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Can I ask you for hc on victor and eli pining over the same person? gender neutral if possible!

Of course, glad to have an ask! Sorry for the long wait.

VICTOR AND ELI PINING OVER THE SAME PERSON - HEADCANONS

First of all, let's talk a bit about those two's personalities.

While I agree with some of the fanon headcanons of the community, there are also some things that are too far from canon for my liking.

Victor, in my opinion, is quite a guy I must say. This man worked for a gang in the past, enter a burning building to save people, after that he also tried to hide from the gangsters' eyes while doing his job, what a chad. The man simple entered the game because that was the first letter he had ever been received, not because of money, wishes or anything else.

"Scoptophobia, Socially Awkward, Kind-hearted, Quiet", those are the 4 offical traits of him. But I would also like to add a bit of my thoughts about Mr. Postman myself. Even tho he is socially awkward, Victor is not scared to step up if needed, since he is also kind-hearted. It may take a while to gain his trust, but when you have gained it, he's going to stay with you till the end, especially after the dead of the policeman - the past owner of Wick, also the person you may considered as Victor's past friend. I see him as the "ride-or-die" homie and can cause a stir if necessary.

Victor believes in the "sincerity carried by written words" (Character Release) and has always been mesmerized by the expressions of the recipients receiving the messages, the man is the type to write his crush love letters, or just letters in general. Carefully conveyed all of his thoughts about you, he writes his feeling down then sealed it nicely. Victor Granz may looks quite small (I believe he is 170cm?), but he sure has some strength and can knock an average person out.

This chad believes in letter, and if letters can not solve the problem, than his action shall speaks louder than those words.

For Eli, this might be a lil bit shocking (?), but according to his birthday letter in 2021, Eli a cautious man with abnormally high self-esteem. He also desires fame and fortune, due to his poor class in the society. Some may say that Eli came to the manor for money reason, but in fact, his finances problem only plays a part of it, the real reason he came to the manor is to repent of his sin - breaking a seer's oath. His 2021 birthday letter also stated that he is "a so-called "seer" who knows nothing", so I picture him as some one who looks nice and polite outside, but is actually pretty arrogant inside. It is confirmed that he is 21, and since 21 is still a young adult, I couldn't really see him having that wise and nice aura people usually think of.

Eli, growing up with the ability to forseen the future, is used to avoiding annoying people, and of course he's going to take a small pride in it. Even though Eli appears as a nice and understanding man, he actually is short-tempered and sometimes has a passive agressive reaction towards some situations. You cannot tell me that this man doesn't suffering from stress.

But, since his first step into this place, Eli has matured, by all means. I'm not going to erase Gertrude here since she is one of the reason for Eli's development. According to his 2020 birthday letter, it seems like he has learn to accept god's will, even tho the next year letter showed that he's still struggling to make it out, turned out his effort is the cause of his "demise". This is interesting, if you look at this piece of info in a “x reader” kind of way, Eli is just like a flower that’s still blooming, and by having a crush, the seer will be more mature day by day to be the best version of himself. Now, if you notice, Eli with a crush definitely get better quicker than a seer without one.

Eli is not a social butterfly, I see him as an ambivert who only speak to people when it is necessary. He is also not fond of cursing other out, but he will definitely raises his voice, this man's ability revolves around gaining rage, how can he be a soft boy?

Now, let's get to the lovey dovey part.

I assume that if Victor and Eli both falling for the same time, then Victor will be the first one to make a move, since he doesn't have a fiancée back home.

Eli, in the other hand, know that he has fallen for you sooner than the Postman, but it will take him sometime to actually do something. He has a fiancée back home, and as a loyal faithful man, he will feel extremely guilty if he actually catches feeling for someone. Please give this man some times to make up his mind.

When Eli has finally made up his mind, then everyday is going to be interesting for you. Every time you got matched with those two, you got yourself two bodyguards who silently panicked if the hunter is near you. Owls, letters get sent perfectly, and they help you a lot if you are kiting/decoding/rescuing. They go all the way to support you, sometimes even sacrifice themselves for you. If they can, they wouldn’t let you do the rescue or contain the hunter, they’d rather did that, even if you are a rescuer or a container. They will do absolutely anything for you in their abilities, but of course, not throwing matches away.

