#🌙 | simple dream

[dxy-drxxm]

SYNOPSIS: Kaeya has a lot of things he enjoyed about you. Or, well, admired, to be frank.

CW/s: tooth rotting fluff, short drabble, kaeya is a hopeless SIMP (/silly), tbh he's just a silly guy who can't confess if his life depended on it (and... It did lol), can be interpreted as platonic or romantic (it's both, but it's a slow transition from platonic to romantic hehe)

NOTE: hi, this drabble is for @ryuryuryuyurboat for @ecrin-de-litterature's "kiss (don't tell)" event! I hope you enjoy a drabble of Kaeya being a hopeless simp because as much as I'd like to write a full blown date with him, I've been busy since college and I want to curl up and pass away. orz.

Kaeya never says a lot about the person he admires.

For him, the Cavalry Captain had more than enough to take care of. Maybe it was due to the job that kept him busy, or even because of how life gave him a batch of lemons that he needed to deal with.

But when it comes to certain people like who he's seen now, it made him feel as though he became but the same child when Cyrus adopted him all those years ago.

He still remembered the first time you two met—you were one of Lisa's attendants. An assistant, one could say. You're always available whenever Lisa isn't feeling the urge to check in the library, which is often, and Kaeya had decided to try and see what you're like.

Sure, you may have panicked and treated him like a stranger, but it wasn't long for you two to get close. Soon, you're treating him like you two have been friends for years, joking and laughing over certain things.

Kaeya couldn't help but smile. He always liked seeing others express joy when he couldn't.

Though, little by little, the dynamic seem to change. Others pointed out to him that you and Kaeya had been together for quite a while now, always speaking and chatting over the most mundane things.

Petty drama from the knights, Lisa's recent books and those who borrowed arriving late, the many foreigners that came about when the traveler would be busy in another region... You two had a lot to talk about, and sometimes, he didn't notice how much you two could never stop speaking of such things.

It was stupid, he's aware, but he wouldn't lie and say he didn't like it. On the contrary, he enjoyed that time being spent on something he considering to be enjoyable.

You made his days less unbearable. Like he can wake up one day and think that things will be fine.

He admired that charm from you. You make it seem so... natural.

There were even moments that the two of you shared. He remembered your first Windblume festival with him, the first time you've spent working for a year with Lisa (it was your work anniversary, he joked to you once), and even down to when you two travelled to different nations together.

He's seen it all— your highs, lows, and even the turnarounds. He's heard you rant and ramble of the nations, and yet he felt his pride raise when you'd return to Mondstadt, still calling it your home.

It was clear that you have seen that place, out of every nation, as the best. In return, he did his best keeping it safe. Although, there had been moments he would mess up.

He may act confident, but when alone, he'd feel like he's a lost child again. He loathed that feeling.

The first time you've seen him act like it was when you two spoke of each other's pasts. Kaeya has told you what happened between him and Diluc, and he could never forget the way you hugged him for hearing his voice crack.

He cares for Diluc, like how he cares for you. However, how could he say the same for his adopted brother? Would he ever do the same thing you did to him?

... Perhaps. Perhaps not, even.

Still, he couldn't help but think how much he can even handle this feeling. It's a secret he's kept that your actions made him feel like he can be free, yet he kept himself trapped by will.

He was trapped in the feeling of admiration and envy, clashing and fighting against each other. It made his heart soar and ache when things happen, both because of you and because of himself.

He felt envious of you. He wanted to say that to you, but seeing you smile got rid of that envy.

...

It was a strange conundrum. One that left him sleepless for nights on end... And that's when it clicked.

He realized that it was a form of self-sabotage.

Kaeya didn't want to ruin the relationship you two had as friends, so he kept it under lock and key. He threw the key away, denying that he felt something to you. Denying that he felt as though he loved you that way. He couldn't. He didn't even know the answer.

...

It was stupid to worry. It truly is.

But now? How could he not worry?

He's done this to himself. Even if others told him to say it, to utter those words he forbade himself from speaking, he kept his mouth shut. You two are friends, and he's far too used to admiring you and your acts from afar.

He's craved to admire someone that would make him feel this way, and he got what he asked. Although, he couldn't bring himself to hate you for charming him like that.

After all, that is what makes you you. And he doesn't want you to lose the only thing that fits you perfectly.

@.dxy-drxxm | do not republish, repost, or copy my works anywhere | 2024

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sorry you guys- I was checking that wattpad story that had your stories posted on them to see if it got deleted and it’s still up, I wanted you guys to know and @‘d you guys because you’re my mooties :< reblog this with your mooties that are apart of this list

They shouldn’t have posted your stories when it clearly says not to in your guidelines.

I’ll keep looking for any updates, if you want the book it’s this

[requinoesis]

Something I'm still very undecided about is the name of the indie band of my three young sharks from a retro universe. It's such a simple thing, but it's perplexing me, perhaps because I want something very specific. In this case, a marine element + a cosmic element. 🦈✨

I wish you could all help me with this creative insight! At the moment I have these ideas, do you like them, do any of them sound cool?

🎵 Dreaming Sharks, Dream Divers, Dream Shiver, Astral Dreamers.

These names would be more ideas for songs they would make:

🎶 Pastel Summer, Reef Dreams, Stranded Song, Wreck Echoes, Ocean Wish, Astral Sailors, Stargazing Sharks, Sharks also Dream, Whispering Waves, Emotional Frenzy, The Rainbow After the Storm.

What I do know is that their essence is about chasing dreams with a cosmic touch, magical ocean and optimism. I created these three characters inspired by the triple idea of the tarot: Sun, Moon and Star.

☀️ Sun as ruler of Tiago/Tyson the tiger shark, someone warm, who inspires courage and determination.

🌙 Moon as ruler of Roberto/Rocky the great hammerhead shark, someone mysterious, who inspires feeling and empathy.

⭐ And the Star as ruler of Arielle/Aria the zebra shark, someone dreamy, who inspires imagination and faith.

If you'd like to know a bit more about the three of them, you can read about them here.

Someone once told me that imagining a scene with my characters could help me understand the essence that could lead me to the ideal band name. So I remembered what I had imagined:

"Previously, it was just Roberto and Tiago, but they were looking for a voice for their songs. One starry night on the beach, Roberto witnessed a strange shooting star that didn't reflect his image in the sea. Despite this, he was inspired to make a wish.

The event reminded him of his van, which he affectionately calls "Starfall". After going for a drive with Tiago, a synchronicity event led them to Arielle, whom they found singing alone at a local karaoke bar. Since then, Roberto likes to call her "Lucky Star", the one who inspires them to hope in the face of adversity.

And one day, when Roberto and Tiago were undecided about how to name the band, Arie surprised them with an ideal name idea!"

The problem is that I don't know what idea Arie had! haha

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Edit: Hmm, what do you all think of "The Dreamfarers"? 🎸🦈🎶

[vigilante24ish]

🌙 Moon Phases 🌙

Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader

Word Count:3086

Finale I - part 3/3 (Agatha X Reader ending):

After that intense experience, you took separate ways... for now.

Since Agatha's House was destroyed, you took her into yours. The sign of your little shop was turned to 'Closed' for the past few days now, as you chose to spend your days in your little apartment right above it.

Both Agatha and you needed to recover from everything that took place, Agatha to come to terms with her permanently white hair but also make up for lost time.

You were laying on the couch, your head resting on Agatha's laps. A book was being held in her one hand as the other was gently passing through your hair; a gently caress that relaxed you.

You lazily looked at her, both wearing simple silk robes for comfort; finding no need for clothes, since they wouldn't stay on for long.

She was reading something that put her into thought, evident by how she chewed her bottom lip faintly.

Your gaze became more intense, focusing longer than you wanted on her pink lip that was trapped beneath her white teeth.

Of course, Agatha sensed it and looked down at you; freeing her lip. "You are staring, sugar."

You offerer a cheeky smile, not embarrassed by you getting caught by her. "It's not my fault, really. Chewing that lip of yours is tempting."

"Hmm," she hummed in amusement, the edges of her lips curving into a smirk. "Is that so?"

"You don't believe me?" You questioned and pushed your body up so you could be closer to her face.

She did not mind the proximity. Instead, she welcomed it; a sparkle of mischief in her blue eyes. "Should I?"

You knew what she was doing, trying to bait you into actually doing something.

And you, like the fish you were, happily let yourself get caught in her nets. Without another word, you placed one hand against her cheek and pressed your lips with hers; your actions were sweet and caring.

Agatha allowed her free hand that once was in your hair to be placed upon yours, pressing it harder against her cheek. The other let the book fall to the ground as it moved to the back of your head and pushed you more into the kiss.

Your lips parted willingly, sighing in her mouth as she took control; every moment with her feeling like a dream you did not wish to wake up from.

