With that out of the way, hello! This will be more of a silly request. So please feel free to delete it.
Could you please write something where the reader goes on the Excalibur adventure, finds out Excalibur is lame (like everyone does), but Excalibur won't leave the reader alone. That is until Excalibur and the reader come to a deal, that if they have a tea party together Excalibur will leave the reader alone.
Again no x reader, this would just be platonic or something
The Tales of Excalibur, P.S the B Minus Was NOT Worth It
word count; 2,000
You slumped over your chair, all but pleading with Kid at this point.
"Kid PLEASE you don't understand he's driving me insane. I went to shower this morning and found Excalibur in there with a rubber duck!! I can't take it anymore!!"
"I'm sorry Y/n but as I told you before I do not know how to fully be-rid of Excalibur. After we encountered him in the cave we merely put the sword back in the stone. You have tried that, yes?"
"Oh my gosh putting the sword in the stone back in the stone??" You gasped and made a lazy gesture with you arm. "Why didn't I think of that?? OF COURSE I tried that. But it clearly didn't work or else I wouldn't have to buy new shower gel and be cleaning up after a bubble bath!!"
You groaned as you heard a familiar tune headed towards you from outside. You buried your head in your arms, trying to drown out the noise. How did you even get here? What had you done to deserve this?
You entered the cave of Excalibur, attempting to squeeze the water out from your pants. You approached the stone in the center as it seemed to be surrounded by a sheath of pure light.
You inhaled, sighing slowly to steady yourself. You reached forward, grasping the handle of the sword. Wrapping both hands around the handle you tugged, arms straining.
With slight recoil the sword slowly pulled itself out of the stone. You squinted as pure light filled your senses. You felt a force push you as you fell to the ground, staring in awe as a figure began to emerge from the beams.
As you open your eyes the sight is...underwhelming, to say the least. The Holy Excalibur you had heard so much about couldn't be taller than three feet. Lanky, all white with black beady eyes resembling a plush toy. And the cane and top hat? It just looked plain foolish.
You begin to extend your hand, "Are you the Holy Sword Excalibur? I'm a student at DWMA and I was hoping to-"
"Fool!" Excalibur interrupts. "Who else other than the Holy Sword Excalibur could appear to you in a shroud of light? Now tell me why you are here, fame, wealth, power? Something surely only I can assist you with."
You reached for your bag. "Actually I just wanted to interview you for a class!" You pulled out a notebook and your favorite pen. "We're researching ancient meisters and all the books in the library were rented out."
Excalibur froze, somewhere in the distant you heard a breeze whistle by despite the lack of a draft for a cave.
You pondered possibly shaking him before Excalibur thrust his arm forward in a dramatic pose. "Fool!"
Excalibur turned to you, leaning forward on his cane. "Very well I shall tell you the tale of the Holy Sword Excalibur! It began on a Wednesday. Or maybe a Thursday? Sunday sounds heroic but I can't be certain it wasn't a Saturday. Perhaps Monday? But Friday sounds so much better..."
For three hours straight you were sat listening to tales that made no sense. People that never became important, and the singing, oh my death the singing...you couldn't take it anymore.
So once you had gotten all the information you needed (or lack there of) you decided to leave. Excalibur tried to sway you into staying, promising fame, power, glory and riches. But the one thing he couldn't promise you was an A on your paper which was really all you needed at the time.
You had thought that would be the end of it, a boring afternoon and a mediocre paper you would have to beg Sid to take pity on you for. You never knew how wrong you could be.
The next morning you woke up to the sound of your alarm. You padded down the hall to your apartment and flicked the light on in the bathroom. Grabbing your toothbrush you plopped a glob of toothpaste on and checked the state of last night's pimple patch in the mirror.
As you reached for a tube at the edge of the counter you noticed your shower curtain move out of the corner of your eye. You put your toothbrush down and turned around and...you shut your eyes and shook your head.
You sighed and slowly peeled your eyes open, after all you surely couldn't have seen what you thought you saw. Oh how wrong you were for the second time.
Your shower curtain was indeed moving. And after pulling it back you discovered Excalibur was not only in your bathroom, no. He was taking a bubble bath with a rubber duck you didn't even own.
You screamed like a banshee, swatting at air. Shock, denial, anger, bargaining, depression, testing and acceptance don't even begin to explain away the flashes of emotion going through you in that moment.
This was the beginning of the most bizarre day of your life.
Wherever you went, Excalibur was some how around the corner. Trying to turn in your paper to Sid? Excalibur was snatching it from your hands and pointing out the inaccuracies of it, somehow getting his hands on a red marker to scribble corrections.
The worst part was the corrections weren't even right.
You had tried everything to get rid of Excalibur. Simply asking him to leave obviously didn't work. First, you asked Hero how he managed to get Excalibur to leave him alone. But Hero's repulsion to constant sneezing unfortunately wouldn't work for the current situation. So after forcing Hero to endure another one of Excalibur's songs with you he recommended that you see if you can just force Excalibur to leave.
So you went to Lord Death...except Lord Death was busy. So you sought out professor Stein, the second strongest of all the weapons and meisters at the academy. At the very least you figured Stein would find Excalibur to be an interesting test subject to dissect. But alas, the mad scientist with little whim to do anything that didn't please him turned out to be less than helpful. Not only did he essentially tell you that it was your problem to fix, but he struck up a conversation with Excalibur on extinct species he "wished he could have experimented on."
Slowly but surely you went meister to meister seeing if anyone had any idea of what to do. Maka and Soul had no idea how to handle Excalibur, Liz and Patty were grossed out by Excalibur, Ox and Harvard were about as helpful as they usually were, even Kim and Jackie were unwilling to help you out after their last encounters with Excalibur.
So you were on your own, wandering around the school aimlessly for solutions that seemed to be evading you. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose, ready to give up for the time being when you heard a pair of familiar voices.
"Look!! The funny thing with the hat is back!!"
"Why is it so short? It looks silly."
You looked up to see the twins Fire and Thunder running towards you with a speed you didn't know was possible for kids their age. Excalibur, seemingly not amused by the elementary schools chasing after him, disappeared behind a corner before the twins could reach the two of you. You let out a breathy laugh, half relief and half exhaustion.
The twins stopped at your feet, looking up at you confused and dissapointed.
"Where did the funny hat thing go?" Fire pouted.
"Yeah, I was gonna fix his hair." Thunder frowned.
You fought back a smile, not wanting to poke fun at what is likely to them a serious disappointment. "The funny hat man is looking for something right now and I'm trying to help him figure out what."
