#him too. he gets a special tag. i despise him (Affectionate)

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they have the ENTIRE guard wrapped around their finger no wonder they are so insufferable

uncle j: hey buddy what’s--

blaine: THROW SPADER IN THE RIVER DO IT DO IT NOW

wizard guard 1: spader? what’d he do? blaine: CUZ HE FUCKING PUSHED ME THATS-- uncle j: language

uncle j: but, blaine, we can’t just throw spader in the river because you’re mad at him--

wizard guard 2: we can’t? uncle j: NO?!

uncle j: DO YOU DO ANYTHING BLAINE TELLS YOU TO??

wizard guard 2: yeah wizard guard 3: pretty much

[halliestinks]

Not enough butters appreciation smh 😔 since ny sweet boy deserves better can I pls get headcanons of a reader who has like a MASSIVE crush on him and is super affectionate and sweet with him and he's not used to it

Butters x Reader who has a Massive Crush on him

a/n: YES PLS MORE BUTTERS REQUESTS!!! I agree 100% he doesn’t get enough appreciation and he’s literally one of my favourite characters (apart from clyde) 🙁🙁

• you’ve always been head over heels for butters, the way he’s so sweet and genuine to others and how he never has any underlying intentions when he’s being friendly to you always gave you butterflies

• he of course is completely oblivious to your crush, assuming you just think of him as really good pal

• butters isn’t used to someone being so openly affectionate towards him, so when you start showing him affection he gets confused and unsure how to react

• he often blushes and stammers, not knowing how to handle your overwhelming sweetness

• is soo confused, like somebody actually likes being around him???? AND they’re not just using him?????

• despite his confusion you are super patient. you know that butters may need time to adjust to your affectionate nature, you simply enjoy making him feel appreciated

• you despise how everyone uses him, constantly finding yourself sticking up for him even when he doesn’t realize he needs it

• you get so defensive whenever somebody exploits his naivety, though often times he reassures you that it’s okay and he is willingly helping whoever is taking advantage of him. (he doesn’t understand he’s just being used)

“butters just think about it before you agree, please? for me?”

“w—well alright…”

• it sometimes ends with you stopping him, while other times you aren’t so lucky. you make sure to tag along just in case something happens anyways

• complimenting him throughout the day is a must, it will successfully leave him feeling giddy and majorly boosts his confidence

• the first time it happened probably went like this;

“your smile is really cute :)”

“aw gee!! thanks y/n!!! you have a cute smile too!!!”

“☺️”

“…wait”

• takes a minute for him to realise what you just said. he literally NEVER gets compliments so it catches him off guard

• immediately goes red and fiddles with his thumbs as he usually does when he gets shy

• his reaction made you want to compliment him all the time, it irks you so much that he’s never really had much affection towards him

• you usually suggest places to hang out, like at an arcade or a restaurant, etc. he will agree to go no matter where it is, he’s just happy to have somebody who genuinely wants to be around him

• chilling at home together is equally as fun, watching movies while either you play with his hair or he plays with yours

• his parents adore you, they constantly ask if you want to come over for lunch/dinner. they’ll even make an exception for you to visit whenever butters is grounded

• one time you actually got grounded with butters for doing something silly, so you had to stay in his room for the entirety of your stay. you ended up having alot of fun that day, and you got closer to butters so you decide it was worth the grounding

• butters will sometimes surprise you with homemade gifts, or he’ll save up his money to buy you something you’ve mentioned wanting a few times

“do ya like it?? I made it ‘specially for you!!”

“…this is the nicest gift anyone has ever gotten me 😖”

“a—are you crying?!”

• your heart practically melts, it baffles you how somebody can be so pure and yet doesn’t get the love he deserves from others

• it doesn’t take long before he starts to realize just how much he enjoys your company, your sweetness and affection leaving him with a funny feeling in his stomach after hanging out. and he finds himself falling for you too

• I feel like he would probably confess to you almost immediately after he realizes his feelings for you

• you would be hanging out at his place playing a board game, until he can’t hold it in any longer and just straight up confesses

“I—I really like you y/n! like… I like— like you… do you uh.. like— like me too??”

“of course I like— like you too butters!!! I have for ages, I thought you already knew??”

“really?!? I had no idea!!!”

“and here I thought I made it so obvious.”

• the two of you start dating afterwards and nobody is surprised, almost everybody thought you were already a couple so!!

• anyways, he tries his hardest to be the best partner ever. and you do the same, making sure he knows how much you love him everyday <3

[dianaladrislovebot]

politely begging you to say more about autistic caine. if you are so inclined

it is my duty to serve dear anon, here are your autistic!caine hcs, i hope i’ve done him justice 🫡

incredibly picky eater. pushes his food miles away from each other so nothing touches before he’ll eat it.

very particular about food textures too. hates anything crunchy.

will not eat sandwich crusts out of principle. always gives them to either diana or drake.

he’s very socially inept and most of the time doesn’t actually realise that what he’s doing is considered as wrong. doesn’t recognise that other people have thoughts and opinions either. he just forgets other humans exist. the concept is lost on him. has the same thing w animals.

he’s really bad at recognising faces. he understands what is considered conventionally attractive but doesn’t seem to care. he’s more focused on particular features (for example, he likes how nice diana’s skin feels. it’s very smooth. he doesn’t notice her face a lot of the time.) he’ll just see a face and think it’s a good face rather than an attractive face. bad at recognising expressions as well.

is super sensitive to touch, almost repulsed by it. he absolutely hates people touching him and is why he isn’t affectionate w diana at all. (he soon realises that sometimes it’s okay but only if it’s diana)

he’s really sensitive w specific sensations too, he can’t wear specific clothing bc they feel wrong. clothing tags make him crazy, he can’t deal w silk or scratchy materials etc

has had the same safe food (gravy. literally puts it on everything even if it’s gross) since he was a kid and will get violent if he can’t have it (they’ve made special arrangements at the school so he always has access to it)

doesn’t actually understand how relationships work (partly by autism partly by parental trauma). it’s really hard for him to truly open up and trust someone and most of the time he simply doesn’t want to. doesn’t understand that people are friends bc they care about each other and it’s not just transactional and/or business like.

when he gets too overwhelmed (too much noise, too much light, too many sensations, etc) he’ll just freeze. he’ll completely shut down, his thoughts will stop and he will practically disassociate to get away from the “too much”. he will have to be directed away from the situation by somebody else bc he’s not in enough control to do so himself

biting his thumbnail is a stim. bites his other fingernails too. also cracks his knuckles a lot (which bothers everyone around him). playing w his hair is also a stim bc his hair is important to him and it makes him feel safe

wears his socks inside out. absolutely despises the stupid grooves and bumps that socks have so he just turns them inside out. diana makes fun of him for this

that’s all i’ve got for now but if you’d like more i’m always obliged to write funky little words about my # 1 blorbo <3

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Come a Little Closer | Chapter 2

Read: Chapter 1

Words: 3213

Pairs: gn!reader/Arthur; f!MC/Mozart

Tags: swearing; drinking; spoilers from Mozart’s and Arthur’s route in one big bowl of salad; lots of pet names (because I love it); MC is the one in-game, just to make it more clear; Mozart being petty; reader and Arthur being adorable and chaotic; suggestive scenes because we have Arthot as one of the main characters; Arthur simping over you.

Notes: Writing this fic is making me love Arthur so much. He used to share 3rd place in my heart with Jean. Now he's moved up to 2nd place, alongside Mozart :')

I don’t remember if there’s another piano outside Mozart’s music room in the mansion, but for the sake of the plot, we’ll assume there is.

The best decision ever made in your life was giving Arthur a chance.

Well, actually, it was to follow Comte through that door; that’s the start of every happy moment of the past year. But, the writer turned out to be the best boyfriend you could ever ask for. He’s really faithful and head over heels for you, and he’s not afraid to show it (not anymore). You’ve only been dating for a month, but you’ve helped him so much. He opened his heart to you, and you didn’t run or judge; you just accepted him. So, it’s no wonder he can’t help himself; every day, he loves you more.

For the terror of half the mansion, both of you didn’t mind displaying your love, whether it was holding hands, hugging, or kissing. At any opportunity, you were glued side by side, and you couldn’t care less if there was someone else in the room watching. However, for the peace of mind of that same half of the mansion, Mozart was an overprotective brother. When he was around, it was difficult to be affectionate with Arthur; and your brother was around all the time, guarding you like a hellhound. Everytime he had an opportunity, he’d be there to prevent you two from doing something ’gross’, as he called it on a daily basis.

Arthur tried, but he couldn’t help being as playful as ever. He loved seeing Mozart fuming, his face all red with anger; it was funny as hell for him. On the other hand, you often felt caught in the middle of their fights, working hard to make them at least behave in each other’s presence. After all, you were determined not to let anything break the special bond you shared with both of them.

But it was so hard.

To be fair, Mozart was jealous of anyone who tried to get close to you. Arthur didn’t even need to worry about jealousy with the other residents, as your loving brother had that covered. One day, you went to help Napoleon and Isaac with their school. The emperor hugged you for a second longer and ruffled your hair when you got home. Mozart didn’t say anything because he knew Napoleon was a decent person. He had been a soldier and an emperor in his past life, which reassured the musician. However, it didn’t stop him from narrowing his eyes, clearly unamused. Napoleon let out his boisterous laugh, fully aware that he’d probably become overprotective too if you and he developed the same kind of relationship and bond you had with Mozart.

And you swear he had already glared at Sebastian once, when the butler flicked your head. This time you were actually grateful, because that flick hurt. 

But when it came to Arthur Conan Doyle, every feeling of repulsion was ten times stronger for the musician. He despised Arthur and his playfulness; he thought he was loud and unnecessary. Not to mention, he considered him a perverted scoundrel, always flirting and saying those repulsive things to you since your first day here. And now, with Arthur always by your side, being lovey-dovey and spreading his germs all over you… it was just ew.

