#he deserves a little fire gift as a treat

[desertfangs]

How do you think Daniel would realise he had the fire gift, if he ever develops it?

Since I imagine him returning to writing at some point, I think there is a distinct possibility that writer's block or some similar frustration could lead to the paper or computer just bursting into flames 🔥 (thankfully anywhere he stays has a very robust fire suppression system, but now everything is wet 😥)

Oh my god, I am so glad you asked. this!

First, like.. Marius discovering he has the Fire Gift is PEAK COMEDY. You all probably know but in case you forgot this amazing moment, basically Marius is being set upon by two immortals, and he reaches for a lantern hoping to burn them, and then as he's wishing he could set them on fire, one of them bursts into flame! And Marius stares horror-struck, realizing that he made that happen with his mind.

Like, just imagine you don't even know that's possible and suddenly you've set someone on fire with the power of your desire to do so. Incredible!

But I digress.

Our boy Daniel will hopefully get the Fire Gift! Because damn that would save on lighters. And how cool would he feel if he could spark a flame on his finger and light a cigarette that way? He'd do that party trick every chance he got, Armand rolling his eyes behind him and reminding him to try and blend in, while the mortals around think it's just some cool magician's illusion.

I love the idea of him discovering this skill as he's trying desperately to get words on the page (I do think he will get back into writing at some point!) and then the fire alarms go off and the room is soaked. That's an amazing mental image of soggy, downtrodden Daniel, frustrated and then amazed at his own power, only to have it literally washed out immediately.

I do wonder if Daniel tests his powers every so often. I would imagine Marius had him test them after he recovered from his illness, probably taking him out into the jungle to see if he could fly or set a tree on fire, things like that. Out of curiosity, mostly, because both of them probably did wonder. I kind of like to imagine he still occasionally checks to see if he can do things other vampires can do, to kind of see where he stands.

But if he does develop the Fire Gift between these little tests, and he doesn't discover it from the sheer frustration of writer's block--a pain so many of us know all too well--I would love to think it happens during a fight with Armand.

Like they're arguing over something silly, and it escalates, because it always escalates, and Armand is being intentionally obtuse, twisting Daniel's words and acting like him wanting to go to Germany for a concert or something means he doesn't love him anymore, you know how they get. And then suddenly Daniel's rage hits a boiling point and the curtains behind Armand burst into flame. And they're both so stunned that the fight ends and Armand makes him do it again, and then the sprinklers go off or the room fills with fire suppressant and then they're both laughing so hard that they can't breathe. 🔥🔥

That would be so amazing, to be honest.

[yanderedrabbles]

Yandere Gladiator

A man can become a god in the arena. But all he fights for is you.

In his own country, he was nothing more than a soldier. But cities always fall to the might of Rome and Yandere! Gladiator learns the hard way that slavery is the reward for defying the Emperor.

Yandere! Gladiator who's thrown into the ring with criminals and slaves, with nothing but a dull sword to protect himself.

Yandere! Gladiator who uses every trick and instinct to win. Who stands covered in blood and sand as the crowds cheer, his chest heaving.

Yandere! Gladiator who must have a lucky star.

Yandere! Gladiator who wins by the skin of his teeth every time. Who goes from fighting criminals to fighting lions to fighting champions.

Yandere! Gladiator whose sword gets sharper with each victory.

Yandere! Gladiator who starts attracting sponsors - rich Patricians who lavish him in gifts.

Yandere! Gladiator who stands still in shock when one of his patrons gifts him a slave of his own - you.

Yandere! Gladiator who isn't sure what to do. Despite what people say, he can't see you as just a piece of property. And when you bow before him, the scars from his own slave collar itch.

Yandere! Gladiator who just nods helplessly when you offer to do things for him. Sharpen his sword. Clean the blood and grit off his armor. Oil and braid his hair before each fight.

Yandere! Gladiator who can only dip his head in thanks, always avoiding your eyes as though he isn't your master.

Yandere! Gladiator who watches you when your back is turned. The shape of your hips, the curve of your shoulder, the delicate skin on the side of your neck... He drinks in every part of you whenever he can.

Yandere! Gladiator whose eyes go sharp and dangerous when the other fighters talk about his "pretty little slave girl."

Yandere! Gladiator who slowly falls in love.

You aren't sweet or innocent or any of the other qualities he's been told to look for in a woman. You're blunt and deadpan, with a jaded view of the world.

But you're always there.

Rubbing his aching muscles after a week of brutal training. Carefully dressing his cuts after every tournament. Bringing him food cooked with all the herbs you know of that grant strength and speed.

Yandere! Gladiator who fights his battles not just to survive, but to return to you.

Yandere! Gladiator who admires your strength more than any opponent he's faced. A slave girl doesn't have an easy life - he shudders to think what other masters have demanded of you.

And despite the collar and the labour and the long nights spent treating him, you never complain.

Yandere! Gladiator who becomes known through Rome for his skill in the arena. Who looks like a child of Mars with his armour and crested helmet, his sword stained scarlet.

Yandere! Gladiator who dreams of you in his arms every night. Who longs to hear your voice even when the crowds scream his name.

Yandere! Gladiator who finally earns enough money to buy you from his patron. Who sits quietly in front of the fire while you comb his hair, staring into the flames and thinking. Eventually he finds the courage to ask.

What would you do with your freedom?

Your hands grow still.

Return home. To my father's farm with it's ancient olive groves.

Yandere! Gladiator who squeezes his eyes shut like you've hurt him.

Of course you would leave. He was a fool to think otherwise. And yet... he couldn't help imagining you staying with him. Willingly.

Yandere! Gladiator who asks around about your home. Sold, he learns. The farmer couldn't pay his debts and his daughter was sold as a slave to his creditors.

Yandere! Gladiator who uses the money he saved to buy your father's farm instead of your freedom.

It's selfish, he knows. If he loved you as you deserved, you would be your own master again.

But he can't let you go.

Yandere! Gladiator who watches the longing flicker across your face when he tells you the news. Who tries to convince himself you'll be happy here, that your collar won't weigh as heavy.

Yandere! Gladiator who kills for a living and doesn't bat an eye.

But whose hands shake when they touch your skin.

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cw: gn reader x captain price, dark, possessive price, obsessive price, slightly toxic price, submissive reader, unfair power dynamic relationship

HEADCANON: You were Price’s sweet little wife and you absolutely love being his. Adoring. Submissive. Quiet, delicate, and sugary innocent. Only problem is Price loves it too much.

PAIRING: Captain Price x gn reader

You liked calling him sir.

Not because he demanded it. At least, not at first. But because of the way his eyes darkened every time you said it. The way his hand would slide just a bit lower on your back at dinner parties, or how his voice would drop into something heavy and private when he leaned down to your ear and said, “That’s my girl.”

It was a game. A sweet, delicious game.

You wore the dresses he picked -- always flattering, never too revealing. He learnt that he liked soft colors on you, baby blues and pale pinks, lace that clothed your soft plushy thighs and hips. Things that made you look delicate. Heaven sent. Touchable. His.

People thought it was charming. A little traditional, maybe. But… charming.

They smiled when you asked him before ordering wine. They complimented your “manners” when you let him speak for you at events. You always stood just a step behind him — never beside. Always behind. Just like you liked it.

Or… just like you thought you liked it.

It wasn’t until month eight -- after the move into the countryside, after your phone mysteriously reset and you stopped hearing from your old friends -- that things started to feel off.

You chalked it up to bad service, to the chaos of moving, to Price being busy. It wasn’t until you tried logging into your email that you realized the password had changed.

He had reset it for “security reasons baby, don’t you worry your pretty head about it yeah?”

You didn’t remember asking him to though…

“Can’t be too careful, sweetheart,” he said, setting your laptop aside like it didn’t matter one evening when you came to him after your MacBook suddenly won’t work. “Too many creeps out there. You never know who’s watching.”

That night, he tucked you in early, made you peppermint tea, and stroked your hair while you lay in his lap. The room was dim, lit only by the fire and the flicker of his unreadable eyes. You wanted to bring it up again, but his hand was so warm. So steady.

“You trust me, don’t you, love?”

You nodded. Of course you did. He was your husband.

Sir. John. Your world.

But the thing about control is, it doesn’t always scream. Sometimes, it whispers.

Sometimes, it looks like:

Picking out your clothes and calling it a gift.

Replacing your wine with tea because “you’ve been so good lately, darling. Deserve a treat is all.”

Checking your texts and reminding you, “It’s for your own good, pet. Men don’t talk to married women for no reason.”

Sometimes, it looks like the neighbor’s son going missing after he smiled at you too long over the fence.

You didn’t connect the dots. Why would you?

John was always there when you needed him anyway.

He held you when you cried, kissed you breathless when you were nervous, and said “I’ve got you, little wife. Always.” whenever you felt lost.

And well….

What more could you need?

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Idea: Isha thinks Santa is real and is horrified of him because she thinks he doesn’t like her because she never celebrated before as well, she was a kid in the mines.

