#Mantra to get married to the person you love

[lamnwar]

Sure you can take it? Imayoshi Shouichi x Fem! Reader

MDNI 18+ knb kinktober entry!!

A/N: wrote some part of this while I was pissed drunk at a bachelorette, I think you guys will be able to tell while reading 🙂

Context: He's the worst but that dick is so good!!

Warnings: Imayoshi is a bitch but are we surprised? size kink!!, blowjob, mentioned of fingering, semi-clothed sex, unprotected sex, Imayoshi comes on reader's ass, reader cries, mix of praise/degredation (reader receiving), slight sadism, Imayoshi Shouichi as a person deserves a warning tbh

Shouichi Imayoshi is a bastard.

Or so has been your mantra for all the years that you’ve known him. Cunning eyes and a sly smile plastered on his face, enough to make you wary of him. He is, without any doubt, the guy that your mother has always warned you about. He’ll break your heart and ruin you for anyone that’s to come next.

Then, can anybody explain in all rationality the bruises on your legs from how hard he’s fucked you? Or the traces of your own nails in the palms of your hands from the excruciating pleasure he makes you feel? It’s insane, irrational even. He’s the worst, really. Such an asshole, yet you can’t help but beg for that cock as if your life depends on it. A constant chasing game, where you run away only to circle back right into his arms. He’s the moon, and you’re the tide, always coming to him in your every attempt to pull away. You can’t even tell when that started. Maybe it was just meant to be meaningless hate fuck, something that you stupidly figured would help you deal with his despicable personality better.

You have since learned not to play games with Shouichi Imayoshi, because as much as it breaks your ego to admit it, he is far more intelligent than you’ll ever be. That’s probably why you are on your way to his place right now – not even the fatigue from this week can convince you to stay away from him. You need him, desperately even, it’s ridiculous. You barge in his place almost hatefully, only to find the tall man enjoying himself a late-night drink, that annoying smirk on his lips.

“You should have told me to pick you up, it’s never a good idea for a pretty girl to walk alone at night.” He hums, leaving a sweet kiss on your forehead as a greeting.

You sigh, melting in the softness of his gesture. How can you take yourself seriously when he behaves like that? That may actually be the thing you despise the most about him. You are truly convinced that there is no greater jerk than that guy, but he doesn’t behave like one at all. Always the gentleman, he’s even had the audacity to ask you politely before ravaging you for the first time. You went back home after that first time legs wobbling like a new-born deer. You should have known that something was wrong with you back then – you couldn’t even take him all the way without crying, and yet, you keep running back to this dick as if you get your life force from it.

Today is no exception to what has become your new normal. Shouichi’s sporting an aura of calm and confidence that is almost unsettling, while you sit uncomfortably in the pool of arousal that gathers in your panties from how he riled you up enough to make you take the last train to his place. His actions are slow, calculated despite their seemingly nonchalance. The way he watches you through his glasses as he sips on his drink quietly.

“How have you been?” “Have you been sleeping enough lately?” “That’s a lovely blouse that you are wearing today, sweetheart.” “Are those rings new?”

Casual talk that would lead anyone to believe that he truly cares about you, often time letting strangers ask if you are dating. Surely, you must be! Why wouldn’t want such a charming young man all for you? A smart, classy boy, with a great sense of leadership, a wordsmith destined to greatness. The aunties would tell you to marry him as soon as possible so you can benefit from the greatness of becoming his wife. Even your friends can’t back you up, and that’s entirely on you. You could tell them how mean he is to you, how cruel he can be – but you contradict yourself with the shameless things you do in his company, and in all willingness, at that. He’s never forced you, he’s never manipulated you. No, if anything, he’s always said that he’s in love with the way you see right through him.

“You know, angel, nothing’s ever made my cock harder than he first time you called me an asshole.” He confessed once, while he was balls deep in your pussy.

And to make your case even more of a lost one, you were moaning like a bitch in heat at these words. Ultimately, Shouichi will always look at you in a way that asks who’s the real twisted one between the two of you? Because there might be something unsettling about him, but he is not the one that’s made the conscious choice to choke on his dick.

The way you get on your knees between his legs as he’s still sipping on his drink to eagerly rub your face against his bulge is already telling. He chuckles, fingers almost loving in the way they caress your hair. He takes a sip, enjoying the show you’re putting up for him. Hurrying to remove his pants and to free his semi-hard cock from his underwear.

“Fuck.”

You swear, annoyed at how big he is already. You know you’ll get wrecked by him, you know it’ll hurt good. And you know that he has all the rights to look at you in all superiority when he’s packing a dick that huge. It’s ridiculous, the spectacle of you trying as hard as you can to fit him in your mouth.

“Take your time, pretty, I’m still enjoying my drink so no rush.” He coos, pulling your head away so you can choke out some air.

You are too cocky, thinking you can stretch your mouth enough to take him that fast. You feel like a first timer, not skipping ahead any step. The languid stroke of your tongue on his tip as your hand pumps his base, letting the blood rush to the organ to bring it to life. Then your nails dig in the flesh of his thighs when you go for it, wrapping your lips around his head – so far, so good, you can take it. He sighs, watching you go step-by-step, every single action increasing the pleasure that courses through his body. Ah, you seem to have settled already, with the nice pace you’ve set as you take the first few inches of his dick.

Perfect.

The hand that was previously gently petting your head now holds your hair in a tight grip, making your scalp ache as he suddenly thrust his dick full in your mouth. You choke, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you whine. He laughs, watching the drool dripping out the corner of your slutty mouth.

“So cute… go ahead, suck me more.”

You can protest as much as you want, you still obey. Watching him with teary eyes as he fucks your throat shamelessly never fails to make you horny. You really can’t help the pulses of your clit when you do such things, or the way you feel your blood rush to all the wrong places, carrying with it lewd thoughts and shameful desires. Depravity must be your name, because nothing else can justify the pleasure you get from being treated like that.

He doesn’t even give you the liberty to decide whether you’ll suck him to his orgasm, just so you can swallow every drop of his delicious cum (also a thing that you hate about him – how can semen taste this good?).

“Stand up and bend for me.”

“But I’m not done!” you pout, to which he laughs.

“You’re a better slut when you don’t complain.”

His words are followed by a harsh kiss on your lips, tongue snaking inside your mouth to keep you quiet. He’s smart enough to tell that all your fussing and complaining is meaningless, because you instinctively always do what he says. You’d be a fool not to go with his flow – he’s let you take the lead once, just so you learn your lesson, and the evident conclusion is that it’s never going to be as good as when he’s the one setting the rules.

“Fuck you, Shouichi” you breathe out when he finally leaves your mouth.

He hums, hands already pulling down your pants, before he hooks his fingers on the sides of your panties, pulling your panties teasingly.

“Will you do it?”

He chuckles at his own joke, while you stand there, wandering if it makes any sense at all for you to be with a man like that. But you’re quick to find the answer to your question the moment his mouth founds your neck, and his fingers find your clitoris. Hand ever so slyly finding your cunt, letting you gasp in pure surprise and pleasure at the languid way he twists the bundle of nerves. He’s so smooth, making you nothing but putty in his hands. So malleable, so easy to bend and contort to his will. You are a truly, honest to god, nice girl. He’s no dupe, he knows that the venom that you spit at him is harmless – you’re a mere grass snake, nothing next to a cobra like him. He’s magnificent, you have to recognize it. He is, when he stretches your pussy good with his fingers right there in his kitchen, hot breath kissing the sensitive skin of your neck as you mewl desperately.

“Desperate, aren’t we?  Wanna go to my bedroom or are you too impatient?”

“Stop playing around!” you whine, pushing your ass back to meet his length. “Fuck me already.”

“My… and here I was trying to be a gentleman.” He clicks his tongue, hand on your lower back pushing you to arch just like he wants you to. “You’re so sweet, though, how can I say no to such a good whore?”

You whimper, feeling the tease of his tip between your folds. It’s mean – despite the softness of the act. Every second feels like eternity, leading you to leave your dignity at the door so you can plead for his cock in all neediness.

“Ah… here we go.” He lets his head tear through your walls, drawing a breathy moan out of your lips.

He grunts, hands gently caressing your hips as he stills. You wince, your mind going blank at his size. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve been in this predicament before, you may never get used to him. That cock might kill you one day, that much you are convinced of. He may try to distract you with the soft caresses on your lower stomach, or the slow circles he runs on your clit, but you know it’s a short-lived respite.

“Go ahead, fuck yourself on me” he commands, slithering voice reverbing in your empty head, before travelling down to your pussy.

Your sweet, drippy and obedient cunt that takes inch by inch. Your tears that fall silently down your cheek; Shouichi knows not to worry, you do that when you feel too good. He knows all the tells – the way your own fingernails dig in the skin of your palms when you clench your fists, and the furrow in your brows and the whimpers that roll off your tongue. The slight shake of your legs as you try to hold yourself up and the gloss in your eyes from your tears of pleasure. Nothing could make Shouichi Imayoshi more excited than the sight of you like that.

No, actually, it’s not excitement. It’s love.

He loves the way you take him, the way you cry and beg for his cock, and to see your sweet hole stretch like that to accommodate him. He feeds on the knowledge that he’s got you ruined for anybody else – no matter what harsh word you throw at him, you’ll always be back. Ass up, legs spread, back arched, pussy all for his to conquer.

“That’s a good slut…” he whispers in your ear before lightly nipping at the lobe, “you like to be split in half on my dick, hm?”

You nod eagerly, your lewd moans speaking volumes.

“You like it, when it hurts good… ah!”

He throws his head back, a soft grunt leaving his tongue as you clench around him. Surprisingly, you manage to push half of him out, but you are quick to pull it back by pushing your ass to his pelvis, your skin meeting his in loud slaps. It’s animalistic, actions driven by pure lust and nothing else.

“Gonna come, fuck!” you whine, tears blurring your vision.

It’s just such a heavenly pain, a tear in your guts that makes your soul ascends to untouched heights. Your hips have a will of their own, trying to engulf all that you can take of his massive cock, seeking more. Drunk on him, hooked on his body. You are addicted to Shouichi Imayoshi.

“Yeah, me too…” His laugh is tender, pure ecstasy that makes him thrust back just to make you come around him.

You cry loudly, the melody of your voice making his dick twitch as you let go, erratic contractions of your walls tiring your body. He’s never failed to make you come hard, giving you the kind of orgasm that you cannot reproduce without him, no matter how much you try. Strong arms hold you as your worn-out body collapse against the kitchen counter, the next following minutes being a blur.

All that you know, is that you eventually feel a big emptiness in your body when he pulls out to decorate your ass with hot ropes of cum. You are shaking, breathing through your tears. His thumb swipes the salty drops away from your face, drinking the taste of your tears. It’s so sweet, so addictive, that he can also wish to get more of it on his tongue.

“You always come for me, don’t you? That’s just lovely.”

[shenachigans]

IN MY DREAMS | Cassandra Kiramman

PAIRING: Cassandra Kiramman x Fem!Reader

CW: angst BUT bittersweet ending, old people wlw (Cassandra is in her mid-50s and reader is in her early 50s), tragic-ish love, 1950s Hollywood inspired in terms of homosexuality-ish, mentions of homophobia, give them a break they’re both old people stuck with regrets and customs of the past :( I guess you can say they’re both closeted, but Cassandra’s sexuality isn’t labeled she just loves reader, sort of 2 perspectives: first one is reader, second is a mix of both but mostly Cassandra’s, both are too depressed and heartbroken to notice their love is reciprocated, back in the old day women are expected to marry a man, reader is also a matriarch of her own family like Cassandra, most likely ooc Cassandra

SUMMARY: Cassandra loves you back, and you love Cassandra back: A confession made after decades of mutual depressive pining.

A/N: It’s giving Evelyn and Celia from The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo in a way, I don’t know why. I’ve been hyper-fixating on one of the Arcane milfs, Cassandra Kiramman, and Arcane in general lately. Don’t get me wrong, Caitlyn Kiramman is a FINE woman. I love her and her girlfriend, Vi, too, but her mother is for me to ask for her hand in marriage. PLEASE ONE CHSNCE. Oh, and I hope you shed tears as I did writing this, and if you haven’t figured it out, yes, this is based on the song “In My Dreams” by Red Velvet. I suggest you listen to it on loop while reading. Immerse yourself, dear reader. I want tears shed suffer like I did h/j (not really). Anyway, enjoy!

WORDS: 2,169

(FANFIC IS UNDER THE CUT!)

“In my dreams, you love me back,” is a mantra you’ve said to yourself all your life when you met her as a little child yet exposed to the harsh reality of the world. Her name was Cassandra Kiramman, the young scion you knew was now the head of her clan and a respectable Councilor of Piltover. 

Those beautiful blue eyes still shined with ambition, pride, and even greed, but you never thought of her differently for those qualities, rather, you respected them as they helped her become the woman she is today. Her graying hair and the fine lines on her features prove the years she has been on the top, something you were never able to achieve, but that’s okay because she still kept you around, her childhood best friend. 

You don't know why, but you’re grateful. You were nothing compared to her, with only your family name keeping you afloat. Yet, that family is not comparable to the Kirammans, the family you wished to be part of because that would mean you belonged to her, something you’ve always wanted but will never have. 

It's tragic, really, for the woman you love only regards you as a dear friend, either blinded by her ambitions to notice or never pointing it out despite knowing. You hoped it was the latter, to let her know you loved her, to let her acknowledge your love and devotion even if she would never reciprocate them because you were only a friend. Nothing more can happen between you two, especially not when she has a family of her own with a husband and daughter.

Caitlyn was someone you considered your own, having been present in her life since she was born. You remember the first time you saw her in Cassandra’s arms. The little one grasped your gloved finger with resilience, smiling up to you with the same blue eyes her mother owned; the same eyes you fell in love with. She grew up to be a stark contrast to her mother in terms of personality despite being the physical copy of the woman you love. However, stubbornness is what they share and you find it endearing. 

