#decided to give him a crown of doors as a fun little idea

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Hi @new-revenant! I was your gifter for @phandomholidaytruce this year! You asked for Ghost King!Danny sitting lazily on his throne, so here he is! Enjoy!

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The Boy is Mine (Viv’s Version)

eddie munson x gn!reader

When I read about this I thought it was such a fun idea that I just had to participate! Thanks @carolmunson for putting it together :) I wrote a short little fluffy blurb to get it out of my system. As always, not proofread.

You and Eddie have a romantic night in the trailer making Christmas cookies.

tw: Eddie can lift reader, established relationship, allusions to sex

Word Count: 2k

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You bounded up the trailer steps two at a time, warm light spilling out of the windows and diffusing into the winter air. You were supposed to be there an hour ago, but your shift finished late and the snowstorm made the drive a disaster. You'd tried to call but the line was busy.

You grabbed the handle on the front door, finding it locked. “Eddie!” you shouted, pounding the palms of your hands against the door as a frantic knock. Snow was still coming down in droves, getting caught in your hair and on your clothes. It was so cold out that you were already sniffling and fingers stiff, your hands laden with full shopping bags. You’d conveniently forgotten your winter jacket before you left your house that day–in your defense it was sunny that morning. “Eddie! Let me in, I’m gonna freeze out here!”

Finally, you heard the deadbolt on the door open. “Look who decided to actually show up. Thought you came to your senses and went off to date some football player.” You heard him before you even saw him, a tinge of annoyance in his tone. He stood in the space of the door, wearing the terrible Christmas sweater your grandmother had made him last year over some well-loved sweatpants with cigarette sized holes in the dark gray fabric.

You just wanted to bury yourself in his warmth and never let go.

The pout on your face was inevitable, Eddie always coaxed it out of you whenever he insinuated you shouldn’t be together. “Aw, don’t be like that. That’s not even true,” you said, your brow furrowed. “My stupid manager made me stay late and the roads were icy and you know I’d never–”

Eddie cut off your rambling with a laugh, pushing the door open wider and pulling you across the threshold with an arm looped around your shoulders. “I know baby, I know,” he murmured into your temple, stamping a kiss there as he shut the door behind you. His big hands ran up and down your arms, an attempt to will some warmth back into you.

“You’re freezing,” he mumbled, looking down at you with wide brown eyes. He reminded you of a puppy when he was like this, all soft and sweet and so concerned with you.

You nodded as he curled you into a hug, mashing your face against his chest and making quiet tutting noises like a mother hen. He smelled like weed and cigarettes and the cheap vanilla shampoo he used, the familiar scent making you relax along his lanky form. His chin propped against the crown of your head, the two of you absorbing the feeling of one another in the living room.

“Come on, if we don’t start now we’ll never finish.” Your voice was muffled in the uneven knit of his sweater.

“Fine, fine,” Eddie breathed, freeing you and taking the grocery bags out of your hands. He swept them off to the kitchen, leaving you to take your soggy, snow-laden sneakers off before following.

“So remind me why we’re doing this again?” Eddie asked as you came to stand behind him, your mismatched socks slipping against the tile. You wrapped your arms around his narrow waist, your cheek pressing against the back of his arm as you watched him pull the groceries out and set them on the vinyl counter.

The question made you roll your eyes. “Because traditions are fun and nice to have, Eddie. We need traditions.”

You knew his family life wasn't quite normal growing up, he missed out on all the silly little practices and traditions that you had grown up with. They were some of your favorite memories, you wanted to give him the opportunity to make some of his own.

He chuckled, the sound breathy in his throat as he shook his head. “Traditions, got it.” He inspected each item, twisting it in his hands before moving on. You watched patiently around his arm, thumbs tracing circles over his sweater. “But why couldn’t our tradition be getting high and watching movies on the day before Christmas Eve?”

You groaned, gently shoving his shoulder with your palm as you pulled the small notebook out of the back pocket of your jeans. “Because we get high and watch movies every weekend. We need to do something special. I copied down my mom’s recipe, making Christmas cookies will be fun.”

You flipped it open to the page that had the recipe scrawled across it in your loopy script. You’d bought everything before you’d gone to work and stole a few of your mom’s cookie cutters from the junk drawer–simple stars and gingerbread men. You made them with her every year on the first of December, a tradition you wanted to pass along to Eddie.

“Yeah babe, fun.” His inflection was different from yours, sarcastic rather than eager. It was his turn to curl an arm around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder, reading the recipe along with you.

“You are being such a downer. If you don’t stop, we’re gonna have a problem,” you said, twisting in his arms so your back was pressed against the counter as you looked up at him. His frizzy, curly hair was a mess, brown locks twisting in every direction as you looked up at him with a scowl.

He grinned, the smile stretching across his face as he leaned down to nuzzle at the hinge of your jaw. “I’m sorry, I’ll be good,” he muttered, his hair tickling your nose.

You giggled, squirming in his grip as he left a playful bite on your neck. “You better, or you’ll have hell to pay, Munson,” you threatened, but you both knew the words were empty. There wasn’t a bone in your body that wanted to hurt him.

He rolled his eyes, his hands grabbing your hips to turn you back around. “Alright, what do we do first?”

Eddie pressed you firmly against the counter, his lanky body curling over yours so he could read the instructions. “We need measuring cups, and a big bowl.”

He hummed acknowledgment, moving away from you to dig through a cabinet near the sink. “I ran out of like, nice cups, is this okay?” Eddie asked, making you turn around to see what he was talking about.

He held an acrylic cup with a printed cartoon of Snoopy and Woodstock on it, the clear acrylic starting to fog. You snickered, shaking your head. “Measuring cups, Eddie. Measuring cups.”

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That should have been your first indicator of the uphill battle that baking with him would become. Normally, he just watched, trying to sneak a taste of the batter or steal chocolate chips. Now you knew why.

Eddie was a disaster in the kitchen, clumsy and off in all his measurements. You’d taken the reins of scooping ingredients into the big mixing bowl, letting him crack the eggs and beat everything together.

“You just want me for the heavy labor,” he eventually complained, switching hands on the mixing spoon as he shot a sidelong glare at you. You'd forgotten to bring the electric mixer from home.

There was an absentminded sound of acknowledgement from your throat, but you didn't even turn to look at Eddie in his mock distress. You were spooning flour into a measuring cup, brows furrowed in concentration. “Well you’re so good at it,” you said, a giggle caught in your throat as you carefully dumped the flour in.

“You’re a little shit,” Eddie sneered, the smile on his face giving him away. He reached out with his free hand, pinching your waist hard enough to make you squeal and jolt.

Flour exploded in a dust cloud, covering you and the kitchen counter in a fine white powder. You coughed, frozen in place as Eddie burst into laughter. The spoon that had originally been full was now empty, paused in the air as your mind caught up with what happened.

“Eddie!” The shout was shrill and petulant. Before you could stop yourself you were delving the spoon into the paper bag and flinging a heap of flour at Eddie’s head.

It dispersed into his hair and across half of his face, making his hair look like a powdered wig. He gasped in mock horror, shaking it out and sending flour across the kitchen tiles. Of course, it didn't fix much–the two of you were starting to look like low-budget horror movie ghosts.

He was already moving, a ringed hand disappearing into a shopping back as he stepped toward you. “You think I’ll let you get away with that?” Eddie grabbed you by the waist, managing to wrestle the top of the vanilla frosting tub with his teeth.

You were laughing wholeheartedly, wheezing as you tried to get out of his iron grip. He messily dipped his fingers into the container, scooping out just enough frosting to smear across your cheek and down to your lips and throat.

You scoffed, plunging your hand in the flour to press a white handprint across the side of his face. The palm of the print was centered on his eye, fingers stretching across his forehead and the thumb looping on the bridge of his nose. “Guess you’re marked by Saruman now,” you teased, stamping a frosting-covered kiss to his lips.

Eddie’s eyes sparkled, his hands moving from your waist to the plush of your thighs to lift you up and set you on the counter next to the mixing bowl. The remainder of the frosting on his fingertips smeared into your jeans. “So that makes you Saruman, then?” he asked as he licked the icy off his mouth.

“Well you’re obviously Gandalf the Gray,” you said, ruffling his curly hair with a hand. The flour dispersed, floating down to cover his shoulder and the floor like the snow outside the trailer. “So if I had to be one of the Valar I don’t think I have many other options–maybe Radagast? But we certainly don't know enough about the blueses to make a choice.”

“Look at you, talking Lord of the Rings to me,” Eddie murmured, licking up your throat with the vanilla frosting serving as his guide.

“And you like that?” You shivered at his wide, warm tongue on your skin, shifting your knees further apart so he stood between your legs. His wide hands palmed at the fat of your thighs through your jeans, inching their way up to your ass.

“Love it,” he said, a smile curving the corners of his pink lips upward. You couldn’t help the heat that washed over your face at his praise, your nose knocking gently into the squish of his cheek as you leaned toward him. Eddie was always generous with praise, showering you in compliments and acknowledging even your smallest accomplishments.

You twisted your fingers in his curls, shaping them into neat springs at the nape of his neck. “You’re gonna give me an ego, Eddie,” you murmured, your tone a bit more shy than you’d intended.

His grin widened, umber colored eyes sparkling with mischief. He pulled you off the counter in a quick motion, holding your knees on either side of his waist as he staggered out of the kitchen to the connected living room. You made a soft noise of surprise, your arms winding around his shoulders for support as he carried you.

“You want an ego? I’ll give you an ego, baby,” he said, his voice dropping an octave to a deep rasp. He dropped you unceremoniously onto the couch, your head cushioned by a throw pillow as he sunk to his knees in front of you.

“Eddie, the cookies,” you muttered halfheartedly, your teeth digging into your lower lip as the heat traveled from your face to the pit of your stomach.

“They’ll still be there when I’m done. Just want to show you how much I love when you talk dork to me.” He was already kissing his way up your thighs, biting at your flesh through the rough fabric. His long fingers were pulling your sweater from where you'd tucked it in.

“This could always be our tradition,” you said with a giggle, a hand already carding through Eddie’s hair.

He laughed, calloused fingers playing with the button of your jeans. “Whatever you say, baby.”

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Friendship Bracelets (Howdy Pillar x Reader)

Heyy! So I wanna start trying to write some stuff for the other characters and I can't help but notice there's not NEARLY enough stuff written about Howdy! I mean look at him! HE IS PRECIOUS 🐛💚

Anyways, an idea just popped into my head! What if you were hanging out with Eddie and making some crafts and decided to make friendship bracelets for you and your bestest friends..? What could go wrong?

You guys are friends in this, but you do have a crush on each other💚

No warnings for this one and reader is gn of course 😊

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Making stuff with Eddie was one of your favorite things to do in The Neighborhood. It was how you managed stress and anxiety, plus it gave you a chance to make fun gifts for your friends!

Well...and Howdy, of course.

You did consider Howdy a friend, but lately you found yourself thinking about him a little too often and staring just a little too much when you'd go to help out at the Bugdega.

You'd tell each other jokes in between customers, he usually let you have snacks and such for free, and he was always fussing over you. He was very insistent about taking breaks and he never let you carry the heavy crates...

Come to think of it...it almost seemed like he liked you, too!

You shook those thoughts away just as quickly as they'd entered as Eddie held up the flower crown he'd been making.

"What do you think, (y/n)? More daisies? Less daisies? ...does Frank even LIKE daisies?!"

You gave him a knowing smile.

"I don't really think it matters, Ed. Frank is going to love it no matter what because it came from you"

Eddie blushed and smiled down at the crown.

"You're right...hey, how are those bracelets coming along?"

"Huh? Oh! ...oh dear"

It was then that you realized you'd made far too many. You were personalizing them for each neighbor, but because you spent so long thinking of Howdy, you'd accidentally made him 4 of them!

Eddie laughed and gave you the very same knowing smile you'd given him.

"Well...Howdy DOES have 4 arms. One for each! I'm sure he'll get a real kick out of that"

You hoped so, because if he questioned it, you'd die of embarrassment on the spot.

Glancing at the clock, you realized it was nearly time for your shift at the store, and you wanted to make sure everyone got their bracelets before you headed off.

You gave Eddie his on the way out. It was the same colors as his postman uniform, with a charm of a butterfly hanging right next to one of an envelope. He rolled his eyes.

"Gosh, wonder what that's supposed to mean"

"I don't know, but I think I accidentally put an envelope on Frank's bracelet too. Oopsies!"

You snickered and skipped out the door as he glared playfully after you.

Barnaby happened to be walking by, and you waved to him.

"Hey Barnaby! I made you something!"

He stopped and smiled at you.

"A present? For me?"

You nodded, holding out the colorful bracelet with a hotdog charm. His tail wagged as he slipped it over his paw.

"Aw, shucks (y/n), ain't this just perfect? And just the right size for a little guy like me!"

You shook your head and laughed before Barnaby picked you up in a big bear (beagle) hug.

"Hey, have you seen Wally? I made him one too"

"Sorry, kid. Haven't seen him all day"

Suddenly a swirl of blue hair popped up over Barnaby's shoulder.

"Uh, Barny?" you said, pointing to it.

"Huh? I got a bug on me or something?"

He turned around so you could check, and there was Wally hanging onto Barnaby's back.

"Something like that. Wally, what are you doing?"

"Eh? Wally's back there?"

Wally smiled.

"Looks like I win, Barnaby"

A look of realization crossed Barnaby's face and he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh, that's right...we were playing hide and seek, huh? Fair enough, buddy, you win"

He reached into the pocket of his vest and pulled out a nice red apple. Wally hopped down from Barnaby's back and took it, staring at it contently.

"Oh, you wanted to give me something (y/n)?"

"Ah, yes, I made you a friendship bracelet!"

You fished it out of your pocket and gave it to him. It was red and blue with an apple charm hanging from it. He took it, but seemed slightly confused.

"That's a very small apple"

"That's because it's not real, pal. You're supposed to wear it on your wrist" Barnaby explained.

Wally seemed to understand, and slipped it on.

Everyone else loved theirs too! Julie's nearly flew off from all the happy stimming she did when you gave it to her, and Frank said friendship bracelets were dumb but accepted it anyway (you're absolutely positive you saw them wearing it later on, along with Eddie's flower crown).

Eventually, only 4 remained and it was time to head to the Bugdega. Weirdly, you felt kind of...nervous? Flustered? Hard to say, but you sure were shaky when you walked in.

"Heya, (y/n)! Right on time as always!"

You smiled and grabbed your orange apron, tying it around your back and joining Howdy behind the counter.

"So, what's new?"

You looked down at your shoes anxiously and let out a nervous laugh.

"Well, actually I just came from Eddie's..."

"Ooh, craft time eh? What'd you make?"

"I made everyone friendship bracelets just for them...including you"

"Me? Golly, (y/n), you shouldn't have! Let's see it!"

You pulled them out of your pocket and held them up to him. You waited for him to laugh at you or ask why there were so many, but when you dared to sneak a look up at his face, it was bright red.

"4 of them..?"

"F-For each arm! S-See, this one has a caterpillar charm...and this one is a little shopping bag...and this one is a heart-"

A HEART?! You must have clipped that one on while you were daydreaming!

Your whole body flushed and you bit the inside of your cheek in anticipation.

A smile spread across his face slowly and he grabbed you up in a huge hug, all of his arms wrapping around you.

"I love them..."

Later on, as Howdy was stocking shelves, he looked down at them and smiled once more, hearts in his eyes and a happy sigh escaping his lips.

"They really are something..." he whispered to himself as he watched you wipe down the counter.

Maybe one day, he told himself, he would tell you how he felt...

But regardless, he never took them off

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Anyone else think Howdy would be a good dad? Idk he gives off dad vibes and he is quite large.

I trust him with my life tbh

ANYWAYYY hope ya'll like this 💚

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Merlin and Arthur but:

All is well, Camelot is great, peace, harmony, magic is allowed, the birds sing...

Then Merlin, in a moment of excitement, either because he can no longer contain his emotions or perhaps everything has been so good that he cannot imagine the worst that can happen, decides to take a leap of faith. After all, he took a risk with his magic and Arthur accepted it; perhaps he should finish revealing all his secrets in the same way.

Anyway, A day like any other after unbearable council sessions and endless document review and reorganisation of patrols. As they close the day with a warm dinner and the silence of the night, Arthur receives a handkerchief from Merlin's hands itself.

It's clean, Woodsy scent, and neatly folded. It's not one Merlin has ever used (not that Arthur would notice those details). And the only thing Arthur could think of to answer after looking at Merlin as if he had fish coming out of his ears was:

«So... Okay, yeah... I'll give it to George when I see him in the morning. I also noticed that his is a little faded»

Merlin does not correct him out of shame.

The next day, although in his new position Merlin no longer accompanies the training sessions so often, he appears when usually end to give Arthur the water and some sweets that he get from the market.

«This is great, Merlin» Arthur said as he took the bag «It's about time you put your head to work. The knights will appreciate it when they can't stand up. I plan to get them fit as I haven't had time to keep them un check recently, you get me, right?»

Merlin didn't correct him that time either.

After a few days and much thought, I wait until the end of a meeting with some leaders of magical communities who still cannot sympathize with Arthur. The meeting was not good, they still distrust the crown and that puts the king under pressure so when only the two of them remained, the tension didn't help.

«What is this?» Arthur shook the object in his hand back and forth in disbelief.

«a book»

«a book... A book, Merlin? A Magic book... Are you kidding me with this, really?! Isn't the mess we just made with this enough for you, you want to make fun of it too?!»

«Arthur, I'm not...»

«"You idiot! I really should have taught you some manners before»

«but...»

«You better get out of here before I... Ugh! AND I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU IN WHAT REMAINS OF THE DAY, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?»

And of course, he had to throw the book, didn't he? Fortunately, it hit the door as soon as Merlin closed it behind him.

The feeling of not being able to breathe, even if he was physically breathing perfectly, and the discomfort in his nose that made him blink more than what is normal accompanied him until he reached the forest, right at the point where I used to collect herbs. And as her cheeks became wet (strange, he would definitely have to tell Gaius if the symptoms that suddenly attacked her got worse... No, no, it can't get worse, he's fine).

«Hey, Merls, I saw you walking here alone, you shouldn't be wandering around alone... Merls?»

In the royal chambers, Arthur is now a little calmer, his mind clear, and he even started reading the book Merlin brought him. Surprise! It seems he might get a couple of good ideas out of it. Traditional offerings and ceremonies of friendship. He will then tell Merlin that the book is useful... Or he will point it out indirectly... Or he will pat him on the shoulder... Something like that.

But it is Arthur we are talking about, he cannot stand the noise of his own thoughts for long, much less the silence of his bedroom, so he sends for Merlin with a guard.Instead, they bring Gwen, who seems to be the only one who was able to point out where Merlin had gone and since the guards are chickens, they preferred to let her talk to the king.

«He is not immediately available Arthur, it seems he went to pick herbs» She explains after a polite but warm exchange.

«That hasn't been one of his tasks for a long time»

«He isn't tour manservant either and so his chores may keep him away at times when you suddenly want his company»

«It's nothing like that! I am his king, he is a court sorcerer. We have matters of great priority to discuss»

«Maybe. But he didn't look good and he needs his time right now»

«Has something happened?»

«I don't know, Arthur, something happened between you two?»

Look, I won't go into details about the feelings between Arthur and Gwen because this isn't about that (and my own opinion is extensive too) but in this fic things didn't evolve between them, But everything remains friendly and as much as Arthur values having honest and assertive people on his council, Arthur made it very clear that Gwen would always have the right to treat him first as friend. However, because of Gwen's character and political wisdom she has always been careful with her words, so it is a shock that she calls him by his name when she hasn't done so for so long.

They talk a little about how things went wrong at the meeting with the new magical community and what may or may not have been a little hasty with their reactions to something Merlin did

«What did he do?»

With a bit of a struggle he tells him that Merlin bought him a book related to magic. And once that comes out of his mouth he realizes how much of an idiot he is because his behavior was out of line and he just wanted an excuse to let out his bad temper.

«It's my fault, I know. I let my pride get the better of me and Merlin ended up unfairly on the receiving end. I felt unfit, but it was something against myself»

«You will have to make amends. It's not the first time, Arthur, and once you realize your mistakes the only thing left is to correct them»

«I thought I had grown up a long time ago... It seems not»

«We all have flaws. It's not something we get rid of when we reach a certain age or realization»

A bit more chatter and finally Arthur mention something interesting

«...And it's not even the first one recently...»

«What are you talking about?»

«I don't know, I thought you would know more with all the gossip you two do. He's been so thoughtful lately, not that he isn't always, but he gives gifts here and there, he gave candy to replenish the gentlemen's energy when I take them a little further. And George a new neckerchief, can you believe it? Not that he had the courage to give it to him himself, he forced me to do it, as the girl he is. I don't imagine he gave you»

«Arthur, Why wouldn't he give George a gift himself? The candy... He also gave it through you?»

«Yes, why...»

«You know, Arthur, we gain nothing but honor from being on your council... It helps us to have that prestige to get more work, me in the forge and Merlin with the patients. Don't you find that strange now he's so giving then?»

«It's Merlin, I didn't question anything around him»

«Agh! Arthur, a favor, sweets, and then gift specifically thinking of you, something you ended up needing...»

«wha... Wait... No»

«yes»

«but...I- I have to find him»

«no!»

«yes!»

He passed her before she could delay him and thought he heard her say something about Gwaine going after Merlin but he didn't have time to waste wondering what one thing had to do with the other.After all, perhaps it would be better if he found them sooner rather than later or else they would end up dragging them out of a tavern, right?

