard raucous swearing coming from Sebastian’s room. Immediately, he froze. Sebastian never swore, and besides, although Sebastian’s voice was deep, this voice sounded like a foghorn. Convinced that he’d heard a ghost or the devil (well, he wasn’t wrong), Finny raced to wake Meyrin and Bard because, surely, they would know how to fight the devil.

After yelling at Finny, Meyrin grabbed her crucifix, Baldroy grabbed his opium (“don’t look at me like that! Maybe we can get the monster high!”), and they dashed to Sebastian’s room. Now, they were nudging the door open with their palms and trying to see past all the black fog.

“What the hell, Finny?” Baldroy was saying. “It’s dark in here because he’s sleeping. Like we all should be. I can’t believe you woke us up for something so stupid.”

“Baldroy’s right,” Meyrin whispered, “you probably just heard the wind, or the house shifting. We should leave Sebastian alone. Imagine if he woke up and caught us here…”

They collectively shivered at the thought.

“I swear I didn’t imagine it,” Finny hissed, crossing his arms. “There was a distinct voice. It was… bloody hell!” Finny gasped as a red eye, suspended in the black fog, opened in front of his face.

Sebastian, meanwhile, was making his second mistake of the night. Having realized that he was being watched, he was rapidly condensing his form into his human body. In his haste he was making a terribly flawed assumption: he was assuming that the servants were smart enough to know that he was the black mist. After all, they should have suspected him of being more than human by now, what with the superhuman feats and inability to die. Because he was assuming they knew he was the black mist, he thought the best course of action was to revert to his human form, as his secret had already been revealed. He was, of course, overlooking the fact that the servants were quite stupid.

Also, he was concentrating too hard to hear them speak in his doorway.

Finny was saying, “I think the mist has stolen Sebastian’s eye!”, and Baldroy was flicking opium into the eye because, well, why not? Meyrin was clutching her crucifix to her chest and mumbling prayers faster than a priest in a foxhole. Which is… fast, I guess.

The pandemonium ended as soon as Sebastian regained his human form. The mist was vacuumed into the center of the room, pulling the eye with it, and the darkness condensed into Sebastian. When the room cleared, he stood beside his bed, holding his textbook and looking uncharacteristically flustered. It was actually really hot. But of course, nobody was thinking that, because why would they? That would be stupid.

The servants stared at Sebastian, their jaws hanging open. They were dumb, but not that dumb, and the last few minutes were rapidly making sense. The more they thought, the more frightened they became, until at last Finny turned around and sprinted for the door. His escape was cut short when the bedroom door slammed shut, and the lock clicked on its own, trapping him inside.

“You are not to relay these events to the young master,” a deep voice boomed. It was coming from Sebastian, but also from the walls, and from inside the servants’ heads. “If you speak about what has happened here with anyone, you will not die, but for the rest of your life you will hear a loud, high-pitched noise in your head. It will not stop -- not even in your dreams -- and I guarantee that it will drive you insane.”

The servants just stared at Sebastian, and Sebastian stared at them. Finally, Baldroy said, “we understand, sir.” That was partially a lie, as Sebastian’s unnecessarily weird threat confused him, but the sentiment held. They were dismissed.

The servants never spoke about “the incident” the next day, or any other time. They began to believe they had dreamt the encounter but were too weary to confirm that that was the case.

On an unrelated note, the servants were much better at their jobs after that night. Also, Meyrin was much more obsessed with Sebastian. Which was quite counterintuitive, but then again, young women are quite strange. Who understands them? Certainly not I.

And eventually, they all died. The servants, I mean.

Except for Sebastian.

The end.

Notes:

I'm sorry you had to read that. Why did you read that, by the way?

#black butler fanfiction

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robininthelabyrinth · 3 years

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A prompt for you (though honestly I'll read anything you write because it is always excellent): Wen Ning never dies, but somehow still ends up becoming Wei Wuxian's most feared subordinate...

ao3

Untamed

“Sect Leader Nie,” Jiang Cheng said, hurrying after the other man, who stopped and turned with a welcoming expression on his face even though Jiang Cheng knew he was in a hurry after everything they’d just planned. After Nie Mingjue had volunteered to go into the Nightless City himself, a reckless charge to try to kill Wen Ruohan, while the rest of them attacked directly - a final strike, if they could only manage it. “I just…”

He trailed off, unable to complete the sentence.

He didn’t even know what he was doing here.

Nie Mingjue didn’t call him out on it, though, only stepped forward and put a hand on his shoulder. “I appreciate your support,” he said, voice a little gentler than usual. Like he was trying to comfort Jiang Cheng or something.

Like he wasn’t the one volunteering to go die.

(Just like Jiang Cheng’s mother, and father, and - )

Oh. That’s why he came here.

“I’ll be there,” Jiang Cheng said suddenly, and Nie Mingjue blinked. “At – at the Nightless City. After you kill him, after we take the city…I’ll come find you, to make sure you’re all right.”

That was stupid, he thought to himself as soon as he said it. Nie Mingjue had an entire sect, and friends, and all that – he didn’t need Jiang Cheng hounding him with his insecurities, his worries, his fear that Nie Mingjue would die, too, die and leave him behind just like all the others. Why should he be the exception?

But Nie Mingjue smiled. “I look forward to seeing you then.”

Jiang Cheng swallowed and nodded. “It’s a deal, then,” he said, and watched as Nie Mingjue strode away.

He promised himself that he’d do as he said he would.

Even if all he found was Nie Mingjue’s corpse.

It ended up not being Nie Mingjue who killed Wen Ruohan, but rather a combination of Wei Wuxian’s new cultivation style and Meng Yao, who’d apparently been working as a double agent or – something.

Jiang Cheng wasn’t really clear on the details.

He rushed over to Wei Wuxian’s side at once, checking him over as best as he could, yelling at him over…he wasn’t even sure what, it wasn’t really important. Recklessness, probably. Wei Wuxian seemed to understand what he meant, though, grinning at him with bloodless lips.

“You worry too much,” he said cheerfully. “I’ll be fine. I just need to sleep for – a week. Maybe more. Let’s go back to camp, and I’ll do just that.”

Jiang Cheng was about to agree when he remembered his promise.

(Nie Mingjue hadn’t been there at the final fight, although Wen Ruohan hadn’t been at his full power, either. Had he sacrificed himself to wear down their enemy?)

“What is it?” Wei Wuxian asked, noticing.

“Chifeng-zun,” Jiang Cheng said. “I didn’t – see him.”

Wei Wuxian frowned. “You think…? Oh, poor Nie Huaisang..!”

Jiang Cheng wondered for a moment why Wei Wuxian’s first thought was of Nie Huaisang, then remembered that Wei Wuxian hadn’t been there for all those months of working as Nie Mingjue’s lieutenants, him and Lan Wangji and even Jin Zixuan. He wouldn’t have that personal connection with the man, beyond the brief meeting they’d had with him before the indoctrination camp - he wouldn’t have experience with his reliable competence and his talented leadership, his compassion or the gruff praise that he gave sparingly but sincerely and which made Jiang Cheng feel for once in his life like he was every bit as good as Wei Wuxian.

“I want to…” He was going to sound dumb. No, he was a sect leader, as Nie Mingjue often (gently) reminded him; he had to decide for himself what he was going to do, and have faith that his decisions were the right ones - and act accordingly. “We’re not leaving yet. We’re going to go further in, see if we can find him. Do you think you can hold up a little longer?”

“Yes,” Wei Wuxian said, straightening up. “I’ll be fine for a while yet. Let’s go.”

“You’ll tell me if you –”

“Yes, Jiang Cheng. Stop nagging. Now are we going or not?”

Unexpectedly, Nie Mingjue was alive.

Alive, and also extremely pissed off.

“I’ll take him back,” Jiang Cheng said to Lan Xichen, who looked relieved: he was protecting Meng Yao from Nie Mingjue for some reason. “Better to go separately.”

“Thank you, Sect Leader Jiang,” Lan Xichen said.

Jiang Cheng saluted and went over to Nie Mingjue, who was leaning on Wei Wuxian – a case of the injured helping the injured, in Jiang Cheng’s opinion, and he glared at his disciples until they ran over to assist them both.

Wei Wuxian was frowning, he noted. “What is it?” he asked, and Wei Wuxian shook his head, refusing to talk and inclining his head meaningfully down towards Nie Mingjue, who looked more tired than anything else. Exhausted, injured, even half-dead…“We should go.”