What would life be like if you and Cassandra had children as lovers? But that wouldn't happen. Never in a million years, never in the multiple lives you lived and would live in. Despite the one-sided love you share, you will always love her, even if it hurts more than any physical pain could inflict on your body, because "In my dreams, you love me back." 

You would settle for friendly love, something strictly platonic, a rock Cassandra can lean on in a time of need, even if your mind told you multiple times it was time to stop, that it was time to let her go and move on to live a happy life where she wasn't your world. But it’s difficult when she was your world when she was the one who gave you light. You couldn’t let her go, and now it has been decades, facing a reality far different from your dreams.

“Do you still plan on getting married?” Cassandra asked out of the blue, a cup of tea in hand, clasped between nimble gloved fingers in the privacy of the Kiramman residence garden. She had prepared your favorite tea, personally brewing it to your liking just to see that satisfied expression on your face.

Cassandra studied your features to see how time had treated you with your graying hair and fine lines. You still looked as beautiful as the day she first met you when you two were children. A glimpse of your bright smile had rocked her world as a young scion, who focused on nothing but her duties for the future. The way your eyes now crinkled with wings when you smiled, she found it endearing.

She wanted to remove her gloves and reach out to feel your cheeks with her bare hands, to feel the warmth of your skin on hers and brush it so lovingly with her thumbs as she pressed her forehead against yours, but she withheld her inner turmoil with a masked expression. Touching you so intimately felt inappropriate considering you two were only good friends.

You raised a brow as you placed your teacup on the saucer, setting it on the table. A small amused chuckle left your lips. “What do you mean? I fear I’m too old to marry, Cassandra. If you’re worried about who will inherit my clan, I assure you, my niece is more than fit for the role. Even if I did marry and have a child, the little one would be far too young and inexperienced to carry such a burden on their shoulders,” you say with a smile, and you miss the way her lips frown slightly at your answer. 

Cassandra watches as you sip your tea, the way you elegantly hold the cup and present yourself before her with manners unmatched by royals is sickening. The person before her was not the same person she knew and fell in love with years ago. Who was this? Where was the person who always brought a smile to her face and made her heart swell? Why did it feel like you were slipping away, despite your proximity?

She had been contemplating these questions for the past three decades. You had built barriers around yourself, and even she couldn’t get through them to see the real you and what you were feeling. She didn’t want the woman she loved to hide behind a mask, but she never dared ask because she was scared. She was scared she couldn’t help you, she feared that her love would drive you away with disgust and contempt. 

A woman loving another was unacceptable when you and Cassandra were younger. You two have seen the consequences of people who tried to fight for it. It was seen as crude and you two were both heirs to your respective families. She couldn’t risk tarnishing your family name and your safety, and she couldn’t risk her position, that would mean she would never be allowed to see you again, so she kept you close as much as she could without raising suspicion, but she also kept you at an arm's distance albeit reluctantly. 

All Cassandra needed was to be by your side as much as she allowed herself. She yearned for more, but that would be selfish, that would mean disregarding your privacy and space, and she was seen as selfish since she was on the Council, but she would never put herself first when it came to you. 

“I don’t think you are too old, and yes, I am worried about who will succeed you, but… that wasn’t why I was asking,” Cassandra said carefully and averted her gaze onto her tea, the liquid reflecting her face. She saw the creased eyebrows on her features, and how her eyes seemed to have glazed with unshed tears. She can feel your curious gaze on her and she blinked profusely to calm her eyes. She didn’t want to worry you for suddenly crying. “Are you not lonely?” she asked as she looked at you expectantly and the way you smiled felt like a knife to her heart. It was rueful and she hated it.

“I don’t need to marry to avoid loneliness, Cassandra,” you say. “Marriage was not something I particularly wanted, though it was needed to keep appearances but I survived as a spinster. I was surprised Mother didn’t nag me too much for not finding a husband and bearing children. May she rest in peace. Father didn’t really have a say, but he told me that marriage…” You look into her blue eyes. “…wasn’t the only thing that binds you to the person you love.”

Cassandra’s eyes widened at the revelation. What you said was true, that truth was what allowed her to marry Tobias and have Caitlyn with him for the clan’s sake. But the way you gazed into her eyes, it felt like those words were meant for her. She couldn’t be seeing things, could she? Times have changed… Would it be okay for her to say it? To hope that you love her like she loves you? She steadies her breath and places her teacup and saucer on the table. It’s now or never. 

If she can’t say it at least once in both of your lifetimes, does she even deserve to love you? 

Cassandra could feel your gaze as you watched her with furrowed brows when she suddenly discarded her gloves and stood from her seat across from you to stand by your side. Her heart was hammering in her chest when you craned your head to look up at her as she towered over your sitting figure. She could tell you were confused, maybe even shaken, when she just stared at you, but she saw how you widened your eyes when she slowly and gently cupped your cheeks with her bare hands and stroked the apple of your cheeks with her thumbs. 

She saw part of the real, old you in your usually guarded eyes, it gave her a flicker of hope and her lips started to tremble when you didn’t push her away and instead placed your hands on hers. She had wanted to hold you like this the moment she realized she loved you. 

“Cassandra, what are you—” you say with worry but you cut yourself off when you see the tears that swelled in her eyes. This wasn’t like Cassandra, the normally poised and dignified woman you loved. It reminded you of the rare times she would become reckless like Caitlyn when you two were younger. 

She never told you, but those were the times she felt the most human, not because she didn’t have to put up fronts, but because she could be human with you without judgment and expectations and show herself to the person she loved, albeit having to limit herself from her insecurities.

“I never told you this, I couldn’t dare let you see this side of myself, but I can’t keep it hidden anymore. I have dreams I think about all the time. In my dreams, there was you and I…” 

Cassandra paused and averted her eyes from you by lowering her head, gazing at the necklace she gave you as children with a pendant that matched the color of her eyes to keep a part of herself with you at all times. She can’t believe you still held onto it after all these decades. Did you cherish it that much?

“...We were lovers. In that world, I could love you freely without the duties and expectations placed upon me and the judgment of the world. In that world, I could call you ‘my wife,’ ‘my dearest,’ and ‘my love.’ I could be by your side to love and dote on you. We would have as many children as you wanted and have little versions of ourselves running around the Kiramman or your family’s residence. In that world, we would grow old together, watch as our family grows, and leave a mark of our love even as we take our last breaths…

I love you, and… In my dreams, you love me back.”

Cassandra hadn’t realized she was crying until your hand cupped her cheek, your thumbs wiping the falling tears. Your touch was so tender and she leaned into it, to the warmth of your hand, and hesitantly met your gaze. 

Oh.

You were crying too. She didn’t want you to cry. It pained her to see you so hurt and in tears, but you were smiling, it was a smile she hadn’t seen in forever, the smile she fell in love with. She was taken aback when you stood from your seat and brushed her silver hair to the side before pressing your foreheads together, your noses brushing each other’s. She closes her eyes when you do and basks in your proximity and warmth, her arms encircling your waist. Her heart swells when you speak.

“I also have the same dreams, my love,” you say, resting your hand on her shoulder as you continue to stroke her cheek with the other. “In my dreams, you love me back. I never wanted to wake from them, and I prayed that you would stay forever so that we would be happily forever after.”

You never knew she also felt this way and that she would admit her feelings for you, it makes your heart flutter. You may never have each other exactly like you would want in both of your dreams, but the admission that she loved you back was all that mattered, and you can tell she felt the same which puts a smile on your face, the smile she always brought to your face when you were children. 

“I love you, too, Cassandra. I’m happy my dreams have come true.”

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[cixteenyne]

Diluc is Daddy

In honor of this, I turned it into a short little brainrot despite it not even being a request.

Enjoy

Content warning(s): use of daddy/mommy (parental role terms)! Diluc and reader are married, reader is female, breeding kink, vulgar wording (cock, pussy, the usual)!

Diluc wasn't a rough guy, well he was- but not with those he loved to his very core.

If that was as true as you wanted it to be, then you wouldn't be bent over the counter of ‘Angels Share’, a hair's breadth away from the view of prying eyes, all of them just drunk enough to pass off the creaking, slapping and groaning as roughhousing and a “bard's bad ballad” with a dry throat, because of course, what else could it be in their minds?

Diluc had a particularly meticulous day, drunkards all over the place, Charles seemingly nowhere to be found until just 3 minutes ago, 7 orders per person on a celebratory night he suddenly has to supply for? Ridiculous is his mind, and it would be just as ridiculous in yours if you were able to use it at the moment, but your brains were currently being fucked out of your eyes in the form of hushed tears and hurried breaths only faintly heard.

It was like you couldn't think straight, and you wouldn't be able to even after all of this, you never were. His cock was able to ruin you like that.

Diluc seems to make it his mission to get you both noticed, teetering on the edge of public indecency, just for the scare factor, that factor that made your pussy clench impossibly tight around him when he whispers how close you both could be to getting caught, or when you think you hear someone getting a bit too close, only for him to speed up- daring you to break your cover.

you could never tell what went on in his head in these moments. He was a man of privacy, but when he got like this? All frustrated, annoyed and overworked, he seemed to toss all of those privacy ideals out the window just to enjoy you to your fullest, never caring about who interrupted, he knew he'd just keep going, and possibly go even harder, faster- deeper. 

It was a miracle the counter wasn't shaking from the sheer force of his cock hitting the deepest parts it could, He would always apologize when he was like this,

you didn't know what he was apologizing for really, for not being able to fit all of himself inside your needy cunt? For being so rough? For not being able to help himself when you did your best to get away from prying ignorant eyes.

He always had some body part on you, his cock was already impossibly filling you, but that wasn’t enough, he needed to be closer, melt into you, merge with you until your body was able to know him and react to him as well as his did yours.

His chest always pressed into your back, a hand on your hips, keeping you in place, making sure you'd never want to leave him. Trying to quell the slight shivers of the counter, placing a steady hand on the edge he had you placed on.Kisses everywhere you could think of, he wanted you to know he was remorseful for his roughness, but that didn't mean he was sorry enough to stop the relentlessly delicious pace of his hips slamming back and forth, seemingly trying to push something that isn't there inside of you.

And he was.

Ever since he'd put a ring on it, you were his, he'd claimed you in body, soul, and mind, everything else had been checked off, but until you were full of his children? That could never be crossed off the list.

you were going to make him a daddy, you would be such a pretty little wife, a mommy to his child, that he put inside you, something no one else can do.He repeated his mission as if it would speed it up, and maybe it would “F-…..uck, make me a’daddy baby” 

A whisper of a mantra he didn't dare break, his breath mixing with his voice as it cracked and broke under the intense load he was holding back. he would make you a mommy and he would be daddy.

Diluc is indeed daddy Anon.

(Please do not copy!! Inspiration I will let slide…just let me know! Yea you can still reblog bbg ahaaa😜.)

[venerawrites]

Hi! I'm so excited you're writing for Naruto 🥰 So many blogs don't really write for it anymore, so I'm so grateful 🫶🏻 Could I please request Kakashi x fem reader angst, where reader and Kakashi are in an established relationship, maybe even married, but they get ambushed on a mission and reader sacrifices herself to save him? I really love Kakashi and I'm in an angsty kinda mood. Anyway thank you so much, I hope this is okay. Have a nice day! ❤️

author's note: I'm so sorry this took ages to write! I keep slipping in and out of angsty mood, so it did take longer than expected! x anyway, I really hope you enjoy it, and thank you so much for requesting! <3

warnings: mentions of death, blood, alcohol abuse

Never mix personal life with your professional duties.

This was one of the most important rules of the shinobi world. They have tried to drill this mantra into your heads since your early teenage years and kept repeating it every so often, just in case you forget.

Growing up, it was easy to follow this principle - all of your friends were civilians and you weren't particularly close with anyone from the academy, so you lived your life in peace, knowing that you don't have to worry about the people you loved and cared about.

Little did you know, however, that a certain white-haired shinobi would change that in your adulthood...

You heard of Kakashi in your early academy days. Being three years older than you and already an ANBU, your knowledge about him was based only on the rumours that kept circling the village about his past and the unfortunate death of his teammates. But it wasn't till he became a Jonin sensei, that you had the chance to meet him for the first time.

You did not have a team to lead on your own, but due to your hard work and devotion to the kids in the academy, you were often sent to help with their training and low-level missions. Team 7 was often the one needing the most help since it not only consisted of the stubborn and grumpy last survivor of the Uchiha clan, but also the hyper-energetic and mischievous 9 tails Jinchuriki.

Naturally, you and Kakashi became close. Having to supervise and protect a group of highly intelligent, stubborn, and, often, reckless genins proved to be a good enough reason for you to form some from of a friendship.

It did take a couple of years for love to blossom between you. With him being occupied primarily with the training of young ninjas and ensuring the safety of the Hidden Leaf Village, romance was not one of the things on his list of priorities. And at the time he was fine with this - you can't miss something that you never had.

But the more you matured, the more you gravitated towards each other. You worked so well together, that you started to be regularly paired for missions excluding his students. Soon after, you started to spend time outside work together. Before you knew it, you became partners in more sense than once.

And the more time passed, the more blurry the line between work and pleasure became... to the point that one single mistake changed everything.

It was a peaceful night when it happened. A day away from Konoha, you, Guy, and Kakashi were resting on your way back from delivering the sealed scrolls containing information about the next Chunin exams to Suna. You had found a small cave, tucked deep in the forest, and decided it was the perfect place to hide not only from any potential attacks, but also from the raging rain outside.

"C'mon!", you nudged Kakashi's shoulder with your own, before throwing one look at sleeping Guy and turning back to your lover, "He is deep asleep, he won't hear a thing."