Eli and Victor, both are not the type to fall in love at first sight. To win those two’s heart, you will have to start at friend and then moving forward. Maybe being good at interact with animals will help you a lot in gaining their attraction. They fall on the quiet side of the survivors, tho Eli is pretty good at small talk and Victor just doesn’t find speaking intriguing to him.

Eli, who is more socially active than Victor, will try to court you in a traditional way. Open the door for you, pulling seats, small compliment that will get you through the day,... Now, that’s his way to go. But since he has to rely on his owl to see things, Eli sometimes messes up for a bit, but that just add more to his charm, I guess? A bit of wise combine with the youthful, pretty arrogant spirit, a new breeze.

Definitely use his vision to impress you, like pulling you away from tripping yourself, predicting hunter’s movement in the match or just, predicting in general. Small flexing, acts of service and small talks. Eli is a great person to talk to if you want to have a piece of advice, to rant to or just a company in general.

He defintely treats you higher than the other with his religious background. Of course not as much as worshipping you, but a lil bit higher. But if he notice that you feel uncomfortable with this, he will defo toned it down. This man sees his crush in the manor like the light at the end of the tunnel, so expect him to treat you with the most tender hands and words. You light up his day every single time, just seeing your smile makes him feels like he’s on cloud nine. Maybe a bit of stalking you with his owl, sometimes you will see Brook Rose sitting in your eyesight. The owl surprises you, but not in a creepy way of course.

Mr. Clark sometimes will let you pet with Brook Rose, and I highly recommend it because the feathers are really soft. The owl sometimes bring you little trinkets like flowers, or some nice shiny rocks.

Now, for Victor, this man is sure a quiet guy, so different from Eli, Victor will try to gain your love in a more subtle way (welll, Eli’s way is not that flashy to be honest). Will send you anonymous gifts and letters, put them in front of your room's door, and of course, nicely decorated. Your in-match letters will be a lil bit longer compare to others' letters with more thoughts in it. Support you the best he can, defintely try to pull off a detention rescue before.

A nice company to have, especially if you like to read or playing with small animals. I firmly believe that Victor is pretty good at choosing books and knows how to take care of small animals, Wick is a prime example of this. Probably fond of light-hearted stories, and since the day he has a crush on you, Victor has found a new joy in romance novel, he sincerely hope that one day, he will able to act out a scene from those sappy stories with you.

Mr. Grantz’s dog, Wick, loves you. This baby boy sometimes lingers at your feet a lil bit longer before going to back to his owner in matches. In you guys’ free time, Wick is usually found by Victor’s side or taking a nap beside your feet. This puppy likes to play fetch with you and Victor, and he unironically becomes Victor’s wingman. If he accidentally leads the hunter to you, both Wick and Victor will be panicking to the state that the poor postman will continuously apologizes. He's sure to see that accident as a grave mistake, not only he failed his teammate as a supporter, but also causing troubles for his one and only love.

The offical information said that Victor can do anything pretty well except for socialising, so if you need help in any aspects, he’ll sure lend you a hand. Victor is not really good at comforting tho, but he makes sure to hear your problem and calm you down. Candy you ask? Here you are. A blanket? Sure. Victor is quick on his feet, anything you ask for will be delivered to you in a blink of eye. Wick also stays by your side and comforta you his best the whole time.

Now, for the tension between those 2 man, I would say it’s not that bad. Even tho Eli is easier to be jealous, he’s a nice guy and won’t do anything bad to the postman. Victor will also try to set this as a fair play, too. Boths are pacifist, so rivaling in peace, I guess.

Now, who would you choose in the end?

Ily Nikolai you're our pookie wookie baby girl pls become real

it's a crime that nikolai isn't real smh smh

this is just not so unpopular opinion from me but i cant give a shit about bsd anymore tbh....... i'm getting bored at the current pace of the manga and the plot. i don't like the way the story is written right now. i do like their banters/yapping/messages/speeches about politics and war tho. i think it's an interesting read. but for a series that is full of fast-paced action, the manga is sure slow as hell. i feel like the monthly release schedule and pages for a chapter are dragging away the intensity and tension of the supposed action in the manga. one month is enough to forget the 'hype' yk?

