#But if you want to be cheeky in my ask box go ahead

[imminent-danger-came]

GOD OKAY. EVERYONE STAY CALM.

I've either been somewhat right or very very wrong, and I'm SO ready to find out which.

Okay so, imma write some last minute predictions for the special before I see any spoilers:

Mei V Azure fight (worried about why MK isn't there lol)

Subodhi gives them their cool Armor and or they have to forge it themselves

MK is revealed to have been some terrible eldritch abomination type thing pre-hatching from stone

Wukong DID know about MK the entire time.

SUN WUKONG V MK FIGHT SUN WUKONG V MK FIGHT WU-

MK (and maybe Macaque?) have to go into the broken scroll piece to mend the fracture from the inside (I'm thinking they'll have to reconsile the different parts of Wukong and his past)

Azure Lion betrays Yellowtusk and Peng in some way

Universe shatters more/the shattering that happens at the end of 4x10 is escalated

We are finally introduced to the underworld scroll group

Azure has a huge celestial Jade Emperor form

Everything is worse by the end of the special

More scary Monkey MK moments (light as a corrupting horror?)

"To pain" is mentioned at least once

I almost feel like something happens to Wukong or he doesn't get freed from the scroll by the end of the special

LBD jumpscare

The scroll piece selected at the very very beginning of 4x01 is expanded upon

Ne Zha's universal ring comes back (maybe even his flame tipped spear from 2x02 if that isn't retconned)

Past mistakes as a theme comes to the god damn forefront

AND THAT'S ALL I'LL WRITE FOR NOW. This might be a mistake, but if anyone wants to throw vague spoilers in my asks box or taunt me about the new specials, I'll welcome it! I won't be watching until the dub comes out (assuming the dub hasn't already come out sjsjsj), but I'm sooooo excited!

[animestsstuff2]

Prom Queen!

Yuji Itadori x Reader

Part 2!

Content warning: fluff, bit of crying

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“Oh im so excited Y/N! Aren’t you!” Nobara squealed as you sat together at lunch. She was in a giddy mood ever since Maki asked her yesterday to prom.

She was gushing profusely about how cute Maki was about it. She had bought her flowers and some of her favourite chocolates. Maki had been sending her cheeky glances all day today.

“Yeah I suppose..” you mumbled. You weren’t dying for someone to ask you but the thought of it did fill your teenage heart with warmth and make your stomach flutter.

“Do you want someone to ask you?” She hummed and your cheeks warmed as you thought about it, who even would ask you?

You were interested in boys but none were really interested in you. You had watched all today as different people were asked to prom. You puffed your cheeks out as you mulled over her question.

“Hmm. I mean, i guess I do a bit. Every girl wants to be asked but I don’t think anyone will” you mumbled mushing your food about.

“Hmm. I wouldn’t be so sure” Nobara giggled and your brow raised. She had that look in her eyes. A look you knew all too well.

“What are you up to Nobara-“ the bell rang and she quickly hopped up and rushed away waving her hand.

“Nothing! Don’t mind me. See you later!” You rolled your eyes and grabbed your bag.

You didn’t have any class. You began heading to the library to get ahead in some classes since you had prom tomorrow and would definitely be in no shape to do anything the day after.

You found yourself a table in the corner away from everyone else, opening your books up and grabbing a pen. You buried yourself deep into the lines of writing, jotting important notes as you read.

You hadn’t noticed the person who joined you until the cleared their throat and you jumped a bit. Your head snapped up to find Yuji. Your brows furrowed and you opened your mouth to tell him to go away when he spoke.

“Hear me out! Please” He bowed his head as he placed a small box in front of you with another larger box fulled with your favourite sweets. He straightened back up and you just stared at him.

“I’m sorry for whatever I have done to you Y/N! Please allow me to make up for it. I’ll do whatever you ask” His voice was hushed but you could hear the desperation within it as his round brown eyes stared into yours.

“Whatever you’ve done? As if you don’t know Yuji” you spat lip curling as you began packing your books.

“I-I don’t know! Thats the thing. You hate me so much but—I don’t know why” he whined as he grabbed your science textbook and held it to his chest.

“Yuji, give me my book” You were growing more and more agitated with him. You had made it so very clear that you did not want him to approach you but of course it gets round that people hate him so of course the perfect boy he is makes his ‘attempt’ at fixing things.

Because who could ever hate poor Yuji?

“No, not until you tell me why!” His raised voice gained a loud hush from the librarian. Your nose flared and skin warmed at his defiance.

“Y’really wanna know? What is this some sick prank? Because I got fed up years ago with your bullying Yuji” You snapped, teetering on whether to just lunge at him and wrestle the book from him.

“B-Bullying? I—No. i never bullied you” He stated eyes wider and mouth agape as he stared in shock.

“You tortured me every single time I was forced to go to your home. You pushed me, pulled me, broke all my toys. You pushed me from that damn treehouse!” Your cheeks were red with anger that was threatening to bubble out of you as your fingers curled around your bag strap.

“Wh-what? No—I never went in the treehouse as a kid. I was too scared” He defended himself and you scoffed.

“Stop lying Yuji. God, you’re so fucking full of yourself that you’ve deluded your own reality. You pushed me from that treehouse when we were seven and I got this” you raised your arm and pulled the sleeve up, showing him the white jagged line that stretched up the skin.

His brows raised and an ‘oh shit’ slipped past his lips. Your lips curled believing he finally crashed down from his high, high horse and remembered all the awful things he did to you.

“That was Sukuna. He did all that to you Y/N not me!” Yuji stated and you had enough. You snatched the textbook from his now limp grip and immediately took off.

Yuji scrambled after you grabbing the gifts and pulling at your bag. You tried to fight his grip but failed. There was no getting out of the grip of the star quarter back. Your eyes were wet with frustrated tears as your emotions were feverishly spilling over to reality.

“Y/N please. I never did those things to you. I have a twin brother called Sukuna. He used to tell me of a girl he picked on sometimes. I thought she was from school but it was you” His voice was low and sympathetic but it only drove you crazy. You were able to spin round and jab a finger into his chest.

“You’re ridiculous! You know that. A twin brother? I was at your home almost everyday. You don’t have a twin brother Yuji” Your wet eyes were wide, lips curled into a shocked smile as you jabbed his chest a final time.

Yuji quickly fished his phone out of his pocket. The box of sweets now crammed under his arm as he feverishly searched for proof. You sighed gathering yourself up and wiping your eyes. You sucked your lip in and went to turn and walk away when he yelped.

You glanced at the outstretched phone and your eyes widened. Your lip falling open as you stared at the screen that showed two Yuji’s. You glanced up at Yuji before pulling the phone from him and zooming into the photo. He did actually have a brother.

But that doesn’t prove anything. He could be using Sukuna as a fallback to try and make you believe him.

“Yeah? Well how do I know it was really Sukuna who was bullying me” You stated crossing your arms after forcing his phone back into his hand.

“B-Because! He told me all the time about what he did” He whined.

“Yeah well, how come I never seen you two together, like, ever” You asked.

“He had behavioural issues as a kid so my Grandfather often sent him away to a summer camp. He doesn’t go to this school either because of his issues” He informed you. His hands were white around his phone. His heart slamming in his chest as his cheeks tinted pink.

This was the longest you’d ever spoke to him!

You eyed him warily not really believing his story as there was no strong proof it really was Sukuna all these years. Yuji sensed your suspicions and quickly tapped his phone pressing it to his ear and talking.

“Sukuna, you remember Y/N from when we were kids” He pulled the phone to you and placed it on speaker.

“Y/N?…Y/—oh! That brat who I always teased when she came over” Sukuna’s voice was entirely different to Yuji’s. It was deep and gravelly and the sound of it made hair stand on your skin.

“Y-Yeah well, um—I was just wondering what happened in the tree house again?” Yuji sounded timid almost scared of Sukuna himself. Sukuna cackled through the phone and you felt tears gloss your lashes.

“Ah! That was hilarious. I managed to get her up by tellin’ her that her favourite little doll was up there—which it was..in pieces. Anyways, when she got up I pushed her back” Your throat grew dry at his description of what happened and You shook your head shuffling back on your feet.

Yuji’s heart dropped at your pale expression. He quickly hung up as you briskly took off. He was quick to follow however the bell had just rang and he watched you get swallowed into the sea of people.

He cursed as his hands dropped to his sides groaning and walking back into the doorway of the library to avoid getting swallowed too. He checked his timetable on his phone and almost leaped when he seen he had science with you.

He quickly rushed out barging past people to get there as soon as he could. He needed to apologise to you.

…

Yuji pushed the door open with a smile. His eyes narrowing in on your seat only to find it empty. His brows furrowed and he glanced over to his teacher.

“You’re late” Yuji didn’t say anything, didn’t try to apologise or conjure up an excuse. He simply turned on his heel and walked right back out, ignoring the yells of his teacher as he began scouring the halls for you.

He groaned as he headed back unable to find you anywhere! He even asked a few girls to check the women bathrooms. He turned the corner and landed his eyes on Nobara and Maki. His nose crinkling as he watched them make out.

“Uh—sorry to interrupt your gross pda but do you know where Y/N is?” He asked. Nobara’s head spun as her cheeks turned bright red.

“Y-Y/N? What do you want with her Yuji” She asked narrowing her eyes as Maki took a step back from her.

“I think i made her cry” he cringed as the words toppled out. Nobara’s eyes widened and her nose flared as she stepped forward raising her hand ready to pummel Yuji when Maki grabbed her.

“Woah spitfire. Yuji what did you do” Nobara was seething as she struggled against Maki in an attempt to lunge at Yuji.

“It wasn’t on purpose! I was going to ask her why she hated me and..y’know ask her to prom but she told me its cause I bullied her!” He told them his hands suddenly aware of the boxes in them.

“It was a big misunderstanding! My twin brother Sukuna was the one who hurt Y/N, not me” He explained but Nobara shook her head and flared her nostrils.

“A twin brother? What kinda lie is that Yuji” She turned her nose up at him.

“No really—“ he pulled his phone out and showed her the same photo he showed you and her eyes widened “I even called him and he admitted to Y/N that it was him”

“Ugh, you’re such a brainless idiot. Why even bother going near her” Nobara groaned as she dragged her hand down her face. Maki just grinned.

“Didn’t you hear? He has a little crush on your friend” Nobara simply rolled her eyes.

“I heard i just don’t understand why. You both never speak—“ Yuji opened his mouth to defend himself but Nobara continued “anyways, theres a few places she goes we can split up.

…

Yuji found himself scouring the football pitch outside. He had already checked the nurses office and the lower-class study hall. Nobara said you sometimes went underneath the bleachers if you really didn’t want to be found.

He ducked his head under and looked down each end pausing when his eyes fell on you, crouched low to the ground with your phone in your hand. He slowly walked up not wanting to startle you.

“Y/N—“ you quickly jumped up eyes wide and wet as they stared at Yuji who quickly stretched his hand out.

“Wait! Please. I wanna make sure you’re okay” He begged and moved closer now standing in front of you. Your sniffled made his heart drop.

“Go away Yuji. I want to be alone” you just sat back down pulling your knees to your chest. Yuji ignored your request and joined you.

“Im sorry for upsetting you Y/N. I just wanted to know why you hated me so I could make up for it” He mumbled shrugging his bag off as he turned his head towards you. You peeked a glance before returning your gaze straight.

“Why? Why even bother after all these years?” You mumbled. Yuji’s cheeks tinged pink and his ears warmed as his mouth drew dry.

Would he have to seriously admit right now why he bothered. He didn’t want to tell you about his crush like this!

“U-Um, well—I” he cleared his throat “IreallylikeyouandhaveforagesandIwantedtoaskyoutogotopromwithme!”

You turned your head to him brows furrowed as you repeated what he said in your head but couldn’t make sense of the rushed words. He sighed looking at your confused face.

“I-um, have had a bit of a crush on you since we were kids” he scratched the back of his neck as your eyes widened and your cheeks warmed “thats why I came to you in the library m’wanted to ask you to prom”

He held out the scuffed sweetie box as well as the smaller one. You carefully picked the smaller one up and slid it open. Your eyes widened further as you carefully picked up the shimmery silver bracelet with a pink gem as the center piece.

This whole day had been crazy. You laughed loudly which shocked Yuji and he turned as you dropped your head into your palms. The boy who you hated for bullying you turned out to have never done it and now he’s telling you you he likes you and wants to go to prom.

You were loosing it. You slid your palms down and placed the bracelet back into the box turning fully towards Yuji now. Your knees touching. His palms were sweaty as he looked at you. His skin warm and cheeks darkening.

“Yuji-I—I’m sorry for y’know how i’ve treated you all these years. I really didn’t know about Sukuna an-“

“Please don’t apologise Y/N! You had a good reason to hate me” He gave you a small smile which you returned. Your eyes drying.

You sat there for a moment just looking at each other. You didn’t feel any hatred towards him anymore now that you knew the truth. He wasn’t really that bad then everyone loved him for a reason and you liked a few of his friends.

“So-about prom? Y-You don’t have to say yes! Or anything but um-“ He trailed off wide eyes looking ay you for an answer and you remembered his question. Your stomach fluttered a bit.

You didn’t really know what to say. You never took an interest in boys as most didn’t have an interest in you. You truly believed you would go to prom alone but here was Yuji. A popular, well loved and sought after boy asking you to prom. Any girl would give to be in your position.

Your mouth was dry as you tried to think of an answer and Yuji caught your hesitance and interjected once more.

“We can make it a new start! As friends” His eyes crinkled as he smiled trying desperate to hide the slight disappointment and his nerves of being so close to you. His knee buzzed from where it touched yours and felt his skin prickle.

“Just friends?..” he nodded and you gave a small smile putting your hand out for him. “Okay Yuji as a new start”

He shook your hand but immediately pulled away and began apologising for how sweaty it was. You just giggled and stood up sticking your hand back out for him to take as you grabbed your bag.

He picked up the boxes and handed them both to you. Your cheeks warming as you thought of the bracelet inside. You headed out from under the bleachers hearing the familiar shrill of the bell as you walked back into the building. It was time to go home now anyways.

You found Nobara waiting at the front doors for you. Maki beside her along with Megumi, Yuta and Todo who waited for Yuji. You bumped Nobara who immediately began nosing into the boxes you had as you turned to Yuji and waved.