The twins nodded, seemingly taking in the new information given to them and greatly considering it.
"Fire! Thunder! How many times have I told you two not to run off? We've got to be at the training grounds soon."
You turned to see Kilik walking towards you, hands in his pockets relaxed. He stopped a few paces before you, reach up to scratch the back of his neck. "Sorry about them, I heard Excalibur's been following you around, he gone for now?"
"I think so, thank Death. Must've not been in the mood for a makeover." You slumped against the wall. "You wouldn't happen to know how to get rid of him would you? Could you fight him again and make him leave?"
Kilik chuckled, "you remember the last time anyone tried to take on Excalibur? Didn't go well, and he had Hero as a meister of all people."
You shrugged, "worth a shot."
Kilik crossed his arms, leaning against the wall next to you. "But I think Excalibur left Hero alone because he stopped doing what he wanted. Do you know what exactly Excalibur wants."
You furrowed your brows, thinking quickly. "No, I don't think so. I just found him in my bathroom this morning and he's been following me around ever since.
Kilik hummed, "well maybe you should just ask Excalibur what he wants. I mean there isn't much to lose in trying." A short buzz sound came from Kilik's phone. "Shoot, I'm sorry we've gotta go. Thunder, Fire, it's time to head out."
"No worries, thanks for the tip!" You waved as the three began to walk away, not before both Fire and Thunder gave you hi-fives.
Kilik waved back. "No problem, good luck by the way. If you still need someone to fight Excalibur later we can give it another shot."
You stood back up from the wall with a sudden new purpose. As if on cue Excalibur walked back out into the hallway, a cup of tea in his hands (to this day you don't where it came from.)
Excalibur took a breath, extending his cane as if he were to break out into song again.
"What do I have to do for you to leave me alone," you deadpanned.
Excalibur stared at you for a moment before pointing his cane into the ground. "FOOL! Allow me to think."
"Oka-"
"Fool! I require a party."
Your eye twitched. "You have got to be kidd-"
"A tea party! It will be the talk of the globe for decades to come!"
"I have a couple of Lipton teabags, uncrustables and matching mugs."
"...I suppose that will do."
And with that you were met with yet another strange scenario: a tea party with the Holy Sword Excalibur.
It wasn't anything fancy by any means, just as you'd promised. You sat on a blanket on a hill by the back of the DWMA. You watched Excalibur stare at his teacup with the same blank expression he gives anything. However you could absolutely feel the animosity Excalibur had for the sad little pathetic limp Lipton tea bag in its light blue mug.
The nicest thing about this odd little tea party was probably the view, acres upon acres of lush trees, flowers and a gentle breeze picking up the scent of spring and morning dew.
You took another bite out of your uncrustable. "You want anymore tea?" You teased Excalibur, dangling another tea bag.
Excalibur put his mug on the ground, beginning to stand up. "I believe that will be quite alright. Thank you for your...hospitality but I must be off. The legendary tales of Excalibur must continue!"
You nodded, shocked that not once had you been corrected on your posture or your failure to stick out your pink when holding your mug.
Once Excalibur was out of sight your phone buzzed with a notification. Your screen glowed as you opened your grade book to see that Sid had just graded your paper. You had gotten a B minus...
May I have more Crona x fem reader? 🥺 Maybe reader saw Crona trying to give themselves a haircut and helps them out? (Fluff with a bit of cute kissing scenes?)
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The Haircut Incident
Crona x Reader
word count: 949
You walked down the hallwasy of the DWMA, tile echoing beneath your feet. Somehow even indoors the chill of winter managed to rile goosebumps from your skin. You hugged your jacket to your body, turning around a corner. your hand grazed the railing of the stairs as you headed towards the dungeon.
Finally, you made your way down the twisted halls of the DWMA dungeon. At the end of the hall you paused, adjusting your bag on your shoulder and knocked on the door to your right.
Hearing a feint "come in" you twisted the knob, entering the room.
"Hi Crona!" you chirped. "I thought I stop by since I didn't see you in class today. Is everything okay?."
You closed the door behind you, setting your bag down on the ground. Crona turned to face you, giving you a small smile. They brought their hand to their forehead, messing with their hair.
"O-Oh. Y/n I wasn't expecting you today. I'm sorry if I made you worry...I just um...wasn't feeling good?"
You frowned, "oh baby I'm sorry, if you weren't feeling good you could've told me sooner. C'mere, let me see if you have a fever." You raised your hand to feel Crona's forehead.
"NO!" They flinched back, hand on their forehead. "I-I mean you shouldn't come near me! You could get sick!"
You drew back your hand, shocked. "Crona honey is everything okay? If something's really bothering you we should go to the nurse."
Crona mumbled something quitely, shuffling away from you, arms around their knees.
You moved, loosely huging Crona from behind, smoothing circles on their shoulders. "C'mon honey, you know you can tell me anything"
Crona shrugged, "it's really embarrassing."
You giggled, "Did you know Kid and Black Star had flowers sent to them by Excaliber today? I don't think anything can be more embarrassing as that."
"Besides," you move your hand down to take one of Crona's into your own. "I think pretty much everything you do is cute anyways so there's no need to be embarrassed."
Crona made a small sound similar to a squeal. They sighed leaning back against you. "I tried cutting my bangs today and it didn't turn out right. I didn't want you to see me."
You stifled a laugh, biting your lip to stop the grin from spreading. Crona groaned, "I don't think it's really that funny."
You cleared you throat, "sorry, if you needed help with your hair why didn't you just ask me?"
Crona paused for a moment, messing with your fingers in their hand. "I didn't want to bother you," they mumbled.
You rolled your eyes, leaning over to press a kiss to Crona's cheek. "Don't be silly. You could never bother me. Now, how about you let me fix your bangs and then we can watch that movie you were telling me about? I brought hot chocolate."
Crona nodded, opening the drawer in front of them and pulled out a small pair of scissors. You took them in one hand and nudges Crona towards the chair at their desk.
When they sat down you ran your fingers through their hair. Crona blushed, looked down at their hands balled into fists in their lap.
You tilted Crona's chin up so you continue assessing the damnage, or lack there of.
You smiled sweetly, "honey it's not even that bad. You just need to get a comb so you can make sure everything stays level." You took a section of hair in between two of your fingers. "Now hold still, unless you want micro bangs."
Crona's eyes went wide and body rigid. Very intent on not messing you up.
Slowly you made small trims to different sections of Crona's hair. Brushing it through with your fingers to make sure you didn't miss any spots. When you were done you tucked a longer piece behind Crona's ear, crouching down until you were both eye-level with each other.