as someone on reddit says: "my favourite thing about bsd are everything BUT the main manga" and i have never felt validated. while i don't follow the main manga on time or as hardcore, i still consider myself a fan. i think my favourite part of bsd is gaiden and nikolai. hell, i think i've been too fixated on nikolai that i am more interested in my fanon understanding of his character rather than what canon has shown us—not that they are ever enough

so yea, not really looking forward to further chapters that much. i don't even mind spoilers or anything. i see spoilers way before i read the chapter. i feel like the story goes downhill on recent chapters but i couldn't quite put a finger on it. but i can safely say, the next half of the DoA arc is really not doing it for me. there are good moments, yes, but they all passed by so quickly and somehow, i can see characters who have fallen (i.e. the 'dead') will return back alive and well and safe.

i still don't like how fyodor's ability is not actually having something to do with lethal touch. i genuinely think his 'actual' ability doesn't give Crime and Punishment its sense and grace in a way. i mean, nikolai's ability is The Overcoat and although i firmly believe his ability is not limited to clothes/coats, it's still shown that his cloak is a big part of his use of his ability.

and besides, lethal touch is threatening in its own way anyway... making fyodor to be an ageless immortal feels like taking away the humanization in him, if that makes sense? immortal who is pure evil? pfft haa classic villain in the marvel universe. an anemic human who has a deadly yet simple ability and managed to start wars around the world?

terrifying. intimidating. human.

MEOW

BSD Men and their Favourite Positions

A/N: OMG my first ever post on here ~ What better way to start off this blog than a little bit of smut with our favourite men? Cooked some of this up with a friend, I hope you enjoy! I ofc couldn’t fit every BSD character in here, depending if its what people want, I may do a part 2 dedicated to the Hunting Dogs, Mushitarō etc and maybe even a part 3 for various BSD women! So let me know if that’s something I should do next!

Warnings:, graphic descriptions of sex, mentions of kinks, 18+, minors dni

Reader is gender neutral with any genitalia !!

Including: Dazai, Atshushi, Kunikida, Ranpo, Fukuzawa, Chūya, Akutagawa, Tachihara, Francis Fitzgerald, Edgar Allen Poe, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Lovecraft, Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma, Ango

𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲

Dazai

I am not entirely sure what this position is called, but picture this: You are laying on your back, Dazai using his strong hands lifts you up by the waist, your legs are over his shoulders and he pulls you into him with a rough thrust. I feel like Dazai is stronger than he looks, so he uses his strength to his advantage, and he most certainly is rough with it. Expect him to man-handle you a lot, he has to have complete control over you - expect to ache the next day, along with some very pretty bruises where his fingers dug in. I’m sure this position has a name but my friend called it the ‘cervix/g spot destroyer 9000’ so we will go with that.

Atsushi

Our sweet Atsushi… oh yeah you are bent over doggy style, gnawing at your neck and shoulders as he pounds into you. He would probably cry a little, but only because he feels so good. Unlike Dazai, its not necessarily about control, but instincts for him. Being with you, he would absolutely go feral and his tiger senses just go crazy. He will have nothing on his mind except the thought of him pinning you down with his weight, cock buried deep inside and his mouth biting anywhere he can sink his teeth into.

Kunikida

I am absolutely biased and I will take liberty in saying that he would be quite partial to pinning you down into a mating press. It makes him feel in control, and of course that being in his ideals, will absolutely follow it to a tee. Its a position where you are able to get the best grunts out of him, as someone who isn’t super vocal (more huffing and panting), having him balls deep in you like this is sure to make him let out some involuntary moans. Also…it doesn’t matter what gender you are, he is getting you pregnant fr. Have you ever seen a man so fuck drunk? WELL YOU ARE ABOUT TO; he can only stay in control for so long until his senses overwrite everything. Not exactly his ideal, is it?

Ranpo

2 words…pillow princess. If you have a dick or a strap, he enjoys being pressed down into the bed, hips up and back arched whilst being hit from the back. He comes across as someone who would enjoy being with someone who could ‘outwit him’, and if that is you, he would willingly relinquish the control he feels that he has over people …to you. I personally believe he is a switch, but his favourite position? Any position where you fuck his brains out completely. Bonus points if you reach around and jerk him off at the same time, you will turn him into a moaning and whining mess.

