A STRENGTH OF A THOUSAND.

when is ‘the street performer i met today’2 coming up? :)

no pressure!

AGSHAHHA NONNIE SO SORRY I FROGOT, bro this past week i've been busy asf. But dw i'll try to finish it asap 😞👍

The way your writing is so fucking good?? It’s such a joy to read and you have such a distinct style that has me straight up kicking my feet :’)

I saw in your bio that requests are open, have you ever considered… reader getting hurt somewhere far from civilisation and Leon running himself absolutely ragged trying to get them help? Just holding them so tightly, running until his heart feels like it’s about to burst because he just needs them to be okay, I feel like he would stop at nothing to keep from losing the people he loves, ya know?

Anyway, hope you have a great day! <3

thank u so much aaaa <3333!!!! im feelin sad and devious so have fun with this one!!!

warning: angst, blood mention, death

Leon can’t remember the last time he cried.

He’s lived through suffering and destruction and death, and pieces of those memories still reside within him as little fragments of glass that puncture and tear and burrow. He’s tried to move on, to grit his teeth and bear the pain, but it always comes back. Always worse than last time.

You bleed a dark pool into the patch of grass you had collapsed upon. Touching your chest leaves his hands slick and sticky. The knees of his pants stain.

He radios in to HQ, calls for evacuation, medevac, help. The line statics. The BSAA soldiers are miles away by now.

It was supposed to be a cleanup, a simple job, and now you’re dying.

He doesn’t think straight. He can’t now. He loves you, and you’re dying, and he’s failed everyone he’s ever cared about.

As he strips off your gear, he thinks of Raccoon City. As he cuts away your shirt, he thinks of his parents.

Who does he have left? Who, besides you?

He whispers things (I love you, stay with me, it’s alright, I love you, don’t leave me, I love you), and you’re choking. Trying to speak. The light drains from your eyes and still, you cup a chilled, wet hand over his jaw.

“‘m okay,” you say, hoarse and choked-out. So weak. Weak and pallid and he’s never felt so helpless in his entire fucking life.

The blood won’t stop. He recalls his training and second-natures the first-aid steps, but the smell of iron makes him nauseous and your weakening grip on his shirt rips away his reason.

He picks you up, and he runs.

If he remembers right—please let him remember right—Delta team heads west. He can reach them. He can reach them and the medic they travel with. They’ll patch you up and call for medevac and you’ll survive.

He can’t fail you. Not again. Not like the others.

The path is uneven, and stray branches catch his clothes, and his lungs heave to the point of bursting, and he might collapse soon. You might die.

But he’s stubborn and strong-willed, and he has to see things through to the end.

That’s what I love most about you. He remembers the way you had smiled, all toothy and jesting. Smeared head-to-toe with dirt after following him to the ends of the earth, after crawling into a collapsed bunker owned by some retired Umbrella scientist to save him. Maybe you could be a little more careful about it, though.

The moment he realized he loved you.

It terrified him at first. Becoming soft again, tender-hearted, lovesick.

Later, when you said you loved him, when he admitted his own secret, when he kissed you in the quiet shadows of that warehouse, he knew he was done for.

His knees buckle, and he collapses. Mud seeps through his pants, chills down to bone, but he never lets you go.

The comms still ring with static. 

Delta team is nowhere to be found.

Your body rests limp against his chest. The blood has stopped, now thick and half-dried on his skin. On yours.

He stares down at you. At the ash of your complexion. At the glassy eyes, void of light, wide-open, fixed to a point just over his shoulder. When he tilts your chin, skin cold against his fingers, your unbroken gaze follows.

Already, he misses their color. The starshine when you looked at him. The wrinkle of your brow when you grew angry. The scrunch of your face when you smiled.

Already, he speaks of you in past tense. 

Your chest never expands again. Your heart never thumps beneath his palm. There’s no pulse—he checks three places three different times.

The comms spark to life with a message from HQ. Bird on standby, Delta team half a mile due west. Respond… respond… Respond.

He looks down at you—you, who believed in him, who taught him what love felt like, who followed him to the ends of the earth—now a corpse, another failing, another memory of jagged edges and broken glass.

