#HOW DARE YOU COME INTO MY MY HOUSE AND DO THAT TO MY BELOVED CHARACTERS YOU FUCKING MONSTER

[kabra-malvada]

So I finally watched all of Hylure warriors age of calamity cutscenes-

[kazuhaiku]

falling asleep on his shoulders

summary: wind breaker characters react to you falling asleep on their shoulder.

warnings: fem!reader, sakura, suo, umemiya, togame x reader (separate), fluff, inspired by multiple other fics about other anime characters reaction to you falling asleep on their shoulder :)

notes: silly little headcanon drabble :3 im hyperfixating on wind breaker someone save me + im gonna write a scara fic next trust

sakura

sakura freezes when your head hits his shoulder as you are dining in kotoha's restaurant. the toll of assignments, tests, and homework has catch up to you, which lead to you falling asleep in the middle of kotoha and sakura's talk. his face burns, unwilling to look at kotoha or even you who is fast asleep.

how is she asleep on my shoulder? what do i do? do i move? do i stay still? do i wake her up? do i-

"sakura, don't you dare wake her up." kotoha says just as sakura's hand was about to touch you.

sakura flinches. "i-i'm not-!" kotoha throws a towel at his face. "what was that for?!"

"shut up! you'll wake her up!" kotoha exclaims.

"she's a deep sleeper," sakura mumbles, looking away. "she's not going to wake up because of some stupid noise. she can sleep through anything."

"oh," kotoha pauses, then a smirk appears on her face. "eh? how do you know all that? have you spent the night at her house before? or vice versa? sakura you sly boy."

"shut up!" it's true, despite sakura yelling, you aren't waking up and kotoha can only wonder if you're actually asleep or you're pretending just to see how sakura reacts (maybe it's both but who knows?).

suo

riding the train back home has always been the usual schedule for you. however, riding the train back home with suo is a new thing. ever since you got together, suo insisted on accompanying you back home despite your house being far away from his.

you're still fifteen minutes away from your stop, so you decide to close your eyes and by the time you know it, you fell asleep.

suo doesn't flinch when he feels your head on his shoulder. he can see how sleepy you are when you sat down on the train. he smiles fondly, hearing your little snores as sleep peacefully.

suo carefully takes his jacket from the seat next to him and gently place it over you, acting as a blanket. he adjusts your head as to not strain your neck.

he doesn't wake you up until your stop, gently shaking you to wake you up. "y/n, come on it's our stop."

he ends up staying the night, unable to catch the last train since he was too busy eating dinner with you (well, that might have been his plan all along).

umemiya

umemiya loves bombarding you with little fun facts about his beloved plants. he loves it even more when he's talking with you on the rooftop of furin high school as you both cuddle on one of the (uncomfortable) seats there.

today was no different. he talks about his plants like they are his children and once he's done talking about the plants, he talks about his students who he deem as his little brothers.

"and you know what? sakura is such a cool little kid! he-" umemiya pauses when he feels your head fall on his shoulder. any other people will think you are just resting on his shoulder, however, umemiya knows the difference between resting and falling asleep when it comes to you. "oh, she's asleep."

umemiya doesn't move at all. he sits perfectly still and when he feels one of his hands going numb, he moves ever so slowly to not wake you up. he grabs his phone and texts hiragi with one hand, saying that he sadly cannot attend the meeting with the grade captains this evening. he locks his phone before he can see hiragi's response and lets himself drift off to sleep with you.

togame

you love the way togame speaks to you. his deep and slow voice always calming you down in different scenarios.

after a long date with togame, he insisted on bringing you back to the shishitoren terf, to which choji has allowed you to come in and out as you please (nobody has dared to touch you anyway, afraid that togame will quite literally beat their ass).

the rundown theatre is now your second home. although it is a bit dirty and an unsuitable environment for you to live in, you find it comfortable and quite safe (maybe because togame is beside you).

tonight, choji had something important to say to every member of shishitoren, togame had told you beforehand.

as you hear choji speak, your eyes slowly droop, but you force yourself to stay awake, just for the sake of togame.

"you can sleep." togame's voice sends shivers down your spine as he whispers in your ear. "'s okay. i know you're tired."

"really?" you yawn and making yourself comfortable on his shoulder. "thanks, jo. wake me up when the meeting's over, yeah?" you hear him hum in reply and you immediately fall asleep.

togame smiles fondly seeing your peaceful face asleep (the other members of shishitoren could only gape in awe seeing their vice captain with the softest and gentlest smile on his face for the first time).

[lavenderchqn]

"PILLOWS AND THEIR FORTS"

synopsis — after a day escalates in you being fully deflated, kinich proves you that love comes in more than one way pairing — kinich x gn!reader warnings — minor character having a stereotypical outlook on what love is, a very minor panic attack notes — just a small kinich fic, since I'm enjoying him a lot recently

You stifled a yawn, exhausted at the day you unfortunately had to experience. 

The beginning of a new semester was always rough — dealing with new subjects, professors, or fellow students. Sad to say, what it also came with was… bloody in-person lectures. Combining those with your first practical subjects, you were stuck at university since 8 AM. 

Checking at your phone, you’ve discovered you were almost here for 12 hours. The clock has struck a miserable 7:28 PM. Only twelve more minutes and you’d be free to go home. To your beloved blankets. To your beloved pillows. 

“Earth to my lovely friend!” Your university bestie said, her voice muffled. You noticed her hands waving in front of your face. How did she manage to still feel energised was quite a mystery. 

“What’s up?” You asked, laying your head on your arms.

“Look at the boy I’m trying to get with…” She handed her phone to you, giving you full access to her full dating app conversation. “Quite the catch, dare I say~” 

You hummed, acknowledging her words. Unfortunately for her, your brain was not responsive enough to entertain her situation. “Looks nice, I guess…” 

“I know, right! Not to mention,  he’s such a romantic!!” She tried to further prove her point by all the serenade-like words the guy had sent. 

“I’m happy for you… let me nap now, please…” You closed your eyes, trying to conserve the last bits of your energy. Sadly, that was not doable due to a sudden thunderclap startling you back to full attention. Did it seriously start to rain just now?!

On a day… when you had decided to leave your umbrella back at home? Great, just great.

The lecture soon ended, and slouched people left the classroom trying to find any means of getting home. 

“My soon-to-be boyfriend said he can pick me up!” Your friend jumped in excitement. “Sometimes I pity you for still staying with Kinich, you know?” 

Oh. That was new.

“What do you mean?” You stopped, staring your friend down. What did he have to do with anything?

“You’re too good for him!” Her voice strikes back. “Surely you could do much better with a guy who can prove their love to you!” 

Her attitude was less than enjoyable at that moment. 

You pinched the bridge of your nose. That was certainly not the time to have an argument with a friend. Your head was pounding — a cumulative effort of fatigue mixed with your sensitivity to weather. 

“Whatever.” You scoffed. “You’re not the one in this relationship, so what makes you think your opinion matters?” 

With those words, you were off. Into the cold and rain, you went. 

By the time you make it, you’re soaked from head to toe. You sigh as you turn the key to the house. Halfway through your walk back, you remembered that tonight was your turn to cook dinner. Only gods can hope, that Kinich isn’t upset with you.

The moment you step through the door, you’re hit with the smell of a freshly cooked dinner. Did he get so fed up he ordered something? 

You don’t even have time to think, swift footsteps coming in your direction.

“Holy fuck. I knew it started raining, but this much?” Kinich helps you in getting off your bag before heading to the bathroom. 

He’s soon back, with a stack of towels. 

“You’re alright, Love. I’ve got you.” He starts to dry your hair, doing his best not to damage your hair. Your head hangs low — you don’t want your partner to look at your face. It’s hard to even think when tears have joined all the water drops you’re covered with. 

Kinich must know something, as he doesn’t even question your odd behaviour. He dries as much water as he can. “Do you want me to carry you to the bathroom?” He asks. 

“Huh?” You finally look at him, confusion in your eyes. “Why would you?” 

“Because,” He flicks your shoulder lightly. “You need a shower before you get sick.” 

With that, he picks you up and carefully carries you to the bathroom. 

“I’m going to get you some warm and cosy clothes for when you’re done.” He sets you down in the middle of the bathroom, in front of the shower. “Once you’re done, we’re going to eat dinner.” 

“A-Alright.

You stand there frozen for a moment once Kinich leaves, staring at the shower, still in a daze from everything that had happened throughout the day. The exhaustion weighing heavily on your shoulders finally catches up, and you let out a long sigh before undressing and stepping into the warm water.

As the heat cascades over your skin, the tension in your body begins to ease. You let the water wash away not only the grime from the rain but also the stress of the day. You can’t help but think back to your friend's words — her judgment about your relationship with Kinich. It leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, but as the warm water envelops you, you realise how unfair it was to let those words affect you. Kinich was always there for you, always patient, always understanding. Her words didn’t matter. 

After a while, you finally get out of the shower, feeling lighter, though still emotionally drained. You dry yourself off and slip into the cosy clothes Kinich had laid out for you. As you open the bathroom door, the smell of dinner wafts through the air again. Your stomach growls, reminding you that you haven’t eaten much today.

Walking into the kitchen, you see Kinich setting the table. He looks up and smiles slightly when his eyes meet yours. "Feel better?”

You nod, offering a small smile in return. "Yeah, thanks… And sorry for not making dinner tonight.”

“Do I need to flick your forehead harder?” He asks, head tilted looking at your face confused. “I don’t need an apology.” 

“B-but…” 

“Shush.” He hands you the cutlery, before taking a seat himself. “Enjoy the meal, we’re having a cosy night once you’re done.” 

“Cosy night?—“ You turn around to look at the living room. 

There’s a pillow fort there. Fully fortified, oozing with pure comfiness.  

You stare at the pillow fort, blinking in disbelief. Kinich, always full of surprises, had somehow managed to set up the cosiest little corner of the living room while you were in the shower. Soft blankets draped over chairs and an assortment of pillows arranged perfectly. 

“You did all this while I was showering?” you ask, your voice soft with awe.

Kinich chuckles as he takes a bite of his food. “Sure did. Figured you could use a bit of comfort after the day you’ve had. Plus, we haven’t had a good pillow fort night in ages.”

Soon after,  the meal comes to an end. You both clear the table and Kinich gestures toward the fort. “Fort time?” he asks with a grin.

You nod eagerly, following him into the living room. The fort is even cosier up close, with a pile of your favourite snacks and a movie queued up on the laptop nestled inside. Kinich climbs into the fort first, patting the spot beside him, and you quickly follow, snuggling into the soft pillows as he wraps an arm around your shoulders.

For a while, you both just sit there, the warmth of the fort and his presence surrounding you like a shield against the outside world. The rain continues to tap against the windows, however inside, everything feels safe and perfect.

“Thank you, Kinich,” you whisper, resting your head against his chest. “For everything.”

He starts stroking your back. “Of course. It’s the least I could do, to make your day less shitty.”

And in that moment, you realise that he truly did that. Despite the rough day, despite your friend’s hurtful words, sitting here in this homemade fort with Kinich by your side, you feel truly content… 

Knowing that love can be more than words. 

date of posting — september 16th 2024

[attic-club-sandwich]

How they are Handling your Disappearance. Hello all, get ready for some more Nightbringer Angst! This is a little drabble (bullet point style) of how I think the "Present Day Demon Brothers" are handling your sudden disappearance. Honestly I hate thinking too deeply about NB, it brings me to tears. I can't even imagine the pain and anxiety the brothers are feeling without knowing where their beloved human went and why. Anyways, grab your tissues and I hope you enjoy! Feedback and reblogs are super appreciated!

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Part 2 : Side Characters

Part 3: MC Returns

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They’ll always remember the exact day and time you disappeared. It was their day off from RAD, and you had been in the Devildom since Solomon had brought you by for some training sessions. You practically begged the sorcerer to allow you to visit the House of Lamentation, and Solomon happily obliged. You really didn't have to convince him too much, though. The brothers were so happy and surprised to see you again so soon, and they had planned on taking you out for dinner that evening. Except you never showed. They spent hours searching for you. Those hours easily turned into days. Then the days turned into weeks. There was no trace of you left behind. Where did you go?