“Yuji! See you tomorrow!” His heart skipped at the smile on your face knowing he caused it. Todo’s mouth dropped open and even Megumi looked slightly surprised.

“She spoke to you?! She’s smiling at you!” Todo exclaimed as he grabbed Yuji’s shoulder.

Yuji just turned his head over to look at his friend and grinned with a shrug.

“Just a misunderstanding. Shes going to prom with me”

He couldn’t stop the giddy feeling that tingled up his spine and dropped into his stomach sending it fluttering the whole walk home. You liked him! Even as a friend but it was better than hating him anymore.

[novelant]

Dad's Bestfriend

Pairing: König x Fem! Reader

Summary: Your dad's best friend, your secret partner, comes over for movie night.

Genre: Fluff with a couple of suggestive comments

Words: 4.1k

Warnings: Suggestive comments, mentions of trauma but doesn't go into detail, VERY BAD GOOGLE TRANSLATED GERMAN

Reminder: This is purely fiction and will have no correlation to in game character or backstory

A/N: Have a König Fluff as my Birthday present for you.

Masterlist Here !!!

Your dads best friend König had come over for a movie night, just like he did every Friday. This time he decided he wanted to help you make the snacks, the both of you in the kitchen as your dad waited in the living room. “You know mein schatz, I’ve never seen you take something so seriously.” He teased, watching as you read the directions on the back of the brownie mix box deep in focus. He laughed, shaking his head as he walked over to you, seemingly wanting to help. You jumped slightly at the voice of König. Not noticing his appearance in the kitchen.

"Oh hi König." You look up smiling at the man wandering into the kitchen. “Oh don’t get all jumpy on me little one. I’m just asking if you need any help?” He laughed, putting a large hand on your back for a moment as he leaned down towards your reading level, checking out what you were doing. “Let me see here…Hmm…” he mumbled, reading the instructions out loud with exaggerated pronunciation. "hey don't say that. I didn't know you were here yet." You look at him studying the brownie box in your hand. "I promise you I've got this under control König." “Suuure, suuure. I don’t mean to assume you can’t cook a box of brownies. We all start somewhere after all.” He said, walking over to the fridge as he grabbed some eggs and milk off the shelf, tossing them over to you with a smirk.

“Mind getting those, will you?” He asked. "Being cheeky in my baking space." You roll your eyes and grab the eggs and milk from König. "I think I've got it from here. You can sit on the stools or with my dad if you want. I'm happy in here." “Oh but I’m no where near finished in ‘your baking space’.” He replied, walking closer towards you and putting a large hand on your shoulder. “Besides…I think I’m best being right behind you.” König smirked at you, slowly running his thumb over your collar bone with a slight chuckle.

"hey hey don't start now. Let me at least finish these brownies." You immediately shut down his advances. "Now go sit down." “Oh come on, kleiner. Let me help you with the brownies, they’ll taste better if I’m involved.” König moved your hand off the brownie mix so that he was now the one holding it, his tone was very much teasing. “Unless, of course, you don’t want me close to you for… other reasons.” He said with a smirk, slowly moving his hands towards your hips.

"You can help me but no touching. My dad could walk in at any moment to check on me." You hold his hand that's on your hip. "I'd like you to keep your hand there but again my dad is literally in the other room." “Well what’s so bad about your dad seeing us like this?' König smirked at you, moving your hand towards his own hip while still keeping yours in place. “So, schatz. Should we continue mixing this brownie mix or should we skip ahead a few steps?” "König. He doesn't know about this." You lower your voice to a whisper. You place your hand onto his hip with his guidance. "We should continue with the brownie. I was here for much longer than I'd like to admit." “Hmm…okay. Let’s get those brownies done before the oven preheats so we can hurry and move on to…other things.”

König smiled wide, his arm moving down your side towards your thighs and his hand moving away from yours so that he was in control of the hand placement. He walked you over to the oven, helping you adjust the temperature and timer as your hand remained on his hip. “Don’t worry. Once the oven beeps my sweet little schatz can taste the fruits of our hard work.” He said with a smirk. "König..." you whine giving him a little punch on his arm. You step closer to him and whisper in his ear... "I think you forgot you're here to have a movie night with my dad. We still have to do that." “Right, sorry. I got distracted.” He laughed, looking down towards you and smiling. Even at 6’7 König bent down slightly so that you could hear and see him better and placed his hand back on your hip, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing softly on your skin. “I was just enjoying the view a little.” He whispered. "Yeah I think you did a little bit." You giggle.

You turn back to finish making the brownie mix and put it into the oven. König smiled with a nod, leaning against the counter to watch you cook. His eyes darting across your body at random intervals and his hand still on your hip. After a while of baking, the oven beeped and his eyes caught yours, a smile pulling at the corner of his lip. “Oh, mein schatz.” He spoke softly, his eyes still on you as he ran his free hand through his hair. You go to grab the brownies out of the oven and place them on top of the oven to cool. "I'm going to set up the living room for the movie. You can come with me if you want." "I think I will.” König nodded at you, stepping away from the counter and walking away from the oven towards you. He looked you up and down, and while you were shorter than him by a few inches you could tell by the way he looked at you that he admired your form.

“What are we watching tonight?” He asked. You grab some snacks and some blankets before turning back around to König. "I'm not sure yet. I'm going to wait for my dad so we can all make a decision." “Okay.” König nodded at you. “In the meantime let me ask you a very important question.” König looked you directly in the eyes with a smirk as he spoke. “Is it alright if I join you under those blankets?” "Hmm I think I can allow that." Before turning on your heel and heading to the living room to rejoin your dad.

König stayed quiet as he followed you back into the living room, his hand still casually resting on your hip. The two of you joined your dad and sat down on the sofa ready for the movie. As the movie begins, the room falls silent, the three of you focusing on the movie. König leans into you and snuggles up next to you as you cuddle up with the blanket and snacks. “Is it alright if I put my arm around you?” He whispered in your ear, waiting for your response. "Don't make it too obvious." You whisper back. “You’re not fun sometimes, you know that?” He teased, laughing softly. He placed an arm around your neck and pulled you into his body comfortably, wrapping the other arm around you while his free hand fiddled with one of your fingers. "Hey I know that but he doesn't know about what we have going on." You nudge him. “Are you sure this is something you’d like to keep concealed from your father?” He whispered, leaning down so that you could hear him better. “This is the sort of thing we should be able to be open about. After all mein schatz, I’d do anything for you.”

He moved his hand from your finger, rubbing along your arm with his larger hand while staring into your eyes with a soft smile. "You're his friend, I'm his daughter I don't think he would approve." You fiddle with his fingers. "I would love to show this to the world but the approval of my dad is very important to me." “Of course, of course, your father is certainly a very important man in many ways.” König lifted his hand from your arm and moved to your cheek, his hand rubbing your soft skin gently as he stared deeply in your eyes. “Maybe someday, we can be open about this...in due time.”

He leaned in closer towards you, his body facing so that his hips were touching yours. With your faces inches apart the man gave you a soft smile, his fingers stroking your face and cheek. "König..." you scolded him under a whisper. "My dad's right there." “Oh I’m just leaning in close. There’s nothing wrong in that.” He said with a smirk. He knew exactly what he was doing. He moved his hand away from your cheek and back to your hip, using it to slightly pull you closer towards him. You shift slightly closer to him. With the cover of the blanket hoping your dad doesn't notice the moment you're having with his friends on the other sofa. “You look so beautiful tonight,”König whispered, his voice so soft you could barely hear him. “Especially sitting here next to me, in the warmth of this blanket we share.” König smiled again, leaning in towards you so that his body was completely against yours. Slowly he lowered his head until your shoulders were just barely touching, his breath tickling your neck. "aww König you're too sweet to me."

You slightly shiver at the feeling of his breath on your neck. Leaning slightly further into his body. “Do you think you’d enjoy being here next to me for more than just tonight?” König continued, his breath tickling your skin. He moved his hand to your neck, rubbing it in a gentle and soft manner. “I was wondering, you see…if you’d like to be here with me every night…” You look at him eyes slightly widened at his ask "I would love that but we would have to tell my dad." You whisper resting your head on his shoulder. "Could we do that once the movie ends. I think I'm ready." König nodded at you, smiling as you rested your head on his shoulder. “Of course. We can talk to your father after the movie, I’m more than willing.” König sighed, still having a hand wrapped around your neck, moving it down towards your back. König gave you a gentle squeeze, his other hand caressing your lower back as you sat against him. “You don’t have anything to be worried about schatz. We will always be okay, together.” "Thank you König, you might have to help me tell him. I might fall apart." You continue to whisper to him “That’s quite alright.” He replied, smiling down at your head. “Even if you do fall apart, ich bin für dich da. I’ll be there for you.” He moved both of his hands to your back, rubbing them up and down. “I’m sure everything will be fine, schatz. It will just be the two of us after tonight and your father is very open minded, na ja?" "That's true I think I'm overthinking this." You turn to continue to watch the rest of the movie cuddled into König. “Of course you’re overthinking.” König laughed, squeezing you even tighter. “Your Vater will be just fine when he finds out about us.”

The movie finishes and the credits are rolling, silence taking over the room. Your father, who had been watching the movie, turns to face you both. “So, how are you both doing?” Your father asks, smiling. König turns to you and speaks softly but at a normal volume now. “Shall we tell him?” "I don't know. I'm overthinking this too much." König sighed. “Alright. I’m just going to do it and trust that you’ll be calm once I tell your father.” He took a deep breath and turned so that he was facing your father. “Your daughter and I, wir sind zusammen.” Your father looked down at the two of you, nodding with a calm smile. “Mein Gott, I’m happy for both of you.” Your father stood up, placing his hand on König’s shoulder. “It’s always good to hear that my daughter is happy.” You smile at both König and your dad, relief overcomes you happy that he now knows about you two. Your father hugged you, embracing you with a wide smile on his face “Thank you meine Tochter for telling me. I am very happy that you found love.”

König sat back down and put his arm back around you, smiling at your father and leaning down to whisper to you. “See, what did I tell you? Your father is very understanding and happy for you schatz. "I know I was just worried for nothing I guess." You lean into his embrace. “It’s alright, mein schatz. Your worries were reasonable but your Vater has shown he does not mind this arrangement at all.” König smiled at your father, shaking his head slightly. “I must say, this man has a big heart for being so forgiving for his daughter.” Your father laughed, nodding his head as he looked back at the television “Thank you both for telling me. I’m so very happy you both found happiness and love, especially after what this world has put you both through.” "Thank you dad. I'm so glad you're happy for me even though it's not the most conventional. I love you so much." “Do not worry, meine Tochter. I am a very open minded person, especially when it comes to the things my daughter gets up to. And this, if I might say so, is quite sweet.” Your father smiled up at you, looking at you and König snuggled up together.

“Do you want any tea or coffee?” He asked. “Yes please Papa.” You replied before looking to König. “What would you like?” "I'll have a coffee please Papa. König anything for you?" You look up at him waiting for his response. “Just coffee for me as well." König smiled up at your father and then looked back to you. “Schatz..? I think your father wants to have a private word with you, at least that’s the vibe I’m getting.” You looked towards your father with a confused expression and König moved to stand.

“I’ll be waiting for you.” He murmured softly. "I'll be back my love. Just stay here I shouldn't be too long." You kiss his lips and head to the with your dad to make the coffee. “Alright meine schatz, I’ll be here.” König smiled at you and remained on the far end of the couch after you left, looking towards your father as you and him walked out of the room. You walk into the kitchen following in after your father closing the door closing behind the two of you.

”Meine Tochter, ich muss etwas mit dir reden.” Your father whispered, looking down at you with a sincere and worried expression. "Was ist los, papa?" you respond to him. “I’m a little worried about you and König being together.” Your father started the conversation, the two of you sitting at the table together. “I know you’re both adults and you deserve to be happy, but I’m worried that this connection between you two is just a result of your trauma. I know you’re hurting and you’re looking for comfort. And he is so kind to be there for you. I just wanted to say that I’m worried this is a short term thing, not long-term.” "I know Papa but it's really not. We have an actual connection. There is a chance it's through our shared trauma but we care about each other really deeply." “I see. I’m just worried that this is all just a part of the healing process. You know I have your best interests at heart and I want to protect you from harm.” Your father sighed and then sat quietly for a bit, staring at you with a concerned look.

“Can I ask you something?” He finally whispered. “It’s just that...I’m a bit worried about his intentions. He may just be wanting you because you two can connect over your shared traumas.” Your father looked down at you, biting his lip. “I’m sorry but I’m just looking out for you. I need you to remember that wir sind hier if you ever need me. Oder?” 'Natürlich.” König chimed in from the other room, his tone quiet and soft. "I know Papa." You hug him before hearing König from the other room. “I do love you, meine schatz, even if I’m over protective.” Your father whispered. You hugged him back, nodding your head slowly.

In the adjacent room, König spoke up again loudly enough to hear his voice, “I’m just here to be by your side, meine schatz. I will always be there to support you.” You look at the open door laughing softly at your boyfriend's voice. "I know you are meine schatz" you respond loud enough so he can hear it too. König smiled to himself and walked over to the open door. “Schatz, if I may…I do love you with all my heart and I hope that you can see yourself with me in the long run." “Ich wünsche mir nur das Beste für dich, meine Tochter. Du bist ein gutes Mädchen, das sich um nichts sorgen muss. Ich möchte nur dein Glück sehen.” "I can meine liebe I love you so much." You turn to your dad. "I'm so glad I have your approval even though you have your doubts about us." “Do not misunderstand your father.” König chuckled softly, leaning against the wall near the door. “He is very understanding and accepting.” Your father still talked with you quietly.

“Ich glaube dir, meine Tochter. Du bist so wie du bist und das ist gut. Du bist ein wirklich gutes Mädchen.” He sighed and looked down at you, smiling. “Aber ich bin nur ein Vater, der sein Kind liebt. Ich bin nur besorgt, dass es richtig und dass es aufrichtig ist.” "I know König I understand what he's saying though." You smile up at him. Turning back to your father and speaking quietly. "You'll always be worried Papa and that's okay but you can trust me with this one and I can assure you of it" “I know, meine Tochter. And ich glaube dir. It is always good to be worried about the ones you love. Do not hold this against me. Now, can I have a kiss? You know how much I enjoy my küsse.”