And he cries.

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Relationship hcs for Eliza, Filla, Ms. Fortune, Parasoul, and Valentine?

Reader is gender neutral

CW (CONTENT WARNING): Swearing, blood mention, violence mention, slight(??) spoilers for those who dont know the girls’ lore

| Filia |

- Eddie and Venom whomst

- Legit, this is literally like what would happen if you dated Eddie and Venom except they’re from a shounen horror anime. Get used to Samson butting in whenever you and Filia we’re supposed to go on dates for just the two of you. It slowly became bearable, with Samson having to lessen his quips about everything and Filia having to be less angry to Samson. It was awkward at first, most other times frustrating, but things worked out in the end.

- She’s a high schooler, so expect majority of your dates to consist of visiting cute little cafes or diners that she spots. Most of them were for real cheap that her wallet is happy of despite her lineage and the aesthetics of the cafes were so cute that it’s a win-win. Even Samson wasn’t complaining about how the food tastes.

- Such a shy girl when she’s with her partner. Samson just loves it when his host acts so flustered towards her mate that it gives him prime opportunity to use Filia’s hair to leave teasing touches; when you two are hugging, he pinches Filia’s waist just so she can hug tighter. You might get a laugh out of it but Filia can’t help but pout at Samson for being a jerk.

- She thinks that kissing you on the areas closest to your lips are pretty daring so she makes it a mission to kiss the entirety of your face except your lips. You find this cute, but there’s nothing that Filia can stop when you’re the one who starts initiating small pecks on her lips.

| Eliza |

- This… person… is a fickle thing. She’s survived centuries of deceptions and hidden deals that having a significant other in her many different lives is a joke that she can laugh over with craft beer.

- She won’t be taking this relationship seriously as regular couples. As much as it stings, she’s already abandoned her heart a long time ago. She and Sekhmet agreed on this. Nothing and no one will ever weave their lives into theirs as intimately as they are. Maybe a bit of casual dates here and there, a bit of night stands, some drinks to go around, but never going so far as to dealing with emotions.

- So many inside jokes about Egyptian mythology, it’s lowkey getting annoying. You didn’t peg Eliza to be a myth junkie but maybe it was the influence of Sekhmet. Not a minute goes by without Eliza having to say a joke about how your blood appeases Sekhmet whenever you two go at it.

- She likes it when you watch her sing in Bastet’s Den. Eliza gets a little pump in her system and accidentally shows the excitement in her singing. It’s not noticeable by regular people but Albus and Horace notice the immediate difference.

- Eliza’s favorite thing to do with you is chill with her in her private bath in the Bath of Tefnut. With a can of beer in hand, soft music playing on the radio, with an arm wrapped around your waist… it’s the perfect evening for her. So long as there’s no disrupting little blood banks meowing or an annoying little parasite complaining, there’s nothing that can ruin this evening.

| Ms. Fortune |

- Whether you’re into it or not, she will vehemently use so many puns.

- Friend or lover, she’s always up and in your face like a regular cat. There’s not a single body part of her that isn’t touching you, be it her hands or her head resting on your lap as her body drapes over your back. You should honestly get used to her touch-starved antics.

- Loves to prank you by cutting off her limbs and pretend she accidentally amputated herself. It also doesn’t help that her blood can turn into yarn. The term ‘tangled in your own limbs’ takes on a more literal meaning as you get wrapped up in her limbs as she nibbles your neck as you sigh once more at your predicament. Honestly you don’t know who could be more clingy, her or an actual cat.

- She’s always roughing it up against Medici scum so you’re her private nurse. And in payment, it’s either you listen to her cattastic puns about you being such an angel or hugs and kisses. It’s sometimes both. You can’t really stay mad at her cracking jokes but still… someday something’s going to happen to that Lifestone inside of her.