He knew quickly where Merlin would be, it was common knowledge that even when he no longer had to go out to gather herbs himself, that place was special to him.

He arrived in time to see from a distance something that left him stuck in place.

Merlin on the floor, sitting, red face and bulging eyes but smiling at Gwaine's foolery. Gwaine, for his part, is perhaps too close to Merlin. It is a distance that is common between that pair, but surrounded by nature, one kneeling in front of the other, eye contact; one hand on Merlin's knee and the other... PASSING A FLOWER ACROSS MERLIN'S FACE?!

The burning sensation that rises through his sternum is not like a bad digestion, it is worse, it makes him almost tremble. It doesn't help that your eyes are starting to hurt, is it because of the poor lighting at that time of day?

Oh My oh My, he can't fool himself, not anymore, no never again...

«He can't even see me like that, you know? That's why he doesn't notice it»

«I noticed it, Merlin, I always notice you»

Their faces too close to each other, Arthur is brave for many things but not for that, he wouldn't do that to himself, he wouldn't see it.

And as he walked away, back to the castle, he thought that he might as well be leaving his heart on the ground where he had been paralyzed, for he could no feel more than emptiness in his chest

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I wanna write a fic maybe expanding over ten chapters (to those waiting for the next gen AU fic I swear it’s coming isjdjdn) with a gift swap scenario but the switch leaves everyone with a power that’s very unconventional to their lives.

Because in the movie the reason many of the family members had quarrels with their gifts was due to the fact that Alma got to dictate how they’d be used. The gifts are meant to be extensions of the family, but I want to see a situation where the magic goes “you guys are straining again ✨family bonding time✨” and swaps their gifts.

My current idea is:

Julieta - Shapeshifting - I want to see an introvert like her get a gift that forces her to be in the spotlight. By getting Camilo’s gift she’s encouraged to be more risky and makes mistakes.

Pepa - Future sight - A little on the nose with this one but I think because of her anxiety, her main takeaway would be she can’t control the future and whatever happens happens.

Bruno - Enhanced Super Hearing - Somewhat same vain as Pepa where he learns he can’t control what people think and feel about him, as the enchanted hearing allows him to hear all the negative things people say about him.

Isabela - Animal Communication - had a debate with myself between giving Isa super strength or animal communication but I decided the ladder because she might have too much fun with super strength and I can’t have that. Working with animals might make her a little more emphatic and give her a better understanding towards nature.

Dolores - Super-Strength - Still a little in the edge with this one but perhaps time management? Dolores often uses her gift by just milling around where with Lusia’s gift she’d have to constantly be running and running.

Luisa - Healing with food - PATIENCE. Cooking is an extremely difficult and tedious process. And though Luisa is a hard worker, she only really knows how to run not walk. At first I’d feel she’d be very frustrated, moving too fast and trying to get a recipe done so she can move on, but eventually she learns to slow down and take it one step at a time.

Camilo -Weather Manipulation - He has to learn to be vulnerable with people. Camilo is absolutely that kind of person to bottle shit up but with a cloud over his head 24/7 that’s not an option anymore.

Antonio - Plant Manipulation - ehhh I’ll be honest I’m still figuring out what his lesson would be. Antonio is pretty baby so unlike the rest of his family the magic might not give him a super hard time with this one. Perhaps it’d be a case of learning control and also a chance for him to communicate with other walks of nature outside animals. Also it’d be hella funny if he’s making flower crowns and behind him Camilo is quite literally laying in a puddle of his own sorrow, Dolores broke down the guest room door, Luisa is covered in flour, Isabela is trying to get a cat off her head and Mirabel is screaming at the sky because now she has to babysit the other idiot grandkids that have dangerous gifts.

Mirabel — No gift — yeah she’s not getting dragged into this— or not getting dragged into this with a gift at least. She still has to help figure out how to switch things back and also acts as a second hand when the swappies begin floundering too much. So in short: she is still the therapist.

If anyone has ideas on how they could be swapped let me know. Again the swap is meant to really challenge the person by giving them a gift they wouldn’t do well with so it forces them to adapt.

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Little!Tara and little!chirs. Where Tara gets him all dressed up in a tutu and pigtails with a crown and everything. He ends up loving it and gets all happy :))

Sorry for so many requests I love your writing

All doll up

Ship: Little!Tara X Little!Chris (I didn’t know if you wamted reader or not but if you do i’ll make another version!) (platonic relationship) Snippet of CG!Nick and CG!Jake at the end (both platonic)

Summary: Tara wanted to play dress up and Chris was her next client

Warnings: N/A

Authors note: Thank you so much! It means a lot to me and I don’t mind the requests at all! Send in all the ideas you have it inspires me to write!

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Tara and Chris where having a playdate at Tara house. At first they were building a fort and watching Tangled, one of Tara favorite movie. Chris just wanted to watch the movie for the songs.

As they were watching the movie Tara gotten an idea. To play dress up! Tara love to play dress up on herself so she ran to go get her makeup kit.

Chris watched her confused but was entertained by the movie that he didn’t bother her. He was just busy on trying to finish his apple juice and popcorn.

Tara came back with her makeup kit full of makeup and hair ties. Bows and Crows, any hair accessorie you can dream of. “Lts pway dress up!” Tara said excitedly and bounces up and down.

“Cwn I gwo fwst!” Chris ask excitedly. Tara nods her head and starts setting up the makeup. Chris didn’t know what he was doing but he just wanted to make Tara looked all dolled up.

Chris assumed she put the makeup in steps order (which she did) and started putting primer on her. The last step of the base was her blush. Chris decided to put on a lot of blusb making her almost look like a tomato.

Tara giggled at him “lwook pwrtty!” she said excitedly. Chris nodded and continued with her makeup. When they got to the eyeshadow chris decided to do blue. Tara decided to skip eyeliner and mascara not wanting Chris to poke her eye out.

When Chris was done he put a bow on Tara. Then they started setting up for Chris to go next. Tara started doing his base and realized that they were different shades but quickly found a solution and went with it.

After the base was done Tara did Chris eyeshadow, choosing pink because pink is her favorite color. Tara did his mascara being extra careful. Once they where done they ran to Tara room.

Tara raided her closet for some tutus and dresses. She picked out one for Chris and Chris picked one out for Tara. They changed and Chris looked in the mirror and loved it. Tara gave Chris a crown and they started giggling.

“Pwetty Prwincesses!” Chris said and Tara clapped in agreement. They had a photoshoot and made the hallway their runway. They were having a blast they didn’t even noticed the time. Nick was about to come pick up Chris and Jake was supposed to come for a sleepover with Tara.

When the doorbell run they rushed downstairs and open the door to see Nick and Jake. “Hey little ones! Yall look so adorable!” Nick said and picks up Chris. They giggled and said thank you. “Oh sweet littles! Yall had so much fun didn’t yall?” Jake said and they nodded.

Nick noticed the mess in the living room and set Chris down. “Sweetheart its time to clean up and give Tara back her things” Nick said and Chris whined. “Want two stwy pwetty” He pouted and look sad.

“Kwep it!” Tara said and giggled. Chris said thank you and then they started cleaning up their mess. Nick and Jake help them clean as well. Soon Chris and Nick left and it was just Jake and Tara left.

“Next time i’ll be here to watch y’all two. No little angels should be alone” Jake said and Tara nodded and yawed. They cuddled (platonically) on the couch and Tara soon fell asleep.

🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

Sorry for the rushed ending- I didn’t know how to end it. Also not proof read either 😭

[twotangledsisters]

Every Tangled the Series Fic I've got in fic "folder" right now!

So, I often reference fics I'm 'working on' or 'random ideas' I have lying around.

Here is a quick list of EVERYTHING I have:

Inside the Tangled Sisters AU

The main series: not gonna list titles because spoilers but obviously that's priority number one, always at least 30 chapters ahead, got scenes written you won't see for a looong time!

The Three Disciples: A prequel fic that follows Demanitus, Zhan Tiri, and, obviously, their three Disciples. It shows Corona before the merger with Saporia, shows ancient magic and ancient science. But most of all it shows that nobody is born evil, but how the choices we make can lead us down darker and darker paths.

A scene:

Zhanna was mixing together two elements when she heard the ringing of a bell indicating somebody had entered her lab. She didn't hesitate to pull a level that soon covered her desk with a mist which would hide her from the human eye so she could keep working without addressing the newcomer.

"Hello?" A male voice she'd not heard before, followed by footsteps. "Is Zhanna here? My name's Demanitus, I'm a Master of Magic from Koto. I was told could find Coroa's head scientist here?"

Zhanna rolled her eyes. A magician! Though magic did intrigue her, most magicians lacked the basic knowledge of science to collaborate with the likes of her.

"I know you're there." His voice came from the doorway separating the entrance and the room she was in.

She spun around to face him. "How? What type of magic forgoes my mist?"

A chuckle. "Oh, I can't see you. But if what I hear about you is true and you're as smart as they say, you wouldn't leave your door unlocked and lab unattended."

After a moment, Zhanna switched the level, and the mist was sucked into the vents. "Clever..." Smarter than the magic users she'd worked for in the past. "You have five minutes to give me a proposal, starting one minute ago."

The Adventurer and the Prince: Following how Arianna arrived at Corona, why she decided to stay, how she slowly fell for the crowned prince and would eventually become queen of Corona by Frederic's side. It features mainly a young Frederic, Arianna and Cap. They go on adventures, learn about politics and build stronger and stronger bonds.

A scene:

“I quit! I can’t do this! I can’t, that prince is useless, he would rather die than face his fear of horses, but I can’t tell the king that and if I don’t get results soon, he’ll have my head!” “So you’re just going to flee the kingdom? Like a coward!” “Like a man who sees reason!” And the man left in a huff atop his own horse, leaving the stablemaster stuck with five horses and terrible news to deliver to the king. Every possible teacher had tried, only he remained, and he knew it was an unreachable task. Arianna looked at Sandy, the mare huffed in her face and gestured towards the window. Arianna understood the desire to get back on the road, back into the world and on another adventure but… her mind went back to Prince Frederic. The tears he’s shred on the bridge, the blood on his hands, and the words of warning he’d given her as though he’d lost himself long before her arrival. “Excuse me…” she held out a hand to draw the attention of the stablemaster. “I couldn’t help but overheat that you are perhaps looking for a new teacher for riding? I am quite the expert and, well, nobody is unteachable.” “Hired.” No questions asked, this man was desperate. Arianna smiled as she shook her head. “You start tomorrow, first thing, palace garden. You’re teaching Prince Frederic of Corona.”

The Making of a Thief: A prequel following how Eugene became the man the girls meet in the tower. From the "adoption incident" to getting involved with The Baron and his relationship with Stalyan. It has its sad moments, but it also has plenty of fun little adventures.

A scene:

Flynn found Caine pacing in the garden, her hands behind her back and her face scrunched up. “Finally Rider!” she grabbed his arm and tried to drag him further away from the mansion but Flynn just pulled his arm away, it wasn’t difficult, the thirteen-year-old girl wasn’t much shorter than him but she was skinnier and her talents did not lie in her muscle, she huffed before lowering her volume. “I have a job.” “Yeah, so do I. It’s called following orders and avoiding certain death.” “One worth the risk.” “Nothing is worth that risk.” “Hear me out,” Caine begged. “Equis castle, there’s a way to break in there.” “Equis?” He laughed. “You’re insane.” “Is it insane to want to steal riches worth more than that mansion?” She gestured to the large home of their boss. “Riches that could pay off our debts and grant us the freedom I know you so desire?” Flynn wanted to say yes, to say nothing was worth the risk of The Baron’s wrath, something they’d both witnessed first hand. Especially with Caine. He’d been warned of the woman’s recklessness and to not get involved in it. Yet, she was still here. Still standing tall. Clearly, she was doing something right. “Keep talking.”

What About Food: Following each one of the three main characters (Rapunzel, Cassandra and Eugene) through a different struggle with food (stomach issues, bad eating habits and financial anxiety related to the cost of food). Eugene's chapter is being edited and will come out before the Goodwill arc!

Liars: A one-shot following Rapunzel and Cassandra early on in their integration to palace life.

Growing up in an abusive household often times lying was the only way to get by, those habits don't die easy.

Adopting the Thieves Who Stole His Heart: Follows Lance, Eugene, Keira and Catalina as they travel across Equis to the orphanage where the girls grew up to officialize Lance's adoption.

I'm not going to lie to you, I though this one was complete and published and just found out I had a few chapters left to write as I was doing this post... Ooops. Sorry!

A scene:

"Wait, so uncle Eugene killed a man?" Keira asked crossing her arms. “Woah… Maybe we shouldn’t mess with him as much as we do?” Keira looked to Catalina who shrugged. Cherry laughed. “Only a bad man! He wouldn’t hurt you two.” “Well of course he wouldn’t, we’d defeat him,” Keira laughed, then frowned. She looked at Eugene who was sat between Lance and Cherry’s mum, they were laughing about something or other, probably something boring seeing as they were all adults. “Hey, want to meet my favourite pig?” Cherry asked. Earning an excited smile from Catalina. “Sure,” Keira nodded.

AUs within Tangled Sisters AU:

Three Outlaws: Where Cassandra wasn't as badly injured at the end of Two Tangled Sisters and the three fled Corona to be outlaws together. The two sisters aren't that great at being the villains though...

A scene:

“Eugene! Eugene!” “Keep shouting my real name, louder, won’t you? Don’t think the entire town can hear.” Eugene sighed as he raised his eyes to meet Cassandra’s excited expression. “What?” “I figured it out! I cracked the code!” Eugene smiled. “Go on, tell me your new discovery.” He rolled his eyes, expecting her to have discovered caramelized apples or something of the sort. She pulled out some expensive-looking jewellery from her pocket. “I stole this.” Eugene looked surprised, but he quickly grinned. “Impressive. Thought you were against stealing.” “I am, but I cracked the code.” She twirled as Eugene inspecting the goods. “I can’t steal from honest people, so I just need to steal from other outlaws!” Eugene froze. “You what?” “Guess who I stole that from?” Eugene swallowed, eyes taking in the jewels cautiously. “Who?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper. “Some bigshot called himself The Baron.” Eugene’s blood froze. He wanted to scream at Cassandra. But she didn’t know any better. How could she? He hadn’t told her… He took a deep breath, this was bad.

Never Found: Eugene was lucky to find the vines behind which to hide, but he never did bother to go any further and stumble upon a tower. Because of this it's two inhabitants never left. A few years down the line Gothel realises that Cassandra is no longer needed as Rapunzel is grown and decides it's time for her to leave the tower.

A scene:

“Your sister, darling, she’s not well,” Gothel told Rapunzel, who sat on the floor with her sister’s head in her lap. “I must take her home with me.” “But it’s dangerous outside the tower,” Rapunzel argued, tears streaming down her face as she cuddled her sister close. “I know, darling, but she won’t make it inside the tower either.” “Let me heal her! Let me try!” “No Rapunzel. Your magic is good but… It’s killing your sister,” Gothel lied without a regret in the world causing Rapunzel’s sobbing to increase in volume. “I’ll do everything I can to save her, my darling. I love you two more than anything else in the world.” Rapunzel nodded. “Alright mother.”

What The Gallows Took from Corona: What if the end of the Princess, The Pirate and The Prosecutor, Rapunzel wasn't able to save him?

The Sun Child and The Glass Child: The tower was discovered only five years after Rapunzel was taken. Arianna immediately become overjoyed with her now two daughters! However, it wouldn't be long until Gothel tried to retrieve the sundrop and the girls would be forced to cut the long blonde hair. That wouldn't be an issue if not for how ill Cassandra soon became.

Using the remains of the sundrop flower, the doctors are able to save Cassandra's life, but the king and queen are warned of her delicacy. Between the kidnapping and the illness, both Arianna and Frederic become rather protective, leading to a life locked away in a tower not too different from their first home.

The girls long for adventure, and they see their chance when they capture a thief known as Flynn Rider who was trying to steal Rapunzel's crown.

And other AUs I can't reveal anything about because they're spoilers!

Three Thieves

My second biggest fic. Fully planned out and published one arc at a time, it follows Eugene, Lance and Cassandra as they're forced to raise each other in a Coronan orphanage.

It has a lot of fluff, a lot of angst and a lot of fun antics.

Captain's New Family: AU of three thieves where in which Captain adopts the three children after encountering them running away. He doesn't fully understand the situation these children are in, but he does know that the likelihood of all three being adopted together is next to zero unless he was willing.

A scene:

“I know this is sudden, but you three seem to really love and care for each other. Children with such hearts of gold deserve the very best chance at a bright future and… I’m not going to pretend I’m the best chance but, I know you three probably want to stay together and I’m guessing that’s not an easy feet.” “Impossible would be a better describer…” Captain nodded. “I think I can offer you three a good home if you want—” “Of course we want to!” Eugene was fast, this was the chance of a lifetime and he wouldn’t mess it up, not for him, not for Lance, not for Cassandra. Lance nodded. “We’ll do anything!” Cassandra just whimpered, her grip on Lance’s arm intensifying. Lance picked her up in response. “She’s just timid,” Eugene said. “She’ll do anything too.” Captain smiled. “Well, if you’d like to go pack your bags.” The two boys nodded, running off with Cassandra while the captain was left to fill in some paperwork.

Regrets: AU where Cassandra breaks down and tells Captain what happened down at the river. Captain realises he's part of the problem and decides he wants to be a part of the solution.

Cassandra was shaking. She stared up at the queen as though she were a three-headed dragon read to eat her. No matter how much Arianna tried to kneel down and make herself as unintimidating as possible. “Oh dear,” Arianna whispered. “It’s okay Sweetheart.” Cassandra clung to the Captain while her eyes darted around the throne room. Captain grabbed her hand tight in his, knowing she wouldn’t hesitate to sprint to the nearest exit. “Go on Cassandra, tell the queen what you told me?” Cassandra shook her head, so very clearly scared. Before Arianna could open her mouth again, there was the sound of the throne room door opening every so slightly. A little girl peered in. “Mummy?” Rapunzel’s voice caused a sudden change in demeanor for Cassandra. “I need—” Rapunzel froze at the sight, cautiously she took a few steps closer. “Cassandra?” “How…?” Arianna didn’t understand how her daughter could possibly know the name of this child. “Cassandra!” Rapunzel sprinted forward, her arms wrapping around the older girl. “I knew you weren’t a dream! I knew it! I knew it!” she shouted, pulling Cassandra toward her mother. “I knew it mummy!” she screamed with tears running down her face, clearly frustrated yet happy yet also scared. “What’s going on?” Arianna directed the question at neither girl but at the Captain. “Your Majesty, this is Cassandra, the other little girl we found in the tower.” “Other little girl?”

As you can probably tell from those two AUs writing Captain as a kind of villain in this AU hurts me and I need to make up for it in my own way xD

Prince Eugene of the Dark Kingdom

Third priority on the fic list though many people's fave, this is another fully planned fic.

It follows an AU where Edmund was never capable of giving up Eugene and the man grew to become a protector of the moonstone.

Other Fics (organizes from most written to least written):

A Chance to Raise Them: Two girls were rescued from the child and accepted by the royal family. The missing princess Rapunzel and her older sister Cassandra. Frederic and Arianna are ready to spoil this girls rotten and show them just how horrid Gothel was during those difficult first years in their life.

A year after their rescue a pair of thieves tried to steal Rapunzel's hat leading Cassandra to chase them down. Not knowing what to do with the two Frederic hands them off to Captain to tutor for a few weeks. Needless to say those two weeks become quite a bit longer.

A scene:

When they arrived back at the throne room, Rapunzel wearing her hat again, Cassandra ran across the carpeted floor all the way to Frederic, holding up her arms. “Dad!” Frederic smiled and lifted her up onto his lap. “There are my princesses. How was your day?” Rapunzel went over to Arianna to show off her new clothes. “I captured some thieves!” Cassandra told Frederic. He smiled and nodded. “Did you now?” “She actually did,” the captain said, leading the two boys into the room. Frederic looked past Cassandra. “Oh.” “They tried to take Princess Rapunzel’s hat and Princess Cassandra took chase.” He glared at the black-haired princess, who still looked proud of herself. “I beat the little one in a fight!” “I’m bigger than you!” Flynn shouted back. “And I beat you.” Arianna tilted her head. “And who are these two boys?” “They won’t give me their names. Go by Flynn and Lance, apparently.” The captain crossed his arms. “They’re not first offenders.” “They’re also children,” Arianna pointed out. Captain nodded. “Obviously they can’t be punished as adults but, seeing as they are on a path of criminal careers, I must suggest something be done.” “Anything in mind?” Frederic inquired. The two boys stared at the ground. “Maybe a few weeks down in the dungeon ought to set them straight.” “We’re not putting children in the dungeon,” Arianna said with a roll of her eyes. Frederic looked thoughtful. “Lock them in a tower,” Rapunzel said. “No,” Arianna smiled, “We don’t do that Rapunzel.” “Mother had a rule for people who stole,” Cassandra began to suck on her thumb, despite being too old for such a gesture. “We don’t do that either, Cassandra,” Frederic said. “That’s why Gothel went to prison and never came out again.” Cassandra stopped sucking on her thumb. “They could stay with Captain? He’s strict. He makes the guards who aren’t good enough run until they look like they’re going to die. That would teach them not to steal.” The captain smiled. “My guards can quit whenever they want. They stay because my methods are effective,” he argued. “I train my men well.” “Captain, she may actually be onto something.” He frowned. “Would you be willing to take on these young boys for a little while, help them to learn the ways of the law? At least until they’re willing to tell you who they are so their parents can deal with them?” Captain looked down at the young boys with a sigh. “I… I guess I could try.” Frederic nodded. “Then it’s decided. They’ll stay with you.”

