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yandere-sins · 11 months ago

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Do you think the miya twins would ever "mess around" with their darling at the same time? Ik they usually don't touch her like that unless they have her to themselves. Idk, I think it'd be fun to have the two crazies fighting over her as they have sex.

Oh yeah, totally!

[Warning: Yandere, Sexual Content]

Osamu is gracious, almost lenient. He knows Atsumu needs his alone time with you after a hard day of training, to celebrate his victory, or to just shut him up for a while. Having you bounce on his cock until he's satisfied is sure to knock Atsumu out for a while, as he'll be sleeping like a baby after a good fuck. And, to be honest, Osamu doesn't always want to deal with his brother's whining because you moaned the "wrong" name or because you've been kissing Osamu for too long. He just wants to be concentrating on your and his pleasure, knowing his brother can get off just fine by slamming into you but Osamu likes taking his sweet time. Also, Osamu is fully aware that his presence and extra stimulation could overwhelm you (although he enjoys that).

Regardless, that means he'll be the one to back off 7 out of 10 times, whisking you away after Atsumu is done for some fun in the bathtub and to help clean you up. Or he enjoys the rare time he has alone with you, bending you over the kitchen counter or taking you into the twin's room for somewhere more comfortable. There's also the delayed gratification in listening to your moans coming from the other room while he's cooking, his cock throbbing and waiting for his own chance of release that Osamu so likes. And he really likes being the one to pick up the you in pieces that Atsumu leaves behind, making sure you know he's the one to rely on in this weird relationship.

But there are times it can't be helped. I mean, look at you; how can anyone resist you?!

Surely not those two!

It's mostly when Osamu and you are getting frisky, and Atsumu comes home too early and catches you. He really has no shame, and there will be an unoccupied spot he can squeeze himself into. There's so much excitement in his eyes when he sees you, already hot and heavy, dazed, crying, or otherwise deliciously pleasured, and he can't help himself from asking you if you're enjoying his brother's dick and if you want to feel even better. He'll be so vocal about how pretty you are and how well you are taking Osamu's cock. How you'll be able to fit one more and take Atsumu as well, looking absolutely brilliant like this. If your mouth isn't occupied, Atsumu will make you tell him all about how you're feeling, asking you to say where his brother is making you feel good and apply some more stimulation that Osamu might have missed. Atsumu is always a little rougher with you, but he knows where to twist and pull to make your back arch, and he's the best when it comes to praising and degrading you, depending on what you need at that moment. And he knows. He always knows where you're itching to be touched, and if not, he'll make you tell him, kiss you feverishly when you speak up, and do everything you need him to do.

The twins might nag a bit at each other, but you know better than anyone that their teamwork is dreamwork. If they get together, you'll be drowning in pleasure until you no longer feel like the trapped darling you are. They'll make you feel like you belong. Like you are their lover and as if you want to be their bitch, chasing just one more height. The two of them are as addicting and devastating as drugs, but you'll never find anyone who knows your body better. Who's touch will make you cry from joy and who controls you from your thoughts to your orgasm, allowing you to let go of any worry or fear.

Although more rare, there are also times when Osamu joins you and Atsumu. Interestingly, Atsumu does give out an invitation every time Osamu walks in on you and his brother cock-deep inside you. It might be a jest, but Atsumu is unpredictable and mischievous in that way, and Osamu, too, can't resist his pretty darling, writhing and moaning in front of him, desperately in need of his attention. (It's what he tells himself, at least.) Sometimes, it's enough to watch you and his brother go at it as he jerks himself off, but on the very good days, Osamu will do anything to worship you, putting your pleasure before his, especially after seeing his brother rough you up. Isn't it nice of him to kiss all those bites and scratches? Osamu's hands can be so amazing as they dance across your skin, leaving trails of his touch from one hickey to another that make you gasp while his palms almost seem to burn when they settle. You'll want to nod and confirm any of his questions because you know he'll treat you to mind-breaking stimulation when you do. Of course you'll suck his fingers, push out your tongue for him and let him play with your hair as he rearranges you into new positions, making you feel things even deeper to the point both you and Atsumu are trembling and moaning.

Having the full attention of one twin can be exhausting or quite one-sided. But once you have both, you'll start to forget that you never wanted any of this.

Because in those moments, you'll only want more.

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minghaoslatina · 7 months ago

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CHERRY BLOSSOM LOVE

pairing: idol!seonghwa x uni student! female reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: FLUFF

a/n 💌: something I quickly came up with while I work on my other fics. the beginning is very briefly inspired by episode 11 of the kdrama lovely runner.

now playing 🎧 spring snow by 10cm and a day by jongho 🧸

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One month has passed since you and Seonghwa began dating, and he has proven to be the perfect first boyfriend. He cherishes every moment with you, from the simple act of holding your hand to the grand gesture of being your unwavering support. His thoughtful actions, such as opening doors for you and ensuring your comfort, never fail to make you feel special. You often find yourself in awe of his gentlemanly behavior. You thought things like this only existed in movies and fairytales, but your boyfriend is an actual prince. He even surpasses your expectations of a romantic partner.

Seonghwa's consistent communication, with morning and night texts since your first meeting, reflects his genuine care for you. He initially worried about overwhelming you with his attention, considering your lack of prior romantic involvement, but you welcomed his affection wholeheartedly. His presence brings comfort and joy, dispelling any traces of loneliness that linger from your past. Seonghwa always makes an effort to see you, like right now.

As you step out of the university building, a gentle spring breeze flows through your skirt and hair. Your heart warms at the sight of Seonghwa patiently waiting for you in the distance. His eyes, sparkling with anticipation, light up as he approaches, and you feel a sense of security knowing he will walk you back to your dorm in the darkening evening. You usually only take morning classes, but you were eager to attend this particular class with your favorite professor before graduation. Despite your hesitation about this late class, Seonghwa reassured you of his commitment to accompany you, further deepening your gratitude for him.

"Tell me about your class," Seonghwa says, effortlessly taking the heavy books from your arms. His attentive listening, regardless of the subject, never fails to make you feel valued. You chatter away until you reach the familiar pathway adorned with tall cherry blossom trees. Releasing Seonghwa's hand, you stand in the middle of the path, surrounded by falling petals, and a smile lights up your face. Seonghwa can't help but admire your happiness as you reach for the delicate blossoms.

"What are you up to?" Seonghwa chuckles as you try to catch a single petal. "I heard that catching a petal makes your wish come true," you explain, pouting playfully when the petal falls from your grasp. Seonghwa notices your struggle and places your belongings on a nearby bench before coming up behind you. "Let me help you," he says, his voice filled with amusement and affection.

Time seems to stand still as Seonghwa gently caresses your arms and intertwines his fingers with yours, reaching out for the falling petals. Together, you catch a petal and share a tender moment. You smile as you look at the petal and back at your boyfriend.

"Make a wish," Seonghwa suggests, enclosing your hands with the petal between them.

"Make a wish with me," you giggle, both closing your eyes. As you contemplate your many wishes, you find yourself unknowingly wishing for the same thing:

I wish for a long and loving future together.

"What did you wish for?" Seonghwa asks as you both open your eyes.

"It's a secret," you reply teasingly. "And what about you?"

"It's a secret," he echoes teasingly, "but I have a feeling my wish will come true." With a warm smile, Seonghwa leans in to kiss you, leaving you momentarily surprised. Your heart skips a beat as his lips meet yours, and a rush of warmth spreads through your body. Despite your shyness about displays of affection, his kisses never fail to make your heart flutter. Yet, a small part of you wonders if this perfect romance has a catch, if this dreamy moment is too good to be true.

As he steps back, you reach up to touch your flushed cheek, glancing around nervously. "What if someone sees?" you giggle.

Seonghwa pays no mind to potential onlookers as he cups your cheeks, his touch reassuringly warm. He leans down to kiss you twice more, each time leaving a soft and gentle imprint of his affection. Holding your cheeks a little longer, he looks deeply into your eyes with a smile. "Hey!" you exclaim playfully, beginning to chase after him. Seonghwa quickly gathers your belongings and playfully runs away, making you laugh as you both race down the pathway under the fluttering cherry blossoms.

As you both come to a stop at the end of the path, a sense of melancholy washes over you as you realize that your dorm is within sight and Seonghwa will soon have to head to a late practice. You can't help but feel that he works too hard, and you silently make a mental note to have a conversation with him about it another day. For now, you just want to savor the moment and appreciate the love you share.

"This is where you get off, angel," Seonghwa says as he carefully places your school books back into your arms. You express your gratitude quietly and gaze up at him with affectionate eyes.

"What?" he asks with a shy smile, clearly feeling the warmth of your love through your gaze.

"Nothing," you respond with a smile, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on Seonghwa's cheek. He looks away briefly, a pleased grin spreading across his face before turning back to meet your gaze.

"I'll text you later," Seonghwa gently reassures you with a flirty wink. You let out a soft laugh and playfully slap his shoulder.

"Promise me you'll text me as soon as you get to the company. I want to make sure you get there safely," you say, looking into his eyes. Seonghwa nods in agreement as he listens to your request.

"I promise," he says, intertwining his pinkie finger with yours before leaning in for another kiss. It's as if kissing you comes naturally to him. Your lips are irresistible to him, and he lingers in the moment before you gently pull away. Seonghwa follows your lips, but you playfully place a finger on his lips.

