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Day 1: Broken Promises - Childe

Warnings: Character death ig?

"You--" His eyes were full of hurt and betrayal, and he cried two words into your chest. "You promised."

How had it come to this?

You and Childe had been planning an anniversary for the two years you've been together, and you had to laugh at his childish excitement. But he had just kissed you lightly on the cheek and skipped off. You could almost see the flowers and sparkles he left in his wake.

The both of you had made plans to go to Xinyue Kiosk after he picked you up from work.

Today's commissions were nothing new, just a couple of balloon sabotages, a few requests, and-- oh. There was an emergency, and it required you to defeat a ruin hunter.

You bit your lip, worrying it between your teeth. Was it worth it? You could try and see if Childe had any debts near there... No. You shook your head, slapping your cheeks gently. It wasn't worth it to pull Childe away from his work.

So you set off, leaving that commission for last. The rest of the commissions were easy enough, and you found yourself standing before the ruin hunter's alleged location soon enough.

The place was suspiciously empty, and you walked in slowly, readying your weapon. You just had to paralyze it and rip its core out. A quiet, mechanical whirring reached your ears, and you spun around...

And immediately jumped to the side.

The ruin hunter didn't wait around, launching a series of attacks that you barely deflected or dodged. You were getting fatigued, and the ruin hunter... well, it could hardly get tired, could it?

"Y/N!"

You turned, the voice catching you off guard. The rusty blade cut through your side, igniting an explosion of pain and startling wetness.

"Y/N! Oh shit--"

Dimly, you were aware of Childe falling to his knees beside you. He pulled off his scarf and wadded it up, pressing it against your side.

"Stay with me, Y/N."

A thick, cottony numbness was starting to spread, and you brushed your fingers against your side. It came away red, and you turned away from them, sickened by the sight.

"Y/N, talk to me," Childe pleaded. Water nudged at your side-- Childe's own brand of healing-- and a pleasant warmth spread through you. It poked and prodded and lacked none of the finesse that healers usually possessed, but it was Childe, and that was enough.

You opened your mouth, trying to say something, anything, but Childe's face melted away, leaving you alone in the ruins.

The ruin hunter clicked methodically, and you swore it was laughing as it raised its blade for the final blow. You smiled sadly, closing your eyes.

Forgive me... Ajax.

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"Lord Harbinger."

"What is it?" Childe wiped blood away from his face and sent a wave of water rushing down his arms and clothes, rinsing off the worst of the gore. His voice was colder than the snowstorms of Snezhnaya, and he took delight in how the recruit cringed.

"The new recruits are ready for your briefing, sir."

"Take me there."

The click of his boots was deafening against the wooden podium erected in the middle of the snowy forest, and Childe raked his eyes across the crowds of black clad agents, huddled into their winter coats.

"Today, you are inducted under my order. From this day forward, you will honor the oaths you have made to Her Majesty the Tsaritsa, and you will stop at nothing to bring Snezhnaya to victory." The memorized speech slipped easily from Childe, and he surveyed the visions glinting in the dull Snezhnayan winter light.

"You shall sweep through this land like the icy winds of the furthest north, as strong as the hoarfrost of Zapolyarny Palace. You will chill the very marrow in our enemies' bones." A glint of blue. Hydro? No, Cryo.

"Her Majesty expects of you loyalty, ruthlessness, and meticulousness, for the trials that we face are harsh, and our enemies are naught but obstacles in the Tsaritsa's path to her noble goals."

Childe paused for a moment. Yes... why not? You weren't here, after all. No one to temper his bloodlust. He summoned his blades, which hardened into ice in the winter air.

A crazed smile made its way onto his face. "Now, let's have a celebratory spar, shall we?"

---

Boring. Boring, boring, boring.

No one gave him a challenge. No one put up a fight. No one... No one came close to you. He was about to dismiss his blades, but he heard the creaking of a bow being pulled back. Slowly, he turned around.

Your determined face stared back at him. Those eyes, those frostbitten and chapped lips, and the steady pulse of your Cryo vision.

A sign.

He stumbled towards you, closing his hand around the arrow you had nocked in your bow. The cold was so extreme it snapped at his skin, and he heard your muted gasp as he drew close.

"Y/N?" He croaked.

You made a questioning noise, tilting your head to the side-- the way you always did when he asked you a question. "Lord Harbinger?"

"You--" His eyes stung with snow and tears, and he cried two words into your chest. "You promised."