You squinted your eyes, wiping a few stray pieces of hair from below Crona's eye. You grinned as their cheeks dusted with pink.
You placed a small kiss on their nose. "All done!" You placed another kiss on their cheek, "you look so..." You eyes fell to Crona's lips.
You moved your hand to slip under Crona's jaw, drawing their face closer to yours. Crona's eyes bulged, "Y-y/n? What are you doing?"
You furrowed your brows. "Just looking at you, you're so pretty you know."
"You really think so?" Crona whispered, question laced with disbelief.
You shook you head, leaning in to kiss a gentle kiss to Crona's lips. They quickly returned the favor, covering your hand their cheek. You eyes fluttered shut and you moved in synch with each other, neither wanting to be the one to let go first.
When you separated Crona followed you, frowning when you leaned back. You pressed a firm kiss to the top of their head. "Of course I do."
You stepped back, reaching for your phone in your pocket. Opening the camera app you flipped it to selfie mode and faced it towards Crona. "That's better isn't it?"
Crona nodded and you moved behind them to take a selfie of the two of you. You gushed looking at the pictures, a mixture of "wow this lighting it pretty good", "we look so cute" and can I send this to Maka?"
Crona just stared at you with a small smile, eyes shining. "Do you want to start the movie now dear?"
You nodded, reaching for the hot chocolate in your bag as Crona started to set up a pile of blankets on their bed. Ready for another full afternoon of you.
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Eeek! I've never written a full drabble for Crona before so I hope I got their characterization right!
I also actually checked the wiki and realized Crona doesn't inherently have a specified gender or pronouns so I went back and changed all past fics to they/them for Crona!
As usual this is all for now but I hope you enjoyed and thank you for the continuous support throughout my prolonged absence
--Melodrangea
word count; 2,250
character's included: Soul, Black Star, Tsubaki, Kid, Liz and Kilik
Soul "Eater" Evans
Soul waits for Valentine's day like a kid waits for Christmas
he's excited but trying not to seem like he's been working on this one night for MONTHS
with Soul, Valentines Day is a near full week affair
he builds it up slowly for suspense, love notes in your locker, small gifts slipped inside your bag, and a few days before the actual day he takes you shopping for a new outfit to wear to dinner
when Valentines arrives, Soul is surprisingly transparent with his plans, pick you up at 6, go to dinner with a jazz band he thinks you'll like and end the nice with a specialty dessert tasting menu at a small pâtisserie
what Soul DID choose to leave out however was the extent of elegance for the whole night
he's picking you up at 6? In a full suit in a fancy ass car he borrowed from Kid
he looks good, really good, with that familiar comfortable smirk and faint scent of dark wood and spice
and he's bringing you a small bouquet of glass roses in a mosaic vase
the dinner with a jazz band? a Michelin star restaurant with an apparently very famous jazz band that is friends with Soul's family
everything was incredible, the dim lighting, crisp white linene table clothes, even down to the polished dark oak menus
Soul as usual told you to get whatever you wanted, chuckling at the surprised look on your face
you were trying to decide between two entrees when you noticed the music stopped playing
you looked at Soul confused as he stood up and placed a kiss on your cheek, "I'll be right back"
you truly had no idea what he was up to until Soul sat at the grand piano "I wrote this one for you sweetheart, happy Valentines Day Y/n"
he'd written a song for you, gotten a family friend band to play just so he could play for you, not the restaurant or applause. you.
the melody was slow, sensual and sweet and when you closed your eyes it felt like how he looked at you
full of so many kinda of love that by the time it was over and he was taking your hand in his, you hadn't been able to put a word to all of them
Black Star
Black Star definitely sees Valentine's as a way to show off
a whole night where you're clinging to his arm, in awe of the amazing date he planned?
he considered the classic options: a movie, nice dinner, night in with a nice meal, flowers, chocolates
but none of them quite sounded exciting enough
now, Black Star did have enough common sense Tsubaki and Soul to know that you wouldn't enjoy cliff diving or anything life risking
so he settles in a way that's both packed with action, and something you would enjoy
he picks you up from your dorm at 6:08, late but not damningly late
he tells you to dress comfortable, whatever makes you happy
you open the door and he's waiting with a small bouquet of wild flowers, nothing special but you could tell from the fresh grass stains on his palms there was a reason he was late
you first go to a small restaurant nestled into a busy street
it's quaint and smells of home cooking, when you compliment it Black Star shrugs it off, saying Maka had mentioned it as being "peaceful" once
you had a short dinner filled with loud conversation and laughter, Black Star for once tries not to make a big deal of things as he pays the bill, looking offended when you offer him your card
once you step out of the restaurant Black Star grabs your hand, telling you your real surprise is nearby
after a short walk with the sun setting behind you, you end up at multi-stage escape room
it's cheesy theme for the night is all hearts, cupids and arrows
as much as Black Star tries to help it's mainly you that is flying through the escape room
occasionally he figures out a clue, in which you reward him with a kiss that makes the tips of his ears go bright red
by the end you manage to escape with two minutes on the clock and Black Star laughs "I, the great Black Star have conquered this challenge!!"
you laugh as he blushes "even if I didn't do most of it"
Tsubaki Nakatsukasa
this time you wanted to plan something for Tsubaki
she's always taking care of you and planning surprises that made you melt
so you were determined...it's time to return the favor!!
