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Devil's Snare part.2

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Description: Having realised that he's fallen in love with his handmaiden, Aemond tries to sway her heart to him despite her shy and introverted disposition. But he quickly finds that her heart is not easily won. Can the Prince succeed in winning his Lady with an unlikely combination of books, Vhagar, and advice from his sister Helaena.

Part 1 Part 3

Writer's note: thank you to everyone who read and enjoyed part 1. Hoping this doesn't stray too far from the direction you want it to go in. I have another part planned but would also welcome suggestions :)

Warnings: female reader, dual-pov narrative, slow-burn, mention of Granny Vhagar (she deserves her own trigger warning), lots of angst and lots of fluff too, pining, potentially ooc Aemond (although our Lord and saviour Ewan Mitchell agrees he's really just a Teddy Bear). Lengthy as always because if there's one thing I can't do it's get to the point.

Y/N huffed in frustration as she tried to replicate the braided hairstyle Helaena's handmaiden had shown her to little success. She tended to wear her hair in the same practical style each day, not having much skill in this regard. But her newfound intimacy with the Princess had led her to a friendship with her maid, who had a particular skill for elaborate hairstyles. Realising she would be late to her morning duties should she restart, she tied off the braid and set off for Prince Aemond's chambers. In truth, she now preferred to arrive at the Prince's chambers early so she could greet him for the day before he headed off to the training yard and she wouldn't see him again until that evening.

They had come to form what Y/N supposed could be considered a friendship, if any such relationship could exist between a servant and a Prince. Though she could not help her natural timidity, which prevented her from ever feeling truly comfortable in his presence and often prone to stuttering over her words. Prince Aemond seemed more than willing to accommodate this facet of her personality. He always listened to her so attentively, never interrupting her when she stumbled over her words as others often did in frustration.

With the gentle encouragement of Prince Aemond and his sister the Princess Helaena, Y/N had slowly begun to come more and more out of her shell. She recalled only a few nights ago how the Prince had made her laugh so carelessly, completely forgetting her introverted tendencies. He had been kind enough to lend her books from his private collection as she became more comfortable with reading under Helaena's guidance, and he had explicitly told her to select any that should interest her. As she was dusting the upper shelves in his chambers one evening she'd reached for an ornate tome of red leather that she could now tell concerned dragons. Y/N had always been fascinated with the creatures, thinking them godlike and otherworldly and was eager to learn more about them now that this was possible. It took a few attempts of her reaching as far as she could on tiptoe for her fingertips to even graze the spine of the book, it being on the top shelf and Y/N eventually resorted to jumping for it to no avail. Giving up with a huff to blow the hair that had escaped from her braid out of her face, she startled to see a hand reach for the book she'd wanted.

It had amused Aemond no small amount to see his handmaiden's ill fated attempts to reach the book she wanted from his shelves but he'd quickly stepped towards her as she'd made a jump for it, not wishing her to do anything which might cause her injury. He felt a satisfying sense of pride at being able to be of assistance to her, extending his own arm for the red book which he easily reached with his tall stature. It gratified him to feel she might have need of him and that he could be someone she looked to. Handing it out to her, he smiled encouragingly as he saw what volume had taken her interest this time. "So it is dragons you wish to read of? Have they long held your interest Y/N?" Taking the book from him, Y/N's eyes lit with a spark of uncontained excitement Aemond had rarely seen in his handmaiden. "I have since I was a young girl, they are such magnificent creatures. So beautiful and yet so powerful."

Humming in agreement at her assessment, Aemond's smile only grew as he leaned his head closer to her. "Would you like to meet one? I should be glad to introduce you to mine own, Vhagar." Y/N's face paled slightly at his suggestion. "I think I would be terrified if I were to actually meet a dragon in the flesh, My Prince. But I thank you for your most generous offer." Aemond feigned a pensive look for a moment. "I wouldn't be so sure of that, Y/N the fierce dragon rider has a certain ring to it? Does it not?" Aemond's heart swelled at the sweet sound of her laughter, the laughter he had provoked from his shy girl. And yet, he wished her to know that she would never have been in any danger had she taken him up on his offer, Vhagar would heed his commands and surely sense the importance this girl held for her rider. Looking at her earnestly as her laughter quietened, he spoke in a tone he hoped would convey the truth of his words. "You would always be safe with me, Y/N."

Y/N felt her heart flutter at the memory of Prince Aemond's words and as she passed along the halls of the Red Keep she briefly wondered what the Prince might think of her new hairstyle. She almost scoffed at herself for the ridiculousness of the thought, unsure of where it had even come from. As if the Prince should ever think of her hair, or indeed think of her at all when she was gone from his sight. Y/N looked down to ensure she did not trip in her haste as she neared the Prince's chambers. Just as she rounded the corner to his chambers she collided with a hard figure, letting out a yelp and closing her eyes tightly as she braced for a fall. Arms quickly wrapped around her to stop her momentum, one encircling her waist, the other wrapping around her shoulders. Y/N opened her eyes to find it was the Prince Aemond himself holding her and she smiled sheepishly up at him in embarrassment at the situation they found themselves in.

"I apologise My Prince, I was not looking where I was going." Quirking his lip up at her, Aemond pulled Y/N back up but maintained a gentle hold on her elbows to steady her. "I am only glad I was here to catch you little one." Y/N blushed at that and turned away from him slightly to hide it. A second later the Prince had let go of her entirely, taking a step back.

"I will see you later, Y/N."

Y/N tried to look anywhere but at Prince Aemond's eyes as she nodded.

"Yes, My Prince. I wish you a good day."

The Prince wasted no time in turning on his heels to stalk away from her and she could not help but feel that perhaps she had made him angry.

Aemond had waited in his chambers longer than was usual that morning, hoping to catch even a brief glimpse of his pretty handmaiden before he left to spend the day training with Ser Criston. He'd noticed she had begun to arrive earlier at his chambers and he felt hope surge in him that perhaps she sought him out, that she might enjoy their conversations as he did. When she did not show and he could tarry no longer he let out a growl of frustration and practically stormed from his room. Coming round a corner at such a great speed Aemond's eyes widened in alarm as he smacked straight into the very girl who consumed his thoughts. Quickly wrapping his arms around her so she would not fall, he frantically ran his eyes down her form to reassure himself he had not hurt her.

Aemond was momentarily stunned as Y/N opened her eyes and graced him with a sweet smile that had him tightening his hold on her, relishing the feeling of holding her in his arms. He scoffed inwardly at her apology, he had been only too happy to catch her, and had hoped to amuse her with his playful response. But as her cheeks reddened to a deep scarlet and she turned her face away from him, he relented. He pulled her to stand upright, though he could not help maintaining a light hold on her elbows in case she should stumble. Aemond did so love to see her blush, having convinced himself it must mean he had some power to affect her as she did him. But he did not wish to embarass her and cause her to put any more distance between them. He felt keenly that there was a wide enough chasm already.

The Prince tried to keep his tone even and remove any hint of the frustration he felt. He had begun to fear the worst, that Y/N would never feel truly comfortable with him, and if that were the case how could she ever learn to love him? Was he truly so displeasing to her, so terrifying? Anger coursed through his veins at the blow he had been dealt by the Seven in losing his eye, a disfigurement which he feared would also cost him the love of the woman before him, which he had come to covet above all else. Not wishing to show his already timid handmaiden his anger, he took his leave quickly.

Y/N gnawed on her bottom lip in her anxiety. She'd been stewing the entire day over her brief meeting with Prince Aemond that morning and inwardly cursing herself for her reaction to his simply helping her. It had clearly angered him, though she knew not why. She found herself wishing she were not so timid, that she could meet his gaze more easily, not stutter so much when she spoke to him. But the Seven had made her so and she could not see her natural disposition disappearing anytime soon. Nevertheless, she endeavoured to present a more welcoming figure when he returned to his chambers that evening and mend any infraction she had inadvertently caused.

As Prince Aemond reentered his chambers for the evening, Y/N turned to greet him with a warm smile lighting her face. "Good evening, My Prince. I trust you had a pleasant day." Y/N often greeted him as such, and the Prince would always readily respond with details of his training with the knight Ser Criston. She had hoped that falling into their normal routine would smooth over any irritation he might still feel towards her, but the smile fell from her face as he only continued to stand in the doorway staring at her. They passed a few moments in silence before Aemond spoke, so softly she had to strain to hear him. "You've changed your hair." That had been the last thing she'd expected him to say to her and she felt her heartbeat increase at the fact that he had noticed.

"The Princess Helaena had her maid show me some braiding techniques when I expressed an interest. She is kind to me."

"It is lovely." At Prince Aemond's words Y/N felt her cheeks burn and butterflies erupt in her stomach. But she forced herself not to shy away from his complement, lest she offend him as she had that morning.

"Thank you, My Prince. I am glad you should think so." Aemond's already handsome features lit up in a genuine smile, seemingly content at her accepting his compliment.

"You are always lovely."

Y/N's mouth parted slightly in surprise. Complimenting a change in hairstyle was one thing, calling her lovely another entirely. She could not understand his motivation for such a compliment, and felt immediately suspicious of it, despite the wild beating of her treacherous heart. She was just a servant girl, and could not possibly hope to have any claim to the heart of a Prince, so what did he mean by calling her lovely? Not knowing how to respond for the best, Y/N bystepped his words altogether and cleared her throat awkwardly. "I had the wine you requested brought up, it is on the console, and the books you requested brought from the library are on your desk. Will there be anything else this evening, My Prince?"

Y/N watched with regret as the Prince visibly stiffened at her cold tone, his eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion. "That will be all, Y/N."

"My Prince", with a deferential curtsy she strode past Prince Aemond. Y/N quickly grew ashamed of her suspicion in him and her subsequent rudeness as she saw him cast his head down and shift to let her pass.

"I cannot sway her heart to me, Sister. Everytime I believe I have made progress, it is quickly followed by another mistake on my part which only seems to push her farther away from me." Aemond had sought his sister's advice, following his disastrous attempt at complimenting Y/N. He feared he had only made her uncomfortable given her cold reaction. He felt pained at the possibility it was him she found so objectionable, as opposed to an ill advised compliment.

Helaena looked thoughtful as she considered her brother's words. "What have you attempted so far to win her affections, brother?"

Aemond reccounted everything he had tried to do to make Y/N more comfortable around him. He'd hoped to build a friendship with her at first as a conduit for expressing his true romantic affections for her at a time when she would be more amenable to this.

He watched as Helaena pondered for an agonisingly long time on the correct response. But as a woman he expected she would be able to find a solution more ably than he could. "I think you should find a way to spend more time with her. You say it is normally only in the mornings and the evenings that you are together for a very brief time. Perhaps with more time spent in your company she will grow accustomed to your attentions and develop her own affections for you in turn." Aemond thought Helaena's suggestion wise and one he should have considered earlier. All this time he had been so concerned with ensuring he did not overstep any lines with Y/N, so very aware of her shy disposition, that he had not tried to orchestrate any more interactions than those she was already used to. But perhaps he needed to try a more direct approach to win his handmaiden over to him. He quickly developed a plan Helaena would have rejected out of hand had he voiced it.

For the second time that day, Y/N was frantically preparing tea in the kitchens, nestled in the lower levels of the Red Keep. Careless in her haste, she accidentally tipped some of the hot water she'd been pouring onto her hand. Letting out a string of curses, she quickly applied some cold water until she could no longer feel the sting so keenly, then hurried to set the already cooling tea on a tray, aware of the distance between the kitchens and the royal chambers where she needed to be. Prince Aemond had started to ask for tea to be brought to him twice a day about a week ago, having never expressed any inclination for it before. It did create some challenges for Y/N in trying to ensure the Prince's tea was delivered to him hot, all the while having to cross such a great distance in the Keep to do so.

And yet he always asked her to sit with him as he drank his tea, asking her various questions about herself, her childhood, her likes and dislikes. His line of questioning was often quite strange to Y/N, asking her what colours she liked best, whether she preferred the colder or warmer months, what flowers were her favourite. She had not thought any of these things about her should interest a Targaryen Prince. But she could not find it in herself to be irritated with his regular requests for tea, as she had come to look forward to these moments with Aemond. She did not know when she'd begun to think of him so informally, as Aemond rather than the Prince. It seemed to occur naturally over time as their tentative friendship grew and she spent more time in his presence. If Y/N was being completely honest with herself she'd even begun to harbour somewhat romantic feelings for the Prince. Blushing every time he met her gaze or their fingers grazed as she handed him his tea, she was sure he'd find her ridiculous if he should ever find out.

Rushing into his chambers, aware she'd taken much longer to deal with her burn, she began setting the tea before Aemond, stiffening as she heard him speak behind her.

"What is this?" His eyes had fallen on her injured hand and he spoke tensly...dangerously. "Did someone hurt you?"

Y/N quickly moved to dispell this theory as she noted how his hand clenched and jaw tightened. "No, My Prince. It is only a small burn. I was not careful enough when handling the tea this afternoon in my haste to make sure it arrived still warm." At her answer a look of pain seemed to cross the Prince's face as he stood, gently taking her hand in his to assess her injury. She realised she did not like to see him so distressed over her. "It is only a little thing. It will heal."

Gazing down at her, his own good eye boring into her own, a penitent look fell over his features. "I do not much like tea. You do not need to bring it to me any longer. I would not have you hurt yourself again on my account."

Y/N was confused for a mere moment before anger took its place. She had thought it strange when he'd begun to ask for tea so regularly, having never expressed an inclination for it before. And here she'd been running about the Keep several times a day, trying and even burning herself in the attempt to fulfill his request when the kitchens were so far from his chambers on the upper levels of the Keep. Only to find he did not even enjoy the tea. Why would he do such a thing? She roughly ripped her hand from his hold, stepping back from him even as he began to follow her. "Were you laughing at me? Was it a mere jest to watch me run about the Keep all day for no reason?" She did not know where she'd found her courage, or perhaps the audacity to address the Prince in such a manner.

He looked positively alarmed now at the fierceness of her glare, having never inspired it before.

"No, of course not."

"Then why?"

"I only wished to spend more time with you"

The unexpectedness of his answer halted Y/N where she stood, allowing Aemond to close the distance between them until they stood nearly chest to chest.

"With me. But why?"

Aemond moved slowly as if she could bolt at any second, perhaps giving her the chance to pull away from him again if she wished. Recapturing her hand in his, he raised it to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss on the palm of her hand where the burn was. Pulling away, he held her hand against his heart and Y/N couldn't fail to take his meaning even though he didn't say the words directly. He must have an affection for her, perhaps not so strong as that which she held for him, but still there. In this knowledge, she supposed his actions though misguided could be considered sweet. She found herself at a loss for words, her mind swimming with the possibilities of what this could mean, and the inherent dangers of having feelings for a Prince of the Seven Kingdoms as a lowly servant girl.