The Moon Slave: An AU where Corona was one of many kingdoms that has a strict class system where debt could easily lead to a loss of freedom. Eugene was an escaped slave planning to use a stolen crown to pay for a new life in another kingdom until the blonde got in the way. When he returned the lost princess and was granted his freedom, he technically accomplished his goals. But then one day e finds Rapunzel has taken a slave of her own, a young woman named Cassandra, and Eugene finds his loyalty for the princess wavering despite Rapunzel's lack of understanding.

A scene:

Rapunzel didn’t understand Eugene’s past. She tried to; she asked Eugene, who brushed her off; she asked her father, who just chuckled and said that past was over; she asked her mother, who looked sad and shook her head, mumbling something about politics. Eugene said he hadn’t always had freedom, the same as Rapunzel, but somewhat different. That was as close to an explanation as Rapunzel could get, and she hated it. It told her nothing.

Warrior of Glass: Captain was an overprotective dad and Cassandra claimed it wasn't justified. Rapunzel had no reason not to believe her best friend so when Captain refuses to let Cassandra take part in the Challenge of the Brave, Rapunzel and Eugene make a plan to distract Captain while Cassandra takes part.

But then Captain explains about a condition Cassandra has and the realization that they made a huge mistake strikes faster than lightning.

(random AU one-shot thing)

Two Lovers in a Tower: Gothel convinces Eugene, after falling in love with Rapunzel, that the tower is the only way to ensure Rapunzel's safety. Eugene moved into the tower, but there's something wrong with all of this and he can't put his finger on what.

The Poison Palace: After Eugene returns the lost princess, he is accepted with open arms by the king and queen. Pardoned for his past. But the longer he spends in the palace, the iller he is getting. And Cassandra suspects there may be foul play afoot.

Mother Knows Best: Corona heavily prosecutes any magic. Gothel rescues a blonde baby before she can be killed for the magic in her hair. Years later, said blonde leaves the safety of the tower with the dashing thief Flynn Rider. He thinks this mother is keeping her daughter hostage until Rapunzel reveals to him her magic and suddenly he is made aware he's leading this girl to her death, but she thinks this is another trick from the thief and is determined to see the lights. Eugene is forced to team up with Gothel to rescue Rapunzel before Corona can have its way with her.

Queen of Amber: Arianna is encased in amber and Frederic filled with rage attempts to kill the young alchemist.

Partners in Crime: Neither Eugene nor Rapunzel make the princess connection and instead they leave Corona to be thieves together. However, after Flynn Rider's escape, Captain steps down making Cassandra hungry for vengeance. She seeks down Flynn Rider, captures him and it is only when Rapunzel begs for his freedom that she realises the brunette standing before her is no mere thief, but rather Corona's missing princess.

Islands Together: Owl never got Eugene and Rapunzel. Captain left the island with his new four-year-old Cassandra. The people of Corona are quite spooked at first, but eventually just accept this.

Except for one person, when Cassandra sees her father cuddling his new four-year-old daughter something in her breaks and Corona was not ready for it.

Strongbow Along for the Ride: Lance never went to prison, and it wasn't one but two thieves who broke into the tower on that faithful day.

What Was Lost In The Great Tree: Cassandra didn't just injure her hand but died in the Great Tree. The gang has to move on but can Rapunzel face her destiny with this guilt in her heart?

Queen For Longer Than a Day: Frederic and Arianna died in the snowstorm and Rapunzel had to navigate the complicated route of being the youngest monarch in the seven kingdoms. She has Eugene and Cassandra by her side to guide her but will their support be enough? Especially with the ever-growing threat of the black rocks surrounding the kingdom?

Royalty Can't Date a Thief: Though Eugene is granted a pardon and a chance at a new life, Frederic forbids the princess to date an ex-thief. So Eugene gets a job as her bodyguard and they date in secret despite the risks that carries.

Unknowingly Indentured: Upon bringing Cassandra back from Gothel's cottage Frederic commands she will be a servant for the rest of her days in response to her mother's crimes. Captain, unable to tell Cassandra the truth, just pretends the servitude is normal and Cassandra doesn't find out until she is forbidden from leaving alongside the princess and Eugene due to her duties.

Amber Alchemist: Quirin never pushed Varian out of the way and instead finds his son consumed by amber. He confronts his old king and is more than willing to confront the moonstone itself if that's what it takes to save his son.

Cassandra and the Ghost Girl: Zhan Tiri reached a young Cassandra through dreams, slowly convincing her that Gothel is an unfit mother and that she and her younger sister Rapunzel must escape the tower.

Cassandra does and Zhan Tiri leads them to the Dark Kingdom where Cassandra gets her hands on the moonstone.

But when Zhan Tiri is unable to get the sisters to fight, she leads them back to Corona so they can be cared for. Knowing she'd get them to fight eventually.

Many are scared of Cassandra who they know killed her own mother and is often caught talking to herself, but her adoptive parents do love her and Captain who is more often than not her personal bodyguard teaches her to fight.

A scene:

Arianna holds her close. “She’s dangerous,” Frederic says. “She’s a child,” argues Arianna. “She killed her own mother.” Arianna frowned. “I know that. I know she’s dangerous. But she’s a child, she needs love and care. Someone has to be brave enough to give that to her.”

(the highlight of this short AU is when everybody learns the child they thought had lost a part of her sanity was actually just being harassed by an invisible demon)

And then there's a few other fics that I don't think I'll be continuing ever so I won't include in this post!

If you want to know more about ANY of these fics, please, do not hesitate to ask, privately, publicly, some of these I have chapters and chapters, pages upon pages of notes, I would have loved to say more but... Well, this is already pretty long.

[fushipurro]

In the Shadows of Love

Chapter 2 - Rabbit

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☆ Content: 18+ MDNI, domestic fluff, depression, mentions of blood (small cut), angst

☆ Word Count: 4.1k

It’s been a few weeks since Toji moved in next-door, and you haven’t spoken or seen much of him since the night you met his son, only hearing the typical noise of their coming and goings. Compared to your first impression, they’ve been better neighbors than you hoped they’d be. Aka, they’re quiet.

Tonight, you decided it was time for some real food, and so, you made your way out to the grocery store to grab all the necessities needed to restock your home.

Little are you aware, Toji had the same idea.

“Do you always go shopping this late?”

You turn around to see not only Toji, but Megumi as well, positioned right at his side. His features are covered up by both a frog plushie he holds close to his face as well as Toji’s leg, but you’re still able to make out one green eye staring right at you.

“Hey Toji.” You smile, moving your head to get a better look at the boy. “Hi Megumi.” He mumbles the word “rabbit” into his stuffed animal, sucking in his lips.

“Megs, what did we talk about?” Toji lightly scolds, reminding his son of your name after. Megumi looks down at the ground with a now saddened look, mumbling an apology.

“No worries, it’s all good,” you assure the young boy with a lighthearted chuckle to ease the tension. “Call me whatever you would like, ‘Gumi.” You wink.

He seems to enjoy the new nickname for him, and you don’t miss the blush that creeps up over his cheeks. Toji softens up, turning his attention back to you. “Tough day at work?” he asks, and it’s only then you realize you must’ve missed a dot of concealer under your eyes.

“Eh, sort of.” You pause, finding the right words to use to not come off like you’re dumping your woes onto him. “Had a lot of meetings today for an upcoming project, and not nearly enough sleep,” you give a weak laugh after, fiddling with the fabric of your sleeves with your free hand.

“Why don’t I drive you home then when you’re done shopping?” he offers.

You look at him surprised, needing to swallow first before you respond, “Oh, no, that’s okay ─ I don’t want to be a burden. We’re not that far from home anyways.”

His eyebrows furrow slightly. “It’s no big deal,” he insists, “I’d feel better taking you home than leavin’ you to walk home at this hour all alone.”

“R-really Toji, it’s okay,” you try to reassure him, adding a forced smile to top it off. You catch Megumi’s eyes moving between both you and his father. “I’m sure you two would rather get home than wait around for me.”

Toji drops one hand over the crown of Megumi’s head, roughing up his already unruly hair. “We’re fine, right kid?” The boy flashes him a glance, seemingly softening up to your presence. “Yeah, we’re fine,” he croons. “It’s not like I’m dropping you off on the other side of town,” he chuckles, the sound rolling off his gravelly voice in such a way even you can’t resist any further.

The two begin to idly follow you around, occasionally picking up their own desires here and there, but mainly curious over your selections. It’s kind of fun ─ even for you, to see what food others are interested in or getting to share your own favorites.

You spend some time as you walk trying to plan meals for the week. You hope to come up with something that can be utilized as leftovers, that way you have more time to focus on work. Eventually, you settle on making vegetable soup, at least for tonight.

It’s easy enough to make, plenty bit healthy, and you can leave it to simmer on the stove giving you time to wind down after all your hard work today. You can’t help but laugh when Megumi recoils at the sight of the bell peppers you add to your cart for the recipe.

“Not a fan, I take it?” you ask, and he shakes his head multiple times, even putting up his stuffed animal in front of his face as though it’ll save him from the evil vegetable that threatens his life.

“I keep tellin’ him to not be picky over his food,” Toji grunts, grabbing one of the peppers and teasing it in front of Megumi’s face. He simpers but avoids overdoing it so his son doesn’t leave here today traumatized.

Megumi decides he would be safer stepping away from his father to hide behind your leg this time, making you smile at the gesture.

“I wasn’t always a fan either, but once I grew up more, I came to love them,” you say, exaggerating ever so slightly to make a point. It isn’t a lie, but it does have Megumi looking up at you with a skeptic look ─ maybe a bit of intrigue as well. “But we all have things we don’t like, and that’s okay too,” you say to appease his worried thoughts.

“I think we should do that for dinner then,” Toji muses, mischief lacing his words. “He can watch you eat them and see what he’s missing out on.”

Both you and Megumi stare at the man like a doe and her fawn caught in the headlights. Smooth move inviting you to dinner with his son present. Now you’re can hardly refuse his offer, but would it be so bad just to accept? That thought continues in your mind as you finish up your shopping, fixing to head into the checkout aisle.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t interested, especially considering how much more relaxed you’re becoming around them. It’s nice not feeling the need to make yourself smaller or stutter every sentence, but it doesn’t make your thoughts any less so overwhelming at times. While it’s true he’s the one inviting you, that could also be out of courtesy as opposed to any actual interest. It wouldn’t shock you either way knowing how people are.

While lost in the onslaught of your reverie, you carelessly forgot to place a divider between yours and Toji’s groceries. You tense up, seeing that the cashier has already scanned a few of your items before you muster the courage to speak up, “I’m so sorry, but uh ─ we’re…not together.”

“You’re not?” the older woman responds with an “Oh my” gesture with a hand in front of her mouth to match. “I’m sorry, Miss. I thought you two were married. You sure do look the part!” she giggles innocently.

You can’t help the warm glow that bubbles of. Because of Megumi, no doubt. It does remind you however that you’ve not seen or heard his mother in the week since they moved in. It makes you wonder where she even is or if she’s still in the picture. At the end of the day, you feel that that’s his business, and yours not to ask. You wouldn’t appreciate others prodding at you for your life’s history, so you don’t plan on asking unless you absolutely need to.

Toji intervenes with a credit card neatly between his fingers like a game of cards. “All good, I’ll pay for everything,” he declares.

“Toji, I can’t let you do this, that’s too much!” you argue.

“I can if I want to have you over for dinner tonight,” he refutes, “We’ll be taking from each other’s ingredients anyways.”

“So then let me pay for half,” you try and offer up, shifting your hand to reach inside your purse to find your wallet.

Toji shakes his head, stopping you with his free hand. “No need, you can buy something nicer that money now.” His grin drips with satisfaction, already savoring an early victory. Megumi can’t help but look up from between you both again, raising an eyebrow curiously.

After successfully paying, Toji takes all the bags into his arms leaving you with just your purse in one hand, and Megumi’s palm in the other. He was the first to initiate it, and you’re more than happy to accept.

“Thank you for shopping with us,” the cashier waves as the three of you step away to leave, her eyes drifting to yours with a knowing smile. “And good luck, Miss!” she whispers and winks, hoping only you would hear (plot twist: he hear it too).

Thankfully, Toji’s car is parked close enough, but in no way did you expect to see a sleek black sports car turn on with the click of his key fob.

You make enough as a bartender to afford this?

One might argue that you should be the one driving luxury cars when your job description includes modeling as a key component. But as life is right now, you merely earn enough to pay the bills and then some. Your apartment isn’t anything grandiose either; if he can afford this sweet ride, then why not his own house?

His trunk opens with another press of the button, and Toji effortlessly places the bags down inside. Meanwhile, you assist Megumi with getting him into his car seat. He proves to be reliable enough to do it himself, so your main job is to hold his plush until he’s situated properly.

The interior of the car is just as pleasing to the eye as the outside with perfectly stitched leather seats and a clean floor to match. Your fingers make a beeline for the seat warmers to stave off the cold from your body. It’s early enough in the fall season still to have warmth during the day, but nights like tonight were chilly.

As you make yourself comfortable, you take notice to a jitte-styled weapon hanging off his rearview mirror in the form of a silver charm with a chain connecting to the pommel. It’s very unique, but you find it to be fitting for someone like Toji to have.

Toji comes down into the driver’s side a moment later and you’re hit with a sudden realization that you’re in his car. It’s more nerve-wracking now to be closed off in such a way with someone so new in your life. It doesn’t help that there isn’t any music playing to distract you either, but you feel more at ease with Megumi in the back. His car, his rules, not that it takes all that long to get home driving as opposed if you walked. His phone goes off a couple times along the way, but ultimately, he decides to let it run through to voicemail.

He parks his car in the building’s designated lot, tossing you his keys once outside without so much as a warning. You nearly fumble trying not to drop them, and thankfully you don’t, saving you the embarrassment.

“You mind taking Megs up first? I gotta make a call,” he asks.

“Yeah, no problem,” you reply, opening the door for the child in question. Megumi hands you his plushie once more so he can get out, wordlessly handing it back as you take his free hand into yours.

“Thanks, doll. I’ll be right behind you.”

You take your time heading up to the fourth floor at Megumi’s pace. You don’t mind given that it’s a school day, so he’s most likely as tuckered out as you are from working overtime.

Despite the fact that all the apartments in your building have the same floorplan, it still comes as a shock to you as you enter their home. Your sense of style comes easy to you with everything elaborately placed in all the colors you enjoy as well as trinkets on the walls to decorate the place. But Toji’s place? It’s simple, minimalistic, and true to what you know of him.

It's hard to tell what kind of things he enjoys when the personality you do see comes in the form of toys intended for Megumi’s usage. His other décor is scarce, the walls especially. Not a single shelf, artwork, or picture frame is to be found. He does however have a bookshelf but before you can think to read the titles, Megumi pulls on your hand, leading you over to the couch.

He turns the TV on easily enough, flipping channels until coming across some documentary about wolves that piques his interest. You don’t say anything for the sake of conversation, instead opting to take the win with how much he’s relaxing around you. The two of you may be more alike than you realize.

The front door opens after a short while with the sound of bags to follow. You leave your spot ─ much to Megumi’s discontent ─ to help his father with the door and getting to the kitchen area.

“I’m glad you accepted my offer,” he tells you while starting to unpack the groceries. You notice he puts aside most of your purchases, save for the assortment of peppers and a few other basic ingredients. “I’m not much of a cook as I am a barkeep but what are you hungry for?”

Taking into account everything laying out on the counters and what might be suitable for Megumi to eat, you come up with a few options in your head, one of which would take no time at all to whip up. So, you end up suggesting to the man, “Hmm, how about a stir fry?”

“Works for me,” He answers, pushing aside everything he’s certain to not need. There’s a good amount of ginger between the two of you which inadvertently gives you an idea in your head.

“Would it be alright if I help you cook?” you plead, “I have something I’d like to try for Megumi.”

“Sure, knock yourself out.” He winks.

Toji tasks himself with handling the meat, ensuring there’s plenty to go around. You on the other hand start your work with the vegetables, making sure to use a few peppers but also focusing on the ginger. The goal in mind ─ a ginger sauce. The flavor might be enough to distract Megumi from the taste of peppers, ensuring he gets a balanced meal.

You look over the counter into the living room where the boy sits, still engrossed in the documentary now showing off a pair of black and white wolves glued to each other’s side. It reminds you of a time when you were younger when Animal Planet or Discovery had better shows to watch compared to some of the cartoons airing. You’ll never forget the joy of catching an episode with Steve Irwin and whatever he was up to, making a mental note to see if Megumi would enjoy it too.

You soon finish up making the sauce, moving onto the rest of the vegetables to work on. While cutting them up to perfection, you can’t help but auto-pilot as your thoughts take over, wondering what the meaning behind tonight is.

Megumi’s mother doesn’t appear to be here currently. What would she think if she knew you were making dinner to enjoy with Toji and her son? The two of you have yet to meet, so in a way, it feels wrong.

A casual dinner between neighbors is one thing, but then comes a darker thought from the back of your mind that begs the question: is there some ulterior motive?

Being someone’s mistress is nowhere to be found on your bucket list. And while Toji hasn’t shown you any obvious red flags… how much do you really know about someone?

You hate that you think the worst of any given situation, but it’s not like you’re able to control it, at least right now. You’ve been through too much in life to not be this way to protect yourself from the cruelty of others. It doesn’t matter how detrimental it can be.

All you can hope at the end of the day is that Toji is different, unlike all that have come before. In time maybe you’ll get the answers to all the questions you have, or at least be able to come out unscathed.

“Shit.”

So long as you don’t forget that you’re the only one holding the knife.

Toji turns to you in a heartbeat at the sound of your hiss. “You alright?”

“Y-yeah,” you mumble, pulling your hand away to see fresh blood trickling down your finger. It makes your stomach turn upside down and you’re quick to look away, feeling the burning sensation come on. “It’s nothing,” you assure the man.

He gently scoops your hand into his own, examining the injury with a focused expression. If you were of a sound mind, you might’ve noticed how your heart fluttered in this moment, but the painful sensation from your finger is too distracting.

“I can finish up here if you wanna get that cleaned up. I got a kit in the bathroom you can help yourself to.” He pauses, glancing up to your glossy expression. “You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m okay, thanks.” You nod and he hesitantly releases his hold on you with a noticeable exhale.

You leave the room, heading down the empty hallway to where you know the bathroom to be. The kit is easy to find underneath the sink, surprisingly stocked with more than enough supplies ─ save for any bandages not designed for kids. The thought of Toji wearing these little animal faces over a wound brings a smile back to your face as you rinse off the cut under the sink with soap and water.

In the reflection of the mirror, you spot Megumi standing in the doorway with his eyes on you. “Hi ‘Gumi.” You turn to face him, starting to apply the bandage to your finger.

He enters the bathroom, staring up with a worried look. “Are you okay?” he asks with a low voice; his eyes appearing to gloss over slightly.

“I’ll be fine, just had a little accident is all,” you try and say to make him feel better.

“Are you going to leave me?”

Huh? Leave?

“No, why would I leave you?” you ask with a gentle voice, but he doesn’t reply. Instead, you hear a muffled sniffle as he lowers his head. It breaks your heart to see him like this. You crouch down, pulling him into a tight embrace. “I’m not going anywhere, ‘Gumi,” you promise.

Now you really hope Tsumiki’s right about Toji.

Megumi returns the hug and after a minute you both pull away and return to the living room together, hand in hand. It’s not long after that Toji declares dinner to be ready, and the three of you settle around the dining table, ready to eat up.

The first bite has your eyes widening out of surprise. You may have handled some of the sauce and seasonings, but Toji cooked the rest to perfection despite his claim about not being a good cook.

“Toji, this is really good.” You beam to the man, and he grins back confidently.

“Yeah? I think that’s just your work speaking,” he chuckles. “How ‘bout you, Megs?”

Megumi takes a cautious bite that includes one of the red peppers mixed in. His chewing is slow at first, but eventually relaxes and he moves to take another bite. “I like it,” he says, simple as that, and you’re glad it’s another win for you.

Toji was right earlier about Megumi watching you eat. The boy almost tries to make it a competition to keep up with you, but neither of you can beat out the large bites Toji takes of his plate. As much as grocery shopping can tell you of someone’s interests, so can the way they eat.

In this instance, Toji’s plate is adorned with large portions of meat, equally large in size so you know that’s his favorite. Megumi on the other hand seems more intent on getting as much of the sauce as he can get onto every single bite; perhaps he’s a fan of the ginger? He doesn’t finish all his peppers, but you’re happy he’s making the effort to try, nonetheless.

In the effort of making conversation this time, you start to ask, “So… Megumi, how old are you?”

His reply comes in the form of a mumble between bites, “Five.”

“Are you in kindergarten then?” He nods his head, taking a sip of his drink of choice from a pink elephant themed cup.

Toji chimes in, “Yeah, he just started it this season. Part of why we moved here.”

“Oh yeah?” You redirect your gaze to Megumi. “How do you like it so far?”