"Sorry, I don't want us to get caught," you say, giggling. Seonghwa lets out a soft chuckle and plants a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," he says, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear and caressing your cheek. Your cheeks ache from smiling so much today. Just the thought of hearing his voice could make you want to jump and twirl endlessly.

"Goodnight, handsome," you say, Seonghwa's heart fluttering at your words. Reluctantly, he steps away from you. As you both turn away, you can't help but turn back to watch him.

"Hwa!" you call out softly. He turns back with a raised eyebrow.

"See you tomorrow," you say, blowing a kiss and waving goodbye. He laughs, catches your imaginary kiss, and you can't help but cover your mouth in giggles, feeling content.

"See you tomorrow," Seonghwa echoes, watching you safely enter your dorm building. He walks away backward, still lost in thoughts of you, before turning around and daydreaming about tomorrow with you.

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#seonghwa x reader #seonghwa #seonghwa ateez #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez oneshot #ateez seonghwa #seonghwa x y/n #seonghwa x you

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inubaki · 29 days ago

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Touched by an Angel

-chapter 1

Adam was raised in the confines of a church-run compound, a peculiar community where the walls echoed with prayers and hymns. His childhood unfolded amidst a tapestry of rituals and routines, where every day was marked by the rhythm of faith. Despite the serene environment, Adam often felt the weight of solitude, as he had few friends beyond the church's boundaries.

The friendships he cultivated were deep and heartfelt; those who knew him cherished his easygoing nature and infectious laughter. They often marveled at his ability to find joy in simple moments, whether it was playing in the sun-drenched gardens or sharing stories by candlelight during evening gatherings.

His journey began long before he could form memories—left on the steps of the church as an infant, he became the responsibility of the current Priest, a well-meaning but somewhat forgetful figure. The Priest had his quirks: he often mislaid his glasses or forgot the names of the parishioners. Yet, beneath his absent-minded demeanor lay a genuine warmth. He took Adam in without hesitation, treating him like a son despite his own shortcomings in parenting.

Adam grew up enveloped in a cocoon of care, the kind that radiated from the Priest’s heart, even if it sometimes lacked the precision and presence a child might crave. He may not have had the traditional family support system, but the kindness and affection he received filled his life with a sense of belonging. He never doubted his worth or the love surrounding him; in his eyes, he was cherished, a vibrant spirit thriving within a nurturing, albeit imperfect, home.

At the age of thirteen, Adam received the unexpected news that would alter the course of his life: he was to be trained to take over the church and ultimately become a priest. The weight of this announcement settled heavily on his young shoulders. In truth, Adam had never harbored any desire to don the robes of a priest. Instead, he often found joy in simpler pursuits—spending his afternoons spinning enchanting tales for the neighborhood children or tending to the vibrant community garden, nurturing the fruits and flowers with his own hands.

However, Mr. Brown, the aging priest and a father figure in Adam's life, had other plans for him. Mr. Brown believed firmly that Adam possessed a calling destined for the spiritual realm, a belief that brought pressure akin to a heavy cloak draped over the boy. Adam felt trapped, caught in a web of expectation, unable to voice his true desires. But, he would do it for Mr. Brown.

At the age of seventeen, Adam found that his priesthood was being approached with a gravity he hadn’t fully appreciated before. The days of leisurely gardening, spinning tales by the fireside, or experimenting with flavors in the kitchen were long gone. Instead, he was now expected to immerse himself in the study of the Word of God, diligently deciphering its complexities to gain a deeper understanding that would prepare him for the teachings he would one day share with others.

If Adam were to be honest with himself, he recognized that his efforts were not as earnest as they could be. While he put on a brave front and showed a respectable level of dedication for Mr. Brown, his true enthusiasm for teaching was lacking. The passion that ignited Mr. Brown’s eyes when he spoke of scripture was something Adam admired but did not possess. Despite this inner conflict, Adam had made a commitment at the tender age of thirteen, one that bound him to the path of priesthood. He reflected on that promise often, reminding himself that, regardless of his feelings, he was determined to fulfill his obligation, even if his heart wasn't fully in it.

When Mr. Brown suggested that it might be beneficial for Adam to choose a “Patreon Angel,” someone he could look up to in addition to God, Adam was initially confused. He didn’t grasp that Mr. Brown’s idea was meant to be symbolic and that there wasn’t a requirement to actually set up a Patreon. Instead of delving into a thorough search of the Bible to find an appropriate figure, Adam opted for a quick online search.

As he scrolled through the search results, the first name that caught his eye was “Samael.” The letters seemed to dance before him, and he struggled with the reading process due to his dyslexia. Was it Samael or was it Samuel? The uncertainty gnawed at him. He wished he could find clarity in the text as others seemed to do so effortlessly, but the words blurred together, making comprehension a challenge.

Despite the chaos of letters in his mind, Adam didn’t dwell on the details. He felt a sense of urgency to complete this task, hoping to align himself with an inspirational figure. With a hint of hesitance, he decided to go with “Samuel” as his chosen angel, ready to embrace the connection, even if he hadn't fully understood the significance behind it.

Later that night, the room was bathed in the soft, warm glow of candlelight. Adam carefully arranged the flickering candles on a small table, their wax drippings forming delicate sculptures as they melted away. He sank to his knees on the cool, hardwood floor, his heart racing with a mix of anticipation and hope. In quiet reverence, he clasped his hands together, closing his eyes as he began to pray to the angel Samael—or was it Samuel? A sense of uncertainty nagged at him, and he pondered for a moment if he should invoke both names, just in case he had inadvertently chosen the wrong one.

As he focused intently on his thoughts and intentions, he failed to notice the peculiar behavior of the candles. They flickered and danced erratically as if stirred by an unseen force, and the stillness of the room was marred by an elusive whispering that seemed to echo from the very shadows themselves. Straining to listen, he might have heard faint murmurs mingling with the crackling of the candle flames, but he was too far gone in his own world of prayer to pay any attention to such anomalies.

When Adam finally opened his eyes, his heart sank as he found the room unchanged; the only evidence of his effort was the faint scent of melting wax lingering in the air. He felt a mixture of disappointment and frustration wash over him. So much for that connection he had hoped to forge. Pouting slightly, he gazed at the unresponsive candles, wondering if perhaps he hadn’t put forth enough genuine effort. With a resolute sigh, he decided that he would give it another try the following night, determined to find the clarity he sought before drifting off to sleep.

The angel appeared in Adam's dreams like a whisper of light, illuminating the serene landscape around him. Adam had often wandered through this enchanting Garden in his slumber—a vivid tapestry of colors and fragrances that seemed to bloom just for him. Each flower glowed with an intensity that reflected his innermost yearnings, while the gentle rustle of emerald leaves danced in the soft, warm breeze. He enjoyed the tranquility, completely unaware that he was not alone in this ethereal sanctuary.

As he strolled deeper into the Garden, a peculiar sensation pricked at the edges of his consciousness. It was as if invisible eyes were watching him, observing his every step. He brushed off the feeling until, suddenly, the atmosphere around him shifted. There, among the vibrant foliage and the shimmering petals, appeared the angel.

This celestial being had an otherworldly presence, elusive and enchanting. Adam found it difficult to focus on any specific detail of the angel's form; it seemed to shimmer and morph as if woven from light itself. Its wings glistened with a celestial glow, creating an aura that captivated the very essence of beauty—a sight far beyond his comprehension.

Overwhelmed by the angel's majesty, Adam instinctively fell to his knees, the soft earth beneath him a comforting reminder of his mortality. A ripple of laughter echoed through the air, a sound both melodious and slightly mocking. "My, this is an unexpected sort of event," the angel mused, amusement lacing its voice. "You, of all beings, pray to me?"

Adam's head remained bowed, his heart racing in his chest, blissfully ignorant of the smirk playing upon the "angel's" lips. In that moment, he was engulfed by a blend of reverence and confusion, caught in the web of a dream that would forever alter his understanding of the divine.

"I have prayed to you, oh Samuel, for guidance. I seek your wisdom to be my faithful Patreon." The atmosphere seemed to shift as Adam spoke, his voice filled with earnest desperation. If he had dared to lift his gaze, he would have noticed the mischievous smirk growing on the lips of the figure before him, an entity that resembled an angel but exuded an unsettling presence. The corners of the angel's mouth curled upwards, exposing elongated, sharp teeth that glinted in the dim light.

"You have?" The angel replied, amusement lacing its tone. "Well, how fortuitous! I currently find myself without any pressing matters." With an air of mock benevolence, it leaned closer, its radiant wings folding elegantly behind it. "I would be delighted to take on the role of your Patreon, guiding and leading you on your path toward Priesthood."

Adam felt a wave of warmth wash over him as he kept his head bowed, a mixture of relief and excitement flooding his heart. The angel's presence was both comforting and thrilling, and he could hardly suppress the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips. In a gesture that felt almost tender, the "angel" gently ran its fingers through Adam's hair, a simple act that sent a shiver down his spine, evoking a blissful sigh of contentment. Little did Adam know, the path he was being led toward might be far more complex than he ever imagined.

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idea and art by me. Story written by @libby-for-life! For an art exchange. I feel I got the better part of the deal knowing how my art is. But I can’t write so I’m very lucky to have them. They’re amazing!