In the moment she felt unable to decide whether she wanted Aemond to reciprocate her feelings or not, and whether she was comfortable with his advances. He'd seemed to sense her indecision as he gazed down at her face. Releasing her hand and lowering it back to her side, he stepped back from her until he was leaning against a side table. He was always so respectful of her, attentively watching for any signs of her discomfort and responding in kind. She was torn, wanting to reach for him again but knowing within her heart that nothing good could come of their feelings for one another. Better to repress them now rather than let them continue to grow and inevitably lead to dissapointment when he married a courtly Lady or Dornish Princess.

"Good night Y/N."

Y/N's eyes snapped up to meet Aemond's, expecting to find irritation or perhaps disspointment with her confused state. She was startled to find only steely determination in his eyes. "Good Night, My Prince." Willing herself not to turn around and look at him, in case she did something truly reckless, she headed straight for the servant's quarters.

Aemond felt more sure of himself than he ever had that he could win Y/N's love. He felt certain she already harboured an affection for him, she was only indecisive on whether to act on it, perhaps unsure of his intentions. This was understandable and he would seek to remedy it, for he had seen how her eyes had softened as he'd kissed her hand, how she had subconsciously curled her hand around his tunic once he'd placed it against his heart, as if to pull him closer to her. But watching her inner turmoil play out in her expressions and in her silence, he resolved to be patient, stepping back from her to allow her space to think. He loved her and was now convinced she at least held some feelings for him, in the end it did not matter how long it took to convince her of the fact.

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gmwpluvr · 6 months ago

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i am such a mess for post-war, domestic hinny

harry who would come home after nearly dying in a mission to ginny and the kids and they all cuddle together in front of the fire

ginny running to catch her kids and harry in a hug after winning a quidditch match

harry making sure to be there at all of her games, events, and later press conferences (no.1 ginny weasley fan)

ginny making harry's birthdays a big deal because she knows that he grew up barely celebrating, and because it was no less than what he deserved

harry helping their kids make cards and presents and banners for their mummy for her birthday, mother's day, and games

ginny teaching their toddlers to say 'dada' because she knows how much it would mean to harry

harry getting her bouquets made of chocolate or food in general because he knows she adores it so much more (but doesn't forget to still get her the occasional roses and lilies)

ginny gifting him random, silly t-shirts that say 'desirable no.1' or 'ginny's chosen one' or 'my wife's always right' but he'd wear them proudly anyway, anywhere

harry skiving off of work because he literally killed voldemort cut him some slack to surprise ginny when her work needs her to go to international countries

ginny who would nearly burn down their kitchen trying to cook for harry when he comes home even though he's the chef in the family

hinny snickering over their affair allegations in the tabloids

hinny talking to teddy and telling him that he'll always be their first baby when ginny gets pregnant with james

hinny and the kids (which obviously includes teddy) having matching outfits for christmas

hinny who everyone (by everyone i mean people who don't know them) thought wasn't going to last because it's the chosen one and a quidditch superstar but they're in the newspaper every few days for pda

hinny whos barely seen publicly without the other

hinny who lives in the country side by the beach and grows old together until they're crusty and wrinkly and have many great great grandchildren

just...fuck...married hinny

#hinny #harry x ginny #ginny weasley #harry potter #hinny fluff #pro hinny #domestic hinny #i miss them real bad #literally parents

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m00neroni · 8 months ago

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in response to your latest reblog re: popular fics, are there any lesser known fics you'd recommend? I feel like every tiktok or tumblr rec list is full of the same stuff now... preferably on the medium to long side (90k+)

oh, hi, nonnie! love this ask because I love yapping about fics! it feels like my moment! let's see, 90k+ directly from my very messy bookmarks that are, in my opinion, highly underrated:

(The yapping got too long, sorry)

Precious Love by AdrianManwaring: Remus and Sirius, upon moving to a new city, are called to become foster parents. Really lovely story about family and finding a place in the world. (kid fic-adoption. established wolfstar. 188k.)

call it fate, call it karma by veridity: Sirius wants to make an entire corrupt empire fall down and recruits Remus, a journalism student with a big sense for justice and his sworn enemy since, probably, day 1. A personal favourite, highly highly recommended. (university au. journalism. 103k)

Harry Potter and the Dog and The Wolf Series by thewholeofthemoon (on-going, main story finished): The Full Moon doesn't fall during the Shack reunion, so Peter never escapes and things adjust according to it. I always recommend this series for a reason. One of my favourite wolfstar. I've reread it several times. (fix-it/canon rewrite. 605k)

Second Generation Series by @languagelessonswolfstar: Teddy is found in a broom closet with his boyfriend, Leo, who happens to be Sirius' kid. When their parents are called into school, things get a bit awkward, considering they are exes. Completely obsessed with this fic and this dynamic and the pain.

Glorified Foresight by irrelevanttous: Remus comes back to England with the promise of Wolfsbane and has to face his previous life, very pissed off with him ex lover included. This fic is such a fucking rollercoaster. It also has one of my favourite magical battle scenes so !! (kinda enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers again! and a mystery! canon divergence. 157k)

How Long 'Til My Sould Gets It Right by @severedreamerfox: Remus and Sirius try to build a life together while they stay at Grimmauld Place. But destiny has its surprises, ones better than others. If you know me, you know how much I love krabapple's fics, but this will probably always be my favourite, not only of hers but of any fic ever. Highly recommended. (bring back black. mpreg. 88k)

The World Is Waiting For You by thechanchanman: Lily and Remus participate in a reality show around the world. Their main rivals happen to become more than that at quick speed, but first, they need to win the race. Very light funny and lovely story if you need fluff in your life. (amazing race au. 92k)

couple more, this time shorter:

Ullswater by @eyra: Winter term at the Ullswater Institute. Lots of classical music, pining and just, so lovely. (university au. 30k)

Let Me Get What I Want (This Time) by Sierra_Sitruc: Teen Sirius starts having visions that seem from a different life. Personal favourite, right at the top and brilliant concept. (canon divergence/fix-it. 69k)

The Adventures of Captain Sirius Black and His Most Excellent Dragon Padfoot by OptimisticDinosaur: Sirius is a pirate who, somehow, gets adopted by a lovely dragon and fights a war alongside a very grumpy Remus. They fall in love while on it. THE DRAGONS !!!! THE ACTION !!! just so good (historical fantasy. 37k)

The Killing Time (unwillingly mine) by @kaaaaaaarf: Sirius loves getting engaged to lame and insufficient men, so Remus takes matters into his own hands. I love this fic so much I went down a rabbit hole of making all my friends read it, so trust my delirium. (murder husbands. 17k)

9 Months by @billspaid: Lily is expecting, and these are the nine months of her journey. Such an amazing and heartwarming fic from such an amazing and talented friend. Any of her works is brilliant, but this one will always be my favourite. (pregnancy fic. 32k.)

Blood Sugar Sex Moony by @emeryhall: Sirius and Remus from 1981 London are magically deposited in 1995 Sunnydale High, with its cliques and a bit of murder. The concept of this fic is the coolest thing ever I devoured it in a day !! (canon divergence. 63k)

Step & Repeat by @theresthesnitch: In which Remus accepts to be famous actor Sirius' fake boyfriend, they platonically share bed and live in a lovely denial. I want to remark not only the amazing writing and story but also the media content used in the fic, because it is such a brilliant work it needs to be addressed. (fake dating au. 62k)

Best Friend's Wedding by amberlink: Sirius is in love with James. But James is marrying Lily. So Sirius has a plan to get James back, and it involves Remus. What can go wrong? An absolute masterpiece of pining and bad decisions. (fake dating au. 61k)

drop your recs too if you want!!

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cheol-e-kat · 4 months ago

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𝜗𝜚 no strings, pt. 1 (k.mg) 𝜗𝜚

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ .𖥔 ݁ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ .𖥔 ݁ ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ .𖥔 ݁

pairing: mingyu x f!reader

word count: 5.7K

genre: MAGIC, FLUFFIEST FLUFFY FLUFF, fluff, slightly crack (i mean teddy bear to man...come on), f2l, friendship, magical realism au, teddy bear! mingyu, confessions, magical au, clumsy!mingyu, cute!mingyu, stressed by life!reader, wish au, reader is in disbelief but also slightly dumb, mingyu is clearly in love

summary: mingyu was a teddy bear - literally, he was y/n’s teddy bear up until a few days ago - and maybe she wished for true love and maybe he, simultaneously, wished to be real for her, and maybe those two things came together into one big wish, and now he’s human, but to avoid turing back into a bear, he has to win y/n's love - naturally, mingyu sets out to prove to y/n why he's the perfect man bear for her

warnings: there's magic, and like fae people, mentions of spirits and reincarnation - if that's offensive? idk but yea - there's my warning

a/n: the is fluffy fluff - it's toothrotting sweetness and maybe a little danger

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ .𖥔 ݁ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ .𖥔 ݁ ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ .𖥔 ݁

y/n had walked by the old wish machine hundreds of times as a kid - it was a staple of the boardwalk, after all. she had used it many times over the years, always loving the fun of inserting a token, holding her breath, focusing on the impossible or unlikely, and wishing into the ether, even when she knew it was unlikely to come true. there was something about the whimsy of it that she couldn’t resist.

this night was no different - well, maybe a bit different. the boardwalk was due to be shut down, for one. she walked around, enjoying the salty breeze blowing in off the sea while she unwrapped taffy and delighted in its chewy sweetness - there was something about the way the wind whipped that made the night feel special. that and all of her childhood memories rushing back in full force, sweeping her back in time. but there was something profound about seeing the telephone booth-shaped box, glass on all sides, with gilded magical symbols dancing across the glass to an unheard tune, and the vague promises of all wishes being granted so long as the wisher was pure of heart.

in all truth, she knew the machine was old, and any wishes it might have granted were likely in the past, but when she touched the button at the center and the old whiney recorded voice started, “come one, come all…” - she swore she felt a slight electricity in the air. she hugged her jacket a bit tighter against the wind and glanced around with a slight smile, as though someone might be watching her partake in this silly ritual for one last time.

she turned back to the machine and thumbed her last token while she read the words - ‘pure of heart’. she sucked her lower lip gently, trying to think of a wish. a real wish - something that rang true to her. she wondered what the machine’s maker had considered ‘pure’ - pure intentions, pure hopes, she wondered. probably not infinite wishes or endless money then, she struck those from her mind. after another moment, she sighed and dropped the token in, hearing the satisfying plunk of metal hitting metal inside the machine, her token joining all the others.

the orb inside, a kind of crystal ball, began to glow gently. she smiled, still finding it impressive all these years later, as she traced her fingers over the glass, hoping to always remember the gold leaf and the other-worldliness of the thing and the place. she smiled softly and closed her eyes and quietly made her wish - something she considered pure - a wish for love - no specifications, no qualifiers, no strings, just enduring love.

she didn’t really know what this love looked like, but for some reason her memories of the way she felt as a kid when she ran around her backyard with her trusted teddy bear - the warm sun on her skin, her bear at her side as she plopped down to have pretend discussions at her tea parties with all the faeries she invited and sometimes spiderman - she smiled and opened her eyes as she heard the tinny voice of the machine declare, “your wish is most true, and shall be granted!”

her brow knitted slightly at the proclamation, she didn’t remember the machine ever providing commentary on wishes - it had always been vague - something like ‘your wish is our command’. she nodded though and gave the machine a gentle pat, hoping it would end up somewhere good, maybe a museum of novelties. she smiled gently at the machine, feeling a bit sad that an old friend was being removed for the sake of condos or some fast casual dining.

she started to feel a few raindrops though, and she knew to head home - her evening of reminiscing had been successful, she had even made a wish.

ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ .𖥔

she managed to make it home that night without getting completely soaked. she still washed up before having a snack and heading to bed. the funny thing was, lying there, staring into the dark, she went through her thoughts of the day, but somehow when she came to her wish, she couldn’t quite put her finger on what she had wished for. she knew she made one, but what had it been exactly, she asked herself in frustration. she groaned and hugged her bear close.

she had been gifted the bear when she was young - from her grandmother, who had also taught her how to properly mend the bear too. there had been several accidents, but luckily, with the help of her grandmother, mr. bear had always pulled through successfully and was in very good condition.

even as she had grown, she had never really parted with mr. bear - y/n had taken him along during her time at college, and even now that she had a real job and her first apartment, she couldn’t let mr. bear go. there was something about him that made y/n happy - like there was always someone in the room to talk to, to hear her complaints and triumphs, and never judge her. y/n snuggled closer to mr. bear and wondered what her wish had been. she drifted off to sleep easily.

ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ .𖥔

she generally woke up before her alarm, usually, it was when her room got a bit too warm. she tried to shift her covers around, looking for that cool spot towards the bottom of the bed, but that morning, she couldn’t seem to find the cool spot, and it was maddening. becuase it was warm around her, and she could feel something heavy across her legs. she woke suddenly, and leaned her head up slightly - she realized someone was lying next to her - like very close to her with a leg thrown over her own.

she stared with wide eyes - the realization fully hitting her in the face - there was someone next to her in bed. she knew she had not had anyone next to her the night before when she went to bed, though. so how on earth was there now someone there, she wondered.

she swallowed slowly and tried to figure out what to do. she could scream, naturally.

instead, her mind raced, trying to understand how she hadn’t woken up when a stranger had sneaked into her room, much less that she had just slept happily when this stranger slid under the covers with her. she tried to think if she had left her door unlocked - or maybe it was all just a mistake, she tried to reassure herself that this was not really happening.

what was even more odd though, was how in the low light of her room, she noticed something about the person next to her - they seemed to have little ears sprouting from the top of their head.

her eyes widened more because really and truly what the actual fuck was happening - she mentally screamed even as she began to feel sweaty and nervous. it was like something from a science fiction story. she went to bed normally and woke up to a bear-eared stranger wrapped lovingly around her - she cringed, wishing this was all a dream.

without really thinking, she gave a light poke to the other person and heard a quiet hum in response. she watched as he slowly shifted and stretched and leaned up, making eye contact with her for the first time. y/n was met with such a genuinely cute smile that she almost excused everything else about the situation. the guy looked so happy to see her, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

y/n could only stare in shock, which the guy seemed to notice rather quickly. she watched the way his face changed from happiness to confusion - his hand flew to his own face, and then he seemed to realize he had hands. he stared at them and then back at y/n, looking completely bewildered and a bit pale. she thought it would be unkind to laugh at the idea that she had any answers - he did look completely astonished, though.

he sat up slowly, which only confirmed the fact that he was definitely not dressed. y/n was screaming inside - she had been sleeping next to a naked man! she wondered for the hundredth time how she hadn’t woken up, even as she just stayed there, stiff as a board, watching him seemingly realize that he had an entire body all to himself.

she saw his hand go to his head and touch the small ears, feeling them experimentally at first. he glanced back at her, looking even more concerned than he had originally.

when he touched her arm gently, y/n squeaked, but she didn’t pull away from the touch. her brow furrowed, and she wondered why the touch almost felt familiar to her - why wasn’t she ripping her arm away from this intruder and screaming bloody murder already?

and then he spoke, his voice was a bit shaky and raspy, “y/n, it’s me,” he paused, seeming to struggle over what to say, “i was, or i still am, mr. bear - just human somehow,” he sounded as confused as y/n was but to claim he had been y/n’s bear was - that was another level, she decided.

y/n shook her head, rejecting the idea outright, regardless of the little ears - it was all she could do in the moment. this was all wrong, she wanted to disappear from her room or wake up from this weird dream.

instead, she felt herself being pulled into a hug, strong arms wrapping around her, while a familiar scent surrounded her. y/n quickly pushed back from the so-called mr. bear, staring up into the man’s face,“i don’t know you,” she tried to sound firm and threatening - but it probably came off as whiny.

not-mr. bear pouted slightly, his face dropping - instead, he leaned away from her, looking nervous and afraid, confusion still writ large on his handsome face.

but he suddenly seemed to perk up, “wait, what if i can prove it?” he asked quickly - he leaned over and switched y/n’s bedside lamp on, bathing the room in a gentle glow, he turned and pointed to his side, “see?” he asked, pointing to a line along his side.

against her better judgement, y/n leaned close, there was a scar-like line - it was blue and made in a very careful, delicate zig-zag pattern.

