#gave him a bit of white hair 😁

[borkb]

still learning how to render 😁

[wsancho]

Them FF6 Blond Shades

In the spirit of procrastination, I’ve been thinking about hair and eyes. It’s one of those things that I can’t get out of my head until I write it down somewhere (even though I don’t do art and I don’t describe jack shit when writing🤷🏻‍♀️)

In ProJared’s review of FF6, he says the sprites were created first, and that Amano used them as inspiration for his concept art. Regardless, both are canon even if contradictory, and I’d say it’s up to each to choose their preference because reasons 😌

Terra’s fandom wiki says she has green or blonde hair and green or violet eyes. I didn’t know her eye color was debatable too (but look, her hair looks greenish on the first image 😚). I like her being as otherworldly as can be, so I prefer green hair and violet eyes.

Celes and the twins have blond hair and blue eyes. The sprites and concept art gave them the same colors, and they’re so alike that some NPC mistook Celes for Sabin 🤨 (maybe those three have reality-bending levels of sexy. Just saying 🤷🏻‍♀️).

To me Celes seems paper-white-pale with light blond hair and light blue eyes.

Soraya Saga, who created the twins, noted that they have “honey-blond” hair. I was a bit apprehensive about this, but the twins’ regality is pretty heavy-handed and a shade of blond that is more golden goes along those lines. Also in Figaro, blue eyes mean royalty, but I think there’s more to this idea if we ignore that it wasn’t even canon take the parallels from Xenogears Fatima lore to complement the FF6 Figaro lore. It’s not just blue eyes, but a specific shade of blue that runs in the family. I think honey-blond hair goes nicely with a darker shade of blue eyes. So going by this, the twins’ colors would differ from Celes’.

When I learned about the “Figaro blue eyes” I also wondered if Gerad should hide his eye color (especially from Figaroan thieves), and as it turns out, his sprite has brown eyes. This could be just a lazy color swap, but I like how this can add up to the lore 🙃

For Kefka, the wiki specified blond hair and green eyes. There’s no specification for Gau, but his sprite’s eyes are green and his hair looks like Kefka’s, less yellow and more ashy than Celes’.

This Gau art has light blue eyes, so I guess that’s another possibility 🤷🏻‍♀️ There’s also the other Amano arts that show him with green hair. I like to think his hair is blond but not that clean. He’s like a sloth growing algae on his fur 😅

Locke’s colors aren’t in the wiki, but I like dark ash blond for him because it resembles his sprite. His eyes are consistently brown.

Relm and Clyde’s hair look pretty similar, somewhere between Locke’s and Kefka’s colors. I think Taylor Swift’s color could be ok for them too (more like Locke's hair).

Relm’s wiki says she has blond hair and blue eyes. Clyde’s sprite has black eyes but Shadow’s look blue, and I like her having her daddy’s eyes 🥰 (ignore that her sprite has green eyes and one Amano art gave her amber eyes).

There’s no info about Leo’s colors, but many in the fandom make him to be black. Years ago I learned about a group of dark-skinned people with blond hair known as Melanesians. Maybe Leo is one of them 😁

His sprite is white-skinned and has blue eyes, which can also be an option, but I prefer the super rare Melanesian ethnicity for him. It makes me happy 😌

Setzer is said to have silver hair and purple eyes, which probably means he’s albino. I think he uses that purple shampoo to make his yellowish/whiteish hair look silver 😌

[allywthsr]

Hii! United fan here who’s still not over the mount signing😁😂Can I request a mason mount x fem!reader where she goes with him to the signing with his family and she’s just there with him throughout the day

Based on this video <3 https://youtu.be/tv_C7cv7wY8

NEW BEGINNINGS | (m.mount)

summary: Mason has his first official day and needs you by his side

wordcount: 2.4k words

pairing: masonmount x fem!reader

warnings: mason and you being horny, but nothing graphic

notes: hope you enjoy! I have no clue how english football works behind the scenes, so I hope it kind of makes sense! Like and comment your thoughts please!

”Mason are you ready? We need to leave in ten minutes.“, you shouted through the still empty house. You hadn’t had time to unpack all of your stuff yet. Too busy settling into the new city and Mason was too busy doing stuff at the Manchester United centre.

A loud ”Yes, just finishing my hair.“, was screamed from upstairs. You chuckled, feeling the butterflies in you stomach, you were probably more nervous than Mason. You just couldn’t help but feel excited for this new chapter while still mourning the move to Manchester. You had loved the house in London and you loved how your friends all lived nearby. Now you had to start over and make new friends, you just hoped the other wags would be nice to you and you wouldn’t have to stand alone during the first game.

When a shaking Mason arrived at the bottom of the stairs, handsome as ever in his black pants, white shirt, and red Manchester utd jacket, you had to hug him, hoping to take some nervousness off of him and just flick it away.

”I‘m just as nervous as you are, baby. It’s going to be fine. I‘ll be there, your whole family will be there and you have us. Whenever you feel like shitting your pants, just squeeze my hand, okay? It’s going to be alright.“

He took your hand and squeezed it real tight. You let out a laugh. ”Not now love, you‘ll be fine, believe me. Later when we‘ll be in bed you‘ll laugh about how easy this day was.“

After that, he came closer to your ear and whispered: ”Later in bed, I‘ll do many things but laugh, babygirl.“

This going straight to your core. Babygirl was a nickname he only used in the bedroom or to rile you up during the day. And well, it worked. You squeezed your legs together to relieve some pressure that build up.

Mason gave you a knowing look and smirked. What a dipshit. He gave you a kiss on your neck where he sucked the skin a little and then loosened the hug. You wanted to kill him for leaving you like that.

With a smack on his bum, you made your way to the car, ready to go.

When you arrived, you first met up with his family. They stood in the car park next to their cars waiting for you and after a round of ’hellos’ and ’heys‘ you were ready to go inside. Mason had a strong grip on your hand and you squeezed it from time to time to show your support.

When you saw the cameras and the crew waiting for Mason, you wanted to go to his family who were walking a few meters behind, so you wouldn’t be in the shot, you weren’t the star of the day after all, but he kept a firm grip on your hand.

”You said you would stay by my side, I can’t do this alone now.“

You whispered a small ”Okay“ before he went a greeted the crew waiting for him. After going in and greeting the lovely desk lady and getting the tour through the halls of the center, it was time to go outside. You were stunned by the big history this club held, while never leaving Mason's side. You felt sorry for the viewers who expected to see Mason but got a free upgrade with you on his side, you also didn’t think it was something the crew imagined as they first looked a bit confused and asked several times if he was ready to film.

When you went outside and saw the set up you gasped, it looked so sweet, and after greeting and shaking hands with everyone you could go and have a better look at it. Seeing his new jersey laying on the stool you felt tingly inside.

You wanted to lose the grip he had on your hand and let him do his thing but he refused and just squeezed your hand, showing he needed the support. So you went together to the backdrop and he finally let got off your hand to inspect his new jersey. While you placed your now empty hand on his back to keep the contact and support for him.

”Pretty cool huh?“, he looked at you after unfolding it and holding it at the top, while you gripped the side to stretch it a little for a better look. You felt the material and looked at it. Mount number 7, also something you had to get used to after he had 19 at Chelsea, but seeing how iconic number 7 was, you just hoped for him to feel as good as the other boys did in it.

After turning it around you said: ”It‘s not bad is it.“ he turned to the camera and said with a little wink: ”You heard the lady, it’s not bad.“

You rolled your eyes playfully.

”Makes me wanna go on the pitch and play“, you smiled at him and started to inspect the background they set up. Seeing the baby picture, you took a closer look. You couldn’t believe how cute your boyfriend was even as a child, with the sweetest little ears and his hair perfectly styled. The fan picture made you excited, to see his new fanbase, hoping they wouldn’t kill him on the pitch, seeing the negative comments people left on his and your Instagram. And the illustrated picture of him in the Manchester Utd kit looked amazing. You hoped that you could take it home afterwards and hang it on the wall. You needed some pictures on the still-empty walls in your new home. After that, it was time to pose for pictures. So you let go of his back and joined his family, who were already talking about the experience and the energy this place radiated.

Little Summer was buzzing with excitement and had a lot of energy, so you ran around the terrace with her for a little to calm her down. Her brother Archie laid in his stroller and the sight of him made your ovaries scream. He looked so small and sweet, you imagined what it would be like to start a family here with Mason. You two always talked about how you wanted to start a family soon, but that was always before the transfer to Manchester started, now you didn’t know where he stood regarding that topic.

But Mason was just as excited as you were. Seeing you with Summer made the butterflies in his stomach fly around even more, he couldn’t wait to have a little Mason or a little Y/N running around your new home.

The pictures and videos he had to do were absolutely gorgeous, seeing him sitting in that chair did mad things to you, you just wanted to hop on his lap and do unholy stuff, but not when his family+his new crew was watching. But you definitely needed to buy a chair for the new house, it made your mind crazy and horny. After he did the media pictures it was time for family pictures for memories. The whole family gathered behind Mason and you. Mason held one of the jersey's shoulders, placing his hand on your back, while you held the other shoulder, placing your other hand also on his back, and posed for the new family picture. Mason also wanted one with only you so you did the same pose as before. And after FaceTiming his sister from Australia he felt way less nervous than this morning when he really got on your nerves. Before the alarm clock even rang, he woke you up by poking his pointer finger in your face because he couldn’t sleep anymore and felt like throwing up. You tried to get him back to sleep but it was impossible.

The video camera documenting every step you guys took made you feel a little intimidated. It wasn’t like Mason and you had a secret relationship or something like that. It was actually pretty open, often posting candids of the other on an Instagram story, or making a post about the other, but getting the official welcome on the YouTube channel was something different.

Standing next to Mason when he gave his first autograph on the new jersey, you let out a surprised sound because of how good it looked.

”Smashed it, Mase“, you told him. It looked fucking good. You wished you could take it home as a memory for later.

After walking on the green ground for the first time, you couldn’t wait to see him on the pitch, where he hopefully gets the treatment he deserved.

The interviews didn’t seem to end, the questions got sillier the longer you walked. Thankfully you had his family next to you, to keep you company. After the interviews you went to the next media station, the official signing picture. While walking to the assigned room, you were stunned again by the big halls and pictures plastered on every wall. After Mason took pictures alone while signing the contract, with his parents and family it was time for the two of you. You stood on his left side and placed your hand proudly on his shoulder while having the biggest grin on your lips, just like Mason. This was a big deal to the both of you, a new club, a new city, a new beginning. You were ready for it, scared, but ready.

”I‘m super thirsty, is there somewhere where we can get a drink?“, Mason asked. He really was thirsty but he knew the rest of you guys could also use a break. Little Archie got fussy throughout the day, not wanting to be any longer in his stroller and also desperate for a drink. So you all settled in the cafeteria, having a coffee or a water and just enjoying the peace. Mason also removed his Manchester United jacket after a: ” It’s pretty warm, innit“. While Mason held your hand under the table and placed them on his thigh, he talked to his parents who sat at the same little table as you two.

”What’s now on the Agenda“, you asked, feeling yourself getting tired after walking around the center all day.

”I think it’s a photoshoot next to the ’The theatre of dreams‘ wall, seeing and shooting in the locker room and seeing and shooting in the stadium. It shouldn’t be that long anymore my love“, he squeezed your hand. With a tired nod, you got up as the press agent, who had shown you around all day, came back from her little break, and told all of you that it was time to continue the tour. Walking to the ’The theatre of dreams‘ wall, you woke up again and got excited to see the holy ground soon. And after he finished the photoshoot, it was time to see the changing room. Passing through the door the room looked huge and you felt the energy of the players. Seeing his jersey hanging on the wall over his new seat made your heart swell. This was his dream. Playing football somewhere where he is appreciated and loved, and you had a good feeling about this place. Sitting on his new space, he got his pictures taken and then it was your turn again with the family as well, he wanted to get as many pictures as possible, needing to fill up the empty spaces on your wall at home. Standing up and walking into the middle of the room more questions were asked.

When they turned the lights red, he took your hand, squeezed it, and gave you a knowing look, which meant dirty thoughts, but played it over with a cool: ”It’s game-time baby“.

Summer was jumping around with the lights dimmed, being super excited over the change of color when Mason took her in his arms and turned around in circles. Her screeching could be heard from miles away, but it made everyone happy to see she also had a good time and wasn’t bored or making a fuss.

Walking on the holy ground of the stadium, gave Mason goosebumps as he walked around and mumbled the word ’special‘ a bunch of times. Looking at you with his big smile, he took you in his arms and just stood like that for a few seconds. Suddenly feeling very grateful that you chose to come with him on this new adventure. After a kiss on your forehead, he let go of you and you joined his family again, not wanting to be in every shot of the video or pictures. While walking through the tunnel to get to the last picture point of the day, you felt Summer taking your hand. The darkness scared her a little and she chose her auntie Y/N to protect her, everyone cooed at the interaction.