Agatha's hand left yours and started to gently caress your body above the robe, heading for the slit that existed between your legs. Her touch made you moan, especially when you felt her warm hand against your thigh; pushing your robe further up.

The hand behind your head kept you there, kissing you even when the need for air was becoming too strong; letting you pull back faintly only for her to attack your neck.

"Agatha," you moaned, feeling the hand behind your head grabbing your hair and tugging it back; forcing you to expose more of your neck to her hungry lips. "Mmm."

Her greedy hand kept moving up and down, reaching too close to your centre and then trailing away; driving you crazy with her teasing.

You were trapped by invisible bonds caused by your love for her and her teasing, ever move of her making you more needy of her... of her touch, her kisses, her presence.

"Yes, pet?" She whispered against your skin, teeth gently grazing and preparing you for the bite she was about to place on you; a fresh mark for her to admire later on.

Before she could, however, someone knocked at the back door that led to your apartment.

Agatha tried to ignore it, the feeling of your pulse against her lips too tempting to just let go.

The knocking continued. Whoever was wishing to draw your attention was definitely persistent.

"Ags..." You sighed faintly, trying to hold back a moan. Your free hand went to the back of her neck, fingers gently tugging her thick hair. "The door."

"They will leave," she argued, fighting back her annoyance.

"It's Billy."

The name of the teenage witch made her stop and pull back, looking at your flustered face and hooded eyes. If this was a trick, she ws going to make you regret it.

"Agatha! Y/N!" The familiar voice of Billy reaching you. "I know you are in there. I can hear your thoughts... and I truly wish I didn't right now."

Defeated, Agatha let you go.

You chuckled faintly, your cheeks a faint pink as you got up. Fixing your robe that Agatha had so gracefully hitched up, you walked towards the door.

At the same time, your lover bent and grabbed the fallen book before leaving it closed on the nearest coffee table by her right.

You removed the bolt, feeling your magic reacting to his presence; recognising the familiar unique magic the boy possessed.

You opened the door. "Hey, Billy," you greeted and pushed the door wider open while also stepping to the side. "Come in."

He offered you a small smile and entered your house for the first time, looking around at the minimalistic design that sort of suited your style.

With how often you changed towns and states due to your expended life, you learnt not to possess a lot of things; making it easier to pack and start a new life.

Agatha cleared her throat, not even bothering to stand up and greet him. Sure, she didn't mind seeing him, but he had currently interrupted her from making you squirm and beg while laid on her legs.

"You want some tea, Billy?" You asked, doing your best to recover from the teasing.

"Uhm, yes, please," he replied as he took a seat on the armchair. "Agatha," he greeted, clearing his throat.

He was trying hard to forget the glimpse of her thoughts that he got while waiting for them to open the door... for obvious reasons.

It was in those moments that he was thankful that he could not hear your thoughts, for he was not sure he would have managed to look any of you in the eye.

"Came to crush the party, Billy boy?" Agatha questioned, taking no shame in what had almost taken place or the fact that the noisy teenager across from her had read her thoughts.

Billy felt uncomfortable and rubbed his sweaty palms on his black jeans, unsure how to answer. Thankfully for him, you arrived with three mugs of tea and passed him one.

You passed the other to Agatha and sat by her side, folding your bare legs beneath you to protect them from the faint chill.

"So, Billy," you started, taking a sip of the warm liquid. "What brings you here?"

The boy tried to copy you and drink some tea, only to cough faintly and pull back; having underestimated how hot the liquid was

"I..." he cleared his throat and tried to ignore the burning sensation coming from his tongue. "Just wanted to ask a few questions. Since, well... back then, it was not really the right time."

Agatha scoffed. "Oh, really?"

You nudged her with your elbow and sent her a silent look, full of argument. She merely glanced to the side, not truly accepting defeat or the fact that you scolded her like a child.

"Go ahead, Billy." You encouraged the boy.

The teenager was thankful for your interference. "So... uhm, about what Rio said back then... about you being a blessed child."

"Ah," you exclaimed gently and tapped your fingers against the mug. "It's quite a story, there."

Agatha sipped the tea from her purple mug. "Basically, witches have found different ways to have children; not always in the need of a mam. A blessed child is no different..." she kept her face serious, and Billy hung from her every word. "Though in such cases, a witch must cast a forbidden and dangerous ritual. Ask the triple godess to bless her with a child. It is more of a myth, impossible to get an answer or a successful term."

Billy leaned forward, clearly interested. "So, that means that you..." his attention was focused on your form, fingers tapping against the mug as the topic was not one you would truly discuss.

"I am not entirely human," you finished for him, taking a few sips of the hot tea to ease the feeling within. "Though, witches are not considered entirely human either; most of them. I am simply... the exception within the exception."

Agatha, sensing your uneasiness and the sensitivity of the topic; moved her free hand and gently pushed some strands of your hair over your shoulder; silently studying you for when you needed her to interfere

You were thankful for her actions, the silent but caring move offering you confidence. The topic was... sensitive, but you did not wish to fight it or keep things from Billy.

He deserved to know.

"This is why Rio had such special interest in her," Agatha continued. "She must have been the first one to see in centuries."

Billy was finally able to drink the tea. "But why?" He questioned as he remembered how Lilia mentioned moon witches, and yet not even the Internet seemed to have a lot of answers on them.

You took a deep breath. "Cause there is a catch, Billy." You looked at him in the eyes, your voice stable despite the uneasiness within. "You see, moon witches were born more often back then... before the Salem Trials, before even Lilia's time."

"It was a dark time even for witches," Agatha added. "The number of magic users was vast, and there were rivalries. The use of dark magic was growing popular, and many witches were going solitary in search of power."

Billy wanted to comment and scoff, considering this was what Agatha did. In more ways than one. Yet he remained silent, interested, and eager in this story.

"There were witches, though, who tried to even the odds; to maintain the balance," you continued. "They prayed and experimented and created a ritual, giving birth to a new line of witches; capable of stopping the dark influence from spreading... and they did. But there was a catch..." You passed your tongue over your dry lips. "The goddes' powers were shared between each blessed child, a safe measure to ensure things remained balanced. But witches got greedy, and one blessed child turned on another; eliminating the competition. Normal witches, forming powerful covens, also grabbed the chance to eliminate any moon witches; they were afraid their powers would take control. In the end, the moon witches became extinct, and no one had ever managed to birth a new one..."

"Until my greedy mother came along," Agatha said, her annoyance and anger evident by the snarl on her face. "She was so certain I was born evil. She thought she had found her answer by bringing forth a blessed child to do the nasty work for her."

Billy could almost imagine it all taking place, from the battles to Evanora forming this ridiculous and selfish plan.

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Evanora stood in front of a young witch, one of the may belonging to her coven; the Salemties.

"Evanora," the girl called the woman's name, carefully treading the waters. After all, their leader was known to have a temper and a foul mood; especially ever since she birthed Agatha two years prior. "I don't think this will work....what if the goddess rejects me? She did this to others."

Evanora grabbed the hands of the young witch, trying to sound supportive and caring. "It has to, Adelaide. The moon godess herself knows there is evil in Agatha. This needs to happen to prevent the past from repeating itself."

The young witch was uncertain and fearful. She was not sure she wanted to be a mother, but Evanora had personally chosen her among the other witches, and she should be honoured.

Her purity and innocence made her a perfect candidate, and many witches considered her lucky to be given such privilege.

What no one knew back then was the fact that the moon Goddess knew Agatha's path, and she knew that a special someone was needed to eventually save her.

And thus, the ritual became a success; no one knew how this unborn child was destined to do the exact opposite of what they expected of her.

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The 9 months of pregnancy passed fast, and young Agatha had no clue of the plans that led to it. When the time for the labour came, the process was hard, but Evanora had a skilful midwife and healer that was more than capable of doing her job.

When the child was born, it was Evanora that held the child first; not even allowing the young mother to do that. With greedy eyes, she searched both hands of the infant until she spotted the birthmark on the right wrist.

"A blessed child," she exclaimed, prideful that the ritual was successful. She then looked at the young witch, who was trying to recover from both the blood loss and the tough labour. "You must raise her, in solitude but within the coven grounds. She must be taught her path and trained to be ready. She must learn we are her allies and the rules of the coven." She instructed, showing little concern for the new mother.

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Raising a moon child was tough, especially when one had to do it alone. The other witches offered their assistance, but none wished to help with the child directly. They were either too afraid due to the old rumours or simply did not want to put effort, since that child was only created to take down Agatha.

Thus, you were raised by a single mother; never understanding the hesitation behind her moves or the looks she would give you.

Sometimes, she looked at you with care and treated you as her own child. She would put you to sleep and gladly show you her light blue magic with little cute shows.

And then, there were days you would look at her with those glowing white eyes... moments you would show your magic, hardly in any control, and yet being able to achieve things other witches tried hard for years.

There were days she would catch you talking to plain air or stare at the moon for hours as if hypnotised. You would look at her with such a deep look, an ancient soul trapped within the body of a child.