Your father laughed quietly, placing his hands on your cheeks and bringing you in for a tight hug. You hug and kiss your father knowing he finally approves of your relationship with his friend. You look over to König who's smiling at the interaction hoping he's also thinking the same thing as you. König looked over to you with a smile on his face. He was glad to see you so happy and to know that your father approved of the relationship he had with you. “Meine schatz, it looks like he’s finally given us his blessing.” He said, coming up beside you. “Do you want to head back into the other room and watch another movie?” "I think he has. Let me make us all the coffee we were going to have and we can go back in and watch another movie." König nodded and smiled. “Alright. I’ll be waiting with your father in the other room.”

König started to walk back into the living room, turning to your father. “Was schön das er uns akzeptiert.” Your father smiled back at König and nodded. “Natürlich mein Freund. Ich will nur, dass meine Tochter glücklich und sicher ist!” The two of them talked in their natural tongue for a bit, laughing and joking as you made the coffee. You make the coffee smiling at the two men speaking in their native tongue. Finishing up the three coffees you head back into the living room and place them on the table in the middle of the room. The two men are still chatting in their native tongue. König turned to you as you set down the coffee mugs and then looked back to your father, who spoke briefly in German before switching to English. “Meine Tochter would you mind if König stayed here tonight?” Your father spoke softly, turning to you with a concerned expression. “I don’t want you to get a cold coming home, das ist nicht gut für dich.” König smiled at you sweetly, speaking up once more.

“Mir ist es egal. Ich bin froh dass ich hier bleiben kann.” "Papa of course König can stay the night it is extremely cold outside." “Thank you meine Tochter. You are so kind.” Your father turned back to look at König. “Natürlich kannst du hier bleiben, König. Ich werde ein Schlafzimmer für dich leeren.” König nodded, still smiling at you as your father went upstairs to make room for the two of you.

“We should probably get you to bed meine Schatze unless we want to cuddle all night. Which is actually what I would prefer.” "Cuddling all night sounds amazing meine liebe as long as you're here with me I have no care." You give him a quick kiss on the lips. König looked down at you, smiling. “Cuddling sounds like a nice way for us to spend the rest of our evening. I’m afraid you’ll get cold if you stay up much longer,” he added in a light teasing tone. “Komm, ich möchte, dass wir die Nacht zusammen verbringen.” König moved his hand to your back, rubbing it in a gentle and loving manner before starting to walk to your room, turning around to look at you. “Are you coming?” "Yeah just quickly tidying the living room then I'll be there okay." “Okay meine schatz. I’ll be waiting. Please hurry, as I think both of us want to get into bed together. Nicht war?”

König smiled and winked at you as he turned around to face forward and start walking back towards your room again, still rubbing your back affectionately. He was ready for bed and to spend the rest of the evening in cuddles with his sweet princess. You quickly tidy the bowls and cups from the living room into the kitchen and head up to your room where König is waiting. “You ready meine Liebe?” König looked back and smiled warmly up at you as you entered the room. You looked back to see your room had been prepared with sheets and pillows for you two, although some of your old possessions are still littered around the room. König walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, placing his hands on your hips and looking down at you with a loving smile. “Come my Schatz. I want to be in your arms as you fall asleep.”

You quickly grab your night clothes and get changed in the bathroom before heading back to your room to rejoin König in bed. König lay down comfortably on your bed, pulling the blankets back for you as you got out of the bathroom. He laid there for a few seconds before calling out to you. “Meine schatz, komm hier. Es ist ganz gemütlich. He smiled at you patiently, looking forward to snuggling up with his love. You get into bed whispering in his ear. "I know it's comfortable my love. You're here now." “Es ist immer gemütlich, wenn wir zusammen sind.” König snuggled up next to you under the blankets, smiling softly. “Schlafen Sie gut meine liebe. Ich liebe dich.” König began to gently brush and caress your hair, rubbing your neck and your back in the process and speaking softly. “Gute Nacht, meine kleine Schatze, bis morgen.” You quietly laugh at his tired voice falling back into his native tongue "Gute Nacht Liebling, ich liebe dich sehr." You feel yourself drifting off to sleep with him rubbing your neck. “Ich liebe dich auch sehr meine Schatze. Gute Nacht, meine kleine Fräulein, sweet dreams.”

König closed his eyes and embraced you tightly, slowly drifting off himself as he took care of you in sleep. His voice was soft and comforting as he caressed you and spoke sweetly. You didn’t see him fall asleep but when you woke the next morning he was no longer next to you in bed. You could hear soft footsteps and quiet voices coming from the kitchen, your father and König. You turn onto your back smiling at yourself finally happy for the first time in a while.

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[anomaly-hivemind]

Beauty Session | W/ Tengen Uzui & Child! Reader

Flufftober Masterlist, Demon Slayer Masterlist

Word count:894

Tengen relaxed his hand as he tried to paint his nails with his mouth.

Slow and steady, that’s it, slow and steady…

“Daddy! Daddy!” C/N called out, their little feet pattering on the floor. Before Tengen could prepare the child barreled into his body.

“Oof- C/N!” Tengen grumbled as he tried to keep the brush in his mouth. He looked down at the small human who looked up at him with a toothy grin. Then he looked at his nails and grimaced, smudged. He wrapped his arm around the child to secure them from falling back and used his hand to take the brush from his mouth and precariously tried to close the bottle.

“Daddy, mama said I could do your eye makeup today, come-one daddy lemme do it,” they said, their lips quivering and their eyes getting big and she pleaded with their father.

“Okay, okay,” Tengen said, patting his child's head. Tengen looked through his box of “man-kup” as Suma called it. He pulled out a thin brush and a small red pot liner.

“Now Mommy Hinatsuru should be in the kitchen and ask her for a cup of water,” Tengen said, placing the items down on the table.

“Okay!” C/N quickly ran down the halls, their tiny feet thundering through the halls.

“C/N don’t run, I don't want you to get hurt!” Suma called as she passed by in the hallway.

“Tengen-sama I think I got everything but do you have anything that needs to be washed?” Suma asked, balancing a basket on her hip as she adjusted the baby on her back.

“No, everything was in the basket,”

“Okay then,”She said before walking away.

C/N slowly walked back into the room, staring intently at the cup.

“Here you go daddy, what did you need water for?”

“Thanks so much,” Tengen said as he started drinking the water.

C/n took that as a personal attack, ‘I can’t believe him! “Daddy you’re being mean!” C/n huffed.

“Hey. Hey now don’t get all upset, I didn't just want a drink of water,” Tengen turned the cup over the pot-liner and a single drop of water fell out.

“Now you can use these.” Tengen said, handing off the brush to the child.

C/n eagerly took the brush from Tengens hand and swirled around the soft bristles in the red liquid.

“Don’t use too much now, a little goes a long way,” Tengen said, holding the miniscule pot steady.

C/N only gave a hum in reply as they drew lines extending out from Tengen’s eye. Teengen remained as still as possible as C/N’s small hand brushed against their face.

“Shit.” The six-year-old said plainly as they looked back and forth from their hand to their father’s face where they smudged the liner.

“Hey, you shouldn’t say that, where did you even hear that word?”

“Inosuke-san.” Tengen simply sighed at their answer, that boy could spout off profanities like no other.

“Please don’t repeat anything he says, okay C/N,”

“Okay, Daddy.” C/N said as they started to rub their hand on their clothes.

“Don’t wipe it off on your clothes either.” Tengen sighed as he caught their hand.

“What’s going on here; got a little beauty session going on?” Makio asked as she leaned in the doorframe; Hibiki, their two-year-old son came up and pulled on the hem of Makio’s yukata, Makio looked down and picked up the young boy.

“Um yeah, can you get a damp rag, for C/N’s hands… and my face,” Tengen asked, still holding C/N’s hand.

“You got it,” Makio said as she walked away with Hibiki on her hip.

Shortly after Makio returned and wiped the red pigment from C/N’s small pudgy hands as well as Tengen’s face.

“Be careful this time," C/N’s Makio said as she sat down on the opposite side of the table with Hibiki in her lap.

“Here to watch the show?” Tengen asked with a cheeky grin.

“Yep, go ahead C/N make Daddy look really beautiful , ah- excuse me, flashy,” Makio said leaning back onto her palms Hibiki mindlessly played with her loose hair.

Tengen let out a sign as C/N giggled excitedly and got back to drawing lines and circles on his face.

…

“All done!” C/N proclaimed with a proud smile.he looked over to makio who was holding her hand to her mouth as she tried not to laugh.

Tengen picked up his hand mirror to expect C/N’s work. The results were… something to say the least. The Lines were much too thick and often slightly wavy along with the circles looking like messily filled crumpled ovals. It was by no means terrible but it wasn't exactly what Tengen would wear on his face for an excursion outside of their home. He of course couldn’t tell C/N that however.

“Aww, it looks awesome kid!” Tengen smiled, patting C/N’s head affectionately.

“Really?” C/N asked with a starry look in their eye.

“Really,” Tengen said affirmatively.

“Well since you’re all ready for your day I suppose you don't mind going to and picking up some items for dinner, I mean you’re so fast it’ll get done in no time… ‘What?!”

“Go on now, you can bring your little beautician along with you,”

[scaradooche]

Lovesick

“Oh, hi.” you say not expecting to see him here. Honestly you weren’t expecting to see him at all. When you first found out the he went to this school you wanted to find him and actually have a proper conversation with him but now that you have the opportunity to speak with him you lost all confidence.

He gives you a sincere chuckle. “Hi, you don’t mind if sitting here, right?”

“Ah, no I don’t mind at all.” you say giving him a friendly smile. You can see him return the gesture which only gets you a little flustered. You decide to brush off the feeling. When you finally are able to get over the feeling you notice that he was getting something from his backpack a notebook and a pen.

“Are you actually planning on doing work.” you ask him now feeling a little dumb that you were just drawing instead of doing actual work.

“Hm, no I just brought some stuff out just in case for some reason Ms. Cordez decides to come back in.”

“Oh, gotcha, um can I ask you a question?”

“Go ahead.”

“So like are you perhaps still mad at me for making your little brother cry..” you ask hesitantly.

He laughs at your question which leaves you a little confused. You’re not quite sure why he’s laughing and you’re not quite sure why he’s not responding. It’s genuine question that needs a genuine answer to it. After a while of you just staring at him laughing he finally decides to speak.

“Hm, y’know I’ve actually talked to my brother about what happened after I dmed you. He says he found it quite funny now that he looks back at it. So to answer your question no I’m not mad at you.” He says with what seems like a genuine smile.

“Ah, glad to know that he’s not scared of me.” you say with a awkward smile plastered on your face. You can’t help but feel that this conversation seems stiff, awkward and forced. You can also tell that he feels it to when he’s brings up a question perhaps trying to make small talk with you but honestly that’s just more awkward in your opinion.

“Y’know I never got your full name.”

“Y/n L/n, how bout you?”

He gives you a cheeky grin and answers.

“Ajax.”

Some how with just one question a whole conversation happens in a blink of an eye. You find out a bunch of things about Ajax. You find out that for some odd reason he goes by three names Ajax, Childe, and Tartaglia. He told you that he favors the name Childe the most but he wouldn’t mind if you called him Ajax. Something else that you found out about Childe was that he was family guy and adored his siblings so much. You also found out that he’s a varsity football player. All of this new found information about him was really interesting to hear. For some reason you wanted learn more about him. So that’s what you did.

Throughout the conversation you let him do most of the talking. You find his voice soothing and relaxing and you can honestly listen to it all day his voice is the type of voice you could never get tired of listening to but you did talk occasionally when he asked you questions. Honestly this conversation was more one sided with him doing all the talking but you don’t think he minded it since the whole time he talking he had huge smile plastered all over his face. It reminded you of a puppy.

Unfortunately for you they are right when they say time does fly by faster when you’re having fun because before you knew it the two hours passed by and the door opened their stood Ms. Cordez. For some odd reason your actually happy you got detention. Getting the chance to talk to Childe was nice and refreshing in a way.

“The two hours are over and all of you may finally leave. I left your phones in a box over there and you may find your phone and leave. Have a great Friday.” and with that she takes off clearly not wanting to be here anymore. Before you can stand up and grab your phone Childe hands you something.

“Here.”

“Hm, what’s this?”

“My number.” he says with a sly grin on his face. He doesn’t let you get another word out before he gets up and just leaves. You look like a idiot just standing there with a dumb grin all over your face but you couldn’t really care less at the moment.

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3.0: Jk I love you Ms. Cordick

Fun Facts + A/N:

Said it would probably come out as the same day as the last one I lied srry

Most likely grammar mistakes

Pls check out last chapter I fixed it up

Y/n is more confident online than irl 😓

Only 1 fun fact cus I’m tired af and can’t think of any more 😞😔

[nanaooyoo]

nct haechan oneshot

Haechan’s tired after their concert and wants a massage. This is just a short thing I wrote, barely an imagine barely a time stamp. Lmk if I should write after tour blurbs for any other members or any ideas you have. Should I expand on this? Anyways enjoy✨

warnings/headsup: none really • fluff • slightly suggestive • short • not really proofread • gender neutral reader • 1.1k words

Helping Hands: Haechan x Reader pt.I/I

1:27am

“Seriously babe I feel like I’m going to collapse! Everything hurts all over…” Haechan whines as he drags his feet entering the hotel room. He drops a duffel bag off of his arm and onto the floor without a second thought.

You smile a bit, a tinge of sympathy on your face as you follow your boyfriend into the room. Though he’s prone to exaggeration, you know there’s an element of truth to what he’s saying. Maybe he triggered the fever a little too hard towards the end there, or actually sprained a wrist dancing in that glass box while telling you all to quiet down. Dancing is hard and takes a lot of energy and you know Haechan isn’t the kind of guy to ever go easy if it’s for the fans. You feel bad for him but proud at the same time. You want to tell him how special and talented he is but instead you say:

“Well, you shouldn’t over exert yourself.” You say picking up his duffel bag and neatly placing it out of the way of foot traffic.