After he had his last official picture taken, under the ’The theatre of dreams‘ quote, it was time for family pictures. Everyone turned their back towards the camera and posed so it looked like you were absently staring at the pitch. It turned out to be your favorite picture out of all the ones you took today. But of course, you took one facing the camera, which also looked pretty cute.

Someone shouted: ” It’s a wrap everybody, thank you“, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Feeling the pressure flooding out of your body, you looked at Mason and you could see in his eyes how relaxed he was now.

After saying goodbye to everyone, you made your way to the cars, saying goodbye to his family as well, as they made their way to a hotel they found not far from your home. You would have loved to host them in your new house, but you barely had time to put up any furniture so the guest rooms were filled with boxes. They decided to stay in a hotel and help you the following days to make the place a bit more homier faster. After all, Mason had a busy schedule and couldn’t help as much as he wanted to.

But in the end, you were glad they weren’t staying at your place because Mason ended up showing you, how he really wasn’t laughing in bed at the end of the day.

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Saints Are Sinners Too

Summary: Y/N has some confessing to do.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut - this is just all smut. Pretty much zero plot to this porn. Blowjob, face fucking, deep throating, rough fingering, spanking (very minor).

** This fic is about Priest!dean and Nun!reader. They're undercover, and not actual members of the clergy. Nevertheless, it's probably obvious that there is a LOT of sacrilegious imagery, dialogue and situations in this one. So, be warned. **

Pairings: Priest!Dean Winchester x Nun!reader

Word Count: 1,427

A/N: This fic came about as a response to this post, and this post. It will also be used to fill my first square on my @jacklesversebingo card. The square I will be filling is "Does it turn you on that we might get caught?" The quote will be bolded in the fic. Hope you all enjoy my smutty offering.

Gotta go confess now. 😁

The beautiful divider at the bottom was created by @talesmaniac89. Title card above and gif below were created by me.

“Forgive Me Father, I’m about to sin.”

“Y/N?” Dean’s surprised whisper came through the thin wall that separated the priest from the petitioner.��

“Nope, I’m just a sinner here in need of forgiveness.”

“What the hell are you doing here?” Dean asked. 

Seconds later, Y/N opened the door to his side of the confessional and walked into the incredibly small, crowded space. 

He frowned up at her as she shut the door behind her, dimming the light inside the tiny box once again. “You’re supposed to be searching the rectory for the bone of a saint. And I can’t very well get confessions of evil out of our would-be suspects if you’re in here with me.”

Y/N pulled a little bag out of a hidden pocket within her borrowed nun’s habit. Inside the bag was a small white bone. “Got it already.” She said, turning mischievous eyes on him. “What about you? Heard any sinful confessions?”

Dean shook his head. “No, just a couple old ladies confessing to cheating at bingo, and getting drunk on church wine.”

Y/N snickered and then sank to her knees between Dean’s open legs, biting her lip as she reached out and pushed aside his black jacket before popping open the button on his pants. Dean’s expression was equal parts lust and worry. “Y/N, what are you doing?”

“Confessing my sins, Father.”

“Y/N, we can’t do this here, they’ll - “ Dean’s words trailed off into a moan as Y/N pulled down his zipper and stuck her hand inside to grip him through his underwear..

“Shh.” Y/N admonished. “Gotta keep quiet or they’ll hear you.”

“Y/N.” Dean tried again, but she pulled his briefs down far enough to let his hardening cock spring free, and he bit into his lush bottom lip to stifle another groan. 

“Don’t you wanna hear my confession?” Y/N asked, her voice and expression all innocence. 

Dean nodded absently, all his attention focused on not yelling out loud as she sucked one of his balls into her mouth and rolled it around on her tongue. She gave the same attention to the other one before licking a stripe up the underside of his cock.

Dean’s hard fingers were dug deep into the padded bench he was sitting on, and the veins in his neck bulged as he strained to stay quiet.

“My confession, Father, is that I’ve been lusting after you all day. Since the second I walked into the motel room this morning and saw you dressed like this, all I’ve been able to think about was this moment. All I’ve wanted is to get on my knees and show you heaven.”

With that she took him all the way down her throat, swallowing him in one go. Dean sank his hand into her hair and yanked it. “Fuck, Y/N, fuck.” He whispered, strained and desperate. 

Y/N came off of him, breathing hard, cum and spit running down her chin. She used her mouth to spread it up and down his dick before taking him in her hand, squeezing tight and pumping him hard. She watched his jaw clench, as he breathed harshly through his teeth, and she felt her panties flood. 

Her voice was thick as she reached under the black skirts she wore and rubbed herself over the damp cotton. “Does it turn you on that we might get caught? Hmm?” She asked as she kitten-licked the angry, purplish head of his straining cock. “Is it making you hard to know there’s only a thin door keeping us from being seen? That any minute someone could walk into the booth and see us through that partition.”

She nodded up at the open wicker grating that allowed light to seep in from the other side of the confessional. With jerky movements, Dean reached over to yank closed the tiny curtain that covered the window.

Y/N chuckled darkly. “That’s not gonna help much.” She said, gently squeezing his balls and making another harsh and entirely too loud moan leak out of Dean’s beautiful lips. 

“Please Y/N, goddamn.” He mumbled nonsensically, sweat dotting his forehead as Y/N pushed down on him again, taking him completely, but gagging a bit this time. “Fuck.” Dean cried out hoarsely as he took her head between his hands. She looked up at him from where she was sunk onto his cock, and saw the desperate question for her in his eyes. 

“Mmhmmm.” She answered around him, knowing what he was asking, her mouth watering in anticipation.

Gripping her head tightly, he pulled her back, so she only kept the tip of him between her lips. Then he hammered his hips forward, fucking her face hard and deep. Over and over he hit the back of her throat raising a gluck, gluck sound as she choked around him. He pulled out of her mouth completely and she pulled harsh breaths into her abused throat. 

They weren’t being very quiet anymore, but she couldn’t care. She hoped the booth was far enough away, and the soft organ music playing over the church speakers would drown them out at least a little. But she was too far gone to stop, whatever the consequences. 

She continued to work her clit as Dean began ravaging her face once again. When he pushed deep down her throat, she slipped two fingers inside herself and stared up at him, rapturously. His broad, powerful chest was heaving as he fought off his climax. His lips formed an O and he pushed air between them harshly, desperately trying to control himself. 

Finally, he pushed on the back of her head so that she was smashed tight against him, every inch of his thick cock filled her mouth and stretched her esophagus. Then his face contorted and he was spilling down her throat, fast and hot. She swallowed around his cock, trying to gulp it all down, but she couldn’t and as he pushed her off of him so she could breathe again, she coughed hard, spit and cum spilling down her chin and onto the habit she wore. Still breathing harshly, Dean grabbed her upper arms and wrenched her up off the floor. Barely managing it in the tiny space, he swapped places with her so that she was now standing in front of the bench. 

Rather than sitting her down on it, however, Dean spun her around so she faced the back wall of the confessional and pushed against her back, forcing her to bend over. Seconds later he had her black skirts rucked up around her waist and her panties down around her ankles. Y/N just barely managed to stifle a shrill scream of pleasure as he sank two fingers deep into her cunt. He fucked her hard with them, pulling out of her only once to give two loud and stinging slaps to her bare ass.

She moaned deep, long past caring about being found out as he buried his fingers, three of them this time, back into her slick and throbbing pussy. He was knuckle deep and then he pulled out and shoved them back inside again, rocketing his fingers into her body hard enough that the little box surrounding them shook slightly. 

He knew she was incredibly close; all he had to do was press his fingers against the secret sweet spot he knew how to find every time. He pressed there and Y/N gulped air into her lungs for a scream, but he took his free hand and clamped it over her mouth just in time. Her slick cunt clenched powerfully around his fingers at the same time that she bit into the palm of his hand in an attempt to lessen the noise of her climax. Dean gritted his teeth as he buried his face in the side of her neck.

Her body shuddered and shook as her high ebbed away. Dean pulled his hand out of her body, dropping her skirts back down and pulling his pants back up, before shifting them both slightly so that she was sitting in his lap. They put their foreheads together and shared breath as they tried to stop their hearts from hammering.

Dean smiled at her and licked his lips. “Well, son of a bitch, sweetheart - you’re absolved.” Y/N snorted and grinned at the dubious pardoning. Dean frowned quizzically and looked around the itty bitty wooden box. 

“Now, do you know a back way out of this place?”

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May the Flirts Be With You- Seonghwa x Female!Cosplayer!Reader

It adds years to my life as a massive Star Wars nerd that a member of one of my ult groups is one too 🫶🏻 him making a May the 4th post = instant serotonin. It's 3 weeks late, but here's a corny little fun post for SW Day 😁

Word Count: 2394 | Conventions, Nerds to Lovers lmao, that trope I've accidentally created where Yeosang plays cupid | Warnings: the con is really generic because I didn't want to rip anything real off too much & have it be something they couldn't go to lmao, plus that way I could make other popular sci-fi references >:3

“Isn’t the cloak a bit much?”

"Come on," Seonghwa half-jokingly whined, "you said you were going to appreciate everything."

Yeosang had joined him at a sci-fi convention, something Seonghwa had always dreamed of attending. Artists sat at tables showing their amazing creations, groups of friends and family took pictures with signs and props, and of course the place was flooded with cosplayers and merch. They'd even passed by the 501st Legion.

"I do," Yeosang assured him, nodding towards an artist table stocked with hyperrealistic head sketches of the classic Star Trek cast, "like look at those. I don't even watch the show and I kind of want one."

"That's why they say these cons are so expensive, like look over there!" Seonghwa pointed eyes widening. "There's a guy selling discontinued Star Wars lego sets!"

"Oh, boy," Yeosang muttered, but with a smile as his hyung dragged him over to the man's table, where he started eagerly digging in, that childlike wonder Yeosang knew so well starring his eyes.

"This is a fun little ship," Yeosang commented, picking up a small packet, "I like the yellow."

Seonghwa turned, then gave a nod. "The Naboo Starfighter! That is cute, you should get it for your shelf."

"You know what, maybe I will."

"That's the spirit! As for me, I'm between the AT-TE and the TIE Advanced set."

"Go with the cheaper one."

Seonghwa stuck his tongue out at Yeosang, who mirrored the gesture, then giggled in spite of himself. He wasn't the only one who made the sound, though; Seonghwa swiveled around, ready to greet another lego enthusiast, but what he saw had his fingers involuntarily loosening, almost sending the (slightly overpriced, in his opinion) AT-TE set tumbling back onto the red-and-black tablecloth.

It was a girl, a young woman about his age, dressed head-to-toe in a perfect Princess Leia cosplay. And not the classic white outfit, but the Bespin gown and cape.

You made the red outfit look classically beautiful, and whether it was all your hair or some sort of wig or extensions, you'd braided it just right, the loops falling back and at each side of your face, which was focused on Seonghwa with a smile.

"Oh, sorry, you two were just funny. You look like a Jedi and his padawan having a spat."

Seonghwa tore his eyes off of you long enough to regard Yeosang. "I told you I looked like a Jedi!"

"You sure do," you added, tilting your head toward the boxes in his hands, "what are you looking at getting there?"

Seonghwa shakily lowered the AT-TE back to the table. "Oh, well, I think I'm going with the TIE Advanced set."

"Good choice," you loudly whispered, leaning a bit closer, "355 to that one's 794. A little under half the pieces, but a quarter of the price."

"That's what I thought, like the TIE is way more iconic too, sorry Battle of Utapau."

"Yeah, I'm more into the OG movies myself."

He nodded toward your cosplay. "I see that. Did you make that yourself, or buy the pieces?"

"Oh, no, I made this."

Seonghwa feels his jaw drop, warmth pooling in his chest at the way you giggle again, this time at his expression, which rises from shock to a wide, awed grin. "You- you really? How do you do it? How long does it take? One of my roommates just customizes regular clothes and it seems like he can spend hours."

"Oh, yeah, hours is about right," you chuckle, "but it feels like the hardest part is finding the right fabrics sometimes, like these thicker ones aren't at every fabric store."

"Yeah, you really sound like my friend," Seonghwa jokes, "but you look way better."

He flushes the moment the words leave his mouth, immediately stuttering backtracks. "Well, um, that is, I mean, he doesn't do cosplay, more just like paint and cutting stuff up and-"

"Don't worry, you wouldn't believe how many creeps have told me I should have gone with the slave look," your voice cuts into his ramble, "I'm not offended. I actually appreciate it, um...what was your name again?"

"Oh," he lit up, "Seonghwa. This is my first convention."

Introducing yourself, you smiled and waved a hand at the legos he paused the conversation to purchase. "And it looks like you're getting something out of it already."

"More clutter for his room," Yeosang supplied.

You laughed. "You don't want to see mine, then. Besides, I can't help but notice you bought a ship too."

