#JUMPS AROUND JOYOUSLY | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

yasministration · 1 month ago

Text

eternal love - james potter

summary: when harry comes home one night to have dinner with his parents, he catches an intimate moment between you and james, and wishes he would be home to witness them more often

When the green flames melted away from around Harry’s body and he stepped into the living room of the Potter household, Harry was immediately greeted with the smell of a cozy, homemade meal.

Harry took a step deeper into the living room, following the delicious smell of food across the living room and towards the kitchen, where he assumed his parents would be.

As he approached the kitchen door, Harry heard the soft giggles of his mother, and he came to a halt behind the door, peeking through its open sliver. The boy smiled fondly as he looked into the kitchen, spotting you sitting on the couch in the far end of the kitchen, usually reserved for family and friends to make conversation while people were busy cooking.

But now, you were sat on its edge with your husband’s head in your lap as he laid down on the warm sofa, legs kicked up over its border. You were looking down at your husband with a wide smile, brushing soft strands of hair away from his eyes.

James rearranged the spectacles on his face, that same hand reaching up to gently hold the back of your head, pulling you down so he could softly kiss you.

From across the room, Harry failed to hear bits of your conversation, but seeing your loving exchange was enough. He grinned as you brought your hand down to place it on your husband's chest, and James grabbed it, moving it over his heart, keeping his larger hand resting above yours. Harry pushed the door wide open, attracting both of your gazes towards him. James sat up, and the pair of you stood up in unison to greet your son.

“Oh, hi sweetheart!” You cooed, opening your arms for Harry to walk straight into. He rested his head on your chest as his arms wrapped around your waist, eyes shutting to help him be immersed in the moment. You pressed a soft kiss to Harry’s forehead, only letting go of him when he removed his arms from around you.

Harry laughed joyously as James engulfed him in a crushing hug, ruffling his son’s hair. “Missed you, kid.” He muttered into Harry’s ear, who returned those same words. “We’ve been waiting for you for a while.” James stated, watching as Harry struggled out of his jacket, tossing it onto the couch behind you.

“Snape was giving me a difficult time. Thank godric McGonagall showed up.” You made a disgusted sound at the sound of your old classmate, rolling your eyes at his mention.

“But you guys looked pretty cozy, eh?” Harry teased, slumping on the couch you were previously sat on with your husband. James grinned widely and you felt your cheeks heat up, still shy at the idea of being caught sharing such intimate moments with your husband, despite being married for so long you had a teenage son.

James strutted towards you, wrapping both his arms around your waist and pressing a shameless kiss to your lips. Harry made a show of loudly announcing his disgust over your display of affection, but it didn’t interrupt the smile on his face or the fact that he thought his parents were adorable.

Pushing James away from you by his chest, you walked around the kitchen island to check on the food in the oven, missing the cheeky smile your husband shot your son. You slid on thick mittens, taking the glass tray out of the oven and placing it on the stove.

“Do you boys want to eat in the dining room or in here?” Harry jumped up, announcing his decision. “In here!” You grinned, sliding a small towel onto the kitchen island and placing the tray of food atop it whilst James gathered the cutlery and plates.

As Harry sat down, he took notice of the loving stare his father was staring at you with as he approached you, wrapping his muscular arms around you in a gentle hug. Harry pretended to busy himself by filling his cup with water, but he couldn’t help but stare as James dug his face into the crook of your neck, kissing you there once before whispering “I love you so much.”

You smiled shyly, chasing James’s lips to kiss them shortly before turning your attention back to your son.

Though Harry knew his parents loved each other very much, it was nice to witness it in real time, and for a moment, Harry wished he could be home to see it more often than being at Hogwarts and watching his silly friends chase boys and girls who would entertain them for a week.

At least here, the love between you was eternal.

taglist: @ravisinghs-wife, @starry-remus, @pain-in-the-ashe, @hiireadstuff, @treefairy-28, @superlegend216, @kitkatkl, @juliet-017, @fl0weryannie, @tiaajosephin, @dream-alittlebiggerdarling, @dearlizzies, @potterheadlovespotter, @matcha-kitty13, @ravisinghs-wife, @amatoanima, @kitkatkl, @rory-cakes, @juliet-f017, @fl0weryannie, @tiaajosephin, @why-am-i-like-this18, @theoraekenslover, @animalcrossingshameless, @azure-drag0ness, @dream-alittlebiggerdarling, @girlontheblock

2K notes · View notes

minniesfiles · 3 months ago

Text

FALLING OVER YOU

Loving you wasn’t something he’d ever need to be convinced to do. It was as easy as breathing.

