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☽ ✯ venture x witch! reader pt. 1! ✯ ☾

✯ welcome to my first venture fanfic ever!! ╰(*´︶`*)╯

✯ my venture fixation and endless fanfic reading of them has led me here, hours deep into writing my own...

✯ now that im typing this at 4 am on a school night.. i might have to post this in multiple parts..... 23 pages of fanfic that's still a wip uh oh!!

✯ ahem, i hope theres some fellow venture lovers out there who'll enjoy this! happy reading! :D

☆ FANFIC DEETS! venturexreader ☆

reader is a female who practices witchcraft! i wrote her that way because i also am a witch irl! :,)

VERY lengthy build-up fanfic (LOTS of reading.. i type a lot i think?)

venture is referred to as sloan <3

lifeweaver is besties with the reader, referred to as niran!

everything related to witchcraft here may be exaggerated / inaccurate for fanfic purposes.. but i tried writing it all into an experience > just reading!!

eventual ritual smut....

feel free to hmu, hope u enjoy :D

For every night that the full moon showed her face, the couple would be outside to accompany her. •°. *࿐

They'd bask in her glow to the grounds below, cherishing the energy of grace that she brings with her starry companions and practicing gratitude with her.

Both of them would dance around in the grass with bare feet, laughing away at each other's joys until they're so dizzy that they land into the planet’s arms, hand in hand, heart to heart. 𓆩♡𓆪

Gazing at the shapes of the misty clouds above their heads, they'd point out whichever ones reminded them of each other with giddy smiles on their faces.

Sloan would roll over with that sweet, chipped grin of theirs, facing you and holding your face gently.

Their thumb would run along the corner of your lips, eyes sparkling at how much they could just take you under the skies right now.

“ah, mi cariño, you're so.. beautiful. no crystal in the world could ever compare to your beauty.”

You'd turn to face them, putting your hand above theirs with a blush on your face.

“oh, sloan! you're too kind, my charming agate..”

“anything for the gem that makes my heart race.”

The two lovers would giggle at their silly rock jokes, holding each other close under the night’s gentle breeze.

Never wanting their time together to end, they'd lean into one another, eyes fluttering shut as their lips meet once again.

The natural softness of your lips pressed against theirs sent shockwaves through their body, none that their drill could ever replicate on a battlefield.

You made them feel so warm and loved inside, especially with the way your hands made it to their hair every time you two kissed.

It felt like the world had stopped, and all they could process was how needingly their hands moved all over your body in response, taking their time with each mark, crease, and even speckle of hair.

They loved everything about you after all.. each “flaw” of yours was just another spot that they had the honor of touching and kissing. <3

They'd pull back for a breath, but really it was just to take you in once more.

“you’re so special to me, mi vida, you know that?”

The moon was going to show herself at her fullest tomorrow, but curses, you were dreading her appearance..

“something's brewing.. tomorrow won't be a good day, i can feel it.” You mumbled to yourself, glaring down at the black candle you held with its own silver plate.

The flame that once stood still flickered at your words in response, emitting up to you in what felt like commiseration.

“mm, something's gonna happen, right? go on, you can tell me~..”

You poked your index finger at its flame in a petting motion, watching as the flickering intensified. The shape of the fire leaned away from your touch in shame.

“don't be sorry, it's not your fault.. shh..”

You tilted your head at it and cooed with a comforting tone, holding the candle closer.

The flickering stopped and the size of the once spirited flame dimmed down into a ball of burning light.

Moving your gaze back to the rain outside of the window you stood in front of, you sighed.

“just, please protect them for me, okay? i know you can do it, take this and keep them safe..”

You held the candle steadily in front of your face, careful not to drop it with one hand.

The other hand reached down into the drawer of your altar’s nightstand, pulling out an old, used incense stick.

With the edge of it, you used the dripping wax to draw out a sigil onto the body of the candle, whispering an affirmation in hopes that it reaches the universe in time.

Then, you placed the candle down, thanking it for letting you borrow its energy.

You looked back at your sleeping lover, resting peacefully in the bed you two shared.

They hugged a pillow that you had nudged in place of where you were laying, already drooling all over it. Their hair was a mess and their body already took over most of the bed.

Yeah, they were just in a grey T-shirt and purple boxers with lightning bolts patterned onto them, but god, they were such a sight to take in.

You smiled, before looking back at the window and its altar, your heart feeling a little lighter for the night.

“yeahh.. they'll be alright.”

“moorningg sunshiinee~! (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )”

“mmhh.. whehh..”

“i mean, it IS raining.. but i made you sunny eggs anyway!”

“actually, i dunno if they're.. exactly.. sunny? they're all nice and poached up for you though! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ”

You felt a plate nudge at your side, earning a groan out of you.

“c’mon mi corazon! you gotta eat something!!”

“por favoorr!!! pleaasee wake up, i wanna hug you before i go! (っ´ω`)っ”

“whuh- huh??”

You finally budged at the gloved hands that were lightly shaking at your shoulders, pushing them away.

Squinting at their blurry face, you rubbed your eyes to get a better view of the person in front of you.

“before you.. go? you don't normally leave this early, sloannnn..” You yawned, looking up and down at their work clothes in confusion.

They had a different color jacket on today, but your tired mind didn't think to question it, figuring it was because of their job.

“yeahh I knooww my love, but there's some.. new ruins that my buddies found at work..! r-really important duty calls, and history awaits!”

“here, eat this for me! please?” They grinned, holding the plate in front of you as you sat up.

“mmh, promise me you'll stay safe baby.” You shoved a piece of burnt toast in your mouth without really looking at it.

“of couurrssee, y/n! don't you worry your little pretty head about me, i'll be fiiinee~ (つω`｡)” They sat the plate down next to you, wrapping their arms around you and snuggling their cheek on top of your head.

“mmhmmm, you better be, or i’ll keep every mirror and glass in this house covered when you're dead!” You reached up, playfully smacking the top of their head.

“nooo!! :( how am i gonna talk to you when i’m a cool mummified spirit thennn?ヾ( ￣O￣)ツ"

“no matter how much your ghost bangs on my crystal ball, screaming ‘y/nnn!! mi amooorr.. my priiinceeessss!!! myy woorlldd!!’.. you'll be talking to yourself.”

“baby nooooo :((, pleeaaase don't abandon me like thaatt, really! don't worry about me, i’ll bring back goodies for you n’ everything! (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ” They pecked your lips, holding your face with the cutest puppy eyes ever.

“awwe, fiinnee. i believe in you, sloan.. i won't curse you with being a lonely spirit.. yet. (´-.-`)” You joked, your hands making it on top of theirs.

They rolled their eyes, continuing to make a mess of your face with their honey-coconut chapstick.

You happily absorbed all of their pouty kisses like a crystal soaking up a person’s energy.

You could've sat there and let them kiss you awake forever..

..but unfortunately, the excavator had a job to do.

With one last kiss on your lips, they hurried over to the bedroom’s closet, snatching up a backpack and their signature drill from it, and they waved their way out of the door.

“alright baby, i gotta go now! i love you, i miss you already! (´ ε ` )”

“oh-! i love you more! thanks for the food! ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡” You blew them a kiss.

“nonono, thank YOU for leaving those drinks by the window for me! :D” They peeped their head out of the doorway one last time before rushing through the house.

“don't forget to tell the bugs goodby- WHAT.”

“LOVE YOU MOST!! (o^ ^o)ﾉ”

“SLOAN!!????”

“IMSTEPPINGOUTTHEDOORNOW,BYEBABYCAKES!MUAHMUA-”

You watched them scurry down the road from the window, familiar looking jars clutched in their arms with a grin on their face..

They just took your jars of moon water to work.

You've been carefully curing those jars with salt under the moon light for literal years.

What the fuck.

With your palm now on your face, you sighed.

“there's no way they just- okay.”

You pressed your hands together and closed your eyes.

“i won't sacrifice them to the gods in their sleep tonight i won't sacrifice them to the gods in their sleep tonight i won-”

The smell of egg and toast hit your nose, making you look down at your side.

The plate of breakfast was still sitting there.

“oh, hm.” You picked up the fork and sliced an egg open with it, watching how the yolk oozed out slowly, inviting you to enjoy it.

‘chef sloan, huh?’ You raised a brow, bringing a piece of it to your mouth.

‘did they.. try poaching eggs this time? weird, i thought they were in a hurry.. it’s cooked wel-’

You immediately stopped chewing, the slight taste of metallic water failing to compliment the wetness of the actual egg.

You felt your right eye twitch, hoping that the egg wasn't boiled with what you thought it was.

It was then that the adventurous Sloan Cameron was destined to die by the hands of their own lover.

They jogged through the rain in a hurry, abruptly halting at the bus stop they almost just ran past.

They knew you would've gotten onto them for not taking an umbrella, even more for snatching up their water jugs, but they figured they'll make up for it by kissing you all over later.

With their bags strapped on, drill in their hands, and their girlfriend’s jars now burrowed in their pockets, they were amped for their own little mission awaiting them at a site reserved for the Wayfinder society.

See, they weren't actually called for any “important duties” at work, nor were any new ruins discovered.

Rather, they had their own plans for today's solo expedition, and that included secretly taking a trip down an untouched mine.

It was near one of the less active dig sites at their main workplace, hidden under old, giant tires that probably haven't been moved for years.

How did they find it? More like, how didn't they?

Their bus arrived, and they climbed on, paying for themselves and the one other person behind them with a ‘oh, don’t sweat it!’

They casually sat down towards the front of the bus, careful not to bang their filled pockets against anything, and sighed in relief. ( ´ ▽ ` )

Them and their drill both took up four seats, all dripping wet from the rain outside.

Some people gave them looks, but they were oblivious to it, one hand patting their drill while the other held the edge of their seat.

They looked to the front window of the bus with a smile, bopping their head side to side while thinking of you. (b ᵔ▽ᵔ)b

Any worries about being found or getting in trouble for working on a site alone was out of the window; today was a paid day off for workers in the society.

But Sloan? Oh, Sloan Cameron was the most committed and daring worker that the Wayfinders had.

If they weren't invited to anything for the holidays, they'd gladly spend their days putting in more time at work, not caring whether it was even meant to be a work day or not.

If they felt like digging, they could dig that!!!!

No one else at work ever minded anyway, their proven ability to work efficiently and optimistically is what earned their reputation of being reliable enough to be left alone.

Uncovering stories of the past cost them nothing more than physically getting active until they felt like bugging their girlfriend to cuddle them to bed.

..Sloan only ever really took their days off if it meant staying home with their beloved now.

Otherwise? They essentially were paid really well just to do what they love; collecting pretty rocks and bones for their lover, going on fun expeditions for their love of archaeology, and building big muscles in the process.

It was a triple-win in their eyes, they wouldn't have life any other way. No bad day or sudden curse could ever change that..

(TELL ME THEY WOULDN'T CALL IT A TRIPLE WHAMMY!!!!!!)

Oh, how they felt themselves warm up at the thought of their goddess at home, but quickly shook their head, reminding themselves why they were here at this specific site.

To think that such a cave with so many marvelous finds was right under everyone's noses was bizarre to them.

Sloan was so happy that they were the only one to know about it, gushing to themselves about all the crystals they'll bring home for their witchy wife to work with.