When decorating time rolls around she’s all pouty and sad until you and Sev confront the poor baby.

this is so fucking funny hahahaehhhaheahe

men and minors dni

it's christmas eve.

your family doesn't do the traditional christmas, especially since your family wasn't even a family this time last year.

you and sevika's usual christmas tradition is a nice homemade meal by the fire, maybe exchanging a few gifts, ending the night in your matching mr. and mrs. claus lingerie (just two santa hat and whatever red underwear you can find.)

but now you've got the girls, so you're trying to get a little more festive.

jinx and isha drug home a fallen pine tree branch a few days ago, decorating it with streamers and paper snowflakes they made themselves.

you and sevika splurged on christmas lights, hanging them on your front porch and lining the walls of your home with the multi-colored twinkles. of course, you've both been hoarding gifts for the girls-- anything and everything you could find that you thought they might enjoy you've piled up in the you and sevika's super secret hiding spot (under the bed) waiting to be wrapped tonight when the girls go to sleep.

it's been fun!

isha's been endlessly enchanted by the sparkly lights lining the streets, she squeals each time she sees a rudolph or snowman decoration, and she's obsessed with all the sweet treats that come around with this time of year. hot chocolate, christmas cookies, candy canes-- isha loves it all.

jinx has been having a wonderful time introducing isha to all the fun traditions that come around with the season. she custom made herself and isha matching stockings (she made you, vi, and sevika stockings too-- but none of them were quite as sparkly and fun as isha's.) she's been referring to the little girl as her 'elf'-- isha always bursts into giggles when she does. and when there's fresh snow-- jinx has been bundling the little girl up and dragging her outside to introduce her to the joys of snowballs and snowmen and snow angels.

so, overall, you've all been feeling pretty jolly.

but... you're starting to get a little worried tonight, because isha's been becoming increasingly restless.

you've got the fire going, christmas music playing on the radio, the four of you sharing a plate of cookies and sipping on eggnog in matching flannel jammies.

isha's frowning down at her feet, a worried furrow in her brow.

jinx is fighting off sleep on the couch, sevika's stoking the fire. you reach out and nudge the little girl's shoulder.

"you okay, baby?" you ask. sevika blinks over at the pair of you concern on her face as she looks at isha.

isha blinks up at you with anxious eyes. what is santa? she signs.

you look at your wife, the two of you having a panicked, telepathic conversation.

should we tell her he's not real? sevika's face reads.

you shrug. she's only five, she deserves at least one year of believing, don't you think? you ask with a quirk of your brow.

sevika sighs and gestures for you to speak. you giggle.

"santa's an old man who lives in the north pole, making toys all year with the help of his elves. on christmas eve, when we're all sleeping, he travels across the world using magic and flying reindeer, leaving presents for well-behaved kiddos just like you!" you explain happily.

only, isha looks horrified.

he comes in our house when we're sleeping!? she signs. sevika chuckles. what if he robs us?

"nah, kid, santa's a jolly old man. he's not a thief. he's been doin' this for hundreds of years and he's i've never heard of anyone getting robbed by santa." sevika says.

isha still looks skeptical. okay... but what about the song? he sees me when i'm sleeping and knows when i'm awake? how?

sevika snorts. "you're awfully smart for a five year old." she says, ruffling her hair. "santa's magic kid, 's how it all works." she explains.

isha hums, kicking her feet and digesting the new information. jinx snorts awake, blinking around and trying to pretend she's been awake the whole time.

what if he doesn't like me? isha signs.

your heart breaks a little, and you wrap your arm around her. "why wouldn't santa like you, kiddo? you're a great little girl. way better than jinx-- and jinx never got coal."

"hey!" jinx protests.

isha giggles a bit, then she frowns again, a tear trailing down her cheek. but... he never left me presents before.

your heart shatters. beside you, sevika lets out a heartbroken whimper.

"oh, isha baby..." you coo, pulling the girl into your lap.

"santa's not real, isha." jinx cuts in. you and sevika gasp and glare at her and she chuckles. "what?! it's true. he's made up, he's a fairy tale-- parents use him to trick little kids into behaving well."

isha sighs in relief. so, if i'm bad ms. baby and big mama will still give me presents? she asks.

you burst into giggles, and beside you sevika cackles.

"'course, kiddo. sevika gave me a holiday present the same year i blew her fuckin' arm off-- there's not much you can do that'll stop 'em from spoiling you from now on." jinx says.

well... shit. now you've got tears in your eyes. you didn't know that about sevika, and it only makes you love her more. you reach out and grab her hand, only to find it shaking a little. she must be just as affected by jinx's words as you are.

it takes you a few seconds to make sure your voice won't wobble before you speak. "alright, speaking of-- the two of you gotta go to your room so me and sev can put your gifts out. try to sleep, please." you say.

jinx giggles and pulls isha in her arms, both of them hugging and kissing you and sevika goodnight before wandering to their room.

the second their door clicks closed, you and sevika are in eachother's arms, crying with gratitude for your girls; the best gift you could've fucking asked for.

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[amongemeraldclouds]

a dwindling mercurial high

Beware of the boy with bright eyes. He'll lure you in with his sweet smile and intoxicating words. It'll feel like heaven until he drags you down to hell.

Toxic!Lorenzo Berkshire x f!Reader (smut, angst)

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Lorenzo Berkshire and his smug fucking smile. You won't see it, not until it's too late. When your clothes are discarded on the floor, breath heavy and legs spread. He has you right where he wants you.

No. It starts with sweet smiles. A small turn of the head from the corner of your eye. You've caught his attention. Suddenly, you're the luckiest girl in all of Hogwarts, at least that's what the gossip circles will whisper. The next pitstop in his long journey of conquests, a coveted spot that each girl had fantasized about at least once.

Everyone knew Enzo went all out. Thoughtful gifts, memorable dates, and that damn charm. His ability to make you feel like you were the only girl who ever mattered. Anyone else would have been labeled a playboy, proceed with caution, but Slytherin's golden boy could do no wrong.

Until sweet smiles turn to equally intoxicating words.

"You're smart and funny, the real tragedy here is that I didn't meet you earlier." "You don't have to pretend around me, just be yourself. I like it, I like you." "You deserved better than how you were treated in the past, but I'm here now. Let me take care of you."

Your intuition will warn you to run, rattle against the ribcage guarding your chest. Your heartbeats screaming, be careful. You'll smile and shake your head, silly little heart. Doesn't she see? He knows you, he cares.

Walking side by side in school hallways gives way to laughing across each other at dinner. Add in study dates in the library where you memorize his eyes more than the lines in your textbook. Deep conversations and secrets shared in dark corners of the castle. Refilling the vase in your dorm with the flowers he gives you, taking up more space in your room and heart.

He's patient, savoring the twinkle in your eye, your little smiles that he tallies in an invisible scoreboard. Soon, he thinks, as he counts down to the grand finale.

You never see it coming, though you really should have. Reputations are earned after all, not bestowed. One day it's raining outside and he's forgotten his umbrella. You take your wand out, mind shuffling through spells, but he'll insist. It will only take a few moments and who could say no to those puppy eyes?

It's cozy, then. A warm room with a fireplace is much better than the cold, damp weather outdoors. Of course, it makes sense to stay in instead and cuddle by the fire. It's electric, to be this close to him in a room all alone. The nervous glances and shy smiles never last long.

Not when you find yourself melting into his arms, lips locked as you give into him. Your fingers lost in his soft hair, gentle moans exchanged between lips, and he pulls you in closer. He lets you breathe for a second as he whispers his vow in your ear, "you taste so good, baby. You're all mine tonight."

There's nowhere else you'd rather be. You yelp when he carries you up bridal style, giggling in the crook between his shoulder and neck. "Let's get you comfortable, yeah?" His finger traces circles on your shoulder.

Who needs clothes? Certainly not you and you sigh in relief and gratitude when he undoes the first button from your blouse. He looks at you, his eyes curious, seeking consent.

You nod, unwilling to open your mouth or else you'll beg him to go faster. To do every sinful thing that has ever crossed his mind. You try to hold onto the final shreds of your self control even as he slips your unbuttoned blouse down your arms, leaving nothing to his imagination.

"You're so beautiful, baby," Enzo praises you as he unclasps your bra, his eyes comitting every inch of your figure to memory, as if this is the first and last night he'll spend with you. Because it will be, though you don't know it yet.

He's sweet in the way he plants soft kisses from your neck all the way down to your breasts, where he licks and teases you as if he has all the time in the world. Your thoughts melt into the elixir of his touch, heightening your senses, as heat blooms in the pit of your stomach.

He moves lower still, discarding the rest of your clothes like carefully unwrapping a gift. "You're gorgeous," he sighs, "an absolute goddess." He kisses along your thighs until nothing and no one else exists but you and this beautiful, eager boy. All yours.

He wraps his arm around each of your thigh, keeping you still as you squirm against him. His tongue traces circles around your clit before he laps up your sweet juices.

"Mm you taste so heavenly," he praises you as he dives in deeper for more, tongue darting into your entrance. He becomes the very axis your planet spins on as you lose yourself in the pleasure, head sinking deeper into the pillow. The room is filled with his sloppy kisses against your wet cunt, sucking and driving two fingers into you. Your toes curl and your fingers grip the sheets tighter.

When you feel yourself teetering on the edge, that's when you see it. A smug smile from the boy who has been nothing but sweet and kind. It twists his features, still handsome but with the edge of a predator who has sunk his teeth deep into his prey.

"E-enzo?" You ask tentatively, suddenly tense and unsure.

He takes his time responding as you hold your breath. "Ready for me, baby?" His eyes snap back to you, tender and warm. You can almost pass off what you saw as a trick of the light.

You sigh in relief, "god yes."

He chuckles, "I'm not god but I can give you the world, darling." He discards his clothes and you follow each of his movement, enthralled by his lean, sculpted figure.

He lines himself up to your entrance, teasing your slit as he glides himself along before thrusting into you. You moan in surprise and delight as he stretches you out. He goes slow, letting you adjust to his size and he encourages you. "You feel so good baby, you're doing so well for me."

You look into his eyes, a whirlpool of emotions coursing through you. Here's the boy who makes you feel special and safe, seen and understood. After weeks of spending time together, it feels right to give everything to the boy who has become your everything.

He continues praising you with his sweet words, each thrust bringing you closer and closer to euphoria.

"You're taking me so well." "My perfect sex goddess." "Yes, moan for me just like that, baby."

He brings out the filthiest sounds you didn't know you had in you, pornographic moans and whimpers as he makes you beg for more. Gushing fountains for him over and over, with you laying down, him having you on all fours, and you riding him.