“remember when you only had blue thread from that sewing kit your mom packed in your things when you first left for college?” he asked y/n, sounding a bit more sure of himself.

y/n couldn’t help but touch the spot and realized the little zig-zag mark was part of him, like a scar that had healed over - she traced her fingers lightly over soft, warm skin but pulled her hand back quickly, still hoping this was all a dream. but her traitorous brain was no help - since she remembered another time she had had to mend mr. bear.

“show me your shoulder then, your right one,” she was specific, and her tone was a bit harsher than it probably needed to be - but this was still too much for her mind to grasp. she still imagined she should be screaming, but instead, she was now trying to prove the point that somehow he was who (what?) he said he was or had been only seven or so hours before.

she watched him quickly check his hands for left and right, making little ‘l’ shapes with his thumb and forefinger. he offered y/n the correct arm, and she checked his shoulder.

she rememered it easily - being in a rush as a kid and mr. bear’s arm getting caught in her mom’s car door, the tiniest ripping sound - she had lost her little mind at the idea of mr. bear losing stuffing and maybe an arm, but her grandmother had fixed everything.

and now y/n was looking at the much neater pattern of sewing on this guy’s shoulder. it wasn’t a zig-zag, and it wasn’t rushed - it was much smoother and blended better with his skin tone - no hints of blue. still though, this was insanity - it couldn’t be real.

y/n had a sudden realization - maybe the most obvious thing that would help prove or disprove this as the hoax it had to be - the little monogram on mr. bear’s butt - if that was there, then she had to accept that this was real. and if it wasn’t, there was just a very strange man in her bed. pretty but strange and concerning - she would scream then right? she wondered.

she bit her lip feeling embarrassed at what she was preparing to ask - she cringed.

“let me see your butt,” she demanded quickly, cheeks flushing a bright red - she couldn’t believe she had asked that.

his eyes widened for a moment at the question, but he seemed to realize what y/n was talking about, “oh,” he said simply. he shifted around, checking his backside to figure out which side the monogram was on before finally turning in the most chaste way that he could to show y/n his right butt cheek - really it was closer to the small of his back - kind of just above his actual butt cheek.

y/n let out a small puff of air in shock, because there it was - her grandmother’s very neat stitching and her initials, and maybe she saw a tiny, cute brown bear tail too, but that didn’t really register in her brain. she immediately flopped back onto the bed in disbelief and pulled the duvet over her head in defeat.

it was too late to go back to anythig normal, she had seen the monogram. it was real - he was real.

he was mr. bear apparently - y/n’s mr. bear was a boy! of course he was. she buried her face in her pillow, trying to make her brain shut up.

her head was spinning because maybe she had died and entered a weird circle of hell because how on earth had her teddy bear, literally overnight, turned into a man? she considered crying, but she wasn’t sure what she would be crying about, and besides, no tears seemed willing to appear.

she heard him rustle around a bit as she went through her existential crisis. y/n had questions, about a million of them, but she was beyond overwhelmed and had no clue where to start, especially since he seemed as surprised as she was.

normally, in an overwhelming situation, she would have found her bear and hugged him for comfort and security. now, she just had her covers to hide under and her ability to pretend this wasn’t happening. she pouted, feeling distinctly lonely in the moment. she genuinely had to be the only person on earth who this had ever happened to.

she heard more rustling, “y/n?” the guy asked in a voice that was entirely too small for him and still somehow raspy and deep. y/n decided it was annoying. who was this random bear boy to be pretty and have an attractive voice, y/n wondered.

y/n closed her eyes tightly, “yes?” she responded belatedly, her voice cracking just a bit.

the bear-boy was quiet for a moment, “can we,” he paused, “can we still snuggle?” he whispered.

y/n knew she must be dead - he was asking to snuggle - she was incredulous. she pulled the covers closer, attempting to hide - she knew it was a ridiculous reaction and didn’t care an ounce.

but then she heard his small whine, “i know it’s maybe odd - really odd,” he rushed, “but it’s what normally happens when you’re feeling bad or weird or sad - and it’s weird for me too, even if it doesn��t seem that way - i haven’t had a human form in a very long time, i forgot how scary it feels,” his voice trailed off softly.

y/n sighed - she was starting to feel the smallest bit of pity for him (maybe a lot actually) - he did sound sad and a bit afraid, though. she leaned up, finally peeking over the edge of the cover. she was surprised to see how supremely lonely the bear-boy looked - lonely and bewildered, with little bear ears poking out of his black hair - they seemed to emphasize his mood somehow by drooping just a bit.

before she could think better of it, she reached for his hand and pulled him gently, “come here,” she sighed.

all logic was out the window anyway, why should she let him feel terrible too, she wondered.

“we can stay here, and you can explain what you mean about not being human in a long time,” she offered.

he shrugged, his lips still a pout, “but that’s simple - i just haven’t been a human in a long time - it’s reincarnation, i guess - and maybe that i didn’t want to be human anymore,” he sounded uncertain, again, like he expected that she had some answer about this or that this was information that everyone understood.

she stared for a moment, watching him only grow more uncertain as he sat. she felt bad for him.

“i don’t know, just come here,” she pulled his hand lightly again, hoping he would lie down and let her think for a bit. but he still looked pouty, like she had hurt his feelings.

but she noticed that he was glancing around the room as he sat - it struck her that she didn’t always leave him in a great place on her bed. she winced thinking of times when he had been left facing the wall or trapped in her covers for a day. she definitely felt guilty that she generally left him in the same place, to look at the same things virtually every day.

she couldn’t bring herself to scold him, especially when he started to look a bit excited at the things around him. if she accepted that he was her bear, and that her bear was now human, then she, of course, started to consider all the ways she hadn’t always been the best teddy bear owner. every time that she had dropped him seemed to flash through her mind while he sat looking around anywhere he wanted instead of staring at a fixed point.

she squeezed his hand gently, “so do you have a name? besides mr. bear, obviously,” she asked quietly, not wanting to distract him from looking around freely.

he nodded, staring at the windows, “i did - it’s been a long time, though, i don’t know if it’s common or not,” he glanced back at her for a moment, his dark eyes sparkling, “but it was mingyu last time,” he sounded almost certain as he said it, “my memories are still jumbled, though, maybe that was another time - i guess it’s the one i remember” he added, all certainty gone.

she could only look on as he began to look frustrated with himself. he sighed and finally dropped back onto the bed. he was quick to snuggle close to her and loop his arm around her waist - his head under her chin - his familiar scent surrounding her. she was relieved that he seemed to be wrapped in her sheets, at least, as he pressed close - she wondered what she had that he could wear until she could get clothes for him. lost in thought, she didn’t notice when she started playing with his hair, but she realized that despite his form, she was very used to him - or maybe the feeling of him - she wasn’t sure.

she wanted to be unsettled by him, but she wasn’t. she had all the same feelings of safety she always had when she went to hug her teddy bear.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ .𖥔 ݁ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ .𖥔 ݁ ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ .𖥔 ݁

he was shocked when he woke up next to her, not as her teddy bear but as a human. she looked frightened, and he was too, still he couldn’t help but to smile at her. he had wished for a thing and it had happened, but her being scared wasn’t something he had contemplated.

he was quick to try to prove to her that he was what he said he was. he was embarrassed but relieved when she asked to see his butt, the place with her initials - he hoped it would settle everything if she saw the stitching there. it did, he thought, but she almost seemed dejected somehow. he was glad that he could at least still be close to her.

ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ .𖥔

he had been a teddy bear before he knew her, and even after he became her bear, he spent most of his time asleep. it was the joy of being inanimate - he didn’t need to interact with the world. he had been a human before, and he mostly just remembered how tired he always felt, which was probably why he slept for such long periods.

there were certain times when he woke up, times when he thought he might need to change objects. like whenever his bear form was injured. but it always seemed to be fixed - he found it touching that there was someone who cared about him, even if he were just a teddy bear.

he slept less often when she first left home for school, mostly because she didn’t always come home, and he worried. or when she did, it was very late and sometimes she wasn’t alone. he waited for her to decide she didn’t need him anymore, but it didn’t seem to happen. there were times when other people had picked him up, and given him a toss, and he was always amazed at the way she quickly recovered him and scolded anyone who touched him or said anything about him. she very firm that having him was ‘not childish.’

he found it entertaining that of all the people who visited her rooms and seemed to have any hopes of winning her attention, he was the only being that was ever allowed to stay.

but more recently, he found himself wishing he could be more to her. it was obvious to him that she spent too much time studying, and then working, once she seemed to have left school behind and they moved again.

he knew fully how often she spent entire days in bed watching shows on her laptop because she was stressed and trying to recover. sometimes sleeping through half of what she was supposed to be watching. and he had the sense that they were far away from home, her childhood home anyway.

he tried to remember his human form and wondered if she would even like him. he decided that even if he were a pet at least, he could do more for her.

he thought about it even more as he started to travel with her for her job. she always apologized when she had to squish him down inside her bag, but he was glad he could go with her since she seemed distraught whenever she left home - even if it meant being squished and kept in rooms he didn’t know. at least he could be there when she was able to finally come home, sometimes when it was very dark.

even that night, he had been occupied with the idea of being human again. and when it felt like there was someone else in the room, he had been afraid because he knew it wasn’t her.

a strange face had leaned over him - they were lovely with doe eyes and a seemingly endless smile.

they had greeted him and asked if he really wanted to be human again - he had answered that he did.

they had smiled, “oh good because we think we should grant her wish as well and you do seem like the most obvious choice,” the voice almost seemed to sing every word.

mingyu didn’t understand who or what exactly was talking to him, but it reminded him of a memory from before, something elusive that he couldn’t quite grasp. his memories were often like that, slipping away like mist that he was never quick enough to grab.

the pretty being petted mingyu’s fur, “yes, we think you’re perfect, but there is a caveat, if she doesn’t see you in a certain way, then we’ll have to return you to this form,” its voice was softer.

mingyu didn’t know what to say or how to even respond, but he didn’t understand what he needed to do, either.

it sighed, seeming to know exactly what he was thinking, “mingyu, for our magic to work, she needs to be in love with you so that you can keep your human form - she has to pick you - is that more understandable, dear one?” the voice asked gently and flicked one of his ears playfully.

of course, it made more sense when it was explained so bluntly, but he didn’t know when or how this would happen since it certainly wasn’t immediate. in fact they had giggled softly that he had even contemplated that it would happen just at that moment. and they were gone as quickly as they came - back into some ether that mingyu couldn’t see.

and when some time passed and nothing changed, he decided it was maybe something from his imagination. instead, he waited for her to come back home like always.

he was happy when she was back at home, ready for bed, and he was even happier when she climbed under the covers and hugged him close. he knew she had been out in the rain and near the ocean all evening - he was glad she was home and warm, curled around him like always.

ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ .𖥔

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Project Moon 8'th anniversary stream overview:

Cut for spoilers

God fucking bless this company, "nervous, one minute *clears throat*"

//as per last time, i will have some thoughts on each section which will be elaborated on in a marked subsection of each area, primarily it will be an overview and analysis of the content shown

Note at the start "This may be a long stream".

Revealed timeline.

Year in Review:

(Graph 1, Pictured, Monthly average players this year)

(Graph 2, Pictured: Daily Active Users)

New ID and EGO extraction:

Devyat association Sinclair (seen in a prior teaser) and Asymmetrical Inertia He EGO Heathcliff.

Sinclair 000 ID:

Likely a rupture ID similar to Rodion's Devyat.

This ID appears to use the same Courier system that Rodion used as well, being able to retreat from battle.

Skill 1 appears to be 2 Blunt coins. Skill(s) 2,3, and 4 seem to each be 3 Blunt coins.

Rather than a skill 4 it seems to be just an empowered skill 3 however, without the coin reuse at all.

It will be interesting to see if this ID can stand to beat Talisman Sinclair's bench passive slot.

Heathcliff He EGO:

Likely a tremor EGO due to its seeming relation to the "bell of truth" abnormality named Clockwork-Time Roly Poly in Mirror Dungeon.

Both the corrosion and awakening appear to be blunt damage EGO with either 1 or 2 coins, however there is a chance for a coin reuse system on the awakening due to the repeated animation before the final strike.

If this EGO is in line with the Roly-Poly, it will likely relate to fragile somehow, and may introduce a new tremor type, or reintroduce Tremor-Fracture to relate its Fragility concept.

Mirror Dungeon 5: Mirror of the Dreaming:

It is noted that this Mirror Dungeon changes are going to be long in explanation and extensive.

Party revive is noted, alongside "Combat changes" likely to include the new Chain Battle system, and abnormalities/EGO that are designed to use said system such as the Devyat ID and latest Fell Bullet EGO.

New EGO gifts, Choice Events, and Theme Packs. This confirms the return of the mirror dungeon floor pack system, allowing us to complain about getting the bosses we chose to fight.

The "new choice events" is likely referring to those that appeared in both Canto 7 and RR4, being "Dreaming Electric Sheep (which likely will be the source of Imitative Generator)", Portrait of a Certain Day, King in Binds, 400 Roses, Rose Hunter, and Hurting Teddy Bear.

There are changes to the pack system, allowing us to change between the hard and normal packs in the selection menu as shown, also i checked the EGO gifts shown in the image, they're all ones we've seen before.

Within Hard mirror dungeons, you have a selection choice between 4 EGO gifts, and the ability to select 2 of them, alongside both their associated Mounting Trials

In this hard pack, a "special shop" is able to spawn.

Within normal difficulty dungeons, the final floor is moved to the 5th rather than the 4th as is current, similar to how current Hard dungeons work.

Shops and rest stops are now one in the same it appears (once again, no new EGO gifts shown).

The aforementioned "Special Shop" that appears within hard packs.

This allows to swap out more skills, it will contain more EGO gifts, and will be able to fuze up to 5 EGO gifts together at once, which likely is due to the increased number of gifts that will be received specifically at floor end.

