#feli is very cute too

[pom0dorini]

ITABROS WEARING UNIFORMS IN THE NEW CHAPTER

[ask2pitaly]

... Yeah let's just leave it at that.

... You've had your curl ripped out???

- @ask2pitalyblog

Once in 1944, one of England's soldiers snuck up behind me and slashed a dagger to my head, and curl just went flying!

Felt like my sausage was ripped off honestly . . .

Germany had to carry me back to base and he told me that while the curl wasn't attached I could barely talk in straight English. I couldn't remember much other than my brain signing off like an old TV

Have you never had yours snatched off?

[midnight-bay-if]

what would the ros call mc and what do they like to be called😋

im literally checking your account every hour of every day just for updates

(This is very sweet :) Thank you!)

S: S can be a little old-fashioned regarding affectionate terms. They prefer terms like "darling" or "my love".

As for what they like to be called... They wouldn't be choosey, but something akin to "dear" or "sweetheart" would please them.

Rain: Rain values names greatly. The fact they are referred to by their chosen name isn't lost on them. So, if you gave Rain a name to refer to you by, they would be reluctant to call you anything else. But eventually, I can see them succumbing to the allure of a nickname. Probably something related to nature like; "my flower" or "petal"

Rain would fold if you referred to them as "sweetheart" or "honey." Something kind of cute would suit them.

Taj: Koel. (I absolutely love the trope of a nickname starting out insulting but becoming affectionate over time.) T

AJ is pretty prone to nicknames in general, but nobody has gotten away with creating one for them. Once they let you, it would have to be personal—giving them a purpose to rest in. Something like "my eyes" would be akin to referring to them as "my protector". Or even "Felis" in reference to the constellation.

N: N defaults to "my dear" quite often, but they do this when they are also being condescending. It has become an unfortunate habit. If N really wishes to demonstrate their devotion—something they would only whisper in the dead of night when you are entirely alone; "dimidium animae meae" (half of my soul).

As for what to call them... Any pet name would suit N fine. As long as it is reserved entirely for them. "Beloved" or "dearest" would make them especially weak in the knees.

Umbra: it will take some time for Umbra to feel comfortable enough to use an affectionate nickname. It feels too much like giving them some kind of ownership they do not think they deserve. But eventually, endearments such as "my joy" or "moonflower" may slip into their vocabulary.

Umbra is already attached to their name. It was given to them in a moment of desperation, and it changed the trajectory of their lives as they know it. It would take something equally special to replace the feelings that sizzle in their chest when you call "Umbra".

[genshin-scenarios]

A Flower Made of Playing Cards (Lyney x Reader)

Summary: A highschool idol AU commissioned by a very kind and patient anon!

It's mostly inspired by this headcanon post, where Lyney spends his civilian life starting to pine after you (a classmate) while keeping his idol life as 'Felis' a secret.

Content warnings: reader is implied to be at a height where Lyney can spin them under his arm?? That's pretty much it! Still gender neutral as usual

Preparing for the Stage:

When Lyney was first asked what he wanted to base his idol concept on, he decided on the magic of luck — something unpredictable and frankly, he wouldn’t bet on most of the time — but if a black cat of all things could disguise itself as a charming magician who made dreams come true, Lyney thought that could be the truth threaded within his performances. 

His luck in gaining a family as supportive as his own. His luck in being chosen out of many candidates to debut, and…

Suppose a bit of rotten luck could play into his concept too. The kinds where props or staff go missing on the day of his nationwide tour, and miracles come into play to get him out of a tight spot.

But like a cat landing on its feet, Lyney — as Felis — would always come through in the end with a smile.

There is comfort in the mysterious and ethereal. The audience places their faith in idols to remain as an untouchable being, talented and charming till the end; while the idol repeats their tricks and illusions, learning them down to a science of well-orchestrated plans.

With the right people to support him behind the curtains, Lyney is sure there is little he can’t do.

But at the end of the day, Lyney is still just a teenager. And when faced with you, who’d unknowingly puppeteered his heartstrings to skip at the quirk of your lips, eyes crinkling with laughter from your seat a few rows away…

No one said that stars couldn’t fall in love. In fact, the ways they do so might be more beautifully devastating than ever. And Lyney is nothing if not someone who burns as brightly as he shines onstage.

-

On the other side:

You’ve always thought of Lyney as a regular classmate; one who gets along with others but otherwise keeps to himself. And sure, he’s also really cute, but Lyney’s always just been a nice presence to hang around with, especially after you learned he has a knack for magic tricks and was willing to teach you a few, skilled fingers sifting through a deck of cards.

You’re starting to think that Lyney’s not just a friend to you anymore.

Despite your best efforts to keep your feelings at bay, you’re more than aware that the nerves building up in your stomach whenever he’s near spells out a crush. As you get to know him, Lyney’s somehow went from cute to pretty, and you know you're not crazy when you notice his quiet charm shifting into something more extroverted. 

There are no seating plans during the breaks between classes — particularly if it’s this week, where your science teacher has packed off to accompany a sports team to a tournament — so you spend the hour finishing your substitute work with Lyney by your side. Except once you’re both done, he takes to scrolling through his phone and showing you the posts on his feed every now and then, and you swear his chair has been shifting closer and closer every minute.

With quiet words, Lyney leans towards you with a quirk to his lips. You wonder if he realizes how dangerous this is to your wellbeing. 

“This cafe’s menu is themed after wizards! See the cauldron?”

“Maybe you could get a part-time job there as an entertainer.” You suggest.

Lyney hums. “But I only like to perform magic for my friends. Which totals to three people, including you.”

“Are the other two Lynette and Freminet?”

“Bingo!”

“I don’t know if your sister would be happy to hear that.” She’d probably say he sounds like a loner.

“Nevermind if that makes her cringe — she’s stuck with me anyways. But I’d like to think at least Freminet would be happy.”

“He’s a sweet kid,” You try not to get distracted by Lyney’s hair tickling your shoulder. “Maybe you should take him there with you.”

“Just between us, I think Freminet would be more comfortable if you were there too.” Lyney shrugs, eyes meeting yours with a clarity that tells you this is a genuine offer. “He’s a bit more chatty around you, which is saying a lot.”

“Maybe that’s just because you’re too much for him?”

“Whatever do you mean? I’m nothing if not quiet, introverted, shy…”

“Shy.” You repeat in disbelief. You might’ve believed that once upon a time, but certainly not now. “A shy person wouldn’t offer to teach a stranger how to do card tricks.”

“Maybe I was just enchanted by you.”

“You avoided me unless we were talking about magic.” You remind him, to which Lyney bumps his shoulder against yours with a huff. “Maybe at that time you were a little shy, but I highly doubt you’d be like that towards your brother.”

“I’ve let you talk too much to my siblings…” He’s pouting. “Your impression of me is ruined now.”

“There’d be nothing to ruin you with if you haven’t done anything.” You tap your chin. “Is there another big secret that I should ask them about?”

You don’t notice, but Lyney’s eyes widen before he tears his gaze away from you, trying to stop the blush rising on his cheeks. If he wasn’t sitting so close, he’d probably slap his face to snap out of it.

Which secret? His crush — or idol career?

Just the thought of you knowing about his feelings is enough to make him combust, but the idea of you realizing he was the idol Felis? You’ve already told Lyney you weren’t that interested in idols since they were real people, compared to 2D characters who you could headcanon about to your hearts’ content. 

A part of him is relieved this means that if you fell for him, it’d be for himself. But another part feels like it’s a waste of the possibilities floating around his head; what if he surprised you by inviting you to a concert, then watched as the understanding enters your face when he steps onstage? What if he dedicates one of his performances to you, or asks you to sneak out with him after a show?

He’s even wearing just one side of his earphones so there’s an opening to offer you the other; it’s less about the music at this point, and instead the little gestures that tell him he has a chance.

He’d take any interaction if it has to do with you, but only within the safety of his own home would Lyney allow himself to daydream — his imagination causing a burn on his cheeks.

Lynette tells him he’s been reading too many mangas, but an idol can dream. Lyney just hadn’t expected you to become one of said dreams so fast.

-

Rehearsals:

Somehow, practicing how he’d confess to you is harder than any other rehearsal Lyney’s done. Perhaps it’s because he knows he looks like an idiot, speaking to the wall-length mirror after he gave up on Lynette and Freminet as helpers.

…The things he’d like to say to you remain private, anyways. There’s no way Lyney could bring himself to sound so sappy to anyone’s face but yours.

Seeing as it’s off-season, the only idol work Lyney has is related to magazine and advertisements shoots. It’s nothing much compared to when he first did an overseas tour, so he has the chance to steal some time for himself — going for a coffee run after he dons a mask and large sweater, then a cap which hides most of his hair.

Today Lyney had to model for a limited-edition pocky series. It’s strawberry and something-flavored, so the dress and makeup people had the bright idea to add a ribbon to his hair. It’s fanservice, it’s cute, and Lyney doesn’t think much of it seeing as he can’t see himself, until he spots you outside of the cafe where he’s waiting for his order. 

He’s always been light on his feet, but Lyney doesn’t think he’s ever ducked into a corner so fast, quieting himself in an attempt to become invisible.

You haven’t seen him without his glasses before, so maybe you wouldn’t…?

“Order for Felix!”

Of course it’s his turn now that you’re here. He considers taking off the ribbon before thinking better of it, hoping it isn't visibly poking out from underneath his cap.

“...Here!” Lyney tries not to cringe as he goes up to the counter. On most days he gives the cashier a random name — sometimes ‘Felix’ because it could be his idol alias read wrongly — but right now it almost gives him a heart attack when he hears his not-name, because it’s followed by you accidentally bumping into him and apologizing for almost spilling his coffee.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

“It’s alright, nothing’s spilled.” Lyney realizes too late that you might recognise his voice, and starts to speak in a muffled tenor. “No worries at all. Thank you for your concern.”

“...Felix, was it?” You look at him in confusion. “Is your throat okay?”

Before you can look at him any closer, Lyney’s turned away from you and started to speed-walk out of the cafe like his life depends on it. 

“Perfectly fine, enjoy your day!” He says a bit louder to not appear too rude. He’s quite sure his ears are red as he makes his retreat, and by the time he makes enough distance between himself and the cafe, Lyney realizes something.

He didn’t even get to hear your coffee order!

-

Back to your side:

Out of all strange incidents that could happen over the weekend, you didn’t expect an encounter with some ‘Felix’ guy to linger in your mind until now.

To be honest, it was less about the stranger and just the ribbon you spotted in his hair when he ran away. As you listen to Lyney ramble about a magic trick he’s figured out recently, you watch the way his ash-blond locks sway with every motion.

…That pink ribbon from the stranger's head might look cute on Lyney. With how the breeze is playing with his hair, you can imagine the ends of the ribbon floating, threatening to fall loose and fly off the school rooftop you’re loitering at.

Lunch finished and forgotten, Lyney stands up as he’s reminded of something. He spins on his heel to look at you, hands linked behind his back.

“You know, over the weekend I saw a dance go viral.”

“The one on tiktok?”

“Yep! Want to try it?”

Lyney’s not usually this energetic, but it’s not so out-of-character that you’d start to find it odd. Instead, you’d like to preserve the easy smile on his lips while you still can — it’s a rare sight to see him this excited, steps light and gaze playful.

“I’m not a good dancer, though…” You hesitate, before Lyney comes closer to pull you to your feet with both hands — and how could you say no when your fingers are still loosely linked between you?

Lyney’s cheery demeanor slips into something more calm. With a content hum, he takes a small step away from you and positions his feet. You mimic him as he explains each move.

“Okay, so now you have to do a turn from this side.”

“How should I when you’re still holding onto me?”

“Like this,” Lyney urges you to turn, and as naturally as momentum brings you, he lets go of one of your hands to twirl you under his arm. “See? It’s easy!”

“I’m quite sure the dance didn’t involve a partner.” You can’t keep your smile down, peering up at Lyney when you stand in front of him again. “Trying to set a new trend, are we?”

“Only if you’ll let me record us. I won’t post it anywhere though, since my manager might get mad at me.”

“Your manager at work?” You ask, confusion furrowing your brow. “Did you accidentally sign an extra clause or something? They shouldn’t be able to control how you act outside of your shift!” Lyney bursts into laughter, earning a light hit on the shoulder from you. “Hey! This is serious — what kind of part time job did you get yourself into?”

“I wouldn’t say it’s a regular side-gig.” Lyney calms down, expression dusted with a pink blush as he looks at you fondly. “I’m a bit of a public figure, though I don’t normally dress that way when I’m at school.”

“Well then, Mr Popular.” You play along. “What should I be calling you instead then, when I see you during your job?”

“...Most people call me Felis, if that rings any bells.” He glances away. “It’d be pretty embarrassing if you didn’t recognise my name. But I do have to sing, dance, and…”

“You’re an idol.” Your eyes widened, the words spoken so quietly, you had to repeat them just to make sure they didn’t slip away. “You’re that idol, aren’t you? The sparkly-looking guy on the billboards!”