"A tiny one!" Yeosang sheepishly defended himself, quickly laughing at the m-hm sound you made.

"That's how it starts. Get him addicted, Seonghwa."

He nodded. "I'm trying."

"That's the spirit," you said with a mischievous grin.

Seonghwa nodded, then felt his eyes start to lose focus from looking at your own. "Er, well, we'll see you around, (y/n)!" He waved, starting to turn and walk away with Yeosang, who immediately shoved him.

"Whoa, what's that for?"

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Getting back to the convention?"

"Don't you think you should talk to her?"

"What, and follow her around like a weirdo?"

"No," Yeosang fought, "invite her to go check out the voice acting stall or build your legos together or at least just take a picture with her to remember her by if you're too scared to do anything else."

Seonghwa frowned slightly. "I'm not scared."

"Ok," his long-haired friend shrugged, "then prove it."

"I will," he said with a satisfied smile as he turned on his heels, heading back for you.

"Oh, hey, (y/n)?"

You turned around too, white cape billowing around you like angel wings. He swallowed, trying not to stare too hard.

"Can we take a picture? I- I haven't really gotten many pictures with cosplayers, and-"

"Sure!" Smiling brightly, you accepted his proffered phone, taking a couple selfies that left Seonghwa feeling like a boiled lobster, he must be so red. He wasn't expecting you to put your arm around him, but he sure wouldn't complain, either. You also had Yeosang take a few head-to-toe ones so you could see your full outfits and the poses you guys did.

By the time you were done, you both were laughing, especially at one selfie you caught of all three of you where both you and Seonghwa posed and Yeosang just had the most confused expression. In another, you reached behind you to the book stall, each picking one up to pretend to read. Seonghwa made a shocked face at James Luceno's Tarkin, Yeosang mimed intense focus on Timothy Zahn's The Icarus Hunt, and you pretended to laugh at the bowl of petunias in Douglas Adams' The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

"Well, thanks!" Seonghwa exclaimed after your photoshoot, trailing off before Yeosang elbowed him from behind. "Er, well, I was wondering if you are on any social media for your cosplays?"

"Yup," you nodded, closing out your Photos app with a smile at all the new shots of you guys that had been added to your phone and sliding over to instagram, "Here's where I post a lot of my photos, but if you want to see anything more in-depth or show your fashion designing friend, I can give you my youtube."

Wow... "You have a cosplay youtube? That's so cool! I bet it's a lot of fun!"

"Sure, it's where I track progress, share my processes, and do hauls and stuff too. Oh, and these guys," you shook the box of lego you'd bought at the stall that introduced you, "will get built on there, too. Hey, would you wanna be in a video?"

This time, no elbowing was required. "On your channel? Yes, of course! We could build our legos," Seonghwa replied, feeling excitement rush to his face as he strolled past a life-size Dalek, fingers reaching out to gently brush the smooth dome atop the metal structure.

"For one, yes," you said, a hand reaching up to straighten your Leia braids, "but how would you feel about modeling a legit cosplay?"

His eyes flew open. "You'd make me a whole outfit?"

"Well, I need practice doing men's fits too," you giggled, swerving around a couple dressed as Zoë and Wash from Firefly, "and you have, like, perfect proportions."

Seonghwa's mouth opened and closed a few times, but he didn't know what to say to that. You didn't say any more, either, your interest suddenly captured by a stall selling Padme-inspired jewelry, including one thick silver choker that honestly captured Seonghwa's eyes too...

"So, uh, would you be interested?" You glanced back and forth between the stall and Seonghwa, the way your eyes peered up at him involuntarily raising the corners of his lips.

"As long as my outfit is as pretty as yours."

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"Everyone's commenting asking if you're a professional model," you giggle at Seonghwa, glancing up at your phone as you hand him the bright orange brick separator.

He pries apart two misplaced lego pieces before meeting your eyes. "Me?"

"Yes, you," you fire back, closing your phone and leaning a bit closer, scanning first Seonghwa's progress, then his face, "have you seen yourself?"

Heat creeps back into his cheeks. "Yes, but I've seen you, too, so I know they should be asking that about you, not me."

"Wow, that was really smooth. No wonder I dressed you up as Lando," you grin, resting your chin on your hand.

Seonghwa just gazed into your eyes with a fond smile. That had been a long, but amazing, process as you got measurements, pinned him still until he was stiff all over, but put hours of work into detailing a masterpiece, complete with a cape of his very own. All the standing around was so worth it to feel the way your hands gently grazed his sides, to hear you laugh at his little comments and even feel it against his neck when you were working on his shoulders, to always make sure you were stopping to take care of yourself, too, and hear how grateful you were when he reminded you you were doing amazing, no need to push yourself. Watching the transformation, your busy hands at work, getting to embody a piece of the universe he loved so much, all of it made for some of the best weeks Seonghwa had had in a long time.

"That was fun," he commented, attaching two more pieces to the wing of the ship he was building.

"Yeah," you agreed, "especially when you almost kissed me."

Seonghwa reddened, stiffening and lowering the wing in his hand slightly.

It had happened one of the last times you'd met up when you were attaching his cape, hands on his shoulders. He'd relaxed too much, falling into watching you work with dazed eyes, dreaming of leaning in, and then you pulled a little too hard, sending him surging forward, his face almost crashing into yours. He'd managed to catch himself just in time and you'd edited that part out of the fitting video of course, but that moment, your awkward but thrilling almost-kiss, had been living rent-free in Seonghwa's mind ever since then. A part of him wished he'd just managed to fall all the way, but that also wasn't how he wanted your first kiss to go. If you liked him back, which Yeosang and Hongjoong insisted you did. Hongjoong had even taken to texting him 'May the flirts be with you' before he went to your studio, which strangely had encouraged him on a couple occasions to just say the compliment or to brush your hands a little when he handed you supplies or made sure you had water.

"I'm so sorry about that, I really was just clumsy and-"

"It's all right," you smirked faintly, putting the constructed cockpit in your hands down, "I was ready for it."

Seonghwa's brows furrowed as he fully set the wing down. "You... you..."

"Wait, I'm sorry, did I read things wrong? I thought we were flirting. But if not, I'm so sorry! I'm not good at this," you confessed, "you know what they say about nerds and all."

Any and all dissatisfaction about Hongjoong being right dissipated into the great sparkly abyss of joy rising and thudding out of Seonghwa's chest because holy cow, the super cool girl who makes Star Wars outfits and builds lego with him and doesn't laugh at his ASMR is interested in them? Sure, let him and Yeosang rub it in Seonghwa's face. He'd endure anything if it meant getting closer to you.

"I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, either," he chuckled, grin widening by the second, "but yes, I was. My roommate even started texting me to hype me up before I visited you, look!"

He showed you the text, which was followed by a gif of Han Solo and a whole bunch of teasing ㅋㅋㅋㅋ.

"I was worried you were going to see all the youtube comments teasing me about my obvious crush on you or how cute we were together!"

His eyes widened again. "So you have an obvious crush on me?"

"Seonghwa," you folded your arms, "you don't exactly want someone to kiss you because they're like a brother to you."

"Right, right, sorry, it's just so hard to believe a real-life space princess like you is interested in a lowly smuggler like myself."

"Ok," you snorted, "that was corny."

"I was trying to be corny."

"Good," you tease, leaning in closer until your nose is almost brushing his, "I like corny."

"That's why you like Attack of the Clones. It's the dialogue."

"It's the childhood appeal and you know it! I always say they got a little confident in their millions with some of the writing, but something in it really captured a youth vibe. It's like what they did in Twilight, but better because of the rest of the worlds happening around it-" You rambled, distracted by Seonghwa's claim.

Seonghwa, meanwhile, could only stare at your animated gesticulating and think how you're most definitely the girl of his dreams. "Ok, seriously, please kiss me."

“Alright, but we’re definitely doing the cape yank next time,” you comment as you lean in, letting Seonghwa take one of your hands, the other pulling you in softly by your cheek until your lips met.

[winchesterwild78]

Chance Meeting pt 8

Part 7

18+ Minors DO NOT interact

This is my first ever fan fiction. I adore Jensen Ackles and have no hate towards his family. In this he’s single. I’m not sure exactly how to do this so any suggestions or feedback is appreciated. Please be kind and all mistakes are my own. All work is mine. Please don’t copy it.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, Jensen being a sweetheart

Chapter/ Trigger Warnings: FLUFFY chapter, some sadness but not too bad

A/N: I’m working hard on making sure the chapters get done quickly. I don’t want to leave you hanging for too long. If you have any suggestions please let me know. Reader is older-not trying to alienate anyone, but I wanted the reader close to Jensen’s age and with children. This will make more sense in later chapters. This chapter is a bit shorter but it’s an important one. Not sure how many chapters are left. It’s just flowing. Enjoy 😁

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The morning light broke through the window placing light rays across Jensen’s face. You looked up at him and lightly ran your hand over his freckled cheek. His grip on you got tighter and he groaned a little. “Jensen, baby we need to get up. The movers will be here soon.” You say as you run your hands down his back. He groans and pulls you closer. You let out a little giggle and kiss his full lips. His beautiful green eyes flutter open and he looks into yours. A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth and you smile softly back. “Good morning, sweetheart.” He says with his gruff morning voice. “Good morning to you too, handsome.” He leans his head down and kisses your forehead. A blush forms on your cheeks. You love when he kisses your lips, but there is something about forehead kisses that makes you melt into him.

“Can’t we just stay here for a while longer?” He whispers as he’s leaning over you with a smirk on his face. “No babe we have to get up. You don’t want y/f/n or the movers to walk in and see us in all our glory, do you?” You smirked as you slid out from under him. He groans and falls back on the bed. “No, I guess not.” “Come on grumpy, I’ll make you coffee and breakfast.” You said placing a quick kiss on his pouting lips. You giggle as you walk away and hear him groan again.

You walk into the kitchen and start making the coffee and you feel your boyfriend’s strong arms wrap around you. You lean into him and stand there for a minute before pulling away. You definitely could stay wrapped in his arms forever, but today is moving day and it’s going to be a long and emotional one. You start the coffee and as it’s brewing you start getting breakfast ready. Jensen is leaning against the counter with his arms crossed in front of his chest watching you glide around the kitchen. He has his jogging pants on and a white t shirt that hugs his chest and shows off his biceps. As you spin around and see him you bite your lower lip while looking at his amazing body. He smirks and walks closer to you grabbing your waist. Your breath hitches as he pulls you closer. One hand slides up your back and into your hair. He gently pulls your head up and places a kiss on your lips. His tongue sweeps across your bottom lip asking for entry. Your lips part and your tongues dance around each others while deepening the kiss. You both pull away when your phone started ringing. “Damn it” he said while chuckling. You grabbed your phone and it was the movers. They were about 30 minutes away. When you hung up you stood on your toes and gave Jensen a quick peck. “The movers are about 30 minutes away.” We better get dressed you said as you walked out of the kitchen.

Jensen ran after you causing you to squeal with laughter and he caught you just as you made it to the bedroom. You both fell on the bed where he peppered you with kisses all over your face and down your neck. You squirmed and giggled under him lightly pushing him off. “Babe stop we have to get ready.” You said through giggles. “I am getting ready sweetheart, we have to get undressed in order to get ready.” He said while wiggling his eyebrows. “Jensen Ross Ackles, you better behave. We have a lot to do today and another round with you is not on the To-Do list this morning.” “Maybe not on yours sweetheart, but definitely on mine.” He said as he kissed you. Just as he leaned down to kiss you again, you heard the front door open and y/f/n call out to you. “Y/N, Jensen where are you two?” She said. Jensen groaned and rolled back “In here killjoy.” He said while you laughed. She walked in the bedroom took one look at you both and walked away laughing and shaking her head. “We’ll be out in a minute y/f/n, can you throw the biscuits in the oven please.” “Sure thing, and no funny business you two.” She said as she got into the kitchen. You both got up and got dressed and hurried out to the kitchen. Y/f/n was sitting at the counter with a coffee in her hand. She looked at you both and wiggled her eyebrows. You playfully slapped her arm and grabbed 2 mugs to fill with coffee. Jensen sat down beside her and thanked you for the coffee. “So who wants some breakfast?” You asked as you grabbed the frying pan. “I’ve got eggs and bacon that needs to be cooked.” You said pulling it out of the refrigerator. Jensen and y/f/n sat and chatted while you were cooking. You would glance over and your heart would flutter seeing your best friend and your boyfriend talking like old friends. Just as you finished cooking you turned and saw your boyfriend’s green eyes looking at you and he smiled softly at you. You smiled back and when you glanced at your friend she was looking between the two of you smiling. She knew you loved him and she could see how much he loved you.

“Alright guys time to eat.” You said as you plated breakfast onto three plates. “This looks delicious, y/n. Thanks for cooking” They both said almost in unison. You chuckled and nodded stuffing a forkful of food in your mouth. The conversation over breakfast was flowing easily and pretty soon y’all had finished. You collected the plates and put them in the sink.