Life has been…harsh. So, this is certainly helping me. I just hope I don’t disappoint them.

#adamsapple #guitarduck #adam x lucifer #lucifer x adam #traditional art #hazbin hotel #my art #commission by libby #drawing #bad art but the story is good!#hazbin hotel adam #Part 1 #Lucifer is Samuel

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sweet-evie · 1 year ago

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This is How You Fall in Love

Content: Established Relationship, gojo x fem!reader, nameless OC, she/her pronouns, lovesick!gojo, sentimental!gojo

A/N: I actually do have an OC in mind, but I don't want to give her a name yet.

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Part of him wished she could see how ethereally beautiful she looked in her sleep.

But then again, this vulnerable and peaceful sight belonged to him and him alone. He alone was granted the privilege of watching how her eyelashes fluttered in her sleep, or how her lips parted slightly as she breathed in and out. No other soul would be privy to the way she tucked her hands into loose fists, or how her body subconsciously curled towards his.

No one else would hear her say his name in the dead of night sometimes.

There were nights when he couldn’t help but think that he didn’t deserve her. And tonight was one such night.

He lay beside her on their bed, tucked under soft sheets, skin to skin.

Gentle fingertips whispered delicately over the side of her face, brushing stray locks of hair behind an ear. He traced a familiar path from the delicate arch of her brows to the bridge of her nose, her cheekbones, and her lips.

So beautiful…

An irreplaceable treasure. Sweet and strong. Lovely with all her flaws. So honest and endearing.

He didn’t think she truly understood just how much he loved her or how much he cherished her. To be fair, he didn’t exactly tell her outright, but he adored her and would always find ways to make sure she knew just how much she meant to him. He wanted a life with her — a home, a family, maybe even two beautiful darlings they would call their own one day.

The hand that was on her face traveled lower, tracing her arm and her hand until he gently held her palm, bringing her hand to his lips, so he could lay soft and secret kisses along her knuckles. His eyes landed on the emptiness of one of her fingers, waiting for the engagement ring he had already commissioned. He was waiting on its completion, and when it would be done, he would ask her to tie her life to his for eternity — would ask her to marry him and spend the rest of his life with her.

He loved thinking of their life together and how much they effortlessly intertwined with each other throughout the years — as if this was meant to happen all along, as if every moment back then was meant to lead to where he was now, sleeping next to the woman he loved and adored, basking in the happiness that enveloped him whenever he gazed at her.

He made himself sick sometimes, just thinking about how much he loved her.

And to know that she returned his sentiments and perhaps even more, humbled him — drove him to his knees if he let it. It was beautiful to know that she accepted him and loved him for who he was — not for his wealth or his powers or his status, but for him. She stripped him of his titles and she loved him for simply being Satoru. No one ever made him feel like that ever since Suguru did. And to think that he would find someone that he would feel so deeply connected to… It was almost unheard of, but she found him and he found her regardless.

He refused to think of losing her, but once in a while he would try to think of it just to prove to himself how inconceivable it all was. If he lost her, he knew he would be ruined. Suguru left a gaping hole in his heart. If she ever left or if she was ever taken away from him, he feared what he would become. He would never love again. He didn’t want a life without her.

She was everything and more to him and his soul — a missing piece of his puzzle, his angel, the other half of his wandering soul. Her happiness was his… And to be a constant witness of her smiles and laughter, her joy and fulfillment for close to a decade…it made him so infinitely happy too.

She was his happiness.

And just like every other night he spent like this, he promised her again that only the coldness of death could ever take him away from her love and her warmth.

Gods, he didn’t deserve her at all. But he was glad to have her anyway, and he loved her so much.

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[Dumped in AO3]

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tarotwithavi · 2 years ago

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An appreciation letter for you

Not a reading you asked for but a reading you needed 😛

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Pile 1

Hey lovely rose

I wanted to take a moment to share something with you that I've observed and truly appreciate about you. Your presence is truly magnetic, and it's not just because of one particular trait, but rather a combination of several remarkable qualities that you possess.

First of all , your determination is inspiring. Your unwavering commitment to your goals and your ability to push through challenges is truly admirable. You never give up, and that's something that sets you apart. Your hardworking nature is evident in everything you do. I've seen how you consistently put in the effort and go the extra mile to achieve excellence. Your work ethic is truly remarkable and inspiring to those around you.

But it's not just your hard work that impresses me. Your intellect shines through in the way you approach problems and find innovative solutions. You have a keen mind and the ability to grasp complex concepts effortlessly. It's truly remarkable to witness your intelligence. Your never-ending curiosity is another aspect of your personality that I find incredibly magnetic. Your thirst for knowledge, your eagerness to explore new ideas, and your willingness to constantly learn and grow are truly remarkable qualities. It's infectious and inspires others to embrace curiosity as well.

Moreover, your love for your work is evident to anyone who interacts with you. You pour your heart and soul into what you do, and that passion resonates with those around you. It's a joy to witness someone who genuinely loves what they do and brings that enthusiasm to everything they undertake.

I hope you understand that all these qualities combined make you an extraordinary individual. Your presence is not only felt but cherished. You inspire those around you and create an environment that people are drawn to. I wanted to take a moment to acknowledge and appreciate all these qualities in you. All these qualities contribute to making you an incredible person. Keep shining brightly, because your magnetic presence truly makes a difference.

Thank you for being such an inspiration for me and the people around you.

Avi

Pile 2

Hey apple pie

I hope this message finds you well. I wanted to take a moment to express something that has been on my mind. Your remarkable qualities have always struck me, and I feel it's important to share my admiration with you.

Firstly, your capacity for forgiveness and maturity is truly extraordinary. The way you handle difficult situations and extend understanding to others is both admirable and rare. Your ability to let go of grudges and embrace forgiveness with an open heart is truly magnetic.

Your ethereal beauty goes far beyond physical appearances. It emanates from within you, reflecting the kindness and compassion that resides in your soul. Your genuine care and concern for people, regardless of their background or circumstances, is a testament to your remarkable character.

I've always been fascinated by your ability to strike a balance between your logical and emotional sides. You approach challenges and decision-making with a rational mindset while remaining attuned to your emotions. This makes you incredibly magnetic, as you have a unique ability to connect with others on both intellectual and heartfelt levels.

Another quality that sets you apart is your alacrity, always ready to embark on new adventures and embrace life's opportunities. Your adventurous spirit and willingness to step out of your comfort zone make you magnetic to others who are inspired by your zest for life.

Lastly, your innocence and pure heart are like a breath of fresh air. In a world that can sometimes be jaded, your genuine and kind nature shines through. Your actions and words reflect your true character, and that authenticity is truly magnetic.

I wanted to let you know that your presence and these extraordinary qualities have a profound impact on those around you, including myself. You are a true inspiration, and I'm grateful to have you in my life.

With heartfelt admiration,

Avi

Pile 3

Dear bossy pumpkin

I wanted to take a moment to express something that has been on my mind. Your presence is undeniably attractive, and it's not just because of your physical appearance, but rather a combination of remarkable qualities that make you truly captivating.

Your passion for life is infectious. Your enthusiasm for embracing new experiences, pursuing your dreams, and living each day to the fullest is truly inspiring. It's refreshing to be around someone who radiates such vibrant energy and makes others feel alive. Your creative mind is a gift that sets you apart. The way you think outside the box, find innovative solutions, and bring fresh ideas to the table is truly remarkable. Your creativity adds a unique and exciting dimension to every conversation and endeavor.

Your maturity is evident in the way you carry yourself and handle situations. You possess a sense of wisdom and understanding that goes beyond your years. Your thoughtful perspective and ability to navigate life's complexities with grace and composure are truly impressive. Knowing your self-worth is an incredibly attractive quality. You recognize your own value, and that confidence shines through in everything you do. Your self-assuredness is magnetic and draws others towards you, as they see the strength and self-belief you embody.

Beneath your seemingly cold exterior lies a beautifully soft and caring interior. Your ability to show vulnerability, empathy, and kindness to those close to you is a testament to the depth of your character. It's captivating to witness someone with such depth and emotional intelligence.

Please know that your presence has a profound impact on those around you. Your captivating qualities draw people towards you, and your genuine nature makes them feel seen and valued. You have a remarkable ability to leave a lasting impression on those who have the privilege of knowing you.

With utmost admiration and respect,

Avi

I am working on improving my English after my second last pick a card being a whole mess. 💀💀

Hope you like it!!

