#I've barely drawn anything lately

[inumakkin]

Last one already??

[stawbeemilk]

⤷ insecurities they think are beautiful; part 2 – hq

✩ characters: various

✩ warnings: none

✩ a/n: i've been super busy with work but i'm finally back! i decided to write a part 2 to this bc i've been feeling pretty down lately. but yeah these are once again all things i personally struggle with or have struggled with in the past ◡̈

⭑ bare face

every time he gets the opportunity to see you without makeup, he swears he feels his heart beat twice as fast. of course he appreciates all the time and effort it takes for you to do your makeup, but he just thinks there's something so intimate about seeing you fresh out of the shower, your hair still damp and your face entirely bare. he doesn't miss the way you tend to avoid eye contact, how you shy away from him and subconsciously try to hide your face, and it makes his heart sink because how do you not realise how cute you are? his favourite part of the day is waking up next to you and getting to see your pretty face, imperfections and all— it never fails to make his heart flutter.

⤷ hinata, fukunaga, iwaizumi, tendou, suna, osamu, ennoshita

⭑ messy hair

he thinks your unruly hair is adorable. he knows that it can sometimes make you feel a little self-conscious, worrying that you don't look presentable with your hair a mess and finding yourself becoming frustrated with it because of how long you spend trying to style it in the morning, but he loves the way it sets you apart from everyone else. he might occasionally tease you about it, but it's always intended to be lighthearted and he never means anything by it. likes to ruffle your hair for his own amusement, making it even messier than it is already and enjoying the way you pout at him and try to smooth it down.

⤷ kuroo, tsukishima, matsukawa, yaku, akaashi, daishou, hoshiumi

⭑ beauty marks

he finds himself drawn to the pretty marks on your face, unable to take his eyes off you because you're so beautiful. whenever he goes to kiss you he always starts off by letting his lips trail over the points of your face where your marks reside, before softly pressing them against your own. he loves how unique they make you look, and he thinks they compliment your features perfectly. it makes him so sad when he sees you trying to cover them up with makeup, and the fact that you don't see them the way he does genuinely hurts him. he loves the idea that your beauty marks are where your lover kissed you the most during your past life, and he likes to kiss them in hopes that he'll be leaving those marks on you in your next life too.

⤷ sugawara, kai, oikawa, tanaka, konoha, kita, hirugami, asahi

⭑ cellulite

he loves to randomly grab your thighs at any chance he gets, enjoying the way the supple flesh feels under his palms. he thinks you look amazing in thigh high socks and cute little skirts, and whenever he sees the small amount of pudge at the top of your socks he'll definitely have a hard time keeping his hands to himself. to be honest he probably didn't even realise you had cellulite until you pointed it out to him, too preoccupied with how absolutely gorgeous you look to notice such a small detail. reminds you that it's completely normal and natural, and will reassure you that he thinks it's beautiful as many times as it takes until you start to believe him.

⤷ daichi, bokuto, yamamoto, kyotani, atsumu, nishinoya, meian

⭑ being thin

he honestly can't understand why you don't like your body, because in his eyes you're literally perfect. he knows that you tend to wear baggier clothing most of the time, the loose fabric swallowing up your figure and concealing the parts you dislike the most about yourself, but he would be lying if he said he didn't love those days when it's really hot outside and you opt for something that's a little more revealing than usual. he adores the way tighter clothes look on you, and the way they show off and accentuate your beautiful figure. he thinks you look so pretty and delicate, and the fact you're smaller than him makes him swoon.

⤷ kageyama, kenma, hanamaki, sakusa, yamaguchi, goshiki, kunimi

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[girl-next-door-writes]

A Little Comfort

Characters: George Weasley x reader

Summary: George Weasley finds himself longing for the comfort of being the little spoon, but his pride and embarrassment hold him back from asking. As he navigates his feelings, he discovers that vulnerability can lead to unexpected moments of intimacy.

Word Count: 1022 words

Prompt: Georgie wanting to be the little spoon but too embarrassed to ask. Just well built guy wanting spooned or to sit in your lap with his hair getting played with.

A/N:  anon

George Weasley was many things: a prankster, an inventor, a loyal friend. But there was one thing he longed for more than anything else, something he kept hidden behind his confident facade—the desire to be cared for, to let his guard down and be wrapped up in the arms of someone who loved him. George Weasley just wanted to find love. It wasn't something he openly admitted to, especially not to his twin brother Fred, who would never let him live it down. George had always been the one to be the protector, but lately, he found himself yearning for the warmth and comfort of being held.

It was a quiet evening at The Burrow, the fire crackling in the hearth as George sat with his family, lost in his thoughts. He watched as his siblings and their significant others chatted and laughed, envy gnawing at him as he longed for the kind of closeness they shared.

As the night wore on, George found himself drawn to the idea of being held more and more. He imagined the feeling of strong arms wrapped around him, the gentle strokes of fingers through his hair, and the soothing rhythm of a heartbeat against his back. But admitting his desire felt like an insurmountable hurdle. What would his people think? Would they mock him mercilessly, or worse, pity him for his vulnerability? George couldn't bear the thought of being seen as weak, even if it meant denying himself the comfort he craved.

The days passed, and George's longing only grew stronger. He tried to bury his feelings beneath layers of humor and bravado, but they lingered in the back of his mind, a constant reminder of what he was denying himself. Every person who crossed his path was assessed for romantic partner potential, but nobody seemed to measure up.

One evening, as the family gathered for dinner at The Burrow. Charlie had brought one of his many friends with him and George found himself sitting next to you. He stole glances at you when he thought no one was looking, admiring the way your eyes sparkled with laughter and the way your smile lit up the room. This wasn’t the first time you had been a guest of the Weasley family but there was something different this time, something that seemed to call out to George, drawing him in.

As the meal progressed, George's desire to be near you grew almost unbearable. He could hardly concentrate on the conversation, his mind consumed with thoughts of you holding him close, your soft touch soothing his troubled heart. But as much as he longed for it, George couldn't bring himself to ask. The fear of rejection, of being laughed at or dismissed, held him back, trapping him in a cycle of longing and self-doubt.

After dinner, as the family dispersed to their various activities, George found himself alone with you in the living room. The fire cast a warm glow over the room, bathing everything in a soft, flickering light.

"Hey, George," you said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you. "Are you okay? You seem a bit...distracted tonight."  

George hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to confide in you. But something in your eyes, the genuine concern and warmth you showed him, gave him the courage to speak.

"I...I've been feeling a bit off lately," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just...struggling with some things, you know?"

You nodded sympathetically, reaching out to place a comforting hand on his arm. "I'm here if you want to talk about it," you offered gently. “I know we’ve never really talked, but, and don’t tell Charlie this, you are most likely my favourite Weasley.”

George felt a lump form in his throat, the weight of his unspoken desires pressing down on him.

“Thanks. I mean, for the talking and the favourite thing.” His cheeks flushed a little as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. You were always so kind to him, it was no surprise he seemed to have developed a bit of a crush on you. “Things have just been a little…” he trailed off; his brow furrowed.

“Stressful? I know you must be feeling a little like a third wheel now Fred and Angelina are together. It’ll be fine though, just focus on what you want.”

George considered your words, and, in a moment of bravery, he blurted out what he had been so desperately trying to keep in; too afraid to confess.

"I...I want to be the little spoon," he confessed, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

To his surprise, you didn't laugh or mock him. Instead, you smiled softly, your eyes shining with understanding and compassion.

"George," you said, your voice soft and reassuring. "There's nothing wrong with wanting to be held. Everyone needs comfort sometimes, even the strongest among us. I think you’d make quite a good little spoon.”

With those words, something inside George shifted. The weight of his fears began to lift, replaced by a sense of relief and acceptance. He had bared his soul to you, and instead of ridiculing him, you had embraced him with open arms.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Without hesitation, you pulled him into a warm embrace, wrapping your arms around him and holding him close. George leaned into your touch, savoring the feeling of being held, his eyes closing as he wrapped his arms around you in return.

Several hours later, Charlie wandered through the living room, his eyebrow raising and a smirk playing on his lips at the scene before him. The two of you were lay on the sofa, half asleep. You were stroking George’s hair and whispering words of comfort, while George’s eyes were closed, a contented smile on his lips and a sense of peace washing over him. Charlie slowly backed out of the room, leaving the two of you in peace. He’d always wondered how long it would take you and George to get together, and now it didn’t seem like he’d have to wait much longer for that answer.

[honey-on-your-tongue]

age gap and daddy kink with jake?! maybe human scientist and jake becomes obsessed with how small she is and he has her call him daddy all the time, even in front of others 🤭🫣

😩😩😩😩😩😩

The reason Jake had initially been drawn to you was because of how much you reminded him of Earth. Sure, he had many unpleasant memories about the place, but he also had some pretty amazing ones. And you, with your young, soft human body, less than half his size, almost fifteen years younger, your pretty little ribbons in your hair, the little skirts you wore—it drove him insane.

Part of him was just allured to you. He couldn't stay away.

He made his every intention very clear, with his every visit to the lab, his flirtatious touches on your back, your face, your thighs. He liked to flirt with you, like to make you blush, liked to toss in a dirty joke every now and then just so he could see you get all flustered over it.

It was pretty obvious you were into him as well. No surprise there, he'd pulled every trick in the book in hopes to catch your attention. And it had payed off.

Not a month after you two meet, Jake decides to visit you at the lab one night. He's surprised to find you all alone in your bedroom, curled up on the bed as you read, wearing a thin tank top and a pair of tiny shorts for pajamas.

He smirks at himself as he playfully knocks on the doorframe. You glance up, smiling softly when you see him.

“Jake,” you say, surprised. He can hear your heart begin to race, it makes him grin a cocky, sleek grin. “I wasn't expecting you.”

“I can tell,” he chuckles, his eyes studying your body, your thighs bare beneath your shorts, your nipples poking against your top. He doesn't even bother to hide it; he makes a show out of looking you up and down, his cock twitching when you blush and squirm under his gaze.

You stand from your bed, arranging your hair, licking your lips nervously before asking, “Do you need anything?”

Jake shakes his head, stepping into your room, towering way over you, his eyes still staring at you. “Just wanted to see ya, kid.”

Your blush deepens, obviously flattered and flustered. “Oh?”

Jake closes the bedroom door and walks past you, moving to sit on the bed, and he just studies your bedroom. Everything smells of you, everything is just so you...it makes something inside of him grow warm and also...a tad predatory, feral with the need to make you his.

“I been thinkin' 'bout you lately,” he admits, meeting your curious gaze. “Kinda hard to get a pretty thing like you outta my mind.”

You laugh, bashful, eyes darting to the floor, as you question, “What do you mean?”

Jake smiles, reaching for you, his huge hands grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to him. You swallow, eyes growing wide, your breath hitching.

“Jake?” you question, pretty doe eyes fluttering down to his lips for a split second before you meet his gaze again.

His smirk grows. “C'mon, kid,” he chuckles. “Y'know I want ya. I've made it real fuckin' obvious, hm?” He leans closer to you, his breath fanning across your face. “The only question is if you'll have me.”

You raise an eyebrow, coy. “You're not wondering whether or not I want you?”

Jake laughs softly. “I know you want me, darlin'. I can smell it. I've been smelling it for weeks now.”

You look surprised for a split second before your expression turns embarrassed, and you smile at him gently. “Touché.”

Jake's eyes are having a hard time staying on your face. Your lips are just so close, so ready for him to kiss...

“Well?” he asks. “Are you going to stop me?”

You lick your lips, glancing away from him nervously. One of his enormous fingers taps you under your chin to make you glance up at him. “Hm?” he insists.

You shake your head. Breathlessly, you say, “I'm not gonna stop you.”

Jake smirks as he effortlessly picks you up and places you on his lap, his humongous thigh rubbing against your pussy through your shorts.

You gasp softly, placing your little hands on his shoulders. Jake's hands splay over your hips, rocking you front and back against the hard muscle of his thigh. Your nails dig into his shoulders, eyes widened as you watch him.

Jake licks your jaw and then kisses down your neck. He loves how tiny you are compared to him, how he's a whole lot fucking taller, a whole lot fucking stronger, a whole lot fucking bigger.

You feel like a rag doll in his grip, something he could just toss around and use, something so fragile and delicate in his rough, calloused hands.

Something he shouldn't have. Something too young and innocent and sweet for him. And yet, there's nothing stopping him from ruining you. So, he plans to do just that.

Ruin you. Make you his. His, his, his.

The mere idea has his cock hardening under his loincloth. It pokes against your thigh, and the feel of it—so large, so fucking enormous—makes you gasp.

Jake chuckles at your surprise, rubbing his massive hands on your thighs to soothe you. “It's okay. Relax, kid,” he says. “Nothing has to happen, alright?”

You meet your eyes with his, your gaze dark and sultry. “You're not gonna put it inside?” you question, sounding disappointed.

Jake raises an eyebrow. “I don't think it'll fit in you, hon,” he tells you, fingers squeezing your thighs.