The doorbell rang and Jensen said he’d get it. You looked at your friend and she stood up and hugged you. “I love you girl, I’m gonna miss you but that man is so in love with you. I know you’re going to be okay.” She smiled and walked towards the living room. You could hear Jensen talking to some other men about what went and what stayed. You turned to the sink to wash up the breakfast dishes and a single tear slipped out. You were excited about your next chapter, but a little sad to say goodbye. You heard Jensen and the movers walk in the kitchen talking. “Yeah, the furniture in here goes and I think almost everything is boxed up.” You heard him say. “Babe, where do you want them to start?” Jensen asked. As you turned around you tried to wipe away the tear without him noticing but he did. You cleared your throat and said they could start in the living room. The men nodded and Jensen stood in the doorway. He walked over to you, cupped your face and said “are you okay, y/n?” “Yeah, I’m okay. Just a little emotional.” He kissed your lips softly and nodded then walked away. You stood there for a minute and turned to dry the dishes and pack the rest away.

A few hours later the apartment was empty and you were doing your last walkthrough. Jensen and y/f/n stayed in the living room talking and waiting for you. As you walked room to room you reminisced on all the memories you cherished from your years here. Your most recent of those is the first night Jensen spent with you here. You cooked dinner, danced in the living room, made love for hours and finally collapsed in each other’s arms and drifted off to sleep. You felt safe in his arms and it felt like home. You stood in the doorway of your room thinking about that night and every night he’s spent here. You felt his arms wrap around you and a kiss land on your neck. “What are you thinking about pretty lady?” He whispered in your ear. You smiled “just the first night you spent here. So many great memories.” You said. “We have a lifetime of memories to make together.” He smiled and said while turning you around. He placed a sweet kiss on your lips while wiping away a stray tear from your face. “I love you so much, y/n.” “I love you too, Jensen. So very much.” You grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers. “Let’s go home.” You said to him. “Yeah, let’s go home.” He smiled.

You all went outside and your best friend threw her arms around you squeezing you tight. “I love you and once you get settled in Texas I’m coming to visit.” She said. “You better, and stay out of trouble. I love you too, y/f/n.” She walked over to Jensen who was leaning against your car. “Come here big guy.” She said with a chuckle. You stood there smiling at them as they embraced. “You better take care of our girl and treat her right or I’ll come to Texas and kick your ass, Ackles.” She said playfully slapping his bicep. “I will, you have my word. She deserves so much and I intend to spend the rest of my life making sure she gets it.” He said as he hugged her. Y/f/n stepped back and said “good” while she walked back over to you. “Okay, no tears and no goodbyes, just a see you soon. Jump into your next chapter girl.” She grabbed you and hugged you extra tight and you did the same. She backed away and Jensen opened the passenger door for you. You smiled and waved at her and nodded at Jensen. He climbed into the driver’s seat and started the car. You took one more look back waved and looked over at Jensen. He grabbed your hand and kissed it. “Ready to go sweetheart?” “Yeah Jens, let’s go home.” With that he pulled off and your old life was behind you and your new life with this amazing man was just beginning.

[arcadekitten]

Hello Arcadekitten!!! I read the Stellamb wedding post(s) and it got me wondering about how Stella’s wedding dress would look like… I absolutely love Sweet No Death, so I knew I had to make some artwork of it!! And, because I absolutely suck at explaining things through text, here is my interpretation of Stella’s wedding outfit in traditional art! ✨💫🌟

Materials Used: Mixed Media Paper, Ink Fineliner Pens, Alcohol Markers Gel Pens, Paint Pens, Highlighter and Mechanical Pencil

Time Took: 1 week

I don’t know if you’re okay with people sending fanarts and stuff to you, but I absolutely love your work and well, I’m quite proud of this piece (even if I probably shouldn’t be lol) as I worked extremely hard on this and wanted to share it with you! I hope that’s okay ❤️

A little artist “#Deep Dive tm” because I put WAY too much effort into the tiniest details and I am NOT gonna let them get overlooked 😤 /jk

-Stella’s dress is made with her signature colors rather than white, because I felt that with her being a Star Witch and all, a species that mostly has extravagantly colorful clothes (in my humble opinion) she felt that just going with plain white on what is possibly the most important day of her life would feel… well, a bit redundant, so she opted for a more ‘colored’ ballgown, with lacy gloves and a pearled veil and all. The local tailor and dressmaker is a bit confused, but Lambchop is definitely not complaining! ;) 💕💓

-(Well, that, and I also felt that the color blended WAY too much with her skin tone and changed it, but that’s my little secret hehe 👀😉)

-In my mind, Stella can make her hair look like it has a small galaxy within it! With actual moving stars and little twinkling lights. ✨💫✨⭐️🌟I think that she usually saves it for special, grandiose occasions, buuut since she’s not the kind of person who would THROW a grand, special occasion, she never unveiled it before her wedding day! (Poor Lambchop’s heart nearly gave out on the spot right then and there! 😭❤️)

-I didn’t add her usual Star hair clip because she already has like… 10 stars in her design already lmao /lh ⭐️

-As you can see, her bouquet’s… cloth? Fabric? I’m not sure what to call it… thing? The stuff that her flowers are wrapped in are Lambchop’s colors! Thought that it would be a neat visual detail… also, I can totally imagine Stella requesting that specific color scheme from the local florist! 💐🌷🌸

-Speaking of flowers… I decided to color in one of the moon daisies a little bit… differently hehe ;) It’s a small reference to the beginning of the game, where we see Stella change the color of the one rebellious moon daisy, from orange to lavender, except this time… she keeps it and uses it in her bouquet! 💖💗

-I like to think that it symbolizes Lambchop versus the rest of the townspeople… and Stella’s way of acknowledging him as a “real person”, at least compared to the others… one who is different, one who is unique… the one that she’s going to marry 💍🩷

-(it’s so absolutely sappy when she tells him so that he just couldn’t resist kissing her right then and there)

-And finally… (this is the last one I promise) I cut out the entire drawing to make it look like a potion bottle, partially because Stella is a witch, and partially because I had this cute lil idea that she stores all of her happiest memories into a magical bottle and takes it out whenever she feels sad, so that she can ‘experience’ it again and feel happier. Of course, with Lambchop by her side, she never really has to use it!💞🩷💗

-And yes, I also made the bottle have Lambchop colors as well 🐏 Just a nice little thing tying em together more visually… ❤️

…And I am SO SORRY for ranting!!! I worked incredibly hard on this piece (traditional art is NOT my strong suit, lol) but I wanted to make something special for one of my favorite games and one of my favorite game devs! So here it is, and I hope that you like it! 🤞❤️😁

(P.S: Any ideas for Lambchop’s wedding design?)

Oh my goodness this is BEAUTIFUL!! The artwork itself is just stunning!! You took so much time on it and it really shows, especially with all your attention to detail in it(and I LOVE hearing your explanations for some of the choices you made!! They're just so darling!) Everything about this is stellar and I'm in love with it, thank you so much!! ♡ ♡ ♡

Also I TOTALLY AGREE Stella would not wear white for her wedding!! Color all the way!! ♡

As for Lambchop's outfit...I think I've got it envisioned in my head but I haven't quite drawn anything for it yet! Top hat, definitely. I think his suit isn't black. Probably brown! Bowtie on the neck. His pants are more like shorts and are cut juuuuust above the knee! Still wearing long socks with garters. He looks incredibly dapper--as he should!! It's his wedding!

Hopefully he at least looks good for the photos before he decides to get any mysterious red stains on his outfit. (It's fine. Stella could clean them with the snap of her fingers, but still!)

[f1crecs]

Fic Rec List - Football AUs

if your fic is on this list and you don’t want it to be, please let me know and I will remove it immediately, no questions asked. I have contacted most of the authors on this list, but sometimes people fall through the gaps - just pop me a message���

have a pairing you want me to do next? please read the faqs and then head to my inbox.

don’t forget to give the authors featured on this list some love in the form of kudos, bookmarks, and comments!

hi, anon. of course! I hope you enjoy some of these. I am British, so I took this to mean ⚽🥅🏆 ... please let me know if you meant the 🏈📣🤸‍♀️ kind.

the majority of these are Charles/Pierre. I like to try and keep my rec lists fairly evenly balanced, but the truth is that most of the football AU's in fandom feature these two. which, I won't lie, does make me giggle a little bit given Charles' um... you know... his...

enjoy, anon!

Carlos/Lando

I remember when I met you just before September by @wolfiemcwolferson | E | 16.3k Carlos meets someone who changes everything for him. This is such a gorgeous, gorgeous story, with some of my favourite Carlos characterisation ever! One thing that this author always gets right is their dialogue - it flows so beautifully, and is so fun to read. A beautiful story.

And the prettiest boy he’s ever seen in his life is wearing a pink shirt - tight across his chest, dancing against George - who is cackling, head thrown back and looser than Carlos has ever seen him look before.

Charles/Pierre

use every fibre of my being just to keep me at bay by @pinkierre | T | 2.2k Pierre and Charles are on the same course at University. This is such a sweet story! It made me giggle out loud. This author has such perfect comedic timing - it's so fun to read! I also loved the Max and Pierre friendship here, and the Max and Charles rivalry.

Pierre was not staring. However, maybe he was looking into Charles’ general direction a bit... much… Charles was on the other side of the library, in a white hoodie that seemed to be two sizes too big, a dark pair of glasses, a black bandana and a massive pair of headphones. He looked properly adorable, and Pierre might just like seeing him being so into his work.

goal of the century by @yukierres | G | 2.3k Charles joins the team, and has a big impact. This is such a sweet story! The characterisation is fantastic. Charles has this magnetism to him that Pierre just can't resist - and I think that's an experience most of us have been through before. 😁 This author's writing makes me really happy. This was fantastic.

'You can see it in his eyes though, the burning desire to get on the pitch. The intensity in which he follows the ball during play, hands gripped on his thighs, his porcelain skin getting whiter and whiter as the clock ticks. Pierre can't stop watching him in the corner of his eye as he plays. He is completely magnetic, almost hypnotic. He can't draw himself away from Charles however much he tries.'

The Light That Shines Behind Your Eyes by @saintdevote | T | 2.6k Pierre's journey through the world of professional football. This is such a gorgeous AU, that still feels very them. The angst here was hard-hitting, but beautifully done. The last few sentences gave me chills - which isn't something I often say! I really loved this!

'Pierre wishes he could find it in himself to be bitter, to lash out and tell Charles to go away. Even if he did, he’s not entirely one of his oldest friends would do such a thing. Instead, he smiles.'

all the kingdom lights shined (just for me and you) by @chaesonghwas | T | 15.8k (wip) Pierre and Charles and their journey to the World Cup. I am loving this so far! It is such a gorgeous story - so beautifully paced. You can feel the friendship and love and respect blooming between them. I am so excited to see where this goes!

'Charles finally meets Pierre on a sunny day on the pitch, the sun shining down on his golden hair and the ball at his feet. Beautiful, he thinks, and with that he seals his destiny.'

nsfw: you're in my head, you're in my blood by @singsweetmelodies & @boxboxbrioche | E | 15.8k Charles and Pierre work on a project together. Disclaimer - as a standard rule, I do not recommend my own fics! However, this was written with a close friend, who I am a very big fan of, and it seems like a disservice to her and to FootballPlayer!Pierre fans everywhere not to include this. All the best parts were written by her, anyways. ;)

Charles knows Pierre Gasly, is the thing. Well. He knows of Pierre Gasly. He knows that he plays for the university’s football team, and aside from football, obviously, what Pierre loves most in the world is sex.

Charles/Sebastian

nsfw: Pale Fire by @lyonsbutton | E | 37.2k Charles meets Sebastian in his final year of University. This story is incredible - so very bittersweet, and achingly nostalgic. If you have been to a British University, you will probably see parts of your experience reflected here. The humour is delicious. I wish I could read this one again for the first time.

'Charles is made acutely aware of the fact that he'd skipped two practices in a row. If his position in the first team weren't so heavily cemented he would've been a little more worried. That, and the fact that he's technically this year's treasurer, which means whatever. Charles can't remember the last time he opened Excel. This is why student democracy fails, he thinks, as he fails to make a beautiful pass from Lando connect into the goal.'

[platinumrosetail]

Pardon me, but could I ask for a JJK x Pokemon crossover request?

Where Trainer!Reader, who's a Ghost type specialist, falls through a portal and into the Jujutsu Kaisen world?

Pairing wise, romantic Gojo/Nanami/Sukuna, with the side of onesided creepy Mahito/Kenjaku. And platonic Yuji/Megumi/Nobara/ the rest of the students.

Ooh I like this idea! I always wondered what kind of story this could make 😁 also just a heads up i haven’t finished the game as i have been procrastinating it and just haven’t gotten used to the new features of this pokemon game yet so please bear with me.

