#Why are we dressed as maids? To look CUTE that's why

[kakusu-shipping]

Maid outfits for the mario trio?~

Of COURSE the first of these requests I'm gonna do is the one where we all wear cute dresses this is my entire stich at this point huh.

[luciality]

iggypan

[unriding]

KINKTOBER DAY 15 — IN UNIFORM. kuroo tetsurou x f! maid cafe! reader ﾉ there’s about five minutes left on the clock before your coworker comes back.

contains — semi-public sex, choking (not quite, but just to be safe ^^), squirting, traces of exhibitionism, reader wears a cat costume (but it’s just ears!)

Closing doesn’t typically take you this long. Though it makes sense, seeing as how your shifts lately have been anything but typical. It never is whenever Kuroo decides to pay you a visit.

Actually, it hasn’t been just ‘typical’ ever since the night Kuroo found out about your work. You’ve brought it up to him a couple times, vaguely, before the two of you had officially started dating. Never explicitly. Maybe that’s why he was so intrigued as soon as he saw your uniform in your washer.

“A maid, huh?”

It’s never been the same since then. On some days, he has the time to visit you. Requests that the ‘pretty girl over there’ help him out, and laughs when you’re shoving a menu into his hands with an embarrassed huff. Seeing you like this never seems to get old to him. Sometimes, he’ll tug on your dress to ask for a quick photo to commemorate— like a fan meeting their lifelong idol.

And on other days, your wrists are pinned behind your back— only one big hand needed to hold you still as he fucks you over the same table you served him at only an hour ago. Such as tonight.

“I was almost finished here,” your voice trails off into a breathless sigh when he bottoms out, “y-you’re always so impatient.”

You only hear him sheepishly laugh from above. “Sorry, sorry. Couldn’t wait until you finished up. Not when you had on such a cute costume today.”

Your cheeks heat up through a glare. Cat ears. You remember telling him not to visit you today for this exact reason. Of course, a part of you was already expecting for him to clear his schedule as soon as he caught a glimpse of the embarrassed look in your eyes.

That’s why when he finally came through the doors with a cheeky grin, you weren’t surprised in the slightest. Though it didn’t make serving him as a cat any less embarrassing.

“Someone could see us like this…!” Each word that leaves your mouth comes out unsteady from how deep he reaches inside you with each thrust. It’s a bit hard to breathe— and you’re not sure if it’s because of the heat flooding your cheeks, or if it’s from the way you think you might be feeling him in your stomach.

“Yeah? Let’s hope no one decides to pay my favorite maid a visit an hour after closing,” he lets go of your hands only to loop his arms around your chest and hug you tight against himself, “because you’re already busy. With me, that is.” You feel his lips tug into a smile.

“No. Not that…my coworker— ‘s coming back. I-I could get in.. trouble…!”

Your coworker? He didn’t hear about this. “..Eh? You’re not closing alone today?” Kuroo slows down a bit, chuckling when you whine at the change in pace.

“No,” you push your hips back against Kuroo, trying to urge him to continue anyway, but he slows down more at this, much to your dismay. “I think…. she’ll be back in five minutes. Five minutes max. So…”

A challenge. He understands right away. “Ah, ah, I get it. How mean of you. Only a few minutes?” There’s a teasing lilt in his voice, as if not concerned in the slightest about the time crunch. You know he isn’t.

His fingers dip down and ghost over your clit a second after and your hips buck, a loud whimper slipping out that makes the both of you freeze in place. “Then… better be a bit quieter than that, yeah? We should hurry. I’ll make it quick. Promise.”

“So you,” your mouth falls open when he pulls out, thickness dragging perfectly against your walls until only the tip is inside, and then he slams back inside in one rough movement— ripping a loud gasp from your lungs. “..Just have to hold tight and take it.”

You don’t even get a chance to respond.

Not when he sets such a brutal pace against you as soon as the words leave his mouth. He has your body mapped out, each sensitive spot inside you ingrained in his head and he finds it with ease— only smiles to himself when your hands desperately scramble to grasp onto the table in a weak attempt to keep yourself grounded.

You have to take it all, take every inch of him even when your legs start to tremble and buckle beneath him like clockwork. “Looks like I’m doing good with time,” he laughs, two big hands coming to hold your hips— keep you up for him so he can have his way with you, “aren’t I? Doing so good for me. Keep letting me win this, okay?”

A strained moan is all you can respond with. Not even a snarky comment that you wish you could manage to get out. Kuroo thinks you might be trying to moan out his name, and maybe something along the lines of “too rough!” as well.

A very normal thing for you to say when you’re close. Only means he’s doing good. The hold around your hips tightens, each drag of his cock making it that much harder for you to stay quiet and even harder to fight the tightening knot growing in your core.

The thought of your coworker overhearing the two of you briefly crosses your mind, but you can’t find it in yourself to want to stop. He feels so good— surely she wouldn’t mind. She would understand if she was in your shoes. You’re certain of this.

One hard thrust directly into your spot pushes you over the edge. Your eyes go wide as soon as the knot in your belly abruptly snaps— nails digging into the wood of the table and a loud cry you know you’ll regret later slips out.

“Oh, there she is,” Kuroo’s hand loops underneath you, lands on your throat and pulls you until your back is flush against his chest. “Let me make it a good one.”

He reaches deeper with the angle. You choke on your own voice, hands frantically moving to push against him to ease the stretch and rid of this weird feeling, but you’re not fast enough. “T-Tetsu— ‘s deep!” You yelp, eyes slamming shut before you suddenly start gushing.

You can tell he’s smiling even when you collapse back onto the table with heavy pants. Can tell he’s amused with the way you shift your weight under your arms instead of your legs. “You…..” your chest heaves up and down as you try to catch your breath, “…made me squirt.”

“Just proof that I won, kitten.” He leans down, resting his elbows on the table beside you with a grin. As if the two of you are friends catching up on the latest gossip. “Don’t be mad though. I’ll help you clean up, okay? We still have time. Look.”

Your eyes follow his finger to land on the clock hanging on the wall, and your mouth falls open.

“I was pretty fast, huh? Think we have time for more once I take you home?”

[bucksangel]

more than a mid day amusement

pairing: sugar daddy/silver fox!bucky x reader

word count: 5k

summary: being in a relationship with an older man comes with challenges, all that come to a head one night when an old friend digs up some insecurities and threatens to break everything you have with the man you love.

warnings: 18+ ONLY, sugardaddy!au, age gap, angst, fluff, jealousy, love-making, fingering, unprotected p in v, bucky is a silver fox, pet names (princess), daddy kink, love confessions, happy ending

a/n: i read this fic by @witchywithwhiskey and decided I wanted to write a sugar daddy!bucky fic, so here y’all go! Thank you molly for unintentionally giving me inspiration🤍

masterlist | tip jar | ao3

Upon walking through the doors, you have to fight to not let your mouth drop open. The ballroom is, to put it simply, utterly gorgeous. Several chandeliers hang from the tall ceiling, the tile floors are pearly and pristine, and the artwork adorning the walls is almost too beautiful to look at. There was a large Angel fountain in front of the property, and there’s a matching one inside in the middle of the room. Dozens of butlers walk by every minute, all holding a tray of champagne or an array of Hors D’oeuvres, and maids linger on the outskirts ready to clean up any messes. There are easily over two hundred people here to raise money for some children’s charity that you can’t remember the name of, and all are ready to spend more money on a single sculpture than you spend on rent for an entire year.

The people that you engage with upon first entering are dull, so much so that you grab a flute of champagne from a passing waiter and sip on it while staring at the art, letting Bucky do all the talking. He does his best to involve you in the conversations whenever he can, but he understands you’re not here to talk business, so he doesn’t let the talks dip any further than surface level – always mindful of your time. While you never mind, after all you know why you’re here, you are thankful because you’re pretty sure your brain can’t hold any more information on Stark’s stock prices.

These parties – galas, charities, call it whatever you want – are always boring, too many rich people with fake laughs and ulterior motives and side eyes. Your first was about six months ago, and you were pretty sure your anxiety had never been so bad, obsessing over the dress Bucky chose for you and if it would be appropriate, if people would think you looked nice, if your hair was in place because you would be damned if you made Bucky look bad by looking bad yourself. And, maybe you wanted to look good for him too.

Your relationship isn’t conventional, it never has been. You met through one of those stereotypical romantic comedies “we walked into each other and spilled our coffees on each other” meet-cute situations outside of the coffee shop. Except, you weren’t all that cute about it. It was your favorite shirt, and you were going to be at work on time except now you had to go to the store to get a new one because your apartment was too far away to simply go back. You’ll admit that you were a little rude to him, especially since even then you knew it was an honest mistake, but one flash of Bucky’s pearly white teeth and the low tenor of his voice asking if he can buy you a new one – a shirt and coffee – had you crumbling.

He understood your reservations about you letting him drive you to a nearby store, you were strangers after all, but he had absolutely no trouble pulling out his wallet and flipping it open, and you will also admit that the sound you made when he did so was not dignified. The stack of one-hundred-dollar bills was obscene and the sleek black card on the side was taunting you, prompting you to wonder what in the hell this man did for work. He was older, maybe later forties or early fifties, dressed in a sharp black on black suit with matching loafers, his hair was perfectly slicked back, and you still don’t know much about cologne, but you were pretty sure that his easily cost hundreds of dollars.

He handed you three hundred dollars for the new shirt, waving off your balking expression by saying that he feels really bad because he can see how upset you are so “please treat yourself.” You were a little apprehensive about taking it, but Bucky was so sincere and kind and, truthfully, you needed the money. So, you took it.

And his invitation for a date.