“But I want it inside,” you complain, making pretty puppy eyes at him. “Please?”

You're 22, Jake can't help himself. It's the fact that you're so young, that you can be so naive, that you're giving him the chance to corrupt you...He smirks. “'f you call me daddy, I might consider it, sweet.”

You blush softly, heart racing, but obey nonetheless. “Please, Daddy,” you say, and Jake's eyes flutter shut at the way the word leaves your pretty mouth.

“Goddamn,” he groans, bouncing his thigh against your pussy, making you gasp quietly. “Yeah, 'm definitely going to put it inside.”

He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he ignored the chance to fuck you and have you call him daddy.

He lifts you from his lap and places you on the bed. He undresses you, revealing your tits as he pulls your top off, then exposing your pretty pussy as he tugs your shorts away. He's delighted to find you're wearing a pair of pretty pink lace panties, tiny and soft, and his cock twitches at the sight.

“You got lube 'round here, darlin'?” he asks you as he curls his hands around your thighs, pushing them open before he leans his face into your pussy, inhaling your sweet scent.

You arch your back, gasping softly, and say, “In the—in the third drawer.”

Jake kisses your lower stomach, smirking, before he gets off the bed, moving to your desk. He opens the drawer and finds not only a bottle of lube, but also a pretty rabbit vibrator.

He can feel his body aching with lust. He chuckles, grabbing both the bottle and the toy, before turning to you.

You're on the bed, legs planted against the mattress, thighs spread, as you watch him. When you see what he has in his hand, your eyes widen.

“I-I forgot I left that in there,” you admit, your gaze locked on the vibrator.

Jake's grin grows cocky, spreading over his gorgeous face, making you drip even more. He climbs on the bed, positioning himself between your legs as he says, “Have you ever used this while thinkin' of me, angel?”

You swallow, a blush spreading across your face and neck, as you nod slowly. “Yes,” you reply.

Jake slaps your thigh sharply, making you gasp. “Yes, what?”

You correct, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Much better,” he allows, studying the vibrator for a moment before turning it on. As the toy rumbles quietly in your room, you clench your thighs together, doe eyes locked on his famished gaze. He pushes your legs open and places the toy against your pussy, the vibrations purring against you through your thin panties.

You groan, biting your lower lip, and Jake watches your pretty face. He hooks a finger around the edge of your panties and pulls them off, leaving your soaked pussy bare.

He then slides the toy between your folds, making you shudder, before he slides it in, the shaft slipping into you with ease, the little ear pressing against your clit.

“Wanna make you come 'fore I stick my cock in you, girl,” he hums, thrusting the toy in and out, the vibrations muffled by your soaked pussy.

You mewl, hands digging into the bed sheets below, eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Why?” you complain. “Jus' fuck me.”

Jake chuckles, simply fucking you with the toy, knowing he has to get you all nice and open if he plans on filling you up. “Trust me, hm? Trust daddy, baby.”

You nod. “I-I trust you,” you promise. “But I want your cock, Daddy. I just need you.”

“Shh,” Jake coos, kissing your calf. “I'll make it worth your while, kid.”

You nod again, allowing him to fuck you with the toy. Your pussy clenches tight around the object, your slick dripping down your thighs to the bed.

The vibrations are quick to make you weak, easily causing your pleasure to grow at a merciless rate. It has you gasping and moaning, the toy making the ecstasy coil low in your stomach.

Jake's predatory eyes are locked on your cunt, on how the toy slips inside you with ease, how your slick drips out slowly, the scent thick.

You glance down. When you see the look in Jake's eyes, a shudder slides up your body, making you moan.

He smirks at himself, placing soft, wet kisses across your thighs, licking your skin. He revels in the way you jerk at his touch, in the way you roll your hips against the toy.

“Daddy,” you breathe, eyes fluttering shut. “Daddy!”

You start to tremble, the pleasure making your body quiver. Your pussy is so wet, the toy causes it to squelch as Jake fucks you with the vibrator. He drags his canines over the skin of your thigh, making you mewl.

“Fuck!” you cry, gasping. “Daddy! Please!” you beg.

“I know, girl,” Jake says, gently biting your inner thigh, making you squeal. “I know. Come for me, angel. Come for daddy.”

You whimper, back arching as the pleasure rattles your every nerve. It grows within you, stretching out all over your body, and then your orgasm crashes over you, making you mewl. You gasp, writhing, as Jake drags your pleasure out, helping you ride out your high on the toy.

You're so sensitive, and Jake just keeps the toy inside you, still turned on, which makes you cry. “No! 's too much, Daddy. Please.”

Jake chuckles softly as he pulls the toy out of you. He turns it off and then licks it, tasting your arousal.

His cock is impossibly hard, balls aching with the need to spill their load inside your pretty, tiny pussy.

He removes his loincloth which is sticky with the precum that drips from the tip of his cock. Your eyes are quick to fall to his naked body, eyes widening at his width, and his length.

You're a little nervous about it fitting, a little nervous about it hurting, but the sight of it, the knowledge of how much bigger Jake is than you makes you excited, your body already growing aroused again.

Jake grabs the bottle of lube in his hand and spills a generous amount on his cock, smearing it all over his shaft. Then he spills some on your pussy, working it around your entrance with his thick fingers.

Your eyes are wide, chest heaving and falling with each heavy breath.

Jake runs the huge head of his cock between your folds before prodding at your entrance. He holds your gaze, saying, “'f you want me t'stop, you tell me right away, kid.”

You nod. “Okay,” you reply, breathless.

And then Jake's sinking into you, his cock forcing you open. Pain rings through your body as he stretches you out. You gasp, mewling softly, little tears forming in the corner of your eyes. And then, the head of his cock pushes inside you, making you jerk, and the pain dissipates.

Jake's ears are flattened against his head, your tiny pussy so fucking tight and warm around him. “You good, sweetheart?” he asks, studying your face.

You nod gently, body rolling in search of more friction. “Deeper,” you beg.

Jake chuckles softly before he carefully sinks the rest of his cock into you. At first, you think he really won't fit. But then, slowly, your pussy stretches more, taking him—all of him. Next thing you know, Jake's hips meet yours, his heavy balls pressing against your folds.

You whimper, eyes rolling into the back of your head. He's so big, so fucking enormous. He dwarfs you, his body so much larger, his strength outweighing yours by a long shot.

Jake grabs you by the thighs and lifts you until your ass is resting on his lap. Then, he starts thrusting into you, which makes you cry out, tears of pleasure spilling from your pretty eyes.

“Fuck,” he groans, fingers digging into your soft skin. “Oh, you're so good, angel. Look at this pretty pussy, taking me like it was made for me. Goddamn.”

“Daddy,” you cry. “Fuck! 's so good!”

Jake watches you, your breasts bouncing with every thrust, your eyes shut tight, pretty tears staining down your face. You're so tiny, so small, your pussy barely able to fit him. He loves it.

“You're my good girl, aren't you?” he says, licking his lips. “My pretty girl.”

“Yes!” you gasp, trembling, his cock bruising your insides, your womb almost purring from how stuffed you are. “Yes, Daddy!”

The nickname makes Jake grunt, cock twitching inside of you. It's something about the way you say it, about how beautiful you are, about how your doe eyes don't give away a single drop of this dirty side of yours.

“So fuckin' gorgeous,” he says. The sound of skin on skin loud in your room. His balls slap against your puffy folds, making you squeal. His cock drags against your g-spot with ease, and you squirm under him. “So fuckin' perfect f'r me, kid.”

“'m yours!” you gasp, toes curling. “Daddy, 'm yours!”

Jake chuckles. “Yeah, I know you are, kid. I know you're mine,” he replies, one of his enormous hands splaying over your lower stomach, pressing down. You gasp as you feel even fuller, Jake's cock ready to sink right into your womb.

You tighten around Jake and he groans, digging his fingers into your delicate thighs, surely bruising the flesh. Under the palm of his massive hand, he can feel his cock bulging in your womb, rocking back and forth with every thrust. There's something about how dirty it all is, how you're letting him fuck you when he's almost double your fucking size, that drives him feral.

He bares his teeth, hissing in ecstasy, sharp canines showing. You peek your eyes open to look at him, and it's the way he's so fucking predatory at times, how he looks insanely feral, almost out of control that has you close to the edge.

“Daddy!” you mewl, trembling. “Fuck! Fuck!” Stars are glowing behind your eyelids, your ears are ringing, and every rough thrust of Jake's knocks the air from your lungs.

“Goddamn, 'm so deep in you,” Jake groans, your gummy walls clamping down on him. “So deep in this pretty pussy. Fuck.”

You cry out, sobbing from the bliss. “Please! Need y'to make me come!” you beg, your entire body quaking from the unbearable pleasure. It coils low in your stomach, stretching out, feeling like liquid fire that sears your womb in the best way.

“I know, kid. Imma make you come, alright?” he promises. “You're gonna come all over my cock, 'nd then I'm gonna fill y'up.”

You mewl at his words, pussy growing tighter, and Jake quirks an eyebrow. “You like that idea? You want daddy t'fill you up with his cum? Hm?”

“Yes!” you exclaim, tears blurring your vision as you try to meet Jake's gaze. “Daddy! Make me come! Please! 'm so close.”

Jake keeps his thrusts steady, placing his thumb over your clit and giving the little nub some much-deserved attention. You squeal at the sensation, the fire within you spreading all across your skin until you feel like you're going to lose consciousness. And just when you think you can't take anymore, when you feel like you're going to die, you come, squirting all over Jake. Your orgasm wrecks you, leaves you only half-awake, stars dancing behind your eyelids, black crowding at the edges of your vision.

Jake gasps softly as you come, his eyes trained on your slick that drips down his hips from your orgasm. You're so tight around him, so small and warm—

His orgasm crashes over him, making him shudder and grunt, “God fucking damn.” His load spills into you, thick ropes of cum that spurt right into your womb, his balls releasing all of his seed into your eager cunt.

You gasp at the sensation, but are too weak to do anything but lie there and take it.

As you two come down from your highs, Jake pulls out of you gently, watching his cum torrent out of you, dribbling to the bed sheets below.

Jake kisses your body softly, gently, and asks, “You okay, baby?”

You nod, breathing heavily, still too fucked out to talk.

Jake tends to you the rest of the night, massaging your muscles, kissing your skin, cleaning you up.

And ever since then, he can't stay away from you. He just about spends more time in the lab than he does in the forest. He loves taking you with him to the village. He'll hold your tiny hand in his huge one and lead you through the wonders of Pandora.

And what's more, he doesn't respond to any other nickname from you if it's not daddy. At the beginning, he settled for you calling him daddy only in the bedroom. But then, one day, it slipped out of you while you were visiting the village. Ever since, Jake insists on you calling him daddy for anything and everything.

He likes it. Likes how it emphasizes the fact that you're his. That he's the only one who gets to hold you, kiss you, fuck you, love you.

He loves that everyone can tell you're his.

Daddy's little girl.

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Not me frrrr getting carried away affff and writing like 3k words on this 🤭🤭🤭🤭

I just want to call Jake daddy, is that too much to ask?????!!!!! 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

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[fem reader] contains: grief, mentions of death, copious amounts of angst summary: you think billy's been killed pairing: billy the kid x fem reader author’s note: wish I could tag ordinary things anon; if you see this thank you for the ask and I love you for trusting me with your vision I very hope I did it justice <3 Pinterest Board Spotify Playlist

"As long as you're in this world, darlin', I've gotta reason to stay in it."

Billy had whispered that in your hair one night when he thought you were asleep. You carried that with you since you heard it, surprised when it remained intact when your waking mind took form. Maybe you were meant to hear it.

This knowledge became more important to you every day, as wanted posters with your man's face crudely drawn on them started to crop up all over town. You felt your heart crumble a little every time you saw one, evidence of how the world saw the man you loved.

To them he was a killer. To you he represented love. Safety. Two things you hadn't had the luxury of keeping before. Your life was divided into two parts. Before Billy and During. You desperately prayed there wouldn't be an After.

When he met you, you were a closed off, timid thing who didn't have a word for anybody. Your past was your future in your mind. Once Billy got wind of your mindset, he worked with all his might to change it.

He gathered you up and put you back together, kissing each piece as he set it back into place. And you adored him for it. In time, his kisses were returned with equal fervor, and his touches were met with your own. He was your gravity, the center of your whole world. You hadn't had a world before Billy. He built it up and stood to the side, letting you decide where to go, only to find you running back into his arms.

You had long disdained love, thought it, in your case, a feckless fantasy that served no real purpose. It was a hard thing to come by in your upbringing- something that was dangled just out of your reach like some kind of trick to keep you running. Until one day when you'd had enough and simply turned your back, the taunt no longer effective.

Then Billy stumbled into your life. He reinvented you, brought out a side you hadn't known to exist. You gave him every one of your firsts willingly, presented on both knees. And he didn't take that lightly, keeping each one close to his heart and trying to make it all special for you. It was because it was him. He didn't take your breath away, he taught you how to breathe.