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wiltkingart · 10 months ago

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as another fruity tguy i really REALLY love the way u draw men so so much i see your work and i feel warm from head to toe cause you make trans men so beautiful. i can feel in every work that you love transmascs and being a tmasc and it comes thru in every paintstroke to me.

sorry to hijack with a big paragraph but last anon rly spoke to me and i wanted to share my experience if its ok

to last anon-- my journey is perhaps different from others but for me when i started T i also felt like it was the most important, life or death thing, but after spending time on T i found that even if the results werent as Manly as i was hoping for originally, i suddenly found myself in love with the simple fact that i had changed and my body had changed in a way that was on MY terms, even if it wasnt """perfectly passing"". since then ive found that not having T or having to lower my dosage was no longer painful or frightening.. im not sure how else to explain it other than At First, it felt like the testosterone was trying to fight Against the woman that Was my body, to sort of Transform it completely into this Man, but one day i just suddenly realized "oh. im not fighting anymore. and im actually pretty happy" and even tho i wasnt Perfectly masc by a long shot there was suddenly.. peace. i fell in love with my patchy body hair and my funny voice and my weird dick and then to my own suprise i found myself falling in love with the things i used to hate and wanted to get rid of. i suddenly loved my boobs (i wanted top surgery for YEARS before t) i loved my eyelashes, i loved the way my body looked in womens clothes, and i still loved being a man. im still a man and happier with that than ive ever been, but im more feminine now than i really ever have been! and its because suddenly being a man and having this mans body was something that belonged to ME, not to anyone else. this happiness and this body were on MY terms!!! so anon, i hope that you can try hormones and you get to explore the changes that bring you joy and that you find even more joy in the things you never expected before. but if you dont get hrt? youre still one of us always. i hope you will still find the love in your heart for yourself and the man you are regardless. peace and love and trangenderism ❤️

just want to add on that i relate heavily to your part about "falling in love with the things i used to hate and wanted to get rid of" because my chest was one of my biggest source of grief pre-T and could not imagine a life for myself without top surgery, and even injured myself from binding too much. but something about being on hrt and finally seeing and experiencing myself with more masc features (and living my life as a guy, in my own way) gradually flipped a switch in my brain and i started to love my boobs. and then when i stopped T i was worried and scared i would lose that love, but now i actually love them more than ever (if my art wasnt indication enough hehe). there's so many ways to be trans, and be a man, and i'm so grateful i gave myself the patience and space to explore that, and that i can continue to explore and experience joy with it. peace and love and transgenderism forever 💙

#love how half my notifs right now are sweet and genuine messages #and the other half is people talking about how badly they want to get leon pregnant #i wouldn't have it any other way <3 #ask wilt

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justalittlelilac · 3 months ago

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My brother and his wife just welcomed another bundle of joy into the world, throwing me into the esteemed ranks of aunthood for the third time (cue the confetti and party horns! 🎉🎊)

Anyway, this got my brain running wild about how each of the love interests in OLBA might react to you having baby nieces or nephews (or 'niblings' for a more gender-neutral term) if you don't already have children:

Cove:

Ugh, Cove. Our adorable beach bum. Much like all of my headcannons for this man, his reactions shift depending on his age. The younger the Cove, the more nervous he'd be around the tiny one. However, regardless of age, I can picture him approaching the situation with all the caution of a skittish cat.

When asked if he wanted to hold the baby, he'd likely stammer a quick "No, thanks!" before immediately backpedaling with guilt. Eventually, he'd cave and accept the precious cargo, muttering something like, "They're so small... Are they supposed to be this small? Were you this small?"

Bless his heart, Cove would treat the baby like a Fabergé egg—utterly convinced that one wrong move could shatter the little one into a million pieces. He hasn't been around babies, and because it's an unfamiliar situation, he's unsure of himself. But fear not! As time passes, our surfer boy gradually realizes that babies are surprisingly resilient little creatures, capable of surviving the occasional awkward hold or accidental bump.

Once comfortable, Cove would transform into the ultimate cool uncle. I can just picture him and Elizabeth locked in a heated debate about the appropriate age to introduce the baby to surfing. "What do you mean two is too young? They'll be walking by then... right?" He'd whisper to you, panic in his eyes, "That is when babies start walking, right?"

Later that night, you'd find Cove hunched over his laptop, furiously Googling "baby milestones" and "safe surfing for two year olds."

His favorite pastime would become riling up Elizabeth with outrageous statements like, "Someone's gotta teach this kid the finer points of life. We can't have them growing up preferring some stuffy mansion over the sweet, sweet sound of crashing waves like someone we know." Elizabeth would roll her eyes so hard you'd worry they might get stuck, insisting there's not a snowball's chance in Hawaii of that happening.

And when he sees you with baby? Well, we can just say that the warmth that spreads through his chest is undeniable when he looks at you with so much love. Whether or not you are planning for children, it just makes him happy to see you happy with the new member of your family.

(My Cove route MC would be handing the baby back to Elizabeth, making some excuse that she and Cove had to leave early if she caught him staring like that 😏)

Derek:

Fine gentlepeople of the audience, I present to you: Derek in Uncle Mode. He has run the gauntlet and can't help going into helper mode as soon as you both walk into the door. Swooping in like a superhero, except instead of a cape, he's holding a casserole dish and wearing a "World's Best Uncle" shirt he was jokingly gifted but wears like a badge of honor.

Derek's already firing off questions like an interviewer on caffeine. "How's the baby sleeping? Do you need help with laundry? I brought a casserole! Oh, and I've memorized some lullabies and learned some baby sign language if needed!"

It's only when you, Elizabeth, or one of his family members (if the baby belongs to one of his siblings) tells him to slow down that he finally stops to meet the baby. He is immediately taken with them.

He offers to hold the baby so parent can rest or get anything done. He's cooing and making faces that would be embarrassing if they weren't so darn endearing. "Look at those cheeks! And that hair! Man, it's crazy how small they are! Y'know, they look a lot like me//you. So cool."

His enthusiasm is infectious. Of course, he involves you, asking if you want to hold the baby, saying how guilty he feels for hogging them. Total natural. Are we even surprised? This man loves his family, both his and yours, and having this time with you and his family will never get old. It fills him with a contended happiness he can't find anywhere else.

Prepare yourself for Derek to become a fixture at every family gathering, armed with a camera and a determination to document every sneeze, giggle, and adorable baby fart. He's already wanting to help plan the kid's first birthday party, complete with a petting zoo, bouncy castle, and a cake bigger than the baby.

When the little one gets older, don't be surprised to find Derek passed out on the couch after an epic play session, covered in glitter glue and sporting a tiara. It's a look that screams "Best Uncle Ever," and he wears it with pride. (I'm going to pass out from how cute that looks in my head help)

Baxter:

Now, Baxter's reactions are much trickier for me to pin down. At first glance, you might mistake him for a casual observer, watching from the sidelines, uninvolved, with that trademark soft smile of his. Very similar to the way he is in groups. It's not that I think Baxter wouldn't like babies; I'm just not convinced if he would have a tremendous outward affection for babies that are not his own, y'know?

But don't let it fool you — where Baxter would shine is in any outing. The man is on top of it. A Swiss Army Knife of baby preparedness. By nature of his profession, he would be keyed into many different things event-oriented.

Need to know the best time to visit the zoo to avoid crowds? Baxter's got a color-coded chart for that. Looking for a family-friendly restaurant that won't turn up their noses at a screaming infant? Baxter's already made reservations at three different places, just in case.

When it comes time for a family day out, Baxter shows up with a backpack that would put Mary Poppins to shame. Diapers? Check. Snacks? Check. First aid kit, portable fan, and a small library of children's books? Triple check.

I'm talking itinerary, scheduled bathroom breaks, and located family area so baby can be fed. He probably scoped out the location during his workday to know where everything was. He can't help working off the clock, it seems.

Now, he'd try to be subtle and respectful with all of this, not wanting to step on toes or upset your sister. He'd make sure to offer his services and back off if he was told no, but it's useless to try and get him to relax if it's just the two of you.

As the baby grows into a toddler, Baxter's true colors start to shine through. Leave him alone with the kid for an hour, still having that slightly interested, amused smile on his face, and you'll come back to find him covered in stickers, wearing a makeshift cape, and fully committed to his role as "Sir Baxter, Knight of the Pillow Fort."

It turns out that your niece or nephew has unlocked a side of Baxter that even he didn't know existed – his inner child. In these moments, you catch glimpses of the carefree childhood Baxter never had. A kid at heart who didn't really get to be a kid, and your niece or nephew gives him that space to be one with abandon.

And there you have it! Now, I'm gonna go brush my teeth, because I now have cavities from how sweet these three are in my head. (I need someone more skilled than me to draw these scenarios omggg)

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clambuoyance · 1 year ago

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I’m sure it’s because not many people know but kon actually has a lot of different sources for angst potential! He’s engineered to be a copy of earths greatest hero yet constantly struggling to find out who he is outside of a given purpose. He galavants around with the idea that he’s independent enough to be his own boss, but from the moment of his creation he’s been told who to be or exploited by the people he meets. He’s both treated like an adult yet punished for acting like a kid. He makes mistakes and often feels like a screw up but he gets up and tries again every time! He’s acts like the S symbol is both something he already deserves (because that’s what he was made for) yet acts as if he constantly has to prove he’s worthy. He didn’t have a name for the first years of his publication history, and for a long time he didn’t know how to be anything other than Superboy (and maybe he’s still figuring that out). He cried tears of joy when Superman finally gave him his very own Kryptonian name and verbally accepted him into the family, a testament to how important that journey of identity and belonging is to him. At the same time, why did it have to take so long?

His life is constantly being uprooted, and he can never settle in one place long enough to call it home. He deserves agency and stability, yet his life is often slipping out of his own control. He yearns for a mother or father, and maybe if he had one, he wouldn’t feel so lost. For a while, he thought he would never grow up and be who he needs to be, which is ironic given how many people are quick to call him immature. He cares so much for his friends and family, and he is pained when people leave and feels immensely guilty when he hurts the people he cares about. Regardless of what he may think, those people are happy to remind him that they think of him as family too and they’ll travel across time and space and to the ends of the earth for him.