That’s why he tried everything in his power to protect you; although he didn’t really have to try, it was just a part of who he was with the ones he loved. If you were gardening, sometimes Arthur would be there with you, a paper and his pen in hand. Bold of you to assume your brother wouldn’t see you two from his music room and show up, scoffing at every romantic word Arthur said to you.

Oh, so you were planning to bring Arthur to Mozart’s next performance at the ball? Too bad, you’re already his plus one, and the perv can’t come. But if he somehow manages to attend, you two won’t be waltzing too close that night because Mozart will play every song that involves dancing with lots of people around, maintaining at least an arm’s length of distance.

And if you think about inviting Arthur to your room or going to his… Don’t. Even. Dare. Mozart’s eyes say he’d kick down that door and hunt Arthur down until the confines of hell. You both believe it. However, it didn’t stop Arthur from sneaking into your room one night, knowing that Mozart was exhausted and sleeping soundly. You made sure that your boyfriend left before your brother woke up, and had to cover your neck with your hair and clothes for a few days. You also had to buy Theo’s silence, since his room was beside yours and he made sure you both knew that he heard some ’incriminatory noises’.

You were really, really patient; you knew he didn’t mean harm. The writer had a bad past that added to Mozart’s arguments, but he was different now. Arthur proved it to you every single day. Sometimes you risked saying that he got a little upset with your brother’s remarks about how he wasn’t worth the trust, but it was there for only a moment because you’d kiss him better.

“YN, is that enough rouge for Sir Isaac?” A soft voice pulled you out of your thoughts. 

You were washing the dishes from breakfast and stopped, looking at the woman holding a glass and examining it meticulously. “Yes, that’s enough,” you answered her and smiled. “And just call him Isaac, he gets all awkward when we call him Sir.”

“Oh, right. Thanks!” She smiled and got back to setting up Isaac’s brunch.

A week ago, MC suddenly came to the mansion. You were the one to find her lost in the hallway, asking her where the hell did she come from. She said the same story you’ve been through, and you stared at her for a good minute before pinching the bridge of your nose and asking her to follow you to the dining room, where everyone was having dinner peacefully. You’ve never seen Comte choke on his own wine before, or Leonardo deadpan for so long, asking how he managed to not notice two humans following him to the mansion in such a short period.

Apparently, Comte couldn’t resist helping lost people in the Louvre and involuntarily drawing them around his orbit.

You knew how scary and confusing it was to get there by accident, so you were the one who suggested putting everything on the table as soon as possible. She was a little scared, of course, but it helped that you and Sebastian were human.

And since then, you and her became friends really quickly, probably a human bonding thing since she also trusted Sebastian very much. She was the kindest woman you’d ever met, and you were determined to ensure she felt like part of the family; and she was already feeling like it. She tried getting along with everyone, and you may have threatened Theo and Mozart once or twice to be nice to her. She also wanted to be useful while staying at the mansion and started helping around, which is why she was asking about the amount of rouge Isaac had to drink.

“Oh, and don’t forget his sandwich,” you reminded her.

“Right!” She nodded and went to the pantry to get the ingredients. “Should I make it for anyone else?”

“Mmm, I guess not. Maybe Jean, but he takes a while to be convinced to eat something when he doesn’t know you well.”

“I noticed that,” she giggled.

“Oh, I think Arthur spent the entire night writing because he wasn’t here for breakfast,” you pondered. You’ve quickly kissed him goodnight the day before and haven’t seen him since. He must be really busy with his new manuscript.

“I can make a sandwich for him as well, if you don’t mind,” she offered.

“No, no. My darling makes me the best ones,” Arthur said, entering the kitchen. He walked to you and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind to not disturb you while you were busy, kissing the top of your head. “Morning, luv.”

“Morning, sunshine,” you smiled widely. “Want me to make you something?”

“Don’t worry,” he said with a smile, “I can make it on my own. You’re already busy.” He rested his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. His fangs would start hurting soon from smelling you so much and being so close without breakfast. But he’d endure it if it meant he could stay a little longer with you like this.

“I’m going to deliver Isaac’s brunch,” MC said as she grabbed the tray she had set up.

“Ok, thanks!” You smiled at her. As soon as she was out of sight, you felt Arthur nibble your neck. “Wha- Arthur!” You tried to sound upset, but it was clear you didn’t really mind.

“Yes, honey?” He chuckled. ”I’m just enjoying it while your hellhound isn’t here.” 

“I’d ask you to not call Mozart that, but this last month showed me that he is one.” You snorted.

“Indeed,” he said, kissing your neck and holding you more firmly by the waist.

“Do you think that if we set him up with someone, he’d stop?” You wondered out loud. “Having someone special might make him understand us better.”

“Maybe, maybe not…” Arthur stopped his advances with a final kiss and went to get something to eat and drink. He was on the brink of succumbing to his bloodlust. Yes, he had bitten you before, but always discreetly, never in the middle of the kitchen where anyone could walk in. He couldn’t risk Mozart destroying the whole mansion. “He’s not really interested in love, I think, and you could just talk to him about it. But I see you’ve got someone in mind, and you really want to give it a shot, don’t you?”

“Well, yes…” You said with a light-hearted laugh, putting the last plate on the dryer. You dried your hands and turned around, leaning against the counter with a mischievous expression. “We just need someone kind enough to put up with his attitude. And we thankfully have her now.”

As if on cue, MC arrived as soon as you finished your sentence, smiling brightly. “I’m back! What do you need help with now?”

You exchanged a knowing look with Arthur. It would be a little hard, since Mozart didn’t like the new resident at all; but it was worth the shot.

xxx

Easier said than done.

Comte threw a fancy banquet a few days later, and even Will showed up. He wanted MC to feel at home, and everyone knew he went all out when he was in a good mood. There was loads of delicious food you and Sebastian had cooked, along with some nice wine and rouge or blanc — for those who didn’t hold their liquor very well.

You convinced Mozart to play something at the party, even though he didn’t want to attend it in the first place. Your brother didn’t like MC, for some unknown reason. Yes, she was clumsy, a little stubborn, and too curious for her own good — much like you —, but she was also kind, gentle, and funny, and she was pretty too. So why did Mozart insist on being mean to her? You weren’t asking him to touch her, you knew he was germophobic; you just asked him to be nice! And he didn’t need to know you had some ulterior motives for wanting them to be friends.

Some puppy eyes were enough to make him agree on not only going, but playing at least a little bit on another piano that wasn’t his — you also had to make sure it was crystal clean for him.

“That was beautiful, Herr Mozart!” MC complimented with a smile after he finished another song. She was on the couch beside the piano, while you were sitting next to him on the piano bench.

Mozart didn’t respond; he just sighed in annoyance. You discreetly hit his ribs with your elbow and shot him a glare. “Be nice,” you muttered.

“I don’t have a reason why.” Another hit. “Stop that!” He hissed.

“He appreciates your compliment, MC,” you said with a smile as you turned your face to the woman.

His face looked like he wanted to deny it, but didn’t want to get hit again. “Whatever,” he rolled his eyes and left to get something to eat.

“He sounds angry, but he isn’t,” you said, moving to sit beside her on the couch. “You just have to learn how to read his moods.”

“Really?” She looked at where the musician went. Frowning, MC looked back at you. ”I don’t think Herr Mozart likes me.”

“He doesn’t like anyone,” Arthur said, sitting on your other side. “Well, except for YN, but who wouldn’t like this cute little thing?”

“Now that’s not true. He likes Jean too,” you said. Mozart was getting on your nerves lately, but you still loved him and wanted to protect him.

“Because Jean barely speaks. I guess they just have similar moods, always quiet and not wanting to be near any of us. You know, ’the enemy of my enemy is my friend’ kinda thing.”

“And I think he talked to Isaac at the last party,” you tried to defend him.

“Ok, darling, we get it,” he laughed and kissed your cheek, finding adorable how you were pouting. “He possessively loves you, likes Jean, tolerates some residents and definitely despises me.”

“And probably me too,” MC said, placing a finger on her chin and recalling all the times she tried to be friendly, only to have Mozart roll his eyes or respond rudely.

“MC, come eat something!” You three heard Vincent calling, always the angel trying to make her feel welcome.

“Yes, I’m going!” she answered and stood up. “Excuse me, you two,” she smiled at you and left.

You leaned on Arthur’s shoulder and he wrapped his arm around you, passing you a glass of wine that you just noticed he was holding. Even though he didn’t drink that much anymore, he certainly liked to share some wine with you. 

“I guess it’s gonna be harder than I thought,” you said and sipped the wine; sweet, as you liked it.

“Mmm, but I know you can do it.” He nuzzled his nose on your cheek and kissed it. “You always manage to accomplish what you want.”

You turned around to kiss Arthur on the lips, his hand already holding you by the nape. Then you heard Mozart’s voice ringing right in front of you.

“Hey, YN! Scootch a little bit for me, please.” He smiled at you and glared at Arthur. Without giving you a chance to react, he nudged your legs to the side, squeezing himself between you and your boyfriend.

“Mozart!” You looked at him and then to Arthur, who was equally bewildered. “What are you doing?”

“Sitting with my sibling,” he said, turning his back on Arthur and completely ignoring him.

Silence. You didn’t know what to say or how to react. That was probably the last straw, pushing your patience to its limit.

“And I was with my boyfriend,” you glared at him.

“Yes, and now I’m here to keep you company and protect you.”

“That’s not-!” You huffed indignantly and sighed. “Mozart, we need to talk.”

“I’ll leave you two,” Arthur said, reading the room.

“Don’t worry, luv.” You stood up and grabbed Mozart by the hand, marching out to his music room.

The musician grinned seeing he accomplished what he wanted. He sat on his piano bench happily, but his smile died down when he looked at you. You were leaning your back against the closed door, with your eyes closed, and pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Is everything ok, little one?”

“No, Mozart, it’s not.” Your tone was serious, and he almost panicked. You never used such a tone with him; you were always kind and sweet, even before you two developed this sibling-like relationship.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice filled with concern.

Sighing, you moved to sit beside him, mustering up enough patience and courage to speak your mind. “You know I love you, but you’re driving me crazy. I know you don’t like Arthur, but you’re not being fair with him or our relationship. You’re not being fair with me. You have to stop being overprotective, possessive and petty.”

