#It's usually very peaceful and calm and sfw here

[joffyworld]

You know, it's ironic that this whole situation happened just as I was expanding the world building for my au regarding those spicy subjects.

I'd provide a link to the blog that holds the lore, but I'm not sure if it is possible through asks

Feel free to DM me the link lmao I'll happily take a gander

[deathbxnny]

Can you do how the arcane characters would react to you having a Panic attack/panick attacks

Arcane characters reacting to you having a panic attack! | Caitlyn, Sevika, Jinx, Vi x Gn!Reader

Thank you for your request, Anon! I absolutely loved writing this, so I hope you'll enjoy it!<33

Content: Panic attacks, fluff, swearing, established relationships, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns.

((Not proofread))

》CAITLYN

Her first instinct is to immideatly take you somewhere safe and private when she notices the panic attack approaching. She has very good intuition and has observed you for long enough to know your cues and signs, but sometimes even her own senses about you fail her during acute attacks that come out of nowhere. This doesn't mean that you can't rely on her to take care of you anyway.

"Hey, hey... let's breathe together, okay? Alright. Deep breathe in... hold it... and now release slowly... good job, let's do it again."

She's very quick to react to your needs and usually tries to regulate your breathing first before anything else, as that's how she learned to deal with them in her medical training. Caitlyn will also try and keep some distance in between you two in case you need space and only come closer once you're ready for that. She's very gentle and patient, as she soothes away your fears and worries.

Later on, she'll gently hold you and spoil you with nice food whilst you finally calm down and rest. Cait won't ever push you to tell her what triggered you, but will encourage you to tell her how she can help you better next time. Something she'll probably write down somewhere for future reference for better efficiency.

》SEVIKA

The first time it happens to you around her, she'll admittedly be a little surprised. It's not like she hadn't seen panic attacks before, but she simply just never had to deal with them before. With that said, her first instinct is to wonder if someone had bothered you and, if so, how quick she can beat them up for hurting you like this. The last thing she wants is for someone to ruin that beautiful smile of yours, and the sight of you suffering like that makes her feel uneasy.

"Alright, tell me what you need, and I'll do it for you right now. I just... fuck, tell me how to help you, sweetheart."

Sevika will lean down to your level after also taking you somewhere private so that she can let her guard down in peace and focus on you. She's not good at comforting people no matter who you are, and she's certainly also not the most affectionate person out there. But she knows to keep her distance and focus on what you need from her in that moment. Your hyperventilating and short breaths worry her, but that's nothing she can't handle with some direction from you.

After the panic attack blows over, she'll demand a detailed list of what exactly she should do better next time. She doesn't like being unprepared, especially when it comes to your care and well-being.

》JINX

She has memorized absolutely everything about you and is the first person to notice when a panic attack is coming up, which makes her the best helper out there at that moment. Jinx immideatly springs into action and brings you to her hideout, where she knows things are safe and sound. No one can hurt you here, especially not with her around. She'll sit on the ground with you and take your hands in her own carefully. The girl doesn't make any sudden moves and just observes every reaction you make very closely, practically analyzing them to know what to do next. And her voice would be so calm and soothing whilst she speaks.

"It's alright, cuddlebug. No one's laying a hand on ya whilst I'm here... so let's just breathe together."

Jinx doesn't want you to feel alone whilst you're going through this and will be right there with you until the last of your tears have been shed. Afterward, she'll either cuddle you to sleep or get you something nice to eat. Either way, you're being treated like royalty by her, just because she doesn't want you to feel like she did when she still had to suffer through everything all on her own. Having you here is a blessing, and taking care of you was a way to pay you back for it.

》VI

Despite what people may think, Vi's intuition about other people has never failed her. She always feels so deeply for others. It isn't all too surprising when she is quick to notice your mood shifting drastically out of nowhere. Once the panic attacks start, she'll have enough past experiences to take care of you as well as she can. It may not always be perfect due to her inability to express her love and affection all too well in moments of panic, but she'll still pull through for you. Getting you out of danger and into a more secluded area, she'll wrap her jacket around your shoulders and try soothing your quick breathing.

"Hey, hey, hey, let's calm down, okay? I'm right here. Nothing can hurt you."

She may honestly slightly panic herself, especially as seeing you so distraught messes with her own emotions, too. Vi hates to see you suffer, and the last thing she wants is for you to potentially get hurt if you don't calm down.

Vi will most likely ask you what she can do better next time as well, since she secretly feels a bit disappointed in herself for not being able to do more for you. But she's open to learning how to be perfect for you next time, that's for sure.

[slut4sugu]

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍- ( nsfw + sfw alphabet: Spencer Reid)

mentions of: sex positions, choking, of giving head, some slight fluff, but of an msub!spence

A- AFTERCARE (what he’s like after sex.)

Absolute sweetheart; immediately makes sure you drink water and draws you a bath while you rest. He comes to join you after putting a new set of sheets on your shared bed. “Don’t pout angel, im right here okay?”

Peppers kisses on your face and whispers old poems in your ear as you drift off to sleep.

B- BODY (his partners favorite body part.)

Spencer loves all of you equally; your breasts, your thighs, your ass, all of you. However if her was being honest with himself it would be your voice/ your face. Hearing and see you make such naughty noises with that love drunk look on your face was unfair. The

C- CUDDLING ( big spoon or little?)

both; tho he wouldn’t admit it he loves being the little spoon a bit more, not because he doesn’t like holding you. God does he ever, holding you calms any hypotheticals or concerns he has. Soothes his ever busy mind and makes him feel so at peace.

D-DICK SIZE (how big is he)

Yknow how they say it’s always the quiet ones? Yeah, spence is not anything small. He’s 7.5 soft 8.7 looks like 9 kinda when hard. Trimmed, and it’s flushed pink with a mushroom tip. Very sensitive on the underside of his shaft <33

E- EXPERIENCE ( how experienced is he?)

Now I have a strong belief in the fact that Spence here is a virgin, however that does not mean he’s entirely inexperienced. He might read a bunch of books but the if we’re talking biological books? You know he’s read atleast 200 of those alone. So let’s just say finding your g spot wouldn’t be as hard as your past ex boyfriends made it out to be.

F- FAVORITE POSITION( self explanatory.)

Missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, ie any position that lets him stare into your pretty eyes as he makes love to you.

G- GOOD ( how good are they in bed?)

9.9/10 only reason why spence isn’t a 10 is became he tends to stop mid thrust just to memorize your expression. You’ll literally be on the edge and he’ll just stop to get a good look of your euphoric expression. You almost think it’s partially because he likes hearing you beg for more, but he’d never admit that <3

H- HUGS ( how does he hug? )

in public a quick tight normal hug, usually only lasting 7 seconds but if it’s just you and the team it’s a bit longer. Or until Morgan starts to tease Reid. In private however it’s all types of hugs. Back hugs, bear hugs, princess twirl hugs, any hug there is he’s done it Atleast twice in the hour that he’s come home.

I- INTIMACY ( how romantic is he? )

Very. You know good and well that Spencer doesn’t just take sex as some spur of the moment kind of thing. Each time he makes love to you he makes sure to do just, make love to you. Not focus on his own orgasm, no. Your pleasure is his pleasure. He’s literally cum before just from eating you out.

J- JERK OFF (how often does he self pleasure?)

I’m a strong believer in the idea that he’s never really touched himself like that before until you came into the picture, he just didn’t see the point of it. But when he started having lewd thoughts about you that weren’t exactly professional. Once or twice a month was the norm for him.

K- KISS ( what’s it like kissing him?)

Sweet and methodical; time is something that Reid always takes slow with you. On days when he’s a bit pent up he still takes his time, however his tongue slips into your mouth a bit faster than usual.

L- LOCATION ( where does he like to do it )

In the comforts of his own home; listen while I LOVE the stories/fics of workplace sex w Spencer but I honestly just don’t think that would happen. Love the idea but would it happen, I honestly don’t think so. The most I’d think Spence would even do is finger you in a library under a table.

M- MOAN (moaner, grunter, whiner or begger?)

Spencer can be downright slutty when it comes to moans when he gets into it. Give him two bjs back to back and he’s as horny as a porn star. Whimpering, moaning, and begging for god knows what. It’s honestly surprising and such a turn on to see Dr. Spencer Reid with his head thrown back begging for more of you. Anywhere however, he just needs you now.

N- NO’s (turns off for him.)

Suggesting to do it in public, asking him to hurt you (now I don’t mean choking because done right I feel as though he’d be into it), asking him to degrade you, (his limit is probably calling you a needy slut)

O- ORAL ( does he like giving or receiving more? )

giving; that’s just a given. While the site of you on your knees for him is ethereal, he loves servicing you even more. The feeling of your thighs clamping around his head as you cum, your manicured hands gripping his hair. It’s all so…perfect.

P-PACE ( how fast is he ? )

It all depends on the situation: if you’re needy = deep, slow. If you been bratty = fast, but he’s edging you. If you’ve had a bad day? = whatever you want <3

Q- QUICKES ( self explanatory )

he’d only do this if he was in the middle of pleasuring you already; and he got a call from work when your on the edge of an orgasm/ close to one. What makes you clench impossibly tighter though is the fact that he’s still pumping his fingers in and out of your puffy cunt while discussing the basic details of the case with JJ. Purposely hitting that sweet gummy spot to make if harder for you to stay quiet <33

[holy-amelie]

Hello!! Can you do how hsr men (specifically Boothill or Sunday) like to cuddle or how they approach physical intimacy in general? ❤️❤️❤️

'Physical Closeness' sfw (multiple)

...how they approach physical intimacy ˎˊ˗

·.༄࿔ characters: Aventurine, Boothill, Jing Yuan, Sunday

·.༄࿔ pairing: Aventurine x g/n!reader, Boothill x g/n!reader, Jing Yuan x g/n!reader, Sunday x g/n!reader

·.༄࿔ cw: no tw, fluff, physical closeness (sfw), non-native english author

·.༄࿔ a/n: thank you for your request! This is SFW version, but you can request NSFW one as well with the same or different chars ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ I've decided to add my other favs here, hope you won't mind!

Aventurine

Aventurine rarely lets people get close to him, despite his usual bright social behavior. He is always careful to choose his surroundings, lest he find himself in another difficult situation in his life. So you're lucky to be with him. Just as he is lucky to be with you.

Pure physical intimacy without any subtext is very precious to him. It makes Aventurine feel that he's really loved and appreciated, that it's not just an affair to satisfy your needs a few times. He enjoys being in your arms, it gives him a warm feeling of security somewhere deep inside.

In private, he lets you do many things. Hold him kiss him. Even touch the mark on his neck, that ugly reminder of who he was and what he'd been through. Somehow, when you touch it with your gentle hands, it's like a weight is lifted from his shoulders. Even if only temporarily. When you are alone, Aventurine is gentle and vulnerable.

But in public, whether you're gambling at the casino or strolling through the mall, everyone knows who you belong to. He shows you off to everyone as the most precious thing in his life. And you actually are.

Boothill

For Boothill, physical intimacy is a rather difficult thing. Not because he doesn't crave it, but because his mechanical body doesn't allow him to fully experience it.

The only part of his body that hadn't lost sensation is his head, especially his face. So even if he really wants to be physically close to you, he can only feel something there. Cup his face with your palms, shower him with kisses, or let him nuzzle your neck and stay there for a while.

In return, Boothill is willing to do whatever you want, even if he's not sure using it as a pillow is such a good idea. As long as it doesn't hurt you. Don't get me wrong, it's just that his strong, mechanical body isn't exactly built for tenderness (though he tries), so cuddling with him can be… Pretty tight.

He is not at all shy about showing physical closeness in public. Boothill's hands are always on you, showing everyone around him that they shouldn't even try to flirt with you. Otherwise, those muddle-fudgers will be introduced to his gun.

Jing Yuan

Jing Yuan is a person who has lived many, many years and experienced many hardships. It is no surprise that he longs for warmth and love. And while before it was Mimi who brought comfort and peace to his heart, now it is you.

Cuddling with the General has become your daily routine. While he works, plays chess, reads important documents, or rests, you are almost always there. Even better, if you're on his lap, lettimg him lazily lean onto you. This man is acting like a very big cat, judgin by his behaviour.