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shounen ai mangas that should be a part of your reading list if you enjoy reading healthy and plot-driven romances- part 2.

this is a continuation to the first part of this list i made earlier this month, part 1

6. Until i meet my husband.

the reason why i want this manga to be a part of your reading list is simply because it changed my perspective on gay relationships as a person, there were so many things that i was never able to inculcate myself or things that where actually alienated to me, this manga is actually inspired by a memoir written by ryousuke nanazaki, who happens to be an activist and the manga revolves around his life growing up as somebody who identifies as a gay man and his life till he finally met his husband, i encourage you to give this manga a read and try to understand how gay relationships actually are and not the female gaze that always markets in the shounen ai industry.

7) Koimonogatari.

koimonogatari is alot more than a shounen ai manga, it's about self acceptance, friendship and internalized homophobia, there were multiple instances in the story where i had to sit back and cry and actually introspect for a minute by putting myself in the main character's shoes, if you actually want to experience an actual expression of accepting your identity, please give this manga a read.

8. Restart after come back home.

this story often makes me think about how home is actually a person, i honestly get so overwhelmed with the comfort this manga brings while reading it out, whether it is the art style or honestly the way the characters are written or perhaps it's the grumpy sunshine protector x sunshine trope all over again, please read this out to experience how a story can feel like a literal hug.

9. The two lions.

i have and always will love furuya sensei's work, whether it's the iconic the summer of you series or the two lions in itself, the way she developes her characters and the progression of the stories, it is impeccable, the two lions is such a refreshing read that you would not even realize when you developed such a strong connection towards both the characters.

10. Happy Birthday.

i hold a special bias toward author ymz's works perhaps because i have been heavily inspired by most of her works and learned a lot of things about my own writing style, whether it's sayonara heron or happy birthday, the way she writes her characters and the melancholy, everything is so heart warming and wrenching at the same time, happy birthday again is a lot more about friendship with differentiating factors and points where they intersect together in an utterly chaotic yet in an articulate way, the art style has my heart and you should probably experience this story once.

easy.

pairing: kamisato ayato x reader

word count: 5.5k

synopsis: they say that kamisato ayato is a difficult man to serve, but you’ve never once felt that way about him before. 

a/n: prequel can be found here!

It is no secret that Kamisato Ayato is a difficult man.

You’re quite sure that most of the common folk would agree with your assessment, despite never having met the Kamisato clan head face to face before. As the head of one of the most eminent and illustrious clans in Inazuma, surely the Yashiro Commissioner must be a man of high standards and demands, they sympathise with you, shaking their heads in pity. The Yashiro Commission’s festivals and events are all meticulously planned with consideration for the people, but I heard that he only has one personal assistant. Surely he must work you to the bone!

Contrary to what they think, however, Kamisato Ayato is difficult for a completely different reason in your eyes.

It’s only a few weeks from the Irodori Festival, the very first celebration of cultural exchange that Inazuma will be able to enjoy ever since the Raiden Shogun closed the country’s borders years ago. Because of this, the anticipation among the citizens have only been growing ever since it was announced, with many townsfolk passing by eagerly asking after details with bright, excited smiles.

In stark contrast, however, the inside of the Yashiro Commission resembles a swarm of ants on a hot stove, messengers and officials rushing frantically to and fro as you make preparations for the event. And the preparations seem to be only increasing the closer you draw to the date, with your master being called to Tenshukaku more and more frequently for discussions. There is still much work to be done, however, which explains why you’ve been holed up alone in your master’s study for most part of the day with a sore back from hunching over papers and an inkwell that’s fast running out.

Just as you’re about to reluctantly start on a fresh batch of paperwork, you’re interrupted by the door to your master’s office sliding open. Thoma stands in the doorway, just as he has several times over the last few weeks, wearing a guilty grin on his face. While the sight of him used to be a welcome break from work (you are a seasoned taste tester for the fusion desserts he enjoys experimenting with), now you only let out a long, vexed groan and promptly knock your forehead against the expensive Yumemiru table.

“My apologies…” Thoma begins sheepishly, but you don’t seem to be listening.

“He’s got to be doing this deliberately,” you declare in frustration, setting down the pen so that you can massage your temples. “You’re telling me that milord forgot his umbrella again?”