“I’m not petty!” He said with an indignant tone.

“So you know you’re being overprotective and possessive.” You raised an eyebrow. “At first, it was kinda amusing, and it’s nice to feel loved and have a reliable brother. But seriously, I can’t even hug my boyfriend without you freaking out. You just straight-up squeezed yourself in between us!” 

“Well, you were too close for unmarried people and etiquette says it’s rude to others in the room.” He crossed his arms, maintaining an adamant tone. You couldn’t help but notice he didn’t even refer to you as a ’couple.’

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You deadpanned at him and he grimaced at your swearing. “You’re being petty right after denying it! I’m a grown-up, Mozart. I can make my own decisions, and you know what? The best decision I’ve made was to start dating Arthur.”

“He’s not reliable,” he huffed. “You know he flirted with everything that moved and breathed. He was with a different woman every night. He tried to bite you!”

“I know,” you rolled your eyes. “And stop mentioning the bite! Half the mansion thought about biting me in my first week here. Even Jean almost bit me because he was starving himself.” You mentioned his best friend on purpose and got the reaction you wanted: he flinched. You leaned your head on his shoulder and held one of his hands, your fingers intertwining. Your tone was softer now, as if you were patiently explaining something to a child. “You have to understand that you’re not only affecting Arthur when you do that, you’re affecting me too. Arthur is the best boyfriend I could ever ask for. He changed and he shows it to me everyday. I love him and he loves me so much. So please, please… respect me and try to at least tolerate my boyfriend. Can you do that for your dearest little sibling?”

“I can’t say no to you when you ask like that,” he sighed, squeezing your hand and resting his head on yours. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. It was difficult for him to apologize, to admit he was wrong. He now realizes the distress in your voice; he caused it to you. He tried to protect you, to shield you from any harm these unusual residents could possibly do to you, but he was the one upsetting you in the end. “I just… tried to be a good brother to you; to prevent you from being hurt.”

“I know,” you turn your head to look at him and smile. “And I appreciate you looking out for me. Just don’t overdo it, okay?”

“Ok, I promise I’ll try.”

“Good. Now, how about we go back and play the piano for everyone at the banquet? We can play that four-hands piece you compose for us.”

If you want a reference for Mozart sitting in between you and your lovely boyfriend: Harry Potter. When Ron sits between Harry and Ginny and just “excuse me, I need to sit here”. But Mozart doesn’t even offer you anything to eat, HASIUHEASUIEHAS.

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Read: Chapter 3

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Debt Collection. Yan Childe x Reader [SMUT]

Tags: Mild dubcon ?, hate fucking, power bottoming, creampie, dirty talk, AFAB reader and degradation.  Word count: 1.6k. Note: this could be considered apart of contractual obligations universe or something on the side. i’m not sure where it’d officially line up in the stories tl, i just wanted to write some sin .

This is the only plausible option left.

That’s what you told yourself when you walked into his office, what you told you told yourself when removing your clothes and when you climbed into his lap. He called it special treatment. Whispering huskily into your ear that you should be grateful he likes you so much, that anyone else would be dead in your position. The Fatui are not known for their leniency with debts. People go missing, their neighbors too frightened to question what might’ve happened to them.

Childe seems happy enough to remind you of this like it might make you feel better somehow. It doesn’t. All you want is for the stress on your business to be alleviated, for things to go back to how they used to be before him, even if it is wishful thinking.

Whatever his feelings are for you, you don’t care in the slightest. You’re doing this to get it over with.

“Mm, just like that,” Childe hisses out through clenched teeth, fingernails digging harshly into either side of your waist. “Take all of me in.”

Everything is so warm. His fevered touches, your face, every inch of your bare body. You do as he tells you, biting your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. Sinking down onto his dick, you despise the lascivious noises it makes from how terribly wet he’s made you. Childe’s gaze never falters from your own, watching unblinkingly as you take in every inch of his throbbing length. His grip on you tightens, steadying your trembling body, harsh pants leaving both of you.

You’re grateful for his lack of comments, already humiliated enough as is. The silence doesn’t last when he fills you completely, your walls slowly adjusting to his length. Even with the proper preparation, his considerable size causes mild pain. Each deep breath you take does little to steady your nerves. The weight of Childe’s stare is impossible to ignore.

Why is he looking at you like this? Why can’t he just silently get off and let it be over with? The passion burning in his ocean blue eyes is unmistakable, the waves of it threatening to drown you.

“Good girl,” he exhales, affectionately running a hand through your tousled hair. You let him do as he pleases. The odd intimacy behind what’s meant to be a tumble in the dark isn’t lost on you. “Now, you remember what I wanted, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, I do.” You confirm breathlessly, more blood rushing to your face upon remembering his vulgar instructions. Childe cups your face in his hands and presses a chaste kiss to your lips, pulling on your bottom lip with his teeth when he moves away. This is the first time he’s kissed you, you realize, lips tingling. He does it with such ease, as if the two of you were lovers. The thought alone is enough to make bile rise in your throat.

“I’m afraid my memory is failing me. Be a dear and remind me of what you’re going to do.”

Of course, he’d make this as difficult as he can for you, you shouldn’t have expected anything different. The lascivious words discussed during your agreement reverberate in your head, and you push past your hesitations to repeat them. “I’m going… going to fuck myself on you.”

You feel his cock twitch excitedly inside you and shiver. He urges you on, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “And?”

“And… I’ll make you cum inside of me.”

“Get to it then.” Childe leans back into his chair, pleased so far with your submission. You take a deep breath, raising your hips up, wincing at how he stretches out your walls. When nothing but the tip of his dick remains inside you, you slowly sink onto him again, earning a low noise of approval. He really isn’t going to help you, is he? While full of him, you gyrate your hips, getting yourself more accustomed to his size. Childe’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows thickly, looking down at you through thick eyelashes.

“I didn’t expect for you to take your time like this,” he chuckles breathlessly, voice guttural and husky. “Not that I’m, ngh, complaining, I could watch this all day.”

You furrow your eyebrows, indignant at his comments. That’s the last thing you wanted...! You wanted to get this over with, to push past the embarrassment he’s inflicted on you. Spurred on by his comments, you raise and lower your hips onto his cock faster, the sensation of being stretched less painful than before. Childe lets out a breathy moan at your increased pace. No longer willing to hold himself back, he thrusts his hips up, throwing his head back at how good you feel around him. You can already tell the area he’s gripping will leave bruises. Hopefully, they can be covered up so questions don’t arise.

“Do you… do you know how much I think about you?” Childe breathes out, each word more strained than the last. The sound of skin on skin fills his office, a far cry from the normal business that goes on in here. Not that he cares in the slightest. You don’t want to know the answer, honestly, but he gives it to you regardless.

“Mm, I’ve thought about it even when we talk,” Childe confesses, head throwing back as he bucks himself up to meet your hips. “What you’d feel like… all the cute little noises you’d make when I made you pleasure yourself on my dick.”

Childe’s words strike a chord deep within you, your face getting even redder than before. You feel yourself getting closer to a release and feel frustrated by your lack of self-restraint. Childe’s chest rumbles with a low moan at how your walls tighten around him. He’s half wanting to fuck you against his desk, losing any shreds of patience that he’s somehow managed to hold on to. But knowing that you’re working oh so hard to make him cum is too tantalizing to pass up. He sees your reluctance fade into desire, no longer able to deny carnal pleasure. You’re enjoying this as much as he is but just don’t want to admit it.

He leans forward, wrapping his soft lips around your nipple and biting it gently, laughing breathlessly at the noise you let out. Childe’s hand that was on your hip goes to your chest, greedily playing with the soft mounds of flesh. He adores how you taste, how lovely and exposed you are before him now. All of the efforts that went into procuring you earned him such a ravishing sight.

Spurred on by his touches, you can no longer hold yourself back. Your movements get sloppier as you chase your own release, chest bouncing as you hold onto him for balance. Childe lets out a content noise at this. His strength is commendable, your hazy mind notices, as now he’s the one lifting you up and bringing you back down onto his cock. Strength all but gone, you lean forward, hoping to muffle your moans against his glistening neck. Your walls clench around him, a high pitch noise leaving your lips when you cum.

Childe wants nothing more than for you to remember this. For you to remember him. “That’s... right, [First]. Don’t ever forget that I’m the one who made you feel this good.”

You can barely register his words, mind far too foggy to think of anything. Curses start to leave his lips, from a foreign tongue which you assume to be his native language. His cock thrusts upwards inside you as Childe desperately seeks out his own release. Your energy is all but gone, leading you to feel silently grateful that he’s capable of getting himself off inside you without much help. A surprised yelp leaves your lips as he tugs your hair back, forcing you to look him in the eye.

“I want you to see this,” Childe manages to get out through gritted teeth. A throaty groan leaves him, hips stuttering. “Watch me as I cum inside you.” 

Childe releases himself inside you, thrusting up as far as he can before stilling himself. You feel his hot seed fill you up, Childe intent on dumping all of himself as far inside you as he can. He pulls you further down onto him, head thrown back and panting as your walls milk his throbbing cock. You wince at the foreign feeling, the implications of him cumming inside you nerve-wracking. Finally, he lifts his head, a slight flush on his own face. 

The room is silent, save for your panting. He keeps one hand on your already bruised hip and moves the other to cup your face. Childe’s eyes soften as you try your best to regain yourself. 

It feels hot, sticky, and humiliating. You look around, looking anywhere that isn’t at Childe. He lets out an airy laugh at your obvious embarrassment, much to your displeasure, and you shoot him a hopefully threatening look. It has the opposite effect as intended. Childe coos at the endearing sight, tracing his fingers over your body.

“That’s... all you wanted, right? Can I go now?” 

Childe shakes his head and you frown. “Mm... not yet, no. I’d say this only covers a portion of the debt, sweetheart.” 

You knit your eyebrows together, indignation flaring, and go to slap him against your better judgment. Childe snickers, catching your wrist with ease and places unexpectedly soft kisses against your knuckles.