He enjoys not only initiating physical intimacy, but also receiving it. Despite his calm exterior, Jing Yuan is often tired. The effort he puts into solving problems is often hidden from others. So coming back to you after another hard day is the best thing that can happen. It doesn't matter where or how, the important thing is that you are there for him and that you are comfortable too.

He's not afraid to show physical affection on public. After all, he is no longer a teenager who is easily embarrassed; he has enough life experience to ignore people's displeasure and enjoy the envious looks. After all, you're hsi and only his treasure.

Sunday

Sunday was always like a beautiful bird in a gilded cage - desirable by lots of people but so far from physical intimacy with anyone. His position in the family left no time for romance, or even the thought of it.

So starting a relationship with you was something completely new and uncharted for him. At first, Sunday is actually terribly shy in private as well. Be prepared that it's going to take a long time for him to get used to even holding hands (although he likes it a lot, to be honest). With him, you'll have to take small steps toward something more serious.

If intimacy is initiated by you, he won't say a word against it. Probably because all the words will be stuck in his throat the moment you decide to hug him or, dear Aeons, kiss him. He'll probably try to cover his face with his wings, but it just looks adorable.

Old habits die long, so in public he tries to show as little physical affection as possible. Simply because he doesn't really want everyone to see his embarrassed red face. However, that doesn't mean he won't put his hand on the small of your back and throw sizzling glances in the direction of whoever tries to lay eyes on you, covering it all up with a polite smile.

please, do not rewrite/copy/repost/translate my work without me knowing, you can always ask first, thanks

[yuutaok]

Yuuta Okkotsu x Reader

I’ll always take care of you

You always make sure to leave your door open just a crack and a light on for when Yuuta arrives back home.

₊˚⊹✿ SFW, Comfort and fluff

₊˚⊹✿ Word Count: 616

₊˚⊹✿ Author’s note: Some brief respite and comfort :’) @yutaleks I wrote this thinking of u, my liege in yuuta nation…. I am so sad

The comfort of the covers dulls your senses, the heaviness of sleep drawing you further into the soft mattress. The room is shrouded in darkness, with only a hint of moonlight seeping through the curtains. You drift in and out of slumber until a soft creak from your bedroom door gently tugs you back from the brink of sleep, awakening you in the present moment.

A familiar silhouette stands in the doorway, and even in the dim light, you can recognize Yuuta. Oh, your lovely, darling, Yuuta. His black hair is tousled, and his usually bright blue eyes are shadowed with even somehow heavier eye bags. His usually broad and strong shoulders are slumped, and his stride is hesitant. You can feel his worry before he even speaks. Instinctively, you sit up, your heart aching at the sight of him so troubled.

“Yuuta?” Your voice is soft, a whisper in the silence of the night. He looks up, eyes meeting yours, and the vulnerability in his gaze tugs at every crack and fissure of your heart.

He steps forward, closing the door behind him with a gentle click. You open your arms, an unspoken invitation, and he doesn’t hesitate. Yuuta crosses the room in a few quick strides, and then he’s in your arms, sinking into your embrace like a man starved for solace.

You pull him close, feeling the tension in his body begin to dissolve. Your fingers find their way into the midnight of his hair, brushing through the soft strands in a soothing rhythm. He sighs, a long exhale that seems to release some of the weight he’s been carrying.

“It’s okay,” you murmur, your voice a balm against his worries. “I’m here.”

Yuuta presses closer, burying his tired face in the crook of your neck. His breath is warm against your skin, and you can feel the slight tremble in his frame as he lets go of the last remnants of his unease. Your other hand rubs gentle circles on his back, as if every touch could melt and wash away his grief.

For a long moment, the world outside ceases to exist. It’s just the two of you, wrapped in a cocoon of shared warmth and unspoken understanding. The rhythm of your breaths syncs, you heart his heart beat and you are so happy to be his home.

Yuuta finally pulls back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. His expression is softer now, the lines of worry smoothed away by your touch. His blue eyes are clear, though still shadowed by the telltale signs of exhaustion. He reaches up, tracing a finger along your jawline, a tender gesture that makes your heart swell. You love him so very much.

“Thank you,” he whispers, his voice raw with emotion. “I needed this.”

You lean forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Always,” you reply, your lips brushing against his skin. “I’m always here for you.”

He smiles, a small but genuine curve of his lips, and it feels like the room gets a little brighter. You guide him down beside you, tucking him under the covers and wrapping him in the warmth of your embrace. His head rests on your chest, and you continue to run your fingers through his hair, each stroke a promise of your devotion.

As sleep begins to claim you both once more, you feel Yuuta relax completely, his breathing steady and calm. In the quiet of the night, with your lover held close, you find a sense of peace that makes everything else fade away. The worries of the world can wait until morning; for now, all that matters is this moment.

[dabislittlemouse]

ʚ DABI FLUFF ALPHABET ɞ

(A-Z)

Credits go to @snk-warriors for this cute idea. This one is totally fluff/sfw. Smut alphabet will come soon.

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Dabi loves going on walks with you, especially during the night. He loves to take you on empty peaceful places, like forests, beach, etc. Dabi also likes to stay home as well, watching movies as he rests his head on your thighs or your chest and eating snacks.

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/ o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

To him you’re a ray of sunshine in his life, your beautiful eyes shining whenever you see him is what he loves the most. Your eyes show a million emotions that you don’t always express in words, and that’s where he realizes how much he is loved by you.

He admires your strength, your recklessness, your braveness to take risks and not caring too much what happens or what other people think.

Dabi admires the way so many little things make you giddy; pretty flowers that you found in the park, a butterfly that you were trying to catch, silly trinkets that you got in some shop. He can’t understand why such simple things make you so excited overall, but he loves the way you smile and jump around whenever you get your hands on pretty stuff. It makes him want to spoil you a lot.

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Dabi will grab your face with both hands, get closer until your noses touch. “It’s okay baby, I’m here… shhh, you’re safe.. calm down love…take a deep breath”

He’ll hug you and make your head rest on his chest, he’ll encourage you to breathe in the same rythm as him, until you eventually calm down. He’ll place little kisses on your head and rub your back, if your hands are trembling he’ll grab them and squeeze them softly, letting you know that he’s here with you, he’ll keep you safe.

Dabi will hear you rant, will let you cry on his chest, will encourage you to let it all out, will try his best to understand you and make you feel better.

He actually gives some of the best advice ever and provides so much comfort for you. Chatting with him will make the burden on your chest feel less heavy.

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Assuming he’ll be alive until he sees that day, Dabi wants to be in a small house far, far away from the city, maybe in a forest, or some farm. Just you and him, together in your happy little home, a peaceful life that he has longed so much for.

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Dabi is mostly passive, he lets you decide where to go, what movies to watch, what activities to do for the day. He simply goes with everything you want to do, no complaints. Even the most boring thing ever seems fun to him when you’re around. He shuts his brain off and just lets you be.

If he sees you’re unsure on what to do, then he’ll be “in charge” of decisions, he’ll give ideas, opinions, until the both of you have come on one final decision.

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Dabi will forgive you, after a fight/arguements when you come apologize for the harsh tone you used when you were angry, he will forgive you, he won’t hold grudges against someone who he loves the most. He understands that you never mean to hurt him, and that’s what matters to him.

Getting into fights with Dabi would be rare, you go along so well with him that fights aren’t very common among you two. But if for some reason you end up fighting, the both of you will scream at each other, and I either see Dabi leaving the room and not coming back until midnight, or if you are the type who usually cries while being yelled at, he’ll feel extremely guilty and apologize over and over again while hugging you.

In the end you always talk things through and apologize deeply to each other, especially Dabi. Even in cases when he isn’t actually “guilty”, he still apologizes, because he doesn’t want to fight with you anymore.

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Dabi is beyond grateful that someone like you is in his life. He never thought that life would provide him happiness, but you are a beautiful gift that he always cherishes.

He is not the type to always express it with words, but the way he clings to you and is extremely touchy, so overprotective, the way his pupils dilate whenever he is talking to you.

There are some cases where he actually feels like expressing everything with words, and he always mentions how lucky he is to have you, how beautiful you are for him, that you’re an angel on this earth, whispers to never leave him alone.

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

The only secret Dabi hides at the beginning is his true identity. Once he trusts you, that won’t be a secret anymore.

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You for sure changed the way he views life. You are a walking proof to him that life can also be beautiful. His mood has gotten better with time and you helped him a lot through his mental struggles and depression. The League has noticed too that Dabi has been in a better mood and not always so stern or harsh towards others.

You helped him see that he is worthy, that he is strong and beautiful, that nobody else can dictate his worth, especially not that piece of trash called Endeavor. You were a major help to boost his confidence/ self esteem.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Dabi is extremely jealous and possessive. You better not be “too close and friendly” with Tomura. He’ll start to think that you finally got bored of him, that you’ll abandon him like everyone else did. Dabi tries to push away these thoughts, he trusts you and he knows that these thoughts only come from the dark places in his mind caused by his past trauma.

You know how a cat hisses and growls when you try to get close and catch their toy or whatever thing they have on their mouth? That’s how Dabi is like whenever some stranger talks to you or tries to get close to you. He’ll put his hand around your waist, bring you closer to him while giving a death stare to those people, scaring them off. Nobody dares to talk to you, let alone mess with you. They’re scared of Dabi, he won’t hesitate to show his possessiveness.

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Dabi is a very good kisser. He doesn’t have experience in the past, but with you suddenly his lips know the right way to dance with yours, like they’re made for yours. He also is a biter too, your lower lip will always be bleeding if he gets too rough.

Dabi loves deep sloppy kisses, with spit and tongue, loves to devour your mouth, literally eating your face.

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

It’s the hardest thing to do,, his hands might be trembling and he tries his best to keep calm. His heartbeats get faster and he feels an uncomfortable warmth on his chest, because spilling feelings isn’t an easy thing to do. His hand always scratches the back of his neck nervously.

“I guess I care about you too much, dipshit.. ” is something he’ll say while chuckling, making it known that he actually feels a lot for you and cares about you.

Those three words won’t be said at the beginning, don’t expect Dabi to actually understand that feeling very well so he decides to not use it first. He doesn’t want to put a label to his feelings, it makes him anxious.

Though he’ll definitely say them once some time has passed and he is more than sure that what he feels for you is love.

Marriage - Do they want to get married?How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He thinks labels are stupid, but sometimes he loves calling you his “little wife”, and he melts when you call him “husband”. It makes him feel so giddy, blushing and everything, he wants to throw up.

I imagine him proposing when he takes you out near the beach when the sun is slowly going down. He is so nervous, he is sure that you’ll say yes but still…

He’ll get you a Sapphire ring, fit for a princess like you.

He’ll go down on his knees, look up at you, kiss both of your hands, and then… don’t expect him to get a box out his pocket. He’ll keep the ring between his fingers like he’s holding a cigarette.

“Will ya marry me love? Be my pretty wife forever?”

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

Princess, love, baby, babygirl, doll, sweetheart, sugar.

Dipshit, silly, idiot, worm, little shit (affectionate)

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others?

Dabi is extremely obvious when he is in love. He’ll look only at you, smile only at you, is very touchy towards you, everyone can tell that he loves you.

Touch is his love language, it’s way better than words, sometimes words aren’t enough to express the way he feels about you.

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Dabi doesn’t brag, but he isn’t shy either. He’ll kiss you in front of everyone, keep you on his lap, hug you or tease you. He doesn’t give a shit.

But if only someone asks him about you though, he’ll brag about you like he married some queen. In fact, that’s what you are to him.

Quirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

WARMTH!!! His quirk is the best weapon against cramps when you’re on your period, he puts his hands on your lower belly, activates his quirk and makes you feel so relaxed.

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy?Cliché or rather creative?

Deep down Dabi is a hopeless romantic. If he loves you, he’ll do anything for you, from the most simple things to the most major ones. Flowers are too often, little gifts as well, whatever makes that smile appear on your face.

I see him expressing his feelings better when he writes. Dabi writes small love poems for you, sings or hums songs to you.

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Dabi is your number one supporter. He’ll do his best to make himself useful to you, to help you achieve your goals, even when you tell him not to.