You’re still not sure how he got you to agree to it, even now Bucky says he’s not sure either, but you chalk it up to the fact that he’s a dangerous sweet talker. The fact that he’s a walking God among men just sweetened the deal. The silver in his beard and the grays at his temples made him look refined, dignified, like he was confident and knew what he wanted, and would do anything to get it.

Apparently, you were what he wanted.

The date was nothing short of lovely, a beautiful dinner at some fancy high-rise restaurant in Manhattan overlooking the city as the sun was setting. It wasn’t packed, so there was only the quiet murmur of conversation mingled in with the Orchestral strings from the band in the corner while you ate better than you have in your entire life. Surprisingly, you both had a lot in common, you have similar music tastes, book recommendations, food palettes, almost everything really. The connection came as a shock considering you’re easily twenty years younger than him, and that’s when you really understood that age was just a number.

Given your age gap and his obvious wealth, you had a feeling you knew where this date was headed, but Bucky hadn’t made you feel awkward or made any inappropriate advances or comments, so you pushed it aside and sat through the date with a wide smile and a full belly. By three glasses of wine in, you were giggly, and Bucky was a little flushed from the bourbon he’d been nursing, and when the waiter took your plates and went to get the dessert, he broke the news.

Bucky, as you can see, is older, he’s not married, has no kids, living in a too-big house. Being one of the top CEOs in the country, all the women he meets are after his money, always with an ulterior motive, and to an extent he understands why. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt though. But, Bucky doesn’t have a lot of time to go out and find the perfect woman right now, so all he wants is some companionship, someone to take on trips and dates when he gets bored, someone to spoil and dote on because he’s a provider by nature. He’d want you to accompany him to the events he has to attend as part of work, and in return he’d give you an allowance on top of paying for your apartment.

He laid everything out, asking you questions and answering anything that you had, talking in depth and easing any worries you had over an older man asking you to be his sugar baby. You’ve never done this before, so it felt a little weird to be talking about it, but by the time you’d finished dessert, you were free of any hesitation.

You went home that night with Bucky’s number in your phone, five hundred dollars in your wallet, and a pending payment to your apartment complex for that month’s rent.

Tonight is similar to other charity events, boring small talk with even more boring people that’s only made better by Bucky’s arm around your waist. Also the new necklace he’d given you when he picked you up earlier that evening.

The necklace – a simple pearl on a gold chain, matches your light peach dress. The dress cups your breasts and hugs your waist, then flows around your hips to form a small train behind you as you walk. It’s smooth silk, and Bucky laughed when you asked to marry him because he made sure to tell the designer to add pockets. It’s beautiful, something Bucky has taken note of multiple times tonight.

“You’re stunning, you know that?” Bucky asks softly, his lips pressed to your ear and his hand warm on your lower back. You’re standing off to the side with drinks in your hands, facing each other in your own little bubble as you talk and joke about the people walking by. “The most beautiful princess ever.”

Giggling, you can feel your cheeks heating up at the same time as your eyes roll a little.

“You’ve said that like five times tonight,” You tease, reaching up with your free hand to tuck a strand of hair behind Bucky’s ear.

“Well, how rude of me,” He says with a mischievous smile. “It should be triple by now.”

“You know you don’t need to sweet talk me, I’m already going home with you.” Again, you giggle, shaking your head teasingly.

“It’s not about that,” Bucky says seriously, his voice turning stern. “I don’t care if you sleep with me tonight or not, you’re beautiful, and you should know that.”

Butterflies fill your tummy, and your face grows warmer. Your heart bursts with affection at the same time feeling like it’s been stabbed. Lately, Bucky’s been getting a little more affectionate with his words and actions, which is saying something considering he already doted on you quite a bit. Part of you wonder if your feelings for him are reciprocated, if you’re not falling in love alone.

Because, as much as you tried not to, you fell for your sugar daddy.

It’s probably a bad idea to let yourself sink into the delusion that you’re actually a couple, that you’re both in love without the monetary incentive. In fact, you know it’s dangerous.

That’s not going to stop you tonight.

Leaning up, you place a soft and lingering kiss on Bucky’s lips, both of you sighing into the kiss. “Thank you, daddy,” You whisper when you pull away, looking into his eyes and seeing a twinkle in them. You’re not sure what it means, and you want so desperately to ask why he’s looking at you like you’re his whole world, but the words die on your tongue. You don’t want to ruin the moment by revealing your feelings.

After a pause, Bucky smirks. “You’re welcome, princess.” He leans down this time and kisses you again, this time it’s a little more passionate. His tongue invades your mouth, his hand drifting to your waist and gripping it tight, pulling you flush against your body. The kiss feels different somehow, the sparks are flying higher than usual, and something deep in your bones knows that things are going to change tonight.

You pull away only when your lungs are screaming for air, even though you’d love nothing more than to spend the rest of the evening kissing him, touching him, worshipping him and letting him worship you. Intimacy is never boring with you two, it’s always intense, whether he’s plowing into you from behind and calling you degrading names or you’re in missionary, whining and whimpering because Bucky won’t speed up his hips. He could, and has, spent hours eating you out, making you cum over and over until you black out, only for him to fuck you awake. You’ve sucked his dick under the tables of various restaurants. You’ve let him convince you to wear dresses without panties on your dates. Whatever it is you do, you know you’ll have fun.

Hours pass by with Bucky guiding you around the ballroom, making small talk with people you don’t know the names of, playing the part of his doting date expertly. It’s when he leaves your side to go to the bar that things heat up.

“Oh my god,” A deep voice says behind you, and for a split second you have a sense of nostalgia, like you’ve heard that voice before. A hand touches your arm, prompting you turn around and come face to face with the man that approached you.

And wouldn’t you know it, it’s Aaron, your best friend from childhood. Happiness immediately floods your body. You haven’t seen or heard from him in so long, not that there was a bad falling out, you two just grew apart. But it’s still good to see him, he was a part of so many happy memories when you were a kid.

“Oh my god!” You repeat, your eyes widen. Both of you outstretch your arms at the same time, going in for a hug with smiles on your faces. “Aaron, it’s so good to see you! We haven’t talked in so long.”

“I know,” He says remorsefully, sporting a sheepish grin that you match. “I’m sorry about that. You were my best friend.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault, okay? It was both of us.” Your reassurance seems to put him at ease, and you fall into an easy conversation, catching up on your lives and reminiscing on your younger years and the trouble you both got into.

“Remember when Anthony tripped you for saying no to his marriage proposal?” Aaron asks with a chuckle, and you let out a laugh at the memory.

“Well, we were seven and at that time all boys had cooties, so I’m not sure why he thought I’d say yes.”

“Princess.” Bucky says from behind you, and you turn around to see him holding a glass of bourbon with slightly furrowed brows.

“Oh, Bucky!” You exclaim, reaching out for him and tugging him closer. “This is Aaron, we used to be the best of friends when we were kids.”

“I know Aaron,” Bucky says cooly, wrapping his arm around your waist possessively. When you look back at your friend, you completely miss the anger in Bucky’s eyes. “We went to the same college. I was a TA for a few of his first year classes.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, and you look between Bucky and Aaron with a quizzical look.

“Really? Wow, the world is small.” You laugh softly, as does Aaron.

Bucky stays silent. In fact, he stays relatively quiet for the entire interaction, letting you and your friend reconnect for what feels like hours. Eventually, though, all the champagne you’ve drank has gotten to your system and the need to pee hits you straight in the gut. Extracting yourself from Bucky’s hold, you tell the men that you’re going to the bathroom, and kiss Bucky’s cheek before turning and walking towards the hallway that leads to it.

And while you’re in the bathroom, you’re ruminating a little on your conversation, and an unpleasant feeling settles in your stomach when you finally register all the compliments Aaron was throwing your way and how Bucky’s grip would tighten with each one. But you saw his wedding ring, so you’re sure he doesn’t have an ulterior motive. Maybe he just genuinely wants you to know you look nice.

However, when you get back to the ballroom and scan the crowd, you see Bucky’s back as he faces your friend. Aaron has a smug smirk on his face, his hands in his pockets, and his posture relaxed. He doesn’t seem phased by whatever Bucky is saying, making you curious as to what they’re talking about. When you get a few feet behind them, you start to hear it.

“…So leave her alone, okay? She’s taken.” Bucky’s voice is deep, using what you’ve deemed his Important CEO voice.

“I don’t know about that,” Aaron says, and the unpleasant feeling grows. “She didn’t seem to mind that I was flirting with her. Plus, what are you, like, seventy? You’re way too old for her, grandpa. She’s going to leave you eventually.”

Anger flares up in your body, your eyes filling with fire and your heart filling with rage at his degrading comments. Bucky is perfect. He’s kind, respectful, funny, the whole nine yards. So someone insulting him, especially about your age gap which you know he’s already a little self-conscious about.

“She’s my girl,” Bucky reiterates sharply, and you can see his hand tighten around the now empty glass he’s holding. Quite frankly, you’re surprised it hasn’t shattered. With the short pause in their conversation, you decide now is a time to butt in.

“Bucky,” You say, walking up to him further and placing your hand on his back. You want to yell at Aaron for being so rude, maybe even punch him, but you know causing a scene wouldn’t be a good look. You decide it’s safer to play dumb. “I’m not really feeling good.” Bucky’s eyebrows furrow with worry, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, he’s always taken your well-being seriously, and the affection settles you a little.

“Nothing, I just think I drank a little too much. Do you think we could leave?” You briefly glance over at Aaron, seeing that he’s now looking pissed off.

Good.

“Of course we can, princess,” Bucky says softly, leaning forward and kissing your forehead tenderly. “Come.”