The burden eventually became too much, and she could not take it anymore. So one day, while you were sleeping peacefully in your bed; she confronted Evanora.

"I am sorry, but I can't do this anymore," she told the older witch. "I just.. can't..."

Evanora didn't have any empathy for her. "It's your duty. You have to. Her powers are already developing, and Agatha has yet to show hers. The chance is approaching."

Adelaide shook her head in denial. "No, I did my duty and carried her for nine months and birthed her. But I can not raise her. Treat her the way you do. She does not deserve this, and I refuse to play a part in it."

Evanora's gaze darkened with anger, and her hand moved faster than Adelaide anticipated. The loud sound of a smack echoed across the silent room, and the young witch felt the burning sensation against her cheek.

"You are a disgrace to your coven to your sisters," Evanora spat. "Leave my coven, leave those blessed grounds, and never come back, or you will never execute."

Those sharp words hurt more than her slap, and Adelaide looked at Evanora with teary eyes. She could not believe she was being cast out by her own coven leader.

Taking a deep breath, she kept whatever pride was left in her and marched inside the house; heading to pack the few things she had and leave.

Yet, when she passed in front of your room; she paused. With slow steps, she walked inside, observing your sleeping form as you hugged a wooden, carved little rabbit she had made for you.

She pressed her lips until they formed a thin line, and she gently caressed your little pink cheeks with the back of her fingers. "I am sorry," she whispered and pulled back, having little time to pack and leave; her heart heavy.

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Silence enveloped the room, the topic laying heavy and causing a tension tough to break through. Yet you managed to break it first, Agatha's warm hand on yours being the anchor to keep you from losing control.

"Anyways... I don't believe this is the only reason why you visited, Billy," you said, emptying the remnants of the tea in one go.

The teenager shifted on his seat, choosing to focus on the next topic; one that he hesitated to bring up but had to.

"It's about Tommy," he informed, slowly gathering the courage to let you know. "Ever since I gave him a body... I can sense him stronger than before, but I can't find him... and I... I am not even sure how to approach him."

"And you want what?" Agatha asked. "Us to help you find him? Perhaps bring back those old Westview memories?" The guilty look Billy gave her was all the answers she needed. She looked at you. "Sugar?"

You looked back at her, offering a sweet smile. "I mean, it's not like we have anything else planned ahead."

She wanted to scold you, for she did have plenty of plans, all revolving around you, but in the end; she did not argue or voice her thoughts. She could see that spark in your eyes, and she had come to realize you did have a soft spot for the boy.

Then she dared to look at Billy, seeing the hope he held so tightly to worry beneath at what your answers would be.

In the end, Agatha let out a heavy sigh. "Well then..." she stood up and pushed her hair back. "Let's go find Tommy, shall we?" She extended a hand for you to take, gently helping you up.

Billy jumped up, already excited by your positive answers. He didn't say anything, but his big smile and energy were enough to express his gratitude towards the two of you.

'Hold on, Tommy,' He thought, as if his twin could hear him. 'We are coming for you'.

Finale II - part 1/3 (Agatha X Reader X Rio ending)

[lunar-witches]

✨ Creating Your Grimoire ✨

In the realm of witchcraft and the arcane arts, a grimoire is a sacred vessel—a repository for your magical knowledge, spells, and experiences. To create your very own grimoire is to embark on a magical journey, a testament to your personal growth and a reflection of your unique spiritual path. With each page, you breathe life into a magical world that is uniquely yours. 🌙📜🔮

So, let us delve into the mystic arts and learn how to craft your very own grimoire, a treasured companion on your magical journey:

✨ 1. Choose Your Tools: Begin by selecting a journal or a notebook that resonates with you. It could be leather-bound, handcrafted, or a simple, beautifully designed book. Let your intuition guide you.

✨ 2. Dedicate Your Grimoire: Before you start filling its pages, dedicate your grimoire to your magical practice. Create a ceremony or ritual that signifies its importance in your spiritual journey.

✨ 3. Organize Your Content: Decide on the sections or categories for your grimoire. Common sections include spells, herbs, crystals, divination, moon phases, and personal reflections. Organizing your content will make it easier to reference.

✨ 4. Decorate with Intention: Use art, symbols, and colors that hold significance in your practice. Incorporate symbols, runes, and illustrations that resonate with your magical path. Each stroke of your pen can carry intention.

✨ 5. Record Your Spells and Rituals: Document your spells and rituals with care. Include ingredients, steps, and the outcomes. Personalize them to make them your own and infuse them with your energy.

✨ 6. Herbal and Crystal Wisdom: Devote sections to the properties and uses of herbs and crystals. Describe their magical associations and how to work with them in your spells and rituals.

✨ 7. Lunar and Planetary Magic: Dedicate pages to the phases of the moon and the influence of planetary energies. Include your observations and experiences with these celestial guides.

✨ 8. Divination and Tarot: Share your insights about divination methods like tarot, runes, or scrying. Document your readings and interpretations.

✨ 9. Dream and Meditation Journal: Dedicate a portion to dream and meditation experiences. Record your visions, insights, and messages received during your spiritual journeys.

✨ 10. Personal Reflections: Your grimoire is not just a book of facts but a record of your spiritual evolution. Write about your experiences, your magical progress, and how your practice has shaped you.

✨ 11. Protection and Secrecy: Consider creating a page or section dedicated to protective spells or enchantments to safeguard the contents of your grimoire.

✨ 12. Regularly Update: Your grimoire is a living, evolving document. As you learn, grow, and experience, continue to add to its pages and update your knowledge.

🌟🔮🌟

As you craft your grimoire, remember that it is a reflection of your unique connection to the magical world. With each entry, you breathe life into your practice, making it a powerful, personalized tool for your mystical journey. May your grimoire be a testament to your magical evolution, a record of your discoveries, and a key to the secrets of the universe.

📜🔮✨ Blessed be, as you embark on this enchanting journey of grimoire creation. 📜🔮✨

[wandoffire]

Hey :)

A quick link for everything.

Law of attraction 🧲

Raising your vibration

Simple spiritual practices

Spell Jars: 🫙

Positivity

Protection

Self-love

Good luck

Clarity

Career / money

Herbs: 🌱

For energy

For sleep

For digestive health

Essential oils: use ideas and types

Crystals: 💎

Colour meanings

Crystals for...

Care tips

Meditation

Moon phase journaling 🌙

Energy cleanse mist

Peaceful sleep spell bag

Lucid Dreaming

Love 🫶

[shapard]

Sweet Delusion🌙

Lucifer x fem!reader

Sucker

Tw: Death, miscarriage, Violence (a lot), traumatic events, reader going Harley, Harley is a warning itself, Angst

Chapter 3 < Chapter 4 > Chapter 5

Story begins under the cut

Your laughter rang out like a soft melody, filling the cozy little café you and Sharen frequented. 

The warm glow of the hanging lights bathed the space in a golden hue, casting a soft shine over his impossibly perfect features. His golden hair caught the light just right, accentuating the sharp angle of his jaw and the mischievous glint in his eyes. How had you gotten so lucky?

It had been a month since you and Sharen had made it official, and every day since had felt like a dream you never wanted to wake up from. He wasn’t just attentive—he was thoughtful in ways that left you breathless. The flowers he sent weren’t just bouquets; each arrangement seemed to carry a message. The letters he wrote weren’t just words on paper but pieces of his heart laid bare for you. And the dates? Every single one was magic, from moonlit strolls to surprise candlelit dinners under the stars.

Today was no different. You sat across from him, sipping on a perfectly brewed latte, as he leaned closer, his smile soft and inviting. His presence had a way of making everything else fade into the background.

“And then Darien said we should go find a woman for him because he feels so lonely,” you said between fits of laughter, clutching your stomach as you recalled the ridiculousness of the moment. Sharen chuckled, his deep, velvety voice melting into the warm air around you.

“You’re cruel, you know that? Laughing at Darien’s misery like that,” he teased, though the sparkle in his eyes told you he was thoroughly enjoying your happiness.

“I can’t help it,” you said, grinning. “It was just so unexpected!”

Your cheeks were starting to ache from smiling so much, but you didn’t care. Sharen had this way of making you feel alive, truly alive, like he saw you in a way no one else ever had. He didn’t just love you—he cherished you, celebrated you. You’d never known love could be like this, an endless cycle of giving and receiving that left you dizzy with joy.

The feeling was intoxicating, like riding a roller coaster at its peak, the rush of adrenaline and exhilaration so powerful you almost forgot to breathe.

You glanced over at him again, and for a moment, it felt surreal. His golden hair fell perfectly against his forehead, his lips curving into that easy smile you’d come to adore. How had someone like him chosen you? How had this beauty—inside and out—become yours?