❧ PAIRING; jeonghan x reader

❧ GENRE; fluff

❧ TAGS/WARNINGS; established relationship, alcohol consumption, drunk reader gets hurt, soft bf jeonghan, light humour, FLUFF

❧ WORDCOUNT; 1.7k

𐚁₊⊹

▍12 MARCH 2025

The wedding reception was in full swing. The grand ballroom shimmered under golden chandeliers while laughter and music filled the lively air. You had been drinking since the cocktail hour, taking pleasure in the way the bubbles tickled your throat, and the coolness of alcohol making everything feel lighter and funnier. By the time the dance floor opened, you were undeniably drunk. Happily, recklessly, and joyously so.

And Jeonghan? He stood at a distance, leaning casually against the beverage bar with a glass of whiskey in hand. The ice clinked softly within the glass as he swirled the drink, but his attention was elsewhere.

You.

You were so radiant as you swirled and twirled, laughing with unfiltered joy. Your dress flared with every spin, which messed your hair from the movement, but you didn’t care. Neither did he. You were too caught up in the moment with the bride and your other old school friends, dancing like no one was watching.

But Jeonghan was. He always was.

You looked free. So genuinely happy that it made his chest tighten in an unfamiliar way. It wasn’t often you let go like this. You didn’t have a big circle of friends, and sometimes, that quiet loneliness weighed on you more than you admitted.

But here? Here, you shone while being surrounded by familiar faces, old friends who knew pieces of you that Jeonghan didn’t.

When another upbeat song blasted through the speakers, you threw your arms around the bride as you both squealed and jumped in excitement. The way you moved with an energy so infectious and your laugh ringing out over the music, the other guests couldn’t help but be drawn in by your carefree spirit. Some even joined in. You spun too fast, causing your balance to falter for just a second before you recovered with a hearty laugh.

Jeonghan chuckled under his breath while shaking his head.

“Your girl’s having the time of her life,” one of his friends teased as he nudged him with an elbow.

Jeonghan cracked a small smirk, lifting his glass to his lips. “She always does” he responded.

Tonight seemed a little different to him. He saw you drunk before. He saw you let loose and have fun. But this was a bit different.

Maybe it was the nostalgia in the air with the way you clung to the bride like you were sixteen again. Maybe it was the way your smile didn’t wavered all night. Maybe it was just you being unrestrained and absolutely captivating.

And Jeonghan? He was just standing there, watching. And falling a little more in love with you.

When the song ended, you doubled over, breathless with laughter. You gripped the bride’s shoulders for support as you tried not to collapse from the high of it all. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, and your cheeks were flushed from the alcohol and nonstop dancing. The bride was laughing too, both of you hanging onto each other like teenagers at your first party.

And then, there he was.

You caught sight of your boyfriend leaning casually against the bar with the other guys. He held a drink in one hand, but his eyes were locked on you with that damn smirk. The same one that made your heart skip every time.

Your giddy smile widened impossibly more. You didn’t even think.

Without hesitation, you grabbed the bottom of your dress and hiked it up just enough to free your legs. Then you took off, running towards him like you were in some ridiculous rom-com.

Jeonghan straightened instantly, and his smirk vanished into something closer to alarm as his eyes scanned your legs.

Your heels. Your long, trailing dress.

“Y/n, slow dow—”

Too late.

Your heel caught the fabric, snagging on the hem with perfect, cruel timing.

Everything swayed.

Your body pitched forward as your foot twisted at an unnatural angle. Pain shot up your leg instantly. Your arms flailed out instinctively, but there was nothing to grab, nothing to stop the inevitable.

You crashed to the ground with a hard thud and a sharp, agonising squeal that silenced the space around you.

Jeonghan’s heart slammed into his ribs. The glass slipped from his hand and fell onto the bar top as he bolted forward, pushing past the other guys without apology.

You were already curled into yourself as your hands clutched your ankle. Your face was twisted in pain, and your lips trembled as you tried not to cry.