💙Lucifer💙

He’s terrified. He doesn’t know why or how you disappeared, but he feels responsible.

He spends every waking moment looking for signs of you. Trying to piece together what or who took you from him.

Knows he has to be strong for the rest of their brothers.

But when he can no longer feel your bond with you through the pact, he feels the unbearable weight of despair crack through his usual stoic demeanor. 

He cries. He hasn’t cried like this since their fall.

Lucifer hardly sleeps. His brothers notice the bags under his eyes. How he no longer cares what he looks like in front of them. 

He becomes distant again, shutting himself in his room or study. 

If you thought his hatred for Solomon was strong before, it’s infinitely worse now. 

He doesn’t know who else to blame, so the silver haired sorcerer becomes his reasoning for your disappearance. 

The eldest demon has his hands around Solomon’s throat, Mammon and Beel having to pull him off. 

“Lucifer are ya nuts?! We gotta have him alive if we have any hope in finding MC!” Mammon had scolded him as he became limp in Beel’s strong grip.

Solomon promised he’d bring you back.

He better not dare to show his face back here until you are with him, safe and sound. 

💛Mammon💛

The normally confident and self assured demon becomes silent. Angry. Afraid. 

 Aside from their initial searching for you, he doesn’t leave your room. 

He can’t feel your pact with him anymore, and it sends him spiraling. 

He buries himself into your pillows, inhaling your lingering scent.

It’s faint, but he takes what he can get

His eyes are puffy and red from crying, and he can’t stand sitting around doing nothing.

He goes out every night, flying over the Devildom, searching.

When he can’t, Mammon sends his familiars out searching for you too, exploring the areas that he can’t reach. 

The ravens are good at finding things, and if they can’t find you, then he’s screwed. 

Each time they come back with nothing. 

Occasionally, they bring him Grimm they’ve found or a valuable piece of treasure. 

But you’re the only treasure he gives a shit about right now. 

When he goes to retreat back to his room, he runs into Lucifer. 

He looks terrible. 

But Mammon can’t blame him. He probably noticed his swollen face and unwashed hair, too. 

He sends you texts every day. Even if you don’t get them. 

Normally he’d be grossed out by his own sappiness, but he doesn’t care. 

He needs you.

MC, wherever you are, just know I love you. So goddamn much. Please come back.

I miss you.

I hope you’re thinking of me, too. 

🧡Leviathan🧡

Leviathan always told you he wouldn’t know what he’d do without you. 

But he really didn’t want to really experience what life would be without you!

Is this some cruel joke?!

It’s got to be! One of his alternate universe video games went wrong again right?

Except it isn’t. You’re actually gone, and he actually has no idea what to do with himself. 

He cries. Alot. 

To mask his tears from his brothers, he spends a lot of time in his fish tank with Henry 2.0. 

Don’t get him wrong, he loves Henry, but he longs for you. His soulmate.

He sends Lotan to search the Devildom seas, far and wide. He had asked him to listen for any information of sightings of you. 

 But so far, there’s been nothing. No word. No trace of you.

He lays curled up in his bathtub, a laptop balanced on his lap as he watches anime to try and distract himself from you.

But oh no, is this your favorite episode?! He turns it off, shoving the laptop away and fresh tears falling down his cheeks. 

I’m so useless, he thinks. The Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy, and I can’t even find a human!

Levi’s self depreciative behavior gets worse.

He blames himself for not being with you when you disappeared.

He begins picking at his skin and nails, an old, nervous habit resurfacing from back when he first fell into the Devildom. 

His brothers do what they can to reassure him, but it’s no use. 

He needs you. Please come back home soon, MC.

💚Satan💚

Satan’s temper tantrums are back.

He didn’t ever think he’d revert back to this, but now that you’re gone….

Accidentally lost his temper and in a wrath filled frenzy blew through the wall in the living room. Lucifer threatened to tie him up. 

Normally the prideful demon would have just done it, but something about his older brother was different nowadays.

He feels it too, he thought. The pacts are gone.

Spends sleepless nights in the library reading any book he can find about curses.

Did you become invisible? He had no other explanation.

Was it the work of some demon on the street who decided they didn’t like you that day?

He’s frustrated because he feels like he doesn’t know anything.

He knows nothing of your sudden disappearance

Like Mammon, he sends his cats out looking for you. Any sign of you. 

But they also bring back nothing but a dead mouse here and there. 

Normally he’d be delighted by their gift to him, but it’s lost its appeal.

When he’s worried about you, nothing else matters. 

Lucifer did allow him to keep a cat in the house though. 

Also uses his personal connections from all three realms to look for you. 

But it’s no use. 

When he’s not in the library, he’s shut away in his room. 

His brothers think for a moment that he’s disappeared as well, but they find him asleep on his bed, his cheeks tear stained and a book on his chest. 

Please come home, MC. I need you.

💖Asmodeus💖

Asmo’s love for you rivals the love he feels for himself. 

Now that you are gone, he feels he has no love left to give for anyone.

He feels empty. 

The Avatar of Lust takes pride in his appearance, always making sure he’s presentable and looking his best. 

But not knowing where you are and if you are safe or not is driving him mad. 

His brothers haven’t seen him this way in a long time. 

Asmo’s eyes are puffy and red, his cheeks and nose raw and swollen from the endless tears. 

He spends hours in the bath, thinking of anything he may have said or done to cause you to leave him like this. 

He takes up the habit of sleeping a lot. He wasn’t sure how Belphie could do it all the time. But now he understands. 

Asmo can also throw a good temper tantrum. 

The day he realized he could no longer feel your pact with him sent him over the edge.

But afterwards he felt embarrassed, even though his brothers will never blame him for expressing his feelings for you. 

When Solomon leaves to go find you, he feels hopeful, putting all the trust he has in your master to find you.

But it also hurts. He hasn’t left Solomon’s side since your disappearance, taking comfort in the bond he still has with him.

He’ll never take it for granted again. 

MC, I can’t take this! If you can hear me, please come home, my lost little lamb… I love you…

❤️Beelzebub❤️

Beel is quiet. 

He’s another one that feels responsible for your disappearance.  

His heart is aching, and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. 

Thankfully, he has his twin by his side to reassure him. But it’s not enough. 

He needs to know where you’ve gone. 

He needs to save you. 

Beel’s appetite is all over the place. One minute, he can’t stop eating and the next, he’s not hungry at all. 

His brothers got really concerned when he didn’t eat for 2 whole days.

The only hunger he feels is the need to figure out where you went. 

Not only is he worried about you, he’s worried for his brothers. 

He knows they are suffering too, especially with the noticeable absence of your pact. 

Beel has always been protective of them, after all.

He stops going to the gym. He doesn’t feel like it. 

Instead, he cuddles up in bed with Belphie, holding him close with tears silently rolling down his cheeks. 

Beel you’re squeezing too hard, he hears his twin mumble. But he doesn’t care.

He’s almost lost his brother before, and now your disappearance has him terrified. 

Please, don’t take anyone else away from me. 

I love you, MC, please wherever you are, stay safe…

💜Belphegor💜

Belphie’s temper is a short fuse. More than usual, anyways. 

He doesn’t want to talk to anyone but Beel. 

He tries to retreat to the attic to get some peace and quiet from his brothers losing their collective shit. 

But he ends up drowning in a wave of memories as soon as he walks through the door. 

He collapses on the bed and hugs his cow pillow to his body as he sobs, his body curling in on itself. 

Dammit MC, look at what you do to me…you need to come home…

When he isn’t sleeping, he helps soothe the rest of his brothers to sleep. He sees their dreams, knows the thoughts that are keeping them awake.

He wants to help, but figures this could be the only way he knows how. 

He doesn’t feel your presence at all, though. 

That must mean you aren’t anywhere nearby, or even in the same Realm. He knows your pact with him is gone. 

He felt it break the day you disappeared. 

But sometimes he feels a flutter of something in the place where the mark used to be. 

He can’t explain why. 

Belphie often finds himself slipping into bed with his twin at night. 

They were inseparable before, but even more so now that you aren’t around. 

I can’t lose him too, I have to stay by his side, he thinks. He snuggles into Beel’s chest as his brother holds him close, afraid he might disappear too at any second.

He misses the days when you were nestled comfortably right between the two of them. 

You need to come back MC, you’re our missing piece. 

[the-fiction-witch]

Caraxes

Media House of The Dragon

Character Daemon Targaryen

Couple Daemon X Reader

Rating Sweet + A bit flirty

Daemon slowly climbs down from his black stallion he gives his clothes an adjust before he turns back with a smile to his soon-to-be bride Y/n, sat on the horse in her black gown, He takes her in his arms and helps her down from the horse gracefully before He began to walk off with her hand held tightly in his, until they arrived at the entrance to the Dragon pit. Before entering, however, he stopped.

"Before we go in my love, I must ask you to remain calm. Would you be able to do that for me?"

She held his arm the whole walk rather excited even if she was clearly nervous, she nodded and smiled trying her best not to show her fears, Daemon found her so adorable, an innocent sweet girl, and he wanted to protect her at all costs.

"Then come on, my love."He smiled kissing her hand before he began to walk in,

First was the smell of the scent of dragon, The warm reptilian scent with burnt flesh and stone.

Second was The noise of the Dragons echoing through the large caverns of the dragon bit,

"Now. You must remain calm as I introduce you. I know that it may be difficult, but I ask that you please try not to show your fears,"

"I promise to do my best Daemon" She blushed,

"Your best is more than enough, my love." he cooed kissing her forehead,

"thought I admit Imagined them having a bigger house.”

Daemon chuckled as she spoke. "The Dragon pit here are much smaller than the space they have back at Dragonstone. Back home they have hundreds of acres only for the Dragons to roam. Here we are limited to the cavens,"

“Ohh… poor things,”

“I never like keeping him here long, and even when I do I make sure to take him out alot.”

“That’s very sweet of you,”

"Do you want to meet my most beloved dragon?"

she nodded hiding her eyes behind her hands to be surprised

Daemon smiled wrapping his arms around her waist and giving her a kiss, The dragon keepers brought Caraxes in from a smaller caven to be admired in his full glory as Caraxes lifted his head and looked down at the two of them already the dragon was tense as he knew his master and bonded Targaryen but did not know Y/n. Daemon could already see this would be a beautiful moment that would forever be burned into her memory.

"My love. I want you to open your eyes, and I want you to look up now."

y/n moved her hands and her eyes began far lower but then she quickly corrected from her expectations of the dragon being far smaller than he was and immediately she gulped, fear washed over her for a moment but she did her best to be brave, as she looks up at Caraxes the dragon tall with fiery red scales, bright yellow eyes, a beard of horns and wings large enough to strange a ship, his body long and serpentine like with a neck that slithers and slicks,

Daemon smiled and watched her reaction as she took in the sight of his dragon.

"My dragon, my oldest and most trusted companion, Caraxes." He said,

"he's...big,"

Daemon laughed at her comment as he spoke. "He is indeed very big, but he is a gentle dragon. Come on."

He began leading her to Caraxes, The dragon did not seem happy about this woman approaching but given she was still being held by a daemon he seemed to accept her… for now.

“How uhh how old is he?”

“No one knows for sure, my uncle Aemon rode him as a young dragon all the way until his death,”

“So he was your uncle’s?”

“He was, dragons can only have one living rider. So when Aemon died by crossbow. He was riderless.”

“And then… You?”

“And I found him, after all riderless dragons are often ignored. I was merely a boy but he gave me structure, and purpose at a young age.”

“That is very sweet,”

“Come on, you can touch him,”

She slowly moved closer clearly nervous, "will he eat me?" she whispered her fears already overwhelming her,

"He wouldn't dare try such a thing. Caraxes would never even dream of harming you. Come, he wishes to meet you." Daemon could see how nervous she was, and it only made him want to protect her more.

she moved maybe two more steps closer "...can he hear me?" She whispered

Daemon raised an eyebrow at her question and then nodded as he spoke. "Of course he can my love. He can hear everything we say." Daemon chuckled, and looked to her. "He is a gentle soul really. You see, I have trained him well. He even understands me, come closer, you are nothing to fear my love."