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childhood best friends to lovers with xiao

ingredients: you have been friends with xiao almost your whole life... but it's the little things that make you realize there's something more.

calories: xiao + gender neutral reader

serving size: modern/highschool au・fluff・hurt/comfort・headcanons・too lazy to do word count rn

how did you guys meet in the first place? it was quite simple, really. it was when you guys were both first graders and the both of your parents were friends! all in all, they brought you over to his place and somehow xiao ended up accidentally throwing a cupcake at your face.

you thought he hated you until he popped up on your doorstep the next day, a single cupcake in his hand. to this day you think it's a pretty funny story and tease xiao for it (he always flicks your forehead and says he wouldn't mind throwing a cupcake at you again)

growing up, everyone usually knew xiao as the quiet boy in class and didn't pay attention to him. you knew him as your best friend with the great spotify playlists and the king of having no sleep. and now you were both in the middle of high school, he still barely got any sleep despite your protests.

it was surprising on how xiao was the one waking you up each day for school, climbing the tree beside your house and knocking loudly on your window. you decided to just leave it unlocked most nights (although once, he woke you up by pouring water on you and you arrived to school with a towel on your head)

days would go by normally. hanging out with xiao, studying with xiao, even having a sleepover with xiao! so when did your heart start to flutter at the sight of him?

was it when he climbed through your window, not in the morning but in the middle of the night? it was when he nudged you awake, telling you about a nightmare he had and apologizing that he woke you up. but you both ended up playing games until sunrise, eventually passing out on the bed with your head on xiao's lap.

or was it when he suddenly stopped walking, delaying the time you would reach some random destination? xiao turned around without a word, bending down and tying your shoelaces for you because it had gotten untied. you definitely remembered him ruffling your hair, telling you to check before you leave the house next time.

or maybe it was when he won that volleyball game! his whole team was cheering but he only smiled when he met you in the school parking lot, a bright expression on your face and you insisting that it was time to celebrate.

but what about that time you were both randomly hanging out at a park playground? a shady guy was around the area and you definitely noticed xiao's hand reaching for yours, pulling you close and convincing you that the other side of the park was much more interesting.

you appreciated xiao. you cared about xiao. you wanted him to be happy. and of course you loved him! you didn't realize that you loved him in a romantic way until your heart dropped at a statement xiao said.

"high school love is a waste of time," xiao scowled, getting annoyed at the amount of people relentlessly pinning for him and suddenly calling him "the hottest in the grade." why were they wasting his time? and being so frustrating?

your heart crushed as you tried to calm him down, telling him to ignore them and that he was right.

was he?

so you kept your feelings to yourself. even when summer came around and it was a hot day, refusing xiao's offer to have his cold drink. you knew he already took a sip and didn't want to seem annoying but he seemed tired of your complaining, eventually shoving (gently!) the straw in your mouth.

the only thing you could think about was that you just shared an indirect kiss with xiao.

despite wanting to confess already, you knew xiao wouldn't waste time on such things and you didn't want to be unfair towards him. even as some girl kept insisting for xiao's number and you instinctively told her that you were his partner, shooing her off and getting a thank you from xiao.

if only it was real.

but it felt real. it felt incredibly real that one day you cried in the rain, the day being extremely overwhelming and you hating it. you let yourself believe that it was real as xiao dropped the umbrella he had in his hand, choosing to hold you in his arms instead and deal with a cold later. you still remember him rocking you back and forth, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and ignoring anyone who walked by.

and then the final straw happened.

this time, you were the one who crawled through his window late at night. the one who received the 3 AM text saying "i got another one." the one who held xiao in their arms as he broke down in front of you the first time, just so tired of his stupid nightmares that almost felt like reality.

you were upset, just as xiao was when he saw you break down before. most importantly, you felt like the both of you didn't deserve this. xiao didn't deserve getting such horrid nightmares while you didn't deserve him. was it even right for you to be his friend in the first place? were you even worth it? you felt like such a waste of time.

it was ironic of you telling xiao to ignore the voices in his head when you listened to yours. and he knew.

so he cradled your face in his hands, even as tears rolled down his face and made you cry too. you finally listened, not speaking a single word as xiao placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and pulled you closer.

"i love you. so so, much. don't ever forget that."

and you didn't. to this day as you peppered kisses all over xiao's face and he slow danced with you in his room. although you could hardly believe that he confessed first and he liked you as well, you were thankful.

here's to many more days with your beloved. cherish them, all the way to the end.

i think you can tell the message is to appreciate people when you can (unless they suck). ilysm and you are worth it, stay strong and hold on!! idc how cringe i sound right now you deserve beautiful, happy things.

ANYWAYS

tags: @noirkkat, @tiny-aroace, @ben6ett, @abyssheart, @starglitterz, @blisschi, @heavensbeloved, @mystic-helena, @kachuuha, @xmellows, @rim0na, @velionqs, @glazelilyy, @yanbub, @urujiako, @adeptusjade, @zaultar @seerie, @blossomiich, @xiaozuha

bold: i can’t tag you for some reason!

i just KNOW i'm gonna regret posting this tomorrow morning but i need something to post so i hope you enjoyed!!