He seems unsure on how to reply with his typical quiet nature. You hope you aren’t pressing him too much with the questioning, despite your best intentions. Toji ends up answering for him, “He seems to like it.” He starts, taking another bite. “Kid’s got a few friends ─ what are their names again? Yuji, Nobara?” Megumi nods in turn, looking embarrassed like his biggest secret was just revealed. Toji turns back to you. “How about you, have you lived here long?”

“A few years now, I think…” your voice trails off as your eyes wander to the cityscape view beyond the windows. Nighttime has come and the moon is shining overtop the lights of the city, gleaming into the apartment. “I moved here as soon as I was able to and haven’t looked back.”

He hums with acknowledgement, standing from his seat, taking your dishes in the process.

“Oh, please, let me help clean,” you offer. “It’s the least I can do for everything tonight.”

He declines with a “Nope”, putting an emphasis on the P by way of a pop. “You already helped with the cooking, why don’t you relax with Megs till I finish up?”

You’re quickly starting to see that there is no such thing as winning in arguments when pitted against Toji. You’ll just have to find some other way to show your appreciation at a later date.

Megumi leads you over to the coffee table where he pulls out some paper and crayons to draw with. You decide to sit at the edge of the couch next to him, letting yourself relax as Toji suggested. This wasn’t the night of vegetable soup in bed that you originally planned for, but this unexpected event turned out to not be so bad, earlier thoughts aside.

Toji soon finishes up, making his way into the living room, where he leans himself over the back of the couch close to you both. At that point, Megumi’s drawing is complete, and he holds it up for you to take.

“For me?” You accept the sheet of paper and on it is Megumi’s best attempt at some rabbits he’s outlined in pink with red circles for eyes. It has your name written in the corner with as close a match to the color of your shirt, which also happens to be your favorite color. “Thank you, ‘Gumi, I love it!”

You ruffle his hair in appreciation which turns his face a bright red color. He goes back to coloring while you stand up from your seat, turning to Toji whose own face conveys a myriad of emotions you can’t quite read.

He snaps back to reality, nudging his head in the direction of the kitchen. “I’ve got your groceries bagged up on the counter for you, if you’re ready to get going.”

“Oh, thank you,” you reply, walking in that direction with the man.

“Hey.” He pauses for a brief second. “I’m glad you came over, and I hope you’ll come back. I’m sure Megs would love that too.”

You listen to his words while taking your bags in hand. “Of course, I’d be happy to,” you tell him, and honestly? You don’t even believe you’re lying. This was the nice, casual dinner you were hoping for.

Being around Toji forces you out of your comfort zone, but so far, it’s not been bad. Megumi is such a sweetheart too that you almost hate even thinking of his father in a lesser light. You just need to work through your trust issues and hope for the best. Hope that in whatever this is, that only something good will come of it.

“I’ll see you around sometime, Toji. Bye, Megumi!” you call out to the latter who gives you a quick wave in return.

“See you, neighbor.” Toji says, standing in the threshold of his apartment, long enough to watch you enter your own before returning back to his.

You sigh in relief once all your groceries are unpacked and put away. After a long day of meetings and the dinner next-door, the only thing on your mind now is catching up on sleep with Tsumiki resting happily in your arms.

You’ll need all the energy you can get to prepare for what’s to come.

☆ Notes: this chapter had i believe the most revision done for it cause boy was it messy originally lol. i still worry if there's enough of a balance between dialogue and descriptive text so i hope it's fine!

megumi is a tad bit hard for me to write at times cause honestly i'm not very interested in kids, especially younger ones plus i'm an aunt to an autistic child so my experiences are a lot different from others. HOWEVER i would mother megumi so hard if given the chance (tsumiki too)

[kittystargen3]

Alternate Universe- What if Anakin's mother survived and Anakin never went dark side. Padme has the twins on Tatooine and survives. Anakin tries to help the surviving Jedi, while still keeping his family secret. Meanwhile Darth Sidious has been crowned emperor and is going after the remaining Jedi. Rumors have it he's looking for a new apprentice. Anakin gets to be a daddy.

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Chapter 96 - Arrangements

Ahsoka Tano was on a Waystation in the Gordian Reach.  Even though the Rebellion no longer had its main station in the sector, Anakin thought that the station was worth preserving.  It was useful for sending messages back and forth, certainly.  He thought it would be strategic to keep its location secret, and it was her job to keep up a sort of shield around it with the Force.  That way any imperialists who came into the system would barely give it a second thought.  It was a boring job, but one that was crucial.  Her experience in war taught her that if you can’t get messages where you need them, having the best army was pointless.  

But tonight would not be a boring night.  Galen Merek would be there as well.  If there’s anything two lineage-mates could be trusted to do, it's to compare stories about their shared master.  And it’s a good thing Anakin wasn’t going to be around, because she had some embarrassing stories to tell.  It was going to be fun.  

Ahsoka checked on the stash of snacks she’d stored away for their evening watch, then she finished the meditation to build up the shield with the Force again.  Keeping the shield running was a simple task.  The only complication is that it must be redone every so many hours, especially during the night hours, where the Force seems to decide to unwind every shield on its own.  Ahsoka would be questioning why this was, but in her experience, sometimes the Force was just odd.  

After this was finished, she bounced down to the three main quarters this station possessed.  When Galen arrived earlier, he had been tired and grumpy.  Like Obi-Wan without meditation.  She had supposed that must be the reason why.  He just needed a nap and a good meditation, and he’d be back to normal.  

“Ga-aaa-len,” she called.  

“Wha- oh, Soka?” Galen appeared at the door.  He still looked a little tired, though less grumpy, as he returned her smile.  

“You said you’d do the night shift with me.”

Galen nodded, and he reached back to get a coat.  “I did say that, didn’t I?”

“You don’t have to, if you still need to rest.” Ahsoka offered, hiding her disappointment.

“No, I said I’d help you.  It’s what I’m gonna do.” Galen stepped out and started walking down the hallway.

Ahsoka smiled and followed him.  He just needed a little something to make him laugh, she figured.  “You know there was this time when Sky-Guy had this idea on how to improve the range of one of the cannons.  But we didn’t have anything to test it with.  And it would’ve been a very bad idea to test the canon with real artillery.  But we did have Muja Fruit seized from some counterfeit traders in the outer rim…” 

Galen smiled, anticipating the ending to the story.  Ahsoka took it as a good sign, and she went on.  

“Juice got everywhere!  Almost every ship in that hangar went from white to pink.  Then Rex came in to give Anakin a message from the battlefront, and he suddenly went all gungho on cleaning.  He usually didn’t care about Master Obi-Wan’s opinion that much, but the Master was on his way.  We scrubbed the ships for hours.  You know, on reflection, Padme was with Obi-Wan when he arrived… So that probably had something to do with it.” Ahsoka laughed at it to herself.  “It’s hard to remember, but apparently they were married at the time.” 

She shrugged her shoulders, making light of it, until Galen groaned.  

“What’s wrong?” She decided to ask.  

“Please, I don’t need this now.  I just got off the comm with my Dad, and he’s got the whole Council on his side apparently.”

“Hmm?” Ahsoka’s brow furrowed with confusion.  She didn’t understand the family thing.  Though to her, Plo, Anakin and Obi-Wan were like her family.  She barely remembered her own real family.  

“Marriage,” he filled in.   “Apparently, I’ve been dating Juno for long enough that he thinks we should get married.”

“Oh.” This was one of those awkward conversations she was not ready for.  “Well, you two are cute together.” Which was apparently the wrong answer because he groaned again.  “But it’s none of my business.”

Galen sighed. “Thanks.  I do want to, you know.  I want to marry her one day.  It’s just that with the war going on, it doesn’t feel like the right time.  How am I supposed to split my attention between fighting and a homelife?  And as soon as we get married, he’s going to be asking us about having children.  I am not ready to be a father!”

“Hmm.” Ahsoka hummed.  “It might be because I remember a time when Jedi who fell in love had to either leave the order, like your parents, or love in secret, like Anakin and Padme.  But I don’t think you have to worry about being ready to marry her.  You love her, you’d make it work.   But don’t feel rushed into anything either.  Especially not into having kids.”

“Can I quote you on that?  It might help if my father really does get the council on his side.”

“I don’t know how my opinion would stand up against the council, but sure.  Why not?”

Galen stared, mouth agape at her.  “You know your opinion matters a lot to them.  Especially to Master Anakin.” Ahsoka blushed.  “There wasn’t a time when I didn’t hear ‘Soka would do it this way.’  I used to feel very intimidated by you.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Ahsoka didn’t know what to say.  She did not expect him to tell her that.  

“Don’t worry about it.  Luke had it worse.  His Master’s old Padawan was his father!”  

“That’s true.”  Ahsoka nodded along.  “Say, do you want to hear a really embarrassing tale about Master Sky-Guy?”  She offered.  

His mouth opened with the biggest smile.  “Do I ever?”

[absolutepokemontrash]

Hi! So, I absolutely love your series where the MC is the kid of Lucifer, and I was wondering if I could request that with Diavolo and Barbatos? •v•

:0 you definitely can! Right now I’m just doing Diavolo, but Barb’s will be up sometime soon!

MC is Half Demon and Oh Shit They’re Diavolo’s Kid-

Diavolo wasn’t exactly what one would expect of the prince of Hell, I mean, he was suppressing the urge to bounce in his seat from pure excitement. I mean, his exchange program was starting! Humans, demons, and angels, all together, his dream was coming true.

All that was left was for the student to arrive, the portal opened, and the human fell flat on their back. Oof, maybe Diavolo should have set up some kind of landing zone filled with pillows. No matter! The human was-

…

What peculiar eyes this human had…

Oh… oh dear…

Dad-volo

The MC was his child, no question about it. This was… very unexpected. Well, the entire assembly hall was completely quiet, and the kid looked like they were getting impatient.

“HEY! Mind telling me what the hell is going on?!”

After that, Diavolo launches into his explanation, also the explanation that he’s definitely this kid’s dad. Kid was not impressed, they tried to square up with Diavolo and Lucifer had never been more confused as to what to do.

Well, the moment MC sprouted wings and launched themselves at Diavolo, Dia caught them with one hand and continued speaking like nothing happened.

MC, please calm down… Diavolo didn’t know they existed, let him make it up to them! They’re going to stay at the Demon Lord’s Castle! Dia’s going to be a good dad!

“This feels like the plot to the world’s most messed up fairytale.” MC jammed their hands into their pockets and grumbled. “I get sucked into hell and find out I’m royalty there. Great.”

Diavolo managed to smile and awkwardly reach out to give them a pat on the head, then retracted his hand after the kid shot him a glare. “Well, it’s not a very traditional fairytale, but I’m sure you’ll enjoy your time here.”

“Mm, sure.” MC mumbled.

Okay, so his child wasn’t that enthusiastic about the exchange program, but Diavolo was sure they’d come around.

Dia tried everything he could possibly think of to get his kid to both like him and enjoy their time as an exchange student. A lot of things had… mixed results.

Also, legally recognizing MC as his child and legitimizing them caused a big stink amongst the nobles who were opposed to the exchange program to begin with. So MC then had to deal with a few assassins. Wonderful. Fantastic. Show stopping. Dia, be a good dad and comfort your angsty murder target- I MEAN preteen.

They do manage to build a good relationship fairly quickly despite their less than stellar first impressions, and Diavolo made them a promise that he knew he wouldn’t ever break: he would let them live as normal a childhood as possible.

This means that MC gets to do all the normal kid stuff that Diavolo wasn’t allowed to do. It honestly works out great for everyone. MC gets to live their life, Diavolo gets the satisfaction of knowing that his kid’s having fun, and Barbatos doesn’t need to worry about MC causing chaos in the castle.

Man… does this kid’s magic potential scare the shit out of everyone though…

Tired Uncle Lucifer

No. This has to be a violation of his worker rights. It cannot be legal for him to be this stressed.

He knew this exchange program was a bad idea. LUCIFER FUCKING KNEW IT. This kid was judging him. Why did he suddenly feel self conscious about every single one of his features? This child was picking him apart and they hadn’t even said anything!

He confiscated Asmo’s phone immediately, this was a matter of national security! Satan’s too! Beel as- oh shit Lucifer may have to give Beel the heimlich maneuver, then take his phone.

When all the brothers eventually got back to the HOL, they were greeted with Mammon getting shaken down by Levi.

“Lucifer! Ya won’t believe this! Levi- what’s wrong with you?” “The exchange student is Diavolo’s child.” “What..?” “*pops the cork off a bottle of Demonus* the exchange student’s Diavolo’s child.”

The worst part about this kid was that they took to the privileges of being royalty like a fish to water. MC went out and did whatever the fuck they wanted, and Lucifer needed to make sure a state of national emergency wasn’t called just because MC picked a fight at RAD.

It didn’t help that MC was just so unimpressed with Lucifer. Anytime Lucifer would tell them not to do something they would just raise their eyebrows and challenge his authority without saying a word.

What the fuck.jpg

The things he does for his prince boyfriend…

Cool Uncle Mammon

Huh, so this little pipsqueak is Lord Diavolo‘s kid? Hm, do ya think they’d let him into the royal treasury? No? Okay… lame.

Mammon then decides this kid would be just perfect for scamming people! Who is going to say no to the Crown Prince’s kid? A suicidal person, that’s who!

And the kid is… up for it? Wow, Mammon didn’t even have to grovel! Awesome!

It’s such a shame that Lucifer came in and promptly removed MC from Mammon’s presence. Tsk, killjoy…

Mammon and MC do get along swimmingly after MC stops angsting. Whenever they hang out it’s pure chaos.

And they would have gotten away with it too- wait, they do get away with it. Because who’s going to question the Crown Prince’s kid? >:)

Reclusive Uncle Leviathan

Levi was in the middle of throttling Mammon for his money back when Lucifer burst through the door looking like he had spent over 1000 Grimm on a gacha game only to not get the card he wanted.

And where was that human he said would be staying with them? Huh? The human’s HUH????!!!!

… wack. Maybe he shouldn’t have skipped out on that Student Council Meeting…

Either way, ew, new person he needed to talk to. NO THANKS. Well, no thanks until MC started to visit the HOL to hang out with Mammon. Of course those two normies decided to bug him. OF COURSE.

Levi finally snapped when MC loudly proclaimed that they could totally beat Levi in Mario Kart. Haha, NO. Levi challenged the little runt to a 1 v 1 race on Rainbow Road.

Kid lost. Obviously. Rainbow Road is rigged.

Honestly, kid’s alright. Still a total normie, but not completely terrible.

Cat Uncle Satan

Huh, a half human child of the soon to be demon king, how very interesting.

Oh, and just look at Lucifer’s face. :D priceless. Satan wished he was fast enough to get his DDD out to snap a picture, but he wasn’t able to…

But back to MC, oh how very intriguing. How much power do they have in comparison to Diavolo? Will using that power rip their fragile little body apart? Would they learn to control it? Satan was just dying to find out.

His feelings on the child themselves were mixed at best. They were clearly unhappy with the situation and Satan could sympathize, being thrust into a completely new world and then being told you can’t leave and are also royalty? That has to be hard. But this kid was still being an unreasonable little shit.

Satan continued to try and study MC from afar until the kid themselves walked right up to him and half demanded half pleaded for his help in studying for a test.

Not being one to avoid an opportunity to flex how smart he is, Satan agreed to help out. (Nerrrrd)

And honestly, it went well. When the kid wasn’t being a little shit, they were actually quite pleasant to be around.

Overly Affectionate Uncle Asmo

…wut

Listen, when Asmo asked Lucifer to pick a cute human, he didn’t mean cute as in CHILD.

This kid was DIAVOLO’S?! What lucky human had gotten to have the experience of [Jesus Fucking Christ, Asmo I’m not writing what he said for the sake of the nation]

Anyhoo~ little MC just made his heart go “SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE SO CUTE!” They were so cute Asmo could just eat them up!

But they were so mean! That scowl they always had on was going to give them wrinkles and ruin their perfectly cute face!

Sigh, oh well. He can’t manually rearrange people’s expressions. What he can do is take this child shopping. Poor Diavolo was constantly in his RAD uniform, this poor innocent baby shouldn’t have to suffer the same fate.

The kid continued to scowl at everything, but at the same time, their little quips were very entertaining. This little kid spitting verbal venom at anyone who displeased them reminded Asmo of someone… he just couldn’t place who, but they definitely had amazing hair and a cute face :3

Hungry Uncle Beel

Where’s the takeout- I mean human? What’s happening? …are all humans this small? Dang, that’s barely enough for a snack.

So the human’s not going to live with us because they’re not fully human and Diavolo’s kid? Huh. Wild. Anyway, what’s for dinner?

Beel’s not too invested in this drama, he misses Belphie too much to be that interested…

The kid’s weirdly interested in how cool and strong Beel is though. MC tails him to the gym pretty often.

Diavolo and Beel already being gym buddies send tweet-

Since this benevolent little shit likes Beel so much, they decided to take it upon themselves to help with the family drama.

Beel finds that very sweet 🥺

Murder sleepy Uncle Belphie

Oh man… if you thought Belphie was being unfair to L!MC due to their parentage… hoo boy…

When this kid waltzed up the attic steps like they ran the place, Belphie needed to hold himself back from trying to break down the door and throttle this kid.

Pff, of course Diavolo would have a half human kid. Of course.

…kid beat the shit out of him when he tried to kill them. We stan this MC.

After all is said and done, Belphie still isn’t overly fond of MC. They’re brash and rude and only funny 40% of the time. They don’t even like napping 😒

But Beel likes the little runt, so Belphie and MC put up with each other.

Bonus! Your Angelic Uncle Simeon’s Chihuahua

:0 friend!

MC: *speaks*

>:0 not friend! Begone! *throws crucifix*

[cinnamonest]

Yandere Profile - Link (Legend of Zelda)

ABSOLUTELY YES. MY BOY. LOVE OF MY LIFE.

As some of you may know, today is the release date of Skyward Sword HD for Switch!! So I decided to release this one now in honor of that :3

NOTES:

I went towards the idea of a Princess!reader because that just opens the gate for sooooo much potential. I'm leaning heavily towards the ZeLink interactions in BoTW and Skyward Sword just because those games have the most interaction between the two.

Also! This is great bc it gives me the opportunity to explore an idea I've actually had a long time! I've always thought about how many opportunities there have been across the games for Link and Zelda to be kinda like "haha well seeya later" and just... bolt, run away from everything, abandon their roles and responsibilities and all that. Like, if OoT kid Link got her before Ganon did and ran, if SS Link just decided to get her on the bird and bolt before everything went down, if botw Link was just like haha what if we ran away from everything together... jk... unless...?

And final note, Link is a great pick for the very traditional yandere -- sweet and : ) but can snap into darker personas. I really liked writing this bc I tend to have more self centered yans and less of the "worships the ground you walk on" type of yans like I think Link would be, so it's a nice change.

As usual now the nsfw section is divided by a ---- line.

TWs: fem reader, heavily implied Zelda!reader, stalking, murder, very brief mentions of gore/dismemberment of rivals, manipulation, very brief suicide mention, themes of reincarnation (I’ve been told this can be triggering to some people so just in case)

TWs (nsfw section): noncon, somnophilia

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Severity Scale

Intelligence/Perceptiveness: 4 Brutality: 8.5 Physical capability: 8 Mental/emotional instability: 7 Restrictiveness: 6 Sexual sadism: 5 Stubbornness: 8

What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

The primary trait of Link that any darling -- any person, really -- would notice is that he is, well, quiet. He has always been a man of few words, and really, he often doesn't know exactly what to say. On his own, at a first glance, he really does seem like a gentle, humble spirit, someone who blends into the background pretty well, who isn't particularly prideful or reckless or aggressive.

Which is why, to be honest, he might sort of evade the gaze of most people -- he doesn't stand out. You remember him as the boy that smiled at you now and then, it's a soft, gentle sort of smile, one that you feel conveys nothing but the utmost innocence and contentment with the world. You know he's pretty good at fighting, but doesn't get into fights needlessly, he's accomplished and respected, but has never been the guy everyone is talking about -- he's in the background, against the wall. Never speaking, always looking out, sometimes at the sky, sometimes carefully watching people. Sometimes you see him, gaze blank and tranquil, and wonder what he's thinking about. Whether he's the village boy in the time of Twilight, the trained and honored warrior that slept for many years, the boy that came down from the sky -- you can't help but feel at ease around him, safe, you can't help but find him endearing and pleasant.

Yet, you always seem to notice him. Other people... forget he exists, sometimes, he's so quiet. You never do, for whatever reason.

When he needs to get something across, he prefers to express himself through actions, not words. If you lived in Skyloft, or Ordon village, you might find problems mysteriously solved, work suddenly done that you don't remember doing. That fencepost outside your home that broke has been replaced overnight. A village child went missing and he comes back a few hours later with them in tow. Always humble, never demanding or expecting thanks, he tells you in his quiet voice that he's happy to help you.

And should you ever ask him for anything, he'll drop whatever he's doing to help. Anything for you, he says with a smile, which makes you feel a bit guilty when, honestly, you're not even sure you're remembering his name right.

And yet, sometimes, you feel so at ease around him it seems unnatural. He seems so easy to trust. You feel like you've known him forever. And sometimes you feel... for just a split second, less at ease. You find yourself randomly stiffening at his calm, sweet voice. You find yourself looking around when you're alone, as if you feel someone is there, and for some reason, his face flashes through your mind. Sometimes when he looks at you, you feel sort of cold. It's almost like invoking a memory you don't have, like some kind of learned instinct you can't recall a reason for. But those moments are fleeting, they come and go before you can even process them, replaced by warmth and comfort.