“No,” Nie Mingjue croaked. “There are probably – prisoners.”

“It can wait until we’re back at camp, surely?” Jiang Cheng asked. “We lost a lot of people in that battle. We could get reinforcements, then come back and do a full sweep when we’re less exhausted.”

“They might be injured, though,” Wei Wuxian put in, though he looked tired, too. “It’d be a pity for any person to die in Wen Ruohan’s custody right after we finally defeated him.”

It was a good point, Jiang Cheng thought, and although he was pretty exhausted himself, he forced himself to nod. “Okay,” he said. “I’ll go sweep the place, look for prisoners. But you two are going straight back to camp, okay? No exceptions, no heroism, nothing! If I get back and I hear that you two took a left turn and fell face-first off a cliff into a pile of magma because you thought there was a baby bird that needed rescuing, I will personally resurrect and stab you both!”

Both Nie Mingjue and Wei Wuxian were grinning at him in a suspiciously indulgent (and almost identical) sort of way, Jiang Cheng noticed, but they also agreed solemnly to make no detours, not even if it was the most heartrending of baby birds, and Jiang Cheng supposed he had to be happy with that.

They staggered off together as he turned to go further in, and as he did, he thought he heard Wei Wuxian say, “Tell me more about what Meng Yao said to you –”

“Sect Leader Jiang!” one of Jiang Cheng’s subordinates said, rushing over and saluting. “I found another cell!”

Jiang Cheng ran his hand over his eyes, wanting nothing more but to sleep. “Show me where,” he ordered instead.

He’d already dispatched one of his disciples to act as a runner to Lan Xichen, asking for him to send more disciples from his Lan sect and the Nie sect (which he’d been helping coordinate in Nie Mingjue’s absence) to help get all the prisoners out – there were so many of them, and many of them were, as predicted, in poor health. He would’ve preferred to ask someone else, since the Lan and Nie sects had suffered as many injuries as his Jiang sect, but the small sects were focused on themselves right now and the Jin sect…well, they’d done so little in the war up till now that he’d almost forgotten that they were an option until one of his subordinates had suggested them, and then he’d dismissed the suggestion, too.

If the Jin sect were here, he thought ungraciously, they were probably busy trying to find the treasury.

At least the Lan and Nie sects had managed to confiscate the Yin metal first.

At some point, they’d have to find a way to destroy it…

Distracted by thoughts of politics, Jiang Cheng followed his subordinate down a twisting hallway to yet another set of cells, dark and dank but not quite as close to the place where the Yin metal had been used to refine ghost puppets, and there were men and women chained to the wall here. Unrecognizable, most of them, beaten and starved. They were probably the scions of small cultivation clans…

“Wen Ning?” he blurted out, surprised to recognize the kind-looking face of one of them. To barely recognize: Wen Ning had circles under his eyes, bruises on his face, and his usually round cheeks were thin. “What are you doing here?”

“He’s been here for weeks and weeks,” one of the other prisoners said at once. “He’s not – one of those Wens.”

Wen Ning could still blush, Jiang Cheng noticed, and as much as he would have said he hated all those surnamed Wen – well, that wasn’t quite true, was it? Wen Ning had been there with Wen Qing, when they’d helped them. Jiang Cheng had rescued and released her, giving her that comb as a keepsake…it would be manifestly unjust to make the exception for one and not the other.

His disciples were looking at him.

“What are you waiting for?” Jiang Cheng snapped at them. “He’s a prisoner, he’s hurt. Treat him as you would any of the other prisoners we’ve rescued.”

That would be his story, he thought, if anyone later came knocking at his door to ask what he was thinking, letting a Wen go free.

Maybe it was his fault, Jiang Cheng reflected. He shouldn’t have thought ‘go free’.

Go free implied that Wen Ning would go somewhere else, rather than following him and Wei Wuxian around like an imprinted puppy. It only got worse when Wei Wuxian spontaneously declared that he would help him find Wen Qing to make sure she was safe – without asking Jiang Cheng first, which was unhelpful.

“We can’t be seen as being partial to the Wen sect,” he groaned, head in hands. “Not even the distant branches, but much less someone adopted by Sect Leader Wen himself…no offense meant, Wen Ning.”

“None taken,” Wen Ning said.

“But they helped us,” Wei Wuxian argued, clearly choosing to take the offense on Wen Ning’s part. “It would be unjust for us to turn on them now, when we have the power and they don’t, when they took risks on our behalf in the past.”

Jiang Cheng squinted at him. “Is this related to your weird thing about Lianfeng-zun?” he asked. Wei Wuxian had taken a firm stance against the man recently, and had spoken of it incessantly.

“No! Or, I mean – I would’ve done it anyway, okay? Listen, I really don’t like that guy.”

“No,” Jiang Cheng gasped dramatically. “You, Wei Wuxian, don’t like Lianfeng-zun? Wen Ning, did you hear that? Can you believe it?”

Wen Ning was hiding his face behind his sleeve – a Jiang sect outfit, one of Jiang Cheng’s own spares, since that was what they had, but the dark purple suited him rather well. Better than the red ever had.

His shoulders were shaking with laughter.

“Traitor,” Wei Wuxian told him.

“Sorry, Wei-gongzi!” Wen Ning giggled.

(Jiang Cheng did not think that Wen Ning was cute when he laughed, nor did he wish to see it happen again, to be the cause of it again. He was the leader of a sect, with an obligation to have heirs to carry on his parents’ legacy – he could think Wen Qing was pretty, even if she wasn’t exactly an advantageous match, but he was not allowed to think the same about Wen Ning.)

Wei Wuxian sighed and flopped down. “His conduct is questionable,” he grumbled. “Lan Zhan agrees with me…Anyway, why are we talking about Lianfeng-zun again? I thought we were talking about finding Wen Qing, and the rest of Wen Ning’s family?”

Jiang Cheng groaned again. “I can try to raise it at the meeting in Lanling,” he said, even though they’d all agreed that it made the most sense for the Jin sect to be the ones to resettle any prisoners of war, mostly on account of them having the money, the manpower, and the time, being the only sect that didn’t have significant work to do rebuilding after Wen sect aggression. “Provided you behave. Okay?”

Wei Wuxian, predictably, did not behave.

“Sect Leader Jiang?” Nie Mingjue unexpectedly said from the doorway to the room Jiang Cheng was staying in, and Jiang Cheng spun to stare at him in horror that someone was seeing him in this state. The other sect leader stepped inside, ignoring the mess of things on the floor from Jiang Cheng’s temper tantrum, and closed the door behind him. “Are you all right?”

Jiang Cheng opened his mouth to say something – something confident and self-assured, something that would help brush away Wei Wuxian’s atrocious behavior and his own as nothing to worry about, something befitting the sect leader of the Jiang sect – but the words stuck in his throat and, instead, to his absolute disgust, he burst into tears.

He expected Nie Mingjue to make a hasty exit at that point, appalled by the rampant display of emotionality, and that he’d have to apologize later for disgracing himself in such a fashion. That had been the way it had always gone with his parents, his father who hated sadness and his mother who hated weakness, and so he wasn’t expecting it at all when Nie Mingjue stepped forward and pulled him into his arms. Into a hug.

It was terrible: there was absolutely no way Jiang Cheng would be able to get ahold of himself now that he was feeling warm and protected and like someone gave one single damn about him.

Nie Mingjue didn’t let go of him, not even when he tearfully apologized for making a display – “It’s not wrong to have feelings, Jiang Wanyin, and it’s not harming me to be here while you let them out.” – or even when, in broken unfinished unpolitical sentences, Jiang Cheng started stuttering his way through…he wasn’t even sure what he was saying.

Possibly a rendition of all the bitterness and resentment he’d ever had in his life.

When it was done, after he’d wept all the tears he’d hidden inside of him, Nie Mingjue said only: “Feeling better?”

Jiang Cheng swiped at his eyes with his sleeve. “…yes,” he said, realizing that he did. “I’m sorry –”

“Do not apologize for having emotions like any other human being. Or for being a burden on me, which you are not.”

Jiang Cheng wished it didn’t feel so good when Nie Mingjue – stiff, stern, harsh Nie Mingjue, who rarely said kind words and never said anything just for the sake of saying it – said things like that. It would make it far easier to keep his dignity intact.

“Why did you come here?” he asked, instead. “It wasn’t to hear me talk about Wei Wuxian.”