AH, ITS OKAY TAKE UR TIME!! don’t forget to rest!!

-anon who requested a part 2 of akito fic

ANONNN AGAIN IM SO SORRY FOR THE IDK HOW LONG THE DELAY OF REQUEST IS, AND EXAM IS NEARING TOO IM SO SORHEHDUSJ

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫!(𝐲/𝐧)

A/N : AAAAAAAA STREAMER!AYATO HAS BEEN A HUGE BRAINROT FOR ME AND IT SHOWS IN MY 3.4K HCS; MY LONGEST ONE YET 😭 actually will just sob over him in my eu alt bc i have him there and hHHHHHH HES SO <333333

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omg ayato as a streamer??

ayato as a streamer _(:з)∠)_

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PogU—

alright. so.

we all know ayato is a true gentleman, right?

right.

so obviously that means his community’s first impressions of him were good ones !! they all thought of him to be this gentle, kind man who enjoys chatting about anything and everything with an angelic smile and a melodious laugh

i mean, they’re not wrong, per se, but they only touched the surface that is Kamiyato

Kamiyato is live! Would you like some tea?

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DESTINY.

~warnings;; manga walhalla arc minor spoilers, canon divergence, death, blood, knife

~genre;; angst, hurt

~wc;; 1544

~characters;; hanemiya kazutora x gn!reader

~listen to;; one step forward, 3 steps back by olivia rodrigo

;;authors note at the end;;

what is he thinking? thats the first thing that goes through hanemiya kazutora's mind the second he steps in juvie. he just killed his best friend's brother. got his other friend in huge trouble. what is even happening to his life right now?

the two years in juvie feel like a lifetime. and the one person who believed in him all this time, was you. you, who was close friends with mikey and baji, you, who would give him the biggest smile. you, who would visit him everyday in juvie, tell him about your day. he noticed how you would never mention toman, scared to hurt him, scared to hurt yourself. he didnt even know why you bothered to even check up on him. each time he saw you, he felt more and more guilty, and he knew that was how you felt as well.

———

two years had finally passed, and you had stopped coming a few months ago. you would send letters instead, telling him about how your day was, though he couldnt help but realize how much shorter, how much vaguer they were then when you first started sending him stuff. its only fair to him, he thought.

he'd gone insane. and he knew that. the day he decided to join walhalla, you confronted him infront of his appartment.

"what the hell do you think youre doing? kazutora, youre better than this, i know that. i know you. please, dont do this."

he had only looked at you, eyes devoid of emotion.

"you, you dont know anything. stop pretending to know me. because you dont, ive changed, and you cant even realize. you call that "knowing" someone?"

he was nearly screaming at that point.

"you abandoned me in juvie! you left me to rot there, you sent meaningless letters, you shouldve just said goodbye once and for all. are you sure you even know me? or are you keeping up a facade because you feel pity for me? because if thats the case, i dont fucking need it. get out of here, i dont want to see you again."

and, hes done it. pitter, patter. was that the sound of the rain or the sound of your tears? you didnt know anymore.

those words hurt, not only him, but you. those were the last words he said to you before he walked away, eyes glassy. the next time you met would be the worst day of his life.

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kazutora leaves his appartment that morning instantly dreading the day ahead of him. its not gonna end well, thats all he knows. he keeps up his wall. he acts smug as usual that day though hes anxiously waiting the very moment he sees your face again. that day he screamed at you still haunts him. he can only hope it was enough to drive you away from him.

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toman vs walhalla. the fight starts in an abandoned parking lot. quite ironic that the sign behind them says "safety first", because this fight is going to be anything but safe.

both sides stand on either sides of the dirty lot. they stare eachother down, both desperate to win this fight. oh, and there it is. you stare at kazutora harshly, a slight crease of your eyebrows, and he feels like hes done for right then and there. hes already lost this fight, its already over for him. he feels like crying for a second, his eyes gloss over for a split second before returning to usual. he sets his mind straight, attempting his best to push the image of you out of his head for the sake of this "reputation" hes built up for himself. he could laugh at how pathetic he is in this moment. he steps forward, stopping right in front of draken. forces himself to smile wide.