Despite being created in a lab to be a copy of someone else, ironically he is brimming with a unique personality that is sometimes sought to be stifled. But he’s tied so much worth into who he’s supposed to be that shaking that foundation shakes his very core and is a source of insecurity. He acts so differently from Clark, yet so similarly as well. He wants to be Superman, but both emulates him and fights to be Different from him. He believes in seeing the good in people, even if it lands him into trouble, and though he may doubt it or question it he really is a hero at heart. He’s like Clark where it matters, but everything else—his personality and style, his connections to his friends and family, his struggles and triumphs—all of that is completely his own.

He may not have figured out everything it meant to be human, but he’s loved enough to die for it. To die would indeed be an awfully great adventure, but like J.M. Barrie said, “To live would be an awfully big adventure.” And Kon has certainly experienced it all, good and bad.

#Not directed at anyone in particular but #Kon el is too busy being tormented by the Horrors to be sad about Tim drake having a diff love interest than him okay💀💀💀#there is so much diff angst potential in him #however I do think he has trouble w change #and would be sad about the fact his bond with a person doesn’t feel as strong as before #ugh idk how to explain it #I could go on about kon for hours #spurred to make this post bc everytime I see ppl say that kon is sad bc Tim doesn’t love him I’m like #there is sooo much more here u guys #kon el #Conner kent #superboy

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yandereworlds · 1 year ago

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they're all so cute ;0;

do you have any fun facts about dantae you want to share?

Actually, yes! Here's some Dantae Headcanons!

𖦹 Dantae is 100% a dog person. He owns two great Dane’s! One is named Marco and the other Leon.

𖦹 Dantae definitely prefers a s/o that’s shorter than him for many reasons, mostly because he likes being able to lift up his s/o whenever he feels like it and because they pose less of a threat and won’t be nearly as difficult to subdue when times call for it. I won’t say he’s entirely against dating a taller s/o, but he’ll definitely be more apprehensive

𖦹 Dantae adheres to an exceedingly strict diet, making a conscious effort to minimize carb intake. He's seemingly one of those individuals dedicated to going to the gym, exercising at least twice daily, and meticulously upholding a balanced diet. Should you find yourself in a relationship with Dantae, he'll undoubtedly encourage you to embrace his dietary choices, despite knowing your aversion to it, in one way or another. Whenever you complain to him, he’d likely say something along the lines of, “I just want to help you keep that perfect figure, Cariño. Don’t be so angry..”

𖦹 Regrettably, Dantae's persuasive nature doesn't end with his diet preferences. He would also try to motivate you to join him in morning exercises, though he won't be as overly insistent. His approach would involve incorporating you into his routines, such as doing push-ups with you sitting on his back or engaging in sit-ups while showering you with affectionate kisses every time he comes back up.

𖦹 Dantae values a significant other who possesses excellent culinary skills. After all, they say the quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach, and that rings true for Dantae. Naturally, he would anticipate his partner to prepare meals for him throughout the day and keep the table full. These acts of service will genuinely make Dantae appreciate his significant other, especially when they are done without him having to ask for them.

𖦹 When Dantae isn't occupied with his work as a bounty hunter, he likely spends his leisure time at shooting ranges. He constantly strives to enhance his weapon-handling skills, though he usually prefers that his significant other isn’t present. However, with sufficient encouragement, he might occasionally bring them along, strictly as an observer and never to participate. The idea of his partner handling a gun or any weapon unsettles him; he firmly believes it isn't their place, and he intends to maintain that boundary, regardless if they are actually good at it or not.

𖦹 Adding onto what I mentioned earlier, acts of service form the foundation of Dantae's love language. Verbal expressions of affection aren't his forte; instead, he lets his actions speak volumes. Following a taxing evening of work, he might return home and tenderly massage his significant other's shoulders and feet, or take the initiative to handle some household chores if they are feeling exhausted. He might even draw a soothing bath for the two of you, embracing the opportunity to share a moment of relaxation and intimacy.

𖦹 Dantae is an avid horror enthusiast. He finds immense joy in watching scary movies with his significant other, relishing not only the thrill of the films, but also the comforting presence of having you clinging onto him. It reinforces his sense of being your primary protector, and there's nothing he enjoys more than that reassuring feeling.

𖦹 Probably takes photos of his s/o while they are sleeping and definitely has a folder compiled purely of all the photos he's taken of you over time.

𖦹 Dantae has a tendency to discreetly plant bugs or tracking devices on most of his darling's belongings. It's not that he doesn’t trust you, but rather he finds comfort in knowing your whereabouts at all times. Even though he could easily ask, that alone doesn't suffice for him. He's unlikely to reveal this behavior, and in the event that his darling discovers one of these bugs and confronts him, he won't try to hide it. Instead, he may openly admit to doing so, taking pride in the belief that he's merely looking out for your well-being.

𖦹 Dantae has difficulty accepting criticism, regardless of whether it is intended for his own betterment or not. Any form of correction or being told he's mistaken about something tends to trigger his anger swiftly. In such situations, he may become easily irritated or even display aggression, depending on the circumstances.

𖦹 Dantae is heavily family-oriented, he often puts them above everything else and prioritizes them. Dantae truly believes that there's really nothing else like family and if it came down to it, he would do just about anything for his family.

𖦹 Dantae adheres to a highly disciplined sleeping routine. He typically retires to bed between 9 to 8 PM, and as an early riser, he wakes up around 5 AM. Every morning, while his significant other enjoys a bit more rest, he engages in various activities such as exercising, tending to yard work, or handling tasks like fetching the mail. This structured morning routine allows him to make the most of each day and take care of necessary chores before his partner wakes up.

𖦹 Dantae's major pet peeve revolves around the silent treatment or being ignored, as he finds such behavior disrespectful. When faced with this treatment, he doesn't hesitate to become hostile in response. However, when it comes to his significant other, he may exhibit a bit more tolerance and patience, though even that has its limits, like most things in his life.

𖦹 Will always be the big spoon, it is non negotiable.

Hope this gave you a little more of an idea of the type of person Dantae is! Enjoy!

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#yandere #yancore #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere drabbles #//mun kiki #yanderecore #dantae #yandere headcanons

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multiplicity-positivity · 7 months ago

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Here’s some positivity for plural artists and creators!

Plural artists and creators, you are a wonderful, integral, and cherished part of the plural community. We so value your presence here, and we hope that your artistic endeavors bring your whole system comfort, joy, and fulfillment! Regardless of what kind of art you make, how long you have been creating, how popular your art is, or how skilled you are at making art, you belong here and your works are worth discussing, uplifting, and celebrating! Plural artists, this one’s for you!

🎨 Shoutout to systems who have just started making art, are beginners, or have yet to see many improvements in their art!

🖌 Shoutout to systems whose art styles vary between headmates, and to systems who share a collective art style!

🖼 Shoutout to systems who draw, paint, color, collage, sculpt, or make digital art! Your art makes the world a better place!

🖋 Shoutout to systems who are poets, novelists, essayists, or writers by other means! Writing is art and you are an artist!

🎨 Shoutout to systems who experiment with different mediums and forms of artistic expression!

🖌 Shoutout to systems who are makeup artists, have lots of tattoos, are fashion-focused or otherwise use their body to express themselves with how they look!

🖼 Shoutout to systems who often feel self-conscious or insecure about their art! Keep on making art for you, we know it will turn out beautifully!

🖋 Shoutout to systems who love to create art for and of their headmates, or who love to collaborate with their headmates on art pieces!

🎨 Shoutout to systems who use art to cope with trauma, mental illness, grief, conflict, or other heavy things!

🖌 Shoutout to systems who are interested in making art for the first time! You can do it, we believe in you!

🖼 Shoutout to systems who want to make more art, but struggle to do so due to disabilities or chronic illness! You are allowed to take your time and create what feels comfortable for you on your own terms!

🖋 Shoutout to systems who have been creating for as long as they can remember! Your artistic endeavors are always worth sharing and celebrating!

🎨 Shoutout to systems who have found purpose, belonging, meaning, and a zest for life through art!

🖌 Shoutout to systems who feel lost and confused about their art, but keep creating and making art anyway!

To all plural artists out there, we want to encourage, support, and uplift you however we can! We hope that you can find lots of inspiration in your own system and the plural community. Know that you don’t have to be the very best at what you do in order to consider yourself an artist and for the art that you make to be worthwhile. Your system’s creations are wonderful and uniquely y’all’s, and we are so grateful to share our spaces with artists like you!

We truly wish that your system will continue to create, even when it’s hard or slow going! Whether you’ve been making art for one week or many decades, please know that your creativity is unmatched and there is not artist out there who is quite like you or your system! We hope that you can find inspiration, motivation, energy, and resources to make all the art you want to make, and we’re wishing you the very best with your future artistic endeavors!

#plurality #pluralgang #multiplicity #actuallyplural #system positivity #plural positivity #plural pride #system pride #plural artist #plural art #system art #system artist

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savingsallow · 1 month ago

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— Random Facts About Ale

[get to know this resident lover boy be why tf not]

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(1) Adept Duellist

Alejandro possesses a genuine passion for dueling, viewing it not just as a competition but as an elegant dance of strategy, timing, and skill. His dedication has earned him a reputation as one of the finest duellists at Hogwarts, where the thrill of the match pulses through his veins.