You don’t bother saying goodbye to Aaron, you don’t even glance at him as you let Bucky tug you along to the car. You’re starting to get worried with each step you take because you can see that he’s tense while at the same time despondent. He’s never said anything about your age gap bothering him, but you can be observant. You’ve noticed that lately he’s been a little timid when telling anyone how old he is when you’re around, almost like it just drives home the point that you’re so far apart in age and causing others to judge and sneer at both of you. He gets a little shifty when someone comments on it or makes a passing joke, and you always try to reassure him without outright saying that you know.

When you get to the car, he opens your door for you, going about the usual routine of buckling you in and kissing your cheek before shutting the door and going around to his side. Things are quiet and tense the whole drive to Bucky’s penthouse, he’s not even holding your hand or resting his on your thigh like he usually would. It upsets you, and you want so badly to ask what he’s feeling, to tell him that it’s okay because you genuinely do care for him and that Aaron was out of line for saying the things he did.

Again, you can’t seem to find the words.

You still don’t speak when you get to his place. Getting out of the car, the walk into the building, and the elevator ride up to his floor all go about in silence. It’s not until you get into his kitchen that he says anything.

“Are you happy with our arrangement?” He asks as he hands you a glass of water, and the question physically hurts you.

“Of course I am,” You say, even though it’s a complete lie. In reality you want to actually be with him, but you’re still deciding on if you want to tell him. “Are you not?”

Bucky doesn’t say anything, and a pit forms in your stomach. Is he really not happy with you? He told Aaron you were his girl, but his silence to your question is deafening.

“So you wouldn’t prefer to actually be in a relationship?” He asks tentatively, putting his hands in his pockets and looking at the ground as though it’s the most fascinating thing in the world. “There are plenty of men out there that would love to have you as theirs.”

That stabs at your heart, and you have to force the tears from forming in your eyes. That ‘plenty of men’ comment crushes you, because it just proves to you that he doesn’t see himself actually being in a relationship with you.

“No,” You say after a moment, now looking down at your hands to hide your sad eyes in case he looks at you again.

Everything is quiet for a long while, anxiety bubbling up and threatening to spill. You’ve never felt this way about anyone else, never felt this type of all consuming love for another person, and you don’t want to lose it.

It seems like you might, tonight.

“Um,” Bucky says after a while, clearing his throat. “I can, uh, take you home if you’re still not feeling good.” This time tears do form in your eyes. You don’t want to leave, but it seems like he’s pushing you out as politely as he can.

You know what you need to do.

“If you want to end our arrangement, I understand.” Your voice is soft but thick with how hard you’re trying not to cry. “If you want to be with someone else, it’s okay.” It’s not, not really. But you know it’s not your right to demand that he stay with you if he doesn’t want to.

“I don’t want to be with anyone else,” He confesses hesitantly, and you can feel his gaze boring holes into you. You hear his shoes pad along the carpet until they appear in your line of sight. His hand rests on the back of your neck, guiding your head up to look at him through tears. “But I’m too old for you. You need someone younger, someone better suited for you than I am.”

“You’re perfect for me,” You blurt out despite your better judgment. “You’re not ‘too old’, and there’s no one better suited for me than you. We get along, don’t we? Don’t you at least like my company?”

“I love your company.” Both of you pause, and this time a spark of hope ignites in your heart. “I love you.”

His soft admission causes you to gasp, and your anxiety completely fades away.  Now that you know his feelings, you’re not going to let him push you away.

“But- “

“But nothing,” You say, standing up on wobbly legs due to your heels. Bucky immediately reaches for your waist to steady you, and they don’t drop when you’re upright. “Even if it’s difficult, if we love each other, it’ll be worth it.”

“You love me?” Bucky sounds shocked, his eyes widening almost comically, though hopefully.

“I do,” You whisper, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear and then cupping his cheek in your palms. “I love you, Bucky. You. Not anyone else. I don’t care how old you are because we connect. We understand each other like I know no one else can.”

Bucky sighs, relieved, and leans forward to rest his forehead on yours. Slowly, he leans down further until his lips are hovering right over yours, but not taking the plunge. Only when you whine does he actually kiss you. It’s not all tongues and teeth and clashing and intensity, it’s warm and passionate and loving, it’s perfect. You kiss for what feels like forever, your lips gliding against each other as you soak each other in. After a while, Bucky pulls away, though only enough to once again hover over his mouth over yours.

“You really love me, princess?” The tenor in his voice shifts the mood, the way he pulls you flush against his body so you can feel the hard outline of his bulge.

“I really love you, daddy.” You smile, as does Bucky, before he suddenly leans down and grabs the back of your thighs so he can lift you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist.

He stares into your eyes the entire walk to his bedroom, and you almost want to cry with how happy you are. The brief angst of almost losing what you have is gone, replaced now with love and lust. He gently sets you down on the floor, wasting no time yet at the same time taking great care of undressing you, sliding your dress off as he presses kisses wherever he can reach. You’re whimpering, your need bubbling up and threatening to make you cry with frustration. You always get a little dumb with Bucky in the bedroom, easily going under until all you can think of and focus on is Bucky.

You look at Bucky while he lowers himself to his knees, putting your hands on his shoulders to steady you as he takes off your heels. He places kisses on your thighs, spreading your legs a little so he can brush his nose along your pubic bone and inhale your scent.

“Fuck, you smell so good,” He groans, his tongue darting out and forcing its way through your folds to tease your clit. And you’re extremely thankful you went without panties tonight.

“Daddy,” You whine, shifting forward into Bucky’s mouth, but he retreats as soon as you do. “Please.”

“Don’t worry, princess,” He murmurs, standing back on his feet. And, even though you want to tear his clothes off, you also don’t want to ruin the serenity of the moment. So you’re slow when taking Bucky’s clothes off, also kissing him and relishing in his pleased sighs and quiet moans.

“Da-“

Bucky cuts you off with a kiss, once again taking you into his arms so he can lay you gently on the bed. He climbs on top of you, continuing to kiss you until you’re breathless and only vaguely aware of Bucky’s hand creeping up your inner thigh until you’re gasping into his mouth due to his thumb settling right against your clit.

“Say it again,” He demands, and you know what he wants to hear.

“I love you.” At that, he rubs his thumb in slow circles, dipping one finger into your aching hole in one fluid motion. You moan loudly, arching your back slightly and pressing your breasts against Bucky’s chest.

He doesn’t speed up his movements, is methodical in how he takes you apart just with his hands. While he fits a second finger in your pussy he starts massaging your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple as he kisses and sucks and nibbles at your jaw and neck, no doubt leaving marks of ownership that you’ll wear proudly.

He continues his gentle movements, only speeding up slightly when he notices your pleasure is growing.

“Fuck, princess, need you to cum so I can be inside you.” His begging only gets you more worked up and you’re so close you can taste your release. “Please, cum.”

And you do, letting go with a wail that Bucky swallows with his mouth. He fingers you through your orgasm, only stopping when you start whining at the sensitivity.

“Daddy,” You say, though you’re not sure exactly what you want to say.

“What do you need, princess?”

“You.” Your response is immediate, and you see Bucky’s features soften. “Always you. Only you.”

Bucky groans and hurriedly situates himself between your spread legs. He reaches between his legs and grasps his cock, hissing at the pleasure before he guides himself to your entrance. With a loving look into your eyes, he smiles and says, “I love you.”

And that’s all the preamble needed for Bucky to push in, slowly stretching you and splitting you open until you’re fully speared on his cock. You can’t do much more than grasp his shoulders, pulling him flush against you so all you can feel, smell, and see is Bucky, your love. He stays still for a moment, letting both of you adjust, simply staring into each other’s eyes as though you can’t get enough of it.

“Please move, daddy.”

He does, pulling his hips back and then thrusting forward, forcing a moan from your mouth. He does it again and again until he’s worked up a steady rhythm, making love to you and worshipping you with his mouth, his hands, and his words. He’s praising you endlessly, telling you how beautiful you are, how much he loves you, how lucky he is that you want to be his.

You don’t realize you’re crying until Bucky’s lips ghost over your cheek and catch a tear, shushing and cooing at you.

“Princess, fuck princess, I love you so much. You feel so fucking good around me, you’re fucking perfect, you know that? The only one for me for this life and any others I live.” Bucky doesn’t stop there, he keeps telling you sweet things and thrusting his hips and nailing your special spot with each one.

“I’m gonna cum, daddy!”

“Hold it,” He says, fucking you a little faster. “Cum with me.”

You whine, and you desperately want to cum, but if Bucky doesn’t want you to then you won’t. So, you hold off as best as you can, resigning yourself to simply feeling, sinking into the pleasure and your head going fuzzier and fuzzier until you’re vaguely aware of Bucky’s desperate and husky voice ordering you to cum.

Through tears, you cry out as your orgasm washes over you, gripping Bucky like a lifeline as he spills inside of you. It lasts eons, flames igniting your skin as both of you share such a special moment. When you finally come down from your high, Bucky is clearly trying not to collapse on top of you, causing you to giggle.

“What’s so funny?” He asks, teasing.

“Nothing,” You assure, now rubbing up and down his back. “I’m just happy.”

Bucky sighs, smiling softly before leaning down to kiss you chastely. Carefully, he rolls you both over so you’re now lying on top of him with his cock still lodged deep in your pussy, keeping his release in place.

“I’m happy too,” Bucky confesses, smiling wider when you do. You both go quiet for a long while, you’re resting your head on his chest and he’s rubbing your back and sides, reveling in the love you share. When you yawn, Bucky chuckles, kissing the top of your head.

“Go to bed, princess. I’ll make us breakfast in the morning.”