The white-haired ninja gave you a stern look, but the little smile that formed on his covered lips betrayed his real mood. Moving his focus on the fire before you, he poked the burning wood with a stick, before mumbling:

"One more reason to stay still and alert", he pointed out, giving you a playful side glance, "We are supposed to be on guard."

Rolling your eyes, you let out a childish puff and crossed your arms in front of your chest.

"Guard from what? The owls?", you whined, before nudging him one more time, "C'mon, Kakashi! One kiss is all I am asking for! I haven't kissed you in like... weeks!"

"We have been away only for a few days", he lifted his brow in amusement, before leaning towards you, "And I am pretty sure you managed to steal yourself a kiss this morning. Your math is awfully bad, little dove."

You opened your mouth to respond, but quickly closed it after no good comeback came to your mind. It was true that you last shared a kiss this morning and you did exaggerate a bit about the time that has passed since then, but can anyone blame you? You were deep in your honeymoon phase when all you could think about was your lover and the feeling of his lips against yours... And making it worse, was the fact that he purposefully took with him that rich and smoky smelling perfume, that was driving you insane.

"Kakashi!", you whined his name, giving him a pleading look. Tilting his head to the side, he let out a chuckle, before carefully pulling his mask down, exposing his beautiful face.

Slowly leaning towards you, he maintained eye contact, before pressing his slightly chapped lips against yours. Immediately fluttering your eyes close, your hands found their way behind your neck, pressing his face closer toward you. Letting out a contempt sigh, you leaned to your right, giving you a better angle to keep up with the sensual dance your mouths indulged in.

After a few seconds, he pulled away, pressing the cold metal of his headband against your forehead. His breath was heavy and he gave himself a minute, calming his wildly beating heart.

"Happy, little dove?"

A wide smile stretched on your face and you eagerly nodded your head, about to respond, when you suddenly got interrupted by the loud sound of a kunai landing right above your head. Both you and Kakashi, immediately jumped from your places, your hands already reaching for your own weapons, while you shouted to Guy to wake up.

Your attackers quickly filled the cave and they visibly outnumbered you, leaving you to fight two of them each. You knew Kakashi and Guy could handle themselves, they were one of the most skillful shinobi in Konoha, after all. Yet the moment you saw one of the ninjas sneaking behind your lover's back with a sword raised high in the air, your feet suddenly had a mind of their own. You dodged a punch aimed at your face, but rather than fighting back, your body threw itself behind Kakashi, a piercing scream leaving your lips once the blade went through your stomach.

The world around the white-haired ninja abruptly stopped.

All the shouting, the sound of clashing weapons, Guy's screams for him to focus... the moment he fell your body crashing against his, it was all silence. His arms instinctively wrapped around you, protecting you from falling on the rocky ground, while his knees gave up under him. One of his hands immediately moved towards your wound, trying his best to stop the bleeding, while his other one found its way towards your face.

Kakashi's fingers shakily moved towards your forehead, moving away the few damp pieces of hair sticking to your skin. Tracing the side of your cheek, he didn't even notice he was crying, till a few teardrops fell down onto your skin. Your eyes, which were also glossy, stared at him and your lips moved, trying to say something, but the only thing that came out was blood.

"Shh, don't talk", Kakashi choked out, pressing his fingers against your mouth. Finally gaining the courage to look down, all the breath left his body once he saw how much blood you were losing, despite his best attempts to stop the bleeding.

"We have to get you to the village the fastest way possible", he muttered with a shaking voice, his arms sneaking under your body in order to lift you. You moaned from pain at the contact, using the last bit of energy to grab one of his wrists.

"N-no...", you whispered, a hefty amount of blood dripping from the corner of your mouth, "Hel-.. He.. Help Guy..."

Hearing the name of your teammate, Kakashi finally remembered you were not alone, and his head whipped around only to find the other male continuing the fight all by himself. His rough posture and scratches covering all over his face were showing he would not last long and Kakashi immediately felt his chest tightening.

He knew he had to join in and help him, but how could he leave you all alone, bleeding to your death?

Almost as if you were reading his mind, you weakly squeezed the wrist in your hold:

"Go...", you muttered, your lips twitching into a small, sad smile, "I... I will... b-be... f-fine."

"Little dove, don't... I... Why...", Kakashi cried out, not sure how to finish this sentence. Grasping your face with his hands, he pressed his mouth against yours, ignoring the metallic taste that immediately washed over his senses once your blood touched his tongue. His tears were now freely falling from his eyes and he could not hold his sobs back any longer.

Your lips weakly moved against his for a minute, before you had to sharply take a breath. Your consciousness was slowly slipping away and your gaze was now cloudy, unable to focus on one particular thing. You felt coldness slowly making its way through your limbs, bringing a strangely welcoming feeling of numbness and peace. Despite your vision getting blurry, your head tilted to the side, the outline of your lover's face still clear.

"I.. I love y-you", you breathed out, one final tear making its way from the corner of your eye. Kakashi carefully caught it with his thumb, his head violently shaking from side to side.

"No, no, no!", he kept repeating, his voice cracking, "Please just... please just stay with me!"

Your stare remained unmoving and it took a few seconds for the white-haired ninja to realize that your breathing had stopped as well.

It was too late...

you were gone.

Dozens of feelings washed over the Leaf shinobi at the same time. Pain. Sadness. Rage. Shock.

With an angry scream, he pressed your now limp body against him, while one of his hands moved to move his headband away from his face, showing his already glowing Sharingan.

The fight lasted a few minutes afterward, maybe even less. Fuelled by his raw pain, Kakashi did not hold himself back, slaying all of the enemy ninjas one by one. Soon the ground was crimson red and the only remaining sound was the white-haired man rigid breathing and the sound of the rain, which kept pouring outside the cave.

"Kakashi...", Guy carefully said, his gaze moving to your already cold body which rested in the corner of the cave. He bit his lip, unsure what to say, choosing instead to remain still and quiet. He couldn't control himself, however, once Kakashi's heavy breathing turned into sobs again, and he wrapped his arms around his friend.

"I am sorry...", the black-haired man sighed, a shaky breath leaving his lips as well. His own eyes started to tear up and he tried his best to blink them away, a poor attempt to remain strong for your lover, who was already falling apart in his arms.

The next few hours they spent in silence, with Guy guarding the entrance, while Kakashi held your cold hand in his own, his eyes staring at your face like he hoped you were just in a deep sleep and would wake up any moment.

Or perhaps, he was hoping that he was the one dreaming and that once the sun rose high in the sky, he would wake up, finding your smiling face nested comfortably between his neck and shoulder...

But that never happened. Instead, the hours kept passing with him frozen in his place next to you, till Guy gently laid his hand on his back, telling him it was time to go. With one last kiss on your cold forehead, Kakashi took off his jacket and laid it carefully over your body, before scooping it in his arms.

Leaving the cave, his eyes kept staring ahead, his expression now unreadable. The memories of you, that kept flashing before his eyes during the whole night, were now pushed at the back of his brain, while only one though kept occupying his mind:

Never mix personal life with your professional duties.

He failed to do that.

Again.

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"Tsk, how sad!", the man behind Kakashi muttered under his breath, "I bet he is spending his whole pay on drinks again!"

The woman next to him shushed him, hitting him on the shoulder while doing so.

"Be quiet!", she scolded, "He will hear you!"

The man scoffed, his eyes not moving from the white-haired ninja before him, who kept calmly putting his shopping away, without even glancing in their direction.

"Well, let him hear! Because it is pathetic, it's what it is!", he grumbled, making sure to speak as loudly as he could, "One of our best ninjas turned alcoholic... Look at him! He doesn't even look like himself anymore!"

Years ago Kakashi would have turned around and silenced them just with a glare. But now... he had no more energy for that.

Because they didn't understand and would never be able to understand what he had gone through. They would never have to bear the burden of having someone else's blood on their hands, neither would they experience the feeling of guilt that would tear their soul apart, a constant reminder that they could not protect the ones they loved.

So why would he bother explaining to them that the only reason why he had to be under the influence, was because this was the only way to feel close to you again? The only way to silence the voices inside his head, which kept reminding him how it was him who was supposed to be dead, not you?

Instead of replying, he just grabbed his bag and exited the shop. He walked hurriedly towards his house, eager to open the bottle of sake he just bought and mute the feeling of missing you, that kept breaking his heart every single time he was completely sober.

"Kakashi!", Guy's voice sounded somewhere behind him, and his step halted for a bit, turning around. His friend gave him a little smile, which immediately fell, once his eyes fell on the neck bottle which poked out of Kakashi's bag. It was not easy to watch one of your best friends falling deeper and deeper into a hole, refusing any of your help.

The white-haired man suddenly felt small, almost embarrassed by the look the other male gave him. But instead of waiting, the moment he saw him walking towards him, he just turned around and almost sprinted back to his house.

Closing the door, he let out a breath, he didn't even know he was holding. Kicking his shoes aside, he made his way towards the kitchen and took out the piece of bread and the few bottles of alcohol he had brought earlier. Opening one of them, he didn't even bother to grab a glass, before he made his way towards the bedroom and sat down against his pillows.

Grabbing the picture of you that he kept on the bedside table, he gently traced your smile with his thumb, before taking a sip of his drink. The burning sensation in his throat was irritating, but it was nothing compared to the burning feeling inside his chest.

"We will be together soon, little dove...", he smiled sadly, "I promise."

cc artwork: concept art for "Wheel of Time"

[alottiegoingon]

I'M ONLY SEVENTEEN, I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING

alicent hightower x fem!reader

summary: your average homoerotic friendship.

warnings: brief fluff, comphet, princess!reader, short angsty blurb, not proofread.

as you step down from syrax, the first person your eyes find is lady alicent. though the courtyard is filled with guards, maids, helpers, and officials busy with their tasks, it is alicent hightower who holds your gaze.

"syrax is growing quickly," alicent notes as you approach, a playful smirk dancing on her lips as she looks down from the carriage. "she'll soon be as large as caraxes."

"that's almost big enough for two riders," you jest, well aware of alicent's hesitation to get anywhere near the golden beast. you can't fault her for fearing such a massive creature, but her denials are always amusing.

"i believe I'm quite content as a spectator, thank you," alicent responds, ending any hopes of her flying with you on syrax. her words, however, still manage to elicit a grin from both of you as you enter the carriage.

in the garden, your head was resting on alicent's lap, your hair cascading over her dress as she held a heavy tome in her hands. you were taking the risk of being crushed right on the face, but honestly didn't care about it.

"are you excited to be wed one day?" you ask out of the blue, fidgeting with your fingers on your stomach, watching alicent's lips purse and her shoulders rise in a slight shrug.

"i suppose i am. it's quite romantic. what about you?"

but she didn't have to ask you that to know your answer. like a mantra you repeated to yourself and everyone else around you, you weren't exactly interested in becoming someone's wife. well, a man's wife.

"you already know my answer," you clear your throat, briefly looking away from alicent to watch how entertained your hands were. it was painful to look up in that position, anyway. you definitely weren't avoiding her while talking about such feelings.

alicent knew you too well, and it wasn't easy to hide from her. she wanted to touch your chin and make you face her again, but she didn't. she contained herself and listened to you, already anticipating your words.

"do you ever think about how wonderful it would be if everyone was allowed to wed their dearest friends? people they truly love instead of marrying for wealth and alliances?" but alicent didn't expect that, and her heartbeat picked up as she heard you. with a meaning behind it or not, her muscles tensed.

"i do think that would be nice," she replied after a few seconds, what felt like hours in complete silence to you. "and a great way to flee from your position as well."

"i assume fleeing on dragonback is always an option," your gaze finally rises, shyly meeting alicent's. "i could wait until syrax is big enough for two."

"oh, and you plan to bring me into this mess with you?" alicent asked, her casual playful tone returning along with her smirk. she tried to sound surprised, but the idea of exploring the world and leaving king's landing wasn't a secret of yours.

"naturally," a faint chuckle escaped your lips. "syrax would be nice. she knows much about you," you tease her, observing her smile widen and eyes dart across your face for a bit too long.

"you talk to your dragon about me?" her eyebrows wriggled and she could not hide a dazzling smile begging to appear, intoxicated with the idea of her name leaving your mouth. "only good things, i hope."

matching her mischievousness, you smile back, slowly getting up from alicent's lap to sit by her side, your hands touching the grass as your back rested against the tree. "not exactly. i told syrax that you are a frightened little girl, and terrible at dancing."

alicent's eyes widened and she gasped, offended at your words. "i am not! you just haven't been blessed with the opportunity to witness my grace!" she raised a hand to her chest and scoffed, trying to hold her serious expression for a moment longer but failed.

"and i am not a frightened little girl."

"i'm sure you wouldn't mind flying with us, then," and she rolls her eyes, silently reprimanding you but never giving up on a sweet casual smirk.

"and i'm sure you wouldn't scare me too much or make me hold onto you for my dear life?" her brow arches and a few strands of hair cover her face as the wind lingers around the two of you.

"i wouldn't bet on that."

you didn't know how or when the topic changed and grew more intense, making even the last inch of your body tense up. perhaps it was when you let it slip that you'd happily run away and leave everything behind in a blink of an eye. all you needed was a dragon and her.

"me?" she asked quietly, hardly believing it. "you don't need anything else? just... me?"

"just you," you affirm, gently nodding. it was as simple as that. scared of where this could possibly lead to, you get up. it was indeed getting late, the sun was starting to set and you should get inside. but your answer wasn't enough for her.

"and what about our duties?" she lifts from the ground, fixing her dress and wiping any dirt from the fabric, following you. "our responsibilities to our homes? our families..."

"i don't need it," you shrug. such an obvious answer to you. "you know how terribly i despise the idea of marriage. especially to a foolish man twice my age who's only interested in the kingdom's wealth. i'm not like you."

alicent felt a pang in her chest at the hidden disappointment in your tone, knowing that the feeling was directed at her. being told what to do and how to act since the day she was born wasn't something she could control.