They let their mind wander again, imagining the smile you usually have on your face from their grand returns home.

Σ>―(〃°ω°〃)♡→ Σ>―(〃°ω°〃)♡→

You'd rush out of your little sanctuary shack that was on the side of the house to the sound of the doorbell, nearly breaking through the wall to wrap yourselves around them, kissing their dirt-covered face without a care in the world.

‘welcome homee babyy, i’ve missed you soo much, muah muah!! how was work? anyone i need to curse today? are you hungry?? thirsty?’

They chuckled to themselves at the thought of your voice, unconsciously rubbing a hand on the side of their face with a ‘shucks.. (ง ื▿ ื)ว..’

They thought about how you'd take quick notice of the extra bag they've come back with, panicking and offering to help them carry their things inside.

Then, they'd shush you, shuffling over to the living room mat to empty said mystery bag, revealing an endless galore of a crystal witch’s dream.

From that point on, you'd probably tackle them down and they'd laugh, laying there to suffer the wrath of your kisses with no complaints.

Their imagination strayed towards admiring you.. how kissable your neck always is, how holdable your waist was… how much they wanted to take in the view of you on top of them and absolutely devour-

Nonono, they had a mission right now, and that was to acquire stones for their magical wife!!! ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝

Sloan eagerly lowered themselves down into the tunnel of the cave, rope in one hand and flashlight in the other.

Their mining goggles were on, their backpack was on their back, and their jackets were off, leaving them in a white tank top. The jars they stole borrowed from you were now in the pockets of their pants.

Water and sweat dripped all over their arms and neck from how humid it was, but they were too excited to care.

They quickly scouted the place out like a sailor, the grin on their face growing at the sight of all of the crystals already visible to the surface.

It was like this mine was carved out for them, each colorful gem crying out ‘take me home to your lover!!! (」°ロ°)」 take me home to her!!! (」°ロ°)」’

Oh, did Sloan listen to their pleas alright, setting their bag and jars down near the entrance, instantly getting to work with their handy pickaxe.

They would've used their drill, but they stuck to pickaxes for these types of missions, wanting to bring home actual clusters of gemstones for you and not.. pellets.

Besides, whole rocks would be easier to preserve in water than crumbs, right?

Everytime they brought their pick down to the deposits of stones, the grin on their face widened in joy.. It was probably bright enough to start emitting light in the darkness of the mine.

The sound of the axe hitting the ores was music to their ears, so they kept swinging and chucking each one of your gifts into their bag, not a single worry in the world to bother them.

“ooohh, myy y/nnn! i can't waaiitt to bringg these homee to youuu~!!◝(⁰▿⁰)"

“i can't wait until they get home so i can kick their ass.”

You crossed your arms with a huff, staring in disbelief at the jars of moon water that were, in fact, missing.

Only one jar remained, and it was in the sink, empty.

Your eyes made way to the pan left on the stove, some pieces of egg still floating in the foggy water.

Your right one was probably still twitching, but you were just too distraught to notice.

“is this what i was having those feelings about?”

You clenched your fist, bringing it down to the counter.

“today was feeling off because my own partner decided to.. snatch ALL of my jars on the way to work.. as if that's something they normally do!?”

You looked at your flytrap plant pet that sat nearby, shrugging in a ‘wtf’ kind of way.

One of the plant’s traps closed themselves in response, slightly seeping downwards.

“ugh, i know, right?! it beats me why they'd just.. DO that, ya know?”

Another trap closed themselves, joining the first one in silently chiming in and sagging down.

“see, i really want to trust in sloan, i love them with my entire life! anndd afterlife! but.. also, who the fuck just steals a witch’s water?! not even a burglar would do that!”

“like, i was curing those for years, man! if sloan lets sunlight touch any one of those jars, i'll curse them for eterni-”

Both of the closed traps opened quickly in unison.

“..you're saying i.. shouldn't? curse them?” You raised a brow, a hand now on your hip.

The plant pods closed themselves back, not dipping their heads downwards this time.

“hm. i guuueeess that's true.. i was considering the voodoo doll approach to really teach em’ a lesson but.. you're right.“

“i can just sacrifice them another day.. today can be ass-kicking, tomorrow will be their downfall.”

You finished with a grin, starting to put some plates away as the flytraps reopened their mouths, sitting as if nothing had changed.

After a couple minutes of washing and drying used dishes from the night before, you felt something soft rub against your leg.

“wha- oh my gosh!! hii squuiishhyy!!” You squealed, lifting up the fat, fluffy creature that nudged its head on the back of your calves.

It wasn't exactly a cat.. or a dog..

Actually, it was a raccoon, a big albino one, and he was here to distract you from the bones you had to pick with your partner.

“myyy fluuffyy companionn, how aare youu?? :D”

You snuggled him, rubbing his face against yours.

He kind of just.. didn't react, cutely letting you hold him with a neutral •ᴥ• on his face.

Then, another soft creature rubbed against your ankles.

“aahh, spaaarkkyy!! my other fluffy companion!! what about you? how aree youu doingg todaay?? >:0”

You smiled, lifting it up to rub the other side of your face.

It wasn't a raccoon this time, but a black possum, and he had a white patch of fur in the shape of a star on his back!

He curled himself into your grasp with what seemed like his own little smile :0)

Both of the pets were adopted and well taken care of by you and Sloan.

Your partner found the possum on the way to work one day, insisting they kept him and named him Sparky because of the way his pointy teeth sparkled.

They couldn't stop running their fingers along his teeth for weeks, having to be dragged away by you for the possum to find some peace.

‘look at how razor sharp they are!! do you think his teeth could bite my fingers off?! id pay him with food, then i could get cool omnic prosthetics-’

‘sloan! that'd be-! ..messy actually, if you're gonna get blood everywhere, at least let me hire a vampire first.’

‘mi amor.. :( vampires only really existed centuries ago! how would you even find one for me right now? are you gonna make one of those cool pacts or something??’

‘id sacrifice you to one from the pas- nevermind, ‘cause you'd probaablyy want that, so i’ll just.. pretend to sacrifice you and not actually do it. (っ˘ω˘ς )’

‘nooOOO!!!! >:((((‘

As for the raccoon, you had found him while having a cleansing session in the woods, luring him with fruits and veggies that you had originally brought along for any wandering fae.

(You also made sure to come back later that day with more goodies as an apology to said spirits, leaving them with fruits, nuts, and honey.)

When you brought him home, you named him squishy, simply because he was fat and.. well.. squishy.

Sloan tried to play with his teeth, followed with their failed attempt at getting the two new pets to play a game..

‘y/n, look! they both have the cuuteestt baby hands!! that gives me an idea..’

‘you hold sparky like that ʕ •̀ o •́ ʔ, i’ll hold squishy like.. this! ʕ •̀ ω •́ ʔ we can play rock-paper-scissors! here, this'll be rock..’

And with that, you two now lived with Squishy and Sparky (and other pets being your plants & their bugs too).

A doorbell going off ended up interrupting your moment with your companions, earning a startled jolt from you.

‘oh? who could that- oh my stars-!’

“i forgot niran was coming over! Σ(O_O)”

✯ if you've made it this far, thank you for reading! <33

✯ here is the link to part 2!!, also on my profile.. here are the borders used!

✯ enjoy your day/night, stay hydrated, and keep loving venture <3

#sloan cameron #venture ow2 #venture overwatch #venture x reader #overwatch x reader #overwatch #ow2 #fanfic #fanfiction #save me sloan cameron

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thepenultimateword · 2 years ago

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hello! i've really been liking these leader x villain flavour prompts you've been writing, it's such an interesting combination!

could you by any chance write a snippet with this dynamic? if not, i'd be fine if you redirected me to other snippets with it as well. thank you! i hope you have a wonderful day :D <33

"Anti-hero, get those henchmen bound and gagged. Hero, do a perimeter of the area in case we missed anyone. Sidekick, go check the alarms to make sure no one has sounded anything, then go wipe the cameras."

Each member of the team immediately fell in the line. No arguing, no whining, just pure, trusting obedience. It was a hard thing to build up a reputation that strong. Leading their own the right way so often that they didn't even feel the need to question. More impressive was the way they'd torn Villain's leadership apart. Making them panic, making their henchman panic, seeding the entire base with doubts that quickly bloomed into bright red betrayal.

They'd probably be furious if they weren't also so smitten.

Leader watched their team file out and then whipped around on their heel to face them. A thin sheen of sweat glistened against their hairline, pasting a few stray locks against their temples and brightening the flames blazing in their eyes. They probably didn't mean for the tight clench of their jaw to bring out their dimples, but it did, and it was breathtaking.

Leader yanked on Villain's bond a couple times to test their strength, and Villain's breath hitched as their pinky brushed lightly against their wrist.

"It would be best if you gave up any notions of escape or freedom right now," the hero said coldly. "Any resistance will only get you hurt, and I would rather keep all your bones and teeth intact."

Villain stared in starry-eyed awe. Honestly, how did they ever get into the hero scene with a threatening nature like that? They were like one big dog in the center of a large group of rabbits.

It wasn't that the rest of the team was bad; they all had their skills and specialties that got the job done, but Villain had always felt a comfortableness with the rest of the team. A certainty that with the right pressure they could break every single one of them. Not so with Leader.

The team's chief member was an enigma. Too cold to be influenced, too hard to be broken, too determined to be turned. Oh, how Villain wished they could be turned.

It was an embarrassing sort of dream of theirs, middle school level ridiculous, to get Leader on their side and live happily ever after as the city's rulers for the rest of their lives. They'd be good at it. Leader would notice all the fine details that Villain missed, as well as know the best ways to gain people's loyalty.

"Taking hostages doesn't seem very heroic, now does it?" Villain said, grateful that nothing in their voice betrayed the nervous, squirming sensation in their stomach.

"Consider it more of an arrest."

"You're not the police."

Leader fixed them in a cold, evaluating stare. "They'll get you eventually."

Ok, so this prisoner-of-the-hero-team thing was going to be temporary. They'd really have to make the most of it then.

"What do you even want from me anyway?" Villain said. "Nothing's changed since the last time you sycophants barged in here."

Leader slow blinked. "I doubt that very much."

Ok? That didn't make a lot of sense, but if Leader was interested in them, they weren't going to argue.

"Ok, so--" Villain cut off with an undignified squeak as Leader suddenly grabbed them around the legs and slung them over their shoulder.

"W-wait, we're going now?" Villain cried, hair curtaining their face. They actually had to be a little grateful because they're really couldn't guarantee the state of their face right now.

Leader did not respond.

"But what about your team?"

"They know what to do."

A little shiver ran down Villain's spine. It was more thrill than fear, but Leader must have mistaken it because they said:

"Don't give me a reason to hurt you, and you'll be just fine."

The lair door creaked, and Villain was immediately buffeted with loud, icy, wind. They had to shout a little to be heard over it all.

"Do I get a phone call? A change of clothes? A personal item to get me through the long, cold nights?"

Leader stopped walking. Villain felt their head tip directly down as the hero ducked their head forward and stared through the gap in their arm to look directly into Villain’s inverted face. The flames in their eyes had burned cold.

"You’re a villain. What makes you think you deserve those rights?”

Hm. Maybe this had been a mistake.