“Ow, ow, ow!” you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut as the sharp sting started radiating from your ankle up your calf.

The music didn’t stop, and neither did the wedding festivities. Some people nearby gasped while some others laughed, but Jeonghan tuned them all out. His expression was pure panic disguised as calm, the way he always got when he was scared.

“Baby,” he crouched beside you as his hands were already reaching out to check your ankle.

“Are you okay?”

You cracked one eye open, lip wobbling as you tried to play it down. Tried and failed.

“I think my ankle is broken.”

It came out in a pitiful pout, and for a split second, Jeonghan almost smiled at how dramatic it sounded. Almost.

“Let me see.” His tone shifted, lower and more certain now. He gently lifted the bottom of your dress as he bunched it above your knee.

Your ankle was already swelling, flushed an angry red. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath, careful not to touch the spot that looked the worst. “It might just be sprained, but we’re not waiting around to find out.”

“I didn’t even run that fast” you said with a slight slur, blinking at him.

“Why were you even running? Have you seen the heels you’re wearing?” he tutted.

“I was excited!” you whined, throwing your arms around his shoulders. “You looked hot standing there.”

He let out a breathy laugh — just a small one — as he slid his arms under you. “You’re so drunk right now.”

“I know” you nodded sagely before gasping. “Hannie! This is so bad. How am I supposed to dance now?”

“You’re not,” he said firmly, not missing a beat. His tone was firm and final, and it made your face fall and bottom lip jut out even further.

“But I love dancing!” you cried, leaning into him as he adjusted you securely in his arms.

“And I love you, but you’re not risking making it worse,” he said, kissing your temple gently as he stood up fully.

You squeaked at the movement and quickly curled into him like a koala, arms locking tightly around his neck and your cheek pressing against his shoulder. The music still pulsed in the background, but none of it mattered now.

“Guess you’re carrying me around like a princess for the rest of the night,” you mumbled against the fabric of his shirt, breathing in the comforting scent of his woodsy cologne.

“Guess I am,” he sighed, smiling despite the situation.

He carefully carried you away from the main crowd and into the quiet hallway just outside the ballroom, slipping through an open door and into a side lounge area that was set up for guests needing a break from the dancing. It was dim and quieter — just the way he needed it to be right now.

Jeonghan was painfully gentle as he lowered you onto the plush velvet sofa, moving as if you were made of glass. You winced as your ankle was settled on a throw pillow. The pressure was minimal but it was still enough to make your toes curl.

He sat beside you, his hand immediately finding yours. “Do you want me to find some ice?” he asked softly, brushing the hair from your face.

You nodded, “please…” your lips trembled.

He was up in a second, vanishing down the hallway like a man on a mission, and returned moments later with a small hotel ice bucket wrapped in napkins. He kneeled in front of you as he gently pressed the makeshift compress against your ankle.

You flinched at first, then sighed at the cool relief. “That’s better,” you breathed, slumping into the sofa with your eyes fluttering closed.

Jeonghan looked up at you, taking in the disheveled mess you were. Hair wild, mascara smudged from the tears you didn't let fall, lipstick faint on your lips after all the drinking and dancing. And still, his heart clenched.

“You know, for someone who can barely walk, you’re still kind of cute,” he said, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

You cracked one eye open and smiled lazily. “You think I’m cute even when I’m a drunk disaster?”

He chuckled and brushed his thumb over your cheek. “Especially then. You’re very honest when you’re drunk. And a little clingy.”

“A little?” you scoffed. You sat up and immediately threw your arms around him again, clinging to his torso like a sloth.

“You’re lucky I didn’t propose on the dance floor.”

He laughed into your hair. “You kind of did, actually. Right before you tried to sprint in heels.”

You gasped. “No! What did I say?”

“Something about making me yours forever and then calling me ‘Yoon Jeonghan, Lord of Whiskey and My Heart.’”

“I hate me” you buried your face into his shoulder.

He smiled and kissed the top of your head. “I love you. Every ridiculous, dramatic, beautiful inch of you.”

Your heart fluttered at that. And when you pulled back slightly to look into his eyes, his expression softened even more. His hand found your cheek, thumb brushing your jaw, and then his lips were on yours. Gentle and warm. The kind of kiss that didn’t need to rush, that you were safe here.