At least, not the lifelong story of how Jiang Cheng had always been second to him even before he’d shown up – how his birthday was only a few days later, his skill a little bit less, his temperament inferior, his life inferior; how Jiang Cheng could ignore all of that if only Wei Wuxian were his brother the way he was his, the way he’d promised to be, and yet more and more nowadays it felt as if it were slipping out of reach.

“It was,” Nie Mingjue said. “He’s been coming around rather a lot to discuss Lianfeng-zun. It was his vehemence on the issue that reassured me that I wasn’t overreacting to the unnecessary death of my sect cultivators at Lianfeng-zun’s hands –”

The what?

Maybe Jiang Cheng should have listed a bit more when Wei Wuxian started ranting about how untrustworthy he thought Lianfeng-zun was.

“– and you have always had the strongest confidence in his sense of righteousness, even after he switched over to using demonic cultivation. Based on that, I thought there might be some reason behind his actions.”

Wei Wuxian’s actions: kidnapping an entire cohort of Wen sect cultivators from a Jin sect resettlement camp, assaulting several guards, running away, bringing shame on the Jiang sect by association…

“If I knew anything, I would tell you,” Jiang Cheng said bitterly. “But that would require Wei Wuxian telling me. Anything. At all.”

Nie Mingjue nodded thoughtfully. “Do you think he acted maliciously?”

“What? No,” Jiang Cheng said at once. “Of course not.”

“Do you think his thinking was affected by his demonic cultivation?”

“I almost wish it was, but no. He’s always been – like this. Reckless and over-confident, never thinking of consequences.”

“So you still have faith in him?”

“Of course!”

“That’s good enough for me,” Nie Mingjue said, as if Jiang Cheng hadn’t spent half a shichen crying on his shoulder about how all of his problems and how he couldn’t do anything right. “Let’s go ask him.”

“What, now?”

“Are you doing anything else?”

Fair was fair, but politics were politics: “If you’d gone about it the right way, perhaps the Jin sect wouldn’t have a claim,” Nie Mingjue said, pacing around the Burial Mounds with a scowl. “But as it stands now, it’s your word against theirs – and yours will be considered impaired on account of your demonic cultivation.”

“What about the testimony of the victims?” Wei Wuxian demanded.

“Wen sect,” Jiang Cheng put in, and shrugged when Wei Wuxian glared at him. “It’s true! Like it or not, their surname is Wen, and for Wen Qing and Wen Ning in particular, they were Sect Leader Wen’s wards.”

“It was not our choice,” Wen Qing said. Her voice was cold, and she’d tried to return the comb to him, earlier, though he’d refused – why he refused he didn’t know, since her decision to approach Wei Wuxian to seek help in rescuing the rest of her family rather than him had cut off any hope of anything between them. Even if she eventually understood his perspective, or even apologized for judging him unfit or unwilling to help her, he didn’t think he could live the rest of his life with a woman who had picked Wei Wuxian first.

“That isn’t what’s important, though,” Wen Ning said unexpectedly, and they all looked at him. He ducked his head, picking at his sleeve. “It isn’t. Sect Leader Jiang’s right: our surname is Wen. It’s reasonable for people to assume that we’re loyal to the Wen sect, and to treat us accordingly.”

“We never fought against anyone! We’ve never –”

“It doesn’t matter what we did, jiejie,” Wen Ning said. “Whether or not we fought for our sect, we would’ve benefited if they won, right? You rise when your clan rises, and fall when it falls. Why should we be an exception?”

“Well said,” Nie Mingjue said, and Wen Ning abruptly turned bright red – Jiang Cheng shot him a sympathetic look; he entirely understood the issue there. “Your testimony will be deemed self-interested, and even asking for it will only undercut Wei Wuxian’s position. Not to mention the Jiang sect’s.”

Jiang Cheng nodded, but Wei Wuxian crossed his arms. “Then just kick me out of the Jiang sect,” he said.

“What?” Jiang Cheng exclaimed, and even Nie Mingjue looked startled. “Absolutely not!”

“Why not? Isn’t the whole point that the Jiang sect is being dragged down by me and my new cultivation? Kick me out, and the problem’s solved.”

“I could cut off your head, and that of everyone else here,” Nie Mingjue said. “That would also solve the problem, but for some reason I’m not suggesting it. Can anyone tell me why?”

“…because it’s a bad idea?” Wen Ning volunteered.

“Because it’s a stupid idea,” Nie Mingjue agreed.

“It is a stupid idea,” Jiang Cheng growled. “Even putting aside that I don’t want to cast you out, do you really think people will stop blaming the Jiang sect for your actions just because you’re formally not aligned with us?”

“There isn’t another option,” Wei Wuxian said. “I’m not giving up the Wen sect, I’m not changing my cultivation style, I’m not giving up the Tiger Seal – and I’m not dragging the Jiang sect down with me, not if I can help it.”

“Are they really calling me ‘Ghost General’?” Wen Ning asked on one of his visits to the Lotus Pier to pick up supplies for the Yiling Burial Mounds.

Since Wei Wuxian had been so set on splitting from the Jiang sect, they’d eventually reached a compromise, of sorts. Wei Wuxian’s actions in rescuing the Wen sect remnants was – not endorsed, per se, as it was clearly wrongful, but Nie Mingjue announced that he had examined the Wen in question and found evidence suggestive of malnutrition and abuse, which indicated at minimum some negligence on the part of the Jin sect in not supervising the guards better. Accordingly, the Wen sect would be removed from the Jin sect’s custody and permitted to set up camp in Yiling under Wei Wuxian, but as punishment for his reckless and unsanctioned behavior, Wei Wuxian was to be expelled from the Jiang sect.

Since the expulsion was mandated by external forces, rather than being a result of his own decision, Jiang Cheng was able to give Wei Wuxian a sizeable settlement as a gift for his separation – the cultivation world gossiped about it, but most people seemed to think he was just trying to get his own back at Nie Mingjue for supposedly forcing the decision to expel Wei Wuxian down his throat – and to set up something of a trade agreement to send them more, although exactly what the Jiang sect was getting out of their side of the ‘trade’ was still up in the air.

Despite these outward signs of remaining support, several small sects had made attempts on the Burial Mounds, growing more reckless once they realized that Jiang Cheng really hadn’t left any forces behind to protect it – stupid of them, of course, since the reason he hadn’t left anyone behind was because he didn’t need to.

Wei Wuxian could handle himself perfectly well.

As could Wen Ning, apparently – he was a truly excellent archer, it turned out, and capable of waiting in all sorts of strange places with perfect patience, even if sometimes he had strange ideas about painting his face with mud to better blend in. It’d been one of those incidents that had given rise to the rumor that he was actually dead, having been resurrected by Wei Wuxian…

“Yes,” Jiang Cheng said. “Sorry about that. I tried to tell them to stop, but…”

“It made it worse?”

“It made it so much worse,” Jiang Cheng sighed. “Anyway, would you like to drink?”

“…do you mean tea?”

“No.”

“Yes please,” Wen Ning said. “I have been – so stressed. You wouldn’t…actually, you probably would believe it.”

“I grew up with Wei Wuxian,” Jiang Cheng said grimly. “I believe anything.”

“It would be good to bring a representative of Yiling Wei sect to the conference, even if it can’t be Wei Wuxian himself,” Nie Mingjue remarked, looking down at the plans Jiang Cheng had laid out for the first discussion conference to be held in the Lotus Pier since the war. “You’re on good terms with Wen Qionglin, aren’t you? Ask him –”

“No!” Jiang Cheng exclaimed, then realized he was being suspicious and cleared his throat. “Maybe someone else should invite them.”

Nie Mingjue looked at him over the table. “…has something happened?” he asked.

Jiang Cheng stared down at the plans and hoped he wasn’t blushing. “Nothing important,” he said, and his voice cracked on the last sound – embarrassing.

Still not as embarrassing as that time he cried into Nie Mingjue’s arms, no, but still…embarrassing.

“Oh,” Nie Mingjue said. “You slept with him.”

“How can you tell?” Jiang Cheng hissed, mortified beyond all belief. “Is it – written on my face –”

“According to Huaisang, it’s always a safe guess,” Nie Mingjue said, and shrugged when Jiang Cheng gaped at him. “Either they admit that that’s the case, as you just did, or they get all up in arms and explain what it really was while denying it.”

“That’s –” Really useful and Jiang Cheng will have to put it into effect immediately. “– terrible.”