If you do spend time with him, if you find yourself gazing out your window when he's training, the next thing you notice besides him being quiet and sweet is that he's strong. It's almost ironic, how all the other knights or village boys are so aggressive and rowdy all the time, many of them taller or bulkier, and yet, none of them could ever dream of defeating Link. Not one can match his agility, speed, prowess. Such a pleasant, calm person, with so much skill, strength, and power, but that power is so rarely seen exerted. People marvel at his talent, they say it's as if he has the experience of lifetimes and lifetimes of battle in his blood.

And it's why you feel at ease when he's assigned the task of guarding you. His capabilities are unmatched, and yet you'd never fear any harm to you from him. Both of those traits put together make him the best candidate to protect you.

Of course, you do find yourself doing most of the talking. Sometimes you find yourself rambling to fill the silence, and you fear you're annoying him, but when you stop he raises an eyebrow and asks why you got so quiet. Did he do something wrong? He seems to worry about that a lot -- has he done something bad? Has he made you upset? Are you mad? At first you think he's worried about his position security, but after a while you realize he genuinely worries about it.

And when you do continue your ramblings, you're surprised to find he remembers your words -- every little thing you say. Things you don't even remember telling him. He asks you about that relative you mentioned one time, his eyes light up and he walks a bit to the side because look, it's your favorite flower over there, he'll get it for you. It's impressive, really, how he manages to remember such things. He must take his job very seriously.

He does enjoy giving you such things -- he loves giving you gifts. It's usually things he finds, wholesome little things -- makes a crown out of the flowers you like so much, finds something interesting here or there, while he was off-duty he saw something in the markets he thought you'd like and got it for you. You almost feel guilty, it's so constant that he's giving you things.

Sometimes you ask him about himself, you realize he knows so much about you and you so little about him. He blushes, he rubs the back of his head, he insists there's nothing interesting about him, he wouldn't waste your time like that. It takes time to get him out of his shell, but eventually, he tells you this or that, little stories from his life.

Sometimes you take long walks, you like to get out of the stuffy walls and have fun outside, he accompanies you across Hyrule. Sometimes it feels familiar, you pass places you've never been that give you a feeling of nostalgia, deja vu, a sense that you've been here before.

He’s protectiveness incarnated. Insanely so. He can spring to his feet at a moment's notice and deals with anything that comes for you before they can even get close.

It makes you feel safe, but there's something else there. It's a ferocity that is so contrasting to his normal self, different even from the times you've seen him fight as he trains. It's a glint in the eyes, an aggression in his expression, that almost makes him seem like a different person. And it lingers for a moment, once the creature is dead and his sword hand falls to his side, he turns and glances at you to his side, a hand raised to wipe the blood off his face, and for that lingering second, it's still there, his blank expression and wide eyes -- a ferocity so intense it starts to look like bloodlust, chaos, destruction. And then, it's as if you imagined it. Smiling and telling you it's gone now, you're ok. You're glad he's so truly devoted.

In fact, he's so dedicated to his job that he starts... doing it... outside of his job hours...? Well, today he was given the day off, and you were told to stay inside because you didn't have to go out. He comes knocking on your door, says not to be startled if you hear someone outside your door move or shift or anything, but he just wanted to let you know in case. He'll be right here. Keeping watch. So don't worry. You're safe.

And likewise, he was supposed to have a day off when you were supposed to enter the town. You were assigned two other guards to watch you, since it's a special trip, so you're surprised to find just Link waiting for you. He took care of it, he says, he didn't feel right leaving your safety up to someone else, he doesn't trust them. So they agreed to let him take over for today.

All of this said, he doesn't have to grow alongside you, he doesn't have to be the childhood friend, the knight who guards you. He doesn't even have to have met you. Fate works in odd ways like that. There's a sort of inexplicable instant attachment he takes to you, almost as though it's some kind of destined, divinely inspired sort of thing. He would describe it as saying you feel familiar to him.

He's also, notably, prone to a more traditional trope of what you might call humility whiplash. For the most part, he's got that overly humble, worshipping, "I don't deserve to even stand in your presence" sort of mentality. However, although it's rare and requires a lot of wearing down his mental state, if pushed far enough, he can have brief moments where he snaps into more or less the complete opposite -- entitlement, arrogance, aggression, getting mad at you for the behavior he'd normally take with a smile on his face. Thankfully, unlike some yanderes that have a whole snapping episode towards their darling, his are very very brief, usually only a matter of seconds or a single snarled sentence before he snaps back to normal, wide-eyed and apologetic and telling you I don't know what came over me. It’s... a little frightening to say the least, but you blow it off, tell yourself that hey, everyone has moments like that... Right?

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

For the most part, he doesn't need it, he can pretty easily cling to your side well enough to be assured of your safety, and he manages to scare off the undesirables not with a glare, but a smile that's just a little too sweet and far too persistent -- it unnerves people. You hear a lot of people say that something about that guy rubs me the wrong way. Or that he gives me goosebumps for some reason. Even the people he scares away themselves can't pinpoint exactly what it is, all they know is that, despite being reputed as kind and quiet (and maybe a little dense), somehow a lot of people agree that something about him puts people at unease, and that's all he needs. Because they stay away from him, and if he’s by your side all the time, that means they stay away from you too. Why keep you trapped when you can just be isolated?

An aware Link is a a unique scenario. One scenario that's rather... interesting to imagine is a Link that defies fate itself, a Link that decides to be selfish in one of those rare snapping moments of his. Perhaps he makes a decision when everything starts going down, when the chaos is beginning, or perhaps he has somehow managed to gain knowledge of the bigger picture at work, the reality of the nature of your existence and his.

Perhaps he begins to think it's unfair. To suffer again and again. To prove himself again and again, and not always even to reap any benefits, to work so hard and yet still -- still -- you slip out of his grasp. He longs for a life with no tribulations, no struggle, no fights to be fought. He begins to feel like it's what he wants the most. He begins to feel like maybe it's what he deserves. So many lifetimes of struggles, if the higher powers won't give him a reward, he'll take it himself.

And perhaps, for all their higher power, not even the great goddesses themselves would have ever predicted it -- humans are ultimately creatures of will. To defy fate and to run away from destiny -- it wouldn't be the first time a human has tried such a thing. Sure, Hyrule may be destroyed. The people may all die. There may be nothing left. But you know what? He's stopped caring. If you're alive and he's alive, tucked away in your little corner of the world where you've found respite, well, that's all he needs. Even if you're on the run from forces that would want to find you, even if the threat of the final third of the triforce owner looms over your head. He'll ignore it, he'll look away.

You'll live a quiet little life together, a happy life without suffering, without quests and enemies, without strife, without worry. That's what he tells you when he steals you away, lifts you out of your bed one night. Says to be quiet, there's danger outside your door, he's rescuing you. You have no reason to not believe him. He waits until things go down, a castle under siege, but rather than taking you to where you're supposed to go, he climbs onto the horse and starts... riding away. It gets further and further into the distance, and you might ask why, what's going on? You have a job to do, he has a battle to be fought. But he says you're going far, far away, someplace you'll be safe.

But what about the divine beasts, the seals, the Twilight, whatever threat runs in this world in this time, what about the threat of Ganon, you ask? He says it doesn't matter anymore. You were doomed to fail, he thinks, it's either stay here and die, or run away. All that matters is you. And he'd like you to feel the same way for him. You will with enough time, don't worry.

He just wants this happy, quiet life with you that he’s been denied time and time again. It’s all he wants. If fate won’t give it to him, he’ll make it happen himself, and carve out the life he is determined to have, defying even the will of higher power.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape? 

He gets it. Really, he does. "Stop following me!" You yell. Well, he understands why you might feel that way, but this is kinda his job. He thinks you're naive. Not that he would ever, ever have a thought that you're imperfect, of course! It's because you're so perfect and pure that you're... less aware of the dangers all around.

He'll let you think you're free, perhaps. He's more than capable of being quiet, quiet is kind of his thing. Watching you from a short distance is easy. Of course, his horse might make a noise, he can't really help that, or he might misstep on a branch or something. And then you turn around and get all mad again. Now you're even more angry. Well, he can also tell your guardians/father, who will encourage you to accept it. You can't help but feel a little bad -- he's just doing his job.

Now, our aware, runaway Link, well, does he really need to keep you restrained? What would you go back to? Certain death, a land destroyed? Sometimes you mention home, and he's quick to remind you that home doesn't exist anymore. His home is where you are. Can't you feel the same way? You found peace here in this little place -- a village far far away. Travelers, you call yourselves. What's the point in going elsewhere? How would you ever survive without him? He's not very good at being subtle or skillful about the psychological manipulation, it's obvious he's trying to scare you into not leaving, but... it still works, because really, he has a point.

He doesn't want to have to use physical restraint, in any case. And for the most part, it's not needed, because one important aspect of your relation is that his job kinda revolves around you (in some incarnations), or, perhaps you live in the same little village, but either way the thing is that his presence does the job well enough -- he's always there, perhaps more so than almost any other yandere. Even when you think you've managed to get away from him for a moment, somehow his face pops up out of nowhere. How he manages to pull it off is a mystery, you swear he manages to find you so well and predict your movements it's inhuman.

But if you really, really pose a problem, a smarter and sneakier darling that somehow manages to keep slipping out of his grasp and running off (you never get away for more than about 20 minutes or so, but nonetheless), you keep trying to run off when he's sleeping (he wakes up in approximately 25 seconds if your presence is absent from the bed, but that's still enough time to run out the front door), every time he turns his head (which isn't often) you're trying to disappear... well, in that case, he can reach a point of deciding more straightforward measures are necessary. He hates to do it, really, at least when he's not yet at a snapping point. But it's for your own good. And he says so, quite apologetically.

But it's not so bad, it's not like you're being chained to a wall or anything. For one, he got leather ties so you'd be more comfortable, but more importantly, as your guardian, he figured the best thing for you to be tied to would be... himself. Think of it like friendship bracelets! It's just... got a 5-foot chain connecting them. This way you can't sneak off at night, and you won't get too far when he's distracted. It's a safety measure.

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

He's a learner. At first, it's easy. Honestly, he is a rather naive, gullible boy, sometimes he reminds you of a happy dog with his bright eyes. He likes to believe the best of people, give them the benefit of the doubt in all circumstances, and that goes double for you, who he believes can do no wrong.

And even when you do lie to him, it's still not wrong. You didn't do anything bad. Clearly there has simply been a misunderstanding, and you thought you had to lie. Or perhaps you simply forgot a detail or were confusing something with something else. It wasn't malicious on your end, he knows that.

He's actually significantly smarter than he lets on in practical knowledge, though. Those dungeon puzzles pay off, you know? He's got pattern recognition down. So over time he learns how to distinguish when you're lying to him or attempting to deceive him, and sees through it increasingly well.

And yet, he doesn't really... get mad over it, most of the time. Again, he's just capable of deluding himself into believing there's a reason. He believes so strongly in your goodness that he finds a way to interpret everything you do as out of benevolence. So you snuck out the window and didn't tell him you were going for a walk because you just wanted to get away from his suffocating presence for once? You were just thinking of him. You didn't want to burden him and wanted to give him a break. Well, that's thoughtful, but don't worry, he doesn't need a break. He thinks it's precious you're so considerate of him though!

You don't tell him you were talking to that person, and you lie and say no when he asks, because you don't want him to worry, and because you underestimate how dangerous others can be. He's told you a million times and you don't listen, but that's ok, it's because you're just so pure you see the best in everyone. Everything you do is good.

Because he perceives your lies, he will still work against and around it. He won't confront you on your lies, he'll just make sure to deal with the situation -- you lied about sneaking out, well, he'll just keep watch and be ready to meet you outside next time. You lied about talking to a person, well, he'll just have to make sure they stay away from you instead.

If you're trying to trick him, he just plays along until necessary. Smiles and nods. He gets the suspicion you're planning a break-out when he told you he was leaving to go get something from town... rather than saying so, he just decides, you know what? Why don't you come with him? Oh, you're feeling sick, you tell him it's ok, go without you? Well, he can't leave you alone then! Because you're clearly not and just trying to get him to leave... or, as he says, he can't just leave you alone. He'll go another day.

He's fairly manipulable when it comes to praise and affection. You can easily Pavlov him into certain behaviors or patterns with just the slightest words of praise and affection. He's not a very outwardly expressive person, tends to stay quiet, but you can tell how he feels inside when you give the slightest praise, a hug, a kiss on the cheek -- you can see that soft hint of a smile and tell that inside, he's basically melting, even if it's not obvious to most people. And, much like the lying, he’s honestly often aware of it, but he just can’t help it.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

He tries to get you the things that he feels will make you happy. Your happiness is incredibly important to him, and he usually thinks about how any action he plans to take might affect you, spends a lot of time debating choices of things to do or say and try to determine how each one will affect you and choose accordingly.

As such, he goes out of his way to support the things you want to do. Have a hobby? He'll find the best materials available. Want a book or a food? He'll obtain it through some means. Even if procuring it involves a side-quest-y set of mundane tasks or scouring the world for 70 of this and 50 of that to exchange it for the item from an obscure specialist, it's all worth it.

The only thing he just doesn't give up on is the constant vigilance and insistence on being by your side more or less every waking second. And every sleeping second. And just every single moment you're alive. It's for your safety.

This is actually one of the things he can get a little nasty about when it comes to how he deals with it, because he quickly has the bright idea that if you don't get it, he'll make you understand. Of course, he can't actually risk you getting hurt, so he stages it. Allows you to sneak off, or at least think you have, and walk right into the path of those monsters he lured, or the people he hired to intimidate you. Of course, it's only natural that he shows up at the last possible second, right on time to save you. You should expect that, after all, it's his responsibility to protect you, of course fate works out perfectly like this. See, he was right, it's so dangerous, and without him you'd be dead. Hopefully you grasp that now.

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

His is mostly related to vigilance. Where are you? Who have you been talking to? Who was that person you were talking with just now? What did they say? He's not nosy. He just cares about you. It’s in the job description. You ought to understand just how much certain bad people would love to find you and hurt you. That's why he has to know.

This isn't our modern world, so there's no phones or tracking devices to speak of, just himself, which, well, might as well be a tracking device since he never seems to have difficulty finding you. Sometimes you're not sure how he does it.

He tells you that you don't have to be with him 24/7, but you will be, even if you don't realize it. He's aware enough to know that you'll feel suffocated and get mad if you're aware of his presence all the time, so he gives you your "alone" time, aka, the "follow her quietly from a 20+ foot distance" time. It all feels the same to you. Well, sometimes you feel eyes on you, but you shake the feeling off as paranoia.

So it's not so much that he sets rules and reacts when they're broken, but rather, he works his way around anything you might do so well that he doesn't need you to follow his rules, or really, you take them more as suggestions. But honestly, that's kind of worse. It's enough to drive a darling to the brink of a mental breakdown very quickly. With Link you will inevitably become paranoid, nervous, you feel like you're going insane because he manages to pop up everywhere, he always knows what you did when you did it and you have no idea how it is even conceivably possible for him to know some of the things that he knows. He confronts you very plainly and quietly, often sweetly, asking why you did this or that or telling you it's ok, you don't have to hide anything, surely there’s a good reason, and if not, he forgives you anyway. In a way, it's worse than an angry confrontation. You begin to feel like he's omnipresent, like he can read your mind, and it truly takes a mental toll and affect you worse than any normal yandere's concept of punishment.

This ultimately works out well in his favor. The more you just do what he wants, the less it feels like a violation or intrusion that he knows these things, since he was there with you, it makes sense, and you continuously get bent to his will.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

Ah, and thus we get to that brutality rating.

It would be unthinkable to think that any sort of scum would even dare. Even he isn't worthy of being with you, and someone else thinks they could be? So, he more or less views "rivals" as an offense. When they're threats, well, he's allowed to deal with them. When they're not, well... he has a wonderful reputation. If he says he overheard that person planning usurpation or assassination, that they realized he was listening in and wildly attacked him, everyone will believe him. Even if the death seems a little... non-immediate. And uh... frankly... overkill. How exactly... did those limbs get perfectly severed during equally armed combat? And was it... really necessary... to kinda spill entrails all over like that? He'll apologize, of course, he was just so outraged by the thought of someone hurting you or your family, you know? You notice his eye twitches a bit as he says it.

He has a lot of... bottled up frustrations, which we'll touch on in the nsfw section as well, but it tends to manifest in those two ways: sex and violence. Rather than exerting stress and anger and frustration as it comes, he lets it fester. He tries to maintain being the noble, humble, self-sacrificing person he feels he should be. That is... difficult to do for a long time. People expect a lot from him, even in timelines where he's not necessarily realized as the hero quite yet, he usually has a lot of responsibilities. But then you tack on the whole hero thing? The weight of the world is sometimes, quite literally, on his shoulders. Do you have any idea the kind of stress that comes with that knowledge? It's not pleasant. And it quickly bottles up, a very very fragile bottle set to eventually shatter in a matter of time.

On a longer sort of quest, he just kinda... leaves a trail of destruction in his wake. Enemies don't actually just poof out of existence the way they do on-screen, you know. Anyone coming across an area he's just been through is met with literal piles upon piles of corpses, sometimes monsters, but sometimes people. He takes a very scorched earth sort of policy when it comes to dealing with things.

He's able to easily get close to people, with that sweet face and puppy eyes and lithe body, people don't really feel on guard around him nor intimidated. That makes it significantly easier to infiltrate enemy hideouts, earn favors, and work his way in to be able to commit mass murder more easily. Granted, no one thinks too much of it because they *are* truly enemies, after all, they *did* need to be taken out and well, if the rulers can choose to either send a group of ten soldiers or just one guy and get the job done equally well either way, they'll go with the latter option. No one thinks anything of it, except the occasional person who laughs and says something to the effect of remind me to never get on your bad side, haha! He gives that sheepish, sweet little smile, and jokingly tells them that yeah, better not.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

For you, nearly impossible. For others, at a hair trigger.

For the most part, he conceals anger well until, as aforementioned, it bottles up and bursts. The truth is he gets irritated virtually all the time by other people. People who talk to you. Look at you. Smile at you. He’s actually rather easily annoyed even when you’re not involved, but again, he’s good at hiding it until it builds.

His rage has a commonality with his calm -- it's quiet. At least, at first. When it's directed at others, his eyes narrow. It's the telltale sign that someone has ignited his rage. It burns on the inside, it starts off as a spark that builds and builds and grows larger and larger until it's a blazing fire that consumes everything in his path. It's a loss of composure, a rare moment of complete loss of self-control. From his own perspective, it feels like he's not in control of his own body, it's all a blur happening in front of him and when it's over he's looking down at his own hands, unable to process his own actions, sometimes unable to remember them.

But it's violent, merciless, unforgiving. It does not yield to begging, it does not leave anything alive unless forced to. You remember the first time you realized how unnatural it was, how shocked you were at how he did something that certainly went against the code he was sworn to follow, the very first time you felt truly afraid of Link. It was a walk in town -- someone called out to you, spitting obscenities about you and your family, your lineage, threw something at you -- he caught it in his hand and crushed it, and quickly, without a word, advanced on the offender. And, to make a long story short, you had to prevent him from beating a man to death in public in broad daylight. He was forgiven by his superiors, but even they seemed shocked. You had to pull him off, and when he jerked his head around to look at whatever was stopping him -- before his face softened as he recognized your own face -- the split second you saw the burn of hatred and fury in eyes that were normally so soft and loving, was nothing short of unsettling, you still recall the chill that ran down your spine.

And honestly? It's terrifying. And the first time, it's shocking. Sure, you knew he could fight. You've seen him fight off monsters, bokoblins and lizalfos and the like. But something is different about seeing the blood of a human being run down his sword, dripping onto the ground, to see the bodies and the blank, numb gaze on his features he always has after it's over. The absolute lack of hesitancy he has to run human enemies through before they even have a chance to explain themselves, how unbothered he seems by the carnage left in his wake. The way he turns back to you, drenched in red and smiles, tells you it's ok, you're safe now. There's no need to look so scared.

And it changes how you view him, in the long run. Less of a guardian angel, more of a guardian dog, one that defends your name when you never asked him to. Pleads to tell him not to fall on deaf ears -- you just don't understand why it has to be this way, he says, you can't comprehend the threat they posed. From the sweet boy that leaves you flowers and repairs and instead leaves a wave of destruction in his path you would not have thought possible.

Directed towards you, though, it's entirely different. He tries his best to have patience with you, no matter what. He smiles, he tries to make excuses as to why you'd say this or do that, why you'd feel a certain way, and he's rather good at deluding himself to give you the benefit of the doubt.

But when it reaches an end, when he can no longer lie to himself, when you push it to a point that you truly make him mad, it's more of a snap. The times he'll lay hands on you in a truly violent way are rare, and as aforementioned, very brief. It's usually not so much of actually a blow, so much as a grab. He just can't get what he's trying to tell you through your thick head, so he stresses it, trying to make you understand as he grabs you by the upper arms, shaking you with each word, and he only stops when he sees the pain and fear in your eyes, drawing his hands back at lightning speed. He saves you from some danger very narrowly, one of the few times he lost track of you for a moment and had to frantically search before coming across you being attacked. What would I have done if something happened to you? Don't you understand that? He's so lost in the relief it takes him a moment to feel you beating on his arms in the embrace, choking and wheezing that you can't breathe, that his grip is so tight it feels like he'll snap you in half. He draws back again, and he apologizes, but it will certainly happen more than once.