Warning: noob author, male!reader, violence, and others.

Characters: gojo, nanami, sukuna, one-sided!mahito and kenjaku!geto.

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You were just battling a trainer when you got sucked into a portal that had randomly appeared behind you. You are a adult student part of the college education of the academy here in paldea and was also apart of the mission of defeating the gym leaders to become champion along with other missions like researching the titan Pokémon’s and taking down team star.

You most;y specialize in ghost types, with some if not most being dual tropes to help you along with your journey.

When you exit out of the portal and fell out of it and next thing you knew is that you’re in the hands of a white haired man with a blindfold covering his eyes, next to you is a care that was being driven by a male as you heard him yell frantically.

“Ahhh! What happened?! Why did a man fall into your arms, gojo?!”

“Hmm, i don’t know but he certainly is a cutie that’s for sure~” the man who caught you says while leaning close to your face which made you blush at the closeness and at the complement he gave you as it doesn’t happen often.

After the man in the care drove away somebody ambushed you two and started attacking , you don’t know if this was a pokemon or something else as you don’t think you’re in your world anymore which freaked you out at that possibility and start to worry on how to get along.

A blast from the wall next to you covered both you and the man that caught you which scared you to death as it would mean you… well you would be dead! But surprisingly that didn’t happen as both you and the man still holding you didn’t die like you thought you would.

They talked back and forth before the man holding you finally put you down to, you guess, fight the one eyed talking creature that is a ‘special grade’ whatever that is.

You decided to stay behind him and to hopefully not bring focus to you as the two fought to death.

After one attack smoke clouded your vision making it hard to see the one who caught you when you exited out of that portal, you hoped that he didn’t just dike as you need to figure out a way back home and way to survive this world with those things like whatever attacked you two, thankfully your savoring survived somehow which made you breath a sigh of relief.

“Ahh, we just went over this a minute ago!you a slow learner?” Your savior, which you still haven’t caught the name of waves the smoke out of his face while coughing a little. “This smoke is so irritating.”

After that you just focused on staying hidden as this is something that you don’t understand at the moment and you don’t want to get caught being dead yet.

You watched as the man that saved you wave his hand to demonstrate his point about this ‘infinite’ between him and the monster that attacked thinking that the man was dead when he actually wasn’t. The monster went to the man but you couldn’t see much else from where you were hiding which wasn’t much of a place rather you just sticking low to the ground, good thing your outfit has a bit of the colors that surrounds you three.

Next thing you know is that the man attacked the monster by holding his hand and punching him in the stomach, he continued doing it again and again to the monster before kicking him off the freeway.

You see a small orb of red at the fingertip of the man that saved you before you had to cover your eyes from the big flash of light, once you opened your eyes the man and monster was gone but then you see a trail of wreckage happening in the forest below of the road you’re on.

You decide to sneakily follow after them with one of your pokemon helping you out, ceruledge, you hope the man that saved you doesn’t die as you need to survive in this new world i until you can get back to your own.

Ceruledge carried you to where the fight between the two had ended up, which was a small rounded lake, though you also noticed a boy with pink being carried with one arm by the man that saved you, you and ceruledge stayed in the tree line as you can’t stand on water like the man and monster can.

Though you were shocked to see that the boy can stand on water and with what you were guessing from his reaction so was he.

You noticed that’s the monster was exploding like a volcano and guess that the man had said something that irritated him. You see that a circular structure had formed around the three which confused both you and ceruledge.

You decided to wait and play some games on your phone before you heard what astounded like shattering glass and no more curcular structure seen where last saw it.

“Cerledge, can you bring me to where they went if you can?” You got a nod from the human figured pokemon before being picked up and brought to where they went after the structure broke.

When you got there, the two seem to be getting attacked by another monster that hasn’t shown it’s face yet.

“Ceruledge! Cut that vine holding the boy and bring him to safety!” You commanded your Pokémon and received a nod as he went to do it.

You noticed another monster stealing the head of the first monster that showed up but what you didn’t notice was the the two were looking at you with narrow eye’s.

(I’m going to speed this along.)

Though while you were with man now known to you as gojo and the boy named yuji you never would’ve guessed that someone was talking about you at there secrecy hideout.

“And i see that you didn’t bring the man i had brought to this world?” Geto questioned the two as there was no passed out man like he had asked.

“Do you think i could’ve gotten him looking like this?!” The head of jogo that was in the arms of hanami yells at geto.

“What about you hanami? Why couldn’t you get him?” Geto asked the one armed cursed which brings out a series of words that are hard to understand if you wren’s them.

“Hmm, i guess you have a fair point. Just make sure to get him next time, and that goes the same to you, Manitoba, no fooling around if you do see him yourself.”

“Ok~ will do~”

You were introduced to the prince pal by gojo and was given a job at the school that kills the curses, that you now know is what those molnsters were, that rises in this world after a four hour interview.

Though some random things started to happen, like when you go to sleep you’re met with skulls of many dead things and water that was red, you hoped that it wasn’t blood but from the way things looked it might actually be blood, there you met a male sitting at the top of the pile of skulls and other remains, the male shared similarities to yuji and you wonder if he has some relation to the poor boy that was being trained by gojo.

“Finally we met again, (M/n)” the man says which had you confuse, both on why he knew your name and how he knew you when you never met him until now.

“I-I’m sorry, but who are you?” You asked confused and freaked out.

“Of course you don’t remember, those damned sorcerers, always ruining things for me.” The man whispered but you didn’t’t hear him as he was further away until he teleported to you which startled you at the sudden appearance of him being in front of you.

“Oh how i missed you, you were gone for so long and now you’re finally in my arms again.” He says as he fondles with a strand of hair, you get more confused about what he is saying as you never met him before.

“I don’t know who you are! You must have me mixed up with someone else!”

After that you woke up to it being morning. You continued on the day and even met yuji’s friends, nobara and megumi you treated them and yuji like you would with siblings/teen children and thankfully they liked you as well but megumi had a hard time showing it more than nobara which was fine as you still helped him with that.

Some time passed and you met nanami with yuji, some things happened and now you three are fighting a curse named mahito who freaked you out with all that he was saying and made you bring out your ace pokemon from the shadow that it hides in.

You also ended up saving a boy named junpei who was about to get turned into something that wouldn’t have lasted long if it wasn’t for you coming in and saving the boys from more trauma.

Giritina had brought mahito to it’s world of distortion and brought him out of it knocked out with several wounds before the same curse that saved the monster that attacked you when you came to this world saved mahito and was about to grab you if it wasn’t for the bloodlust that only it and nanami could feel coming from yuji which was originally from sukuna but in a way also from yuji as he doesn’t want to lose you like he almost lost his friend junpei.

(A/n: i hoped i did a good job on and hope you like it!! I thought of this crossover before but didn’t know how to get more thought process for it to become an official idea so this was fun to make though i did have to speed things along to get to the characters you had asked for so i hope you’re ok with that, and hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!)

[kittylover776]

A Watchful Eye

For @iseltwalds, this is the fic that I wrote back in 2022. You can probably tell my writing skills improved a bit since then, and it’s a bit cringy to say the least. 😅

Nevertheless, this fic is what started all my other DonLuca fics! Enjoy! 😁

The newly-decorated castle of Montenaro bustled with many guests as they each mingled amongst one another. It was Lady Margret’s idea to throw a ball in honor of her future crowning as queen. And while she was hesitant to at first, she luckily had Stacy and the others to give her some encouragement during what could be the most important day of her life. 

Her royal adviser (at least, that’s what she refers to her as), Mrs. Donatelli, viewed the area from the upper balcony of the ball room, keeping watch for any unusual activity. Unlike everyone else, she usually didn’t wear overly fancy attire unless for special occasions (such as Stacy and Edward’s wedding). Her hair was up in it’s usual style while at least wearing a blue formal dress. The outer layer was a jacket-type look, while the underneath was a normal dress. Her flat heels sported a similar color as she continued leaning on the railing with a sigh. Margret would be called out soon, and she needed to be sure nothing was amiss. 

Behind her, she could hear footsteps approach as her eyes snapped to whoever could be approaching. When she saw Frank instead, her body relaxed.    

“Shouldn’t you be downstairs with the royals?” She asked before facing forward again. 

He tilted his head. “I should be asking you the same thing. I would think you would be assisting her highness in getting ready.” 

“The royal dressers are taking care of that.” She said. “Even so, Margret insisted she could do most of the fitting by herself.” 

Frank hummed, carefully approaching the woman and leaned on the railing next to her, though being sure to give some space between them.

The sound of a trumpet suddenly caught the two’s attention as Margret herself strutted out into the ballroom, her dress a mix of grey and white along with some floral design to it. The older woman gave off a small smile as she admired how strong she was despite the challenges thrown at her during the past six months. 

“Well, she certainly is regal.” Frank commented, giving off a proud smile. “She certainly has come a long way.” 

His companion nodded in agreement. “Indeed she has.” 

“I wonder where she’d gotten it from?” He said, looking as though in thought. “You’ve certainly taught her well.”    

Donatelli looked over at Frank for a moment, slightly dumbfounded at the complement as her cheeks gave a slight blush. “I-I didn’t teach her anything.” She responded, not looking him directly in the eyes. “All I did was simply give her the encouragement she needed. That was all her.” She paused for a moment before continuing, feeling confident enough to look back at him.“ Where exactly are you going with this?” She asked intently, raising a brow. 

“I’m merely saying you’ve done so much for her already over the years.“ He replied in defense. “From what I’ve seen, she truly cares for you, as if you were family to her. Rare do I ever see such form of relationship bloom between a monarch and their servant. Or, ‘royal advisor’ in your case.”    

The woman looked at her friend in bewilderment as she slightly tilted her head in confusion. “But you served Edward most of his life, did you not?” She asked. 

“I merely assisted the king and queen. I was never around him as often in his youth. Only as he got older was I assigned to him more regularly.” 

The room then started to fill with classical music, as the patrons below began to ball-dance with their partners, Margret even sharing a dance with Kevin as the two advisors above them looked down at the pair for a moment before back at each other.      

“Are we going to join the others? I wouldn’t let a gorgeous woman such as yourself stand alone with no one to accompany you.” He gave off a sly smirk.  

The woman’s blush returned at full force as she tried turning her head away. 

“P-Please. I can usually handle myself. I’m quite used to it at this point.” 

Frank frowned a bit at that, a pang of sympathy ringing in his chest. “Even so, it wouldn’t be so harmful if you did have someone, would it?” 

Donatelli turned back towards him as she couldn’t help but crack a small smile, letting out an amused sigh as she did so. “No, I suppose not.” She felt her body leaning closer to his, their hands now intertwined. “But…just so you know, this is only for companionship. Nothing more, nothing less.” 

“Right…” The man said, getting lost in the woman’s cyan-blue eyes. “Nothing more…” 

As they started to inch closer, a booming voice suddenly burst through the whole ballroom as the pair above jumped at the sudden interruption. 

“Yo! Let’s get this party started, shall we?” 

The voice seemed to carry an English accent as Frank and Donatelli looked to see who made the sudden announcement. She appeared to be young (possibly around Margret’s age) and had blond hair and stylish clothing. Behind her were appeared to be her lackeys as they followed suit. Donatelli urged to resist an eye-roll in the realization of who it was. 

“Fiona…” She said in a flat voice. “I should have known she would show up eventually.” She muttered. 

Frank looked between the two and blinked. “As in, Fiona Pembroke?“ 

“Yes, that’s her.” His friend rubbed the bridge of her nose in slight irritation. “She and Margret grew up together before being sent off to boarding school by her mother. Seems to me it did her no good.” 

Frank had no response as he watched Fiona take a selfie with her ‘Maggie Moo’, as she called Margret. He thought to himself how and where that nick-name even originated from to begin with.       

“Should we do something about it?” Frank finally asked after a few minutes of awkward silence. He had since then removed himself from her warm embrace, straightening out his clothing a bit as he tried to calm himself after the awkward event.   

Donatelli shook her head reluctantly. “No. Not yet at least. She appears to be harmless enough, but I fear what she could truly be after from coming here.” 

“Of course.” Frank nodded, noticing the advisor’s still-flushed face but said nothing of it. In fact, he actually found her to be quite adorable when not being threatening. At least, towards him. They would usually have their back-and-fourth banter time and again based on the situation, for that’s how they were. 

Whenever Frank would accompany Stacy and Edward’s visits to Montenaro, he would usually greet Donatelli right after Margret, and that would be that. The duo sticking side-by-side as they accompanied the royals to wherever they went. Overtime they began to grow used to one another’s company, even enjoying it on occasions. The past two years showed just that, and Frank couldn’t be happier about it, even he wouldn’t admit it out loud. 

His thoughts were then interrupted as he noticed Donatelli leaving the balcony towards the stairs the lead to the ballroom. Frank quickly dashed to catch up with her as his little legs struggled a bit to keep up. 