Billy hugged you tight, called you 'baby' and kissed you tenderly. He never spoke of a future without you, never uttered a word or did anything that suggested he wouldn't protect you. Because he was aware of the world being his girl thrust you into. You loved him all the more for knowing.

Now, a year later, you were steady. Content seemed too plain a word for how you felt. It was bliss, having a person in this world who was yours to love the way you pleased.

Though as of late things had been a little more complicated. Billy only came to see you under the guise of darkness, not wanting his bloody reputation as of late to stain the clean white of yours. You were grateful for any time with him, opening your arms and bed both to him as a respite from the mounting tensions in his life.

"You're the only thing worth stickin' around for," he breathed one day as he held you tight, your bodies bare and swaddled in the sheets of your bed. Billy kissed your forehead tenderly, letting his lips linger there. "My sweetheart...you're the purest thing I ever loved."

His words held a touch of melancholy that you chose to ignore in favor of burrowing into his chest, the safest place in the whole world. Every bit of your love was owed to him. And you repaid it over and over again.

Billy held you tight all through the night and into the morning, whispering sweet things into your hair. This was your heaven- bare between his arms with his boots beneath your bed.

When he inevitably had to get up, he did it slowly, leaning down and kissing your hairline for a long time. Then he began to dress himself and you started to sit up, watching him sleepily with the covers pulled to your chest.

"Won't you stay?" you murmured, looking up at him longingly.

"Gotta get out before the sun gets any higher," he said apologetically, pulling one of his suspenders over his undershirt and kneeling at your side to press three lazy kisses to your cheeks and nose. His stubble tickled your skin, and you smiled, just a bit.

"You know I'll come back though?" Billy asked, shrugging his lone suspender off and pulling his shirt on, starting to do up the buttons.

You reached out for him, and he removed his fingers, letting you fasten the remaining buttons. "I want you to."

He smoothed your hair and nudged his lips to your forehead once more. "I will. I promise. It'll only be a few days and then I'll be back here holdin' ya."

Hoping with all your soul that he was right, you pulled him in by the collar to kiss him softly. Billy could probably feel your anxiety, because he pulled back a little, his nose bumping yours. "Baby..."

You nodded, your forehead leaning against his. "Hurry home."

"Promise," he whispered, giving you one more kiss before reaching for his boots and pulling them on.

Now he was standing, tucking his shirt in and setting his hat on his head. The final step. You'd witnessed it so many times and it always sent a pang through your chest. Billy was leaving and your heart wouldn't be full until he returned.

He leaned down over you, the brim of his hat shading you from the sunlight shining through the window. Oh, it made him a vision. He was lined in light like an angel. Billy had always been your angel.

"I love you," he said softly, lips caressing yours one more time. "I'll be home soon."

And with that he was gone, leaving like a shadow. You were left naked and alone, holding the sheets against your chest. Body already aching for his touch, but all you could do to soothe it was imagine.

The days after passed slower than you thought time could move. Distance makes the heart grow fonder. When the heart is already fond, distance becomes a wound only your lover can heal.

It was hard to pass the time as always. You wondered of his whereabouts, whether or not he was safe. It was a rhetorical question; Billy was almost never safe. But for your own peace of mind, you imagined he was. Maybe he was thinking of you at the same time you were of him.

At night when you struggled to close your eyes, you conjured the image of him riding home to you. Horse straining against the wind, hat nearly blowing off his head. And he'd dismount and stumble through your doorway any minute.

The next minute. No the next. The next. Maybe in two minutes. It was like counting sheep, and the repetition lulled you to sleep.

He said he was coming home soon. He's going to come home soon.

You were in the market when the news hit.

Usually, you tuned out the chatter of the customers around you, your mind on what you considered to be more important topics. But when someone mentioned your lover's name, your ears perked up.

"...shot, by the sheriff of another town," one woman was saying in hushed tones.

Someone may as well have burned a hole through your middle. Nonononononono. Maybe it was someone else.

Eyes wide, you interjected. "Billy? What Billy?"

The woman didn't seem put off by your interruption, seeming pleased to have another member of her audience. "Billy the Kid. The outlaw. Y'know, the one whose face is plastered all over town." She gave you a knowing look. "They got him."

Heartbeat pounding in your ears, you swallowed, trying to breathe normally. Eyes blurring, you clenched your jaw so the tears wouldn't fall. The woman's brow furrowed as she saw your expression, and her lips parted slightly. "Did you know him?"

"No," you answer quickly, giving her a tight smile. "No, it's just shocking is all."

Turning away from her, you somehow made your way out of the market, bumping into people whom you could care less about. The only thing you could see was the fuzzy outline of things, the only sound a dull roar echoing back and forth between your ears.

Billy.

When you came to, you were in a little thicket that you recognized. He brought you here, held you tight when he was still teaching you how to love-

Emotions overwhelmed you, and you were now helpless against them. Dropping to your knees and burying your face in your hands, you shook, body weakened. Is it true that when one soulmate dies the other starts on its way?

You hoped so. Oh, how you hoped you'd follow him to the grave. If you didn't, you'd scour the earth for his burial site and lie there with him, bodies separated only by dirt, until your heart stopped beating physically. It was already dead along with his.

Collapsed against the ground, you felt weaker than you ever had before. Maybe a merciful higher power was taking pity on you. Oh, it was a fate of agony to remain alive without the one person who could make it better. Somehow, you'd imagined Billy as immortal as the legends no doubt told of him.

But he had only been a man. With him went his promises; you knew now that Billy wasn't coming home soon.

And while you cursed his mortality, you embraced yours. Maybe it wouldn't be long now. Maybe his spirit was kneeling beside you, whispering for you to stand. But you wouldn't. You would stay still so the grim reaper would lead you away nice and easy. He probably didn't get people like that very often. While others fled the sight of him, you searched the horizon, counting the minutes until you could run to him.

The sky faded from blue to orange to black, and your heart still beat. You wanted to scream, wail, pound the dirt. But, surprising yourself, you calmly lifted yourself up, getting to your feet and picking up your bag, feet leading you back in the direction of your house. It wasn't home without him.

You hardly clocked anything about the journey back. The only thing you'd remember when you looked back were your thoughts. Now your world was void of love again. It was worse now that you'd tasted it. To you, Billy was love. And now love died. Everyone made it sound like an everlasting thing, but here it was, gone with the piercing of a bullet.

As you reached your house, you numbly pushed the door open, tossing your bag to the side and beginning to strip yourself of your clothes. First your dress, them your shoes; each stocking and your thin petticoat. It all created a messy trail to your bedroom, and you collapsed into the mattress, into the side where he used to sleep when he was home. Now in only your half stay and bloomers, hair pins scattered on the floor with your clothes, you hugged his pillow, trying to pretend it was him.

When your eyes shut, you hoped they wouldn't open again.

Shadowy dreams of pistols and cemeteries haunted you all through your sleeping hours, and you ran from them in your mind. It was all for naught, because you were met with the sight of Billy with a gaping hole in his chest, blood seeping through his shirt in a gruesome pattern. You reached your hands out to stop the bleeding, maybe, but all you did was make it worse. He choked for breath, and you screamed, a black pit swallowing you both up.

Eyes flying open, you sat up and choked on your breath, hand clutching at your collarbone, heartbeat punching against it. A wave of memory crashed over you, and you cursed sleep for doing nothing. You cursed death doubly for staying far away. Where was the coward when you needed him? Probably off carting screaming souls to the afterlife who didn't realize the luxury of life's end.

Rubbing your eyes, your head flopped against the mattress, squeezing his pillow between your arms. You couldn't cry, even though you had a viable reason. Shutting your eyes, you willed tears to come, to overwhelm you so you could finally fall apart. Get it over with. Learn how to put yourself back together the way he used to. Or don't. Just do something.

But nothing came. Only frustration. You smashed the pillow against your face and screamed into it, chest shaking with exhaustion.

Why wouldn't the end come? You desperately hoped Billy's spirit wasn't watching you. This was pathetic.

There was a sudden noise from the kitchen, but you paid it no mind, too lost in your mind to register anything outside it as real.

You didn't realize anything until the heavy bootsteps got closer to your room.

Pulling the covers up around yourself, you stared wide eyed as the door swung open. Even when it was dark you knew his silhouette. Was this a ghost?

Then he was coming toward you, reaching out, your name whispered like a prayer on his lips. You shrank back, more terrified than you'd ever been in your life.

Taking off his hat and tossing it aside, Billy sat on the side of the bed, one big, warm hand settling on your thigh. He didn't move as you quickly reached over, striking a match sharply and lighting the candle on the bedside. The flame cast dark shapes on his face.

Shaking your head in disbelief, you whispered, "This is cruel."

"Baby-" he started, but you cut him off.

"You're dead," you breathed, burying your face in your hands. "They said you were shot-"

"No." Billy pulled your hands down so you would look at him. He lifted one of them to rest against his chest, so you could feel his solid body, the thump of his heart. You started to shake, your eyes pricking. He squeezed your hand. "They all think I'm gone. And I am to them."

"What are you talking about?" your voice snagged and caught on the unshed tears in your throat.

"I said you were the only thing worth livin' for," he nodded, eyes holding yours. "Now you are. You are the only one I am alive for. Fuck all the rest of 'em. I was dead to 'em anyways." Billy thumbed the side of your cheek, dropping your hand so he could hold your face. "But to you, my love, my life. I'm breathin'."

Here were the tears you'd so desperately tried to force out earlier. Now they were pouring down your cheeks, cascading down to your collarbone and wetting your face with relief, joy, terror, confusion...all in a liquid revelation that he was really here. He was here and he was all yours, truly this time.

You burrowed into his arms, face pressed against his chest to hear that thump, thump, thump of the proof he was breathing. A sob tore itself from your throat, and you shook in his arms. Billy held you tightly, kissing the top of your head, whispering into you.

"Baby...baby I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry, I tried to get to you before you could hear...oh, my sweetheart, my love..." Billy's voice was breaking at the sight of your tears. You had never cried like this before, not in front of him, not ever. "Things were gettin' bad...I had to let 'em think I died...but I shoulda let ya know somehow before...I'm sorry baby, my sweet girl..."

Pulling back, you took his face in your hands, pressing your lips to his sweaty forehead, then his nose, then his lips, holding him there for a moment. Your kisses were needy, wanting. He came back home.

"Baby..." he croaked, drawing you into his arms once more. You clung to every bit of him you could grasp, every touch reassuring his presence. Billy's hands were at your jaw, holding you over your hair. He kissed your face over and over, and you nearly let a fresh bout of tears loose at the feel of his stubble. "Thought of nothing but you the whole ride here...saw ya..." Another kiss "...in the stars, in the river...everywhere." Two kisses to your left cheek.

Billy pressed his forehead to yours, then pulled you to sit on his thighs, squeezing you tightly and burying his face in your hair. "My sweet girl..."

You sniffled, clinging to him. "You were gone...you left me..."

"Ain't never leavin' again," he said sincerely, and you could hear the unspoken promise in his words. "We're gonna get outta town and go somewhere nobody's ever heard 'f me. It'll all die but we'll live for each other. Just you 'n me, honey. Forever."

In the span of a day, your greatest hopes and fears had coincided and created a supernova of horror and joy alike, the strength of both emotions separated by a very thin line.

Your love had returned. The world was right side up.

Billy held you until you were cried out, and swaddled you in his arms, nearly enveloping you and making the two of you one. He stroked your hair, lips ghosting any space of you he could reach.

As you drifted off, he whispered, "As long as you're in this world, darlin', I've gotta reason to stay in it."

[periprose]

Ps5 Peter Parker x reader inspired by this?

It's one of my favorite MerDer moments on Grey's anatomy 🙈😭

Peter explains something about physics or an idea for a gagdet...

🤣 this image really cracked me up lol thanks for the ask!! I've set the fic to take place in the first game, Peter and Reader are Otto's assistants at Octavius Industries. Please ignore the science mumbo jumbo in this fic.

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Otto's lab was really cold this time of year. He barely had the funds to make rent in Manhattan, let alone provide optimal heating and other luxuries.

Still, you shiver, searching through your locker for your comfy, oversized jumper. You're just pulling it on when Peter pops up from behind you.

"Hey."

"Jesus!" You flinch and then rub your eyes. "Hey, Peter. How do you get behind me so fast? That's the third time this month I didn't even see you come in."

"Uh... I just have good reflexes, I think." Peter's mouth twists a little, as he tries not to laugh at your jumper. "Are you sure that's up to lab standards? Where's your lab coat?"

"Ah, Otto doesn't mind. He knows I'm cold." You explain, and Peter sighs.

"Well, he never gives me special treatment."

"Probably because you're not as cute as I am." You joke, but Peter nods and you feel a callous level of attraction towards him for being so nonchalant in terms of flirting.

You never really know where you stand with the guy. He's a naturally witty person and you refuse to read into anything any deeper, just for self preservation.

"Hey, I can't disagree with that." Peter laughs that quiet, soft laugh that makes you smile on your own. "Here, I got you a cup of coffee. That should help warm you up."