- Dates usually go inside Little Innsmouth where Lilith is your personal waitress. Sometimes-or a lot of times-Ms. Fortune wears a little bowtie on her neck just to feel extra fancy when all that it is you two are doing is eating hot pot under a dingy ceiling lamp. It’s the thought that counts though, as you and she tell each other what transpired in your lives and what you want in the future.

| Parasoul |

- Her kingdom comes first. You and Umbrella are second.

- Don’t take it personally. Parasoul prioritizes her kingdom’s safety above all else. She would never permit another incident happen like with her mother. As much as a stubborn person as she is, it was Umbrella who had to snap sense into her sister that she has another loved one to talk to.

- I’m not saying you should abuse the fact that Parasoul is loaded… she’s doing my job for me actually. She doesn’t hesitate to let you know that she can literally buy anything for you if you just ask. She really likes to spoil if that wasn’t obvious.

- Her version of dates are training regimens in the palace. She can’t be too careful with the crimes today, so she takes up her time to train you with your weapon of choice to defend yourself. It’s like taking a weight off her shoulders when she knows that you’re capable of taking care of yourself.

- Loves to cherish the time you, her, and Umbrella share together. Even mundane ice cream dates where the Black Egrets are surveying the area for threats. Parasoul greatly enjoys dates like this because she feels as though this is close to a real family outing. She can forget about her burdens as she stares at you and Umbrella with absolute adoration.

| Valentine |

- First off: how the fuck.

- Valentine… hoo boy. This woman experienced way more pain than anyone else here (I don’t count Eliza bc this is some cold dead bitch) so for her having a significant other is so far off.

- She can’t give you normal dates. With her personal mission and her job at Lab Zero and everything, she can’t really spend time with you unless you were an assistant at Lab Zero as well. Maybe an unfortunate soul who became an experiment to a Parasite or maybe a human slave brought in by Brain Drain himself. She could only provide small talk and some pieces of moderately expensive dark chocolate as a “date”.

- Either way, she keeps her distance to everybody, especially you. The untimely demise of The Last Hope group still haunts her to this day, and nothing will ever stop her goal. She still keeps you in mind, however, as she gets you little gifts that reminds her of you. Surprisingly isn’t the type to joke about giving you an actual heart when it’s you.

- Remember when I said she keeps you in mind? She means it. Just like in her origin story, she keeps all of her comrades weapons and uses them all the time. She memorizes your fighting style and uses it to her advantage. Even if you don’t fight, she has a semblance of you strapped to her clothes, like maybe a hairpin or a brooch. Valentine keeps all things precious in her heart, and you’re one of them.

I should rewrite this

Lost & Found?....

Ft. Tartaglia/Childe (Ajax)

Reader's pronoun : He/Him Cw : the reader fell into the fking abyss<3, abyss princess lumine, abyss reader. Ooc childe??

Summary : In which you were his long lost childhood bestfriend, but reuniting with your long lost childhood friend isn't always the warmest.

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You were merely the core memory of his childhood. the memory you both made always made him smile, no matter which one.

Though, after his days on the abyss he lost the memories. One by one fades out, no matter how hard he tries to remember it, he couldn't. He couldn't remember how you look like. Your hair, your face, your features. It always left him questioned.

When he got out of the abyss, his first thought was his family, and you.

He tried to ask the nearby villager about your whereabout, only to be left with an answer that you had mysteriously disappeared the day after he was gone missing.

But, eventually after a brawl and huge havoc ajax's brings to the seaside village of morepesok, ajax father had no choice but to hand his beloved son to the fatui's.

Days by days went by in the fatui headquarter, ajax has long forgotten his childhood friend, Though whenever he was alone his thought always come to this certain voice he couldn't get over with.

"Ajax!... Ajax, promise me we would stay together forever!" Said a familiar voice of a boy he couldn't remember.

"But i promised you yesterday!" "I don't care! Lets do the promise again." The boy protested.

"Alright, alright!" Ajax could only huffed in response.

"You make a pinkie promise you keep it all your life. You break a pinkie promise. I throw you on the ice. The cold will kill the pinkie that once betrayed your friend. The frost will freeze your tongue off so you never lie again." The both of you said happily

..Oh... he remembered, you were his first friend, a very close one.