“And where are you going, exactly?” Frank asked, impressed, yet curious at how the woman beside him could walk so fast.     

Not looking back, she responded. “Where else? Keeping a closer look-out. And I suggest you do the same thing.” She then stopped for a moment, giving off a gentle smile to him as she nodded. “But, thank you, Frank. For earlier, I mean. I might hold onto your offer in the future.” 

Frank remained speechless as he simply stood there dumbfounded, watching the woman stalk off. He then quickly composed himself as he let out a long breath. 

“Oh…my.” He breathed, his face rising with heat once more. 

[stellawolfearts]

Aight it's been a long hit minute since I sent ya anything (hi hello bye the bye)

Top five favorite facts/bits of lore/ HCs (can be yours or others head canons) of nezha 😁

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ooooh top five facts/bits of lore/ HCs about Nezha. this is gonna be fun~

Powers

youd never guess. but when i first watched through LMK i didnt care for Nezha. not rlly. I always thought he was cool and had a nice design but I didnt really care much for him. But i ALWAYS thought his powers and abilitys were so cool. maybe its my bias for pink characters and powers (i also have a bias for blue) but when i needed a character to do some fighting in my fic i snatched Nezha. and ever since i started writing him i couldnt stop. So honestly i gotta put his cool lookin powers as #1 since its what initially hooked me onto his character. both canon and other power HC's i have.

2. His personality PSA: Im not saying any of this is canon. these are my headcanons.

I love canon Nezha dont get me wrong, but im a little biased to my headcanons. well- more then a little XP. I ADORE sassy traumatized fucked up little guys. LMK Nezha is already sassy as hell, as he should be. he's soooooo traumatized if you read into his mythology. and he's also so POWERFUL.

it's just something about characters who are mainly known for being powerful and unstoppable. a force to be reckoned with. but eventually it's revealed this 'unstopable persona' is actually just a mask they've built. They are no doubt very powerful. but one of the reasons people are so scared of them is bc they've built the reputation so no one hurts them anymore. Nearly always on the defensive and holding their emotions inside so thy don't get hurt anymore. But like we saw in the s3 special with MK can still be gentle and kind.

not only that, but needs that kind of kindness and acceptance in his life. Needs a family that will accept all aspects of him. The good and the bad.

TS Nezha is a hurt kid. Traumatized and honestly kinda lonely. Because there's very few people that know the real him. Even if he trusts other people, there's no guarantee that they will accept the real him without the mask he's created. Kin moment.

that and the fact its very easy to shove him into a found family.

also Autism representation in my HC's. I'm Autistic, and some of his traits are just me projecting my Autism onto him.

3. His white hair.

My favorite lore bit about Nezha is not something a lot of people know about him. In the translation of Investiture of the Gods I own it says he was born with white hair.

Chapter 12 - The birth of Nezha

However, as Yin had a strange dream one night, she suddenly gave birth to this strange child the following morning. With maidens rushing about saying that a demon was present in Yin's chambers, Li Jing immediately rushed forth into her room and cleaved in two a strange fleshy ball that rolled to and fro across the floor. Within the ball emerged a small young child with hair as white as snow with a gleaming golden bracelet on his right wrist.

I have implemented this in my Tangled Star AU but how is spoilers >:3

all im saying is TSNezha and TSMac have something in common~ but thats already saying too much >:3

4. His Design Theres a reason ive only minorly changed his design in my headcanons. Overall i ADORE it. Again im probably biased because of all the pink but I love characters like him. He's got some traditionaly feminine design choices. at least traditionally in the west (Pink, Long hair, the bottom of his armor looks like a skirt). It's very gender. and he's just cute overall. his design is so much fun to draw and my version is even more fun.

Honestly. The guys got my gender. Masc, but confident in wearing some feminine things. He just seems like the kind of guy who'd like wearing dresses and keeping his hair long, but still masc nonetheless. Breaking gender norms as he should.

5. His dynamics with other characters.

I love writing him interacting with other characters. He just clashes so well with the other characters when i write him in my AU's. both positively and negatively. I love writing him in angst, i love writing him in fluff. I just. love putting this guy into situations XD.

his relationship with his found family in tangled star is SO MUCH FUN to write. traumatized little guy who trusts no one but the people he's closest with. and even they are still getting him to open up.

thats...honestly the best way i can describe my top five things about nezha. its hard to explain why i like him and i was just tempted to write

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So be happy you got that much out of me. sorry it got so long but once i start ranting i cant stop. XD

[brittscafe]

Hi I’d like to request a jushiro x reader where it’s like the wedding night. Thank youuuu for the storiesss.😁😁😁😁

Of course!!! I feel like Jushiro would be the perfect husband and you can't convince me otherwise.

"Ok, Jushiro! Put me down!" you giggle out as Jushiro carries you into your shared bedroom. Your eyes dart around the dark room filled with candles and roses.

Your eyes widen and your heart skips a beat. "Surprise," Jushiro chuckles out nervously as he tries to read your ever growing expression.

"Oh my God. Did you do this? I love it," you gasp out, admiring the beautiful room. Jushiro carefully places you down in the bed and hovers above you.

"I'm glad," Jushiro whispers with a faint smile on his face. You run your fingers over his cheek and delicately press your lips against his. Both of your heart ache for more, but neither of you want to ruin the sweet and tender moment.

Your lips shift to openly glide over each other and Jushiro shakily sighs into your mouth. He swipes his tongue over your lips and caresses your face.

Jushiro moves his free hand to cup the nape of your neck and stroke your hairline. He slowly glides his lips over yours and you slowly pull away.

Your lips burn without the sensation of Jushiro tasting them and you glance as the rays of the candlelight dance along his pale face.

The air becomes hot as slow music starts playing from the record player and a smile tugs on your face.

"You planned that didn't you?" you scoff out with amusement and Jushiro chuckles lightly, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek.

"Mhm...well it is our wedding night," Jushiro announces, running his hands up and down your shoulders.

"Think the elders would be mad at us for having sex before our wedding night?" you question with mischief and Jushiro cocks an eyebrow.

"Probably. I hope they aren't listening when you moan my name," he teases you and your jaw drops open at his comment.

"Jushiro!" you warn him, playfully slapping his shoulder as he bursts out into a fit of laughter. His eyes squint at the side and he wears an innocent grin.

"What? They can't doing anything now if they hear my wife moan out my name," Jushiro dips his head to your neck, placing his hot lips there.

"I like the sound of that," you comment as his hot breath on your neck sends goosebumps along your skin. You wrap your arms around his shoulder and pull Jushiro even more onto you.

A quiet groan leaves your lips as Jushiro sucks on your sensitive skin and his hands roam up and down your waist. You shivered a little when you felt his tongue lap over your neck greedily before he kissed, sucked, and bit you.

You let out a soft wince, and he stopped biting; instead, he gave the spot he bit a soft kiss and a light suckle before pulling back to observe you. 

"Unzip me?" you question him, standing up and turning around so that your back is facing him. Jushiro slender fingers move away your hair and tug on the zipper of your dress and it slowly falls off your shoulders.

"You're so beautiful, y/n. So beautiful," he praises you, peppering kisses along your bare shoulders and back. You smile warmly and slip off your dress.

You reach back and unclasp bra, taking off your panties as well.

You turn around and face Jushiro. His eyes rake over your body as if he's never seen your body before.

His hands snake around your waist and he digs his fingers into your soft flesh. You undo his tie and take off his white shirt. You run your fingers up and down his built chest.

You fumble with his belt for a moment before it finally clanks open. A grin tugs on your face as Jushiro stands up and towers over you. He runs his hand over your hair, smoothing it down and then pushes down his pants.

Jushiro grabs onto your shoulders and spins you around. The back of your thighs hit the bed and you sit down on the bed.

"I promise, I'll be gentle," Jushiro reassures you, kneeling down in front of you. He places each of his hands on your knees and spreads your legs open.

Jushiro's eyes glisten with lust as he stares at your soaking wet core. He runs one of his hands up your thigh and presses his thumb to your clit.

Your body jolts and Jushiro's finger slides around in your folds for a moment, feeling you.

"Jushiro," you call out, squeezing his other hand. He gazes up at you and smile warmly, inserting a finger inside your wetness. A tiny gasp leaves your throat and you lean your head back

"Does that feel good?" Jushiro asks, glancing up at you.

"God, yes. Keep going Jushiro," you moan out and Jushiro inserts another finger in your cunt. His fingers curl up, hitting your sweet spot and you bite down on your bottom lip.

Jushiro glances up, noticing this and his free hand cups your cheek. He gently presses his lips against yours and you let out a deep breath against his lips.

For a split moment, you relax until Jushiro starts to ever so slowly pump his fingers in and out of you. Each time his fingers curl up and hit your g-spot, every time.

You pant heavily against Jushiro's lips as the heat starts to fill up inside your cunt. Your thighs start to tremble and you pull away from Jushiro's soft, plump lips.

You lean your head back and let out a sinful moan as you cum all over Jushiro's fingers. Your chest pounds heavily and Jushiro smiles warmly up at you.

He slips his fingers out of your cunt and sticks them inside his mouth. His fingers swirl around, licking every drop of your cum and your cunt clenches around nothing.

Jushiro places gentle kisses along your thighs and starts to climb over you. He grabs onto your hands, interlacing your fingers and pinning your hands above your head.

He dips his head down onto your collarbone, sucking and gently nibbling at the skin. A sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan erupted from your throat, knees pressing to each other tightly.

Jushiro glances down and easily spreads your legs open. He lets go of your hands to pull down his boxers and your eyes gaze at his hard cock.

"

Jushiro aligns his tip with your entrance and you gulp. He carefully pushes his cock inside of you, stretching you out and a loud groan leaves your lips.

He starts to sensually thrust his cock in and out of your cunt, his eyes watching all of his movements.

Your lips fall open and your body fills with immense pleasure. The sound of skin slapping and your moans fill the room. You grab onto Jushiro's shoulders and he dips his head down to your ear.

"You're taking me so well, y/n," Jushiro praises you, making you arrive to your climax sooner. He presses a soft kiss to your cheek as his cock slams against your g-spot and a cry leaves your lips.

The hot fluids squirt all over his cock as he thrusts in and out of you, slowly. Jushiro's thrusts were becoming sloppier as he was also starting to reach his climax.

Grunts and moans leave his throat and his face starts to scrunch up, not being able to contain himself.

His liquid fills your tight and wet insides after coming and your heavy pants mix together. Jushiro's muscles ache as he struggles to hold himself up, heavy breathes leaving his lips as his long silver hair dangles down in front of his face.

God, he's never looked hotter.

You smile widely and reach up your hand, running your fingers through his hair and tucking it behind his ear. Jushiro's eyes soften as fresh sweat gleams on his forehead.

"Can we stay like this?" you ask, enjoying the feeling of his throbbing cock inside of you.

"Of course, my love."

[melancholiepeufiable]

Hi 😁 for the prompts for Sebchal, n*6 ?

leo!!! hi! thank you for requesting ❤️ i’m OBSSESSED with sanctuary. i loved the one-shot you did as well, thank you for gifting us with your work &lt;3

6. “Please stop trying to hide them from me.”

for some reason, this prompt was hard to think of an idea for without making it angsty, haha. i hope you enjoy!!!

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If Charles had one wish in life, he’d wish to win the championship. If he had a second, he’d wish for all headbands to disappear off the face of the earth. 

To say he hated them was a severe understatement. 

At first, he liked them. He liked how they framed Seb’s face and kept his curls back. Then it became less about the hair and more about Sebastian choosing to wear them because why not? 

The problem was: Charles really liked Seb’s hair. If he had to name a favourite part of his boyfriend (which he never would because he loved every part of him, from top to bottom, even when Seb was annoying), the hair would compete for the top spot. 

“Emotional support headband” – Charles knew what the internet was calling it. He also knew that Sebastian didn’t care one bit. In fact, the man laughed when Charles told him. 

“Funny people. I like them.” Sebastian had replied, then pulled one on and left the house. 

Charles had no choice. It was time to take matters into his own hands. He waited and watched, as patiently as a predator stalked a prey. He listened when Seb spoke, learning of his plans to visit some friends. 

He wore a cap. 

Charles smiled, all teeth, and gave Seb a passionate kiss that left the man breathless and wanting more. Then he pushed Seb out the door. “See you later.”

—

Sebastian ransacked the house, searching everywhere. He opened cabinets, upturned their closet, checked under the bed. He was in his office, rummaging through the drawers. 

“Where are they?”

Charles shrugged, crossing his arms. “Maybe the cat ate them.”

“We don’t have a cat.”

“Neighbour’s cat.” He laughed, failing to suppress his amusement.  

Seb scowled, sighing in frustration. 

Charles watched as he swallowed his rage, fists balling, then flexing as opened another drawer. 