“Not so loud!” Lyney hushes you, grabbing your shoulders in reflex before stopping. He clears his throat, taking a step away. You would’ve minded the distance more, if it were not for the sight of Lyney bashful in front of you. “...It’s a bit of a secret, just so I can still live peacefully as a civilian. I asked Lynette and Freminet to make sure no one could overhear us here. They might be as nervous as me about your reaction, I’m sure.”

“I find that a little hard to believe.” If anything, they might be more worried about Lyney recuperating. You speak tentatively, raising a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. “Now that I’m checking properly though, you do have the same look.”

It takes everything in Lyney to not squirm at your touch, and it’s even more terrifying that he wants to keep you there. “I would hope so, seeing as we’re the same person.”

“I bet Felis doesn’t spin his fans under his arm,” You quirk a cheeky smile. “Unless there’s something else you have to tell me?”

“Of course not, that’s only reserved for the best of…” Lyney trails off, the word ‘friend’ dying on his tongue. Not that you aren’t one, but— “I thought it’d be important to tell you about my job, before I ask you the real question I have on my mind.”

Giving him a nod, you tell him you’re all ears.

“...If you’re free next week, would you want to go somewhere together? As a date, I mean.” He lets the question sit in the air. “I understand if not, of course, whether it be because you just see me as a friend or find the whole idol thing too much—”

“I’ll make sure I’m free.” It takes a moment for your answer to register in Lyney’s head before his eyes light up. “Rather, you might have to make sure I don’t mess anything up for you. Like… should I call you by another name? Do I also need to wear a disguise?” If you had a net right now, it’d be very helpful in catching the butterflies in your stomach, to keep you focused on what you’re saying.

Just you would be perfect. “As long as we dress casually, it should be fine.” Lyney’s smile is contagious, now that he’s settling into the fact you said yes. “Sunday afternoon?”

“Sounds good!” You’re cut off by the bell. Remembering that you have PE and haven’t changed yet, you curse under your breath and quickly apologize to Lyney. “I’ll see you later— or text, if not!”

By the time your sentence ends, the door to the rooftop has shut, and Lyney is left standing with the tiniest of smiles, looking at the ground to try and control his expression before his siblings can bombard him with questions.

Lyney has never felt nervous while singing love songs before, but his manager recently commented that he feels younger than usual. Like an actual teenager in love.

It checks out, considering how fast his heart races when he starts to associate lyrics with you. Gone is the Felis who shines like an untouchable star, and here enters an idol who might just be human.

He enjoys it, as afraid as he is at the same time. To place one’s heart in the hands of another is terrifying, but he’d rather it be you than anyone else.

…But maybe you shouldn’t attend any of his concerts for now. He doesn’t know what he’d do if his brain short-circuits at the sight of you within the crowd. 

His own little secret within a sea of people entrusting him with their dreams — what a thrilling thing indeed.

-

Speeding up:

After that day, you noticed that Lyney has loosened up more around you — in a way that means he’s more likely to smile and cling to you during conversations. If he had cat ears, you can imagine they’d be standing proud every time he managed to fluster you, watching for every micro-reaction as if his career depended on pulling that expression from you as he might with a crowd of adoring fans.

Except you think that Lyney’s adapting to this too quickly. How is it that he was the nervous one that day at the rooftop, but has been going on the offense ever since the next morning?!

Lynette apologized to you in advance, telling you that once Lyney has his eyes on a goal, he’d be merciless in trying to charm your heart. You just didn’t think it’d affect you this much, though that might have more to say about how quickly you’re falling rather than Lyney’s approach. 

Every time Lyney calls your name and decides it’s time to hang around you like sunshine to a flower, you’re reminded of the clips of Felis you’ve watched after learning of his job. It was a mix of curiosity and puzzling out what Lyney’s other side might be like…

But god, does he have to constantly sport a smile like that? You find out through a promotional video that the coffee shop stranger actually was Lyney, and the ribbon does look very cute in his hair.

It’s a shame you’re only seeing the whole design through a screen. And even worse is the way he’s blowing a kiss to the camera in this one music video—

“What’re you watching?” Lyney’s hands rest against the back of your seat as he leans to look over your shoulder, prompting a panicked noise from your throat. You fumble with your phone, flipping it over so he can’t see. The little smile Lyney’s wearing tells you he has an inkling, but he does you the favor of not spelling it out. “Must’ve been a pretty good video if you didn’t hear me coming over.”

“You snuck up on me!” Sending him a glare, you power off your phone protectively. “...And if you must know, I was just listening to a song.”

“Can I hear?” Despite his playful tone, Lyney does give you the space to deny him as he adjusts his glasses. “But of course, I understand if you don’t like to share headphones.”

“I don’t mind, but there’s something else I’m wondering about.” You tilt your head up to peer at Lyney more closely, reaching a hand out to graze against his fingers. “Are these real?”

“My hands? I’d hope so.”

“Your glasses.” You retort quietly, trying not to roll your eyes. “Despite how I had to make a reality check about you too, I do know in fact that you’re real.”

Lyney laughs, raising a fist to his mouth. “You flatter me. But to answer your question — yes, these are actual glasses. Though the prescription isn’t too bad, so I only wear contacts if needed elsewhere.” With a serious pause, Lyney meets your gaze. “I wear these to school though, because I need to look at the board from behind and admire you clearly.”

You prop your chin against your palm. “I’m starting to think you’ve gotten too flirty recently.”

“Would you believe me if I said I’ve been holding back?” He hums, pulling a chair to sit beside you and mirror your pose. “I wanted to make sure you were comfortable with me romantically at first, but after that…”

“...You’re lucky I find you cute.” You sigh in jest. “At this rate, you might wear me down before we even go on a first date.”

“There’s still a lot about myself I’d like to share with you.” Lyney quietly admits. “I just hope we’ll be able to talk with more freedom. And if you decide you still like me after that — I suppose I’d feel like the luckiest guy in the world.”

The softness in his words somehow hits you harder than his previous flirtations. 

It’s me who should be feeling incredibly lucky.

Rather than one persona being more genuine than the other, you were starting to understand Lyney’s balance between the schoolmate you knew and the charming idol onscreen.

You see the truth of his smile underneath the blinding lights and exchanges in the hallways; the adorable way he fiddles with his pen during class versus his confident choreography.

It’s all Lyney. You just have to learn more about him and put his trust to good use.

He’s not the type to pull just anyone into his world, after all. Lyney has always held back just a little, so as to not let his secrets show from behind the curtains to even his familiar friends.

And now that he’s allowed you in, how could you possibly take his excitement for granted? You’d be lying if you said you weren’t looking forward to it too.

-

The date:

When Lyney greets you at the start of the date, the last thing you expected is for him to sneak a pink rose into your hair in place of a bouquet.

He claims it’s more discreet, especially considering the way he’s dressed with a mask and hat to hide his features, glasses also present. Despite these, Lyney is expressive enough that it doesn’t affect your conversations, and you allow him to take your hand as he leads you to the aquarium. It’s lunch time, so you’re going against the regular flow of people and enjoying the exhibits while it’s less populated.

Beneath the walkway tunnel where various rainbows of fish swim by, you gaze up in wonder at the shadow of a shark passing through.

Fontaine is nothing if not abundant in sea-related attractions, even if the main city is on land. You haven’t visited this aquarium since you were a kid, so it was nice to relive traipsing through a world washed in soothing, gentle blue.

“I think when we were younger, me and Lynette would talk about catching these fish if we were allowed into the tanks.” Lyney muses. “Perhaps that’s why our father says we’re like cats.”

“If we were in the wild though, catching fish for dinner would be a pretty good idea.” You gaze up. “But… if I was able to breathe underwater, I think I’d just spend all day escaping my troubles.”

“Would you have space for a partner in crime?”

“Only if they’d be able to help, by whisking us away from pursuers, for example.” You smile when Lyney starts swinging your hands lightly between you. “It’s stressful business when I have to worry about two of us getting caught, instead of just one.”

“I’d take the heat so you can get away first.” The conversation is childish, but Lyney’s sentiment makes a frown pull at your lips.

He’s confused when you stop walking and turn to face him. “No self-sacrifices! We either run together or get caught together. Nothing in-between.”

Something flickers in his eyes before he replies, tone warm. “Alright then. I’m at your mercy.”

“A bold claim, when you surprised me with this in my hair.” You point towards the rose Lyney’s managed to secure to your shirt with a pin, after his initial sneaky reveal. “...I’m just trying to make sure you’re not the only one giving between us, but it’s hard to keep up with all…” You gesture vaguely at him. “This.”

“You just signaled to all of me.” 

“That’s right!” You huff, crossing your arms across your chest. Lyney resists the urge to reach out and entwine your fingers again. “You’re too pretty, and nice, then I find out you can sing and dance too—”

“But I like surprising you.” Lyney chirps back, a laugh in his voice as he notices the way your face is darkening with a blush. He does you the service of hiding this from passersby — if any actually entered the walkway now, empty as it is — with his hands cupping both of your cheeks. “Maybe it’s because I’m a workaholic, but I want to make sure your eyes are only on me.” It’s the most dangerous thing he could say to you, in public or not. “So maybe I should apologize for dragging you into my selfish whims.”

“...But you don’t intend to stop.” You say, feeling lightheaded.

“Of course not.” Lyney hums, eyes bright with a smile. “There are a lot of stars to compete with in the night sky.”

And you said we're in this together, did you not? It's not the first time someone's told him he doesn't have to do things alone, but… it means a lot, coming from you.

“I hope you don’t say this to all your fans,” you sigh, relaxing into the softness of his palms. They’re smooth, and you realize Lyney’s always felt a little warm to the touch. 

“You’re a fan?”

The lilt in Lyney’s voice tells you you’ve made a mistake in your choice of words. He’s much, much too happy that a previously-disinterested person like you has now seen enough of his idol content to make such a slip.

“A fan of Lyney Hearth.” You try to salvage your pride, gaze trained onto the ground.

“Oh… I see.”

Lyney’s eyes widen before he catches himself, suddenly glad he’s wearing a mask for a different reason.

God… What is he going to do with you?

-

After attempting to feed penguins, seals, and exploring the open pool where you’re allowed to touch reef creatures, you and Lyney make a beeline out of the aquarium and towards the main shopping street, where many cafes are abound.

Since you were working against the usual rush schedule, you managed to grab a seat at a local favorite which also served meals; corner of the cafe and out of sight.

The meal passes by without issue, and next you browse some stores nearby while slowly heading towards the park. You were in a hobby shop when a group suddenly exclaimed the name Felis, causing Lyney to flinch and pull you with him behind a shelf.

“Oh my god, they do have idol stuff!”

“Yeah, but we already have this! It’s not new merch, y’know.”

Lyney lets out a relieved sigh, slumping against the shelf of comics. “Nevermind, false alarm.”

“Are you always this jumpy?” You whisper back, resisting the urge to look around him and see what said Felis merch was as the group moves to another end of the store. Lyney doesn’t seem to realize his arms are still wrapped around you, and that if you simply tilted your head a little, your faces could touch.

“Only because I’m more distracted today.” With you. “It’s nice to know that people are having fun though. My manager would classify that as a good review.”

“Yes, but also, um…” You clear your throat, causing Lyney to finally turn his head and freeze at your proximity. “Not that I mind, but you’re still holding on to me.”

“...Am I too close?” He sheepishly asks.

Yes.

“Not at all.” You swallow your nerves. “But if the staff find us like this, we’re definitely going to get kicked out.”

-

One shared crepe and a walk in the park later, you reach a quiet area hidden between the trees that’s lit by the evening light. Lyney explains that he and other trainees would often come here to hide out and practice choreography together, when the training rooms became too suffocating. In hindsight, he’s quite sure this spot had eventually been bought out by their company, seeing as they never ran into any press or strangers here.

“We’d prop our phones on water bottles and record ourselves, since there was no mirror.” Lyney recounts. “It was mostly to catch our mistakes, but some managers encourage us to pretend we’re doing vlogs too, to get used to presenting our personalities to the camera. Whatever does get uploaded is screened, though.”

“Do you still have those videos?” You’re sitting on a bench, legs crossed and facing one-another. “The ones that didn’t get posted, I mean.”

“...Maybe? They’re really embarrassing though.” He chuckles, and almost moves to take off his mask before he thinks better of it. “And I think I only did those to update my family on how I was doing. They don’t believe my words entirely when I say I’m fine.”

“You are too good of a talker, so I’d be wary too.” You laugh, glancing up at the sky. The clouds are parting for purple and orange. “I think once upon a time, I might’ve dreamed about doing something creative too. Like singing, fashion, or etcetera.”

“Not every interest has to be placed in the public eye.” Lyney takes off his hat, giving you a wink. “Guess what’s inside.”

“A dove? More roses?”

“Take a look.”

Once you lean closer, Lyney raises the cap to shield your faces from one side, then pulls his mask aside to block the other. It’s over in a moment, but he brushes his lips over your cheek, and the one image that clings to your mind is the blush adorning his face and the clear look in his violet eyes.

Eyes that are trained on you — holding your attention until something flickers in the corner of your vision, and Lyney reveals a rose made of playing cards.

You look down to check for the flower pinned on your shirt: no longer there, and presumably transformed by Lyney’s trick of the senses. He allows you to take the handcrafted rose with a satisfied smile.

“I was nervous it might’ve fallen apart after walking around all day.” He admits. “It’s not as romantic as a regular rose, but I hope it holds its charm all the same.”