She moved closer now so close caraxes could investigate her with Daemon still behind her protectively Caraxes sniffed at her, his nose rubbing slightly against her. Daemon could see his eyes narrowing as he studied her, and as she remained in place.

Daemon smiled, and gave her hand a tight squeeze. "He likes you. See? Caraxes is quite a sweet dragon."

"I suppose so... Uhhh... Thank you for not eating me caraxes..."

"You see!? Such a nice dragon... Would you like to try and touch him now?"

She was clearly still full of fear as she moved her hand closer and touched the dragon scales for maybe a second, if that. Before she moved her hand away as quickly as she could. Daemon chuckled and took her hand resting it against Caraxes scales his hand ontop of hers as the dragon shifted accepting Y/n as an extension of Daemon,

Daemon smiled, quite impressed by her calm demeanour around such a large beast. "See? You're doing great, he certainly likes you my love."

"he is very nice, very sweet. And a very handsome dragon" she smiled as she began to stroke caraxes by the nose with both her hands

Daemon smiled wide as he continued to watch them, feeling a sense of pride in her. She was so sweet, and had certainly won Caraxes's heart. Which was more then enough to melt his own to see the woman he loved and was to marry bond so happily with his dragon, "He is quite a handsome dragon, isn't he?"

Caraxes responded to her petting by tilting his head back against her, he seemed quite contented with her attention.

"mhm very handsome"

It made him so happy to see her and his dragon enjoy one another, As she continued to stroke Caraxes, Daemon smiled and spoke. "It seems you have my dragon's heart."

"I do?"

"You have. Caraxes is clearly quite fond of you, I can tell. You won him over, and as such I am quite pleased with you. I have the feeling you two would get along just fine with one another."

"I hope so, hello caraxes your very lovely thank you for being nice to me. I think your a very big very nice dragon" she smiled

"I think he appreciates your kind words my love. I believe he would like you to become his friend."

"awww I'm sure we'll be freinds"

Daemon gave her hand another tight squeeze. "I think he's grown fond of you already. I must say, it is rather nice to see him with a woman who does not scream in fear while looking at him."

"I admit he shocked me I didn't imagine he was so big but he's very sweet and handsome. Just like someone else I know," she smiled giving caraxes nose a kiss and then daemons nose a kiss

"I would certainly say the feeling is mutual." He rubbed his thumb against his caraxes nose too, "See? Even my dragon finds you as irresistible as I do, my love."

"he does?"

"He does, I think your kiss has quite won him over now."

Caraxes nudged his head against her again, and looked up to Daemon with an expectant look.

Daemon smiled, and chuckled before speaking."See. He truly does enjoy your affection."

"awww," she smiled doing her best to hug the gigantic dragon with her tiny arms,

Daemon chuckled at the scene before him "I think it's safe to say the two of you are getting along quite well. Would you like to try and climb on him my love? I believe he would hold you safely if you wanted to try."

"ohh... I don't know, isn't it dangerous?"

"Caraxes would never allow you to come to any harm, and nor would I. I will assure you, you would be perfectly safe."

"well... If you think it's safe. Could I give him something before we go? A treat perhaps... If... Uhh if dragons have treats?"

“A treat?”

“I’m sorry… do dragons get treats?”

Daemon smirked at this, as he spoke."I'm sure he would like a little treat. Would you like me to go and get him one love?"

"Mhm"

Daemon laughed at her answer and nodded slightly. "I shall be back with something in a moment." he gave her a kiss and went to talk to the dragon keepers,

she was a little more nervous now she was alone even if daemon is just across the room, but she smiled and stroked caraxes nose "ummm your a very beautiful boy, I see why Daemon loves you so much"

Caraxes whimpers in response to her words, moving his head against her now that she was alone with him. He seemed to enjoy her words, and after a moment of her caressing him, he began to lean toward her.

she giggled and ran her hands over his scales and gave him kisses softly singing a gentle song like a lullaby

Caraxes seemed to be enjoying the gentle singing and her caressing. Caraxes leaned his massive head against her, his red scales feeling quite hot from her touch. After a moment or two that she spent giving him gentle kisses and caresses, it was quite clear he had found himself quite smitten with her now. After a moment he nudged his cheek against her in an attempt to get her to scratch it, the gentle red dragon wanted all the affection he could get from her. She began to gently scratch his cheek as the dragon nudged her. Caraxes's small yellow eyes seemed to be locked onto hers, and his tongue licked at her hand at one point.

Daemon came back over the keepers having fetched a pig, "I believe Caraxes really likes you my love. I wonder why that might be."

"who knows? Maybe I just smell nice?"

"Perhaps that is it. That you may be filled with a scent that just so happens to attract such powerful dragons." He teased her,

"or maybe... He's just so much like you. You fell in love with me only makes sense a dragon that is such an extension of yourself would love me too,"

He chuckled lightly as he spoke again. “I suppose that could be true,” He nodded, “You think my dragon and I are quite similar then?"

"Umm my big handsome sweet boys"

Daemon smiled brightly. "Really?"

"Mhm, But ones a little more special" she smiled wrapping her arms around daemons shoulders,

"And which of us is more special my dear love?"

"hummm I wonder" she Giggled before she stood on her toes and kissed his lips

Her attempt was quite cute, and his mouth met hers as they kissed. He could feel the passion building, and he couldn't quite contain himself now. He took her in his arms, lifting her body up against him. Their lips locked in an intimate and passionate kiss, Daemon's lips continued to play with her own, as one of his hands found her back while the other hand moved to her soft neck. Their kissing grew more intense now, and he found himself enjoying the moment far more than he thought he would. Daemon's body pressed hers against the wall, and he could feel her curves pressing against him. His hand moved to hold her back while his other hand continued to run its fingers through her soft hair. She was incredibly attractive, and the passion between the two was clearly growing larger and larger. Daemon felt his heart beating faster and faster. And Y/n felt as if she was to faint from the passion, The adrenaline between the two increased as their kisses became more heated. His body moved closer, pressing up against her. He could feel the heat of her body as it pressed against him, it was quite intoxicating to say the least.

they are both suddenly interrupted by the harsh sound of caraxes blowing fire into the roof of the cave they both jumped at the loud noise of Caraxes's fire, Caraxes stared at them both in a disapproving manner.

After a moment Daemon spoke, trying his best to contain a chuckle. "I believe he does not approve."

"I think he might be a bit jealous? Of me or you?"

Daemon chuckled as he spoke. "I believe he is most likely jealous of me." he smirked, "He must be smiutten with you, and now he will want to have your affection all to him self my love."

"ohh I'm sorry I didn't mean to cause any trouble"

Daemon chuckled lightly at her apology. "There is nothing to apologize for my love. You have done nothing wrong. I do believe Caraxes is simply a bit jealous, so I must go back to giving him what he wants. Do not worry about it my dear."

"All alright I do hope I didn't cause any trouble between you" she said nervously

"Don't worry, I admit I got a little jealous seeing him with you too so I can't blame him for getting jealous of you and I?"

"You did?"

"A little my love," He cooed, "Do you think you'd want to ride on Caraxes back with me?"

"Now?" she gulped,

"Not today, another day, with less wind when it's safer for you." he explained, "But? would you want to?"

"I think so," she nodded, "I'd like to,"

"You are just perfect aren't you," He cooed, "I can see it now, you and I riding on dragon back together around dragon stone"

"It does sound nice," 

"And perhaps we will have dragon eggs settled by the cradle,"

"The cradle?" she giggled,

"Umm, Our children will be Targaryens my love. Dragon riders. We could lay eggs in their cradles and have them bond at birth, so we can go riding around dragon stone with our children on caraxes when they're young and then... their own when they are grown." 

"Riding on Caraxes? with our children?" she laughed at what seemed so absurd but she found it sweet at the same time that Daemon wanted his children to ride on his dragon with him,

"Of course," he nodded, "My mother took me to the sky with me in her lap when I was merely three weeks old, as she rode on Meleys," He explained, "Would you deny me giving our children the same?"

"Ohh..." she smiled, "Of course not, I could never deny such a thing. It's very sweet Daemon, I am sorry if my joke of it offended-"

Daemon smiled at her, stroking her cheek for a moment before letting his fingers play with her hair. "There is nothing to worry about my love. come on He likely just want’s his treat." he chuckled

she nodded and cuddled into his chest happily, Daemon wrapped his arms around her body as he held her to his. She was so comfortable, and her being this close felt quite warm to him. His fingers ran through the soft strands of her hair, and he could feel the softness of her skin against him as he ordered the keepers to give Caraxes the pig,

"You are the embodiment of beauty and grace to me, and I cannot help but be drawn to you. The moment I lay eyes upon you I could feel the passion brewing between us, my love. I do believe that the gods themselves must have created you for my own enjoyment, though I would rather have you all to myself and not share you even with my own dragon." he smirked, "you shall utterly be all mine once we are made man and wife. There shall be nobody that can come and steal you away from me, or the gods themselves will hear of my anger my dear."

“I can’t wait till we’re married Daemon,”

“I can’t wait either Y/n,” He cooed, 

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“Huff huff… This is taking forever! How does Tanjiro do this so fast?” Nezuo thinks to herself, leaving trails of her footprints in the snow. The wind blows through the woods, her hair threatening to come undone from the next tug. She fiddles with the strap so the basket won’t fall off, continuing to think about how much of a pain this journey is. She starts to feel pity on her older brother who walks up this hill almost every day to sell coal. “Wow Tanjiro… The patience you have is insane..”

It’s been a day since she went off down to the village to sell coal. She planned to be home by midnight but thanks to her dear neighbor, Enmu had let her rest and stay the night. Still eternally grateful for what he’s done, she mentally thanks him once again continuing up the mountain. She looks back up, out of breath like she’s ready to collapse and she notices the roof of her house just some trees away.

Finally, she reaches her stop.

Nezuko practically runs the rest of the way up to her home, smiling happily. Finally, she can rest again, finally she can talk to her family, finally she can hug them all in a tight hug, finally she can check up on their well being, finally she can do her old tasks.

She freezes, staring at the open door. It’d be fine to leave the door open, they tend to leave it open all the time it’s just… Why was it so quiet? It was… Too quiet.

“Takeo? Hanako? Tanjiro? Shigeru? Rokuta? Mom…?” Nezuko called out for their names, wandering around the outside of their house thinking all of this was just a silly game. “Perhaps they're still asleep? But Takeo doesn’t sleep late… Maybe they were worried about me? Haha, how cute!” the girl chuckles at the thought, they’ve all had those moments worrying night about each other- especially their big brother Tanjiro. 

I mean, nothing bad can go wrong right?

She goes back to the door, still open letting the cold air in. Nezuko felt uneasy, her mind kept screaming at her to run and not look back. Like what was inside her beloved house was now a nightmare. However, Nezuko doesn’t step back. She pushes her doubtful feelings away- there could be nothing awful in the house and if she's the big sister, she’ll take care of it! 

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“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

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Hello! My OOC account is @kanaokanzaki-op but my main blog is @official-butterfly-sisters (don’t ask). This is a blog related to the well known KNY Swap AUs, but I’ve decided to do my own. Other than that, I want to thank you for taking time to read all this! I’ll try to update daily with some wips, headcanons and other things per request- I take a lot of those, don't be shy!

My only rules are no sexual content, hate or anything not related to the AU. I have my OOC account for a reason! I love getting to know people and I hope you guys like this AU! I am not good at promoting aha…

You can ask questions, give dares and much more, I’ll even hold events for such! Genuinely just wanna have fun with this AU and I hope you guys end up enjoying it! Thank you for your time!!