Duplicates of EGO gifts, they do not apply stacking bonuses, but rather are able to be fused.

When revived, sinners will have their SP set to zero, however all other sinner's SP will remain the same on floor start.

More abnormality battles will be present, and upon winning battles against said abnormalities (boss fight abnormalities encountered in elite or normal encounters), one will receive the EGO gifts related to the abnormality, as if they completed the fight through an encounter.

Hard mode fog of war changes, allowing you to see 2 nodes ahead rather than the current one.

EGO gifts are planned, for the aforementioned abnormalities most likely, and several that are unrelated or completely new.

In both images, fusion "tree's" are mentioned, with fusion gifts that are able to be fused (currently impossible as tier 4 gifts may not be fused), where new and weaker EGO fusions are added, which may be fused into double fusion, or fusion^2 EGO gifts.

Next Week, 28th of November.

5th of December.

some point this season, we will be able to gain achievements, and challenge the dungeon past floor 5 without the rewards, as an added Roguelike challenge mode.

Monthly ID rotation, reoccurring missions, and Quality of Life UI improvements such as a clear timer.

There are plans to release this in stages, as:

which is the reasoning behind the weekly additions that are listed above, which allows for Consistent quality assurance and constant content rather than a large release and a dead period.

Seasonal ID:

The Manager of La ManchaLand Don Quixote:

actively making use of the bloodfeast keyword, akin to the other bloodfiend ID's

This ID's kit will vary depending on the present allies, specifically changing when other La Mancha Land ID's are present.

Specifically, skill 1 is the Priest, skill 2 the Barber, and Defence skill The Princess.

This ID's skills will be adaptive to multiple situations alongside their defensive skill,.

The defence skill was not shown, however, i believe that this ID's skills will be Slash, Slash, and Pierce respectively.

Wealth and Fame:

"We will need to increase our revenue to make the following a reality: add more enjoyable functions and high fidelity cutscenes; To Begin Production on a new game; or to release animations (Advertisements, previews, Short episodes, full length movies, and/or anime)

Sinner Target Extraction Changes:

Sinner Target extractions will now feature event extraction ID's and EGO from the preceding season, not including those obtained through the event itself such as Chef Gregor, or Multicrack Heathcliff.

In the future, target extractions may have association or syndicate themes, such as a blade lineage themed extraction

Returning Intervallo's with Voices:

Most intervallo in the game are unvoiced, this was due to the ease in creation and flexibility that it allowed them to create and release, with less strain caused by alterations and adjustments within the dialogue.

Adding voices to these intervallo in post is fareaser as the dialogue is already set in stone, which means that there is no worry of future alterations.

These intervallo will be returning with higher level in a "hard mode", each featuring 2 EGO relating to the intervallo's theme.

Why EGO? the sinners tend to receive id's of increasingly powerful characters and LCB's story progresses, releasing ID's for intervallo returns means that they may be, story and lore wise, held back by the strengths of the characters present in past intervallo. However, EGO are free from these concerns, which makes us believe that they are a better choice for the intervallo returns. This does not rule out the release of ID for intervallo reruns, if there is a valid inspiration an ID may be released, however it will primarally be EGO. When an intervallo is voiced, characters will be featured as paid announcers such as the Gnomes, Jun, and Aeng Du.

(Paraphrased) (quoted because Tumblr decided i couldn't have images)

Announcers will be extractable from Ideality (yisang) and from standard extractions, {green marker}: More Money For Anime

Ideally they will also be adding voice acting to the mini episodes between both intervallo and canto's.

5th Walpurgisnacht:

Library of Ruina theme.

2 Full Stop Office Fixers, Hong Lou Liwei and Gregor Stephan (or so appears).

Der Freischütz EGO, sinner unknown, likely Heathcliff due to his being the only Sinner yet to receive a Walpurgisnacht release, and his lack of inclusion in the aforementioned ID.

Intervallo 7.5 1:

Regular Check Up:

episode about health checkups for sunners, specifically their mental corrosion and distortions(?).

This will take place in T Corp.

Refraction Railway Line 5, The Merry Go Round:

As of now there are no definitive gimmicks for this event, however it will cycle similar to RR2.

Yield My Flesh to Claim Their Bones Rerun:

Intervallo 2: Nocturnal Sweeping:

Ill give you two guesses what SWEEPING is going to be about, especially a NIGHT in the BACKSTREETS

Canto 8: The Surrendered Witnessing:

Hong Lou Canto.

Ill let @lu-is-not-ok pick this apart, as they are far better at Hong Lou analysis than i am, as it has been aeons since i read Hong Lou Meng and i don't plan to re-read it any time soon.

Mili Asia concert tour:

this year was delayed due to Cassie's delivery, the current goal is for the concert to be held during the 9th anniversary sometime around the 18th of November 2025.

live tickets will be sold separately for Korea and Japan.

Concert will only feature Mili songs from the Project Moon games.

Starting in Korea, and ending in Japan.

Collaboration:

(Slow, manual movement of powerpoint to the centre of screen while the vtuber model dissapears)

Arknights Collaboration video plays.

(re aligning of the presentation while talking)

"We were invited into Hypergryph headquarters, exchanged merchandise of our games and had a fruitful discussion"

KJH's signed Lappland poster.

4 sinners will be receiving crossover content.

Though it is too early for a full on reveal, the sinners who are getting said EGO have been revealed.

Faust, Hong Lou, Ishmael and Gregor.

We do not currently know who each sinner will be paired with for this collaboration, however if i were to wager it would be Kal'tsit for Faust, and potentially texas for Ishmael (they're both stoic lesbians i think it works).

Reimagined outfits and combat skills will be used as inspiration for the EGO skills. Why EGO skills? see above rendition of this same question. ID's are representative of the power that a certain character may hold, which would alter perceptions of the ID.

One (1) operator from arknights will be featured as a (presumably Paid (more money for the anime)) announcer for the game

Long Term R&D Goals:

ID Skin functionality: Akin to layered armour, using growth materials (shards n threads) to use one ID's animations and moveset layered on top of another's.

EG. Barber Outis appearing as Magic Bullet, and that (the Yi Sang) is a skin and not an ID being San from the Streetlight Office in Library of Ruina, which is not going to be released as an ID, but only a visual.

They are learning how to monetise this game it seems.

However, this is a long term goal, as each ID has different cinematics, effects, and coin counts on each skill, such as altered effects due to charge.

HHPP Store expansion:

Enhance Immersion by making use of panoramic projection.

the physical store is being expanded, separated into different areas, the cafe, a Ruina themed section, followed by a section representing each Canto of Limbus Company.

2024 AGF (anime games festival):

merchandise being sold:

ID acrylic cards

Limbus Company zip-up Hoodie and attachable patches. note that these hoodies are the same in design as to those worn by the sinners in the Intervallo 1 teaser Image.

Employee ID card and casing. Employee cards for each sinner excluding dante.

W corp Cap (like the ones worn by the ID's, Outis, Don, Faust, Meur, Etc.)

2025 EGO callender.

Paper bag

EGO can badges, including: Sunshower Yi sang, Everlasting Faust, Lesbian Don Quixote, "Contempt, Awe" Ryoshu, Yearning-Mircalla Meursault, Cavernous Wailing Hong Lou, Fell Bullet Heathcliff, Blind Obsession Ishmael, Hex Nail Rodion and Sinclair, Sunshower Outis, and Solemn Lament Gregor.

The Director will have an autograph signing at saturday and sunday from 4-6pm.

HHPP Popup Cafe:

In Busan there will be a popup cafe of HHPP selling several popular dishes.

There are currently conversations being had with other pop up retail booths and locations, namely PAX west 2025.

The merchandise sold at the AGF will later be sold at the popup cafe's, and then later at the main HHPP itself.

In Game rewards:

*director clears his breath*

1300 Lunacy and a 10 pull dextraction ticket.

Thanks You for watching.

Also Thank you for reading this~

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ladykailitha · 5 months ago

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Yellow Daisies- A Valentine's Story

When I finished the last of the Boy with a Bat story I wanted to do something fun for Valentine's Day. But I bit off more than I can chew, so I'm releasing the first part and will release the others as the come.

Summary: Steve was told that men only received flowers once and that was at their funeral, so he made it he's life's mission to give everyone flowers as often as he could. Or Five Occasions Steve gave flowers and the time he got them in return.

Each part will have the flowers he gives and their meaning for the occasion.

Steve had heard early on in life that men only receive flowers once and that was when it was too late to appreciate them. At their funeral. It made him sad. Even boutonnieres had to be bought and paid for by the boy doing the asking.

Men got hearty handshakes and boys got a pat on the head. Even in sports, girls got flowers for their wins, boys if they were lucky got teddy bears and other stuffed animals. Things that guys immediately tossed on their way out.

Not Steve though. If he got a teddy bear, he kept. Some times they got regifted if the girl really liked one of his collection, but rarely.

So he always tried to make sure he gave as many flowers as he could. Because even though he would never get any back, he wanted to make sure everyone else in his life got as many as possible.

1. Mother’s Day: Pink Carnations- motherhood

When Steve was about eleven and was given money for the first time as allowance when he started middle school, the first thing he did was rush out and buy flowers for his mom.

He bought her white roses, like his father did all the time.

Maureen sighed. “I know you don’t know any better, Steven. But don’t be an idiot like your father. I’m allergic to roses.”

Steve nodded and quickly carried them away when he saw that her eyes were starting to water.

Then he tried poinsettias for Christmas, because he had seen her put out the plant every Christmas and he even picked out the best ones.

Again the gesture was dismissed, though this time it took longer for Steve to notice the poinsettias that were on display weren’t his. It had been hard to tell at first. Because they all seemed to look the same to him.

But then while he was taking out the trash, he spotted a pot tucked away by the garage with wilted leaves and a cracked base.

Steve felt a swooping in his stomach. He knew without taking a single step toward it that it was the one he gave his mom. And while he wanted to believe that the cracked base was the reason it was hidden away. He knew it wasn’t. He knew just didn’t fit his mother’s idea of perfection.

The last time he tried to give her flowers was on Mother’s day a few years later. She had actually been home for a change and so Steve had wanted to do something special for her. So he bought her her favorite chocolates and pink carnations.

Maureen took them with a pained smile and a quiet thank you.

It wasn’t until Steve had come out to the kitchen for a glass of water did he understand what that meant.

She was on the phone with one of her friends. “The chocolates are all right, I suppose. I’ll just have to be sure to portion them out so I don’t get fat. But those flowers, Sophie! They were dreadful! Like I wanted to be reminded I was a mother. My youth is already fading and now carnations! I might as well have one foot in the grave at this point!”

Steve put a hand over his mouth as tried to fight down tears, but they spilled out over his fingers, hot and stinging. He slid down the wall and sat down with a quiet thump. He listened as his own mother complained about how she had felt pressured by Clint to have children and was honestly relieved when told she wouldn’t be able to have anymore.

He got up and walked back to his room, where he held his pillow to his chest and laid down on the bed as he cried and cried. He knew his father hated him for being such a disappointment but to hear that his mother hadn’t wanted him in the first place was hard pill to swallow.

“Dude,” Steve huffed, smacking Dustin on the back of the head, knocking his trucker hat to the ground. “You aren’t doing anything for you mom for Mother’s Day? I thought you loved your mom.”

“I do!” Dustin protested slamming his head back on his head. “But gifts to moms are like baby stuff.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “No they aren’t. Now, if you tried to make her shitty ashtray or macaroni necklace I’d agree with you them being childish. But a heartfelt card or even make her one of your electronic doodads would really make her smile.”

Dustin scoffed.

Steve leaned forward into his face. “Because if you don’t I will completely show you up and you’ll never live it down for the rest of your life.”

Dustin gulped, eyes wide. “What would you even do?”

Steve just smiled slow and sinister.

Dustin had made a light up sign that said: Happy Mother’s Day, Ma!

Claudia kissed the top of Dustin’s head when he handed it to her. “Oh baby, I love it. Thank you so much. It’s going right on the mantle.”

Dustin puffed out his chest. Just beat that, Steve! he thought gleefully.

Then Steve showed up for dinner with the biggest bouquet of pink carnations he had ever seen. They were like the size of his head. They were wrapped in a delicate white tissue paper and tied neatly with a pink ribbon.

“Oh Steve, they’re beautiful!” Claudia cooed, gently taking the flowers from him. “You didn’t have to get me anything. I’m just grateful you could make it to dinner.”

Steve beamed up at her. “Nah, I wanted to. You’ve been more a mom to me than mine in every way possible. And I know everyone loves to get get flowers.”

She kissed his cheek and then went to go put them in a vase. “It makes me so angry when I think about your mother, Steve. There are some people who don't deserve children. But I’m grateful you’re here, now.”

“Yeah, Steve,” Dustin said, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Even though you aren’t blood, you’re as much a part of this family as either me or Ma.”

Steve blushed. “Thanks guys.”

Claudia bustled him further inside to the dinner table and started dishing out the gorgeous meal she had made.

Steve smiled up at her. He had offered to make it for her, but she told him she loved cooking and it was always a treat to make something special so he let her. And seeing her now, he was glad he had gotten her flowers instead pressing the dinner issue, because she looked really happy.

And when he came back the next week, he found the carnations turned upside down to dry out so she could keep his flowers for longer. The love he felt for her grew so much more when he saw that.

2. Get Well: White Spider Lilies, Snowdrops, and Yellow Orchids- Good Health, Consolation, and New Beginnings and Friendship

Steve wasn’t sure who was less surprised when Nicole got mono their freshman year, her parents or her friends.

Even at the tender age of fourteen, Nicole liked the boys and she wasn’t afraid to get what she wanted.

Which made it more hilarious when it was revealed that she got it from a dirty drinking fountain at the elementary. When kids too young to be kissing got mono, her parents first thought that she got it from a boy who had a sibling at the elementary and had been contagious. As her younger sister hadn’t gotten it.

But nope! She had drank from the same fountain because she been there to pick up Penny from school and had gotten thirsty waiting for her.

So when they were allowed to visit her, Steve of course bought flowers. He had asked the florist for something especially nice for a sick friend and she made a bouquet of beautiful white flowers.

Steve went up to her house, flowers in hand. Nicole’s mother cooed over the flowers and told him what a sweet young man he was.

But it went spectacularly wrong when he went to hand them to Nicole.

She took the flowers and looked at them mournfully. “I–I mean thanks. But I only think of you as a friend. I–the flowers are very pretty but I’m not sure I can accept them.”

Steve stared at her for a moment shock. “No, no!” He waved his hands back and forth. “No. It’s not that. I promise! I just taught growing up that you got people flowers when they weren’t feeling good. That’s all, okay?”

Nicole looked down at the pretty white flowers and breathed out a sigh of relief. “Yeah. Okay. Thanks, Steve.”

Things went smoother after that. But Steve made sure to let the person know they were get well flowers right off the bat.

Something he was sure he didn’t have to say, but now he wasn’t so sure.