It’s very him. Lovely and careful in the ways he opens up his petals to you, but hiding a puzzle of spells underneath.

“It’ll last a lot longer, too.” You smile, storing it carefully to take home later. “How long did you spend on preparing that?”

“What do you mean? I transformed it in a second.” He muses. “Besides, I don’t want to spoil the magic. It took a lot of practice, but normally just with an audience that looks at the hat, instead of…” Lyney trails off, clapping his hands together as if to signal the next topic. “I can teach you to fold a flower like that though, if you’d like.”

“In the library as usual?” You allow the shift in conversation, if only because unlike Lyney, you do not have the solace of hiding your expression behind a disguise. “I’m starting to wonder if your skillset will ever be exhausted.”

“Well, I’m quite adept at interviews, modeling, and learning things by sight.” For his idol work, he means. “But I will admit I’ve been curious about baking. Maybe one day we could try that together.”

“Collecting points in more categories, I see. Maybe you can teach me how to dance, too.”

Lyney surprises you by swinging his legs off the bench and standing. He gives you a little bow, a glint in his eyes as he extends a hand towards you. “One of Felis’ you mean? I could do that now.”

Right now?!

“Don’t you trust me to?” Lyney pouts. “I’m a good teacher, I promise.”

“M… Maybe next time?” You’re not too sure, suddenly feeling intimidated by the idea of proper choreography. By instinct, you still take Lyney’s hand and get to your feet. “I need to mentally prepare— Whoa!”

Before you can finish, Lyney’s spun you around and lowered you into a dip, hands supporting you at your back and waist. He keeps it shallow and helps you back up — lips quirked as you’re suddenly pulled closer to him with the momentum, bodies and faces inches apart.

His pupils are dilated.

Your indignation quickly forms into surprise. There’s a quiet tension surrounding the air — a question asked, and your hand reaches up to take off Lyney’s mask in reply as he steals your breath away straight from your lips. 

You’ve been wondering when you’d finally get the chance to stop his honeyed words with a kiss.

After you get home, you find a playing card that Lyney’s slipped into your pocket. On it is his familiar scrawl, and a few simple words:

‘Thank you for today.  Love — your number 1 fan.’

You get a feeling that this wouldn’t be the last time you exchange messages upon a suit of hearts. Maybe you’ll start investing in a deck of your own, just for him.

[skipper1331]

No thoughts, quick actions // Felicitas Rauch

a/n: based off this request.

Long distance relationships were something you never wanted to do. The thought of having your lover not near you, made you feel unwell, the risk of misunderstandings high and the longing terrible at times. You had seen it with your friends - nights that were spent crying on your couch because of a fight or dozens of rom com movies because they missed their lovers.

It broke your heart to see your friends that miserable and you could only imagine how awful their partner felt in another city, country or even continent. Those moments made you realize that you wouldn‘t want to be in a long distance relationship.

You kept that promise for a long time but when Feli, the german international and vfl Wolfsburg player approached you after a international friendly your heart was immediately stolen by her.

She came up to you with the intention to apologize for her sloppy tackle but the conversation took a quick turn as you found yourselves engaged in holiday stories.

Fast forward, the two of you have been a couple since 5 years.

In less than a few months after your encounter, the defender had let you forget all your opinions about long distance relationships.

Felicitas was worth the distance and every single misunderstanding - she was worth everything. You couldn’t deny that it was hard, super hard, at times but you managed. Holidays were spent together instead of telling each other stories about it, daily phone calls, short cute messages throughout the day made it possible.

You had to admit though, after 5 years of long distance you grew tired. You wanted to wake up next to Feli everyday, share a home with her, hug, kiss and touch whenever. From day to day it became harder to hide your disappointment or the fact that you missed Felicitas terribly. Nights were spent crying on the couch, some sappy rom com playing while you ate ice cream. It was getting too much, the honeymoon phase was over, you weren‘t blinded anymore - the familiar feeling resurfaced.

You hated long distance relationships.

and slowly you couldn‘t do it anymore nor did you want to.

Felicitas noticed your behavior, the bags under your eyes visible through the phone, the change in your mood and schedule. Besides being a professional football player, you started to do even more sports in your free time. You had to distract yourself, if you didn’t do so, the feeling of sadness would eat you alive.

Actually, the change was not only noticed by Feli but your teammates too, nobody asked you about it though.

Some of them didn‘t want to assume - maybe they were just imagining things.

Some of them were afraid of your reaction - would you be mad?

Some of them respected you too much to intrude in your life - if you had a problem, you would talk to them when you‘re ready.

It was Lia who took the matter in her own hands - she was one of your closest friends as she asked you if you wanted to get some coffee together after training.

It was a rainy day. The two of you sat at a table near the window, the smell of coffee filling the café, "You alright?" the Swiss asked.

A simple question, a question that most people would answer without any hesitation, even if the answer was a lie. You thought about lying to Lia, telling her everything was fine which it wasn‘t - Lia knew that. Added to that, Feli had texted her, both of them friends ever since their Turbine Potsdam time, to make sure everything‘s alright with you. So, there was no point in lying.

"I will leave the club in the upcoming transfer window" you replied and not with 'no' like Lia expected you answer.

There were no thoughts, just quick actions.

You looked at her no sign of confusion, anger on her face displayed - you couldn’t tell what she was thinking, her reaction calm and composed, something you appreciated very much. Wally always had to hear every thought before she could say something about the situation.

"I miss Felicitas" you mumbled with sad eyes, "and Wolfsburg offered me a great contract" you let the words sink in, not for Lia but for yourself. You would leave Arsenal in about 2-3 months, the club you spent the most time of your career and it will break and heal your heart at the same time.

"Say something, please?" the silence was deafening.

"What do you want me to say?"

"What do you think about it?" nervously, your fingers hit the table while you hoped her respond wouldn’t hurt your feelings or questioning your actions.

"I think it‘s the right decision"

-

After many conversations with your management and Wolfsburg, you flew to Germany as the deal was settled and ready to sign.

Feli didn‘t know about your arrival in her home country nor that you were in the exact same building as her - your transfer wouldn‘t be announced till the very end of the transfer window, Wolfsburgs wishes.

When you signing the contract, a heavy weight fell of your shoulders - you couldn‘t wait to see Felicitas everyday.

"In case you‘re wondering, training ended half an hour ago" Tommy Stroot winked, leaving you alone.

It took you about 25 minutes to your girlfriends home, one single rose in your hand. You rang the bell, cinnamon already barking behind the door as Feli opened it, trying to hold her dog back.

"Hi" you said, smiling widely. Your heart felt so complete.

"Wha- hi?" the defender pinched her arm, was this real? Were you really in front of her? "What are you doing here?" she asked, perplexed and shocked. Her question was forgotten when her senses kicked in. You were standing in front of her! Within seconds, Feli‘s arms wrapped around your neck, hugging you like you would disappear. Your own arms went around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. Oh, how you had missed her.

Neither of you could tell how long you stood in the hall, only when cinnamon barked, you pulled apart yet still in each others embrace. "I missed you so much" you breathed out, one hand coming up to caress your girls cheek. There was so much love shared, eyes telling the truth as you stood there in silence.

"I can‘t believe you‘re here" the defender chuckled happily, still in cloud nine, "for how long?"

"We should go inside" you told her at the same time, both of you giggling lightly before the German pulled you into her home. "So? How long?" she asked again, turning around.

You were silent for a moment, taking a deep breath, "I signed with Wolfsburg today. They will announce it soon" you replied in a low voice, somehow shy and afraid - how would she react?

No thoughts, quick actions

"You did what?"

"um, I signed a contract with Wolfsburg?" nervously, you scratched your neck, "I couldn‘t be away from you anymore. I just wanted to wake up next to you, see you everyday and kiss you good morning. I‘m sorry! I‘m sorry I haven’t told you about it! Please don‘t be mad" you rambled.

There was a deafening silence as Feli let your words sink in.

You were here.

For longer than just a few days.

You signed with Wolfsburg.

You‘ll be here everyday.

"I don’t know what to say" your girlfriend told you honestly. She was confused, happy and terrified but overall happy. She just didn‘t understand. Why haven‘t you told her about your signing? Was this the reason you acted differently? Did you miss her as much as she missed you?

you gulped, "oh" not expecting that kind of reaction. You thought she would be a little bit happier but her expression was empty. "I should go, um, this is for you. Sorry again" you mumbled, holding out your hand with the red flower.

"No, wait" the brunette said, gathering her thoughts as quickly as possible, "I’m happy you‘re here but it overwhelmed me" she smiled shyly as her hands went up to cup your cheeks, "you‘re so beautiful" her thumbs caressed your cheeks, eyes looking at you with so much love. Slowly but surely, her expression became readable - she was happy and so in love, "Will you move in with me?"

"If you want me to?"

"yes!"

-

Living with Felicitas was wonderful, the two of you matched perfectly - while she did the cooking, you did the laundry.

Your life in Germany was amazing as well, most of the Wolfsburg players knew you already and welcomed you with open arms. You adapted rather quickly to the german playing style, working yourself to the top - key player of the team.

It was hard at times, especially in the first few months as you missed England, the wsl and your family and friends but being with Feli healed every open wound.

Playing in the Frauen Bundesliga didn‘t stop you from watching all of the matches - you were a gunner through and through, no kisses or celebration touches at the Wolfsburg emblem.

Felicitas always joined you watching every gunners game, supporting the Arsenal the the same as you did. She did it before when you still played there, so why not now? It was something you appreciated very much.

-

"Was?! That‘s a yellow!" she jumped out of your arms, yelling at the tv. Chuckling at her, you pulled her back, "you know they can‘t hear you" you said. In fact, it should have been a yellow card for the Aston Villa player but as so often, the ref didn‘t agree with that opinion. The German international grumbled, sinking further in your embrace as she elaborated why that should have been a yellow card. Seeing Felicitas in your Arsenal jersey, in your arms and annoyed with the ref’s decision as it was against your club made you realize that she was the woman of your dreams. You wanted her to be your wife.

It didn‘t take you long to find the perfect ring for your girlfriend. As soon as you had entered the jewelry store and saw the shining simple ring, you knew it. That‘s the ring. You bought it immediately.

Now, you had the ring but no idea where to propose.

Beach proposal? No beach.

Restaurant proposal? No, too many people watching.

It had to be simple, somewhere Feli felt comfortable and where the two of you had enough privacy.

Home!

That‘s it!

Ring? Check.

Place? Check.

When? As soon as possible.

Leaving the jewelry store with so much confidence radiating off your body, you made your way to the heart of the city, buying flowers, wine, candles and balloons. You‘ve never been so sure about something.

-

Thankfully, Feli was still out with Obi and Ewa for a photo shoot, which gave you the perfect opportunity to set everything up. Rose petals decorated the path to the living room, flowers and balloons filling the room as some nice dinner and wine waited on the balcony.

However, as the stress subsided, a new emotion came to the surface - nervousness. Sometimes, you did things before your brain could even register what you were doing or rather what you were about to do - It often led to rushed actions without second thought.

But for once in your life, the thought and quick action was perfect, even if your brain wasn’t connecting all the dots, at least not yet. This was right. This was the right move.

Felicitas and you have been a couple for years, you lived together, worked together and loved one another - your heart knew what to do.

Make her your wife.

You sat on the couch, waiting for Feli. The food was probably cold, the varnish of your nails completely pealed off as you started outside, the velvet box in your hand. When was she coming home? With each minute that passed by, your nerves rose. Your earlier confident self turned into an anxious one - you hadn‘t even prepared a speech. Gosh!

Desperately trying to think about some loving words, you only snapped out of your trance as you heard the keys being placed down, "Liebe?" the brunette called right after.

"Living room" you called, standing up from the couch, arms hidden behind your back.

Just now, the defender realized the pool of rose petals on the floor, heart skipping more and more beats, the closer she got to the room.

She gasped when she saw the beauty of a living room, her true love standing in the middle as candles lit the room, "hi" you smiled.

"Hi?" your girlfriend said, looking around, eyes so bright as she walked up to you, "what‘s all this?" she asked a bit confused. Of course, the german knew about your no-thoughts-quick-actions as she called them, always surprised with the things you decided - never a clue what you were 'thinking'.

Her arms looped around your neck, claiming their usual spot as her fingers started to play with your hair, the most effective manner to calm you down.

"Marry me" you breathed out, no others words spilling out of your mouth.

Silence.

"I love you and I don‘t want to spend another day knowing that you’re just my girlfriend when I want you to be my wife. I promise to treat you right and love you with every inch of my heart till the end of time" you filled the awkward silence, rambling about the love you shared. "Take this ring," you opened the velvet box, "as a promise and a sign of love and fidelity. You‘re my forever." you got down on one knee, looking up at the love of your life, "please, will you marry me?"

"Yes!" she shrieked, clinging on to you for her dear life, kissing every inch of skin in her reach. She had waited so long for this moment. She knew she wanted to marry you as soon as she saw your first no-thoughts-quick-action move. She was totally smitten for you ever since.