Professor Hecat, with her rigorous training and insightful teachings, is his favorite mentor, inspiring him to refine his craft and embrace the nuances of each duel.

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(2) Nature Enthusiast

There’s a unique joy Alejandro finds in tending to plants, as it reflects a blend of patience, nurturing, and growth. His fascination began in childhood, where he would assist his mother in cultivating her garden of vegetables and herbs, learning from her both the joy and teachings that come from nature. This bond offered him an appreciation for the slow unfolding of life and the quiet lessons it holds.

In addition to his love for plants, Alejandro has an unwavering affection for animals of all kinds. His 'toxic trait' is his resolute determination to pet any creature he encounters, regardless of how friendly or fearsome it may be. This endearing quality often surprises others, as animals seem instinctively drawn to him, responding to his gentle demeanor and warm presence.

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(3) Proud Muggle Heritage

Yes, Alejandro proudly identifies as a Muggle-born.

Coming from a religious family that viewed witchcraft with skepticism, Ale's journey into the magical world was complex and fraught with challenges. When his family discovered his powers, instead of rejecting him, they chose to embrace and protect him. They kept his magical abilities confidential from the outside world to shield him from the scrutiny and potential ostracism associated with their religious beliefs.

Once sorted into Slytherin, Alejandro faced the harsh realities of fitting into a house with a reputation for elitism. Enduring taunts of being called a "Mudblood," he worked tirelessly to prove himself in this new environment. His background instilled in him a strong sense of justice; he became a vocal advocate for those who faced discrimination, particularly his fellow Muggles. This commitment often put him at odds with the more traditional values of his peers, showcasing his bravery and integrity.

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(4) Aspiring Poet

When he finds a moment of solitude, Ale often turns to his journal to express his thoughts and feelings through poetry. This creative outlet serves as a refuge, allowing him to unwind and examine the intricate tapestry of emotions swirling within him. Each poem becomes a reflection of his experiences, from the beauty of nature to the complexities of his relationships. This artistic side not only enriches his character but also offers glimpses into his inner life—revealing the layers beneath his charming exterior.

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(5) Unreturned Affection

(shot by: @acslytherpuff ❤️‍🔥)

Alejandro's heart has long belonged to Val, a deep and unrequited love that shapes much of his emotional landscape.

His infatuation ignited during their fifth-year DADA class when Val triumphantly defeated Sebastian in a duel, a moment that left an indelible mark on him. From that point on, Alejandro yearned to be closer to her, and remarkably, they developed a close friendship that he cherished deeply.

(shot by and mc, alvin, on the left belongs to: @acslytherpuff )

In his quest to spend more time with Val, Alejandro enrolled in flying classes despite his lack of enthusiasm for the subject. His willingness to step out of his comfort zone speaks volumes about his dedication to her—he even joined the Quidditch team, knowing it was close to her heart. Through both joyous times and challenging moments, Alejandro has stood by Val’s side as a steadfast friend, offering support and encouragement, even as his heart ached with unspoken feelings.

Despite the clarity of his emotions, he has refrained from explicitly confessing his love for Val; instead, his actions often speak louder than words. Whenever she’s near, Alejandro is transformed from a suave, flirtatious charmer into a clumsy, endearing mess, making it clear how smitten he is.

His chance at romance nearly materialized during their sixth year, but Garreth's unexpected arrival complicated matters and ignited jealousy in Alejandro, whom he secretly despises. Nevertheless, Alejandro’s selflessness shines through—his newfound angst is tempered by the knowledge that if Val is happy and safe, that’s all that truly matters to him, even if he isn’t the one who makes her feel that way.

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#things about ale #alejandro salvatori #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy oc #slytherin #hogwarts legacy screenshots #hogwarts legacy photo mode #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #hphl oc #hl oc

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rancidpancakebatter · 2 years ago

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Love n' Locs | {P.P.}

Pairings: MCU!Peter Parker x Black!Female!Reader

Summary: Peter, your love, helps you with your hair. (Takes place after nwh)

Word Count: 4.4k words

Content Warnings: Minors DNI Smut (female receiving), shower sex, multiple orgasms, swearing, May's death is mentioned briefly but nothing graphic, tooth-rotting fluff that made me cry while writing it

( Masterlist )

A/N: HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH!!! I PROMISE TO BE AS INSUFFERABLE AS POSSIBLE!!! (and also to not write angsty black!reader fics during this time because we have suffered enough. Only Joy <3 )

You had the sweetest boyfriend in the whole world. He was so lovely and entirely devoted. He brought you flowers. He knew your favourite foods. He gave you hoodies and kisses when you were down. He held you close and listened intently. He encouraged you to chase your dreams and held your hand when you got scared.

You had never known love like this before. The kind that steals your breath every day. But that was just who Peter was. You would never get enough of him- but what was even more amazing, you know he feels the same.

He was a white boy, and you loved to tease him about his previous love interests. He always got a rosy blush when you called him a “snow bunny,” but he never got offended, recognising that you were only joking. He would sometimes call you his “melanated queen,” but only when making fun of people who did so sincerely.

He was refreshing in that sense. You had been around more than enough “woke” people who weirdly worshipped your blackness, but not Peter. He celebrated it; he celebrated you.

Race wasn’t something that came up often between you. He would listen to your frustrations as they arose, but he never commented on the fact that you were black.

He never fetishized or tip-toed around you. Peter was a genuine ally, never feeling like he had to make a show of how much he believed your life mattered. He just supported and only acted when you asked him to. He may have a hero complex, but he didn’t suffer from the white saviour complex, and for that, you were grateful.

You woke up this morning feeling almost overwhelmed by that gratitude. Peter was asleep, his curls strewn about the pillow. You had convinced him to grow them out. You promised to play around all day with his hair, finding the right products and creams to use. He agreed because he loves it when you play with his hair.

His lips were slightly parted, plush and pink. A smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose glows in the early morning sun. They were very subtle, almost imperceptible unless you got the opportunity to track them down, inches from his face. You were happy to say you got that opportunity often.

Basked in light and in your arms is where he belonged. Not on the streets, fighting crime. He deserved to rest. He was exhausted last night. His eyes were half closed as he clambered out of his suit, tripping on the feet. He only agreed to a shower when you offered to join. You would have joined regardless, but there was no way in hell this man was climbing in your sheets covered in soot.

“I can feel you staring.” A small smirk pulled at his lips though his eyes remained closed.

You didn’t respond with words, instead deciding to pepper his sweet face with kisses. You felt his smile grow as you went, until it fell into a full-on laugh.

You swear his laughter had a direct line to your heart, the sound filled you, and your heart swelled to adjust. His hands found purchase on your hips and rolled you over until he was on his back and slotted between your thighs. His favourite place to be.

“You’re just so nice to look at, so handsome,” You tease.

You continue in your ministrations, your lips painting a path from his jaw to his cheek, his eyelids and his brows, up his forehead and down the bridge of his nose. All while cradling his face. Holding him like he was your most precious possession. Something deserving of the Louvre or the Tate. You poured out your love, letting it seep into his soft, golden skin.

While Peter was a giver, he struggled to receive. You took any opportunity to remind him how much you loved him, how much you appreciated him. You felt his deft fingers worm their way under your sleepshirt, where they fronted an attack.

“Pete!-”

You collapsed against his chest as your body racked with giggles. He flipped you around again, and you could do nothing as he continued to tickle you.

“Pe-Pete, no!”

His hands stilled but held you firmly. You slowed your breathing and finally opened your eyes. They were met with glowing stars, burning bright and filled with adoration. You tucked your head into the crook of his neck, feeling flustered by his unabashed gaze.

He only chuckles as he pulls you up to sit in his lap. His hands move to your back, painting soothing circles across your skin. You melt into the touch. You get hit with another wave of love, feeling it pulse against your ribcage. You begin leaving kisses across his neck, trailing across his collarbones. Peter takes the time to work his hands up your sides, massaging the muscle as he goes. You truly are putty in this man’s hands.

You find yourself on the other side of his neck, releasing a sweet sigh as his hands worked over your shoulders. His hands move to your neck, focusing on any knot he finds until they’re all gone.

You wrap your arms around his waist, pulling yourself closer and encouraging him to keep going. He removes your bonnet, setting it to the side, and massages your scalp. This was heaven. You moan at the feeling, and Peter chuckles.

“I really should be doing this for you.” Your words are muffled and slurred, but you know Peter hears them.

“Eh,” He shrugs, “it’s black history month.”

You both fall into a fit of laughter. Eventually, his hands disappear from your scalp, reappearing under your chin. You let it guild you, bringing you face-to-face with him. His smile is lazy and warm.

“Do I get any real kisses this morning?” You tilt your head to the side and pretend to ponder it.

You let out a dramatic sigh, though, with your wide smile- you fool no one. “I guess you’ve earned it.”

Kissing Peter was one of your favourite pastimes. In a perfect world, your lips would only feel his skin. Always attached in some way. But these kisses were your favourite. The kind where your smiles get in the way. The slow and steady kind, where there’s all the passion but none of the rush. You simply get to be, enjoy, and love. His are soft and sure.

You feel safe here in his hands, treasured. Your arms rest lazily around his neck, your nails tracing shapes on his back. Peter tilts his head, deepening the kiss. His tongue swipes at your lips, and you don’t hesitate to part them. It dances with yours and makes you dizzy. You get lost in it for a moment before you pull away. Peter whines, and you can’t help but laugh at his little pout.