The aftermath of the Battle of Vecna as Dustin was calling it, was rough on everyone. Eddie and Max were in the hospital. Neither one with good prognoses. Max was in a coma and Eddie was still in surgery after eleven hours.

Even Steve was currently in the hospital being treated for sepsis because once the adrenaline wore off after bring Eddie to the hospital his body decided to overreact to his injuries and shut down.

He hated it. He hated that he was there in a bed that should be used for someone else.

“Steve!” Robin admonished when he voiced these complaints to her. “You almost died! I think it’s okay for you to take a break and let other people handle it for a change.”

Steve really didn’t have anything to say to that, because she was right. He could have died if he hadn’t fainted when he did. And they were telling him it was going to be a long and painful road back to normal, but he would get back to normal. He was in good health, kept up a healthy diet and exercised regularly, it was just almost getting eaten alive that caused his body to go into overdrive.

Which, fair.

So he made sure that both Max and Eddie had flowers delivered every day. He even told the nurses to give the other flowers to patients that didn’t get visitors. Something the nurses loved him for.

The flowers he sent Max and Eddie were the same ones he had gotten for Nicole all those years ago. Snowdrops and spider lilies. But for them he asked that another flower be added to the bouquet. Yellow orchids.

When Max woke up, he was standing there, holding her hand. She looked over to see the flowers and scoffed.

“I don’t need flowers, dumbass,” she said rolling her eyes.

“Everyone needs flowers,” he insisted. “The snowdrops are for consolation. The spiderlilies are for good health, and the orchids are for new beginnings and friendship.”

Max looked over at the flowers again and then up at Steve. “I love you, you asshole!” And she gave him the fiercest hug.

Steve held her tight and kissed the top of her head. “I love you too, Max.”

Part 2 Part 3 Epilogue Part 1 Epilogue Part 2

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#my writing #stranger things #steddie #ladykailitha writes #valentine's fic #language of flowers

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jinxs-gf · 10 months ago

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Dating Kaldur Headcanons

Kaldur’ahm x Reader

no warnings!

word count: 700+

a.n. I wasn’t sure what to do here so I just went for a general dating thing!

there’s a glaringly obvious thing we need to address first.

Kaldur is THE most loyal person you’ll ever meet. romantic and non-romantic wise

you don’t gotta worry about anything with him 🙏🏽🙏🏽😭 what about him screams ‘you have to worry about me getting too cozy with someone else…’

NOTHING!!!! he’s loyal and devoted to you and makes it obvious

so obvious it hurts. so obvious the team makes fun of him for it

he’s a serious/blunt man because he cares. it’s his way of making sure his loved ones are safe (and others: take for example, the people he saves??? the whole reason he’s a hero is bc he’s trying to protect people). he orders the team around and tells them when they’re wrong because he wants what’s best for them

now you’re a person he doesn’t just care about, he loves you. you’re his dear, his light in very dark times (this man has been through it). so when it comes to you, there’s two sides to this:

1. he bosses you around if you don’t take care of yourself.

he uses his stern voice on you (very hot btw) if you haven’t eaten when you should’ve.

“Did you eat?” He sits next to you on the couch, presenting the dinner he’s cooked.

You stay quiet. And he knows what that means.

“You barely had breakfast this morning.” Your silence continues.

Gently, he pinches your chin between his fingers, “you can’t keep doing this to yourself, love.”

“I don’t do it on purpose! The day goes by too fast and I forget.”

“So you don’t feel the empty space in your stomach? You can’t hear it when it’s asking to you for food?”

You shrug.

He squeezes your chin softly, an action of affection and worry. He brings up a forkful of food, “eat.”

In his mind it’s:

“I don’t mind taking care of you, I love it in fact. But you need to know how to care for yourself when needed. I can’t have something happen to you. I won’t let it happen.”

2. he’s very very soft with you. he’s stuck in the honeymoon phase of the relationship, it’ll never end for him

he doesn’t usually show much affection with a lot of people around. he’s not too big on PDA

which isn’t to say he won’t be affectionate outside of your private time, he WILL be. it’s just small touches:

forehead/hand kisses (oh how he’s a huge fan of hand kisses, just like the proper gentleman), and of course standard lip kisses. they’re sweet, typically short, but sososo good. the two of you make the most out of those tiny kisses

you’ll also have the hand on your back at all times. that man will not let go. trust me.

if you’re not by his side or close enough that allows him to do this, he’ll seek you out. you tease him for it but he’ll simply tell you it’s to make sure you don’t do something stupid (he’s teasing, he just wants to be with you 24/7)

they’re small but meaningful touches

(which make you go crazy)

you’ll usually lean into him, hand on his chest (he sweats a little every time)

so you’re not “theme park line couple” you’re just…‘keeps it private’ couple!

the team doesn’t see him behind closed doors, which is where his lovey-dovey/certified teddy bear comes out

but when they DO see it? they can’t take him seriously as the team leader anymore :( (jk it makes them respect him more, they just like to tease)

Kaldur’s all neck kisses, cuddles (he’s always in protector mode so he likes being the big spoon for your benefit, but he admits later that he loves being the little spoon…), arms wrapped around each other’s waists, setting your legs over his thighs while y’all are sitting on the couch…slow dancing!

they find a way for you to be able to breathe/see underwater, which means so much to him because that’s where his home is!

he loves spending quality time with you in Atlantis.

swimming around, teaching you tips and tricks, having races (he lets you win every time)

kisses kisses kisses.

and a few make outs here and there…

he also loves getting massages. he never outright asks for them because he doesn’t want to “bother” you but he can admit that he needs them.

he genuinely feels like he’s in heaven when you give him a nice, thorough neck/shoulder massage. he’ll kiss you all over the face afterwards, praising you for being so good to him.

that’s all I got for now!

if y’all request something expect it to be short formed content like this HC. as well as blurbs, random thoughts on (character) x reader, etc.

#young justice x reader #kaldur’ahm x reader #kaldur x reader #kaldur fanfic #aqualad x reader #aqualad fanfic #aqualad fanfiction #young justice fanfiction

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filmofhybe · 4 months ago

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𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 ♡

plot: when enhypen ask you to be their palentine but by the end of your "little date", you both left as each other's valentine ᥫ᭡

Genre: ot7 x reader, friend to lovers, built up relationships

warnings : profanity lowk, slight age gap (the hyung line)

a/n : I haven't done a ot7 in ages..?? NE ways this is a Valentine's Day special!! Hope you all had a good Valentine's (with your s/o, friends or just yourself!) my bf made me brownies, brought me flowers and a teddy! It was so cute, however hope this fill some of your delusions this month!

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정원 jungwon ♡

You both met at college open day and since than you guys are locked in throughout your whole college life.

BUT THATS OKAY! You got each other!

So when Valentine's Day arrive, both of your friends back in high school (somehow) found a s/o already so it was just kind of you two. Alone.

Well things started to get a little more than just friends between you two about 2 months ago. But that's another story!

So jungwon suggested you guys should do a "palentine's" because apparently it's trending and you guys are friends. I mean friends can do valentines together right? there's no restrictions.

So you said yes because no.1 you're fucking lonely, no.2 you liked jungwon.

You went to this mini cafe which was filled with couples and somehow have a couple discount that day.

And being a broke college student you both are, you decided to act it out just to get the goddamn 25% discount, and they actually believed it. (Gullible)

Your waitress even said how cute you both were and he is such a gentleman for buying you a lovely bouquet of (your favorite) flowers.

Jungwon said so much sweet yet cringy things that day such as "you're so beautiful" "I wish I can kiss you right now" "can't wait to marry you"

Dude ain't even tryna hide it anymore

Walked out of the cafe hand in hand and boom he confessed his lil crush on you. It was kinda obvious tho I must say but guess what you started your day with a palentine and by the end you got a valentine wrapped his arms around you!

not so lonely I must say!

희 승 heeseung ♡

Oh boy idek how to start this man

HE'S SO COLLEAGUE VIBE I CANT STAND IT

so he is kinda your only and only friend at your division in the company

All because the others are literally twice or third times your age and he's only 4 years older is not that bad

Your company is hosting a "Valentine's day get together" at a hotel where you get to bring in your s/o with you but you being a bit lonely you told Heeseung you are not going.

"We can go as palentine's?"

Pause going to a company get together as palentine's? Not bad at all but with THE HEESEUNG that all the aunties and girls drool over in each and every division. They gonna start tweaking out.

Well that doesn't stop you cuz you knew he chose you for a reason, you weren't born yesterday

So you put on a fancy and elegant outfit for this occasion (secretly just for Heeseung) and sprayed your expensive fragrance that you cherish so much

You didn't expect him to get you flowers but hey a win is a win!

Eyes were all on you both when you walked in some girls sigh feeling sad that Heeseung got such a beautiful girl beside him

The dinner was alright questions was thrown towards you both and you knew is going to spread across the whole company by Monday

You guys left a bit early cuz heeseung had a surprise for you EEEEE🤭🤭

He took you to his car and bro..

His Mercedes was wrapped in (your favorite color), balloons saying "will you be my valentine", an expensive gift on the bonnet of his car and rose pedals on to as well!!

He took this SERIOUSLY!

"You're fucking my head right now." That's all you could get out of your head

He just chuckled and pulled you into his arms. Aww how sweet of him.

you opened the gift in the car and all he can think of was how lucky he can be to be with someone this beautiful and sweet.

박종성 Park Jeongseong ♡

icl there's no palentine here you guys have just been each others Valentine since kids

well until he moved away and become a massive rockstar

You both kinda miss being together during valentines because it was YOUR day together

It wasn't like you guys don't talk to each other anymore because you both always runs to each other wheneved you feel down, it was just distanced

Obviously being kilometers away from each other isn't the best

Well not this year! He's going on tour at both of your hometown and him being PARK JEONGSEONG. He invited your family and his to watch.

So you put on your best concert fit that you and your sister had put up a fight for on whose gonna wear it

But she insists you do cuz (she knows you're secret massive crush on Jay)

the concert was 10/10

Sang wonderwall by oasis dedicated to you cuz he KNEW you showed up!!

Him and your parents was in awww

so after the concert you ran to find him

Turns out he was going to surprise you with a valentine gift cuz he misses you so much and loves you

"I missed you so much my beautiful.. happy Valentine's Day.."his head buried into your neck, inhaling your scent that never changed and just enjoying your presence

"I missed you more my superstar.. happy Valentine's Day."

Kicking my feet.

심재윤 Sim Jaeyun ♡

He is so cringe

He's your neighbor so no surprise that he tries to get your dogs to play with Layla when he first saw you got dogs

You obviously agreed cuz he was cute and asked politely

Overtime it has just became a tradition and so your friendship develops

Dog walks together from time to time, dog-sitting each others dogs when the other is out of town (you get the drill)

Too fucking dumb to realize that you both kinda have feelings for each other

When Valentine's Day comes, he suggested that you both should have a "palentine" with your dogs

So it happened, you both went for typical fast food lunch and you made homemade puppuccino for the dogs

Clearly the dog was having a blast because they fell asleep on the sofa when you and Jake was watching "how to lose a guy in 10 days."

The distance between the both of you, the blanket, the legs curled together is way more than just friends and you both know it

At the point you both are sick of hiding it and Jake went for the BOLDEST MOVE

he wrapped his arms around you and just pulled you onto his lap and BOOM he kissed you right there & than

You returned the kiss dong worry.

"Been wanting to do that for so long you don't even understand princess.."

bro your legs turned jelly at that moment.

성훈 Sunghoon ♡

He hated the guts out of you at the beginning ibsr

Cuz he knows you are talented on the ice rank and you know he is as well

Don't worry, in reality he looks after you quite well I must say

"sunghoon listen! He was being a fat shit! I was here first so I should use the rank before him!" You huffed

"y/n~ you know you'll survive.. he's leaving in about 5.. how about I get you your favorite drink?"

He really knows how to win you over despite hating you for always winning in your division

He just always knows how to cheer you up

Besides that, you pretty much got dumped a month before Valentine's Day, and that obviously affected you

He could just tell because you lacked energy and enthusiasm, you just stopped talking and placed 3rd at your recent national championship that you cared so much about for MONTHS.

It was quite noticeable and when he heard what happened he knew he had to step in

So he asked you to be his palentine

You agreed so he took you to this little Korean market in town and you guys took tons of pictures together before ending your day back at the ice rank

"Put your skates on y/n~"

You were kinda scared what's happening but you listened and put them on, sunghoon tied the laces together for you so that was cute

Before you knew it the ice rank's lights turned on, shining the display of gold and pink and heart balloons in the middle of the rank

Gifts surrounding the decorations and a big teddy bear with a heart shaped plush in its arm on a platform

You sobbed. Never in your whole 19 years alive did you thought this would happen to YOU.

"thank you so much for this.." you full on sobbed in his embrace

"soo... do you consider yourself as my valentine now.." he smiled against your head

"Of course you are.. the best valentine ever.."

선우 Sunoo ♡

"y/n~ be my palentine!!!"

Yeah he is literally your second half

You both are like twins

Born only 2 days apart, friends since birth, inseparable, if one doesn't shows up to school, all the teachers and pupils will just ask the other half. That's how people know you both are two peas in a pot.

You stared at him blankly when he asked that bs of a question

"Who do you think I am?"

"Um my friend since birth da fuck..?"

"Alright fine than."

You agreed into his monstrous ideas because you know he will make crazy decisions that questions how he is still alive

So now you're standing inside a lift going up to the edge of a cliff, tied in safety gear.

He suggested you guys should do bungee jumping.

WHO TF DOES BUNGEE JUMPING FOR VALENTINE'S DAY

Well you two do so guilty as charge.

"Hold onto me okay? It will be less scary."

In a situation where either death takes both of you away or you're lucky enough to make it out alive he decided to say those stuff.

"God just take me away why did I say yes to this.."

You sighed as you realize you are finally geared up and ready to jump

"By the count of 3 you both would be released." Said the instructor.

3..2..1.. sunoo just dragged you down with him

High pitched Screaming filled your ears cuz you weren't prepared at all

" I LOVE U Y/M BE MY VALENTINE INSTESD AHHHH"

"SUNOO WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!!"

"BE MY VALENTINE!!"

At this point you both are clinging onto each other, his arms around your waist and yours around his neck

You both probably shit yourselves

After you guys got back down onto the ground Sunoo words finally replayed into your head

"I will be your valentine you stupid fool.." you smiled at him

"OH EM GEE YOU SAID YESSS!!"

Just grabbed your cheeks and kissed it

It was so funny yet so cute

にしむらりき Nishimura Riki ♡

He's been trying to bag you since freshman year of high school

By giving you his second gakuran botton down to you ever . single . year

It was so surprise that people started to pick up his habits and interest in you

I mean you are so pretty that girls and boys envy you

That also goes with Niki too, he was handsome that girls and boys get jealous of him.

But obviously you try not to show your interest in niki as much because you stick by your parents rules "focus on studies, not dating."