[doudouneverte]

hii, how are u?

i've been obsessed w feli but sadly there aren't many fics w her.

could you write some angst+fluff for her? reader is sad that she can't introduce felicitas to her parents, because theyre not in the picture anymore (you can choose why) and feli comforts reader, but r feels like a burden?

a/n: oh, I love this one. Sorry for the wait but school is messing with my writing time...

"It's okay, I'm here"

*not my GIF*

Pairing: Felicitas Rauch x FRAWNT!reader

Summary: based on the request above

Type: Angst + Fluff

Warning: bad parents, homophobia (homophobic parents)

word count: 3398

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Back to the changing at the end of training, joy and excitement for the next game were clearly drowning the room. It will be the final of the DFB-Pokal against Freiburg. While the girls were planning things for the next day, you were discussing something with Svenja until music started to play in the room and you felt someone dragging you by the arm. You looked at them to find your girlfriend, Felicitas Rauch, visibly very excited to dance. You were exhausted and just wanted to get dressed and go back home, but her smile made you give up.

After a little dance and finally getting changed, you waited for your girlfriend in the parking lot, where you resumed your conversation with your captain.

"So, how was your little trip with Feli last week?" The German player asked.

"It was pretty cool. We didn't do anything special, but you know, with her, everything is special."

"Aww, look at you. You're too cute when you talk about her like that."

"I mean it. I don't really need to do something; I'm just grateful she's here, and I thought about..." You interrupted yourself when you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket. Before you could speak again, your girlfriend wrapped you in a tight hug and left some kisses on your neck, making you giggle.

"Okay, I think I'll let you enjoy your time together. We will see each other tomorrow." Svenja told you. You just nodded before she left, and you entered your car with the defender.

Back in your shared house, you exaggerated a groan before you left your shoes and your training bag at the entrance before collapsing on the couch. Feli laughed at your attitude before she joined you with Cinnamon in her arms.

"Oh, come on, training was rather light today." She said letting the dog sit on your lap before snuggling against your tired body.

"I know, but I didn't sleep enough yesterday, so I'm very tired." You explained.

"Don't worry, tomorrow is a day off. I know the girls proposed to have lunch, but if you're very tired, we can stay at home."

"I would love that, but you forgot something." You said making her a little confused. "Tonight, Julie, come, and we also need to prepare something for tomorrow." You remembered her.

Julie was your little sister, and the next day would be her birthday—well, not exactly. She already had her birthday the day prior, but since you started to play in Germany, she always comes to celebrate with you a few days later.

Feli knew about that. At least about the version you always told her—that being busy meant that your sister always had to come to Germany to spend time with you. It was actually true, but not the full version.

"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. Do you need my help for anything?" Your girlfriend asked.

"Um, I think I just have to buy eggs and flour to make a cake for tomorrow, but don't worry I-"

"I'll do it!" The defender cut you. "Let it to me. You know how much I love your sister. Don't worry, you can go pick up her, and I'll buy everything we need for tomorrow." She assured you.

"Are you sure about that? I mean, I know you can deal with everything, but I don't want to force you to do anything. We just came back from training; you're tired."

"And so you are. Don't worry; I promise you it's okay. I love to pamper her." She stole you a kiss before standing. "Okay now, come on, we need to take a shower before we go."

"I don't know if I ever told you, but I'm really lucky to have you." You said before following.

"I know, you say it every day." She commented.

"And you don't know how much it means to me." You whispered before kissing her. The defender didn't hear you, but she still reciprocated the affection.

An hour and a half later, you were finally ready to leave, and it took you only thirty minutes to reach your destination. Like expected, your sister was waiting for you, and she immediately caught you in a hug when she saw you.

"Je commençais à croire que tu m'avais oublié. (I started to think that you forgot me.)" She said after you pulled away.

"Arrête de faire ta drama queen, je viens a peine de finir mon entrainement. (Stop doing your drama queen; I just finished my training.)" You replied. "Now let's go. I have a girlfriend that I want to see." You added while you started to put her luggage on the backseat.

"Oh, come on, you see her every day." She said before taking place on the passenger side, you rolled your eyes and decided not to talk back.

The ride back was filled with laughter and pure enjoyment at being reunited. Back at home, Feli was already here, and of course the two women instantly fell in each other's arms.

"Wow, okay, I already got replaced." You said irronicaly.

"Oh, come on, don't act like that; you are always with her." Your sister said.

"Okay, I don't want any arguments today; I'm really tired, and I think we all need to have a good night. So, now girls, let's eat and sleep." Feli said ending any potential sibling argument.

"Yes, ma'am." you both said before heading to the kitchen.

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The next day, you were awakened by a very excited defender, and because she had to be quiet, you found it very cute. When she realized that you were fully awake, she didn't waste more time before leading you into the living room to show you what she started to do.

"Wow, why are you so excited?" you asked her after almost tripping on your own foot.

"Look at this." The defender showed you all the decorations she made a little earlier. "I just need your help with something. But before that, what do you think about this?" she asked you.

"That's... incredible," you finished. "I didn't know you had so much talent to decorate this place," you added, really surprised.

"Thans. I didn't want to awaken you because I know that you were very tired yesterday."

"Oh, come on, babe, you know you're maybe the only person who is allowed to wake me up whenever you want." You said while you rolled your arms around her hips. "I meant it when I said that I'm lucky to have you in my life."

"Okay, now stop being cheesy and kiss me before the baby wakes up and starts to complain because we show 'too much love'." She mimicked your sister's voice.

Just after attaching your lips to Feli's, you heard someone making some disgusted noises behind you.

"I can't leave you two alone for five minutes," your sister said, making you roll your eyes. "And by the way, I'm not a baby anymore," she added.

"You need to stop eardropping, you little dipshit." You said earning a firm slap from your girlfriend.

"Okay, let's not talk about that." Feli said, escaping from your arms to hug your sister. "Happy birthday, Prinzessin (princess)."

"Oh, and now she's been called Princess; you never called me like that before." You said while you filled a cup of water.

"Stop pouting, mommy; it doesn't suit you." Your sister said making you choke on the water, and Feli blushed more quickly than ever seen.

"Julie!" you both yelled.

"What? It's your own fault to not be quiet while you....you have your affairs," she replied with a disgusted look.

"Please, someone kill me right now." Feli said this dramatically before going back to your shared bedroom.

You were about to say something when your sister's phone rang. She looked at it, then looked at you with a curious expression. You didn't have to ask before she showed you who was calling; it was your mom.

You picked up for her and quickly pressed the phone on her before leaving the room. On your way to go somewhere far away from your sister's phone, you collided with the defender.

"Hey, where are you going? We haven't given her her present yet." You didn't reply and just dragged her back from where she came out.

"I just want to cuddle with you while she's on the phone."

Feli was aware that something was strange after your request. Of course, it was not unusual for the defender that you asked something like that, but when Julie came to visit, you were always stuck with each other. Sometimes the defender felt like the third wheel, but she knew that because you couldn't see her as much as you wanted, it was logical that you wanted to spend all your time with her.

"Is everything okay?" The defender asked carefully while you were lying on top of her with your head hidden in the crook of her neck.

"Yes," you replied quickly, but without moving.

"Are you sure? Because usually you would be annoying Julie knowing that she can't do anything while she's on the phone." She said with a little smile on her face, reminding herself every time you did that and your sister chasing you around the hole house after.

"Yeah, don't worry, I just want to spend some alone time with you."

"Okay." She replied and started to play with your hair. A few seconds later, she heard someone knock on the door. "Come in." 

Julie opened the door and immediately felt bad for you when she saw you curled against your girlfriend's body. "Uh, Y/n?" She called you, a little unsure of how she should announce it. When she heard you hum, she took a rather long moment before dropping the bomb. "Mom called. She asked if I was planning to come home soon and told her that I would stay until your next game." She took a pause, letting your girlfriend be confused for a moment. "Her and dad will come to see you play tomorrow."

"That's super!" Your girlfriend sheered, but when she was not met with the same excitement from both of you, she reconsidered it.

"Svenja wants to see me," you said before leaving the bed and heading to the bathroom. "I think it would be cool if you came too; I promised her to let her know when you come to visit," you said to your sister before closing the door.

Feli stayed there, trying to process whatever was happening. She didn't have to wait too long before you came back and started to get dressed.

"Listen, I don't know what's happening right now, but you do really need to leave right now?" the defender asked.

"Don't worry, we will be really quick." You tried to reassure her with a light peck on her lips, but she could feel that you were not totally honest with that. Even if she wanted to stop you or invited herself, she knew (almost) more than anyone to not overstep things with you.

~~~~~

"Well, when you say that something bad happened, I didn't know it was that bad." Svenja said while you were trying to be eaten alive by her couch.

"At least they didn't show up unnacounced." Julie said.

"Why do they have to come when we play a final? They had all the season to come and be as disrespectful as they wanted; why did they choose one of the most important games?" You asked no one.

"I think you should tell her." Your captain proposed.

"I can't..." You started to feel some tears filling your eyes.

"Y/n, I agreed to keep it for myself because we were sure that they would never come here to see you, but now things are different."

You sighed and tried to restrain some tears.

"Don't worry, we will be there if you need anything." Svenja reminded you.

~~~~~

An hour later, you were back at home. Feli noticed the change in mood but didn't say anything, at least not to you. She waited until you went to your bedroom to take your sister apart.

"Julie, what happened?" The defender asked.

"I don't think I'm the right person to talk to you about. I think you should see it directly with her." Your sister replied. "And honestly, I think she may need your help." She added.

In the bedroom, you were curled up on the bed while trying to stop spiraling–which was almost impossible–when you heard the door getting opened. You didn't have to look to know that it was your girlfriend who was visibly worried about your state.

"Hey liebe(love), what's going on?" She asked after she sat next to you.

"I don't want to play tomorrow." You said making her more worried than before.

"Why?"

"Because that means I would have to see them, which I don't want."

"Who? Your parents?" You didn't reply and just nodded. She laid down next to you and cuddled you as much as possible. "Listen, I don't know what happened with them, but can you explain me why you feel like that? You are usually the one who always complains that they never come to see you play, and now you're not happy with that."

"Trust me, you don't want to know." 

"Of course, I want Y/n. They're the ones who raised you, and... they're your parents."

"They were." You stated making the defender's heart shatter at your expression. "They stopped being my parents at the moment they stopped seeing me like their daughter." 

"What happened?" She asked after a little silence.

"Nothing," you replied. Your body was slightly shaking, and you were crying again. "nothing happened. They just hate me because I... because I..." You couldn't find the strength to finish your sentence while you were remembering your sudden departure from the place you once called home.

Feli tried to calm you, but nothing seemed to work.

"They hate me because I love you." You said, and now the defender started to put some pieces together.

"They don't like who you are?" She asked, and you shook your head. She finally dragged you into a bone-crushing hug while you continued to cry on her shoulder.

"It's okay, babe; I'm here. I'll not leave you." She said trying to shush you.

"I don't want to see them, please." You pleaded to no one because you knew that whatever happened, you would have to face them.

Your girlfriend pulled away from the hug and cleared some tears from your face. "Hey, hear me out, mein liebe(my love). Even if these people don't like you, we will always be there for you. Me, Julie, and the team. And even Cinnamon and my parents too." She kissed one cheek and the other before she spoke again. "If they don't love you because of who you are, that's their problem. For me, you are the most beautiful and incredible woman who ever walked on this planet; you are perfect, and nothing could change that. I will not let some horrible people think that they can change that. I love you, and I don't care if I have to fight your parents or the entire planet to have you by my side, because I would definitely do it."

Your sobs were more calm after her confession. That was the first time someone said something like that to you. "Do you mean it?" You asked.

"Of course. And look, my parents already love you, so you don't have to care about what your parents think about us. And I was thinking that if one day I have to ask for someone's blessing to marry you, it will definitely be your sister..."

She continued to ramble for a moment until you kissed her, and she realized what she said.

"I mean only if you want, of course." She said making you laugh quietly.

"Let me some time to think about it, but I would be happy with that." 

You stayed in your girlfriend's arms for a moment until you heard someone knock on the door. When Julie opened it, she could tell that you cried a lot, but from your expression and Feli's tight grip, she could also guess that you finally decided to tell her about your past.