Calmly, Sebastian said. “Please stop trying to hide them from me.”

He rolled his eyes. “I am not trying, I–” 

A small, proud hum buzzed out of Seb’s throat, interrupting him. Charles’ blood ran cold. 

No. This cannot be happening. 

He stood, a thin, white headband pinched between his fingers. Smugly, he raised his brows, cheeks chubby as he smiled. 

Charles lunged across the desk, making a grab for it. 

Seb took a step back, shielding it with a frown. “What are you doing?”

“Give it to me.” Not a single coherent thought went through his mind, apart from: destroy it. Take it and rip it to bits. Burn it, boil it, put it in the oven. 

“No.”

Charles grabbed the scissors from the wooden pencil holder Seb had gotten from a fan. He’d raved about it for weeks, showing Charles every single detail, from the painted rim to the carved bees, and every time he did, Charles melted. Now, however, Charles didn’t care. 

Seb covered the headband, brows furrowed as he glanced between Charles’ face and the scissors. Genuine fear flickered for a millisecond before it changed to irritation. “Stop it.”

He rounded the desk, following Seb as he stepped closer to the couch. It was easy with Seb – he had always been smaller, lighter, slimmer. Desperate times called for desperate measures. Charles twirled Seb around, careful with the scissors, until he tossed him on the couch, and grabbed Seb’s wrist. He pinned Seb’s free hand with his knee, gentle enough that there was a chance Seb could pull free. 

Cruelly, Charles pulled Seb’s wrist in front of his face. “This thing… this cursed thing must go.”

“No, wait, just–”

He snipped it in half, half-delirious at the joy of having gotten rid of it. He cut it again, gleeful as it dropped on Seb’s stomach. Relief poured out, his shoulders slumping as he took a deep breath. It’d been done. Finally. 

A quiet noise pulled him out of his high, leaving his fingers cold and heart aching. 

Seb pouted, staring at the material on his shirt. He dropped the headband, face drooping in sadness. 

Oh no. What have I done?

Charles tightened the hold on Seb’s wrist, bringing it to his lips to pepper kisses. “Oh– I’m sorry, Seb. I don’t know what got into me. You are very– you don’t need that. I shouldn’t have… I’m sorry.”

If Charles wasn’t so deep in guilt, he might’ve noticed the smile forming on Sebastian’s lips. Instead, he yelped when Seb tugged him down, rolling them over for a cuddle. He placed his head on Charles’ chest, arms wrapped across his waist. 

“Did you really hate them that much?” 

Heat blazed on his cheeks, the admission worse than anything Charles ever confessed to. “Yes.” 

Seb laughed, light and sweet. Charles’ heart grew a thousand times. He’d never bore of hearing it. 

“I am sorry, Seb.” Charles nuzzled his hair, running a hand over Seb’s back. “It was not right of me.”

He looked up, smiling. 

“What?”

Slowly, Seb reached under the couch and lifted a thin, grey headband. “You didn’t think you got all of them, did you?”

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

I hope you're having a wonderful day! Since it's the spooky month I was wondering if you could do something with Wraith, Dwight, Jeff and Knight (if thats too many you can choose who you'd like) with a plus size S/O or crush and matching outfits (Like wraith and Nurse having the Phantom of Opera looking outfits)

Dee.exe has died of cuteness overload. 😁😁

Wraith, Dwight, Jeff, and Knight with a plus sized s/o wearing matching costumes to them:

Warnings: I know this it a bit later than Halloween but when you get my dbd boys involved, anytime is costume time when you don't care about what anyone thinks 😀

Gender neutral, Plus sized reader

Wraith | Philip Ojomo

Given the fact that he has a cosmetic based off of Phantom of the opera, it's not surprising to see his crush or significant other to be wearing an outfit that's also based off of the novel/ movie.

For the more feminine presenting significant other, I could see the Entity "gifting" them a similar gown of Christine Daaé's.

A quite beautiful white gown that perfect frames their body while being being comfortable to wear during trials.

Masculine wise, I could see either something similar to matching him or an suit that's inspired by the Era.

A rather handsome suit with ruffles on the button up (on the chest area) and loose, romantic sleeves that makes their body look elegant. The trousers are well tailored to fit comfortably, matching the whool overcoat.

Philip couldn't help but to stare at his significant other in awe. You looked ethereal as you walked through auto haven to see him in between trials. He most certainly loves the matching costumes that the two of you have.

Dwight Fairfield | Nervous Leader

The entity tends to give Dwight the more humor costumes and cosmetics like Dwelf, where's dwighty, and the Mummy Dwight. It could be the Entity mocking Dwight's nervous nature or using what it knows about Dwight's past to give him a false sense of hope of escaping.

Seeing how you're rather fond of Dwight, the entity decided to give you a costume of your own to match his.

The bandage wrapped around you gave a more sturdy costume than the toilet paper on Dwight's, more coverage as it was clinging to the neutral colors of the clothes you had on underneath.

Another potential costume that could match Dwight's mummy costume was the cliche vampire costume. The red and black cape draping over your suit/ dress as the fake fangs were hanging slightly from your mouth with a bit of fake blood.

When Dwight saw that you were dressed similarly to him, his face burnt with a blush as he could barely form a sentence because of how adorable you looked. He might be more protective over you, getting the killer to focus on him so that they wouldn't ruin how adorable you looked.

Jeff Johansen | Quiet Artist ❤️

I could go a couple routes for Jeff wearing more of a "costume" compared to his normal clothing. He does have a pirate costume, his death metal outfit, and his Greek mythology inspired costume.

I'm gonna go with the pirate costume. It confused you at first why the entity gave you an odd costume of a pirate.

I can imagine an costume that's similar to his. Matching leather coats with a similiar white undershirt as his. Your hair and skin had a soft smell of salt water with hints of rum that was spilled.

If you want to go more feminine presenting, a comfortable fitting white or red dress that's similar in fabric to the shirt Jeff wears with a large leather belt wrapped around your waist. The leather overcoat would still be the same to his, giving you an edge with the soft look.

Jeff couldn't help but to admire how the outfit made your body look. Although, he tends to not go for the pirate costume, he would start wearing it more to see if you noticed why the entity gave you the said costume.

The Knight | Tarhos Kovács

Tarhos wasn't a fan of his newest gift from the entity. He thought that

[the-radio-demon-blog]

Hmm. I'm glad my Krampus experience was better than yours then then.

Oh yes, I'm sure I'd get along well with Husk and Angel Dust. I'll have to share photos of my little Christmas village during the holidays. Hah...I remember I had a dream once that Angel and I were just watching dumb tik toks and giggling like mad...and he kept calling me Shortcake. Now I want someone to call me that irl. 😅

I'm not typically one for parties. I either stick like glue to one or two people I know...or if there's any kind of pet, I will disappear to hang out with it. I found goats and chickens at a cousin's outdoor wedding once. After dinner, no one saw me again. 😂 That being said, Charlie's costume party actually sounds fun! Maybe I could crash it for a bit this year. Idk if you're aware, but Florida absolutely contains portals to hell, which is why I'm able to pop in from time to time. I suppose because I'm super *not* dead, I just sort of get...popped back home after a bit. Lol. I love dressing up. My last Halloween costume, I was Beetlejuice. Wore a black and white striped dress, my friend did my makeup and we spray painted my hair green. 😁

A lottery! Intriguing. Maybe a bit alarming for us over worlders. Hah. Though, things are pretty bad up here. We'd probably barely notice any chaos a demon visitor would cause! Hah!

I'm very curious, what do you think you would do up here if you won this lottery? 🤔

Oh bad Stanley! We need to have a chat. No eating pets. I support Angel Dust's chasing him off with a bat if he tries to eat Fat Nuggets again. Are you not feeding him enough pedophiles, Alastor??

We're opposite ends on The Shining. I've only watched the movie and not read the book. I know King is brilliant, but I think I got halfway through one his books once. Surprisingly not a huge fan of most horror. But it's only bc...none of it scares me, so I usually feel kind of disappointed? I'll like those kinds of movies if they're well written/have some humor/have a good aesthetic. The art school bitch in me is sated by beautiful camera work and colors. Haha. Oh, recommendation, watch Crimson Peak.

Hahah. Don't worry. I won't be calling you Big Al. Was only teasing. I don't like it either. Hah.

No offense taken at the drunk comments. I suppose it hasn't been a bad experience for me since I've never been so drunk I wasn't unaware of what I was doing. I used to go to bars a lot (had a lot of musician friends then...I've been to a frankly obscene number of open mics) so I feel you on being subjected to obnoxious inebriated people. I generally drank a coke...or if I was feeling particularly feisty...a Shirley Temple. 🤣 You'd be amazed the side eye and teasing I'd get for that order. Never cared, those things are tasty!

I promise to not call you the c word again. Though, if you piss me off, I will definitely call you the *other* c-word. Heh. Will just settle on calling you dapper, eh? It's an excellent and underused word in modern times.

Appreciate your discretion and care in the imaginary unwanted drunk cuddle scenario. Lol. That is, dare I say it, rather sweet. You are surprising!

I also quite enjoy our conversations, so thank you! 😊

Work was alright on Friday (I left early for another baseball game so that helped, lol). I was training a new hire all day. He's great; laughs at my jokes (v important), is COMPETENT. He gave me candy! PLEASE DON'T QUIT I scream internally.

Let's see...I have a sort of a joke for you. Hopefully you appreciate a nerdy joke like I do.

oh shit - i was time travelling and accidentally killed an ancient italian. doesn’t matter tho everyone was killing each other, when in Reme do as the Remans

And for today's photo I present this chaos table covered in several dozen Halloween decorations. They're here until I get them all set up nicely, hopefully this weekend.

https://imgur.com/a/GEn1kDX

I really need to think of a song rec again. I haven't seen any on your tumblr for a while...*sad face*

I'm off to pick up a werewolf! I will not be elaborating.

After while, crocodile 🐊

I can imagine Angel Dust doing something of the like. At least he gave you a somehow respectful nickname: Shortcakes. Compared to Smiles.

Hah, well you and I are very different. I would rather spend time with people than pets. However I suppose to each their own. People entertain me far more, pets are simply loving. Oh well, I hope your cousin's did leave some tempting animals to play with. It was on them that you didn't return to dinner. Hah!

Yes, Charlie's costume parties are always fun. Oh well, I would love if you could pay the hotel a visit! Charlie would absolutely not mind if you showed up for a Halloween party! We've had an unfortunate amount of Floridians accidently end up in Hell and it usually ends badly for them. Hah, well, thank goodness you haven't run into our rather lively denizens! Beetlejuice? My, that's a rather fun outfit!

If I won the lottery? I'm sure I would wreck some havoc on New Orleans for the sake of it and take a canoe out on the Bayou. Terrify a few loitering teenagers. I'm not quite sure if I am being honest what I would do.

I am feeding Stanley plenty of pedophiles! It seems he has an insatiable appetite and he seems to crave beloved pets. KeeKee is far smarter than the pig to stay out of Stanley's way. I can arrange a chat between you and him if you so desire.

I am not a big fan of movies but sure, I'll give it a shot when I happen upon a chance. Hmm...none of it scares you? Interesting. I am personally not one to be scared of silly movies or books however I did find myself deeply invested in the fate of the characters. In the Shining book if I recall correctly, the father cared far more about his family in the book than in the movie where he was a raging horrible maniac. I could go on about it but I shall end it here.

Hmm...it wasn't a bad experience to be out of control of your own body? That is personally not something I would enjoy but to each their own, dear. I'm not one for Shirley Temples but I'm sure its tasty for you!

Yes, I would prefer to be called dapper. I've never been one to love cuss words but they surely have their place and time.

Why is it surprising? It's the only rightful thing to do. I know quite a quite a few people that would disgustingly take advantage of a situation like that, unfortunately. Common human decency is truly dead.

Yes, its always important to have a competent coworker. There's a surprising lack of that in the working world. He gave you candy? My, my. Yes, I do hope he doesn't quit either.

Hah! That's an absolutely delightful joke, dear!

Oh my, that is quite a lot of Halloween decorations! My mother would have a stroke if you saw it. Charlie I'm sure would be absolutely ecstatic! I wish you luck.

See you later, my dear, alligator!

PS: As much as I do enjoy our conversations, could you perhaps make your letters a bit shorter?

[lyranova]

Can we have more interactions between Alister and some other next gens? How does he get along with his peers!!

Hiya anon! Of course I can, I’ll admit this ended up focusing on Alistar and a couple of other Next Gen’s and then it turned into an Alikari fic towards the end 😅. So if you have a specific OC Next Gen that you want Alistar to interact with please let me know 🥺💕, and I hope you enjoy! Btw the links below are of the outfits some OC’s wore, and if anyone wants to put what their Next Gen would wear to a ball below please feel free to add them 😁💕!