“M’kay,” You mumble, nuzzling his chest and kissing over his heart. “I love you.”

“I love you too, princess,” Bucky murmurs, kissing you again. “I love you too.”

You sleep better than you ever have, happier than ever knowing that no matter how hard things get, you have Bucky by your side, and that alone will make things easier.

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[relia-robot-writes]

Export Restriction

We'd gotten all the way through airport security without problems. Its normally hypervigilant attitude had turned docile, and it hadn't even been pulled aside for a special search, just waved through. I thought we were lucky. "Good work, doll," I murmured to it, tracing the line of its jaw where metal met synthflesh. "Very good."

I wasn't prepared for it to collapse onto the floor in a compacted-for-storage ball.

I knelt down next to it, reaching a hand out to touch its shoulder in concern. "Doll? What happened? Are you all right?" When my gentle query was met with nothing more than a small shudder, I hesitated for a moment, but I couldnt help it if I didn't know what was wrong. I put some authority into my voice. "Combat Doll 826-7, report."

It didn't uncurl, but it did speak up. "Combat Doll 826-7, status: red."

I felt a sting of panic. Red could mean a lot of things. "Elaborate."

"This one... this one is not a good doll. This one is useless. It should be decommissioned."

"Whoa, hey, don't talk like that." I sat down next to it. "That doll did very well! You didn't attack anyone, or jump, or even acquire any micromissile locks!"

"Only because it would have been pointless to do so. This one is outmoded. It used to be the case that this one would not have been allowed to leave the country, except on deployment."

"We've left the country together before, though." I kept rubbing its back, tracing my fingers gently across recharge ports and armor seams.

"There were still restrictions! Special search procedures! Weapon lockdowns! This one didn't even get pulled aside for a special search this time!" It wailed. "It is no longer a threat worth being concerned about! Useless! This one is incapable of being your protector!"

My hand stilled. "So that's what this is about, huh," I murmured. "Doll, look at me."

It uncurled itself just enough to meet my gaze. It looked truly miserable. If it had tear ducts, I think its face would have been a mess. "Listen to me, doll. You may not be top-of-the-line anymore. You might not be an automatic threat to aircraft with modern security measures." Its chest hitched, but I plowed forward. "But you're still useful! Why, just the other day you stopped that assassin in his tracks!"

It hitched again, shivering against my touch. "A human assassin? What a joke. Any combat doll could have done that. A human bodyguard could have done that." It sneered through its self-deprecation.

"But more importantly, you know what I need. How I move, how I operate. You're more than a simple combat doll. You provide more than just mere firepower. You give tactical advice, good strategic suggestions, support in times of need. My operations wouldn't be half as successful without you." It blinked at me, misery beginning to drain from its face. I grinned at it. "Plus, you're the only one that knows how I like my tea."

That got an actual bark of laughter, if only briefly. "If you try to put this one in a maid dress, Ma'am, it will detonate its fusion core." It stood, and offered me its hand with a faint smile.

I grabbed it, squeezing it tight as I stood. "Aww, but you'd look so cute!" I teased it, as we took the escalator down to the terminal trains. It wasn't completely better, but we'd get there. Together.

[corroded-hellfire]

okay so i have been thinking about this for the As You Wish universe and imagining Luke and Ryan getting a first look at reader’s wedding dress on the day of the wedding and i would absolutely ADORE a little oneshot of this 🙁 they’re so cute

I saw this request and immediately knew I had to write it. It just makes me so warm and fuzzy inside to think about ❤️

Words: 1.1k

[As You Wish masterlist]

“You look like a princess.”

Nancy’s words make you smile as you stare at yourself in the full-length mirror. The way the white lace lays against your body, accentuating every curve in just the right way. It's like this dress was tailor-made for you. The moment you first tried it on felt like this design was created specifically for you; you were always meant to wear it. To marry Eddie. Even though the day is finally here, you feel like you have to pinch yourself to believe that it’s real. Eddie is going to be your husband. You are going to be his wife.

A few anxiety dreams popped up along the way—mostly about running late for the ceremony and showing up in sweatpants with bedhead. Luckily, your sister Gin is a masterful hair and makeup artist who was able to effortlessly enhance your beauty to match the grace of the dazzling dress.

"I've never seen my hair look better," you comment, eyes meeting your sister's in the mirror as she stands further back in the room. The makeup is just as flattering on you, filling you with an even more magical sensation than you woke up with this morning.

There's a knock on the dressing room door that turns your attention away from the mirror. Jess is the closest one to the door out of your four bridesmaids, so she takes the few steps towards it, her violet floor-length dress swishing around her legs as she goes. She turns the golden doorknob and opens the door a crack. You're unable to hear what's being said but the two voices murmuring on the other side of the wooden door bring a smile to your face.

Jess pops back in and turns to face you with a grin of her own.

"There are two little gentlemen who would like to see you," she says. "And they look quite handsome, I must say."

"Are we allowed in?" you hear Luke call.

"Yes!" you call back with a laugh.

Your maid of honor opens the door all the way, allowing the two young boys to step in. Their little tuxes almost bring tears to your eyes. They look so grown up and you suddenly see them wearing suits for their own weddings someday. Luke's curls are as wild as ever on top of his head, but less frizzy thanks to Gin moussing them up. Ryan's hair is parted on the side, a little product keeping it down and smooth as well.

"Look at you!" you coo, arms opening, ready to embrace them in a hug.

Neither of them responds to you but stare with wide eyes as they take a few steps into the room. Max raises her eyes as she watches your almost-step-sons while Jess closes the door behind them.

Just as you're about to break the unexpected silence, Luke bursts into tears.

"Hey!" You cross the room to get to him, pulling him in for a hug. "What's wrong?"

The nine-year-old doesn't hug you back. Instead, he pulls back and looks up at you through his tears. His blue eyes shine as he sniffles and takes a deep breath to compose himself.

"You look so pretty!" Another cry comes out and he starts to rub his eyes.

"Oh, honey." You kneel down in front of him, a soft smile on your face as you start to rub his back. "Thank you. Is that why you're crying?" He nods and you press a kiss to his cheek. "You don't have to cry, sweetie." You look behind him and see tears in Ryan's eyes as well. "Oh, come here!" Ryan immediately rushes forward and you wrap your arms around both boys. They cling to you and you begin to feel pressure behind your own eyes. Thank God you made sure Gin used waterproof makeup.

"I'm so happy," Luke says as he rests his head on your shoulder.

"You're really gonna be our family,” Ryan adds.

"I know," you say. "Legally. But you've been my family for so long now."

Ryan pulls back and nods his head. He wipes the fallen tears off his cheeks in an attempt to calm himself down.

"You're gonna be a Munson," he says.

Those are the words that cause the tears to fully form in your eyes. You are going to be a Munson. Officially.

The emotion has you holding Luke a little bit tighter, and he clings to you just the same. It's completely understandable that the two boys are overwhelmed--especially the younger Luke. He doesn't know how to express his emotions as articulately as his brother anyway, so the joy coming out as tears is not too worrisome.

Sniffling comes from behind you and you silently wonder which of your bridesmaids is crying. You doubt it's Max, but on the off chance it is, you know your boys wouldn't pass up the opportunity to jovially tease her about it.

"I love you so much," Luke cries.

Despite your tears, a smile that hurts your cheeks grows on your face.

"I love you, too. Both of you." You pull Ryan back in and press a kiss to the side of each of their heads.

"Daddy's gonna cry when he sees you," Ryan says, making you chuckle.

"Gonna cry so much," Luke adds.

"That's okay, I'm going to cry when I see him," you tell them. "Seeing how handsome you two look almost had me breaking down. I can't believe how grown up you are!"

Luke stands up straight, stepping out of your arms, but takes your hand in his own.

"C-Can I dance with you? At the 'ception?" Luke asks, his tears starting to dry. The question only makes yours worse though, so touched by the sweet question.

"Of course we can dance at the reception. I want to dance with you too, Ry."

Ryan nods and rubs at his eyes, the dark brown so reminiscent of his father's.

"Can we stay with you for a while?" Ryan asks.

"Please do." You take his hand in your free one.

"You guys can come sit here with me," Max says, taking a seat on the floral couch tucked into the corner of the room.

They do, and Gin helps you stand up in your gown. You wobble a little, but she helps you get back in front of the mirror. Your older sister smooths out the skirts as you take another look at yourself. A small whisper comes from the couch behind you as you gently dab the tears off your face.

“Daddy’s right. We’re so lucky.”

[i-cant-sing]

Salauddin screaming and THROWING UP because Princess reader won't stop picking up stray animals from outside and bringing them into her bedroom because "it's too hot for them outside ;( " "you said my room was the coolest soo..."

on the contrary, Salauddin himself is an animal lover. They're Allah's creations that cannot speak, that cannot ask for help, they're just vulnerable. He cares for his horses very greatly, no expenses are spared for the their stables, their caretakers and the best medicine from around the world. The pain of thirst, its one of the worst ways to dies, so Salauddin makes sure no one in his kingdom ever goes to sleep hungry or thirsty, humans or animals. He's had special water systems and pots designed practically everywhere in Egypt so birds and dogs and other animals get to drink their fill.

BUT as much as Salauddin cares for animals, he doesnt... exactly appreciate his palace turning into a zoo because of all the animals you keep bringing in. Its kinda his fault really. All Salauddin did was get a pretty white kitten that had blue eyes- it was so cute, so he gifted it to you. When you asked him why, he couldnt say that its because the cute kitten reminded him of you. So he said that it was too hot outside for small animals like Fatima (as you had named her) and he saw the realisation dawn in your eyes as you looked out at the pyramids, nodding your head along.