you told her to meet you after classes for her surprise
she was confused when you handed her a note that said "I have much knowledge but you will only discover it upon opening me. Find where I reside for your next clue"
surprise!! you had planned Tsubaki a scavenger hunt, complete with small gifts and trips down memory lane along the way
the clues first took you and Tsubaki to the library, where a special first edition copy of her favorite book, that took you WAY too long to find was waiting
then to her favorite cafe where you had her favorite dessert waiting
next to a greenhouse across town that had a hard-to-find orchid Tsubaki had been wanting (you also let her pick out a few more plants)
and finally the clues led back to Tsubaki's house where Black Star had helped (for once) stashed away a new dress for her to wear to dinner
you both got ready together, not rushed, just sitting back laughing and enjoying each other's company and sharing light touches
once you were ready to leave you had a car waiting outside (which Kid also let Tsubaki graciously borrow)
the restaurant was dimmed, featuring a ceiling mimicking the night sky
you smiled everytime you caught her looking up at the ceiling in wonder, snapping a picture of the pure joy on her face when she wasn't paying attention
it was at dinner where you gave her your final present, written on delicate flowery stationary and tied with a purple ribbon, a love letter you had been working on for a week, several drafts and pens later it conveyed every feeling and reason for loving her
and the tears in Tsubaki's eyes and smile on her face reminded you why you did
Death the Kid
SUCH a romantic
Kid would be the type to think beyond just an amazing night, to him Valentine's Day is a full day affair
you wake up to your alarm and open your phone to a text from Kid "Good morning my love, Happy Valentines Day. I am forever grateful that I get to spend this time with you and all of the time before and after. I will send a car to bring you to school today so let me know when you are ready ❤️"
you smiled, knowing Kid was definitely planning something elaborate again
every single class you went to that day had a different small gift waiting on your seat, your favorite candy, a new watch/bracelet, a small trinket for your desk and finally when you sat down next to Kid, a display of eternal roses
you were getting stares and glares from ever single individual at the DWMA by the way Kid was waxing poetry about you
it wasn't even to show off, as Kid insisted, Valentines is especially the day to let it be known everything you love about each other
(even though Kid didn't need an official reason to sing your praises)
later after you had gotten ready Kid came to pick you up, being oddly secretive about his plans
the two of you sat in comfortable silence, watching the passing roads succumb to the darkness of nighttime
when you stepped out of the car you looked around confused, standing in front of Kid's mansion
Kid took your hand, leading through the house, "just trust me my love"
he led you to the back of the house, moving behind you to cover his hands over your eyes, "just through these doors and...there...you can open your eyes."
beautiful. that was the only thought you could muster to the scene in front of you
Kid had had the entire back of the grounds decorated with fairy lights, tangled in marbles arches they provided a beautiful contrast to bushes and stems of your favorite flowers
in the center was a small tables with two table settings and long black and white candles illuminating the shining silver dishes
you beamed as Kid ushered you towards the table, explaining how he had curated the menu, the seating, the lighting, all of it connected to off-handed remarks you had made to him
after dinner he handed you a gift perfectly wrapped in brown paper and black ribbon
you opened it to a painting of a sunset
it was the beach where you had been the first to confess that you loved him
in the far point of the painting was the two of you, you were bent over looking for a seashell, with both of your hands intertwined
"I wanted the both of us to be able to remember that moment forever, no matter where life takes us, I never want to forget a single moment with you my dear."
Liz Thompson
Liz really wanted to plan something special
it was your first Valentine's Day together and you do so much for her that she wanted to return the favor
the plan was perfect: an early dinner at a restaurant she had made reservations for weeks ago and then a short walk to a small but scenic winter festival nearby
Liz had told you to wear something nice but comfortable, she arrived on time with a small gift bag in hand
she had brought you a small stuffed animal with the cheesy heart but it was your favorite animal and sprayed with Liz's perfume
you stepped outside and it was beautiful out, an unusually warm day where the sun heated your skin and a gentle breeze made it just cold enough for a light sweater
it was perfect until it wasn't...when the two of you got to the restaurant the hostess had someone lost your reservation and being Valentine's Day, it was fully booked
trying to salvage the day you suggested trying the new restaurant back towards campus that Liz had been wanting to try
the restaurant look amazing but also equally busy, Liz was expected either a wait or a flat out rejection when you went up to the hostess stand but they just smiled and gestured the two of you to a corner booth "party of two for y/n? your reservation is ready"
Liz was floored, you had a reservation this whole time??
"I knew you really wanted to try this place," you admitted. "So I might have called the other restaurant and cancelled your reservation. I'm sorry I lied, I just wanted to go somewhere you would enjoy."
Liz frowned and wrapped her arms around you "I can't believe you did that all for me. You're never going to let me spoil you are you?"
You grin and kiss Liz on the cheek, both of you following the hostess. "Nope!"
Kilik Rung
wished he took Valentines Day more seriously, but he just finds all of the time spent with you to be important so holidays aren't as big of a deal to him (except birthdays, those are special)
while what Kilik had planned may not exactly be extravagant, it's certainly meaningful
he after all is a silent fixer, anything he notices has been giving you grief, he tries to take care of without you noticing
for the sake of no one else being available he leaves the twins with Ox and prays nothing gets set on fire
he picks you up in a new button down with a bouquet of both roses and your favorite flower
you were still getting ready when he knocked so he took the time to trim your bouquet and put it in one of several vases from the flower's he'd gotten you in the past
when you were done getting ready he grinned, taking you in and reached for your hand. "You look beautiful baby, you ready to go?"
his surprise? a dance class that you had been hearing your friends rave about
you both danced like you had two left feet, it was messy and there were a lot of stepped on toes
but lord death did Kilik look good, swaying, laughing, making effortless funny jokes whispered between the two of you
he was the perfect gentlemen like he always is
and after a short time of thrill you came back to Kilik's now empty apartment
which he had decorated lightly with candles, a basket of your favorite snacks and other small gifts
and finally, dinner he had prepped earlier that Kilik began to finish as he suggested you to change into something comfortable
as Kilik finished dinner and changed quick you both settled down on the couch to continue watching the show the two of you had been slowly making progress on
you tucked yourself into his chest, making small comments either on the show or how good dinner was
and slowly, you began to fall asleep in each other's arms
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Hello my lovlies, it's apparent I've taken quite the substantial leave of absence. I don't want to deliver any false promises that I will be back and posting regularly, because I am indeed a very busy college student and tend to use this blog to regulate stress/free time
Thank you to those who have continued to support me despite my inactivity. I truly appreciate you all. I also recently have been wanting to undergo some slight aesthetic changes to my blog as well as how I tag posts (as I have been told that the way I used to before was highly inconsiderate). Once again I am in the end just one person with a hobby and am doing the best I can!!
So I hope you all enjoyed for now! I don't know when the next post is going to be but with summer up and coming I will hopefully have more time!
With love,
--Melodrangea
fanfiction is getting less interaction, people barely reblog anymore, role players are getting pushed out of fandom, ai generated slop winning art contests
Of course lovey!
I couldn't think of enough things to say for more head-cannons in the moment so I hope you enjoy a little drabble!
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Lazy Mornings
Justin Law x Reader
word count; 636
The morning was quiet as you slept. Early promises of a sunrise casting shadows through the drawn curtains. Your house was calm and still, none yet awake to disturb the silence.
You tossed and turned. Half of you still in your dreams and the other hyper aware of the weight shifting in your bed. You peeked through your eyelashes, exhaling with a huff.
Justin turned to you, putting down the earbuds he was connecting to his phone. He saw you awake and frowned, reaching over to stroke your cheek. "Good morning my love, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up."
You lazily smiled, leaning into his touch. "It's fine baby." You yawned, "are you heading out to train?"
Justin sat back down on the bed, mattress sinking in under the familiar weight. "Yes, just some light exercises before morning prayers."