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Character Masterlist:

Kamaboko Squad:

🩷🩸Nezuko Kamado🩷🩸 ☀️💚Tanjiro Kamado☀️💚 🌸💜Kanao Tsuyuri🌸💜 🫐💙Aoi Kanzaki🫐💙 ⚡💛Zenitsu Agatsuma⚡💛 💙🪨Inosuke Hashibira💙🪨 🍉💜Genya Shinazugawa🍉💜

Upper Hashira:

🌑👁Michikatsu Tsugikuni🌑👁 ❄🪭Douma❄🪭 👊🩵Hakuji Soyama👊🩵 🪕👁‍🗨Nakime🪕👁‍🗨 💔😭Hantengu💔😭 🌊🐟Gyokko🌊🐟 ⚡💙Kaigaku⚡💙 💚🪓Gyutaro Shabana💚🪓 🥰🩷Ume Shabana🥰🩷

9 Moons:

🪨🪵Gyomei Himejima🪨🪵 🍃💚Sanemi Shinazugawa🍃💚 🌊❤Giyuu Tomioka🌊❤ 🧡🔥Kyojuro Rengoku🧡🔥 🖤🩵Muichiro/Yuichiro🤍🩵 🎶🩶Tengen Uzui🎶🩶 🤍🐍Obanai Iguro🤍🐍 🍡🩷Mitsuri Kanroji🍡🩷 🦋💜Shinobu Kocho🦋💜

Extra:

🌊👺Sakonji Urokodaki🌊👺 🪻👁Kagaya Ubuyashiki🪻👁 💜🪻Amane Ubuyashiki💜🪻 🪻🖤Kiriya Ubuyashiki🪻🖤 🩸❤Muzan Kibutsuji🩸❤ 💉💜 Lady Tamayo 💉💜 📜🩵 Yushiro 📜🩵 💕💤 Enmu 💕💤 🕸🤍 Rui 🕸🤍 ❤🌊Sabito❤🌊 🌸🌊Makomo🌸🌊 🦋💕Butterfly Triplets🦋💕 💧🩶Murata💧🩶 🦋🩷Kanae Kocho🦋🩷 🌸🩵Koyuki🌸🩵 ⚡🪨Jigoro Kuwajima⚡🪨

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[your-local-hoemie]

ꕥ Genshin Impact ꕥ boyfriend headcanons, mondstadt boy’s edition~

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, kinda suggestive, not proof read, gn!reader.

Summary: random head cannons about some of the mondstadt boys and how they act as your boyfriend uwu. (I have no idea what I’m doing)

Characters: venti, diluc, kaeya, albedo.

this is my first attempt so I’m so sorry in advance if it’s bad 💀

(I'll also do a part 2 if anyone is interested in this train-wreck)

VENTI~

- This smug little shit

-Extremely flirty and without even trying

-ESPECIALLY when he’s decided to down another nights worth of dandelion wine in less than a hour, much to Dilucs horror

“Ehe~ Windblume, you can resonate with my anemo statue anytime you please”

“VENTI NO”

-Loves to engage in bird behaviour and bring you little trinkets he finds

-Personal space? What’s that? My man is constantly holding onto you in one way or other

-Feeling down? Be prepared to be peppered with kisses and head pats

-Will purposely come up with songs to cheer you up and has no shame in serenading you in public!

-If you’ve been overworking yourself too much he WILL intervene~

-picks you up bridal style and carries you to a quiet place no matter how much you protest

-My man is sTRONG! He may look like a scrawny himbo small but please keep in mind that this is the archon that levelled mountains!

-Literally your biggest cheerleader

“Venti what do you think of my outfit?”

“My love, even the finest wine in Tyvat could not make my head spin as much as you”

-Loves to call you overly cheesy pet-names such as: archons most beloved/sugar apple/song bird/windblume/dear

-Invites you out to Angels Share at least 4 times a day

-Brings you Cecilia's and dandelions almost every day! even if you have hayfever

-Poor boy doesn't understand flowers can be lethal

-He has ALL the time in the world so when he's not drunk off his gourde you can bet he'll be dedicating that time to you!

-He ADORES listening to you! seriously! saw a weird looking bug? he'll want to hear about it!

-Will listen to literally anything you want to talk about for hours/days/a god damn eternity!

-Will be watching you!

-I swear, he doesn't mean to be creepy he just cares about you and your safety~

-Romantic idiots~

-Random nose boops when he thinks you’re being cute

DILUC~

-A born and raised gentleman!

-Absolutely despises the idea of you doing commissions for the KOF

-If this man see's you drinking with Kaeya be prepared for the most passive aggressive of man children you can come across-

"Darling I think you've had enough to drink. please let me escort you home"

"But Kaeya was just telling me about when you were childre-"

"Kaeya? Ah~ apologies, I seem to of mistook you for a over-watered house plant"

-He is NOT having it

-Surprisingly very flirty???

-has and will continue to name new drinks after you!!

-"Man I wish I could afford that" oh you sweet thing.

-You can

-Saw a outfit you really liked? jewellery maybe?

-You can bet your perfect little peach that it'll be waiting, neatly placed in a fancy box for you at home

-Romantic date nights AND dancing under the stars god i'm lonley

-Let's you style his hair!

-It's so fluffy how could you NOT!?

-Will walk around with the flowers you put in it with pride!

-Also with a face just as red as his hair if you tell him he's pretty~

-His go to pet names for you are: darling/dear/sunshine/love

-Will open doors with a little bow for you~

-Will get jealous if a little kid says that they want to marry you when they grow up

-Breakfast in bed

-every morning without fail!

-if he can’t wake you up himself he’ll leave a cute little love note and a rose aaAAAAA

-This man is so good at aftercare omggg

-little head kisses and cuddles that not even another archon war could pull you from

-Finds it adorable seeing how well you bond with the maids and staff

-I DARE the fatui to lay a finger on you

-Or anyone in general

-He knows you can stand your own easily but poor man is just so worried

-Has given up trying to convince you not to do commissions and even accompanies you sometimes

-Will read to you before bed~

-Has you lay on his chest or lap and pets your head while reading

-Idk why but I have this hc where he’s secretly really good at making specifically cookies

-Definitely hasn't considered having a hand crafted ring with your birth stone made more than once

KAEYA~

-Oh boy

-Flirty

-Too flirty

-Man will complement your ass at least 5 times a day

-He NEEDS you to know you're attractive to him

-Romantic idiots 2.0

-Diluc and Jean have had to scold you more than once for getting into the most ridiculous situations

-Once got kicked out of Angels Share after you both decided to have a drinking competition and ended up climbing on the tables to taunt Diluc

"You can't throw us out if you can't reach us luci~"

-He could and did

-Loves to run you a bath after a long day!

-Rose petals, candles, your favourite drink. Just ask and he’ll provide~

-Likes to “help” you wash

-Supports any idea you have no matter how god awfully ridiculous it is

-Participates in said god awful ideas

-Picnics on sunny days~

-Feeds you strawberries while watching the clouds i'm going to cry

-Jean has to scold him for day dreaming about you during work

-Give him a flower crown. nOW

-You won't even be able to pry it from his dead body istg

-Literally preserves it with his cryo just to make sure it lasts

-You once persuaded Diluc to come over for dinner

-You didn't do it again

-Though they both do try to get along for you~

-Kaeya.exe will stop working if you wear a skirt no matter what you identify as

-He's not a pervert I swear he just finds you irresistible

-When the knights throw a ball you two are instantly recognised as a power couple

-Hottest guests there istg

-Endless dancing even when there's no music

"Ohoh~ we don't need instruments to dance my dear. Not when our heartbeats can be our rythem"

-Smooth little shi-

-Man has cake. don't act suprised.

-Will get so flustered if you give it a little ground shaking slap

-Purposely annoys you just to watch you get all flustered

-Fav pet names are: Love/dear/snowflake/sweetheart

ALBEDO~

-What I wouldn't do for this man

-A sweet, pure, innocent bean

-Not to mention a gentleman

-First time he realised he had feelings for you, he was so confused

-Dude was like-

"What is this feeling? I'm so sorry traveller it appears i'm not accustomed to such emotions. I will have to conduct research into this"

-You actually had to awkwardly explain what it was

-He was also the last one to find out about it

-Everyone who saw you two together knew just from his body language

-Very smiley boy

-Very blushy boy

-Doesn't pick flowers for you

-Why would he?

-Not when he can cREATE them himself!

-He's still a little confused so give him some patience

-Affectionately calls your dates "research"

-Adores everything you do

-Has a actual fucking notebook filled with everything he loves about you

-Will read it to you if you're feeling sad

-His muse

-sketches you every chance he gets

-He just thinks you're neat beautiful in a ethereal way

-Loves going on commissions with you!

-Experiments with new creations to assist with them!

-Somehow got you a music box that plays your fav song

-Cute romantic dances under the stars 2.0

-He gets too flustered to do pda but he loves to hold hands

-Gets all blushy and constantly has to clear his throat

-Precious baby

-Ask him about his experiments please I'm begging you

-He'll get so excited and explain everything he's been doing with the biggest smile you'll ever see

-Klee adores you too!

-When he see’s how well you’ve bonded with each other he can’t help but feel like his heart is going to explode with happiness and warmth

-That is until he realises his heart isn’t the thing doing the exploding

-Stop encouraging this child to blow up timmie’s birds for food you absolute menace

-likes to bake with you!

- He says it reminds him of alchemy since you combine ingredients over heat

-he also gets cake out of it so how can he refuse

-you made him wear a apron that say’s “best boyfriend” once and sucrose walked in

-he thinks about that a lot at night

-he might not have a clue of what he’s doing but he’s determined to learn for you

-you’re his greatest experiment yet~

-his go to name’s for you areee: starlight/sweetheart/muse/flower/love/dear/darling.

(I hope this was ok! I’ve wanted to write this stuff for a while but I’ve been too anxious so please be nice or I will cry 💀)

[kurwyetorbi]

Jakub Adamczewski x GN! Reader (Part 1)

This story contains: Gender neutral reader, a bit of seggs, alcohol, catholic church, enemies to lovers, swearing, conflict resolution techniques taught to me by my therapist and some Bogdan because he is my favourite character in the show 1670.

Abstract: The reader is a wealthy... something (the profession is not important for the fanfic) who has recently moved to Adamczycha. Their stay at the village would have a 5 star rating if it wasn't for that cunty priest named Jakub. However, as they interact more with Jakub things change. Woah!✨

Word count: 2000 or something like that (I'm avoiding other important tasks in my life)

The story is better than the abstract... Enjoy!

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Adamczycha was a small town located in the northeast of Poland. Perhaps it was the people, the food or the scenery what made you fall in love with this beautiful place. However, like everything else in life, it also had its disadvantages. There was one guy, a priest to be more specific, who made your stay a little uncomfortable. His name was Jakub, the Adamczewski family's most beloved son. From the day you arrived he treated you as if you were some kind of demon.

"ASMODEUS, SATANAS, LUCIFER!!!" A flashback of one of his sermons came to your mind. He was looking directly at you as he said that. Not very polite of him. "They could be walking among us at this very moment!" You remember how he screamed as he raised his fist in the altar and took another deep breath to keep giving his speech. He was a parody of a priest.

You had to say it, all the encounters you had with him were quite peculiar and every now and then your friends would ask you to repeat these stories. "(Y/n), tell us again about that one story in the church!" In Adamczycha people respected you, at least more than in the previous town where you were living.

"For sure, it was very weird. I was just sitting there on the bench minding my own godly business. Listening to the priest blah, blah, blah. When all of a sudden something in his eyes changes. It looked like a demonic possession. He starts listing all of this demons... and I swear to God, he was looking at me all the time."

"What have you done to the poor little guy?" Asked the moustachioed soldier with a curious look on his face.

"Me? Nothing. But don't be fooled, he is not as innocent as he seems. One day he likes you, another day he blames you for heresy."

"I think you should talk to him in the confessional. When you confess, you may change your mind about him." Bogdan insisted.

"Aaaaagh, the mere thought of spending some time alone in a box with him sends shivers down my spine". With that you took a last sip of your drink and headed towards your house which was not far from the tavern. What Bogdan had said made you think about your relationship with the priest. Maybe you should give him a chance. After all, in your previous town, your neighbours made you feel excluded too. Why would you want to do that to someone else? Given that you were inmersed in your thoughts you couldn't notice your name being called over and over again.

"(Y/n)!." You heard a demanding voice nearby. You squinted your eyes in order to see where the voice was coming from. It was no other than the Great Jakub himself, blocking your way home.