“Works, though. Why the embarrassment? I didn’t think the Jiang sect cared about cut sleeves.”

“We don’t,” Jiang Cheng said, sitting down and putting his head in his hands. “But I’m sect leader –”

“You had sex, it’s not like you got married.”

“I used to have a thing for his sister.”

“Awkward, I suppose, but it never went anywhere, did it? One can hardly hold your past inclinations against you –”

“We were both thinking about you,” Jiang Cheng blurted out, and then promptly wanted to die. He could have just not said that. He could have said anything else but that. He could stab himself right now and maybe Nie Mingjue would be so distracted by the bleeding and screaming that he would just forget what Jiang Cheng had just said…

“You could always just ask,” Nie Mingjue said.

Jiang Cheng looked up through his fingers. “…are you serious?”

Nie Mingjue looked at him with arched eyebrows. “Are you asking me if I’d be flattered by being propositioned by two extremely beautiful and deadly cultivators?”

“I wouldn’t rank those two as equally desirable traits in a lover,” Jiang Cheng said, and it was almost not a lie, “but…yes?”

He thought for a moment.

“If I did invite Wen Ning to the Discussion Conference…”

“Well,” Wen Ning said. “This wasn’t how I was expecting to end up.”

“Me, either,” Jiang Cheng said. He was staring up at the ceiling and thinking about not moving again for – possibly ever.

“Same for me,” Nie Mingjue, on his other side, agreed. “But I have no objections to how it worked out. There aren’t two other cultivators I’d rather be with.”

“There’d better not be,” Jiang Cheng said on automatic, then considered bashing his head in – luckily both Wen Ning and Nie Mingjue reached over and put their hands under his head so he couldn’t, which made him feel warm and happy in a way subtly different from the way the sex had. “I mean, who else would it be? Zewu-jun and Lianfeng-zun?”

“Wei-gongzi still thinks Lianfeng-zun is trying to kill you, you know,” Wen Ning said to Nie Mingjue, who looked long-suffering. “He’s got this idea –”

“He can’t be trying to kill me,” Nie Mingjue argued. “He’s just offered to help Xichen play calming music for me –”

“Wei-gongzi said that maybe he’s trying to kill you through the music –”

“I’m going to sleep,” Jiang Cheng announced. “When I wake up, we can discuss the political implications of letting there be rumors about us sleeping together, which will make it both convenient for us to do this again and also maybe using the potential threat of a Yiling Wei-Yunmeng Jiang-Qinghe Nie alliance to force the Jin sect to take action so we can figure out once and for all if Lianfeng-zun is actually planning to do something. But for the moment, I am going to sleep.”

“…seems fair,” Nie Mingjue agreed. “Communication and straightforwardness is important in relationships like these.”

“Uh,” Wen Ning said, glancing at Jiang Cheng. “About that…if, theoretically, I were to know something about someone…”

#mdzs #jiang cheng #nie mingjue #wen ning #my fic #my fics #exception #lurkingcrow

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Are you into my hero academia? What about an AU or crossover with tua?

UHHHH I am technically, like, peripherally? I watched some seasons of the show like two or three years ago and since then have simply absorbed all content through osmosis, reading fanfiction that has canon events, and my sister telling me about the arcs of her fav characters lmao

so a crossover hmmm

First of all you'd have to like, establish whether bnha is an alternate universe or just The Future If No Apocalypse with quirks being traced back to the descendants of the kids born without mothers

So let's say it's that - the glowing baby was the "first quirk" but the truth is people had powers before that. But - well, the Umbrella Academy was obviously a marketing gimmick to those in the future! There were even comics based on them

In the future, you might find some of those comics in museum exhibits dedicated to depictions of powers in the pre-quirk era, but they're just fun depictions and much less popular than, oh, DC or MCU comics which are also in the exhibits!

End of s2 doesn't happen I guess in this au?? No sparrow academy at least lmao. So, the Umbrella Academy stop the apocalypse (again) and the Commission threat is? Neutralized? Whatever. They decide to jump back to the future

Five warns them that time travel is a crapshoot, that he has no fucking idea when they'll land beyond some nebulous "future" because Five can at least control the direction if not exactly how long

Also, Five is like. Super tired. Incredibly tired. Homeboy still has a healing gut wound, time traveled twice, has been jumping all over the place, gotten even more injured, experienced paradox psychosis, and managed to undo time all in the space of like, two weeks. There actually more than that but we don't have time to get into how fucking tired Five is from his ~Month of Hell

Like genuinely this is like putting someone almost delirious from lack of sleep in the driver's seat of a car and expecting to get to your destination in one piece

But hey, the siblings are like "do it uwu" and Five has sacrificed everything for them already so why not get behind the wheel again

So Five jumps them, and of course something goes wrong because Five has pushed his powers like a great big rubber band and honestly it was only a matter of time before he lost his grip and it snapped back to hit him

So here be the umbrella academy: spilled out into the future like a cup of bad coffee.

Five probably isn't in too good of shape tbh, like they're hundreds of years in the future (but hey at least confirmation of no apocalypse am I right) in a world full of superpowers and Five is like. bleeding from his ears and nose probably idk

Let's handwave a little bit - Reginald made them all polyglots so the squad all speak varying levels of Japanese. Allison is the best at it, Five is second best but tends to use more archaic words bc he had missions in Japan back when he was with the commission, and Klaus is third best.

(Ben is the worst bc he decided when he was 16-and-dead that he didn't have to do anything regarding lessons and maintenance and hasn't given a shit since - but also he's dead so)

So you have a bunch of weird adults with a bleeding child in like, an alley who have appeared from nowhere

so of course heroes get involved

Anyway, the squad get taken in and Five is conscious but like, barely? And he's not going to let himself get separated from his siblings again fuck-you-officer and there is a lot of confusion

anyway detective tsukauchi ends up getting involved and ends up having to hear this batshit story and be like "...truth." which sends all kinds of people scrambling because fucking time travel? Like yeah, it's been theorized to be a possible quirk but there's no recorded cases of any sort of time travel that is for more than 24 hours let alone hundreds of years

"I'm an adult." Five says sourly, "I just happened to be returned to my 13 year old body when I time traveled one time."

"True." Tsukauchi says, feeling his soul leave his body, but like. absently. the way he does when he's called in at 2am after getting off of work at midnight.

"I'm 58." Five says.

"Lie." Tsukauchi says, because this is a headcanon hill I will die on.

"I'm probably 58, but it was hard to keep track. I'm at least 50." Five corrects.

"True." Tsukauchi sighs like these six (seven? they keep referring to another sibling and Klaus said 'ghost' like that was fine and it registered as true and Tsukauchi is not nearly paid enough for this) are not giving him a migraine by just existing

on the bright side there's like, probably protocols in place for individuals who are Legally Chronologically Adults but thanks to quirks are Not Physically Or Not Mentally Adults with tests to determine if the individual needs a guardian or not

though i'm gonna be honest idk if Five would pass the test bc he literally cannot take care of himself at all, has never paid taxes or understands how to exist legally, and also his emotional maturity is stunted as all hell. also like. we don't actually know how much being in his thirteen-year-old body affects his mental state but yeAH Five is vibing

anyway Tsukauchi probably phones a friend on this bullshit because Time Travel Child alone is probably enough for the Hero Commission to be like "find a way to control and use it or nuke it from orbit" and that's not even touching whatever the fuck Klaus is doing (shit gets real once 'dead men tell no tales' stops being true) let ALONE Allison's whole deal

on the bright side like, at least Vanya isn't getting side-eyed that much bc Big Destructive Quirks aren't exactly unknown? if vanya wanted to i guess quirk suppressors exist for that until extensive training on how to control a super powerful quirk happens

Tsukauchi in the group chat: Aizawa please I am literally begging you to take this bullshit on

Aizawa: in this economy? with my class?

RatGod: lol we'll take them ;3c

Aizawa: no

Anyway they probably end up having to live at UA while Five insists on trying to get them home still and everyone else is like "oh hey we used to be child soldiers as well! (:" and Aizawa is like "i hate everything about this and everything about all of you but also like nedzu is making me interact with you so :/"

nedzu is out here vibing like "lol i just don't want the hero commission to get their little paws on these time traveling fuckers, i think you should make then teaching assistants or something"

honestly the siblings are probably like. figuring out how to function in the bnha universe and getting like, legally registered and stuff while Five ferally refuses bc that's like saying he's giving up on getting them home and he can do this

Recovery girl tries to heal him a little when he arrives and he passes out for two weeks like, immediately bc homeboy is running on fumes and spite at this point

also i think on principle it would be REALLY FUNNY if the squad got to tag along with the class bc like. Five is thirteen and the class are all 15. this does not sound like a large age gap. anyone who has interacted with teenagers know that the class would squint at Five and be like "who is this sassy lost middle schooler."