You stretched, reaching for the covers. "I'll come with you then."
Justin smiled, shaking his head; The two of you have had the same ritual each Sunday morning since you started living together. Justin woke up to train, you inevitably woke up and went to join him. You fell back asleep wherever you were sat watching him train.
Sometimes you would fight back the sleepiness enough to start to pray with him; though most often you never made it that far. More often than not once Justin had finished with what he was doing he would walk back over to you, taking a moment to take in your sleepy form and all its beauty. And then he would gently pick you up, trying not to disturb you and put the two of you back to bed, getting a few more hours of sleep.
Occasionally Justin fell back asleep, other times he would stay awake, equally admiring you and continuing his prayers.
He gave you this same look now, full of nothing but the purest of love and fondness for you. He moved his hand down to your arm, ghosting over your frame and gently urging you to lay back down.
"I appreciate the thought my love but I'd rather you get some sleep. There's nothing interesting about watching me train."
You pouted, wanting to give a rebuttal but the warmth of your sheets was sounding a little too good. "Could you stay a little longer then?"
Justin furrowed his brow, the temptation to stay with you was very alluring but mornings were usually spent training. He made it a point when he was just starting out as a weapon to always train when he first awoke, a discipline he hadn't quit since becoming a death scythe.
You sensed his hesitancy. "When we wake back up you could train while I make breakfast? Maybe we could try walking that new hiking trail Marie and Azusa recommended?"
Justin pulled back the covers next to you, all of his previous resolve breaking. "Very well, I'm going to hold you to breakfast though."
You flopped over on top of Justin who was now fully settled back into bed. You rested your head on his chest, arms tangling themselves around his torso. You sighed content, "mhm, how does french toast sound?"
Justin wrapped his arms around you and placed a kiss on your head. "Sounds perfect."
You smiled, shutting your eyes again. You fell back asleep rather quickly as Justin had predicted, lulled back into the land of dreams by his steady heartbeat.
Justin stared at you for a short while, memorizing your features, the way your lashes fanned over your cheeks and they way your faced scrunched against his chest. He found himself grinning as the quiet but noticeable snore that came with every breath you exhaled.
And although he didn't plan on it, just this once, Justin allowed himself to be lulled back to sleep with you.
Hey hope you’re doing good, could you do head cannons on how the characters from soul eater tell people they’re with you. For example like they’re talking to someone and they ask the character about you and they’re like “oh that’s my bae” I don’t know. Hope you have a good day :)
Hello lovey, I apologize for this response taking so long but I have head-cannons that are very similar to this prompt!
I'll link it below:
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Hi, I was wondering if you could do a fluffy romance-y Soul Evans from Soul Eater x fem Reader, where, during a study session, another classmate leans a little too close while helping the Reader with her notes. While Soul is leaning back in his chair, he looks completely unfazed. He yawns, fiddles with his phone, acting “too cool to care.” But the second the guy leaves, Soul slides his chair right up against the Reader's, arm over the backrest, and mutters to her, “Don’t let guys like that bother you. You’ve already got me, y’know.”? You can fill in the rest or expand on it if you'd like, maybe jazz it up a little?
Nothing to Worry About
Soul x Reader
word count; 766
"...and that's how you solve for the angle." You finished drawing out the solution to the math problem in front of you.
You leaned back in your chair, trying to subtly hint to your classmate next to you that you had somewhere to be. He listened to you intently, nodding along with each step you wrote out. But when you answered one question, he had another, or something else would need to be explained.
It wouldn't have been a problem if he needed the genuine help. But the not so sly way he was insinuating you should 'hang out sometime' made it clear his intentions weren't entirely about geometry.
You looked back at Soul, sitting a few tables away from you on his phone. Sensing your eyes on him he looked up, eyebrows raising in the silent question"do you want me to handle it?"
You shook your head no, just rolling your eyes at how long the guy was drawing this out. Soul nodded, going back to doomscrolling. The two of you didn't technically have plans that gave you the excuse to leave. But still, you wanted to spend the afternoon with your boyfriend and not some random classmate that couldn't take a hint.
"Y/n....y/n?" Your classmate nudged you, sliding closer to your seat.
You sighed. "Hm? Sorry I guess I zoned out. Did you need help with anything else?"
"It's alright. You look pretty when you're zoned out so I don't mind. I was asking you if you were busy after this?"
You fought the urge to laugh. You turned back to look at Soul but he was focused on the white flashes across his screen.
"I'm actually going out after this. But if you need more help there are study sessions with Professor Marie after classes on Thursday." You reached for the notepad you were working on.
Your classmate reached across the table for the same notebook, his hand covering yours.
"I don't need help with geometry Y/n. I'm asking you out, on a date."
Your eyes widen. "Oh...I'm sorry, I had no idea you even liked me."
Soul snickered, when you shot him a glare he looked back down at his phone.
Your classmate cleared his throat, a small obvious blush on his face. "How could I not? You're one of the most beautiful girls in the class."
You crossed your arms, "thank you but...is that the only reason you like me?"
"No! No...of course not! There's so much more to you than just that!" He stuttered.
Your lips quirked into a small grin. "Then what else do you like about me?"
You could hear a pin drop the way you had your classmate sweating bullets.
"W-well you're really kind, and a strong fighter!" He smiled nervously. "I know we don't know each other very well but I think if we went out to dinner sometime we'd be really compatible!"
You shook your head. "Do you even know what my weapon class is?"
The guy's eyed widen, panic immediately settling in. "Umm...you're a demon-sword class right? No! You're a scythe! Yeah, you're a scythe, I've seen you practicing with your meister in class."
You're eyes narrowed. "I am a meister. I don't have a weapon form. Which you would know if you spent more time trying to remember more than 'she's hot' ".
"Y/n please, it isn't like that-"
"I'm not interested. I think you should leave. Please." You started to pack up your things.
"Fine, you really weren't that hot anyways," he scoffed, storming out of the room.
You looked back at Soul, barely making eye contact before bursting out into laughter. He stood up from his seat, sliding in next to you.
He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "Well that wasn't cool at all. Don't let guys like that bother you babe. I mean you've already got me and I'm pretty cool."
You grinned. "Not as cool as me though."
Soul chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Cool guys have cool girlfriends. But I do have to admit, you're a lot prettier than me doll."
"Hmm...I'm not sure about that." You turned, facing Soul. "From where I'm looking you're pretty handsome yourself."
Soul wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. You strung your arms around his neck leaning in. Soul closed the gap, pressing his lips to yours. When you parted his hand came up to caress your cheek.