You look down and see, sure enough, Peter's holding a coffee cup tray, loaded with three cups, surely your usual orders- for you, extra black espresso to stay awake, for Peter, usually some kind of healthy tea hybrid, and for Otto, a large, creamy Italian coffee blend that's particularly expensive (Peter always jokes that Otto wastes funding on things like this).

"Oh, I'll pay you back." You reach back into your locker for your wallet, but Peter stops you with a raise of his hand.

"It's free of charge. No worries." He hands you the cup gently, and your hand skirts across his. You think for a moment.

"Nothing is ever really 'free of charge', Peter." You give him a side glance. In the last couple of months you've known this guy, you've figured out when he has an ulterior motive.

"... Alright, alright. You got me." Peter starts pulling you along by the hand, towards one of Otto's offices filled with white-boards and desks and equipment. You take a sip of your coffee and notice that it's still quite hot- Peter must've been really fast to make it so.

Not that you're complaining, and now that you're warmer you do feel more inclined to listen to him.

"Okay. You know how Otto's neural interface for the experimental arms have been glitching out?" Peter's got a firm look on his face, as you sit and listen.

"Yeah. It's a poor prototype, I think he asked us to leave it alone? He said he'd deal with it." You shrug. "I've moved on to his requests for a tighter, stronger arm. You know I deal with hardware."

"Yes, but even so, the neural interface problem still persists. Otto's lying." Peter looks at the whiteboard, and sees that half of it is covered all over with erratically drawn diagrams and equations. It's fine, he knows he can write what he needs in that space.

"Okay, look." Peter begins drawing a diagram of the neural interface's circuitry. "See how the voltage is really high?"

"Yeah- but isn't that what Doc wanted?" You grimace. "Last time I brought up the voltage issue, he told me to mind my business and continue with soldering. He wants so much power for some reason."

"Right, that's what I'm talking about. Notice how Otto keeps having those outbursts?" Peter sighs, a deeply upsetting look overtaking him. "He's getting a bit aggressive as of late, and I think it's because he can't figure this out."

"You're telling me. Just yesterday he chewed me out for clocking in a bit late." You sniff. "Okay, I was fifteen minutes late, but still."

"I've been there, you don't even have to justify it." Peter laughs, and begins drawing squiggly lines. You can't help but notice how his strangely muscular arms are tense and visible through his lab coat as he scrawls, and you take a sip of your coffee, savoring the view. Looking isn't illegal, you try to rationalize, but you quickly banish these thoughts as Peter looks back with a sly glance, to make sure you're paying attention.

"This is the electricity flow... and it should be heading this way, but the neural interface is made incorrectly and the flow of energy is heading back this way... towards the-"

"The battery of the arms, not the interface." You suddenly realize, and take a scrap piece of paper off the desk, scribbling down notes. "Hmm... maybe the wiring used for the arms is absorbing too much energy? Or the batteries are too big?"

"Maybe, but neural interfaces are tricky business." Peter winces as Otto yells at something in the background of the lab. "I told Otto not to get too involved with it- it's far too easy to accidentally mess with your brain, and then suddenly you've got anger issues or worse-"

"Dementia." You finish his sentence with an equally grim expression. "Okay. I hear you, but how are we supposed to fix it, exactly? I can only think of using different, smaller wires, or a less cost heavy battery- but then it won't move at the speed Otto wants it to."

"Yeah." Peter's shoulders slump a little, and you feel bad. He's always just one dude trying to take on the entire world's problems.

"Peter, it's not your problem, really. You can only do so much- the man has made up his mind, he's going to have to take the brunt of the problem." You try to console him, but Peter has that determined Parker Pride you've seen far too often, and you know he's not going to let it go.

"Wait, wait. Okay..." Peter starts frantically drawing on the board, and seeing that he's running out of space, without missing a beat, begins to draw on the wall.

"Peter! You're drawing on the wall!" You admonish him, and to your shock and utter horror, but not to your surprise, he keeps going. "Now you've completely lost it- it'll take two seconds to erase the board-"

But Peter isn't listening, in that overly stubborn, inventor way that you know you've done before. He's too lost in his own thoughts, and you know that spark will disappear if he takes a moment to stop drawing.

"I'll clean it. It's fine. We got to get a move on." Peter points to the new diagram on the wall. "Look at this."

Peter's drawn a rudimentary depiction of the robotic arm prototypes you've built for Otto, but the battery pack has been split up into several, smaller batteries that extend over the course of the arms. Something about the way the arms move in Peter's drawings look a lot more... smooth, silky, like a cephalopod.

An octopus.

But you are amazed at Peter's capabilities, either way. "Using multiple different batteries, so the energy isn't drawn away from the neural interface in a great capacity?" You blink, a bit amused at Peter's eager expression. "It would work, I think, but only if Otto is willing for a slight decrease in power."

"Ah, but that's where you're wrong. We don't need to sacrifice power at all." Peter draws a set of gears, interlocking through the squiddy looking arm, and you clap your hands, clambering up out of your seat, finally enthused by his idea.

"Peter Parker, you genius!" You shake his arm excitedly, and he turns a bit pinker as he watches you, grinning. "Otto wanted the arm to be almost entirely synthetic material- but if it has rotating gears, the less it will jerk around. It'll be faster, smoother-"

"Thus requiring less power anyways, and less power will be redirected into his neural interface. And, hypothetically, no more angry Otto." Peter grins, and you smile up at him. "I mean, it'll still take some tinkering to figure out, but incremental improvements are still improvements, right?"

"Definitely. Plus we can always try to convince him about solar power again." You joke as Peter snickers.

Peter opens his mouth, about to say something to you, but he stares for a moment too long and hesitates, especially because in the nerdy excitement, he had gotten so close to you, and he was a liar if he said he had never checked out his cute co-worker. Any second now, you should be teasing as you usually do- but your eyes are wide and Peter gets the sense you've been swept up in this too.

He's never been so... close. He can make out individual eyelashes, tiny scars, imperceptible to normal people, but not to him.

And his phone buzzes with some kind of alert. He looks it over with bright, concerned eyes, while you take a moment to step back, much to Peter's mild irritation.

"Ah... must be MJ?" You ask, trying so very hard not to sound like a jealous girlfriend, just a curious colleague. You have nothing against MJ- you just feel that she and Peter are so meant for each other, and this is exactly why you've been trying to protect yourself.

Who are you kidding? You and Peter are both so busy- you'd never have time to be his doting, adoring girlfriend. You just have to remember him as a friend.

Already you feel the walls coming into place, your expression turning neutral, your heart becoming steely, when Peter looks at you again, surprised.

He can tell you're holding yourself back- and he doesn't like that. He wants you to come back to him, to be close with him again, and it drives him nuts that it has to be your choice, but he respects that.

"Not MJ. We broke up a while ago." Peter swallows, hoping he's saying the right things. "Uh... I don't think we're going to get back together. She's dating someone else now."

"Oh." You squeeze Peter's shoulder as comfortingly as you can. "Peter, I'm sorry. I would've been less of an ass if I'd known."

"No, don't be." Peter fixes a firm, kindhearted glance at you, taking your hands, the warmth of his own making you feel especially treasured. "You're great."

There's a teeny bit of hope working it's way into you, into your silly, girly heart despite all the steel around it, and Peter has a soft smile reserved just for you- you know that smile, you've seen it before when he comforts you when an experiment goes poorly, or when you've had a Eureka moment.

He rubs your hands. "Jeez, you're cold! I know women are usually freezing in the workplace- different body temperatures on average and all that- but I'm going to have to talk to Otto about making it warmer in here."

"Lest I die of hypothermia, right." You snort, and Peter snickers, but he still stays close, as if he's using this as an excuse. "Well, at least I have your hands."

Peter's phone buzzes again, another alert, which he apologetically takes a moment to read after letting go of you. Something about Fisk's thugs making their way through Grand Central Station- he shouldn't leave right now, but he can see your curiosity is piqued.

"Just a news alert. Nothing big." Peter lies, and you don't quite buy it, but you don't want to pry at this moment after he's complimented you and been so nice to warm up your hands.

Otto bursts through the entrance of the room, sighing.

"Will you two lovebirds stop canoodling with each other and test out the circuitry? You know, like I'm paying you to do so with very limited funds?" He barks, and then inhales. "Sorry. Just... try to stay on task. And I know you're young and all... but stop drawing on the walls!"

He leaves, grumbling about youth being too romantic and wishing they would understand sensibility.

You're about to refute whatever Otto said, so Peter doesn't feel uncomfortable, when he speaks first.

"I take it he isn't a romantic." Peter jokes as he grabs some paper towels, and you laugh, feeling that Peter's flirting was more genuine than you thought.

[itsskyvoltage]

Cosmic Love

Pairing: Ben Tennyson x female! reader

Warning: None

Masterlist

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In the bustling metropolis of Bellwood, where the ordinary often meets the extraordinary, Y/N L/N led a life that was anything but predictable. As a budding journalist with a knack for uncovering mysteries, she found herself drawn to the unusual occurrences that seemed to follow one particular young man—Ben Tennyson.

Ben, with his charming grin and the enigmatic Omnitrix on his wrist, was not just any teenager. He was a hero, a defender of Earth against extraterrestrial threats. Y/N first met Ben during one of his many adventures, where she was reporting on an alien invasion that threatened the city. Amid the chaos, she saw Ben transform into various powerful aliens, fighting with a courage that impressed and intrigued her.

Their paths continued to cross as Y/N covered more of Ben's heroic exploits. She admired his bravery, his determination, and the compassion he showed towards both friends and foes alike. Ben, in turn, found himself drawn to Y/N's sharp mind, her unwavering spirit, and her ability to see beyond the surface of things.

Their friendship blossomed over time, deepening into a bond that neither could fully articulate. Late-night conversations turned into shared meals and moments stolen between battles against villains from across the galaxy. Y/N became someone Ben trusted implicitly, and he found himself confiding in her about his doubts, fears, and hopes for the future.

One evening, under the starlit sky of Bellwood Park, they found themselves sitting on a bench, enjoying a rare moment of peace. The air was filled with a gentle breeze, and the city's lights twinkled in the distance. Y/N turned to Ben, her heart racing with a confession she had been holding back for so long.

"Ben," she began, her voice steady yet filled with emotion, "there's something I've been wanting to tell you."

Ben turned to her, his green eyes reflecting the moonlight. "What is it, Y/N?"

Taking a deep breath, she met his gaze directly. "I… I love you, Ben."

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Ben's expression softened, a mixture of surprise and joy spreading across his face. He reached out, gently taking her hand in his.

"I… I love you too, Y/N," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N felt a rush of relief and happiness wash over her. She leaned in closer to him, unable to resist the urge to be nearer to the person who had captured her heart in ways she never imagined possible.

Ben smiled warmly at her, his heart overflowing with love and gratitude. "Say it again," he murmured softly.

Y/N blinked, surprised by his request but unable to deny him anything. "I love you, Ben," she repeated, her voice filled with tenderness.

Ben's smile widened, his heart swelling with each repetition of those three simple words. "Again," he whispered, his eyes locked with hers.

A playful grin tugged at Y/N's lips. "I love you, Ben," she said again, this time with a teasing lilt to her voice.

They both chuckled softly, their laughter mingling with the gentle night breeze. In that moment, surrounded by the stars and the quiet hum of the city, Y/N and Ben knew that their love was something extraordinary—a cosmic bond that transcended time, space, and even the boundaries of their respective worlds.

From that night onward, Y/N and Ben's relationship deepened into a love story that would be whispered about for generations. Together, they faced new adventures, shared moments of laughter and tears, and discovered that love truly was the most powerful force in the universe.

As they stood side by side, facing whatever challenges lay ahead, Y/N knew one thing for certain—she would never tire of saying those three words to the man who had stolen her heart: "I love you, Ben."

In the weeks following their heartfelt confession under the starlit sky of Bellwood Park, Y/N L/N and Ben Tennyson found themselves more inseparable than ever. Their love, like the cosmic forces they often battled, seemed to grow stronger with each passing day.

One quirky habit of Y/N's that Ben couldn't help but notice was her constant application of lip balm. Whether they were in the midst of a battle or simply enjoying a quiet moment together, she would unfailingly reach into her pocket for her trusty tube of balm and slick it over her lips with practiced ease.

Ben found it endearing, how she would pucker her lips just so and then press them together in a manner that was almost absent-minded yet oddly captivating. It became a ritual of sorts, a comforting gesture that signaled moments of peace amid the chaos of their adventurous lives.

One lazy afternoon, as they lounged in Ben's cozy room after a particularly intense battle with a formidable alien foe, Y/N reached into her pocket and pulled out her lip balm. Ben, who was sprawled on the bed beside her, couldn't help but smile at the familiar sight.

"You and that lip balm," he teased gently, his eyes twinkling with affection.

Y/N chuckled softly, uncapping the tube and applying the balm with a thoughtful expression. "Can't help it," she replied with a shrug. "Gotta keep these lips moisturized, you know?"