You kissed him back with the same quiet intensity, letting your fingers curl into his shirt. “Can we stay here a while?” you asked when you finally pulled back.

“As long as you want.” He tucked a stray hair behind your ear, his eyes lingering on your face like it was the only view that mattered.

A comfortable silence fell between you. He kept the ice pressed to your ankle, and with your head resting on his shoulder, you began to drift.

“Promise me you’ll carry me like this forever,” you mumbled sleepily.

He leaned down and kissed your temple again, arms wrapping around you protectively. “Even when you can walk again, I’ll still carry you if you want me to.”

“I do.”

Jeonghan’s heart skipped at the words — slurred and accidental as they were — and for a moment, he let himself imagine it: the real version.

Loving you wasn’t something he’d ever need to be convinced to do. It was as easy as breathing.

601 notes · View notes

heyitspapayaontop · 3 months ago

Text

Pirates on the harbor

Request: None

Pairing: Dad!Charles Leclerc x Toddler Daughter!reader

Warnings: None, just fluff <3

Summary: Charles takes his family out for a day on the yacht and his daughter and him mess around.

On a sunny afternoon in Monaco, the shimmering waves danced under the blue sky as the sleek yacht bobbed gently at the marina. Charles Leclerc stood at the helm, a broad smile lighting up his features as he prepared for a day of family fun. The scent of saltwater filled the air, mixing with the laughter that echoed behind him.

"Y/N, regarde! C'est un grand bateau!" ("Y/N, look! It's a big boat!") Charles called back to his daughter, who was perched on the deck, her little fingers gripping the railing tightly. At just three years old, Y/N Leclerc was the apple of her father’s eye. With curly brown hair tumbling onto her forehead and big, bright eyes filled with wonder, she took in the world around her with pure curiosity. It was her very first outing on the family yacht, and everything delighted her.

“Papa! Un poisson!” ("Papa! A fish!") Y/N squealed, pointing excitedly at a small splash in the water. Her French babbling was cute and infectious, wrapping around the family like a warm embrace. Although she hadn’t yet learned English, her enthusiasm transcended any language barrier.

“Oui, ma chérie!” ("Yes, my dear!") Charles replied, ruffling her hair affectionately before turning back to help secure the last of the sails. He glanced over his shoulder, seeing his mother, Pascale, chatting with his brothers, Lorenzo and Arthur, who were setting up a small picnic on the deck.

“Il est beau ici, non?” (“It’s beautiful here, isn’t it?”) Y/N clapped her hands, her tiny voice ringing among the adult chatter.

“C’est magnifique!” (“C’est magnifique!”) Arthur chimed in, joining Y/N at the railing and looking over the water with her. “Tu veux voir des poissons de près, Y/N?” (“Do you want to see some fish up close, Y/N?”)

“Oui, oui!” ("Yes yes!") she bounced on her little toes, her excitement palpable.

Lorenzo leaned against the yacht’s railing, watching the two siblings. “Let’s make sure she doesn’t fall in. She still can’t swim, right?” His tone was half-joking while maintaining a protective edge; family was everything, and looking after each other was crucial, especially when it came to the youngest Leclerc.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got her,” Charles said with assurance. He moved closer to Y/N, his large hands ready to scoop her up if needed. “We’re going to have an adventure today!”

As the yacht set off, the gentle hum of the engine blended with the soft lapping of the waves against the hull. Y/N was entranced by the scene, her wide eyes reflecting the sparkling Mediterranean before her. “Ulala, papa! Regarde les vagues!” she exclaimed, her little hands flailing as she pointed at the water.

“Oui, mes petites vagues!” (“Yes, my little waves!”) Charles replied, a laugh bubbling up from his chest.

Alexandra was sitting nearby, soaking in the sun with a serene smile. She often found solace in these family moments, watching Charles and her daughter interact so freely and joyfully. They seemed to be made for each other; the ease with which they communicated, the comfort found in each other's presence, lit up the entire atmosphere. “Charles, look, you’ve got her convinced we are going on a pirate adventure!” she teased lightly, her French accent joyously intertwining with her playful demeanor.

“Argh, I’m a pirate now?” Charles grinned, pretending to brandish an imaginary sword. “Y/N, are you my first mate?”