You recite his name the entire evening, reverently, as you lose your mind in the ecstasy of his movements, his touch. He may have been worshipping you, but to you, he's the god granting your every prayer.

When you're spent and beyond satisfied, he brings you close to him, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. "You're amazing," he praises you over and over, his finger tracing shapes on your shoulder.

"It's all for you," you tell him as you kiss him gently on the cheek. When you lay back down, he caresses your hair. There's no more words left to say, just a warm feeling of home shared between you two, and it's enough to lull you to sleep.

Once Lorenzo Berkshire is done with you, you'll never be the same. It's one thing to go through life, not knowing certain things. You can't miss what you don't even know exists.

It's an entire world of pain to have a bite of the sweetest fruit only to have it snatched away from you. To always crave for a flavor you can never taste again. The longing and worse still, the hope, is what kills you in the end.

Lorenzo Berkshire is suddenly too busy for you. Of course you understand, you respect his space. But you also know his schedule and all the places to find him. Before you met him, you probably never would have called yourself a masochist, but now you sneak around.

In corners of the quidditch field, on a far off bench in the courtyard, you wait with bated breath until you see him. He's goofing off with friends, his arm around a shiny new prize. Another pretty girl with wide eyes and a bright smile.

You nearly come crying to your friends about it, but you can already hear what they'll say. For five whole weeks, or even just five days, you were lucky to have caught Enzo's attention.

You should be grateful to have ever been noticed at all. So you save your tears for lonely nights with only your pillow to catch them, keeping you company through your grief. It seems just like yesterday when it was his shoulder you had laid on.

There he goes, Enzo parading around with his warm smile, charming everyone, including the professors. You remember a second when his mask slipped, a smug smile from an apex predator. You saw him as he truly is. But you keep it to yourself, no one would believe you. Some days, you barely believed it yourself.

There are moments in life that humble you, when you realize you're not as smart as you believe. Lorenzo Berkshire was the biggest lesson of all. But if you were truly honest with yourself, being with him had been so good, it was nearly worth the heartbreak.

You go about your days then, as if it had never happened. There's always more projects to work on, exams to study for, parties to dance in. The tears stop running and your smile returns. But every once in a while, you see him.

The boy who promised the world and gave it to you for a moment. A blaze across the sky burning brightly, before the darkness swallowed it whole.

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A/N: I always feel like I write Enzo sweeter than he really is, so I'm glad I get to write this take on how toxic he can actually be.

May or may not be inspired by someone I met. Dammit why are men.

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It’s the anon with the bad ex can you do villain to and I’m sorry if that’s to much it’s okay if your busy I get it

✶˚₊‧° MHA Characters Comforting You After a Breakup °‧₊˚✶

Featuring: Dabi ✧ Shigaraki ✧ Kurogiri ✧ Overhaul(Kai Chisaki) ✧ Twice ✧ Stain ✧ Mr. Compress ✧ Spinner

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I saw your request and of course I got you—here’s the villain version of the comfort headcanons! You deserve all the support, and I hope this brings you even a little bit of comfort.

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Dabi

Dabi is the type to mock your ex into oblivion just to make you laugh. The second you tell him what happened, he scoffs, lighting a flame on his fingertip.

“Pfft. ‘Too hard to handle?’ Sounds like a weak little bitch to me.”

He’s not the softest, but he’s protective in his own way. If you look like you’re about to cry, he throws an arm around your shoulders and drags you out to do something distracting—vandalizing a hero billboard, setting something on fire, whatever gets your mind off it.

“C’mon, let’s go make some trouble. Best way to get over someone is to have more fun than they ever will.”

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Shigaraki Tomura

Shigaraki is weirdly insightful about emotional pain. He listens to the whole story, red eyes narrowed, tapping his fingers against the table.

“Hmph. Typical. People only want what’s easy.”

He doesn’t say much at first, but later, when you’re sitting around together, he casually nudges a snack toward you or tosses a blanket over your lap. He’ll also offer revenge, half-joking, half-serious.

“If you want them gone, just say the word.”

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Kurogiri

Kurogiri comforts you like a tired but kind bartender. He listens patiently, nodding thoughtfully before saying something like:

“That must have been very painful. I’m sorry you were treated that way.”

He’s big on gentle reassurance and makes sure you take care of yourself. If you haven’t eaten, he brings you something warm. If you’re exhausted, he insists you rest. He won’t push you to talk, but he’s always willing to listen.

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Overhaul (Kai Chisaki)

Overhaul is cold, but extremely protective. He hates hearing that someone mistreated you—it offends his sense of control. His voice stays eerily calm, but his golden eyes sharpen.

“So. Where do they live?”

If you’re visibly upset, he won’t immediately comfort you, but he does things to make your life easier—fixing things for you, making sure you’re healthy, subtly taking over responsibilities so you don’t have to stress. His version of “cheering you up” is eliminating any inconvenience in your life.

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Twice

Twice is super emotional about it. The second you tell him, he’s furious on your behalf but also heartbroken for you.

“What kind of asshole would let go of someone like you?! No, actually, screw them, you deserve someone who worships the ground you walk on!”

He’s all about hyping you up. He talks you through the pain by being overly dramatic in the best way—screaming about how they were clearly an idiot and how you’re way too cool for them anyway.

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Stain

Stain doesn’t do “comfort” the traditional way, but he respects strength—and to him, going through this pain and surviving it is strength. He watches you for a long moment before saying:

“Their weakness is not your burden to carry.”

It sounds harsh, but it’s his way of saying you’re worth more than someone who couldn’t handle you. He won’t try to distract you, but he will remind you of your value in a no-nonsense way.

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Mr. Compress

Mr. Compress is a gentle but firm comforter. He listens patiently, then gives you a knowing smile.

“Heartbreak is a tragic tale as old as time. But you, my dear, are far too dazzling to be held back by one poorly written chapter.”

He cheers you up with storytelling, theatrics, and humor. He might steal you a little gift, something small but meaningful, just to make you smile. His goal is to remind you that life is still full of wonder and excitement.

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Spinner

Spinner is awkward but super genuine. He kinda panics when you first tell him, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Damn… that’s rough. Uh. You want me to fight them or…?”

He’s not great at deep talks, but he’s great at distraction. He’ll drag you into playing video games or doing dumb stuff together so you don’t have time to feel sad. If you open up, he listens carefully and offers honest, dorky reassurance.

“ Hero version “

Anon, you’re never asking too much! I love writing for you, so feel free to send in whatever’s on your mind. You’re always welcome here!

Let me know if you have any feedback or if there’s any warnings I need to put on my post. I hope you enjoyed reading this!

[synity]

Don’t Tell My Brother (Oh Wait… He Knows)

The stage lights dimmed as the final note of SEVENTEEN's concert echoed through the venue. The crowd roared, lightsticks swaying like stars in a sea of midnight blue. You stood off to the side of the stage, breathless and glowing from the adrenaline of dancing through a flawless performance.

Your eyes instinctively found him.

DK your sunshine, your secret, your boyfriend of one year. He grinned from the main stage, sweat-slick hair sticking to his forehead, eyes scanning until he found you, too. He gave you a discreet thumbs-up and mouthed, "You did amazing."

You smiled back, biting your lip to hide it. You weren’t supposed to make it obvious. No one knew about your relationship.

Well… almost no one.

The members knew, of course. Hoshi caught on first—he’d walked in on you two sharing earbuds in the practice room. Mingyu had noticed how DK always saved you a seat at lunch. Joshua just smiled one day and said, “You look happier lately,” with that knowing twinkle in his eyes.

They all promised to keep it quiet.

Except for one person.

S.Coups. Your older brother. Leader of SEVENTEEN. Overprotective, dramatic, slightly terrifying when it comes to you, S.Coups.

He didn’t know.

Not yet.

But all that changed the night of the anniversary surprise.

After the concert, you snuck back into the studio while everyone was unwinding. DK had set up a tiny surprise a soft little cake from your favorite café, fairy lights strung lazily across the mirrors, and a small plushie holding a note that said, "Happy 1 Year, my star."

You turned around to see him standing there with that shy smile you loved. “You like it?” he asked, walking up with his hands behind his back.

“Are you kidding?” you laughed, heart swelling. “It’s perfect.”

“Good.” He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Because I—”

“what the hell!”

You both froze like statues.

Your head turned very slowly toward the doorway, where S.Coups stood, mouth open, one eyebrow twitching, and a water bottle dropping from his hand.

“No… way…” he muttered, pointing between you two. “You...you dating my sister!?"

“S-Seungcheol-hyung—!” DK jumped back like he touched fire. “I was gonna tell you no wait we were gonna tell you, I swear, I didn't mean to hide it, I mean I did, but—”

You stepped in, holding your brother’s arm. “Cheol, calm down—”

“Calm down?” he shrieked. “I’m not mad that you’re dating someone. I’m mad that it’s him!”

DK flinched. “Hey!”

“No offense,” Seungcheol barked, “but if anyone’s gonna date my sister, they better be ready to treat her like the queen of the freakin' universe. Do you know how precious she is? I used to carry her on my back to school, and now you’re holding her hand behind my back?”

“Hyung, I love her,” DK said, voice softer, but firm. “I’ve loved her since the first time we danced together. I waited a year just to ask her out. I never wanted to disrespect you or her. I’ve been planning to tell you.”

Seungcheol crossed his arms. “...And how exactly have you been treating her, huh?”

You nudged DK, giving him a look.

He cleared his throat. “I carry her bag after practice. I give her back massages when she’s sore. I bought her heated socks last winter so her feet wouldn’t get cold during rehearsals. I keep snacks in my locker just in case she forgets to eat. I learned how to braid hair for her.”

There was a pause.

“...Tch,” S.Coups muttered. “Not bad.”

You blinked. “Wait, what?”