Salauddin sighed in irritation as he felt something furry rubbing against his legs. He looked down under his desk to see a black kitten with green eyes- Bilal. You took him in and said "but Salauddin! Fatima is all alone and she needs a playmate! Besides, Bilal is bullied by the street kids cause he's black and they think that he was a jinn!" You used such excuses to adopt 3 more cats (Mustafa, Haider, Zahra) and now you spend dressing them in cute hijabs- yes even the males.

He picked up the black cat and tickled his chin as he began making his way towards your- or what used to be your room. On his way, he passed by servants chasing after your chickens- Emir, Ahmed and Riyaan.

The doors opened as he entered, the room was in complete chaos. Feathers were falling down as birds flew around the room with the maids hot on their tails. Your cats were resting in one corner with your dogs- Shams and Talia standing guard over them. And you? You were in the center of all this chaos, sitting on the ground with a pet sheep- Mihirmah in your arms as you sheared it carefully. You had found her last night on your way home, not even bothering to ask if you could keep her along with your rest of the petting zoo.

Then again, why would his wife need to ask him? Whats his, is yours.

He walked over and sat down beside you and you finally looked up.

"I found Bilal." He stated, petting the kitten that nuzzled his face against him. You smiled sweetly at him. "Thank you! I was so busy with Mihirmah, I didnt realise he had left. I think he escaped when they took the chicks out for a walk."

He hummed before nodding his head at the sheep. "And how many that makes it now?"

"One." "Y/n." He deadpanned. "Well, one sheep. In total, 52 animals."

"Y/n." He looked at you in disbelief. "How- what- it was 45 last week." You looked at him sheepishly. "Well... its not my fault, really. You see- um, well you know how we thought Shams and Talia were just siblings? I think they were confused and um, Talia just gave birth to 6 pups." You avoided his eyes as he stared at you.

"Y/n-"

"I am not getting rid of them, Salauddin." You warned him, petting the sheep in your arms. "They need us to care for their babies! They're new parents!"

"Y/n-"

"Yes, Yusuf?" You used his name, batting your lashes at him. You know how to get to him.

Ya hayati. (My life)

He sighed, petting Bilal in his hands. "I'm going to put Bilal down for a nap."

"Yeah! Just put him with his siblings-" "No. I'm going to separate him and his brothers. They will not be giving babies to their sisters." Salauddin grumbled as you pouted and muttered about how cute new kittens are.

Maybe he can give you a litter of your own to keep you preoccupied. (Not because he likes you or anything- he just doesnt want you to fill his palace with more animals.)

Despite what Salauddin says, he still remembers each name of all your pets. All of them. He also talks to the cats, especially to Bilal about how he needs to behave for him mama and protect her and stuff.

[weedpallor]

Wrong girl made right ch2

Mob WandaNat x reader

18+

Summary-your walking to work one day and you get kidnapped being mistaken for someone else but they can’t just let you go now can they and your too cute to kill

Warnings:Slow burn, murder, mafia, mean wandanat, mob wandanat, mommy kink, daddy kink, guns, manhandling, manipulation, forced relationship, dark wandanat, reader is a big baby, wandanat threaten her with death, mean nat very mean

Word count:1.5k kinda short but I was tired

After around 20 minutes you heard your name being called.

“y/n hurry up.” wanda demands.

When you hear her voice you quickly rush out wrapping a towel around your waist. You open the door and Wanda is sitting on the bed next to an outfit. It was an adorable denim skirt, a white shirt that had a small pink bow in the middle and a pair of knee high socks. You actually liked the outfit and you were surprised she bought something that matched your style in a way.

Wanda smirks, seeing the slight happiness in your gaze as you look at the outfit.

“I had one of my maids go out and grab it for you this morning. Do you like sweetheart?” wanda's question sounded more like a statement than an actual question so you just nodded opting to stay quiet.

After you had gotten dressed Wanda had placed a pink bow in your hair she smiled at you “so innocent”

After that Wanda walked you downstairs into the massive dining room. It was enormous. It had a big expensive looking white marble table in the middle of the room surrounded by around 12 chairs, the walls were surrounded by paintings and a few pictures.

Natasha was sitting at the head of the table there was fruits and pastries at one end of the table the end natasha was seated at.

“Finally you're here god i didn't think i could wait any longer……. Sit.” Natasha demands when you don't sit down straight away. You reluctantly sat down and your nerves were going haywire. The kiss with wanda had left you confused and mind blown that someone could be that hot.

Wanda nodded towards the food.

“Eat.” she demands, you slowly pick up some food from the table and put it on your plate wanda and natasha watch closely as they also begin picking some fruit and pastries placing their picks onto their plates.

A few moments later Natashas voice rings through the silence, her accent slipping through “did you sleep well милый?” natasha asks her gaze shifting to you waiting for your reply.

You look up at her and give her a small nod and you look back down at your plate. You couldn't understand why they were acting so normal they had just kidnapped you, taken you from the life you had created for yourself, it made you angry.

“Why are you acting normal!” you say in a frustrated tone. Wanda and Natasha snap their attention to you.

Wanda speaks first, “would you like to try asking that again in a better tone.” she says with so much calmness it seemed she was angry.

“No!..... I-i no i don't” your voice started to waver as tears welled up in your eyes. Natasha smirked “aw is the poor baby going to cry….. Ask your question again and sort your tone out” the redhead says in a cruel demanding tone.

You slowly took a deep breath trying to calm your rising emotions. Tears were falling down your cheek as you stuttered out. “I-i-i'm sorry i just don't understand why your acting like this is normal” your voice was small and broken.

Natasha rolled her eyes at you, she seemed uninterested in your emotions, and on the other hand smirked “good girl using your voice nicely. We are acting normal because this is your new normal.” the way wanda said it made you think that she wouldn't discuss it further, so you stayed quiet tears still streaming down your cheeks.

Natasha stood up and walked around the table towards you with confidence in her step. She leaned down and wiped your tears “crying is for the weak” she whispered in your ear.

She grabbed your chin and tilted your head up to meet her gaze, the redhead smirked at you and slowly connected your lips with hers in a slow bruising kiss.

Her lips moved perfectly against yours. you gasped as she pulled away fuck how can these two women be so goot at kissing. you desperately didn't want to feel anything towards them as they kissed you they did kidnap you after all but all you could think about is how hot they were it was confusing.

Natasha went back over to wanda kissed her on the cheek.“i've got a meeting, i'll call you if i need anything my love” with that Natasha strutted out the room confidence following her, the guards cowered in her presence.

You turned back to wanda to see her full attention on you. “So sweetheart……”

A few hours later you are in your new bedroom reading Wanda had given you a book called ‘Harry Potter, she said she had to work in her office and to come down if you need anything.

As you read the book your mind drifted back to the women, ‘why did they want you?’ ‘What was their purpose with you?’ ‘Why did they kiss you?’ the thoughts in your head were crazy and they weren't stopping. but somebody knocking on your door stopped your thought it couldn't be your two captours they would just walk in.

You decided to go over to the door and open it.

At the door stood a young girl around your age. She had short brown hair and big brown eyes, the thing that caught your attention was the collar around her neck.

The girl smiled at you “hello ,im Mila my master is in a meeting with Mrs Maximoff and Mrs Romanoff, they said i could come say hi to you” the girl said politely she seemed nice so you smiled at her

“Oh um Wanda and Natasha said that yeah hi my name is y/n” you said to the girl you were slightly sceptical of her but nevertheless you were polite.

You spoke with the girl for a while. You spoke about changing this room up about books about films and much more. Until wanda and natasha and a blonde lady came in, mila ran over to the blonde lady smiling ohhh so that was her ‘master’ you remembered mila saying her name was carol.

Wanda walked over to you “bunny, mila and carol are staying for dinner” you liked the nickname she had just called you it made your eyes sparkle wanda saw this and smirked she grabbed your arm roughly pulling you up.

As the 5 of you walked downstairs, you couldn't help wondering about the blonde and why did mila called her master. Maybe mila was kidnapped too! But she didn't seem like she was.

At the dinner table, staff had brought everyone's food Natasha was eating some kind of steak with a side of salad and fires, Wanda had what looked to be salmon with salad and fires, Carol had a similar thing to Nat, mila had chicken tenders with a salad and surprising natasha and wanda had picked you your favourite meal, as you all digged in you wondered how wand and nat knew you so well, it was confusing.

As dinner wore on the conversations kept bubbling to life, mostly the three older women talking. But suddenly Carol turned to YOU. she smiled.

“So miss y/l/n how does it feel being kidnapped by the two most feared mafia bosses in the city” she asks with a smirk.

“Carol shut up.” wanda says glaring at carol playfully. No one expected you to answer the question. So you didn't.

Natasha had an evil smirk on her face “no wanda i want her to answer the question bunny.” wanda's face turned into a smirk realising Natashas thoughts. “Go on answer.” wanda orders.

You were shocked. It took you a moment to think and decide whether to be honest or lie and not risk getting on the wrong side of your captors. You opened and closed your mouth a few time struggling to find the words. “it is okay i think they let me read so i don't hate it” you were truthful but you left out the things you hated about it.

Carol smirks at your reply “no training needed with this one aye?” you were confused what that meant but didnt say anything.

Wanda grinned. “Oh don't worry she'll get her training soon enough” you were even more confused by that ‘what did she mean?’ You wondered. Natasha let out a sinister laugh. “Oh yes she will.” natasha confirmed.

You looked over to Mila confusion covering your features she gave you a sympathy smile ‘what the fuck why‘ you thought.