Fukuzawa

As someone who comes across as traditional, I feel like missionary would be his most preferred position. Its comfortable, can be as slow or as fast as he (and you) feels - but what he likes the most is being able to see your face, the way it looks as you take him in and when you cum. If he isn’t looking at your eyes as he thrusts, he is most certainly resting his face in the nook of your neck, kissing your sensitive skin - you don’t complain, as someone who probably isn’t so vocal during sex, this is the best position to hear his low moans and praises on his lips as he comes undone. It’s also a very versatile position because he can be slow and romantic, full of love and praise, or after a stressful day, he can harshly rut into you with rough fingers digging into your hips.

𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚

Chūya

Never tell him that you’re a throat goat because he will go absolutely crazy. I mean CRAZY. He will have you laying on a table or a bed/couch if they are tall enough, your head hanging off the edge and your mouth open, taking him in completely. In this position he is able to fuck your throat mercilessly, noticing the bulge in your neck where his cock is buried; seeing it just inflates his ego and will jerk himself off using your throat for extra pressure/friction. If his hand isn’t around your neck, he will absolutely have one hand on your cock/cunt, playing with it for your own pleasure as he feels himself cumming down your throat.

Akutugawa

Also a missionary king, now it may seem ooc of him, but I feel like he would let his guard down with his significant other; like its a side only you get the privilege in seeing. Like he may have this tough exterior, but secretly he just wants to be held. So as much as he can be rough, he relishes in your warmth, your arms around him and pulling him into a hug; it makes him feel safe and secure. If your arms aren’t enveloping him, he will hold your hand, squeezing it as he enters you and when he cums. - Oh he definitely has a thing for holding your hand. Big meanie who is actually a softie!

Tachihara

The man relishes the thought and the feeling of having you sit on his face. You may feel like you are the one in control, but thats far from the truth. His grip is hard on your hips, pulling you further down onto his face, almost worryingly so; but don’t worry, the man knows what he’s doing. If he’s going to die by giving oral then that is a good way to die 🫡 Master tongue for real, like he prides himself. I BET he is the type of guy who gives his tongue a ‘work out’ just so he builds his durability for this very thing!! He won’t even think about cumming first without you cumming from his tongue; on second thought, he might even cum from eating you out alone, he just gets so in the moment…I better stop.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝

Francis Fitzgerald

Whew, okay this man wants you pinned against something, no matter the position; on his desk, against a wall, if its a hard surface, he wants you there. But in terms of favourite I would say against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist, strong hands gripping and supporting your ass as he plunges deep and hard into you. It would definitely be an ego thing for him, being able to support you and also wreck your shit at the same time. Please do praise him, as his already mentioned ego will inflate and I just know he would fuck you better with each compliment. Expect a very bruised back and aching legs after, he doesn’t intend on taking it easy with you.

Edgar Allen Poe

As hopeless romantic like myself, I feel like he would want to be as close to you as possible with also being able to see your face. As strange as it may sound, but Poe enjoys having you in the lotus position - this way, he is able to feel your entire body grind into him so lovingly. The both of you would sit on his bed, your legs crossed around each other and his cock buried warmly inside of you, here he feels safe and content (you just know he is whimpering into your ear). Its also a good position for you to take more control, I just know ya man is a sub at heart, so do please tell him that he’s a good boy and how much you love his voice, because it will only egg him on to be louder.

Nathaniel Hawthorne

As a man of god, you will probably (definitely) be married to him to get anywhere near him sexually. But when you are married, rest assured that he will want to ravish you. He comes across as someone who has a lot of repressed sexual feelings, therefore he’d want a position that can demonstrate his absolute DESIRE. Because I am feeling generous, I would say either the mating press or cow girl. The mating press for…obvious reasons… his big strong body holding you down with a distinct goal in mind? Oh yes. I would also say the cowgirl, mainly because he would enjoy seeing you come undone on his cock, pulling you down either by your hips or your arms, balls bouncing against your ass…that man has seen god and its you.

Lovecraft

This is a tricky one, I don’t think he would necessarily have a favourite position for his own pleasure, but he would probably take gratification in your pleasure. YOU KNOW he would put those tentacles to good use if you ask him. With this in mind, I picture you asking him to “fill your holes”, which he does, and makes sure to do it where he has full view of the show. If you want his cock specifically, he will have several tentacles wrap themselves around your torso, one forcing your head down, the others keeping your thighs apart and hips up for him to enter you from behind - so in short I suppose his favourite position with you would be doggy !