He sighed dramatically, then turned to you. “Look. If he ever makes you cry, I will dropkick him on live broadcast. But until then...” He looked back at DK with narrowed eyes. “You better keep spoiling her. With everything. Food, gifts, love, all of it. She deserves it. And don’t think for a second I won’t one-up you just to remind her I’m still the better man.”

DK blinked. “You want to spoil your sister more than her boyfriend?”

“You bet your mic stand I do.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed, heart full, cheeks hurting from smiling.

The next morning, the whole group was gathered in the dorm kitchen. Jeonghan smirked, leaning into S.Coups. “So, hyung, did you cry when you found out?”

“I didn’t cry,” Seungcheol grumbled.

“You kind of did,” Minghao added casually. “You said, ‘My baby’s growing up.’”

DK walked in with you, carrying your favorite smoothie and a breakfast sandwich. “Good morning~” he sang. “For you, my queen.”

Seungcheol threw a pillow at his head. “Don’t call her that in front of me!”

You giggled, sitting beside your boyfriend, who winked at you when no one was looking.

Secret? Not anymore.

But it didn’t matter.

You were loved. Truly, sweetly, and loudly.

And you wouldn’t trade it for anything

[Jeju Island – Two Days Later]

The sky was painted in soft watercolor pinks and oranges as SEVENTEEN's van pulled up to the beachside house in Jeju. You stretched your arms out as you stepped out, salty breeze ruffling your hoodie. Everyone was excited for this mini getaway a break from hectic schedules, a chance to breathe.

You didn’t even have time to take two steps before a pair of arms wrapped around your shoulders from behind.

“Finally,” DK whispered into your ear. “I can hold you without checking over my shoulder for S.Coups.”

“I heard that,” came a voice from the front.

You both jumped apart

Seungcheol narrowed his eyes. “You wanna sleep in the sea tonight?”

DK raised both hands. “chill, hyung! Just admiring the weather!”

Mingyu walked by snorting. “The ‘weather’ now has long eyelashes and lip gloss.”

“Shut up,” you muttered, cheeks warm

Inside, the house was warm and cozy two floors, ocean view, and a huge balcony. DK immediately claimed the room closest to yours. “So if you get scared at night,” he whispered, winking, “you can knock three times.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Is that really your excuse for wanting to be next door?”

“...Maybe.”

Meanwhile, S.Coups was watching from the kitchen, arms crossed, whispering to Woozi.

“She used to have pigtails and beg me for watermelon slices. Now she’s making heart-eyes at that smiley sunshine boy.”

Woozi patted his shoulder. “Let it go, bro. At least she didn’t fall for Vernon.”

That night, after grilled meat and card games, you and DK snuck out to the balcony with mugs of hot cocoa.

He wrapped a blanket around both of you and pulled you closer. “y/nie-ah,” he said gently, “thank you for loving me… even in secret.”

You looked up at him. “I would’ve kept loving you even if it had to stay a secret forever.”

He smiled softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Still, I’m glad it’s not. I’m glad I can do this now” he cupped your face and kissed you, slow and sweet.

“Hey! Balcony curfew is 10 PM!” S.Coups shouted through the sliding door.

You both broke apart with a yelp.

Jun walked past behind him, laughing. “Hyung’s watching you like Netflix.”

Hoshi grinned. “Y/N, blink twice if you want us to distract your brother.”

“Don’t encourage them!” Seungcheol shouted.

[echantedtoon]

Kinda like my last post but more poly. Auish so barely anything's cannon. Kimetsu Gauken based. Artwork not mine both found on Pinterest. Will probably contain some headcannons from my Kagamane x Reader headcannons post too.

-How did you catch the attention of these two couples? You literally had no idea.

-You only knew that you were Muzan's secretary before he hired Kokushibo to take over your job as he was 'better suited.' But unbeknownst to you, that was a way to just get closer to you by Muzan and his wife.

-You've been working for the couple for over two years having been hired by Two to help the both of them manage their companies. Muzan wasn't happy about his wife hiring someone without his say so but relented the because his wife was happy with you.

-You did a very good job honestly. Papers were always perfectly filed, and you were very organized and clean. You kept up with his own and Rei's Business deals separated unless needed to be combined. He couldn't remember how many times the last secretary mixed up their appointments and costed them time and money. You were also on time all the time everyday and had materials at the ready for whatever he needed.

-Rei was quite satisfied with your performance as well and he liked knowing his wife was happy so he didn't care about her inviting you to have small lunch breaks with her and their daughter.

-Their daughter was quite taken by you as well. Smiling and talking about how nice you were and how you had help her learn how to spell a big learn that won her spelling bee at school.

-Rei quite agreed you were quite a charming lady and she wouldn't mind having you around more often. He agrees.

-While you're professional and perficiant in what you do and your bubbly kind and positive personality added a bit of fresh air into the office and at the same time you weren't overly positive for him to find you annoying. If fact he quite looked forward to the way you treated him every morning with your bright smile and a cup of his favorite coffee. How you and Rei smile like old friends and get along so well. How his daughter is always excitedly bouncing around and showing off what cool new facts she learnt 'from the nice office lady'!

-Its inevitable they would find someone as cute as you unable to resist for long. It's not surprisingly Rei that brings up the subject first while at breakfast and he's reading a newspaper. "Dear, Y/n was so kind to teach our little darling how to easily spell arithmetic the other day." "Mmhm. Very nice." "You know I don't think we're really giving her a position she deserves. You've always said that I could use a personal assistant for my work." "Darling, you just read my mind."

-You are shocked when the happy couple announced that you were fired from your secretary job but they were moving you to be Rei's personal assistant. You gingerly try to reject the offer but they insist having already replaced you with Kokushibo who turns out if far more efficient.

-So begins your very awkward new job as Rei's personal assistant. Some of it isn't too different from your old job minus following her around during the day. You still file paperwork for her and handle calls if she's busy, but now you also did things for her such as getting her awkwardly massive food orders-

"I have your double shrimp salad bowls."

"Oh thank you. But I must've gotten too much. You eat the other one you've been working so hard and deserve some food."

And going shopping with her as she gifts you extra items she ..accidentally buys an item she didn't want.

"I have all your bags, Ma'am."

"Thank you. But it seems I accidentally bought the purple heels instead of black."

"Shall I call the store and request a refund for the shoes?"

"No need. You can keep them. They're your size anyways."

-You also start to help out Rei's husband by rearranging furniture in his office as he works and gauges your help in certain things.

"I want you to take this."

".... It's an address and..IS THIS THREE THOUSED DOLLARS?!"

"Yes. I'm thinking about buying a share at this new retreat but unfortunately I'm far too busy to go myself. Go check yourself in for a week and report back to me anything wrong with the place."

Even when you go, granted having a good time, and comeback with your positive feedback you don't see any shares listed for the retreat in the financial database. But he does use your help in other situations too-

"Is this a dinner reservation?"

"Yes. I'm interested in hosting a business dinner together with some investors next week. Go to the reservation and see if their food is up to my standards."

You are concerned when he sees no investors the next week.

-You start to get very awkward when Rei requests you start doing more personal things. Like tutoring their daughter and picking her up from school and playing with her when they're busy. And staying to have dinner with them multiple times a week even if you decline.

-You unexpectedly get a raise despite doing less work than your last position.

-You get invited on outings together to help watch their daughter but for some reason there's always a place set aside for you or the reservations always included a fourth person.

-You get random gifts with excuses-

"My daughter thinks it's your birthday and she'll be upset if I didn't at least gift you some flowers."

"Here. I never used this dress anyways and they got my size wrong."

"My wife misplaced her necklace so I ordered a new one for her. She just found the old one today so you may keep the extra."

-One day you pick up their daughter from elementary school and she's just happily chatting away in the back seat.

"I can't wait for Mother's Day. I'm gonna make you and Mommy the best cards ever!"

"Aw. You don't have to do that. I'm not even your mom."

"Not yet! You have to marry them first and I'm gonna be the flower girl!!"

"Haha! I'm not marrying your mommy and daddy."

"Huh? You're not?"

"Of course not. What made you think that?"

"Because Daddy says I can be the flower girl! Mommy even picked out matching dresses for all three of us in that fancy magazine!"

-Both are a mixed reaction when they receive your professional company email that very night explaining that the hours were starting to get bad for you so you were putting in your two weeks and using all your company vacation days for that entire week so they didn't have to trouble you for a final paycheck.

-Rei is absolutely shocked and very, very confused. Why did you suddenly quit? If the hours were getting to bad then they'd be happy to talk with you about it and rearrange things.

Muzan is pissed. How dare you just quit on such short notice?! After everything they did?! You didn't even have mind to tell them in person!

Both try calling you but get nothing but voicemail, their emails go unanswered as well. Their daughter is very upset. Why did you leave? Weren't you going to marry them?

-Unbeknownst to the couple you use the extra money from your sudden raise to move away to a new residence. Blocking both on your old email and phone before completely getting a brand new email address and number and being sure to block them again on those too before gathering up all the unwanted gifts up to mail them back being sure to include no return address.

-After laying low for about a month you decide to go back out to job hunt. Eventually finding a secretary position open at a local school after the old secretary retired! Perfect! You end up calling the number listed for the principal and she's nice enough to arrange an interview for you with her husband, the Chairman of Kimetsu Academy.

-The interview actually goes very well! Mr. Kagaya Ubuyashiki is a very kind man and his wife is also very kind and both of them were impressed with your resume. You got the job the day!

-You're a little out of your territory being in a a school setting but slowly things start turning. You start to really enjoy your job at the Academy. You've already made friends with a few teachers like Kyojuro and Gyomei.

-Students start to like coming to the office more because of how bubbly and friendly the new secretary is. The teachers start to talk to you more often and invite you to staff parties and outside work events. Events that you were free to DECLINE and no one was giving you an uncomfortable feeling.