A child who always tags along with whatever he was doing, neither it was bad or good. Even his parents and sibling knows you well, you would sometimes have a dinner at his house or sometimes a sleepover.

Even your parents have to scold you because you always came home late.

Oh.. to those little memories that he cherished so much, it makes him misses you even more. But sadly, even when he remembers those memories he can't remember how you look like.

One by one, he remembers the memories vividly. The way you would hold his cold hand and guide him home through the cold forest, the way your smiled warmed his heart.

...He was so lost in thought until

"Sir Tartaglia, The Ship will be docked around 10 minutes until now. Please prepare yourself."

His eyes peered over the kneeling agent behind him.

"Hm." Tartaglia only hummed in response.

With that, the agent left.

Tartaglia recalled that his next mission were located in some random place in snezhnaya, he was tasked to retrieve an stolen ancient artifact which the fatui presumed it came from 500 years ago. The years where khaenriah still exist.

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10.27 Snezhnaya.

Ajax always misses walking down the snowy forest with you, the way you would show him the path on the forest so he diddn't get lost. How your warm hand warmed his cold ones.

"So this is the place.. i diddn't know the abyss would have their hideout around here" he peered over the blurry picture of an snowy ancient ruins, "now that i'm here, will you answer my question? Abyss mage." He pointed his dagger at the exhausted abyss mage under him, blood dripping off his dagger from the countless enemies he Killed.

"Heh.. you thought you could get an easy answer of the artifact huh? Fatui" the abyss mage responded.

"Cmon now.. dont play with me, you know you're on the verge of dying right know aren't you?" he pointed the dagger even more closely to the abyss mage body.

"If you wished for the answer, why don't you ask the answer to his majesty then?" The abyss mage said lowly.

"You—" just before childe could finish his own word, an knife flew infront of his face.

"That's enough." A figure wearing a cloaked clothes said, their upper face hidden by a hood.

"Torturing my underlings is unacceptable, and i guessed you came here for the relic aren't you?" The cloaked figure said while opening his hood revealing a very familiar face to ajax himself.

For a second ajax thinks he was dreaming, the person he cherished the most, is here, in front of him. But he know something was wrong... did.. you just said, underlings?

"You... you.. shit" ajax said, his face showing shock and confusion.

"Oh Tartaglia, or should i say ajax. Don't tell me you forggoten my name already?" You said.

The way his name rolled off your tongue perfectly, it remind him of some memories.

Your name.. what was your name?...

[Na...]...

[Name]?....

[Name]!

Your name! That was your name!

"[Name]! Is that.. Is that really you?!" His face showing an shocked expression.

"Well... could you not tell? You couldn't remember your own friend?" "Or did the abyss really affect you?"

"The Abyss?! How did you know about it??" "Were you.. were you siding with the abyss?!" He screamed.

"Her majesty... she.. she saved me, and in return i... will help her achieve her dream" You said, old Memory flashing your mind.

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"Madame!.. Madame!" You had been knocking on your dearest friend door, hoping for neither one of his family member to answer the knocking, ignoring the snowstorm that had been silencing your voice.

But— by the luck or miracle you have in your pocket, the door opened revealing an concerned mother.

"[Name]??, Oh dear! what are you doing here? The snowstorm is raging outside!" "Look at you, you got frostbite here and there" she said, her tone laced with worries as she examined your body.

"Madame.. is the rumor true?? About ajax?" You said while looking up at her, sad expression on your eye.

"Its.. sigh.., [name] why dont you come inside? I will explain it to you"

Just from her words you could already tell that the rumors was true, her tone explained it all.

"No! I cant.. i.. i need to look for him" you turned your heel, running to the forest where your bestfirend were last seen.

"Wait!... [Name] The snowstorm is still—"

—"[Name]!"

You ran as fast as your feet could take you ignoring the raging snowstorm and a cry of plea coming from Ajax mother

After all, she truly care for both of you right?..

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Huft.. huft..

"ugh, i cant.. breath.." you said as you clutch your hand to your chest gasping for more air.

But..