"Jakub..." Your face remained expressionless as you muttered his name. The only thing you did to make your hate towards him a little bit less notorious was tilting your fluffy hat like a cowboy.

"You shouldn't be out here at night." Confused, you stopped walking to make eye contact with him.

"Look priest. As far as I know I'm some sort of demon, so I don't think I'll have any problems as long as I stay away from priests." It came right from your heart. All this hatred could not be kept hidden for too long.

"How dare you speak to me like that?" He seemed to be offended by your remarks. "Forgive me inmediately or I'll have you executed tomorrow morning" Oh, you got him really pissed.

"Okay, I'm sorry." As you lifted your arms you pouted your lips to make it seem more convincing. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some import-"

"On your knees..." Each word came out of his mouth slowly as if he enjoyed it. You swear you saw a grin forming in one side of his lips. "Come on, I have to be home! Dinner is waiting." He demanded eagerly. Even if you had become quite rich in the last year, you were not the most powerful person in town.

"Jakub, I..." Your mind went blank for a moment. "What a psycho!" You thought to yourself as you slowly knelt on the muddy floor. When you finally reached the bottom your left knee slipped a little. This action made the priest laugh mischievously.

"Stand up-." He struggled to control his laughter as he gestured for you to get up. Once he regained control over himself he continued. "Anyway, come tomorrow to my church." You noticed him winking at you. Still, you weren't sure if that was real or if you were too drunk. "We have to cleanse your soul... and those pants". He grinned once more and left you there in the mud.

As you saw him walking away in the distance your mind came back to its clarity again. Unfortunately, those thoughts were filled with hate towards the young priest.

"I'll make sure I splash you with holy water you filthy demon..." With that you resolutely got to your feet only to slip and fall in the mud again.

...

What a weird day. Good it was already over. Now you could spend some time bathing and washing off the mud.

"Fuck you, Jakob..." Figuratively speaking. You hated his abuse of power and how he treated you as if you were less than him. It was difficult to stop thinking about him, he had already made an important presence in your life. "Uuuugh..." The smooth rose petals didn't seem to be helping you relax. As much as you tried to inhale their sweet aroma, the image of him pointing the floor so you would kneel was difficult to get out of your head. "Did he wink at me?" You were pretty much confussed since you were receiving a lot of mixed messages. However, you had to admit that you didn't dislike the thought of having him around at that moment. With that, you closed your eyes and slowly massaged your tights underwater. You could feel the heat in your cheeks as you imagined Jakub undressing from his opulent clothing in front of you. Him slowly getting inside of the bathtub with his hard penis. Planting a wet kiss on your lips as he slipped his dick inside you. The thought of being penetrated by him made you want to touch yourself desperately.

"What am I thinking?" You slapped your cheek and poured some cold water over your head ashamed of your actions. As much as you enjoyed that moment alone, you knew it was for the best. Getting laid with a catholic priest was impossible after all. Tomorrow you would confess your sins and maybe then he would treat you with respect. You didn't ask for more.

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"It's true, I swear!" The tone of your voice sounded weirdly amusing. Your hands were shaking more than usual, making part of your drink spill on the ground.

"Yeah sure, you're telling me that Jakob appeared near your house at night and told you to confess your sins." Bogdan wasn't buying any of that bullshit. "I think you had to many drinks last night!" He forced a smile.

You grabbed him by his collar, checked the tavern and spoke softly. "I swear on my life Bogdan". The seriousness of your voice made him frown. "Either I get laid today or I get killed. I don't care which one of them it is".

"I thought you were happy in here." By his facial expression you could tell he was worried.

"Of course, I just need to clarify some stuff." You placed a hand firmly on Bogdan's sweaty shoulder and headed outside. The priest did not specify when you had to come to visit him. Because of the anxiety you were feeling, you left the meeting for the last moment of the day. That way you could avoid Jakub. A bit tipsy, you moved through the dark alleys of Adamczycha preparing for the worst.

"H-Hello?" Your voice shaked as you waited outside of the giant wooden doors of the church. After a minute or so you decided to head inside the church. To your surprise, the inside door was not closed. "Jakub?" You took your fluffy hat off and dipped your hand in the sink with holy water. You signed a quick cross and walked through the empty aisle. Some of the candles were lit making the statues more visible. At night and without people, it was quite frightening to walk through the church. To ease your nerves, you fiddled with the hat in your hands.

At the end of the aisle, you could see the altar with all its golden decorations. It was more empty than usual. All you could find was a note and a candle. Someone had been remodeling the building. You opened the note and with the help of the candle you read what it said.

"Find me in the confessional." Your voice echoed making you even more scared. You walked carefully towards the wooden confessional and blew the candle once you were in front of it. You were not sure if after all this time he would be waiting for you, but you decided to enter anyway.

"Hm, hm, Father?" You cleared your voice as you said that. If it hadn't been for his heavy breathing, you wouldn't have known he was on the other side.

"Hm, so now you are treating me with respect?" For the fist time, it was a relief to hear his voice.

"I'm sorry, when did I treat you with disrespect?" Calling him Father instead of Jakub was a bit weird, but you thought it was right to do so in his church.

"I know how you talk about me behind my back. My uncle Bogdan told me about it." You could not believe it, Bogdan didn't tell you he was Jakub's uncle.

"Can't I have private conversations with my friends?" Defending yourself seemed more reasonable than begging for forgiveness.

"Never mind, I have also talked shit about you."

"With whom?" As far as you knew, Jakub wasn't the type of person who had a lot of friends, so you decided to attack him with that question.

"With Him." He hummed. "I think it's time you forgive me in front of the Almighty."

"What about you?" Empowerment filled your body as you faced him and his absurd demands. This man was used to people giving him what he wanted right away. After all, he was his daddy's favourite. Having someone face him was still new for Jakub. Before you arrived, this whole town was under his control. Almost. Whatever he desired was granted by God. Well, almost everything. There was one thing he could not get which seemed to be torturing him. Since you arrived in the town, he started feeling uneasy and more weird than usual. He punished himself a lot. All those impure thoughts invading his body. His sexual desires overshadowed his core religious values. He couldn't take it anymore.

"I had enough!" For a moment that felt like years the confessional was filled with silence. You decided to break it as you were starting to feel uncomfortable.

"Look Jakub. I know I shouldn't have said those things about you with Bogdan. I felt like you were treating me disrespectfully so I started doing the same. What I want to say is... I'm sorry, I hope we can start over again." You swallowed your pride with that last line, but you didn't care. You simply didn't want to be on bad terms with him anymore. "What do you say?" You asked yet again, as the confessional was filled with silence.

"Why are you making this more difficult?" He blamed you for his own filthy desires.

"Making what?" You weren't sure what he was refering to.

Suddenly, Jakub's side door was opened. You could hear his footsteps marching somewhere else, so you decided to follow him.

...

To be continued.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

~ You are my Rose ~

Shu Sakamaki x (OC) Kianna Komori from @nunezs-stuff

warning : mentioning of eating disorder, blood, drinking blood, implied/mentioned character death, kiss

Summary : Kianna Komori has to find her way in a world plunged into darkness. Coping with the pain of the past, present and future in the knowledge that the only possibility for her salvation lurks in delusion in the form of the eldest of the six demons that haunted her.

Info : So it's finally done my wirst character x oc one-shot and eventho it was a little difficult writing it it was fun to explore her (Kianna) in this one. So I hope @nunezs-stuff likes it and you other too maybe explore her blog for more ocs :)

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The look that was once full of joy when she looked at the pictures of her sister was long gone. Her gaze went out of the window of the big house, one day she would burn it down, try to leave all this behind and come to her beloved sister.

Her eyes went from the full moon to the pink flip phone she saw in her gallery of photos, her sister reading her to sleep and other books. The two of them playing together, from dolls to self-made figures, and baking together, something she particularly missed.

Baking was at least something she could still do here when she was left alone...and that was something that was rather rare. But when the clicking sound of her cell phone went through her room and the screen went black, taking her grief with it for at least that night, she knew that in order not to lose her mind any more, she had to do just that.

You said it helps if you do something familiar, she thought of her sister's wise words then and perhaps now, but it was almost a joke that made her smile. A skinny girl with an eating disorder likes to bake - a bad joke that had come from Ayato or Laito all too often.

Something she was aware of but ignored, she was better than that and she would defend herself if it came to that. Slipping her pink hand into the barely visible pocket of her long, frilly dress in a light shade of pink, she picked up her favorite parasol. It must have looked a little strange for someone to walk through a house with an umbrella, but none of them were normal here. They were all lost.

Closing the door behind her, she made her way down the corridor and listened as carefully as she could in the hallway, but none of the six brothers seemed to make a sound. Shu wasn't snoring, Reiji wasn't experimenting, Ayato wasn't mumbling, Kanato wasn't screaming and Laito and Subaru weren't making a sound.

A place full of dangerous, bloodthirsty vampires should never be quiet, she knew that too. However, as she made her way through the forest, she knew that she was being watched.

She was always being watched by the six, her emotions a trigger for the vampires to feast on her. Feasting on her fear, her pain and trying to eradicate every last bit of happiness to feed on this hopelessness.

As she made her way along the corridors towards her destination, however, she felt the gaze upon her. They're here, she thought to herself, gripping the parasol tighter, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of fear. She could already see the kitchen ahead of her, but at the same moment the red-haired vampire with the green eyes emerged from the shadows.

,,If that's not a pretty bow, what are you up to?" he asked with a grin and she already seemed to know what he was getting at. If she wasn't being terrorized by the brothers then she was being used to do these things.

,,I'm baking Ayato and no, I'm not making takoyaki with you," she said sternly without showing any sign of anger on her face, but a twitch of a muscle would be enough for him to see and he could forget himself. They could all forget themselves.

She wanted to push past him with the help of the umbrella. She had seen how his grin had fallen and had not followed his order. ,,How dare you!" he interrupted and pulled her back towards him by her dress, trying to get her into his arms to drink from her. But the tearing of the fabric tore the dress, the dress her beloved sister had left her. Broken.

The pink ribbons fell down and no longer held. ,,Yui" her sister's name fell to the only person she wanted to see. Ayato paused, he knew the blonde had heard the name and tasted the blood. But in the next moment, her anger escaped the calm she had tried to maintain.

In a moment when she could have screamed, killed him, tried to kill everything and everyone, she held out her parasol and soaked the pretty white with his blood when suddenly a hand placed itself on Ayato's shoulder and pushed him backwards so violently that the eldest of the drillings was thrown against the wall. The cracking of the stone was clearly audible.

,,Ayato, be quieter... you have no right," muttered Shu, the only one of the others who almost always interfered, a detail she had also noticed. A detail that everyone had noticed. The eldest of the brothers seemed unable to detach himself from her.

An obsession, her as his property and something told Kianna that of all the evils he was the worst the worst evil which was her greatest and dearest help.

,,Miserable sleeper, then take her, but one day she will grow to my size," Ayato hissed, moving away from the wall and walking away from the two of them, but Ayato's words of warning let them both know that this was not over yet. ,,He needs to learn who you belong to," Shu murmured, his blue eyes shifting from the fallen bows to the brown-haired girl's bright, almost golden eyes.

He took one of the bows and twirled it between his fingers before handing it over and walking past her outside without a word. But his gaze, those engaging blue eyes, told her to follow him.

Taking up the remaining ribbons, she straightened her beloved kelid as best she could and put them on her cell phone before following the blond. ,,You didn't have to do that... but thank you," she reminded him, knowing that she might not have been able to kill Ayato, but she would have done anything to defend her sister, her only light in this hopeless world.

Following him out of the annexe, she found herself in the large rose garden, white and shiny roses growing in the dark light of the moon. ,,I didn't have to do it Kianna but they learn that you are mine and I thought you would have learned that too" he reminded her as if it was something they had both agreed to. Maybe we did, she thought, looking at Shu who had wrapped his hand around one of the roses, plucking the flower and holding it out to her.

,,Learn? Shu can you learn something like this it's in your nature this...madness" she said and took the rose anyway knowing that Yui had treasured it too knowing that no matter what happened he would do anything to keep it with him. Tucking the rose into her hair, she looked up at the moon, the bright yet sinister light she knew vampires actually liked but every light had light and every light was disturbing to vampires.