-Was working your old job really that stressful? You couldn't remember the last time you actually felt appreciated or just had someone treat you normally.

-Kagaya thinks it's amusing watching you shyly peek into the doorway to his office with papers clutched into your hands and bashfully asking if you could come in. The way you so innocently look unsure of something or squeak out a question. It's adorable seeing your attempts.

Amane finds your sweet and bubbly personality is perfect for the job! Especially when she sees how much you love interacting with the students and always friendly towards her own children. When you shyly ask her for help with scheduling or ask where a certain file is, always puts a smile on her face.

-Speaking of the Ubuyashiki children, you adore the quintuplets! And don't mind watching them in the office for a little bit if Kagaya or Amane was running a little late or had to do last minute work. Because they always asked you if you'd be alright with it first and didn't expect you to do anything outside your job.

-Somewhere along the way they ask you politely if you'd like to have dinner with them without any expectations for you saying yes and you agree wholeheartedly. Making it a weekly thing where you all would all have dinner together Sunday night.

-Muzan and Rei really don't know where you went for the longest time until he just happens to mention you in front of Nakime who recognizes you instantly and reveals it to him.

-Muzan is absolutely RAGED to find out not only are you working for his cousin but seemed to be dating his cousin and his wife!! Rei has to hold him back and tell him to not do anything dumb before he goes to do anything actually dumb like storm into the academy and yell at everyone.

-Instead he furiously calls his cousin and DEMANDS to know what the hell he thought he was doing!! And DEMANDS to let him talk to you THAT INSTANT!!

"Oh yes. You're the really weird bosses she was talking about. How's your dating life going?"

"YOU FUCKER!! IF YOU DON'T DO AS I SAY I SWEAR YOU'LL PAY FOR IT ONE WAY OR ANOTHER!!"

"How do you both manage to get married but still pull no bitches combined?"

"YOU MOTHERFU-"

Rei later scolds him for cussing in front of their daughter at her cousins and for chucking his phone off their second story balcony.

-She tries to later apologize for his tantrums via calling Amane who firmly states that they were not to go near you but much more politely.

-Your're later very surprised to discover that Muzan and Kagaya are actually cousins but it doesn't change your opinion on the Ubuyashikis because of how well they have been treating you.

[urfavleo777]

Riccardo Calafiori x reader inspired by lana del rey's lyrics

The hotel room was huge. Basically big enough to be an apartment, which made sense because it was the price of rent for an average apartment in Rome. You were lying next to your boyfriend on a double bed, he was leaning on his elbow, and staring at you with a smile. At that moment, it was just you and the sound of the fire burning in the fireplace next to you. It was perfect.

Riccardo decided to turn on some random playlist on your phone. It was a song by an Italian band, Måneskin, which you idolized and couldn't keep silent while listening to it. If not because of your tears, then because of your squawking while singing.

That's why you started trying your best at following the lyrics of the song, but in the end you only made the Italian smile wider.

“C’mon, say something, Ricky” you snapped, cupping his cheek with your hand.

“You are the one woman who means the most to me in this world. You are my everything, my love, my universe. Everything I do, I do it for you. So let me just look at you.”

You loved him. You’d love him ‘til the end of time.

It was wonderful to just cut yourself off from the world, lie on the bed with him, cover yourself with the duvet and live with the knowledge that someone felt what you felt, that someone was lying a few centimeters away from you and planning a future with you.

If there were words to describe this feeling, they would be the most beautiful words ever spoken. Because it wasn't pleasant, happy or beautiful. It was above and beyond everything.

He was charismatic, magnetic, electric and everybody knew it. When he walked in every woman's head turned, everyone stood up to talk to him. He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn't contain himself. Whether it was his charming smile, his captivating eyes, or his confident stance, people just couldn't help but be attracted to him. He carried himself with an alluring aura that made him a formidable presence in any room, causing both men and women to sit up and take notice.

“What did I do to deserve you?” you asked, unable to stop smiling.

“You know, I could be a better boyfriend. Spend more time with you, buy you gifts, take you on dates more often, treat you with even more respect.”

“I swear It's perfect the way it is. You don't have to-”

“Wait, let me finish,” he interrupted, raising his hand, and for a few seconds you saw something unusual on his face, uncertainty. “You really do mean everything to me, totally, absolutely everything. You blew my mind years ago, and nothing has changed since then, nothing to diminish my feelings for you. Well, I guess it's just time.”

He pushed himself up into a sitting position, and you watched his every move, confused. You didn't know what he was talking about until he pulled out a box with an engagement ring from under the covers.

“Mi vuoi sposare?” His hand reached out to touch your face, his touch gentle and reverent as he whispered the question that would change both of your lives forever. “Will you marry me? Will you make my life even more beautiful by becoming my wife?”

You were surprised, touched, and more than a little bit overwhelmed. You were sitting there in your joggers, devoid of any makeup, and yet here he was, looking at you with hope, waiting for your answer.

“You should kneel, idiot.” You just said, to which he sighed dramatically and got off the bed, doing exactly what you said.

And still fixing his eyes in love on you. You froze for a moment, it— he was beautiful.

You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts, before finally speaking up. “Yes,” you said, a smile slowly spreading across your face. “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. Be my once in a lifetime”

Rolling his eyes, he returned to the bed, never taking his lips from yours. He positioned himself above you on the bed, his body pressing against yours as he continued to devour your lips with a fierce intensity. 

You couldn’t believe what just happened.

When you calmed down and your emotions subsided, you only realized what was on your finger and why Riccardo was so happy.

“You didn't expect that, did you?” A sly smile played at the corners of his lips as he looked down at you, his body still pressed against yours. He was clearly proud of himself, reveling in the fact that he had managed to surprise you once again.

“No, I didn't,” you admitted with a small laugh, still reeling from the intensity of his kiss.

“I was going to do it tomorrow over a big dinner with candles, but I don't know. I guess I felt that this moment was less hackneyed, more real, more ours.”

“You really are full of surprises.” you dragged out the last letters, while he pulled your phone out from under him and switched the song. Unlike you, he hated rock music, and you listened to a few rock songs regularly. He chose “Without You” by Lana and placed the phone on the night stand.

He chuckled softly, his eyes glittering with mischief. “Of course I am,” he teased. “And I have plenty more surprises up my sleeve just you wait and see, amore.” He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above yours, a tantalizing distance away. “But for now, I think I'd like to show you just how much I want you right now.”

His hands began to wander over your body, his touch gentle yet possessive, the heat between you growing with every moment. He kissed you again, his mouth moving over yours with a primal hunger, as if he couldn't get enough of you. “All my dreams and all the lights mean,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “Nothing without you.”

[kaiser1ns]

#. DIOSA FROM ORQUÍDEAS ꕥ @17020'S EVENT !

featuring 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 ıllı. umemiya hajime, togame jo, endo yamato

fluff. a celebration of self-love, empowerment, and confidence. he's always by your side, as if he's in a trance, spoiling you and always having you on his mind. he is more than willing to worship you like the goddess that you are.

i want to give my special thanks to the person to whom all this is due. amor, thank you for the wonderful opportunity, thank you for being such an amazing person, a real goddess! i hope you and everyone else, writing and reading, will enjoy the orquídeas shared with our favourites ♡

UMEMIYA HAJIME

The world could crumble, and the stars could fall from the sky, yet Umemiya Hajime would remain on his feet with a smile on his face and a bouquet in his hand. He'd walk through fire for you, dive into the deepest depths of the ocean, conquer every mountain, plant every seed, just to see his love grow and grow more for you. His eyes will never lose that warm flame, that spark, that burns only for you. You feel it in every glance, every whispered word and every touch. It's almost overwhelming, the intensity of his adoration, but you revel in it. You bask in the warmth of his affection, knowing that you are the center of his universe.

Hajime knows you better than you know yourself. He has memorized the way your eyes light up when you talk about your dreams and the subtle change in your voice when you speak of things that matter most to you. He knows what brings a smile to your face—a particular song, the scent of your favorite flowers, the quiet moments shared in the garden of Eden. He also understands what brings tears to your eyes, the memories that haunt you, and the fears that sometimes creep into your heart. But most importantly, he knows what makes you feel loved, cherished, and adored.

It might be daunting for some, the way he is always attuned to your every need, but for you, it's a comfort. You find joy in his attentiveness, in the way he anticipates your desires before you even voice them. His friends often tease him about how he spends all his time thinking of you, and how he seems to have little room for anything else in his life. But you find it amusing, a proof of the depth of his feelings. They don't understand the bond you share, the unspoken connection that ties your souls together.

You are used to getting what you want. The universe seems to have a way of bending to your will, of aligning itself with your desires. And in Umemiya Hajime, the universe has given you the greatest gift of all. He is the embodiment of love, the very essence of devotion. To you, he is more than a man; he is a force of nature, a manifestation of your deepest dreams and wishes.

Hajime treats you like a goddess, showering you with the kind of love that poets write about and artists strive to capture in their work. You see it in his eyes, a reverence that makes you feel like the most precious being in existence. He is your most fervent admirer. And you, in turn, are his goddess of love, the divine presence that completes him, inspires him and fuels his every action.

“You deserve the world, and I will spend my life giving it to you.”

You've faced heartache and pain in your life, moments that have left scars on your heart. But he has shown you what true love is. He has healed those wounds with his unwavering care, replacing sorrow with joy, and fear with security. With him, you feel safe, cherished, and above all, loved. His love is a salve, a gentle touch that soothes and mends, making you whole again.

Your belief in the law of attraction has never been stronger. You understand now that confidence and a strong sense of self can indeed bring about the desires of your heart. Hajime is living proof of this. With him, you feel empowered, as if the universe itself is conspiring to make your every dream come true.