Leon and Cyra belong to @thoughtfullyrainynightmare , Avalinia and Nymphadora belong to @koneko-pi , Hikari Einar and Hana belong to @eme-eleff , Cory belongs to @hybridanafrost and Vivi Dusk and Sirius belong to @loosesodamarble !

Word Count: 2,676

Warnings: None

Alistar, Hikari, Miku, Kito, Kya, Hana, Einar, Ezio

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Alistar quietly walked to the ballroom. Earlier that week his father, William Vangeance, had told him that there was going to be a ball for all of the Magic Knight squad children, the Captain’s Children, and for the other royal and noble kids from the Suit kingdoms. Along with Hino. Alistar had scoffed for a moment, knowing there had to be an ulterior motive for this ball, and he was proven right.

The reason for the ball was for the relations between all the kingdoms to be repaired or to begin. If their children got along and made connections with each other, maybe in the future they could become close allies. That was King Augustus’s theory anyway.

Alistar rubbed the back of his neck. He liked being able to catch up with his friends from other squads at events like this, but at the same time he hated having to go to events like this, mostly because of the stares people gave him when he walked into the room. It made him self-conscious

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he stood in front of the oak doors. He cleared his throat, straightened his suit jacket, made sure his normally messy white hair was still parted to the side like it was supposed to be before he opened the doors.

As soon as he opened the door soft, sweet music floated in the air past him. People were laughing, talking, and dancing happily. He had to admit, it had been a while since he had seen everyone look so relaxed and cheerful. Everyone had been stressed out about taking the Magic Knight exams and going on missions that they really hadn’t been able to let loose. Alistar nearly chuckled, maybe he was wrong, maybe the real reason the adults had come up with this ball was just for their kids to have fun.

He quickly looked over and saw the Black Bulls standing around being their usual selves. They were loud, joyous, and of course chaotic. The Faust siblings and Corduroy tried to get the others to calm down, but that wasn’t an easy task.

Alistar walked over to the drinks, grabbed a glass, and moved to lean against the wall beside the table. He noticed all of his friends and peers were there, except for one: Hikari Yami.

She was supposed to be there with her squad and siblings since she was their Vice-Captain and the oldest but she wasn’t. Maybe she was running late? Or maybe she was sick? No, her siblings would have told him she was sick. As he got lost in his thoughts he felt someone come to stand beside him, he turned and smiled.

“ Hello Leon,” Alistar greeted the oldest Vermillion warmly.

“ Hello Alistar,” Leon greeted warmly before he took a sip of his drink. “ Quite the party our parents decided to throw for us isn’t it?”

“ It is. But our parents weren’t the only ones who set this up, there are kids from Heart, Spade, Diamond, and Hino as well.” Alistar pointed out as he saw the Grinberryall and Deomine children standing and talking amongst each other, Leon nodded in agreement.

“ I hear you’re on the short list to become Vice-Captain of the Crimson Lions,” Alistar said after a moment, he noticed a small smile appear on his friend's face and he shrugged a bit.

“ I’ve heard that as well, although I’m not sure how true that is.” Leon admitted softly, and Alistar patted his shoulder.

“ I’m pretty confident that it’s true, and before you say something like ‘I don’t know if I’ve earned it’ or ‘I don’t deserve it, someone else does’ I’m going to tell you right now that you’ve worked hard and that you have earned it.” Alistar said quickly and with his signature smile, Leon scoffed and shook his head.

“ We’ll see, but I think I’ll keep my expectations in check though, just to be safe.” Leon admitted as he took another sip of his drink. “ Where’s Hikari? Shouldn’t she be here with the rest of her squad?”

“ I don’t know, everyone else is here except for her, I’m hoping she’s alright.” He muttered softly, his voice full of worry, Leon patted his friend's shoulder.

“ I’m sure she’s just running late, there’s no need to worry.” Leon said warmly and before Alistar could respond two of their other friends walked up to them.

“ Good evening Alistar, Leon!” Avalinia Silva, daughter of Nozel Silva, said cheerfully as she walked up to the two. They smiled warmly and greeted her happily.

“ Good evening Leon, Alistar.” Nymphadora Silva, daughter of Nozel Silva and sister to Avalinia, said more calmly.

One could easily tell that Nymphadora was here at the ball out of a sense of duty, whereas Ava was here to have fun and because she truly enjoyed these kinds of events.

“ Wow you really look like a Prince Charming tonight Alistar!” Avalinia said with a bright smile, Alistar’s face suddenly went red as Leon chuckled from beside him.

“ O-Oh, thank you Avalinia.” They all turned as Nymphadora scoffed.

“ If father were to hear you say that, he would think you were flirting with Alistar.” She said with a small grin at the mental image of their father glaring at the young men. The two visibly shuddered as they also got a mental image of Nozel glaring at them.

“ I didn’t mean it like that Nymph! I meant it in a general and friendly way, and if you would have let me finish I was going to say the same thing to Leon.” Ava said with a pout, causing her sister to laugh.

Alistar suddenly felt someone pull on the hem of his jacket, he turned and looked down slightly to see the young Vivian Faust standing there. He smiled and bent over a little to be more eye level with the young girl.

“ Good evening Vivi, you look very lovely tonight.” He said warmly and the young girl nodded.

“ Thank you, my Aunt Discordia provided the fabric for the dress and my mother sewed it.” Vivian explained matter of factly as she smoothed out the front of her dress. “ May I ask my flower knight for a favor?” She suddenly asked and he frowned a bit but nodded.

“ Of course you can, Vivi.”

“ Can you make me some Pelargonium peltatum please?” She asked, and Alistar nodded before he looked around, in order to make her those flowers he would need a pot of dirt. When he turned back to face Vivi he saw her holding out a pot for him, he laughed, she was always very well prepared.

Alistar grabbed the pot and used his World Plant Magic to make her the flowers before handing it back to her. Vivian suddenly grabbed a handful of the Ivy Geranium and began to make a small bracelet with it.

“ Here, the flowers mean ‘your hand for the next dance’, so after you dance with Hikari you can dance with me.” Vivian said as she placed the flowers around Alistar’s wrist and the young man blushed a bit and rubbed the back of his neck.

“ Of course Vivi,” He agreed and the young girl tilted her head a bit.

“ Are you burdened by my asking you to dance? Or is it my brothers glaring at you that has you feeling awkward?” She asked and Alistar looked over Vivian’s shoulder and saw Dusk and Sirius glaring at him, he smiled and shook his head before patting her hair.

“ I don’t feel burdened Vivi, and your brothers glaring at me isn’t making me awkward at all.” Alistar said with a small laugh, and Vivian looked at him seriously.

“ You’re a bad liar,” She told him bluntly before a ghost of a smile appeared on her face. “ but that’s what makes you a great knight.” The smile disappeared from her face before she turned around and walked back towards her family and squad. Alistar stood back up and noticed Avalinia and Nymphadora had walked away to go see their other friends, Leon smirked at his friend.

“ And you wonder why you’re so popular amongst people.” Leon said with a chuckle, and Alistar snorted.

“ Last I checked you were the one with the biggest fanclub.” Alistar said with a chuckle, which caused Leon to shake his head.

Suddenly the ballroom doors opened and in walked Hikari Yami, Alistar turned to look and his eyes widened and a bright red blush appeared on his cheeks.

She was wearing a beautiful floor length black dress with a slit on the side, the fabric had beautiful designs of flowers native to Hino printed on it, and the top of the bodice as well as the sleeves were also made to look like leaves and flowers from Hino. She had her dark hair swept to one side of her face and she wore simple yet beautiful jewelry designed with blue gems to look like roses.

She looked absolutely beautiful.

“ Looks like your bodyguard’s arrived, which means I can leave you alone to go mingle and dance with Avalinia and Cyra as I promised.” Leon said before he walked away, Alistar nodded numbly at him but his eyes never left Hikari.

“ Sorry I’m late, my dad was being a pain about the dress. He said it was ‘too revealing’ and that maybe it would be better if I stayed home, luckily my mom set him straight.” Hikari explained as she walked up to Alistar, she frowned when he didn’t respond. “ Hey are you okay? You can’t already be that tired.”

“ O-Oh sorry I was just thinking,” Alistar said quickly as he shook his head to get his thoughts in order. “ Honestly I’m surprised Captain Yami let you out of the Hideout in that dress.”

“ Yeah well he didn’t have much of a choice when my mom told him how it was unfair to let Einar and Hana come to the ball and not me, she also pointed out that I’m not a little kid anymore so I can go out wearing whatever I want, while also pointing out that someone needed to keep the brats in line at this party.” Hikari said with a shake of her head as she watched her squad. “ Speaking of, have they been behaving themselves?”

“ I think so, they’re acting as they normally do.” Alistar explained with a shrug and Hikari nodded before turning back to look at Alistar.

“ You look nice, you know how to dress to impress,” Hikari said with a grin as she looked him up and down. “ Although I’m not a big fan of the hairstyle.”

“ Why? What’s wrong with it?” Alistar asked as his hand reached up towards his hair, he thought he looked nicer with his hair out of his face, it made him look more mature and more like a noble.

“ There isn’t anything wrong with it, it’s just that…I like your messy hair more in your face is all.” She muttered with a grin before grabbing a glass of water and taking a sip. Alistar rubbed the back of his neck a bit awkwardly.

“ You don’t clean up too bad yourself, I half expected you to show up wearing your everyday clothes.” Alistar joked with a chuckle, he didn’t dare tell her his true thoughts, that she was the most beautiful woman in the room and that she looked breathtaking. So instead he decided to joke as he usually did. Hikari rolled her eyes and playfully shoved his shoulder.

“ Believe me I thought about it, but my mom and Hana said I had to look nice in order to give off a good impression to these nobles and royals. But I don’t really care what they think about me, they can like me as I am or just not like me at all.” She said with a shrug before putting her glass down and grabbing Alistar’s hand. “ C’mon let’s go dance!”

“ W-Wait Hikari!” Alistar tried to say but she ignored him and dragged him to the dance floor.

“ What? Scared I’m gonna step all over your toes?” She asked jokingly as the two stood in the center of the dance floor, Alistar snorted and shook his head.

“ Of course I am, the last time you and I danced I think you broke at least two or three of my toes.” Alistar joked, causing the woman to glare at him.

Hikari was as graceful as her mother on the battlefield, but on the dance floor? She was as graceful as her father was when he danced.

She placed her hand in his and her other hand on his shoulder, Alistar held her hand in his before placing his other on the small of her back. He cleared his throat and tried to hide the blush on his cheeks, if the two were any closer he worried that Hikari might be able to hear his heart beating in his chest.

The two moved and glided across the dance floor. This was one of the few times Hikari let him lead, since he was a slightly better dancer and knew more of the steps, but there were times when she would switch things up and take the lead.

Alistar stared at her as she looked down at her feet, concentrating on the steps and movements. The way she was dressed, the way the warm light shone on her face, and the way she smiled in joy as she made the right step. It made his heart melt and oddly made him want to kiss her right there and then but he shook his head, no, now wasn’t the time to get swept away by his feelings for her.

He liked her, and she was oblivious to it. Much like her dad was to her mother’s feelings. And Alistar wanted it to stay that way, at least for a little longer.

Suddenly a loud boom rang out through the room, causing everyone to stop what they were doing and turn their heads in that direction. It was the Black Bulls, as everyone had expected, apparently a few of the kids grew bored and decided to have a sparring match in the middle of the ball.

“ Seriously? Sorry Alistar, you’ll have to excuse me for a moment.” Hikari muttered, and just like that her serious Vice-Captain look appeared on her face as she made her way over to the group.

“ What do you brats think you’re doing? We’re supposed to be on our best behavior right now and you guys are acting up. This is why I can’t take you kids anywhere. Do you really want everyone to think we’re a crazy and chaotic squad?!” Hikari shouted loudly as all the Black Bulls knelt in front of her, just like they would when their dad was scolding them.

Alistar began to suppress his laughter, if no one knew better they would think it was Captain Yami Sukehiro himself standing in front of these kids. When she was serious and wanted the Black Bulls to fall in line she turned into the spitting image of Captain Yami but with the face of her mother Charlotte.

“ Vice-Captain Hikari is a little scary isn’t she?” Corduroy Swing, son of Magna Swing, said with a sheepish laugh as he came to stand beside Alistar, and on his other side stood a pale faced Ezio Roulacase, son of Finral Roulacase.

“ ‘A little scary’? Try a lot scary! When she gets like this I swear it's like she becomes her father!” Ezio said, and suddenly Hikari turned to look at them.

“ Hey Boy Scout, Taxi Jr. Get your asses over here!” Hikari shouted sternly, and both boys instantly nodded and ran over. Hikari began to scold Cory about how he shouldn’t have taken his eyes off of them, and that Ezio needed to control himself and stop flirting with every pretty girl he saw!

As Alistar watched this he suddenly couldn’t help himself, he suddenly burst out laughing, causing everyone to stare at him in confusion.

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!