“Sorry, bub, I got a full day ahead of me, and I need to get started.” He squeezes your waist, and you jump as your nerves alight, sending those familiar giggles to your brain.

“But it’s your day off,” he says through his frown. “And mine…we get the whole day together.”

You lay a quick kiss on his jutted lip, “Yeah, but it’s wash day. And I wanna braid it out. That’s gonna take all day.”

Peter hangs his head in defeat for a moment before it shoots back up. He beams, sitting up straighter as he presents his idea. “I could help.”

Scepticism falls on your brow, “You wanna help…?”

He looks at you as if you’ve issued a challenge. “What? You don’t think I can?”

You laugh as you link your hands behind his neck. “I think you can; I just don’t think you understand the commitment you’re making. It takes me upwards of nine hours to do my hair.”

He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer and resting his chin on your chest. Your hands run through his hair as he gazes up at you like you hung every star in the night sky. “Well, I’ll be here, and you’ll be here, so I might as well help.”

You couldn’t argue with that logic.

“Peter, when you said you’d help, I didn’t think you meant like this.”

You were currently in the shower with your boyfriend pressed against you. His hands trailed up and down your stomach as he pressed sweet kisses down your neck. You felt his lips tug at the side, a smirk you knew well.

“Don’t worry about me. You can wash your hair, just pretend I’m not even here.” His lips find the spot that makes you shudder. He holds you closer, knowing your legs weaken when he does that.

“That’s not fair; you’re very distracting,” you retort as your hand reaches up to tangle in his hair.

Pete’s hands find your hips and give them a firm squeeze. He knew you loved it when he showed off how strong he was. He was playing you like a fiddle, but you couldn’t bother to be mad.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Peter knew the answer. He caught the way your pulse quickened when he suggested you shower together. He heard your breath hitch when he took off his pants. He could smell you even as he lathered you with soap. You just liked to tease; you liked to act tough. But your bravado quickly crumbled for him. And he loved that. That your gentleness, your piety, was only for him.

“No”

It left your mouth in a puff of air. So soft and sweet, whispered with the water. Peter wasted no time dipping a hand into your slit. His finger probed around, collecting your slick and teasing you further. His foot found yours and kicked it, spreading you apart farther. You moaned softly as he licked up the collum of your throat.

“All this for me?” He rubbed small circles on your clit, a small taste of what he could do, and you both knew it.

“It’s just the shower.” His other hand reached up, gripping you by the jaw and twisting your face towards him.

“I don’t think it is”

He picked up the pace and swallowed your moans. His pillowy soft lips devour you hungrily, and you can feel his hard-on in the crest of your ass. He rips away from your lips, and his hand goes to your boobs, pinching and pulling on your nipples. He enters you with one of his thick digits. He shows no mercy as he thrusts it into you, finding your g-spot in a matter of seconds. Peter knew your body well and loved reminding you of that.

He adds another finger, and your body involuntarily jerks, chasing Peter in all directions. He hisses as you grind against him. Your toes are curling, and the steam makes it hard to catch your breath. All too soon, he removes himself. You whine as your high is stolen from you.

He waits until your eyes are on him before he brings his fingers to his mouth. He hallows his cheeks around them before pulling them out with a soft pop and a moan. You watch with wide eyes as he runs his tongue across them, collecting every drop of your essence.

“You taste so good, baby.”

He presses his praise into your skin- down your neck and across your shoulders. He continues down a path, following the curve of your spine. He takes quite the bite out of your ass, causing you to yelp, before continuing to nibble on your thighs.

Your hand tries to grip the wall and provide you with balance, just his gentle touches making you shake with anticipation. He notices this and throws your legs over his shoulders, your back pressed gently against the cold tile.

“You okay, baby?” You try to slow your breathing, nails scraping against his scalp, the wet curls wrapping around your fingers.

“Yeah, I'm good.” Peter loved communication; it was important to him. Though often, he would steal your ability to string anything coherent together.

“Good, 'cause I haven’t had breakfast, and I’m hungry." He sent you a wink before disappearing between your thighs.

You let out a cry as he suckles your clit. His grip on your thighs is bruising as he spreads them farther apart, whipping his head furiously between them. You’re seeing stars.

This is a stark difference from the sweet kisses you shared this morning. This was need, hunger, a carnal desire. He was chasing your high as much as you were. He moved his tongue inside you, the pink muscle scraping against your walls. You ground your hips down, and you both moaned.

You, because your clit bumped his nose, a jolt through your nerves that brought you closer and closer to your peak. And Peter, because he loves when you get off to him like this. He loves that he gets to see you like this, on the brink of desperation and lost in desire. He loves that he can make you this way. That he’s the only one who can.

Eating you out is Peter’s favourite pastime. In a perfect world, he would spend every moment between your thighs, drinking from the fountain of you, never satiated.

He grinds his face into you, loving how you flutter around his tongue. He loved every way your body told him you loved this. It was like picking up a new language. He knew the meaning of every twitch, sound, and pulse. He was fluent in you.

He felt the way your thighs were shaking and knew you were right there, you just needed a little push, and he was happy to provide. He cages your leg against his shoulder as he reaches around and presses firmly against your clit.

“Fuck! Pete!”

You cry his name, and he thinks it’s his favourite sound. It spurs him on further. He only wants you to respond like that. He moves his thumb, spelling his name as if your brain would subconsciously pick up on it, and you would say it again. He’s fucking you with his mouth and marking you as his.

Your orgasm crashes through you, a broken moan ripping from your chest, completely overwhelmed by pleasure. Peter continues to fuck you through it, drawing it out for as long as he can. Wanting everything you had to give him. He really was hungry.

Your body convulses, your grip on his curls strong as you try to pull him away. This doesn’t dissuade Peter by any means. He knows you can cum again; he needs you to cum again.

Your pulling on his hair inadvertently brings him closer, and he revels in it. His mouth trades places with his fingers, giving your clit a small break from his brutal beating.

However, you don’t recognise it as a “break”. Your sensitivity sends your brain into overdrive, or underdrive- you weren’t sure. All thoughts were half-baked, and your muscles were moving of their own accord. You were glad Peter was there to hold you because there was no way you would have been able to support yourself.

“Pe-Peter! I-unghhh”

Peter had to fight his grin, knowing that he rendered your brain useless, only able to think of him and your high. There was truly no more beautiful sight. Your jaw slacked, as a cacophony of lewd sounds fell from your open lips. Your brows furrowed as you chase your peak. Your unfocused eyes, half-lidded, looking down, searching for him. Your body quaking around him. He wished he could capture this moment on camera, encapsulate this moment forever.

You pushed your hips forward in a final thrust, taking his fingers deeper and his unholy tongue pressing harder against your sensitive bud. This time you scream, nearly collapsing over. Peter brings a hand to your throat, keeping you upright while he drinks from your fountain.

He gently removes his fingers from your core, and you whine slightly, bringing a spirited smile to his face. He wrapped your legs around his waist, admiring your completely blissed-out face. You were so beautiful. In any way, but especially this way.

You rested your head in the crook of his neck, not caring that you were panting on your auditorily sensitive, always-way-too-warm, boyfriend. To be fair, he didn’t care either. He would suffer through anything to hold you like this. And it was deserved. He did kinda render you useless.

He laid a kiss to your temple and you hummed, cuddling into him more. “Alright, coach me through the washing.”

He listened intently as you told him how much product to use and where to massage it in. He was careful to try and keep all the shampoo on your scalp, heeding your warnings of drying out your curls. He was so tender and sweet. He was much gentler with your hair than you ever were.

He peppered you with kisses as he coaxed you under the shower head. Despite your recovery and your ability to stand once again, Peter refused to let you down. Keeping you wrapped around him like a koala or sloth. You couldn’t say you minded all that much.

Peter was most excited to brush your hair. He had never really gotten to do that, as you only ever did it in the shower. He felt proud that you trusted him to do it now. It felt intimate, special.

Sometimes he would get to brush May’s hair. It was long and beautiful, and when he was younger, she would let him if he asked. He would have her sit on the floor as he stood tall, bending at the knees to accommodate his short little arms. He missed those moments with her. He missed her. But in you, he found new things to miss, and he was forever grateful for that.

He continues to run the comb through your hair, even when the knots were gone, because he loved how you melted into him. You were practically purring, and it felt nice to take care of you for a change.

He couldn’t count how many times you had patched him up, made him food because he had forgotten to eat, checked up on him, or helped him through an existential crisis. You were always there for him, his rock. He would be lost without you.

The water started to get cold, so you begrudgingly left, feeling a little betrayed by your water heater for ruining such a wonderful moment. Peter only set you down then, but ordered you to stay on the bathmat. You chuckled as you watched him run, butt-ass naked, through the hall. When he returned, he held a few towels and worn shirts in his hand. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to his smile. It will always make your heart stutter.

“Arms up,” He directs and you follow.

He wraps a towel around you, and you can’t stop the satisfied sigh that leaves your mouth. It was warm and fluffy, almost enough to put you to sleep. Once he’s secured it around you, he gently moves your arms back to your sides and places a sacrosanct kiss on your lips. Your only complaint was that it was too short; your body naturally follows him as he pulls away.

He chuckles, “Steady sailor. We still got a lot of work to do. Can’t get distracted now.”