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 2 years ago

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Stubborn

Prompts: hey I really like your writing, and I have a prompt if you're looking for one. I adore the scene in I'm Okay (Sure) where Janus forces Logan to admit he's lying, and I would love to see more of Janus getting through to the more stubborn sides in a similar way. I feel like only Janus would be perceptive enough/willing to pick one of them apart like that and I like it a lot! so maybe one of the sides is having a Bad Time and refuses to admit it/hides it, and everyone can kind of tell that something is going on but they don't know what to do because nothing they try is working, and maybe nothing is wrong in the first place? so Janus gets them to reveal exactly what's up and how bad it's gotten and then the side in question asks for help. I don't mind who it is, but this probably would work best for a more stubborn character. I hope you have a great day :D - anon

it's been raining all day here and I am very sleepy, so I come with a simple request

could we have some sleepy dlampr cuddles? I don't have anything too specific, I just want them all being soft and fluffy and caring for each other and maybe getting some cookies ... now I want cookies anyway, that's it buh-byee - anon

Hello *hello* I have an thought(tm). I would love to see your take on a drlamp fic where the others are just smitten over their emo. Just head over heels. Janus and Patton bonds over how much Virgil smiling and cooing over kittens gave them heart palpitations. Logan getting starry eyed when Virgil makes tea just how he likes it and thinks he's the luckiest man on earth. Roman and Remus compete over who gets to slow dance with Virgil or who gets to woo him shsksjs. Just— a fic where all of them love Their Emo, yanno? - anon

Read on Ao3

Warnings: spirals, anxiety attacks, panic attacks

Pairings: DLAMPR

Word Count: 4813

This is fine. This is fine. Everything is so fine that it’s hard to imagine it could be more fine. No, seriously, everything is so fine and so good right now in the way that it’s happening. This is great. It’s hard to imagine life could be better than this. This is fine. It’s fine. It’s so totally fine.

…okay, maybe it’s not fine.

Or, Virgil's having a bad day. The others try and make it better. Now, if only Virgil will let them.

…okay, maybe it’s not fine.

Virgil grits his teeth and shoves his hands deeper into the pockets of his hoodie, making the seams whine in protest as he strains against the fabric. Should he be more careful with it? Maybe, but it’s not like he can’t just…fix it if he breaks it. He’s done that before, right? It’ll be okay. It’s not like he’s got some incredibly priceless thing on that someone gifted him or that he spent an exorbitant amount of money on so it’ll feel important.

It’s just a hoodie.

Muttering to himself isn’t helping, so he takes one of the strings and chews on it. That’s better. Something to chew on that isn’t his lip and probably won’t fuck up his teeth as badly as gum. Which is rude. Gum shouldn’t fuck up your teeth. It’s designed to be chewed. Why design something to be chewed if it’s just going to fuck up your teeth?

Why make something if all it’s going to do is fuck up?

“Oh my god, I fucking hate this.”

Okay, it’s not like he’s not used to Anxiety spirals. He is Anxiety, that’s his fucking job, to get worried about things and be worried about things and sometimes it’s right and he’s correct and Thomas is better off not doing something—or doing something—and it’s okay for like, two seconds before he starts worrying about the next thing.

But this one…even he knows that this one is really fucking stupid.

So here’s the thing: Thomas has been really on this self-love kick recently. And while yeah, that’s great for him and, uh, honestly probably a lot healthier than a lot of the shit he’s been doing before that, it has the side effect of, um…

Look, let’s just say everyone’s been a great deal sappier recently, okay?

And while that’s fine when it means he gets to snicker in the corner as Patton melts into a great big fuzzball or Janus hisses ‘cause he’s too flustered, it’s not great when it feeds into these goddamn Anxiety spirals that make him want to do bad things.

Because he said it earlier: self-love kick. Thomas didn’t magically wake up and decide to love himself, he’s got to work for it. He has to get up and make that choice every goddamn day and that’s fucking hard. It’s hard to put in that much effort to do something new, especially when it’s something really new—and that’s kinda sad on it’t own, but we’re not going to talk about that right now—and at some point, something is going to give.

…doesn’t help that the Anxiety is really fucking convinced that he’s the thing that’s going to give.

Because his job is to doubt! To whisper all the bad things that could happen in Thomas’s ear and guess what? He’s gotten pretty fucking good at it over the years and that’s not good for Thomas.

Yeah, yeah, there was that whole thing about accepting Anxiety and realizing that yeah, there are healthy ways to have stress and all that jazz, but this? This kind of spiraling?

Unhealthy.

Virgil bites down so hard he breaks the aglet on the end of the lace.

Is…maybe he’s just unhealthy.

Maybe that’s it. Maybe while all the others are being all sappy with each other, he should just stay on the couch and watch. Watch them getting all touchy-feely with each other—which is fine, he’s not big on the whole sap-fest anyway—and just stay away from it before he ruins it.

He won’t, like, duck out or anything, they all know how badly that went anyway, but he’ll just…not.

He’s probably not included in the whole…love every part of yourself thing anyway.

“Holy fucking shit, Janus, don’t fucking do that.”

Janus chuckles as Virgil recovers from the jumpscare of his goddamn existence, hand still clutching the hoodie material over his chest and scrubbing a hand over his face.

“What in the fuck do you want?”

“I’ve not heard you swear so much in ages, Virgil.”

“Yeah, well, whose goddamn fault is that?”

“I hardly think Patton is one for cultivating the use of swear words.” He tilts his head. “Unless you intend to…balance out the Mindscape now that you and Remus no longer share a hallway?”

“I don’t—wait, what the fuck does that have to do with—you know what, never mind. Why don’t you just explain why you came in without knocking and scared the shit out of me?”

“I was summoned.”

That draws Virgil up short. “What? No, you weren’t.”

Janus hisses quietly.

“Wait, that’s not a lie, I didn’t summon you—“

Another hiss.

“—will you knock that off? I did not decide to summon you!”

“Now that is true,” Janus says, raising a hand to tug the lace from Virgil’s mouth, “I will accept that you did not knowingly summon me.”

Virgil pinches the bridge of his nose. “If I ask very politely, will you turn off the cryptic and condescending bastard part of you until this conversation is over?”

“Perhaps.”

“That’s a ‘no.’”

“It’s a ‘perhaps.’” Janus’s mouth curves up in a smirk. “Depends on how nicely you ask.”

“Janus Sanders, O Powerful Lord of Lies, will you please resist the temptation to be patronizing and condescending for the remainder of this conversation?”

“Ooh, he is capable of being polite.” He tilts his head thoughtfully. “But you didn’t say ‘please.’”

“Really?”

“Getting less inclined to agree…”

“Fine, please?”

“Aw, there it is.” Janus chuckles when Virgil’s glare turns on him. “Oh, alright. You should try it sometime, though, it really is quite fun.”

“Uh-huh. Yeah, sure. I’ll keep that in mind.” He crosses his arms. “Now, can you tell me why you’re here?”

“I told you. You summoned me.”

“And seeing how I have no idea why you’re here, can you tell me what summoned you?”

“You were lying.”

Virgil throws his hands up. “Did or did you not just agree to not be a cryptic bastard?”

“The exact words of your question were, and I quote: ‘will you please resist the temptation to be patronizing and condescending,’” Janus says in a way that somehow sounds both patronizing and condescending, “nothing in there about cryptic.”

Anger bubbles up into the back of his throat and he growls. “Get out.”

“No can do, I’m afraid.”

“Why the fuck not? Did you forget how to use doors in all your efforts to be an absolute bastard?”

“I’d just be summoned right back,” he points out as if he’s bored, examining the fingers of his glove, “what would be the point?”

“Just be—you haven’t even fucking told me why you got summoned in the first place, don’t you think that would be a little more helpful than whatever the fuck—“ he gestures to Janus’s whole…thing— “this is?”

“Because god forbid I ever be anything other than helpful.”

“What in the fuck does that even mean?”

“I don’t know, Virgil,” he says in that stupid lilting voice that makes Virgil want to throw a chair at his face, “whatever could that mean?”

“I don’t have time to play your stupid games, Janus.”

“Oh, but you have time to walk around in a little circle in your room?”

“You know what? Yeah. Yeah, I fucking do, okay? I got time to do that ‘cause it’s my job to freak out and I was freaking out just fine before you got here.”

“My, my,” Janus says, covering his mouth with one hand, “whatever could you have been freaking out over? It isn’t like this is the best mental health Thomas has had in a while or anything, nor the fact that oh, apparently this is the first time everyone’s gotten along in, what, over a decade?”

“Yeah, and how fucking long do you think that’s gonna last, huh?” Virgil steps forward, shoving his face into Janus’s space. “You think that we’re all just gonna be one big happy family from now until Thomas fucking dies? You think it’s just gonna work? Because it isn’t!”

Janus doesn’t say anything.

“It isn’t just going to work. Sooner or later something is going to happen and someone is going to disagree with someone else and we’re all gonna be right back to hating each other and fighting. That’s how it goes, that’s how it always goes.” He tangles a hand in his hair. “And then the twins are gonna separate again and it’ll be like we can’t even spend time with one without the other thinking that we’re taking their side—then Logan’s gonna get all aloof and detached again ‘cause shit’s too hard for him—and you’re gonna pull a great fucking disappearing act again and it’s gonna be my fault.”

“Your fault?”

Virgil throws his head back as a humorless laugh escapes. “Who do you think is gonna be the bearer of bad news when shit hits the fan again? Me! I’m the one who says when shit’s wrong, I’m the one who brings attention to all the fucking problems we have.”

He looks down at his hands. They’re shaking.

The anger rushes out of him, almost staggering him as he’s overcome with something that just hurts.

“I’m gonna fuck this up for everyone,” he mumbles, still looking at his hands, “I…that’s what I do.”

The room is quiet. A clock ticks. Somewhere down the corridor there are footfalls on the stairs.

A blob of yellow interrupts Virgil’s view of his hands. Something soft takes them and guides them up, looping them around Janus’s neck as his hand raises his head, staring at a face that isn’t patronizing or condescending in the least.

“Hi, sweetie,” Janus murmurs, all trace of antagonist gone from his voice as Virgil closes his eyes and buries his face in his chest. “I really fucking hate when you do that.”

“I know, sweetie, I know.” And he does sound genuinely remorseful, which makes it worse. “But it’s the only way I get can you out of there sometimes.”

Which is true, but he doesn’t have to say it.

Another hand—he’s a fucking snake, why does he get six arms—lifts his chin up. His wobbly chin because apparently, he’s crying now. Janus lets out a soft noise and kisses his cheek, stroking a hand through his hair as he pulls him close for a cuddle.

“I’m sorry for riling you up so much,” comes the gentle apology as he’s tucked almost inside the cape, “but you were hurting yourself, sweetie.”

“I know.” He sniffles. “But ’s my job.”

A soft hiss in his ear. “Don’t you ever believe that hurting yourself is necessary for you to be wanted or to be useful.”

“But—“

“No buts.” Janus pulls back to take his chin and stare at him. “You are not worth more in pain. Do you understand?”

It’s phrased like a question, it’s not one. Virgil nods and Janus nods back, tucking his head over his shoulder. He closes his eyes and just gives in, sagging into Janus, knowing he can take his weight, letting tears fall onto black fabric as gloves run up and down his back.