“Relax, relax, I was kidding,” Childe winks and you roll your eyes. “Just know this won’t be the last time I fuck you.” 

“You’re... utterly shameless.” 

“Maybe I am, but what can I say? Now that I’ve gotten a taste of you, I might just be addicted.” 

[ooffies]

ᴋᴀᴇʏᴀ, ᴄʜɪʟᴅᴇ, ᴠᴇɴᴛɪ, xɪᴀᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʙᴇᴅᴏ ᴀꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ (ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀꜱ)

characters x gn!reader, modern AU

a/n: this wasn’t edited/proof read so I apologize if there are any errors

warnings: none

requested by no one

tagging @genshin-obsessed (heyyy pocket lmao- 🍷❤)

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Kaeya  → the cool dad

He’s a very chill parent (pun intended)

Has rules but is very loose with them

Just cause he’s the cool parent doesn’t mean he’s not strict at times (he can be very strict if needed)

He’s a very affectionate and doting parent, always showering the kids with love and hugs

Spoils both you and the kids, he can’t help it cause he just loves you guys so much

All of your kid’s friends call him dad and constantly say they wish they had a cool dad like Kaeya

Always willing to drive the kids somewhere or take them out for a day if you need a break

He still makes sure you two get alone time together and takes you on dates frequently

Sneaks kisses whenever he can. A peck on your cheek or your lips, he also loves seeing your reaction to his surprise kiss

Family game night is a tradition for your family and Kaeya is the king of losing on purpose to make is kids smile

He absolutely loved playing with kids when they were younger and you still often find them playing fighting in the backyard when they come to visit

 He really tries to be the best father he can and sometimes puts way to much pressure on himself

Loves styling the kid’s hair and will let them play with his hair. Sometimes you'll walk downstairs and be greeted by Kaeya with a head full of bows, hair clips and mini ponytails.

Whenever the kids would have nightmares he’d go into their room and fight the “nightmare” monster. He’d come out of the room 3 minutes later and tell the kids he beat it with his super awesome sword skills 

Childe  → the tries too hard to be hip and trendy with kids dad

First off he is a very doting dad, he loves his children so much and calls them his precious babies and often says he cannot live without them

He’s very much a *ahem* malewife *AHEM* (don’t try to change my mind, it will not change no matter what you say). Even though he’s hella rich he wants to spend all the time he can with his kids.

He cooks, cleans, packs the kid’s lunches in the morning and makes sure to give you a kiss whenever you return home from work and say “How was your day at work babe?”

He really, and I mean really, tries to be cool with kids. Spends time looking into “the latest and hip’ trends that all the kids are hopping on. They thought he was the coolest when they were younger but now they call him cringe and say he’s trying too hard and that he’s cool just the way he is. 

It broke his old man's heart when they said it to him the first time and he cried for 30 minutes straight, you made them apologize to him even though you know they meant no ill intentions. Now calling him cringe is a family joke :)

Encourages the kids to learn something that will “help them wins fights and emerge victorious from all the battles they fight” 

You put a quick stop to that and told the kids that they can do any activities they want

He’s still very supportive of what they choose to do and will always be their number one supporter 

He’s a big cuddler and often initiates family cuddle piles. 

Venti → wine dad

Chill dad #2. He wants his kids to be free and be who they are. You still set some basic ground rules for them.

Very doting and affectionate and will always give you and the kids all his love 

Stopped drinking as much when they kids were born/adopted 

He acts like a wine aunt (hence wine dad)

LOVES reading the kids bedtime stories but this also became a family activity since you’d always accompany him. He’ll also sing them lullabies and he’ll sing you lullabies every night too

Even when your kids are older he’ll still read them stories and sing to them.

Doesn’t really like to do household chores but he’ll do them for you (He will complain though)

He does enjoy cook though and likes to help make dinner for special occasions/holidays

He will teach his kids how to play instruments and sing. He won’t force them into it but wants them to at least try it

Get’s pouty if the kids get taller him and will tell them to stop growing or he’s gonna steal their height 

Another family tradition you guys have is weekend picnics. Venti usually chooses the location because he somehow finds all the prettiest places in town. He would tell the kids it was his magic talent when they were younger.

Encourages the kids to go to summer camp so they can “build unforgettable memories and be closer to nature. (But really he just wants to have some alone time with you) 

Xiao → the emo dad

On the outside he seems cold and very un-affectionate but oh boy he’s quite the opposite

He’s willing to do anything for you and the kids because you guys are the most important things in the world to him

He’s also somewhat of a malewife too but it was completely his choice. He just wanted to take care of his family.

He doesn’t like it when you come home from work and start doing chores. He’ll force you to sit down and relax. He’ll say that he’s got everything under control and there no need for you to stress yourself over chores

The main way he shows you and the kids affection is through acts of service. 

Like I said before he’ll do the majority of the household chores, the kids also have their few assigned chores (and you help out with chores if he lets you)

He’ll help the kids with their homework, make them lunch, read them bedtime stories, brush their hair for them, take care of them when they’re sick, ect.

 Only shows a limited amount of affection in public. He’ll hold your hand and carry the kids but that’s about it

In private however he is willing to accept all the affection you and the kids give him

He often struggles helping his kids out when it comes to emotional problems/issues but he always does his best. He’s always there to a lend an ear

He’s not vocal about it or always showing it but he’s your guy’s number one supporter.

Evening walks after dinner is a family tradition you guys have had ever since the kids started walking. 

When they were young he’d let them sit on shoulders and would give them piggyback rides

He can be very strict and overprotective sometimes but that’s just cause he wants the best for his kids

Albedo →  the art dad

He may not be the best at giving affection but he is a very supportive and doting dad

He likes draws pictures for the kids, even when their older he still does because he said seeing their smile when he give his art to them is a very special and happy feeling that he never wants to go away

Helps out with household chores but absolutely despises mopping.

He’s always there to listen to the kids talk about their latest obsessions/interests 

He’s not very good at comforting but he really does try too

Makes you guys take family photos every so he can paint them later

Teaches the kids about art and alchemy if they show interest in either

When they were young he used to make kid safe experiments for them

Road trips are a family tradition. Albedo enjoys them cause he gets to draw the pretty scenery and thinks it’s one of the best to to spend quality time with family

 He wakes up like a mom so whenever the kids would wake him when they’d have a nightmare he’d get startled and almost launch himself out of bed with a high pitched screech 

Encourages the kids to have playdates with their friends often (he actually just wants more alone time with you)

He’s also the type of parent that draws on the walls with the kids when he finds them doing it. And yes he doesn’t care if they’re using sharpie he’ll still join in. Yes you’ve scolded all them multiple times and no they never learn their lesson, Albedo too. He always promises that he’ll “clean” it up which results in most of the wall in the house being murals cause his “cleaning up” is just him painting over it.

[ladydimitrescuspet]

Just This Once, Your Ears Only

AO3 link! this is for my anon that just found out about miss d and the pallboys and wanted a fic about it so here you go! I hope y'all enjoy this and apologies for any grammatical errors!

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Alcina didn’t talk much about her past and that was fine. You always cherished the things that she had told you about her time before Mother Miranda and the cadou. You never pushed her to tell you more than she was comfortable, but when you found that old jazz album in a box your curiosity was piqued. How had she not told you that she used to be in a jazz band called Miss D & the Pallboys? Honestly, you were pretty shocked that Alcina hadn’t told you about this part of her life. So when you brought it to her, your find, she was a bit hostile about it.

“Ali, come on. This is really cool.” You said. “I know you don’t often talk about your past, but I really want to know more about this.”

Alcina sighed, rubbing her temples to ebb away the oncoming headache. “Dear, I’ve already said that I don’t wish to revisit such a trivial time in my life.” Alcina replied.

“But I’ve never heard you sing.” You counter. “I’ve heard you hum, I’ve heard you play the piano, but I’ve never once heard you sing.”

“And I’m afraid you’ll never get the opportunity to. My singing days are long behind me and I’d like to keep it that way.” Alcina replied.

You frowned, but ultimately accepted your defeat. “Alright, Ali, I’m sorry. You win.” For now, at least. Time for Plan B. “Can I visit Karl this week?” You asked.

Alcina groaned. “I am not sure how you became friends with that annoying little imp, but I do need you out of the Castle tomorrow so I suppose you may go and visit him then.” Alcina responded. “However, when you leave, have him escort you home. As much as I despise that man-child, there have been lycans spotted around the village and forest more so than usual in the evening, so you’ll be safe with that little idiot by your side.”

You gave her a smile and nod as you did an internal happy dance. “I will call him now to let him know. I’ll even throw in a little threat so he knows you’re serious, Ali.” You teased. Alcina snorted at that. “Alcina?” She hummed in acknowledgment. “Have you ever tried to say something nice about Karl or even tried to be a little bit nicer to him?” You asked.

Alcina looked up at you. “When that insufferable idiot is nicer to me then I shall repay him in kind. Until then, if he keeps calling me lady super sized bitch, I will continue to refer to him as a child. Although, he really is a child regardless of what affectionate nicknames he has for our so called family.” Alcina replied. “But Heisenberg being nice to me will never happen in a million years.”

"Are you willing to bet on that?" You asked. Alcina whirled her eyebrow at you. "If Karl does something nice for you then you have to sing one of your jazz songs for me."

"And if he doesn't?" Alcina asked.

"Then you get whatever you want from me." You replied.

Alcina hummed. "And if I want you chained to my bed all day to do with as I please, I can have that?" You nodded your head. "Then I believe we have a bet on our hands, dear."

You gave her a nervous smile before excusing yourself from her study. After you left, you made your way to your own study. The thought of it made you smile. Alcina had realised that you didn’t have a room in the castle to call your own, so she allowed you to remake one of them into your own, so to speak. It was still decorated the way Alcina had, but now it had more of your things in it to keep you occupied if Alcina went out for a meeting or if you just needed a quiet space to be in.