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝

Fyodor

Thigh fucking, 100%. Something that doesn’t actually involve penetrative sex because of the whole,,,religion thing. Unless you were married, there will be no sex; aside from the loop holes. You are on your back, wearing the fanciest of underwear as Fyodor lifts up and presses your legs together, poking his hard cock through your soft flesh and thrusts. He will curse you out, call you a little temptress or seducer…when he cums it’ll never be inside, not that he hasn’t thought about it, he has. Each time you would do it he would get closer and closer to giving in. “You tempt me…” he’d whisper, there are very few people who could get him to question his faith, his morals…but you…you really are a little charmer, aren’t you?

Nikolai

I had a hard time deciding with Nikolai, but I honestly believe that he would be super into 69-ing. He would probably enjoy the fact that its the ‘sex’ number and make numerous jokes about it outside the bedroom. But INSIDE the bedroom is another matter. He would most likely prefer to be on top, it means that he has more power over you (and that you can’t escape him, not that you’d want to). He would be kind of sadistic too, pressing his cock further and further into your mouth, enjoying hearing the little gags and chokes as he essentially keeps you prisoner under his weight; he would never endanger you but…there is always an element of danger with him.

Sigma

Spooning, its something so intimate and personal to him, both fucking you and hugging you. He gives me the vibe that he just wants to be close to you, he’s clingy and a little possessive, so holding you in this position is heaven to him. You are laying on your side, one leg hooked over his arm, lifting it up so that he has the perfect angle to plunge deep into you. He is so loving when he does this, to him you might as well be made of glass. Expect a thousand kisses along your back and shoulder blades, a few little bites but not too rough, but enough to mark you. Sigma is also a whimperer and whiner, very vocal with it too (possibly even a crier if over-stimulated)

𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚(𝐬)

Ango

Another very subby kinda guy, though definitely a switch in my mind, but I can elaborate in another post tee hee. I want to say his favourite is having you suck his cock. LIKE ofc he enjoys sex, but his favourite thing is seeing you servicing him on your knees, between his legs and swallowing every inch. He’s veryyyy sensitive on his tip, so even delicately kissing it before sucking him in will put him immediately on edge. He may try to establish dominance at first, but rest assured that will not last long. He will find it hard to compose himself, especially if you take every bit of him in your throat. His glasses will fog up, his face red and his fingers fumbling with your hair; awh look at him, you got him all flustered. Another man who whimpers, maybe even cry, but boy he sounds angelic whilst doing so.

A/N: ahhhh okay done!! I hope you enjoyed, I know I did. I fear that there are a few headcanons I’ve made and will have to elaborate on in the future. Like I am so going to dive into the Fyodor thigh fucking headcanon….lord have mercy I’m bout to bust. Alroighhtttt, till next time 🌸

The sillies

General dating HC's with the PJSK boys!

《◇ AKITO ◇》

♡-> he teases you like, a lot 😦 expect him to attack you from behind when you're not expecting it

♡-> even if he does tease you, he gets flustered super easily. Hug him or compliment him once and he turns beet red

♡-> loves competing with you for stupid stuff. Who can give the other the best gift is something thats done a lot

♡-> tbh hes a big idiot when it comes to love- it probably takes him a while to actually realize he likes you

《♤ RUI ♤》

♡-> he's so used to being treated like a weirdo so having a s/o in his life like you makes him really happy

♡-> he gifts you his inventions for special occasions (ex. your birthday or Christmas)

♡-> he prolly is scared of being rejected :< you have to confess to him first or else this scrunkly will be pining for ages

《♡ TOYA ♡》

♡-> he is really blunt 💀 will not beat around the bush while confessing "y/n, I have feelings for you"

♡-> he plays the piano and violin for you sometimes (and if you play an instrument, sometimes you guys do duets)

♡-> goes over to your house when he's had a rough day with his dad and you guys just cuddle and cheer each other up

《☆ TSUKASA ☆》

♡-> he's literally so oblivious to everything- drop the most obvious hint and he won't know 💀

♡-> when you guys do start dating though, he shows you off like a trophy. "Yup, this is my y/n! They're amazing, I know!"