“Oui!” ("Yes!") she shouted, jumping up and down, eyes sparkling with glee. The innocence of her childhood blended perfectly with the camaraderie that enveloped the Leclerc family aboard the yacht.

As they sailed further into the open sea, Charles dropped anchor in a serene cove. The surroundings were stunning, cliffs rising majestically from the water and lush greenery lining the shores. “This is perfect for our picnic!” Pascale announced, taking charge of the basket filled with sandwiches and fruit.

“Y/N, my little pirate,” Charles said, kneeling down to meet her gaze. “Are you ready for some treasure hunting?”

“Oui, oui, papa!” ("Yes, yes, Papa!") She nodded fervently, bubbling with excitement.

The family spread themselves across the deck, enjoying the treats while laughing and sharing stories. They called Y/N over, presenting her with a small treasure map Lorenzo had doodled. “Here, Y/N! If you follow this map, you’ll find a treasure!” he declared, pointing to the ‘X’ marked boldly on the paper.

“Treasure!” Y/N squealed, taking the map and holding it as if it were a precious artifact. “Allons-y!” (“Let’s go!”) Off she went, wandering around the deck, her imagination taking flight as she searched for hidden gems.

While Charles watched her, he felt a swell of pride and love. This little girl was a mix of him and Alexandra; her laughter, her spirit, and even her babbling French filled his heart to the brim.

Time relieved the moments, and soon they all gathered around while Y/N spotted where her ‘treasure’ might be buried—an old box hidden under a little table. “Regarde! Un trésor!” (“Look! A treasure!”) she yelled, causing every adult on board to join her in a flurry of joy. They hoisted her triumphantly, celebrating her victory.

Inside the box, they found colorful seashells and small toys, trophies of the lovely day they spent together. “C’est joli ! !” (“It’s pretty!”) Y/N said, holding up a shell, and it almost seemed to shine brighter, reflecting her wondrous spirit.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over everything, Charles pulled Y/N close, wrapping an arm around her as they stood at the edge of the deck. “Did you have fun, little pirate?” he asked as he looked across the water.

“Oui, beaucoup!” (“Yes, a lot!”) she giggled, leaning into him for comfort.

In that very moment, the world felt perfect—a father, a daughter, a family bound by love and laughter, sailing towards endless adventures in the sun-kissed sea.

#formula 1 x reader #f1 x reader #ferrari #f1 #formula 1 #leclerc!reader #toddler!reader #dad!charles leclerc #Arthur leclerc #mom!Alexandra saint mleux

379 notes · View notes

umbrella-show · 5 months ago

Text

꒰ ʚ 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁 ɞ ꒱

You can't help but feel bad for her yearn for praise she rarely gets.

Lazy little drabble. Written before Beast Yeast ep 8

This, you thought as your stature only seemed to tense even more the longer you were here, this is not fun. You had been brought here by Candy Apple cookie, who basically tried to persuade you into joining Shadow Milk cookie. She insisted you would be ‘a perfect fit’ or whatever. She forcefully dragged you to this little meeting against your will as you were wandering around the spire, looking for your friends.

You averted your gaze to the floor as Candy Apple cackled next to you, something about the Gingerbrave gang being fools for trying to fight against Shadow Milk cookie. Pure Va-..Turthless Recluse only blankly looked to the side, in his own thoughts. You glanced at him for just a second, only to look away when his gaze met yours.

Truthless Recluse brought a feeling of unfamiliarity and unease to you whenever you were near him. It made you miss your friend, Pure Vanilla cookie, who would never make you feel this way. He would smile and put his hand on your shoulder and attempt to ease your worries with soft, comforting words. He would open his eyes when talking to you. Truthless Recluse barely spoke to you, only bringing you more discomfort when he did approach you. His eyes, once soft and filled with warmth, were cold and dark. In times when he did speak to you, his tone would be void of any emotion.

The sight of your friend like this made you feel guilty. You wished you could have something, anything, to prevent Pure Vanilla cookie from becoming whoever this stranger was. You wished you could have maybe reassured him you were there for him, and that you were always willing to help him with whatever. He most likely knows of this feeling you get from him, with how obvious you were with body language, but you figured he didn’t really care.

An explosion of confetti and streamers made you jump out of your dough momentarily as Shadow Milk cookie made his dramatic entrance. Candy Apple cookie squealed in delight to see him.