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

From time to time Dabi might try new things, but overall he prefers a certain routine.

Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Dabi is very empathetic, he understands you (especially if you’ve gone through the same stuff as him).

Dabi knows you even more than you might know yourself sometimes, he helps you understand your own thoughts and feelings when everything becomes a mess.

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it's worth in comparison to other things in their life?

It’s the most important thing in his world. He considers it equal to his major goal in life to burn down hero society (maybe even more important than that). He knows that your relationship won’t mess with his goals, because you support him and will do everything to see him win.

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Dabi loves taking care of you, fixing your hair, dyeing it, doing random hairstyles. On a casual day if his hands aren’t around your body, they’ll be on your hair, casually playing with them as you’re talking to other League members and not paying attention.

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Very affectionate. The best cuddler is Dabi. It’s his favorite activity to do with you, he needs some soft moments in his life.

He kisses you a lot, he will suffocate you, because he loves you too much.

Yearning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

Dabi will text you all the time, or facetime you. Look at your pics/ videos, smell your clothes, sleep on them. He feels empty inside, he just can’t stay away from you!

Zeal - Are they willing to go to great length for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Yes. He’ll go as far as burning people to death and destroying everything that threatened the peace in your relationship.

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[byizoyas]

sfw ; alhaitham x gn!reader. coffee shop au | alhaitham might be down bad for reader

you look at your left then at your right. few customers are still here; some are talking together and you spot him. he is sitting all alone, a cup of coffee in front of him, one that you brought to him earlier and it seems that he didn’t touch it.

you meet lots of people in one day, serving them and of course you cannot remember every person you hold a casual conversation with.

but him. he is one of a kind you cannot forget. you wouldn’t dare. and you genuinely can’t.

he’s got you obsessed lately because yes, he’s been passing by quite often actually so no wonder you remember him so well.

and well, his appearance is quite unique too. his voice is low in your memories and he always sits on the same spot of the room. next to the bay windows but still away from the front door. since your shift is almost over, and your colleagues all left early, you’re on your own with the few seven people remaining.

you look at them. the atmosphere is super peaceful. everyone is chilling. and that guy; he’s reading the same book over again. he doesn’t even look back at you after you announce the closure is approaching.

but you don’t mind. he seems busy; and focused and well, that makes him attractive to you.

you shake your head, quick to forget about that and instead go to put the chairs on the tables so it’s easier to clean the floors later.

that was one of the reasons you hated so much to do the shutdown but you had no choice.

you look at the watch on your wrist. it’s officially time to close. you stop yourself for a minute.

the customer is still here. you can see his ashes hair from behind the counter. he’s away and you don’t particularly like to speak loud, so you go towards him to inform him that he’s going to have to leave.

‘sir.’ you say. he does not turn around, which you find a bit rude at first so you insist. after a few seconds of being ignored, you eventually lose patience and tap on his shoulder gently, a smile on your lips so you seem less intrusive.

he turns around, taking off an earphone. ‘mh ? what is it ?’

his voice is calm. and low, making him sound super serious. but not only that, his whole routine and habits were kinda giving you the hint so in the end, you’re not really surprised.

your smile grows larger as you tell him to leave. you wouldn’t want to sound rude; it wasn’t your first shutdown where people had stayed so late, but it was a first time talking to him despite him spending so much time here.

‘i see. thank you for the coffee.’ he says, and it almost sounds ironic since he absolutely did not drink a single drop of it. and you can tell by the motif you’ve drawn that is still quite in place.

‘is there something wrong ?�� he asks, looking at you, whose eyes are glued to the full cup resting on the wooden table.

‘no aha, it’s alright, have a nice day sir.’ you reply, walking away towards the kitchen to grab the groom and start with your cleaning task.

he looks at you walking away, his closed book in hand and his jacket in the other.

‘it’s midnight though.’

to that you giggle. spending the day wishing every single customer a lovely day made it become automatic. you rub your face, passing your fingers through your hair.

‘indeed. good night then, sir.’

you’re not sure, but you can almost swear you’ve seen a smile forming on his lips as he speaks again.

‘alhaitham.’

‘mh ?’

he crossed his arms against his visibly muscular chest, blinking a few times. ‘it is my name. since i know yours, you should know mine.’

his remarks make some sense indeed. and you can’t tell if the lack of sleep is the reason you’re confused but you genuinely ask yourself how the hell he could know your names; and you can’t help but asking him.

to your question he only giggles, a slightly mocking smile appears on his usually very composed face.

‘it is written. y/n.’ he points your apron to which a small etiquette with your name is sticked to it.

you rub your face with your two hands, letting go of the broom by the way and the whole scene is embarrassing for you, yet as much as it is, you feel good. tired perhaps. but it is as if the person beside you could see through you and make you feel at ease.

he laughs a bit too and helps you moving a few chairs over the tables. as a customer he’s not supposed to do this, but it was so kind of him you didn’t have the heart to decline his help when he offered it.

‘well, i’m done. goodnight y/n.’

‘good night alhaitham.’

you look at him walking away, biting your lip because you crave to ask if he will be back tomorrow. the moment you just shared was nothing exceptional. but something happened. something that made you want to seek more of him.

‘will i see you tomorrow ?’ you ask him just as he’s about to open the door and take his leave.

you’re surprised at your own boldness. but you have nothing to lose, right ? then why would you stop yourself from asking.

‘who knows ? i don’t particularly like the coffee here.’ he waves goodbye, closing the door behind him, wishing you luck with the end of your shift. and just like that he’s gone, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

because if he didn’t like your coffee; what reason did he have for coming here everyday ?

[221bshrlocked]

Finding the Heavens

Pairings: Captain Rex x afab!Reader

Words: 1725

Warnings: Brief talk of war casualties. Indirect love confessions. One very soft kiss.

Summary: Rex finds you meditating after a particularly harsh day on the battlefield. A small misunderstanding leads to big realizations.

A/N: This is for @cloneficgiftexchange ClonexReader Comment Swap. I realized the only Rex fic I have is hella NSFW so here is my SFW admission. I hope you guys like this. It's just a little bit angsty because you know, wars, but it's fluffy in it's own little way. Comments are always appreciated.

It was becoming difficult, the repetitiveness of leaving the Temple for rotations on end, and going on outrageously weary missions as if you were made for war and not peace. You laugh at the absurdity of it all, but the chuckle quickly turns in a deep sigh as your naivety settles in, and you realize that your excitement for being knighted was misplaced. Completely and utterly misplaced. It was never about peace, but the justification of inherently hopeless actions. 

You wipe your face with a wet towel, looking up and studying the field in front of you littered with nothing but pain and suffering. As you take in the stench of death, you hear the faint voice of the 501st Captain speak through the comms, signaling everyone to return to camp for the night. You were never meant to spend more than fortnight on this maker-forsaken planet, but things prolonged far beyond your control and the Council decided it was best you remain where you are in case Dooku’s minions returned for what belonged to them. His voice rings across the several troopers surrounding you, and you nod at them when they turn around and wait for you to move ahead of them. 

As you make your way back to the campsite, you try to alleviate the sadness enveloping the men walking with you, cracking jokes and doing your best to discuss anything but the war. It proved easier than usual, and you figured it was probably because of the trooper’s need to forget about their place in this galaxy. When you finally make it back to the others, you watch as they each let the reality of the situation kick in, mourning those they will never see again and wondering who was next. 

Not wanting to push your luck with them, you bid them a good night and head towards the edge of the camp to keep the first watch. A few men wave at you as you pass by them, and you do your best to smile back, allowing the faint gratitude to wash over you. When you reach your position, you throw the hood of your cloak over your head, tightening it around your body until you are somewhat warm. The sounds of the men carry over the campsite, calming you down enough to finally meditate. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but you knew it had to do with the return back to Coruscant. You could only hope there was time off ahead of you, not because you were extremely fatigued from battle, but mostly because of the psychological effects you knew the men were suffering from. 

Especially the Captain. 

“You were distracted out there.” The voice of none other than the man you found yourself thinking too often lately breaks the silence of your space, and you crack a smile before continuing to regulate your breathing. When Rex turns to face and sees what you’re doing, he stops in his tracks and apologizes profusely, afraid that he’s crossed the invisible boundaries that have always existed between the Clones and the Jedi. 

“Captain, please. There’s no need to apologize, I was only de-stressing. Nothing particularly important.” You take in one last deep breath before relaxing your whole body, allowing your limbs to fall off the giant rock you’re sitting on until your muscles stretch. 

“I can come back later.” Rex avoids your eyes, knowing he might give himself away if he were to look at you once you agree. 

“You can stay as well.” The response shocks him into looking up at you, and when he finds your features missing that soft smile he’s grown so fond of, he tries his best to calm his heart, afraid of what he might say should you sense his unease. 

“Please…stay.” 

He makes up his mind then and there, quietly nodding at you before setting his helmet aside and taking a seat beside you. His thigh touches your leg, and he looks down immediately, wondering how it was possible for him to feel heat course below his skin when there were so many layers separating the both of you. 

Neither of you say anything, choosing to marvel at the scenery overtaking your sight. A cool wind passes through the trees and sends a shiver down your spine, making you grow closer to the Captain unintentionally. If Rex notices you leaning into his space a little more than professionally appropriate, he says nothing of it, smirking at the prospect of being a safe space for you. 

The trees rustle all around you, making you wish you weren’t out in the middle of nowhere and instead back in your room at the Temple. The thought randomly reminds you of Rex’s previous words, and you reluctantly turn to face him before you speak. 

“Forgive me.”

The sentiment pulls Rex’s eyes to your expression, and he tilts his head to the side in confusion at the soft outburst. 

“G-General?” He doesn’t know what you’re referring to, and he hates to think that he may have led you into thinking that you need to apologize to him. 

“You’re right. I was distracted out there, as much as I tried not to be…I- I should be better, not for my sake but for yours, and the other men.” You swallow the lump in your throat, allowing your eyes to roam down at the lightsaber on your belt. It feels like a massive weight is bringing you down, and you hate that it’s your weapon bringing your attention to said feelings. The last thing you want is for anyone to blame you for the deaths of your friends, and your heart skips a beat at the prospect of Rex thinking such a thing.

“General, you misunderstand me.”

It’s your turn to be taken aback by his response, and you shift your attention from your weapon to Rex’s eyes, wanting to be sure that you heard him correctly. 

“I may be out of line here, but I- I meant to…I was afraid of your distraction, not because you could have done better, but because it put you in danger.” You furrow your eyebrows at him, unsure of whether he was saying what you thought he was.

“I saw you, from across the battlefield, and it terrified me seeing you so indifferent, so unconcerned with your safety.” Rex is ringing his fingers, knowing that he was crossing a line that will most likely make you refuse to work with him again. Although it would pain him to never see you on a daily basis, he was confident he would lose his mind if he didn’t voice his concerns to you, especially now. 

“Maker, you terrified me.” His voice shakes, the sound shooting straight to your chest and clasping onto your heart instantly. You stare at him with wide eyes, incapable of blinking out of fear of missing something, anything that would let you know he was only saying such things because he was your General and not because you meant more for him.

As you take in the reluctance and pain etched on his soft features, you can’t help but admire him even more, marveling at how beautiful he looks even when he was clearly uncomfortable beyond measure. 

When a few moments pass by and you remain silent, Rex swallows nervously and finally turns away from you, unable to maintain any eye contact with you now that he is positive his feelings aren’t reciprocated. 

Against your better judgment, you reach down and trail your index finger along the back of his hand to his wrist, waiting until the gesture settles in his mind before finally breaking the unbearable silence. 

“You look handsome in the moonlight.” You whisper to him, smiling softly when his head shoots straight up from your hands to your eyes. You can tell the sentiment is unexpected, and you wish with all your heart that he knew how much you long for him, how you dreamt of him every night ever since you met him all those months ago. 

“Then again, you always look handsome.” You chuckle to break the growing silence, praying to the Force that he found it in his heart to believe your words. 