"Excuse me, I don't want to ruin anything, but I think we have a birthday to celebrate, and we still don't do anything today." Your sister reminded you.

~~~~~

The final whistle announced the end of the match, and with that, your victory. You were celebrating with your teammates when you spotted your sister and your parents among the VfL fans. You shoot a sincere smile at your sister but decide to ignore the other adults to not ruin the mood of the team.

After a little celebration in the locker room, it was time to leave. You were in the bus waiting for Feli to come, but the defender didn't show up since you left her a few minutes earlier.

"Hey, Poppi, do you know where Feli is?" You asked your captain, a little confused, not to see your girlfriend anywhere.

"She said she had someone to see, but she should be back really quickly." The striker replied, and despite your pout, there was nothing you could do except text her.

In the parking lot, your sister was talking with your parents when they heard someone coming in their direction.

"Feli?" Your sister asked very confusedly.

"Hi Prinzessin, I hope you enjoyed the game." The defender said while she hugged the younger woman. After she pulled away, she looked at your parents and held her hand, which they shook much to her surprise. "Hi, I'm Felicitas Rauch. I think you saw me play earlier."

"Yeah. We don't usually watch football; we came because our little girl wanted to see this match, but I need to say that I'm very impressed by your performance." Your mom said with a rather bright smile, and that's almost made your girlfriend feel sad to know that the smile that she loves the most came from someone who hates you the most.

"Yes, I have to say that I agree with my wife on that; your team was very good." Your father added, and the defender offered them a fake smile. Julie watched the interaction, totally flabbergasted by everything.

"Thank you. I really appreciate that, but I came to talk to you about something else." The German said, earning a confused look from the couple. "I'm Y/n's girlfriend." At those words, your parents faces changed suddenly. The bright and welcoming smile was quickly replaced by a heinous and disgusted expression. "See, I'm not here to ask for your blessings or anything like that. No, I came to tell you to never show in front of her again. You already destroyed her too much in the past, and it took me a very long time to put the pieces together. I don't know why you showed up today, but judging by your expression and your lack of good feelings for her, I don't think you're here to make things up. I just want you to leave and never come back. You ignored her for the most part of her career. I think it will not be very difficult to do the same a little longer."

"I knew it." Julie mumbled to herself after your girlfriend finished her speech.

"I don't say goodbye; just go straight to hell and leave her alone." The defender said before going back to the team bus.

Almost five minutes later, you were talking with Dom and Lena when you saw your girlfriend finally walking to the bus with an angry expression. However, this feeling totally got washed away when she saw you tap the seat next to you to indicate that you had saved her a seat. She crashed next to you and intertwined your fingers before resting her head on your shoulder.

"Where were you?" You asked quietly.

"Saying goodbye to someone." She said with a proud smile. When you nodded and were about to resume your previous chat, she grabbed your face with her free hand, making you look at her. "I'm really lucky to have you in my life, mein liebe." She said making you blush.

"I'm very lucky too." You replied. "I love you."

"I love you too."

[temtamtom]

Do you have any pet HC for the brothers?

Yes!

Feli: Feli has a white cat named Gino, who was originally a gift from Sadık in the 1400s (Sadık was trying to woo him, and it worked). He can be a little stupid, but he's generally very affectionate and very social with other humans. It's quite rare for him to run away from visitors. Feli sometimes calls him Panna Cotta (among a myriad of other nicknames, like bello, ciccino, cicciotello, tesorino-). He also wears a lot of cute collars, sometimes even matching with Feli's outfits if he ever takes Gino out and about.

Romano: This is actually one of my oldest Romano headcanons- this man has a rooster named Ugo, and he is the BANE of everyone's existence (except Roma's <3). He only just started tolerating Feli's presence, but every other nation is a threat that MUST be exterminated on sight. Except Seborga, he's quite protective of the guy.

Ugo has definitely committed several war crimes, but courts are too scared to convict him. So he remains free...

Sometimes, I give them other pets, but those two are the constants! For instance- sometimes I give Feli a very pathetic Italian Grayhound, and sometimes I give Romano a Mastine Napoletano named Carmine (headcanon courtesy of the lovely @cicerenella <3)

[generational-atrophy]

If you don’t mind me asking, what would it be like if the Axis (including Prussia and Romano) were the reader’s next door neighbor. And how would they try to romance the reader?

(Hetalia Axis x Reader) Next Door Neighbor!

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N thank u for giving me a reason to write romano i love him so soososos much. Also whoopsies i did not write japan if u guys want me to do japan i will do it separately and then it will be longer thank u for ur undertsanding <3

Trigger Warning: Men being incredibly insistent, other than that none!

Feliciano has never been subtle. Especially with those he wants to romance. As soon as you move in, and he lays eyes on you, he’s completely enraptured. It wouldn’t even occur to him to take it slow. You’re cute, so he has to have you.

Anytime he sees you coming out of your apartment, he immediately strikes up a conversation. Of course, this would become very irritating for you, if it weren’t for how charming he was. Originally he tries to line up when he works with when you do, but he’s always late for everything anyway. That plan doesn’t last long.

“Y/N!” Feliciano calls from down the hall, sprinting towards you, “W-Wait up!”

Obliging him with a huff, you turn around to greet him. As he catches up, he immediately keels over, out of breath and panting desperately.

“Feliciano, good to see you. “

“Y-yeah…” he sputters out, still trying to catch his breath, “Good to see you too…”

He takes a moment to regain his composure. While you wait, you set down the luggage you had down on the floor outside your apartment door.

“Listen, listen, I wanted to ask you something before you disappeared. Which, wait, where were you? Did you leave or was I just missing you?”

“Ah, yeah, it wasn’t anything big. Just visiting some family out of town.” He perks up at the mention of your relatives.

“Oh, great! B-but, uh, I wanted to ask… Will you go on a date with me?” As he asks that, you look at him in shock, clearly taken aback.

“Seriously?” You ask, incredulously.

“Yeah! I’m cute, you’re cute, why not?”

You jump a little bit in excitement, “Of course, Feli!”

Oh, Ludwig would absolutely despise this scenario. He thinks you’re absolutely adorable… and now he has to see you around every day? Why can’t anything be easy…

He’s definitely very aware of the complications that could come with dating someone you have to see all of the time. He’s never been the most smooth… and now, if he messes up, he has to hear you through the wall all the time. What if you started dating someone else then too? He’d have to move… oh dear, oh no… clearly the best route is to just not talk to you at all! If he can take it…

“Ludwig?”

Immediately spinning around from opening his door, pressing his back against the wall when he makes eye contact with you, he responds, “Y-yes?”

You step back in surprise at his extreme reaction, “Woah, something wrong?”

“Nein, nein, nothing is wrong. What is it?” As he says that, he tries to pose casually.

You calm yourself down, pulling out a letter from your pocket and unfolding it. His eyes immediately widen at seeing it, and your suspicions are immediately confirmed.

“You wouldn’t happen to know anything about this love letter I got, would you?”

He stutters, “N-No! I mean… a little, but no! Yes! Maybe!”

“Ok, yeah, because I looked it up… and the only place that makes these kinds of seals is in some obscure German village. And I thought, who would know about an obscure German village? Probably my neighbour, right?” You smile at his reaction, noting his blush.

“Ja, ja, I do… I… um…”

You cut him off, “Did you send it?”

He freezes, his face flushing more, “Y-Yes…” he gulps nervously, “I-I’m sorry! I did not want to make you uncomfortable!”

“No… no, it’s really cute.” 

He looks at you in surprise, “Really?” He continues as you nod, “Well then um… would you like to go out with me next Friday?”

Romano falling for someone super quickly? Someone who, if he dated them, could create lots of awkward situations? Shocker. Fortunately, reality has never stopped him before.

You’re gonna immediately realize what’s going on. Considering that he trips over himself every day to say good morning and try to strike up a conversation, he is just as subtle as his brother. Except he can’t help but add at least one compliment every day. If he wasn’t so handsome, it would definitely be a bit creepy.

“Bella.” Romano greets you simply. He stood before you awkwardly, sweating but trying to hide it smoothly. Although he was the one who knocked on your door, it seemed as if he was waiting for you to speak first.

You pause, “Yes?”

“As you may have noticed, I have been trying to get your attention since you moved in.” He continues, trying to keep his composure.

“Yeah… I noticed.”  Multiple occasions in which he had almost cornered you to talk to you, for only a moment, come to mind immediately.

“Well… that is because I like you quite a lot.” You struggle to respond before he quickly takes out a bouquet of flowers out from behind his back. He thrusts them against your chest awkwardly, returning to crossing his arms and huffing.

“Oh… um… thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah. You're welcome. All of this… and that…” He cringes as he remembers his overly drastic behaviour, “was just because I think you’re really… attractive… and interesting. So go out with me, alright?”

You look back up at him, amused, “Not much of an offer there, is it?”

He freezes, wringing his hands and looking away, “S-Scusami… will you go out with me? There’s a new French place that opened down the road, I thought… maybe we could go there together sometime…” his voice trails off.

“I’d love to, you weirdo.”

Gilbert is very aware of how awkward this is going to be. Unfortunately for you, he does not care. He can’t stop himself from slipping little gifts under your door all the time, with a note proclaiming his entire full name, title, job history, and every reason you should date him. 

But… every time you try to actually talk to him, he panics, yells, and runs away. A couple of times he’s told you he doesn’t speak English… after he just spoke English. It’s cute how he gets so flustered, but also incredibly frustrating if you actually like him.

“Hey.”

Just one simple word makes Gilbert desperately press himself against the wall to get away from you, but he quickly recovers, pulling a comically awkward pose.

“Funny seeing you here!”

“Outside… your apartment? …That I live right next to?”

“Yes, that’s what I said.” His tone rises nervously.

“Listen, I’ve been getting all your little gifts and-”

“WOW! Would you look at the time! I have to be going, tschüss!” He yells, his strong accent coming through. He tries scooting past you to escape, but you grab his shoulder quickly, stopping him.

“Gilbert. Listen, you always run away-”

“Me?! Running away?! I can tell you, I have never done so! Ask any Danish soldier from before 1700!” He says, laughing nervously.

“Gilbert.” Your tone becomes sterner, and he deflates, his tone and face dropping, “Are you really in love with like you say you are?”

His face flushes and he brings his hand up to cover his cheeks, “Ja… Yes… I am.”

“Then, let’s go out already! I’ve been waiting for you to ask me on a date for months!”

“What, the notes were not enough?” He jokes.

“Not when you keep running away from me!”

[emypony]

come grab your freshly off the grill cooked ship!

This time featuring the 'arts and crafts project' because Felis is glue here, otherwise the rest would fall apart.

FOR THE RECORD this is if all three Hua's here were individual entities separate from each other

I'll put my unhinged mentally unwell takes down below for your enjoyment <3

ill try to. help make sense of their personalities and thoughts on the others. Felis: basically her usual self, though maybe a bit toned down with her antics (I say toned down as if I ever elaborated on what she's like lol)

treasures Hua the most, best friends and partners, tries to get Hua to be less stiff and enjoy life but also is scared to lose her

admires Phoenix and gets along with her really well

thinks AE is kinda scary because she's a celestial but there's something alluring about such a powerful entity being so mysterious and 'cold' (girl cant help getting a crush tho)

Hua: soldier, shy, unsure of herself, basically her moths era (NOT her Elysian Realm SIM!)

got attached to Felis because she is a source of comfort and feels like 'home', likes having someone to come to after her missions

Phoenix's happy and relaxed attitude is calming in contrast to her life but her and Felis can get a bit overwhelming when together, she appreciates her though even if they're not that close

AE is very scary and she tries to keep away from her, feels like AE doesn't approve of her for whatever reason and glares at her sometimes (it's just the AE resting bitchface she gives to everyone by accident but holds no malice)

Phoenix / Jingwei: deity, thinks humans r funny, clever and wondrous and loves them dearly

Felis's happy attitude resonates with her and she may have gotten a little crush on her because of that as well, but she can keep herself in check if her feelings aren't reciprocated

thinks Hua is a cute little birdie that she wants to protect bc shes so precious

longtime friends with Azure Empyrea and they have a weird but mutual friendship (and maybe more...? unspoken feelings towards each other that they never address but are both sort of 'Aware Of' since Phoenix is the one who calms down AE if she's being unreasonable OR the first person AE goes to if she's feeling down / feels negative emotions)

Azure Empyrea: cold, calculating, has an eerie calm attitude but can be scary if she gets angry, stern and firm in her ways but can be persuaded (see: Phoenix) to compromise. means well but doesn't know how to show it

finds Felis intriguing because of her nature, also catches her sometimes glancing at her or following her around, can't sense any malice from her so aside from being a little annoyance at first, she warmed up to her presence (and she keeps Phoenix happy whenever she can't partake in whatever silly human thing she wants to play / do)

sees Jingwei as an equal, cares more about her than she lets on but doesn't want to tie her down to someone like her, still appreciates the fact that Phoenix spends time with her and tries to be the bridge between her and humans

her feelings towards Hua are complicated and she usually keeps her distance because she can sense the fear coming off her. however Hua reminds her of her past self(?start of her journey as a celestial deity), unsure and without a place in the world and she feels the need to be there or give advice (if ever asked), doesn't hold any hostility towards her but something about her own expression (? too dumb to figure out) scares Hua and she doesn't understand why

I have a so many more snippets to share...if you will ;3

[farfromsugafanfic]

Fancy Dress | l.fx