Ben grinned mischievously, a playful glint in his eye. "You know what happens every time you put that stuff on, right?"

Y/N arched an eyebrow, intrigued. "What happens?"

Ben leaned closer to her, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I give you a kiss."

Y/N's cheeks flushed pink as she looked at him, a mix of surprise and delight dancing in her eyes. "Every time?"

Ben nodded, his grin widening. "Every single time."

Y/N couldn't suppress a giggle, charmed by Ben's spontaneous declaration. "Well then," she said teasingly, capping her lip balm and sliding it back into her pocket, "I guess I'll have to keep applying it."

True to her word, Y/N found herself reaching for her lip balm more often than usual in the days that followed. It became a delightful game between them—a subtle exchange of affection that spoke volumes without the need for words.

In the midst of a tense negotiation with a peace-seeking alien ambassador, Y/N discreetly applied her lip balm, casting a quick glance at Ben who stood nearby. True to his promise, Ben crossed the room in a few swift strides, cupped her face gently in his hands, and pressed a tender kiss to her lips, leaving her momentarily breathless and the ambassador momentarily perplexed.

During a quiet evening spent stargazing on the rooftop of Ben's grandfather's house, Y/N caught Ben stealing glances at her as she applied her lip balm under the starlit sky. Without a word, he leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss that tasted of moonlight and promises.

Even in the heat of battle, when adrenaline surged through their veins and danger lurked around every corner, Ben never failed to steal a moment for a quick kiss whenever Y/N reached for her lip balm. It became their secret language of love—a sweet, stolen moment amidst the chaos and uncertainty of their extraordinary lives.

As they faced new challenges together, their bond strengthened with each kiss, each gesture of affection a testament to the depth of their love. Y/N knew, without a doubt, that Ben was her cosmic match—a hero not just of Earth, but of her heart.

And as the stars continued to shine brightly overhead, Y/N found herself falling deeper in love with the boy who had stolen her heart with his bravery, his compassion, and his penchant for giving kisses at the most unexpected moments.

Their love story, like the cosmos itself, was vast and infinite—a journey of adventure, passion, and sweet kisses that would continue to unfold for eternity.

*Not confident in my writing but hopefully you enjoyed it.*

[afroditisworld]

Brooklyn baby

Late Eycte! Alex Turner x Singer!Reader

Warnings: smut, smoking, stoned sex? spanking, oral (female received), smut without plot, soft dom Alex, tits play and use of pet names (doll, luv, princess) if you are not into that please don't read it :))

word count: 3k

You and Lana were best friends. You were like sisters from different mothers. You grew up with each other, and it didn't turn out to be a surprise when you both decided to follow the same career. Both of you were talented women in the music business. You both followed each other every step of the way. You normally planned your tours together and attended each other's shows with every change. It was a mutual relationship based on support and admiration for one another's talents and successes.

So when she met Miles Kane and Alex Turner, she also introduced them to you, and you instantly matched each other's energies. But, oh, you and Alex, you had an electric connection with your first conversation. You felt an indescribable spark every time you talked to him. Alex had his way of making you smile. His witty humour and charming personality captivated you from the start. With every word he spoke, you found yourself drawn closer to him and as time went on, your bond only grew stronger.

You and Alex were at your home studio, trying to get the perfect sound for one of your songs. It was one of those terrible days when you'd prefer to listen to one of your vinyl records than try to come up with new ideas. You were attempting to play a song on your keyboard, but nothing seemed to come together. You sighed as you turned to see Alex, who was lying on the floor with his back to the wall, doing the same thing with his electric guitar.

"I'm going to play a record," you said, hoping it would bring some inspiration, and you walked towards the record player. "Do you mind?" you continued.

"No, maybe I can strum a few chords while you listen and find something new," he replied mindlessly.

You laughed at your current state as you picked a random record from the collection and gently placed it on the turntable. As the familiar crackle of the vinyl filled the room, you watched as his fingers effortlessly moved across the strings of his guitar, creating a melody that seemed to be perfectly in harmony with the song that was playing in the background.

"Oh, I love this song," you whispered, and you started mumbling the song lyrics under your breath. "I didn't know that you liked Lou Reed," he commented, listening to your soft humming with a smile on his face.

"Yeah, his music has always clicked with me," you replied, your voice barely audible over the music. "I've been listening to his songs for years; Lana teases me for that; she had written a song about it," you said with a smile.

When the record ended, the room was filled with silence. "Does it bother you?" Alex's voice brought you back to reality, showing you his lighter that was ready to light up his joint. You just shook your head in response.

You both had given up on finding some tunes for your song. Instead, you approached him and sat next to him. You were lying on the floor, your heads facing the ceiling, in silence. Then suddenly Alex placed the joint in your mouth, giving you a puff, and as the smoke filled your lungs, you closed your eyes. At that moment, a calming sense washed over you, as if the worries and stress of the outside world had been temporarily suspended and time stood still. With each exhale, the weight on your shoulders seemed to lighten, allowing you to fully embrace the tranquillity of the moment. Alex's fingers were still on your lips, and you could feel the warmth of their touch spreading through your body. Slowly, you felt your mind drift away. Your body grew more and more hotter, yet the cool air in the atmosphere made you shiver. Alex forced you to look at him and his unexpected action made you freeze. You just stared at his beautiful eyes and waited for him to say anything.

“Fuck” he sighed with a smirk “You got some soft lips there” he continued your heart racing as you tried to process his unexpected compliment. You couldn't help but blush, feeling a mix of excitement and confusion. “I'm always catching myself thinking if you could put them in good work for me,” he said and you were so surprised that you only blinked you could barely find words to respond.

“Oh, don't act so surprised luv, I know that you wanted too, I can say from the way you look at me” he added again. It wasn't that you didn't want to but you really didn't know how to react. You never believed that Alex could be so forward.

"Come here," he said, lifting himself up. You move closer to him without thinking, never breaking eye contact, and as you get closer to him you fall to your knees. Everything seemed to start dragging on a bit slower as the high settled into your mind and every touch made you shiver. "Oh, no, it's not about me tonight," he said, helping you stand up. You looked at him confused, and he kissed you passionately on your lips, catching you off guard. The intensity of the moment left you breathless, and you couldn't help but wonder what had prompted this sudden display of affection. As he pulled away, a mischievous smile played on his lips, and he whispered, "Tonight, it's all about you."

When the words left his mouth, he kissed you again, lifting you up and placing you on the nearest table. His hands roamed gently over your body, his touch igniting a fire within you that you had never felt before. "Alex," a soft moan left your mouth. As his hands travelled all over your body. "What is it, doll? Tell me what you need," he asked. "I- I need…y-you" you moaned, so ashamed that you couldn't even look him in the face. You could feel your panties getting wetter and wetter with every minute passing. God, this weed was doing too much to you. "No need to tell it twice," he said, placing his hand on your neck and pulling you in for a kiss. The intensity of the moment overwhelms you, making it difficult to form coherent thoughts. The combination of his touch and the effects of the weed heightened your desire, leaving you craving more. A cry left your mouth as you kissed him back, and he bit your lip, causing a mixture of pleasure and pain to surge through your body. The room seemed to spin as you surrendered yourself to the intoxicating mix. It was a moment of pure surrender, where nothing else mattered but the raw desire between you. You wrapped your leg around him as you quickly deepened the kiss. You gasped into Alex's mouth as you felt his hands touch up and down your back.

Without even realising it, your top and your bra were lying scattered in the studio while Alex's mouth took one of your nipples between his teeth and pulled hard, gazing up at you as you cried out of pleasure and pain. Your back was arching from the pleasure his mouth was giving you, and all this attention in your sweet spot was making you soak through the fabric of your undies. His hands were hugging your boobs perfectly as he was teasing you, alternating between gentle caresses and rough squeezes. The combination of his skilled mouth and expert touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, igniting a fiery desire within you. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you surrendered to the intoxicating sensations, losing yourself to Alex, which left you breathless and yearning for more.

"Al, p-please. You're teasing me so much." You pleaded with a desperate voice, your words laced with a mixture of need and anticipation. Alex's eyes met yours, filled with a hunger that mirrored your own desires and with a wet pop, he let go of your breasts. The waiting was maddening, every nerve in your body on edge as you watched him slowly remove his hand from your breast and lower it between your legs. He smirked, his fingers tracing teasing circles on your inner thigh, inching closer to where you craved his touch the most. Your breath hitched as his fingers brushed against the fabric, sending a shock of electricity through your body. He lowered himself, and his hot breath was hitting your clothed pussy sending goosebumps all over your skin.

“Tell me what you need and I will give it to you," he whispered seductively. You could hardly find the words to respond, but the ache in your core fueled your determination.

"I need your touch," you managed to utter, your voice trembling with tension. With that, he lifted your skirt and slid his fingers beneath your panties granting you the pleasure you craved, sending waves of ecstasy crashing over you.

"You're so wet for me," Alex said, thrusting two fingers into you. As your hands grabbed his hair, his thumb slid to circle your clit, fingers now steadily pumping into you. Your spine arched and your legs sought to close as he curled his fingers in the perfect position. He looked up at you, disappointingly shaking his head.

“No, sweetheart come on, I know you can do better than that," he said wanting to continue pushing you to your limits.

“Close your feet again and I'm going to stop,” he said, with a serious expression on his face.

With his jawline sharp, he placed his hands on your back as he pushed you to the edge of the table. You could feel the pressure building in your muscles and the passion surging through your veins. He helped you take your panties off, and he lowered himself between your legs.

You gasped and rolled your eyes back as his tongue touched your clit. His hands gripped your thighs and held them open for him, so tightly that you swear it'll leave a mark on your skin. As he continued to lick and suck your pussy, his tongue touched you in all the right spots. With your hands pulling the back of his head, you pushed your hips into his mouth as he thrust the tip of his tongue into you. Alex groaned against you, and the pleasure reached all the way to your core.

He rubbed his thumb on your clit again, making you see stars. Your body trembled in pleasure as you cried out his name. He was looking at you and, he couldn't help but enjoy having such power over you.

“A-Alex, please” you whispered.

“Please what doll?” he asked teasing you.

“Ple-please, don't stop” You paused not being able to utter a phrase with his face between your legs.

“I'm gonna cum Al- please, d-don't stop” you continued as one of your hands gripped the table tightly.

Alex moaned as your orgasm landed on his tongue, the sweet taste lingering in his mouth as he sucked the juices. The heat of the moment overwhelmed both of you, leaving you breathless and craving for more. He pulled away, gently placing your shaking legs down. You looked into each other's eyes, knowing that this was only the beginning. You felt your juice running out of your thighs, and your mind was all over.

You only came back to reality when he helped you turn around and bent you over the table, ready to take you from behind. When your breasts touched the cold furniture, you gasped at the sensation.

“We are not done, luv,” he said with a playful grin. You weren't able to respond but you needed him, you wanted to feel him inside you, all the anticipation that your previous action gave you and the high feeling of the joint that you two smoked made you even more hornier, longing for his touch. Eager to feel him again you pushed your hips against him, causing friction as his bone teased your entrance, he then backed up and let a spank fall in your ass. It was so unfair, he was fully dressed when you were wearing nothing but a skirt that was barely covering anything because he turned it up.

The painful sense sent a rush of pleasure through your body, and a cry left your lips. You closed your legs, trying to get some relief. But again, that gave you another spank.

“Please” you begged again, hoping for mercy. And then the sound of Alex unzipping his pants was like harmony in your ears.

“Someone is getting needy” he whispered and when he pushed his member inside of you, burying himself fully, you both moaned.

“Ugh- Al” you moaned as waves of euphoria washed over you. Your legs started shaking and you couldn't bear your own weight anymore. You were a mess. Your moans, his heavy breaths and the sound of your bare skin slapping together filled the room. You could feel his dick hitting against your tight walls with each hard thrust, it was like he was doing it on purpose. You tried to make him slow down by pushing him by his chest but your attempt failed as he grabbed your hands and placed them behind your back.

“You wanted me to stop, luv,” he asked, mocking you. “N-No, just- just please…slow down” you cried out and bit your lips trying to hold yourself quiet. Another orgasm built up quickly inside of you, you were so sensitive and overwhelmed with pleasure that you could barely breathe.

“What? Are you going to cum already” he said and spanked you again harder than before, making you whine even louder. You couldn't even respond to him you just nodded and murmured.

“Use your words, babe, like a good girl you are” he groaned. He was getting closer too, your walls were tightening around him and made it very difficult for him to move and not to cum right there.

“Yes. Please yes,” you screamed, and then you placed your hands where you need them the most and started playing with your clit. The pleasure intensified as you felt the waves of orgasm building within you.

But Alex still catch your action. “Such a dirty girl trying so hard to cum on my cock” he said.

He knew he had some power over you and he wouldn't stop until he had made you completely submit to his desires. You couldn't think of anything else but how close you were to your relief. Your body started to shake as the pleasure rushed all over your body. Your mind went blank and you gave yourself to him completely.