Authors note: so I think I’m gunna call the reader bunny from now on it’s easier to refer to and with the dinner part I didn’t want to say a meal because what if one of you is vegan or has allergies so I just said your favorite meal hope that’s okay also let me know if you want me to add more actual marvel characters I’m thinking yelena and Kate

[the-aisei-cousins]

Promo: Murder and Thread

Here are Yolei's and Yoshino's Characters Files

...

A black screen appears as the voice of a girl can be heard.

"Hey Yo- Aaa! Why are you covered in blood!?"

"Hey Yoshino! I just got back from a killing Spree~"

The second girl giggles as the camera went on. It showed two teenage girls. One in what seems to be a black maid Uniform covered in blood. She had long dark purple hair in a braid. She had black tinted glasses and freckles on her face and the back of her hands. She smiled for a bit until she noticed the camera.

"What's up with the camera?"

She looks back at the other girl. The other one had long wavy mint hair with one small piece of it braided. She was wearing a cute white dress with a green vine pattern on the bottom of it and a part of her sleeves. Her sleeves were laced up together up to the halfway point and she had a pretty blue corset on with lace up blue short boots. She stocking where white and had the same vine pattern, but it was though out the shocking.

Both girls had the same body type, same fair skin, and the same bright pink eyes. The mint hair girl smiles.

"Oh, I thought we do a blog like Irofuka suggested to meet some more people."

"Well, if Milord suggested it then let's do it!"

The mint hair girl drops a sweat before turning to the camera.

"My name is Yoshino Aisei and this is my cousin, Yolei Aisei"

Yoshino gestured to Yolei.

"Nice to meet you all. I'm the Ultimate Spree Killer."

"Why did you say that part!? What if the police finds out!?"

"They can't do anything. As long as I have my Ultimate Title, they can't arrest me. Heck, I could even kill them and get away with it!"

"...don't mind her, she just got done with her killing spree. She will be like this for a few minutes or an hour. A-anyways, I'm the Ultimate Seamstress. Please ask us questions or just talk to us."

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[harunayuuka2060]

Kid Akihiko: *6 years old*

His maid: My lady, do you like your new dress?

Kid Akihiko: ...

Kid Akihiko: *fake smiles* I love it!

His maid: *sighs in relief*

Kid Akihiko: *still smiling* Nanny? Is there any news about my little brother?

His maid: Oh, Young master Yuurin will arrive home today.

His maid: Are you excited to finally meet him?

Kid Akihiko: *nods*

His maid: *smiles* That's good, Lady Akane. But don't overexert yourself.

His maid: We don't want you getting sick.

Kid Akihiko: Okay~.

Yuurin's mother: It's good to be back, isn't it?

Yuurin's father: Come here, son. Let your father carry you this time.

Yuurin's mother: *chuckles* But I'm not done with him, dear.

Yuurin's father: Let me bond with him at least.

Yuurin's mother: No can't do~.

Kid Akihiko: *watching his parents dote on Yuurin*

Kid Akihiko: ...

Kid Akihiko: *decides to approach them later*

Their mother: Akane, I love your dress today. It's cute and stylish.

Kid Akihiko: *smiles* Thank you, mother. Nanny sewed this dress for me.

Their mother: Did she? *chuckles*

Their mother: Ah! Before I forget!

Their mother: Yuurin? This is your older sister. Say hi to her~.

Baby Yuurin: *looks at Akihiko* *then her eyes sparkle*

Kid Akihiko: !!!

Their father: Looks like our son wants to play with his sister.

Their mother: Hmm... Alright.

Their mother: But don't tire yourself out, Akane. *smiles at them*

Their mother and father: *takes their leave*

Kid Akihiko: ...

Baby Yuurin: *approaches her brother*

Kid Akihiko: *expecting to be called "sister"*

Baby Yuurin: *hugs Akihiko* Nii-nii!

Kid Akihiko: ...

Kid Akihiko: Huh?

Leona: So Yuurin recognized that you were her brother on your first meeting? *talking with Akihiko on the phone*

Akihiko: *chuckles* Yes. I was really happy that time.

Akihiko: Eventually, I had to teach her to call me "sister" when someone was around. Besides, we didn't want to be caught.

Akihiko: But whenever we were alone in the house, we would play dress up and I would lend her my clothes.

Akihiko: While she, on the other hand, would draw me a fake mustache on my face.

Akihiko: Good thing she never used a permanent marker.

Leona and Akihiko: *chuckles*

Yuurin: Aki, were you on the phone with someone? Your line was busy.

Akihiko: Oh, yes. I was chatting with a friend. *chuckles*

Yuurin: I see.

Akihiko: Yuurin?

Yuurin: Yes?

Akihiko: Brother loves you, bluebell.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: *smiles* Me too, Aki.

Akihiko: *chuckles* Why did it take you a second to answer?

Yuurin: Because you said it out of nowhere.

Akihiko: Hmm... You're making me sad now. Just kidding. *chuckles*

Yuurin: *shaking her head*

Leal: Master Akihiko-

Akihiko: *has coughed up blood after his phone call with Yuurin*

Leal: ...

Leal: Let me clean you up.

Akihiko: Yes. Thank you, Leal.

Leal: ...

Leal: It seems your condition is getting worse.

Akihiko: I didn't ask for your comment.

Leal: ...

Leal: I'm sorry.

Akihiko: ...

Akihiko: You do not need to worry yourself.

Akihiko: I'll manage to hold on until Yuurin's debut... no, it'll have to be a week after her 18th birthday.

Akihiko: I won't make her sad on her special day.

Leal: ...

Leal: As you wish, Master Akihiko.

[bunninophia]

Hi! I'm Bunny and I'm redesigning the whole cast for hazbin hotel

{PLS READ THE WHY SECTION BELOW}

Anyway.... Onto my designs! I'll be detailing the stuff I changed/added

First is.,..!! Sir pentious! Weird right? You would think it's Charlie but uh nah, he's my favorite character and I wanted to make him similar to my tastes.

Yes he is trans! I have a small little HC that the egg boys are his boys...

And he is much longer/bigger due to this because of sexual dimorphism! But we love him for who he is now he's so silly :). He also has a barbed tail that I would say is used as a 5th hand! To grab stuff. He already has 4 arms cause why not? He needs to push himself around already..

Next is.. Angel Dust!, he doesn't have an alt version because I feel it's not needed but here he is!

I added pedipalps, those are the mandible looking things. They are a part of spiders I think are so cool and I wanted to add them! Unfortunately they're not counted as legs and adding another set of legs to angel I couldn't figure out... But good enough!

I also changed his eyes! To include a spiderweb, I'm not entirely sure why he has that black eye, so I thought I would change it up a little bit.

A friend gave an idea that his sight from that eye is kaleidoscope-like so I'm implementing that too! And how could I forget! The spiderbutt! Without it it's kinda weird looking so I wanted to add it in cus it's so cute

Next up.... Husk! He's one of my favorite characters so.. kinda went all out on him

I didn't change much about him besides his patterns and colors, but generally his silhouette is the same!

I wanted to add a lot more feathers and fluff to him! And putting on the casino style bringing back the spades and hearts to his wings again!

I thought the spades were funny

Up next.. Vox!

I found his design interesting that he is a flat screen TV even though he died in the 50's? So I decided to change that! Turning him into a box TV again!

And giving him a cable tail, I thought it would be clever that when sleeps he charges himself up for the day!

Next up... niffty! She's the last character I've designed so far!

Also while looking up her historically accurate date I found out she's 22??? Weird... But yeah she did end up looking a little older here I'm glad, but I really wanted to give her a bigger needle! What's she gonna do with that small thing?

And her dress is based on 50's maid outfits! With the addition of an embroidered poodle!

.

Why?

Well first I'm crazy and second, I've been now made aware that the show itself does a certain type of representation so disgustingly that I'd rather make my own designs and fix what they couldn't do.

I don't support viv or the show.

If you want to read into it yourself I advise a trigger warning for S/A. It happens in episode 4.

[kafkaeya]

trick or treating

characters: diluc / alhaitham

requests: open

tw: none

an: my grumpy mens :)

"the maids are exhausted." diluc said, gesturing to the front door.

it had been ringing for hours, with little mondstadt children knocking for sweets dressed as hilichurls, fatui, and even the knights of favonius.

"well," you replied. "why don't i man the door for a bit?"

"that's ridiculous."

"well it's either that or we turn the lights on, so that they think we're not home."

diluc sighed. "i'm not sitting in the dark."

"that's what i thought," you responded, standing up. "i'll be back in a little bit.”

the first time the door rung, diluc heard you cry out, "diluc, come look! they're little hilichurls! so cute!"

so, towards the end of the evening, yourself and diluc would answer the door together - else he'd have to hear your voice calling out every single time. diluc was not enthusiastic about this, but the next day all of the parents were in the angel's share thanking him for being so kind to their children, and secretly he wondered if you were a good influence on him.

shoving some sweets into alhaitham's hands, you pulled him to his feet.

"come on, just answer it a couple of times! they're children; don't ruin their halloween." you said. alhaitham merely sighed, rolling his eyes slightly - the body language not lost on you. "don't be so sulky. just do it for a little bit. who knows? you might secretly enjoy it!"

"i will not." alhaitham replied.

it was safe to say that alhaitham did not enjoy it, and the children - if anything - looked at alhaitham like he was the monster. alhaitham would sulk, give the children a sweet each, then practically slam the door. however, you compromised on one front - alhaitham was allowed to read by the door until the door-knocking stopped.

"i'm never doing that again," alhaitham said, putting the empty basket down in the living room at the end of the night. "you're doing it next year."

"happily. at least i smile at them!"

"stop talking. i'm going to bed."