"What do you say we blow this popsicle stand?"
"Sounds good to me."
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Wow I don't right for Soul very often, I hope I characterized it how you saw it lovey
Thank you for your support!
--Melodrangea
Can you please make stein as your boyfriend or what stein what react if you were his weapon
And tysmmmm
Stein x Weapon!Reader
word count; 929
being Stein's weapon means your relationship definitely started a lot differently than if you another meister or something different
you were originally assigned to Stein because frankly they had run out of options
most weapons had heard of Stein's reputation for disfiguration and did anything they could to steer clear of him
it's not like you exactly volunteered for the job either
but you'd figured there was no way that a meister of Stein's caliber could be as horrible as everyone made him seem
turns out he could be....and for a while he is
meeting Stein first the first time you found him rather off putting
he didn't make any efforts to be friendly despite yours
and although you soul wavelengths connected well due to his abilities, it wasn't without bickering
Stein did as he pleased, regardless of your input and skills
Stein liked to have full control on the situation, he didn't want anything from you other than your weapon form
and he worked you to the point of breaking several times
if it was to test you or torture you, it was hard to tell the difference
but against all odds you grinned and bared it
the training was making you stronger and although you and Stein didn't communicate very much you worked fairly well together
you tried your best to be friendly and try to engage in small talk
Stein wasn't much for talking but he would occasionally respond, telling smaller stories from his days at the DWMA, nothing ever too personal
until one day where you're injured
it's the first time you didn't listen to Stein; the witch you'd been fighting was getting the better of you both and Stein had left himself open for an attack
you transformed out of your weapon form and absorbed the blow
it was nothing major thankfully, bruising from impact and a paralytic effect
left stunned Stein was able to defeat the witch with his wavelength control
later while you were waiting off the paralysis in the hospital, Stein came to visit you
you were both apologetic and thankful although in a rush of emotions you didn't fully know what you were apologizing or thanking for
Stein shrugged, "It's nothing. Although the battle would have been significantly easier if you were fighting as well."
it was with that small comment that Stein's mask began to fade
his shoulders loosened and he slipped in a few jokes to your conversations here and there
and when you spoke you could feel his eyes intently on you, not just listening, but truly absorbing what you were saying
over long missions Stein started to share more personal stories, times he almost lost and times he was sure he was done for
there wasn't a specific pivotal moment where the sadistic meister fell in love with you
it was the process of becoming comfortable
dinner after a long mission, accompanying each other to galas and parties, longer training sessions than were truly needed
when he confesses it isn't very elaborate
you were both out at a party, and wandering around you found Stein outside on a balcony, just staring off into space
You approached him, two glasses of champagne in your hands. you offer him one of the glasses, "something on your mind?"
He accepted the glass, swirling the liquid around. "not necessarily, you know how these...functions tend to be."
You grinned, leaning your arms against the stone railing. "I know. I can't believe how beautiful it is out here, I haven't seen stars this bright in a long time."
Stein watched you stare up into the sky, eyes reflecting what he came to see as his entire world. All wrapped up in two shining irises.
He shifted closer to you, accidentally clinking your champagne glasses together. He stared up at the sky, speaking so softly it barely counted as a whisper. "I think I'm in love with you Y/N."
it wasn't necessarily romantic, but it was genuine and vulnerable, something that Stein had always struggled to be
with a weapon partner Stein would be similar in a relationship as he would be with a meister partner
he knows you're capable and especially working together so closely he'll never underestimate you
but with one slight change
he is fiercely and starkly more protective over you
maybe it's because you're his romantic partner and weapon partner
you're all his and he isn't going to let anything or anyone hurt you
he finds himself hesitating to take on more risky missions, maybe even suggesting at one point to take on another weapon partner now that the two of you are romantically involved
he didn't realize at first that this would hurt you; after all he just wants to keep you safe and doesn't wish to bring you into a situation where you can get hurt
but in all other regards he is just as loving, trusting, passionate and handsy as he would be with a meister or someone not even involved with the DWMA
ideally Stein would either fall for someone with no ties to the DWMA so he doesn't have to worry about them being harmed in a battle
or someone even stronger than he is (maybe a witch? who said that) so that he really doesn't have to worry about them getting hurt because you're a badass and can handle it
you two naturally spar against against each other often as well as honing your combined techniques
but it's hard to train when you're both in less than decent "athletic attire"...
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I hoped you enjoyed my lovies and thank you all so much from the bottom of my heart for all of the support <3
--Melodrangea
Literally what kind of education are the little six year olds Fire and Thunder getting at the Deapon Weapon Meister Academy. They're literally in the eighth grade with Kilik.
I figure they have their own packets of age-appropriate assignments to work on by themselves, but outside of resonance and combat training, what can be expected of them. There's no way they can keep up in gym class. They're six. Wtf are they doing here
Holy peak, I’m so happy someone still writes abt soul eater
Can you make hcs of soul trying to be more nicer and less mean to his significant other (which hurts his pride since he’s always been trying to look cool)
So it’s awkward but also cute, tyty
Insecurities
Soul x Reader
word count; 645
I really do not believe that Soul is ever mean to his significant other
he has too much respect for you and what you're capable of
plus he doesn't see the point in being cruel to the person that he's supposed to love and protect
however
I think because Soul constantly tries to maintain a 'cool guy' persona it can often manifest as not acting genuine
for example being jealous
now Soul does have faith in you and your relationship but he can get a lot more jealous than he lets slip
this will often lead to a lot of insecurities and pent up emotions that he will accidentally take out on you
Soul will also push down his own feeling because he thinks they make him look weak
but it tends to be obvious to you when Soul isn't doing well mentally and that's when you step in
you have to make it very clear that there is nothing weak about needing help or not being okay
that it takes strength to be able to confide in and trust someone
"I just want you to always be able to rely on me."