"it's a part of who i am, whether you like it or not..." she shifted uncomfortably, her expression shifting to sadness.

“if i can’t get my best friend to not marry a stranger then being a princess is useless,” you utter. of course, she didn't care about marrying a complete stranger when her father was always by her side, taking control of her life like a puppet.

alicent stayed silent and avoided your gaze more than ever before, the guilt and shame making her uncomfortable, and the thought of you being upset and disappointed adding to it even more. she could tell you were struggling too, with feelings and words to say, she could feel the tension.

“i can’t just… not marry,” she eventually said softly, keeping her eyes down at the ground. “it’s my duty. it isn’t as easy as you seem to think it is.”

she was right, you were very aware. if it was hard for you to convince your own father of avoiding marriage, it certainly wasn't a choice for her. still, you despised the idea of watching alicent become someone's wife.

“are you marrying because you want to or because your father says it’s your duty?”

her breath caught in her throat at the question, and she remained silent for a moment, her throat going dry.

“i…” she hesitated. “both…?”

“really?” you scoff, eyes hardening, narrowed towards her. “you don’t mind marrying someone just for the benefits of it? someone old enough to be your grandsire? with no love?”

the look on your face, the way you sounded, and your trembling lower lip made it feel like someone was stabbing a knife through her chest. she paused and swallowed, averting her eyes again. “i don’t… mind it."

you couldn't believe alicent's words, frowning at the unexpectedness of them and at how easy it was for her to accept her fate of a future where you weren't directly included. "i'm happy for you, then."

alicent could feel tears slowly building up, the sight of your hurt eyes and the way you whispered those words feeling like a punch straight to her gut. she was filled with guilt again, and a sudden urge to take everything she had just said back. but she didn’t.

“i should get back, it's late," you step backward, hands hiding behind your back. "i hope you have a pleasant rest of the day, lady alicent,” avoiding her eyes, you say, being unusually formal.

the familiar and formal title felt like another stab through her heart, her chest aching even more with shame. she swallowed hard but didn’t look away from you. “you too, your highness….” she said quietly, equally as formal.

[bbnibini]

Random Cocytus Hall Headcanons

Mornings start late. Breakfast is lunch, lunch is dinner and dinner are some random snacks in the middle of the night–small and bite-sized, especially made for one particular sorcerer who has a tendency to forget his meals once he’s deep in his research.

Solomon gained a habit of eating anything that’s put in front of him, your pen? Gone. MC? Why is the steak crunchy? Man’s literally pavloved to do this because he wouldn’t eat otherwise. (Thanks, OG!Timeline, Simeon.)

Your weekends are spent scouring for magical items that will be considered rare in the original timeline/future. An "investment" if you will.

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?” “Am I also a worm, MC?” “No????” “Can I be one too? 🥺👉👈” (He doesn’t want you to be alone)

“Pretending” to be a couple to get couple’s discounts in everything. Purposely making a scene in public for clout. (Fake proposals, wholesome pranks and polite catcalling). You both like the chaos. Responsibly (because Barbatos is watching). Sometimes, Asmo joins in too!

Every day is a marathon to outrun Solomon to the kitchen. It’s rather unfortunate that most of the time when it’s his turn to do the cooking, something goes wrong and you have to eat out. Not like he minds (a date is a date<3).

This is you everytime you try to wake Solomon in the morning. (He’s a notorious night owl and also a light sleeper, so he made some precautions to get a good rest by casting several layers of sound blocking spells that activate once his brain waves fall into a specific frequency range. And yes. You have to disarm them One.By.One. Every.Morning.) As much as you want him to sleep longer, unfortunately, RAD doesn’t have night class. :’( (What is even “night” in Devildom if it’s always dark? Don’t mind me having an existential crisis over a fictional realm lmao)

Solomon isn’t the type of person who voices out his grievances. He’s the type who endures and always tries to act “maturely”, especially in situations he considers unfair. (Please protect this man. He doesn’t know a thing about receiving compassion nor affection. It’s a very touchy subject to him; he would rather give and get nothing in return. Because that's what always happens. Kindness makes him vulnerable and being vulnerable scares him. )Why would he make his dearest apprentice worry? You are a person meant to be loved(unlike him), and he is painfully aware how he would have to share your attention with everyone else. What you might not know is how much he beats himself up over feeling “petty emotions”. Jealousy? Loneliness? A few swigs of liquid courage would make him forget, even just for the night. He is Solomon the Wise, not Solomon the Fool.

Is the type who answers you in person every time you try to text him in Decommunication:

You Hey, do we still have some bread? seen 1 hour ago

Then when you got tired waiting for him to text back he just: *Teleports behind you* “I bought some now! Did we forget anything else?”“SOLOMON I AM LITERALLY IN THE BATHROOM RIGHT NOW! HOW DID YOU GET HERE? WHY CAN’T YOU ANSWER MY TEXTS LIKE A NORMAL PERSON?!”“But…what about the bread? :( I got it for you.” "GET. OUT." "Do you need toilet pap-" "GET OUT!!!"

Contrary to Solomon’s defeatist beliefs, you crave his presence as much as he does. The little traces of him in Cocytus hall that lingers there even in his absence brings you so much comfort and reassurance. He is the first person you turn to in difficult times. “If Solomon is here, everything will be okay.” is a mantra you like muttering to yourself when you are especially troubled. Perhaps if a certain, depressed and inebriated soul would come to hear it, his own heart’s worries would finally be silenced.

WE GET IT! YOU’RE MARRIED!!  <; —----- everyone when you talk about each other

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Happy NB Remix Release! Take this late tribute (AO3 mirror)

[blues824]

Imagen mitsuri in the remarried empress

🌸Her being a new lady in waiting to navier and her first hiding her strength apitite and her pink hair.

💮But on day while attending to navier her natural pink hair shows and and when navier points it put she freaks out and tells navier the truth and imagine navier saying that she loves her hair like that.

🌸How would she and her ladies in waiting react to how her hair became pink that she ate 170 sakura mochi a day for 8 months for it to happen.

💮After a while she shows her full strength and appetite to navier and she doesn't shame her for it and they start to become good friends that can be themselves without the public shameing them.

🌸How would everyone react to navier usually timid lady in waiting being the lovely pink hair showing how she is actually like and her becoming popular for her lovely truthful attitude.

💮Imagen sovieshit asking navier for her to give the mitsuri to rattrash as her lady in waiting "because rattrash is as lovely as her "and navier having a hard time because she doesn't want to lose her friend but she stays loyal to her because of navier her acceptance of her tru self.

🌸How would navier react to her admiting that she hid her tru self so guys would not be freakd out by her strength apitite and her unusual hair to find her a husband and imagine navier introducing kosiar to her.

💮Kosiar is the obanai to the mitsuri and them instantly getting along and imagine her and kosiar getting married and the mitsuri being herself because kosiar loves strong women and how happy navier whoud be for them.

This request is so cute. Does not include Heinrey.

Sovieshu

He met you during your first day on the job as one of Navier’s ladies-in-waiting, and he was almost immediately in love. Your then-black hair really complimented your eyes and face in a pleasant way. But, you eventually let out the truth that you had differently colored hair and stopped dying it. His heart was pounding against his chest so harshly, he thought it might actually burst.

Your kind disposition only made him fall harder. Sure, you tried to avoid him as much as you could, but in the situations where you couldn’t you still remained calm and considerate, while also trying to speak up so that he didn’t have to lean in close to hear you. After all, you were still loyal to Navier and would never even imagine trying to steal her husband… unlike somebody.

But your ‘be kind’ mantra was interrupted when you heard that Sovieshu requested you to be Rashta’s lady-in-waiting instead of Navier’s. You let out a gasp as well as a few tears upon hearing this from the Emperor himself, and he tried to kneel down and hold your hand in his to comfort you, but you shrugged him off and ran to the Empress. He later received a letter from you stating that you would not work for the mistress and that you would rather be fired than work for her.

A few months later, his wife told him that you had gotten engaged to her older brother. This shocked Sovieshu because he never knew that the two of you were courting at all, but then that shock turned into anger and envy. What did you see in Kosair of all people??? If you think that you damaged this man’s enormous ego with just one engagement ring, you would be right.

Rashta

She thought that Navier hiring you was a personal attack against her because you were immediately popular within the palace. She was the one who dumped the water and washed the black coloring out of your hair under the impression that you would be exposed for lying, but it worked in your favor. You were from then on called the ‘Beauty Within the Palace’, and this left Rashta upset because Sovieshu’s attention turned from her to you.

To say that she was paranoid about your true intentions would be an understatement because she has had panic attacks every night. As a result, she tried to follow you around and copy your mannerisms in the hopes that she would recapture the Emperor’s attention. But she didn’t have the heart to continue after seeing you try to help her in her mission.

What really scared Rashta was your strength. You might be stronger than any of the soldiers within the army, and you worked for the Empress as a lady-in-waiting. You were also talented with a sword, which made you almost untouchable. However, you still remained kind and humble, and it infuriated the young mistress.

The only thing that served her some comfort was when you announced to the other ladies-in-waiting (an announcement that she spied on) that you were now engaged to Kosair Trovi. She did congratulate you on your engagement and you thanked her and even pulled her into a hug. That’s when she realized that you were never out to get her: you were just trying to be kind to everyone.

Navier

You seemed to be a very capable person and thus she hired you as one of her ladies-in-waiting. You proved yourself to be a valuable asset, and she was surprised at how dedicated you were to her. But then, there was the incident where the hair coloring was washed off your actual hair color and you thought that she would fire you for lying. She did quite the opposite actually, and did not shame you. She did ask you why you hid your true self, though.

So, naturally, everything came out. You told her about how you hid your strength and actual hair color because you were afraid that no man would ever wish to marry you. Then you said your appetite was bigger than three men’s combined, and that you’ve been trying to eat a normal portion of food. At this, Navier quickly ordered more food so that you could eat more. 

One day, Sovieshu came up to her and asked if you could be transferred to Rashta as her lady-in-waiting. Of course, Navier did not want to lose you, her new friend, but she was aware that it was your decision. You were loyal to the Empress, so you obviously chose to stay rather than be transferred. Plus, you knew that it was a ploy so that Sovieshu would have easier access to you.

As popular as you were, she noticed that none of the guards liked how much stronger you were than them, and she saw how that was affecting you. You were both a hopeful and hopeless romantic at heart, so this was devastating to you. So, she took advantage of her brother’s surprise visit and introduced the two of you. Kosair loved stronger women, so Navier played a bit of matchmaker and months later the two of you were engaged.

Kosair

Navier had introduced the two of you when he surprised her with a visit, and he was taken aback by your beautiful appearance. He bowed and took your hand gently in his before placing a kiss on the back of it, and your breath hitched as your heart pounded. No man had ever been so gentlemanly towards you, and you found yourself falling in love.

The two of you walked through the garden, arm in arm, as you both talked about whatever came to your minds. The night ended with a sweet kiss and fluttering hearts, and you immediately knew that you wished to see him again. So, he started sneaking you out of the palace at night so that you can have a midnight rendezvous each night. Nothing bad happened, it was mostly just him bringing you flowers every single time and little kisses being exchanged between the two of you. Sakura mochi wasn’t off the table, either.

He knew about your love for the sweet treat, and he found a shop that sold many sweets. Because of you, he was a frequent customer. He didn’t dislike it, though, considering the smile on your face whenever you noticed your favorite snack was absolutely adorable to him. He also didn’t mind your big appetite; it wasn’t something you could control, and it gave him an idea of how to spoil you.

Eventually, he came to the conclusion that he could not see himself with anyone but you, so he made the most serious purchase he has ever made before: an engagement ring. When he presented it to you, your eyes widened as he slipped it on your finger. You brought it up as tears started to gather in your eyes, and you quietly nodded yes and wrapped your arms around his neck as he picked you up and spun you around. You were going to marry a man you loved.

[nebulablakemurphy]

Moves & Countermoves (Part 9)

Summary: No one ever wins the games, even fourteen years later, Y/N is still playing. Warning: this chapter contains heavy subject matter and a steamy making out sess, proceed with caution.

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

“Effie and I wrote these speeches together.” Y/N assures Katniss and Peeta as Effie doles them out. “Don’t be nervous, nothing crazy.”

Katniss nods.

“Just a few words for the fallen tributes of the district. For eleven that is Thresh and Rue,” Effie says, hoping to put their minds at ease.

At present, they are crammed into one vehicle, transporting them to the justice building. Arista is sat between Katniss and Peeta, a doll in hand. Peeta allows the doll to walk along his leg, occasionally dropping it to one side or the other; causing the little girl to giggle. She shouldn’t be here.

People of the Capitol have sent them gifts from the moment they were born, things much too lavish for district twelve. Such items are sold to peacekeepers and the money funnels back through twelve. Keeping them afloat. Very few offerings they keep, like the doll. A tablet for Everest, just like his mother’s. He taps away at it, almost as if he’s playing a game.

“Can I see?” Katniss asks.

The boy nods, holding it across the isle. It’s an agenda…no, a journal. She realizes. ‘Day one, district eleven. Agriculture. The train is five hours from home.’

Katniss blinks rapidly at the screen before handing it back. He shouldn’t be here. “Thought you were playing a game.”

“I have games.” Everest tells her, “you can pick one to play.”

“Show me your favorite.” Don’t worry about all of this. You’re just a kid.

He smiles. “I like this one. You have to dodge the logs and get the dot from one side to the other.”

“I won’t be very good.” Katniss confesses as he hands it back to her.

“It’s for fun, Katniss.” The boy shrugs, “you don’t have to be good.”

Y/N passes an affectionate hand over her son’s hair.