-------

the fight is a whirlwind for him. all he registers is hitting mikey in the head, then collapsing himself. oh crap, is what he thinks when he picks up his pole to hit mikey. you would never forgive him for this. but what does he even care about your opinion?

right?

the first thing he sees when he regains partial conscience is baji. baji, talking to chifuyu. and a string snaps in his brain. again? again, has somebody left him? now he only has you, and he's not even sure if you can count as someone that's truly on his side.

selfish selfish selfish selfish is all that that goes through his mind. he has no control over his body, his personality has split, his hands moving on his own. picking up a knife, what am i doing? walking down the mountain of cars. looking at baji makes him irritated. looking at you, you, who was standing right next to baji made him even more insane. why, how could you forgive baji? why did baji deserve forgiveness when he didn't? what did baji have that he lacked?

then again, its not like he's met anyone's expectations before.

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slowly, ever so slowly, stalking down the mountain of broken down engines, he takes up his knife, preparing to end whatever he had caused.

he has no control over his body, flickers between conscious and unconscious, dark and insane, in control of his body and being controlled by something known as insanity.

coming up behind baji, the moment takemichi decides to turn his head, he drives the knife forward.

only it doesn't hit who he thought it was. it doesn't hit baji's flesh, but what it does cut is yours.

the knife digs into your stomach and you spit out blood. your eyes are wide, not knowing why you did that anyway. perhaps it was so that kazutora wouldn't be blamed.

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the last time you talked with kazutora was the day he lashed out on you. you slowly walked back home, feet getting heavier and heavier by the step. the second you get home, you collapse on your bed, screaming into your pillow, blaming yourself for falling for someone so unstable, someone who could never love you back.

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the sound the knife makes as it punctures your back is disgusting. kazutora wants to die the second he realizes what he's done. everybody looks at him in surprise, not anticipating such a turn to the fight. your body crumples right in front of him, and its like a stab in his own heart when he knows that he's the reason that this, whatever this is, has turned into such a result.

his heart sinks right then and there.

———

everyone is wide-eyed. even kisaki stares at the situation, nobody dares say anything.

kazutora drops to his knees. letting go of his knife, which rolls down the pile of cars, occasionally screeching a bit, until it hits the bottom. mikey stares at it, before directing his attention back up to kazutora, his eyes full of hatred. he’s about to run up when draken puts a hand on his shoulder.

mikey shoots him a glare, the fuck are you doing? draken only stares forward and mikey decides to comply just this once. takemichi and baji look on at the unfolding situation with disbelief. nobody has fully registered the situation apart from kazutora.

said individual’s mood turns a whole 180. he grabs your body in his hands, and you look upwards giving him a small smile.

“kazutora, you finally look worried yeah?” you manage to spit out, eyes drooping.

“y/n, no stop talking, just- i am so so sorry please, hang on for-”

“kazutora, i’m not going to make this one. this isn’t your fault, it’s fine. promise me to leave me some flowers, the ones we saw at the park together, hm?”

“thanks, kazu.”

the use of his nickname is the last string that snaps. he bursts out in tears, his eyes running, he manages to nod his head.

“ill be waiting, but don’t come too soon you idiot” you grin up at him, giving him the biggest smile you’ve smiled in months.

“i love you”

and it’s the last thing he hears your voice say before your body goes cold and so does his.

———

you guys used to walk home together, always passing by this one park. you saw a butterfly once who led you to a small pink flower, one so small but so vibrant. you called it destiny and he said it was “weird”. he wished he spent more time with you, let you know how special you were to him. little did he know that somewhere, you regretted every second you didn’t spend with him as well.

———

the next day, kazutora walks alone to that park. no heavy backpack, no you beside him.

he follows another butterfly, one that was yellow. it reminds him of the yellow bracelet you always wore.

he picks a small pink flower, bringing it to your grave. he sits down, holding back his tears, and placing the flower right in the middle of the grave.

he looks up to the sky and says,

“i love you too.”

he leaves a small note on the grave. if somebody were to unfold the paper, it would read “destiny”.

though nobody ever did open the note.

a/n; MAJSHD okay so if you’ve read this far hi hello thank u

GHIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING AN ACTUAL FIC so yeah mhm this might suck HELP

BIG THANKS TO @rim0na BECAUSE SHE LITERALLY HELPED ME CRAFT THE ENTIRE THING SO YEAH THANKS RIM

@maik0u because angst (even if u don’t rly know kazutora) and @kodzukoi because she said she wanted to be tagged 😋😋)

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)

a/n: thank you for requesting and i’m glad my blog is a safe space! i myself am a cis female so please correct me if anything i wrote blatantly harms or misrepresents the trans/nonbinary community. homophobes and transphobes dni. my inbox is open to chat or request!

pls reblog :))

➳ 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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