You lovingly swat at him, and he rewards you with a laugh, one that squishes his eyes and crinkles his nose. It takes everything in you not to kiss him silly. But it’s not your fault; he knows better than to look at you like that.

“I brought you these to choose from. I remember you telling me cotton is better for your hair. So, here’s three of my shirts to choose from, and whatever you don’t pick, we get to wear.”

You can’t help but beam at him. You felt absolutely spoiled. You weren’t sure what you did to deserve such royal treatment. Usually, this kind of behaviour was reserved for birthdays and other such occasions. Not a Thursday afternoon.

But you relished in it anyway, telling him which shirt you wanted to wear and which one you wanted to use. He kissed you on the nose as he passed them both to you.

You explain every step you take as you do them, even coaching Pete through some parts as you let him try it. Peter is amazed by all the products and smells. He’s a little embarrassed as he struggles through some steps; you work with such grace and ease. You explain that the steps are a little different because you’re styling your hair today, instead of enhancing your natural curls. Peter tries his best to commit everything to memory.

While you’re blowing out your hair, Peter leaves to make breakfast. You don’t really need his help for it, and honestly, the sound of the fan bouncing around the tiled walls was a bit too grating for him. As he whips up your favourite breakfast meal, he scrolls through google images, trying to get a better idea of what you were wanting to do.

He sees a lot of looks he thinks you would like, but one sticks out the most. He hadn’t really seen it before, but he thinks you would look absolutely stunning. He’s watching a tutorial when you enter the kitchen. He’s so engrossed in the video you startle him as you wrap your arms around him.

His spidey senses work differently around you, and that’s something he’s still figuring out. His best guess is it doesn’t warn him about you because there’s not a single bone in his body that sees you as a threat. You’re the only person since he was fourteen who could sneak up on him. You don’t often do it on purpose, either. And he thinks his body knows that too.

Usually, his “tingle” lays dormant unless there’s a general danger, but now it’s…evolved in a way. If he focuses, he can almost feel you. He can just think of you, and his body will tell him if you’re distressed and where you are. His instincts lead him like a compass- to you, his true north.

There have been more than a few times he rushed home to check on you just to see that you’ve dropped something or were watching a scary movie by yourself...again. He loved it, though. He had never felt so close to anyone before. He loved that there were no defences between you.

“Whatcha watchin'?”

Pete pauses the video before he turns in your arms.

“Have you heard of butterfly locs?” You grin, delightfully surprised.

"Yes, I have,” you say as you peck him on the nose. “Why?”

“Well, it’s your hair, and you can do whatever you want. And I’ll help no matter what you decide. But I think you would look absolutely gorgeous in them. And you can do fun colours or add funky charms. But also, I know you said you were planning on the box braids, and I’m unsure how easy it would be to switch up the plan like that.”

God, could you love this man anymore?

“It’s actually really easy. I still have to make a Sally’s run; I haven’t bought any hair yet. Do you wanna come with?” Peter nods his head fervently, and you can’t help but giggle at his excitement.

Pete is in awe of the selection here. He had no idea there were so many options. He excitedly asks questions, and you’re happy to answer all of them to the best of your understanding. He happily holds everything you pass him and even convince him to get some products for himself, like a hair mask and some mousse.

When you get home, Peter shows you the videos he watched and his strategy. He helps you section your hair and tries not to complain about the sticky gel too much. With his help, it doesn’t take nearly as long. You play around with the length and stylings, and once finished you’re very happy with it.

Peter was right; you look fine as hell. You check yourself out in the mirror and laugh when you catch Peter watching you from his seat on the bed through the reflection. He’s completely in his own world, his eyes ooze raw adulation, and you can’t help but feel a little flustered.

You walk over, slotting yourself between his legs. His hands come to rest on your hips, something he doesn’t even think to do. It’s just so natural. It’s where his hands belong.

“Do you like it?”

His expression never falters, as if he didn’t even hear you.

“Did you know that I am so in love with you? Like do you know? Because I am. So, so, very in love with you.”

You feel your cheeks warm, “Yes, I know.”

His dopey smile stretches, “I don’t think you do. But I’ll be sure to tell you until you’re sick of hearing it.”

Your heart is doing summersaults, “I don’t think that’s possible.”

He places a kiss to your sternum, “Well, I’ll do my very best.”

Suddenly you’re being pulled forward. You land directly on Pete, and if you weren’t aware of all his body was capable of, you might have worried about hurting him. Instead, you giggle at his antics and let him hold you tight.

Your new locs fall around his face, and he doesn’t think he’s ever felt so lucky. Here, hidden behind the curtain of your hair, it’s just you and him. You lay there for a while like that, just drinking the other in. It’s the perfect respite from all the chaos in the world. Your hearts beating together, your love flowing between you.

“I got you something,” Peter whispers.

There’s no need for anything louder in this proximity. “What?”

His hand leaves your waist, and you hear a familiar thwip, then the crinkling of a bag.

Peter opens his palm to you, and a small gasp leaves your lips. There rested a little charm; hung on a small ring. You picked it up and admired how it twinkled in the evening sun. A little spider, from your man. You sat up, looking in the mirror as you strung it through a loc.

“Petey, it’s perfect!”

“Not as perfect as you.”

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Peter Pevensie/ The hidden heart.

The sound of horse hooves echoed through the forest, a familiar rhythm that made your heart leap. You were hidden amongst the trees, your eyes searching for him—the High King of Narnia. Peter Pevensie.

You weren't sure when it started. Perhaps it was that first day when he arrived, looking so out of place yet so regal, wearing that foreign suit and unsure smile. Or maybe it was when he first spoke to you, his voice full of warmth, asking about the creatures of Narnia as though they were old friends he simply hadn't met yet. Regardless, your heart had betrayed you long ago.

He was a king now, but to you, he was simply Peter.

From your perch high in the trees, you watched as Peter dismounted from his horse, a handsome bay that he had named Storm. He was wearing his armor today—gold and silver, shimmering in the sunlight that filtered through the leaves. He looked every inch the king, and it was moments like this that reminded you how far apart your worlds truly were.

Yet, your eyes could never quite look away from him.

"Y/N?" his voice cut through your thoughts, startling you. He was looking right up at you, a hint of a grin playing on his lips. "Are you going to come down or shall I climb up there to fetch you?"

You blushed furiously, hoping he couldn't see it from down below. With a soft sigh, you made your way down from the branch, landing gracefully in front of him. His eyes lit up with that familiar twinkle, the one that made your heart race.

"You're as agile as ever," he said, admiration lacing his tone. "I could use a scout like you in our army."

"I think the trees would miss me too much," you teased, trying to keep your voice steady.

Peter chuckled, that deep, warm sound that always sent a flutter through your chest. "I suppose I can't take you away from them. But I do wish you'd visit Cair Paravel more often."

You hesitated. Cair Paravel—the magnificent castle by the sea, where Peter, his siblings, and the entire royal court lived in opulence. You, on the other hand, were a simple forest dweller. The closest you came to royalty was when you were invited to festivals or ceremonies. Your place was among the woods and the animals, far from the splendor of marble halls.

"I don't belong in a place like that," you said softly, turning your gaze away. "Not like you."

Peter stepped closer, his expression softening. "Y/N, you belong wherever you choose. But I must admit... I'd like it very much if you chose to be near me."

You blinked, taken aback. His words were so unexpected that you could barely comprehend them. Could he mean it? Was it possible that the High King of Narnia—the valiant, noble Peter Pevensie—could harbor any feelings for someone like you?

But as you searched his blue eyes, so earnest and open, you dared to hope.

"I... Peter, I—" you began, but the words got caught in your throat. How could you tell him what you felt? How could you say that his smile brightened your days, that you longed for his voice in the stillness of the night?

Peter reached out, gently brushing a leaf from your hair. His touch was so light, so tender, that you felt your breath hitch. "Y/N," he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper, "there's something I've wanted to say to you for a long time."

Your heart pounded in your chest, louder than a war drum. This was it—the moment you had dreamed of, feared, and cherished all at once.

Peter took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving yours. "I've been trying to find a way to tell you how I feel, but I'm not sure if there's ever a perfect moment. So I'll just say it." He paused, his eyes searching your face for any sign of hesitation.

"I'm in love with you, Y/N."

The world seemed to stop. For a heartbeat, there was only Peter and the words he had just spoken. You could hardly believe it, but the sincerity in his eyes told you that it was real.

Tears pricked at your eyes as you smiled, unable to hold back the joy that flooded through you. "Peter, I... I've loved you for so long," you confessed. "But I never thought—how could you possibly...?"

Peter shook his head, his hands cupping your face. "How could I not?" he whispered. "You're brave, kind, and you've always been there for Narnia. For me. I don't care where you live or where you come from. I care about you."

And before you could respond, he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. It was soft at first, a gentle question, and when you responded, it deepened into something more—a promise, a vow that you were no longer alone in your feelings.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and giddy, he was smiling down at you. "Will you come to Cair Paravel?" he asked again, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "I can promise it's not as lonely when you're there."

You laughed, nodding as you took his hand. "Yes, Peter. I'll come. But only if you promise not to keep me away from my trees for too long."

Peter grinned, pulling you into his embrace. "I promise," he said. "As long as you promise to stay by my side."

And so you did, hand in hand with the High King, your heart finally where it belonged—with him.

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