♡-> free tickets to his shows?!?! He attempts to do better in shows that you're watching

♡-> he calls you "my star" a lot, but I'm sure he has a whole arsenal of pet names for you

Listen (IDV Victor Grantz)

“Why are you even considered a rescue?” Her harsh words made you flinch as your body slowly felt sluggish. Not only were you tired from the recent match, you were also slowly being drained by the argument that you were currently having with your fellow survivor.

It was quite understandable really. The match was exhausting, especially since your team was up against the Photographer. The constant redoing of the cipher, the constant healing, the constant hiding you had to go through was excruciating. As a rescue, you were tasked to look out for your team, to be there when they were captured.

Keep reading

― interlude

norton campbell x you he finds you crying in your room out of anxiety

(this was requested here)

As you slip out of the manor’s ballroom, the sound of lively conversation follows behind you. Voices blend together the further you go, dulled by the winding hallways, and soon you can’t tell them apart anymore. Once in a while a hearty laugh will ring out, shrill and distinct above the rest—a laugh you can usually identify as Demi’s, her self-restraint long lost to copious glasses of wine.

By the time you reach your room upstairs, the chatter is still thrumming through the floorboards. That rhythm is all you can focus on: the pulse of the party, the drum of your heart. You shut your bedroom door behind you before sinking to the floor. All night you’ve felt like an anvil has been weighing down your spirit, and it’s finally snuffed out the last of your strength. With shaking fingers, you clutch your mouth and choke out a staggered gasp, no longer able to stifle your cries.

The manor’s walls are thin, you know that well. Maybe you should feel lucky that the party under your feet will drown out any noise you make. But you still feel the need to make yourself quiet as a ghost, afraid a single sound might hush the entire downstairs into curious silence. As if they’d be climbing over each other to press their ears against the ceiling, eager for a chance to hear the crying guest upstairs. But the party goes on, and your tears go unnoticed.

Time starts to blur in the dim confines of your room. You don’t care to count the minutes, but enough time passes that you rub your nose raw. Before long it starts to feel like you’re teetering on the edge of sleep: swaddled by the pitch-black room, with the neverending song of muffled laughter and clinking glasses as your lullaby. If you shut your eyes long enough, maybe you’ll really fall.

All of a sudden a foreign sound cuts through your haze. Heavy footsteps, like that of a pair of boots. As they drag down the hall your ears prick up, the entirety of your body freezing over. They trudge along slowly, then stop in front of your door.

It’s Norton. He doesn’t announce himself, but he doesn’t have to. You know it’s Norton from his weary gait and the faint whistle in his breath. He pushes open your door without bothering to knock first. It’s clear he’s not expecting anyone to be on the other side of it, because he loudly clicks his tongue when it jams into you, and keeps trying to force it. The wood thuds against your back a few times before he releases the knob with a scoff.

“It’s me,” he says, striking the door twice with the flat of his hand. “Move whatever’s blocking the door.” His knocks feel urgent, but careful. Even when pressed flush against the wood, you don’t feel the jolt of his usual aggression. Still, your eyes squeeze shut. There’s no strength left in you to muster an answer.

Norton himself isn’t what concerns you. It’s having to show him the state you’re in. He’ll have nothing sensitive to say about it, and you’re not in the right mind to brave through that callous indifference of his. Honestly, the thought of addressing anything feels utterly impossible. You’ve been holding your breath ever since his footsteps came trudging down the hall, wishing you could just disappear.

“(Y/N),” he presses.

I’m sorry, you think.

There’s nothing you can offer him that he wouldn’t be able to find at the party. It doesn’t matter what he wants or if you let him in—your answer won’t change from a mortified I can’t help right now, sorry I’m so useless. At least staying in here eliminates the need to say it to his face. He’ll get the memo eventually.

. . .

. . . .

. . . . . .

When you’re certain he’s not fussing with the door anymore, you lean back into it, waiting for the click! of its close. Then you exhale, shallow, shaky, but quiet still. The fresh air tastes sweet in your lungs. It’s your own fault for holding your breath so long, but you’ve never been kind to yourself, especially not in moments like these.