I feel like when I was a sophomore we were still like "freshman... babie" even though we were literally only one year older.

i think the difference between the umbrella academy and school kids would be pretty funny like. objectively the bnha kids are lowkey child soldiers?? like they're 15 and fighting villains but like, there's all this red tape and laws and stuff but,,, deku still be breaking his limbs in a child fighting ring against equally superpowered children for like. entertainment and sponsorships sooo

but also like Five would be like "oh cool when is the experimentation class"

"the what"

"you know, when your powers are pushed real hard by putting you in different terrible situations while your dad and sibling stand by with clipboards writing down the exact voltage it takes before you can't use your powers anymore when being electrocuted"

"hound dog's office is right there. therapy is available to you at any time. i need you to know this."

all might calls Luther "my boy" like one (1) time and Luther just breaks down crying probably because he is starved for positive attention

klaus and midnight get along like a literal house on fire, aizawa tried his best to keep them apart for as long as possible but god damn

(klaus: your name is shimura nana??

all might: immediately dies choking on blood)

i feel it absolutely necessary to point out that aizawa, present mic, and midnight are all like, 30? and the umbrella academy are all between 29-early 30s? they are PEERS but like. the umbrella academy are more chaotic due to childhood trauma

the umbrella academy probably get offered to like. also train to be heroes. i mean,, there HAS to be some sort of track for people who change careers right?? you don't have to cement your future as a hero when you're 15 i'm sure there must be something and the squad already have experience if they want to go be legal heroes

diego probably does at least?? diego just vibes honestly. diego gets momo to make knives during a team exercise and they just go feral on everyone else and it ends with diego highfiving momo and someone getting way to close to being stabbed for comfort

Five might just be. legally enrolled as an Actual Student? But also i think it's funny to picture the entire squad just. all in the back of the classroom with luther trying to fit into a high school desk as they take notes on the laws of The Future surrounding heroics

every word out of the umbrella academy's mouths just make everyone more concerned on principal but like, five and klaus are probably the worst offenders. Klaus just says whatever comes to mind with no filter and Five doesn't get what people would consider to be abnormal anymore like

Five: yeah our dad bought us when we were babies and experimented on us throughout our childhood in order to make an elite team of child soldiers superheroes, it happens

Todoroki: ...have you heard of quirk marriages?

izuku probably has an aneurism bc he's is the only person who might recognize them from the comics because you know ya boy extensively researched the idea of heroics in pre-quirk eras (batman was an inspiration alright???) and might dredge up a memory of a less popular comic series

Five: I can time travel but it is very hard, which is why we are hundreds of years in the future. And why I look like a child.

Kaminari: so are you a kid or not?

Five, serenely: whatever is most convenient for me at any given moment

Mina: hell yeah game the system

they have a brief lesson on astronomy and Luther raises his hand like "ooh! i was isolated on the moon for four years and did SO MUCH research" and then just gets up and starts infodumping like way too much information on the moon

Izuku sitting there like "damn if quirks hadn't popped up we could have achieved so much in terms of space travel. please tell me more giant man who lived in pre-quirk era."

Vanya finds out about the quirkless and is like "oh mood that genuinely sounds like my childhood, being ordinary in a house full of extraordinary people, and then i found out that i did have powers but only much later in life after i had already been emotionally scarred by the experience"

deku: vanya we have so much in common

iida and uraraka: concerned noises

aizawa: hound dog. therapy with hound dog for all of you.

there's probably some conflict with like, the hero commission wanting to get their hands on the time travelers?? but probably especially five and klaus as a) time travel and b) ghosts (the hc def has bodies they would like to stay buried)

five has a pavlovian reaction to anything with 'commission' in the name and hates them on site, probably plays into his age in order to become a ward of UA or something to protect him from the commission a little bit.

(this makes nedzu Five's legal guardian. aizawa has his resignation papers all prepped in a drawer marked 'in case of emergency' but let's be real, if nedzu wants to take over the world aizawa should probably be on the rat-bear's side of things :/)

five: ah, i do recall the inhumane experimentation that we were subjected to

nedzu, who was experimented on: haha same hat! want me to dig up the location of reginald hargreeves's remains so you can spit on them?

klaus: nah no worries we dumped them out in the courtyard unceremoniously like, a while back. how long ago varies for each of us because of time travel!

luther: you said hound dog's office was down the hall and to the right?

on the bright side, Luther probably feels like. way less self conscious about his body, partially bc of his fighting and all that in the 60s but also bc !! now he genuinely doesn't feel like a freak. no one even gives him a second glance. one of the teachers looks like a slab of cement with a face. gang orca looks Like That. there is literally a student with an entire bird head and goth aesthetic. Luther does not stick out at all

allison and shinso bond over having "villainous" voice-based quirks

allison and shinso having worn muzzles at some point in their youth as punishment 🤝

aizawa probably helps train vanya as well with the whole, being able to erase a world ending quirk safely thing he's got going on which makes for a very nice safety net

i don't think vanya would want to be a hero at the end of things though. maybe the assistant teacher in the music class or something?? all vanya wants is to be able to not end the world

i feel like as time goes by, five brings up trying to get home less and less. part of that is because like,,, genuinely what do they have to go back to?? Allison has Claire, but like. I'm 100% sure the first thing she did in the future was try track down Claire's records and found out Claire was like. fine. became an adult, had a family, probably became the ancestor of the first "quirked" kids who officially popped up after light baby. had a good life, died at an old age etc. etc.

they start settling into the bnha world with like, "we can always hop aboard the five express into where the fuck ever" as a plan Z if things go completely pear shaped (again)

i'mma be real, five himself doesn't give a fuck as long as there is a) no apocalypse and b) his family is alive. Like that's it. His bar is so incredibly low and yet his life keeps fucking trying to limbo under it

i just think it would be funny to have like, Five trying to get along with his "peers" and make friends while the siblings do the same but like, in the staff room

also think it would be funny for five to just walk into the staff room and get coffee occasionally.

a teacher: why is a student in here -

Five, sipping coffee: i'm an adult

nedzu like "what kind of guardian would i be if i didn't teach my new son all the tunnels around ua so he can pop out wherever"

five like "hey new dad can i put stashes of supplies all around ua of weapons, money, food, and other assorted things that might be useful if one needed to fight or make a run for it" and nedzu is like "haha just put your list of what supplies you want in your go bags on my desk and i'll critique it later!"

anyway a bnha/tua crossover would be incredibly chaotic but probably very funny

#long post #far tua long #tua bnha crossover #what kind of disaster is this #there are so many characters in bnha to even consider #there is no more apocalypse so five either chills the fuck out or his paranoia ramps up to an eleven #or both!#five teleporting into nedzu's office like: hey i wrote a 52 page potential contingency plan for if x happens #and nedzu is like 'wonderful!' and gives it back to five the next day with corrections and critiques in red ink #klaus ben and ghost!nana get along like a house on fire even if she keeps telling klaus that he's too skinny #ben: klaus is an absolute fucking idiot with zero braincells #nana nodding sagely while looking at all might: ah yes i know the exact type #diego and snipe become absolute bros like ride or die because why not #luther gets positive reinforcement and goes to therapy #also thirteen listens patiently to luther infodumping about space because i think that would be nice #five is either like 'i'm only thirteen uwu' or 'i'm fifty eight' and there is nothing in between - only what is most convenient #i feel like kaminari and mina vibe with five's brand of chaos #iida doesn't know whether to murder five for being a gremlin and disobeying so many rules or to be respectful bc five is technically old #aizawa is SO TIRED y'all #aizawa thinks vanya is going to be the good hargreeves but PSYCHE all the hargreeves are equally chaotic in different ways #five calls nedzu 'dad' for the sole reason that it makes every teacher and/or hero in earshot cringe in automatic fear #klaus also calls nedzu dad because he just thinks it's funny #five and nedzu have similar coping mechanisms so they vibe but nedzu also vibes with klaus's sense of chaotic humor #five gets talked into healthier coping mechanisms by way of 'keeping his cover' or 'preventing the hc from getting their hands on you'#aka five is not allowed to drink alcohol #five HAS gone to midnight and been like 'hey teach knock me the fuck out my brain is working overdrive and i need to not be awake anymore'

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSacrificial duties, Mondstadt ver.

would they sacrifice you or mondstadt?

includes: jean, lisa, kaeya, diluc, amber, albedo and venti.