“Are you even listening to me, hun?” His voice broke through your thoughts, and you startled, realizing he’d leaned forward. His face was mere inches from yours, his warm breath tickling your skin. Had he always been this close?

“I—I am,” you stammered, your voice a little breathless.

Sharen tilted his head, his amber eyes narrowing playfully. “Mmm, I’m not so sure about that,” he said, his smile quirking mischievously. “But I’ll let it slide this time.”

You giggled, the sound light and effortless, and he joined you, the two of you dissolving into laughter that felt like it could chase away any shadow.

For a moment, the world outside the café ceased to exist. It was just you and him, the aroma of coffee and pastries wrapping around you like a cocoon, the steady hum of conversation fading into the background.

As your laughter subsided, Sharen reached across the table, his hand brushing against yours. His fingers were warm, strong yet gentle, as they entwined with yours. His thumb traced small circles on the back of your hand, a simple gesture that sent sparks up your arm.

“You know,” he began, his voice softer now, almost tender, “seeing you happy like this... it makes everything worth it.”

Your heart fluttered, the sincerity in his words wrapping around you like a blanket. He lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a feather-light kiss to your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I mean it,” he continued, his gaze holding yours with an intensity that made your cheeks flush. “You deserve this, Y/n. All of it. Every flower, every letter, every moment like this.”

You smiled, the kind of smile that came from somewhere deep inside, and squeezed his hand. “And you deserve it too, Sharen. You’ve given me so much... more than I ever thought I could have.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The world outside moved on, but in that little café, time seemed to slow, stretching out this perfect moment between you. You wished it could stay like this forever, this feeling of safety, love, and warmth cocooning the both of you.

If this was a dream, you thought, let me never wake up.

_______

Two years. Two beautiful years, and your love for Sharen had only grown deeper with every passing day. The two of you had become inseparable, like two halves of the same soul, woven together so tightly that the thought of being apart felt unimaginable.

Sharen’s hand was warm against yours as he leaned in, his lips brushing tenderly against yours. The kiss was soft, unhurried, filled with a quiet affection that made your heart flutter every time. “I have a surprise for you, mon chéri,” he murmured against your lips, his golden eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and something deeper—something unspoken.

You smiled, letting him guide you outside into the cool evening air. The sky was painted in shades of twilight, and the shimmering lights from the pool danced across the surface like tiny stars. The moment felt almost too perfect, as though the universe itself had conspired to bring this scene to life.

Sharen stopped near the pool’s edge, turning to face you. His hands were trembling slightly as they cradled yours, and the weight of his gaze made your chest tighten. He seemed nervous—an unfamiliar look on a man who was usually so composed.

“I’ve wanted to ask you this for so long,” he began, his voice low, each word deliberate. “But I needed it to be the right time. And now... now, I know it is.”

Confused but intrigued, you tilted your head, your e/c eyes searching his face. “What is it, Sharen?”

He exhaled deeply, as though steeling himself for what was to come. Then, with a sudden, graceful motion, he sank to one knee.

Your heart stopped.

“I love you, Y/n,” he said, his voice steady now, but his eyes glistened with emotion. “I always have, and I always will. You are the light of my life, my goddess. Just one look into your eyes makes me the happiest man alive.” He paused, his free hand reaching into his pocket to reveal a small velvet box. “So, I’m asking this to the one and only person who holds my heart…”

The box snapped open to reveal a stunning ring, the diamond catching the pool’s lights and scattering them in every direction.

“Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?”

Tears welled up in your eyes, spilling over before you could even think to stop them. You nodded, your voice trembling as you gasped out, “Oh my god, YES!”

Sharen’s hands were gentle but firm as he slipped the ring onto your shaking finger. In the next instant, you were in his arms, his embrace warm and steady as he held you tightly, grounding you in the whirlwind of emotion. You buried your face in his shoulder, your tears soaking into his shirt as you whispered, “I love you, Sharen.”

“I love you more,” he whispered back, pressing his lips to the top of your head. In his arms, you felt something you’d never truly known before: peace.

The day of the wedding was like a dream brought to life. The venue shimmered with golden hues, filled with the laughter of friends and family. Sharen’s entire family was there, their warmth and love enveloping you, and your closest friends stood by your side, sharing in your happiness.

But there was a twinge of sadness that you couldn’t completely push away. Your mother wasn’t here—and perhaps, deep down, you’d known she never would be.

“You’re a disgrace to the family.”

The venomous words echoed faintly in your mind, a shadow that hadn’t entirely faded. Your nails dug into your palm, grounding yourself as you forced those memories away. That torment was over.

No more.

There would be no more nights crying into a pillow, no more eating what she forced out of you, no more cruel barbs that left scars deeper than you could bear. You were free now. Free to build a life filled with love, warmth, and joy.

And at the center of it all was Sharen

.

He stood beside you now, his arm wrapped securely around your waist. His touch was tender, yet it held a quiet strength, as if he knew how much you needed him in this moment. He leaned close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “You look breathtaking, mon amour.”

Your chest swelled with emotion as you turned to look at him. His golden eyes were filled with so much love, so much adoration, that it made your heart ache in the best possible way.

Your life was perfect now. No more fighting. No more pain. Only him. Only love.

And as the two of you danced beneath the twinkling lights, surrounded by those who celebrated your happiness, you knew that this was where you were meant to be. Forever.

_______

Your hands were trembling, slick with sweat and blood. Everything around you was a haze of crimson—splattered walls, dripping curtains, and the sticky pool at your feet that clung to your shoes with every move. The gun in your hand felt impossibly heavy, its barrel still smoking as it gleamed under the dim, flickering light. At your feet lay a lifeless woman, her once vibrant eyes now dull and vacant, her face frozen in a mask of terror.

A strangled, broken laugh tore from your throat, bouncing off the suffocating silence of the room. It was a sound that didn’t feel like your own, an awful mix of hysterical laughter and soul-shaking sobs. Your chest heaved with the weight of emotions clawing at you from the inside—grief, guilt, rage, and despair blending into an unbearable cacophony.

You hadn’t wanted this. You never wanted to take another life. You weren’t a murderer. But it didn’t matter. You had done it.

Because it’s what he wanted.

“I just... I just wanted him back,” you whimpered to no one, your voice raw and trembling. “The real Sharen. The caring Sharen. The man who loved me…” Your words dissolved into a guttural sob as you looked at your hands—shaking, bloodied, foreign.

But Sharen wasn’t that man anymore. He had become a monster, a hollow version of the man you loved. And to keep even the faintest glimmer of that love alive, you’d done unspeakable things for him. You’d slept with strangers to satisfy his whims. You’d pulled the trigger to line his pockets with blood money. All for him.

Your clothes clung to your skin, soaked through with the sticky warmth of the woman’s blood. The metallic tang filled your nose, making you gag. Your body felt as if it were crumbling under the weight of your crimes, yet your heart screamed for the life you had lost.

“For us!” you cried out, your voice echoing through the empty house. Your trembling hand went to your stomach, clutching protectively at the small swell there.

Lucifer watched in silence, unseen within the boundaries of your memory. His crimson eyes widened with horror as realization struck him like a lightning bolt. “She’s pregnant…” he whispered, the words barely escaping his lips. His hand flew to his mouth, unable to stifle the cry that threatened to escape. He wanted to save you, to pull you out of this nightmare, but he couldn’t. Not yet. He was trapped in your memory, forced to watch your pain unfold like a gruesome play.

“You don’t deserve this, Y/n,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “They care about you—Charlie, the others—they love you. Please, hold on.” But his words fell into the void, unheard and unacknowledged.

Your steps were heavy, dragging across the bloodstained floor as you made your way to the bedroom. Each footfall echoed in the silent house like the tolling of a death knell. Your hand hesitated on the cold iron door handle, but you pushed forward, your trembling grip turning it.

The sight inside was a knife to your already bleeding heart.

There he was. Sharen. The man you had given your heart, your body, your soul to. And he was entwined with another woman, their limbs tangled in an embrace so intimate it made your stomach churn.

“Sharen?” Your voice was weak, breaking on his name. You looked at him, your bloodied hands trembling at your sides, your hollow eyes pleading.

Sharen froze for a moment, his golden hair tousled and his perfect face clouded with irritation. He slipped away from the woman, wrapping a robe around his body with casual ease. His eyes scanned you with disgust, taking in the blood-soaked dress clinging to your form.

“God, look at you,” he sneered, his voice cold and venomous. “You’re pathetic.”

Your breath hitched as you took a step toward him. “I did what you told me to do,” you murmured, your voice cracking. “I did it for us, Sharen. So we could be together.”

Sharen stepped back, laughing bitterly. “You stupid bitch. You actually did it?” He ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. His laughter wasn’t warm—it was sharp, cruel, cutting into you like shards of glass. “Good thing I married such an obedient little lapdog.”

“Sharen… I… I love you,” you whispered, tears streaking down your bloodied cheeks.