“When I married Haymitch, there was an understanding. Whatever we had to do to stay alive, we would do. But between him and I was also an understanding; that he loved me and that love is unconditional. He wouldn’t leave me if I was scared, he would be patient. He would wait for me. When there were time restrictions, if we couldn’t wait, he would get me through. I think Peeta could be that person for you, Katniss.”

“You think I should marry Peeta?”

“I think you should be his friend.” Y/N corrects her. “All of this pretending to be in love stuff will come easier, I promise. Do it on your terms, take your time.” While you still have time.

Katniss takes this into consideration. She doesn’t dislike the idea of being with Peeta. But the idea of being with anyone seems impossible to her now. Even out of the arena she no longer feels safe…maybe if they make it back home. After they’ve convinced Snow and the districts. Even then, she doesn’t think she can love anyone the way Y/N loves Haymitch; or be loved the way Haymitch loves her.

What Y/N doesn’t tell her is that their toasting, the one Haymitch asked for when she was ready, did not come until two years after their Capitol wedding. After they’d celebrated two ‘anniversaries’ and Everest’s first birthday. She doesn’t tell her how verbalizing ‘I love you’ is painful for Haymitch… how he cried after telling her for the first time. Because he lost every other person he’s ever loved. How his tears broke her heart, how much they still do.

The vehicle comes to a harsh stop before the engine cuts out.

“Crash landing,” Haymitch remarks.

They are ushered out in a single file line. Y/N, Haymitch and the children are left in the viewing room with Effie and Cinna to watch Katniss and Peeta on stage from the projector.

Nothing can go wrong. Katniss repeats the mantra over and over. Nothing can go wrong.

Peeta does most of the talking, he offered and she couldn’t say no.

Arista pays little attention to what’s happening, too preoccupied with chatting up one of the peacekeepers who is trying to keep a hard exterior.

Everest is slightly more involved, watching the adults around him; gauging their reactions. His mother is anxious, twisting her fingers around the fabric at the back of his father’s jacket.

Cinna catches him staring and smiles. “Can you see?”

Everest nods as all eyes fall on him.

Y/N whispers something to her husband that the little boy can’t make out. Haymitch reaches a hand back then, bringing his son up beside Effie.

The peacekeeper sends Arista back to her parents with a gift. “I got candy.”

“What kind of candy?” Y/N leans down.

“From him,” the girl tells her mother, pointing toward the man in the white suit.

“Did you thank him?”

“Mhm.”

“Good,” Y/N boops her little nose. “This is actually one of my favorites, do you think we could trade?”

“Well, what do you have?” Arista arches a brow.

Y/N surrenders her shoulder bag. “Anything you want.”

Arista’s eyes light up, “really?”

“Mhm.”

“Thank you, Mommy. Here’s your candy.”

“Thank you.” Y/N accepts the tiny wrapped object. Sliding it into her pocket.

“Both Rue and Thresh were so young. But our lives are not measured in minutes, they’re measured by the lives of those we touch around us. For myself, and for Katniss; we know that without Thresh and without Rue we wouldn’t be standing here today.” Peeta speaks from his heart.

Though their speeches were approved by both mentors and their Capitol escort, they do not have the intended effect. A whistle is heard, three fingers in the air, the nearest peacekeepers drawing batons.

“Get the kids away from the door.” Haymitch bites out.

“What about Katniss and Peeta?” They’re still out there.

“I’ve got them,” he promises.

The audience grows to a distraught holler.

“What’s happening?” Everest turns to his mother.

“Come with me,” Y/N tries to keep calm as she takes his hand, moving quickly towards her daughter. Her bag all but forgotten.

“Mommy, why are they doing that?” Arista asks, seeing the older man being forced up onto the stage by peacekeepers.

“Shh,” Y/N turns her away. Hurrying both children up the stairs.

Hearing Katniss protest from the lower level, “no, please leave him alone.” The doors open and she is removed from the stage.

Y/N sits her babies down on the floor, “cover your ears.” They do as they’re told, looking to their mother for comfort. She kneels, keeping them distracted as best she can; from the screams, from the gun shot, from the cruel world whirling around them.

Haymitch carries Katniss, kicking and screaming, toward the stairs. “What did I do?”

“Shhh,” he hushes her as Peeta follows.

“No, Haymitch! What did I do wrong?”

“Shut up. Get in here.” He closes the door behind them.

“I did everything I was supposed to do.” Katniss says, tears flooding her face.

“Katniss,” Peeta runs his knuckles along her arm; hoping to soothe her.

She steals Peeta’s hand, latching on for comfort. “Just help us get through this trip.”

“This trip?” Haymitch snaps two fingers in front of her, “wake up, girl. This trip doesn’t end when you get home. You never get off this train.”

Katniss’ heart sinks at the realization. They’re still stuck on this train.

“You two are mentors now, which means every year they’re gonna drag you out and broadcast the details of your romance. Your personal life becomes theirs. From now on, your job is to be a distraction so that people forget what the real problems are.”

Peeta’s free hand balls into a fist at his side. “So what do we do?”

“You’re gonna smile, continue reading the cards that Effie gives you and you’re gonna live happily ever after. Think you can do that?” His eyes flicker between the pair.

Peeta nods. Katniss follows reluctantly, after Haymitch pats her cheek. Just like he did before she stepped onto the hovercraft for the games.

“Good,” Haymitch says, with a sad smile. “Come here.”

Still in a state of shock, Katniss steps into his arms, resting her head against his shoulder. She watches through the window as the man from eleven’s lifeless body is removed.

“You’re gonna be ok, I promise.”

Katniss knows that her mentors will protect her…and Peeta. Anything she does is a collective loss or gain. Anything she does.

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Y/N manages to get through dinner on the train, choking down her meal after consoling Katniss, who refuses to leave her room. Peeta stays with her, opting for in room dining tonight.

Effie isn’t thrilled, but she understands and the younger children keep her plenty entertained.

Y/N and Haymitch break off before it gets late, tucking Everest and Arista into bed. Then Haymitch wanders down to the bar car, returning with a bottle. Seeing mayhem on the monitors of the control room as he passes.

“How the hell are we gonna fix this, Haymitch?” Y/N demands, the second he returns.

He uncorks the liquor, chugging a bit to get through this round of questioning. “There are ten other districts before the Capitol, they still have a chance to calm things down.”

She nods, swiping at traitorous tears. “How bad is it?”

Riots in the streets. “If all else fails, we have the show with Caesar before Snow’s party.” Setting the bottle aside, he pulls her in, “we’ll fix it.”

Y/N melts into him.

Haymitch tips her chin up. She is beautiful…and broken. Glossy eyes soften at the sight of him, lips parted and flushed from tears. “I love you.” The words claw their way from his throat; more painful to keep in than let out.

She kisses him then. Hot and hard, a little sloppy.

Haymitch cups the base of her neck, surrendering to the unrelenting force that is Y/N. The push and pull of her, the need for her.

Falling onto the mattress, lost in the heat of it. Something drops from Y/N’s dress as it’s discarded. The candy.

“You saving this for later?” Haymitch chuckles, holding it between them.

“Traded Arista for it.” Y/N admits, tossing the candy aside. “She got it off a peacekeeper. I’m sure it’s fine but…”

“Can’t risk it,” Haymitch agrees.

“Didn’t want to make a scene either, Everest is watching like a hawk.” She rolls off of him, onto her back.

“These kids,” Haymitch sighs. A gentle hand finds her bump, tracing patterns over the skin there.

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“We want to share with you the sorrows of your losses.” Katniss reads directly from the cards. In districts nine and ten, the crowd was calm. Now in district eight, two members of the crowd raise three fingers into the air. “The tributes of this district-” she breaks off as peacekeepers remove them from the scene; looking to Haymitch and Y/N.

They are no longer left in the viewing room, able to jump in and corral their victors if need be. Showing face to the masses to help calm them. Katniss wonders what kind of deals they had to make to be standing here with them.

Haymitch nods, encouraging her to continue. Y/N follows suit when Peeta’s eyes fall to her, jaw clenched. This is what we have to do. This is what they make us do.

Katniss picks up where she left off. “Were brave and noble warriors, who brought honor to their families and pride to their people. We are all of us united, both victors and vanquished, in serving a common purpose. The power and glory of the Capitol. Panem today, Panem tomorrow, Panem forever.”

People from districts three through seven are outraged with this speech, this falsehood, this injustice to the girl they saw in the arena. The Capitol won’t eat your soul, that is a fate much too kind for a victor. They break your connections, they make you theirs.

Districts one and two are more easily swayed, buying into the notion that the games are something to celebrate. The little girl who presents Katniss with flowers tells her that she wants to volunteer; just like she did.

The nightmares come and Peeta stays with Katniss most nights, helping each other survive.

Everest and Arista find ways to occupy themselves. Madge steps in when their parents have to tend the crushing weight of their titles. Tomorrow ends in the Capitol; Caesar and Snow, all in one night.

Y/N sits, legs crossed, beside Haymitch on the gray satin bench of the train car. Katniss and Peeta directly across from them.

“Snow is watching us.” Haymitch says, as if anyone could forget. “If he wants you to pacify the districts, I promise you, he’s not happy. Instead of being in love, you two sound like you’re reciting from a drilling manual.”

“I’m open to suggestions.” Peeta turns his palms up, they’re all grasping at straws now.

Y/N leans forward, “I think-”

“We could get married.” Katniss meets her gaze when she says it.

“That’s not helping,” Haymitch taps a finger against his glass.

Peeta’s eyes never leave Katniss. Of all the times he’s thought about it, wanted it even; someday in the future, when it was real. Not like this, never like this.

“I’m serious.” Katniss decides, “if we’re on this train forever it’s gonna happen eventually, why not now?”

“It does make a statement,” Haymitch huffs a laugh, “I’ll give you that.”

“Yeah, sure.” Peeta rises to his feet, “let’s do it.”

“Wait.” Y/N reaches out a hand to catch him, “we still have the show. We can find another way, something else to feed these people and keep them at bay for a while.”

“Like what?” Peeta plops back down in his seat.

“Like a baby.” Y/N forces the poofy skirt of her dress to lie flat against her bump.

“No, if you’re giving them that, we’re giving them the proposal.” Peeta protests. Y/N and Haymitch have already given away too much.

Katniss nods in agreement.

“Alright then,” Haymitch drinks to that, “let’s give them a night they’ll never forget.”

Part 10

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it doesn't always have to be day

Shinazugawa Brothers, Hotaru, and Kyojuro (seperate) x Fem! reader

a/n: SURPRISE ! jst some headcannons about winding down with the slayers. they deserve rest too ! let me know if you want anyone else, i'll make a part two 🙈

Genya Shinazugawa

. genya kisses your ring finger every night before he sleep, and neither of you recall when it first began. all you both know is that it's an unbreakable habit, and it's never going to be a different finger. he kisses your palms, the top of your hand, your wrist even, but the only finger he will kiss is the ring finger. he's committing to memory, your bare ring finger. one day, he'll be kissing metal on it, so might as well enjoy it while he can.

. as much as genya insists it's not true, his voice gets extremely soft when he's tired, it oozes out like warm honey and his words only make it sweeter. although it's soft, it gets about an octave deeper, so he sounds like completely different person before he finally rests his eyes. but deep down, you know that's what genya would have sounded like had he not experienced so much trauma. he's aware that you like his voice when he's tired, so even though his body begs to sleep, he indulges in your silly conversation topics, loving the way you kiss his adams apple before your ready to finally close your eyes.

. as he sleeps, his hand subconsciously makes its way onto your wrists pulse point. for you, your head drifts to his chest where his heart beats. you wake up with his hand around your wrist, and it's a gentle hold, but you can feel your own pulse radiating off of his hand. he wakes up with your head on his chest, your breathing pattern matching his heart beats pattern. he savors it every morning, because he realizes he found a love many people take years searching for. he found someone who cares enough for him to make sure he's still alive and breathing during the night.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

. contrary to popular belief, he sleeps with clothing that hides his scars. he wants to pretend, just for a moment, that he is a normal man sleeping in bed with his lovely wife. (you're not even married) when he first began to sleep with you, he'd try to hide his facial scars with bandages but you would gently remove them and kiss them. your praises replay in his head like a mantra, making him feel somewhat normal with the scars out.

. he cannot sleep with pillows, at all, he finds them aggravating. (and they always leave his neck sore) if he has to cushion his head on anything it'll be anywhere on you, but he prefers to sleep without pillows regardless. nonetheless, if you truly need pillows, he'll put aside his discomfort for your comfort.

. while sleeping he tends to drift from you, but, sometimes you'll wake up with your hand interlaced with his own. it's a tight grip too, so you know he's awake when it loosens. you never bring it up to him, and he never brings it up to you. you both think the other is the one who starts the hand holding, and he wants to keep waking up w your hand in his, so he just stays quiet, as do you. (your hand finds his, but his hand is the one that tightens the hold)

Hotaru Haganezuka

. before he met you, he would sleep with his hair up. he found it too long to keep down and it would bother him while he slept, but when you began to sleep together, he figured out you liked his hair down, and so he stopped putting it up. (he's never gone back, his hair up while sleeping feels extremely uncomfortable now) you always massage his scalp or play with his strands, and what really did it for him was when you told him, "i like this, seeing you. it feels like the entire day you're ripped from my hands, it's not often i see your handsome face." raking your fingers in between his locks and staring at him fondly.

. it doesn't matter how you slept, you'd wake up with him spooning you and his back toward the door while your practically shielded from any light. not once has it ever been you who's faced the door, or had your back at the door, it's always him. once, a demon had stumbled into the place you'd temporarily stayed in and had he not been in the position where he's the closest to the door, you would have been hurt badly. he feels safe in your home at the village, but regardless his body always manages to be the one behind you.

. he hums, not in his sleep, he just hums. it'll be a melody he knew from years ago, or maybe a melody you've sang to him before, but he hums it. it's not for a long time, but the minute it takes for him to finish, you're dead to the world. it's a soothing hum, the raspiness of his normal voice prominent as he does so. he didn't know when he picked up on doing it, but he continued to do it when he noticed it got you to sleep faster. he can spend days staying awake, but he'll be dammed if his beloved wife doesn't get her full 10 hours of sleep.