“Yeah I know.” He says. He goes to drag a large squishy brown leather chair turning it towards the large window overlooking the city and plopping down onto it. “Just trying to make it a good show. The best show! Every time…”

“I’m worried about you Haechannie. It’s not like you’ve been feeling your best lately.”

“I’m fine… I’ll be fine”. He trails off. He takes off his black sweatshirt that matches his black sweatpants and places it on the arm rest of the chair. He tugs at the white t-shirt he has on, trying to create a current of air between the fabric and his skin.

“Are you sure you wanted to skip dinner with the guys? Or do you just want to go to sleep? Should I run you a bath? Or maybe you just want to get into bed… do you wanna get into bed?” You had a tendency to worry a bit too much ever since your partner had a bit of a health scare.

“I just wanted to spend time with you love.” He laughs leaning back into the cushy seat and sighing. “But if you really want to make me feel better you could give me a massage.” He says.

You scoff a bit just imagining the cheeky smile on his face as he’s turned away from you. You can almost make out the smirk in the reflection of the glass as you approach. “Ok fine” you say, feigning more annoyance than you actually feel.

“Thanks babe, my shoulders are killing me.” Haechan says getting even more comfortable in his chair.

You trudge up behind him and peer over the head rest before Haechan meets your gaze and gives you an expectant look. You gently place you hands on his shoulders and give them a little squeeze. He winces a bit and closes his eyes so you pause. A second later his eyes are still closed but he gives you the silent go ahead to continue. A little nod prompts you to squeeze harder. Haechan’s eyebrows knit together as he takes a sharp inhale with almost every movement of your fingers, pushing and prodding and massaging at his shoulder blades. He’s enjoying it that’s for sure. Almost a little too much.

“Should I stop”? You ask, fake concern in your voice. You continue to slowly work your fingers along his clavicle and then just above his tricep making sure to really press the pads of your fingers into the skin.

“No, keep going…” your boyfriend replies, still unable to open his eyes as if he’s under some sort of spell, entranced by the expert movement of your massaging hands.

“I feel like I might be hurting you.” You say half joking, pressing harder.

“You are… but I… I like it” he trails off again as you lean over the headrest pressing your elbow into the base of his neck. He lets out a low groan as if quietly begging for more.

“Sir you seem to have a lot of tension built up in your muscle here and here. It’s not good to keep things bottled up like that for so long”. You tease. Haechan was always one for a bit of role play.

“Oh really? Well I’m not surprised I’ve been on the road for months and haven’t seen my partner since I left. Poor thing, living without me for so long. Im sure they’re just as tense and pent up as I am.”

“Your partner sounds very lucky. I’m sure they are missing you quite a bit”. You say, voice a little lower, hands a little softer as they trail downward a bit landing squarely flat again Haechan’s chest. You leave them there for a moment just sensing the rising and falling of his breath. Then you start to pull away.

“Wait?” Haechan reaches back to grab one of your arms. He’s still seated with eyes still closed. “I said I wanted you to keep going.” He whines, tightening a grip on your wrist and pulling your hand back over his shoulder and onto his chest. You look forward at his reflection in the window. He looks so relaxed almost half asleep. Head tilted to the side legs wide apart. “We were just getting to the good part.”

“What’s the good part?” You ask.

Haechan just snickers a bit at your willful ignorance. And starts to inch your hand lower and lower down his chest millimeter by millimeter, inch by inch, closer to his stomach. “Well mostly the whole thing is good, but you know…the good part”

You let out parallel laughs as you free your hand from his grip. “C’mon hotshot, you’re barely awake as is we can continue this tomorrow or something”.

“Seriously?”

“Yes seriously! The guys’ll be back any minute and I’m not gonna be in here caught with our pants down.”

“You’re no fun! Who says I don’t want to be caught with my pants down!”

“Yeah yeah whatever. If you get into bed I’ll massage you until you fall asleep”

Your boyfriend stands up as fast as a half asleep twenty something can stand up and worms his way into the covers of the large hotel bed. He lays back and smiles over at you. “Okay, ready”. He says like a child preparing really good bedtime story

You hop up onto the bed kneeling next to him and give him a small peck on his forehead, and then his nose, and then his lips. You place your hands back onto his shoulders and start to work your magic again as Haechan gently starts dozing off.

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[incensuous]

LYNEY & LYNETTE (GENSHIN)

[CRASHES INTO YOUR LIVING ROOM] GREETINGS, I'M HERE TO TALK ABOUT OUR LORD AND SAVIORS, LYNEY AND LYNETTE

As you can imagine, they are not canon, but I'd argue they are the closest we have to siscon/brocon in all of Genshin. And the only playable twins (aside from Aether and Lumine)!!

Also, the post is gonna detail all about the new Fontaine quest, so SPOILERS ahead!

In the newest story quest, we first meet Lynette and shortly after her brother, Lyney. Right out the gate, it's clear they're very close. This is honestly the ONLY time a sibling relationship is this front and center, despite Genshin having other playable siblings. Lynette gives me tsundere vibes, and Lyney is your typical cheeky, charismatic magician. Lyney mentions he's surprised Lynette is talking to the player, as his sister typically only talks to him. We tease Paimon, our companion, for being talkative enough for the both of us.

We take a ride together and, Lyney mentions it gets boring seeing the same scenery, and out of the blue, Lynette responds, "So you mean it's still boring even when I'm riding with you?" It's a strangely jealous sounding question, and considering Lynette is a bit deadpan and tsundere, I take it as Lynette wanting to get a response out of her brother. (Spoiler, this isn't the only time she says something like this!) Lyney is embarrassed and responds, it's because Lynette doesn't talk much, and how it feels like being at home, with just the two of them.

When we learn of a decades old case in Fontaine, revolving around young missing women, Lyney turns very serious and says, "I just imagined for a second what I would do if Lynette were to suddenly disappear... I'd pay any price to get her back and then find a way to track down the culprit." This is actually a bit of foreshadowing for what we learn about their backstory later on.

During the events of the game where Lyney is accused of murder and kidnapping a young woman (connected with the case of young missing women), we find out the twins are not just your friendly neighborhood magicians, but they are also working for the Fatui--an enemy faction, who have their roles behind many international plots. This upsets us but we still decide to defend Lyney and Lynette.

To prove their innocence, Lyney and Lynette reveal how their magic trick of swapping places with an audience member is done. Part of the trick involves Lynette briefly exiting the original box, disguised as Lyney, to pretend the swap hadn't worked, before Lyney steps out of the correct box and wows the audience. Lyney says, "I mean, we are twins. All it takes is a change of clothes and no one can tell who's who, hehe." The twins are twinning!!!

Lyney reveals their tragic backstory, of how they became street orphans after their parents died. To provide for the two of them, he observed a street magician and learned a few tricks. He mentions, "But, I didn't want my sister to remain a street rat together with me forever." The way he words it feels so selfless--he's thinking of Lynette before himself. While they're twins, he's definitely her older brother, and in the Japanese dub, Lynette calls him "onii-chan" WHICH IS INSANELY CUTE.

The two of them became popular enough as street performers, they caught the attention of a rich noble, who adopted them.

Their sad story doesn't end there. Lyney explains the noble basically paraded them around in his social circles as entertainment. One night, Lyney realizes Lynette is not in the car with him to go home and waits for her all night. When she doesn't return, Lyney asks the noble about her and is told someone had taken a liking to Lynette. And so, the bastard actually gave his sister away. As a gift.

I'll note here this is pretty intense for a Genshin scenario. The game is relatively PG, and while murder, etc, is talked about, and there are innuendos galore, we've never had straight up sexual abuse hinted at (as far as I know).

Lyney manages to find the location of his sister and sets out to save her. We see how young they are in this screenshot and by this time, they've already gone through this scenario--it's wild!!

By the time Lyney gets there, Arlecchino has already killed the piece of shit noble and saved Lynette, along with several other young orphan girls found in the basement. They mention no harm had come to Lynette yet. Arlecchino is a Fatui Harbinger, and has an incredibly ruthless demeanor, but she does run the House of the Hearth, seemingly full of orphans she's recruited. She offers the two of them to join the House of the Hearth and is referred to as "Father" by the orphans.

I think Lyney and Lynette do get close to the other children, but in particular, they seem close with Freminet, and even introduce him as their younger brother. I love them!!!

This has been a monster post, and I haven't even gotten to the text lore or their personal quest. I'll save that for a part 2, but even though this post is excessive, I just NEEDED to absolutely gush how cute they are.

[bumblekastclips]

KYLE CROUSE: Here's a question from rabbithaver. "So in the past you've talked about who would hit below the belt in a fight, and that got me thinking... if it really came down to it in close-quarters combat, who would be most likely to just start biting? I think we can put Sticks and Mangey down as 'would bite before trying anything else,' and with Surge it's not a question of 'would she bite' but rather, 'how many fingers would you lose?' But what about the rest of the cast? Would Silver's post-apocalyptic survival instincts kick in? Would Sonic sink that low? Would Shadow?"

IAN FLYNN: No to the hedgehogs, but Knuckles would. He absolutely would. KYLE: Knuckles would? [laughing] Knuckles would chew- Knuckles chews on everything! He'd eat the whole arm! [gnawing noises] IAN: And shoot, it's actually a move in Vector's kit outta Heroes, so we know Vector bites. KYLE: [cheeky] How dare you! Vector does not bite. Vector is a- Vector is a good person. Vector is a good character. He doesn't bite! IAN: With a crushing bite force! KYLE: Oh, okay, you mean physically actually bites. Got it, got it. IAN: [Vector voice] "Nobody escapes the long jaws of the law! [chewing noises]" KYLE: [laughs] Delicious. IAN: I don't know if Zomom counts 'cause I think he's just trying to consume everything. It's not really a 'bite' so much as 'eat.' KYLE: [Zomom voice] "Consume..." IAN: Consume... KYLE: Let's see... I think that might be about it... What about Silver? What- would Silver do it? IAN: Nah. KYLE: Like eventually, if he got des- desperate enough? IAN: I don't think so. I think he's... because he is a telekinetic, I think he thinks fully cerebral in terms of fighting. It's always an outside object. I don't think it would clue in to him that he could do something. I don't think he'd even throw a punch. [chuckles] KYLE: [chuckling] What about- what about Blaze? IAN: Now- KYLE: Go ahead, sorry. IAN: Just imagine, y'know, Knuckles is losing his patience trying to teach him. [Knuckles voice] "Okay, in a fight, first you make a fist... make a f- Silver, close your hand. There you go. Now, move your fist forward. Don't throw the rock! Just move your hand- I have no patience with you, kid!" KYLE: [chuckling] Silver has no fighting skills. None whatsoever. [laughing after reading chat] He has no hands. Silver has no hands! IAN: They finally compromise, where Silver uses his TK to make his fist fly through the air. [Silver voice] "Look, I threw a punch!" [Knuckles voice] "It'll do, it'll do." KYLE: [laughs] IAN: And no, Blaze is too refined. She would- she would not debase herself as such. KYLE: Oh. IAN: If you get her that angry, that desperate, you're just flambéed, that's all there is to it. KYLE: [chuckles] Marine might do it, though. IAN: [without hesitation] Yeah, maybe. KYLE: [cackles] Good! Good, good.

--- TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: Please remember that nothing that is said on BumbleKast is canon! It's just some guys and their opinions occasionally spitballing ideas. If you don't like an answer, you don't have to take it as Word of God or anything like that. It's all just for fun! ----- Do you want a specific question transcribed and posted? Send the question and the episode date to my ask box! Or if you just want questions about a certain character, send me their name and I will see what I can do!

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Drabblecember Day 6: Wrapping Gifts

Word Count: 525 words

Pairing: Kaiyo x Vincent

Summary: Vincent watches Kaiyo wrap Christmas gifts.

Notes: Brief mention of a scar. Vincent remembers a traumatic event from the past, but it’s not talked about in detail. Also Eugene is Vincent’s personal assistant.

“What are you doing?”

Kaiyo glanced up, elbow deep in a box of bows. She gestured to the surrounding wrapping paper with a jut of the chin.

“You’ll never guess.”

Vincent rolled his eyes.

“I’m aware you’re wrapping gifts. What I meant to ask is ‘why’?”

“I’m trying to get a head start. Last year I waited until Christmas Eve for some godforsaken reason, and nearly fell asleep at Christmas dinner.”

Vincent kneeled down next to her, eyeing what appeared to be a chew toy wrapped in glossy peppermint printed paper.

“For Esteban, I assume?”

Kaiyo put a finger to her lips.

“You better keep it a secret.” She teased.

“I’m sure I can manage. Although I have a feeling the shape will clue him in. My princeling is rather smart.”

She replied with a snort.

He watched her at work, working the paper with careful hands.

“You know, cherie…you could have told me you needed to wrap gifts. Eugene does mine every year, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind wrapping yours as well.”

“Oh yeah? Who wraps his gift then?”

“I find it uneccessary to wrap a Christmas bonus check.”

“Okay, fair,” she sighed, “But you mean to tell me you never wrap any gifts ever? It’s fun! You should try it.”

He was about to protest, to list one of the many other pressing matters he had to attend to, but Kaiyo shoved a box in his hands with an excited smile.

“This one’s for Kenji. Go ahead and choose a wrapping paper. I trust your judgement.”

She returned her attention to starting on another gift while Vincent eyed the almost comically large wrapping paper collection before him. He pulled out a tube of gaudy red paper peppered with reindeer. It wasn’t to his taste, but that probably meant it would be a shoe in with Kenji. He carefully placed the gift over the paper laid out on the floor before the realization hit him. Kaiyo eyed him.

“Are you trying to wrap it like, telepathically or something?” Her cheeky grin switched to an expression of shock.

“…You don’t know how to wrap a present, do you?”

He scoffed.

“Of course I know how. It’s just…been a long time. At least a decade. The last time I did was when I spent Christmas with—“ He froze, hand darting to his arm, absentmindedly rubbing a scar with his thumb.

Slowly, Kaiyo reached out with a hand, head tilted in an attempt to ask for permission. He slipped his hand in hers, clearly not wanting to elaborate on the memory.

“Umm…” she hesistantly gestured to Kenji’s gift. “Maybe you could watch me wrap Kenji’s present, and then try it yourself?”