“I’ve got you, sweetie,” he soothes, pressing another kiss to his shoulder, “I’ve got you. I’m right here. Just hold onto me.”

It is nice, he begrudgingly admits, to spiral—or come out of a spiral—while he’s being hugged. Every time he almost slips back under—or does slip back under—he can just tighten his grip and Janus responds immediately. He’ll squeeze him back, or he’ll hum and his chest will vibrate, or he’ll kiss the part of Virgil’s head he can reach and murmur something soothing.

Of course, the downside of this being really nice is that oh my god he does not want to leave.

But eventually, his body makes it known that uh, hey, they actually do have other needs that have to be attended to and he slumps, snuffling awkwardly into Janus’s shoulder.

“You get enough of it out?” Janus just catches him easily, because of course he does. “That was a lot, sweetie.”

“…mhm.”

“How long have you been feeling like this?”

“Since the start.”

“Oh, sweetie, why didn’t you tell any of us?”

The silence is telling and Janus sighs—a bit too fond to be just disappointed, and gives him an extra squeeze.

“Well, I think I have a solution to this.”

“Mm?”

Janus pulls back a little, cupping Virgil’s cheeks and kissing his forehead. “Go wash your face, sweetie, then come back.”

“…you won’t leave?”

“Well, that’s quite the change in tune. No, no—come back, sweetie, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that, shh, shh,” he says when Virgil almost flinches back, “I’m sorry, that was horrible timing, I didn’t mean it. Of course I’ll stay.”

“Don’t do that, J.”

“I know, I know, sweetie, I’m sorry.” Another kiss, an apology. “Leave the door open, I’ll stay in view the whole time.”

Reluctantly, Virgil pulls away from the warm embrace to go to the bathroom, shoving up his sleeves and turning on the cold water. Thank god he didn’t put on too much makeup this morning, it’s probably all rubbed off anyway—he needs to go bug Princey about proper setting stuff. He splashes his face a few times until it just looks like he’s been outside in the cold for a hot second—heh—and not crying his eyes out for…half an hour.

God, it was half an hour?

“Sweetie?”

“’M coming.”

Janus holds out a hand as he walks back, letting him decide how much contact he’s comfortable with. Virgil takes it and just keeps walking, planting his face in the crook of Janus’s neck.

“Well,” he chuckles, “I suppose that answers my question about how comfortable you are with being touched, hmm?”

Virgil just hums, squeezing Janus’s hand lightly.

“What about the others,” Janus asks gently, “can we go see them?”

“…what if they’re mad?”

“Mad? Why would they be mad?”

“Because I’m fucking everything up.”

“You’re not fucking anything up, sweetie.” When Virgil still doesn’t sound convinced, Janus wraps an arm gently around his waist. “Can I prove you wrong?”

“Sure.”

“Hang on,” comes the warning before they’re sinking out.

They emerge in the living room—on the couch, thank you Janus—and Virgil quickly curls up tighter. Yeah, he’ll take the knock to his dignity if it means the others won’t spot his slightly-less-obvious-but-still-very-obvious tear-stained face.

“Oh, Janus, you’re back! How is he, is he…” Patton’s voice trails off and then starts up again in that super-soft concerned one and Virgil is doomed. “Baby?”

Oh, god. Oh, god, not the Patton pet names. He’s gonna die.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Soft hands on the back of his head, carding through his hair and encouraging him to look up at a concerned face. “Are you okay? What’s happening, are you…have you been crying?”

A stupid question, as it turns out, because he starts crying again.

“Oh, I’m sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to do that.” Patton reaches out. “Can I hold you?”

Screw it.

“Thank you, sweetheart, c’mere.” Patton scoops him up out of his little curled ball and into another cuddle—and did he just finish pulling something out of the oven? He’s so warm. “Hey, shh-shh-shh. It’s okay. It’s all gonna be okay, sweetheart. You’re okay.”

Okay, it’s not so much crying as it is tears rolling down his face, which is preferable. He can handle that. “…hi, Pop Star.”

“Hi, baby.” Patton’s fingers curl in the hair at the nape of his neck. “Can I ask Janus what’s going on?”

“Sure.”

“Spiral,” Janus explains softly, “anxiety over how long this getting-along period is going to last. Also…”

And Janus’s hand is rubbing soothing circles between his shoulder blades, excellent.

“…he thinks when it all falls apart again, it’s going to be his fault.”

The noise of shock and sympathy Patton makes fucking hurts. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m so sorry you got caught in that. I can’t imagine how awful that must’ve been.”

“Sucked, yeah.”

“Did Janus tell you it’s not true? That you won’t be at fault if we all have a disagreement again?”

“Told me, yeah.”

“But I bet you don’t believe it yet, huh?” Virgil shakes his head and Patton hums. “Well, there’s a way we can fix that.”

“How?”

“Well, we gotta show you how much we care about you!”

“…how is that gonna help?”

“Well, if you believe we’re all capable of thinking the worst of you where we all just go right back to arguing when you say something’s wrong, then we gotta disprove that!”

Virgil blinks. That’s…surprisingly logical for Patton.

“Yeah? You with me?”

“Mhm.”

“That’s my Virgil.” Patton cups his head and kisses his cheek. “Can I—look, I know you hate sappy things, but it’s about to get really sappy, okay? We’re like—tree levels of sap.”

Despite himself, Virgil feels his mouth turning up. “Okay.”

“Do you know what the first thing Janus and I bonded over was?”

“Oh, wait, hey,” Janus says, “that’s embarrassing.”

“We’re about to embarrass him, Janus, it’s only fair.”

“Oh, alright then.”

“Uh…I’m afraid to ask more here,” Virgil says, glancing between the two of them.

“It is a little embarrassing,” Patton admits, “but…Virgil, do you know what you look like when you’re listening to music you really enjoy?”

“…no?”

“You’re adorable,” Patton says plainly, “like…really, really adorable.”

Ah.

Well.

Hm.

“You get this soft little smile,” Janus says, “and you’ll bob your head or tap your hands and you just look so happy.”

“Like you’re happy with yourself,” Patton agrees, “and if you spot one of us then you smile at us and—oh my goodness, Virgil, it’s lovely.”

“You, uh, you really weren’t joking about the whole embarrassing me thing,” Virgil mumbles, “you—wait, you bonded over that?”

“Mhm.” Patton ruffles his hair. “We were trying to think of things that we could do to help Thomas feel a bit better after everything and it went to things that make us happy, and well…”

“M-me?”

“Yeah, sweetie,” Janus says, smiling softly at him, “you make us happy.”

And before he can even begin to process that, Logan comes down the stairs.

“Ah, good. You did find him.”

“Wait, they what?”

“I was looking for you,” Logan says, “I wanted to talk with you about…”

And now it’s Logan’s turn to trail off as he gets closer and notices how damp Virgil’s cheeks are, and Virgil is once again taken aback by how quickly Logan goes fucking soft, setting down his notebook on the coffee table and leaning closer.

He barely notices Patton getting up and going back to the kitchen as Logan takes his place, brows drawn in concern.

“Are you alright?”

No, because now Logan is being all soft and sweet and worried and this is not fair. “Mhm. ‘M fine.”

Logan doesn’t even dignify that with a look to Janus—who just squeezes his side lightly—and reaches out to—to—

Well, okay, he could’ve just asked if he wanted Virgil to cry again, he didn’t have to reach out and gently tuck his hair back from his face and look at him like that.

“What’s the matter, little one—“ or do that— “what’s troubling you?”

“Spiral,” Virgil blurts out, “fighting. Bad things. My fault.”

“You got into a spiral due to the fear of being the cause of an inevitable falling out?”

How does he do that?

“Have the others helped assuage your fears?” Logan drops his hand—thank god, because Virgil can not think while he’s doing that. He nods. “That’s good. Have we found things that help?”

“He doesn’t know how much we care about him,” says Janus, the traitor, “those help.”

“Ah.”

And see, Virgil expects something along the lines of what he’s said in the past. Problem-solving, solutions, helping them stay balanced, that sort of thing. He is not expecting Logan, of all Sides, to get domestic.

“Did you know you’re the only Side who knows how to make tea the way I like it?”

“I’m—wait what?”

Logan nods, smiling. “You’re the only one, Virgil. And—“ he leans closer, voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper— “don’t tell Patton I said this, but it tastes better when you make it, too.”

“It—that doesn’t make sense,” Virgil protests weakly, “it’s just tea.”

“Mhm.” And no, it turns out, he can’t deal with Logan speaking that softly to him like that. “But it’s true.”

“Janus?” Patton calls from somewhere behind him. “Can you come and help?”

“Here,” Logan says, because apparently he’s not done with surprises and picks Virgil up like he weighs nothing, “I’ve got you.”

“Thank you.”

Virgil is spluttering still, thank you, very much, because what in the fuck is happening, as Logan sits back on the couch while holding him in his lap. “Uh?”

“Hello.”

“Hi.” He slowly relaxes when he realizes Logan’s just holding him. “Um…what’s—what’s going on?”

“Are you asking for a reality check of what’s currently happening in this moment, or for what I plan to do now that I’m holding you like this?”

“…the second one?”

“I am attempting to confirm that I am fond of you,” Logan says, still speaking in their gentle voice, “and I want to do that by offering you the physical comfort that you enjoy and telling you the ways I appreciate you.”

“Oh.”

“Is it working?”

“Mhm.”

Logan chuckles as he shrinks a little bit, curling into his neck. “Is this the good type of overwhelmed?’

“Mhm.”

“Would you like me to tell you more things I am fond of about you, or do you just want to cuddle?” Virgil reaches up and throws his arms around Logan’s neck, burying his face between his head and the couch. “I see. Let me know if you’d like to move.”

Logan is also really warm. Which is not fair. He’s not supposed to be cold, why is he cold? That’s Janus’s schtick. And he’s humming under his breath which is really nice and grounding but also why is Logan humming so goddamn endearing?

“Little one?”

Ah, yes, the pet names. Forgot about those. “Hmm?”

“Have you had a chance to see the twins yet?”

Something takes hold of his chest. “No, why?”

“Hush, little one, it’s nothing bad. Only that they were worried about you and I’d hate for them to—“

“Found him!”

“—over-react,” Logan sighs, adjusting his grip slightly to pull him out of the way as Remus sinks directly onto the couch, “be careful.”

“But I win! I found him!”

“Wait, what?” Virgil peeks out warily, “Win what?”

“Whoever found you first gets cat-pile dibs!”

“Gets what?”

“You,” Roman announces, storming down the stairs covered in…something, “cheated.”

“Uh-huh. And it worked! You lost!”

“That’s beside the point!”

“Wait, wait, go back, what—win? What’s going on?”

“Boys,” Logan scolds and wow, okay, Logan clearly needs to speak up more often with how fast both of them stop fighting and pay attention, “explain yourselves.”

“Virgil likes deep pressure stims,” Remus says, “so cat pile!”

“We both wanted to find you,” Roman says softly, snapping his fingers to get the whatever-the-fuck-that-was off of him, “and it became a competition of who could find you first.”

“…why?”

Roman frowns. “Why what?”

“Why did you want to find me so bad?”

And see, now, this might be the moment he actually seals his fate, because the second Roman and Remus find out he’s been spiraling and crying, he’s going to be smothered in affection and die in the fluffiest way possible.