“Mesh’la,” Rex’s voice come out hoarse, and you barely have any time to react to the word before he’s standing up and moving in front of you, completely shielding you from the rough night ahead

“Rex.” His name on your lips is all it takes for the two of you to accept the shift in your relationship, and without caring for any of the men walking around the camp behind you, Rex cups your neck and glances quickly to your lips, waiting until you reach for him in return before leaning down and molding his mouth with your own. The kiss is chaste, and you feel your tears fall down your cheeks when he steps even closer to you and wraps his arms around your back. The embrace is uncomfortable but neither of you care for the layers preventing you from truly touching each other. All your focus is on the warmth passing between the both of you, the touch allowing you to forget the tragic reality you’re in if only for a moment. 

When you do finally pull away, it is because Rex has tasted the salt of your tears, and wants to wipe them from your skin. His thumb is rough on your cheek, but you lean into the warmth his palms exude as they hold your face and dry them. You turn to the side a little and kiss his wrist, relishing the new-found comfort he was bestowing on you. 

“I’m here cyare, I’m here.” Rex rests his forehead against your own, smiling to himself when he feels you completely melt into his arms. You can tell he needs this just as much as you, and when you’ve taken everything you’ve been desperately craving for from the hug, you push away from him and bite your lip just as you look up into his hazel eyes, the ones you’ve looked for in everyone you’ve spoken with since the fateful day of your introduction. 

Somehow, as impossible as it was to liken the colors, they reminded you of the heavens just after sunset. 

“So am I Rex, so am I.”

[jillsandwhichs]

Valenfield Oneshots/AU's Collection, Chapter 1, Cooking a dinner for her

Masterlist

Pairing: Jill Valentine & Chris Redfield

Summary: Chris takes notice of Jills stress & laziness and decides to cook her a dinner

Status of their relationship in this oneshot: Married

WC: 1.6k

Type: Sfw

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Thank you

Jill was immersed into her book, loving it so far. Jill had always been a big reader, it brings her calmness and peace, it definitely helps, especially with what her job is.

Currently, she's reading a thriller, it has to be her preferred genre. The adrenaline and suspension of it makes her feel more alive and she enjoys the obvious thrill it gives to her.

With Jill being so into her book, she didn't realize what Chris was doing until she heard a loud thud that caused her to jump and feel her heart pound within her chest.

In her head, she knew she only got that scared because of the book she was reading. Being that into the book, then hearing a odd noise, it was bound to occur.

"Sorry hun, that was me." Chris shouted from another room. Jill sighed in relief and gave out a annoyed scoff, "What was it?" She shouted back. "Nothing, just... I dropped something. Get back to reading." Chris replied. Jill thought nothing of his response, going back to her book.

A couple minutes later, Jill heard another loud noise and now she was irritated. What was Chris doing? Trying to annoy her? Well, probably, that's a dumb question. Chris is a little shit sometimes.

Jill annoyingly tossed her book on the end of the couch, standing up and stretching a bit. Her foot felt like pins and needles from the way she was sitting, it almost hurt to walk.

She made her way to the kitchen, where she presumed Chris was. "Why can't you just be careful and stop making noi-" Jill was cut off by the sight she seen.

Chris was standing in front of the oven, focused on whatever it was he was doing. Some classical music was on in the background, very quietly though.

"Since when do you cook?" Jill questioned with a chuckle, also a scoff. "Since I've noticed you've been stressed." Chris turned around, his soft and gentle stare focused on Jill and her beautiful face.

"What do you mean?" Jill asked, putting her hands on her hips, walking closer towards him. "What're you even making?" She asked, her tone sweet and remaining calm.

"Chicken Parm and Spaghetti." Chris smiled as he spoke, clearly proud of his doing.

Jill walked out here, planning to get on Chris for being obnoxious but the entire time, he was doing this for her. She couldn't help but blush a bit and feel grateful for him, he was an amazing husband.

"You know I love Chicken Parm." She said quietly with a adorable little half smile. "I do." He said quietly, kissing her head before turning back to the oven, stirring the noodles in the pot.

"Do you want any help?" She asked politely, wanting to seem useful. "Wanna know how you can help?" Chris asked, a little grin forming on his face. "You can go back to the couch, read your little book, and wait till I bring dinner out to you." He spoke, a chuckle coming out of his mouth.

Jill playfully rolled her eyes and slapped his bulky forearm. "Baby, seriously, how can I help you?" "Literally by what I just said... Let me do this for you." Chris said, pleading a bit. Jill just stood there in annoyance before inevitably agreeing, heading back to the living room.

Sitting back down onto the couch, getting comfy again and going back to reading. Her eyes felt a bit heavy, but that was also the usual for her. With all the work she's constantly putting up with, she's always bound to being beyond exhausted.

Her vision felt a bit blurry as she attempted to focus on the words, but time after time, she read slower and slower. Eventually, Jill couldn't help but close her eyes, laying her head upon the small pillow.

Jill fell asleep and couldn't even stop herself.

-

Chris called out Jill's name a few times, expecting her to walk on out with a smile. That dream was crushed when she didn't. He assumed she was being an ass, and just not listening to him.

He stepped down the ledge that lead into the living room and looked over to the couch. "C'mon Jill, I made your fo-" He stopped speaking and looked down. Did she actually just fall asleep?

Smirking to himself, he sat on the couch, glancing down at her. "Honey?" Chris said in a calming voice. "Wake up baby." He said again.

Jill wouldn't budge, Chris never understood how she was such a heavy sleeper. Chris sighed, getting disappointed that she wouldn't even open an eye.

"I finished dinner, let's go eat." Chris spoke again, which finally caused her to awaken. "I'm sorry.." Jill said tiredly. Chris snickered and rubbed Jill's back softly. "Don't apologize, this is exactly why I cooked tonight. You've been so stressed and drained, its about time I take care of you. Like a good husband should." He spoke with a happy tone.

Jill's tired eyes focused on his handsome face, she couldn't help but smile a little. "Thank you." She said softly. Chris just nodded. "Let me go make your plate. Don't fall asleep, okay?" He said in a playfully stern tone. "Yes sir." Jill said back.

Walking back to the kitchen, Chris placed a scoop of the spaghetti onto Jill's plate. Then, used tongs to grab the chicken breast, setting it beside her noodles. Chris tried very hard on this dinner tonight so he could only pray to the God's above that this meal would appease Jill. She was quite picky.

Chris grabbed his plate next, holding them both in opposite hands as he strolled out to the living room. Jill was sitting upright on the couch, showing she surprisingly didn't fall back asleep. When Jill was genuinely tired, she would instantly fall back into a rest if she woke up.

"Here baby." Chris said with a small grunt, placing the plate into Jill's lap. Jill had the cutest grin as she looked at the food. "Damn... Looks better than mine. She admitted. "Gordon Ramsey has competition." Chris joked. Jill smiled at him and instantly ate a bite of the chicken.

Although, Chris did not expect that. He thought she'd wait a second but this girl wasted no time trying the food he cooked. Chris stared at her as she chewed the chicken, hoping she liked it. Jill slowly turned her head to Chris and couldn't help not containing her giggles. "It's great babe." She spoke with a laugh.

"You're a dork." Chris chortled.

For a couple minutes, they just ate in silence. You know it's good when that happens because most of the time, the two can't stop talking while eating. Chris looked over at Jill, admiring her.

Jill caught onto the fact Chris was staring at her and she felt a little embarrassed. Even though her and Chris had been married for a good bit now, he could still make her nervous and shy. He was so good at it too.

"What?" She said with a chuckle. "Nothing..." Chris smirked, slurping some of the noodles. Despite Jill questioning him, he didn't look away from her.

"Quit it." Jill said sternly, her voice sounding a bit shy. "What?" Chris said, acting surprised by her shouting. "Why are you staring at me?" She giggled. "Can I not look at my own wife?" "No, you can't." She snorted and Chris just put his hands up, "My bad." He grinned.

Soon, they both finished their dinner. Jill went to grab Chris's plate, wanting to go catch up on doing some dishes but Chris gripped her wrist. Not in an aggressive way, of course, just enough to get the obvious point across. That point being that he wanted to take of the plates.

"Baby..." Jill said with vexation. "Jill, quit trying to do everything. For just today, yeah?" Chris said oppressively. Jill threw her head back and groaned out, clearly upset, she just wanted to help. "Fine. You're lucky I love you." She said annoyed.

Chris laughed in victory, grabbing the two plates off the coffee table.

Following behind Chris, Jill beamed to herself. As much as she acted like she wanted to help, she wanted Chris to do the work. Well not always, but right now, she really was in acceptance of his sudden want for taking care of things.

Jill sat at the counter, lounging on the barstool. She watched as Chris cleansed the dishes. The sound of the sink pouring water out of its spout was oddly peaceful. That peaceful noise, although, was stopped when Chris turned it off, twisting the nozzle. Chris turned around to face Jill, his hands resting on the counter directly behind him.

"Come here." Chris said in a lovey tone. Jills eyebrows scrunched but she obeyed. She stepped over to him, looking up into his eyes. He was a bit taller than her but secretly, they both favored it that way.

"Yes?" She said, trying not the laugh. Not that the situation was awkward but Jill didn't quite grasp why Chris told her to come to him.

Chris sighed softly and placed his two rough feeling hands along both of her cheeks, turning her face a bit more upwards.

Leaning down, Chris placed his chapped lips onto Jill's softer lips. The feeling was exlierating. Chris breathed out cooly, clearly feeling safe next to her. Jill placed her gentle hands on the back of his head, pulling him a bit closer as they kissed one another.

They both pulled away after a minute or so and just relished in the sight of stating at each other. "I love you." Chris said lovingly. "And I love you." Jill replied, caressing the side of his face with her thumb.

Divider Creds to: mewryn

[deathbxnny]

☆《Voicelines about their S/O's!》☆

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A/N: This is another request brought to you by the Yanqing Anon! I hope you guys like it!<33

Featured characters: Yanqing, Arlan, Dan Heng

Content: Established relationship, fluff, jealousy, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Sorry for any mistakes!))

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》Yanqing

◇What he thinks of them:

"Oh? My lover? What I think of them? Haha, they are all I think about! They are always so kind and gentle, beautiful and delicate like the finest feathers of a crane... Ah, I should maybe stop there, before I talk your ear off about them!"

◇Jealousy:

"Hm? Oh sorry... is it really that noticeable that I'm angry...? Ah well... someone tried stealing my cranes attention today and I didn't really like that... if I'm Jealous...? I suppose I am... But who can blame me? That's my s/o after all. Their attention should only be mine during our alone time together ofcourse!"

◇Priorities:

"My first priority in an emergency situation is definitely getting my s/o to safety. Only then can I fight and focus in peace. Their safety calms my mind and soul, it's what I train so hard for too. As long as they are safe, I'm at peace."

◇Free Time:

"I spend all of my free time with my little crane, ofcourse! We usually go to the market to spend time together... or maybe we take naps under the shade of a tree in the warm sun. Ah, I hope, that my master will give me some time off again soon!"

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》Arlan

◇What he thinks of them:

"Oh well, I think they are kind and intelligent... I can always count on them to have my back, even on the most stressful days... I really don't know what I'd do without them here, that's for sure."

◇Jealousy:

"Huh? Oh... I'm not sick, why? My face is red? Ah, I'm just angry at something... some guy tried to talk to my s/o right infront of me! And everyone knows that we are together too- J-Jealous...? ... Maybe I am... but don't tell anyone that. It would be unprofessional of me to be on the job... right?"

◇ Priorities:

"As the head of the security department, the safety of everyone on the Spacestation is my responsibility. The first person I make sure gets to safety is definitely my s/o though... I couldn't live with myself, if something happened to them..."

◇Free time:

"I'm always busy somehow, so free time is quite rare and usually kinda comes in the form of taking care of Peppy. But my s/o usually joins me during those times and we spend all of my free time together then... With Peppy, ofcourse."

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》Dan Heng

◇What he thinks of them:

"Why do you want to know that? Just curious...? Hm, well, I suppose they are intelligent and kind... I think very highly of them and respect them greatly... that's all you have to know."

◇Jealousy:

"What is it? I look... angry? I just... didn't like how close that person was to them. Jealous? Me? No, surely not. They just better stay away from them... I'm not jealous-"

◇Priorities:

"Ofcourse, in battle, they will be the first person I protect, naturally. They are my lover after all. I won't let a scratch get on them either... Cute...? It's only fair, for all they've done for me."