He swallowed, filing away the memory, then turned to her, grounding himself with the touch of her hands. Warm and familiar. She gave him a gentle smile, bringing him back to the present.

“Yes…” he finally said. “That would be acceptable.”

“Good!” Kaiyo reached over him to slide the reindeer paper toward her, giving a chuckle as she noticed the paper he chose.

“By the way, nice choice of paper.”

“I’d say it was inspired.”

[creatress-corruption]

"Y'know, I used to slightly fear you."

At the sound of the ex-admin's voice, the man of legends head perks up from where he'd been intently staring Winslow down.

"Oh, and you're not anymore?" Herobrine asks, completely at ease and not even acknowledging his ridiculous look; both men wearing cat hoodies at Cassie's request.

Romeo gave him a blank stare. "No."

The glitch gave a huff, "Eh, I suppose you have nothing to fear either way, not being an Admin anymore and all..."

"You didn't hurt me all those centuries ago, though, back when I was an Admin."

The being pokes a finger into the cat's tummy, making him purr, "Had no reasons to, since you clearly weren't going to attack me. Which does remind me- how come you didn't?"

Romeo sorts through a box of things to distract himself a little, "I dunno," he shrugs, "Just... didn't want to?"

"Uh-huh, and completely ignore all those tales and stories and warnings? Huh, never met an Admin who did that..."

He let's out a sigh, "Yes, well, you hadn't done anything before that first time, and... well..."

Hero raises an eyebrow, and Romeo looks away, heat rising to his cheeks in embarrassment.

"Back then, I wasn't... in a good place. It was a mix of curiosity and..." He can't get the words out.

"You didn't care if I hurt you or not, did you?"

He stays silent, which is answer enough.

"Hm, well, guess that's answer enough, no need to dig up old memories for lil ol' me." Hero gives him a cheeky grin, sinking his hand into the calico cats fur. Romeo stares for a moment, lost in memory, when the door opens and Cassie walks in, Aiden behind her.

"Just put those boxes there- careful with that one! Oof," she wipes her brow, setting a shulker down. She gives the two (much) older men a look, "Well? When we agreed to live together, I assumed you'd actually put some work in, now chop-chop!" She gave a ragged sigh, "Jeez, why do you two have so much stuff?! It's ridiculous!"

Romeo gives a fond chuckle, ruffling her hair, and begins to unpack some stuff. Hero watches for a moment longer, eyes shining bright.

He thought about it, really did. But Romeo had come a long way, had even had that breakdown he joked about having all those months ago; the redhead was kind of past that sudden realisation about Terminal. Herobrine... didn't want to ruin the mood. Saying anything would also mean telling Xara, and- and Romeo told him he couldn't do that, sharing his suspicions (which were true) about the Terminal and Fred and everything.

So Herobrine keeps his mouth shut and helps them, giving the large happy kitty one final pet between the ears.

He'd tell Romeo later, when he wasn't still half-broken over what he realised. Right now... right now really wasn't a good time to tell him another Admin had been chosen.

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The words really flowed outta me here! Anyway it's been forever since I've posted anything so I decided to do this. It has some of my headcanons sprinkled in. I wanna do some Herobrine/Admin/Terminal headcanon-story stuff but I'm still figuring out how to put it into words

(Also, if anyone wants to ask me about my headcanons, go ahead! I know I'd love to ask people about theirs)

[rubysunnday]

aching soul

requested by @musicallisto : hi lottie, congrats on 4k - that's INCREDIBLE! You deserve each and every one of those followers, your work is astounding. could I request an anthony bridgerton one-shot with prompt 1 + young and beautiful by lana del rey? I've been missing a little bit of romance lately. thank you sm if you do it! 💜

requested by anon: can i request an anthony bridgerton x reader fic where he thought he absolutely despises her without any clear reasons but it was actually him denying his feelings for the reader?

a/n: she's a long one, folks

summary: There is a difference between Viscount Bridgerton and Anthony Bridgerton. One is a Rake. The other is a man, broken by his father's death, who has never really been able to be just Anthony. Y/N knows the feeling all too well

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"We pick in alphabetical order!"

"Which means I'm always going to be last!" Eloise whined, stamping her foot. "Why don't we do youngest to oldest?"

"Because then I'll be last!"

"Enough!" Daphne exclaimed, silencing Anthony. "Since we cannot agree, why don't we let our guest choose first? Miss Elliot?"

Y/N looked at Daphne expectantly. "I am slightly afraid that no matter what I choose I will be starting a war."

"No one will dare complain since you are our most esteemed guest," Daphne said, giving Eloise a pointed gaze. "Please, go ahead."

When the Bridgerton's had, collectively, mentioned a game of pall mall - whatever that was - Y/N was dubious. But at the evil glint in the eye of Lord Bridgerton at his younger brother, Y/N simply had to join in.

Anything to antagonise the viscount.

Y/N hardly knew the man but in the short time she had known him, he'd driven her mad. Perhaps some of Y/N's hatred towards the viscount was because of the assumptions she'd made of the man over the years.

A Capital R rake was never to be trusted. Besides, as she reached her fourth year out in society, Y/N was running out of time to find a husband. She didn't have time to run around flirting and playing with men who weren't ready to commit.

Or men who weren't looking for a love match. Lord Bridgerton.

Y/N stepped forward, looking at the mallets. They were all worn and looked tired after years of use and, presumably, abuse. Her eyes went directly to the black mallet - the only dark colour in the otherwise pastel set. She glanced at Lord Bridgerton and noticed how his gaze was fixed on the mallet.

So, she walked up and pulled it out of the box.

The shocked gasps from the rest of the family and the glare he gave her told Y/N she had, in fact, chosen well.

"Well, would you look at that, brother," Benedict said, grinning at Anthony.

Anthony's jaw was tense. "Shut up."

"Can the rest of us choose now?" Eloise asked, looking around.

No one moved. Then, Eloise darted forward and snatched up the yellow mallet, ignoring Colin's complaints. Benedict snatched the dark blue one whilst Daphne grabbed the purple one. Colin reluctantly took the orange one and, after glaring at it, Anthony took the pink one.

"To the field of combat!" Daphne exclaimed, holding her mallet up high as if it was a sword.

Y/N laughed and followed after them, keen to see the Bridgerton's in action. "I dare say, Your Grace," Y/N said, catching up with Daphne, "I am not entirely sure how to play this game."

"Well, firstly, please call me Daphne. Secondly, if you want my advice," Daphne said, walking alongside Y/N, down to the start of the course, "I'd focus on Eloise. She is so focused on trying to beat her brothers that she will forget we're here. Benedict's aim isn't the best, but he is good at hitting far. Colin is a cheeky player - he will sacrifice his own go to hit someone else's ball."

"And Lord Bridgerton?" Y/N asked, glancing over at Anthony.

"He is a fierce player who does not like to lose. This makes him the perfect target - all it takes is one whack of your ball against his and he will be off his game the rest of the match. He likes revenge."

"I gathered that," Y/N murmured, remembering how much Anthony wanted to murder Colin at the ball a few weeks back.

"I myself will not reveal any secrets," Daphne continued. "But I will say this - Bridgerton pall mall is more about sabotaging your opponent than it is getting the ball through the wickets."

Y/N nodded, smiling. "Understood."

The game started fairly calmly. It wasn't until they got to the sixth wicket did the chaos start. Colin aimed his ball at Eloise's and whacked it, knocking Eloise's ball wide and almost down the hill. Eloise gaped at her brother and nearly swung her mallet at him. Anthony stepped in, a hand on his sister's arm, as she was mid-swing.

Y/N didn't try anything too cheeky until two wickets later. Anthony's ball rolled into her path and Y/N seized her opportunity. She glanced over at Anthony, smirking slightly, as she readied her shot.

Anthony seemed to realise and gasped, turning to her. "Miss Elliot, don't you dare -"

Y/N whacked her ball at Anthony's, sending it flying down the hill and to the lake's edge. She laughed, swinging her mallet around in delight as Colin and Benedict chuckled evilly at their brother's misfortune.

"Excellent shot, Miss Elliot!" Benedict said, beaming. He patted Anthony on the back. "Well, I guess we shall see you later, brother. Daff, your turn."

Daphne strolled over to her ball. She crouched down, eyeing the ground and the wickets. As she stood up, Y/N caught the glint in her eye and knew, instantly, what she was about to do.

"No, Daphne, don't -"

Daphne smacked her ball into Y/N's, knocking it down the hill in the same direction Anthony's ball had gone moments before.

Anthony looked as if he wanted to hit his sister. Or strangle her, one of the two.

"Right, well then, we'll see you two in a bit then," Daphne said, turning around, holding her mallet in both hands, smiling happily.

Anthony clenched his jaw tightly. He gestured for Y/N to move first, barely making eye contact with her. Y/N held her head high and marched past him, heading down the hill.

She could see the lake at the bottom of the hill and had a sudden, sinking feeling that she was about to get wet.

"My brother and sister do love to antagonise me," Anthony muttered, walking down the hill at a brisk pace. "We lost the red ball to this lake a few years back."

"Who's fault was that?" Y/N asked, glancing at him.

Anthony turned and smirked slightly. "Mine."

They'd both stopped on the edge of the lake, searching for any sign of the pink and black balls.

"Oh, dash it," Anthony said, staring straight ahead.

"What?"

He leant closer to Y/N and pointed to the shallows of the lake where two balls sat, stuck in the wet sand.

"We could just move them," Y/N suggested. "No one will know."

"But I will," Anthony replied, raising his eyebrows.

Y/N scoffed, watching as Anthony walked down onto the bank of the lake, his boots instantly being covered in sand. After a moment, Y/N followed after him, skidding slightly on the wet sand. She reached out for the closest thing to her - which just happened to be Anthony's arm.

"Apologies, my Lord," Y/N said, quickly letting go of his arm.

"It's fine."

The two of them stood there and stared at the balls, debating how best to get to the balls.

"Right then," Y/N said, throwing her mallet up in the air slightly and then catching it again.

She took a step forward into the water, feeling it begin to seep through the soles of her satin shoes. Y/N tilted her mallet back and then swung forward, whacking her ball out of the lake and onto the grass bank.

Y/N smiled smugly at Anthony, gesturing for him to take his turn. Anthony stomped down to the river, his boots sinking into the sand, and stood next to her. He swung his mallet back and hit his ball, sending it onto the grass, next to the black ball.

Anthony turned to look at her and shook his head cockily - reminding Y/N slightly of a peacock.

Y/N went to take a step forward but found her feet were stuck in the sand, sinking each time she tried to move.

"I am stuck," she announced, looking at Anthony.

"Pardon?" Anthony asked, turning around to face her.

Y/N gestured to the floor. "My feet are stuck."

"Are you serious?"

"Believe me, Lord Bridgerton, if I didn't require your assistance I would not be asking for it."

Anthony sighed heavily and dropped his mallet onto the floor, marching back down onto the edge of the lake and taking Y/N's arm, standing behind her.

He pulled her as she managed to free her right foot. Y/N then went to put her right foot down on a slightly firmer piece of sand but it got tangled up in the long hem of her dress. With her left foot stuck in the sand still, Y/N flailed about, losing her balance entirely. She squeaked as she fell backwards, pulling Anthony with her.

Y/N landed on top of Anthony, flinching as the water began to seep through her clothes and onto her skin. For a moment, they both awkwardly laid there in the lake, Y/N on top of Anthony, Anthony with his arm still around Y/N's waist.

Anthony grunted in disgust, flicking his hand free of sand. He pushed Y/N upright and he sat up, looking around him. Anthony glanced at Y/N, who was struggling not to laugh, and glared.

"It is not funny!" He snapped.

"I am not laughing," Y/N said - although she clearly wanted to.

Y/N turned her head, looking at Anthony. He met her gaze and a smile instantly appeared as he giggled. Y/N found herself letting out a breathy laugh, ducking her head to avoid looking at Anthony.

"Well, at least we did not lose the balls to the lake this year," Anthony said, standing up. "Miss Elliot, I take it your feet are now free?"

Y/N chuckled. "Yes, Lord Bridgerton, they are."

Anthony held out a hand to her. Y/N reached up and gripped it, the water making it harder to grip. Anthony pulled her to her feet and Y/N quickly hopped onto the firmer sand.

A cheer errupted from somewhere up the hill and Anthony sighed wistfully.

"I bet you that Daff has won - again," Anthony muttered. He turned to Y/N. "Miss Elliot, I do apologise for our trip into the lake."

"It is fine, Lord Bridgerton," Y/N replied, holding the wet hem of her dress up as she climbed onto the grass bank.

Anthony followed her up. "I do hope this adventure has helped break the ice between us - I fear we got off on the wrong foot."

Y/N paused. "Part of that is my fault, I suspect," she admitted, bending down and picking up her ball. "I may have made some assumptions about you."

"Everyone does. Lady Whistledown does not help."

Y/N looked at him. "Are the rumours she writes not true, then?"

Anthony exhaled slowly. "No. No, some of them are true."

"Such as the one about you being a Rake with a capital R who is now conveniently looking for a wife?"

"You appear to have heard a lot of things," Anthony said, leaning on his mallet.

Y/N shrugged. "I have been out in society for four years, my Lord... I do know some things."

"Ah, so you are one of the young chits who fell for me when they made their debuts?"

"Young chits?" Y/N repeated, staring at him in disbelief. "It is hardly my fault I was forced to talk to you by my mama."

"Well, perhaps if you, along with the other young ladies in the ton, were more interesting and could hold a conversation, we would have gotten along better -"

"Do you realise how rude you sound?" Y/N snapped. "You just assume you know what I am like based on a conversation we had three years ago when I was a debutante who knew nothing better than what had been installed in her by society?"

Anthony faltered, clearly realising he'd overstepped. "Miss Elliot -"

"No, Lord Bridgerton, you have made your thoughts very clear. I thank you for your assistance - I am going to retire to my room now."

Anthony watched Y/N walk up the hill and back to the house, leaving him alone. He sighed, swearing quietly at his stupidity. Anthony bent down and picked up her mallet and ball, wishing he could go back a few minutes.

No matter how hard she tried, Y/N could not sleep the following night. There was no reason, sleep simply just wouldn't come. After rolling over for the fifth time, she flung back the covers and sat up in the bed, sighing softly.