Every moment with him is a treasure, a precious gem that you hold close to your heart. His love is a melody, a sweet, lingering tune that plays in the background of your life, making everything more beautiful, and more vibrant. You savor the way he looks at you, the way he holds you, the way he whispers your name with such tenderness. It's as if he has unlocked a part of you that you never knew existed, a part that is capable of experiencing the kind of love that transcends time and space.

As you rest your head against his chest, you think about how fortunate you are and how the universe, in its infinite wisdom, has brought you together, intertwining your fates in a dance of love and devotion. And as you gaze into Hajime's eyes, you know with absolute certainty that this is where you are meant to be — you have found your soulmate, your partner, your forever.

TOGAME JO

In his presence, you feel like you're dancing on clouds, weightless and free. The worries of the world dissolve as he takes your hand, pulling you closer. You gaze into his eyes, finding yourself reflected in their depths, and you know that he holds your heart in his hands.

Togame Jo’s love is like a long, beautiful dream, one that you never want to wake from. He tried to play it cool at first, but your presence ignites something within him. You’re so hot, so captivating, that he melts the moment he lays eyes on you. His smile, once reserved and composed, now breaks free with a joy that matches the intensity of his feelings.

You feel his heartbeat in the silence, a steady, rhythmic pulse that syncs with your own. The room fades away, leaving just the two of you in a moment of pure bliss. His wish was granted the moment he found you; the goddess he dreamt of is now in his arms, granting him the greatest gift of all – your love.

He whispers sweet nothings into your ear, his breath warm against your skin. You close your eyes, savoring the sensation, knowing that nothing can stop this. Nothing could keep you apart. He’s giving you his best, his all, and you accept it with open arms. The goddess within you recognizes his devotion, his unwavering commitment. It’s the least you can do to bless him with your fondness, to hold him close and never let go.

"Look into my heart, you’ll find only love there, love for you."

You know he speaks the truth. His love is evident in every gesture, every touch. There’s no need for him to prove himself, for the sincerity in his eyes says it all. The world seems to pause when he wraps his arms around you, holding you as if to shield you from anything that might come between you.

It wasn’t mere chance that you were brought together. The universe had a hand in it, orchestrating your meeting long before you were even aware. Destiny had plans for the two of you, plans that have unfolded beautifully, leading you to this moment. You, the lonely goddess, have found your true companion in Togame, a man who cherishes you beyond measure.

Heaven itself seems to be smiling down on you, as if acknowledging the perfection of your union. You fell from the stars, and he has caught you every single time, never letting you slip away. The temptation to love and be loved by him is irresistible, a sweet promise of happiness that neither of you can deny. You are captivated by the way he loves you, with a devotion that feels both ancient and new, as if you are discovering each other all over again with every shared moment.

In his heart, there is only purness and awe for the goddess who chose him, the one who made him feel and do things in ways he never thought possible. His entire world revolves around this precious connection, a love that feels as eternal as the stars. As he holds you close, he silently thanks the universe for granting him this unparalleled blessing, knowing that every moment with you is like falling in love all over again.

ENDO YAMATO

Endo Yamato’s eyes always seem to find you first. The moment you step into a room, it’s as if the rest of the world fades away, leaving only the two of you. His gaze is intense yet tender, a silent vow that he’s yours—body, mind, and soul. He doesn’t need to say it; it’s an unspoken truth that’s engraved into every touch, every look, every breath you share.

From the very first moment he met you, he knew his life had changed forever. Before you, everything was simple, predictable, almost painfully dull. He was a prodigy, praised and admired by everyone around him. He excelled in everything he did—whether it was academics or sports—leaving people in awe of his talents. But that admiration felt hollow, devoid of any true emotion. He lived his life on autopilot, going through the motions because that’s what was expected of him. He never understood what it meant to feel until you came into his life.

You were different. You didn’t look at him with the same awe-struck eyes that everyone else did. You saw him as an equal, a person with strengths and flaws, not just a prodigy on a pedestal. And when you smiled at him, it wasn’t because of his accomplishments, but because you saw something in him that no one else did. You saw the real Yamato, the one who had never truly been loved for who he was.

It was at that moment, when you reached out to him, that he realized what he had been missing all his life. Love. True, deep, consuming love. And now, he can’t imagine a life without you. He doesn’t want to. You are his muse, his guiding star, the one who painted his world with colors he never knew existed. 

“ I have fallen for you and I’ll never stop loving you. Not in this life, not in the next.”

Yamato is utterly devoted to you, in a way that transcends mere affection. It’s as if he’s in a trance, completely enchanted by you. He follows you with an almost reverent devotion, always by your side, always ready to do whatever it takes to make you happy. You’re his queen, his goddess, and he’s more than willing to worship you as such. Every glance from you is a command, every smile a reward he strives to earn over and over again.

He never hesitates to spoil you, to shower you with affection and gifts, to do whatever it takes to see that smile on your face. He lives for your happiness, and when you’re pleased, it feels like the world is exactly as it should be. They say you must have enchanted him, that there’s something otherworldly about the way he adores you. But you know the truth. It’s love, pure and simple, a love so deep that it has reshaped his very soul.

And in return, you adore him just as fiercely. You love the way he looks at you as if you’re the center of his universe. You love the way he always knows exactly what you need, what you want. You love how he’s always there, he is someone you can always rely on. With him, you feel cherished, and treasured, as if you are the most important person in the world. And in his eyes, you are.

You can see how he’s grown, how he’s learned to love, to care, to feel, all because of you. You’ve opened his heart, and now it beats only for you. He’s like a butterfly, drawn irresistibly to your sweet scent, caught in the web of your love, and he doesn’t want to escape. He’s fallen for you, completely and irrevocably, and he couldn’t be happier.

He believes he was born to worship you, to be by your side, to love you with everything he has. And you, in turn, have learned to accept his devotion, to revel in it, because you know it’s what you deserve. You are his queen, his goddess, and he will spend the rest of his life proving that he is worthy of you. You are his everything, and he is yours.

It’s not about ego, or power, or control. It’s about love, a love that is deep and true, a love that binds you together in a way that nothing else can. You feel him shudder slightly in your arms, as you pull back just enough to look into his eyes and see tears welling up, but then he relaxes, the tension easing as he lets himself be vulnerable with you. He cries, not out of sadness, but out of pure, unadulterated joy. Еach tear is real, showing how it flows into the deepest oceans of his devotedness, which overflows into the waters of true love.

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[reubyanne]

Krypton Kingdom, a place where the majority of the citizens live with super powers. people that are born without them are considered mid-lower class, the ones that do the dirty jobs. and some of them are even treated like slaves.

The birth of their first prince was bizarre, since it's usually a princess that was born from royalty. they're partying here and there, festivals that lasted for 3 months, all people from high to low class cheered together. a magic 3 months of no crimes in the kingdom.

The kingdom Announced the prince's name, it's Kal El. Descendants of the sun, a gift from the Gods.

Kal's 7th birthday, the crucial age for a prince to finally learn about his kingdom and its people. one of the aristocrats gives him a slave, a little boy that is the same age as his. they said he is from a fallen merchant family, his parents killed, and the boy gets trafficked to be a slave. he's so well behaved and understand manner, he's so smart that it'll be a waste if he's end up being the dirty worker.

The boy's name is Bruce Wayne, from the former Wayne family merchant.

The first week in the kingdom was hard for Bruce. he's so silent that most people think he's mute, he just doesn't want to talk to people. even people didn't notice Bruce's footsteps, he just appeared randomly.

Kal likes his new friend. he doesn't understand what a slave is. Bruce is a friend, but not a royal one. so he tries his best to get Bruce to his side. he brings him sweets, takes him to play around the garden, reading books in the library, even having a secret sleep over in Kal's room. but the place that Kal noticed Bruce really like is the training ground. that 7 years old wielding a heavy wooden sword like nothing.

Kal likes his friend and wants to support him, so he tells his sword master to train Bruce. but the sword master, instead of teaching Bruce, is bullying the little boy. beating the little slave from shoulder down so the prince wouldn't notice.

but they were wrong. Kal never uses his x-ray vision on Bruce, but that time when they play, Bruce is groaning in pain. take a little peek, Kal noticed his friend has a broken arm and some ribs. he flies Bruce to the physician, and quickly fires the swordmaster.

The extremely kind prince got angry for the first time. and it's about the little slave he got as a birthday present.

"I'm okay, don't be mad anymore." Bruce said.

"what do you mean?! he literally beat you up! I can't let that happen, especially to my friend!" Kal put his hands to his hips.

"no, Kal.. i.. deserve this." Bruce looks down at his wounds. "everything that happened to me is my fault."

Kal would never understand humans, especially his friend in front of him.

[boosnotes]

Dude, I fucked up

Sonic T. Hedgehog x reader (platonic) & Shadow T. Hedgehog x reader (romantic)

Warning: none

Genre: eeeh... comedy? cause its not funny and absurd enough to be a crack fic

A/n: im not totally in love with this work, but i hate throwing them away

"I think I like Shadow." You blurted out suddenly, Sonic slowly turned his head around and gave you a very concerned look. You two were hanging out, watching a shitty movie, one of those that are so bad they're good. This was something you had to get out of your chest, to try at least to check if it's actually real and not your brain confusing love for having someone just treating you decently.

"Why would you do that to yourself?" His tone showed genuine worry, he hadn't moved a bit, his body was in shock, but his face wasn't, and his hand was still in the air right about to eat a chip.

"I don't know…" You now hang your head low, trying to make sense of your life choices, this one by far was one of your more questionable ones, which isn't a lot if you think about it, don't think about it, you're already dealing with something too serious for your heart. The blue hedgehog slowly nodded, his body relaxing a little, seeing his shoulder slack down and his hand retrieved back to the chip bowl.

"Ok… What do you like about him?" He tapped around the topic, he deserved some kind of explanation after that bomb of a statement. There was a part of him that wanted to support you, but it seemed that you didn't even support yourself. Shadow was a complicated person in general, even to befriend, he had a lot of first-hand experience in that.