( i'm too socially inept to request for someone to do this so i took matters into my own hands. )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 JEAN GUNNHILDR ━━ DANDELION KNIGHT 〕

━━ is this even a debate? jean would sacrifice you to save mondstadt.

━━ the question would tear her apart though, she'd spend so much time trying to find another way to save both her city and you that she'd neglect her health ( basic needs, like eating, sleeping )

━━ if it were a person or god who was demanding these terms, she'd try to negotiate anything to save both, even her own life, though if you were willing, she'd hesitantly ( literally beg you to not go through it and reassure she'll find another way ) let you go.

━━ no matter what she chooses, she'll still feel incompetent in the end, as if she isn't good enough to be the acting grandmaster and would probably overwork herself to try and focus on something.

"I'll do it," Jean looks back at you, horror flashing through her eyes though you didn't falter, still staring the entity in her eyes. The wind picks up as if feeling the ameno swordswoman's vivid emotions, she shakes her head, taking small steps towards you as she reaches out for your hand. You cringe when she fell to her knees, "no no no, please, you don't have to do this."

You don't look at her, knowing it would only make things worse for the both of you, you didn't want her to be the last thing you saw nor did you want your face to plague her dreams like a ghost. "I care about Mondstadt too, Jean." You hope she understands that you were also doing this for your city and doesn't blame herself, "it's my duty."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 LISA MINCI ━━ WITCH OF PURPLE ROSE 〕

━━ lisa is a bit more of a wild card.

━━ lisa only oversees the library of mondstadt but it's really unclear the extent of her care for the city itself.

━━ it's impossible for one to say if she would hold a lover priority over a city due to lack of background so that's why she's more of a wild card right now, because i could see her potentially doing either.

━━ though i'm leaning a little towards sacrificing you because of her closeness with jean and her involvement in the knights of farvonius, she knows it would be morally wrong to sacrifice an entire city for one person, lover or not.

"It's okay," you reassure her, smile still gracing your face albeit the heavyweight pressure of death for your city digging it's claws into your shoulders. "I'm sorry," she apologises for the nth time and you can do no more than squeeze her hand in affirmation, knowing a hug would be too much for the both of you right now.

You feel her fingers slip through yours and your hand is embraced by the winds of Mondstadt, a sudden change from the electricity that plagued her fingertips and passed onto yours. You take a shaky breath and leave her behind you, her eyes watching your back along the way until you were nothing more than a dot in the horizon━━ ready to become a star in the sky.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 KAEYA ALBERICH ━━ FROSTWIND SWORDSMAN 〕

━━ another wildcard!

━━ unlike lisa, however, i'm leaning towards sacrificing monstadt.

━━ even with all his background knowledge, kaeya is still a character that holds a lot of secrets and it's canon that he's a mysterious figure, cavalry captain or not.

━━ don't get your hopes up though, because he still may sacrifice you ( after a talk with jean or diluc/j )

━━ kaeya lets anything happen as long as it falls into place of how he has expected to end, he really doesn't know what to do when an unknown entity shows up and demands the price of you for his city or vice versa.

━━ really hard to get a grasp on him.

━━ i could see him spending one last day with you after deciding he was going to give you up ( you obviously knew of this ) but after 24 hours with you, away from mondstadt, he might realise that, even if he regrets it for the rest of his life, he'll never be able to give you up.

━━ alternatively, if he didn't open up to you about this or went to jean or diluc, they would convince him to "do what's right" and give you up.

"No. I'm not doing it," his tone differed from the norm━━ he was never like this, not even on official knights' business. His eyes unnervingly determined, tone you were unable to refute, and words that scared you. "Kaeya, you have to," your fingers place themselves over his, which were barely touching your cheeks.

"I'm not doing it," he reaffirms, sounding as if he were trying to convince himself out of all people. "I'm━━ I'm not losing you to some city. I can rebuild a city, we can find a city elsewhere," he states, eyebrows furrowed and not taking a single breath between his words. You pry his fingers away from your cheek, holding them over your lap. "Kaeya, this isn't just 'some city', it's the city you love. The city we love." You coax, finally getting him to look into your eyes. "You're the person I love." He says, exasperated.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 DILUC RAGNVINDR ━━ DARKNIGHT HERO 〕

━━ hate to be the bearer of bad news,, and as biased as i am to this man, he would give you up.

━━ wouldn't open up to anyone about it, he'll just drive himself insane pondering both options.

━━ and although it would literally make him insane even thinking about losing someone precious to him ( again ) but his loyalty lies within the city of freedom and the city alone.

━━ even after the dispute with the knights of farvonius ( in the webtoon ), he still remains as the protector of mondstadt and i don't think nor am i able to see it will ever change.

━━ unlike kaeya though, i don't think he'll be able to see you at all once he decides to sacrifice you, he'll just be reminded that he'll never be able to see you again and the terrible decision that he's going to go through with.

━━ will also throw himself into extensive work to get you off his mind afterwards.

"You okay there?" Your eyebrows furrow, leaning against the open door of Diluc's office, seeing his hair tied back into a bun, hands in his face as he gazed deeply at his wooden desk. His head flies up at the sound of your voice, clearing his throat, "when did you get here?"

You shrug, taking steps towards him as he leans back into his chair, "being a hero taking a toll on you?" You tease him, taking a seat on his desk next to him and placing your feet on the chair, leaning forward to cup his cheek. He turns away. You're no stranger to his austere ways so you merely lean back, balancing yourself with your hands against his desk, telling him about your day.

"━━and then he wrapped it up and sent it to me, which was awfully disturbing might I add."

"I'm sorry," your eyebrow quirks when he suddenly cuts into your storytelling. You push yourself forward, reaching out for him and redirecting his gaze ( which hadn't looked in your direction even once ) onto you. "What's wrong my dear?" He only grimaces at the nickname━━ wincing almost and still refused to look at you, gaze cast upon the floor behind his bangs. You couldn't even see his eyes.

"Your guilty act is making me ponder if you've had previous relations with someone else, Master Diluc," you frown a little, using your other hand to force him to peer at you. He leans forward, placing his forehead on yours and whispers, "never."

"I just wanted to apologise for the future," you smile a little and place a kiss on his forehead. "I will always forgive you."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 ALBEDO ━━ THE CHALK PRINCE 〕

━━ albedo's original creator hails from khaeri'ah and venti, archon of mondstadt, was one of the original seven who aided in the destruction of khaeri'ah; is that enough reason to destroy it for a lover? no.

━━ would he still do it? yes, yes, yes.

━━ we all know he considers himself a threat to mondstadt but i don't think he would've ever thought this was why he was a threat, to hold an entire city in his palms and be able to destroy it with a single word was quite a terrifying thought.

━━ it wouldn't stop him though, i really don't think albedo holds any sentimental attachment to mondstadt, he only works and lives there as of right now but he's currently heeding his creater's words and pursuing the truth of the world.

━━ he might grimace over losing a few people that he holds dear and end up rethinking his decision but in the end, will choose you.

━━ another reason i think he would destroy mondstadt is that, once albedo discovers something or the feeling of enlightenment that comes with studying something new disperses, he is quick to stop studying that and abandon it due to the "bittersweet truth" hitting him so if he grew tired of mondstadt,,,,,, rip to jean 🙏

Your eyes flicker from the sight of his back to the unknown entity, hovering just above the floor, her eyes uninterested in you as she gazed into Albedo's eyes, maybe trying to read his expressionless face. "Have you made a choice, Kreideprinz?"

Nothing is said. Nothing from Albedo nor you, you didn't seem to have a part in this private conversation but you also seemed to be an integral part of it due to the way Albedo kept looking back at you, squeezing your hand as if to remind himself that you existed. "I'm choosing them."

She peers at you now, her eyes boring into yours as she scans you for something, "are you sure about this decision?"

For some odd reason, you're not offended by her words, maybe because she didn't sound like she meant it in a rude way ( it also seemed out of her standoffish character ) but was genuine in her curiosity if Albedo would go back on his words. He squeezes your hand again, rubbing circles on the back of your hand━━ something he did to calm you but it seemed that this action was to ground him instead.