"The air.. its so.. cold and the snowstorm.. is getting more rougher" "and my frostbite isn't doing any better too" you peered over your hand, showing an visible wound of a frostbite.

"I need to go fast, otherwise i'll freeze to death" again you ran, to wherever direction you could go.

"Ajax! Ajax! Where are you?" You screamed

"Answer me!" Again..

"Ajax!" Again..

"Answer me.. please.." and again..

You ran and screamed until.. you couldn't feel your leg again.

Thump.. you fell onto your knees, your body hurt. You couldn't breath, and your frostbite wound isn't doing any better.

Am i going to die here? Am i going to give up just like this? If i die here... what would my parent feel..? No.. what about ajax's mother? Can she handle the loss of her two favourite child?

Those thought keep flooding your mind "I guess it can't be helped" you closed your eyes, just before Darkness and snow engulfing your tiny body..

"Im sorry..." is all you could muster

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??.?? unknown place.

My head?.. am i still alive?

You opened your eyes, squinting slightly at the light around you.

"Where am i?.." you looked around the place "it looks like an domain.."

"How did i get in here?..." as you tried to stand up, you realize that your leg isn't moving as you wanted it to.

My legs... how am i supposed to get out of here, i need to—

"Poor kid... falling into such a dangerous place like this" you heard a voice alongside the sound of steps.

There she stands, a young woman with a blonde hair, judging from her attire it seems that she diddn't came from teyvat. But yet she looks so graceful in it.

"Who are you?..." you looked up at her, curiosity plastered on your eyes.

She crouched over to your level, "I will help you" she said whilst holding your chin, "but.. in return, you will help me achieve my dream"

Her dream?... weird..

You had no choice but to say yes.

"Whats your name?" She says

"Im [Name], how about you?.." you said shakily.

"Im.... Lumine."

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"And the rest.. its blurry, i can hardly remember anything these days. Guess the abyss do affect me too."

"[Name].. so you.. so you went out looking for me that day?.." "but.. but! Mother and the other diddnt say anything about you the day i returned to the village?!"

"I guess.." you hopped down from rather high platform you were standing on "She diddn't want to make you worry Ajax, what kind of mother would want to make their child worry over a trivial matter?" you walked up to him.

"And.. im sorry for not being there when you returned ajax, i should've dis— No, princess lumine I.." you sighed.

"Look ajax, this place isn't safe for you this place is overflowing with dark elemental energy. You should go back soon"

"and the artifact.. i'll just give it to you." You said while handing him the ancient artifact.

"Now go back Ajax, and never return here ever" you turned your back at him, just before you can walk away from him.

"Wait!" You feel a hand holding your cape "Why don't you.. why dont you go back to morepesok with me [name]? You know mother is still looking for you right?? "She would be very happy to see you right now!" He said with an pleading eye.

"Ajax.. i have a duty to attend too, and you too right? Now let go off me" you said trying to pry his hand off your cape.

"Please..."

It took a few tries before his hand were completely off you.

As you walked away from him, you opened up an portal leading to— who knows? Maybe anywhere away from from this auburn haired friend of yours.

"And ajax, dont try on searching for me ever again, also... be careful out there." You said before stepping on the portal, Vanishing away from his sight.

Ajax tries to open his mouth, but still no words came out of his mouth.

And yet once again—

He was left with nothing but

The feeling of loneliness and a longing feeling for your presence.

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Eughhsgshs im finally done with this fic ;D its been like 6 month or more of this thing sitting on my draft/srs. And yes im alive ty and anw this fic is kind of uh 💀 i spent a lot of time in it and yet it looks like ass

FFFUCCKK I ACCIDEJTALLY POSTED YHE CHILDE DRAFT.

Now how do i return it to the draft:/

Somebody asked for part two, and yes i shall deliver it to you. Idk how long it'll take so stay tuned lmao

The street performer i met today.

Ft. Akito x Gn!reader.

Cw : usage of the word pretty? Reader Pronoun : They/Them A/N : basically this was the brainrot i had 2 days ago.

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I was supposedly rushing to meet the other since i was 15 minutes late, ena sure takes her time when she's shopping eh? If i diddn't ran away when she wasn't looking i'm gonna be even more later than this.