,,So you call it madness even though you know the truth," he replied, following her gaze before she suddenly opened her parasol and gave him an inviting look. She saw his semblance of a smile before he stood under her umbrella with her, knowing by this gesture what it meant.

Before he gave her an almost gentle rewarding kiss on the top of her head she didn't flinch as she usually did, allowing his touch for a moment before she latched onto him.

Enjoying the stillness that the night brought and the madness that seemed to slowly take over her seemed inviting all at once knowing that he was with her. That Shu would protect her, that he could at least give her love in her so damned life. If it meant being his Kianna knew that she would survive this pain too. She had done so all her life.

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[smallcloudes]

Prompt: Character has a fear of the dark, write about their first night alone in a new house

Had an idea from this prompt utilizing one of my agere OCs, so here goes!

The First Night

Darryl William’s was certainly used to being alone in his room at night, as an only child it was kind of a given. What he wasn’t used to however, was a distinct lack of his precious nightlight. His parents had schooled him about it for years.

“You’re way too old to need a nightlight, Dare,” They’d say,” How are you supposed to be a responsible adult if you still act like a child?” 

However, despite their complaints, Dare couldn’t bear the thought of sleeping without it. You never know what lies in the darkness, with a nightlight there’s no darkness to worry about. He could sleep peacefully knowing exactly what was around him, knowing there was nothing there to hurt him. This also kept his regression at bay. If his parents were displeased with his usage of a nightlight they certainly wouldn’t be accepting of him legitimately acting like a child, whether it was helping him or not. Having a nightlight there kept his fears away which in turn held back his regression until he was certain he was safe to indulge in it.

Now, however, he didn’t have that. It was his first night in his new dorm, he was lucky enough to not have a roommate and instead have a single room but unlucky enough to arrive at the school itself too late and not have enough time to unbox any of his belongings before the darkness came to settle in and he was rendered incapacitated with terror.

Curled up in a bundle of blankets on a mattress with no sheets, Darryl sat crying and shaking with nothing but his tiny phone light to illuminate the area directly around him. He knew it was irrational, logically there was nothing that was going to hurt him, but did fear ever care about logic? So, there he sat: alone, scared and regressed, with nothing to do but wait until he either fell asleep or the morning to come. 

It felt as though hours had passed, realistically it was only about 45 minutes, but there was only so long his body could keep up with crying before his tear ducts ran dry and exhaustion had come to sit with him. He was tired, and annoyed, and even if he was scared he didn’t want to be stuck on his bed shaking all night long. He wanted to have energy in the morning, he wanted his stuffed animals, and, most importantly, he wanted his nightlight, but he couldn’t get any of this in the state he was in now. 

Darryl took a deep breath, in through the nose and out through the mouth, and prepared to coax himself out of his terror. First things first, he needed to ground himself. He needed the reminder of where he was, and that he was safe. His eyes darted around the room, his phone flashlight quick to follow. 5 things I can see, 5 things I can see, 5 things I can see, he thought to himself, desk, bed, closet, nightstand, bed Another deep breath, 1 down, 4 to go. 4 things I can hear, Darryl continued, breathing, crickets, air conditioning, uhm– uhhhh As if right on cue, gentle footsteps could be heard just outside the door, walking down the hall, footsteps! Dare breathed in again, 3 things I can feel, easy! Blanket, mattress, pillow Another breath, another step, 2 things I can smell. This was a harder one, there was a very clear lack of things to smell at the moment. This was fine though, Dare could always find something. The dusty dorm and- oh! He buried his nose into his sweater sleeve, I can smell home… and one thing I can taste Darryl looked up at the closet, that before had seemed so scary and so far away. The taste of victory.

Oh so carefully Dare tiptoed his way over to the closet. Digging in box after box until he found a teddy bear and his beloved nightlight. He happily plugged it into the nearest outlet, basking in the soft glow, before climbing back into bed and falling into a peaceful rest.

I don't consider myself a very great writer, I know I can get by but some things do come out really awkward and cringe- but I hope you enjoyed this regardless :)

[one-idea]

HIII it's me again :D glad to hear you're doing well!! I hope life is being kind to you <3

of course, take your time to get to this part of the story!! I hope you end up liking sabo as well !! and get ready for the heartbreak of marineford... no really, get a few tissues because there are gonna be tears

coming back to the au, your ideas continue to amaze me, I swear I had this exact expression of shock 😲 reading everything, ITS SO GOOD !!! it's very in character for whitebeard to want to take responsability of blackbeard's actions and appear to help luffy, and of course shanks is going to help his boy (also, don't wanna spoil too much, but he gets there late for reasons and IMAGINE him seeing he failed to protect the sweet boy he was confident would become the new king of the pirates, that he passed his precious hat to... he'd be blaming himself so hard and I'm here for it!)

now that's pretty much what happens in canon, but throw in the revolutionary army in the mix?? PERFECTION !!! of course Dragon would want to save his son, so it'd make sense for him to send some people to help, and who better than the boy he trained himself, sabo? there's no way that could go wrong, right ^^ (it's going to go terribly!)

the idea of sabo meeting with his brothers but not recognizing them... acting like strangers... then gaining back his memories... being right there seeing with his own eyes when it all goes down and not being able to do anything about it, to save his little brother (who he's just starting to remember is his little brother at all)... and worse, thinking he lost BOTH of them at once, right when he got his memory of them back... I'm going insane just thinking about it !!! the guilt this boy feels in canon is already off the charts, imagine in this scenario in which he was THERE and still it didn't change a thing and his baby brother died right in front of him??? he's gonna be consumed by it, probably won't feel worthy of daring to show his face to ace after everything and trying to isolate himself to wallow on his guilt and self-hatred... we love emotionally unstable blorbos in this house!! god help koala and olivia who will have to deal with this mess. and then sabo and ace will have no choice but to meet in dressrosa and that's! gonna be fun! not for them... but for us it will!

THE KOBYFICATION OF DEUCE. YOUR BRAIN IS HUGE!!!! THIS IS GENIUS!!! deuce running his anti marine propaganda newspaper is so important to me... him joining the revolutionary army... it's everything I could ever ask for... and the acedeuce beloveds... with the added bonus of that awkward moment when your coworker/boss is your crush's brother AND your crush's mother figure is also your coworker and hears you gush about him

isuka mention !!! she's such a cutie, glad to see she's here too !! also her taking the role of ace's marine rival is just perfect

sorry I got way too excited with this but your au is just way too amazing <3 thank you once more for sharing your ideas!!

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I’m so sorry I took so long to respond to this.

I’m very afraid of getting to Marineford. My mental health can’t deal with the stress at the moment.

But yes you get it. Sabo and Ace working together to save Luffy without realizing it.

Like Ace just wants to get Luffy out of Impel down and this masked loser is slowing him down. How dare he!

Meanwhile Sabo has the biggest headache (particularly from his memories trying to resurface) because Ace is the most reckless person to ever live. He’s going to get them caught! Stop attacking everyone!

These two just can’t work together because Ace is in panic mode and this person who is only here to save Luffy because Dragon sent him can’t possibly understand the stress Ace is under. How important Luffy is.

Sabo (at the time) doesn’t get it. He needs to get his bosses son out of here. He gets that his adopted older brother is emotional but just calm down and think!

Later Sabo, with all of his memories will look back at this time and wonder. If I had let Ace rush it. If we were both fighting desperately for our little brother, could we have gotten to Luffy in time?

Even later when the meet at Dressrosa and Ace puts together just who the Masked loser in impel down was. When he realizes it was Sabo who “slowed him down” (kept him alive!) he has no idea how to feel. Enraged (why didn’t Sabo care about Luffy) confused (this couldn’t be their brother) desperate (one of his brothers is here, he’s not alone) upset (where was Sabo the past two years? Past 12? Ace needed him! Luffy needed them!) and fury (Luffy will never get to be with both his big brothers every again. He died think Sabo was gone)

Needless to say Ace has a lot of BIG feelings the day Sabo walks back into his life.

Back to Deuce!

I love him so much. His anti-marine paper is so important to me to. Like his dream is to be a writer. Let him write. Let him tell the world exactly what the Marines and pirates do. Let him tell the world about liberated countries and the injustices of the world government.

People say he’s afraid to show his face and that’s why he wears a mask and uses a fake name. But Deuce has never been more himself. He’s never been truer to himself than when he goes by the name Ace gave him.

He tells everyone how amazing the reverse strawhats are. And you best believe when Ace’s lineage gets out he’s writing about not only Ace’s character (how he saves people because he wants to, how no man should be judged by who their father is) but he’s doing his research on the original pirate king and just destroying all the lies the world government circulated about him. The public conscious changes. Roger’s wasn’t a horrible person, in fact he helped a lot of people. And even if he wasn’t should they really hold a son accountable for his father?

(This is after Luffy’s death and you best believe Deuce dragged the Marines for filth over that. The public knows Luffy as a 16 almost 17 year old who never left his home island. Sure he was a bit wild but everyone liked him. He never hurt anyone. And yet the government killed him because of what his father, who he never met, had done. Deuce ran them over the coals. He couldn’t stop what happened at Marineford. The revs wouldn’t even let him go to fight (he was to important by then) but he’s not going to have the last picture Ace has of his little brother be the one the papers ran with Luffy dying in Ace’s arms. Every piece he writes about Luffy he tries to find an old photo from Dawn island or Dragon’s surveillance to attach to the article. It drives home that he was just a boy, while also giving Ace new picture of his precious brother to cherish.

Speaking of Acedeuce. Deuce suffers those two years Nico Olive is there. It’s already awkward enough that Sabo, who has heard him talk about how down bad he is for Ace for two years, turns out to be Ace’s brother. But Nico Olivia? He never knows peace.

On one hand it’s nice. She helps him write his pieces about Luffy. (Ace told a lot of stories during their 3 years together) in exchange she gets a nice copy of every picture they find of Luffy and Ace from Dragon’s surveillance (he definitely had people watching over his boy) she collects them to give to Ace when they reunite.

On the other hand, she is relentless. Constantly teasing Deuce about his crush. (She’s met him before. In the early days of his paper before he was recruited by the Revs.) constantly asking when he was going to ask her captain out? When the wedding would be? Should he be joining the crew once they were official?

Deuce thinks she’s just teasing him. And he could live with it, if she didn’t make it sound like Ace wanted him to. (Baby is in hard core denial that his feelings could be returned)

Nico Olivia does not see herself as cruel. She is asking honest questions. To her (and the crew) Ace’s crush on Deuce was obvious. The question was never Ace’s feelings but Deuce’s though Olivia knew from the way Deuce wrote about Ace that he must have feelings for her captain, it was nice to have it confirmed by the other Revs. (Koala makes fun of Deuces crush at all times, especially now that it makes Sabo squirm because that’s HIS big brother they are talking about!) to Olivia she can’t see why the two boys wouldn’t get together. (After Ace has had time to grieve and process his loss of course)

Her captain deserves good things. He early lets himself want, believing he does not deserve the goodness of the world. Olivia violently disagrees. She wants her boy happy. And Deuce is a great young man who would make her boy happy. Sure she might be a little pushy, but she’s not getting any younger. Excuse her for wanting to see her kids get married before she dies. (She’s not dying anytime soon, but she will use guilt to her advantage if it will make these two knuckle heads get it together sooner rather than later)

[atinyjules]

I JUST KNEW FT. LEE HAECHAN

It's been awhile. I hv no idea why the work just keeps piling up but yeah...updates will now unfortunately be slower than it was before but don't worry! I will continue posting as much as I can.

So let's go forward with this fic!

°°° - This signifies the characters flashback

Genre: Dad au, family au, romance, fluff, crack.

Pairings: Haechan x Miyuki

Warnings: None

I just knew.

It was like the universe had already planned Us.

Me and Miyuki had been friends ever since she moved to my neighbourhood from Tokyo. At first I was skeptical to converse with her since her Korean wasn't too strong, she was Japanese of course. But as time went on, small talks turned into us hanging out at each others houses till it was dark. We were inseparable, still are. I always knew that I wanted to marry her but what strengthened my desire more was a situation we were in during our second year of high school.