"Ummm… His personality?" That came out way more in a questioning way than a statement, did you seriously like this guy? He is attractive indeed, but that's just an objective fact, not much of an opinion, but is he enough to make you like him in that way? I mean, sure, you had dreamt of him way too many times, but that's normal, totally platonic, you never kissed him in those dreams, ok, you did fuck that one time, but it doesn't even count.

"Which one? Depressed emotionally unavailable guy?" Your statements did not stop surprising him, it felt like he was chained to the ocean and tortured by feeling the waves hit him with brute force.

"Yeah, I guess…" He is sweet in his way, he just has a hard time expressing his emotions. And it's really interesting when he has those moments of talking, he knows a lot about the things he loves. He also gifts you useful things, like vitamins and a spare gun, and he takes the time to teach you how to use it correctly.

"Dude…" You stayed in an awkward silence, him staring at you as if you grew a head out of your toe. He was a hopeful guy, but maybe you weren't part of that hope. He doesn't even know if Shadow even considers him his friend, he will break your heart.

"What? I think I do, like really do. Should I confess?" You gave him a tight-set smile, clearly uncomfortable and scared of that idea. He was unpredictable, and you didn't want him to hate you or be disgusted by you, you are well aware feelings are not his forte, but you don't want to lie to him either, you don't know if you can now that you're aware of this. Sonic's eyebrows dropped and shook his head, no, it was a bad idea.

"I can be your wingman-"

"No." You cut him off, if confessing was bad, having him put you together was ten times worse. You were doomed, you fucked up, you did the only thing you were not supposed to. The moment he saw you panicking internally, he grabbed your shoulder and made you look at him.

"Stop, you're going to be the cutest couple ever, I will make that happen, even if it costs my life." His eyes were determined, they had that characteristic fire he had when battling, it made you calm down, and he always got his way, for better or worse. You gently nodded your head, making the executive decision to put your future love life in his hand. Maybe it was another of your questionable decisions, but you didn't want to deal with that.

Either way, if this goes bad, you can always blame it on Sonic being Sonic

[wallofchynax]

Razor Ramon x Wife!Reader Headcanons (both NSFW and SFW)

Requested! Thank you so much. I've been NEEDING an excuse to write something for him because I'm OBSESSED with him.

REQUESTS CURRENTLY CLOSED.

Content Warning: female reader, PIV, possessiveness, dirty talk, spanking, praise kink, fingering and riding

SFW HEADCANONS

Husband!Razor treats you like his prized possession. He needs his wife to turn heads wherever she goes which means he makes sure that you are draped in luxury. Your nails? Always done. Your lips? Always glossed. Expensive perfumes, designer dresses, the softest silk robes—whatever you want, he makes sure you have it. But his favourite gifts to give are jewellery, gold bracelets, diamond earrings, a necklace that rests right against your collarbone, something that reminds everyone who you belong to. He takes you out for spa days, ensuring you’re always pampered. He loves showing you off. Whether it's in a tight little dress on his arm or silky lingerie that's just for him, you get the ONLY the best from him.

“You deserve the best, chica. Only the best.”

Husband!Razor loves when other men look at you but only because he gets to be the show that you belong to him. The moment a guy stares at you a little too long, Razor just smirks and pulls you closer, hand gripping his waist.

Husband!Razor smells incredible and it tends to linger on your skin. Whether it's the expensive cologne, cigar smoke or aftershaves, whenever he pulls you against his chest, you smell of him for hours

Husband!Razor's love language is physical touch. He doesn't hide his affections for you, not even in public. He'll be talking to someone in the locker room and he will just pull you into his lap just because he likes to hold you whenever he can. He's always got a protective hand on you, hand on your lower back, on your thigh when you sit beside him, or laced with your fingers as he leads you somewhere. It's subtle but it's there. A reminder that you belong to him

Husband!Razor's favourite part of the day is when he gets to hang out with you alone at the day. After long nights on the road, the first thing he wants is your touch, your kiss, the scent of you. He’ll bury his face in your neck, groaning like a man starved, drinking in your warmth.

“Mmm, mami, you don’t know how much I missed you.”

Husband!Razor will not let you forget how much he wants you. Whether it's pulling you into a teasing kiss before he leaves, murmuring something in your ear that makes your skin warm, or giving you that grin to make you guess exactly what he's thinking about when he looks at you - he's a firm believer of keeping the fire between the both of you hot.

Husband!Razor is a menace when it comes to your legs. Razor worships your legs. He loves when you wear heels, just so he can watch the way your calves flex. He’ll slide his hands up your thighs any chance he gets, praising how perfect they are. He’ll pull you into his lap just to drape them over his thighs, tracing lazy circles on your skin.

NSFW HEADCANONS

Husband!Razor lives for the sight of your body underneath him. Your curves, your plumpness of your tits, the shape of your ass, the way your thighs tremble when he spreads your legs open with his hands. He doesn't just touch you, he devours. His mouth leaves marks everywhere. There is nowhere else he'd rather be. He always holds you down; his fingers dig into the meat of your ass, keeping you exactly where he wants you, knees pressing into the mattress, your back arched, the slick heat between your legs throbbing against his cock.

Husband!Razor's dirty talk? He likes to praise you but he's so fucking filthy with it;

“Mmm, mi reina… look at you. You were made to be fucked like this.”

"Fuck, mami... you take me so damn good. Look at this—so wet for me, so tight."

He also doesn't fuck you in silence. He groans low in his throat, curses in his language (including various nicknames he's given you), mutters how tight you are right against your ear. He wants you loud, wants to hear every moan, every breathy gasp, every choked-out cry.

Husband!Razor doesn't let you get all shy on him. If you try and hide you face in your hands or in the sheets and pillows, he'll grab your jaw and force you to look at him while he fucks you. He makes you maintain eye contact with him when you come undone so he can watch it in your eyes. It is the single most hottest thing he's ever seen in his life.

Husband!Razor has thick, long and calloused fingers. He won't even remove his rings when he fucks you with his fingers. He knows exactly how to drive you up the wall. He knows exactly how to curl his fingers dragging against that spot that makes your whole body jolt. If he's feeling particularly cruel, he'll press his hand against your stomach when he fingers you to truly make you see stars.

Husband!Razor loves it when you straddle his waist and ride him. As much as he loves fucking you slow and deep, sometimes he likes to just lay back and watch you take him in. His big hands grip your hips, dragging you down onto his cock, controlling your movements. He leans back, watching, eyes dark, lips parted, groaning low as he watches you bounce on his lap. Occasionally he might smack your ass or hold you still so he can fuck into you hard but he'll just let you do your thing.

[the-kr8tor]

Oh so you want dad!Hobie requests? Take this shot;

dad!Hobie planning a mother's day surprise for R with the twins 🥹 he wants to make something handmade (of course) with them as a gift and a family dinner and R can't move a finger! It's her day so Hobie is the one responsible for everything as she rests and/or gets some quality time with the three loves of her life.

(R may be a bit skeptical because for a week Hobie's been acting weird from all the hiding but she just gives him the benefit of the doubt and in the end it's just him being utterly in love for her)

(Ow why'd you have to shoot me, bleaky?) Thank you for the lovely request!! 😘❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, dad! Hobie, mum! Reader, Billie and Ramona AU, dad AU, twin AU, Fluff.

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You wake up to silence, it's quiet, and you smile, muscles relaxed as you hug your pillow. Eyes opening wide awake, you realize that it's too quiet. You've overslept, judging from the clock that blinks eleven am. This would be heaven for you but the eerie quiet has you flipping the covers away hastily, almost tripping over your own feet as you leave your shared bedroom; not even bothering to put on your slippers. Your mind races to different scenarios, a villain has your daughters, your five year old girls are currently making their own breakfast downstairs and now there's a fire. Or worse, green goblin is making breakfast for them.

“Billie!” You call, feet bounding down the stairs. “Mon—!” Skidding to a halt, you release a sigh of relief at the scene in front of you.

Your little family has their own aprons on. Hobie has your purple frilly one, while Billie and Ramona have their own, pink and yellow with little butterflies that's a bit big on their little frames. Their curls all tied up atop their heads neatly, courtesy of Hobie. All three of them are properly dressed up, like they've been awake for hours. You guess that they have been based on how messy the kitchen is, yet there's no speck of sauce or icing on their chubby cheeks or on their cute outfits.

They freeze on the spot, like you just hit pause on the remote control. Billie has her finger floating above a bowl, probably sneaking a taste while her dad is turned away, kneeled in front of the oven where he's halfway taking out a freshly baked cake. His mouth agape, hazel eyes blinking like a deer in the headlights. You just now notice how your home smells like a bakery and a restaurant. Sporting a pair of baking mitts on, he winces at the ruined surprise. Mona's eyes are wide, a box of sprinkles in her smaller hands. A huge dollop of the sugary treat escapes the confines of the box, colourful sprinkles raining down on the pink icing.

“Hi mummy—” Mona tries to nonchalantly greet you but Billie surrenders, arms raised, grinning from ear to ear.

“Happy mother's day, mummy!” Billie quickly climbs down the stool with the grace of a baby giraffe. Socked feet running towards you, you bend your knees to catch her before she hits your legs. Giggling, she embraces your neck. “Surprise!”

“Oh thank you, dovey!” Pecking her temple, squeezing her tight, you feel Mona tugging down at your shirt. “Hi, baby.” Beaming down, you scoop her up, already an expert at carrying your two babies at once.

Mona holds out a candy flower for you, a shy smile on her lips, eyes soft and adorable at how she looks at you like you deserve the whole world. “Happy mummy's day, mummy.”

“Thank you, my flower.” She hides her face on the crook of your neck, you'd shower them both with kisses but someone else gets your attention.