So you kindly turned in down multiple times and called off as "just friends"

Clearly the interactions between you both throughout the years WERENT "just friends"

Kissing on top of each others heads, linking arms, the lingering eyes and increased heart rates around each other that isn't "JUST FRIENDS"

Tbh he didn't ask to be "palentines"

He full on just asked you to be his and HIS FOREVER "valentine"

You obviously said yes no doubt at all

He took you to this cute arcade where he won loads of soft toys for you, took you to this flower shop and let you picked out the biggest bouquet of flowers, shared your first kiss together with a little bit of whipped cream on top of his lips.

"Niki rate our first date."

"I'll give it five big booms."

"BOOM-"

"Just shush."

Yeah you guys are definitely more than just friends.

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flufftober · 1 hour ago

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🍂 🍃 Hello and welcome to our fifth annual Flufftober 🍂 🍃

Wow, we’re so excited to be back for our mini-anniversary and even more excited to have you here with us!

As has become our tradition: let’s fill the month of October with as much fluff as possible 🥰 since it's our mini-anniversary, we have a little surprise for you aside from the main list of 31 prompts and the alt prompts you're used to...😏

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Prompts

1. Anniversary

2. Pet Sitting

3. In Vino Veritas

4. Set in another time

5. Early Morning Walks

6. Late Night Talks

7. Moving Day

8. Cursed

9. Coming Home

10. Set up by Friends

11. “Double or nothing?”

12. Blizzard or Heatwave

13. Hosting a Holiday Event

14. Stuck or Lost Together

15. “This looks fun.” - “Not the word I would use, but okay.”

16. Pillows, Plushies, Piles of Blankets

17. Making or Buying a Costume

18. “Is this seat taken?” - “That depends...”

19. Risky Rescue Mission

20. Fake Relationship

21. Pumpkin Carving

22. Polar Opposites

23. Group Hug

24. Letters

25. Cold Hands

26. Co-Parenting a Pet

27. Meeting in the Middle

28. “Is that my hoodie?” - “... No?”

29. Book Shop AU/Library AU

30. Sharing Earphones

31. “Stay?”

Prompt Extras

Last Year's Favorites

Alt 1. “This is spooky.” - “Really?”

Alt 2. Fantasy AU/Mundane AU

Alt 3. Lost Pet Meet Cute

Alt 4. Hoodie Weather

Alt 5. Only One Bed

Challenge "Make it Platonic!"

Alt 6. First Date

Alt 7. “Can I kiss you?”

Alt 8. Moving in Together

Alt 9. Planning the Perfect Proposal

Alt 10. And They Lived Happily Ever After

Your Modmins’ Favorites

Alt 11. Up Against the Wall Kiss

Alt 12. Keeping someone safe

Alt 13. Caught in the Rain

Alt 14. “You kept this?”

Alt 15. Soulmate AU

Alt 16. Fireplace

Alt 17. x + 1

Alt 18. Swoon

Alt 19. First Dance

Alt 20. “I’ve got you”

Alt 21. Fireman’s Carry

Alt 22. Wearing Each Other’s Clothes

Alt 23. “I hate you” – “I love you too”

Alt 24. Winning a Teddy for the Other

Alt 25. “I’m cold” – “Here, have my jacket”

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drarryspecificrecsdaily · 9 months ago

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2024.10.06

Complete fics posted on AO3 this day

1. The Arrangement by rubygreene [E, 3k]

Harry is struck by an ancient curse, and the only cure is marriage. Not just in the sense he has to say his vows — he must also responsibly perform his marital duties. In the sea of marriage proposals thrown at him by fans and friends, Draco Malfoy's suggestion stands out.

2. Childhood Friends by @greeneysilvery [G, 7k]

Once upon a time, Draco told the Death Eaters he wasn't sure it was Harry, even when he was sure. Once upon a time, Draco told the elves he was needing more food, even when the sight of food making him ill. Once upon a time, Harry Potter told the Wizengammot that Draco Malfoy was an important key to win the war. Once upon a time, Harry Potter told Draco Malfoy about his cousin Teddy and how the little wizard had no family left, except Draco and a ill Andromeda. [...]

3. delightful anguish by @thisisformyfanfiction [M, 1k]

There’s nothing Harry likes more than when Draco beats the crap out of him.

4. Ingenious by @coffeedrgn87 [T, 1k]

Trapped in an attic with no magic to rely on, Harry and Draco must find a way out.

5. The Proposal by @zoooooey0610 [E, 9k]

When Harry saw Malfoy from across from the restaurant, and realised his boyfriend was going to propose, he walked over with a bottle of wine in his hand.

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Fest/Exchange

1. Meet Me At Midnight by Anonymous [E, 16k]

Four Slytherins—including a drunk Malfoy with glitter in his hair from the clubs—have piled into Harry's car. It's shaping up to be a strange Uber shift. Or: when Harry and Draco found solace in long drives, midnights, and in each other, fourteen years after the war. ★ 2024 H/D Muggle Fair | @hd-fan-fair

2. some things are best left unsaid by Anonymous [T, 1k]

“I don’t see what the issue is, Potter,” Draco says, as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. As if this doesn’t matter one bit. As if he’d ever say any of this sober. As if he hasn’t been madly in love with Potter for years. As if everyone but Potter himself hasn’t already noticed (and Draco is sure they’ve noticed). ★ pine4pine 2024

#drarry #drarry fanfic #drarry fic rec #harry potter #draco malfoy #daily list #2024 #2024.10

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toasttt11 · 2 months ago

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realizations and betrayal

February 10, 2025

Mary had her eyes closed focusing on her music come through her headphones as she stretched out before the game.

Today was game two of the Beanpot and if they won today they win the Beanpot.

She would also be seeing Will after the game, Will had gotten into Boston late last night with Macklin but he had a delayed fight and she hadn’t been able to see him but Will promised they would have a sibling day tomorrow and Mary knew she would be telling Will about Ryan tomorrow but for now she’s focusing on the game.

Mary headed to the locker room sitting in her stall in between Teddy and James and started getting ready for the game.

They were versing BU tonight which meant playing against Cole and Hutson again but in an even more meaningful game.

Mary stepped onto the ice getting a soft pat on her lower back by Ryan as he got onto the ice behind her.

Mary gave Cole and Hutson a soft wave before continuing warming up.

Will was sitting with Macklin and smiled softly seeing Mary zoom around the ice, he always loved watching her play hockey. He does miss playing with her every single day, he would trade anything to get to play with her again.

“How long have Mary and Ryan been dating?” Macklin piped up shoving his face with popcorn.

Will whipped his face around to Macklin, “What do you mean they are just friends?” Will sounded so confused, he has never thought of Mary and Ryan anything more than friends, even if there has been a lot of jokes over the years that the two are more.

Macklin stopped shoving popcorn in his face and looked at him oddly like he was waiting for Will to make a joke that he was kidding, “Your joking right? There is no way they aren’t together or at least aren’t together yet.”

Will furrowed his eyebrows, “No they would tell me.” Will said immediately and besides he would know if they liked each other, right?

Macklin looked at Will weird again and just slowly nodded before he could say anything else the game started and they both were distracted. Will was thinking about what Macklin said as he watched the game.

Mary was out on the ice mostly playing on a line with Gabe and Ryan.

Ryan had the puck and passed to Mary, who had just got tripped and she flicked the puck just barley as she hit the ice and the puck went into the net by her when she was laying on the ice.

Mary laughed in disbelief and Ryan got to her first and helped her get up, he beamed at his girlfriend cupping her face around her fishbowl and bonking their helmets together.

Will stood up cheering and watched Mary and Ryan look at each other smiling, if he saw anyone else like that he would think they are about to kiss. Will shook his head not knowing why he was thinking that about them.

BC was leading 1-0 heading into the second period.

Will was mostly watching his sister and he watched her sit on the bench after the whistle was blown and saw Ryan grab her by the hip and drag her closer to him and Mary threw her head back laughing as Ryan gently tugged on her bubble braid.

Will frowned to himself, it seemed like a normal interaction between Ryan and Mary but after what Macklin said he couldn’t help but think maybe he was missing something especially with the amount of people who have thought over the years that Mary and Ryan were together.

BC was down 1-2 heading into the third.

Mary shook her head annoyed as BU scored another goal with eight minutes left, she pulled her gloves back on and hoped over the boards for her shift.

Mary immediately winced as a stick her mouth and her glove went up to cover her mouth. Ryan was over in a second shoving the player away and getting into a small scrum with the player who touched Mary. Will looked worried seeing her holding her face but frowned seeing how angry Ryan looked.

Will watched Ryan get pulled off and Ryan ignored the referees heading right to the bench and setting a hand on Mary’s back as she was getting patched up by the medical team.

Will saw how Mary gave Ryan a nod and Ryan reluctantly headed to the penalty box and it just clicked for him, he saw what everyone else saw.

The looks, the small touches, the shared laughs and little smiles it wasn’t ever platonic and it seemed he was the last to figure that out.

Will clenched his jaw harshly and scoffed to himself.

Mary ended up just having a gash on the corner of her lip that was bleeding but it was patched up pretty quickly and she headed right back on the ice.

BC lost the beanpot game 1-4.

Mary dropped her head annoyed and sad as she leaned into James side as they got off the ice heading right down the tunnel.

Mary sighed sadly as she walked out of the locker room with Gabe and Ryan, she couldn’t wait to see her brother and get a Will hug.

Mary perked up just slightly seeing Will leaning on the wall alone and she quickly walked over to hug him as Will looked up and he stepped back, Mary immediately looked hurt, Will has never stepped away from her.

Ryan and Gabe shared a cautious look as they stood behind Mary.

“Are you dating Ryan?” Will blurted out with an angry furrowed brow. Mary and Ryan both froze looking at Will shocked.

“I was gonna tell you swear Will.” Mary rushed out so quickly, “I promise-“

Mary froze and stopped talking as Will scoffed, “You promise? You couldn’t even tell me and you want me to trust you? You’ve been lying to me for who knows how long and everyone knows but me.” Will spoke harshly, the harshest he has ever spoke to his sister ever.

Ryan frowned not liking how Will is talking to his Mary, “Hey ease up.” Ryan said firmly talking a step closer to Mary.

James walked out and paused in his step seeing Will looking furious at Mary and Mary’s shoulders were tense and she was folding in on herself. James walked over sharing a look with Gabe who gave him a worried look and grimace.

“Don’t even start.” Will snapped right at Ryan, “You are supposed to be my best friend and you get with my sister behind my back, was that your plan all along become friends with me just to get with her?” Will spot out looking at Ryan so incredibly betrayed.

Ryan shifted clenching his jaw feeling the sting of hurt at Will’s words, “It wasn’t like that.” Ryan tried to say calmly but had an edge to his voice.

“Sure it wasn’t.” Will sharply spoke sarcastically, “Best friends don’t do this to each other.”

Ryan flinched a bit at his words.

Will looked between the two shaking his head, “Unbelievable.”

“How could you Mary?” Will looked at her so angry and hurt and one of the rare times he has ever called her Mary, “You are supposed to be my sister and your with my best friend what the hell?”

Mary’s jaw wobbled and she blinked back tears not having any words. James stepped in front of Mary keeping his hand behind his back and Mary grabbed onto his hand with her shaking hand as James gave Will a hard look.

“I think that’s enough.” Gabe stepped forward speaking firmly, he wasn’t about to let Will say anything else he couldn’t take back and Will has already said enough to Mary and Ryan.

Will just scoffed shaking his head, “I don’t even want to look at you two.” Will looked disgusted and he couldn’t believe they would betray him like this and apparently everyone knew and was lying to him too, he rubbed his face and walked away.

Mary covered her mouth trying to hold back her sobs as Ryan was just frozen from the hurtful words from his best friend.

James pulled Mary into a tight hug and she started sobbing quietly into his chest.

Gabe sat an arm on Ryan’s arm making Ryan slowly snap out and he just opened and closed his mouth and Gabe pulled Ryan into a firm hug.

Ryan reached out and grabbed her hand as he hugged Gabe with one arm.

Mary sounded completely heartbroken as she just sobbed into James chest making all three of the boys so incredibly sad at her sobs.

James softly rubbed her back just letting her cry not caring they are all late for the bus.

Ryan took in a shaky breath and let go of Gabe and gave James a nod and James reluctantly let go of Mary.

Ryan set a hand on her back and they shared a sad heartbroken look before he pulled her into a hug, both future clinging to each other so hard. Ryan fingers were tangled in her hair cupping her head holding her to his chest as his head was resting on her head with his eyes shut tightly trying to not cry too.

This was not how Mary and Ryan wanted him to find out and this isn’t how they expected him to react at all.

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followmetoyourdoom · 6 months ago

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If you remember this post here about burning the goat via infiltrating the security team and falling in love with a fellow guard, you can now read the first chapter here on Ao3 or under the read more below:

Preaching to the Fire - Chapter 1: The Plan

Summary: Björn has one love in his life and one love only - arson. As a ten year long game plays out, will that change? Delve into Björn's musings and planning as his live long dream unfolds.

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The name's Björn. I work security for one of the most dangerous jobs this side of daylight saving hours. Gävle goat protection squad. It's a tiring job. You sit, you watch, you wait for the next squad, you go home. Repeat the next day. Such is the life for this one month of the year. All other months, I am merely security elsewhere. The exact location is unimportant, I do not stay anywhere else for too long. But to the gävlebocken? I always return. The gentle gaze of its barren eyes, the harsh texture of its dried fur. How I long to bathe it in sweet cleansing light. It captivates me, it always has. And now I am close to it, closer than I've ever been. I will always remember that first year, the lurch in my chest as I was shown the security measures. The way my eyes darted back and forth looking for weakness, looking for ways in. It felt so strange to be keeping others away from it, to be the one keeping it safe. Now, it is year five. I have a clean record, the gävlebocken has always been safe under my care. I am the best at what I do. I have to be for The Plan to work. I cannot mention what The Plan entails. Not to anyone, even Mika, one of my fellow guards I've taken a liking to. The way they laugh at my jokes and say that my big strong arms will protect the goat against all that wish it harm... It is difficult not to like them I suppose. This was not a part of the initial plan but, if I can ignore my feelings and look at this from a practical point of view, it could work in my favour. I can win them over, I think. I hope. For the sake of The Plan of course. Yes. No other reason.

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Year six, things are going well. Mika and I spend time together outside of work now. We are... friends. They have a cat who likes to sleep in my arms when I visit Mika. Mika also likes to sleep in my arms. I think this means they trust me. A terrible decision on their behalf due to The Plan, of course, but I cannot help but smile softly as they nuzzle against my chest in their sleep. They call me their big teddy bear. Part of me wants to keep my distance. I am developing... Feelings for them. Feelings which complicate The Plan, but I cannot turn back now. I simply remind myself this is good. This gives me fuel to add to my fire, as it were. Their trust is valuable after all. They would never suspect I harbour such a dark secret, such A Plan. We often play little games together when we are on watch, thumb wars, arm wrestles, card games, etc... They are very competitive and I enjoy watching the joy spread across their face when they are about to win. It starts at their eyes, they begin to crinkle ever so slightly and shine with desire. Then their lips twitch, first one corner then the next, and finally freckles get squished together and form new constellations. It is a sight to behold even under the streetlamps. I wonder what they would look like under the gaze of a roaring inferno... Oh if only it were so easy to disconnect myself entirely! The other day I even found myself pondering the taste of those gentle lips and I had to quickly excuse myself from the game. They smirked as I left, I think they know something.