The street is bustling with people today, i wonder why.

when I almost walked towards the crossing something caught my attention—

"Is this a sound of a guitar?" I tried to listen carefully, trying to figure out where the noise was coming. Hm?

Electric? No... i don't think so. Should i go take a look? Wouldn't i be even more later than now? I peered over to the crowds who seems to be listening to the music.

"Heh listening for a while wouldn't hurt right?" As i walked towards the crowds i could see— oh a solo street performer? Interesting.

I tried to squezze in through the crowd, and does it work? Yes. From here the front i could see the performer.

There they Sat, their finger flicking thru the guitar string gracefully, making a soft melody. I thought i was never a big fan of a song with soft melody like this, but... maybe it could change?..

Their eyes were half lidded making them look sleepy but yet they put on a gentle smile whilst their finger continued on making a melody. So graceful...

Wait... what was i thinking?! Graceful?! Huh?. My mind were telling me to leave, but something or somewhere in my heart was telling me to stay and listen to their performance.

My feet were glued, and my eyes are stuck admiring them and their little melody. I crossed my arms perhaps i were giving up on leaving, if its possible maybe my ears could be smiling while hearing their song right now.

I stood here alongside the crowd for... how long? I was too busy listening to their performance that i missed some phone calls from my friend, i did noticed that my phone was buzzing inside my pocket, but i was just too busy to care.

Times do went on, i realized that their performance was coming to an end.

They hop off slowly from the stool they were sitting and then bowing to the audience politely. "This is it for today, thank you for listening to my performance. I hope i could see everyone again"

Before i know, all the people beside and front of me was clapping, Signaling that the performance was over, and.. snapping me back to reality. "Aw..." I let out a whine alongside a "i should've come earlier."

Just before i left, i took a notice that they were staring at me or... maybe examining? Their eyes do look serious though.

"Ah... aren't you Shinonome Akito from BAD DOGS?, its unusual to see you here, Glad you enjoyed my performance." While they giggle softly and packing their guitar in.

Huh?.. me enjoying their performance?

"I hope i can see you somewhere akito." They said taking off their leave while smiling at me.

I tried to speak and ask for their name, but they were already too far away.

Their smile were so— oh my phone is buzzing again, i should hurry really...

But in honesty their performance was amazing, and their features, how do they make such an amazing music while keeping their composure like that? I said as i too, took my leave.

They were.... Pretty

i wish i could talk to them.

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Bonus lol :

"Evening." I said while entering the weekend garage, i could see kohane, An, And toya also looks like they were waiting for a bit too long eh?

"Where were you?! We were supposed to discuss about our performance by the end of this week! You were the one who suggest it and yet you were late!" An said crossing her arms and sighing.

"I tried to call you akito, but you weren't answering" add toya.

"Even toya got worried" said kohane giggling.

"Yea yea! I know im sorry, its ena! I were stuck shopping with her" i said as i pulled one of the chair wanting to sit down.

"And shinonome why do your face looks a bit flushed? Are you okay?" Kohane said her face plastered with worry.

"I was about to ask that too" An said

My mind recalled to the time where they smiled at me, their smile were so genuine... and pretty.

"Huh?! Wh...– what do you mean im flushed?!" I said not realizing that im trying to cover my... flushed face?

"Ooh~ does the tough guy akito got a crush?" An teases.

"N..– No im not! Just get on with the discussion already!"

"Oh! He do~ Aha!" Said An laughing and so is kohane, even toya is giggling.

Sigh... i guess i need to get used to her teasing again eh?

But, did An just said a.. crush?

Well cough im not that kind of person who falls inlove with someone just met right? Right?!

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HAAA i swear it isn't supposed to be this long, and it was supposed to be finished yesterday. But headache says no.