Hobie saunters over to you, a bouquet of flowers in his arms that he procured from somewhere. All multicolored petals and seemingly out of this world. Still in your apron, he reaches for you all smooth and suave, eyes glued to your flustered face. Pulling you by the waist, he single handedly holds the three of you.

“Mornin’”

“It's definitely a good morning.” The twins watch the interaction, their eyes flicking over to the enticing flowers that seem to be painted with watercolors and with its petals opening and closing slowly. “What's all this?”

“It's mother's day, love. Did you forget?” Hobie teases, mischievous smile that you eagerly want to smooch away. You resist while your babies are still in your arms.

“Actually I did, I had a busy week.” You apologetically say even though none of it was your fault. There was trouble at work, to which you had to stay far longer than you should have for a couple of days. Then there was Mona who had the sniffles, and of course Billie followed with her own fever. On top of all that, you missed Hobie dearly while he had to stay overnight in spider society.

Hobie knows you had a crappy week, he appreciates everything you do, to the smallest things, to the heavier stuff that he wouldn't have solved if not for your help and mere presence alone. He wants to say so much gooey lovey stuff to you, to show how much he still loves you even after all these years of being together. And how that love has never wavered even for a second.

But for now, he'd settle for the breakfast that he and his girls prepared for you. There's lunch too, and dinner. He thinks that the surprise isn't all ruined since he still has a few tricks up his leather sleeves.

“Let's help you remember, yeah?” Hobie turns towards Billie and Mona who are mesmerized by the flowers. “What do you say, mac and cheese, let's give mum the best mother's day?” They stay quiet, eyes glued onto the other wordly flowers. Looking at it closely, it's all mechanical. You then realize that he made the entire bouquet, the thought has your heart melting.

Hobie shakes his head with a smile. “When I told you lot to keep quiet while baking, I didn't say to forever be this quiet. You two are scaring mum and dad.”

You chuckle, shaking them lightly in your arms. They look like they're out of the spell. Grinning up at you, eyes sparkling under the kitchen lights. They hug you simultaneously, you can feel how they relax completely in your arms just like how they used to back when they were still in their cribs. There's a part of you who wishes they don't grow up too fast so you could have more moments like this.

“How'd you get them to stay all quiet?” You ask, there's heat behind your eyes. Tears of happiness almost spilling over when Hobie places the flowers behind him and on the counter to hold you fully in his arms. He subtly helps with carrying the girls with how his arms snake around and under yours .

“Simple, told ‘em it was all for mum.”

You could feel the sob in your throat, Hobie laughs, not at how your lips wobble but it's the only thing he manages to do from how deep he is in the fog of affection around you four.

“Happy mother's day, love.”

[starlightshadowsworld]

Tw child abuse

Concept: Atsushi doesn’t leave the Orphanage unscathed (combined with my headcanon that Atsushi’s weakness is fire.)

The Headmasters ire was never not aimed at Atsushi. But on that final day it felt demonic. He ran but two other staff members held him in place.

Through every punch.

Every kick to his frail broken body.

Atsushi thinks he passed out when the hot poker seared his flesh. But all he can recall from that were the sound of his own own screams.

Just as Atsushi thought he was going to die he was tossed out into the freezing night.

He was no stranger to the cold. To the pain that had become his only companion in life. But this was unbearable. Yet he gritted his teeth and crawled away from the closed gates.

His clothes were shredded from age and being torn apart into makeshift bandages. Atsushi didn’t really know how to tend to wounds, especially burns as severe as these.

It’s not like he’d ever been worth wasting medical supplies over.

Hunger was another old friend that joined him on the way. It probably sounded weird that Atsushi was grateful for it. It kept his mind off the scars that scattered across his body.

How they burned no matter how cold he was.

The tiger popped around days later and Atsushi wondered if being eaten would hurt any less.

Atsushi wasn’t really paying attention to the bandaged man’s…Dazai’s words. The cold water felt like both a blessing a curse. He contemplated jumping back in. But the evenings chill would get him if he tried.

Dazai frowned, noticing something amiss but figured it was simply Atsushi’s hunger. And yet that unease didn’t fade once Atsushi had eaten more then a few bowls of chazuke.

The relief at being full was quickly overtaken by the pain. Because now it was front and centre in Atsushi’s mind. He wasn’t listening to Dazai and Kunikida, not really.

He got up to leave and cried out when Kunikida lifted him up. For the action caused his charred shirt to rise up and rub against the burns on his stomach.

Kunikida let him go, concern flashing in his eyes as he wordlessly turned to his partner. Checking that Dazai had seen it too, which he had now.

The little bit of damage they’d manage to see was horrific. The fact Atsushi wasn’t on the ground crying in agony told them, along with the holes in his story that he was gifted.

Because no average person could survive such wounds.

Dazai jumped as the tiger leaped at him. Nullifying the ability but not before making a mental note of the patches of damaged fur.

He caught Atsushi and gently laid him on the ground. Just as Kunikida walked in closely followed by Yosano. Atsushi awoke soon enough, taking the new information about as well as one could.

And then… “Atsushi, are you hurt?” Atsushi not so subtly shrank back at the question. “It’s fine” came the immediate response.

Yosano gave Dazai and Kunikida a look and without a word both got up and left. Standing out by the door just incase.

“You’re not in any trouble.” The disbelief on his face made her both mad and sad. She’d seen to many with such an expression and it never got easier.

From the brief talk with Kunikida she could tell was Atsushi a person that assumed everything was his fault. It was probably why he got hurt to begin with. As some sort of twisted punishment.

She couldn’t wait to show those people something truly twisted.

“You don’t have to tell me. I just want to make sure that you’re okay.” The honesty might’ve been why Atsushi hesitantly rolled up his shirt. Yosano didn’t let her anger show and instead focused on inspect the wounds after gaining Atsushi’s consent.

Her touch was feather light and he slowly began to explain how he got such injuries to begin with. “You didn’t deserve any of that” she hoped one day he’d believe her. For now Yosano was just relieved he’d let her treat his wounds.

Without her gift that is which she wasn’t surprised by but accepted. Atsushi had suffered enough anyway.

Yosano did what she could. Kunikida used his ability to conjure up any equipment she didn’t have on hand. While Dazai sat by Atsushi’s side and regaled him in the most ridiculous tales as he laid in their infirmary.

Atsushi should’ve been admitted to the hospital but with the bounty there was no chance of that happening. He was afraid but he seemed to have done trust in them. Which after all he’d been through was a miracle in enough itself.

His burns were severe and he’d developed a fever but Atsushi would heal. It would take a lot of work, regular check ups and salves but slowly but surely he would heal. Hopefully it wouldn’t just be his injuries.

“So he’s joining us right?” Asked Yosano, stepping out to the main office. It was only the three of them here at this hour. “Yup” said Dazai and though Kunikida looked sceptical he nodded.

“Alright, but we’ll have to post pone the entrance exam and we’ll need to ensure his health is a priority during his time with us” and on Kunikuda rambled because he’d already grown fond over Atsushi.

The other two teased Kunikida as they made a scheduleso that someone would be with Atsushi throughout the night. Checking up on him and making very elaborate revenge plots against his orphanage.

Atsushi was one of theres they just needed to make it official.

[marveloustimestwo]

Yandere Corlys Velaryon and secon wife reader.

I felt as though Rhaenys deserved some love here too. Still not over what happened to her.

Warnings: Yandere themes, one mention of other lords' poor treatment of their spouses, and one implication of murder

I can see both of them being pretty easy and normal as long as you're with them willingly.

Both of them are very charming if they want someone's attention. They know how to talk, and if they find themselves falling as fast as they are, they will talk well in order to make you interested in them as well.

Corlys in particular is very ambitious. When he becomes set on something, which is now you, it becomes very difficult to sway him from his goal.

In the world of Westeros, it would be very difficult to not accept their advances. Not when the Lord of the Tides, as rich as they come, and the Queen Who Never Was, who rode the fearsome dragon Meleys were the ones who showed such interest.

It didn't help that they were sweet. The gentleness and respect they treated you with were a welcome surprise when many other lords would ignore their wives at best and beat them at worst.

Despite Corlys's ambition and want for you, both he and Rhaenys would still take their time in getting to know you before proposing anything serious.

The only thing that would make them work a bit faster was the impending threat of someone else taking your hand.

If your father believes he has found a better match for you, Corlys would not hesitate to show him how wrong he was. There is no one else who could provide for you better. He is the Lord of the Tides, with the most access to ports and ships, along with a vast amount of riches. That, and there was no doubt in Corlys's mind that no other lord would treat you better than he could.

If another lord found himself vying for your attention, neither Corlys nor Rhaenys would take it too seriously. They trust you enough to know who the better match is.

If not, they have no problem finding a way to get rid of the pest.

As for actually marrying you, Westeros tends to stray away from certain things such as taking two wives, especially the Faith of the Seven.

Corlys and Rhaenys wouldn't particularly care about their opinions unless they actually tried to get in the way.

At the very least, they'll be happy to go through a Valyrien wedding and seal the marriage through fire and blood. For them, that is enough to have the marriage be a legitimate one.

Living the rest of their lives with you is the best they could ever dream of.

Corlys using his wealth to give you the finest gifts, as well as bringing you back intriguing things he's found on his journeys. If you'd like, he'd even take you with him on his long travels at sea.

Rhaenys would adore taking you on flights with Meleys and sees it as her own time bonding with you. Meleys would also adore you, her bond with Rhaenys helping her sense the sheer devotion her rider feels for you.

At times, Rhaenys would also enjoy urging Meleys to go a little faster, or to weave up and down a bit just to scare you. Never anything that actually puts you in danger, but just enough to make you hold onto her a little tighter.

Their time spent with you is something they hold very dear. From their time spent traveling with you to calm nights spent by the fire, filled with nothing but contentment and joy. It is something they would fight until the very end to protect.