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Year seven, Mika is my roommate now, which was strange at first - we only have the one bed, but we got used to it. They say my body warmth is good for the cold we must endure in the winter months. I am not sure what this means for The Plan as a whole. For now I've had to hide a lot of my musings in places they cannot reach such as the top of the fridge, or any shelf at my eye level - though I must be careful with this one, they are good at climbing. The cat also enjoys knocking off items at height. At work I am often regarded as the serious guard in our rota and there is some teasing that Mika has enticed the softie out of me. I would argue the rest never got the time to know me. Surely I do not keep my softest smiles for them... I remember laughing at other times. Here and there. Occasionally. I do not know who I'm kidding, I clearly like them more than a friend. But we live together now! The Plan aside, it would be strange to initiate anything when they cannot leave, would it not? No, I must remain at a safe emotional distance. Besides things are good right now. The other night they cooked a fantastic fillet of fish, they know it is my favourite, and then we settled down together to watch a movie and they fell asleep on my shoulder. I wouldn't want to lose that. Or the way they wrap around my back at night and press close to me. Or the way they make me a sandwich when they are not on watch and they leave me a note. I keep all the notes of course, it would be disrespectful not to. Sometimes it's almost like we are more than just friends... But I think that's just my feelings getting the better of me.

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Year eight. There was an attempt at a burning tonight. I almost hesitated, but I did stop them. I must keep my record clean. I must ensure no-one suspects. I told Mika about it when I got home, about how I tackled the would-be arsonist to the ground and held him beneath me as back-up arrived. Mika shook their head with amusement and joked that perhaps they should try burning the goat while I was on duty. Then their eyebrows started acting strange and I got concerned for their wellbeing. They flicked some water from the sink at me and called me 'cute' for my concern. I do not know what this means. Does Mika also have A Plan? Perhaps they would be a valuable ally in this fight... But no, I cannot risk it. Each day that passes I get closer and closer to the date of The Plan. Just two more years. I have notes of all changes, all attempts, all security codes, anything I could possibly need. The only unknown is Mika. They are an entity unlike any other, small yet strong, silly yet serious, tough yet kind. They look adorable in my sweaters that are several sizes too big for them and fiercer than any guard on duty in their uniform. Their duality is so enticing, so exhilarating. I want to tenderly stroke their cheek as we go over The Plan together, I want to hold them as we muse about escape routes. I want them involved in everything I do. But I cannot. They should not be dragged down with me. As we closer to the date of The Plan, I must slowly wean myself from their gentle embrace.

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Year nine. In my minds eye I see Mika's hand slip into mine, a burning furnace in their eyes. A band in a box in my hand that flickers with the golden and copper light of a simmering blaze behind us. The scent of burning straw fills the air, and our noses wrinkle in joking disgust. There is no one else around, it's just the two of us. I get down on one knee, speak four words, and in my dreams they say yes. I now fear I am in too deep. The ring sits heavy in my pocket. I keep it with me wherever I go. Just in case. I love Mika dearly, wholly, there is only one love that meets them but does not surpass them, and it is ever present in all of my dreams about us becoming us. Could I chose that moment? It would certainly be memorable. Granted, that's if they approve of The Plan, for I have to follow through with it, even now, of course I do. Not out of obligation or out of sunken cost fallacy, but because I want to. Though my dreams have been added to, that one dream has not changed. Mika lies across my lap, sleeping soundly. I stroke their hair and my hand shakes. I do not want them to think less of me. I do not want them to hate me. I wish I could tell them. I wish I could ask them. The words get stuck in my throat everytime I try to say anything about either dream which are now the same dream rolled up together. They murmur softly in their sleep and I wonder if we share any parts of our dreams. What if, after all this time, after all these moments, Mika thinks of me as nothing more than a friend? As I ponder this I find that idea is not as terrifying as the idea of them hating me for committing a crime they would find abhorrent. If they wish to remain friends then friends we shall remain, it is as simple as that. I suppose only time will tell.

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This is the year, year ten. A perfect track record. If we ignore the birds. Under my care we have never lost the goat. Under my dear Mika's care, the same. Tonight we are scheduled in to guard the goat together, 2am - 6am. Tonight is when I put The Plan into motion. Tonight, the weight in my heart and my pocket will ease, one way or another. Mika does not know. I could not bring myself to tell them. We are getting ready to sleep before our shift. I can heard them humming a song through toothpaste. It's hard to believe this might be the last time I hear that muffled refrain. I'm hesitating again. I could just pass this journal over as they walk through the bedroom door. I could offer up my life's work and let it hang in the balance, out of my love for them. But my other love tugs at my heart strings, though they are so different there is no comparison. I cannot choose between them. I can only combine them. So tonight will be a night of burning love.

#gävlebocken #gävle goat #gavlebocken #gavle goat #pov first person #slow burn #pining #they were roommates #there was only one bed #heist #apologies for this being technically posted twice for my followers but i wanted it to appear in the tag as a new post as well

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littlemissmartha · 15 days ago

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Lauren back in nappies (part 2)

[Note: This is a fictional ageplay fantasy for consenting adults. Real spankings are for consenting adults only. All characters are over the age of 18.] [This is Part 2, Part 1 is here https://www.tumblr.com/littlemissmartha/786533549030440960/lauren-back-in-nappies?source=share] It was Lauren's first day at school since Dr Walker had put her back in nappies. Of course, she couldn't go to her old school any more. She had to go to a special school, for girls like her. On her first day at school, Lauren made a new friend, Ellie, a blonde cutiepie with pigtails who was wearing a big puffy nappy under her bunny onesie. As they were playing with blocks together, Lauren smelled something. "Ellie, did you do a fart?" she asked curiously. Ellie giggled. "Yeah, I did a big fart. My tummy is gassy because Mummy made me eat yucky lentils for dinner." She made a face. "We should have a farting contest! I bet I'll win." "Will not," retorted Lauren. She was gassy too. She lifted her butt and ripped a loud, ripe, satisfying fart, which was very pungent. Ellie giggled. "Pee-yew! Stinky bum Laurie," she teased. "Do you need a poo?" "Yeah, but I need to fart out a bit more gas first," said Lauren. Ellie reached for a teddy bear and placed it under Lauren's bum. "Fart on your teddy bear, then he'll stink," she said, giggling. "They'll never get the smell out." She sniffed. "What did you have for dinner? Smells eggy." "Roast chicken," said Lauren happily. She did a loud fart on the teddy bear. Ellie squealed with joy. Their nursery teacher, Mrs Smith, came over and sniffed. "Phew! Are you two stinky girls ready for a nappy change?" "Not yet, Miss," said Lauren sweetly. "It's just wind, I haven't done a poo yet." Several other girls giggled. Mrs Smith tousled Lauren's hair fondly. "No worries, sweetie. Take your time. But I'm looking forward to changing your smelly nappy when you've done one!" "Can I have a cookie, Miss?" asked Lauren hopefully. "Only when you've done a poo, sweetie. Every pooey nappy means you get a sticker and a treat." Soon it was time for lunch. Lunch was cucumber sandwiches and carrot sticks, which Lauren didn't like, so she threw a tantrum. "I don't wanna," she said tearfully. "Can I have a cookie instead?" "You're being a bad girl, Lauren," warned Mrs Smith. "You know the rules. Girls who throw tantrums get spanked." She reached under Lauren's pink dress and untaped her nappy, baring her bottom. She bent Lauren over her knee and started spanking her bare bottom with a hairbrush. The sharp pain stung Lauren's soft buttocks. Lauren started bawling. "I'm sorry, Miss," she begged. "Now are you ready to be a good girl and eat your lunch?" asked Mrs Smith. "Yes, Miss," said Lauren meekly. Mrs Smith restored Lauren's nappy to her bottom. Lauren stuffed her face with sandwiches and carrot sticks, fearful of another spanking. Soon, her gassy tummy gurgled, and she did another eggy fart. "Even though you were a bad girl earlier, you'll still get a treat if you can poo your nappy for me," said Mrs Smith soothingly. Lauren squatted, and concentrated on filling her nappy. With a fart and a wet crackling sound, she did a big poo. Her classmates giggled, and a few of them applauded. "Good girl," said Mrs Smith proudly. "It's a nice smelly one, too." She went over to Ellie and sniffed. "Smells like someone else has filled her nappy, too, so it's a double nappy change. Such good girls!" Lauren thoroughly enjoyed the process of being hoisted onto the adult-size changing table with her new friend, having her mucky bottom wiped with cool soothing baby wipes, and having a fresh clean nappy applied. Afterwards, she was rewarded with a bunny sticker, a chocolate chip cookie, and orange juice in a sippy cup. Lauren played with Ellie all afternoon, except when it was story time. She spent the afternoon in a state of blissful contentment, drinking plenty of juice, and weeing it out into her nappy periodically. As long as she was a good girl and did as she was told, everything was perfect.

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itsphoenix0724 · 2 years ago

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Meet Me On The Ice (Azriel x Reader)~ Chapter 1

Summary: You and Lucien Vanserra have been skating together since you were children, but when he has an accident that takes him out right before championships you turn to your brother and his hockey team to fill the position. His best friend Azriel has lethal grace on the ice and owes your brother a favor, which seems like a match made in heaven, except you can’t stand each other. Can you and Azriel pull a routine together in time for your competition, or will it all spiral out of control?

MMOTI masterlist

Warnings: mentions of injury, blood

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: Hello everyone! Happy December, my final exams are over so I'm so excited to get back into writing! As you all know I've been planning this for a while, so I hope you're all as excited as I am!!

DISCLAIMER: I am not a figure skater or a hockey player, so while I'm trying to be as accurate as possible, it's likely some things may not be correct and/or are bent a little to fit the plot!

Figure skating is a lot more thrilling than people give it credit for. Only a few people are willing to be thrown 5 feet in the air at 20 miles an hour and completely trust the other person to catch them.

The ice was always your happy place. The biting chill against your skin, the feel of gliding across the rink faster than light. It was thrilling, to say the least. You and Lucien had worked so hard this season to advance this far, and you only had a couple of competitions left before the both of you graduated from university. The two of you were on a winning streak, and this competition looked like it would turn out no different. Your coach smiled from the sidelines as the two of you performed in perfect sync, his hands around your waist as he lifted you effortlessly into the air before resting you safely back on your skates. It was time for the big finish, you sped in a circle around the rink executing a triple toe and Lucien built up his momentum to launch his axel. Your eyes dart to the judges' impressed faces before you whip your head back to him and-

Something’s wrong.

The angle– the spin, is all out of balance, and in the blink of an eye, Lucien hits the ice. His head makes a sickening crack on the ground as red floods around him, and his right leg is twisted in the wrong way. The scream you let out doesn’t even sound like yours as you race over to him, the sounds of the crowd echoing around you in a sick symphony.

“Oh my god”

“Someone call an ambulance!”

“Get him off the ice quick!”

You don’t hear any of them too busy trying to shake Lucien awake with tears streaming down your cheeks, but he’s knocked out cold. A blur of red is next to you and it takes you a moment before you realize it’s Lucien’s mother. It’s another gut-wrenching eternity of trying your best to hold a towel against his head to stop the bleeding, Lucien still unresponsive, before the gentle hands of a paramedic ease you away from your best friend. You watch with abject horror as they load him onto a stretcher, and carry him out of the rink. Helping Lucien’s mother off of the ice, she follows them outside. The ringing in your ears still hasn’t stopped, not even when your own mother and father come racing down the arena steps, a hand coming out to hold your jaw, and another wrapping your coat around your shoulders. Before you blink again they’re ushering you out of the rink and into the car.

It’s two days before you can see Lucien in the hospital.

You had driven in complete silence, anxiety coiled like a viper in the pit of your stomach. Parking your car in the visitor lot you look at the teddy bear you buckled safely into your passenger seat, its soft brown hands clutching a heart with cursive writing spelling Get Well Soon. It had been dumb and cheesy, but you snagged it at the grocery store while picking up some of Lucien’s favorite snacks and couldn’t resist.

Hopefully, it would make him laugh at least.

The nurse at the desk smiles at you kindly before pointing you in the right direction of his room. The atmosphere of the hospital weighs painfully on your shoulders as the elevator ride seems to stretch on for decades. You thankfully find Lucien’s room easily enough, his russet eyes light up at the sight of you even with the angry red stitches that run through his hair.

“There she is!” He bellows, eyeing the bear and the bag of treats with interest. You set them on his bed and he laughs a joyous sound as he props the bear next to him on the bed, declaring it his new best friend.

“How are you feeling?” You ask tentatively, settling into a chair next to his bed. His leg is in a cast, elevated, and you run your bottom lip between your teeth with worry.

“I’m alright, all things considered.” He promises rifling through the bag to dig out the pack of spicy chips, “I’ve got a concussion, and my legs broken so bad I’ll be in physical therapy for months.” Lucien meets your eyes mournfully, looking as if you’d just punched him in the face. “I won’t be able to skate for the rest of the season. I’m so sorry.” He dips his eyes averting his gaze to the broken leg, like glaring at it hard enough will force it back together again. You feel your heart sink to your feet, but you refuse to let it show, trying to keep a happy smile on your face.

“None of that matters, all I care about is that you’re okay.” You reach out to grip his hand, and his warm palms engulf your own.

“You can find another partner to finish the season,” He urges, Lucien’s other hand comes up to cup your cheek, wiping away the silver trying to fight its way out of your eyes despite your best efforts. You had already registered in the partner skate division, so it was too late to switch now. But even thought makes your stomach turn.

“No one could ever replace you,” You promise, leaning into his warmth. It’s the truth. You had been skating with Lucien since you were small, and now you’re about to graduate from university. There could be no one else. No one else that, without fail, had such a warm touch even on the ice rink. No one else you could trust to catch you every time, even if it means sacrificing his safety.

You had tried to skate with one other partner, once, in freshman year when Lucien caught the flu so bad he was puking for weeks. It hadn’t ended well and you hadn’t trusted anyone since.

“You should skate your last season. Even if this new guy will never be as good as me.” It’s a lighthearted attempt at a joke, and you accept the crutch of humor, chest rising with a breath of laughter. “You could ask Rhys, maybe he’d do it? He used to skate before he switched to hockey right?” That was true, but he switched to hockey right before middle school to play with his friends, maybe he’d consider it if it didn’t conflict too much with his schedule.

“I’ll think about it, let's focus on tearing through these snacks in the meantime,” You snag the peanut butter cups out of his bag despite Lucien’s vehement protests and turn the staticky hospital tv to shitty afternoon cartoons.