His smile twisted into something monstrous as he reached for the knife on the nightstand. “Love?” he spat. “You think this is love? You’re nothing to me. Not as a wife, not even as a woman.”

The world tilted as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking you down. You gasped, pain shooting through your scalp as his words hit you like a series of blows.

“And more disgrace,” Sharen spat, his voice dripping with venom as his cold eyes raked over you. “A mixed thing growing in your stomach. How utterly disgusting.”

You staggered back, clutching at your abdomen protectively. Tears blurred your vision, but you could still see the gleam of the knife in his hand as he took a step closer. “Sharen… please…” 

The words choked in your throat, thick with desperation.

But he wasn’t listening. 

He never listened.

The blade plunged into your stomach with a force that knocked the breath from your lungs. You screamed, a bloodcurdling sound that echoed off the walls, but it wasn’t enough to stop him. With a cruel twist of the knife, pain exploded through your body like fire, searing and unrelenting. Blood gushed from the wound, hot and sticky, soaking the front of your dress and pooling at your feet.

Your knees gave out, and you crumpled to the floor, clutching at the wound in a feeble attempt to stop the bleeding. “No… no, please…” you sobbed, the words barely audible over your gasps for air. “My baby… my baby!”

But he didn’t stop. Sharen kicked you savagely, the impact sending you sprawling across the blood-slicked floor. Your head struck the corner of a nightstand with a sickening crack, and stars danced in your vision. The pain in your womb was unbearable, a relentless reminder of the life being ripped away from you.

“My child…” you whimpered, your trembling hands pressed against your abdomen. Blood seeped through your fingers, warm and unyielding, as the reality of what he had done crashed over you like a tidal wave. “No… my baby…”

Your scream tore from the depths of your soul, raw and guttural, a sound of pure, unadulterated anguish. It echoed through the house, but it brought no help, no mercy. It was a scream for a life that would never be. A scream for the only thing that gave your shattered existence meaning.

Sharen sneered down at you, his face twisted into a mask of contempt. “How can someone like you be so damn annoying?” he hissed, his tone laced with disgust.

You didn’t have the strength to reply, didn’t have the air to scream again as the knife came down once more. This time, it pierced your throat.

Pain erupted anew, and you gurgled helplessly, blood spilling from your lips and staining the floor in crimson rivulets. You tried to scream, tried to cry out, but all that escaped was a wet, choking sound. Your hands clawed weakly at the floor, at him, at anything, but there was nothing left to hold onto.

Sharen leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. “Farewell, you stupid bitch,” he hissed, his voice cruel and unfeeling. “Who could ever love someone like you?”

The final stab came with deliberate precision, the blade plunging into your skull. The pain was blinding, like shards of glass driving into your brain. Sharen used his full weight, forcing the knife deeper, the sickening sound of bone cracking filling the room.

Your body convulsed, every nerve screaming in agony, but you were too weak to fight back. The darkness crept in, slow and suffocating, as your vision blurred and your thoughts faded into nothingness.

There was one last snap—a grotesque, final note in the symphony of your suffering—and then, silence.

That was how you died.

Lucifer’s eyes widened in horror, the scene before him an unbearable tableau of carnage and despair. Blood pooled beneath her lifeless body, staining the ground a deep crimson, the metallic scent hanging heavy in the air. His knees buckled, and he dropped to the ground with a thud, his breath hitching as an agonizing whine escaped his throat. He had seen many things in his eternal existence, but this—this was a nightmare that cut deeper than any punishment he had ever endured.

He tried to speak, to form words of defiance or comfort, but all that emerged was a strained whimper. His gaze snapped upward at the figure looming above her broken body—Sharen, or what had been Sharen. The man stood tall, the flicker of a smirk curling his lips. But there was something wrong with him, something off.

Lucifer’s voice was low and trembled with fury. “You… you did this to her. You’re a monster.”

Sharen chuckled, the sound low and mocking, like the scrape of nails on stone. “A monster? Oh, Lucifer, you give me too much credit.” He leaned down slightly, his golden hair catching a faint, eerie glow from an unseen source. “Do you really think I’m Sharen?”

“What are you talking about?” Lucifer’s fists clenched against the floor, his voice tinged with desperation.

The figure straightened, an unsettling grin spreading across his face. His form began to shimmer and warp, the edges of his body blurring as though he were made of smoke. “I am not Sharen. I am her torment.” His voice was layered, a mix of Sharen’s tone and something far darker, more insidious.

Lucifer froze, his jaw tightening as the figure continued.

“I am not real. I am what she created in her mind to protect herself from the truth. To make sense of the pain, the loss, the destruction. I am her fear, her guilt, her self-loathing—and her hope twisted into despair.” The figure stepped closer, his movements fluid, unnaturally smooth. “And guess what, dear king…” His grin widened, a sinister glint in his eyes. “You’re part of me.”

Lucifer’s breath caught, his heart pounding as the figure’s form flickered again, and suddenly, he was staring into his own face. The same crimson eyes, the same cruel smirk—an exact, malevolent mirror of himself.

“You’re one of her tormentors, Lucifer,” the dark reflection sneered. “You are me.”

“No!” Lucifer’s voice thundered, his hands slamming against the floor as he surged to his feet. “I am nothing like you! I didn’t…” His words faltered, his memories flashing unbidden—of her screams, her tears, the fear in her eyes when his rage had burned out of control.

The dark Lucifer laughed, a sound that seemed to echo from every corner of the void. “Oh, but you did, didn’t you? You hurt her, you burned her. You broke her spirit when she tried to reach you.” The shadow leaned in close, its voice a whisper that wrapped around Lucifer like chains. “You and I are the same, King of Hell. Both of us destroy everything we touch.”

Lucifer recoiled, his hands trembling as he fought to push back the flood of guilt and memories. “No. I won’t accept that. I can still save her.”

The shadow smirked, folding its arms across its chest. “Save her?” it taunted, its voice dripping with malice. “Look at her. She’s gone. She’s dying, slipping away even as we speak. There’s no returning her from this. She’s too far gone. You’ve already lost.”

Lucifer’s eyes blazed with fury, a fire igniting deep within his chest. He stepped forward, his jaw set with determination. “Watch me.”

The shadow tilted its head, amusement glinting in its eyes. “Oh, Lucifer,” it purred. “You don’t understand. Saving her means more than pulling her body back to life. You’ll have to face the depths of her pain, her memories, her torment. You’ll have to face me.”

The void around them seemed to pulse, the darkness growing heavier, suffocating. The shadow began to dissolve into tendrils of smoke, its laughter echoing as it disappeared. “I’ll be waiting,” it hissed, the sound slithering into the air like a serpent. “You won’t survive her truths.”

Lucifer stood frozen, the weight of the challenge pressing down on him like a mountain. He turned back to her fragile form, lying broken on the blood-soaked ground. Her face was pale, her breath shallow, her soul flickering like a dying ember.

He knelt beside her, his fingers brushing against her cheek as his resolve hardened. “Y/n,” he whispered, his voice shaking with a mix of fear and determination. “I’ll bring you back. Even if it destroys me, I’ll bring you back.”

The ground beneath him began to crack, the void itself splintering as if in protest. A sudden gust of wind whipped around him, and the world seemed to fracture, pieces of the memory falling away into nothingness.

And then, a voice—soft, broken, but unmistakable.

“Lucifer…”

His head snapped up, his eyes locking onto hers. Her lips barely moved, but the sound was there. Her soul was still there.

Before he could respond, the world crumbled around him, dragging him into the abyss once more.

I need a drink. This chapter was so hard to write. Anyway here is a little peak for the next chapter:

Lucifer’s voice cut through the chaos, urgent and filled with desperation. “It’s time, Y/n! Wake up! You have to wake up!” Your eyes widened as the world shattered around you. The torment let out one final, guttural roar before it was swallowed by the flames. The last thing you saw was Lucifer’s outstretched hand, his scarlet eyes blazing with determination.

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🌙🍓Venus & Love🐚🫧

🍓Venus shows what you value, how you look at relationships, how you love, how important love is to you, how you enjoy things and life.

🍋Venus in Capricorn-enjoy work, for them mostly everything is work and practicality. They do not know enjoyment because they have in them the ability to do things. They like someone who is hardworking and practical. They tend to be attracted to older partners. They don't like to waste time in love, so they choose their partner carefully.

🩵Venus in Scorpio-enjoy connecting with someone on a deeper level and sharing their secrets with them. They appreciate it when someone tells them secrets. They are attracted to partners who look sexy & have a mysterious nature. You look at relationships from a deeper perspective and loyalty is important to you. Maybe you prefer people who are more private and don't expose themselves as much.

🥐Venus in Cancer-you enjoy being with your family and people who give you warmth and security. Family time is the best for you. You like someone who makes you feel comfortable. You can also devote a lot of time to children. They are sentimental and will hold on to a lost love for years and years. You are at your best when you feel safe. Your vulnerable heart makes you cautious in love.