And Remus, lovable pain in the ass that he is, can hear all the nasty little thought bastards still swirling around Virgil’s head.

“Emo,” he says, and ah, fuck, Remus got soft, I’m doomed, “you okay?”

Janus sticks his head up before Virgil can stay anything and that’s apparently good enough.

“You need a cat pile?” Remus snaps his fingers too and he’s in soft things now, holding out his arms. “That make you feel better?”

“Probably,” Virgil mumbles as Logan picks him up with his freaky strength and hands him off to Remus, “you won, right?”

“Yes, I did,” Remus says, sounding far too pleased as Roman murmurs to the others, “now, once Roro makes the mattress—“

“I’m on it, Re, be patient.”

“—you can come lie on top of me, okay?”

Virgil just nods as Remus ruffles his hair.

“You gotta let Roro sulk for a bit for losing,” he whispers as Roman not-so-subtly tosses a pillow at them, “then he’ll cuddle you too.”

“Cookies are done,” Patton says, “but they need to cool for about ten minutes.”

“Excellent.” Janus slithers into the bed and stretches out, sighing. “I need to sleep.”

“I think we could use a nap.” Logan lies down next as Patton snuggles in on the side. “Everyone have enough room?”

“One moment.”

Roman reaches out and draws back the curtain, filling the room with the soft golden glow of the setting sun.

“Can you stop making us all aesthetic? ’S too good.”

“No can do, sorry.”

Remus just sighs and bundles Virgil into a cuddle on the mattress. Remus is big and soft and warm and Virgil isn’t too upset about dying like this.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really.”

“Okay. You wanna be distracted?”

“Can you just hold me?”

“Can do!”

Remus cuddles him for a while before he sighs dramatically and hands him off to Roman, who is watching them with his big puppy dog eyes.

“Hello, Stormcloud,” he murmurs once he has his arms full of Virgil, “fancy seeing you here.”

Virgil snuffles into his shoulder as Roman nuzzles the top of his head.

“I missed you,” he says and Roman needs to be less good at the whole tender-yearning-caring thing, “my little shadow-ling.”

“R-Roman…”

“Yeah? What’s up, Stormcloud?”

“R-Ro—“

“Hey, hey,” Roman’s cooing as soon as Virgil’s traitorous eyes well up again, “we’re all right here, shadow-ling, we’ve got you. Remus—“

“Got it.”

And now Remus is curling up behind him and they’re both so warm and Roman’s still talking in that voice and goddamnit.

“You be quiet in there,” Remus growls against the crown of his head, “leave our Emo alone.”

“We’ve got you, Virgil,” Roman promises, “always and forever.”

Yeah, this…this is fine.

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beetlebug-bii · 1 year ago

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can you maybe also do Mammon with nightmares Bug?

Authors Note: absolutely starling! I hope you're ready for more silly writing!

Content Warnings: Cussing, Mammon Mammoning

Requests Open!

Mammon's Nightmares

TLDR: Mammon has trauma and needs a hug my friends but also he is the most crackhead brother and I love him

Mammon's nightmares are...

Honestly probably some of the sadder ones

While Lucifer dreams of dozens of different terrible things, Mammon's nightmares all concentrate in one place

And that's you and his brothers

Yeah he feels guilty about Lilith, he misses the little shit every day

And yeah, he also is scared of Michael and father but...

The thing that really digs at him is the idea of his brothers and you actually just...hating him

Like yeah they all say it

But only half of him believes it's true!

He and his brothers used to be so close...

He and Lucifer were practically inseparable, he and Levi were best gaming buds, he was always there to help Asmo, he practically helped raise Satan and the triplets...

And then there's you and oh my stars does he just adore you

From your personality to your looks to that starry gaze you hold just for him he just cannot get enough

Usually, he sleeps fine, you are always there to reassure him and he typically dreams of his marriage with you, Goldie, and his baby coins with little faces which by technicality could totally be nightmares

(note, mammon needs to stop thinking of money as people in his dreams, it's really starting to freak him out-)

But on the nights you aren't there well...

The two of you sleeping in the same bed happened long before you two were actually together

You were awoken on countless nights by the creek of the door and nervous footsteps before he found his way under the covers

You would ask him what was wrong and he would remain silent, tracing the lines of your hands with his fingers

After a while, he would ask if you thought he was stupid, worthless, or any number of other absolutely heartbreaking things that clearly came from a bad dream...

Eventually, he just couldn't seem to get a wink of sleep without you. Like he would be absolutely vibing with his hot girl racecar bed (its secret, its in his closet, shhh don't tell anyone)

And then he would fall asleep and have the most mind shattering nightmare

Like bro get ur ass in his racecar bed okay?

Like you're his emotional support human what are you doing slacking off

"oh I'm sleeping in my own bed"

Uh, no, he doesn't want to hear it.

If you're in your bed, so is he

Watch yourself

He's YOUR parasite

Smh

Still though nowadays in your relationship when he has a nightmare he is honestly a mix between heartbroken and absolutely OFFENDED

LIKE HOE

WHEN HE SAID

"I cant get a good nights sleep without ya, you're like...my home and you make me feel safe...or whatever..."

HE MEANT THAT SHIT

MOVE YOUR ASS HE IS GETTING IN BED

YOU TWO ARE CUDDLING NOW IT IS

M A N D A T O R Y

ARE YOU COMFY

wait no seriously are you comfy he has to know

Do you need a snack or some water-

Yeah he may have been the one with the nightmare, but you are his precious human and he needs to make sure you're okay

So the two of you cuddle and chat, cracking jokes, every so often you mention things like wanting to marry him just to watch him stutter and fumble

Both of you are so cozy too

you might be in your bed, you might be in the racecar pretending to run from the cops

you might be in the racecar actually running from the cops MAMMON WHY CAN YOU DRIVE YOUR BED

Regardless Mammon feels safe with you and you never manage to fail at making him feel better

Like its gotta be a skill at this point

"I love ya Mc" he would tiredly yawn in your ear, part of him wanting to just put his tongue in there out of spite

he doesn't though

You're having a moment

You whisper it back

You shove your tongue in his ear

he screams.

Fucker.

Romance💕

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me scenarios #obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me mammoney

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ruckis--rookie · 2 years ago

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I hope your aware of the fact that I doodle your characters in my school books at least once a day. That sentence sounds so wrong what

Also good luck @ dnd Ruckis WAA! 💥😤

,,,you have no idea how happy that makes me actually hdhdjfjjf!!! If you're down showing me some of the doodles I would absolutely adore that. Even if it is just simple drawings they make my entire day 🥺💖

ALSO THANK YOU FOR THE DND WISHES TODAY WAS AMAZING AAAA! We made the medieval world's first and worst bath bomb as a prank. It was so potent that it classified as a bio weapon 💀

We. Accidently wrecked the entire place because in trying to clean the place our elementalist managed to break a magic muffler that went up to 8th level. Apparently the owner made a deal with a very powerful Infernal and that was the only thing keeping him at bay, aka he transformed into a raging demon when the seal broke. Years of pent up rage unleashed.

We subdued him for lack of better term and, using Ruckis as a conduit, we tried to use the head of the demon to trap the infernal essence so he couldn't go back and warn his master of what had happened. But Ruckis had a different plan and prayed to the Stars and the goddess Tymora for help.

She felt awful and wanted to give everyone involved a happy ending. With our entire party efforts combined we ended up getting an arcane check total of 73... On top of reincarnating the owner of the bathhouse and making him ascend instead of descend Ruckis was given an incredibly rare item. One that is so rare that there's only been 3 known in existence. It's essentially a connecting of souls and a marriage of power in the form of a gem. It holds the power of what the party needs the most.

We all got permanent physical effects to, and her eyes glisten like stars again! (Her consciousness is in a temporary body so she doesn't have all of her normal features and divine powers, therefore she didn't have the normal starry sparkle in her eyes.) Needless to say today's session was absolutely amazing :D

#ruckis borks #death mention #dnd! ruckis #mail found under the secret rock

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amusedmuralist · 2 years ago

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tbh, i kind of admire you. not in a starry-eyed way where i think everything you do is amazing, but more like, i've been following you for years, and i think you're funny, fun, and someone i wish i could be more like. i've tried several series/fandoms because you like them, and while they mostly didn't stick, that's okay; i'm having a good time watching you get excited about stuff. thanks for being you. please have lots of fun, so i can enjoy it with you.

You've made my day, anon. I'm a little speechless :^D ? Genuinely, this is an extremely kind thing to send out, and I'm delighted to know that my joy is giving others happiness.

I hope you're having a great one, anon, and this is going in my happiness tag and my kind words tag.

#oi sadsack #kind words

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nervousgardenerkid · 2 years ago

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I should be into this guy

a/n: maya has been on my mind ALL DAY and idk if it's cause i love her or if it's cause i want a gf😭 but yeah slay i hope y'all enjoy this and credit to the gif owner! <3

“Have you ever had a crush on a boy?”

Robin choked on the soda she was drinking and coughed violently.

“Jesus Christ Robin!” You exclaimed while rushing to her and patting her back.

It was spring break and your parents went on vacation, but you had work so you decided to stay home. The key word here is had. After arguing with your manager about not getting enough hours you quit days before your parents left, but they didn't need to know that. You decided to stay back in Hawkins while you just hung out with friends, well, Robin.

Robin was panting, trying to catch her breath. She looked over at you with rosy cheeks and wide eyes.

“What? Where- where did that even come from?”

You sat on your bed and shrugged your shoulders.

“I just never heard you talk about liking any guys.”

Robin focuses on the picture you have pinned up of you and her. Robin had to be the person who fell for her best friend, it was already hard being in the closet, but it was even worse because of her crush on you. Steve insists that she can tell you about it but she shuts him down claiming that you'd leave the second you found out she likes girls. All the sleepovers, the times you've changed in front of her, you'd lose your mind if you found out!

“I talk about guys…” she mumbled.

You shake your head. “You talk about Steve, but not any other guys. Unless…”

Robin gagged and you let out a laugh at her reaction.

“No way! Plus he's still hung up on Nancy.”

You smirk at her. “So if he wasn't you'd date him?”

“No! Steve is just a friend. F-r-i-e-n-d. You know what that is right?”

You rolled your eyes and threw a pillow at her.

“I know what a friend is! I have plenty.”

“No, you don't, I'm your only friend.”

You make your way over to her and wrap her in a tight hug.

“That's true, but I wouldn't trade you for the world. You wanna order pizza?”

Why? Why did you have to say things like that to Robin? Her cheeks are flushed and they hurt from how big her smile is. She nods her head, clearing her throat before she pulls away from you.

“Pizza sounds good.”

You smile and make your way toward the phone ordering pizza for you both. Robin watches you with starry eyes as you sit on your nightstand and bring your knee up to your chest while the other is dangling off the nightstand. You're wearing a baggy t-shirt with a pair of house shorts. Robin knows you wouldn't agree with her but you look so beautiful like this. Your hair is in its natural state and your face is bare. Her eyes fall to your legs and she'd kill to have them wrapped around her. Not even in a sexual way, she just wants to have you in her arms and drown in you.

“Robin!”

She snaps out of her daze and looks at you.

“Is pepperoni okay with you?”