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You held your tears in successfully until you got home. You didn’t want Luicen to feel guilty, didn’t want him to see you cry, so here you were curled in a ball under your covers. Hiding from your problems like a child, hoping if you just ignored them long enough they would magically solve themselves. You had asked Rhys earlier about possibly skating with you, but between learning to take over your father’s business, university, and hockey he understandably regretfully declined. The bedroom door creaks open, hearing the delicate tread of Rhys’s footsteps before he settles next to you on the bed, rubbing a soothing hand along your curved form.

“It’ll be alright I promise,” Rhys mutters. “I think I might have a solution, but I don’t think you’re going to like it.” You rise from your chosen shelter, raising a brow and wiping at your tear-stained cheek.

“What is it?” You question, and Rhys almost flinches. “I’ll do almost anything to skate again.” He must see the desperation and he carries on anyway.

“Azriel is still suspended from the team at the moment, and he owes me a favor…” Rhys watches your eyes catch up to his words, the disgust flashing in them. Both of Rhys’s best friends had couched surfed at your house at one time or another, and you and Azriel had never gotten along. Not like sunshiney Cassian, who may be viscous on the ice but was one of the most gentle people you knew. Cas was the one who made an effort to include you in activities, who playfully tossed you in the pool in the summer, and took you for long drives when you were upset. Azriel spent those summers by the pool brooding in the shade until you left, and was currently suspended from the Velaris University hockey team for throwing another player so hard into the glass he was concussed. “You said you would do almost anything to skate again,” Rhys raises his hands in surrender and you roll your eyes.

“What about Cassian?” you offer. He would probably do it for you, but Cas wasn’t suited for figure skating. His style was too brutish, it was nothing against him, he just wouldn’t pick up the flow and patience you needed to skate with the music fast enough in time for the competition. As much as you hated to admit it, Azriel moved across the ice like smoke, flowing and ebbing with a lethal grace you couldn’t help but admire.

“Cas is too busy with school and hockey,” Rhys had clearly already run through the option. You knew that if you begged Cassian he probably would, but his stance at the school depended entirely on his grades and his performance in hockey. You wouldn’t give him any chance to mess up his scholarship. “Please just talk to Az with me tomorrow.”

“Fine.” You relent, perhaps with a little more attitude than necessary. So you correct yourself, Rhys is going out of his way to help you. “Thank you.” He gives you a small smile, pressing a kiss to your forehead before leaving your room.

So that was how you found yourself bundled up at the rink, at six in the fucking morning, with Rhy watching Azriel practice. He moved like a panther, prowling around the ice and slapping the puck with such ferocity the crack makes you flinch. He tears off his helmet, skating over with a mop of sweat-soaked hair. Az’s hazel eyes flick over you once in distaste before dismissing you completely and turning his attention to Rhys, which makes your temper rise to a heated spark of fury. Your brother clears his throat, nudging you on the back to speak. Azriel turns back to you and raises a cold dark brow.

“Would you please consider being my skating partner for my last few competitions this season? Please” you choke out, trying your best to send him a pleasant smile. Then, Azriel actually has the balls to laugh at you.

“Yeah, I heard about what happened to Vanserra. What makes you think I would ever want to do that?” Azriel chuckles out, voice dripping with sarcasm. You’re about to agree, call this whole mess off, and return to the comfort of your bed when Rhys cuts in.

“Because you owe me,” The two of them have some silent stare-down that you wish you could be privy to. Whatever Rhys had done for Azriel in the past it must have been big because after a moment Azriel fixes those molten eyes on you again.

“Fine, I’ll do it. Be here tomorrow at five so we can try to figure out this shitshow.” He tucks his helmet back over his head and prowls back around to the ice. You guess you’ll be meeting him here tomorrow night and you find yourself agreeing with the sentiment that this will be a shit show indeed.

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True Strength (Episode 1 and 2)

-2XXX Years Ago-

Shink! Shink!

Bellen: Hey, Berrien! Your arms are down.

Berrien: Gghh... Not yet...

Berrien: Aaah...!

Thud...

Bellen: Berrien...! Are you okay?

Berrien: Uh, yeah... I'm sorry. My foot just staggered.

Berrien: Sigh.... Another loss to Bellen.

Berrien: Instead of closing the gap... With each passing year, the gap gradually widens.

Bellen: Hehe. Berrien is growing too. But with this kind of thing, some people are better at it than others.

Bellen: I have a role to play in the fight against the angels. You don't have to force yourself to match me, Berrien.

Berrien: That may be true, but...

Berrien: But I... I feel bad that I have to put all the responsibility on you.

Berrien: If I could, I would too... I wanted to be strong enough to fight with the angels next to Bellen....

Bellen: ...Just having that feeling is enough to help me. Because Berrien supports me, I can face forward and keep fighting.

Bellen: And... have you noticed? Berrien is by no means weak. I think he's stronger than the average soldier around here.

Berrien: That's because... Bellen has a good teaching style. If you train with strong people... you will naturally improve your skills.

Bellen: Hehe. Then I'll have to practice a lot so I can be stronger.

Bellen: Even if I'm no longer here... I want to make sure that the skills I have acquired will be passed on to future generations.

Berrien: Bellen...please don't say such ominous things. When you're gone, I'm going to...

Bellen: Haha, sorry, sorry. Anyway... I'm sure Berrien can be stronger.

Berrien: ...I really hope that's the case....

Berrien: But... if Bellen says so.... I believe those words.

Berrien: Bellen. Could I please try again?

Bellen: Of course. That's the spirit, Berrien.

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Bellen: .................

Bellen: ....A... dream. It somehow feels so nostalgic...

Bellen: For me... It feels like it's only been two years or so since then...

Bellen: For Berrien... It's a story from way back when...

Bellen: To really experience the length of time that has passed...

Bellen: ...I think it's time to give it a shot....

One day, a little while after Bellen became a demon butler...

As I was walking in the garden...

I heard some lively voices coming from the backyard.

I was wondering what was going on...

I decided to go in the direction of the voice to see what was going on.

[Devil's Palace Backyard]

Bellen: ...Well then, Berrien. Are you ready?

Berrien: Yes... of course, Bellen.

Berrien: ...I'm kind of nervous. I never thought Bellen would challenge me to a mock battle...

Berrien: What I’m about to do is face you once again... It’s been a full two thousand years.

Bellen: Hehe. But I'm in a different position than I was then.

Bellen: While I was asleep... Berrien had been training constantly all his life.

Bellen: Now Berrien is much more competent... Please be gentle with me today.

Berrien: T-That's not true... Please don't buy into it.

Berrien: But... I sure wanted Bellen to see me grow up for a long time.

Berrien: I will fight with all my might today.... Please take care of me.

Bellen: Ah. Let's be careful not to hurt each other.

...It appears that Bellen and Berrien are about to engage in a mock battle.

The butlers in the villa also watched with interest.

Hanamaru: Oh, Lord. You've come to just the right place.

You: So Bellen is going to have a mock battle.

Teddy: Yes, that's right! Apparently, this will be the first time he's played against Berrien-san in two thousand years!

Yuhan: I have heard that Bellen-san used to be much stronger....

Yuhan: I wonder how much Berrien-san has made up for that difference...

Hanamaru: Hehehehe... This is getting interesting.

Hanamaru: Since the number of spectators has increased... I guess it's time for the grand reveal here.

Hanamaru: Alright, it's starting, it's starting! Either Bellen will win or Berrien will win!

Hanamaru: Which way to bet, Teddy? This is your chance to make a fortune by guessing right!

Teddy: Eh? Um... Well, I...

Teddy: I bet "Hanamaru-san, who started betting in front of the master, will be scolded by Yuhan-san"!

Yuhan: Heh... good read, Teddy. I'd bet on the same thing.

Hanamaru: Oh, I'll bet on that one too... Well then, since everyone bet on the same side, I guess this bet is dead...

You: (Oh dear...)

Bellen: Hehe. It seems that even the Lord came to watch our mock battle.

Bellen: Which means... we can't lose each other, can we? Berrien.

Berrien: Yes... that's right, Bellen.

Berrien: As the Lord's butler... I can never fight an embarrassing battle.

Berrien: But Bellen... Can you tell me one thing before we fight?

Berrien: Why now...? Why did you suddenly want to make a deal with me?

Berrien: There are many other butlers who are stronger than me....

Bellen: Hehe. That's the same reason as Berrien, of course.

Bellen: While I was asleep... I want to see how strong Berrien has become, too.

Bellen: You can't measure something until you actually see it. ...Right?

Berrien: ...Yes. I guess so.

Berrien: I will be honest with you... I have never lost my aversion to fighting, even after all these years....

Berrien: Only the moment I face you again like this... I have been waiting for it for a long time.

Bellen: ...Hehe. When I look at those serious eyes of yours.... I can feel that you've really become stronger.

Bellen: But... I also can't show my embarrassing side to my master. I'm going to show you all my true feelings right now.

Bellen: All right... let's go, Berrien!

Berrien: Yes...!

-After a while-

Shink! Shink!

Hanamaru: Hey, hey...those two are going for it. They haven't taken a step back from each other since the beginning.

Yuhan: Yes...honestly, the battle is more intense than I imagined.

Yuhan: Especially Berrien-san.... He seems to move much better than the usual mock battles....

Teddy: That's right... In the mock battle, I had the impression that he was being too reserved to show his true ability and wasn't able to show his true potential...

Teddy: Today, Berrien seemed to be fighting very freely.

Hanamaru: Hehe. I guess you don't have to be so reserved when you're with your older brother, right?

You: I hope he doesn't get hurt...

Yuhan: Don't worry. They both seem to know that point by heart.

Teddy: That's right. In fact, it feels like they're actually enjoying this time!

Bellen: Hah, hah... Good job, Berrien. I can't believe you avoided the attack just now...

Berrien: Hah....hah....hehe....that's Bellen's signature move, isn't it? I've imitated it many times so I know the moves very well....

Berrien: So... I'll go next!

Bellen: Ah! Now let's see some your tricks!

Shink! Shink!

Their mock battle continued for a long time after...

By the time they finally settled the matter....

The sun was already setting.

-A few hours later-

I was alone with Bellen in the garden.

Bellen: H~mm....Ah! Okay, that's it for the post-mock battle stretch.

Bellen: Oh no~ I lost, I lost. That Berrien has really gotten strong.

Bellen: I wanted to show my good side in front of the Lord, but.... I knew I couldn't compete with the current Berrien.

You: But it was a close call.

Bellen: Hehe... That's what it looked like to the Lord?

Bellen: But the feeling I got from the fight was.... The difference between us felt even more than before the fight.

Bellen: Thanks to this, I was able to see how much training Berrien has been doing.... I could feel it firsthand.

Earlier, after the long mock battle.... Bellen dropped the weapon he was holding and it was settled.

The spear that Bellen is using now is a new one.... The difference in familiarity with the weapons may have been what determined the outcome.

That's what Berrien said... From Bellen's point of view, perhaps the difference was even greater than that.

Bellen: Hehe... I'm sorry, Lord. I let you down.

You: Disappointed?

Bellen: Because... from Lord's perspective, I'm the long-awaited helper who has awakened after two thousand years, right?

Bellen: In reality, it wasn’t really that big of a deal... I thought you might have been a bit let down.

You: That's not true.

Bellen: Hehe...thank you. But that's okay, I'm not that depressed either.

Bellen: Of course I feel frustrated... But I'm also happy.

Bellen: Because back in the day, when I was fighting the angels.... Everyone relied only on me.

Bellen: I alone carried the future of mankind on my shoulders... I was under tremendous pressure that if I lost, it would be the end....

Bellen: Right now, starting with Berrien... I have so many reliable companions.

Bellen: I have a certain hope for the future.... There is nothing more wonderful than that.

Bellen: Of course me too... I do have a strong desire to be more useful for the future, though.

You: Bellen...

Bellen: All right...! Let's get back on track and start training again today!

You: I'm rooting for you, Bellen.

Bellen: Fufu. Thank you, Lord.

Bellen: ...It's strange, isn't it? When the Lord is by my side.... The desire to do my best keeps coming up from within my body.

Bellen: It was the same during the mock battle.... In front of the Lord, even if I'm tired, my body moves...

Bellen: Fufu... If anything, I feel like running right now.

You: Don't push yourself.

Bellen: It's okay, It's okay. I have confidence in my physical strength.

Woo! Woo!

Bellen: ...! This siren sound...

You: Angel alert...?

Bellen: Lord, stay close to me. First, go back to the mansion and assess the situation...

Bellen: !! Lord, look out!

You: What...?!

Clang!

Angel: ".................."

At the same time that Bellen shouts... He holds up his spear and catches the attack of the angel that attacked him from above.

Bellen: An ambush, huh... You guys sure don't have any openings or moments of carelessness...

Angel: "Die. For your life."

Bellen: Haa!

Whoosh!

Swish, swish!

Bellen shook off his spear and pushed the angel back... He stood in front of me, poised to protect me.

Bellen: My Lord! Release the demon's power...!

You: All right...!

You: “Come. O, friend of the darkness! I summon thee.”

You: “Hereby release the power of Bellen, through a covenant with the devil…”

Bellen: All right...

Bellen: Let’s go, angel. I won't let you touch my Lord…

Clang!

Bellen, who has released his demonic power and changed his form... With blinding speed, he attacks the angel.

The onslaught was even more caustic than what I had seen in the mock battle....

It was hard to believe that this was the same person who had just fought.

Tap, tap, tap…

Berrien: Lord! Are you safe...!

You: Ah, Berrien.

Berrien and the butlers of the villa, who must have heard the commotion, immediately rush to our side.

They, too, saw how Bellen was fighting.... Like me, they could not hide their surprise.

Hanamaru: Oh, But wow...Bellen is amazing. He had just been engaged in a long mock battle a moment ago...

Yuhan: Yes, I know. Even though he has released his power, he could still move that much...

Teddy: Does he still have any stamina left? Or maybe it's just that he has incredible recovery powers…?

Berrien: Hehe...yes, that may be true, but…

Berrien: When there is something to protect close by, he is more powerful… That is the true strength of Bellen.

Saying this, Berrien looks at me and smiles… Then he immediately returns to his serious expression.

Berrien: Lord. Release my power as well.

Berrien: Hanamaru and the others are here to protect the Lord...!

Hanamaru: Ah.

Yuhan: Understood.

You: I'm releasing the power, Berrien!

You: “Come. O friend of the darkness! I summon thee.”

You: “Hereby release the power of Berrien, by his covenant with the devil…”

Berrien: Thank you very much.

You: Be careful.

Berrien: Yes...!

Tap, tap, tap…

Berrien: Bellen! Leave it to the butlers of the villa to guard the Lord.

Berrien: That angel… You and I will defeat him together!

Bellen: Ah. I've been waiting for you, Berrien.

Bellen: ...No. I made you wait quite a while, didn't I?

Bellen: From now on, let's all work together to protect humanity and our Lord!

Berrien: Yes…! Bellen…!

-THE END-

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