The first thing you did upon entering your study was call Karl. You let him know that you’d be over early and you even mentioned the bet you had going on with Alcina. “Lady Super Sized Bitch is going down.” were his exact words and they made you laugh. After you said goodbye to him, you called Donna and asked her if she could sew some costumes up for you, the girls, and Karl. You were glad that she had agreed and accepted your invitation to Jazz Friday as opposed to Opera Wednesday. This week’s meeting had been moved from Friday to Wednesday so Opera Night had been moved to Friday. You really hoped that Alcina wouldn’t mind you hijacking her night with your plan and with only five days to get it all planned, you really didn’t have time to work yourself into a tizzy with worrying.

You spent the next day with Karl, telling him what instruments you’d need him to produce for the show. With that taken care of, you could talk to the girls about the surprise and the parts that they’d play for Jazz Night. You made sure all of the Lords had an invitation for Friday. You would’ve invited Mother Miranda, but she was out of the village on business. You were nervous when Friday finally came, making sure everything was perfect.

“Hey, kiddo, don’t worry. Alci’s gonna love it.” Karl said as he fussed over his tuxedo.

You let out a deep breath and smiled at him. “Of course. Or at least I hope she does.” You replied. You held the microphone in your hand when you heard Alcina’s voice.

“Donna, Moreau, it’s a pleasure to have you two with us tonight. I see Heisenberg has failed to join us for another evening.” That made Karl scowl. “Nevertheless, the show must go on. My wonderful daughters and my lovely partner, Y/N, have prepared something special for us tonight. So please sit back and enjoy the show.” Alcina said, finishing off her speech before sitting in her seat.

A couple of maids opened the curtain and you could hear the small gasp Alcina let out, your face starting to heat up. You’d had Karl make a saxophone for Bela, a piano for Cassandra that she could comfortably sit at, a cello for Daniela, and a trumpet for himself. Whilst Donna made tuxedos for all of you. The girls and Karl wore black tuxedos with white dress shirts, the only difference being that the girls had their gemstones on the collar of their shirts and Karl’s didn’t. Your tuxedo was white and you had a hat on with a feather like the one Alcina wore on the cover of the Miss D & the Pallboys album. You managed to not let your nerves get to you as you sang a Nat King Cole classic, Unforgettable. When the performance was over the five of you bowed before the curtain closed.

“Y/N, that was amazing!” Bela said. “I think I saw Mother tearing up out there so I’d say that she loved the performance!”

You scratched at the back of your head, laughing nervously. “Really? I just wish we could’ve sung a Miss D & the Pallboys original for her too, but you can’t go wrong with a classic like Unforgettable.” You replied. “Now you three go get changed, you still have to do that Italian opera piece your mother picked out for you.”

Daniela gave you a hug. “Thank you for putting this together.” Daniela said into your ear.

Cassandra gave you a smile. “And we completely understand if you want to skip the rest of the show. Putting together something like this sounds very tiring.” You nodded your head before wishing them good luck.

The rest of the night was purely opera, but you didn’t have it in yourself to join the others back out in the audience while the girls did their performance. So you had made your way back to the room that you shared with Alcina, putting on your pyjamas and curling up into bed with a book. And that’s how Alcina found you, except you were almost half asleep with the book lying across your stomach.

“Darling?” Alcina called out softly, rousing you from your sleep. You hummed in acknowledgment to let her know you were still with her. Alcina took that opportunity to put on her nightgown before slipping into the bed next to you, pulling you into her side. “Did you put together that whole thing just for me?” Alcina asked.

You nodded. “I did. Not alone though. Karl and Donna really helped out. And Moreau was the one that recommended the song I sang, Mother Miranda bless him for the suggestion.” You mumbled out slightly before yawning.

Alcina pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Thank you, My Love. Now, I do believe I lost a bet so I’ll give you your reward, yes?” You sleepily nodded your head against her side. “Alright, little one, but just this once and for your ears only. And only because you got that idiot oaf to do something nice for me.” Alcina said.

“Be nice, Ali.” You mumbled again, smiling at the grumbling noises that Alcina made at your words but you could faintly make out her saying “Fine,” before you let out a hum of approval.

After a few seconds of silence, you heard Alcina start to sing the words to a song you didn’t know. You could only assume that it was one of the songs she sang with her band and you smiled. Alcina really did have a beautiful singing voice.

[astralglam]

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 .

1. What does your muse smell like?

without soap or perfume, 683 smells bizarrely sterile, chemical-ish, like a dentist’s office, bleach or cleaning supplies.  like hand sanitizer that kills 99.9% of germs.  they have that faint smell of powdery clean cosmetics, only because they wear so much foundation, face powder and setting spray.  humans like things that smell less artificial, so 683 takes to using cheap perfume (think a teenager who just learned to douse themselves with axe or bath and bodyworks spray), which is artificial in a slightly more palatable way.  their clothes (which are almost all second hand) have that mothball-musty smell of a thrifted dress that hasn’t been washed yet, like an old book.    

2. What do your muse’s hands feel like?

cold, frigid and icy, almost like a mannequin’s if you left the mannequin in the freezer. their skin is tight over their tendons and fingers, with almost waxy, plasticy skin stretched over their joints and knuckles, which makes them seem very fragile.  sometimes their palms are uncannily clammy.  their skin on their palms isn’t rough or calloused but they’re starting to get scars on their fingertips from their voyages into the realm of string instruments.  they used to have very neat, clean and unpainted nails, but nowadays, they have divots and cracks because 683 is clumsy with the strings.  

3. What does your muse usually eat in a day?

683 is often at the mercy of when their friends will decide to cook for them/buy them food.  they don’t have any cooking skills and can barely wash and cut an apple (this isn’t because they’re stupid, on atomina they were used to communal dining with a designated set of people who cooked for everyone in their unit).  683 is naturally accustomed to eating plant matter and (unlike us humans) has a way better digestive system for breaking down cellulose and gets a lot more out of their vegetarian diet than you might expect (two stomachs aint for nothin).  left to their own devices they just eat Whatever (orange? handfuls of spinach, unwashed, pesticides dont hurt them.  microwave a tomato and watch it explode.  brave cutting open an avocado and just eating it with a spoon).  dinner is when priscilla either buys him take out or sid cooks something for him (and sid is an amazing cook!!!).  sid isn’t vegetarian, but his family is, so he knows how to make all kinds of dishes perfect for 683 -- substitute the dairy for nondiary alternatives and 683′s getting matter paneer (with tofu instead), malai kofta (with coconut milk), and aloo gobi (no butter), all sorts of things !!! 

4. Does your muse have a good singing voice?

sort of.  683′s voice, by itself, is nasally and weird and a little grating, but their devotion to music lets them make the most out of their “strange” voice and almost use it to their benefit to sound unique, different, super far out !11!11111  their lyrics, instrumentals and emotion combined is what makes them a talented musician rather than just a good quality voice.  so while they might not have a very pretty voice, they’re still a skilled singer due to their delivery.  

5. Does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks?

im assuming this is about bad (physical) habits rather than personality deficiencies (of which 683 has many).  683 stares, like, really just stares at people with reckless abandon, they havent figured out it’s rude.  they arent good at even pretending to listen so if they’re disinterested in what you have to say, they’ll look elsewhere, pick at their nails, mumble or interrupt you.  always finds a way to make the conversation about themself.  very disorganized and messy, has a hard time taking care of objects even if they value them (ex. dropping his guitar, misplacing jewelry, yanking a belt off and breaking it).  definitely self pities and has no problem trying to guilt you for everything and anything.  is a pretty frequent smoker, but is polite enough not to smoke if you ask him not to.  

683 is always a little nervous so their nervous ticks are just their baseline state of being (wringing hands, stammering, talking really fast, making insane gestures all around you but being too afraid to touch you, etc)

6. What does your muse usually look like / wear?

683 looks very put together at all times -- not necessarily polished or professional, but very intentional, in that you can tell they definitely made a conscious choice to dress the way they do.  he wore the same dumb uniform every day for the first 20 years of his life, so he’s very excited to try new clothing options.  

more femme-ish clothing preferences go to boxy, sleeveless a-line dresses, miniskirts, bright floral patterns, big plastic earrings, headbands, scarves, etc.  they like clunky platforms and prefer to wear boots.  very 60s mod and colorblocked.  she loves bright eyeshadow but tends to go for more neutral lipstick.  can never figure out what to do with her hair so she usually leaves it down or does a half-up half-down bun kinda deal.  

more masc clothing preferences are bell bottoms, button ups with butterfly collars, paisley print, turtlenecks and fringe jackets, etc. earthy tones and weird nasty olive green.  very late 60s / early 70s. prog rock flavor or glam rock flavor.  never got into the disco style only because he cant pull it off because he’s so scrawny and twitchy and has no chest hair to impress the ladies.    

one thing about 683 is that he hates tight long sleeves and goes insane if he has to wear them.  his uniform was sleeveless, so even short sleeves feel really weird and horrible on his arms.  prefers sleeveless, can do with short sleeves, 3/4ths sleeve or loose long sleeve, really tries to avoid tight/constricting long sleeves.  

i have a pinterest board of potential fits for him although i havent updated it because i barely know how to use pinterest.

7. Is your muse affectionate?  How much?  How so?

to most people, not really, he’s kind of a weird cagey asshole.  oscillates between fascinated with physical touch (suddenly wanting to hug his friends or snuggle with them or grabbing strangers when he’s trying to talk to them) to despising contact (cringes if you touch his hand when you pass him a cup).  he didnt grown up with a culture very big on it, so he isn’t sure if he likes it or not yet.  

to people he does care about, he tends to take his friends for granted but overperform affection for those he has romantic interest in.  not that he doesnt also dearly love and adore his friends, he’s just not the best at expressing his care for them other than random bursts of kindness and dissolving back into his weird normal self.  his understanding of romance has come from a very commercial, media-influenced place (he learns about it through television, novels and commercials, it’s not really inherent to his species) so he thinks romance is about buying flowers, holding hands, staring into each other’s eyes for three hours, etc. if he has romantic interest in you, he will constantly over and over again tell you how much he likes you and your company and you are soooo funny hahahhahhfhh, and will be unusually touchy (clings to your arm, sits RIGHT next to you, drops his head on your shoulder, etc).  