◇Free Time:

"Most of my freetime on the Express is spent with them in the Archive room ofcourse. We usually organise everything and sort new information into the databanks... it might sound like work, but with them, it's relaxing and comforting to me... That's why I hope this mission ends soon."

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A/N: Thank you so much for the request again, dear Yanqing Anon! I'm sorry if some of the lines were ooc! I did my best, so I hope you guys like it!<33

[darkeraurora]

Admissions - Chapter 5

A little filler and fluff before time to start unpacking all the trauma.

Minors DNI

Dark eyes cracked open at the sensation of a light tug on his shirt.

Looking down, Ghost’s gaze landed on the small figure curled around him, head tucked into the crook of his shoulder and a leg wrapped around one of his. Soundly sleeping as though she was in the safest place in the world.

The most precious sight he had ever seen.

Price had been right, fucking dammit. Ghost hated it when that happened. In the field it wasn’t so bad – good even, sometimes – but when it came to his personal life the Brit didn’t like it at all and planned to mentally sulk about it for the next several months.

But there truly wasn’t any better feeling than having the woman you love in your arms. For so long he had been imagining holding Sereza against his chest like this and now, by some stroke of luck, here she was. In his bed, sleeping against him with her hand gently clinging to the fabric of his shirt. Simon honestly felt wholly at peace for the first time in his life.

The one person he’d ever had feelings for was now his.

But now what?

What came next?

What was she expecting from him? Did she want tender lovey-dovey things or sappy romantic words? Ghost wasn’t sure he could manage those. The guys were always buying gifts for their girls, should he? Did she want that? Or not want that? And where the hell would he even go to buy flowers in the first place? That was something you gave women, wasn't it? He wasn’t a romantic man at all and had no idea how to be. Maybe he could pick up some tips by listening to the rest of the guys since they wouldn’t shut up about the time they spent with their girlfriends and –

HOLY FUCK.

Simon’s eyes flew wide open, darting around the room as fast as his thoughts came through his head. Did he have a girlfriend now? They hadn’t exactly covered that last night, was that what Sereza saw herself as? Did she even want to be his girlfriend? Or did he have to officially ask her first? As his girlfriend, was she going to want… more intimate things? Would she want to touch him? Or him to touch her? Touch her how? Was she expecting sex from him? Not that he wasn’t interested or didn’t want to… Certainly wasn’t that. He very much wanted to actually… but–

Ghost took a deep breath.

He needed to calm down. They had just admitted their feelings to each other last night for fuck’s sake; he was getting very far ahead of himself. His lust didn’t seem to fucking care though.

Another deep breath, exhaling slowly.

His sleeping beauty shifted; her leg brushing lightly against his morning erection, making his cock throb and his sac tighten. Ghost tensed, pushing his head back against the pillow at the pleasurable feeling. Fortunately she quickly stilled again. Good. That gave him a moment to get control of himself.

With his free hand, he carefully swept a curl from her forehead and tucked it behind her ear before his fingers went to her shoulder and grazed down the length of her arm to envelop her hand within his. Leaning his head forward ever so slightly to press his lips to the top of her head, letting his kiss linger a moment and closing his eyes in contentment. Never in his life would he have imagined she - or anyone for that matter - would have accepted to be his. To be with someone like him. Yet here she was and he planned to cherish whatever time he could have with her. 

He'd never known such peace. 

How do you do this, my little one?  Simon wondered to himself. 

Ghost closed his eyes as he rested his head on top of hers again and drifted back off to sleep.

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Soft fingers brushing along the side of his uncovered face woke Simon again sometime later. Bright amber eyes staring back at him took his breath away.

“You kept it off,” Sereza observed. 

“Yeah,” Ghost murmured, voice rougher than usual with sleep, eyes roaming over the face of his love.

“Hi,” she sighed with an ethereal smile, as though properly meeting him for the first time - which he supposed she was, in a sense.

“Hi,” Simon chuckled, leaning up to kiss her.

Sereza met him and took his lips gladly. Simon grasped the back of her head to deepen it, causing her to let out a sensual moan. Ghost rolled them over without really thinking about what he was doing, consumed by just the feel of her. Only when he found himself with his arms between her back and the mattress did he realize the position they were in. Practically the same as his fantasy on the roof where he had her naked underneath him.

He froze.

“Simon? You good?” Sereza called to him, blessedly oblivious to his inner thoughts. Or at least he hoped she was. 

“Uh, yeah,” he fibbed... sort of... and gave her another kiss to reassure her. “I’m fine. More than fine.” 

Sereza watched an array of thoughts and emotions cross his face before they settled into contentment. Her hands glided over scar-torn biceps and up into his sleeves to his shoulders. “Your arms are amazing.” Her chin tilted upward, demanding another kiss from him, which he was only too happy to provide. “I love you Simon.”

Ghost grinned at her sweet words. He appreciated the compliment, even if it made him feel a little –

What in the fuck- was he feeling bashful?!

He mentally frowned at himself and shoved that feeling away in a hurry.

“You’re amazing and I love you even more.”

Sereza’s eyes widened at the challenge. “Excuse me, Lieutenant! I will have you know that I love you more!”

He defiantly shook his head and rolled his eyes, playfully putting on his best haughty British expression. “Don’t think so.”

“I love you more. Times infinity. I win.” She gave him the tiniest, quickest peck on the tip of his nose before flashing a self-satisfied victorious smile.

Simon narrowed his eyes. “It seems I'll need to change tactics.” Dipping his head down, he rained small kisses all over her cheeks, jawline, and neck, seemingly bent on kissing her into submission and sending her into fits of giggles.

This was so childish but neither of them cared much. For Simon, it felt good to enjoy such an innocently silly moment like this. It wasn't like he'd been able to have these juvenile back-and-forth moments when he was growing up. It felt a little like she was giving the neglected child in him a little treasure he'd been missing. 

Having kissed Sereza within an inch of her life, Ghost lifted his head from her and looked down at her sparkling eyes, unaware of the smile spreading over his face. 

Sereza cradled his cheek in her palm. "You look happy," she whispered.

Ghost turned and kissed the inside of her wrist. I am for once. Very happy. All because of you.

They both stayed in their own little world until the ruckus of others out in the corridor told them it was breakfast time.

Neither wanted to leave or see this moment they were having together end, but their bodies demanded food. Sereza was sure Simon’s stomach was demanding quite a bit louder than hers was since he hadn’t left his room in two days – something she planned to fix today.

“I have an idea,” she started, making Ghost slightly raise a curious eyebrow.

Ohhh me too, Love. He thought to himself before mentally shaking his head at the intrusive thought. He really needed to get control of his lust. He blinked a few times as he returned his attention to the woman under him.

“Let’s eat in here, yeah? I can go get our plates and you can get a quick shower before I get back. How does that sound?”

“Alright,” he quickly agreed, moving so Sereza could get up. He did feel pretty rank after not really taking care of himself the past few days and was sure she would prefer that he didn’t stink.

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Down in the mess hall the rest of the 141 began to meander lazily into the room. Soap looked around for a moment before he huffed in disappointment when there was no sign of a towering skull balaclava anywhere. However, a certain young lady caught his eye who, he just happened to notice, was leaving the hall with two trays balanced in her hands. One breakfast tray loaded with substantially more food than the other. Far more than a little thing like her would be able to eat in one meal.  He nudged Gaz with his elbow. 

“Good morning, boys,” she greeted sweetly, sliding between them as Gaz held the door open for her.

“Morning' Lass! My that’s quite a helpin’ ye' have there!” Soap greeted. He doubted that she could even eat all of that in an entire day. How very interesting, he thought to himself.

Sereza just smiled happily back at him without any sort of an explanation. Soap watched her walk off toward the elevators. Very, very interesting.

Just then Price walked through the doors, the older man looking around just as Soap had. "Still no?" he asked.

"No sir, but we got something better for ya'," Soap answered as Gaz leaned over to whisper in Price's ear.

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Later that afternoon Sereza had succeeded in prying Ghost from his man cave. A word that earned her quite an exaggerated groan before he grunted at her to speak English. They walked together along the roof in the fading afternoon sun. Not a cloud in the sky and the arctic winds were relatively calm today. A perfect day to drag the brooding Brit out for some sunshine.

“Ghost? There’s something I want to ask you.”

“If it has any more of your nonsense words then I’m not answering,” he groused.

Sereza giggled at his moodiness. “Don’t worry, I’ll speak English.”

“Good.”

“…For now.” She shot a sinister smile in his direction. The skull moaned miserably. Sereza dropped all of her silliness and adopted a serious tone. “When did you realize you loved me?”

Bloody hell. Simon sighed and turned his masked face away. 

“I’m just curious. Please tell me? I’ll tell you next if you want.”

He supposed that was fair, and he was actually curious himself about what in the world he did that made Sereza fall in love with him, of all people. Personally he had no idea. 

“This is going to sound stupid,” he warned. “The day we arrived here, and you threw that fucking wanker out-”

“I’m still mad about that by the way.”

“I’m sure you are, but while I watched you get us sorted… I couldn’t stop looking at you. I could barely pay attention to anything because I was already in love with you. Though I admit I didn’t know it at the time. It took bloody Price getting on my arse one night in the gym for me to realize it. So, yeah, that’s it. Sorry it isn’t more romantic.”

“I don’t see any reason to apologize, I think it’s sweet. Very sweet. And I think you’re also very sweet,” she bumped his arm with her shoulder.

“Quit that. I’m not sweet,” Ghost muttered as he gently bumped her shoulder back.

“You are tooooo.”

“You’re taking the piss.”

“Speak English,” she grumbled in an unnaturally deep tone Ghost knew was meant to be an impression of him.

Simon forced a change of subject. “Right then. Your turn, Peanut.”

“Well – I didn’t realize that I was in love with you right away either. It took me a little time to figure it out too. You were in my head all of the time and I caught myself looking for you everywhere I went. Whether I needed you for something or not, I just found myself wanting to be where you were, and I wasn’t happy otherwise. And then one day it just dawned on me and... it was like I’d always known that I loved you. So yeah, it wasn’t anything you did exactly, but... from the very first day...it was just… just you. You being you.”

Ghost looked around and behind them. Seeing they were alone, he pulled off his mask before yanking Sereza to him and capturing her lips in an ardent kiss.

For all of his life growing up he’d been told how much of a burden he was and how disappointed his father was in him, oftentimes for just simply existing. Then he was betrayed and taken prisoner, which left him with much deeper scars than just the physical ones that marred him. He’d shut himself off from the unrelenting stares and the whispers and the world’s cruel nature long ago.

Sereza was somehow able to see him underneath all of the layers he wore to protect himself. For whatever reason she saw him and found him worthy of being loved and accepted just as he was.

It was the single most astounding and loving thing he’d ever known in his life.

Her fingers combed through his sandy hair and down the nape of his neck, sending pleasant tingles down his back, and pressed her body flush against his. Ghost broke their kiss before the feeling of her could wake up the more primal parts of his mind. Also, if things between them were going to go further, they needed to have a talk first.

Sereza hummed as their kiss came to an end. “Mmm, I love kissing you. I used to wonder what it would be like.”

He smiled down at her before kissing her forehead and sliding his mask back into place. “I want to ask you something,” he cleared his throat nervously.

“Yeah?”

“What would you consider us to be? I know it hasn’t been very long... uh, at all... since we found out we love each other, but I was just wondering… what are we to you?” he asked her with a hint of nervousness. “I want us to be on the same page before we continue this. What am I to you?”

“As in, what would I call us?” Ghost nodded back to her. Sereza grinned at the barely perceptible anticipation in those midnight eyes of his. “I think that… we’re two halves of a whole - a team, here to take care of each other. What do you see us as?”

Two halves of a whole, he repeated in his mind. Each of them incomplete without the other. It was perfect.

He combed his fingers through her waves, “Exactly the same.” Sereza smiled at his response and leaned onto him, just before she could roll up his mask to kiss him–

“Hahh-HAAA!!! That’s my boy!!!” an unmistakable voice bellowed from off to the side somewhere.