Kyojuro Rengoku

. kyojuro is a natrually loud person, but, when he began to sleep with you he quickly learned to speak to the point where he sounds inaudible to himself. hr figured out it calms you down immensely. even though he cant hear himself, you can hear him, and his tired voice makes you ten times more tired than you initially were.

. on the topic of his deafness, he always lays down on his bad ear, that way he can pick up on sounds while he sleeps incase he ever needs to get up to protect you. (in any way shape or form) it started as a subconscious thing, but he swears up and down that he does it intentionally. (he does now, but it didn't start that way)

. his body temperature tends to be hotter than normal. it's what his breathing style calls for, so right after a mission he's a personal heater. but, his body naturally runs ice cold, and he always feels cold, so he has to hold you close and tight. it's an attempt to warm himself up, your warmth bringing him an immense amount of comfort. because he's so used to being warm all the time, the coldness he feels at night comes as a surprise to him no matter how often it happens. on the contrary, your body runs very hot, so you use him to cool yourself down at night. you both wake up tangled in eachothers limbs and it takes a few minutes to properly situate yourselves, kyojuro finds it hard to rip himself away from your warmth and you find it hard to rip yourself away from his coolness.

[nee-biter]

I need more stuff about Miguel x Peter x MJ x Reader😭😭 (fills my need for a polyamorous relationship :') )

Poly relationship Headcanons | Miguel x Peter B x MJ x Reader

a/n: Me when I accidentally became a polyamorous relationship promoter/advocate 🫣 Thanks for the requestttt <33

SFW

MIGUEL IS IN LOVE WITH YOU

He always has been, ever since you first mumbled an 'I love you' while half-asleep and cradled in his arms that one morning. He woke you up just to tell you he loves you too.

Marrying you was only natural, since you complete him and he was the only one to understand you, too. When Miguel looks at your eyes, the only thing he wants is to get lost in them forever. You being his wife is something he'd always boast and mention in the PA system in Spider Society tbh (not because he was a lonely oldie before u 💔) but because he's happy you're with him in everything he does. Your presence as he works, as he hyperfixates about the multiverse, as he eats, as he sleeps, has made his life ultimately better.

MJ HAS A CRUSH ON YOU

She started having butterflies in her stomach for you at such an inconvenient time—before getting married (for a second time) with Peter B. You were there beside her, helping her breathe in and out when she doubted Peter B would even be at the end of the aisle.

She could've sworn that your eyes sparkled in that blue dress you wore as her maid of honor. She almost made the stupid move of kissing you as you were comforting her, but that must've been the wedding jitters, right? Right? (She realized she was wrong when she returned from her honeymoon and palpitated when she saw you in a dazzling outfit).

PETER B THINKS YOU'RE COOL

Not as cool as his wife (obviously), but he absolutely enjoys your company. When you visit his and MJ's house to babysit Mayday or to have a chat with his wife (or him, though not as often), your good vibes spread throughout the house. Peter considers you a reliable confidant.

When him and MJ were running out of ideas on how to feed Mayday vegetables, you came up with a solution to hide them under a heap of rice. When Peter was having trouble thinking of what to give MJ after an argument, you suggested he just apologized clearly and authentically, and everything would work out. Peter starts getting suspicious of you, though, and why you know so much about his wife.

How did you four decide you wanted to be in a relationship with each other?

Honestly, you have Peter to thank for that. He realized that his wife's feelings for you were getting stronger by the day and that your feelings for her were getting harder to ignore every double date night. He didn't think it was bad—on the contrary, he just wanted you two to confess, so you could talk negotiations.

At one point, Peter just asked outright, "Do you guys have a thing for each other?" And you two laughed like crazy while him and Miguel were like ??😫??

The answer was yes.

For Miguel and you, it didn't affect your relationship in its entirety. But he was a bit pouty. "Am I not enough for you? Is there something I'm lacking?" was his mantra at the start of it, but you had to reassure him that this wasn't true. You're always open and transparent with him, which made him trust your judgement. Also, you give him more kisses to stop him from sulking a lot 🫶

For Miguel and Peter, it made them a bit awkward at first, before Miguel realized that no other spider-person checks up on him or dotes on him as much as Peter B does. Peter B always left small offerings for Miguel when he worked late at night in the 2099 lab. "I brought you a blanket me and Mayday crocheted. Don't forget to rest, big guy! Sleep on the floor if you have to. Better than not sleeping at all." Miguel keeps all the notes Peter leaves him.

For MJ and Peter, it was more of a 'how-to-explain-this-to-Mayday-thing,' Especially, if Mayday was at that stage where she would be able to tell what kissing, what romance, and the like could look like. Neither of them were that worried though. "I mean, honey, Mayday sees a lot of insane stuff in Spider Society all the time~!!" Peter B would argue.

For MJ and Miguel, it brought them a bit closer, considering they had more in common now. MJ hoped that it wouldn't be so weird for Miguel, but every now and then, she says something like this: "So, your wife tastes good— I mean, your wife's cooking tastes good! Her pork carnitas are amazing. Yes, that's what I meant. Sorry." "Be honest, that's not what you meant."

For you and Peter, it definitely opened up more bonding opportunities. Despite you four dating, you and him always think of each other as besties; which is why you both peer pressure your two lovely, more reserved spouses to stuff like kayaking, boat rides, halloween trick-or-treating. "Hey, do you think MJ and Miguel would be cool with going to an adult playground for brunch?" "IDK, Will there be brunch?"

For you and MJ, it was basically extending your already-intimate friendship to even more intimacies. She cuddles!! A lot!! And you kiss her on the forehead, just as many times as she needs it!! Your relationship with her was an understanding one; she always initiates touch with you. "Baby, stay here for longer, please." "MJ, you're so cute, but Peter's like... right there"

RANDOM STUFF

In terms of cooking skills: You > Miguel = MJ > Peter B

MJ would bake for you! Cookies and bread for you to take home so you can munch on them when you and Miguel would watch movies and cuddle at the sofa at night.

Peter B would invite you and Miguel to picnics or beach outings with him and MJ!! He would always bring Mayday to play frisbee with him and Miguel, if ever it was a 👁family-safe👁 occasion

Miguel would ask MJ for help when it comes to surprising you for your birthdays. He understands that you're BIG on birthdays, so he needs all the help he can gets to make sure the day is extra-special for you!!! He'll dress up as a bunny just to make you smile 😞

SUPER MARIO PARTY and Peter B always chooses Bowser Jr.!!!! Miguel likes Donkey Kong "just because" and MJ picks Yoshi because he's silly-looking.

The first one in Spider Society to find out that the four of you were dating was Gwen. Because she was about to drop off the hair-dryer that she borrowed at your doorstep, only to see that Miguel and Peter kissed as he and MJ were leaving your house.

Gwen tried keeping the secret, buuuuuut she told Miles, who told Pav, who told Hobie, who told Margo, who told Noir, and at some point, Lyla just had to inform Miguel that the secret was out 🤓

In terms of who gives the best back massages: Miguel > Peter B = MJ > You

For everyone's sake, do not give a back rub.

The four of you love each other 🫶 and it's so evident in the way all four of you stay supportive in everything you guys do and in the way that you're all tender with each other's presence

Thank you for reading ✨ I'll upload an nsfw version if it's in demand (feel free to request)!!

[issacballsac]

Wishes to Unknown

Unknown/Saeran Choi

Male Reader

Joining the RFA had been nothing short of a fever dream to you

To anyone with an ounce of sanity even

So the <<Hi!>> of the very person responsible for your forceful recruitment into this organisation wasn’t exactly welcomed

<<Long time no see. We chatted before, remember?>>

With reluctant annoyance you did the very thing that got you in trouble at the start, responding.

<<Yep, what exactly are you messaging me for now?>>

<<Thanks to your help back then, I could preform my task without trouble.>>

<<Glad I could help🫂; you wouldn’t happen to be telling me what said task is/was?>>

<<Anyways. I told you I’m studying abroad, remember? But if you don’t it can’t be helped.>>

<<Yes I understand but why should I care about any of this?>>

<<Well—um…I’ll be back in Korea today. Remember I told you I’ll make it up to you if you help me? :)>>

<<So…>>

<<I’m not sure if I’m liking where this is going..>>

<<Do you have time today? Why don’t you join me to see the sky tonight? I have what I like to call a haven of sorts where I come whenever I visit Korea.>>

<<I’d love to go there with you.>>

<<Honestly, today is my birthday and you’re the only one who could properly congratulate it for me.>>

<<I promise you won’t regret it.>>

<<You have such a way with words—I almost forgot what happened last time you invited me to a mysterious location.>>

<<Look—>>

<<If you come to me. I’ll make it a VERY pleasant day for you. I even made you a crown with red roses. :)>>

<<Still not convinced dude. Bc if I get added to another group chat after this I will delete this app.>>

<<Okay ok; I’ll bring ice cream, Yk with summer it’s getting hot. We can also watch popular films? I’ll get everything ready I promise.>>

<<Youll join me, won’t you? I’ll be waiting for you.>>

UNKNOWN has left the chatroom

Every instinct in your body spiritual and physical told you not to go to the location sent to your phone.

BUT

Curiosity couldn’t kill the cat twice, could it?

Simply walking out of the apartment with your current attire as the event wasn’t that special to you; you began your search of the park.

The park was sparsely populated from the locator position the greatly mysterious UNKNOWN had graciously granted you

None matched the original picture he sent all those weeks ago

“Brown hair, green eyes. Brown hair, green eyes. Brown hair and green eyes.” You repeated as if it were a mantra looking over the same groups of people.

“Looking for me, my prince?”

“Indeed I was my dearest catfish. That’s obviously not you in the pictures.”

Almost unbothered by the comment he maintained eye contact, “Yes, well my identity is somewhat of a secret. Please try to understand, I can’t simply go throwing my image everywhere.”

“Sure sure. Anyways, happy birthday…Unknown? Got a name I can call you?”

“I’m a bit reluctant to say—no, it should be fine. Call me..”

“Shall I call you my stalking prince?”

His eyebrows furrowed towards his eyes, “If you’ll let me finish.”

“Yeah yeah, go ahead.”

Firmly clearing his throat, “It’s Saeran. But don’t go yelling it everywhere and definitely not to the RFA.”

“I won’t, I promise. But I really like your name, it’s nice to actually learn something about you.”

“Well you already know a lot. I’m not the guy from the photo, I hacked your phone on certain occasions, I like ice cream, and now you even know my name.”

“Yes we could almost get married with how much I know about you.”

“Though you are beautiful if you don’t mind the compliment. You’re not such a weirdo either, even if you did trick me into joining a strange charity.”

“Yes you make me sound SO amazing and dreamy.”

Taking a bite from out of his ice cream cone, “Yes, because you are, and I am totally not speaking out of my ass when I say this.”

“Enough of the chatting, I was promise a nice a pleasant day, so, show the way.”

Snickering slightly, Saeran stopped himself from reaching for you hand and opted for a follow-the-leader route.

On a secluded hill, a blanket lay bare with a singular unbranded laptop at the centre. A brown woven basket sat not far from the main attraction.

“Birthday picnic?”

He sat down calmly on the blanket. Lightly yet rapidly clicking on the keys of the keyboard.

The soft white light beamed against his already pale face, “Any suggestions for a movie?”

“I thought we were starting gazing.”

He quirked a brow at your remark.

“The constellation I want to see isn’t out yet. In the meantime won’t you accompany me?”

A small rotation of movies was shown before you both ultimately decided to just wait.

“Sae look! Isn’t that the constellation you wanted to see?”

His eyes snapped up as the stars aligned perfectly. A small smile was rapidly tugging at his face. “Sae?”

“A—sorry, it was just shorter.”

“I don’t mind it.”

Readjusting yourself on the mat, you took another spoonful of the mass amount of mint ice cream your newly acquired partner brought.

“Hey, so do you like—wish on the constellations? Or is it just the individual stars?”

“I’d call you stupid, but, I don’t know myself.”

“Here. I’ll wish you another happy birthday for each one of the stars in the constellation.”

“That’s a lot of stars you know?”

“I have all night and tomorrow morning.”

An actual laugh escaped from him, a laugh that had been held in for years it seemed. A pure and genuine expression.

“You know…there are better ice cream flavours than mint.”

“Don’t ruin my birthday. Please.”

This was based off of his 2019 birthday event

@viernane

[french-unknown]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑: luffy 𝐂/𝐖: fluff, domestic 𝐖/𝐂: 1.9k+

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𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐛𝐲 @𝐭𝐡𝐞-𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭-𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞

𝐀 = 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?

He really likes physical contact so he shows his affection a lot with more or less restrictive touches or hugs.

Whether in public or in private, it's no surprise to see him glued to you. For example, when he's bored, he comes and collapses on your back. When he wants to have fun, he takes your hand so that you follow him or when he is happy, he gives you flash kisses. He's just by your side all the time.

𝐁 = 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 

What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?

Always there in case of problem to support you

Always there to make you smile

Always there to bring you with him in deadly situations

You met on your home island Skypiea, more precisely in Upper Yard, where you were one of Ener's priests. Unfortunately you weren't for the right reasons because the god recruited you by force by threatening to strike down your whole family when he knew you could use the "mantra". The Straw Hat Crew hunted Ener, and therefore saved your family, so you decided to join them for other adventures.

SOURCE | Minecraft: One Piece - Skypiea | Episódio 6

𝐂 = 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒

Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?

He is a very clingy person and he shows it most often with cuddles ranging from slight touches to very invasive ones.