I was a naughty and curious kid growing up, but I was an even more rebellious teen. Picking fights with people stronger than me, sleeping during class, staying back for detention and visiting the Principal's office way too much for my own liking. It was Summer and we had just two days before the summer holidays began, I bitched about Kim Yena Queen Bee of my high school. Not only was she the most popular girl on campus, she was the beloved girlfriend of the King of Kwangya high Park Jaesun.

He was...well...terrifying and he was even more terrifying when anyone even so looked at his Queen a different way. Yena was his queen and I bitched about her...well technically that whole drama could've been avoided if only she had steered clear of my girl, Miyuki. Not that we were dating at that time, but Miyuki was my best friend wayyy before we fell in love and had tiny munchkins of our own so when she told me that Yena verbally and physically abused her I bitched her like no one ever bitched before.

Then word got out and I became the school's most wanted student. Jaesun's minions were on my tail every single day until that faithful day, two days before our Summer holidays began. He had me surrounded on all sides and beat me up like there was no tomorrow until an angel came and saved me with pepper spray.

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"Yah!" I opened my eyes slightly at sound of a familiar voice.

"What? Go about your business little girl." Jaesun said before kicking my stomach making me let out a cry.

"Yah! Let him go you bully!" Miyuki exclaimed as I gasped out for air.

"Miyuki, stay o-out of this!" I exclaimed making Yena laugh.

"Ohh, so he's your knight in shining armour." she said making Miyuki gulp as she pushed Yena to the ground harshly and made her way towards me making me curse.

"Bitch, run!" I exclaimed.

"Yah! How dare you push Yena?!" Jaesun exclaimed and walked towards Miyuki.

"You listen! I've had enough of bullies like you guys! No one gets to beat up my best friend except me!" she exclaimed and quickly took out something from her bag and sprayed it on Jaesun's eyes.

"Arghhh!! My eyes!" he said and fell to the ground.

"You bitch-" she cut Yena off by spraying what looks like pepper spray on her eyes as well.

"Come on!" Miyuki quickly helped me up and began running.

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"Pepper...spray." I said exasperatedly as she caught her breath.

"I didn't know what else to do..." she said as I sat down on the floor of her bedroom.

"You could've gotten hurt." I said worriedly as she smiled.

"And leave you to become dead meat? No way...you're far too important to me." she said and gasped after realising what she said, going completely red after.

"Ahh so I'm that special?" I teased as she hit my arm lightly.

"Of course you are..." she said as I looked at her quietly with a loving gaze.

"You...y-you're important to me too...I wouldn't have gotten those beatings if you weren't important to me..."

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And everything after that was history.

That day I realised that she was the one for me and I was gonna marry her. And five years of dating later we got married and we now have two beautiful angels together. Life just couldn't get any better than this. Looking back, I now know the answer to the question a lot of people asked me over the years after finding out that we're childhood best friends and high school sweethearts.

How did you know that she was the one?

The answer is that...I just knew.

"Dadd!!" I was brought out of my trance when Chaerin suddenly exclaimed.

"Yes, baby?" I ask with a smile as I pick her up into my arms.

"Mommy's calling!" she blurted out making me laugh.

"Ohh, is she? Come on, let's go to mommy then!" I say happily as I marched over to the dining room to see her and Chaerin.

"Doesn't this arrangement look beautiful?!" she chirped happily and showed me the flower arrangements done by her and Chaerin making me smile as I placed a kiss on her cheek.

"It's gorgeous love, just like you." I said as she hit me playfully.

"Daddy! Do you like it?! I helped mommy do it!" she said as I cooed at her and kissed her forehead.

"Chaein, do you like it?" she asked our youngest while placing a little flower in her hair.

"Yes!" she exclaimed making us smile as we sat in the dining room, talking for the rest of the day.

That's the end of this fic! It kinda turned out crappy at the end as I ran out of ideas but I hope y'all liked it anyways.

Reblogs and likes are appreciated 🌠✨

[sparxaf]

TSIME: Meet Bobby's Crew (part 1)

One of my favorite parts of writing is actually just character creation. I love knowing exactly what they look like and all kinds of fun details about them, even if those details never end up in the actual story. So I figure, since I wasted tons of time making long character profiles for them, I figured I might as well write them up, make them pretty, and share them. Why am I doing this? Because sharing is caring. Duh. Defnitely not because I'm avoiding editing. How dare you?

ANYWAY. In this post we're meeting Bobby's best friend, his husband, and their daughter.

Meet Louis:

Interesting facts:

🗸 Louis is a loving, generous soul and does not charge Bobby rent. But he does occassionally ask for baked goods and Bobby always obliges.

🗸 Before they even got engaged, he insisted on paying for all of Dean's sick mum's housing and care, to take the stress off of his beloved.

🗸 He's a homebody who hates traveling. He finds it stressful and doesn't like feeling unmoored. He decided against going to a prestigious culinary school because he didn't want to leave Glasgow.

🗸 He and Lili get along because they're both type-A snugglers.

🗸 Comes from a wealthy family. His mother is a very successful estate agent and his father was a popular rugger (now retired). He's an only child.

🗸 His father, who grew up working class, decided that Louis should go to public school so he'd experience the real world outside of their wealthy bubble.

🗸 In school Louis was routinely, sometimes viciously bullied for being posh. Something he never told his family. But he didn't come out until he was twenty years old because he feared even more bullying for being gay. His parents had already guessed and gave him nothing but love and support.

🗸 Louis was not happy when Bobby added Jonno to their friend group in P6 and even less happy when Fenella was added when they were adults. He puts up with them because he loves Bobby and just accepts that his best friend is the type who brings mangy strays home, thinking they're beautiful. And who is Louis to tell him they're not? That said, they're not all mingin'. He adores Maitland and Nivaan.

Meet Dean:

Interesting facts: (there's a lot for Dean)

🗸 Despite being so tall and muscular, Dean is a fluffy bunny of a man. Very sentimental and kind. He will not kill bugs. If Louis wants a spider squashed, he's on his own.

🗸 He has four siblings, one sister and three brothers. He was the youngest. His home life was not great. His family was incredibly poor and his dad was abusive, sexist, and homophobic (among other award-winning personality traits). His mother was loving, but very passive and preferred not to rock the boat.

🗸 When he was fourteen he was trying to make sense of his bisexuality, so he confided in his mum. One of his older brothers overheard and told their dad. To say it was handled poorly would be an understatment. Hurt, scared, and unwelcome in his home, he moved in with his sister, an artist who lives in Rochdale. He says she is the person who actually raised him to be a decent person.

🗸 His mum and dad divorced when she had two strokes and his fuckface father wasn't interested in caring for her. Dean routinely comes down to Norfolk to take care of her affairs as she didn't want to move. His brothers do care about their mum, but theyre mostly skivers who don't know how to be helpful. His sister keeps in contact with Dean, but she has no interest in being near the the rest of the family so he's the only one taking care of his mum.

🗸 His dad and brothers actually have the nerve to try demanding money and help from him, because they know Louis is wealthy. Never mind that they have not supported their marriage and have never said a kind word to either of them. Dean has never given them a dime.

🗸 He has never and will never ever admit this to anyone, but the night he met Bobby at the pub, he assumed the Scot was grafting and he was 100% ready to take him back to his hotel room. So he was confused when Bobby told him he'd called his friend Louis and he was coming to the pub to meet Dean. Then Louis showed up and Dean could hardly speak because he was so instantly and completely smitten. It was weeks later that he realized Bobby was just obliviously flirtatious with everyone.

MEET ISLA:

Interesting facts:

🗸 There are none. She's three. Toddlers are generally low on interesting backstory.

Stay tuned for part 2 to meet Maitland, Fen, Nivaan, Jonno, and Samantha!

[scripted-downfall]

Dark Angel Reaction: PILOT

@typicalopposite reacts [with occasional asides by scripted-downfall]

Hawkins lab vibes are strong

Shoot them!? They are bebes

Hawkins vibes gone he didn’t try to kill her 😂😂  Just bring her back

Now lady hawke vibes? She fell through the lake

Ok discount Clint Eastwood.

Ma’am.  Ma’am why were you in the clearing.  Where they can see you.  Under the ice.  When there’s all that snow covered spaces

“Hope is for losers.  Still, I hope they are ok.”  LOSER

[scripted-downfall here mentions that clips from this show were used in Hitman despite them not making any sense given the film’s plot]

She was not bouncing around fren.  She was seizing.  There’s a difference

Ok so regardless of how I feel about her character or the actress herself. Ma’am’s foine [scripted-downfall here mentions that she should watch Sin City, then]

I love his accent ☠️☠️☠️

I have met Normal

They have lgbt; How advanced [scripted-downfall here says: OC MY BELOVED]

Oh bby not the first date anniversary

Is that Logan?  On the tv?  I know the voice 😂 Tony was my favorite on NCIS [scripted-downfall confirms because she has no follow-through on the no-spoilers rule.  Also, she’s already said way too much previously to try that now]  now I’m just picturing a news reporter kneeling over a dead body with a quill pen… dipping it in the blood to write

I have no idea what she just said. Just heard ones and zeros… then No way.   

I thought he said he pissed on some one. ☠️☠️  But he said I pissed and moaned

CHEATER!!  CHEATER!!  OMG!  ON THE BIG 1-0!  How dare he?!  MENNNNN

WHAT A GIFT  Bruh.  Men.

“Hey bby girl. I know you're mad at me for leavin you for someone else. But I only did cause you sucked.  Take me back”

“You’re like a mystery… it’s… mysterious”

Ma’am, you can’t drive your bike in here

Them straight across brows Are killing me 

I thought that was Mary.  Or Ellen.  Le gasp

“She was a white lady! With blonde hair and blue eyes. How hard is that to find!”  ☠️☠️☠️

How.  Howwwww.  Did that little ass knife.  Open that door

Don’t do it max- Fuck that.  Lady just yeeted her self off the building

Tony!  I mean Logan

It looks like he cocked a flashlight

This is the most monotone back and forth

That run.  THAT RUN ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Oh shitttt They slicing him up, poor kid 😖😖😖

[scripted-downfall, while watching the show for the second time: this is the most friendly/smiley I’ve ever seen Max; wth happened!?]

Oh Theo dyinnggg

“We gotta talk” “Nothing” Bruh MEN

🤔🤔🤔 Why did she open the can in his face ☠️

It’s scary spice’s hi for me.

“Let me get my coat”  “The one you’re wearing?” ☠️

A man that understands she’s stronger. A little respect!

Poof she gone  *insert “A ghost!” gif*

Ok Lydia stfu

I’m ded.  This whole scene ☠️☠️☠️  “Imma claw you.” *sticks hand in face… max grabs it*  “let go of my hand.”  Just.  Wot

“I broke into your house.  HOW DARE YOU BREAK INTO MINE?  And then cook for me!?”

Is Peter a robot?  He seems like a robot

“I had to see you… pretty thief lady”

[scripted-downfall interrupts: WTF IS THAT CHIN GRAB I DIDN'T REMEMBER THAT]

– – –

Brief hiatus because we had to pause for a bit.  After being asked about what she thought thus far: 

Not too bad.  I’ll definitely have to rewatch it once work comes down and I can watch it at home but I like it

– – – 

Gotta love the classic your telling me exactly how it was but I’m gonna play dumb

He’s like bitch you got a barcode on your neck

Oh nooooo guy got mugged.

 Well, “Mugged”

Oh nooo Theo

Ninja kids!  Minus one

Ooooh. Normal, buddy… you just put your foot all the way down your throat [scripted-downfall interjects: Yeah, he, uh.  Does that a lot.]

Not robot Peter!!!

Ahhh guilt

So she gonna go save the kid?

Is that discount Clint Eastwood?

“Oh pretty boy! I’m sawwry I got you ded”  [scripted-downfall: I hadn’t noticed the religious imagery starting this early because I didn’t know the significance from Pollo Loco.  That’s interesting.]