It was raining gently outside, the sound of thunder gradually getting closer as the rain hardened. It was a hot summer night in the middle of July and the rain was a welcome thing.

Y/N grabbed her shawl and a candle and headed out of her room. She had yet to explore Aubery Hall properly. Whilst she didn't want to trespass into the Bridgerton's private rooms, she wanted to see more of the house Anthony so clearly adored.

Her exploration took her down the stairs and into a very impressive library, full of leather-bound books. She set the candle down on the table in the centre of the room, letting it illuminate the room gently.

Y/N walked over to the walls of shelves, running a hand along the spines. She'd never seen such an extensive, beautiful collection of books before. Whoever was responsible for the library had a stunning collection of Shakespeare as well as every Jane Austen novel. Y/N pulled out a copy of Emma, carefully opening it and scanning the first page.

The door to the library creaked, the light coming in from the corridor growing. Y/N's head shot up and she saw Anthony, half-hiding behind the door. He was wearing his dress shirt and trousers, the top three buttons undone. His suspenders hung down by his sides and he had no shoes on. There was a bizarre sense of vulnerability, seeing him so undressed and calm.

"My apologies, Miss Elliot," Anthony said softly, ducking his head. "I saw a light and I was checking I did not leave a candle on."

"It's only me," Y/N replied, stepping away from the ladder. "I can go -"

"No, please... stay."

Anthony hesitated, hovering in the doorway, one hand on the edge of the door. After a moment, he walked in to the library, gently walking up to Y/N.

"Do you mind?" He asked, holding out a hand for the book.

"Not at all."

Y/N handed him the book, her bare fingers brushing his for a moment. She pulled her shawl up and over her chest, the fringe edging tickling her skin as it trickled down.

"My youngest sisters insisted I buy these," Anthony said, running a hand over the cover of the book, his signet ring glinting in the candlelight. "They wanted me to continue our father's library."

"This was your father's library?" Y/N asked softly.

"It was. He always made sure to include things we all enjoyed. There are books on painting for Benedict, travel guides for Colin - embroidery for Daphne and Francesca." Anthony looked up at the room. "There is something for everyone in my family in here."

"You continued the tradition?"

"I try. It's difficult since we spend more time in London than here. Eloise and Hyacinth insisted on Jane Austen being added to the collection."

"Have you ever read them?"

Anthony chuckled. "Sadly, I do not have enough time to read anymore. I wish I did, however."

Y/N looked at him intently. "If you do not mind me asking... how did your father die?"

Anthony sighed heavily. He smiled sadly. "He was stung by a bee. I had just returned from school when I heard Eloise screaming in the gardens. It was quite something to see a man as great as my father felled by such a small creature."

"How old were you?"

"I was just eighteen. I knew nothing about being a viscount or running estates... my father died before he could teach me everything."

"How did you cope?"

"I didn't," Anthony said, chuckling softly. "You've read the stories and the rumours. It was only last year that I realised that, out of duty to my family, I need to settle down and sort things out."

"Find a wife, you mean," Y/N said.

"Yes." He sighed, closing his eyes. "It's not as simple as simply finding a wife."

"Then explain it to me," Y/N told him softly. She reached out and put a tentative hand on his.

"After my father died... my mother was barely there. She does not remember any of it, not truly. I, however, remember every single moment. I could never..." Anthony trailed off, his voice catching. "I could never be the cause of such pain. No matter how cold-hearted and cruel everyone else may find me to be."

Y/N looked at him, her eyes full of understanding. She inhaled and exhaled slowly. "Has anyone ever loved you as Anthony Bridgerton and not Viscount Bridgerton?"

"I do not believe they are two separate entities. They are one and the same."

"I don't agree." Anthony looked at her sharply. "Anthony Bridgerton is standing in front of me right now. He was in front of me this afternoon in the gardens and in the lake. Viscount Bridgerton was at the balls and the parties. Anthony is you, right now. Maybe you should try and find a way to separate the two."

Y/N give him a small smile. She held her hand out for the book and Anthony handed it back to her, his fingers lingering over hers for a moment.

"Good night, my lord," Y/N said softly.

Y/N exhaled, puffing out her cheeks. She unconsciously pushed her hair pins back into her hair as she looked around the room, watching intently.

Her time as a young woman, desperate for dancing had long gone and now she preferred to stand on the edges of the dance floor amongst the chaperones and mothers.

No one looked at her twice and it was just how she liked it. Y/N had long accepted that she wasn't going to find love from the most eligible suitors in the ton. Instead, she had turned to the older gentleman - the military men, the business owners with enough money to buy most of London.

She wasn't looking for a true love match. But rather someone she could love and could be friends with as time went on. She just wanted someone to look at her as a human being instead of potential wife material.

The people around her started muttering, all eyes turning away from the dance. Y/N followed them and stood to attention as Anthony walked over to her, his eyes set firmly on her and her alone.

"Miss Elliot," Anthony said, bowing.

"Lord Bridgerton."

"I trust you are enjoying your evening?" Anthony asked, his hands still clasped behind his back.

"I am, indeed, thank you for asking. Your mother is an incredible host."

"She prides herself on being able to host a good ball," Anthony said, moving closer to Y/N. "Forgive me if I am being impertinent but I do not believe I have seen you on the dance floor, Miss Elliot."

"Because I have not been asked for a dance, Lord Bridgerton - which is just how I like it," she added quickly.

"Would you make an exception for a viscount?" Anthony asked softly, lowering his voice so just she could hear him.

Y/N looked at him. "I would make an exception for Mr Bridgerton."

Anthony gave her a genuine smile, holding out his hand to her. "Miss Elliot, will you accept Mr Bridgerton's offer to dance?"

Y/N placed her hand into his, gripping his fingers. "I will, Mr Bridgerton."

As the other dancers began walking to the centre of the dance floor, Anthony led Y/N to the back corner of the floor. It was away from the main eyes of the ton yet still allowed them to dance together.

The strings began to play and Anthony gently guided Y/N into the dance, both of them swaying backwards and forwards. He spun her, Y/N's gloved fingers still gripping his hand, high above their heads.

Their arms lowered and Anthony put his hands on her waist as she placed hers on his arm. One step backwards and they were waltzing with everyone else, all dancing in synch.

"I want to apologise for the other day," Anthony said quietly, his lips near Y/N's ear so she could hear him over the music.

"I was out of line, Lord Bridgerton," Y/N replied, letting him release her and then turn her around.

"No, you were not. You were correct with everything you said. My own arrogance and bad experiences resulted in my prejudice. Not every young lady is uneducated and simply a pretty face."

"I think you will find that a lot of young women enjoy reading and writing," Y/N said softly. "They are just seen by society as the outcasts."

"Indeed - much like my sister, Eloise."

Y/N spun to face him, stepping backwards. "What is it?"

"I also wanted to thank you," Anthony replied. "For too long I have lived in my father's shadow. The viscount took over me and I forgot what I, myself wanted. Being able to acknowledge that they are two different things helped. So, thank you."

"You are very welcome, my lord."

"You are also the first person who has ever seen me as just Anthony. As much as I adore my family, they see only an older brother who is the head of the family. It is rare that I can just be myself. The first time we met, you threw my off my guard, wanting to see anyone else other than the viscount."

"Oh, is that why you were so rude to me?"

"Again, I apologise. I have never been good at communicating emotions. I tend to hide them until they boil over. But, you, Miss Elliot, tore down every wall I have ever built."

Y/N ducked under his arm and then turned around. "I do hope that is a good thing."

"It is. But it is also why it has taken me until now, until this very moment, in fact, to realise that I am completely and utterly in love with you.”

Y/N stopped. She stared at Anthony, her eyes wide, her heart pounding. "Pardon me?"

"I apologise if it is too sudden or if I have overstepped," Anthony said quickly, "but when I am with you, I do not have to hide behind my titles. I am simply Anthony. And that is something I did not know I wanted or needed. Not until you made it so clear to me."

The music ended, the last few notes playing out into the crowded room. Y/N belatedly remembered to curtsey to Anthony as the dancers filed off the floor.

"I need some air," Y/N said, turning on her heel.

She weaved through the crowds and walked out onto the patio, relishing the cool air on her skin.

"Miss Elliot, if I have overstepped, I apologise -"

"No, it is not that," Y/N told him, turning to face Anthony. "I just... the reason I see you as just Anthony and nothing else is because... that is all I have ever wanted. Every suitor that comes to my door, no matter how kind and caring they are, never cares to see Y/N. They just want to know if I would be a good wife and mother. No one ever makes the time to get to know me."

"If I have ever made you feel that way -"

"That is the thing, though... you haven't. Never once have I felt that you only cared about me fitting your requirements. Whilst I'm sure other women did... I did not. I felt... feel, as if I can be Y/N. I do not have to pretend to be something I am clearly not."

Anthony was looking at her with such intrigue and kindness it almost made her cry. Never, not once, had a suitor listened to her as much as he had. Never once had they even bothered to care about her as a person.

And now, there was someone who did. Someone who did care - even if they were a reformed Rake.

"Miss Elliot, I am aware that this may be too sudden but... I would very much like to get to know you better."

Y/N smiled gently. "You're not just going to propose to me here and now?"

"I could. But I want to get to know Y/N Elliot first. I want to know what makes her smile and what makes her cry."

He was inches away from her now. Anthony reached out his hand, his fingers brushing against hers. Y/N inhaled sharply at the contact, her skin quickly being covered in goosebumps.

"Well then, Lord Bridgerton," Y/N said softly, her little finger wrapping around his. "You best get on with it."

[heythere-mel]

Lovefool

Chapter 3: I Can't Care 'bout Anything But You

Frankie Morales x F!Reader

W/C: 1.6K+

A/N: SURPRISE! Ya girl is back with the next chapter in this little series. I haven’t updated in a year (holy shit I am SO SORRY.) but here we are with my fave lovebirds. Happy Halloween to all the homies out there and comments, likes, anything are welcomed. Enjoy bbys! 🎃🤍

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

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“I’m gonna marry her one day.”

That little black velvet box was taunting him.

You had just left for work when he decided to give the simple, yet elegant piece of jewelry another glance. He kept it hidden in a small lockbox he still had from when he was in the service, knowing you would probably never look there. Secretly, it’s where he stored anything of sentimental value in. From one of the first little love letters you’d given him, to a movie ticket from your first official date, even a couple of cheeky Polaroids you took for him as a birthday surprise a few months back.

You had been in a relationship for well over two years now. Having made the step of finally moving in together about six months prior, Frankie could honestly say it’s the happiest he’d ever been. He had the obvious approval of the guys, his family adored you, even the señoras at the floral shop he liked to frequent when he wanted to surprise you with a fresh bouquet would ask when he was going to finally pop the question. He knew it shouldn’t have come off as such a challenge, but like everything else he was, in typical Frankie fashion, overthinking it.

“How am I going to do this?” Frankie sighed, running his finger over the precious stone. His phone buzzing on the nightstand pulled him from his thoughts.

“Hello?”

“Hola feo! Hey, we’re at the store right now picking up pumpkins for tomorrow and found these cool stencils to use. Can I buy them or is that considered cheating? You know Ben could use as much help as possible.”

“I’m going to beat your girl in the contest this year Frank!” Benny screams in the background.

“Go ahead and get them. You know he’ll still find a way to fuck it up.”

“Fuck you Fish!”

He laughs at the other man’s competitive nature. You had won the Halloween carving contest two years running now. There wasn’t any big prize involved, but bragging rights and pick of the scary movie you all would be watching that night was incentive enough. (Benny thinks it’s because you’re Frankie’s girl that gives you the advantage. In actuality, he just sucks.) He stares back to the ring as Santiago goes on about the prices of Halloween candy when his eyes go wide.

“Pope! Change of plans! I need you guys to help me with something!”

——-

The next day Frankie is doing his best to keep cool. He’s kept himself busy by cleaning up the house, making sure the little ghost lights you found are strung up around the patio perfectly, even bringing out the couple of plastic tables you would be using and setting them up with assorted carving tools and paints.

Honestly, anything to keep from having to face you for too long, he was doing.

Frankie knew he had some time so he quietly went through his plan one last time. You, on the other hand, were busy picking out the perfect design for your pumpkin. You told him it’s not about winning, but thinking back to the little smirk on your face when you were announced as the winner again last year and Benny smashing his pumpkin in a humorous protest was enough to have you wanting that first place spot again.

“Babe! Where you at?”

“Outside hermosa!”

You step out to the back patio and gasp at the setup.

“Frankie! This looks so good!” you praise as you run up and give him a quick peck.

“You like it?! It was a bitch untangling those ghosts so it better look good.”

“Ugh, handsome and he knows how to string up lights? You’re gonna fuck around and get yourself wifed up Morales.” He stiffened momentarily by your choice of words before shaking his head and cracking a smile.

“Oh! Help me pick out a picture for my pumpkin!” you pull out your phone and enthusiastically start swiping through the selected photos. “Should I do the witch flying on a broom, or this werewolf howling at the moon?”

“Should you even be showing me your design? We are competing against each other too cariño.”

“Are we though?” your left eyebrow arching in question.

“Wow, that hurt.” his faux wounded expression making you giggle.

“Hmmmm, they’re both great options but do you think you can finish something that elaborate tonight babe? It’s timed too, remember.” He knew you could, but the longer he could distract you later, the better.

“Is that a challenge?!” narrowing your eyes at him and he throws his hands up in surrender.

“I mean, I know you got it in you, but Benny said he’s bringing his A-game tonight, and to watch your ass. I just don’t want you getting too caught up and you don’t finish.”

“Ohhhh, just you wait precioso! I’m not back to back champ for nothing!”

With that final say you run out to finish getting ready, leaving Frankie standing there with a huge grin plastered on his face.

Yeah, she’s the one.

——-

The sun had finally begun to set as you and the boys gathered in the backyard. While you were busy helping Will gather the pumpkins from the house to bring out, Santi and Benny found it to be the perfect opportunity to pull Frankie aside to see how he was doing.

“You ready hermano?” Santi whispered, grabbing him by his shoulders.

“You look like you might yak Fish.”

“Don’t listen to him, you look great! This flannel is nice. Going for the lumberjack look I see.”

“Cállate pendejo. She happens to like it.” Frankie retorts.