You were high, your body aching as you let go once more. Alex moan as your juices covered his cock. Your orgasm seemed to last forever. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, Alex continued to fuck you while you came and you couldn't do anything else but moaned in pleasure.

“ I- please cum inside me, I'm on the pill" you panted. And this was all Alex needed as he filled you up.

When he pulled himself out the mix of his warm release and your juice started running out of you in a sticky mess, you nearly sobbed, as he left you feeling exposed and empty.

“You did so good Y/N," he said helping you to stand up and face him, his eyes were filled with admiration and pride.

“I can't feel my feet,” you said with a shaky voice.

“Come on, princess,” he said as he lifted you in his arms. "How does a bath sound ?" he asked as he carried you towards the bathroom.

well, my boyfriend's in a band he plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed

[nhlclover]

first day sparks fly au!

✭ — summary: on the first day of classes, sofia and rutger meet.

✭ — warnings: none!

✭ — a/n: first chapter! i've decided i’m gonna write some chapters that will be longer but also little blurbs. the chapters will follow a timeline.

✭ — word count: 0.91k

The lecture hall is much smaller than Sofia pictured. She didn’t really have a good concept of how big a room would need to be to fit 50 people, but apparently, it wasn’t that big.

Sofia did a quick scan of the room, finding a good place to sit. She decided on a spot in the middle of the audience, a bit to the left. Once she sat down, she pulled out her laptop and water bottle, settling into her seat.

She occupied herself with the required reading of Of Mice and Men while the rest of the class slowly filed in, picking away at the empty seats, though both remained empty on either side of her. Sofia had read Of Mice and Men many times before, it being a classic in literature. She flips through the pages, rereading the familiar story until the professor begins the class.

Rutger rushes through the front doors of the building, searching for room 143. He walks down a few halls before finally finding it. Rutger pauses, checking his watch before bursting through the doors. He’s 17 minutes late.

He softly pulls open the door, stepping inside of the back of the class. He barely makes a sound, avoiding all eyes in the class turning to look at him. He does a quick scan of the room, looking for an empty seat. He eyes a blonde girl sitting on the left side of the room, an empty spot to her left. Rutger finds himself staring at her for a little too long, missing more and more of what the professor is saying.

He makes his way down the stairs, slipping past others to the empty seat to her left. Rutger slips into the seat, quietly pulling out his laptop and the required reading. He glances over at his neighbour's computer screen, trying to see how much he missed.

She has a page of notes written out, but her screen is at too much of an angle for Rutger to get a good look at what the professor had already said. He glances at the girl's face, her blonde hair cascading down, blocking most of his view.

He finds his eyes being drawn back to her face, wanting to get a good look at her features. She finally tucks the hair behind her ear, letting Rutger see her profile. Rutger barely registered anything that the professor had said since he sat down, instead being too occupied with the girl he had chosen to sit next to.

Eventually, the professor must’ve decided to give the class a short break because everyone is suddenly moving around and shuffling about.

Sofia was pretending to not notice the staring but it was now a couple of times he’d looked over at her. She didn’t know how to interpret the staring. It was possible that he was staring cause he thought she was pretty. But it was also very possible that he was a complete weirdo.

After a short internal conversation, Sofia decided to confront him.

“Hi.” Sofia says.

Rutger snaps out of the daze he was caught in looking at the girl, noticing she was talking to him. “Oh, hi.” Rutger says.

A blush forms on his cheeks, realizing she had in fact caught him staring at her.

“I’m Rutger.” He says.

“I’m Sofia.” She says, still hesitant as to whether or not this guy is weird.

“I uh, came in late. Can I borrow your notes?” Rutger asks.

“Oh, you didn’t miss much, she was just kind of going over the syllabus.” Sofia tells him.

Rutger furrows his brow, glancing at her page full of notes on her screen. “You seem to have some written there.” He chuckles.

“That’s just notes about the book. My thoughts and analysis basically.” Sofia explained, shutting her laptop.

“You’ve already started reading?” Rutger asks, suddenly questioning if he’s already fallen behind in the class on the first day.

“No. I mean yeah. Kind of.” Sofia rushes out. “I’ve already read Of Mice And Men. So these are notes from the past few times I’ve read it.”

“I’m going to take a wild guess and say that English is your major?” Rutger asks.

Sofia laughs. “Not quite. I’m majoring in elementary education and I want to be an English teacher.” She explains.

“Oh shit, cool.” He says, a smile on his lips.

He’s got a cute smile. Sofia thinks. Actually, scratch that, he’s got a cute face.

“I might be coming to you for help when I inevitably fall behind.”

Sofia furrows her eyebrows, Rutger making a reference she didn’t quite understand. “Oh I’m a student-athlete so I miss class kind of often.”

“Oh, what sport?” Sofia asks.

“I play on the hockey team.” Rutger says.

Sofia suddenly realizes why she recognizes the boy sitting next to her. “Oh my god.” She says.

Rutger has a sudden uncomfortable look on his face “What?” He asks.

“You know my brothers.” Sofia laughs.

Rutger furrows his brows, wondering how he would know this girl or her brothers.

“Adam and Luca?” Sofia prods. Rutgers eyes go wide, then his brows furrow again as he processes the information.

“Adam and Luca have a sister?” Rutger asks.

Sofia laughs, opening her phone. She finds a picture of her and her brothers from the draft, showing Rutger.

“Oh my god,” Rutger says as he sees the photo. “I genuinely had no clue they had a sister.”

“Yeah uh, they keep it a bit of a secret from teammates.” Sofia says, showing another one of them when they were kids.

“Why?” Rutger asks.

Sofia hesitates to tell Rutger the real reason. She’s saved when the professor resumes the lecture, Sofia and Rutger turning to the front.

[desultory-novice]

Sir Uther walks up to Noir Fontaine with purpose, having his usual happy-go-lucky smile and perky attitude. It was a surprise to see yet another human in this tournament ...well, atleast human-like. He instinctively reaches out for a handshake, eyes locked on Noir's face.

"Are you human?! MY~! I only ever saw the other one named Jade! Unlike her, you seem to be named after a color in french! Do tell, are there still any left of your species? Or are you all nearly extinct? Do you also have a history with Dark Matter in particular? I have so many questions~!! ☆"

His crystal eyes twinkle in delight, this truly was an opportunity to gain so much useful knowledge!

"Oh! And that entity, Zero as well! Does she exist in your world?"

"Hi! Wow! You're big! Bigger than I thought you round guys got!" 

Noir greets you with a boyish smile, though... ...He does not accept the handshake.

"You look like one of those Galactic Soldier Alliance people! I wrote fanfic about you! I can't let you read it because it's really cringe, but that's only cause when I was young I dreamed of being a hero, so...if you're ever recruiting, let me know maybe?! I'm not all that strong... but I'm passionate and have a strong sense of justice and somehow, I've got a lot of experience handling situations where all the evidence you killed anyone is gone because their bodies just disperse into matter once they're dead enough and the snow hides all the blood!"

[cw: mild body horror below]

"...What was I saying? Oh, yeah! I'm human! Whoa, there's another human here too? I should've figured that out, huh? I feel like I've been in a daze since I got here (or maybe even longer than that) and have been having a really hard time paying attention to stuff till lately when it all started coming back into my head REALLY FAST!"

"?! Do you speak French?! My mom taught my sister and me a little French and Japanese, cause of our ancestry, (what's my dad? I don't know! Maybe he's French-Japanese too?!) though we mostly speak Global at home. My name's supposed to be in Global but it's pretty cool that it means something in French too. 'Dark.' Sometimes I wonder if I was named after my hair? Though my sister's is the same color, pretty much, so that couldn't be it. Probably a coincidence?"

"Speaking of, my sister's human too and she's still around! We're separated right now, but my little brother's with her! (He's Dark Matter, since you brought it up! Yeah, he's adopted, but he's my little brother and if anyone says anything mean about him, I'll ****** them!) They're surrounded by friends too, so I don't worry!"

"It was really hard to get off the planet last time I was there, and it was getting pre~tty cold and people who got left outside tended to disappear till next year when you could find them again thawing out on the road but it's hard to imagine we've just gone extinct! I mean, the people from the New World had to have gone somewhere!"

"Hmm? Z...e...?"

"...r...." "...o...!?"

"M-muh...M-Mas..." "...pl...ea... ey...e...c-can....t... "...bre...athe...."

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Noir clutches his throat. The dark, burn-like cracks on his skin that had been easy to ignore till now seem to crawl up, to his chin and beyond. A thick metal collar around his neck, barely visible between his gloved hands, hums with a dark violet glow before he passes out.

Elsewhere, an otherwise unremarkable looking sword in the stolen stash of a small Dark Matter begins to vibrate, seeking its host.

@kirbyoctournament

PS: Wisp belongs to @moonsharkss and while he's still in the lead this round, it's close, so if you want to give him a vote...!

(Help I forgot his hands!)

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Noir's Field Trip Masterpost

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AN: Welp, add another one to Sir Uther's body count/list of crimes...

So, I still have some "Cheerful" (...although more like his brains have been scrambled) Noir asks to answer/send out that I'll get to when I have time (writing him is a bit exhausting tbh... ) but I have gone ahead and drawn this to "progress" back to the main tourney story! (You didn't think he could stay this way forever, did you?)

TLDR, We're back to regular Noir (...or whatever other AU hijinks happen to come his way that affect him in some manner?! Magic anons...???) but if you wished to interact with or send another question to Noir explicitly during his short lived cheerful phase, lemme know! Though whether I get to it will depend on how I'm feeling ^^

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(...Fwiw, I'm pretty sure if he stayed this way for too long, the emotional cascade would eventually give him a full on mental breakdown as his refreshed, innocent psyche finally catches up with processing all the traumas that made up his life.)

[zoeykallus]

Rex x F!Reader One-Shot - My Love

Warnings: Hurt/Mention Of Depression/Comfort/Fluff/Slightly Suggestive

AC: I just read a post from a mutual(?) here on tumblr, dated back a few days ago. It was so relatable, and I felt bad for not being able to really do much for her, but I didn't want to impose either. So I just wrote this, maybe she reads it, maybe not. Let's say I just leave this here for anyone who needs it, in hopes that it helps a little.

I know guys, I still have to work on many requests, I just felt like I should do this. Don't worry, I get back to working on your requests.

It's one of those days. Lack of motivation, feeling alone in the world, depression kicking your ass again. It feels like you're sitting in a deep, dark hole and somewhere far above, there's some light, and it's unreachable far away. To make matters worse, you've barely gotten to see Rex in the last few months, always just glimpses, barely time to really talk, let alone do anything else. Your fingers play with the pendant on the leather band you wear around your neck. Rex brought it back for you from one of his missions. A colorful reflective stone, blessed by a tribe of an alien planet on which he had been stationed for a time. Supposedly, this thing brings good luck, but lately you haven't been feeling much of it. You're supposed to be off today, but you're sitting in the canteen, your eyes wandering around the many familiar faces, hoping to find comfort in them, to create something like an illusion of Rex's presence. But it doesn't work, all you feel is this dull pressure in your chest, this heaviness in your limbs. You breathe in and out slowly, paying close attention to your breathing, trying to calm yourself, to find comfort in the regularity of your air intake. But your hand clenches around the stone on the leather band. Frustration joins all the other negative feelings.

A deep, soft voice behind you says, "What a sight for my weary eyes". You almost jump out of your skin in shock when you hear Rex. He steps around the table and sits down opposite to you. In public, you can't show your intimacy, your relationship, especially not here. Rex smiles, but his gaze becomes thoughtful, probing. "Rex?" you say softly, as if you're not sure if you're awake or dreaming. Rex's expression softens a bit as he says, "I've been looking all over for you. Today's your day off. What are you doing here?" You don't really know what to answer, you want to fall into his arms, you want to feel his warmth. But right now all you can do is look at him and talk to him in a whisper.

"You are really here" His brows go up in concern, and he says, "Meet me at the intersection of hangar B2 and B1, in five minutes." You look at him questioningly, but nod. You lack the energy to disagree. As Rex gets up and leaves the canteen, you look after him. Hell, you even love the way he walks, so upright, powerful, with a masculine, military elegance. And yet he walks differently than most of his brothers, but maybe you're just imagining it. Either way, Rex is special.

You wait a moment before getting up and slowly making your way. You wonder what he is up to, why he wants to meet you there. In fact, you'd much rather go home with him, really enjoy some time with him, but maybe he wouldn't be here for long again. You arrive at the intersection and look around, no Rex in sight. But someone grabs your shoulder and pulls you back. You don't even have time for a surprised exclamation, a gloved hand is immediately on your mouth. You are pulled into a storage room, the door slams shut. Before panic can really rise in you, you're spun around and looking into Rex's face. "What the hell-" He interrupts you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you gently but firmly into his embrace. He has his arm and breastplate off, you can feel his warm body directly through the fabric of his Blacks. You can't help it, a heavy, drawn-out sigh crosses your lips. It feels like something is escaping from you, something very dark. It's clutching, even on its way out of you, tears painful grooves as it tries to desperately claw its way back in, as if it is alive and aware, trying to hold on to you.