So they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

Above. Like, so, so, so far above. He feels like he doesn't even deserve to look at you. Of course, neither does anyone else, so he's just, you know, stepping up to bear the burden of wrongdoing to keep people even worse than him away from you.

So it's less that you're just above him so much as you're above everyone. He's actually, perhaps surprisingly, a little bit of a pessimist about the world. The world is full of so many terrible people and so many horrible things happen that he's borne witness to. It's a "world cold and hard, (y/n) soft and warm" sort of thing. You're the one good thing, the thing that makes him happy, the ultimate source of comfort he has, and he has to prevent you from being defiled by the evil of the world, keep you innocent and sweet (even if he's just deluding himself to think you are those things in the first place).

This ties into, again, how he interprets every action you take as good and benevolent -- he has the "you can do no wrong" mentality. Even very blatantly malicious things, he'll interpret in a way that makes you somehow still come out a perfect, innocent angel. If you do harm to others, well, they simply deserved it. You did something technically wrong, but you knew no better, or you were desperate. You can't be held responsible for any of it. And if you're mean to him, well, he probably did something to make you upset.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

Sort of a duality. Yes, he's very persistent. He thinks about it all the time. Every time you yell and try to run and hurl nasty insults at him, it hurts far more than you realize. He doesn't let it show on his face or in his voice, but it really does, and it gets to him sometimes. He's hyper observant of every little thing you do, your body language, your tone, the way you look at him, and the slightest of differences can change his mood internally, although it tends to look the same outwardly.

He makes little mental notes of it -- today she didn't flinch when I touched her shoulder. Today she didn't frown when she saw me coming. Little things like that will make his entire day. Likewise, the inverse kills him inside. He aims to make every day one of the former days, where the littlest signs of acceptance or even kindness and affection give him a sort of high that makes him feel like he's floating.

He tries his best to do things that he thinks will, well, earn love. Every opportunity to do something for you, he takes it. Everything he sees he'd think you'd like, he buys (or steals, or... loots from a dead body) for you. On and on that idea goes. And although he doesn't say too much, when he does speak to you, he usually has something nice to say. He views it in a formulaic way -- ironically, think about it like those collectibles in overworlds. You get enough of this or that thing, and once you have enough, you can go talk to this or that person and donate them all and get a reward, right? He's accustomed to viewing things that way. Love should be the same way. If he just completes enough tasks and gathers enough items, eventually he'll unlock your love.

That being said, even if it doesn't happen, much to your despair, he just... doesn't. Give. Up. He doesn't quit. No matter how many times you tell him, it doesn't make a difference. You can tell him you'll never love him, and it's like it goes in one ear and out the other. He keeps trying. And he never, ever, ever stops trying. What did you expect? The boy's been fighting the same enemy over and over across lifetimes, needless to say his spirit has build up some persistence.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

Bonus: Zelda/Triforce of Wisdom Darling

And don't worry. If it all goes wrong, when he fails, those divergences in time where the hero is vanquished and evil wins out -- it's not the end. Somehow, that's the feeling he gets, holding your little lifeless body up, running hands across your cold skin. Somehow, he feels oddly calm. Like it hurts, but it's ok. Like he'll see you again. Maybe not soon, but one day. This time didn't work out. But the next one will.

And that's the feeling you'll always have. Every time you meet him and you feel like you've met before, the lingering memories when you wake from your dreams -- flying through skies and sailing on oceans, a child, an adult, a boy you've never met, or one you've known all your life, but it's always the same face, the same voice, the one right beside you in the waking world. You sometimes wonder if he has the same feelings, the same dreams, the same sense of something greater than yourselves at work, the sense of being just smaller pieces in a much bigger picture.

The sense of permanency, that each other is all there will ever be -- regardless of how it makes you feel, regardless of how that scares you, sometimes you feel like you can never be free. Sometimes, when you think of running away, those dark moments when you think of even escaping from life itself, it feels futile. It's as if you know it would never hold him away forever. As if death is insignificant. Perhaps in this lifetime, you'll become aware of why that is, or perhaps not.

With other obsessive lovers, just the idea of til death do us part is a terrifying thought. But, for Link, not even death can keep him away from you. Your suffering is already determined by the will of higher power, for the sake of a greater good. 

In truth, it’s the goddesses who made him this way intentionally -- it’s designed to ensure your safety, even at the cost of your suffering. Again, for a greater good. Sure, you may live one lifetime to the next desperately locked in the same cycle in which your freedom and will is stripped from you, but in the end, it serves a purpose. 

Nor will he change -- perhaps this one this time is a bit more spirited, more calm, more pessimistic, more optimistic... but in the end, at their core, they're the same soul, with the same will deep, deep down. The same drive to find you and protect you. The same love for you, an all-consuming love that destroys everything in its path to you and leaves ruin in its wake.

And if fate should one day keep you apart, should things change, for whatever reason, it’s unable to change him. There's another force even more powerful than fate determined to keep you together. The only thing more unavoidable, inevitable, and unescapable than fate, is Link himself.

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General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

In moments of passion, he changes a bit, unlike other more submissive yans who stay consistent in their reverence and desire to please.

You see, after a while, being as lenient and tolerant and flexible and completely devoted as he is... constantly self-sacrificing in so many ways, to you, to Hyrule, to the world... some frustrations build up. It's a big, big bottle of emotion, all tucked away and festering, getting greater and greater and eventually it has to explode somehow.

His reservations and inhibitions fall away. Perhaps a darker, more selfish side comes out. Perhaps that's why he's so rough. He knows he'll regret it later, the bruises from how hard he grips, the marks from the bites, but the hormones and the heat takes over. He'll feel bad for defiling you. He'll apologize. And he'll do it again. And again. And again.

But once the resolve crumbles, it topples. That is, he can't partially maintain it -- if it's partially gone, it falls apart completely. He lets go, so to speak. And when he lets go, you find that underneath that carefully constructed resolve and willpower that holds him back, he can be a very, very rough and possessive lover. In his normal state, he wouldn't dare think of you as a possession, or as something he's even worthy of. He would like so, so much to think that, to feel like he's allowed to -- but he doesn't. He chastises himself for even having such a desire. But in those moments, when his resolve is gone and his brain isn't thinking quite too clearly, he might even have to audacity to say "mine." Even if it's not true, not now, maybe it will be. He would like that so much. His and his alone.

And in a moment of clarity, he might even throw away the inhibition on purpose. The more selfish side, the same Link that drags you away from your destiny -- he's already forsaken his responsibilities, hasn't he? Why care anymore about the structures that no longer exist, your status and his, if there's no kingdom left? He likes that it happened, even. This way, this time, you can throw off those titles, those roles. Without your status, your title, there's nothing stopping him from making you his. And you will be his, and nothing more. It's all you need to be. So he doesn't have to care anymore about any of that, he doesn't have to stop himself from going wild. Biting into every little spare patch of skin, covering your body with marks that make him feel comforted to see.

As far as drive it's a bit of a two-sided duality. Outwardly he's not a very sexual person at all, blushes and stutters and averts his gaze at the slightest mention of suggestive topics, tries his best to be Respectful(tm) by always looking away when you're in a compromising position, or your skirt flies up, etc etc. Given how constant his vigilance is, he has a tendency to accidentally walk in on your changing or bathing, except unlike with many yanderes, it's genuinely an accident. Not that the image doesn't stick in his mind, nor does he wish he hadn't gotten to see, but he does feel guilty, and it was genuinely unintentional. He kinda freezes up, so it takes a moment for him to actually snap out of it and run out.

That being said, he quickly develops something of a masturbation addiction when he's younger, it starts as more of a stress reliever than anything, He's so sweet and always feels bad about talking about his problems and feelings, so that and, well, violence are the only ways he can get it out. Thus he learns to channel stress and nerves into sexuality, and once he has a real living body and not just his hand, that dependency on cumming to relieve it doesn't change.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

Particularly so, yes, cares quite a bit. And it takes a while for him to feel comfortable. Even consensually, the first few times he touches you for several months, he's got trembling hands and stays quieter than ever, constantly freezes up every time you move or make a noise because he thinks he's done something wrong. He has to be coaxed into feeling more comfortable before he gets used to it, but he will build confidence over time.

As addressed before, though, if he's pushed and pushed and pushed long enough, you can get a darker side to come out. This is most likely something that would only occur post-kidnapping in a distant time, once he's far away from any possibility of consequence and destruction has set in to the world around you. He starts to get a little bitter, if you've been mean to him. It all builds up. Don't you get that he's literally saved your life? That he devoted every waking second to you? Isn't he kinda entitled to some thanks? The cycle of time never rewards him. Even the figures he helps over time rarely give him more than a verbal praise and thanks, maybe an item here or there, and then disappear. His role feels thankless. He starts to feel like he deserves something, something tangible, in return.

Surprisingly, though, he actually does not take the route of guilt-tripping or emotional manipulation or gaslighting his way into it like a lot of the sweeter yanderes when he does have that snap. His snaps/breakdowns are rather extreme in terms of how much of a polar opposite they are to his normal state, rather than just a slight bend of his normal personality. Rather than taking the route of most yanderes like himself, he just gets directly physically forceful. Still somewhat sweet, though, reminds you he loves you, he'd die for you, you're his entire world. You'd argue that doesn't really change the actions, but considering how frightening he is in that state, you're not dumb enough to vocalize that.

The guilt consumes him alive afterwards. Like, immediately afterwards. He's still panting and twitching and buried inside when it sets in. That being said, he doesn't get to stuttering and profusely apologizing, like he does over smaller offenses. It's all done and he can't take it back, so he just kinda collapses and says nothing. He's not the best with words, you know. It's an odd mixture of guilt and, honestly, a bit of satisfaction and relief. It feels like letting go of some self-imposed burden, that feeling of finally surrendering to some deep want, even if it comes with a lot of remorse, the relief of finally letting go does have a good feeling as well... and because of that, it’s another one of those barriers that, once broken, can’t be built up again.

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

In all honesty the boy is, for the most part, a fairly gentle and vanilla lover. He doesn't really need anything special to get off -- he's easily excited and cums very very easily too. Just the prospect of getting to stick his dick in you in any capacity is enough to make him nearly burst at the thought honestly.

In general, as aforementioned, he's very very cautious and gentle to a point, but has a tendency to get actually kinda rough once he gets into it. The thing is, the roughness aspect is actually unintentional. He's one of those boys that is a little bit unaware of his own strength, doesn't process exactly how hard and fast he's going. He just gets lost in the feeling, kinda enters a dazed lusty haze where he's less aware of his actions. Doesn't realize he's literally got an iron grip pressing your head down on his dick or into the bed until you start flailing your hands because you can't breathe. Doesn't realize how hard he was gripping until he sees the bruises on your arms and hips later. That sort of deal -- poor thing is just unaware and doesn't have enough blood in his brain to think straight.

Biting

Surprisingly a really big one for him. (Remnants of a past life cycle with some lupine experiences perhaps?) In all seriousness, he could not explain exactly why if asked, it's one of those "I just like it" sort of things. It feels like yet another way to conjoin the two bodies, pulls you close. The marking aspect is also nice. Granted, he feels guilty afterwards, tries to help it heal. He has that same duality where moments ago he was this intimidating beast of a human being, rough and growly and jerking you like you were weightless, and now he's back to this bright eyed softie stuttering while he apologizes.

The guilt is mixed with a bit of enjoyment, though. It's constantly conflicting -- sure, part of him understands it's embarrassing and will help you cover up, but part of him doesn't want to, he wants people to see. Part of him looks at the marks and tells himself internally to never do that again, and part of him sees them and just wants to give you even more. It's a constant internal conflict, poor thing.

As far as a place, he likes the neck and shoulders best, simply because it's the most visible and it's the most passionate ones to create, when your bodies are tightly locked together. That being said, though, he also has a thing for biting at the insides of your thighs. It's another one of those I just like it sort of things.

Sometimes, when you're asleep, or pretending to be, you can feel him trace the bite marks with his fingers, softly running them over the circular pattern, just enough to barely ghost over your flesh.

Somnophilia

It puts him at ease. This one is particularly prevalent towards the beginning of your relationship, before you really know... how he is. He has this image of you as so pure and he couldn't bear the thought of defiling you with his horrible horrible thoughts. The guilt eats away at him for a while, but eventually he just can't hold back, but how could he ever do anything to you and risk consequence? So... the solution he comes up with is waiting until you sleep.

He tests the waters to see how heavy of a sleeper you are. Calls your name at increasing volume, lightly runs his fingers over your hair, pokes your face, whispers in your ear, runs his hands over your arms. Just to see what makes you rustle, if anything, so he knows the limits. If it turns out you're an incredibly light sleeper, well, unfortunately that means he's limited to just jerking off to your sleeping form, but that's ok. Just seeing your soft face and the cute way you breathe, the slightest way your lips open, that's enough for him.

If it turns out you're a heavier sleeper though, well, he tries to fight the temptation, but ends up going further. Slowly climbs onto your bed, careful to make the weight shift as gently as possible. Slowly pulls the covers back. Runs his hands up and down. It's a lot better when he can actually see your body as he jerks off, honestly. If he's feeling particularly risky, he might press your thighs together, feel how soft your skin is to his cock, how nice the squeezing pressure between them is.

He gets easily lost in a haze, though, so he inevitably ends up accidentally cumming on you and has to frantically find a way to lightly dab it up without waking you. He panics quite a bit, but that doesn't stop him from doing it again the very next night.

Overstimulation/Forced Orgasm

It just means he's doing a good job, really. Sure, you squeal and kick your feet back and forth and tug at his hair, but that's just because it feels good. Orgasms equate to love and feel good, right? Sure there's a little bit of pain when you go overboard, but then it just leads to feeling even better, right?

It's kind of an irrational compulsion rather than a logical goal, though. He just has an impulsive need to feel you quiver and spasm and clench, it basically gives him a chemical high hit and a wave of reassurance, makes him feel good in both the physical sense and the emotional sense. The first one sends him into this compulsive need to feel it over and over and over again, as many times as he can. It's another one of his internal conflict things -- sure, he knows it's hurting, but he just has to get one more. Just one more. But of course, every time turns into "just one more" when he's been saying that for half an hour now.

And, to be honest, it kind of gives him a pride boost to think he can make you cum against your will. How many people struggle to achieve that even when both parties are trying? It makes him feel good in an adequacy sort of way, he feels needed.

Size Kink/Distension

You know, there's a well-known thing among the male-lovers in this world when it comes to size. It's never the arrogant, loud guys, it's never the social butterflies, it's never the tall guys, it's never the beefy muscly guys. No, they're not the ones that end up somehow bestowed with absolute monster cocks. It's always the soft, lean boys who don't talk much. And they're always painfully unaware of it, too.

He's no exception. Not to the size or the complete lack of awareness. He hasn't spent a lot of time around guys his age too much, he's always been the one sent for some special task and ends up out in the wilderness by himself on journeys, or, in some lifetimes, accompanying you most of the time. He doesn't know what the average dick looks like, so he has no idea he's far above average.

This might sound like a plus, and of course in some ways it is, but also he doesn't think about the fact that the average body isn't properly equipped to handle it. You're supposed to just kinda put it in, that's how the sex works, right? Poor thing, especially if it's entirely consensual sex, he's just kinda ???? because why are you in pain? What is he doing wrong? You have to eventually explain it's literally just his body, not something he's doing.

That being said, naturally, he's a humble person, but hearing you say that does kinda... make him feel good inside. A little bit proud. He's not a person who takes a lot of pride in many things, so he likes having this one thing, and quickly notices you can visibly see it through the bulge it makes in your stomach. Especially if it's in a position where your back is pressed to his front, every little movement creates the bulge, so expect to get a lot of that.

He doesn't really bring it up much or talk about it when he's actually fucking you, it's more like, as with many things, something he's quietly aware of and silently enjoys a lot internally, even if it's not voiced.

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

Yes and no. It has to do with his overactive protection instinct. What if something happened or went wrong? He couldn't take that. He couldn't lose you.

At the same time, he likes kids, and he's very good with them, very patient. And over time, realizes that a kid would be the perfect tool of manipulation, and besides that, isn't it a beautiful thing, an ultimate manifestation of love?

So how to work around that... Ultimately, what he decides to do is have a kid... Just not by blood. There are plenty of orphans in Hyrule, wandering the streets and the wilderness, picking one up is easy. ...You wouldn't leave this poor child to suffer out there, to fend for themselves, would you? Nor would you leave him to take care of it by himself... Right?

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

Oh, it's not like he thinks of it that way. He would call it... a reminder. You put yourself in danger again? You tried to go back again? You were gone and for ten whole minutes he didn't know where you were? What could the solution to this issue be? The only thing his brain can really come up with is making sure you need him. Making sure you're content and satisfied here with him so you don't go running off.

Thus we return to the forced orgasm thing -- see, you do need him. It feels good, right? You say it hurts, and maybe it does a little, but ultimately you wouldn't be cumming if it wasn't good. No one else can ever do that. No one else knows you like this. No one else was made for you like this. You can't replace him. You need him. And he can keep going as many times as it takes until you see that, too. Even if he gets milked dry, he has a mouth and hands for a reason.

And by "until you see that," I mean until you say it. In his more... emotionally intense moments, he gets a bit insistent. He needs to hear you say it. Admit it to yourself. And to him. That you need him, that you depend on him, that you'll never leave again. And don't think your patience and tolerance can stand a chance of outlasting his -- it will keep going until you say it.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

He's one of those wholesome type of boys who goes with something sweet. He says maybe your hair, your face, your skin, your eyes. It's all so comforting. So familiar. Of course, not to say that he doesn't like your less wholesome mentionable parts, but he wants to be chivalric about such a question, and feels answering that way would be too disrespectful.

In his unspoken thoughts, though, he likes the hips. It's a part of you he can grab onto and hold you close with. He puts his hands there a lot and holds tight, like he feels like at any moment you could slip out of his grasp. And, I mean, it's nice to look at, can't forget that.

[spenciegoob]

Dethroned (Requested)

A/N: I know the request said the relationship between Reader and Luke is platonic, but I kinda dropped subtle hints that Luke is slightly pining for Reader... oop.

Request: smutty post-prison Reid being jealous. Like him just being absolutely in love with reader, like he had been since she joined the BAU but was too nervous to say anything so settled for being mega close best friends. Then when he returns from prison he finds out that her and Luke have become close friends whilst he’s been gone (its simply platonic though) and he ends up snapping and just absolutely annihilating the reader over her desk in the office after everyone else has left

Pairing: Post Prison!Spencer x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: jealous!spencer, exhibition, hair pulling, degradation/praise, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink

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Word Count: 3.9K

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It was a gradual realization on his part. Spencer was so overwhelmed with coming home, his mom and Cat to even really take notice in the shift of your attention from him to Luke Alvez.

It wasn’t like you completely ignored him since his return. You were Spencer’s best friend, the title he settled on all those years ago when you all but skipped into the BAU and into his life.

And it wasn’t like you didn’t have other male friends. Before his leave, Derek and you had gotten along pretty well right off the bat, and Spencer never thought about it twice. If anything, he was ecstatic that two people that were so important in his life were also important to each other.

But when Spencer was stuck behind physical bars that represented every feeling for you he’s tried to keep at bay, you found comfort in Luke. He couldn’t blame you for that either, especially when the first time you visited him all he could see was hurt in your eyes, and all he could do was stare back with the same expression.

The first time he noticed the shift was after everything had settled, and the groove of life, for the team at least, was back in motion. You all had decided to go out and grab a drink, and the second you agreed, Spencer was also on board. He would follow you just about anywhere if it meant the smile on your face when he said yes stayed forever.

Luke had whispered something in your ear, the music in the bar too loud for Spencer to catch what it was. It had to be hilarious by the way you threw your head back in laughter, Luke’s eyes immediately dropping to the newly exposed skin, before nudging his shoulder with yours. 

Spencer couldn't keep his eyes off the conversation in front of him. He should have when the grip on his glass was so hard it could’ve shattered. 

“You know, kid, if you talked to her, she’d know how you feel,” Rossi had told him that night.

“That’s exactly why I can’t,” Spencer thought in his head, but merely gave Rossi a whatever, and walked away to the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror that night, hoping the disgust he felt for how angry he got whenever he saw you with Luke was enough to make it disappear.

It never did.

Like right now, Spencer sat at his desk, a rubber band ball being suffocated in his hand as he watched you perch yourself on top of Luke’s desk. It was an innocent act on you part, but the way Luke leaned back in his chair, opening himself up to you, and allowed his eyes to flicker to your bare legs that were swinging back and forth softly was definitely not innocent... not in Spencer’s book anyway.

It came as no surprise to Spencer that Luke would at the very least find you attractive. You were, in every aspect. Spencer could stare at your for hours, and sometimes, he did.

He would look at the way your skirt hugged your curves in the best possible way, or he would stare at your neck when you leaned back to stretch out. He would watch the way you crossed and uncrossed your legs, a nervous habit you’ve always had. Spencer would think about how soft they probably were, like silk rubbing against each other.

But now Luke was also looking at you like that while you talked about what you were going to do this weekend. 

“If you’re not busy, you should totally come,” you told him, obviously excited with the idea of Luke tagging along to wherever you planned on going.

“Yeah, I think I can make that work,” he agreed, and when he did, you jumped up off his desk, enthusiasm practically dripping from you.

“Yes! It’ll be so much fun, I promise!” And then you did the one thing Spencer silently begged you would never. You kissed Luke on the cheek before scurrying back to your desk.