“We’re just giving you shit, you know that.”

“I know. I’m just a little nervous.” Frankie mutters as he looks over Pope’s shoulder to make sure you’re still in the house.

“No need. That girl in there loves you. So much so, it’s almost sickening how cute y’all are.”

“Yeah man! And feisty as hell, which is why I love messing with her.” Benny snickers to the group.

“Thanks guys. I owe you one.”

“No problem. Just remember, I call dibs on best man. Ben said he wants flower girl.” Santi throws his thumb back to Benny, nodding in confirmation.

“Deal.”

——-

“Okay, y’all know the rules. We’ve all got an hour to carve, paint, whatever you wanna do to your pumpkin and then we’ll vote. No peeking at other pumpkins until we’re all done. Benny, no smashing your pumpkin when you lose. Sweetheart, take it easy on us this year okay?”

“Can’t promise you anything boys. Good luck hermoso.” shooting a wink toward Frankie who’s seated at the opposite end of the table.

Frankie opts for painting his pumpkin this year. His design wouldn’t necessitate the full hour so he tries to drag it out as slowly as possible.

He grows more anxious by the minute. What if she says no? That’s always a possibility, right? The hour suddenly seems to be passing by too quickly for his liking when he decides to look over. You’re caught up cracking jokes with his brothers, your small pocketknife in your hand for hollowing out smaller sections of your design, and singing along to the Halloween playlist blaring from the speaker. He’s never felt more right about anything.

——-

Will looks to Frankie as the timer is about to go off on his phone. A quick nod and crooked smile signal he’s ready.

“Okay and time!”

The other guys both look up to Frankie with knowing grins on their faces. A small thumbs up from Santi thrown in for good measure.

“Wait! Just let me get this last piece!”

“This is why she wins because she’s still working after the time!”

“I told you it would be too much babe.”

“Hush Morales!”

“Alright, since I’m the oldest, I’m going first.”

Everyone’s attention is now on Will as he turns his pumpkin around. He usually puts up a good fight as well when it comes to this which is why you’re thrown off when you see his final product.

“Will. You carved your name into your pumpkin?”

You were clueless.

“It’s classic.” giving a small shrug. “Pope.”

Santi claps his hands together and quickly turns his pumpkin. A delicate You carved into it.

“You. Guys what’s going on?”

Frankie couldn’t help his shit eating grin as he sees the visible confusion on your face.

“That’s a nice looking you, Santiago.”

“Why thank you Benjamin. You’re up.”

Alright, your main competition. You hadn’t caught on to what the others were doing but if anyone would give you a run for your money, it was Benny.

“Get ready to have your mind blown sweetheart!” turning his pumpkin to display a brightly colored Marry sprawled across the front. Then it clicks.

“Marry. Fra…”

Before you could get his name out you gaze to your left to see your boyfriend turning his pumpkin. The word Me painted in your favorite color with a question mark and cutely drawn ring that glittered for effect.

Frankie’s heart was pounding as he steps from around his side of the table. Setting his pumpkin down gently beside yours, he pulls the box from his back pocket as he gets down on one knee. Your watery smile like a breath of fresh air telling him to go ahead.

“Hermosa, these last few years have been everything to me. You are everything to me. You know I’m not good with words…”

“You’re doing fine mi amor.” bringing one of your hands up running it over his cheek.

“…but would you, will you marry me?”

“Yes Francisco!” Those words instantaneous as he released a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

He places the ring on your finger before you practically tackle him to the ground. The others whistling and cheering from the table behind you.

“You’re gonna wife me up, huh Morales?”

“I had to before I ended up the wifey.” Your boisterous laughter couldn’t be contained. Your smile shining the brightest he’d ever seen it. He couldn’t wait to continue making you do that for the rest of his life.

“Well, I say I won this years contest boys!” Benny exclaims.

“What are you talking about?! If anything Fish won!”

“Did you see how she was speechless at my pumpkin?!”

“Wait, what did you end up going with?” Frankie queries.

“The werewolf. It fit perfectly with An American Werewolf In Paris that I had picked to watch.”

Benny turned your pumpkin around to show the rest of the guys. An audible groan leaving his mouth when he sees the detail you were able to put in, even in such a small amount of time.

“I’m never gonna win this contest again.”

“Hey Ben, your pumpkin was amazing. And since I’m in such a fantastic mood, I relinquish my award to you.”

“OH HELL YES! WE’RE WATCHING MONSTERS INC!”

“Benny that’s a child’s film what the fuck?!” You hear him and Santi bicker as they rush inside to get the film queued up. Will hot on their heels to give you two a minute.

“You sure you wanna sit through that?”

“Let him have it,” leaning in closer to his ear.

“I get my real prize after they’re all gone.”

[goldengoddess]

it looks better on you - nikolai lantsov

pairing: nikolai lantsov x reader 

request: Hiii! I recently discovered your blog and I love everything you write, your Nikolai content deserves so much love (as does everything else)!But speaking of that cheeky bastard, would you be up for writing headcannons or in a style you’re comfortable with about Nikolai (Strumhond in this case) where reader is new to the job and packs light and forgets a coat, but Tamar tricks them into wearing Strumhond’s coat (being oblivious that it’s his) and Strumhond makes a sarcastic comment but in the end is fine with it? Don’t worry about if you’re busy - it just came to mind! ❤️

a/n: thank you sweet thing! i love my baby nikolai,,, this is so cute by the way i love the concept so much 

warnings: cursing, suggestive comments

you could not have been so stupid. 

it was your first week on this job. you were new to the crew of this ship, and you had done everything right up until that point. you wanted to make the best impression possible. strumhond’s crew was legendary. there wasn’t a single sailor on the seas that didn’t know his name.

and you, of all people, had been lucky enough to be chosen to help his crew. if you proved yourself, you hoped, you could get an actual permanent job with the crew. 

but of course that wasn’t going to happen, because you were going to freeze your ass off before you even got the chance to do anything useful.

your inability to think ahead had caused you to forget to bring a warm coat. most days at sea were warm, sometimes too warm, with the sun hitting your face and body at every angle.

but there were days like this one where the winds were too rough and the air to cold, and every part of your body felt like it could fall off due to frost bite.

you searched the deck of the ship around you, hoping to find a spare coat, but mostly to make sure that the captain of the ship didn’t see you freezing in the corner.

you’d seen him a couple of times in the last couple of days. usually giving an order or messing around with the closest of his friends on the ship.

he was cute, you couldn’t deny it. at a distance there was nothing wrong. but closer up it was easier to see that there were parts of his face that seemed.. wrong. you’d been around long enough to know a tailored face when you saw one.

you tried not to linger on the reasonings for his tailored face, it wasn’t your business and it didn’t change his ability to lead a crew. despite that, you couldn’t help but imagine what he looked like for real. he had this royal presence to him.

even though he was a pirate, sorry, a privateer, he knew how to hold command. how to get people to listen when they didn’t want to. to make deals and compromises whenever a fight broke out. to leave both sides satisfied. he was like a prince at sea.

okay so maybe the prince had caught your attention more than you wanted to admit.

but it was hard not to be interested in him when every time he made eye contact with you it felt so intense that your knees felt weak.

the sudden gust of cold air snapped your thoughts back to the reality of your situation. your arms were wrapped around your body, as if this position could make the light jacket you had on suddenly sufficient against the cold.

you saw tamar walk onto the deck from below deck. she turned and saw you huddled near the wall. you gave her a sheepish and embarrassed grin. tamar had been the first person to speak to you and though you’d only known her a couple of days, you knew she was the kind of person one trusted.

she walked over to you with an amused smile. you could practically feel the teasing retort that was about to come out of her mouth.

“you look a little warm y/n, you sure you don’t want to take off your jacket.” she sarcastically said, her grin growing on her face.

you rolled your eyes and let out an annoyed huff, “if i die from hypothermia i’m going to make sure to haunt you.”

she let out a throaty laugh. “good, i happen to like your company. you can help me scare the shit out of tolya. he could use a ghost visit.”

the two of you shared a laugh and then you looked at her with slightly sweet puppy eyes. “tamar, please please tell me you have a coat. i stupidly forgot to pack one, trying to keep my bag light.”

she nodded her head at you, “yeah i’ve noticed.” she thought for a moment and then her face broke out into a mischievous smirk. “well i don’t have a coat to lend you but i know someone who has a spare.”

you nodded your head rapidly with enthusiasm. “saints, yes. i won’t get any work done today without a coat.”

she smirked at you and some part of your brain was telling you that her smirk had something hidden behind it. an extra plan. the look of many of the criminals you’d met during your time in ketterdam.

she linked her arm through yours and pulled you towards one end of the ship where a long brown coat was laid on top of the helm of the ship.

you looked at her sceptically, “who’s coat is this?”

she shrugged, grabbing the coat and easing it onto you. “think of it as a community jacket. we all like to share.”

you grinned and let yourself slip into the warmth of the cloth. you shuffled around a little and grabbed onto the ends of the sleeves since the coat was on the bigger side.

“i like it”

tamar smirked and motioned for you to spin, “it suits you. like it was made for you to use it.”

you narrowed your eyes and her words but before you could say anything she was walking back below deck.

the rest of the day went by without a hitch. the cold stopped bothering you and completing your daily task were actually easier. the coat smelled of the sea, the feeling of the sun, and an oddly familiar cologne that you couldn’t quite place.

it was too late before you realized how badly you’d fucked up.

you were on the right end of the ship, tying knots as the sunset around you. tamar was sat on a box talking while you worked quietly.

“nice coat y/n. i didn’t know we were at that level in our relationship just yet.” you heard a voice say from a couple feet away.

your head jerked upwards at the voice and you met the eyes of the one and only strumhond. he wore a smirk on his beautiful face and he was leaning against one of the beams of the ship.

you looked down at the coat you were wearing and had grown fond of throughout the day and your eyes went wide. you snapped your head to the girl sitting next to you, only to find her laughing silently into her hands. you threw her the most menacing glance you could manage before turning your attention back to your captain.

you got up and started wiggling out of the coat, “i am so so sorry. i was freezing and i under packed and i knew i wouldn’t get any work done today if i was cold so i asked tamar and she gave me this one and i never would have borrowed it had i known that-”

you paused your rambling and the sound of strumhond’s laugh. he took a couple steps forward so that he was closer to you and tamar.

“y/n, sweetheart, it’s really okay. we wouldn’t want you to freeze now would we tamar?” he shifted his attention to the girl next to you, throwing a teasing threat.

she hopped off the boxes she was sitting on and began walking away. “nope.” she said, popping the ‘p’, “we wouldn’t want that.” and then she was gone, leaving you and the privateer alone.

you gave him a small, embarrassed, smile. “i really am sorry. i wouldn’t have taken it.”

you finished taking it off and tried handing it back to him. he grabbed it and opened it up, an invitation to step in.

you looked at him curiously. “what are you doing?”

he nodded his head, motioning for you to step into the coat. “just use it. it’s cold. plus.” he paused and slipped the coat onto you, popping the collar. “it suits you.”

you blushed and turned to face him, suddenly aware of the closeness between the two of you.

he looked you up and down. “yeah,” he said in a breath, “it looks better on you.”

your breath hitched and your blush grew down onto your neck.

he leaned forward, his mouth closer to your ear.

“but it would look better on my floor.” he teased before walking away.

oh fuck.

[genshingarbage]

I’m having terrible cramps and PMS here and in need of comfort and food here 😭😭😭 how do the members of DCKZ and 4NEMO deal with their s/o when they’re on their period/PMS-ing

Hello Miss Myrx, It’s lovely to see you in our ask box again my dear~ I hope your cramps start to ease up soon! Hang in there!! - Mod Kaeya

Diluc

- Diluc doesn’t really have any female or female born figures in his life except for maybe Jean and even she wouldn’t talk to him about things like this so he’s probably as clueless as most guys for for the most part…until you

- Yeah he’s lost on this, your mood swings are completely wack and honestly it scares him a bit how fast they can switch sometimes, he’s honestly worried he’s done something wrong at first

- Once you explain awhile later he’s very understanding about it but he’s gonna ask a lot of questions

- After that he’s gonna carry around toiletries for you in a satchel, he doesn’t care what others think if you need them you need them and adventuring isn’t kind to those unprepared

- He knows when to back off when you’re in need of alone time, he’ll just sneak you a glass of juice when you’re not looking for something sweet for you to drink later and work in his office until you need him

- If you need him closeby he’ll probably force himself to cuddle you until you’re feeling better

- He’ll listen to all your rants and offer advice on the subjects with his blunt logic

- Has probably invented new drinks purely off of your cravings inspiring him alone

Childe

- He’s wayyyy ahead of you

- The guy’s stocking up on your favorite foods and extra blankets about a week ahead of any sort of signs of pmsing

- Childe has a looooot of siblings and a fair few of them are girls so he’s hella used to how those with uteruses be unlike our fair master Diluc

- Need some random ass snack you’re not sure of exactly but know you need something salty or something? Say no more he’s there

- For once when he wakes up way before you he leaves the curtains closed and makes sure the bed is warm

- Don’t expect him to cook something though because I’m convinced flavors are going to range from so underdone it’s still moving to charcoal but slightly burned

- Which is funny because he can be a good cook just not when he wants to

- He’a actually blackmailed people before but we’re not gonna get into that he’s a good guy

- Will ABSOLUTELY Dote on you

Kaeya

- Honestly might skip town till you’re done if he’s pissed you off before your period because he’s so hung up on the “people are fucking scary on their period” aspect of periods

- Changes your sheets to dark ones, buys you slightly thicker underwear the works

- If he so much as senses that you’re going to be hostile though he’ll probably avoid you though

- His gut reaction to Hostility from someone is to stir the pot and stoke the flames so he’s quickly figured that it’s not really a good idea to be around you right now, especially if he’s in a cheeky mood

- If he does stick around though he’s a little quiet, occasionally grabs your hand and gives it a soft squeeze to let you know he’s still here but he knows you’d literally rather kill a hypostasis solo than be touched right now

- Always brings a cute little gift when it’s over, it’s usually anything from a little teddy bear to chocolate

- The best guy to ask to get you out of stuff because it’s always something suave that you’re angry you didn’t think of as an excuse before now, either that or he just straight up pulls rank so you can chill