A slight tremor goes through your body as your weakened state of mind fights back with the last of its strength and, with the support of Rex's embrace, finally driving the sinister monster away. At first, you're completely stiff, every muscle taut, then it feels like you're going to slump, but Rex holds you upright in his embrace. Your arms eventually wrap around him as well, your fingers digging into the fabric of his blacks at his back. You take long, deep breaths, taking in his closeness, the warmth of his body against yours. Tears well up in your eyes, you're not yet sure if it's relief or frustration, maybe both. He emphasizes his embrace and hums softly, "It's okay, don't hold back, let it out." You blink and the first tears fall, a quiet sob. Rex gently cradles you in his embrace. "Oh my darling, I've been gone so long, barely had time for you. I wish I could have been here sooner," he says in a husky voice. "Me too," you say softly, barely more than a trembling whisper. He coos tenderly as he turns gentle circles on your back with his hand, "But now I'm here for you. I have a few days off, finally. And I plan to spend every free second with you."

Another sob comes out of your throat, now you know, it's definitely relief. "Can we go home?" you ask him quietly. "Of course," he says immediately, explaining, "I just wanted to meet you here because I felt that you needed this moment, as soon as possible." You smile, even laugh softly, once again amazed at how empathetic this man can be. "You were absolutely right," you admit. Very slowly, he loosens the embrace, wipes the tears from your face, and finally holds your head gently between his hands to look at you. "You always seem to forget how much passion and fire you have in you, how much creativity. But I don't mind to keep reminding you“, he laughs softly, “I missed this sight, these eyes that know me so well,"

"I missed you too, more than I can put into words," you say and close your eyes, enjoying the warmth of his hands through the fabric of his gloves on your cheeks. When you open them again your eyes are full of fresh fire, there it is again the spark Rex fell in love with. The real you. He gives you strength, hope, love. He grins at you and you grin back. "There she is, my Love," he says with satisfaction.

The surging energy inside you tingles through your nerves, your imagination, your longings, your desire. Almost breathlessly, you say, "I want to go home with you, now. I want to cuddle with you, talk to you, make love to you for hours, just about anything you can imagine." The corner of Rex's mouth twitches upward saucily as he says, "I can imagine a lot of things, beautiful. You go ahead, I'll catch up with you as soon as I can". You're on your way home so fast, full of energy, fired up, full of anticipation. Rex is like the purest premium gasoline for your engine. The anticipation tingles under your skin, you suddenly have so much extra energy that you run up and down while waiting for him in your apartment.

His knock on the door is answered immediately, so quickly that he looks at you in surprise, but his surprise quickly turns into a smirk. "You must have been waiting for me," he says and steals a kiss, teasing, nibbling your lower lip, flicking his tongue playfully against yours, tickling the corner of your mouth before granting you a shit eating grin. Like a blissfully warm summer rain, the sensation of this touch shudders through your neural pathways, from the crown of your head to your toes and back up again, until suddenly it seems to bundle in the heat between your thighs. You feel his energy, his desire, he's as ravenous as you are. You feel his strong hands on your hips as he gently but firmly pushes you further and further toward the bedroom with each kiss. "I think", says Rex between two kisses, "once we go into that room, we're not getting out of there anytime soon". You giggle into the kiss, unable to help yourself. He leans his head back a bit and looks at you with a smirk and asks, "You don't mind, do you?" "Not at all"

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[theres-a-body-here]

Ghostface with Creep!reader

A new killer has been snatched by the Entity. Something about their cheap Halloween werewolf mask and casual clothing made some of the realms residents uneasy

Was drawn to you from the beginning

Not in the way you'd expect

He was offended

He saw you as a cheap imitation. A copycat

A masked killer that stalks their victims and records their last moments?

You were basically begging to be stabbed

The Entity shut that down real quick before he could push his blade into your liver

He made sure to downright ignore you after that event

That was until he spectated your trials

As the Entity's favorite, he had many "perks". Being able to spectate matches as they happened was one of them

You weren't bad, but you weren't great

He'd grit his teeth whenever you'd prioritize filming the survivors with your video camera instead of injuring them

He'd facepalm whenever you'd swing at a vaulting survivor, only to hit the wall

He needed to intervene

Don't get it wrong. Not for your sake, but for his

Danny hates copycats, but he hates it even more when said copycat is shit at it

Makes him look bad

After your trial, he grabs you by your arm and pulls you deep into the forest

The Entity hasn't stopped him yet, so you guess he isn't trying to kill you again. You let yourself get dragged along

Get ready for a long rant followed by an even longer lesson in stalking

"What the fuck was that? You didn't even bring one slowdown perk. Come on now. If you're going to imitate me, at least do it with finesse." Behind his mask, Danny's lips twisted into a snarl.

You occupied a spot on a toppled tree trunk, engrossed in reviewing recordings on your video camcorder. Evidently, his lecture failed to captivate your attention.

"The Entity seems to be pleased with my performance. If I was doing bad she would've let it be known. Get off my back"

Your voice retained an air of calmness, though the underlying hint of a threat was unmistakable.

Despite how it appeared, you and Danny have started to "hang out" more after that

It usually goes like this: you exit a trial and Ghostface begins to hound you over your mistakes. However, he always gives a few pointers before he leaves for his own trials

He would never admit it, but he slowly started warming up to you

Not even 2 months later, Danny shares his perks with you

"Here you faker. Maybe now you'll finally get more than one kill per trial"

He still criticizes and taunts you as you both sit near the fire with the other killers within hearing range

But it's more friendly than malicious

Amidst the silence around the campfire, Danny couldn't resist taking a playful jab at your looping skills, a smirk playing on his lips. "You know, I've seen toddlers with better footwork when it comes to catching survivors."

You shot him a mock glare. "Hey, not all of us can be stealthy killers with years of practice."

A chuckle escaped from Danny's masked lips, but before the moment could settle, Frank chimed in with a taunt of his own. "Yeah, Danny's right. I've seen snails with better chasing skills."

The campfire's atmosphere shifted instantaneously. Danny's chuckles ceased, replaced by a tense stillness. His masked gaze settled on Frank with an intensity that sent shivers down the spines of those around.

Danny's voice was low and controlled, his anger barely contained. "You've got a death wish, asshole?"

Frank seemed to realize his mistake too late, his face paling behind his own mask under the weight of Danny's glare. He stammered, trying to backtrack, "I... I didn't mean..."

But Danny's patience had worn thin. He stood abruptly, the menace radiating from him unmistakable. "You listen, and you listen well. You don't get to insult them. Only I do."

Frank swallowed hard, his bravado evaporating. "I... I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean anything by it."

Danny's gaze didn't waver, his message conveyed without a need for further words. Frank nodded frantically, looking as though he'd just escaped a close encounter with the Entity itself.

Danny's shoulders visibly relaxed as he resumed his seat by the fire, his attention returning to you. His voice regained its familiar tone of teasing, but there was an undertone of possessiveness. "Now, where were we? Ah, yes, talking about how you managed to lose a survivor while they were practically walking backward."

You and Danny didn't exactly exemplify the poster image of a perfect and conventional friendship dynamic, but it worked out well enough

Masterlist here

[milk-tea-sakura]

~~~~~~~~~~

𝓒𝔀: 2𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓹𝓸𝓿, 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨/𝓷, 𝓕𝓮𝓶! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓢𝓱𝔂! 𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1425

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 5 𝓶𝓲𝓷 35 𝓼𝓮𝓬

~~~~~~~~~~

Jeongin had always been a quiet and reserved person, preferring the company of his close friends and his music over anything else. He had never thought much about romance, convinced he wanted to focus on his career and dreams. But then he met Y/n, and everything changed.

She was the opposite of him — bright, cheerful, and full of life. From the moment they met, Jeongin was drawn to her carefree spirit and infectious energy. Y/n was like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day, and Jeongin found himself falling for her against his better judgment.

He tried to fight his feelings, telling himself that he was too busy to get involved in a relationship. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get Y/n out of his head. She had wormed her way into his heart, and he didn’t know how to get her out.

Jeongin tried to keep his distance, not wanting to admit his feelings to himself or anyone else. But Y/n was persistent, always finding ways to spend time with him and get under his skin. She teased him relentlessly, playfully calling him out on his aloof facade.

Jeongin found himself softening towards her, amused by her playful banter and her cheeky smile. He tried to act disinterested, but he found himself looking for excuses to be around her. He found himself laughing at her jokes, and his heart skipped a beat every time she smiled at him.

As time went on, Jeongin found himself falling harder and harder for Y/n. He had never felt this way about anyone before, and it scared him. He was used to being in control, but Y/n had a way of making him feel out of control like he was lost in a whirlwind of emotions.

Finally, one evening, Jeongin found himself unable to deny his feelings any longer. Y/n had been teasing him all day while they hung out together, and the banter had taken on a different tone, laced with flirtation and a hint of something deeper.

Jeongin and Y/n were sitting on a park bench, their shoulders brushing against each other. Jeongin had his gaze fixed on the scenery in front of them, but he was acutely aware of Y/n’s presence beside him.

Y/n nudged him lightly, a playful smirk on her lips. “You’re unusually quiet today,” she observed. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

Jeongin was jolted out of his thoughts by Y/n's voice, and he looked at her for a moment before shaking his head. "No, I'm fine," he said, but his voice gave away the lie.

Y/n frowned, seeing through his fake nonchalance. "Come on, you can tell me. Something's clearly bothering you," she said, shifting her body closer to him.

Jeongin sighed, knowing he couldn't keep it in any longer. "It's just… I've been thinking about something lately," he said, running a hand through his hair.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "And what's that something?" she prompted, her eyes fixed on his face, searching for any clue as to what was bothering him.

Jeongin fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, avoiding her gaze. "It's just… us," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n's heart skipped a beat at his words. "What do you mean, 'us'?" she asked, her voice laced with a mixture of hope and trepidation.

Jeongin took a deep breath, bracing himself for what he was about to say. "I mean… this. Whatever it is we have going on between us," he said, gesturing between them.

Y/n felt a flicker of hope in her chest. She had often wondered if Jeongin felt the same way she did, but he had always been closed off and difficult to read. "What about it?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Jeongin fidgeted again, his nerves getting the best of him. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice shaky. "I just… I can't stop thinking about it. About you."

Y/n felt a rush of warmth spread through her at his words. She had suspected that he felt something for her, but hearing him say it out loud was another thing entirely. "And what exactly are you thinking about?" she asked, a hint of a smile on her lips.

Jeongin looked at her then, his expression serious. "I'm thinking about how much I like being around you. How much you make me laugh. How much I look forward to seeing you every day," he said, the words coming out in a rush.

Y/n felt her heart swell at his words. She had known that Jeongin had a more sensitive side, but he had always been so reserved, so it was rare for him to express his feelings like this. "And that's a bad thing?" she teased, unable to help herself.

Jeongin huffed a laugh, a small smile playing on his lips. "No, it's not," he admitted. "But it's also… I don't know. Terrifying. I've never felt this way about anyone before, and it's… scary."

Y/n's expression softened. She could tell he was being vulnerable with her, opening up in a way he never had before. "I get that," she said gently. "But you know you can talk to me, right? You can tell me anything."

Jeongin nodded, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders at her words. "I know," he said, his voice steady. "But it's just… I don't know what we're doing, you know? What are we? Are we just friends? Or is there more between us?"

Y/n's heart fluttered at his words. She had been asking herself the same question for weeks, but she had been too afraid to bring it up. "Do you want there to be more between us?" she asked, holding her breath as she waited for his response.

Jeongin hesitated for a moment, his brain and his heart warring with each other. Finally, he took a deep breath and spoke. "Yes," he said, his voice firm despite the tremble in his hands. "Yes, I want there to be more between us. I want… I want to be your boyfriend, Y/n. If that's what you want too."

Y/n felt a surge of joy at his words, her heart leaping in her chest. "I do want that," she said, a smile spreading across her face. "I want to be your girlfriend, Jeongin. More than anything."

Jeongin let out a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding, a wave of relief washing over him. "Really?" he asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice. "You mean it?"

Y/n nodded, her smile widening. "I mean it," she said, her eyes shining. "I've wanted to be your girlfriend for longer than you probably think. I just didn't know how to tell you."

Jeongin felt a rush of happiness at her words. He had never thought it was possible for her to feel the same way about him, and yet here she was, saying that she wanted to be his girlfriend just as much as he wanted to be hers. "Then… we're really doing this?" he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n leaned in closer to him, her hand resting on his knee. "Yes, we're really doing this," she said, her voice soft and earnest. "I'm yours, Jeongin. And you're mine."

Jeongin couldn't help but smile at her words. The idea that Y/n was his - that he was hers - it felt unreal. He reached out and took her hand in his, intertwining their fingers. "I like the sound of that," he said, his thumb rubbing small circles on the back of her hand.

Jeongin and Y/n sat on the couch, their hands still intertwined. They sat silently for a few moments, both relishing the newfound intimacy between them. They were no longer just friends - they were now a couple, and the thought filled them both with a sense of happiness and contentment.