You decide to wait a few seconds before locking it. Every sound you make is another tick on the time bomb, after all. Counting down to what exactly, you wouldn’t know; that’s a detail you’d rather not uncover.

Right when you’ve decided enough time has passed and you fumble for the lock, the door bursts open again. The force catches you off guard, practically sweeping you across the floor, and Norton strides in before you have the chance to push him out again. His eyes lock on you, shadowed by the dark of your room.

It’s an odd, silent reunion. You almost feel like you’re in trouble for something. He doesn’t even greet you before he tears his gaze away, peeking around your bed and bookshelf. Perhaps he thought you’d snuck off with someone.

“N-No one else is in here,” you croak.

“Where are the matches?” he asks, brushing off whatever you were insinuating.

He digs around your drawer until he finds a matchbox, then lights your bedside candle. From your spot curled into your knees, you gaze at his large figure, backlit by the candlelight. You’re still not sure what he came in here for. Though Norton isn’t exactly known for his transparency, not even with you. While he’s occupied at your nightstand, you try to wipe the puffiness from your eyes. It still doesn’t stop the next wave of tears from welling up.

“I’m sorry…” you murmur. He glances over his shoulder, waving out the match.

“For what?”

For crying. For leaving. For shutting him out. But with your words failing you, all you can do is shake your head — ‘forget it’ — and nuzzle deeper into your knees. It’s embarrassing to be the only one who’s ever crying between you two. Norton closes off his heart so stubbornly that you can’t even imagine a tear in his eye. You’re sorry for that, too. For burdening him and not extending the same care in return.

He doesn’t say anything for a while. Stillness overtakes the room — with him standing by your bed, watching you; with you buried into yourself, soft sniffles leaking through. Finally you hear him approach. He crouches in front of you, bringing the candlestick holder with him.

“Hey.” His tone of voice always has a biting edge to it, even when he’s trying to be gentle. He takes your hands, guiding them away from your bloodshot eyes. “Stop crying.”

I’m trying.

“Why didn’t you come get me?”

You shake your head again. “I’m okay,” you insist between snivels. “You didn’t have to come up.”

What use is there in saying that? One look at you gives the truth away. Norton would never take the bait that easily. He reaches a hand for your cheek, wetting his thumb as a stray tear falls.

“You’re a lousy liar,” he says. His hand is warm. Rough, but warm. It tempts you to lean into it, to rest in its gentle hold for a little while. But even with him wide open in front of you, your lingering guilt anchors you in place. You meet his brown eyes, the flickering candlelight reflected within them. Come here, they say. You’re sure you’re just imagining it.

Seeming to sense your hesitation, Norton makes the decision for you. He scoops you up effortlessly, and as you’re raised into his arms another rush of tears floods through you. At the same time, the heaviness you felt before begins to lift. It’s as if you’ve finally been given permission to cry, no longer weighed down by the shame you felt previously. Or maybe you’re just too relieved to care about that now. You wrap your arms tightly around his shoulders.

“You never have to ask,” he murmurs to you. It’s a reminder you’ve ignored too many times before. He lays you gently on your bed, and you refuse to unhook your arms from around him. He slots himself beside you. You think you mumble out a reply, but you can’t remember what it was before the cloak of sleep comes over you.

Something that I noticed is just how touchy Alastor is, despite the fact that he himself does not like it when other invade his perosnal space.

But when it comes to you, nothing is off the table.

You do not understand what the Radio Demon sees in you. You joined Charlie in her quest out of the pure desire to help out a friend and maybe, just maybe, make things right. You were in Hell for a reason and Charlie had a just cause - there was no reason for Heaven to turn down her proposal.

And Alastor did say that the only reason he was even bothering with you plebs was because of his own sheer boredom. And in no time, you became his abolute favorite plaything.

He was a strange mix of both polite and condescending, understanding but cruel. He always made a show out of messing with you - be it some snarky comment, a lingering touch which lasted for too long for comfort. He never touched you inappropriately, no, but his mere presence made you feel week in the knees. Whenever he would whisper wild horrors in your ears, it always set you on edge.

This demon could tear you down at any given moment. He could kill you, obliterate your pathetic little soul. You were weak and powerless. That was one of the many reasons why Alastor liked you so damn much.