Genre: smut, fluff, ceo!felix, secretary!reader, afab reader Warnings: smut Minors DNI, jealousy, probably an unethical relationship, PIV sex, cursing A/N: Thank you to the anon who inspired me to begin working on this because it's been in my drafts for months

Perhaps the red dress you wore to the office party was a tad proactive. The silk draped across every curve of your body as if you were statuesque. It did not feature cleavage nor was it too short. But you knew he liked undressing you in his imagination first.

Felix had not touched you in two months.

Without a word, he stopped calling you into his office on his lunch break. The small brush of his fingers against the small of your back on the way to a meeting. The press of his lips to the back of your neck in the elevator. Your eyes fluttered closed at the thought he would do it again.

Entering the conference room turned party space you were one of the last to arrive. Many of your coworkers already held half drunken glasses of wine and the cheese plate was sans half a row of cheddar.

You shrugged off your coat, the full expanse of your collarbones exposed with only the small straps of the dress interrupting the view. Grabbing a red, you took a large gulp, the wine matching the color of your painted lips.

"Y/N! Glad you could make it."

You turned to see the reason for the party, Hwang Hyunjin. He was moving across the country and leaving the company. Having worked for Felix's company from almost the very beginning, the CEO of Lee Enterprises spared no expenses to send off his most valued employee right.

"Of course, Hyune," you said, reaching out to hug the tall man. "I wouldn't miss it. You were a godsend my first month here."

Hyunjin laughed, bumping your hip. "You were like a scared little fawn."

You looked sideways tossing your head back with a half scoff, half chuckle. "You act like I was a baby."

"But you wereeee," Hyunjin said, his tone already whiny and dramatic that you assumed he was already on his second glass of wine. "So young and so cute. Never worked in an office before."

You blushed. "You're ridiculous." You gently swatted Hyunjin's bicep. He didn't look particularly muscular, but his arm still felt solid.

"Sending Hyunjin off well?" a familiar deep voice said.

Your boss and the CEO of the company approached. He'd gone back to a more natural look with his hair looking more chocolate brown. It had been a few weeks since the change, but you'd rarely gotten a chance to see him up close in that time.

The color made the freckles sprinkled across his face shine brighter. You remember counting them once in the afterglow, his lips kissing the inside of your wrist.

It always felt so intimate with Felix. Even when it was rough. His fingertips bruised and then kneaded, his mouth nipped at your skin and then whispered in your ear how beautiful you are. Sex with Felix was as thrilling as whiplash and as gentle as grass sweeping across your calves.

"Of course," you said. "I have to make sure my work husband knows how much I'll miss him." You chuckled and Hyunjin let a less enthusiastic one. It wasn't like him to deny your close friendship, but when you looked up, you noticed the hard look in Felix's eyes.

Felix still managed to give a disingenuous smile as he reached for another glass of champagne.

"You certainly will be missed, Hyunjin." His gaze flicked to you. It felt so white hot you couldn't return it and ended up looking downward at his leather Chelsea boots.

"Y/N," Felix said. "Do you have a moment? There's actually something from a client I want to go over with you."

You looked up and met his eyes. You agreed and began to follow him to his office. Murmurs persisted as you left, but they had nothing to do with a sexual relationship.

He works her too hard.

Wow, he even makes Y/N work at a company party.

You think she's going to quit?

While some--like Hyunjin--had caught on to the true nature of your relationship with the CEO, most had not. Felix was good at being discreet and quick when he needed to be.

When you reached his office, he shut the door and turned on the light. The blinds were already down as they usually were when he left. You heard the lock of the door engage and it made your head pop up.

"Why--" You began to ask.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he asked, moving closer to you until your thighs pressed against the edge of his desk.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Wearing that dress, flirting with Hyunjin, is this because I haven't fucked you lately?"

"I-I wasn't flirting with Hyunjin. He's just one of my best friends."

Felix didn't care for the answer, his eyelids lowering slightly and his mouth forming a disappointed 'O'. He gently moves your hair behind your shoulders, exposing your neck and all the way down to your breasts strained against the top of the dress.

"I can't mark you today," he said, his lips pressing against the sensitive spot on your neck. His tongue lapped at the taste of your skin. "Bend over for me, sweetheart."

You did as he said, already soaking through your thin panties. This is exactly what you wanted, but part of you still wondered why it had to come to this. Why did you have to make him jealous for him to fuck you again?

Felix pushed the hem of your dress up just above your ass. His hands groped at your ass making you moan. It only took his touch to drive you to this point.

"Mm, you have to be quiet for me," he said, chuckling a bit. "How about I help you out?"

You felt a draft as his body moved away from yours. Though, it was only a few seconds before he was leaning over you, his tie splitting your lips. Felix tied it behind your head as a makeshift gag.

"There," he said, his deep voice sounding amused, obviously he was pleased by his handiwork. "Now, where were we, love?"

As soon as Felix peels your wet panties off and pushes into you, you know you're done for. How in the hell are you going to go without this for two months again? The feeling of him filling you up so that your thighs were pressed into the desk with every thrust.

The tie did help muffle your moans, but only enough that anyone outside wouldn't hear. Inside Felix's office, however, it was all gasped, rushed breaths, and grunts and whimpers. Occasionally, Felix would let quiet praise leave his lips.

You're so gorgeous like this.

I missed this pussy.

I love you.

The words uttered as he came inside of you. It made you both go still after he said it. Maybe it was in the heat of the moment? Perhaps he was thinking of someone else? Could he have possibly meant it?

"Sorry," he said, his voice a little more restrained than usual. "I didn't mean to scare you with that." His cock was still inside of you and you couldn't see his face. Though, as his secretary, you could read every small tendon movement and anticipate his needs.

You managed to move off of him so you can turn around. He doesn't stop you, but when you finally meet his eyes, they almost look sad and longing.

"Did you mean it?"

He didn't answer right away, but his eyes didn't leave yours. When he finally did answer, his words were so quiet you almost wondered if you imagined them.

"Yes."

"Then, why didn't you so much as look at me for the last two months?"

"I was scared. I never meant to develop feelings for you and I was almost certain you didn't return them. Plus, it's bad enough that we are having sex, but if I fall in love with you? It'll get much harder to hide."

"Why hide it then?"

Felix sighed. His hand caressed your face and his thumb gently rubbed over your smooth skin. Lips hovering not far from your own it would just take shifting onto your tiptoes for them to meet.

"I tried to stop it. It's why I ignored you for the last couple of months."

"I love you too, Felix."

A bemused look crossed your features and Felix's eyes widened. He truly didn't think you loved him back? It wasn't just about how he fucked you. You fell for him because of the way he remembered your coffee order, whenever he texted you to make sure you got home from work safely, or when he saw your humble apartment for the first time and remarked on how much he liked it because it reminded him of you.

Felix pressed his lips to yours. No words exchanged told you that he was never going to let you go again, but the soft grip on your upper arm did.

"Now, I owe you an orgasm."

The two of you laughed as he got down on his knees.

[rueririn]

Question if you could make your own devil fruit what would it be? Mine would be the Hito Hito no Mi: Model dwarf, but that's only because that is the only fruit I could think of that would allow Laboon to join luffys crew, because since he is so big his dwarf form would be able to fit on the Marry.

Funny you say this because I wanted to give Merry the Dwarf fruit at first in pgnt. I liked the idea of an adorable little wooden palm-size sheepgirl that was actually a fourth dimensional storage unit. I still plan on using this one in some other fic one day.

The idea of Laboon joining in as a dwarf is so cute too!!!

It's a little awkward to me to answer this question, because I've already made several devil fruits for my stories before haha... Going through them quickly, I've written for:

Tag-Tag fruit, where the user can 'tag' a spot and switch places with the item as long as it's their field of vision. It's mainly used to swap spots with enemies to confuse them - the 'tag' (a red handprint) washes off in the rain. This one is the main fruit in my One Piece OC crew fic.

Paper-Paper fruit, where the user can turn into paper strips, similar to Konan from Naruto. Can't shift forms once wet, and very susceptible to wind & burns.

I also had a Viso-Viso Fruit I had to scrap because it showed up in Stampede - but the usage differed. The user could bring pictures to life, but only as a projection/illusion that can't do actual damage.

Several Zoans - Dog-Dog Fruit: Model Fenrir, and Model Kyubi no Kitsune; Cat-Cat Fruit: Model Felis Nigripes, and Model Bakeneko.

So yeah. I've had them in the backburner here and there

[shiroganeryo]

A while ago, a little voice inside my head said: 'hey. You want to get True Perfection on Stardew Valley.' And man, what a journey this has been.

I took screenshots of my farms to keep as mementos, I'll leave these under the cut plus some gameplay details!

It all started when I revisited my first save ever that I created back in 2023 when I bought the game and noticed I had a lot done on year 4 (all skills maxed included) so that made me wonder... How much am I actually missing to get it to 100%?

And let me tell you: A LOT. 😂

But today, a month after I decided to go for it, I finally achieved True Perfection!

Since the weather was awful (I had a storm on the following days) I waited until Summer 27. Which was actually perfect since today is the 27th in real life too! Very satisfying.

Here's my main farm, Felis Fields Farm & house! My farmer's name is Eva and her favorite thing is 'cats', so I naturally went and adopted all the cats available in the game 😽

And here's my farm on Ginger Island. There isn't much there since I didn't come to the farm too often, so I kept it mostly to furnishing the beach house nicely.

Credits to this person for the layout inspiration! I honestly had no idea how to decor the interior before seeing theirs.

On Saturday, Summer 27, Year 7, I finally could reach the summit and get my achievement. The credits are super cute, and even all my kitties appeared on it!

The only auxiliary mod I used was Stardew Progress, it's extremely useful, especially because I play SVE which adds A LOT of new characters to befriend and a ton of items and recipes locked behind heart events.

I didn't go for the gold clock and instead bought perfection waivers from Fizz, hence the 90% on my progress check. It's a feature since 1.6, costs half the price and, honestly, if I had to farm any more gold, I'd go insane - it's a very repetitive and tiresome process.

After a month of dedication and ruined sleep schedule (you can only pick two among rest, work and leisure and guess what I picked), I can finally rest and play casually again 😌

Save for the gold rush, this was actually pretty fun! 10/10, would NOT do it again 😂

[wildwoof]

SHIPPING INFO. answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

feli note: gonna include as many of my muses as I can, so will include side blogs as well.

what’s your OTP for your muse(s)?

Well.... Koga is ReiKoga, Jun is HiyoJun & Chiaki is MidoChia. My OCs do not have OTPs as they are fandomless with no connections. I try not to let my OTPs show too much on my RP blogs as I don't wanna make them seem like they influence my shipping choices on my blog or that I'm gonna force them onto others, but... this is what they are.

what are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

I am very open to a lot of stuff!! I do personally find it difficult to keep up the ex-lovers trope when it comes to ships as I am very much more a sucker for the cute & sweet. I am also open to polycules when it comes to my shipping! Though, all parties involved MUST be accepting of it. If you have an idea, just toss it my way. I'm very chill about a lot of stuff.

how large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

It depends. This more-so is angled toward muses that are immortal or supernatural. If your character is just a normal guy or gal, then once you hit 10 years+ age gap, it starts to get uncomfortable. This pertains mainly to my OCs. If your immortal/supernatural muse has an appearance 10 years older than mine, I also tend to steer clear for romance. Just weirds me out the larger the age gap, even if there's consent. NOW for my enstars muses, Koga, Jun, & Chiaki - it is limited. I already have this set in my rules to not make things uncomfortable for a lot of people as they are 18/19, just graduates, in the enstars universe. Yes, they are those ages. They are not aged up. Just wanted to clarify this is solely for romantic/friendships. If it's parental/teacher sort of ship then age gaps are fine regardless.

are you selective when shipping?

A bit, yes! I am big into shipping tbh, BUT from a lot of prior situations, I am also extremely hesitant for ships. Platonic ships??? Absolutely no hesitation. I am not selective in the slightest bit. They can be friends like immediately after 1 interaction. I will give you my arm. For romantic ships??? Yes. I am very unlikely to ask because I get very hesitant. I love love writing cute, shippy stuff like kisses & cuddled but I get very hesitant with it. Tho, more than not, I quietly reach out to ship.

how far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

Once there's legit touching of private parts, or if undressing comes first before that moment. Dry humping & grinding is in more of the suggestive territory, unless again, if there's undressing. Once the clothes are off, it's definitely NSFW. Any touching of privates even if the clothes are still on, that's NSFW. Just making out & bodies just against each other, that's suggestive.

does one have to ask to ship with you?

You can!!! If you require the asking as a shipper, then yes. If you feel like we have a ship starting to go without the asking, we can make it clear through asking. Sometimes I DO just end up shipping even without the clarified "do you wanna ship?" "yeah!" because things just CLICK which I am cool with.

how often do you like to ship?

I..... do love shipping. I'd love to ship more often. Of course platonic stuff just flows so easily. But I am a sucker for the cute romantic stuff that I do not actually hold myself back a lot of the time. If you want to just kiss my muses, I will not say no. It's a little bit harder with my enstars boys in comparison to my OCs but... ya know... ship with my boys.

are you multiship?