So you can either find yourself with him on the bow of the Thousand Sunny, placed between his legs with your back against his chest to look at the sky while laughing, or with him totally drunk who comes to make you a masterful tackle on the ground by jumping on you and who wraps his arms and legs several times around yours.

𝐃 = 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂

Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?

He doesn't want to settle down. His only goal in life is to become the King of the Pirates so settling down is not a priority and, in addition, he prefers living in community with your crewmates like you do on the Sunny.

A DISASTER! When he has to wash the dishes, he breaks them. When he has to sweep the floor, he leaves piles of dust in a corner. When he has to do the laundry, he makes it reduce by 3 sizes. When he has to cook, he poisons everything. It's a real household hazard.

𝐄 = 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?

He will do his best to hurt you as little as possible, even if it means smiling or letting you insult him and hit him freely. He won't let things drag on and will prefer a quick separation rather than postponing the breakup at the risk of you getting attached or projecting yourself too much. No matter the situation, he will prioritize your well-being over his own.

𝐅 = 𝐅𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄(𝐄)

How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?

Even if he has no trouble announcing that you're together and he's not interested in anyone else, he's also not into marriage. For him, what you already have suits him very well and he doesn't really see the point of changing. He won't be against it if you really want it, but he just doesn't see the benefits.

𝐆 = 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄

How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?

He was in no way physically or mentally violent.

He is rather nice in the golden retriever way: affectionate, adorable but sometimes a little clumsy. You will therefore find yourself in situations where, while you are sleeping, he will punch you in the face while turning over. Otherwise, it will mostly be unintentional blunders that can hurt you.

𝐇 = 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐒

Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?

He therefore loves hugs a lot and does them very regularly, it's his main way of showing you his love.

His hugs tend to be quite playful: forget the long hugs, he will instead jump in front of you to hug you and, just before you have time to fully close your arms around him, he will already be gone with the shadow of a kiss on your face.

𝐈 = 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔

How fast do they say the L-word?

Very quickly.

He doesn't bring as much weight to those words as other characters might put to them. For him, showing his love comes down to deeds rather than words, so saying "I love you" isn't that serious to him. In addition, it seems to make you happy so why deprive yourself of it?

𝐉 = 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘

How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?

He's not a jealous person: he has no self-esteem problem, he is not suspicious of the people he meets - even if sometimes he would have every reason to be - and he has great confidence in you. In his mind, there's no way he'll be betrayed by you. So he's not jealous when he sees you spending time with someone else.

The most he can get is mild annoyance at you when he wants your attention but you're busy with someone else. He will then become a noisy baby who will annoy you until you either pay attention to him or you piss him off.

𝐊 = 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒

What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?

He loves flash kisses because he finds it fun to surprise you with a kiss before running away. Or to put a multitude of kisses all over your face.

He often doesn't stay in place so quick kisses suit him very well too with a slight preference for all your face.

𝐋 = 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒

How are they around children?

He finds children amusing, quite endearing and he tends to want to protect them. He will then have two modes around them: the "clown" mode and the "big brother" mode.

𝐌 = 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆

How are mornings spent with them?

He wakes up and immediately goes to eat his breakfast before being ejected from the table while collecting as many leftovers as possible. He then continues his morning with a session of cuddles with you while trying to convince you to steal food in the kitchen with him. Your part in his plan would be to take Sanji out of the kitchen and entertain him. Afterwards, whether you help him or not, he will try to break in.

𝐍 = 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

How are nights spent with them?

No matter how you fall asleep, you'll always end up waking up the next morning with Luffy wrapped around you.

I'm not just talking about him lying behind you like a big spoon or lying on top of you with his head on your chest or in your neck. No. He will literally be wrapped around you with his legs and his arms which hold you like a human-sized octopus whose only goal in the sea is to prevent you from any movement other than breathing. You just have to pray that he doesn't drool on you too much.

𝐎 = 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍

When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?

It's not that he's particularly mysterious, but he's not the type to confide on his memories if he doesn't see the point in them. For example, you discovered along with the crew that Garp was his grandfather and it was Zoro who told you that he had a big brother called Ace who was the commander of Whitebeard's 2nd fleet.

It's quite frustrating and can sometimes lead to small arguments.

𝐏 = 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

How easily angered are they?

As long as you don't make remarks to him or hold him back just before he goes to eat, he will be extremely patient. He won't get angry, say one word over another or insult you and that's one of his fundamental principles.

Already as a person, Luffy is someone who is difficult to upset unless his friends are taken out, so it will be the same with you.

𝐐 = 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐄𝐒

How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?

Unfortunately, he's not really the type to remember details about you. Already he calls you by your first name and not by the strange nickname he found you on Skypiea, that's already it, but he's not the one who would remember your birthday, what you like or steps or stories from your past.

𝐑 = 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑

What is their favorite moment in your relationship?

He liked you the most when you were in Enies Lobby and fighting against Kalifa. You were one-on-one with the soap woman after you were separated from the rest of your group but, by some strange coincidence, he had ended up within earshot of where your fight was taking place. He heard an unknown female voice criticize him for his mediocrity.

Suddenly, he heard a loud crash from the other side of the wall between you, which was quickly followed by a moan of pain from your mouth. However, when he was about to enter the room to dismantle this person who dared to attack you, he heard a cry of surprise before another even louder crash was heard. This noise was followed by many others and then silence returned.

"He will become the Pirate King, bitch!"

At that moment, he felt a sense of pride explode in his chest so strongly that he felt like he could have died just to hold it inside him a little longer. He was deeply happy to see how much you believed in him and it made him want to love you even more.

𝐒 = 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘

How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?

He's not very protective in the sense that he knows you can defend yourself, but he'll be ready to defeat anyone who dares to lay a hand on you.

As far as he is concerned, he is not very fond of being protected either because he considers that it tends to hinder his adventures so, if you start being too much on his back, he will try to get away.

𝐓 = 𝐓𝐑𝐘

How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?

He sadly won't invest a lot of effort in birthdays, dates, gifts or everyday tasks which can create trust issues for you in the relationship given his lack of interest.

However, he is so happy around you and he is so devoted to reminding you of his love by communicating it verbally that it erases some of your uncertainties.

𝐔 = 𝐔𝐆𝐋𝐘

What would be some bad habits of theirs?

Other than his lack of investment in the relationship? His tendency to put the whole crew in danger to save an island from a dictatorship every time a child victim of said dictatorship gave him a rice ball? Or his mania for simply running towards death and pushing the limits of his body just for fun?

Probably his habit of picking his nose.

𝐕 = 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘

How concerned are they with their looks?

… We can say that he knows his primary colors well?

𝐖 = 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄

Would they feel incomplete without you?

No. Luffy's core nature is freedom as such so he will never feel incomplete because of your absence which means being dependent on your presence.

And, while his fear of loneliness is a problem for him, it's more about his friends in undefined ways and a fear rather than a way of identifying.

𝐗 = 𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀

A random headcanon for them

✧ He did not fall in love at the first meetings or at first sight.

✧ He was very sensitive to the fact that you had become a priest of Ener for the sole purpose of protecting your family and he respected that. Especially since, even if it was your "duty", you never hurt one of his companions.

✧ He began to develop very friendly feelings for you after several adventures together on the Merry and then the Sunny. It was while you were separated in front of the Accino family that he realized his feelings.

✧ Then, surprisingly, it was while you were on the Thriller Bark that you started dating.

✧ The greatest quality of your couple is the trust you place in each other, not only in your relationship but also as individuals. He is the one who has the most confidence in your abilities and is the most convinced that you will succeed in whatever your dream is because you are you.

𝐘 = 𝐘𝐔𝐂𝐊

What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?

He hates disloyalty as well as hurting and criticizing his friends.

However, sometimes, since you have a somewhat dark and bitchy humor, he is a little touchy when you make jokes or remarks about your friends' dreams or his own. It's especially annoying when he's tired.

𝐙 = 𝐙𝐙𝐙

What is a sleep habits of theirs?

When you sleep together, he doesn't understand having "his side of the bed."

If he goes to bed before you, he will go on the left half, the right half, or even in the middle without distinction. And he also switches sides during the night which leads to, since he's literally sleeping wrapped around you, you being tossed about in bed all night long.

𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @iheartamora @bontensh0e @opchara @idsmash717 @lys-ada @xomingyu

[blouisparadise]

Here are some amazing bottom Louis fics posted or completed during the month of August. We really hope you enjoy this list and that you give these fics a lot of love. Happy reading!

1) Untamed Desire | Explicit | 1333 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Harry isn‘t happy with the new securities work etiquette.

2) Bet On It | Explicit | 2945 words

Note: The main pairing in this fic is Louis/OMC.

“We should make a bet,” Louis says out loud, waiting for Dante to look up from his tablet and see Louis’ pouty lips. “Not a fucking chance.”

3) The Best Of Friends | Not Rated | 3226 words

This is mostly just narrative. So if that's not for you...well too bad. Oh, and top!Harry Bottom! Louis. So fucking long.....

4) Broken Nest | Mature | 3858 words

Louis hopes no one touches his nest, and when someone does, Harry is there to save him.

5) We Didn't Get It Right But, Love, We Did Our Best | General Audiences | 4965 words

“I can't be arsed to call Harry, it’s his fault” He said, a petulant huff to his tone that would have had Oli smirking to himself on a normal day. “This only happened because I was climbing on the counter to get the bath stuff he keeps where only his obnoxiously long arms can reach.” And really, Louis deserved the feeling that almost winded him when he went to show how he’d had to stretch. The sudden movement felt like ripping a hole through Louis’ skin, and if that hadn’t shut the omega up the genuine fear on his best friend’s face finally did. Damn karma, damn his stupid little animated hands.

6) Snow Storm Rut | Mature | 5560 words

Request: So basically Harry, Louis, Liam, Zayn, and Niall were chilling at a picnic until it started snowing so they all went home. Louis was driving with Harry when they got a text that the storm was so heavy they needed to put the car next to the road. Suddenly, Harry felt his rut coming and needed an omega.

7) Wildest Dreams | Teen & Up | 17383 words

When Harry saw Louis at the Met Gala, it was love at first sight. Except for the fact that Louis has a boyfriend. Louis is head over heels for his beloved boyfriend, he’s sure they are gonna marry one day. But will Harry change all of that?

8) Only the Brave | Not Rated | 20032 words

He can do this. That’s the phrase Louis’ repeating nonstop, like a mantra that will help keep him upright and fighting. He can do this. He has to believe he can do this, or he’ll drop to the floor, exhausted, dead, or whatever, and he refuses to make his efforts go to waste like that. He’s a warrior, he has what it takes to help defeat the enemy. He just needs to make it to the City, and he’ll be fine.

9) Science & Faith | Mature | 36442 words

Louis Tomlinson is a science major who's dedicated his life to proving that love doesn't actually exist. Harry's the philosophy major determined to prove him wrong.

10) I Would Rather Go Blind | Mature | 67788 words

"I would rather go blind" is a heartfelt coming-of-age story set in 1960s England, where societal expectations clash with personal identity, and a young man named Henry embarks on a transformative journey at Oxford University. Harry Styles, the son of a renowned lawyer from a traditional and affluent family, steps onto the prestigious grounds of Oxford with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Caught between the weight of his family's expectations and his own desire for self-discovery, Harry seeks solace and understanding amidst the bustling student life. It is in this unfamiliar world that Harry crosses paths with Louis Tomlinson, an enigmatic and free-spirited fellow student. Louis possesses an intriguing blend of charisma, wit, and fearlessness that captivates Harry from the moment they meet. Drawn to Louis's magnetic personality, Harry finds himself irresistibly pulled into a realm of adventure, rebellion, and a newfound sense of liberation. Set against the backdrop of a transformative era for LGBTQ+ rights, "I would rather go blind" explores the struggles, triumphs, and personal growth of a young man grappling with his sexual identity in a time of societal conservatism.

12) Save Me (From Myself) | Explicit | 159327 words

The problem with being friends with Liam Payne was that he had a lot of friends... and forced them to be around each other. When they finished high school, both Louis and Harry were equally relieved that they wouldn't have to tolerate each other constantly or whatever it was that they did. For five years, it worked out perfectly. They'd only had to see each other a handful of times. Unfortunately, Liam had to go and get engaged, ask them to both be groomsmen, and then go full groomzilla on their arses. With just twelve weeks to plan the 'perfect' destination wedding and throw every ridiculous pre-wedding celebration Liam and his fiancée stumble across, it was safe to say they were firmly back in each other's lives. And no one could have predicted that was exactly what they needed.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

You can find other monthly roundup fic rec lists here.

[universeislove]

Need danmei recommendations

I finally hit the wall when I'm not sure what I could read next and enjoy it, so I need some recommendations.