“What a performance!~ Truly a masterpiece! Oh, how entertaining!~”

Shadow Milk cookie smiled widely, levitating and floating in Candy Apple cookie’s general direction. She began ecstatically ranting and asking for praise for her performance. However, Shadow Milk cookie only flew past her, approaching Truthless Recluse and praising him for his act. You blinked in confusion, glancing back at Candy Apple cookie. On her face was an expression of confusion and dejection as she stared at the Beast cookie. The sight made you feel bad for her. You looked back at Shadow Milk cookie, who was pestering Truthless Recluse. However, the latter didn’t seem to care and was unaffected by the praise.

Looking back at Candy Apple cookie’s disappointed face, you let out a small sigh. Sure, you didn’t really like her. After all, she was the one who forcefully pulled you here and works for Shadow Milk cookie. However, despite her devotion, she hasn’t made any effort to harm you. You felt she was misguided. You gently tapped her shoulder, beckoning her closer as she tilted her head in confusion. Leaning down, you quietly spoke to her with a small smile.

“I think your performance was amazing.”

She seemed to perk up, looking at you with big eyes.

“R-Really?”

You nodded, your smile widening as her eyes lit up and she regained her previous excitement.

“Whatcha chattin about, hmm?”

Looking over at Shadow Milk, he was grinning widely towards you. You shrugged. Candy Apple cookie joyously giggled at his presence. You patted Candy Apple cookie’s head while looking at him.

“Candy Apple cookie did pretty great on her performance, right?”

Shadow Milk cookie’s smile fell as he glanced at Candy Apple cookie and let out a dismissive hum.

“Hm, sure.”

Candy Apple cookie’s eyes widened and she jumped up and down in joy, not noticing Shadow Milk cookie’s displeased glance towards her as he floated away. You did hear him mutter something as he left, but you didn’t quite catch it. Your breath hitched when Candy Apple cookie grabbed your arm and pulled at it as she gushed about the praise she had gained from Shadow Milk cookie. You sweatdropped from her excitement, but nonetheless, smiled at her as she ranted. She seemed to really take Shadow Milk cookie’s praises to heart. You forgot the dislike you previously had for her in the moment as she skipped away while holding your arm close.

#umbrella stories ☂️#crk #cookie kingdom #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run kingdom x reader #crk x reader #cookie run x reader #shadow milk cookie #shadow milk #candy apple cookie #crk shadow milk cookie

703 notes · View notes

brainrot-stitch · 8 months ago

Note

….gurl help I was drawing a dandys world oc that happened to be inspired by mothman, zoned out a lil, and then realized hat I just accidentally made anti-puff

OMGGG OMGOMG SHOW.../nf

#JUMPS AROUND JOYOUSLY #SOUNDS AWESOME!!!!!!!!!#asks #c..can tbey be friends..or perhaps enemies.....either oen works..heh ....

3 notes · View notes

coralinnii · 9 months ago

Note

Hello Coral~~💖💖✨✨ Congrats on your 2.7k Milestone 💐🎂✨ Like many others, I love your villainess au and happy that many people is supporting it ✨✨ For the event request, I have some brain rots about Sebek Silver Malleus being in a friendly culture (maybe theyre visiting Yuu's hometown and its really welcoming like the people from Kalim's Hometown)!! they refer to them as like their family, gifts them foods the very moment they visited, and not bothered that theyre faes since they know theyre just creatures who protects nature~ i think its a nice culture shock for them considering how secluded and proper briar valley is ✨

‧₊˚✧ It Takes a Village‧₊˚✧

↳ Getting Culture Shock from Your Hometown

feat: Sebek ❋ Silver ❋ Malleus genre: fluff, note: no pronouns were used for reader, established relationships, set before Book 7 (mostly because I haven’t finished it yet),

A lot of the scenarios are inspired and modeled after my experiences growing up, which is very Southeast Asia-coded. So, I apologise if this is not actually how you envision. Hope you still enjoy, though.

similar post: Getting Culture Shock from your Friendly Family (Sebek, Silver, Malleus)

2.7K Followers Writing Event 2023

You’d be absolutely evil if you didn’t even try to warn your uptight boyfriend. I’d love you for that

Sebek has finally found his match as his own voice gets drowned out by the boisterous market vendors and customers, but he’s more surprised by the forward way everyone seems to address each other.