She slowly nods her head and smiles at you. “Yeah, sounds good,” she says breathlessly.

You turn your attention back to the phone and hang up with a smile.

“Okay, it'll be here in like thirty minutes or something. You wanna watch a movie?”

Robin nods her head, not trusting her voice. You grab her hand and drag her into the living room, Robin feels a bit embarrassed because she knows her hands are clammy and you either don't mind or you're nice enough to not say anything about it.

“Any preferences?”

Robin shakes her head and sits on the couch leaning against the armrest.

“Ghostbusters it is!”

“No! We saw that two weeks ago!” she said with a pout.

You look over your shoulder and stick your tongue out at her. “And now we're watching it today!”

You pop the tape into the VHS player and sit next to her. You both sit in comfortable silence, Robin stealing a few glances at you before you break the silence.

“Do you ever feel…different?”

“What do you mean?”

You take a shaky breath and play with the hem of your shirt.

“I mean, like…your whole life you're taught things, and you've always been taught how some things are right and some things are wrong.”

Robin nods her head. She places her hands on the cushion of the couch, adjusting herself so she can sit up straight.

“I still don't get what you're saying. Are you talking about math? Cause if you are I promise you I'm a lost cause.”

You laugh and shake your head. You look away from your hands and stare straight at the TV, not paying attention to what scene was playing.

“No, I'm not talking about math.” you stop for a while trying to find the right words to say what you want to say without directly saying it.

“I went on a date a couple of days ago.”

“Oh.”

You nod your head.

Robin clears her throat not daring to take her eyes off the TV.

“Was it nice?”

“It was, but…I didn't know. He was a nice guy. My parents would've liked him.”

“But?”

“I didn't like him.”

Your pinky lays on top of Robin’s and she stops breathing for a second. Her brain short circuits and she doesn't know what to do. You've held her hand before, but this is different.

“I'm supposed to like him,” you whisper. “but I didn't want to be on a date with him, I wanted someone else.”

Robin nods her head. Her hand is shaky but she slowly wraps her pinky around yours, similar to the many pinky promises you've made with each other.

“I know what you mean.”

Your hands are moving like magnets that finally found each other, and before you know it her hand is in yours. Your fingers interlock and you let out a breath that you didn't even realize you were holding in, you look out of your peripheral vision and see Robin biting her bottom lip trying to fight back the smile that's making way to her face.

“Robin?”

For the first time tonight, she meets your eyes.

“Yeah?”

You’re both leaning in, you know what's being said. Both of you saying everything without saying anything at all. You're inches away from each other, robin’s hand is now resting on your cheek and if you leaned in just a little more your lips would be on hers.

You both jump away from each other when you hear three knocks on the door and a muffled I have your pizza. You grab a crumpled 20 from your pocket and make your way to the door with Robin close behind. You hand the delivery guy the money telling him to keep the change. You take the pizza, close the door, and place the pizza on the small table near the door. You turn around and let out a squeal when Robin’s lips are on yours.

Your arms are thrown around her neck while her hands are resting on your waist. You've been kissed before but not like this. Robin is kissing you like there's no tomorrow, every single emotion she's feeling is being put into this kiss. You both pull away with wide eyes and shallow breaths. Robin lets out a giggle that turns into full-on laughter and tears are forming in her eyes. Your laugh soon joins her and you wipe away the tears that are streaming down her face.

“Why are you crying, Buckley?” you ask her while pulling her in for a bone-crushing hug.

Her hold on you never loosens and she's never felt so much joy before. She shakes her head and pulls away, wiping away the stray tears that are on her cheeks.

“You didn't like your date?”

“Not one bit.”

Robin swears her cheeks are going to be sore in the morning from how much she's smiling. Her hands are now on your face and her thumbs are gently rubbing your cheeks.

“Who'd you want to be on a date with?”

This is wrong. Society has told everyone from the beginning that it's not supposed to be like this, but why does it feel so right? If this is wrong, why does Robin’s hand fit in yours so perfectly? Why have you always gotten so nervous when she gives you cute nicknames? If something is wrong why does it feel so right? So natural. Being with Robin was by far the best and easiest thing for you, no one has ever made you feel the way Robin makes you feel.

“You. I wanted it to be you.”

Robin knew that's what you meant earlier, but to hear you say it? It was enough to bring tears to her eyes again, she never thought she could get the girl. It's something she just always accepted with how close-minded everyone is, especially in a small town like Hawkins.

“You mean it?” she whispers.

You nod your head and start to pull her in for another kiss when a knock on the door interrupts you two again. Robin let out a groan and swung the door open.

“You forgot your cheese sticks!” the delivery guy said with a smile.

You push Robin out of the way, thanking the delivery guy and kicking the door shut. Robin looks at you confused as if you just weren't about to kiss her.

“I don't play when it comes to my cheese sticks, Buckley.”

Robin steals one from the box smiling at the whine you let out as she eats it. Robin doesn't care that you pushed her, hell you could kick her out of the way and she wouldn't care. She's sure that she'll come around to love all of your little habits.

#robin buckley #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley blurb #robin buckley imagine #stranger things blurb #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things fluff

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bluskye-27 · 2 years ago

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ho! I love your blog 🥰 Could I please request Sanji with an insecure s / o? 🫶

Sanji with Insecure Fem! S/O!

Summary: You, Blackfoot Sanji's beloved girlfriend, were having doubts about yourself. As your ever-loving boyfriend, Sanji would comfort you with his love 💕

-Ah, Mr. Gentleman/Cook/Part time Pervert as your boyfriend? Lucky you!

- Not only is he good at cooking, he's very gentle and kind with the ladies too 🥰

- So when he saw you, his beloved Goddess, all pouty and upset, he'll drop whatever he's doing at the moment and try to cheer you up!

- Hungry? He'll cook your favorite food!

- Need help doing something? He'll be there in a second to take over!

- And now when you're sad and insecure about yourself? Sanji would hug you, kiss you, comfort you, and love you with his life!

- You think you're ugly? He'll spout praises to you EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. NO JOKE

- You think you're not good enough? He'll keep reminding you that you're the only one for him and you're enough as you already are.

- You think he'll go for another woman? Bish, don't even try thinking about that! Sanji would be the most loyal boyfriend once you guys got together! He won't bat an eyelash on other woman since you're the only one he loves and cherish.

BONUS!

+ Sanji would declare his love to you for everytime you look sad. The crew (especially Zoro) got tired of him shouting and stuff XD. But rest assured! The Strawhat Fam is always happy with you two!

+ No one knows that Sanji can actually sing! He sang a song to you under the starry sky, one night when you broke down. His melodic voice soothes you, making you forget your insecurities and sadness! (Thanks to his beloved mother Sora that sings to him whenever he's sad :))

PS: Hello anon, hope this will cheer you up! Be just who you are! Don't mind those who keeps dragging you down, they're just a bunch of losers! Don't give up! :D

#one piece #vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke sanji x reader #one piece sanji x reader #black leg sanji x reader

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lale-txt · 3 years ago

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lale congratulations bb! 💗 may i get a “let’s get married.” with the bb boy monkey d luffy (reader with whatever pronouns u want to write it in <3)

PO 💗 thank you so much! i struggle a bit with writing Luffy in romantic scenarios but i imagined an older Wano Luffy and was like... yes i can work with that (but you can imagine any post-timeskip Luffy you like, i kept him very non-descriptive in looks). hope you like it!

prompt: "let's get married." w/ Luffy

word count: 493

After all this time, this was still his favorite spot.

Luffy and you sat snuggled up together on the Thousand Sunny's iconic lion figurehead. He had thrown his dark-colored coat over the both of you, almost lulling you to sleep with the warmth and safety he was radiating. The night was starry and cold, the sea in front of you calm. It was just you, two lovers awake at 3am, too love drunk to find any sleep.

Your head is resting on his chest, your fingers tracing every inch of him, like you were writing poetry on his skin. Sometimes it still felt unreal, being with him. Calling him 'yours'. Luffy leans down to kiss your temples, knowing how much that calms you.

"Someone is being extra cuddly tonight.", you point out, watching him take your hands into his, rubbing his thumb over the back of them. It was small gestures like this that made you fall in love with him a long time ago.

"Because you're looking extra lovely tonight, y/n."

You blush and sink deeper into his arms, still getting butterflies everytime he compliments you. Sometimes it all still felt like a fever dream.

"Let's get married.", Luffy whispers into your ear, kissing your neck. You spin around in his arms to get a good look at him, raising an eyebrow. What did he just say?

"We're already married, silly."

Luffy laughs, ignoring the confused look at your face. Was he suddenly suffering from memory loss? Was he hit on the head one too many times? Wait... does he even remember your name? Well, yeah, he just said it out loud a minute ago, but—

"A proper wedding. One with a big party afterwards with all of our friends. You know, one where we're not roughly patched up by Chopper, fresh from the battlefield, thinking we'll never experience tomorrow again. And one where you're wearing an actual wedding dress or whatever you feel comfortable with. Not just our pyjamas and rings made out of whatever we could find in Usopp's factory."

"Only because you ate the onion rings Sanji made for us in the first place, Luffy."

"How could I have not?"

You still glance at him in confusion... and a little bit of excitement. It's true, your wedding day was rather tumultuous and not planned at all, with Luffy shouting his proposal over the whole shambles and you answering something about how he shouldn't dare to die here because yes, of fucking course you want to marry him. And how you both vowed to each other later that night, bruised but beaming over the moon, with the other straw hats around you clapping and cheering. It was the best day of your life.

"Then ask me again, captain."

You can feel Luffy smile against your lips while you kiss, gentle as the night. The smile that sets your heart on fire.

"Will you marry me one more time, y/n?"

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #luffy x reader #luffy x you #one piece x reader #one piece reader insert #one piece scenario #one piece headcanons #monkey d. luffy x reader #one piece x you #one piece imagine #3amevent

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mickcedesamgf1 · 2 years ago

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hold on (heaven is a place not too far away) – sebastian vettel

AN: hello to my eight followers :D justin bieber is apparently really popular with my work, because 'hold on' (amongst many others from the same album) are on the official playlist of my workplace, which is the same Every Day. so finally, after working for a Month, the song is stuck enough in my head to want me try write again after my last writing attempt was literally five years ago.

as a relatively new f1 girlie i hope you take my characterizations and interpretations of relationships with a grain of salt (or just directly see it as an au if that works better for you).

definitely not beta read & this is the first time ive written since 2017 & english is not my first language so pls bare with me CTFVZGBHUNJ

so much stupid blah from me again, sorry. anyway, here you have my take on a seb retirement fic because i will miss him sm lol

warnings: angst???? will make you miss seb?

Yes, starting his career in Formula One, Sebastian had known somewhere deep in his brain, that this path would not last as long as some others. Whereas his old schoolmates would work until their sixties, sports were cruel, fast-paced and demanding, resulting in insane amounts of physical and psychological strain that would eventually get too much to bear, too big of sacrifices to make.

But when you are young and starry-eyed, the idea and taste of success were your priorities, were what kept you going and what kept you challenge yourself to leave your comfort zone, pushing yourself to new limits and creating new boundaries. There is no time to worry about your future when all you could focus on are success, success and success. The goal of being successful is what drives you, makes you; success is the air that you breath – until one day, you wake up and realize that your tunnel vision focused on success made you ignore and neglect so much of what makes life actually worth living.