[milaisreading]

hallo!! I really like your writing😆😆

Bisakah kamu membuat reaksi karakter kunci biru jika mereka tahu bahwa CD!yn adalah perempuan? (termasuk dunia 5, BM, Ubers, PXG, JFA, dan dunia.)

Sorry, my english is bad (english is not my first language)😓😓

🌱🩷: So I used Google translate bcs the middle part was written in Indonesian. And as far as I understood, you want me to write how the teams, World 5, and the world might react to Crossdresser!yn being a girl. I hope this was translated correctly. Sure, no problem! Hope u like this🫶🏻

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura ⚽️

Manshine City:

Chris: So, you are a girl?

CD!Yn: Yep!

Chris: Aha... *looks at Nagi, Reo, and Chigiri*

Chigiri, blushing as he avoided eye-contact with YN: WE DIDN'T KNOW, I SWEAR!

Nagi:...

Reo, trying to keep his cool: This is so embarrassing. Explains why I always thought you were too cute for a boy.

CD!Yn: What?

Chris, pulling her behind him: Stay back from my child!

Reo:...

Chigiri:...

Nagi with his Miffy face: Does that mean I can dress you up as a maid?

Chigiri starts nose bleeding, Reo is scolding him, while Yn tries to leave the place.

Chris: 20 laps around the facility, Nagi!

Ubers:

Snuffy: So, only Barou knew about this?

CD!Yn: Well, him, Isagi, Ego-san, and Teieri-san.

Barou is in the corner getting rinsed by Oliver and Sendou on why he didn't tell them.

Oliver: You mean I might have had a shot?

Sendou: So the whole time I was crushing on a real girl?! *blush intensifies*

Niko had already fainted in another corner while Aryu was uncharacteristically silent as he stared at her.

Snuffy: Lorenzo, keep Yn away from these guys.

Lorenzo, already escorting her out: Let's go and get something to eat

CD!Yn: Ok? Did Aryu just faint?!

BM:

Kaiser: There is no way you are a girl! You are flat!-

Noa ends up bonking him on the head.

CD!Yn: And you have rat hair! *embarrassed*

Noa: And you knew this, Isagi?

Isagi, who was trying his best to calm Kurona down: She told me so during our 2nd selection process.

CD!Yn: True! Yukimiya, you haven't blinked once during this whole ordeal.

Yukimiya, in an attempt to rebuke it blinked once: I did! By the way, we can model together.

Hiori, acting like her bodyguard along with Kunigami and Gagamaru

Gagamaru: We will protect you from unwanted attention!

Kunigmai: Just stay around us.

Hiori: Yes! Don't worry, you are in good hands!

CD!Yn: Thank you!

Ness is meanwhile in a corner, recalling that one time he nearly walked in on Yn showering: AHHH! THIS IS ALL A MESS!

Kurona, after finally calming down: either guy or girl, Yn is still the cutest

Isagi: Very true!

PXG:

Charles: Still would date you!

CD!Yn: Date?! Aren't you disgusted I lied?!

Charles: Nope *pulls her into a hug* I still admire your abilities as a midfielder. Besides, I always had a thing for tall girls!

Yn starts blushing more as Ri and Karasu attempt to pull her away.

Rin, unsure about his own feelings for Yn now: Get off of her, you leach!

Karasu, still trying to comprehend he shared a room with a girl: She has her personal space! Let her go.

Charles: No~

CD!YN: C-calm down everyone!

Shidou is meanwhile excited by the idea that he got beat up by a girl once. Tokimitsu is trying to comprehend everything to the best of his abilities.

Tokimitsu: Girl or not, she is still our captain. Tho, I think she would look really cute in a dress *blushes*

Barcha:

Lavinho, absent-mindedly pats her head: Aha... well, that is quite the surprise you made for us, little lady.

CD!Yn: Yeah, sorry about keeping it a secret.

Otoya, slides next to her and put an arm around her shoulder: So, wanna go out? I know the perfect spot around here

Bachira, pouting and trying to pull Yn away: Get your dirty hands off of her, playboy!

Lavinho: You both leave her alone!

JFA was meanwhile calling Anri and Ego on every phone available. The calls varied either between scolding them for keeping this a secret, or offering to transfer Yn into the female national team.

Ego: Absolutely not! She is not leaving this facility and the JFA can't demand that either.

Anri: Yep! Yep! Besides, we will have now a person more to help with practices!

World 5:

Loki: So you are a girl?

CD!Yn: Yes, you took this surprisingly well.

Loki, blushing a little: Well, it was weirder to me that you showed much more empathy to my situation than the rest. This is very mild.

Pablo and Adam are meanwhile in a corner thinking of ideas to protect her from the boys on her team.

Dada: Don't worry, little lady. We will protect you in case this causes you trouble

CD!Yn: Huh? But I don't need protection-

Luna, pats her on the head: If anyone says anything, we will shut them up. Now, what did you say about your parents forcing you into this?

Pablo: I need addresses and names

Adam: Preferably now

CD!Yn gulps in fear as she saw the dark shadows looming over the World 5.

CD!Yn, thinking: should have kept my mouth shut

The rest of the world was either shocked or not that much surprised. The rest of the week is either spent on trying to figure out how Yn was outperforming the rest, while the other part was arguing over who would be the better boyfriend for her.

[larluce]

First I wanted to say hello and tell you that I love your works. They really have me on the edge of my seat every time I read them.

Second. Can you imagine that Merlin, in some new alternative universe, for some reason, upon arriving in Camelot, arrives with a baby? It's all still a Merthur ending, it should be noted.

Like, we know that Merlin was already a bit of an outcast in the village for the reason that nobody knew who his father was and even more so because strange things were always happening around him.

The situation gets much worse when he finds a crying baby in the middle of a burnt tent near the village.

Will and his mother try to help him for a while, but with the visits of the evildoers to the village becoming more and more frequent, Merlin and the baby have no choice but to go to Camelot.

And so the adventures begin!

Only now Arthur wonders if they can make crowns for babies, because he is willing to marry Merlin and legally adopt the baby as his own.

And Morgana… well, she and Gwen enjoy dressing up the baby in all the clothes from her old dolls. Not to mention that she notices that by taking naps with the baby she no longer has nightmares.

The knights become, in some way or another, glorified nannies. The servants and maids must chase after a baby who never stops causing mischief in the castle.

And Merlin just wants to survive colic season and potty train his baby… and everything would be easier if there weren't a murderer or a resentful wizard trying to kill Arthur every 3 minutes.

First, thank you so much for the compliments! 🥹🤧❤️

About the concept. I love it! I don't think going to Camelot to live would be Merlin or Hunith's first option for a baby that can't control their magic at all. So I firmly believe Hunith would send Merlin with the baby there so Gaius can take them to a druid camp so they could take refuge there.

The problem is, before Gaius can do so, Merlin is made the prince's personal manservant. Merlin can't exactly deny the king and he does need the money to take care of his baby so he decides to stay to Gaius dismay. Gaius and Merlin try to keep the baby hided at first so they take turns taking care of her (in my mind is a her) in Gaius' tower in secret. It works out for some weeks but then the plague (Nimueh's Afanc) happens and Arthur searches Gaius' tower.

Arthur: (enters Merlin's room) Merlin: (running inside) Arthur, wait! Baby: (sitting on the bed, looks up at Arthur and gives a cute giggle) Arthur: (Turns to Merlin slowly) Merlin? Merlin: Yeah? 😅 Arthur: Why is there a baby in your bed? Merlin: (in panic, shouts the first thing that comes to his mind) She is mine! Arthur: ... Arthur: What? 😧 Merlin: (repeats more quietly but more firmly) She is mine. (runs to hold her up and embraces her) She is my daugther. Arthur: (thinking) But... but he is so young. (says) Where's the mother? Merlin: (with pain as he remembers the burnt tent) She passed away. Arthur: (his heart hurting for Merlin) I'm so sorry. But Gods Merlin, why didn't you tell me? I wouldn't have given you so many chores if I knew... (thinking) And I almost sacked you. I almost sacked a single father with a baby in arms! (says) And why the hell are you hiding her? Merlin: I... wasn't sure if I could keep her. Arthur: Of course you can keep her! What kind of master do you think I am? Knight x: (from outside) Sire? Arthur: (shouts back) In a minute! (to Merlin) What's her name? Merlin: Brigitta. Arthur: (repeats softly and smiles) Brigitta.

From then on, Arthur doesn't give Merlin as many chores and raises his salary considerably. And then everybody else finds out about Briggitta and go "I've only met Brigitta for a day and a half, but if anything happened to her, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself".

Some events would change, obviously, and some would remain the same but with a new perspective. I don't think Merlin would have time to make Lancelot a fake seal, for example, having to look after Brigitta and all. I can imagine Lancelot becoming Brigitta's first unnofficial babysiter, then Arthur makes it official so poor Lancelot has a salary and a place to stay in Camelot. The Poisoned Chalice episode would remain the same, except Arthur would be more in panic mode and desperate because MERLIN HAS A DAUGHTER! BRIGITTA CAN'T LOSE HER FATHER TOO!

I think it would be The Beginning of the End where Arthur and Morgana find out about Brigitta's magic and Merlin's magic. Not because they discovered her, surprisingly, but Merlin decided to tell them all the truth about her and himself after seeing how they saved Mordred. Also, since Merlin saw Brigitta's possible future in Mordred, he wants to leave Camelot too to keep her safe. Screw all what the dragon told him about destiny, his daugther comes first.

So Merlin and Brigitta are about to leave with Mordred with the druids. They are having a heartfelt goodbye with Arthur, who scorted them there, but then...