“Sir, it’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m-”

“Sebek, he’s not really my uncle. We call everyone that.”

You would have to keep Sebek on tight hold because he’s a gullible green bean. The freshman burns in embarrassment at every “handsome boy” or “strong guy” comment calling out for his attention. He won’t lie, his ego is inflated quite a bit but it’s still strange to hear someone other than you call him that.

On the other hand, he’s not too sure how to feel when vendors of all ages were calling out to you the same way. You may be used to it but Sebek isn’t, especially if he’s not used to calling you beautiful or cute himself yet.

But, he could take this as a challenge to improve himself. For every compliment they give, he’ll give you tenfold. This he swears!

To your luck, it seems that the market the two of you were visiting was hosting a mini concert as music and lights filled a well-known open space near the market.

Visitors and locals young and old surrounded the space, either resting while eating their confections or grooving to the catchy tune of the music blasting through the speakers.

Then, a particularly famous song began to play, and Sebek flinched as the crowd suddenly burst in excited cheers and laughter, you included. Many women and men jumped to their feet, with some confidently running to the center of the space. You jumped to your feet as they did, but you chose to stand close to your confused boyfriend.

Sebek’s expression was a comedic masterpiece as he watched you and many others start this synchronized sequence of silly movement, identical to the minor beat. Those who didn’t join were still clapping in unison while joyously laughing.

What sort of local ritual was this?

The synchronous dance was short lived, and soon people were divided into those who resumed their previous activity or continued swaying to the melody.

You fell into the latter category, even reaching to Sebek hoping to persuade him to join you.

Sebek was shocked and a little offended. He was a man of great honor and pride. He’d rather be caught dead than to devolve himself to this undignified manner of dance, if you could even call it so. No, he would never stoop so low, even if the string lights gave off this tempting glow around you, your soft hand still reaching out to him while you looked at him so lovingly…

Well, the knight-in-training thought he could allow such exceptions once in a while, especially when you smiled so beautifully when he joined you on the dance floor.

Don’t let Sebek know, but he became sort of a local online sensation as someone slyly took a video of him smiling so softly at you after putting on such a grumpy persona.

Every reshare of this video was always paired with the caption, “Scary man turns into puppy for his lover”

See, you can’t tell if your community is being especially friendly, or maybe it’s just that the beautiful young man next to you is just too irresistible to ignore.

All the chatty aunties were cooing over Silver and even the laid-back uncles sitting around were praising the cut of Silver’s muscular figure.

But, you won’t say anything because you just wanted Silver to smile and bask in the well-deserved praises.

“The locals here are quite friendly to strangers like me, even offering small treats.”

“Mhm, they sure are.”

Silver is amazed by the seamless blend of close bonds and community from what he sees. Customers casually chatting with workers as children run around without worries in this homely environment.

In comparison to them, Silver felt a little inadequate as he couldn’t express himself as openly as the locals do so easily.

But maybe because they’re so open with everyone, he feels this sense of safety to try.

“So you’re not from around here, are you?” The kind woman asked the silver-haired man as her fingers deftly package and wrap some snacks you two picked out to share with others back in NRC.

“No, I’m actually from Briar Valley.”

“Hmm, that’s the fae kingdom, right?” The woman’s curiosity peaked. “Are you fae, then? I couldn’t tell.”

“Well no, I’m human. I was adopted by my father who’s from Briar Valley.”

“Just him? No one else?” The store owner asked without looking at Silver once, instead moving back and forth to get things done behind the counter, but her attention was still locked on him.

“There were a few others I grew up with, but my father was the one who raised me”

It was only then when the busy woman slowed down a smidge, pausing for a moment before untying the bag that held your snacks. You watched her tossed a few more small packets of snacks near her counter.

“These are very popular, share them with your father.” She looked sternly into your boyfriend’s iridescent eyes, the first time in a while since you’ve been in the store. “Make sure to visit him, okay?”

Silver wanted to protest, to correct the misunderstanding. The snacks the two of you picked out already included some for Lilia and he couldn’t possibly ask for more without paying.

It was up to you to intervene. “Just give up, Silver. You can’t change a woman’s mind.”

The store owner nodded. “Listen to the smart one. Just take it, I insist.”