One day, you wake up and realize how much you're missing out on. How maybe, just maybe, your glory days are part of the past now and not something awaiting you in the future. And then you realize that it's all okay because at least you got to experience success and let yourself bathe in the feeling, that you should be grateful for what memories you hold and just... move on.

At 35 years old, Sebastian Vettel realizes he may have been all over the world but never really truly seen much of it due to the strict schedules and plans of the Formula One world. He realizes that while for success, not seeing his family was a price he paid diligently in the past, it does not mean that he wants to continue this way.

He realizes that while his past success had been, is and will always be part of his Formula One journey, it is a separate entity next to his love for Formula One and the people he has the pleasure of meeting through it.

So while Seb knows that the right thing to do is moving on from his hunger for more success on the grid, that he still has so much more to explore, he still knows that his love for Formula One and the connections to people that formed due to it are things he will definitely hold on to.

Daniel, Jenson and especially Lewis are part of a long journey of discovering who he is as a person – high highs, low lows and all the weird in-between phases that are part of Seb's past are also woven into the lives of these three men after more than a decade spent together, no matter how close they are at the moment. They had been there at some of the most crucial moments that still shape Seb to this day, and Seb wants to believe that this is the same for them.

Choosing to retire had been a hard decision to make, but Seb had known that the sport would be in good hands, regardless. Daniel and Lewis are still there and Jenson pops up more than just occasionally – Seb thinks that maybe he could get to love the life at the circuit but off the paddock, too.

Not to mention the future of racing – Charles and Mick, especially. Stepping out to give a young talent the same change he had been given years ago just feels like the right thing to do. Maybe the time he spends with them from now on will look a little different, but he will always be there for them regardless, cheering them on as they, too, get to enjoy the sweet taste of victory, a mixture of champagne, tears and sweat that Seb thinks he will miss but not crave anymore.

Yeah, for now, he may be moving on from the racing life – but he plans on holding on to the sport and the incredible people participating in it a little longer. For now, he plans on moving out of the limelight and show his friends the love they deserve to feel, show them the support he knows every winner needs. Because he knows that winning is only truly worth it when you have people you can share it with unconditionally, people who stick with you even when you hit the lows and lift you up regardless.

#danke seb #sebastian vettel #sv5 #sebastian vettel oneshot #sebastian vettel drabble #sebastian vettel blurb #idk how to tag this lmfao

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imfiguringitoutlovely · 2 years ago

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HI HELLO HOWDY I just saw ur quirk requests and I gots one hehe

Unicorn

This quirk gives the user some attributes of a unicorn (horn, ears, and a long tail with hair on the end) as well as stronger legs, specifically enhanced agility speed and strength! The quirk also gives them the ability to remove toxins/poisons from water and to a greater extent people, although it's much more difficult. However, they do have a poison/toxin resistance due to the purifying part of their quirk

They aren't related to anyone in Canon but the stronger legs part of their quirk is similar to Mirko!

Platonic 1A please!!

And extra info is he/they pronouns and idk if you write trans reader but if you're comfy doing so that's be awesome :D, also their vibe is pastel himbo JDHDBSND

I lov ur writing and I hope ur having a good day/night!!!!

Unicorn in a UA Uniform

pairing: platonic!class 1a x reader (he/they, trans)

genre: fluff, sillies, LIGHT angst

warnings: mentions of femenization/fear of transphobia (doesn't aftually occur, just a fear of) + mentions of jerkwads

author's note: i was blasting mlp songs while writing this. ALSO***, for future ref, as a trans person, im more than happy to write trans rep!

(also dont like how people made scary edits of this song :( )

(Ik this isn't unicorn themes exactly but it made me :]:]:]:] happy bc its bright and pretty like unicorns :])

you're warm. you're bright, and everything about your quirk should be an automatic eyestrain warning, but it's not because there's something about who you are as a person that balances.

you're not coolheaded or laidback, but you're not eccentric to the point where it comes off as forceful. you're you, yourself, a proud unicorn himbo, and nobody in your class can bring themselves to think anything negatively of that whatsoever. even people like bakugou embrace it (a few weeks in) and though it does perplex him, he doesn't look into it much.

so your first impression as a person? GREAT!

the next issue though was how people saw you as a peer. well, moreso from a professional stance.

because of your power to remove toxins paired with your ability to watch your own ass, you're typically quickly labeled as a support hero or told you should pursue rescuing. at first you just took it as a compliment because there's nothing weak or bad about being a support hero or rescuing! they're difficult fields of work and arguably some of the most important!

but when you realized it was a backhanded way to tell you that you weren't suited for prohero work, it started to bother you.

the way people told you, too, was just so condescending. they always said it with a bit of a bite in their tone, a second slap in the face once you realized they were also treating you like an outright idiot.

"have you ever considered... alternative career paths? heroes are always looking for sidek- er- support."

"you're no cat, but i'd imagine the pussycats are always looking for back up crew. the pay is good and well... it'd probably save you your...mental energy."

it wasn't just random people. no, it was some people even at SCHOOL who were telling you this, people who youd considered friends since middle school.

and it was tough. trying to act as though you didn't understand their intentions was TOUGH. but considering the alternative, which was losing your only "friends", you decided to play up the whole clueless, starry eyed dreamer act.

this was until you got your first praises from aizawa.

training was great. difficult and tiring, and it definitely pushed you to your very limits, but great. you were treated seriously and that was all you'd really wanted.

wearing pastel clothes, being a bit vacuous and having a unicorn quirk did not make you weak. it didn't make you less of a person, less of a guy, or less of a hero, and it was great to finally be treated that way with nobody trying to take it easy on you out of any pity.

your 1a peers weren't going to hold back and neither were your teachers. after the first two months of school, as the class started becoming better acquainted, compliments started rolling in more often. they were commonly shared amongst everyone with genuine and vibrant admiration for the diverse skillsets amongst the group, but what was rare was for them to come from aizawa.

it wasn't that he couldn't tell someone when they were doing well, but he hardly ever left it at that. it wasn't a bad trait, really; his ability to maintain a professional front despite caring so deeply about his students in order to provide the best feedback possible was an asset to the school staff. in the same way it drove everyone towards progress, though, it left many yearning for more assurances. however asking for it was going to be seen as selfish or needy regardless of who it came from.

it's still school, after all.

but this is why, 4 months in, when aizawa compliments you, genuinely compliments you, you finally get that improvement in self image that pushes you to stand up for yourself.

"now, [last name]. their focus on getting to the target never made him lose focus of damage control. he supported mina when necessary and kept open communication to allow her to do the same for them. that's what a good teammate is supposed to do with any hero they're working with. adapting to a situation includes adapting to who you're working with. he made sure they stayed on track even when facing massive interruptions in plans."

and he moved on. three days later, you confronted your "friends" and decided you weren't going to take any shit about your career choices.

OK AS FOR YOUR RELATIONSHIPS W GROUPS IN THE CLASS-

deku won't outright ask you to do it, but it's clear he's curious and you're more than happy to help him with his notes. it's not everyday you have a friend that's so genuinely interested in your abilities. (basically you test how fast you can purify water and he figures out how to calculate how that'd translate to your ability to purify toxins in people based on previous trainings and he uses that in order to-)

as mentioned earlier, bakugou doesn't mind you. todoroki doesn't either. they're not closest to you, and same goes with iida, jirou, sero, and momo, but it's moreso a difference in interest over anything. none of you are just very close and thats all good! you still care about each other and respect each other v much.

KAMI AND KIRI ARE ALSO HIMBOS AND YOU THREE HAVE SUCH DIFFERENT AESTHETICS THAT HONESTLY NOBODY EXPECTED YOU ALL TO BE SO CLOSE BUT YK SLAY

after hanging out in the dorms, you end up with black nail polish, kami ends up with pastel nails, and kiri ends up with a mix of vibrant red and pastel red that he honestly does not mind. you and kami also make fun of his croc obsession, all in good fun, but then kiri makes fun of your obsessions with sticking to your aesthetics and yall are 😶 /lh

you were honestly scared that uraraka, mina, and asui would femenize you because of your aesthetic + your quirk. you were scared of others doing it as well, but for some reason especially nervous about their reaction, especially after telling them your pronouns,, BUT THEY RESPECT YOU ON ANOTHER LEVEL OK? 👹 and when mina told you they go by she/they, everything was honestly great. you all get alone very well and often times help each other find clothes (you insist on helping uraraka pay for new clothes).

you're not that close to the other girls of the class, but that isn't to say you dont get along!

the same goes with teachers, really, though mic often times asks about something you're wearing, whether it's a bracelet, necklace, or even the nail polish. you notice sometimes that layer in the week, either him or shinsou is wearing something identical or near the same to what he asked about.

its become somewhat of a habit now, you staying two minutes late to trade information about where you get accessories.

but yes. overall it's a good time. you keep learning, not just about the prohero field, but about your value. you have a place in the world, in prohero agencies, in UA, in 1a. and nobody is ever gonna be able to take that from you. you're truly 1 in a million.

#x male reader #xmale!readerblog #nonbinary #x nonbinary reader #trans reader #x trans reader #mha x reader #x class 1a #my hero academia #chat with me lovelies #bnha #fanfic #boku no hero academia #he/they #mha #read with me lovelies

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the-original-skipps · 3 years ago

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Fluffy Alphabet A-Z

Sano Manjiro aka Mikey

Note: Thank you so much for 100+ followers. I wouldn't have been able to get his far without your support. I'm super overjoyed and glad that you guys take the time to read my writing. I love you all very much as promised I hope you enjoy the fluffy alphabet! 💗

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

> Mikey likes to go for rides on his CB205T and he likes to bring you along. He just loves the feeling of the wind passing and your presence behind him. Maybe sharing some snacks while you both watch the sunset or the starry night sky, talking about random things. He just generally likes being around you even if you're both just sitting in silence.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

> He admires your determination and strong will. Since Mikey is mentally weak, he admires those traits in other people. No matter what you'd always be there to scold him or comfort him. It reminds him of his older brother.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

> Mikey instantly knows if you're feeling down, he just senses it. He'll bring you somewhere where they could both be alone maybe a park or he'll drive somewhere and sit you down. Mikey won't force you to tell him what's wrong but if you do he'll be listening intently. He's not the best at comforting people but makes sure to let you know that he's here for you.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

> Now this is a hard topic to answer. Mikey has pictured a future with his s/o, living in peace after all the rush during his teenage years. However, he doesn't see it happening because he knows it's best if he keeps his s/o away from him in the future.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

> I'd say he's both but mostly on the passive side. He lets you take the lead since he doesn't know much about being in a relationship. He'll be given advice and teased by his close friends but he'll keep their words in mind.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

> Mikey is pretty stubborn and doesn't like losing. If it's a petty harmless arguement, if he's wrong then he'll muttering an apology to you and completely forget about it. It's difficult to get into a serious argument with him unless it's something concerning him or Toman. Say the things he needs to hear even if himself doesn't agree with you. Then he'll leave to give himself space and think about things. Be patient with him because eventually he'll come around.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