Brigitta: (cries very loudly in Merlin's arms and the earth starts shaking a bit) Merlin: I know, I know, baby, but we have to go. Brigitta: (cries more loudly and extends her little arms to Arthur) Arthur: (barely containing his tears) I'll miss you too, Biddy. But this is the best for you- Brigitta: ATHU! 😭 Arthur: (open his eyes wide) What did she just said? Brigitta: (still crying and making grabby hands at him) ATHU, ATHU, ATHU! 😭 Arthur: (tears roll down his eyes) She said my name... Merlin, she said my name! (grinning widely) Let me hold her one more time, please! Merlin: (gives Brigitta to Arthur) Druid leader: (urgently) We need to leave now! Merlin: (looking at Arthur and Brigitta tenderly and smiles) Leave, we'll stay.

I also can imagine Nimueh going after Brigitta's life instead of Hunith, and having to confront not only a very furious Merlin, but a feral protective prince.

That's how far my imagination can go. If you have any ideas of how Merlin and Arthur or other character would act in other episodes now with Brigitta in the equation, share it in the comments or reblogs. I'll be happy to read you 🥰

[kurishiri]

Darius Vogel ┊ The great detective Harrison’s book of incidents

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to narrative flow and characterization purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but please don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

— the 440 times sent bonus for harrison’s promised event! i now know how jude fans feel... /lh

[TYPEWRITER]

CASE 04 DETAILS: The search for my cute little robin. REQUESTER: Darius.

[HALLWAY; NEUTRAL POV]

Liam: We’ve got nothing on our hands now since we put in our mission report, I see...

Harrison: Nothing, including your work over at Scala?

Liam: Tom’s making the script! He was telling us that he’s run into a bit of a block, so to give him a few days time.

On a certain day, with not a single strange happening, a shadow of a person approached the two, making casual chat.

Darius: Well, hello there, Harrison Gray and Liam Evans.

Harrison: And what might the head of Vogel need from us?

Darius: My poor heart, why so guarded?

D: I just caught wind a little while ago from the Queen’s Aide. You’re looking for cases to solve as detectives, yes?

D: So by all means, I would like you to hear mine out. (＠＾◡＾)

Liam: Oh, my curiosity’s tickling me, Harry!

Harrison: Yeah, and I feel like if we pick it up just to satiate that curiosity of yours, it’s gonna bite us back hard in the rear. (￣□￣」)

Darius: Hehe— don’t worry so much. I’m not really looking for anything grand.

D: I’d simply like you to find an adorable little robin who flitted away from my hands.

[STORAGE ROOM; KATE’S POV]

As Harrison, Liam, and Darius continued to converse, unbeknownst to the robin in question——

Meanwhile, I was in the palace’s storage room.

(It’s going to be fine. Darius would never be able to find me like this...!)

Why am I hiding from Darius, you ask? Well, it all happened just several minutes before...

—— Flashback ——

[PALACE GUEST ROOM]

Darius: Miss fairytale keeper, come play with me, how about it?

It was a line I’ve heard before, and I responded back...

Kate: Umm... I didn’t come here to play though.

Darius: That I know. You’re here to record the discussion Victor and I are going to have, isn’t that right?

Kate: Yes, that’s right. So, that’s why I don’t have time to play——

Darius: About that, Victor ended up getting caught up in some previous engagements, so he’s going to be an hour late.

D: So here we are, keep me occupied in that hour, will you. (＾▽＾)

—— End flashback ——

[STORAGE ROOM]

And then he suggested we play hide and seek.

Because, ‘If I find you in time, I’ll have you do a single thing of whatever I ask.’

He donned the face of an angel, all the while setting the conditions of a devil, and recalling those words, I tried my utmost best to find a hiding place.

(There’s only a few minutes left. At this rate, I will be able to escape from him.)

I looked up at the clock, lax, when...

Darius: Fooound you, miss fairytale keeper.

I wanted dearly to think I was hallucinating, but the one with that heartless voice tapped my shoulder.

Darius: I would like it if you didn’t ignore me, you know. Or, what... are you so focused at work, my voice just goes through one ear and right out the other?

D: So, so focused on cleaning, aren’t you, Miss Kate the maid.

I was dressed as a palace maid and holding a broom, and seeing this sight, Darius spoke, a teasing tone laced in his voice.

[CHOICES - START]

˖🕰️୭˚ CHOICE #1: ...I can hear you.

Kate: ...I can hear you. It’s just I didn’t think you would be able to find me.

Darius: Well, it wasn’t just me, you know. I had them help out, too.

(‘Them’...?)

Holding onto some doubt, I looked over his shoulder, and...

˖🕰️୭˚ CHOICE #2: You’ve got the wrong person.

Kate: You’ve got the wrong person.

Darius: Do I now? Let me take a closer look then.

Saying so, Darius spun around me.

Darius: Hmm... no matter where and how I look, I think it’s you through and through, miss fairytale keeper.

D: Oh, but just to be extra sure, I will definitely know if it’s her or not if we kiss. (⌒▽⌒)

Kate: I-I’ve never even kissed you before, though, so how would you know?

Darius: Hehe, so you admit it? That you are the miss fairytale keeper.

Kate: Ah...!

Realizing my own slip-up, I finally looked over his shoulder, and...

˖🕰️୭˚ CHOICE #3: Goodness me, I’m very, very busy!

Kate: Goodness me, I’m very, very busy!

Convincing myself that Darius’ voice was surely a hallucination, I continued sweeping the dust with my broom.

Darius: You’re ‘busy,’ you say? Well then, I’ll lend a helping hand.

Saying so, Darius snatched the broom from my hands.

Darius: But, are you really sure? If you made me clean and whatnot because you lied, then it would become quite a problem, methinks.

Kate: ...urgh, sorry. That was a lie. It’s my loss.

Apologizing, I looked over his shoulder.

[CHOICES - END]

There stood not only Darius, but Harrison and Liam as well.

Kate: Why are you two here too?

Harrison: Because we took up a request from Darius to find your hiding spot.

Liam: Isn’t Harry incredible? He was all like, ‘There’s not many places within the palaces to hide oneself, so she wouldn’t be physically hiding her body.’

L: ‘Instead, she’ll probably try and mix herself in with the maids and clean or something.’

Kate: Right to a tee... you really are incredible, Harrison.

K: That said, using Harrison by putting in a request would be unfair. My chances to win would plummet then, wouldn’t it!

Darius: But nowhere in the rules did we say I couldn’t. (￣ヘ￣)

D: And besides, there really was something I wanted you to do, miss fairytale keeper, so I could hardly afford to care about appearances.

Liam: ...It looks like the one whose rear is getting bitten isn’t us, but rather Kate, huh. (´-ω-`)

Harrison: Well, seeing as you’re a member of Crown, too, I doubt it’s anything irredeemably bad.

H: ...I think.

After throwing me sympathizing glances, Liam and Harrison left.

Darius: Now then... as for what I wanted you to do, miss fairytale keeper...

Darius’ honey-colored eyes glimmered like a blaze, as though he were a carnivore that found its prey.

Kate: Please go easy on me. I would prefer it if you didn’t hurt or scare me...

Darius: Well, isn’t that a tad troubling, to think the little miss fairytale keeper misunderstands me like that. (￣ヘ￣)

D: Okay, I’ve decided. The thing I want you to do is... ‘to do ten things of whatever I ask.’ (⌒▽⌒)☆

Kate: Wha...

Here I was, thinking if it was just one thing, I could somehow get through it, but somehow that ‘one’ turned straight to ‘ten.’

Kate: ...Can you even do that?

Darius: The rules didn’t say I couldn’t, yes?

D: Now then, whatever should I have you do, miss fairytale keeper...

D: First things first, maybe I’ll have you attend to me in your current outfit. And then—— (^ヮ^)

Darius was pulling out his tricks while wearing a smile,

[BLACK]

and seeing him like that before me, I thought to myself: ‘The next time Darius and I have a match, I will make sure to lay some clear-cut rules on the table.’

Fin.

PROLOGUE.

masterlist 🔎 ┊ ko-fi ☕️ ┊ comms 🤍

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Venti should be happy that technically the child is a Mondstadter

Later he will be it's just that he spent the last nine months interrogating everyone in his nation and getting shit talked by the other archons.

When he sees the confirmation that it was in fact Kaeya the rest of the archon's teasing bumps up to 200% and Raiden and the tsaritsa almost spear his head in so there is that too.

"why are you so sure it was from mondstadt, could be your pierro!"

"dont try to talk your way out!"

And whenever kaeya was walking around the city strong gushes of wind would hit him and almost make him fall.

It isn't until a few weeks pass and you get settled with the baby and get your bags packed that he is starting to like kaeya again.

"are you sure you want to travel right now?" Nahida frets over you, her big green eyes looking at the bags getting hauled on the traveling cart by the ermites "weren't you having back pain? I doubt this will help"

"yes, don't worry, we will also stop on Liyue harbor for the night and another village so we won't be sleeping here"

"mhm, I understand. Then good trip you two!"

And a few days later you are arriving at dawn winery and getting greeted by Diluc and a few maids.

"evening, your grace" Diluc nods from the main door as the maids and butlers start unpacking and bringing the boxes inside the manor where you would be staying. He turns lightly to Adeline "where is he now? If he doesn't appear in 5-"

"don't rush me, master Diluc, I was getting dressed" Kaeya teases as he slides outside, diluc just frowns and sighs. As his eyes move towards you and sees the baby grabbing your shirt "he really is cute, huh?"

"cute but grumpy" you add as Kaeya attempts to carry him he only gives him a side eye and burrows himself deeper on your chest.

"but something good came out of this whole thing! At least they are living in Mondstadt for now"

"don't make me want to tell Raiden know who you are"