I am indeed multiship!! But my romantic ships are limited!! I will have 1 main ship partner for each character, whom I will reference when there are no specifications. I will also generally have a secondary main position available. I DO feel a bit bad to limit myself when everyone writes their characters a bit differently, so I generally do not take on exclusives. If I do take on an exclusive, I do try to make it clear!!! I just prefer main over exclusive except for really close friends of mine. There are no mains in ships on my OCs tho, everything is equally fair game for them. It's just shipping canon with canon that I mentally do this for myself.

are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

I'm in between. I love ships, BUT I do tend to ship more or less ultimately. Roleplay opens me up to more potential ships when interacting with someone gets my interests going. But I do... tend to... not talk about too many ships or show too many ships. I have a few set ships I'm interested in, but I put that all aside for rp to give everyone a chance to ship with my characters!!! I am ship obsessed with my OCs tho if I ever get back to writing them. Just love all of them. Give them all love. They're all plenty old enough.

what is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

Well..... I already discussed that at the beginning of this. My favorite ship is ReiKoga presently, when it comes to shippy stuff they have taken over my brain. HiyoJun is close behind. But I am also big on polyUNDEAD ( Rei/Kaoru/Adonis x Koga ) & polyEden ( NagiHiyoIbaJun ).

finally, how does one ship with you?

Uhhhhhhhhhh... send me memes. I'm not the best at chatting & keeping conversations going but uhhhhh... just send me stuff & like that's the easiest way. Or comment on my stuff I post & usually that can build my interest as well. While I am hesitant to propose a question due to past experiences, I am very willing if the offer presents itself.

[doudouneverte]

heyy, loved ur lena fic!

can u write felicitas rauch x reader where they are long distance girlfriends and feli is really insecure because she thinks that r would be better with another woman (maybe a teammate, that people think she's dating), and r says something like "i don't want easier, i want you"?

with a happy ending, please.

a/n: Thank you, I hope you will like this a/n2: I love Feli and Wolfsburg players but I need to tell you that I support Bayern Munich (but the VfL is a very good team to see play. p.s I love Ewa Pajor)

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Only you

*not my GIF*

Pairing: Felicitas Rauch x Fem!Reader; Erin Cuthberth x Fem!Reader (best friend)

Summary: Based on the request above

Type: hurt/comfort

Warning: insecure Feli, and maybe me who love a little too much write arguments

word count: 3237

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Feli would never call herself a jealous person, and honestly, it was true, but let's just say that she had her doubts and insecurities like anyone.

You met the German defender one day when your parents moved to Berlin for work. There you joined the Turbine Potsdam, where she was starting her professional career, and you also met one of your best friends, Lia Walti. Being only two years younger than the defender helped you quickly bond with her, and after a few seasons with her, you asked her out, and you were on cloud nine when she said yes. After more dates, she became your girlfriend, and nothing has been the same since. Well, not really; you decided to keep your relationships private except for your two families and close friends; nobody knew, and that was like that even after you moved back to England.

In 2018, you signed a contract with Chelsea, a new adventure for you, and of course, your girlfriend was supportive of your decision. Until now, everything was perfect for you two. Even if you faced Wolfsburg in the Champions League in 2020 after Feli joined the Wolves, nothing could make you happier than being with your favorite German player.

Well, that was until lately. It was not a big deal since your first step in the club became a habit for the fan to see you and Erin Cutberth together. You were the same age, and you played rather near each other on the pitch, so it was logical that you would bond with her. And honestly, Feli thought the same thing at first too. And it wasn't like your relationship changed since you didn't play together anymore; you still spent your holidays with her and her family in Germany, and sometimes it was her who came to England to see you. The few people aware of your relationship with the defender agreed with the same idea: you were clearly one of these cute, powerful couples, and sometimes Lia teased you about how much you missed her and how you seemed desperate when you were both busy and couldn't see each other often. But honestly, it was not easy for you to not miss her; she has always been the reason you felt so peaceful in her home country since your first meeting.

You loved anything about her, from her biggest quality to her little flaws (even if you still tell her that she's perfect); you loved how she laughed every time you made a silly joke; how cute she was when you told her a random fact you learned on the internet; or when you told her about the book you read on the plane to Germany. You also loved how she touched you, the little thing she made only for you when you slept at hers, or how she looked like you hung the moon almost every time you two were in the same room. Sometimes you wonder how the fans didn't put the pieces together. Of course you were never reckless in public; she was the one who proposed to have a private relationship, and obviously you accepted even if you felt the need to scream to the world that this perfect woman was yours and you were hers.

This night, you were lying on your couch watching TV when your phone rang on the coffee table. When you saw who called, you immediately accepted the call with a big smile on your face. "Hi darling, how are you?" you asked.

"Hi leibing (darling), I'm good, and you? I know that's late and you had a game, but I just wanted to hear your voice. I hope I don't bother you." Your girlfriend replied.

"Of course not; I was just about to go to bed, but I wanted to hear your voice before," you said, standing up and turning off the TV before heading into your bedroom. "How was your day?" You knew that she had a day off today because she played the day before, and she told you she would spend the day with some teammates.

"It was very good..." And then she started to tell you about her day, and you listened until she noticed you were ready to pass out. "Hey, it's okay, baby; you can sleep; we will talk tomorrow."

"I'm not tired." You mumbled, trying to stay awake.

"Yeah, sure." She said sarcastically.

"Ich liebe dich (I love you)" You said finally accepting to let your body rest.

"I love you too, meine Liebe (my love)" She blowed you a kiss that you reciprocated before hanging up.

The next day, like promised, you had a morning call with your girlfriend; she continued her story, and you were very attentive to any details until you saw a text from one of your teammates. Noticing a little change in your expression, Feli couldn't stop her curiosity.

"What's funny?" She asked.

"Oh nothing, Erin just tag me on Instagram. I think it's photos from yesterday's game." You replied.

"Oh, I see." The defender spoke casually, and you didn't notice the little change in her voice. The phone call ended only a half hour later, letting the German defender alone with her thoughts, and that resulted in her opening Instagram and rushing to see Erin's new post.

Like you said, it was photos from the previous game, which meant some pics with teammates, and it was okay until she found the one where you were tagged on. It was just a picture of her and you a little close (maybe too close for her) and laughing at something. Yeah, nothing special, but things went wrong when she opened the comments. A wave of comments like 'best team' or 'look at their smiles' for your girlfriend it was okay; you didn't really have control over what fans could say, but when she saw Zecira commenting 'best work wives' something snapped in her.

And the worst part was when she saw some teammates agreeing and you teased them instead of disagreeing. We're not going to lie, at this moment the defender was less than happy about that, but she knew you; you loved to tease people, and it was not like fans would misinterpret something like this...'best couple in my book'. Okay, now she had a good reason to freak out; even if it was a lonely comment, it was liked by too many people. Fortunately, she didn't have too much time to think about it because she needed to get ready for training.

At the training, everyone noticed that she didn't perform like she should; she seemed worried about something, but no one understood why. Despite her teammates worries, Feli didn't tell them anything; it's not that she didn't trust them; she just thought that it was childish of her to be jealous of your best friend. But some questions were stuck in her mind even if she wanted to focus on football, and that was evident the next weekend. Unfortunately for her, it was a game against Bayern Munich, and she knew she wasn't at 100%. And it showed on the pitch; Wolfsburg lost 1-0.

Later this evening, you called her a little preoccupied by her state and how she seemed absent during the game. "Hi honey, how are you?" You greeted her with a big smile, but she didn't reciprocate it. "Feli, are you okay?"

"Uh, yeah, don't worry. I'm just overwhelmed by some thoughts recently." She replied shyly.

"Okay, do you want me to let you sleep, or do you want to talk about it?" You asked.

"No, it's okay; I want to talk, but not about it, at least not tonight, please."

"Yeah, okay. But you know that you can talk to me whenever you want; I'll always be here for you."

"I know; thank you, Y/n, but not tonight, please." You frowned when you heard her call you by your name; it was not really a good thing when she called you like that.

"Sorry. Uh, I bought you something today; don't move." You got up from your bed and ran to get a bag. "Here, look at this; aren't they cute?" You asked her showing off a few shirts and a sweat. "I know you told me to stop buying you stuff, but I also know that you loved when I let my sweat at your home, so I brought this."

"You know that I love your clothes just because they smell like you, so I like this, but..." She stopped when you left the bed again and quickly came back.

"I know that, so," you said, taking your perfume and starting to spray the clothes, making her laugh. "Yes, I did it." You announced proudly.

"what?"

"I make you smile. I knew that you would be sad after the game, but when you took so long to respond to my text and didn't smile when I called you, I started to worry." You confessed, making Feli feel a little ashamed to let her thoughts make you worry.

"I'm sorry, meine Liebe. I promise I'll work on what's bothering me." She reassured you.

"I hope so because Svenja called me two days ago and said that you were not really yourself at training." Your girlfriend rolled her eyes; of course her captain would tell you that. "Hey, I know that you don't like when I'm worried about you, but I'm your girlfriend, Feli. I want to know when you don't feel good; I shouldn't have to wait until someone else tells me."

"It's nothing, Y/n." She said a little irritated by the conversation.

"And you continue."

"What do you mean?"

"It's the second time you've called me Y/n tonight. I don't know what's happening, but if I did something that didn't please you, I'm sorry."

"Not everything is about you." She said more angrily than she wanted. "Can't you just stop?"

"Sorry to be a careful girlfriend who tries to support you." You replied with an angry tone now.

"Oh, now you remember that you're my girlfriend? It's a little late for that."

"What--what do you mean?"

"Nevermind. I'm tired. Good night." She didn't let you reply before she hung up.

In your bedroom, you were confused, sad, angry, and hurt at the same time. You didn't like what you felt at this moment, but despite the need to call her back, you decided to give her some space. Since you two started to date, it was very unusual that you'd raise your voice against each other, and it was even more exceptional when you two argued. Tonight you tried to sleep with a bad feeling in your heart and some tears running down your face.

In Germany, Felica was also feeling bad. She knew that with that argument, she just broke two important rules for the both of you. First, never argue before one of you has to play, and you still had a game against Manchester City the next day. Second, never sleep angry at each other. She messed up; she knew that, but she promised herself that she would try to make up for it as soon as possible.

The next day, you were one of the first ones on the bus to Manchester. You sat against the window, tired because of your lack of sleep the previous night. You spiraled almost all the night before your body gave up around 4 a.m.When you woke up, you checked your phone, but Feli didn't text you, making you start the day at your lowest.

The other players gradually filled the seats, and like usual, Erin sat next to you, but when you kept spacing out and didn't notice her presence, she started to worry a little. "Hey, Y/n/n, are you okay?" She asked, placing her hand on your shoulder.

You snapped back to reality, making a little noise of surprise. "Yeah, sorry, I just didn't sleep well last night." And it was in this state that you played against Manchester City; of course, you were subbed off at the start of the second half when Emma realized that you were not in your best form to play the whole ninety minutes.

Back in London, you first thought of taking a shower and sleeping, but you needed to change your plans when, after your shower, you saw a text from Erin asking you if you were okay. You replied yes, but she continued to worry, and you finished by calling her and talking about last night.

The next day in Germany, Feli was training, but again, she wasn't herself, and that was because she spent the entire Sunday thinking about you. She watched your game; she saw that you seemed tired even before the game started, and deep in her, she knew it was because of her. At the end of the training, she pulled Alex and Svenja away from the rest of the group and the two girls.

"You fucked up, right?" Svenja asked, and your girlfriend nodded.

"But how do you know?" She asked.

"Because last night AKB called me, and even if Y/n didn't tell her anything, it was obvious that you two argued before her game. And according to how she played and how she seemed rather sad on the pitch, I concluded that you fucked up." Now the defender felt a little embarrassed; was it so obvious?

"Listen, we don't want to act like everything is your fault because we know it's not. It's just that we know sometimes you can be insecure, and it's okay; it's totally normal, but you shouldn't let your insecurities take over. You know that Y/n loves you more than anyone, and we know that too. Everybody who once saw you together knows how much you mean for each other." Alex said this time. "We don't know what she did, and we don't want to interfere in your relationship, but I think that you should let her explain whatever she did." The striker added, leaving the defender speechless and processing everything.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm sure she would forgive you; she can't live without you." The short captain said.

For you, the day was more calm. You texted your girlfriend, hoping that she would reply before the end of the day. After you spent the rest of your day with some teammates, you talked about your next game, which would be the second leg of the Champions League quarterfinal against Lyon. Even if you won the first game, you knew that you couldn't underestimate them.

Because of the preparation for the Champions League, you and Feli haven't talked since the last call. You were both busy, of course, but you also didn't want to argue again before a big game like this.