Of course you would kiss him on the cheek. To you, that was a seemingly innocent and friendly action, one that Spencer had been on the receiving end of for the past 10 years. 

But now, Luke stole his crown and was flaunting it in front of Spencer’s face like an older brother who just got an XBOX for Christmas. Okay, maybe Spencer was a tad on the dramatic side, but how could he not be when Luke all but physically railed you over his desk when his eyes unashamedly did?

There were many things Spencer could take and get back up like nothing had happened. He’s been shot, punched, kicked, framed for murder and hell, he even stabbed himself, but none of that compared to the deep rooted anger that blossomed in his chest like a flame to gasoline when the thought of Luke touching you swarmed his brain.

Enough was enough.

“Alright, you’ve all worked enough today. Please, go home and get some rest,” Emily’s voice traveled from outside her office door to the agents that still inhabited the bullpen like a second home. Most, including Emily in its rarity, gathered their stuff to finally call it a night.

“So, you’ll text me the information?” Luke asked you as he was putting his jacket on. You had yet to move from your slouched position over whatever paperwork you insisted on finishing before leaving. 

“Yeah, definitely!” You beamed up at him before returning back to your case file immediately. Luke walked away with a little more pep in his step than usual per Spencer’s analysis. 

“Hey, Spence. Do you think you can hang back a second and look over this for me?” You asked him, catching the attention of the stumbling genius as he tried to get back to his apartment as fast as possible and deal with his... issues with you and SSA Luke Alvez.

He was going to say no, really he tried, but when he looked up to your puppy dog eyes and slight pout, how could he? Spencer knew you were giving him that face on purpose, he had told you in the past that if you were to ever give him your best puppy dog eyes, he could never refuse.

Now it was coming back to bite him in the...

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Spencer made his way over to your desk that was piled high in paperwork more than anyone else’s.

“I took a bunch of work home, and I accidentally dropped all my files and they scattered every where. So now, all the paperwork is mixed up and Emily needs these by tonight. Basically I’m screwed, but I just wanted to make sure the arsonist in Kentu-”

“I’ll help you,” Spencer interrupted your rambling once he got a grip on himself after adjusting to being so close to you. The smell of your perfume wafted into Spencer’s nose and got him drunk faster than any alcohol could ever. 

“Oh no, Spence. Don’t worry I can handle this,” you immediately shut him down, but Spencer was not easy to convince, and once his mind is set to something, there’s no changing it.

“I want to, trust me.” Spencer had started to roll his desk chair over to you. You sat there momentarily stunned for two reasons:

1. He had dropped everything to help you.

2. He wasn’t affected by the close proximity of you two the same way you were, or at least knew how to hide it really well.

The buzzing of your phone on your desk pulled you from your trance as Spencer settled next to you and went to pull a new file from your overgrowing pile. 

You picked it up to find a text from Luke, opening your phone to a picture of Roxy enjoying the toy you got her last week.

Spencer turned to you to find you smiling and letting out a breathy laugh at your phone.

“What?” He asked, more sarcasm dripping from his tone than expected. If you noticed, you didn’t say anything.

“Just Luke and Roxy. I love that dog so much,” you said while putting your phone on silent and setting it face down. You didn’t look up at Spencer, but if you did you’d find him beet red with anger, and holding the armrests of his chair a little tighter than necessary. 

“Hm,” was all he mumbled in response. This, you didn’t ignore.

“Is something wrong? You really don't have to do this with me,” you fumbled over your words, worried that your clumsiness and disorganization was what was annoying Spencer.

“No no, it’s not this. I like paperwork, actually.” You finally looked over at Spencer to find him already staring at you. His gaze bore into you like a blade to the gut, his intensity something you had never been on the receiving end of. It would be a lie if you were to say it wasn’t making you nervous.

“Then what is it.” Your words were not meant to come out as a whisper, but with Spencer’s intimidation and the way it made your stomach flip, you were overwhelmed already.

“Nothing, just, uh,” his confident persona was gone just as quickly as it came. “You and Luke, huh?”

Now it makes sense. You couldn’t help the small smile that etched across your features at his unknowing admission. Spencer Reid was jealous, actually jealous.

“Yeah, he’s a great friend.” Your emphasis on the word friend did not go unnoticed by Spencer, but he couldn’t stop himself from letting the words crawling up his throat out.

“I’m sure he thinks the same about you. The profile in this case fi-”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Two can play at this game, and if it was going to end the way the two of you were unknowingly both hoping, you would have to succumb to the rules.

“Hm? Oh! So you’re oblivious to the way he looks at you?” Spencer spat back, jealous intimidation turning to full anger now.

“Jesus, Spencer. Of course I’m not oblivious, but that doesn’t mean I look at him like that.” At this point, you stood up from your chair, Spencer’s approach throwing you off and getting you more worked up than you cared to admit.

“Besides, I have eyes for someone else,” you mumbled quietly under your breath, but Spencer caught it. “I’m calling the night. I suggest you do the same.”

You picked up as many files you could, not wanting to reach over Spencer before turning around to make you descent home.

Before you could get far, though, Spencer grabbed your elbow and spun you back to crash into his hard chest. You gasped, not making eye contact and instead opting for staring at his lips.

“Who?” Spencer asked, also not looking up from your lips. Both of your minds swarmed with the desperation to feel each other’s against your own.

“You.” And that was all he needed to finally succumb to his mind’s wishes. Your lips moved together like a violin bow to a string, creating a perfectly conducted symphony of files falling from your arms and deep inhales of each other.

Spencer reached out behind you, never taking his lips off yours and pushed anything that was on your desk with a deafening crash. Pens, papers and tape now littered the bullpen floor, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when all you could feel were Spencer’s hands gripping your waist as he hoisted you up to sit you on your now clear desk.

His lips finally detached from yours, the need for oxygen getting in the way of a kiss you wish could last for eternity. They didn’t go very far, Spencer attacking your neck with little nips, surely to leave incriminating bruises. Your hips started to involuntarily roll forward, searching for friction from his hardening member still constrained by his work slacks.

“Spencer, please,” you begged, needing to feel him, all of him at this moment. His lips abandoned your neck to slowly pull back and scan your body like a predator indulging in his final prey one last time before he answered.

“Please what, Princess,” Spencer whispered, his hands moving down to grip your thighs that were attempting to squeeze together at your new pet name.

“Please, fuck me,” you whimpered back. His deep chuckle resonated through you as he leaned closer until he was directly next to your ear, his hot breath fanning down your neck causing you to arch your back slightly.

“Right here on your desk like a little whore,” he whispered against you, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. Spencer shook his head slightly as he pulled back to grab your chin lightly with two fingers, forcing your head back.

He leaned in as close as possible to whisper against your lips one last time. “Only for you.”

Time stopped as hands sped up in a frenzy to rip each other’s clothes off, lips molding together like a lock and key never wanting to separate, and hips involuntarily grinding against each other in search for some friction in an overwhelming search for release.

Only when Spencer gave up on your shirt buttons and ripped the fabric apart, adding drums in the form of buttons hitting the desk and floor to the song you two collectively decided to dance to tonight, did he allow his lips to leave yours. Slowly, he nipped his way back down your neck, pushing you back softly until your body fully rolled down on the cool wood underneath you. 

Spencer’s eyes found yours again as his hands inched behind you, silently asking for permission to break down yet another barrier between your two bodies. After a pleading whimper from you, he unclasped your bra and slowly pulled it down your arms. 

Spencer maintained eye contact as he wrapped his mouth around your nipple, swirling his tongue around the peak before sinking his teeth in teasingly. Your back arched into him, a strangled whimper leaving your body as the heat between your thighs increased significantly.

“Spencer please hurry. I need you,” you whimpered softly, pulling his hair back from the top of his head in hopes of getting him in an area far more dire in need of attention. 

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” Spencer mumbles in between kisses inching back up your body. His hands make their way under your skirt as he continues. “I want to take my time with you, but given our circumstances,” he paused to take a look at the deserted bullpen. “I’ll give you what you want, and fuck you like a whore.”

There was no other way to explain the way Spencer ripped your panties off so hard the lace snapped under his force than animalistic. He wasted no time stuffing them into his back pocket, and fully separating from you to stand straight and unbuckle his belt. Spencer’s eyes stared down at you, taking in every part of your body to file away in his brain in case he ever needs it. His once honey brown orbs were now absorbed with black, his pupils full and his eyes displaying a kind of fire only lust can fuel.

Once his belt was fully off, he smirked and folded it in his hands. Staring at the new object of his desire, he tantalizingly shook it back and forth slowly, watching the way it bounced with his movements.

“Should I gag you with this so you don't alert the whole goddamn building of how desperate you are?” Spencer looked back at you to find your cheeks a deep shade of red, partially at his degrading tone, but mostly at the idea of being gagged.

“No, sir. I wanna feel you.” The title slipped past your lips with no control or hesitation. Your cheeks burned further as Spencer’s movements stopped, his eyes widening slightly. 

“Fuck it,” he whispered before throwing the belt on the floor and unzipping his pants with more speed than you've ever seen him move. 

Spencer gave you zero time to even register his size before he was stepping in between your legs, lining himself up and slamming into you to the hilt with one hand, the other grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling back hard, all while never taking his eyes off you.

You couldn’t stop the loud gasp leaving your body as Spencer groaned at the feeling of you around him.

“God, you’re so fucking tight, Princess,” he grounded out, the soft growl in his tone causing you to whimper and clench around him.

When he felt you start to squirm underneath him after adjusting to his size, Spencer started to move, setting a brutal pace immediately. Your entire body felt like it became engulfed in flames, the feeling of Spencer repeatedly hitting the sweetest spot inside you over and over with a force unmatched was too much to handle.

Tears started to well in your eyes as the soft whimpers and pleads left your lips. Spencer pulled himself from his position tucked neatly into your neck to stare down at you, never relenting on his pace.

“What’s wrong, Princess,” he teased, a smirk growing across his features at your tears. “Is it too much for your little cunt? What happened to the girl that begged to be fucked like a whore?”

Spencer let go of his grip on your hair to wipe the tears blackened with mascara that were running down your face. 

“So good, sir. Please don’t stop,” you mumbled, only half coherent. The only thing you could focus on was the feeling of Spencer filling you completely. His dark eyes flickered down from your face only for a second, but when he looked back up at you, excitement joined the lust in them, a swirl of emotions destined to destroy you in the end.

Spencer grabbed one of your hands that was gripping his shoulder, nails digging into the skin and leaving marks he wished would last forever. He placed in on your stomach, and confusion filled your mind for a moment until you felt the tip of his cock hit your hand.

“You feel that, Princess? You feel how deep I am? I’m gonna fill you up.” Your back arched, and you finally released a loud, wanton moan at his words. Spencer didn’t miss the way you clenched around him tighter at the thought. “God, I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, make you - fuck- carry my child. Make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”

You felt the knot in your stomach growing tighter with each word, and when Spencer lifted one of your legs into the crook of his elbow, hitting you impossibly deeper, you knew you weren't going to last much longer.

“Oh G-god, Spence. I- I’m gonna....”

“It’s okay, Princess. I’ve got you,” he groaned back, lifting two fingers to your lips before forcing them into your mouth. Instinctively, you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked on his digits. “Let go, Princess.”

All you needed was his permission before letting your orgasm rock through you, the muscles in your body seemingly losing and gaining all the tension in the world at once, your vision going white, and your mind blank except for one thought; Spencer.

Your loud moans were blocked by his fingers pushing deeper down your throat, catching them before any unwanted guests could hear. 

Your moans started to turn to whimpers around his fingers as the overstimulation kicked in. Spencer could sense it by the way you still clung to him as tightly as possible.

“Fuck that’s it. You’re doing so well, Princess, taking all of me,” he growled out, his hips losing their rhythm, signaling his own impending orgasm. Spencer leaned down further, pushing your leg farther up in the process, and again, hitting you deeper than imaginable.

Two more sloppy thrusts in that position, and Spencer was coming deep in you with your name and different praises being groaned in your ear. He bottomed out once more, coming to a stop buried deep, both of you trying your hardest to catch your breath.

When he started to pull out, you whimpered immediately at the feeling.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m almost done,” Spencer whispered, caressing your cheek as he fully unsheathed himself. The abandoned weight of him on top of you, and the loss of his cock filling you up left you cold as he went to rummage through your drawers for tissues, but all you could do was stare up at the lights hanging from the ceiling, your body still slightly twitching.

When Spencer returned to you, he sat you up and kissed your forehead before reaching in between your legs to clean you up. The second the tissue hit your sensitive cunt, you winced.

Spencer looked back up at you but before he could say anything, you cut him off.

“It’s okay. I’m okay,” you reassured him, smiling softly as you reached up to caress his cheek. Upon your approval, he went back to cleaning you up. “Actually, I’m more than okay. That was.. That was-”

“Yeah,” he said, chuckling slightly and shaking his head. “I know, right?”

“Maybe we should thank Luke,” you teased him. Immediately, his smile faded and he looked up at you with an expression that can only read “Seriously?”

You let out a full laugh now, obviously still entertained with the idea that the Dr. Spencer Reid was jealous of Luke Alvez.

“I’m joking,” you said, your smile turning from one of hilarity to adoration as Spencer straightened back up to stand between your legs and wrap his arms around your waist. “And Spence, it’s always been you. Not Luke, not anyone else. You.” You emphasized your point by jabbing a finger into his chest.

“Good, because that would make this really awkward,” he said back. You tilted your head in confusion to which he laughed at before continuing. “Do you want to go grab dinner?”

Your cheeks blushed profusely as he asked you out as if you didn’t just let him take you over your own desk at work. 

“I would love to say yes, but I still have to finis-” When you turned around to look at the pile of paperwork you had yet to complete, it was no longer on your desk, but scattered around it. During the rush of trying to feel each other completely, the two of you failed to notice the stack of files that started this whole thing had fallen all over the bullpen floor.

“Emily is going to kill me,” you said, turning back to Spencer who was still staring at the now empty spot on your desk.

“Actually, she has two reasons to kill us now.” You threw you head back in laughter, Spencer joining you at the thought of Emily finding out about the last 30 minutes. “But seriously, you go deal with the security footage, and I’ll deal with the paperwork.”

“Hmmmm...” You pretended to ponder the thought of not having to do all of that paperwork by yourself anymore. “Deal.”

“Deal,” Spencer repeated back, smiling softly before kissing you one more time.

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[sashi-ya]

Okay I feel like after reading your lactation kink with Corazon I feel like Law had a secret mommy kink and wants to do stuff with it…so can I request a nsfw situation with Law who tries to hide his mommy kink but it comes out?

Such a spicy idea omg 😈😈😈 But, besides the spicy part, I think Law might need this type of treatment sometimes. He usually looks so strong and serious, but I know he is a sweet child inside, so this type of kinks would suit him a lot. I hope you like it ♥ thank u for your request!! ~

NSFW ~ Sub! Trafalgar D. Water Law x F! Reader ~ Can I Call You Mommy?. Pt.1

TW: Mommy kink. Sub Law. Dom reader. Nipple play. Face sitting. Punishment. Rimming. Impact play (soft). Choking (soft). Ass masturbation. Oral sex. Vaginal Sex.

WC: 2K

Tag list: @undercoverweeeb @mistyroselove

There is a second part, you can read it here

The night is cold, your body pressed against your tattooed boyfriend. His inked fingers running through your hair, you are completely covered by the sheets. He yawns and nuzzles on the crown of your head. “I love the smell of that new shampoo” he says. “Thank you, Law” you tell him, hugging him really tight. “I love your perfume too” you say while sniffing his skin’s scent with your nose pressed against his naked chest.

He flinches a little, Law is extremely ticklish. You laugh, because you know it, and you want him to laugh (he doesn’t like it, though). “Stop it!! I hate tickles!!” he protests. “Haha!! I won’t stop!!” you laugh while your fingers graze all of his skin.

“I’m gonna punish you!” he states. Normally, Law is the dominant one, your daddy. He usually “punishes” you when you disobey his dominant orders in bed, but tonight you want to play a joke on him. For once you are gonna act like the dominant to see his reaction.

“Oh, you are gonna punish me?” you say and straddle your hips over him. You pin his wrists above his head and look him straight to his grey eyes. “W-what?” he gasps, scared and blushed. “I’m the one who’s gonna punish you, little bitch” you tell him, laughing, expecting him to frown and shout at you. But he doesn’t. He looks at you, speechless.

You decide to keep with the joke, trying to hold your laugh. “What happened, huh? Are you scared of me?” you tell him, bending over and approaching your face until your nose is pressed against his. “You… uhm… stop” he says, but his speech doesn’t sound convincing at all.

You think about stopping and laughing at him, but … Somehow, somehow this is turning you on? “Stop? Why are you asking your dom to stop? You don’t like to be treated like this?” you ask him, squeezing his wrists. He whines softly, and you can’t help but think that perhaps this is actually turning him on.

“What happened? Has the cat got your tongue?” you tell him, with a demanding tone. Law is sweating, he tries to hide his accelerated breathing, and the growing bulge on his groin.

And because he is not the only one aroused here, you decide to keep playing. No more as a joke, but as a reality. You quickly take your hands from his wrists to his cheek. Your thumb grazes his tender lips, opening them until your finger gets inside his mouth. “Suck it” you order him, expecting a sudden negative reaction. But he does as you tell.

Once the thumb gets completely sucked, you gently rub his face. Your fingers travel from the commissure of his lips towards his neck. You squeeze, gently but firmly. Law gasps and squirms under your hips, as if he was trying to rub himself against you.

“You like this, don’t you?” you tell him with a side smirk. He swallows under your palm. You are squeezing his carotids, he tries to gasp for air, his tanned cheeks become even more blushed. “Answer me!” you command. “Y-yes, I do… mommy” he says. He opens his eyes even bigger than before, scared. Law quickly pushes you off him and stands up. He runs towards the bathroom and closes the door.

You are sitting over the bed, completely unable to understand what has just happened. “Did he just call me mommy?” you think, and your core reacts to it. You walk towards the bathroom, knocking on the door. “Babe? Is everything ok? we were just playing, it’s ok. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, let’s just forget about it. I’m sorry” you tell him, worried. There is no answer for a few seconds, but then…

“Mommy?” he says from behind the door. You are not really sure if Trafalgar Law said that, but you decide to play along. “Uhm… yes?” you say, shyly. “C-can you come in?” he asks. “Yes…” you tell him and open the door.

Law is sitting on the bathroom floor, legs crossed, looking up at you. He actually looks so cute like this, you are always the one that feels little in front of him, but tonight it’s not the case at all.

Law extends his arms up, so you crunch in front of him. You pass your arms around his rib cage and help him stand up. “What are you doing sitting on the cold floor? You are gonna freeze in here. Let’s go to bed” you kindly say. He nods, and it amazes you how much of an obedient sub he can be.

“Can I call you mommy?” he asks, blushing. “Of course you can… why don’t you sit on the bed for mommy now?” you tell him. He immediately does so, awaiting your next orders.

You walk towards him, brushing your hand over his cheek. “You are so cute. You know that baby? you say. He smiles so sweet, so docile. Law passes his arm around your waist, pulling you towards him and places his cheek on your lower stomach. “I love you, mommy” he says. Your fingers tangled around his black hair, “I love you too, baby”. Somehow this is way easier than you thought it would be and you love it.

“Can I have some boobies?” he asks, not so shy now. Law has always loved to worship your nipples, and you kind of understand where all of this comes from… “Sure. Let me sit and you can have them” you tell him, sitting on the bed and helping him lay over your thighs.

Law, as he usually does, sucks the hell out of your nipples. Yet, this time, he is not over you, but comfortable laying on his back with your breasts in his mouth. You whine as he sucks and nibbles your sensitive skin. You can see how he gets incredibly hard, his grey joggings with wet patches from how aroused he is. “God, he is so into this, why didn’t he tell me about it before” you think, but quickly a big bite on your nipple pulls you out from your train of thoughts. “Law!! Don’t bite that hard!” you scold him. He smiles, devilishly, with your flesh trapped by his mouth. And you soon realize he is actually looking for a punishment… and he is gonna get it.

“Stand up, you’ve been a bad boy” you command. He stands up, pouting, looking at the ground. “Damn, how the fuck does he manage to be so hot even acting like this?” you think. “Why did you bite mommy?” you ask. “I’m sorry, mommy” he says. The way that word sounds with his voice, hits you right on your core.

“Kneel down, you are gonna learn not to hurt mommy” you tell him, and he does so. You stand up, walking towards him. You lift his chin with your index finger. “Stick your tongue out” you order. Law diligently opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out. “Let’s see what you can do with that mouth” you tell him.

Your shorts are off. Only pink lace panties remain. Your core is now pressed over Law’s face. He licks your sex over your panties, making them even wetter. But he wants to taste you completely, so his inked fingers try to move the cloth that covers your entrance.

“Did I tell you to take my panties off?” you ask. He stops and looks at you with puppy eyes. “You are so disobedient, baby” you tell him, and your hand softly slaps his cheek a few times. “I’m sorry mommy” he says. “But I guess you are right” you accept and take your underwear off. Next, he knows, he is back at being suffocated by your groin. You pull his hair, moving his head so it could bury into your sex more and more. He whines, he moans. He enjoys your flavour, the way you are dominating him. And because his tongue does wonders, and all of this turns you so much on, you come all over his face. He thankfully receives your arousal juices, enjoying your taste.