Zhongli

- Would definitely be the one to have the random long serious discussions about random shit with because he could pretty talk about anything and approach it with that beautiful serious analytical mind no matter how silly it may seem to you

- You straight up talked for 2 hours about the intricacies of celebrity drama and some how he knew who every single person you brought up was and actually corrected you on what went down

- Who needs a hot water bottle when you have the most comfortable Archon to ever exist by your side, dutifully holding you through the night

- Knows exactly what pain killers are the beat for this sort of thing, and the fay you start he just crops up with towels, feminine products and all sorts of teas and painkillers you’d never even heard of

- His time as a woman must’ve helped honestly because as soon as you drank the tea he’s prepared and laid back on the lil bed fort he made for you in the livingroom the cramps are fucking gone and you’re so relaxed it’s god damn orgasmic

- Would probably tell you to sleep through it as much as you can since that’s kind of his own default setting for this sort of thing

- Don’t be embarrassed around him he’s seen it all, lived through it all before

- If you’re dizzy whilst the two of you are iut he’s gonna just pick you right up and carry you back to your house

- He doesn’t get hurt if you snap at him just smiles reassuringly and waits patiently for you to feel better, however long that may be

Venti

- He’s uh

- Not gonna be the BEST help because 90% of his impulse control is you so when it comes to taking care of you he’s not sure what to do

- But he’s adorable so you’re mostly okay with watching him scramble about, bring you something completely useless and then go back to scrambling

- He’ll sing to you if he thinks that might help

- Sometimes he’ll just go on a tangent serenading you with poems and make words rhyme with stupid things on perfect to make you laugh

- You’re scary when you’re in a bad mood though

- It’s alright though because if anything it gives him excuses to joke that he’s dating a dragon in disguise

- Eventually learns to just ask what you need but it’ll take him a sec

- If you need space he leaves the room…and then sits right by the door to keep a watch on you just in case

Xiao

- He smelt the change in your scent long before you even started showing signs and put 2 and 2 together

- Just kinda thankful you’re not pregnant gonna be real—

- Not really sure how to handle human PMSing but he’s 100000% the one you could absolutely rip into and he wouldn’t bat at an, if anything it’s charming that you actually think you could offend him for a change but he of course doesn’t say that out loud

- He’s scathing enough when you’re not on your period the last thing he wants to do is accidentally make you cry though he won’t admit that

- In the past he’s found it’s helped his mortal companions to exercise when they had cramps so he offers to train with you…it’s less training and more “I’m going to teach you to be able to defend yourself better because I don’t trust your ability to not be dumb”

- After the training if you’re still having problems he’ll take you to his secret spot but only if they’re damn near incapacitating because as much as he understands the human body he’s not only a guy he’s an Adepti, he by default thinks your pain is something you should be able to get through on your own

- Not that he doesn’t appreciate when he can help you with this, he really does

- He only goes to his secret spot rarely so no one knows where it is…until now. It’s a cavern with a lot of hotsprings inside he discovered with a fellow adepti almost millennia ago, it’s remained untouched all this time so the water’s still fresh

- Even if you don’t get in the water just laying down on the rocks helps because they’re so warm and the steam from the hot springs is relaxing as hell

- Basically, ya ask for a hot water bottle and he promptly gives you an entire underground volcano gg

Kazuha

- Not gonna be the best at this but he’s the best at taking social queues he just chooses to ignore them unless that person’s important to him or his plans

- So when your moods start switching he starts complementing them accordingly to avoid angering you

- If your irritable he’s a little more standoffish to people so they’re less inclined to stay, if you’re manic he’s a lot more relaxed, if you’re feeling emotional he keeps you to himself and tries to help you get it all out before seeing anyone

- Would probably just default to asking Beidou if he doesn’t know something to avoid embarrassing you about it

- He’ll play with your hair a lot just so you can feel his touch without if being overwhelming

- Could play you a soft tune or two but he’s lowkey worried that might set off a migraine for you so he doesn’t offer but will do if asked

- Best hugs, would reccomend

- Also you’ve singlehandedly got the fastest delivery boy in the west so cherish the fact as soon as the words Mint Jelly leave your mouth he’s gone and back again

Special Guest: Aether

- You’re talking to one of the only guys who maybe more capable than Zhongli I’m gonna be real

- The fucker’s spent 3,000 years with a woman and I’ll eat a hat if he hasn’t encountered a period at least once, alien, time traveler or not he knows women better than most might think

- Soon as you start your period he makes to head back to where you guys stay the most, be that Liyue or Mondstat and he checks you all into a hotel no questions asked

- Absolutely nothing but the best for his baby

- He’ll still need someone out on the field but he sends a different team of people to go explore around the city and just tells everyone this is a brief break to recuperate

- If there’s one thing Aether can do it’s tell jokes and ridiculously funny stories and when you’re down so he yanks you into bed and starts talking

- You’re used to him loosing focus and having a really roundabout way of doing things so it’s not really a surprise when he dumps like 10 different types of pad and tampon and then pulls out a magma slime wrapped in a thick leather bag

- It actually makes for a really badass hot water bottle and a stress ball at the same time

- You’ve named the slime Stevie and it sleeps by your bed every night now

-Thank you for your service Stevie

- He makes arguably the best pastries of the group so don’t be surprised if every morning you wake up to a plate of sugary stuff for breakfast to curb the stupidness that is periods

- Definitely the sweetest himself I’m not gonna lie

- He’ll talk shit despite that if you’re feeling cheeky though, your banter could last for days

[duexdub]

Hello again Jean, may you do a part two of Childe x Male Reader x Scaramouche (School AU)? I'm sorry if I'm asking for much from you.

Yeah ofc!! Should i make this a multiple part series?? Or put it all in one place???

Childe X Gn!(male leaning) Reader X Scaramouche

CW/TW/CONTAINS: nothing really, some really bad flirting,

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You were now sitting in a room with your two classmates, spending time after school in detention for their fighting. You were intently reading a book when you saw a hand slip a note onto your desk. Grabbing the neon yellow post-it, you unfolded the paper, reading “wanna go on a date on the weekend??” With two boxes in the bottom, one being yes and the other no. With a little cheeky drawing in the bottom. You felt a small blush come onto your face. You couldn’t notice that Scara could see your desk from where he sat, reading the note you’d been given, feeling a small anger come into him.

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Your guys’ detention was over and you all had to be going home, you went a separate way than the other two, waving goodbye to them as you made your way home.

The two walked down the streets, passing through a convenience store. “Do you want anything? My treat.” Childe asked the shorter male. “No. What makes you think you’d be a good fit for [y/n]?” Scara asked with a pissed off look on his face. “I have better qualities than most, including you.” Childe responded with a smirk as he turned around and started to walk ahead, leaving Scara in front of the convenience store with clenched fists.

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So so so super sorry that everythings coming out super late, its been so long since i started writing and posting every other day. Please bare with me LMFAO.

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Round One - Chris Argent

Pairing: Chris Argent x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only. Minors DNI. hand job, Oral sex (m receiving), unprotected car sex. Do not do the things in this fic in real life. You will get in an accident and someone will have to explain to your family what you were doing at the time. Just sayin'.

A/N: Celebration Summer #30 or thereabouts. Prompt is in bold.

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You leaned against the wall of Derek’s loft and pinched the bridge of your nose as you listened to the pack argue. It was the same argument you heard over and over again. Chris was trying to get the pack to behave more like teenagers and the teenagers were telling the hunter they could handle the danger. Derek should have backed Chris up, but usually he was encouraging the pack to run headfirst into trouble. And Peter…well, he just didn’t give a shit.

As for you, you were tired of the constant bickering. Chris couldn’t parent everyone. They didn’t want him to, for one thing. “Christ,” you shouted over the din. “If they want to patrol the woods where the creepy shit is, let them patrol the woods. They’re werewolves, not cheerleaders.”

There was a beat of silence.

“I was a cheerleader,” Lydia said and you glanced up in amusement. She gave you a cheeky grin that immediately had you smiling back.

You glanced at the others to find most of them smiling as well. They weren’t used to you losing your temper but for some reason they always found it amusing when you did. Then your gaze fell on Chris. Oh, he was not happy with you at all. Those blue eyes burned into you and he set his jaw.

He jerked his gaze from you to Scott. “If we knew what we were facing, it would be different, but we have no idea what the threat level is.”

“And how do you propose we discover what we’re up against if no one goes out to find it?” you asked.

Chris straightened. “Excuse us for a moment.” He grasped your hand and pulled you to the door and out into the hallway. He backed you into the wall and placed a hand on either side to box you in. Your breath caught at his proximity. “What do you think you’re doing?” His low, rough voice ran through you making you shudder. Maybe he didn’t notice.

“Stating my opinion,” you said, knowing he’d hate the answer, but seeing no reason to say anything different. It wasn’t your fault that he had it in his head that you should agree with everything he did.

He narrowed his eyes and leaned into you. Your breath hitched. “Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”

You arched a brow. “You aren’t my father. And I don’t understand why you keep arguing with them. We both know that they’ll just go behind your back.”

“Yes. And then they’ll call us because they got in over their heads and they need help.”

You laid your hand on his chest. “And wouldn’t it be simpler if we let them patrol and were there as backup?”

One of his hands moved to settle on your waist. His thumb found the skin under the hem of your shirt and traced back and forth. “No. It would be simpler if they stayed out of it. They don’t have to try to fix everything.”

You gave him a swift kiss. “Neither do you.”

His gaze narrowed again just before his lips found yours once more. His tongue traced your lip asking for entrance and you gave it to him with a gasp. You smiled against his mouth. He was frustrated that you were right, but rather than admit it, he thought to distract you. Distract both of you, really.

His hand settled on the button of your jeans and you grasped his wrist to stop him when the door slid open beside you.

“You do know that most of us can hear you. And smell you,” Derek said, amusement coloring his words.

Chris rested his forehead against yours. “Thanks for the reminder.”

“No problem. So, patrol?”

A muscle twitched in Chris’s jaw as he clenched his teeth.

“Go ahead,” you answered for him. “Call us if you need us.” You grasped his hand and pulled him toward the elevator.

“Don’t need us,” Chris said over his shoulder as the two of you stepped into the car.

“That was rude,” you said.

He pushed you against the wall of the elevator and pressed against you. “Don’t care.” His lips were on yours a moment later. The two of you became lost in one another and he had to catch the door to keep it from closing when you failed to get out on the ground floor. Your hands roamed his body and his mouth stayed connected to yours as you stumbled to the car.

He opened the door for you and you climbed in after another heated kiss. When he got behind the wheel, you grinned at him. “If this is the result, maybe I should disagree with you more often.”

His face turned stern though his eyes sparked with joy. “Not funny.”

“I think it’s hilarious.” He pulled out of the lot and you reached over to unbutton his jeans. The zipper quickly followed.

Chris hissed in a breath and shifted in his seat. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“If you have to ask, I must be doing it wrong,” you teased as you slipped his cock free of his underwear. Your hand wrapped around his heat and you licked your lips as you pumped him slowly.

He growled low in his throat and grabbed your hand with his own. You’d been prepared for him to stop you. Instead, he moved your hand on his shaft. His hips bucked with each upward motion.

“Don’t wreck,” you told him as you unfastened your seatbelt.

“What—”

You cut him off by sliding your mouth over the head of his cock.

“Fuck.” Both of his hands grasped the steering wheel. His hips thrust up sending him further into your throat. You hummed around him and he repeated the motion. “Christ, baby.”

His motion was limited in this situation and you took full advantage. You hollowed out your cheeks as you sucked him hard but you moved your head slow, taking your time in the way that you knew drove him mad. Though he’d happily spend hours bringing you to your peak over and over again, he was rather impatient when it came to his own pleasure.

You continued to work him even when he parked the car. You had no idea if you had made it home or if he’d given up and pulled over somewhere. He slid his seat the rest of the way back before fisting his hand in your hair. And just like that you were no longer in control.

He drove himself into your mouth in a frantic rhythm. His grip on your head kept you from moving away from the relentless pace. The wet sound of your lips sliding over his cock combining with the little grunt you let out every time he hit the back of your throat had a string of curses falling from his mouth. Tears leaked from your eyes but you loved every minute of it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He pulled you off his dick. “I don’t want to come anywhere but in you.”

Lucky for both of you, the heat had been horrible and you’d worn a light dress. You slid your underwear off in a flash and climbed onto Chris almost before he could process what you were doing. His hiss mixed with your moan as you sunk down onto his cock.

Your hands grasped onto his shoulders so you’d have more leverage to help you fuck your hunter. His large hands gripped your waist to aid your movement. You kissed him hungrily, biting his lower lip as you pulled away. “Fuck me, baby. Fill me up.”

He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. His throat moved as he swallowed and you couldn’t resist the urge to nip at the expanse of exposed skin. His hips stuttered before resuming their previous rhythm though the thrusts were harder now. More desperate.

His fingers flexed, digging into your skin. “You feel so good.” One hand slid under your dress, his thumb finding your clit. “Come on, beautiful. Let me see you come.”

“Oh, god.” Your back arched as your orgasm rolled through you. Chris followed as your pussy clenched around him. You fell into him and he held you as you both came down from your highs. As you lay there panting, he pressed light kisses to your head.

You traced shapes on his chest with your fingers and just enjoyed him holding you.

“We should probably go inside,” Chris said after several minutes had passed.

“Hmm. Not yet. I like the feel of you inside of me.” His cock began to harden in response to your words. You tilted your head back to look at him.

He arched his brows. “I like the feel of me inside of you, too.”

You laughed then kissed him sweet and gentle. “I guess we should probably head inside for round two.”

He grinned before kissing you again hard and hungry. You pushed away from him and climbed back to your own side. Otherwise, you’d never get out of the truck. You hopped out your side. He caught you at the door and backed you into it as he kissed you again. His lips trailed down the side of your neck before he nipped your earlobe.

You put your hands on his chest and pushed slightly. “We should really finish this inside.”

The two of you were just getting into round three when the pack called for your help. After assuring that they weren’t in immediate danger, you finished round three in the shower. Round four came when you returned home and finally crawled into bed. As you drifted off in your lover’s arms, you couldn’t help but think you should disagree with him a little more often.