Here is a list of my favorites:

1. Are You Addicted?

2.The Founder of Diabolism

3. Heaven Official’s Blessing

4. The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System

5. My Little Poplar

6. Wu Chang Jie

7. Guardian

8. Faraway Wanderers

9. The Legendary Master’s Wife

10. Copper Coins

11. A Certain Someone

12. Agreement of being gay for 30 days

13. Global Examination

14. Lovely Allergen

15. Fanservice Paradox

16. Thousand Autumns

17. Quickly Wear the Face of the Devil

18. Sha Po Lang

19. Assistant Architect

20. Golden Stage

21. My Husband is Suffering from a Terminal Illness

22. The Wrong Way to a Demon Sect Leader

23. Devil Venerable Also Wants to Know

24. Mr. Melancholy Wants to Live a Peaceful Life

25. The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

26. Little Mushroom

27. Restricted Area

28. Accidental Mark

29. Yu Wu

30. Black-bellied vs. Black-bellied: Ultimate Showdown

31. Four O’Clock Flower

32. This Omega is Sweet and Wild

33. How To Say I Love You

34. Mistakenly Saving the Villain

35. Accidentally Married a Man Full of Vinegar

36. After I Possessed the Tmall Genie of the Shool Adonis

37. Your Memes Are Better Looking Than You

38. Bite Your Fingertips

39. How to Survive as a Villain

40. Stray

41. The Disabled Tyrant's Pet Palm Fish

42. Everyone Knows I'm a Good Person

43. Qiang Jin Jiu

44. Don't You Like Me

45. Stone Age Husband Raising Journal

46. I've Liked Your Boyfriend for a Long Time

47. I Only Like Your Made-up Persona

49. The Prince Can Always Hear The Secret Servant Chanting The Qingxin Mantra Before Going To Bed

49. How Are You Guys Getting Boyfriends While Gaming

50. Silent Reading

I would like something in the same vibe as any of these, please 🙏

[solselah]

ELEMENTAL

READING

WATER :

Water signs YALL are tapping in ten toes down !! Like whatever it is you’re focused on right now you’re married to that Goal ! You’re not worried about no body right now , no Living thing could stop your flow at this time !! Your third eye chakra is very open and sensitive around this time allowing certain prophetic dreams & Messages to come through to you when you probably least expect it ! You’re doing amazing learning how to alchemize the bad and Turn it into your treasure !! Chanting or Mantras are / could be your best friend at this point in time , it can help to release stagnant and Rough energies surrounding your auric field ! Things are becoming more and more enlightening for you , I hope you continue to be you at this time , no one is worth compromising SELF ! Stay YOU water signs 🌊

🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊

FIRE :

Fire signs at this time you are entering this mini tower moment that is breaking down illusions that no longer serve you. You’re holding on for dear life I can say don’t waste your energy because you will release it as soon as 3 weeks (could be up to 5) depending on your journey!! You guys could be destroying the illusion of a twin flame , you could’ve been thinking for YEARS that this person was your Twinflame but they turned out to be your karmic partner in this life time !! I can see the patience in you goes down like 75% you’re just tired of having to Figure out what type of connection enters your life , you just want to Love and be loved !! And believe me that simplicity you crave is knocking on your door , but there is a step you have to take first ! You have to continue to break these illusions down !

I hear it was set up purposely and has to be torn down purposely ! This will be your initiation into this new eras ascension! Keep your strength Up & Remember who you are! Do work with the moon if you feel called that will definitely help you to calculate how this break down goes ! Use the moon as your karmic clock ! As the cycles change so do you 😉🔥

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

AIR:

Air signs I can see you’re avoiding essential things like “simple” things & I send you so much love and encouragement because I can see something is emotionally draining you from feeling like YOU ! For some you could have just went through a loss I’m feeling more emotional loss but Could be something physical ! Definitely not feeling anything too serious , but I do know the deeper you put yourself in this hole the harder it will be to dig yourself out ! You may feel like you’re at a stalemate in life & you really have no care for anything ! I’m hearing this is an Alignment you’re going through & for that to Rebirth itself , you need to be as still as possible ! So I am sorry if in your silence it is deafening but this will soon pass & I can’t lie it may take a little while like 9 months + But i do see here your just chilling and watching movies & catching up on your fav series just to help you relax ! For some this is a moment in time for you to be and feel “Normal” without Having to be spiritual driven mentally ALL the time , it leaves room for you as a human to just BE !!

Spring and summer will feel amazing for you and if you’re planning an island trip please do enjoy & make sure you pack a little extra you may need it ! Lol very specific but it may be like a monthly cycle thing so just make sure you have all your essentials while you travel lol don’t forget ✨

🌬️🌬️🌬️🌬️🌬️🌬️🌬️🌬️🌬️🌬️🌬️🌬️🌬️🌬️🌬️🌬️

EARTH :

Earth signs I’m getting this distant vibe from you all ! You’re in your peaceful era. The things that bothered you in the past & made you tick are no longer getting a reaction out of you ! There may be some people who are actually missing that part of you . This is a situation where the people you are out growing ,are sad you’re no longer in their exact cycle! Some of the people in your circle kind of want you to stay in the circle ! Just being redundant and not necessarily challenging yourself ! As much as it may feel weird you’re out growing these places & people ! Don’t think for a second you’re doing anything wrong this is meant to happen exactly as it is. Things are closing and other doors are Plotting to open for you ! But make sure to Precisely cut these people and places out of your life . I can see for some you have a male friend who thinks you’re literally joking about this change ! Unfortunately you will show them better than you can ever tell ! There is a message about making sure your car is in safe condition especially those encountering snow ! If you don’t HAVE to go , then don’t. (You will intuitively feel this ) and that’s how you’ll know it’s better to not attend !

Always remember safety first✨

🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱

~COLLECTIVE CHANNELED MESSAGE~

Co creating with the universe! Being vulnerable enough to say when you’re wrong & to fix when you slip up!The universe is rewarding your Success & confidence !! You’ve paid attention you “watched and learned “ the energy you have utilize it to decompress! There is emphasis on just giving yourself a BREAK! Take some pictures & have fun , go cook a fun meal that you never tried & tell the ones you love that you LOVEEE them !! Be unapologetically you ! That’s an important subject your guides want to highlight to you 💓

🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐

Hope you Enjoy ✨

IG:@Soleccentric

[nowiamcoveredinyou]

Clandestine meetings (part 8)

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 6, part 7

Sherlock x (married) oc!

Devi's cab arrived at her desired destination, She couldn't dare to look at the black door again. The door she came through when she was baffled and inside, something bloomed so beautiful that she had to kill. Did she really kill her feelings? Will she ever be? Holmes' name was on her mind. She chanted his name like a mantra. She couldn't let herself get out of the cab. She sat there, until the cabbie spoke in his cockney accent, “we've arrived a minute ago”.

Devi startled in her seat and with a nod she got down. Her eyes were teary, was it really the last time she'll be seeing him? No… it can't be. Debashish is ruined for her, Holmes is the only person she could be with. Oh how cruel fate has been to her. Is it? She questioned that thought too. By turn of fate she met the love of her life.

Mrs Hudson, the landlady opened the door, Devi once talked to her, however she was in no mood to waste her time on her stories of her best friend leaving her wedding early. So she went straight to upstairs and knocked at the door.

Her heart belated faster as Holmes opened the door, doctor Watson was with him too, greeting Devi, yet Devi only looked at Holmes. They let her in silently. There was a storm inside Devi but there was also a tiny storm in Sherlock Holmes. Why not? She's still Devi, the client he called his friend and cared for her. Devi turned finally to both of them and said,

“Mr Holmes, Dr Watson, thank you so much for your help! My husband would have been jobless in no time, if not for you two.”

“And Holmes would have had to pass another few weeks in his usual black mood if not for you, Mrs Dey!” Dr Watson chuckled as he replied, letting Devi have a good laugh too. Holmes smiled at his comment. He wanted to laugh but perhaps he too knew why Devi's here.

Devi kept gazing at Mr Holmes, with all the Love she held in her eyes, and all the sorrow of leaving him. Holmes stared at her too, in silence.

Devi opened her mouth to say something but stopped immediately as she found doctor Watson gazing at them with curiosity. He understood what she meant, after clearing his throat he took his leave, letting Devi and Holmes have the conversation Devi intended to have.

Devi began, “My husband’s employers have taken his suspension order back. They have asked him to resume his work as soon as he is able to.”

Holmes nodded before answering, ofcourse! He hated it. Why's marriage so important? After everything Devi is still managing to remain a house wife of that stupid man? Ofcourse he didn't reciprocated her feelings but she could re-start her sitaar, Holmes gave his notes to her too. Is she too much drowned in the marriage that she didn't understand his indication? She needed herself not her bloody husband. He didn't say any of this, he remained calm and answered as he thought he should, “Ah, I knew you would make it up with your husband! Some disputes here and there are quite common in marriages, or so I have heard.

Devi opened her mouth to explain the truth to Mr Holmes, but then she refrained. Some disputes?! She wished she could tell him everything, but what will it do? She chose this life so she decided to change the topic. “He is not going to work in The Daily Telegraph, London. He does not know where he would go or what he would do, but we are certainly moving out of London within a week” She paused. “He is a self-respecting man. He will not be able to work in a place where he almost got imprisoned when he was blameless.” She sighed remembering what that meant, the cause of her visit to Holmes, she could cry, she wanted to but she gulped her sorrow and said, “I suppose I will never see you again.”

Mr Holmes took her by her shoulders and gazed into her eyes. He knew he's the only one who could give Devi some peace at least at this moment of separation, he started softly, addressing her by her first name effortlessly, “Devi, do not be so certain about something, of which you have no way to be certain about.My casework is not limited to London,” he said and smiled. “If you wish, you could just close your eyes and picture my face. Who is to say - perhaps I would be right outside your House!”

They both laughed together, although Devi wished for everything he said comes true. She couldn't stop hoping for one day he'll love her the way she wants. Maybe, maybe not. Who knows about him anyway. No one. Devi looked down and wipe tear from the corner of her eyes. She was both happy and sad at the same time. Happy because she was Holmes, sad, because she's leaving him, uncertain of them ever seeing eachother's face ever again.

“You would ruin your kohl if you cried.” Holmes shrugged with his brow raised and lips pursed.

Devi laughed a bit more as she dabbed her eyes with her saree cloth. She tried as hard as possible to compose herself in front of the detective. But he's doing it again. Noticing every detail about her, this what made her fall for him in the first place. Did Debashish ever tried to notice anything about her? No. But he…. Alas, yet they're to be separated,

“All right.” she said, trying hard to stay calm.

Devi stretched her arms and Holmes stepped forward to embrace her. Devi closed her eyes as Holmes' arms wrapped her. The warmth she felt was indescribable and probably she'll never have it ever again. No, she can't let go of it. Oh God why's love a punishment to her. Why's it so? However she had a duty, so she opened her eyes and finally pulled herself away.

After letting each other go, Holmes folded his hands and said, “Nomoskar,” in his own accent. Trying hard not to offend her and her very sweet language.

Devi folded her hands too and left the flat. She would bawl like a small child on the spot if she did not leave right away. Leaving was, not that easy as it seemed like. Leaving was painful. Because it wasn't the true Devi that just went out of 221b Baker Street. This Devi left an important part of her here. Her heart.

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Holmes had been staring out of the window of the flat so that he could look at Devi for as long as he could. Wishing if he could do more for her. Perhaps making sure she resumes playing sitar? He would have done that if she stayed but… she's leaving. She's going far. He knew himself, no matter what he says, if his mind palace is cluttered perhaps one day Devi would be deleted. He feared it. He hoped Devi never stops writing letters to him. But what if she forgets him? If she gets children and gets busy? Busy enough to forget Sherlock Holmes? Will her children, if she ever has them, know about him? All these thoughts surrounded him. Devi's departure was saddening. However who knows what future holds, either one day they'll see eachother again, embrace again, he'll see Devi's beautiful innocent eyes too. Or perhaps one day the memory of Devi Dey will be deleted and the man named Sherlock Holmes will just fade from Devi as well. Latter one was hard to accept even for Holmes.

Watson showed up from his bedchamber. He smirked seeing his friend staring out of his window, savouring the moment of watching Devi as long as he can, “Why, what happened to your mood, dear fellow?”

“She is leaving town within a week. Devi.” He said turning to him, leaving the window as finally Devi disappeared into the crowd.

The two men froze for a second. There was clear sign of disappointment in his eyes.

“First-name basis, Holmes?” watson asked, sitting in his chair and taking out his pipe. He wondered if Devi melted the glacier even a tiny bit.

Holmes shrugged again, as he sat infront of him with a sigh, “She insisted that I call her that.”

“Are you -”

“Yes, my boy. I am sure that I have not magically developed any sentiments of that sort for Devi. I sincerely hope that we are done.” He cut him off before he could complete his stupid question. Stupid, yes, he's Sherlock Holmes, he's married to his work and that was the truth. However Devi was a breath of fresh air to him just like he was to Devi. Well more than that.

Watson nodded. “Yes we are.” He walked across the room to stand by the window to get a glimpse of Devi however she was gone already. Holmes shook his head and got up to draw the curtains. Enough sentiments for this whole time.

Watson turned around to face Holmes, smiling ruefully at him. “It must have taken a lot for Mr and Mrs Dey to be able to live together in a civil way again.” He too was rather concerned for them. A broken loveless marriage. Dear lord, how might that'll be?

“Quite so, Watson.” Holmes nodded.

“I do not think that marriage would be anything other than loveless now.”

Holmes remained silent as he did not know what to say. He doesn't know anything about love or marriage, he might not be the person to comment on it.

“Perhaps two broken hearts can fix each other.” watson added, a positive sentence to cheer Holmes up. Perhaps in an unknown land, Devi and Debashis will find eachother as pillar for one another. However… things might also turn out to be drastically different.

“I doubt it, Watson.” Holmes sighed. “If only Mr Dey cared for Devi.” He's never trusted Debashis with his wife. And human emotions? He wish he knew about it more. He hoped one thing for now, for Devi to never stop writing to him in near future. At this point he was clearly aware, Devi Dey will live longer in his mind.

They both fell silent for some time, wondering about her.

The silence was broken by a sharp knock at the door of the flat.

Mrs Hudson opened the door and let herself in finding both the men standing in silence, looking at the ground. “Here is a letter for you, Mr Holmes.”

Holmes accepted the letter without a word. Mrs Hudson saw him but didn't bother to speak. Who knows what's going in him anyway so she did what she could, left him with his letter and Watson.

“Does Mrs Dey really miss you that much?” Watson joked to make the situation lighter.

Holmes looked up from the letter at Watson and noticed a mischievous smile playing across his lips. “Hush, Watson!”

Watson chuckled and came closer to look at the letter.

“I see, we have another case already.” Holmes handed the letter to Watson. “Look at this peculiar paper quality. What do you infer from it, Watson?”

Thus, Mr Sherlock Holmes and Dr John Watson moved on to what they both did the best: solving crimes and helping people. The new adventure was afoot.