8. What position does your muse sleep in?

683 didnt know what blankets were until he came to earth (or deep space nine) !!! his old room was perfectly temperature controlled and he already has a lower natural body temperature, so there was no need for blankets at all.  human beds with big pillows and blankets are THE COOLEST, so he either curls up underneath a blanket with only the top of his head poking out or he sprawls out like a starfish to take advantage of as many pillows as possible.  his special move is to roll up in the blanket like some kind of little alien lumpia.  

he’s a fitful sleeper so if you sleep in the same bed as him, he’ll punch you or kick you on accident.  he does appreciate company, though, and will also plaster himself up against you and leech your body heat with his weird cold body.

9. Could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room?

depends.  they have a very average speaking voice and aren’t necessarily very loud (plus platforms dull footsteps), but if they were excited, they might raise their voice or yell or exclaim something.  and then they’re very shrill, so yes, you would hear her.  

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[sarcastically-defensive17]

The Rising Sun (1940’s, Biker!Luke AU)- L. Hemmings Series

Part 1

Based on “The House of the Rising Sun” by The Animals

Original story by sarcastically-defensive17

“You’re not actually gonna let her marry you off, are you?”

“Dottie, it’s ‘48.” Y/N said with a sad smirk on her face, “I don’t have much of a choice. ‘Specially with Daddy’s debts.”

The smell of hairspray filled her nose, eliciting a deep cringe to set on her features. Dottie had insisted in purchasing a can of the stuff, despite the rough price tag.

It was a new thing, what could you expect?

“Mama found a nice man with a rich daddy who is awfully smitten with me,” She had a specific southern twang. Hailing from New Orleans had its characteristics. “All I need to do is get a ring on my finger and a baby in my belly and I can pester him to help my daddy out.”

Anybody could see that Y/N was terrified.

She despised marriage. She had not seen a happy marriage in all of her 18 years.

Unfortunately, in her mama’s eyes, her clock was running and she needed to find a man soon.

Her mama had already taken it upon herself to talk to Mrs. Hemmings.

The woman had three sons and a husband with a decent amount of dough in his pocket.

She quickly became her Mama’s best friend.

It was sad, the Hemmings matron was a very kind woman, with the bluest eyes Y/N had ever seen. She was a doting person who loved to visit their household, despite the striking difference between their social classes.

The Hemmings family was the definition of the Bourgeoise, and Y/N’s family were struggling Proletariat’s with an unbalanced patriarchal alignment.

Her father was a gambling man. He worked 15 hours a day, and gambled half of his pay away for 5 hours of the day.

He didn’t eat meals with his daughters or his wife. He didn’t take an interest in them.

He just existed.

Yet, he still believed his word to be law in his house. Hence why Y/N had been ordered to meet with the Hemmings’ alongside her mother.

Dottie scoffed, brushing a curl away from her eyes. Y/N much preferred to get ready for something with her best friend, for her mother would be forcing her into everything pink and styling her hair in such an old style that it made her feel like she was living through the revolution in the 1800’s.

“A baby at 18? Could you imagine?” Dottie’s laugh was melodic.

She was a stunner. A true woman of the time with the most cherry red lipstick one could find.

A sigh left Y/N’s stained lips, “Fingers crossed I can make it til 19 before whoever I marry mounts me like a steed.”

The other woman barked out a laugh again, and Y/N found herself smiling alongside her.

A knock on the door sounded through Y/N’s small room. One she shared with her little sister who was currently at school.

A final spritz of hairspray and a smack on the behind from Dottie and YN was rushing out of her room to meet her mother and being dragged along many streets until she stood in front of the large manor.

It was a stunning house, affectionately named “The House of the Rising Sun” by the youth of New Orleans.

The family that lived there were all blonde haired and blue eyed and taller than she had seen.

They hailed from a recently colonized country on the other side of the world, and their voices were unlike any other she had heard.

Two expensive cars and a motorcycle were parked in the large drive of the house, and Y/N was dragged inside of the house to be met with three pairs of identical blue eyes, one more intense than the other.

Three soldiers fresh from the War. Three incredibly attractive men.

Luke didn’t expect the woman his mother organizes for himself and his brothers to meet would be so gorgeous.

She was a true doll, with every curve of her body enchanting him with every second he glanced at her, and the succulent eyes and lips that held a meek look.

“Ladies, these are my sons,” Elizabeth Hemmings announced once the two visiting women were situated in the nicely decorated living room.

Three large men were standing by the entrance.

Two dresses nicely. Button down shirts, pressed slacks and a nice jacket.

“Benjamin, and Jack.”

They shared features with their mother, and were exceptionally attractive.

They towered over her and sent butterflies forming in her stomach.

Unfortunately, only one caught her attention. From the leather jacket on his broad shoulders, to the frown set on his lips.

He looked like trouble. The kind of trouble that Y/N had been taught to avoid by her mama.

The kind of trouble to get her away from her bothersome family, and the too small house with the father waist deep in debt and the tailor mother reminding her that she needs to marry well.

He looked like he didn’t want to be there as much as she didn’t.

“And, Luke, my youngest.”

[heckinhacker]

Talon x Reader - Valentine’s special day.

word count: 1,701 requested: yes but no! It was exchange fanfic for Jinx skin! Thank you baby @semi-creative​, you saved us all with this great idea of fic- warnings: there’s one. I think I have everything written in gender neutral reader, but if I slipped some pronouns then I’m sorryyy-- another warning is I AM SORRY IF I FUCKED UP SOBS SOBS

A/N: I wanted to tag artist of this precious gem but I dunno! I searched and never found TAT 

Due to writer’s block I didn’t managed to write it for valentines! Sorry ;-;

You were slightly afraid of asking Talon WHY exactly were you sailing to Ionia together. Not like Talon was a big fan of the island, so what was the matter with him? You looked at the back of his head, as sea wind played with Talon’s bronze locks. You gulped loudly, cleared your throat and stood beside him. gazing away into neverending sea and sky. Amazing how both blues perfectly blended with each other but they didn’t at the same time.

- Talon…

- Hm? - he answered with a hum, like he almost always does.

- Are you dying or something? I mean- I know you hate doing something you hate for someone, and I KNOW you love me but still, no sacrifices needed. I wanted to see Ionia, but I don’t understand the dedication…

- What? No. I’m not dying, [Y/N].

- Then what’s the matter?

- Stop being inquisitive. 

- Ah- Okay, okay. Sorry, babe.

- Hmh. 

Smooth as sandpaper, Talon. Good job. You were a bit awkward by now, you just felt like you somehow angered your mysterious boyfriend, but in reality...he was the one who poked his nerve. Here he is, going to island he can’t give two shits for with dedication for you and this stupid “love-dove holiday” he really despised it, but for you...he can bare it. Or so he thought, now he was a glitter dick.

- I’m just tired, traveling is exhausting. 

- I know, Talon.

- Don’t be awkward because of me, you know me.

- I do, Talon. Don’t overthink that, I’ll be good in a second. 

- I’m sorry.

Now [Y/N].exe has stopped working. Did he really apologise? Maybe he’s really dying. You didn’t asked further, just laughed and squeezed his hand, looking at clouds and birds flying in between them. You were thankful he was here with you, no matter how grumpy he is or not.

When you noticed land with big Noxian flag dancing on the wind, you sighed with relief. Good thing sailing part is almost over. You grinned, looking beside you to steal a glance at your boyfriend. This time Talon was sleeping soundly on some chair.  You were surprised he managed to really drift off, since his trust to other people is almost nonexistent, and it’s like staying unarmed on opened field. You were glad that Talon trusted you enough with his life that he could take a nap outside his or your house. 

- Talon, I think we’re almost there. - you lightly tugged his shoulder to wake him up, and he did right away, giving time to his poor eyes to adjust to natural light greeting him right away. 

- Okay, I’m awake, I’m awake…

- Was your nap good?

- Nap as nap, nothing special.

- Good you didn’t had nightmares~ 

- Hmh. 

He stood up, leaning down on boat’s edge, looking down into water instead of land awaiting both of you. It didn’t take much time to sail to Noxian’s colony, placed in Ionian territory. It was great to feel steady ground with your feet again, you grinned making a few first steps as you held Talon’s hand, looking around. Even though there’s a lot of “Noxus aura”, it still looked much different than your homeland. It’s much more colorful. You were curious inside how does it look like even deeper into the island. You were sure that option is out of plan, but boy you were soooo wrong. At first you were one leading the way, but Talon quickly made his way to some kind of woods close to Noxian camp. He had everything planned, after all. He pulled out of this big bag he was carrying around a pile of clothes, handing them to you. 

- We need to dress up.

- I didn’t said anything earlier, but...what are we doing?

- Can’t a man try to surprise his partner with something?

- I must admit this whole trip is a big surprise and mystery to mee…

- Good. Now dress up. 

- Right here? Now???

- Yeah, when do you want to dress up? 

- I don’t understanddd…

- Do it, or we’re heading back.

- Okay, okay! Don’t get impatient! 

You did as he asked. You kinda hoped that Talon would steal a glance while you changed your clothes to Ionian styled ones.Talon was sitting with his back facing you, disguising himself as normal Ionian civilian.  Now your gears started to tick together - you actually WERE going deeper into Ionia! You couldn’t help but to grin way too widely. 

- So, what’s the plan?

- Now we’re walking to the closest town. 

- And then?

- You’ll see, [Y/N]. I can tell you that you’ll like what is going to happen. 

- Oh. Okay, I’ll take your word for that.~

Most of your walk was quiet, but that’s not a big surprise due to Talon being serious and not so talkative type. When you said something, he mostly hummed in understanding or commented something on topic. 

Streets of Ionia was way something else than Noxus. Here people laugh happily, talk, are nice to each other...It almost looked like magic for you. Talon looked like he didn’t gave two shits, but as long as you’re happy...well, whatever. 

- Stay close, [Y/N]... - he held your hand, making sure you’re still here. Just to make sure you don’t get lost. 