Fucking HELL.

Price and Soap casually strolled over wearing the dopiest grins Ghost had ever seen on another person’s face with Gaz trailing behind them. Price laughed and applauded his lieutenant unnecessarily loudly. Once close enough he gave Ghost a stinging slap on his shoulder. “About bloody time, son!!”

Simon winced at the sheer volume of Price’s voice. His little one though was looking amused and trying to hide her giggle with her gloved hand. As long as you’re happy, Love.

The Captain walked past Ghost and enthusiastically embraced Sereza. “Congratulations to both of you!" He plopped her back down on her feet. Why was this man so excited? Ghost silently prayed Price didn't come looking for a hug from him next.

Johnny had to give his two cents, "He's had it bad for ya’ for a long time Lass. Proper lovesick, he's been. If he gives ye’ trouble let us know, alright? We’ll straighten ‘im out.”

The Brit shot an apologetic glance at Sereza. He was flushing furiously underneath his mask at their words and was milliseconds away from punching one or both of them, consequences be damned. Gaz at least just stood there and kept quiet, so Ghost felt that he could probably let Gaz off.

Luckily for them, Sereza intervened before Simon actually hit anyone. “Ghost isn’t trouble at all. I find him to be perfectly enjoyable.”

Dammit he was blushing again. Ghost just knew he was the shade of a lobster with the way he could feel his ears burning. Simon kept his face angled enough so the others wouldn’t see it creeping up under his eyes – he hoped. He’d never live it down if they did.

“Seriously?!” Soap exclaimed.

“Seriously. Zero trouble,” she confirmed.

“LT what the hell?! Why ye’ holding back on your lady? She deserves to know what a right prick ya' can be too!” The sergeant practically whined in that absurdly high pitch he could reach. “I swear Lass, this bloke is the grumpiest wanker there e’er was. You’ll see,” Soap warned. “Glad he’s bloody mindin’ his manners for his lady though. So far.”

The skull growled menacingly, making clear that he'd had quite enough of their teasing.

“Oookay, and with that,” Price took hold of Soap’s shoulders and passed him to Gaz who began steering him back in the direction they came from. “We’ll be off then. You two kids have fun! And Ghost? Be nice,” he warned as if he were leaving his toddler children alone on a playdate.

“Send us a wedding invite!” Gaz called.

What the fuck?!!

Simon mentally penciled Gaz in near the top of his list.

“Congrats again Sereza!” Soap hollered back at them as Gaz continued to steer him away. “I'm sure you’ll be the best girlfriend there is!”

Price followed after them as he shouted, “Carry on you two!” with a thumbs-up and a not-at-all-subtle wink.

Alone again. Fucking finally, Jesus. Ghost rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh, sorry about them.” 

Sereza wove her fingers between his gloved ones. “It's alright, I don't mind your friends. They just care about you and are happy for you.”

“Hmph," he rumbled irritably. "… ‘Wedding invite' was a bit much though,” Simon mumbled, making her laugh a little at his discomfiture.

Soap’s last annoying comment came to mind. “Are you my girlfriend?” He quickly blurted out before thinking. “I-I mean… would you consider yourself my girlfriend? ...Can I call you that... my girlfriend?” Bloody hell he was bad at this. It was like being a damn teenager all over again. 

Sereza nodded sweetly as she pulled his skull mask back off and kissed him.

However Simon abruptly broke away from her almost immediately as his nagging fears in the back of his mind finally got the best of him. “Sereza… I don’t know how to do this. I have no fucking idea how to do any of this.” He gripped her hands tightly in his, silently pleading with her to understand that he was trying to tell her that he'd never had a serious girlfriend before without him having to admit it out loud. 

Everything about this dynamic was new to him. If she would yell at him or insult him then he’d actually know how to handle that. Having a relationship – a safe, healthy one – was an entirely foreign concept to him though. All he knew was violence, drunken screaming, and fear. And Ghost was terrified that he would carry those over into this relationship with his little one and end up hurting her.

Sereza ran her small hand up his sternum and over his collarbone. Simon had to bite back a groan at the feeling of it. “Well, I’ve never been a girlfriend before,” she confessed as she looked up into his dark eyes. Ghost was legitimately shocked at that. "We can figure this out together. Learn from each other, yeah?”

His hands cupped her face and he crashed his lips to hers eagerly. Beyond delighted to feel her return his kiss just as fiercely.

Feeling a little braver knowing that this was all as new to her as well, Ghost ran his tongue across her bottom lip, seeking her consent to enter her mouth. Sereza clung to him tighter and opened her mouth to him.

An elated growl vibrated through his chest at her acceptance. His tongue plunged past her lush lips and began to eagerly explore. Instantly hopelessly addicted to her unbelievably sweet taste and the small moans he pulled from her. The feeling of her against him, her fingers digging into the back of his jacket, and the breathy exhale she released all sent a flare of heat straight to his groin.

The front of his pants began to tighten.

There was no way he could resist her for much longer.

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In the wee hours that night, the door to Ghost's room soundlessly cracked open.

Price peeked in. His eyes softened at the sight of Sereza and Simon wrapped snuggly around one another in their sleep with Simon’s face bare. His lieutenant sleeping soundly and peacefully. 

Well done Simon. I'm proud of ya' son.

Each of the 141 boys was like a son to the captain, and now he found himself feeling a little like he’d gained a daughter as well. Smiling proudly, he shut the door just as quietly.

[hazbinextgeneration]

Demon Bride Ch23 Problems Solved Problems Made

(DISCLAIMERS AND IMPORTANT INFO!!!: EVERYONE in this story is in their early 20s-30s! This story will contain mentions of past abuse and death! I'll be keeping it as SFW. Some backstories have been slightly altered for this particular story, and some characters cannonically dead or harmed is alive and well. I own nothing.

Credit to @flanelltees​ for the designs I based the demons off to look more demon-like with tails and pointed ears.

This story will be sfw, but there will be some blood, implied death, fighting, some gore mentioned, and a few other things that will be made aware by warnings. Pay attention to warnings at the top of any chapters just under the summery please.)

Once in the mountain villages it was a custom that once a year on the night of the new year's first moon, an unlucky young lady would be selected and left for the demons to become one of the unlucky few who married such a husband. In exchange for this offering the demons would protect the villages and leave the humans in peace. Until one day a powerful warrior drove the demons away freeing the humans of them. Now 2,000 years later, it's become a tradition that once a year, a new young lady would be picked and wait for her future husband to retrieve her from a shrine in the mountains. And now the lucky tradition would fall upon Y/n L/n. It would be her own turn to take on the tradition and not have to worry about demons. After all that part of the old tradition was just fake, made up by paranoid ancestors. Everyone knew demons didn't exist.

...Right

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"YOU TOUCHED A WOMAN WITH YOUR FILTHY HANDS!?" 

"YOU FILTHY FUCKING COCKROACH!!"

Usually when one of the Twelve Kizuki is yelling at someone it was a scary sight to see, two would've been very scary to anyone. And they would've most likely attacked Enmu if you hadn't thrown yourself between not just one but four demons that was baring fangs at one another- Or more accurately Akaza, Kyogai, and little Rui was glaring at Enmu with the hare of a thousand hellfires. However like you expected Enmu didn't give two dams about possibly being beaten up. Instead he was behind you with his head leaned against the top of your head and his hands grabbing your shoulders. An amused smile on his face. HOW DID YOU GET YOURSELF INTO THESE THINGS?! You just didn't feel like having four demons brawl in the mansion even if you disliked the one you currently had clinging to you.

''GET. YOUR. HANDS. OFF. MY. MOTHER!!" 

Enmu let out a coo before leaning harder on your head. "I'm afraid Y/n-chan is the only one who may put her hands on me.~"

You blatantly saw veins appear on Akaza's body, Kyogai's hand hovered over the drum on his right thigh, and Rui looked...oddly calm but with a frightening expression he had just before he wrapped up Enmu in spider's web and tossed him out the door. You obviously didn't want to get in trouble for Rui physically attacking a demon lord so you went out to make sure he was alright but when you opened the door, you were stunned to find none other than Akaza there pulling the threads apart with his fists to see what was going on while Kyogai was yelling at Enmu for the damage to his wall where Enmu made impact when Rui tossed him out. Akaza had just finished untying the struggling demon when Rui walked up behind you and demanded that you would come back inside away from the pervert that that laid his hands on you. 

ALL. HELL. BROKE. LOOSE.

You practically had to dive at Enmu and tackle him away from Akaza's fist hitting the floor and leaving a giant hole in the floor. Kyogai had started yelling at Akaza about the damage to his floor but then it sunk in what Rui said and then he directed his anger at Enmu and now you and Enmu were backed into a wall (literally) with three demons wanting to start a fight. However they wouldn't. Not while you stood close enough to be hit if they tried anything.

"NOBODY is doing ANYTHING!!," YOUR voice sternly said calmly faced with these demons. Staring Akaza in the eyes you didn't back down. "Akaza, stand down!"

"He touched you." He didn't even look at you. Instead his eyes stayed right on the smiling lower Moon.

"Yes. And it was for medical practice. The only time it wasn't was when he attempted to kiss me."

Maybe you shouldn't have said that because a GIANT vein popped on his forehead and his eyes nearly broke out bloodshot. " Y/n. Move."

"No. You'll try to kill him."

"I won't kill him. I'm not allowed to." Bones popped as his fists tightened. "But I can sure make him hurt."

''If you hurt him. I'll never forgive ANY of you." Finally his eyes turned to yours which glared right back. "If I want you to attack someone on my behalf then I'll say it, but clearly since Im putting myself in danger right now, I don't want you too. Now. All of you. STAND. DOWN."

Akaza despite your words took a step forward.

"I SAID I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!! CAN YOU LIVE WITH THAT?!"

Silence. Stone Cold. Dead silence. 

...Akaza stepped aside a bit and you saw himself forcibly relax. "..I will. But not for his sake-" 

"And you're not going to attack him once he leaves. I won't allow more fighting involving me while I'm here. And I'm going to be taking responsibility for my stupid mistakes. That being said...Akaza. I'm sorry I gave you the wrong impression when we first met." He flinched but you kept talking. You HAD to take the chance to fix this. No more misunderstandings! "I didn't know something like me offering a friendship could be taken out of context to you, but I still messed up. Akaza I didn't make any marriage offers to you. I'm sorry."

There. He could hear his whole world shattering into pieces that moment. However a coo also made you growl and look up to the demon that started this mess. 

"And that goes double for you! Don't think I would find you fond now that I've cleared one problem out of the way!" Enmu fell silent for a long moment but if it was possible pulled you gently closer to his beating chest. 

"I-...I w-was already informed about your misunderstandings for us." You were pulled back to Akaza who had reached a shaking hand out to grab your hand and you froze. His hand was shaking so badly that yours was also shivering. "I know you didn't mean to-...And that's alright but I want..too..." You blinked at him in shock. "...I promised to think about it and I did while I was gone. I still want you. And if you'll have me-" His other hand reached out to brush against your cheek." Soft. Warm. She was so pretty...So beautiful.  "I wish to start courting you. Because I love you. I can't explain it...But I do love you."

You were shocked into silence, mouth agape and when nothing came out his hand on your cheek slid along your face to gently close your mouth with a smile. His eyes briefly glancing at your lips. They looked as soft as rose petals.

"You know..." You finally spoke still stunned. "You're the third person who's confessed their love to me since I've been here. And I don't know how to take it right now."

"Who has confessed?"

Well one was the clingy person hugging you, and the other...Your eyes briefly glanced to Kyogai as he just stared at you..before sadly looking away. It would be better to keep that info to yourself. Actually Akaza would be the fourth to confess if you counted Kaigaku giving you his necklace but you'd deal with that headache when he got back. You were just glad you were able to get one problem cleared! Now there was only three others. Hantengu, Kaigaku, and Rui. While you still tried to talk sense into Rui, you could wait for Kaigaku to return and then clear the air from there. Then that would be another problem off your chest.

"It doesn't matter. What matters is that I fix the mistakes I caused starting here on out. And like I said, I don't know how I feel towards any of this."

Akaza nodded and slowly released your hands. "I understand but maybe I could help some how."