🥑Venus in Virgo-like to be productive and like a routine. They appreciate someone who does a lot or has their own lifestyle. They care about health. They like someone who takes care of themselves and has good hygiene. They can be very picky in love. But once someone is chosen, that's it. They often notice or are attracted to skin on a person (beautiful skin or beautiful body).

🥨Venus in Taurus-you appreciate the simple things in a person& like someone who is natural. I often notice with taurus that they like breasts or the part at the chest. They appreciate someone who will look more self-confident or have a more casual style. You spend a lot on jewelry and style. Often your clothes are one colored or contain earthy tones. You enjoy food and good music.

🍒Venus in Libra-you value relationships with others and like to get along with everyone. You are a person who puts a lot of emphasis on how a person looks and can be quite demanding when choosing a partner. You appreciate someone who puts a lot of effort into their appearance and clothes. At the same time, you are a person who can dream a lot about love and idealize people.

🧃Venus in Gemini-you like to enjoy having several hobbies and doing several things at the same time. They are attracted to those people who are interesting, fun and with whom you can multitask. U enojoy reading books. Someone you are never bored with. In love, the most important thing for you is communication and that the person listens to you.

🏄🏽Venus in Aquarius-you like to enjoy yourself with friends and when you do unusual things. These people like to do things they have never done before or enjoy good company. Goals are important to them. They like someone who has a goal, a vision and a dream. That he has a set path. And they appreciate when people are strange, somehow they have their own unique style.

🧁Venus in Leo-enjoy more things like (playing games, sports, hobbies...). They are attracted to people who are self-confident, proud, charming, fun. Maybe even someone who surprises them with his energy. They like someone they can't spot right away. They like someone who is more fiery and also someone who is loyal. Because they are childish themselves and have a childlike energy in them, they love someone who has a child in them and maybe someone with whom they can watch cartoons.

🌅Venus in Sagittarius-enjoy travelling, the places they explore. They like to have a passion and to share it with someone. They enjoy the moment and love people who will make them feel that they are alive inside, maybe even someone who will show them a new perspective of life. They are people who are attracted to people who are ready to have fun and with whom they can do crazy things. They like to have a dramatic relationship (because there is always something going on). You enjoy getting to know a new culture and city. You enjoy trying things.

🎸Venus in Aries-people born with this configuration tend to give their all to their relationships, friendships, and passions. They are driven by emotion and often throw themselves into the unknown. They like someone who is bold and passionate. Someone who dares things and is not afraid of anything. You enjoy sports and things that involve movement.

🩷Venus in Pisces- enjoy the energy they share with a person or things that are more detached from others. You can be a dreamy person that has an idea in your mind of the soulmate of your dreams. It's also hard for you to set personal boundaries, at times, and you'll likely long to merge with your beloved. You may be attracted to someone who will not really be good for you. they like people who are more spiritual. They like people who are more messy dressed( big t-shirt, more artistic style).

-Rebekah🐚🌅⭐️

[creedslove]

FAMILY BLISS 💘

Post outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: After dreaming so much about it, Joel finally finds out you are carrying his baby 🥺

(This can be read as a sequence of SLEEP BLISS 💤, SHOWER BLISS 🫧, MOONLIGHT BLISS 🌙, BABY BLISS 🍼 PART ONE AND TWO, CHOCOLATE CAKE BLISS 🎂 AND STORM BLISS ⛈️ or it can be read as a one shot)

Warnings: fluff, just fluff, pregnancy, pregnant reader, dad joel, fluff, fluff, fluff and fluff

A/N: I am back with a Bliss story because I missed Joel so much and it was about time we make this man happy!!! I know he's out of character but whatever, let's keep him happy! 🩷🩷🩷

1.1k words (short and sweet)

Joel's heart skipped a beat and his whole world stopped as he looked down at you, your scared, teary eyes, your voice not louder than a whisper as you had said two simple words. 

"I'm pregnant" 

Two words that made him feel dizzy and lightheaded for a moment, not being able to wrap his head around the fact you were indeed expecting a child. 

He had longed for that, at the same time he dreaded it, all the nights he spent buried deep inside of you, always hoping something would happen as he didn't pull out, but also being terrified that something would happen and that you two would have to face the consequences. 

Who mentally fit would actually bring a baby into the apocalypse? Who Would risk going through a pregnancy, labor, postpartum when the world went to hell? But the answer was simple: apparently you and him. 

You bit your lips so nervously, anxiety and fear were noticeable at any slight movement, you knew it could happen, it would probably happen, you weren't on birth control, Joel didn't pull out and lately he had been bringing it up the baby talk so many times, you didn't know until what extent he meant it or he was just daydreaming, but the reality hit you hard when you stopped getting your periods, your started feeling nauseous every single morning and suddenly all your jeans seemed tight. He had got you pregnant, and in a matter of months, a baby would come out of you, you were going to be a mom, and Joel would be a dad. 

A dad again. 

After almost a lifetime, Joel was gifted the opportunity of being a father, of having a child of his own, a child he could love, protect, and take care of. Even if he wasn't young anymore, even if he wasn't a good man anymore, no matter how many times you tried reassuring him, he wouldn't believe you, he was convinced he had become a bad person. 

But at the same time, he didn't believe bad people were rewarded good things, so either that meant he wasn't a bad person at all or that he didn't deserve you and the baby. But just as everything about your relationship, he was tired of denying himself a glimpse of happiness, he knew he wasn't worthy of you, and now he wasn't worthy of your baby, but he was selfish and he would keep the two of you to himself no matter what. 

He realized you expected something from him, a reaction, a comment, a smile or a frown. It killed you to see him standing still, an awkward silence filling the room.

Joel tried finding words to tell you, but he just couldn't, nothing would come out of his throat, so his hands just gripped your sides, pulling you to him, lifting you up and twirling you around, at the same time you squealed and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

You felt relief when he picked you up, still without saying a word, he kissed you. Your lips, your cheeks, the tip of your nose and your forehead. 

"Our baby" he finally whispered, resting his forehead against yours. His hands had a firm grip around your body, he just wouldn't let go of you, nor your baby, because the three of you were a family now and there was nothing in the world he loved more than that. 

He cupped your face with both hands, smiling and kissing you over and over "I love you, Y/N, I love your family" Joel said with a true happiness he hadn't felt in so long in his life. 

And over the following months he became the most protective partner in the world. If that was even possible, but he did and god, you couldn't have asked for a better man than Joel to have by your side. 

You were always so happy to welcome him home after patrol, always dinner ready for your man as he picked you up, kissed you and then lowered himself to your belly, kissing it and talking to the baby. 

You two still didn't know if you were having a little boy or a little girl, but it didn't matter, Joel was so excited he asked his brother to help him build the nursery. They would go with neutral colors and once baby Miller grew up you two could pick up the decoration you thought fit your baby the best. 

You were the most beautiful woman to Joel, no one looked as gorgeous as you did, the way your body got curvy with the pregnancy, your breasts looked filled up, it all awakened a hunger in him, he couldn't get enough of you, always touching you and making love to you, because yeah, now Joel also made love to you. It wasn't just fucking, it was also making love, and it felt incredible. 

Even when you were already heavily pregnant, feeling huge and unattractive, Joel was still there, to make you feel better and remind you how much he loved you. Your baby was growing strong in your womb and you were so anxious about it all, but every time you looked into his warm, brown eyes, everything was okay again.

He made sure to be by your side through everything, every single moment of your pregnancy, refusing to go on patrols when you reached the final weeks, not risking missing the birth of your beautiful miracle. And when time came and your water broke, he was also there. 

Joel was strong, ruthless and fearless, but he could swear you nearly crushed his bones when you held his hand. He watched you in awe as you screamed in pain and pushed as hard as you could in order to give birth to your baby. He could see you were exhausted, sweaty and a little pale, but you looked like a goddess to him. When your baby's first cries were heard in the room, the two of you were taken by such emotion. That tiny little thing placed in your arms was a baby girl. 

Joel had a daughter. Again. 

He looked at you and then at your beautiful little one, not believing how lucky he got even after everything that happened, how he had a reason to live after all this time he assumed his life had ended. 

He didn't even try to hide his emotion, the tears in his eyes as he carefully took the baby into his arms. His beautiful princess just whimpering softly before nuzzling his chest. 

You hadn't thought of a name yet, but the new baby Miller was already Joel's whole world and whenever he looked at you, there was nothing he wanted more than make you his wife, even if marriages weren't really a thing in the apocalypse.

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A/N: How could you say no to Joel asking you to have his babies???????????

[dxy-drxxm]

SYNOPSIS: Leaning onto each other, just being close, was enough.