- I’m not a child, Talon! But fine. - not like you mind holding hands with him.

- We’re almost there.

- Where?

- Almost, [Y/N]. You’ll understand in a moment. 

- Meanie. 

When he suddenly stopped walking and looked at big logo of the most popular bakery of Ionia. He knew that you’ve heard about this place before, but it didn’t stopped him of taking you there anyway. Maybe you heard, but you never tried anything sweet from here. So, that’s your chance.  At first, you couldn’t believe your own eyes. You blinked a few times, rubbed your eyes and looked at the logo, then at Talon with disbelief. 

- Talon, I…

- No, don’t embarrass me even more. Let’s just go in…

- ...Thank you...

You walked in, as he wanted to. Insides of this bakery were so well decorated! And the smell of sweets in the air! It was pure and sweet for you. Talon, on the other hand, had a face like he was up to puke. Too much sweetness for his lungs. You can do it Talon!! He leads you to the table which is a bit moved away from other tables, since other couples were sitting here too, since, you know! Valentines Day! 

When you sat down, looking at each other, you could spot a slight blush on Talon’s manly features. You smiled genuinely at him, placing your hand on his. He shifted up, wanting to take his hand away, but then sighed deeply and let you hold his hand like that. You were patient enough with Talon, his uneasiness was pretty much normal, he loved you and you knew it, but his character is making everything worse. You understand and you want to be with him through that. 

- You can...pick whatever you want, how much you want. I’ll pay for that.

- We can share, Talon, that’s no-

- I said I’ll pay. Let me.

- Talon… 

- I’m bad enough lover, let me at least do that.

- No, you’re not! Don’t be harsh on yourself, you just are like that and-! And…

- And that sucks. You know you deserve much better. 

- I don’t. Even if I do, I don’t want any better. I love you, you know that. I know that you love me too, emotions are just hard for you. You thought about me today! I don’t know what the occasion is, today’s not my birthday, so-

- Valentines.

- Wha-

- Today is Valentine’s Day. 

- ...Oh! Really? I was one hundred percent sure you’ll forget about this, so I did!

- But I remembered. 

- That’s cute...And you remembered my wishes of visiting Ionia and this bakery! You’re the best, baby…  

- Humph. I’m trying…- he admitted quietly. 

- I know, babe. 

Talon looked down awkwardly, wondering what to say to you right now. He thought about what exactly to say when you both get there, but now his words are stuck in his throat. He wanted to tell you he’ll change, he’ll be more open to you, he’ll show you how much he adores you, but now he can’t get out any words. He got angry at himself. He only sighed and stood up. 

- I’ll buy you some cake for a start, later you’ll pick something. 

- Alright! 

He went away to lady behind counter, asked for your favourite piece of cake. He got black coffee for himself, no sugar, no milk. Bitter, just the way he likes it. He placed a cake in front of you and sat down, taking a sip of his coffee. 

Then - silence. 

Since it was hard to bare with this kind of quietness, you decided to start a conversation, again.

- So, about our being here now...do we stay somewhere to sleep, or we’ll travel back to...home? 

- We’ll stay, we travelled long enough. I have some place we can stay overnight. 

- Okay, that’s great. 

- Yeah… - and it would seem like conversation is over, but you won’t let it be like that.

- Talon, it seems like you’re holding something back. You want to say something? You know you can be blunt with me, no matter what. Right? 

- I know, it’s just…

- It’s just that honesty about emotions is hard. I know. Just try.

- I...eh. - he sighed, rubbing his nose bridge. - I’m trying. I promised myself I’ll be more open but I’m still...myself.

- And that’s enough.  - you assured him, gently caressing his hand with yours, looking him straight in the eyes with this smile of encouragement. 

Even though Talon is cold son of a bitch, he felt his heart sting a little. You cared so much even though he’s a failure of a boyfriend. Not that he’s self-doubtful, but he sometimes thinks you deserve someone more affectionate. You always assure him that he’s enough, he has no idea how you got feelings for him, but he wishes they would never disappear.  Maybe he didn’t said those thoughts out loud, but his little smile on grumpy features showed everything. 

‘Thank you, [Y/N]. I love you.’

[scenariosofkonoha]

Hi! A bleach request. Can you do a headcanon for jushiro and byakuya and hitsugaya? Swf and nsfw? Thanks!

Ayyyyy all the captains are here! ALSO BYAKUYAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSS. (I’ll be doing two hc’s for each category - I’ll try my best to make it as detailed as possible. I enjoyed writing this one up) - Admin Byakzen.

Toshiro Hitsugaya

[SFW]

He’s secretly insecure because of his height, but he doesn’t let that bother him too much. He hates being called a kid/a child and is especially peeved if he is treated like one, even if it was a harmless prank. Whenever he’s beside his taller s/o he is slightly envious and saddened by the fact that he’ll never be able to hold his partner in the same way as normal couples do (where the taller boyfriend is a protective frame for his shorter girlfriend). His s/o is the only one knows of his insecurity and constantly reassures him that his height has no impact on their relationship.

His ideal date consist of a quiet evening with his s/o. He’s not the one for going out too often, although when he does, he would prefer locations that are less loud and less crowded so an amusement park is out of the question unless he reluctantly agrees if his s/o continuously begs him to go to Disneyland because who doesn’t love Disneyland. So he would very much like to stay in and have home made dinner, a one-on-one conversation with his partner. Although a perfect date would be setting up a winter wonderland just for the two of them and ice-skating within their little white paradise so no throwing snowballs at Toshiro or he’ll get angry.

[NSFW]

Toshiro isn’t one to demonstrate his feelings for his partner through sex - he becomes stiff when he is touched intimately, taking time for him to relax after such contact. He has no prior experience to it and feels awkward when it comes to this subject. He doesn’t know how to please his partner in this way thus tends to stick to kisses, hugs and small affectionate gestures. Eventually his s/o will find out and may have to take the lead for a while until he feels more capable to take the reigns for himself. He prefers foreplay/oral sex rather than the act of penetration itself - he’ll make it up for some good mouth action ;) At first he’ll be quite reluctant to do this, but immediately after his partner touches him a spark will be ignited and he’ll grow more confident in his abilities as the night rolls on.

He’ll be seductive af when it comes to ice play though. His s/o despises the coldness from the ice, but it does heighten the sexual tension of the room. He likes to slowly drag the ice cube down their body from their neck and glide it down his partner’s stomach. Toshiro also will place the cube on his partner’s nipples and clit, swirling his tongue around their hardened nipple. He’ll suck on the sensitive nub, gazing up at his s/o to make sure he’s doing a good job and watch them shiver in anticipation for more.

Byakuya Kuchiki

[SFW]

He’ll frequently show his love and devotion to his s/o by placing soft kisses on various parts of their body - most likely their hands and forehead. It’s his way of reassuring his partner that he truly loves them and it’s a drop of affection he gives that makes them feel special inside. He particularly likes to press his lips against their knuckles for it’s not too discomforting for the public while still being graceful and as the gentleman he is, the back of their hand. In private, it’s at the point where the neck meets the shoulder - his s/o’s weak spot ;) Don’t worry, the lips get their service too.

He’s constantly aware of his s/o’s wellbeing. In fear of losing them like Hisana, he makes sure that their health conditions are stable and that they are being well-nourished. If his s/o sneezes or shivers, he’ll wrap a scarf around their neck. A single cough and they’ll be whisked off to the 4th division for a check up. Byakuya may act like a mother-hen in this situation, but it reassures him that while he is gone, his s/o is in a stable state of physical health.

[NSFW]

Byakuya is the type of person to take a steady pace during his lovemaking times with his partner. He doesn’t want to go too slow since it will make his s/o impatient and he doesn’t want to rush for it will remove the private and personal aspect of the experience, however this entirely depends on his mood and his movements. If he builds up on the foreplay, it would be fast and rough - animalistic almost which is unusual and out of character for him. His s/o will be surprised, but they don’t mind the sudden 360 turn though if they question Byakuya, they’ll only be meet by a sharp violet gaze warning them to be silent or there will be consequences. It is up to his partner if they obey him or not ;)

He’ll worship his lover’s body like no tomorrow. As previously mentioned in the SFW section, he wants to shower his s/o with his love. His lips and hands will wander around endlessly to fulfill his own desire and for his partner to feel the pleasure he is giving them. He’ll pay particular attention to body parts that his s/o is mostly insecure about, commenting that he loves those flaws - all of their flaws - because it’s what makes them their own individual self. Kissing their scars, their stretch marks, every freckle or feature that they find imperfect, he’ll find it the opposite.

Jushiro Ukitake

[SFW]

When he isn’t active on the battlefield or preoccupied with work he prefers spending time with his s/o. He would walk with them around the Seireitei whilst his arm is around their waist. Conversing with his partner while feeding the carp in the lake of his garden at the Ugendo quarters, he cherishes the time with them knowing that his time is running short because of his condition. He wants to make sure that his s/o knows that he deeply cares for them and his s/o wants to ensure that Jushiro has a few happy memories with them before he peacefully passes away.

He usually tags along with his s/o when they decide to visit the Rukongai - both as his duty as a Captain to maintain law and order in the rural areas and as a protective measure for his s/o. His partner’s kindness towards the members of the Rukongai is admirable. He watches them help out elderly individuals, cook food for them and volunteer in miscellaneous activities, but he especially loves watching his lover play with the Rukongai children. They have already shown their parenting skills when they interact with his zanpakuto spirits and he  would want kids someday with his s/o for he believes that they’ll be a prominent parental figure.

[NSFW]

Due to his frail body and illness, his s/o is usually the one in charge in the bedroom. Jushiro doesn’t mind being on the bottom, knowing that his own body has limits and he finds it appealing to see his partner take charge. His s/o will go gentle on him unless he wants to go a bit rougher and harder, using his shoulders to stable their movements as they take in everything of Jushiro. Both crave for physical contact so his lover may cup Jushiro’s face and bring him closer to them, pressing their forehead to his as they climax together in sync. The only sounds that can be heard is the gentle wind from outside and the heavy breathing mingled in the air.