You weren't sure what Akaza could do but before you could say anything Kyogai spoke up. "Actually you can!" You both looked at him. He looked at Akaza. "Do you happen to know where Hantengu's sons are located?"

Akaza seemed confused by that part but nodded. "They're all very far from here searching through many children's homes and known orphan populations for a runaway child the Master wants. Why?"

"Hantengu seems to have gotten into his head that Y/n has accepted an arranged marriage between her and one of his sons."

"WHAT?!"

"It's a long story but don't worry. If they've all been on the other side of the Master's provinces then they wouldn't know yet. But could you perhaps locate Hantengu and explain it to him that Y/n didn't agree BEFORE his sons find out? You do know where he lives right?"

"Yes."

"Then you'll do it?"

"Absolutely." If it means less competition for Y/n's heart then he would gladly take on that responsibility. "He lives three days to the south from here. I have nothing important needing my attention so I can spare the time to make sure they're aware of the situation before it gets out of hand. Thank you for making me aware of this. I assure you that he'll understand the situation once I'm finished with him."

You sighed in relief. This was perfect! With Akaza helping you, you wouldn't have to worry about actually trying to track down this Hantengu and explaining everything to him. That was two problems solved, now that only left two others. But you'd worry about that later when Kaigaku eventually came back. 

"Ah. If you also need someone to take the boy off your hands, I can speak to the Master himself.~'' 

All of you paused before looking at Enmu, and you had to really wriggle yourself out of his grasp in order to look at him. And he still smiled through all of this. "What?"

"I don't have the equipment to examine blood myself so the Master was gracious enough to let me use his!~ And your blood is so beautiful might I add.~" You frowned. "The Master would know the perfect person to care for the child! After all he's the one who assigns all the tutors for his daughter.~"

"... Actually...That might actually work," Kyogai mused with a hum before nodding. "Alright." A claw pointed right at Enmu's face. "You ask the Master what he wishes to do with the boy and we'll do that. In the meantime I'll try to get him to un-imprint on Y/n." 

"Can you actually do that?"

"It's not unheard of but it'll take a while. Right Akaza?"... Kyogai turned. "Akaza, what are you doing?"

Akaza had magically disappeared from sight while the three of you were talking and had gone about calming Rui. By the time you three looked over, Akaza was already holding the small boy I'm his arms, cradling him and Rui was munching on something he pulled from a small bag. 

"Mother look!" He held up the small bag now calmer. "Mr. Akaza gave me candy!" He innocently fumbled with the bag. "I like him now."

"He's running a small fever," Akaza spoke a hand pressing to Rui's forehead. "Kyogai, have your healer look over him once I leave." Rui blinked as he was handed over to Kyogai.

"Oh are you leaving now?"

Akaza nodded. "If this needs to be resolved then I better get to Hantengu before his sons do, which means I'll need the head start." He paused before looking at you. "Y/n...I k-know it's selfish of me t-to ask this but.. could you at least think about what I said?"

...you nodded. "I will but I don't promise anything to o anyone."

"That is fair enough.'

You smiled at them all beautifully, lovely. "Thank you."

Hearts skipped a full beat for the three watching. Faces full of red. A thick floral scent making them woozy. However it was only one that spoke.

"Ah! There's that smell again!" Enmu smiled. "Begonias! Such a pretty scent for a pretty human.~"

"... Begonias? Are you dense?" Kyogai frowned at Enmu. "The only flower I smell is rose."

"Then you both need to have your  noses checked." Akaza rose a brow. "I smell neither begonia or rose. Amaryllis blooms is what's here."

You looked between them all confused. "What are you three talking about? I don't smell anything."

The three demons stared silently....before Enmu reached into his overcoat collar and pulled out a notepad and paper before opening it and proceeded to write in it.

"What are you doing you lunatic?"

"Taking notes on the human's strange condition. It seems the strange effect her blood has on us doesn't affect her at all, and even if it does it doesn't seem to be harmful to her and she can't detect whenever it's happening." He explained with a confused hum. "Although the effects are ... strange. It doesn't seem to be harmful to us either but it effects our sense of smell. Perhaps some kind of camouflage tactic? Maybe a calming tool?... Whatever it is, it seems to affect everyone differently. For example I smell nothing but begonias. Kyogai has roses and Akaza had amaryllis blooms. How strange?' He looked up at you. "Has anyone else experienced any strange floral scents from you?"

You blinked. "Uh... Kaigaku mentioned once that he thought my blood smelt like peach blossoms."

Enmu's brows shot up. "Really? He mentioned your blood specifically?" You nodded and he proceeded to write that down. "So it's not just me who connected the smells to your blood. I wonder if anyone else has experienced this."

"I have!" Rui's little hand went up gripping some more candy gaining everyone's attention. "But you're all wrong. Roses and peaches are dumb guesses. Mother smells like beautiful carnations." He then shoved the fistful of candy into his mouth chewing noisily.

"Carnations? That's an interesting take actually as carnations are widely accepted to symbolize motherhood." More scribbling as you stared stunned at Rui. "Before I leave Id like to ask a few of your servants of they also smelt anything strange like us. It might just be the key to what is going on in her body."

"Huh? Oh. Yes. You may ask Eri. She used to be the human's personal aid and I must summon her anyways to look over the boy." As if on cue he hit the drum on his stomach twice each letting out a BUM sound each time. "You can also ask Nagi who's currently serving her. But be sure that's the only thing you do!"

"You called me, my Lord." Immediately a servant appeared and bowed to him. 

"Yes. Tell Eri I want her to come here immediately."...He then eyed the cracks in the wall from Rui throwing Enmu and the hole Akaza had punched in the floor and sighed. "And tell Mayla to get some builders over here to repair all the damage. My home is not a fighting ring!" He shot Akaza a look.

"Oh...I apologize for the damage."

The servant bowed. "Of course. Will there be anything else?"

"Mother, I'm hungry. I want lunch."

"*Sigh* And bring food for the child and human from the kitchen."

The servant bowed and left leaving you all there. Akaza again apologized to Kyogai for the hole in the floor before also leaving, but not before coming back to give your hands one last squeeze before leaving. The next to leave was Enmu after you saw him speak to Eri and a few other servants writing all of it down into that notepad of his before he returned to you smiling.

"Well it seems like quite a mystery. Besides myself and four other specific demons, everyone else doesn't smell a specific flower."

"So ..they don't smell anything?"

"Oh no. They do. But it's totally different. You see everyone I spoke to agreed that you smell like flowers..But they can't tell me one specific TYPE of flower. To them it's just an indescribable floral scent that doesn't have any one specific flower where as myself and four others ONLY smell one kind of flower and for each of us it's different."

"So...I smell like flowers to all demons, but it's more of a field of flowers that they can't make out? Except for a few like you and Akaza that smells just one specific flower?"

"Now you're getting it! And for each of us it's different, but I haven't figured out how or why yet." 

You watched as he slipped the notepad back in his coat and lean over to grab his suitcase. "Then what will you do now?"

"Well..First I'm going to contact the families of the demon that Kyogai killed when they chased you in here. Perhaps something in their bodies are affecting you, but since their corpses were burnt, I can't take any direct samples from them. So I'll need the next best thing." He smiled wider. "I'll need to take blood samples from their closest family members and compare it to yours to see if there's any similarities. If there's nothing connecting you to them then we can rule out blood contamination by demon DNA. But first I need Kyogai to pull up their records to locate any family. "

"That sounds like a lot of work and just for me of all people. I'm not that important."

"Oh how wrong you are.~," he cooed and tilted his head, "And.." Teal eyes became half lidded with knowing. "I do want to genuinely help you, Y/n.~" He slightly bowed to you. "I shall do my very..."

He paused mouth open in a smile as two arms wrapped around his middle and pulled him against a warm body. Her body leaned against him in an embrace- THUD!! The suitcase dropped from his hand as his body froze. 

"I know this is asking a lot of work from you, and you can be... difficult, but I do appreciate the help you're giving me and I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused you and everyone else. I promise to fix everything as soon as I can. Please don't stress yourself out on my part." You slowly let him go and stepped back watching his shocked face. And smiled. "But maybe just tone down the perverted nature a bit from now on."

"....No one had ever t-t-thanked me genuinely before." The shock melted away as he shivered and smiled genuinely. You blinked as a hand tucked under your chin to raise you head just a bit higher. Huh...when did his teal eyes suddenly get closer? "Do you know I also have a strange medical condition?~" He mumbled closer. "You make my heart beat faster.~" purple eyes widened as his face was five inches awa-

SLAM!!

.....You blinked......And looked at your feet.

The touch was gone. And so was Enmu- No. Enmu was still there but now he was laying at your feet laying face down on the floor as flat as a pancake. Behind him, one of his legs was slightly suspended in thin air, and wrapped around his ankle was a spider thread. You slowly followed the thread to where Rui was standing next to Kyogai and firmly held the thread in his hands.

"Do your business with the drum man and leave." Rui then held up the thread to Kyogai. "Here you go. I get extra food now right?"

Kyogai chuckled before gladly accepting the string just as Enmu looked over his shoulder. "I think I'll miss having this child around. Come along, Enmu. I'll get you the documents." He then turned and walked away dragging the other demon behind him

Enmu was quick to grab the suitcase as he was dragged away before smiling and waving at you. "Good bye, Y/n-chan.~ Parting is such sweet sorrow.~"

You stood there for a long moment before blinking and reaching a hand to slowly rub your face. Yep. You had too much to think about right now. Small footsteps ran up to you before someone small threw their arms around your legs. 

"I don't like him! Mother you best stay away! Come read me more stories instead."

You sighed and reached out to pat the top of his head. Whelp...At least most of your problems would be fixed now. Hopefully Akaza would be able to talk sense into Hantengu. Only time could tell.

-THREE DAYS LATER-

Loud footsteps approached a familiar but annoying door and a large fist knocked loudly on the wooden surface demanding an answer. A moment later footsteps approached and the door opened to a sniffling face.

"Akaza. What do you want here?"

A firm push was enough to get inside and walk his way inside without a fight. Of course a whimpering mess was there to greet him by the fireplace. 

"Hantengu."

"AAAAAAHHH HAHAAAAA!! NO NO!! NO MORE THINGS BEING BLAMED ON ME!!"

"Oh calm down. I didn't come here to drag you back to work. I came to just talk." A few more sobs and whimpers. Sigh. Ok. He'll be nice for her sake. "First of all, I want to congratulate you on your retirement and your sons for getting such a high positions."

"*Sniffle* Thank you."

"Secondly, I apologize for dropping I'm unannounced like this. But we need to talk."

"*Sob* It's alright."

A stern look. "Lastly, I need to let you know something serious. A few weeks ago, you had a girl agree to marry one of your four older sons. But you should know that the human woman didn't really agree to that. She didn't agree to any engagement and she didn't understand what you meant. So any engagement you thought about presenting to your sons is off limits. There will be none. Am I being clear enough to you?"

Silence.

.....A sniffle. "Too late, too late. There's no going b-back now."

"What are you talking about?"

"*Sob* They a-already want to be married. *Sniff* It's not M-My fault young men yearn for a married life."

"Well when they get here tell them it's off!"

"N-No. You don't u-u-understand. *Hic* Th-They are on their way to get her now."

"WHAT?! WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?!"

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!! T-THREE DAYS AGO!! N-NOT MUCH TIME LEFT TO SAVE!!"

[carrion-whispers]

Kindred Spirit

Gnome Tav!Durge!Reader (sfw)

CW: Depression? (I dunno, kindly tell me if I need to add something)

Very minor companion spoilers for BG3 ahead.

Disclaimer: I haven’t written anything in 15 years but got possessed by a sad bug today. I tried to keep facts accurate but ultimately this is about my own Tav’s reaction to being plucked from their peaceful life and thrust into the role of party leader and caretaker. Any inaccuracies are just from their own perspective and shouldn’t be taken as a slight against anyone. Sorry if it’s too poetic.

2nd Disclaimer: Because I haven’t written anything in so long I’m not tagging this! As anything. Also I’m terrified because I’ve never ever posted any of my writing anywhere. yay.

If I haven’t chased you off yet and your expectations are appropriately low then happy reading? I guess??? Why are you still here?