CW/s: Tooth rotting fluff, established relationship, lowkey clingy Furina, not spoilers for archon quests because this is more day to day life yk, reader enables her clinginess too much, brief mentions of Neuvi being a tired father figure to this clingy and very dramatic miss girl

NOTE: This is a prompt from this list right here, and I plan on making a touch starved mini series ft. various genshin chars and what prompt fits them. If the same prompt fits them though, I might just do both chars with them lol. It's a new format so I'm hoping that this will look v good and not be a mess.

"Furina, we've been in bed for an hour now. I'm sure you have things to do than keep me captive, do you?"

"Mm... I know, but I want to keep holding you just a bit longer. Besides, it's so early..."

You sometimes forget how Furina isn't suited to be a morning person, and especially with her job as an actress. However, seeing her act like a tired child reminded you that yes, she was still human.

... And yes, she despises waking up early to deal with her agenda of being an actress. Er, maybe a returning actress will suffice.

Sighing, you moved over to spoon her in your arms. You knew that it wasn't often that she would be so clingy, so even if you were grumbling about it now... You can't lie, you love this side of her.

Who knew the flamboyant and immature Hydro Archon would act so quaint and clingy behind closed doors?

Brushing a piece of her hair away, you couldn't help but smile. Feeling your hand trace her cheek, her eyes flitted over to you, the mismatched and heterochromatic hues greeting your own.

They reminded you so much of tear drops. It was beautiful.

".. What's the matter? Is my hair—" she stopped to yawn, "—a mess...?"

"Hah, no, no," you chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I'm just admiring your beauty, that's all. It's rare to have you in my arms, Furina."

Furina's cheeks seem to redden, making you poke it with a giggle.

"That, and you're always so clingy. Do you miss me when you have work to do, I wonder?"

"Hmph! Stop teasing me!" she exclaimed, hitting you lightly as a result. With a pout, she turned her body away, making you laugh a bit more at her child-like mannerisms.

"I jest, I jest," you replied, placing your chin on her shoulder as you held her a bit tighter.

... Leaning onto each other like this, just being close... It's enough for me.

"Do you, truly?"

"Hm... I am," you answered, humming. "Unless you want monsieur Neuvillette to hear what happened this morning again, hmm?"

What greeted your ears was your lover's whines as she tells you not to, and your morning has been spent with Furina complaining about how Neuvillette acts like a tired father to her recent troubles.

You couldn't help but smile, though. You can never find it in your heart to trade this moment for anything else, even for your life.

@.dxy-drxxm | do not republish, repost, or copy my works anywhere | 2023

[i-amyou]

The Truth Of I.

After ages of sharing my secrets with moon in low whispers and stolen glances, one night it shared one back with me. A secret which I have always known, somewhere deep within chasms of my seemingly tattered soul.

Moon asked me to listen, after listening to me for years. It reminded me of a beautiful dream I had when I was young, a dream full of love and warm sunshine. A dream where I giggled endlessly, chasing butterflies thinking they are fairies. Maybe they were.

It told me stories of the times I could not find my breath, my eyes too full of tears to distinguish the boundary between moon, stars and the space that held them up, as they all merged into one within the pool of my eyes.

After reminding me of all that It witnessed, moon asked me to sit with Her. Listening to Nothing at all. I don't remember when my tears started falling, or when I lost the sense of my name and identity. I could not tell where was the Moon, and where was what I thought I am. It was all One boundless space, where did it begin and where did it end?

Before I could make sense of it, I woke up. From a nightmare within the dream I once had. I found myself as the sun, as the moon, as the stars and the planets and infinite Universe which held it all.

I AM. Always have been. Illuminating like Moon in the darkest of nights, like radiance of million of sunrays converging at one point, THE truth of an eternal existence shone through.

A simple truth which was always evident, I only needed to listen.🌙

The Truth of I.

[kitchenwitchkay]

My dream is to one day have a coffee shop, but it offers daily made pastries based on what's in season and my general vibes.

But the biggest thing is I want is there to be a back hall that leads to a Goddess temple and witch's apothecary. Like any pagan can enter and worship whoever with simple rituals, or they can bring a problem and get either rituals, or divination, or spells, or whatever! It will be staffed with priestess' and witches, and they will also have barista shifts if they want so everyone can make money and fill their spiritual cups!

I'm sure this exists in other places, but we have nothing anywhere close to that anywhere near my home or even state. Not that I can find. I'm hoping that someday I'll be brave and make my dream come true.

Or am I just insane🤣

♥️🌙🌹🩷✨️🫶🐚🩷🥰🌱🍓❤️

[honeycomb-hotel]

︵⠀WILBUR SOOT SYS ALTER PACK .

⠀request @asongoncesung // posted by mod ender . (so much fun!! request more dsmp sys packs!!)

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; names – wilbur, wil

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; age – 27

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; pronouns – he / they / song / pixel

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; gender – masc-aligned, headphojoyic, masctunegender, virualors, minecraftgender, creeperplushic

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; orientation – bisexual, fem pref

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; transID – minecraft, applejuicebloodic, permacomfort, permaflirt

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; paraphilias – 🐊, 🩹, 💧, ❣️, 🎭 (🐊 is a coincidence. i forgot biting had anything to do w/ the situation)

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; species – human

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; roles – host + identifies w/ body

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; source – wilbur soot ; youtube

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; personality – witty and dry sense of humor, often sarcastic and clever. creative and imaginative, has very unique and artistic ideas. introspective and thoughtful, especially when talking to others or writing music. personable and engaging, enjoys talking/connecting with others in any way.

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; names – revivebur, rev, bur

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; age – 40

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; pronouns – he / kill / fire / bomb / death

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; gender – masc-aligned, bloodaesic, fvcklexic, knifegender, skelglovegender, explosivegender, chaosgender, boyrevived

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; orientation – gay / mlm

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; transID – permah0rny, fangs, permadissociated, obsession, permarude

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; paraphilias – 🐊, 🩹, 🦴, 👊, 💐, 💤, 👀, 🛐

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; species – revived human

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; roles – avenger, black sheep, confronter

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; source – c!revivebur ; dream smp

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; personality – complex and dark personality, manipulative and cunning. very intelligent and strategic thinking when it comes to achieving goals or ideas. deeply haunted by past actions in source, often immersed in self-reflection & thoughts. very persuasive and influential when interacting with others.

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; names – ghostbur, ghost, blue

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; age – 23

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; pronouns – he / they / blue / sheep / cry / scream

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; gender – masc-aligned, nocstuffic, gloomgender, shesleepic, voidthing, nightbodiment

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; orientation – asexual biromantic

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; transID – permapity, permavictim, innocence, stalker, kidnapped

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; paraphilias – 💥, 🩹, 🩸, 🌙, ❄️, 💤, 🪜, 💧, 🧹

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; species – ghost human

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; roles – sadness holder, depression holder, trauma holder

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; source – c!ghostbur ; dream smp

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; personality – innocent and childlike demeanor. gentle-hearted, often naive, and sees the world with a sense of wonder and curiosity. tends to be optimistic and trusting, finds joy in simple things and expressing genuine kindness towards others. displays a deep longing for friendship and connection, seeking to forge meaningful bonds with those around him.

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; names – wilbur, wil

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; age – 25

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; pronouns – he / they / gold / fox / strum

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; gender – masc-aligned, autumngender, maplecute, eepyfoxic, cakemcgender, cookimcgender

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; orientation – aroace

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; transID – none.. cant think of any

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; paraphilias – 🎵, ✋, 📸, 😮💨, 💤, 😨

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; species – human

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; roles – soother, caregiver

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; source – q!wilbur ; qsmp

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; personality –loves to explore new things, keen sense of curiosity. approaches all situations with optimism and a lighthearted demeanor, often finding humor in unexpected places. adventurous spirit and strong ability to adapt to new environments or challenges with a positive attitude. values friendship and trust, easily giving advice to others.

[kyiratodoroki]

Yandere!Hawks/F!Reader

Content Warning: Not much to note in the intro (brief grope by a villain? 😂, language). The content will grow darker as we delve deeper. The story revolves around a yandere version of the number two pro, so possessiveness, stalking, violence, nonconsensual acts (and other adult themes), gaslighting, and love-bombing are all potentially on the table for starters. I'll try to catch all the tags in each chapter, but there is a possibility that I'll miss something. Proceed with caution? 😂

I'll Keep You Safe

🌹🌙

Hawks was the number two hero in Japan for a reason. Raised and trained by the Hero Public Safety Commission, he did his job perfectly. His good looks and natural charm made people love him, and he was never left wanting for someone to keep his bed warm. Lovers came (several times) and went (rarely by choice), and he never gave it a passing thought. The hero didn't let anyone get under his skin, never allowed himself to feel anything more than simple lust.

That is, until you came into his life.

He'd met many of his flings on the job, and you were no different. Some no-name villain with a chip on his shoulder decided to use you as leverage while trying to escape a robbery; a tired tactic utilized time and again by the most desperate and least creative criminals in the underground. It was impossible for the hero to ignore the indecent way the man gripped your body with one hand (obviously) groping your breast and the other at your waist (slipped beneath the hem of your shirt). With a little assistance from his feathers, Hawks made quick work of the deviant then let the cops take over once the situation was secure.