"Yes, I am."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 AMBER ━━ OUTRIDER 〕

━━ YOU.

━━ in the most heart breaking – heart warming way ever, she'd give you up.

━━ notice how more than half of these mondstadt fuckers would give you up? yeah 🙄

━━ on a serious note, a lot of them have devoted themselves fully to protecting the city and i don't see any one of them being able to give the command to destory the city, even if their s/o was being held with a knife to their throat right infront of them and amber is the very same.

━━ even though we don't know to much about her, she is seen as a perfect example of justice by kaeya, and is extremely devoted to her work, she's just below diluc and jean in the most to least likely to sacrifice you in my opinion. it's simply overlooked due to her lack of presence in the game.

━━ i think her compassionate and kind side will make it harder for her to come to a decision because she doesn't want to have to lose one thing to keep another but in the end, she will give you up.

Amber seemed extremely distressed, immediately running into Jean's office once arriving back at the Knight's base after finishing her usual trek of Mondstadt's surroundings. You had attempted to call out her as she ran through the halls but she didn't even look your way, which was peculiar to you but you could only guess something dangerous must've happened due to her eagerness of reaching Jean's office, slamming the door wide open.

You quirk an eyebrow and Kaeya, stood beside you, whistled briskly, hands on his hip. "Someone's in a hurry," you roll your eyes at his comment and simply grab his arm, dragging him over to Jean's office, "just shut up and come."

The minute you knock and open the door however, the room is quiet. Jean sat on her chair, elbows placed on the table and concern burrowed deeply within her furrowed eyebrows and Amber, who was shaking her leg up and down in anxiety, fiddling with her nails.

Kaeya seems a little amused by the situation, unlike you, who was extremely concerned by the little actions of anxieties Amber was exhibiting, striding over to her side in an instant. Placing your hand on her shoulder, she leans into you almost instantly and begins quietly sniffling into your shirt.

You mouth to Jean that you're taking her out and Jean nods, thanking you with a small smile on her face. You guide Amber into a quiet room in the headquarters, letting her silently cry as you attempt to soothe her. "Hey, hey, what's wrong?"

She shakes her head, only repeating a small, "I'm sorry."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 VENTI ━━ WINDBORNE BARD 〕

━━ venti is characterised as a free spirit, like the freedom that the city of mondstadt represents, he carries that within him but at the end of the day, he is still mondstadt's archon.

━━ so we all saw this coming but you 👫

━━ i don't really think there's a lot to explain, he's their archon and even if he loses everyone he's ever loved, his priority is mondstadt.

━━ he'll probably take you on that ride on dvalin he's been promising you for the past year with no explanation.

━━ you'll ask him why he's dragged you from work and he'll just say he's feeling nice or that the winds are good for a ride right now.

━━ you'll stare at him with that, 'don't–you–control–the–winds?' look and he'll wink at you, telling you to stop staring at him or he'll blush.

━━ will completely come undone when he seed you happily laughing on dvalin's back, arms spread open as your laugh echoes into the wind.

Your excited whooping is all he hears, previous nervousness abandoned with his hands placed on your waist as Dvalin pierced up above the clouds; the ground nothing more than a fleeting dream to you both. It's such a shame that young, immature Dendro Archon got his hands on you first, gifting you his gift of Earth's nature━━ if not for the God of Wisdom, Venti would've gifted you heaven's winds if he knew how simply being in the sky made you so ecstatic.

The adrenaline finally dies down when Dvalin arrives just above the clouds, wings creating new and dispersing the old. You lean into Venti who takes this as an invitation to push himself further into your side and begin playing with your fingers, allowing you time to simply relish in the situation. "You're awfully quiet today," you muse, staring at Venti with a small smile.

He hums, "it's quiet up here," in nothing less of a whisper. You nod along with his words, fighting the urge to jump into the clouds, knowing you'll pass right through them. Venti sinks into you further somehow, like you were a passing cloud; his shoulder pressed into the crack of your arm and torso, head leaning on your shoulder. "You'll be okay Venti," and you embrace him.

#genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin scenarios #genshin oneshot #genshin lisa #genshin jean #genshin kaeya #genshin amber #genshin albedo #genshin diluc #genshin venti #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x reader

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What Can I Do? (William One Shot)

WARNING: CONTAINS MINOR SPOILERS OF LOVE UNHOLYC. Please be advised reading if you have not completed at least one route past day 7. I based this off of one of William’s side stories called “A Smiling Master and a Heartbroken Butler”. It isn’t relevant enough to the side story to be a spoiler for it.

Fandom: Love Unholyc Character(s): William and MC (unnamed and gender neutral) NSFW: No Description: Slight AU where even after spending 7 days with Sol, Leo, and Hi, MC still chooses William to be their partner for their Coming of Age ceremony. However, due to William losing his adult body during the day, he distances himself from MC and refuses the second time to be their partner.

“Master?” William knocked on MC’s door 3 times before opening the door. They always scolded him for not knocking, so William was doing as he was ordered; knocking. However, he never nailed the timing on when he should enter. MC was lucky he knocked in the first place, he humored.

William wasn’t expected for the sight in front of him.

The room was empty. No master in sight. Not only were they no where to be found, but the room was mysteriously picked up. All of MC’s dirty clothes were in the hamper and their gaming desk was free of any and all debris or food.

It wasn’t clean by any means, but it was suspiciously clean for his master.

William knew that MC was in their home 360 out of 365 days a year, but he felt panic swell in his chest. He was concerned for his master’s safety, but the thought of her with those humans made him feel even more insecure.

William’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out swiftly and almost dropped it. He cursed to himself before reading a message from his master.

MC: LIAM! MC: I’ll be home later. I have some things to do. MC: I know you haven’t been speaking to me much since you had to reverse time, but I understand.

William felt a tightness in his stomach at that. He didn’t know that MC noticed his distance, but even more so, he didn’t expect them to understand.

MC: Anyway, I picked everything up in my room. I ate before I left as well and I’ll eat before I get home, so don’t worry about making me anything. MC: I even braided my own hair today! You should be proud! (^-^) MC: Anyway, there’s no need to do anything today. Just take it easy, okay?~ MC: Oh, that’s an order from your master, by the way.

William stiffened. What was this? Why has his master done this? They’ve never done this before. William had so many questions that his head began to spin.

Then, he caught a glance of his reflection in the mirror. William clenched his fist at the sight in front of him.

The young boy in the mirror glowered back at William. He didn’t regret turning back time to save his master from Eater. He would do it a thousand more times. There was no price he wouldn’t pay for his master. He can’t help but wish that he paid any other price other than this one.

He was hundreds of years old, but during the day, he’s stuck in the body of his younger self. He also sacrificed half of his power when he turned back time. Due to his smaller stature, doing chores during the day was more difficult than ever. Keeping up with his master and a mansion in the state of his body was difficult work and often resulted in William cleaning well into the early hours of the morning. He would rest for a couple of hours before waking up to prepare MC’s breakfast. He complained out loud about how hard work has been, but he hadn’t expected his master to notice.

William looked around MC’s room. It was full of random items, all items he’d bought for them. He didn’t mind spoiling them. His master was unmatched as an Unholyc even if they didn’t realize it, managing to attract three partners on their first try for their Coming of Age ceremony. Out of all of the things they could be doing, his master plays games. He doesn’t think this is a bad thing. William’s brow furrowed at the memory of the humans. Leo, Sol, and Hi irritated him more than he could put into words.

William closed his eyes. He found the humans to be ungrateful and troublesome. He remembers how he came to be in charge of the 3 dogs.

-The day MC found their humans-

“Master, get up.” William pulled the comforter of the bed back to reveal a sleepy master, fighting him tooth and nail on getting out of bed.

“No!” MC fought, refusing to open their eyes. They rolled onto their side with a huff.

“You have to find a partner for your Coming of Age ceremony. Or, did you already forget? I swear, master. It’s like you intentionally stress me out.” William sighed. “Please, master. It’s time for breakfast and then the car will be ready for you.”

MC sniffled. Even though they weren’t facing William, he could tell they were frowning. “Why do I have to find a partner?” MC asks quietly. Their voice was laced with sleep and something else that William couldn’t place.

William did his best to hide the annoyance in his tone. “You have to in order to complete your ceremony. You have to have a ceremony to become a full fledged Unholyc. Do we need to have this lesson again?” William teased. He knew his master did not want to have that lesson again, but sometimes getting a rise out of them made them rise out of bed.