—

It’s beginning to wear on you. The loneliness of being a living balm without finding a salve of your own. The emptiness that grows as you soothe the hurts and calm the minds of everyone around you without sharing your own soul deep pain is exhausting.

Your kindness, unwavering smile, and boundless patience is often taken for nothing more than the by-product of your profession and people. You’re supposed to be friendly, joyful, and bring warmth to every situation. That’s what bards -especially gnomish bards- do! Right?

But you didn’t come from a burrow or any gnome town. You were born in the Feywild. You’re a forest gnome. Usually timid and shy with Big Folk by nature, the opposite of who you are today. Yours is a people so reclusive that many don’t even believe they exist. You should expect confusion and misplaced assumptions.

You’re used to it. You’re barely connected to your roots anymore so you will not correct them.

Why force upon them the burden of your past when the entirety of their lifespan is but a fraction of yours and so fraught with sorrow and tragedy already? So you will offer them a hand, a smile, a warm embrace, a listening ear, and even a firm voice whenever they need it. You will bend and break for them. Mold yourself into what they need to learn their own hearts and heal. They are not the first to whom you’ve made this silent vow. They will not be the last.

But your already long life has been a series of tragedy too. There are layers upon layers of loss and agony and torment buried behind your smile, etched into your soul and your skin.

Their eyes sometimes rest curiously upon the jagged scars across your face and the warlock’s gaze often lingers at your neck when he catches you rubbing at the painful lines of pearlescent skin beneath your jaw. You simply smile and wait.

But they never ask.

They don’t ask why you sleep far removed from camp. If they hear the screaming visions that wake you, they make no mention. They don’t ask why you come to breakfast each morning with clammy skin and shaking hands, the circles under your eyes growing ever darker.

A few have already witnessed the biting coldness in your eyes around under-dwellers. The rage you desperately try to contain when speaking to slavers. They were taken aback by the brutality that breaks free near any goblin that so much as inconveniences you. Still they’ve asked you no questions.

Maybe they’re waiting for you to offer your history to them. Maybe they’re respecting the privacy normally exhibited by gnomes of the forest, if they realize what you are, but you’re barely connected to those roots anymore. You haven’t seen a treehome in centuries. You haven’t talked to one of your own in nearly as long.

You don’t mind letting the pale one manipulate you for his own reassurance or patiently not-asking for the sharran to share what she’s been so desperate to reveal. You don’t mind listening to the wizard’s worries over his self-inflicted curse or offering reassurances to the hellion that you’re going to fix her engine. You don’t mind the bravado and blind loyalty of the astral or the warlock’s charming half-lies and untruths.

You tell yourself you can be what they need but being such a beloved stranger to them begins to weigh heavy as yet another troubled soul joins your travels. You feel hollowed out and exhausted as he recounts his woes of a century cursed land. You can barely follow his words, listening instead for what he will need from you. What shape will you need to take for him?

It gets harder to greet the camp each day. Every night is colder, darker than the last and the world’s color is beginning to fade.

Your careful facade grows thicker and thicker. The line between what they need and who you are has begun to blur. You’re losing yourself. Again. As if the last half-century you spent building a peaceful life and trying to heal never happened.

Just when you think you might finally collapse and disappear under the weight, the smallest gesture halves the burden. This man, who breathes to bless the forest, so outwardly troubled by a lifetime equal in length to your own, asks about you.

It’s not even anything important. He just wants a small interesting fact. His smile is genuine but it wavers and trembles ever so slightly. You spy a familiar vulnerability in his eyes.

You can feel the life return to your own. A sudden warmth, like sunlight piercing through the black clouds of a stormy sky fills your entire body. The air in your lungs is fresher, sweeter. The rustle of wind in the trees reaches your ears and you can feel the crunch of gravel and sand beneath your feet. You’re alive again.

The smile on your face is genuine and you buzz with energy as a thousand different things fight to be the first to escape. You choose a silly musing about your fear of krakens. He chuckles, a sound so soothing you feel your eyes prick in response. His brow cinches curiously as he offers that you’ve nothing to fear if you avoid open seas.

But for once, you don’t want to explain. In this moment, your painful past had been chased worlds away and you hope that he will not begrudge being a salve for your soul for just a little while.

[reno2005]

Hey Welcome to My Blog!

[Profile pic commissioned from QiQii ]

Obviously a huge Leon fan. I want this blog to represent that but also be a nice peaceful/calm place I can come to and enjoy whenever I want to see Leon content. The following is some things I’d like people to know:

This is a side blog, so if I follow you or like posts it’ll be from my main. If i reply it will be with this blog of course but sometimes I might mistakenly reply with my main. My Main: @openworldexplorations My “whatever I like” side blog: @magikarpthegreat

Not the biggest fan(read as: at all) of 6 and most of the movies lorewise. If you like it that’s fine, I’m not here to argue or fight anyone, I just don’t personally like them so you won’t see any reference to those here. I do however like some of his looks in said things so I don’t mind some fanart/etc of those. That being said, expect mainly RE2 & RE4 99% of the time and not much of anything new either.

I love fanart and I’d love to share the cool fanart I see with others so you’ll see a lot here. This includes screenshots and all kinds of stuff.

I love gifs and I make some here and there. If a gif post is mine you’ll see “my own gifs” in the tags. My main focus when I make gifs is “do I want to see this moment on repeat?”. Other people’s much more awesome gifs will be tagged under “others gifs”.

Here is my archive if you need to find anything specific.

Click here for a random post.

I used to write fics for other things I was super into back in the day. I stopped liking said thing and haven’t written in a while so I’m very rusty but I love this blondie/sometimes brunette a lot so I’m gonna give it another go. Some things to note about my fic goals:

I want to write reader fics.

I want to write a lot of happier moments. I’ve had many rough years in my life and this guy was a big help/comfort, I’d like that to reflect in my writing. With that in mind, you won’t see much angst or sadness here at all. Basically I want to imagine happy/comforting/silly/cool moments with Leon.

My fics are always short. I just prefer writing short stories or blurbs.(I’m also a little impatient and like to get to the good stuff) my fics will be tagged under “reno2005fics”.

There will also be nsfw fics occasionally(I mean c’mon). I will tag these of course. If a fic is nsfw it will be either gender neutral or male reader.(sfw fics will usually be GN)

Finally, if you’re curious(and bothered to read this far. I’m sorry this is long lol) Reno is a song by my favorite band Red Vox and I imagine Leon would like the band a lot.

[mvrtaiswriting]

hi, hello! may i got promt 3 luffy from kissing event? i hope im not asking to much! have a wonderful day/noon/night!

Luffy x prompt 3: pressing their foreheads together while kissing

hiii ♡ you're absolutely not asking for too much - this is what I'm here for!! thank you for requesting this <3 I`'m really sorry, this turned out to be shorter than expected which is something unusual, but I'm just as happy with this work and I hope you'll enjoy it too! I decided to go for an established relationship this time cause.. we deserve a break from all the pining, and teasing, and uncertainty. I only want what's best for luffy 😭 I hope this meets your expectations, have a wonderful day/noon/night too!! x

gender neutral! sfw, super fluff.

feel free to reblog, like, and leave a comment. i would very much appreciate it. if you enjoy my works, click here to read more or buy me a coffee. - from this event.

"Dance with me, cmon!" your boyfriend whined, grabbing your hands and pulling him closer to him. The rest of the crew cheered you up, clapping once Luffy finally trapped you in his embrace, pressing a quick on your lips. He let his hands wonder and caress your body, before letting them fall on your waist, holding you closer to him.

Brook's violin played the sweetest notes while Luffy guided your movements, making you twirl around and catching you in his arms once again. The rest of the crew joined the dance floor too, Usopp and Chopper clumsily dancing together and enjoying the cheerful evening.

"See? It's nice." he whispered in your ear. Nodding in response, you latched your arms around his neck, continuing to dance. You didn't love the idea of standing in front of a crowd - despite it being composed of your trusted crew mates - but you had to admit there was something magical about dancing on a ship while sailing the ocean with a sky full of stars just above you. The initial embarrassment was quickly replaced with an immediate sense of calmness. There was no place you'd rather be; this was were you belonged: wherever, but with Luffy. You would have followed this man everywhere he wanted to go, you would have touched the sun with your bare hands if he needed you to - granting him a dance was the least you could do.

Both of you kept silent for a while, holding each other tightly and letting the sweet notes lull you. Luffy wondered if that was the right time to ask you - he had been thinking about it for long enough now. But holding you in his arms while dancing under the moonlight tickled his fantasy even more, there were no doubts in his mind.

"Marry me." he finally said, his voice slightly shaking. It wasn't even a question - he couldn't consider a no as answer.

It was now or never - there was no way to predict what could have happened after challenging the Four Emperors; and he wanted to things right. Luffy wanted to have one more peaceful night with you; he wanted to create the most beautiful memory, one you would always hold on to in difficult times. He wanted to see you in a white gown, give you his last name, letting the whole world know you were his - the spouse of the most feared pirate of the worst generation.

"Seriously?" you asked, the widest smile forming of your lips. Luffy immediately nodded, biting his bottom lip waiting for answer. Pressing his forehead against yours, he stared at you with his usual doe-eyes. Tears were quick to cloud your vision, a tight knot forming in your throat as a sudden wave happiness overwhelmed your body. "Yes, yes, yes!" you shouted in excitement, jumping in his arms. Wrapping your legs around his torso, you pressed your forehead against his once again, now standing slightly taller than him. Cupping his cheek with one hand, you leaned towards him to finally meet his lips into a passionate, rather teary, kiss.

[ppnuggie]

　　　　　　HOUND x gn human reader

　　　　『　hound ,, gender neutral human reader 』

　　-> some fluff with hound :)

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, comfort

　　— smt for him 🙏 hes so precious

      soft heartbeats against his audio receptors ,, listening closely to the foreign yet calming sound. the autobot enjoyed the primal life on the planet ,, the humans as they were called. he found them interesting ,, and friendly. they treated him so nicely ,, he was intoxicated easily by their charms and ways. their little bodies so tiny in comparison to him and his fellow cybertronians. it was nice ,, having these little people run to him for safety and protection whenever the decepticons attacked.

      he did his best to make them safe ,, though one human in particular he grew close with. he wouldnt admit it to his fellow autobots ,, but he enjoyed them with his whole spark. they taught him a lot about the world around them ,, the nature of it and all there is to love.

though his duties as an autobot would sometimes get to him. missions becoming more tough and the decepticons starting to grow unpredictable. very rarely had there been times where he failed to protect the humans ,, the little people he grew to love and adore. it would stick to him ,, feeling as though he was failing them and their planet at being their protector. he couldn't understand how the decepticons could be so sparkless and cruel during these times. how could they not realize they took innocent lives ?

he sighed ,, helm against your chest as he basked in your warmth. he was mass displaced in this form ,, being smaller and unable to hurt you as much as he would've in his usual height. he wondered sometimes what being a human was like ,, sometimes he wished he could be one. though you had liked him enough as he was. you liked him for the autobot he's grown to become.

he loved you ,, he truly did. you were too kind for this heartless world. he would dream about you being taken by the decepticons ,, he couldn't afford to lose you. the bot had grown more than fond over you ,, wanting to treasure you as much and as long as he possibly could. your hand lightly pet at the back of his helm ,, soothing the autobot in your arms as you gazed at the dusk written sky.

blues and purples mashed together in a gradient ,, and at the bottom where the sun was laying ,, was bright orange and pink molding perfectly into the rest of the sky. the clouds were all dragged out into mist ,, like a white carpet in the sky. no animals or objects could be made from them ,, yet they still brought peace.

      the wind blew gently around you two ,, fluffing your clothes in its breeze. the bot stirred a bit ,, before lifting his helm to gaze at your form before him. blue optics dim and full of unreadable emotions. his derma turned up in a smile ,, reaching to place a chaste kiss to your soft cheek before laying his helm back down in your lap.

      he was content with this ,, comforted by your touch. he was at ease ,, never before this peaceful before the war happened. he felt as though he could stay here forever ,, in your gentle hold. his spark hummed softly at the thought ,, optics offlining as he laid there.