Like any good pro, he made sure to check on you as the bad guy was lead away in cuffs. He saw how you trembled from head to toe, hair tousled and clothes wrinkled. You looked up at him with wide, teary eyes and a flushed face. Your lips quivered slightly as you thanked him over and over for saving your life. He responded with his signature smile - the one that had graced every magazine and newspaper in Japan - then brushed a stray lock of hair from your cheek as he asked if you needed an escort home. For the sake of safety, of course.

Before you had the chance to accept his offer, some guy appeared from the crowd of onlookers and pulled you into his arms. Hawks chuckled, patted the kid's shoulder, and told him to make sure you got home in one piece. Both of you said thanks about five more times before leaving the scene.

A week later, Hawks found himself still thinking about you. Everything seemed fine after the incident, but there might have been something small the medical team missed, and the potential for lingering mental trauma definitely existed. Civilians crossed paths with villains on a daily basis - many of them suffered worse ordeals - but it was the memory of your expression keeping him awake at night.

You were a pretty girl, even with puffy eyes and a dazed stare. No. Scratch that. It wasn't that you were pretty despite crying. No. You were beautiful, and the terror added a facet of allure that made you unforgettable. Distracting. Every time he caught a glimpse of something that matched the shade of your eyes, he paused, and the sweet quiver of your voice had stolen into his dreams more than once.

His best efforts to forget you were a failure because no matter who he was fucking, he imagined your face looking up at him and your body writhing beneath his. Hawks tried to figure out the reason - aside from the obvious - why he was so taken with some random girl. He'd saved hundreds of them over the years and met thousands.

What made you different? He needed an answer.

Finding a name and address was easy, Your work location was a little harder to get without raising suspicion. He wanted to keep the information handy in case he (inevitably) decided to check in. Standard protocol didn't require heroes to follow up with the victims they saved. The people in charge actually discouraged any type of continued contact, but there were no specific rules against it, especially if the meeting was "accidental". So, while the Commission didn't approve of the extra attention he gave to some of the lovely little birdies he rescued, they looked the other way when it happened and cleaned up any messes left in his wake. He figured it was the least the H.P.S.C. could do. They'd made him into the man he was after all.

[itgirls777]

A guide to Sofia Coppola: Films, Fashion and Music 

Dream-esque, gilded cage, painfully beautiful and esoteric portrays the hazy art style of Sofia Coppola as she shows to Hollywood what it is like to be a girl. Marie Antoinette, Virgin Suicides, Lost in Translation, The Bling Ring (to list a few) are some of the most popular films made by Coppola. Her newest release that portrays the life of Priscilla Presley; "Priscilla", has gone viral on platforms like pinterest, tiktok and instagram sparking interest in the americana, cherry cola, sweet sixties and sugar coloured clothes worn in the film. The release of "Priscilla" has led to some of Coppola's other films being led out into the limelight. If you are looking for that woozy, romantic portrayal of girlhood and female suffering then Sofia Coppola's films may be perfect for you.

🎀 🦢 🧸 💌 🩰 🎧 🚬 🍒 🐇 🌙 🫧

how to feel like your in a sofia coppola film: simple steps to romanticising and dreaming

wearing frilly, airy and light vintage nightgowns

soaking in a bathtub contemplating your existential crisis

putting on some lovely makeup- only to cry it off :)

apply a fragrance while you lounge in bed all day listening to playground love by air

smoking a cig on dior painted lips

drinking strawberry milkshakes as you ponder why men act the way they do......

a dreamlike playlist to feel like you are in a sofia coppola film: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1fiPrX1MjvHG2Xq69Efpdt?si=d10abaaa89104c77

( hope this helps!) xoxo

curated: fav sofia coppola items

sofia coppola archive (of course!) : a book showing bts photos, scripts etc. on her films 1999-2023

"written and directed by sofia coppola" tee: available on etsy https://www.etsy.com/nz/listing/1613236720/written-and-directed-by-sofia-coppola?ga_order=most_relevant&ga_search_type=all&ga_view_type=gallery&ga_search_query=sofia+coppola+tee&ref=sr_gallery-1-2&pro=1&bes=1&search_preloaded_img=1&organic_search_click=1

tvs posters found across etsy, amazon & alixexpress

a24 priscilla tee: https://shop.a24films.com/products/priscilla-white-baby-tee?variant=40048824025137

vote in the above poll- which film of sofia coppola's is your favourite? leave a comment, letting me know why <3

my personal favourites by coppola is virgin suicides, marie antoinette and priscilla <3. i love the way coppola directs her films, their so girl and existential and miserable and beautiful and inexplicably perfect, and i truly think everyone should watch at least one in their lifetime. Her films finally bring into the light of hollywood- female gaze, womenhood, and misery in the most idyllic, airy way ever <3

thank you for reading!!! follow me to see more posts like this about fashion, films, books and everything pretty!!

xoxo, itgirls777

[loveemagicpeace]

💜Astro Notes💜

🩵Neptune in 1st house-many times you attract the attention of children. Because you give energy as if you are some kind of character and then they see you as some person who is not real and is more of a dream. Dreamy things often suit you. You look like a fairy. Makeup looks best on them.

🥳Sagittarius placements are soo funny. They always have the best jokes. And if you can laugh with anyone, it's them. But the funniest thing to me is that sometimes they also laugh at their own jokes.

🌙Moon in 6th house- can make you emotionally unstable and overly concerned about your health. Many times you can think the worst about situation. The moon here has a good instinct, but it can deceive you many times if you are too nervous. Your day often depends on how you feel. So your health also depends on your well-being.

🌵Mercury in 6th house- you can become obsessed with your treatment or think too much and research (when you are sick) what could be the cause and why it is so. It is good for these people to work on themselves and to do things that add as little stress to them as possible. Especially if you have a scorpion in this house.

🧸Taurus moon- they don't like to change the environment, and they don't like new people around them. They mostly like to stick with people they have known for a long time. I have the feeling that even if they see new people, they still like to stick with the old ones. It's the same with the Cancer moon - they are tied to emotion. On the connection they have with people. They do not like to change the people around them, because they feel that the new ones will never perceive them as emotionally as the old ones. It is difficult for them to let go of the emotion they feel for someone. Both moons are tied to a feeling of familiar. Both moons love someone they met in the past or childhood love can be at the forefront here many times.

🎈Aries & capricorn placements-these people are obsessed with winning in business. They will do everything just to be better than their competition, to prove to others that they are the best and that they can succeed. I won't lie these people can devote their lives to their careers.

💙Pluto in 1st house- These people will always have secrets that they will not confide in anyone. This is not about them lying, but their energy tends to keep their secrets to themselves, so as not to burden others. But the secrets you find out about them can be really, really dark. They can be dying in the hospital or have a serious illness and they won't tell anyone. These people are every strong inside.

🌞Leo placements -if they love you they will do anything for you. If they don't have you then they can be very selfish.

🍀Mercury in Virgo- analyze every situation and think a lot about how they acted. Many times when they tell a story, they go into detail. But it depends on where mercury falls in their house. If mercury is in the 3rd house then they will be very talkative and sometimes won't stop talking. If mercury is in the 12th house their thoughts will be more poetic.

💫 3rd house is house of gossip so people with a lot of planets here will be very interested in what others are doing or what is happening in the neighborhood.

🎸I think people with sagittarius placements can be very generous, passionate and devoted in love. People underestimate their love. They will give you all the love in the world. They will show you all their favorite places and everything that brings them happiness. They will want to travel and discover the world with you.

🔥Fire signs always wear colorful clothes or someting fiery. 🌊Water signs always wear something which is related to emotions (inscriptions or something that is emotional). 🪴Earth signs always wear simple and grounded clothes . Something that is appropriate for society. 🌬️Air signs always wear something cute and fun.

🪴People don’t talk about this but capricorns love nature, flowers, earth and gardening. They like something that is not related to people, work. Also cap risings many times they feel responsible for the people around them. They sound cold and can be stubborn, cruel and even rude, but inside they will always feel bad for people, even if they don't show it outwardly. If you really want to get to know them, you have to know that you have to hang out with them more than just once.

🎁5th house-the inner child-this house describes how you are as a child and how you can keep the child inside you. So thats why leos are child their whole life. They know how to keep passion alive. Planets here reflect the essence of this inner gift.

🌊The difference between a virgo and pisces rising is that virgo often worry and become anxious when something doesn't go their way or when they can present themselves to people. Many times they give more attention to others instead of themselves. Pisces don't worry so much about how they will stand out in front of others or how they look. They have a lot of illusion in them and many times this leads them to emit a different energy outwardly.

-Rebekah🩵💧