MC suddenly turned to face William. Their face was flushed and tears pricked the corners of their eyes. William’s eyes widened at them.

They looked angry at him.

“Why? Why do I need to go find a partner? Can’t Liam be my partner?” MC asked, brow furrowed.

Liam was completely taken aback by his master’s sudden boldness. He managed to open his mouth anyway.

“If my master commands it, I will be.”

MC’s face fell. “I see. Forget I said anything, then.” They got out of bed, refusing to meet William’s eye. “I’ll get ready. Please get out so I can change.”

William studied his master’s back before exiting, softly shutting the door behind him. He stood outside of their door for a few moments, gathering himself. He didn’t appreciate his master playing with his emotions like that. He didn’t want to hold out false hope of one day ending up with his master for eternity.

He didn’t want to be like that stupid butler of Shallotte’s, Pierce.

William sighed to himself. They probably only said that because they were too lazy to leave, and William was the easiest option for them since he lived with them already.

MC requested to eat in their room before they went to find their partner. William scolded them for eating meals in their room, however, it was just to mask how sore his chest felt. Truth be told, he didn’t want his master to find a partner. He wanted to be the only one to channel acme into them. He wanted to be their partner for her ceremony, and for their lives.

He wouldn’t admit this, however. He was fine being their butler forever, as long as he could remain by MC’s side.

No matter what, he just wants to be by their side. He won’t be selfish with his relationship with his master. He would only be selfish with being by their side. He told himself to never wish for more and kept the romantic feelings he had for his master buried as far as he could.

MC returned from their hunt for a partner with not only one, but three.

Not only three, but three humans.

William’s blood burned. Not only would be have to share his master, he would have to share them with three humans?

After they excused themselves to MC’s room, William quickly shut the door behind them. He couldn’t watch them channeling their acme into his master.

William’s gaze fell upon MC’s dresser. Before he had to reverse time, this had been where MC placed the gift he gave them on the day of their Coming of Age ceremony.

Even after spending 7 days with those humans, his master still chose him. After all of the hoops they jumped through for those humans, his master still chose him.

Liam sat on MC’s bed before curling himself up in her sheets. When he turned back time and realized what happened to his body, he couldn’t be their partner this time around. One of the humans would have to do it.

He couldn’t protect them like that anymore. He couldn’t provide for them in that way anymore.

Is that why they left today? Is that why they cleaned up after themselves? Were they preparing themselves for a life without William in it?

That must be why she chose the same three humans when he turned back time. They were choosing someone else they could spend eternity with.

-Coming of Age Ceremony-

Sol, Leo, and Hi held a gift out to MC. MC eyed all of them with surprise before tilting their head to the side. “For me?” They asked. All three of the men nodded.

“It’s your special day, my dear.” Leo piped up. “How could we not spoil you today? Especially with how cute you look!” Hi added. “After all you’ve done for us, it’s the least we could do for you, MC.” Sol finished.

William held a hand out in front of his master.

“You can only choose one gift today. Due to it being the day of your ceremony, you must choose the gift from whoever you want your partner to be for your ceremony. Choose one and make it quick.” William explained.

MC bit the inside of their cheek. They looked troubled. They were nervously fidgeting with their hands and shifting back and forth.

“Master.” William spoke up. “Just choose the one from whomever you like the best.”

“But-” MC started before stopping again. “How do I choose only one?”

“What does your heart say, master?” William asked them.

MC looked at William with tinted cheeks. “D- Did you get me a gift, Liam?”

William’s eyes widened along with the eyes of all three humans.

“I....” William trailed off. MC stared at them, urging him to continue. “....Did. I did get you a gift. However, it was a while back ago, since we’ve been waiting many years for this ceremony and all-”

“Please, can I have it?” MC cut him off. “I- I want you to be my partner. But only if you want to be my partner!” MC started fumbling over their words. “I didn’t want to order you to be my partner. I wanted you to want to be my partner.” They added softly. William barely picked up the last part. William began his ascent up the staircase.

“Excuse me for a moment.” He said over his shoulder.

William went to his room before grabbing the carefully wrapped gift. He’d gotten this for MC long ago and would re-wrap it every so often so that it still looked new. He didn’t think he would ever be giving this to them. He wasn’t going to hold back or allow MC to change their mind a second time.

William felt foolish. If he’d have just said yes to MC a week ago, he never would have had to deal with those humans. He never would have had to share his master with anyone. He wanted to make them happy over everything else, though. He didn’t know if they would be happy being his partner or if they were just scared to go find a new one.

Either way, he should have kept his mouth shut.

Descending back down the stairs, William gently took his master’s hand and led them away from the commotion and into the hallway. MC’s face was flushed and William couldn’t hold back his smile.

“Master,” William started, taking their hand in his. “In order for me to be your partner, we must first be under contract.”

MC’s eyes widened. They must have just come to this realization. “Oh!” They exclaim. “Is it okay to do it this late into my ceremony?”

“Considering all of the steps you’ve messed up this week, breaking one more rule shouldn’t make a difference. You know the magic words, master.” William guided MC to a chaise in the hallway and knelt down in front of them. “Bind me with a contract.”

After MC recited the magic words, William felt his entire body flooding with acme. Even though he’s a few hundred years old, this feeling was new. Acme was coursing through his veins as he gazed upon his master. He’s always loved his master without question, but this feeling was different than anything he’s felt before.

Lust. Protective. Adoration. Fear. Yearning. Love.

He understood why those humans would sacrifice themselves for his master after knowing them a short time. The admiration he was feeling toward his master was almost unbearable.

William took MC’s hand in his before planting a kiss on the back of their hand. When his lips met their skin, he began to let his acme pour from him.

“I, William, accept this contract to be MC’s partner.” He verbally signed his contract with his master before placing his lips back on their hand.

He was trying to hold back the best he could, but several years of pent up one-sided love was flowing out of him at an unstoppable speed. MC moaned, burying their face into their shoulder to muffle the sounds. William trailed his lips up MC’s arm, allowing his acme to pour into them with each kiss.

Wrist.

Forearm.

Bicep.

With one final kiss to the shoulder, William forces himself to pull back. His master’s face was flushed, mouth open as they were panting. William leaned up and placed his forehead onto MC’s.

“Liam.” They whined his name. It was music to his ears.

“Yes, master. I am here.”

“Liam?” MC gently shook William’s shoulder. He was sleep in their bed, glasses still on his face and hair disheveled. William’s eyes opened and fixed on the room around him. It was dark outside and he had grown into his adult body when he was napping.

“Master,” William called out to them softly. “What else can I do?”

MC’s eyebrows knitted together as they sat next to William on their bed. “What do you mean?”

William couldn’t help himself. He wrapped his arms around their waist and buried his face into their side.

“What else can I do so that you’ll want me to stay?” He asked them. He felt his chest swelling with each passing second, waiting for them to tell him to leave their room, waiting for them to yell at him in disgust.

However, to William’s surprise, MC smiled softly at him.

“Did you spend your entire day off in here?” They asked him softly, smoothing his hair down with their fingers. William’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment at the contact but he forced himself to look MC in the eye before nodding. When he snapped out of his daze, his eyes narrowed.

“Day off?” He questioned. He raised his eyebrows at them when he finally registered what they were saying.

“Yes, your day off. What did you think today was? I told you to relax!” They scold him playfully, poking him in the side with their finger.

“So, you were trying to give me a break?” William attempted to get clarification. He was just wallowing in self pity all day for potentially nothing.

MC sighed at him. “I know how hard it’s been adjusting to your body. You’ve looked after me for so long now, and I’m sorry I haven’t been looking after you as well.”

William felt a lump develop in his throat. He tried to swallow.

“You don’t have to do that, master.” William stated. “It’s my job to look after you.”

“True, but it’s my job as someone who loves you to notice when you’re struggling and take some of the burden off.” MC stated back. William’s eyes widened at his master, staring at them with a mix of wonder and admiration for a moment before composing himself.

“I know you’re holding back because of the circumstances, but I will always love you.” MC continued. “I’m going to work hard this week to try and help you get your body back. We will find a way. Then, I want Liam to be my partner again.”

William’s grip tightened on his master.

“I will always be master’s butler. So please, never stop needing me.” He mumbled into their side. “I love you, MC. Let me stay by your side.”

MC rubbed his back affectionately. “And master will always be Liam’s master.”

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