With a sliver of guilt but a lot of warmth, Silver eventually accepted the kind woman’s offering before leaving the establishment.

What Silver didn’t see however, was you sneaking a few snacks and a drink onto the counter with adequate fare tucked underneath. You shared a look with the store owner before leaving, playfully staring her down to not to refuse your offering.

The store owner let out a laugh, thinking what a cute couple you were.

Regardless of wherever he goes, Malleus sticks out like a sore thumb, a very intimidating sore thumb.

Eyes naturally glance at him with curiosity throughout the market, amazed by the regal figure walking around, like a celebrity strolling around the local areas.

If your hometown speaks another language, some of the market vendors would tell you not-so sneakily how attractive your lover was while Malleus was none the wiser.

But, as curious as the humans were, they were quick to accept him as is, which shocked the fair-skinned fae. It wasn’t as though he was being avoided or judged, but rather the community took him and his inhuman appearance as typical. Undaunted by anything, the nosy sellers would joke and compliment him like any other walking around here.

“What a handsome fae you are, you can be a model!” “And tall! He can reach the top of our tent, haha!”

Malleus can tell his horns and ears are eye-catching to say the least, but everyone was quick to grow accustomed to his features, even warning him to watch his head should he bump into anything in this crowded alley.

“Are those with my features a common prevalence in your homeland?”

“No, you’re a rarity around here. But that doesn't mean you don’t belong here any less.”

“Ah, so this is how a beautiful soul is cultivated,” Malleus thought, gazing softly as you and a kind merchant searched around the store for a shirt that could fit the future king.

The day was setting, and you and Malleus decided to rest at a popular park that was famous for its view of the town. You weren’t alone as both locals and visitors filled the space, either resting or making memories with their friends and families.

Then, you heard a whisper from a timid voice behind the two of you.

“Um, mister.” You turned around to see some local children looking curiously at Malleus.

“Are you fae?” The eldest boy spoke first, nervously clutching his jacket.

When Malleus calmly responded in affirmation, the other children lit up with excited smiles.

“You’re super tall, taller than my dad!” Another child exclaimed, “Are all fae tall like you?”

Malleus smirked rather haughtily. “Very few others, fae or otherwise, stand on par to myself.”

”I’m the tallest in my class!” The eldest boy blurted out, even puffing his chest and slightly leaning on his toes. “It’s because I drink my milk everyday. Do you drink milk?”

You abruptly nudged your lover before intervening. “Yes he does, which is why you need to drink milk and other healthy food to keep growing.”

A little girl, hidden behind the first two children, spoke out. “How long is your hair? My hair is really long too!”

She pushed her long braided hair to the front, comparing her neatly combed hair to Malleus’s direction.

“Your hair is quite long indeed, perhaps matching mine in length at first glance.” Malleus commented back, amused by the children’s competitive nature.

After sharing all of their thoughts, the curious children finally left when their guardians called them back, waving at the two of you before running out of sight. Now free, Malleus looked to you with curiosity of his own gleaming in his striking green eyes.

“The offspring of this land are inquisitive as they are fearless,” Malleus smiled in your direction. “I wonder if all children hailed from here shared these traits.”

Were you like them as a child?

You picked up on his unspoken question and replied with a cheeky expression. “Wouldn’t you like to know~”

Would he? Would he like to know if you were the type to run around so carefree and see the world with such interest and curiosity. If your future children would be like those endearing little ones just now…

Yes, he would.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #sebek zigvolt #twst sebek #sebek x reader #malleus draconia #twst malleus #malleus x reader #twst silver #twst silver x reader #2.7k followers event

518 notes · View notes

itscalledastrategyfred · 3 months ago

Text

Pirates on the harbor

Request: None

Pairing: Dad!Charles Leclerc x Toddler Daughter!reader

Warnings: None, just fluff <3

Summary: Charles takes his family out for a day on the yacht and his daughter and him mess around.

Notice: Yes, this is from @heyitspapayaontop. That is my second blog. Thank you<3

On a sunny afternoon in Monaco, the shimmering waves danced under the blue sky as the sleek yacht bobbed gently at the marina. Charles stood at the helm, a broad smile lighting up his features as he prepared for a day of family fun. The scent of saltwater filled the air, mixing with the laughter that echoed behind him.