Jushiro loves his s/o’s chest area dem titties. Because during sexual intercourse, he would want his partner to face forward towards him so he has a full upfront view of their chest. Jushiro would want to do something to pleasure his s/o besides from guiding them down his member - so he’ll use his mouth. He will tease his lover by blowing on their nipples before taking it into his mouth, sucking on it. If he feels that his s/o can manage on their own, one hand will caress the remaining breast as the other will stay close to their waist. He likes to press kisses on the chest area, specifically where the heart is - for their love comes from the heart.

[misaki-kurenai]

Fluffy Concoction

Word count: 2122 

Pairings: Chocobros/reader 

Rating: General Audience

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Prompt: The chocobros turn into chocobo chicks one night and you're stuck taking care of them.

I'm not the type to constantly update on tumblr on my latest fanfics, but since this one is a headcanon-type fic, I wanted to share this onto the FFXV headcanon community even though I should've done this sooner

Chapter 1

You examined the Potion flask, meticulously eyeing the fluid inside and the container itself. Opening the lid exposed an unusual scent that you couldn’t define. A mixture of herbs and… wet dog smells? You didn’t trust the potions Noctis bought from the old lady living near the Malmalam Thicket. She gave him a special discount, but you didn’t like the recovery items she had one bit.

There was a rumor circulating around the Hunter HQ that the old woman was a witch, thus forcing the hunters to banish her from civilization. You never did believe in rumors, but the air around her house felt eerie.

You joined Noctis and his friends on the hunt for the giant Bandersnatch monster guarding one of the Royal Tombs. Making your way through the humid and messy jungles, you swat some of the bugs away and crush the humongous bees with your weapons. Managing with a few scrapes and bruises.

When you reached the Royal Tomb, Noctis immediately tossed a Firaga magic flask at the beast and rushed in with his sword. The others joined him, using close combat to tackle the monster. The Bandersnatch stomps and twirls in a circle, smacking the boys harshly against the fallen tree trunks around the area. You kept your distance and managed to dodge in time, then continuously shot your pistol at the creature.

From the corner of your eye, you spotted Noctis holding one of the Potion flasks from the old woman and crushing it in his hand. Prompto followed, then Ignis, and Gladio. All four of them used a Potion, regaining their energy and strength. They thrust their weapons into the monster and struck through its tough skin, until it released a piercing screech and collapsed onto the lush grass.

By the time the hunt came to a conclusion, the stars had flourished the dusk skies with its dazzling spectrum. The five of you reached the nearest safe haven near the Regalia and crashed in the tent after enjoying dinner.

That was the last time you remember seeing the boys as humans.

The next morning, you woke to the sounds of small cheeping. A tiny and smooth object brushed against your cheek while something nudged your stomach. Squeezing your eyes, you wake to the sight of a chubby, light brown feathered chocobo chick, wearing what appears to be Ignis’ glasses. Its cute and inquisitive, large black pupils peers at you as it cocks its head. You gushed in fervor of a fangirl and swept the chunky blob in your arms, affectionately rubbing its head with your cheek.

”Oh my gosh, you look so much like Iggy!” you squealed. ”I gotta show him! He would be so shocked!”

You swiveled your head to your stomach to find a similarly chubby chocobo chick with dark brown feathers and a few scars where Gladio had his, on its face. This chick peeped at you at a lower octave and even released a loud belch. Taking the other chick in your arms, you cuddled the two birds and squealed again in pure euphoria.

”You look like Gladdy! Oh, the guys are gonna flip when they see you two!”

After your delight, an idea dawned on you. What if these two chocobo chicks were Ignis and Gladio themselves?

You blinked.

There was no way that Ignis and Gladio turned into chocobo chicks overnight, right?

Panic arose to your chest as you surveyed the area inside the tent.

You’re completely alone.

The boys are nowhere to be seen, but their clothes were strewn about inside.

Chocochick Ignis rubbed his head against your arm then stopped by the opened flap of the tent. It appears that he wanted you to follow him. You cautiously followed the chick to find the other missing chicks near the camping chairs. The yellow feathered chocobo chick ran in circles, as if panicking, while the black chick checked itself then eventually joined the other jumpy chick in anxiety, rolling across the ground on its sides. Your eyes nearly popped from your skull from the sudden realization.

The boys transformed into adorable and chunky chocobo chicks overnight.

You fell under pressure, picking up little Chocochick Ignis in your arms, ”How did this happen?!”

He peeped and shook his head.

Right.

Ignis is a chocobo chick.

He can’t talk.

Your eyes wandered around the safe haven, searching for any person in the proximity. There was no one around. Surely the reason of their transformation couldn’t be because of Ignis’ cooking. Maybe someone sabotaged them while you were asleep, however, why were you not affected?

Heaving a sigh, you carried the camping gear and packed them into the Regalia’s trunk by yourself. When you arrived back to the camping site, the two younger chicks panicked again, running in circles and colliding with one another, while the two older chicks smacked their wings against their small heads in the universal sign of disappointment. You rushed to the fallen chicks and knelt beside them, taking the black and yellow birds in your arms. They were as heavy and big as basketballs, making them easy to carry but difficult to manage.

The two chicks gazed at you with their large black eyes filled with inquiry and anguish. You smiled at them, ”Noct, Prom. I know it’s you two. But don’t worry. I’ll try to get you guys back. I promise.” you stroked chocochick Prompto’s soft head, who blushed under your touch and cooed. Then you scratched Noctis’ equally fluffy head with your index finger, who also blushed at your affectionate touch.

You looked around one more time then sighed. Since Ignis can no longer drive, you have to take the wheel. But where should you start? Maybe recuperating and brainstorming in your apartment in Lestallum could work.

Ignis usually has the top pulled down when he drives, but you drove with the cover on, in case one of the boys flew out of their seats. Chocochick Prompto bounced on his seat, like a child excited for a road trip. The other three stayed put, probably devastated about their new bodies. You could hear endless chirping from the backseat and those cute high-pitched peeps translating into bickering along the entire car ride.

Fortunately, you managed to sneak the boys-turned-chicks into your apartment without any prying eyes. They swarmed inside your apartment like children visiting the mall for the first time. Chocochick Noctis darted for your bed, frolicking in the sheets before crashing into your pillow. Little Prompto tagged along with his friend, jumping on the mattress and playing with his buddy. Ignis situated himself in your kitchen, sitting on the counter top while looking through your spice cabinet. Then the slightly bigger chick Gladio rested on the couch, flipping through whatever books you had lying around. In one second, it looks like the boys are already a handful as little blobs of feathers.

As you scratched your head, you furrowed your eyebrows, planning the next step to revert them to their human forms. You scoured your bag chocked with recovery items, searching for the Remedies. You figured that this condition was a new status ailment, hoping that a simple Remedy would do the trick and bring them back.

Since the prince was the most important, you sat on your bed and grabbed the sleepy chocochick Noctis with your hands, placing him on your lap. He was as big as an adult cat and even hissed at you for disturbing his slumber. You gently stroked his back and scratched the crown of his head with a broad smile on your lips. In this form, he’s cute and doesn’t give you much attitude or sass with words. Maybe keeping them like these wouldn’t be too bad for a little while?

Shaking your head, you brush away those thoughts and held onto the Remedy. You crushed it above small Noctis’ head and watched as the blue specks of light blanketed him. The chubby black chocobo chick shimmered, but as the lights faded, no results came to fruition.

Chocochick Noctis furiously cheeped at you, disappointed with your failed attempt.

Your jaw dropped. The only solution you could think of, didn’t work.

As you slumped your shoulders, chocochick Prompto scurries to your side and comforts you by rubbing his head against your arm. He peeps at you with those adorable and round eyes. Even in chocobo chick form, the blond boy still shines like the sun.

Little Ignis darted towards you, glasses nearly falling from his beak in the process, chirping intensely as if he has something urgent to report to you. You listened to his endearing sounds, perplexed by his message since he couldn’t speak. Chocochick Gladio had to jump in and used his wing to point to his opened beak, indicating that Ignis wanted you to feed them.

Reaching for your bag, you pulled out the Gysahl greens and headed for the kitchen, prepared four plates, then placed the vegetables on the ceramics on the tiled ground. Little Prompto and Gladio happily trotted towards the greens, pecking their tiny beaks at them. Ignis sat on your kitchen counter, drawing your attention to him. He gestures his beak to your spice cabinet. Does he want seasonings for his greens?

You opened the cabinets to reach for the basics: salt and black pepper. When you tried to close the cabinet, he cheeped at you and you reopened it, grabbing the spices that he nodded and approved of. Then you added pinches of each spice until he finally pecked at the vegetables.

The last chocochick to feed was the obstinate prince who despised his greens.

Noctis stood away from the others, defying you by not eating his vegetables. You knew you would have to force him to eat in this form. Kneeling beside the plates, you took a handful of Gysahl greens and approached the black chocobo chick. With a genial smile, you offered the greens to his face, ”Noct, come on. Eat up. Look, Prompto, Gladio, and Ignis are eating their vegetables.”

Chocochick Noctis frowned at you, turning away to avoid you. He had no interest in those greens, which wasn’t a surprise. Scowling, you heaved another sigh then picked up the chubby chick, sat on your bottom, then held the greens to his beak.

”Come on, eat your vegetables Noct.” you kept a firm grip around him. ”You can’t eat meat because you’re a chick. It’s not good for you, so eat these, please.”

But he wouldn’t budge.

You exhaled, then leaned your face to look at the black bird’s face, ”What would I have to do to convince you?”

He closes his eyes in response, keeping his stance.

Think.

What would be something human Noctis would be embarrassed of?

With one hand holding your hair behind your ear, you swooped down to the side of Noctis’s face and gave him a quick peck. The chocobo chick jolted on your lap and nearly fainted. The others gathered around their fallen friend, making the chick prince embarrassed to the point of him hesitantly nibbling on the piece of greens in your hand. However minuscule, the prince eating his vegetables made you erupt in euphoric accomplishment.

It looks like the boys turning into chocobo chicks wasn’t such a bad idea after all.