"I know I can rely on you. But Soul, you know you rely on me too, right?"
it takes a lot of late night talks and time before Soul finally starts to become comfortable expressing himself
and there might be a time where he lashes out at you and you two need to take a few days away from each other
but eventually he comes back, he's apologetic and practically groveling for your forgiveness
swearing he'll be better and he's try harder for you
and when he is finally able to open himself up to you is when your relationship soars
he's not only happier now that the weight on his shoulders is lighter but he starts to love louder
he slowly has less fear in showing the people close to him that he cares
because y'know what it is okay to kiss the homies goodnight
he expresses himself more often
and if anyone tries to make fun of him for it he'll just shrug
"Cool guys don't keep everything bottled up, we just go with the flow"
he becomes a lot more possessive and affectionate with you as well
now when someone tries to hit on you he'll tell them he's your boyfriend and to back off, and then continue on as normal with you as the guy walks away
his arm is always either around your shoulder or waist, occasionally a hand on the square of you back
if you two are in the same classes his hand is either on your thigh or holding yours
he'll greet you in the morning with either a light peck on you lips or your cheek
and best believe whenever the two of you are by yourselves, you're cuddled up in some way shape or form
also sharp teeth = love bites
you could be reading peacefully when suddenly you'll feel arms around your waist and a chomp on your shoulder
it doesn't matter how many times you scold him, it's a habit he's not breaking anytime soon
he likes you needing to cover up the marks by wearing his sweaters and hoodies
Soul as a result also becomes a lot more secure in himself
he does skincare nights with you, letting you push back his cuticles
he listens to your suggestions in expanding his wardrobe to choice he used to think weren't 'cool enough'
he'll read the 'girly' books/watch the shows you like and finds them far more enjoyable than the sports channel
he would be the type when you're both of age to drink a lemon drop martini with you instead of a 'manly beer'
he realizes that finding something enjoyable doesn't make him weak
HIII!!!! I was wondering if you could make a death the kid x reader where she draws him a lot and since she knows how he likes symmetry she paints him with full stripes of white on his hair but when she’s mad at him she only paints the stripes on one side of his head sorry if this is confusing I just really love your work and death the kid!
A Little Petty; Death the Kid x Reader
word count; 1,015
You grumbled to yourself as you scribbled harshly into your sketchbook. The paper underneath crinkled from the assault and you groaned, ripping the paper out from the book entirely. You tossed the semi-finished piece off the the side and started over.
Kid was really getting on your nerves with this sketch. He wanted something to show his designer for an upcoming gala the two of you were supposed to be attending. Kid knew exactly what he wanted as usual but insisted you, being his lovely girlfriend, were the only one qualified enough to draw it. Because if Kid had decided to draw it himself it would have taken months.
You thought it was sweet at first, Kid wanted to include you in what he wore and he did listen to all of your suggestions...at first. It was now three days before Kid needed the sketch and he was stressing more than you were. He hovered over you, questioning almost every stroke of your pencil. He asked if you wanted new paper, another pencil, if you should take a break. It was sweet but sort of suffocating.
So when you showed Kid what you thought to be the final sketch and he tried in his polite way to show it wasn't quite what he was looking for, you politely kicked him out.
Sitting in your studio finally by yourself you sighed. You opened the window, bathing in the sunlight and looked across Kid's estate. It really wasn't your studio per say, but Kid was more than happy to turn into an art space for you. Oil pastels, paints, easels, pallets, markers, really anything you could think of needing. Including a thin strand of twine going across the room that allowed you to clothespins your art pieces to hang/dry.
So you were currently surrounded by the exact face you were trying to escape. Some were quick sketches taken on days out while others were planned. Crisp clean lines capturing Kid's determination, his gentle smiling and, for his sanity, the three white lines in his hair in a perfect circle.
You knew how much his half stripes bothered him so you tended to draw the lines on both sides of his head.
Which brings you back to the sketch in front of you. The lines were slightly crisper than the last sketch and you begrudgingly took all of the critiques Kid had given you. With a few more flicks of your wrist you added the embellishments onto the suit jacket and some finer details into Kid's hair.
You looked down at your paper, ready to finish putting Kid's white streaks around his head, when suddenly you had a wickedly fun idea...
You sighed, shutting the door to the studio behind you. You walked towards Kid's room at the end of the hall where, are you expected he was at his desk.
When he heard you come in Kid turned his head, immediately walking over to you.
"Darling I'm sorry...about earlier. You've been helping me with something I should've have been doing myself and I've been unreasonable difficult about it."
You chuckled, kiss his cheek, and then the other. "It's alright. Besides, I think I finally got the sketch for your suit jacket to where you'll like it!"
"Already? You're incredible Y/n, that was quite fast. Do you mind if I take a look?"
You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek to hide from smiling.
Kid opened your sketchbook, flipping through some complete and incomplete sketches. When he got to the final page he paused, shocked expression frozen on his face.
You pointed to different parts of the sketch and elaborated them. "I added the floral patterns to the pockets of the suit jacket like you wanted and then I fixed the position and number of the buttons so it looks more natural. Obviously I can't capture exactly what it looks like but I think it will be more than enough for the designer to go off of!!"
Kid hesitated for a moment, attempting to figure how to address a certain issue delicately. "The suit jacket looks phenomenal my love, as does the rest of the outfit, but...well...."
"But what? Is that not how you imagine the design? Because I can come up with another design again," you dragged out the last word, reaching for the sketchbook in dramatic exasperation.
Kid shook his head. "No! I mean no, the design is just as I pictured it, the tailor will be well guided. It's just that...in your sketches you tend to draw the stripes in my hair on both the right and the left. But this time you only drew them on the left."
"Oh did I?" You open your eyes wide in 'shock'. "I must've been distracted trying to get the jacket perfect. I can try and fix your hair, but it might smudge the rest of the draw and I'd have to start all over again."
"Are you sure you would have to start all over? Surely you could stick to that area and then redraw the lines if needed."
You shook your head. "Then they wouldn't look as clean and smudges and eraser pieces would stick to the paper. It just wouldn't look as polished, you know?"
Kid frowned, "that would be an awful lot of work seeing that you spent so much time already." He forced his eyes away from the one set of stripes. "Don't worry about it darling, it looks perfect. Thank you so much for all your hard work."
You beamed, grateful to see him try so hard to put aside his symmetrical tendencies just to make you happy. "Let's just hope that my outfit comes together as nicely as yours."
Kid grinned, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek, "I already told them to take extra care for your ensemble. You will look absolutely divine as you always do."
You eyes softened, "then I guess we'll look perfect together."
Kid closed the gap between the two of you, gently pressing his lips against yours.
hi again!! I was wondering if you can write marie with reader who is in a relationship with her? not sure if it would be similar to the one where you made girls crushing on the reader, so it's okay if you can't do it <33 (I was the one who requested that btw!! you did a great job💕)
Thank you so much lovey!! I appreciate all of the support!
The crushing head-cannons were just how they would be in the early stages, so I don't mind expanding on an actual relationship with Marie at all!