But this is not over, and even if you didn’t know you like this so much, you want to keep going. “Very good, little boy. Now stand up, Mommy is gonna have more fun with you tonight. I want you to take off those pants and lay on all fours on the bed” you order. Law’s eye widens. “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything you wouldn’t like, baby” you calm him.

“Ok, mommy” he says and frees his huge erection from the grey cotton pants. “I see you are so wet, baby” you tell him, and help him take his boxers off. You kiss his hips and let him go to bed. He is scared, you notice that, but at the same time precum drips from his member. Aroused, and scared. Aroused and needy.

There he lies on all fours for you. Both of you know exactly how the anatomy works, where are the most sensitive parts. You approach him from behind, kissing and biting his glute. Your tongue travels to his rear entrance. He gasps and squirms at the very wet touch. But he wants this, he is begging for this, even if he does not speak.

You rim him, up, down, and around. Wetting his entrance with passion. Your hand snakes from behind and milk his hard member while your tongue plays at his back, penetrating his entrance with it. He moans loudly, moans you never heard escape his mouth. Heavenly melody to your ears.

Your lover, is on the verge of cumming as he tells you “Mommy, I’m… I’m comming”. “Are you? oh no… Did I give you permission?” you ask, maliciously, stroking his member even faster. “N-no… mommy I can’t…” he whines. He is a mess and he is about to burst.

You suddenly stop. His aching member twitching on your palm, your finger menacing to penetrate his rear entrance. “Mommy…” he cries. “Sh baby, let me make you cum differently for the first time” you say. He already knows what your plan is, and surprisingly he moves his hips towards your hand. “You want this, huh?” you tell him and stick your index right inside him. He grunts, and you notice his legs turn weaker. In and out you penetrate him, until it feels so dilated you should add more fingers. And so you do. He accompanies your movements with his hips, he wants to take it deep. And he does. He finally reaches climax, no hands to his dick. Sticky climax product dripping from his member to the bed.

“Good boy!” you tell him, kissing his tattooed back as he gets back to his normal breathing. “Next time, I'll use a strap on with you, little boy” you whisper into his ear, making him squirm. He loved it; he wants more…

When he gets ready for the next round, you command him to fuck you. You lie on your back, legs spread open. “Come fuck mommy, babe” you tell him. And he does not hesitate. Those strong hips thrusting in and out of you, deep, so deep. He might be a perfect sub, but he fucks you like an animal, and you can’t help but let him destroy your insides violently.

“Do you like this mommy?” he says in between panting. “Yes, babe. Don’t you dare stop fucking mommy, or you will be punished one more time” you tell him, making you fuck you rougher, harder, faster. Until both of you burst into a big orgasm. Probably everybody around the New World heard you, but how could you hold back?...

“Mommy, I love you” he says, nuzzling into your breasts. You hug him tight, caressing his back in circular motions. “Mommy loves you too, baby” you tell him. Soon exhaustion wins the fight, and both of you drift into a restful sleep…

[babyboibucky]

Birthday Tiara

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You weren’t enjoying your birthday until Bucky comes along.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: SMUUUT, oral (m receiving), p in v penetration, unprotected sex

A/N: This is dedicated to our birthday girl @whoth3hellisbucky 🥰 I’m so happy and flattered that you sent me this request!!! I wrote and finished this piece as soon as I got your request lmao that’s how excited I was. I really hope you’d enjoy this!!! Happy Birthday and have a great one, lovely!!! 😘

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How in the fresh hell did you end up being in someone else’s birthday party during your own birthday? You have no idea in all honesty. Was it fun? Yeah sure, free unli-booze for you and your friends.

Were you having fun though? Not really.

This was supposed to be your day, and initially it was. You’d taken your girl friends out to dinner, did some pre-gaming at a nice bar and then went from one club to another. Everything was peachy and going as planned until one of your friends saw her co-worker who happened to be on her way to another friend’s house for a party.

One thing led to another and now you were here, in a stranger’s house and all by yourself because your so-called friends were too drunk to even remember why all of you were out together in the first place.

“Best birthday ever.” You harrumphed sarcastically as you stepped out into the backyard.

You shivered at the cold wind that welcomed you and wrapped your arms around yourself. Letting out a melancholic sigh, you began to kick at the ground in disappointment at how the night went.

Looking up, you found yourself staring into a pair of ocean blue eyes. You didn’t know whether you had looked at each other at the same time or if he had been watching you ever since.

He was standing a few meters away from you, with two other ladies who were chatting with each other. The man was tall and handsome, you could see that even in the dark. Brunette locks and a five day old stubble, donning a jacket with a wool collar— very, very handsome.

As if his physical appearance wasn’t attention-grabbing enough, he even had a plastic tiara on his head and you have no idea why.

The two of you continued eye fucking each other but neither of you decided to make any move. Despite the guy engaging in a conversation with the girls, his eyes kept going back to yours. You smirked when he winked at you before taking a long sip from his drink.

His eyes were glued onto you even as he brought a blunt up to his lips, taking a quick drag from it before handing it over to the girl in front of him.

And then he made a face at you, his hands gesturing as if he was telling you what the fuck are these girls even talking about?

You chuckled at his face and shook your head. Deciding that maybe, it was time to go home, you waved at the guy and walked away.

“I was asking you to come and rescue me out there, not leave me behind.”

Turning around, you found that the guy was already standing in front of you. Now that he was closer, you realized how tall and well-built he was. Your eyes automatically scanned him, from his wide chest down to his—

“Bucky.” He said, interrupting your thoughts.

“Bucky?” You repeated in question.

He nodded, “That’s my name. And you are?”

You eyed him suspiciously, trying to read his expression but he was just smiling at you and waiting for an introduction. You told him your name and shook his hand before the both of you started walking around aimlessly.

“What brought you here?” Bucky asked, hands inside the pockets of his jeans.

You shrugged, “Beats me. You?”

He mimicked your gesture, “Got dragged by a friend and now I can’t find him.”

You snorted, “Tell me about it. I was out with my friends to celebrate my birthday and now I’m alone.”

Bucky stopped in his tracks and tugged you back, his hand around your arm sending shivers down your spine.

“Hold on, it’s your birthday?” He asked with amusement. “As in today?”

You nodded, “Yup.”

Bucky licked his lips as he stared down at you, “You got a couple hours left to make the most out of it.”

You bit your lip, knowing exactly how you want to make the most out of it. Bucky was an attractive guy, you weren’t going to deny that. And he seemed to be insinuating at something too and honestly, you were up for it.

You were pissed off at your friends for ditching you for someone else’s party. At this point, you’d do anything to turn the tables around and make your birthday memorable at the last minute.

“Have any suggestions on how I can do that?” You asked, looking up at him through your lashes.

Bucky smirked, taking off his tiara and then placing it on your head.

“I’ve some things in mind that I can show you, princess.”

-

Bucky had you pinned against the door of whoever’s bedroom it was that the both of you first stumbled in. His lips were bruising yours as he kissed you fervently, hands wandering all over your body, cupping, squeezing whatever he can.

“Whose room is this?” You panted against Bucky’s lips as you pushed his jacket off his broad shoulders.

Bucky licked your lips and then began kissing his way from your jaw down to your collarbones, “No fuckin’ idea and I don’t care.” He huffed against your skin, tugging at the straps of your dress.

Your hands fumbled with the buttons of his top, almost popping them off with urgency when you felt a hand brush your folds through the thin material of your lace underwear.

“Shit, wet already.” Bucky grunted before grabbing the hem of your panties, pulling it down your legs.

Finally, you managed to completely remove Bucky’s shirt, revealing his more than average body beneath all his clothing.

“Fuck, happy birthday to me.” You moaned before pushing Bucky towards the bed, climbing over him and straddling him.

Bucky groaned when you sat on him, your bare cunt pressed against his clothed erection. He watched you with lust-filled eyes as you reached for the hem of your dress, pulling it off and then throwing it aside. He chuckled when you fixed the tiara on your head, straightening it up.

Bucky’s hand slid from your thighs up to your waist, his rough palms leaving goosebumps in its wake until he reached your breasts. He cupped them before he unclasped your bra behind you, revealing your entire body to him.

He sat up and licked a nipple, eliciting a breathy moan from you as your hips began to grind against the rough material of his jeans.

“Fuck, baby. You messed up my jeans.” He chuckled, noticing the damp spot on his crotch.

You couldn’t care less anymore, you needed Bucky right now. You wanted to feel him against you, inside of you. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system or the sheer disappointment how your birthday went down, but you were desperate to get laid.

Bucky sucked your other nipple, his tongue laving at it playfully as your hands grabbed at his fluffy hair.

You moaned out his name when he pulled away, laying back down but leaving his hands on top of your thighs.

“Come get your present, birthday girl.” He rasped, head tipping towards the impressive tent on his pants.

You practically purred and wasted no time to unzip him, quickly pulling his pants down together with his black boxer briefs. His cock sprang free, slapping against his abs and you salivated at the sight of it— hard, red and weeping.

Taking his shaft in your hand, you bent down and licked a thick stripe from his balls up until the tip, tongue twirling around his crown earning a low groan from him.

“I’m not even sure if it’s still your birthday we’re celebrating or mine.” Bucky quipped breathlessly when you repeated the action.

You took the head of his cock into your mouth, sucking on it and letting your tongue flick against his slit while your hand began to give him slow but firm strokes. Bucky lifted his head up to watch you, hands framing your face before he decided to fix the tiara that was still tangled into your hair.

“Look at you, baby. Lookin’ like a dirty little princess with my cock in her pretty mouth.” He grunted, moving his hips to get more of his cock into your mouth.

You hummed around Bucky’s length, relaxing your jaw as you tried to take all of him. He was too big and girthy but god, he tasted magnificent. Even without touching yourself, you could feel your wetness gush out of your throbbing cunt.

The kind of throb that needed to be addressed as soon as possible.

Bobbing your head, you squeezed Bucky’s balls making his hips thrust upwards before you released him with a lewd pop.

“Wanna fuck you now, princess. Come here.” Bucky said and took your face in his hands when you climbed back up, pulling you down into an urgent kiss.

You whimpered into the kiss when you felt Bucky line his cock into your entrance, pushing his hips upwards until the head was in. Straightening up, you placed your hands on his chest and carefully sunk down on his length.

Both of you moaned in unison when he bottomed out, the heat in your abdomen growing and growing until you felt like your entire body was on fire.

“Go on, princess. I’m all yours, take what you need.” Bucky urged, holding onto your hips and guiding you to grind down on his cock.

The slow, deliberate roll of your hips against Bucky’s turned desperate, with you moaning out his name as you bounced on his erection. You watched Bucky throw his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he growled at the feeling of your velvety walls clenching around his cock.

You grabbed one hand on your hips and brought it up to your breast, letting him fondle it as you rode Bucky. He let the pad of his thumb brush against your nipple before pinching down on it, making you cry out in pleasure.

“Bucky, fuck! I’m close...” you whimpered, legs burning but never stopping as you chased your high.

Bucky wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down to him before rolling over until he was on top. His hips pummeled into you hard and fast, lips attaching onto your own and swallowing your whines.

“Cum for me, princess. Come on.” Bucky growled against your lips.

A certain snap of his hips allowed his cock to hit your sweet spot, sending you into a spiral of pleasure. Your body went rigid as you climaxed, your toes curling and your fingers digging deep into Bucky’s ass as your pussy clenched around him.

Bucky kept on thrusting, his breaths mingling with yours until he too came with a low grunt. You hummed at the feeling of his warm release filling you up.

“Fuck.” Bucky breathed out, his body going limp against yours.

You stayed quiet for a couple of seconds, catching up on your breath before you let out a chirpy chuckle.

“I feel bad for the person who owns this room.” You admitted.

Bucky pressed a gentle kiss on the side of your throat before lifting himself up with his forearms.

“I don’t.” He said before leaning down to kiss your lips.

“Happy birthday, princess.” He greeted again before removing the tiara on your head.

“Like I said, I had a couple of ideas on how you can make the most out of your birthday. We just checked the first one on the list.”

You made a face, unable to believe that Bucky wasn’t done with you yet. Before you could even protest, Bucky beat you to it by flicking his tongue against your clit.

“Lay down and let me show you how a princess should be treated.”

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pretty-Peter Parker x reader

i tried writing Peter for the first time to thank my beloved @cxptxinrxgers for her birthday gift for me and i wrote the reader as a flower shop worker because she likes that :) Have fun reading! <33

The bell on the door of your family shop rang, notifying you someone just came in.

"One second!" you shouted from the workshop you prepared bouquets and cleaned your hands before going to help the customer.

"Hello, how can i help you?" You asked with a kind smile. The customer was young, early 20s maximum and probably about the same age as you, he was fit and he had the type of hair people would want to play with because it looked so fluffy and soft. He didn't respond for a few minutes and stared at you, making you worry if there was a flower on your hair or something like that.

"I'm sorry, sir?" He looked away and looked back at you giving a small smile.

"I'm sorry, i didn't- i'm sorry." You smiled watching him blush and stutter.

"It's fine, don't worry. How can i help?"

"I wanted to get flowers for my aunt, it's her birthday today and i have no idea which ones she likes the most but i wanted to be thoughtful you know?" You nodded smiling.

"Yeah, well if you don't know what she likes maybe go with roses or lilies. People usually like them." You suggested and he nodded.

"Okay, sure. Roses are fine. Can you give me like a few of them?" You smiled and turned back, going to the corner where the roses were and chose a few different colors to make a small bouquet.

"Do you want me to just tie them or maybe add some stuff?"

"It's okay, just tie them. Thank you."

"Of course." You smiled and tied the flowers with a ribbon. You sticked a small heart sticker to the end of the ribbon and handed it to the guy.

"Thanks, give me a minute." You nodded as he looked for his wallet in his backpack, he searched for it for a while but was met with nothing.

"It's fine, really. It's just a few roses. Just wish your aunt a happy birthday for me." You smiled but he shook his head.

"No, i can't accept that. I mean this is your job, i can't not pay you no matter if it's just one rose."

"Sir-"

"Peter." You smiled.

"Peter, it's really fine. Think of it as my gift for her. Please." You pushed his hand to his chest and he smiled.

"You seem like a really kind person but i really can't." He handed the roses back to you and zipped his backpack.

"If you really insist you can pay later? You should give these to her." He finally agreed and took the roses back, your hands brushing and making him blush.

"Thank you so much, i promise i'll pay tomorrow on my way back from school." He smiled and you nodded.

"Okay, i'll be waiting Peter."

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"Baby, i asked does this look okay? You with me?" Peter's touch on your shoulder snapped you out of your thoughts. He was showing you the flower crown he was making. The ends were a little too long and it looked a little messy but it was still perfect because he was the one making it.

"Yeah it looks great." You smiled and he kissed your cheek.

"What were you thinking about?"

"Nothing, just the day we met." He smiled at the thought and gave you a peck on your lips.

"I'm so glad i decided to buy flowers instead of cookies to May that day." You giggled and he tied the loose end of the last flower, finishing his crown.

"Look, it's done!" You took the crown from his hands and inspected it closely.

"How does it look?" He asked excited.

"It looks great Pete." He smiled and leaned down to kiss you again. Taking advantage of his closed eyes, you put the crown on his head causing him to pull back.

"Why did you do that?"

"Because you look pretty with it!"

"Do you really think i'm pretty??" He sounded so surprised.

"I think you're the prettiest person on this world." He covered his cheeks with his palms.

"You're making me blush!"

"You look even prettier like that." His smile only grew wider.

"I love you so much." He hugged you and kissed your neck.

"I love you so much more pretty boy."

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Prom-Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

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Summary: After weeks of persuading her boyfriend to take her to prom, Y/N finally gets Eddie to agree, only to get grounded. Stuck in her room alone on prom night, Y/N happens to get a surprise visit that is definitely better than any prom night.

Includes: fluff, some drinking, kissing, Eddie cheering you up

The click of the lock on your bedroom door sounded ominously. Grounded. You were fucking grounded on prom night. After you had spent weeks begging Eddie to go with you, you’d finally got him to get over his hatred of school-related activities, but none of that mattered now. All of this because you came home a couple minutes past curfew, a stupid mistake that you’d never let happen again.

You would admit that you should’ve known better. Your parents were fairly strict, and being ten minutes late might as well have been an hour. It did, however, seem excessive that they felt the need to lock you in your room. You weren’t stupid enough to try and leave while grounded when they would be checking on you.

You flopped onto your bed with a sigh. This really blowed. While you may not have been big into school spirit and hanging around with the popular kids, prom seemed like a fun idea. That was mostly because you wanted to have those memories of you and Eddie. Now you’d be here, at home reading ‘Lord of the Rings’ and listening to Black Sabbath on your record player instead.

A quiet knock came from your bedroom window. You looked up and your face broke out into a grin. Eddie.

You sat down your book and hurried over to the window to unlock it.

“What are you doing here?” Your eyes scanned him as he climbed inside. “Is that a suit?”

Sure enough, your boyfriend, who wore only ripped jeans, a leather jacket, and band t-shirts, was standing in your bedroom in a full suit. How had he even managed to climb up to the second floor in that?

“I’m here for prom, m’lady. You asked for a date, and a date you shall receive.” Eddie took your hand and kissed it, making you giggle.

“I told you, I’m grounded and there’s no way I can get out of here. They’ll notice I’m gone and then you’ll never see me again.”

“Who said anything about leaving? The simple solution to our little dilemma here is to bring prom to you, princess.”

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as he held out a gaudy jeweled crown.

“I don’t think the drama club will be needing this any time soon,” Eddie grinned mischievously as he stepped forward to crown you.

“I’m not saying I condone stealing, but I am so fucking thankful for you right now. Wait! Not yet! Give me one second,” You stopped Eddie as he went to crown you.

You were currently wearing one of Eddie’s old t-shirts and some pajama pants. Not exactly prom attire. You did already have a dress bought though.

You grabbed the garment bag from your closet and made a swiveling motion at Eddie. “Turn around, please.”

“You realize I’ve seen it all before, sweetheart?” He smirked.

“Oh shut up, it’s for the surprise factor,” you insisted.

He turned around as you quickly shedded your pajamas and pulled on the dress. You smoothed out your hair, put on the necklace you’d planned to wear, and decided that was enough. You went up behind Eddie and tapped his shoulder.

“What do you think, Munson? Worth all this hassle?”

His jaw dropped. You laughed at his exaggerated behavior.

“You’re beautiful. God, I’m so fucking lucky. I’ll never know why you hang around a punk like me,” Eddie murmured, gazing at you with adoration.

“I love you so much, Ed. Always.” You leaned up to kiss him.

Eddie didn’t waste a moment, putting a hand on the small of your back, dipping you and kissing you deeply. Right then, you couldn’t think of a better way to spend prom.

“I love you in the dress, but I think I’d really love you out of it too,” Eddie whispered in your ear.

You closed your eyes as warmth flooded through you. “As much as I like that plan, we can’t. They’d hear us.”

“We can keep quiet,” wrapped his arms snug around your waist.

“We say that every time, but you know how that turns out,” You shoot him a knowing look.

“I can’t help that I just love you too much,” Eddie pouted.

“Then dance with me,” You chuckle and reach your hands up to rest on his shoulders.

“As you wish, my queen.” Eddie picked up the crown and set it on your head before placing his hands on your waist.

Slow dancing to Black Sabbath was something you could confidently say you’d never done before, but it was perfect. It fit you and Eddie’s relationship. As the song went on, the two of you drifted closer and closer until no space was left. It was just you and Eddie, swaying slowly as the record played in the background.

Eventually, it stopped and you went to play the other side. You needed some noise in the background, so that you and Eddie could climb out and sit on the flatter part of the roof outside your bedroom window. It was surprisingly comforting as soon as you got used to not being afraid of falling off the roof. You and Eddie like to sit out here, seeing as this side of the house faced the woods, giving you plenty of privacy.

Eddie pulled some beers out of his bag and handed you one. He claimed this made it like real prom because "someone was always spiking the punch and getting everyone wasted." Besides, smoking would've definitely gotten you caught, so this was less noticeable as long as you didn't get slammed.

"So, how was prom?" Eddie finished off his can of beer.

"Perfect." You took a swig of your own, wincing at the bitterness. Definitely not your favorite, but it did the trick.

"Good. I've done my job."

He leaned over gently pulled your face into a kiss. Your lips parted as his tongue slid hungrily into your mouth. Somehow, the taste of beer was enjoyable when it came from him.

You scooted over to kneel in between his legs, tangling your hands in his messy hair. His hands drifted down your back and you could tell it was taking everything in him not to unzip your dress. Later, you decided. You'd make his patience worth his while later, likely once you were off of house arrest.

Luckily, you had almost a whole hour to yourselves on the roof before you heard footsteps coming toward your room. You carefully slid back inside just as your mom walked in.

"Honey, do you want...why are you wearing that?" Your mom looked at your dress and semi-fixed hair.

"Just wanted to wear it for a little bit, I guess," You shrugged.

"Okay, well we're going to watch a movie downstairs if you want to join us. I might take that off first, though. And shut the window, bugs will get in."

You assured her you'd be down shortly, after you changed, and finally shooed her from the room. You paced back over to the open window and stuck your head out. Eddie was crouched there still, used to quickly getting into a hiding position.

"Thank you again, Eds. Best prom a girl could ask for."

He grinned and kissed you. "Good night, my queen. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Good night." You kissed him back.

Back in your room alone again, you changed back into your pajamas. Before you went downstairs, you set the crown on your dresser. You made note to sneak it back to the drama club room later, but for now you kept it as a decoration to remind yourself of how incredible your boyfriend was.