It should be okay after that. Feli wanted to apologize, but again her insecurities won when, after your game, she saw some posts about it and, more importantly, yours, particularly a picture with the Scottish midfielder. You were close; someone could misinterpret anything with how you looked at your teammates. Your girlfriend told herself that you were just overwhelmed by your emotions after knocking out the best team in Europe, but the fan's comments and the little red heart left in the comment section of your post by Erin broke something in her.

The night you waited for her to text you, but nothing came; you called, but she never picked up; you tried to text her, but nothing. The next day, it was her match against PSG; you watched it and couldn't help but feel bad about your situation with your girlfriend. So after the game, an idea popped into your head. The weekend you played against Aston Villa After coming back home, you took a quick shower and ordered a cab to the Eurostar. More than 10 hours later, you finally reached your destination. You were lucky that Wolfsburg played their last game at home.

It was early in the morning when Feli heard someone ring the doorbell. She groaned and was ready to send back whoever was there, but she froze when she opened the door. "Hey," you said when you noticed that she was too confused to talk. "Can I come in?" you asked, and without saying anything, she just nodded and stepped aside. "I miss this place," you said when you entered the house. A few seconds later, you were greeted by your girlfriend's dog. "Oh, little angel, I missed you," you cooed.

The German seemed to come back to her senses after a moment; she cleared her throat, gaining your attention. "Uh, what are you doing here?" she asked.

"I'm doing what should have been done earlier," you said, walking to the living room, followed by the defender.

"Wich is?" 

"Feli, do you love me?" You asked ignoring her question on purpose.

"Wait what? Of course I love you." She said while sitting beside you. "What makes you think that I don't love you?"

"Because of the last few weeks. You and I acted like we didn't know each other. I texted you, and you didn't even read them." You cupped her face and forced her to look at you. "Tell me honestly. What did I do to make you act like that?" You asked, and she saw the tears in your eyes.

She sighed and took your hand. "You didn't do anything. Well, not you." 

"Then who?" You asked, but she didn't reply; she just looked at her feet, a little ashamed.

"Nevermind, it's silly." She declared before standing up.

"No, it's not, Feli. If something bothers you, then it's bothering me too."

"Dann sagen Sie ihnen (Then tell them)." She told you, making you confused.

"Who?"

"Everyone. The fan, your teammates...Erin." The name of your best friend confused you more.

"What do you mean, meine Liebe?" But you didn't wait for her response until you reached her and were engulfed in her tight hug.

"I saw the comments," she admitted, sobbing on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry, my love." You placed your hand on her chin, making her look at you. "Hey, look, I know what people think, but they're wrong, you hear me? I love you, Felicitas, and nothing can change this. I don't care what other people think; I don't want the easy way; I want you, and only you."

She looked at you with glossy eyes and a light smile.

"I'm sorry that you ever felt like I would let you. I love you too much for that." You added. She wipped her tears before colliding her lips with yours. "God, I missed those lips," you said after she pulled away. "Now can we go cuddle because I'm a little tired of the trip?" She nodded, and you followed her.

In the bedroom, you were on her bed, cuddling as if it were the last time. "I'm sorry." she said quietly, trying not to break the atmosphere.

"For what?" 

"I should tell you about that instead of giving you the silent treatment."

"Don't worry, it's okay. Just the next time, I want you to talk to me about that and anything else that could bother you." 

"I promise I will." She said this before kissing your head. "Sleep, my love; I'll be there when you wake up."

"Feli?"

"Hmmm?"

"Ich liebe dich"

"I love you too, meine Liebe."

[nenilein]

Puyo Puyo Drama CD #2-2: Wishes to Santa (ENG Translation)

I forgot to post this here! Oops! Not used to using tumblr anymore...

Anyway, here is a complete text translation of the Christmas track from Drama CD Vol.2! (This CD was released in December , so it has both Christmas and New Years' tracks)

Have fun!

Wishes to Santa

[DISCLAIMER:

The Google Docs Version of this script is HERE.

Feel free to repost parts of it or the entire text wherever you want as long as you credit me as the translator!

Also, just so you can listen along, HERE’s the actual MP3 of the track.

Happy Holidays!!]

INTRO

Narration: Wishes to Santa

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STORY

[Santa seems to be voiced by Lemres’ and Akuma’s voice actor, Takumi Yamazaki]

Santa: HO-ho-ho-ho! Tomorrow it will finally be Christmas Eve once again. The day when all the adorable children who have been so nice all year get special presents as a reward for their good behavior from me! Now, let’s see what presents this year’s children are wishing for from me, the one and only Santa Claus… Shall we open their letters? Well, let’s take a look…

SFX: *paper rustling*

Santa: I want a hat that is…

Lidelle’s Voice: …big enough so that, um… well… so that even I can wear it, please! If that’s possible, I mean.  

Santa: Oh-HO! How cute! Ho-ho-ho! There is nothing nicer than hearing of the pure wishes of innocent children, wouldn’t you agree? Now, for the next one…

Raffina’s Voice: Precious Metals!

Santa: Huh? Um… uh… Ahaha, what a straightforward wish! 

Raffina’s Voice: I desire the sorts with the highest feasibly possible market value! I am not quite aware what the upper limit for the monetary value of a present requested at this kind of occasion is, however, I believe it should be sufficient if you kindly packed in exactly as much as the maximum appropriate. 

Santa:  T-That’s…! Ah… Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear… H-How nice of her to worry about the status of my wallet. Hohoho! …Ahahahah… A-a very kind girl…I-I’m sure… L-let’s put this letter aside for now… Ahem, now, for the next one…

SFX: *paper rustling*

Feli’s Voice: I wish for a new doll. 

Santa: Oho! What a very adorable wish! Aha… What a relief… Alright, what else, what else? What kind of doll might the little girl want…?

Feli’s Voice: The last doll I used as a scape doll was unable to withstand the force of the curses I used it to cast and • Fell • To • Dust in the energy hole of the space distortion created. 

Santa: *shrieks of terror* S-Somehow this letter is making me shudder far more than expected…! 

Feli’s Voice: This time I want for a doll that will be powerful enough to withstand a Whole • Three • Months of my unbridled sentiments unscathed…!

Santa: W-WHAT IS SHE GOING TO USE THAT DOLL FOR…?! …Ho…ho… *shrieking Ho* …Hoho! I can tell this girl is very dedicated to her craft, yes, yes! …Yes… Um… N-Now, for the next letter… 

Sig’s Voice: Tissues.

Santa: H-Huh…? That’s all? …Oh my, oh my! I am sure this child has very good reasons for making this wish, very important reasons, even…

Sig’s Voice: I ran out.

Santa: THAT’S ALL!? How outrageously lazy! If you need tissues, go to the store, child!

Sig’s Voice: Too much work.

Santa: And that’s why you’re wasting your Christmas wish on this!? You only get one of those a year! …Oh my, oh my… HO-ho-ho-ho! This must be a very modest, humble child…! Ah, let’s put this aside for now… The next one is…

Klug’s Voice: I wish for a spellbook that has the GREATEST instructions to teach me to cast the MIGHTIEST of all spells! 

Santa: Oh my! What a studious child! Very nice. …Though, that all aside… The ‘mightiest’ spell, he says? What could he possibly mean by that…?

Klug’s Voice: Here is an example of the sort of spells the book may teach: The ETERNAL SUPER DARK MAX FORCE AURA BURNING LEMRES SPECIAL!! 

Santa: Um… huh… uh… How do I put it… This child certainly has dreams? 

Klug’s Voice: Casting this spell would cause the darkness around me to swirl around my body and coalesce into flames! No, wait, maybe it’d look cooler if  the darkness took the shape of a dragon…? And then I would shoot them out to badassly ascend into the heavens…! And I would gaze upon that sight with clear eyes and breathe out a gasp of awe…! So cooooool…!!

Santa: Oh dear, oh dear… That’s all very nicely produced, but I really do wish he’d written what exactly the spell’s effect is supposed to be…

Klug’s Voice: And then Raffina and Feli get lost.

Santa: IS THAT THE EFFECT?!

Klug’ Voice: That Raffina is such a brute! Whenever anything bothers her, her first idea is to resort to kicking it! Isn’t that just barbarous?

Santa: Why is he suddenly airing his personal grievances to me…? Oh my, oh my, oh my… This is certainly a very imaginative child with a very rich, emotional world…! Um… Ho-Ho-HO-HO! Eheheh…  Now, now… I-I-I w-wonder what the n-next one will be like…! 

Rei’s Voice: My living memories.

Santa: THIS GOT DARK FAST!

Rei’s Voice: I think… I saw something when I was still alive… But… I can’t remember what it was… 

Santa: *terrified shrieking* …I-I can’t b-bring something so d-depressing for a Christmas p-present! P-Please give me a b-break…! Ohoho…

Yu’s Voice: So, so! My turn…

Santa: Huh? Is it just me, or does this handwriting look a lot more cheery than the one before…? Let’s see…

Yu’s Voice: I want the souls of the departed still unwilling to de-part with their lust for life! Yay! Please and thanks! 

Santa: *incoherent shrieking* NONONO! I didn’t see that! I’ll just pretend I didn’t see that… OH-HOHOHO!

[His laughter sounds like he’s half-crying at this point.]

Santa: Um, well… Who is our next NICE child…?! *crying* Now, what do you want…?

Amitie’s Voice: Hello, Santa! I did my best to be good aaaall year, so will you please, please listen to my wish? 

Santa: *relieved laughter* Ah… Ahaha! Ah, finally someone who knows how to write a REAL letter to Santa… Now, THAT’S what nice children should be like! 

Amitie’s Voice: Say, Santa. You usually come in the middle of the night to leave your presents in secret, right? So, if I open up a window on the second floor of our school for you, would you please come through there for me? 

Santa: Hm? Why might she want me to do that? …Ah! Ahahah! I see! She probably wants to meet me. HO-ho-ho! Aw, I am sorry, all you children. Santa Claus is not allowed to show himself to you…

Amitie’s Voice: ‘Cuz, you see! There was a vase on that windowsill on the second floor. I accidentally broke it today! It was Ms. Accord’s favorite, soooo, let’s just pretend YOU did it, Santa! 

Santa: …What?

Amitie’s Voice: Please apologize to Ms. Accord for me! PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!

Santa: A…ARE THERE NO NICE CHILDREN LEFT ANYWHERE?!

-END

[generational-atrophy]

Can you do reader x main 8 with a hyper German shepherd who loves them. Maybe they try to be a lap dog even though they're they're not little anymore.

For context, let's say the dogs name is Lucy.

(Hetalia Main 8 X Reader) S/O with a Big, Hyper Dog!

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N anon this is very specific. Do you have a hyper german shepherd. If so. Please send pics. Also sorry that this is shorter. Its very. Again. Very specific djhksgkjh

Trigger Warning: None, just fluff!

ALFRED WOULD LOVE A SUPER HYPER BIG DOG. He is absolutely the type of guy to prefer huge dogs that could kill him over little yappy ones.

Plus, now he’s not the only high-energy one in the house! He even gets a pal to go on runs with. If anyone can tire out a dog, it’s him.

AND! He’s got a big lap. And no ability to feel uncomfortable. He is not realizing that that dog is too big to sit on him anymore. You’re gonna have to stop the dog yourself.

Arthur, on the other hand, is not a dog person. Much less of a big dog person. His house is small, he’s small, and his patience is too. Sure, he still loves the dog, but… not as much as the dog loves him.

Most of the time that you come home, your German Shepherd is just outside. And has been so for hours. Arthur just can’t stand the barking and the neediness. Even if it’s a little cruel…

That dog is never getting on his lap either. Never. He is way too much of a bony twink for that to happen. But that’s probably the one thing he’ll feel a little bad for.

Francis may not be incredibly excited at first, but he comes around quickly. Sure, they’re loud and a lot to deal with… but if they’re your family, he loves them too.

He’s willing to take them on walks and take care of them. But if they make a mess in their excitement, that’s your problem. God forbid they try to get on his lap too, they may be cute, but they’re also covered in dirt! No amount of cuteness can make up for that! Although… they are very, very cute…

Yao is fine with the dog… as long as he doesn’t have to take care of it. He’s a total “We’re not getting a dog, dad with the dog” kind of guy though. He’ll complain about how hyper the big puppy is while he’s sneaking them bacon from his plate.

That dog is always getting pushed off his lap though. He’s got old man bones! He doesn’t have the energy to deal with some big dopey dog taking over all his personal space!

That and the barking… he doesn’t have a lot of patience for a lot of noise either. Other than that, he adores the dog! He just won’t admit it.

Ivan is very fond of dogs! But… not super hyper ones. Not because he doesn’t like them most of the time, he just gets very overwhelmed by how much energy they have.

The moments when they’re just sitting on his lap are great, he absolutely adores how soft and loveable they are, but any other time? When they’re barking and sprinting through the house? He’s… he’s just too old for that.

Probably the only time Ivan is willing to go on walks with them is when you come along. He gets really irritated having to constantly pull them away from eating things. He’s not cleaning up after them either, can’t you hire someone else to do that?

Feliciano loves animals. Just, in general. No matter how they look or how they are. He’s definitely getting tackled by that dog the first time he meets it. Don’t worry, he won’t even be upset. All that means is that he has a dog on him, which is always good.

There’s no way that dog is getting onto his lap, but he compromised by laying on the floor and hugging it. Plus that makes them less hyper, right? Right?

If not, that’s fine also. Feli isn’t that bothered by excitable dogs. They’re kind of like him in a way, so how could he get mad at their loveable faces?

Oh boy, that’s Ludwig’s favourite kind of dog! He, himself has had probably a hundred dogs over the years, and he just adores the excitable ones. Plus, he’s a great trainer, so he has no problem dealing with misbehaviour.

If you need a calm day off, he’d love to take the dog out for you, tiring it out so it won’t cause you too much trouble. (And then he can have it on his lap all afternoon with no issues, but that’s totally not the real reason he did so.)

Speaking of which, he also loves having it on his lap. He gets stars in his eyes whenever your dog clambers onto him, taking up his whole body and half the couch. It’s adorable.

Oh jeez. Kiku is gonna panic really fast. He wants to give your dog as much attention as it needs… but he doesn’t have the energy! You’re gonna have to assure him constantly that he isn’t neglecting them, they’re just way too hyper.

Half the time he’s home, he’s chasing the dog around the house and desperately trying to get them to calm down. Whenever the dog tries to climb onto his lap, he tries to oblige but… he is just not big enough of a person. That part makes him pretty upset.

Even if he can’t keep up with the dog, he loves it endlessly.