As they sat, Jeongin leaned his head against Y/n's shoulder, feeling her hair brush against his cheek. Y/n smiled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. They had finally crossed the line from friends to lovers, and neither of them could be happier.

Jeongin closed his eyes, feeling a sense of peace settle over him. He felt like he could stay like this forever, just existing in the same space as his girlfriend.

[yoonavii]

Love confession

Pairing: sanji x F! reader One shot

word count: 1k

Description: Y/n confesses her feelings to sanji

A/n: Requests are open!!

Late at night on the Thousand Sunny, you find yourself seeking solace in the company of your crewmate Robin. The two of you have always had a special bond, with Robin taking on the role of a caring and wise older sister figure in your life. Tonight, as you sit together in a cozy corner of the ship, you decide to open up to her about a pressing matter. 

 “Robin, can I talk to you about something?” you asked  “It's been on my mind for a while now.” Robin smiled “Y/n...You know you can always confide in me.” She says to you softly “What's troubling you?”

“Well, it's about Sanji. I'm well aware of how he flirts with and chases after women all the time. But the thing is... I can't help it. I've developed feelings for him. It's confusing, and I don't know what to do.” Robin lets out a lighthearted giggle as she then holds onto your arm  “Oh y/n, that's quite adorable. It seems Cupid has paid you a visit, hasn't he?”

The sudden feeling of warmth rushed to your cheeks as she spoke “Yeah, I suppose so. But I can't help feeling silly about it, considering how he behaves around other women.” She hums “although that may be true, there's nothing wrong with your feelings. Love and attraction can be complex and unpredictable. Sanji's flirtatious nature doesn't diminish the sincerity of your emotions.” her hand slides down yours and holds them “what i think you should do is to Talk to Sanji about how you feel, and see where it leads. You never know what might happen.”

Feeling reassured by Robin’s advice, you leave the conversation with newfound determination. The moonlight dances on the ship’s deck, as if mirroring the spark of hope within your heart. You’re ready to face your feelings and embark on a journey of honesty and vulnerability, trusting that the winds of fate will guide you toward the destination of love.

Moments later, you find Sanji in the kitchen, diligently preparing a delectable dessert for the entire crew. Your heart races with nervous anticipation, but you gather your courage and approach him with a request.  “Sanji, can we talk for a moment?” Sanji turns to

look at you with a smile as he then stopped his cooking progress. “Of course, my dear. Anything for you. Let's have a seat at the table.”  As you both then settle down, facing each other, you take a deep breath, ready to pour your heart out to him  “Sanji, there's something I've been wanting to tell you... It's not easy for me to say, but... I've developed feelings for you. Despite your flirtatious nature, I find myself drawn to your kindness, your cooking, and everything that makes you who you are. Sanji listens attentively, his eyes fixed on yours as you bare your heart to him. There's a gentle warmth in his gaze, and his hands reach out, encompassing both of yours.

 “Y/n…” he says softly, voice smooth like silk “I've noticed how your smile brightens even the darkest days, how your laughter fills the air with joy. From the moment we met, you've captured my heart in a way no one else has. Your kindness, your spirit... they've bewitched me. His words resonate deeply within you, making your heart practically skip a beat. 

“I've spent so much time searching for the perfect ingredients to create exquisite dishes, hoping to bring happiness to others. But now, with you by my side, I realize that the most important ingredient was always missing—love.” His silky voice carries a genuine sincerity that sends shivers down your spine. You feel a surge of warmth coursing through your veins as you realize the depth of his feelings. He likes you, and wants to be with you. With a radiant smile, Sanji gently pulls you into his embrace. It feels like the start of a beautiful chapter in your lives, one filled with shared dreams, unyielding passion, and a love that will endure even the fiercest storms. As you and Sanji continue to bask in the euphoria of your newfound love, a sudden interruption shatters the moment. Zoro, with his usual lack of spatial awareness, stumbles into the kitchen, catching sight of the intimate scene before him.

Zoro raises a brow “Uh...am I interrupting something?”

Sanji's expression darkens, a mix of annoyance and protectiveness washing over him. He quickly releases you from his embrace and steps forward, ready to engage in a heated argument with Zoro. “Damn it, swordsman!” He growled, clutching his fist “Can't you see we were having a private moment here? Learn to knock!”  He shrugs nonchalantly, not caring as usual. “I thought I smelled a cooking disaster. Didn't expect it to be a romantic one.

You couldn't help but laugh. Their exchanges were always entertaining to You.” Oh Zoro, I swear you have the worst timing!” Your laughter fills the air, diffusing the tension between the two feuding crewmates. “Hmph! Well, I'll leave you lovebirds to your mushy moments. Just remember, keep the sappiness away from my swords.”

Sanji frowns, crossing his arms “Tch! Mind your own business, mosshead!”

As Zoro exits the kitchen, the lingering traces of the argument dissipate, replaced by shared amusement and an even stronger bond between you and Sanji. You find solace in the fact that even in the most unexpected situations, laughter and love prevail. “Don’t worry about him. What we should worry about though, is the whip cream on the deserts. It’s starting to melt quite a bit” looking over at the deserts, Sanji adjusts his sleeves and quickly goes over to pick them up  “you’re right. Do you mind assisting me with it my love?” 

“Why of course.” 

With lovely smiles, you and Sanji leave the kitchen with the desserts, the echoes of the laughter you both share, mingling with the promises of a future filled with love, passion, and the indomitable spirit of the Straw Hat Pirates.

[featherdusterbelphie]

drew WHB Belphie pre-debut because yes?!

Very long discussion under the cut vvv

HE IS HERE YESS (even though he is very late)

I'm very excited for when he drops even though it'll definitely take me a while before I actually get him because I'm f2p only and I have shitty gacha luck hahaha...

Anyway, here are my theories: for some reason, I have a feeling that he's very mean? Or like, he's one of those who will bully MC LOL

(though I can't tell if it's bully because he likes mc, or bully because that's just how he is)

Idk, I just think he'll be prickly because of the piercings. He has so many! Four helix piercings on both ears?! Also, it looks like he's wearing a windbreaker? Or some sporty jacket which makes me think jock...which is also not very sloth-like lmao. It reminds me of typical gangster characters like Draken from Tokrev.

(Though that will be a very interesting character but it's risky since we already have Levi and not everyone likes him <3 the reason why I didn't draw him very gangster-like is that someone said that he kinda looks inspired by Vkei and I wanted to incorporate that somehow)

I also think he'll have a very... interesting personality. I've drawn him all crazy in the second pic, but very relaxed and a little tired? in the first. That's because I really like drowsy/sleepy eyes and also because he's the representative of the sin sloth so it makes sense. As for the crazy one..I also think that aside from the mean attitude, he'll have a very energetic/eccentric personality based on the art. Like he'll be all up in your face talking about the weirdest shit because he wants to get a reaction. Or he's just one very informed and knowledgeable king who has many, many secrets.

Speaking of secrets, there is his hands. I know the other kings also have hands in their teasers, but with Belphie, I think the hands have more significance. Because like, why is it covering up most of his face??? The other kings at least have an eye, nose and/or mouth showing through the fingers, but Belphie only has his left eye with two pupils. I'm starting to think he's very secretive or mysterious. Maybe he's a reclusive king and that's why not a lot of demons know about him or his country? Or maybe he's as strict and 'militaristic' as Nifleheim's description says of their country? Or maybe he has a scar that he's covering up? Idk but I am gonna be disappointed if it turns out to be a red herring >:(

Oh, and another thing about the hands— I might be grasping at straws here but the fingers look like teeth. The way they're intertwined in front of his face makes it look like teeth, making me think either he has very sharp teeth or his idiosyncrasy is related to teeth (i know, this is beyond grasping at straws now).

Also, I didn't draw his horns because I have no idea how to draw his horns. I can't see it at all in the teaser art unless it's this thing beside one of his hands which is....?? I'm not sure. Because if that's so then he's similar to Valefor with a horn in his eye (correct me if I'm wrong huhu) and if that's the case, then he has a very cool design that's very unique from all the current kings (including Asmo if they're going to reuse the design they had of him from Love Unholyc)

Unless his horn is the black halo above his head? In which case, how the fuck is that connected to his head?? Or is it floating with magic?? I don't understand. Why the halo? Is he connected to the angels in some way? A traitor, perhaps? Is he somehow related to the angelification stuff that I barely know anything about?

ALSO ALSO what's with the Roman numeral six on his forehead??? Is that just a random tattoo or will that mean something lore-wise? If so, does that mean he's the sixth king to be before Lucifer? (this is assuming Luci is the last king and Asmo is the first king) Or is this a hint that he's the sixth king MC visits/breaks the contract with? If it's the latter...then I don't know if I have enough patience to play through however many chapters it will take until we get to Niflheim...and also...my phone storage can't handle it eheu

It could also just not be a Roman numeral six and it could be a Latin word/quote that I have no idea about because it's hidden by his hands. Salvi is the only Latin word I could think of with 'vi' but that means 'saved' and I don't know how that works with Belphie. Because then he got saved?? By who?? And why would he need saving?

So many questions and so many ideas, I wonder when they'll officially introduce him (hopefully not next year...).

Also, does anyone know when Lucifer's selfie card goes into the normal banners? Because I don't see him there and the only thing I'm sure will go into the normal banners is Levi's school card which will be three months from now iirc.

NEXT >>

[the-night-that-feeds-if]

You feel a chill down your spine, the hairs at the back of your neck prickle. You don't dare look behind you... The shadow smiles.

The Night That Feeds is a dark fantasy, interactive story.  It will have heavy themes of familial abuse, sexually suggestive themes (perhaps more explicit stuff too, eventually), and other dark themes. A comprehensive content warning will be made available as the story develops.

"This is a story of love, loss, and of trying to find a home".

*** Please keep your mental health in mind when playing games with dark themes. This game won't be as dark as some others, but I want everyone to be safe and healthy when consuming dark content.

Demo currently sitting at 21k words.

✧ Features/Will feature ✧

A customizable protagonist, name, gender, appearance. 

Multiple romance options (barely implemented at this time).

Demons!  Not in the way you may think.

An interesting fantasy land that you get to explore.

!!BARELY IMPLEMENTED--MOST CHARACTERS NOT MET!!

・❥・ Romance Options ・❥・

✧.*

Captain E. Ward: Fame, fortune, infamy... All these and more follow Captain Ward. Their job is a demanding one, an important one, a dangerous one. They seem to be a commanding, playful person, but how deep do their scars run?

Age: 30

["Isn't it beautiful?" They say as they stare out into the void. Nebulous clouds drift behind, trailing the ship. "So Void-damned beautiful, and so fucked up." They look you in the eyes, and lick the edge of their bottom lip. "You sure you want this, with me?"]

They are a lonely person, they crave, and despise attention. They're afraid of intimacy, of love. What kind of life is a life in the Void? Who would willingly share that with them?

TW: Attempted murder (on them), clinginess.

✧.*

Maddock: A surly mercenary, he watches out for you, all due to a 'favor' of a nature you can't discern. The way he looks at you is reminiscent of a deep longing.

Age: Late 30's, early 40's 

["I never thought that I'd be one ta' have somethin' like this at my age. I let my dreams go in my youth." He pats the cushion next to him. "You don' expect things ta' turn out, I've been a merc for so long, felt like all I knew how ta' do."]

He's a gruff man, doesn't got a heart of gold, but if you end up falling for each other, there isn't anything that would come between you.

TW: Possessive, sexual.

✧.*

The Hunger: It's been watching you for a long time... 

Age: ???

["Oh, if it isn't my little bird, what is it? Is your wing broken? You don't seem eager to fly away this time..." It slinks closer, grinning wide. ]

An entity, not... malevolent, at least not to you.  However, it holds a sick fascination for you. 

TW: Yandereish. Stalker. Obsession. 

✧.*

Fellis: A woman who seems to be around your age, she's an eager adventurer, she took a liking to you immediately, and seems keen to stoke the flames hotter. 

Age: 22, 23

["Oh, lovey. There you are." She takes your hand in hers, placing a gentle kiss along your knuckle. "I've brought something for you."]

She thinks you're the most beautiful person she's seen. She may even take up poetry to describe her budding love for you.

NO TW. MEGA FLUFF ALERT.

✧.*

Xep: A strange person, wearing bright crimson robes, with gorgeous star decaling in gold. They wear copious amounts of jewelry, and enjoy the finer things. They were immediately drawn to you, they were forced to this back water of a town, they never expected anyone like you to cross their path.

Age: 27

["I want to hold you, please stay?" Their mouth creeps upwards, the wine has given them a positively radiant complexion, the heat blatant on their cheeks.]

They're a sad soul, after experiencing a heart break that left them devastated, they never expected to find love again.

SLIGHT TW: Mentions of suicide, heart break, mentions of being cheated on.

Credit to:  nyehilism for the sugarcube template, you've made things easier on me as an aspiring IF writer, thank you.