Marie as your Girlfriend
word count; 898
you and Marie likely meet in the weapon/meister sphere somehow
whether you're a fighter yourself, a teacher at the DWMA or you just happened to know someone there
Marie was very oblivious for a while about your feelings for her
she genuinely thought every time you went on a date or you called her gorgeous it was as friends
"There's no way Y/n likes me that way! We're just friends"
"Y/n took you to a candle lit dinner with rose petals scattered around the table before taking a tour of art pieces from the romantic era. I don't know how you can see that as a friends activity." -Azusa
safe to say shock of all shockers you were the one to confess to Marie first
she would probably tear up while explaining how she never thought someone like you could love someone like her
(which is dumb cause Marie is such a catch but anyways)
now Marie as a partner is very attached for lack of better words
for most of her adult life she'd struggled to find love and once she finally had you she was scared to lose you
in Marie's eyes you are the sun, the moon and the stars, the light of her life and with you she couldn't be happier
Marie is genuinely the sweetest girlfriend you will ever have
she's just so empathetic and entirely honest
unless it's for your benefit she could never imagine lying to you
and she hopes you're the same way with her
her main love languages are acts of service and quality time
she just wants to be around you and tries to help when she can
cooking dinner, helping you with a hobby or job, baking treats for you after a tough day or her favorite (and yours too) spa days!!
although one of your favorite parts of a day spent with Marie would be at night where you both getting into matching PJ's, brush your teeth and help each other pick out your outfits for the next day before tucking in for the night
loves all of the stereotypical 'couple things'
couples costumes at halloween, matching jewelry (she prefers rings), going to the drive in, PUMPKIN PATCHES, movie nights in cuddles up under blankets
the list goes on and on
would find yourselves having a lot of deep talks over calm raining nights
nights spent tangled in sheets and whispering softly about your futures
Marie will shyly admit that she wants the life with marriage and kids and white house with blue shutters
it always makes you smile how she always tucks herself into you when admitting it so you don't see the blush on her cheeks and vulnerable look in her eye
but what she misses is the way you lips curl into a soft smile as you press them against her forehead
outside of looking for a partner and performing her duties as a death weapon, Marie doesn't have a ton of hobbies
though she prefers more indoor activities to outdoors
although if you've been dying to go on that hike she'll be more than enthusiastic in going if it makes you happy
hell she'll make trail mix and make sure you both have enough layers for the weather
Marie isn't huge on photos of herself but will never say no when you ask to take one of her
she loves the gleam in your eyes you get when you excitedly show her how you captured "the perfect angle"
Marie puts a lot of trust into you as her partner so please don't be acting a fool
if you're the type to shove your wife's face into your wedding cake after she said no don't bother trying with Marie, you just don't deserve her
I think Marie is genuinely one of the most beautiful and kind people in the entirety of the Soul Eater franchise and her partner has to treat her accordingly
she's just so supportive and nurturing, there's no fight you two get into that can't be solved
when Marie is upset she'll just leave and take a moment for herself before coming back to talk calmly
however
if you're in trouble she isn't so calm and collected
Marie's one flaw is that she can't control herself when it comes to you
if you're in danger she throws herself into the fray, not caring how it may affect her body in the future
she's erratic, trying everything she can to get you back until you're safely in her arms
and if you are injured she is not letting you get up to do anything
she's so empathetic and hates seeing you in pain but will do her best to help you recover
if you want to rest she's blacking out the curtains and waiting in another room silently so she doesn't wake you up
and if you want to cuddle she is holding you so gently against her you'd think you were made of fine china
she'll gently caress wherever your pain is while whispering soft affirmations about how much she loves you and how strong you are
Marie loves with all she is and all she has, and while sometimes it may feel suffocating it feels so genuinely warm
and it feels just as good for Marie knowing she has someone that loves her just as much
Hi!!! Glad to see someone writing for soul eater!!!
Can I request a fanfic about kid bringing his s/o over to his house?
No Use Crying Over Spilled Nail Polish
Death the Kid x Reader
word count; 630
Crash.
"Patty I told you to take your drawing outside! Do you know how expensive that polish was? They don't even sell this anymore!" Liz leapt out of her chair.
The wood scraped against the pavement with an awful noise as what once was a velvet red nail polish actively stained the carpet. Patty ran past you and Kid and out the door, giving a sheepish hello before escaping Liz's wrath for the time being.
Liz sighed, reaching for the acetone to wipe off her nearly complete manicure. After all there was no point in keeping 4/5 of a set.
Crash.
The bottle of acetone tipped on its side, also beginning to spill on the carpet.
Liz's face turned red as she came storming towards the door to grab something to clean with before Kid threw a fit. As Liz looked up she noticed you and Kid watching the tragic scene unfold in front of you.
"Y/n! Gods you scared me! Sorry I have to clean all that up before it dries," she scurried past you.
You began to follow Liz. "Wait! Let me help you!"
Kid stood in the doorway to his dining room shell shocked. Eyes wide and jaw drooping its way down to the floor. The spot on the carpet was not only unsymmetrical, but it was in his opinion an offensive shade of shade. One which no amount of cleaner and prayers could fix. Then of course there was the acetone actively eating at the synthetic fabric of the carpet he had allowed Patty to haphazardly pick out because "it looked pretty".
Kid was shaken from his thoughts when you and Liz brushed past him, locked and loaded with most of if not all of the cleaning supplies in the cupboard. You both got to scrubbing immediately, paper towels forming a pile in between you too.
You stood up from the flurry of clorox and dawn dish soap. "Y'know I don't think this is going to work." You put your hands on your hips.
Liz stood up next to you, looking down at the now sudsy and even bigger red stain on the carpet. Some of the fabric in the carpet had melted from the acetone, creating a velvety red armored layer from hell that seemed to be attaching itself to the hardwood.
When Kid stepped forward to see the damage he almost feinted. You have to physically shove his soul back into his body to stop it from escaping. You saw his fists clenching as Kid went to go on a symmetry rant.
You quickly slip your hand down into his, locking eyes with Kid. "It'll be fine babe, you've been wanting to get rid of that carpet for a while anyways. We can go looking for a new one this weekend!"
Kid pouted, "but it's just so unsymmetic-"
"We can take the carpet out now so that it's even again. It'll look different but good as new! And with the four of us it shouldn't take very long."
Kid nodded and you grinned, proud of yourself. Kid couldn't help but smile himself.
He squeezed your hand, "thank you my dear. Now can we please get rid of that god awful carpet?"
You chuckled as Liz came back into the room dragging Patty with her. Together, the four of you spent several hours moving furniture, rolling the rug up and placing the furniture back to Kid's standards. And although none of you were looking forward to having to do it all over again with the new furniture, it reminded you of all the chaos in the young grim reaper's household. But the laughs the four of you shared while doing it reminded you just of how much love there was in the mansion.