He needs to just sit up and go… bitch wtf are you talking about

Pshhhh you’re face screamed guilt shush woman

“I don’t feel guilt. Imma save him… cause he’s pretty. And imma talk to him and tell him a story the whole time… but I don’t feel guilty”

Blahblahblah angsty girl blah

Side note: We should totally watch a scary movie and commentate on it [scripted-downfall: YES.]

No one sees spider girl.  Yeah. Right

Well that was easy ☠️

Ooo 👀  [scripted-downfall: ma’am is looking disrespectfully]

Her hair is a lil greasy tho

… welp I had a dirty thought to that ☠️  Just gonna keep it to myself ☠️☠️☠️☠️

☠️☠️☠️ MEN

Le gasp Is she double crossing or is this part of it?

You have tired eyes.  But… same so eh

Typical MANNNNN

SAME MAX (her face at his little attempt)

Oooh super speeed [scripted-downfall: as you can see, she’s being very subtle about being from Manticore]

She just threw that man by her ears

Did she really ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ [scripted-downfall: was that about her smacking his ass?] Yes.  She pulled his pants down and I was like…. What’s this rated again  [Yes.]

How long can ma’am hold her damn breath. Cause GEEEEZ [scripted-downfall: Another Manticore power.]

Okie dokie [scripted-downfall: *inserts Supernatural “I like him; he says okey-dokey” gif*.]

Why is the one holding his mouth like that!?!

angelic music cause buddies are dumb

Clint sees something [scripted-downfall: His name is Lydecker, btw]

Nah man you just had her, dummy

More angelics to ride away angstily on

[scripted-downfall: This won’t make sense yet, but I didn’t realize that Sky was already here in the pilot.]

Oh wow Normal. That’s dirty.  They just be shipping people. That’s- Is that legal?  IS THAT LEGAL?  I can’t even take my dad in the car with out his death certificate; cops might think he’s cocaine [scripted-downfall:  I don’t think the cops much… care.]

Oh so is he paralyzed the whole show? [scripted-downfall: It’s… iffy.  You’ll see.]

“I need you to do a little leg work for me” Cause mine don’t

Angelics one more time.  [scripted-downfall: You do know the show’s called Dark… Angel.  Yeah?  :)]  On top of a building.  In front of the moon.  How angsty.

-- -- --

I like it!  But alas I cannot watch another!  I’ll publish a summary judgement later though

[scripted-downfall: That's a wrap, folks! Next episode will be... tomorrow? *smiles and puppy-dog-eyes at @typicalopposite and prays it works*]

[ffxiv-swarm]

prompt 3: i think of you lonely

Wrapped around a dragon’s horn:

Master Mordeterre,

I hope this letter finds you Well and Unharmed, both in mind and body, for Well do I Know the Cruelties which your Superiors are capable of. Do please tell me you have something Else with which to occupy your time – a Hobby, perhaps? A beloved pet? Something which does Not find joy in Fire and Blood?

I recall you expressing your Disbelief that my comrades and I would survive the retaking of the Stone Vigil. Do kindly find attached my Proof to the contrary, and note that I intend Many More victories to come.

Regards,

Ritanelle Soleil

Tattered and smudged, in the same package as a glowing green feather and a broadsheet advertising a comedic play:

Master Mordeterre,

Relieved I am to hear from you, and yet Further Relieved that you are a man of Taste and Learning. You simply Must tell me the name of your cat, his features, and how you came to acquire him, and as for your many Languages – I Demand to know all that you know of Old Gelmorran, how you came to speak it, which texts on the subject I may somehow acquire, etc., etc. I am of that extraction myself, tho’ I have not been blessed with a strong connexion to the Culture and Heritage which is Mine by right. (I shall spare you the Many sheets of paper which I might fill with the depredations of the Gridanians upon my people.) My most fervent desire has Ever been for Greater Knowledge.

I do note, however, that you have only listed solitary pursuits. Surely you must leave the house! I, for one, can spend Many hours at the theaters of whichever city in which I find myself. The tale depicted on the attached sheet is a Particular favorite, and I believe it is also being performed in Your fair city. I would be Most appreciative if you would tell me your own opinion, should you chance to see it.

Sincerely,

Ritanelle

P. S.: The feather was dropped by Garuda, a Most Fierce adversary. Alas, ‘twas the Empire which struck the killing blow. I do not anticipate any threat to Ishgard, but please do take care.

Accompanied by several newspaper clippings:

Avery,

Thank you, thank you, thank you for your loan of the Old Gelmorran primers! I have indeed received them safely, and you may rest assured that I shall return them in Immaculate condition. I have not yet dared to open them, for I know that once I do I shan’t wish to stop even to Eat. And don’t you Dare apologize for your marginalia, you Ridiculous Man! I Adore seeing the evidence of a book Well-Loved. (Even if it is loved by Galloway, who I see has left his tiny fangs imprinted on one corner! Cats are even more trouble than carbuncles!)

Additionally, I am full glad that you enjoyed the play, tho’ I was much Grieved to hear of the zeal with which your Ishgardian Censors ply their trade. The scene with the Sahagin and the apple cart truly must be seen for later developments of M’khebbe’s character to land Properly! And yes, I assure you that there is development of her character, for it hides Quite the clever message if you know to look.

[Several paragraphs follow, explaining Lominsan theatrical conventions, the importance of stage direction, and the double entendres excised from the Ishgardian version.]

Ah, but I am sure you are Wondering about the newspaper clippings. No doubt you have heard of the success of Operation Archon. I am not here to reiterate it, merely to share that I have had to give Several newspaper interviews regarding my role in Expelling the Garleans from our fair land, and I wished for you Not to think I was bragging Unduly. It was [large inkblot] a Most Terrible Battle. That we Survived can only be attributed to Hydaelyn’s Will and Love for Us. This is not the word of a Foreign Heretic, merely the Truth. You are not the only people who are Beloved by your Goddess.

And on that note, I wish you a happy St. Daniffen’s Day! I understand this is the holiday with all the fish-shaped pastries, yes? Do you know where I might procure a recipe? These past few weeks I have found myself with an Excess of free time.

Most sincerely,

Ritanelle

P.S.: I understand you are an Accomplished archer. Perhaps you might enjoy making the acquaintance of my new Scion partner? She is a woman from the Far East of surpassing skill with a bow. Hanchecheg Ganchecheg Gantsetseg is her name.

[A lengthy correspondence follows. Ritanelle seems determined to update Avery on all the strange and lovely things she does and encounters in Eorzea—ancient Allagan crystal spires, fierce battles against primals, plays she’s seen and delicious meals she’s eaten—with a strong undercurrent that he is missing out. They have several lengthy discussions of Gelmorran pronunciation and grammar, particularly its relation to Old Elezen. At one point, she does indeed go on a several-page-long rant regarding Gridania. They do not, as a general rule, discuss his career.]

Unsent:

Dear Avery,

I have met the woman you call Iceheart and [inkblot] she is not Icy at all. Merely fierce in her convictions, as a falcon is fierce. It is true she is a heretic, and a truer one than you ever called me, but though her methods are harsh and misguided that does not make her motivation evil. She believes man and dragon can live in peace, and I am not sure she is wrong. I truly think that, could she actually speak to someone in power – Ser Aymeric, perhaps – some True Change could be made. You cannot tell me you want to fight dragons for Another thousand years!

Perhaps you do.

Perhaps I’ve misjudged and you

I know you will call me Mad. Will say I have lost my Mind. But I am thinking clearly, soberly, and could you but Speak to her – she is an Intelligent Woman. You can be Reasonable. If nothing else, I think the discussion would be Illuminating.

If you don’t just turn her over to your bosses

I have seen what they do [large inkblot]

~Rita

On the reverse of a sketch of an elezen woman in a ball gown:

Avery,

The Sultana of Ul’dah is giving a ball to celebrate Ishgard’s Return to the Eorzean fold, and the Scions are invited! Attached please find a sketch of what I plan to wear; I know not if you can Acquire an invitation, but perhaps if the Stars Align we shall see each other there. You will enjoy the Food, if not the Weather – Ul’dah is Quite Warm, especially if you are not used to it. Fortunately, I am – and I certainly plan to be dressed for it! One can never have Too Much gold, in my opinion. Should we meet, I am looking forward to discussing our Usual Topics in person for once – I have been diligently practicing my Old Gelmorran, but I daresay you shall not laugh if I am less than fluent.

Wish me luck!

~Rita

[fivekrystalpetals]

Not having your live reading of Pandora Hearts will be sad ! I loved seing your analysis, I'm happy you enjoyed it :3

Awwww thank you so much ❤!! yes it’s gonna be so sad for me too to not have my weekly live screaming sessions,, nooo this masterpiece of a story got over ;_; as they say, every good thing has to come to an end (nooooo~) so we gotta enjoy it till it lasts ;_; [I want to reread it again, but not anytime now... I need time to recover, sadly it seems I am getting increasingly upset and frustrated seeing A Certain Someone’s logic and arguments so I need some time to get over it and read again with a clearer mind; lol I generally don't get this upset over a fictional character but this guy’s character resonate a lot with someone ik ig that’s why I associate one with the other in my mind idk]

Break continues to be my favorite character which is honestly a surprise bc I tend to change my favorite midway through the series (I am not faithful shhh); Lottie and Lacie come a close second (well-written female characters tho they had not enough screen time (at least not for me, I wanted to see more of them!), they have lots of gaps and flaws I can develop on in my mind and in my fics if I ever post anything) 

The two Alices, Oz and Gil: they are my babies now I adopted them, already signed adoption papers and all 💪 (once again, a surprise bc I hardly ever care about the main characters but these four are just... made-to-be-loved how dare anyone hurt them?!?!? *looking at a Certain Someone 🔪🔪* I just wish we saw more of Alyss and her thoughts, likes, dislikes etc. before the end. Since Cheshire loved her but was dead scared of our Alice, Alyss must have craved for meat less lol) 

Fun fact: my favorite arc in Pandora Hearts still remains *drumroll* Headhunter Arc my beloved <3 

not only was it mochijun’s super self-indulgent glamorous-makeover-for-all-my-characters arc but also has some of the best cliffhangers, plot twists and lore—humpty-dumpty (this chain damn!), Fianna’s house and their eerie ritual of making contractors out of little homeless kids, the doings of Isla Yura, his cult of Jack worshippers and the Nightrays (except Elliot ofc) all gave me chills and thrills, kept me to the edge of the seat,, say, if you see, I have less live drafts for that arc, it’s because... I was so invested in the story I couldn't even bother to pause and log on to tumblr; I just had to get to the end. It was like a standalone, little whodunit+thriller story arc with Eliot as the detective/protagonist set out to investigate his family’s curse ;_; and then the final reveal of the actual criminal (Retrace 61) 😭 (something I had guessed at in the beginning from Lottie’s words but the rat is just that good at distracting us from the truth =_=)

The rest of the story is, well, do I need to explain aghfhshfg why is this story so compact and coherent and filled with so much foreshadowing right from the first panel of the Retrace 1 that it still gives me goosebumps (I was actually talking about Retrace 76/77 with my friend (no, not specifying names or giving out spoilers, she hasn’t read PH yet and I am slowly luring her in with a carrot into this rabbit hole)—kinda like: See? I think I have uncovered a huge conspiracy theory— you know the suspected immortals in our world? I think they never die but go full Benjamin Button mode back and forth! She is super interested to know more and I am waiting to cast The Question: *conspiratorial tone* Do you wanna read something with a plot like that?)

ahhhh lol I was rambling but thank you so much for sticking around with me til the end, reading my analysis and posts (most of them were my incoherent screams fgsghghsj) and for this ask! It was so sweet of you <3 <3 And although I ran out of my live drafts, I do plan on writing a lot on the other characters too (in fact, I have three posts—character analysis of sorts—about Oswald, Gil, Vince and the Baskervilles in general—in my drafts and then, a few others in plans.) I will also be screaming (and probs writing fics bc what else to do when a ship takes its roots inside your head) about my favorite ship ahem ahem, which no one but me likes 😭😭, so that too.

So no worries, PH brainrot is going strong! my reactions on tumblr is actually minimal,, only about 10% of how much of a nuisance I was with people here irl at Certain Points in the story lmaohgjsgj