Go cope mf 😂

IM VRYING WHY MUST IT BE BER AHHSHAJZJJZ IT COULD BE MONA OR QIQI BUT WHY WHY DID YOU COME HOME IN THIA ACC AGAIN FKNX YUO

"When the snow falls"

a winter romcom ghostsoap comic by yours truly.

pages 1-4

blurb: Childhood friends reunited after many years. They got separated after joining the military. Contact they tried to keep fell apart. Ghost broke his left arm on the last mission, he is on involuntary leave. Soap is back in town to say goodbye to his late grandpas house.

Cover page incoming soon~

hii! can i request some headcanons about reader / mc comes out to the brothers as nonbinary? i'm really confused with my whole gender identity and it's really frustrating but your works keeps me grounded.

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coming out to the brothers as nonbinary

includes: the brothers x/& nonbinary!mc (no pronouns specified)

wc: .7k | rated g | m.list

warnings: implications of transphobia (NOT from the brothers), threats of violence (NOT towards you)

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➳ lucifer nods, tapping his chin. “thank you for telling me. i’m glad you feel comfortable enough to confide in me. i’ll do my best to use your preferred pronouns from now on.” you’re still a little nervous, and he notices. taking your hand, he squeezes it softly. “hey. i’m sure everyone else will have the same thoughts on the subject as i do. if you don’t want to tell them and keep this between us that’s fine too. and if you don’t know yet, that's perfectly fine too. i’ll be here for whatever you decide whenever you decide.”

➳ mammon accepts it pretty easily. “nonbinary, huh? that’s cool. if i mess up and misgender you punch me or something. i’ll try my best though, so i hope it doesn’t happen.” nudging you in the side, mammon grins. “am i the first one you told? oh that’s awesome! i knew i was your first man!” even with all of his celebration he doesn’t miss the way your shoulders untense, the way you let out the breath you were holding in. for once, mammon chooses to be tactful and doesn’t mention it, simply carrying on with his bragging.

➳ levi literally could care less. not like that though, ok? he’s just online quite a bit so he has more experience in LGBTQ+ spaces than his brothers do, meaning he’s pretty used to people coming out or questioning their gender or sexual identity. “that’s really cool! that’s for telling me! this is just like a show i watched called ‘my favorite person came out to me and i still love and support them wholeheartedly’!” he tells someone in his headset to hold on a moment, he’s busy, shooting you a grin while he does so. “what pronouns do you want me to use, again?”

➳ satan has heard of this nonbinary thing, of course, but hasn’t really had any actual experience with someone who identified as it. he wants to be as respectful and accepting as he can be and resolves to do some in-depth research the moment he gets a chance. “thank you for telling me, mc. i’ll do my best to use the right pronouns and refer to you as you wish to be referred to, so please, do not hesitate to correct me if i get it wrong.” looking over at you, he has an idea. “do you have any websites or anything i can look at? i want to be the best ally i can.”

➳ asmo just rolls over to face you, tracing a finger down your cheek. “that’s cool! thanks for telling me.” at your confused expression (you had expected more of a reaction), he laughs, flapping a hand in the air. “what, you think you’re the first person to come out to me? i’ve had countless people i’m close to over the years experiment with their identities. gender is such a fluid thing, and it changes so much with each new decade. i’m glad to see people becoming more accepting than they have been in the last few centuries, though.”

➳ beel is serious about the situation, cutely so. “thank you for telling me. i’ll do me best to support you and use the right pronouns.” pulling you into a warm hug, he holds you for a moment, soothing all of your frayed nerves. you lea into his touch, grateful for it. “and,” he whispers lowly in your ear, “if anyone gives you a hard time over it let me know. i’ll take care of it. and them.” a moment passes, silently, and then he’s pulling away from you, smiling like he hadn’t just threatened to do… something to people who wouldn't respect you.

➳ belphie admits he’s a little out of touch on current human matters like this. cheeks red, he has you explain in greater detail, nodding when he finally gets it. “oh that’s fine. thanks for trusting me enough to tell me. i’ll do some looking into it and educate myself. and i’ll definitely try my best to use the right pronouns and stuff from now on.” for once he’s fully alert, normal sleepiness abnormally gone from his expression. “correct me if i get wrong though, okay? and this doesn’t really change anything between us, so don’t worry about it.”

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