> Mikey is very grateful for you being by his side even though he thinks he doesn't deserve it. He appreciates every gesture you do for him from the big things and to the little things such as making him lunch or fixing his hair or just being by his side when he feels he's losing himself.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

> Mikey doesn't hide things, if you ask him something he will directly answer you. He has no trouble talking about a past event since it already happened. Even though he doesn't want you getting involved with Toman, he still tells you about how they're doing or what they're up to. The only things he wouldn't share are his true feelings and his dark impulsivities since he doesn't want to scare you.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

> Just by being by Mikey's side you are a positive influence on him. It will take a long time but little by little he tries to open up about his true feelings and tries to rely on you more. Everytime you sense he's distancing himself, you would have to drag him back and knock some sense into him.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

> Mikey is definitely the type to get jealous easily and his childish tendencies tend to come out. If he sees you getting too friendly with someone he'll keep staring until he's had enough and say "(Y/N) is mine, hmph!" With a cute pout on his face. Be sure to coddle him afterwards because he might give you the silent treatment.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

> Mikey has no experience whatsoever. He has no idea how kisses work. It'll be super rare to get a kiss from Mikey since he's not used to being affectionate. If you're lucky he'll peck you on your cheek or kiss your hands occasionally. Your first kiss with him wasn't planned. Both of you were alone and you were just admiring him as he talked and pressed a light kiss on his lips. He was instantly shocked by what you did as he traces over his lips with his fingers but inside he's feeling all warm. He never knew kisses from you would have this kind of affect on him.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

> It took long time for Mikey to realize that what he felt towards you was more than just friendship. He confessed this to Draken and he replied "huh, obviously you like them you idiot. Hurry up and go tell them." In which Mikey replies by telling Draken to do the same for Emma. It happened when he came to pick you up from school one day on his motorcycle and brought you to the riverside. "I finally understand what I feel, (Y/N). I like you... You don't have to give me an answer right away, I'll wait however long it takes..."

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

> Another hard topic to answer. When Mikey fell for you he fell hard. As much as he wants to spend the rest of his life in peace with you, it won't happen. That is until he goes through "certain changes" and let's say he did. You'll be riding with him on his motorcycle on Christmas until he stops at a certain place. He'll start talking about his past and the times you've spent together. Then talking about how much he appreciates you and thanks you then pops the question. The wedding will be small and privately held with only people close to him and you are invited.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

> It is known that Mikey gives nicknames to those who are close to him. It depends on what your first name is. He'll most likely you use the first syllable of your name plus -chin, -cchi or -chy. Only when he's serious will he use your real name.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

> Honestly, it can be really hard to tell unless you really observe Mikey. You would notice he stares at you longer, or everytime your name pops up in a conversation he's interested. Draken is definitely the first the notice this change in Mikey and teases him for it, while Mikey denys it. The others will slowly start to notice this too. Especially, when he bought an extra taiyaki and gave it to you. Takemichy's jaw dropped at the scene.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

> Mikey won't be announcing to everyone that he has an s/o. However, if someone asks he'll answer honestly. I wouldn't use the word "brag" but he will say nice about you to others. For Mikey, intimate gestures such as kissing are only between the two of you. If someone catches the both of you, Mikey wouldn't be pleased.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

> You wouldn't have to worry about anyone trying to flirt with you or trying to hurt you not when Mikey's around. Mikey cares deeply about you and would give his life to protect you. You wouldn't have to worry about other people trying to flirt with Mikey either since you already have his heart, he'll simple brush them off. He's loyal.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

> As I have mentioned earlier, Mikey has no experience with relationships. You would have to teach him things. Still there will be moments that might seem simple to others but to you, you know it's a way Mikey shows his love for you. For example, draping his jacket over your shoulders or buying an extra snack so you could have some too. If he's not busy with Toman matters, he would want to spend his time with you.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

> Mikey would genuinely support your dreams and passions, telling you to never give up on them. He believes in you with his whole heart, and he knows you would be able to make your goals come true.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

> He would like to try things he never experienced before with you, like taking pictures at the photo booth or going shopping for matching keychains. That being said, what Mikey likes the most is the constant reassurance that you're here for him. Routines like going riding on his motorcycle or just talking with you, it what he like most. He's scared that one day you'd leave him so these mundane routines assures him.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

> You would think Mikey is the forgetful type but he actually pays attention to things. He'll notice you eyeing a certain item in a store or if you're lying to him. He genuinely cares about you and would like to know everything about you, even the shameful parts. Mikey has a hard time with emotions, he may not fully understand your troubles but he'll assure you that he'll be there for you.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

> For Mikey to actually want to establish a relationship with someone. It means he sees you as an important person in his life. However, certain things would have to come before you such as his family and Toman. It is something you would have to understand when dating Mikey.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

> Whenever he looks like he's spacing off during Toman meetings while he is paying attention to what's happening his mind can't help but wander towards you. About what you're currently doing or if you're at home safely. Before he starts the engine of his bike, or has nothing to do he fiddles with the keychain on his keys. It's the matching keychain you both have.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

> Mikey is not known to be the most showy when it comes to showing his affections. It's the little things he does for only you, that shows how much he cares about you. Mikey secretly likes the affection you give him even if he denies it. It surprises him everytime you hug him or kiss him but he never stops you or tells you to stop. Just don't do it in front of Toman. Even if he doesn't want to, cuddle him as the big spoon and it'll make him really happy. Since he's so used to keeping a strong facade, cuddling with you gives him the impression that with you maybe he doesn't have to do that.

Y earning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

> Mikey will still act as the strong charismatic leader of Toman, where nothing fazes him. He won't outwardly show that he misses you but you can tell by the way he fiddles with his matching keychain or stares off into the distance that he misses you. He might even unconsciously blurt a quiet "I miss (Y/N)...."

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

> Mikey is willing to give his life away to protect you. Just you being with him is dangerous enough who knows who might be out to get him and easiest way they can do that is by getting you. If your safely is at risk even he likes you he would have to break up with you, keep you away from the danger. Because he utmostly cares about your well being and if anything happens to you, it will destroy him.

#sano manjiro #mikey tokyo revengers #mikey x reader #sano manjiro x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo manji gang #tokyo manji revengers #skipps writes

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softlystarstruck · 3 years ago

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✩ softly reading, aug 2 - 8 ✩

✩ - a fave | 🔥 - hot | purple - reread

hello all!! hope you had a good first week of august :) i reread quite a few fics, trawled the trans drarry tags on ao3, and read some wireless fics! let me know what y’all have been reading or if y’all love any of these fics too 💕 short & sweet, pocket-sized, and non-drarry are under the cut!

spotlight rec

✩ That Old Black Magic by @bixgirl1 [E, 77k]

Centuries ago, marriage contracts were the norm — ready-made alliances between families, expected and complied with, without complaint. But norms have a way of changing, and when a long-dormant contract flares to life, Harry has to navigate an unexpected splintering of the path he'd thought would be easy after the war... with Draco Malfoy.

why i rec this: okay. okay. i was talking with starry about bond fics and they were like “have you read this one?” so obviously i read it immediately in one day because it is SO. GOOD. the emotional stakes are high from the beginning, and this may be one of my favorite complex harry narrations ive ever read. i don’t know how to be more coherent about this but! absolutely recommend this gorgeous story

longer reads

Bond by AnnaFugazzi [M, 173k]

Harry swam back into awareness, finally focussing on something. The ceiling. The very familiar ceiling of... the hospital wing. Damn, not again, was his first thought. How did it happen this time? was his second.

✩ A Love Story of Less-Than-Epic Proportions by anon [E, 39k]

Harry and Draco are just friends. Sure, they work together, and live together, and go to gigs together, and do pretty much everything else together—so what? That’s just what friends do. [H/D Wireless 2021]

Makes Me Stronger by Lomonaaeren [E, 28k]

Rita Skeeter’s Harry James Potter: An Unnatural History is a best-seller, mostly due to the fact that Skeeter’s collaborated with a photographer who’s infused the pictures in the book with Harry’s actual memories. As Harry struggles to survive the storm consuming his eighth year at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy becomes an unexpected ally.

The Fortunate Fall by Lomonaaeren [M, 28k]

Draco's sure he suffered an irreplaceable loss at the end of the war. Harry's not.

✩ Blue Sunny Day by @firethesound [E, 26k]

Years ago, Harry Potter disappeared from the Wizarding World. When Draco spots him at a club in Muggle London, well, he just can't resist the opportunity that presents itself.

✩ holemate by anon [E, 18k]

'Cause I'm sick of losing soulmates / So where do we begin? / I can finally see you're as fucked up as me / So how do we win? [H/D Wireless 2021]

✩ Two Zinnias and the Scent of Lemon by anon [M, 16k]

The Ministry didn’t turn bad overnight. Harry didn’t suddenly turn rogue either. Between covert Legilimency links and Polyjuice disguises and running and running and running, Draco has forgotten what it is like to have a safe harbor that isn’t a person. If there’s an art to fighting back, then they’ll find it hand in hand. [H/D Wireless 2021]

✩ you’ve got the antidote for me by Kandakickass [M, 20k]

When Harry Potter unintentionally severs their soulbond before it can fully form, Draco Malfoy resigns himself to a slow death and decides not to burden Harry with a soulmate he's made it very clear he doesn't want.

short & sweet (< 10k)

Dedication and Desperation by anon [T, 6.1k]

Diagnosed with a rare and serious illness, Draco has mostly given up until Harry comes to visit. [H/D Wireless 2021]

Sunscreen by @kittycargo [T, 5.9k]

"I want someone to remind me to wear sunscreen and take my vitamins when it slips my mind..." -Ira Wolf

✩ Holy Ground by @phoebedelia [T, 4.9k]

Draco scoffed to himself. Nostalgia, seriously? How pathetic to be brooding over events that’d just transpired over the past three days.

✩ You Were Crushed (Just Like Me) by @firethesound [E, 4.9k] 🔥

Something finally comes of Harry's embarrassing crush on Malfoy. (Well, two somethings. Someones. Whatever. Also all of Harry's friends are terrible.)

There Be Dragons by Miya_Morana [M, 4.5k] 🏳️‍⚧️

Harry has been Draco's friend since they were 11 years old, the keeper of his secret, and his best ally. This is the story of how Draco became who he was always meant to be.

✩ turn my blue heart to red by @bonesliketambourines [M, 4.5k]

Harry figured he'd never see Draco Malfoy again after their disastrous not-a-relationship-no-really-Hermione ended after Eighth Year, but Harry's never been lucky, so naturally it's Head Healer Malfoy who's swanning all over Harry's emergency department, looking all pale and accomplished and competent as he sneers down at Harry's systems and processes. Meanwhile, what about that fit bloke at the gym...?

✩ On the Balcony by @firethesound [E, 3.7k] 🔥

Life had been hectic for both of them lately, and Harry was looking forward to a quiet evening at home. Having a romantic dinner on the balcony of their flat sounded like just the thing.

✩ You Were Dead by @moonstruckwytch [T, 2.4k]

What do you mean, Harry was dead?

Exclsuive. Tranquil. Deadly. by @mystickitten42 [E, 2.1k]

Harry takes his overworked husband to Silver Sands, a luxurious and exclusive wizarding resort situated on a remote tropical island. They get more than they bargained for.

✩ Pissing for England by Moonflower_Rose [M, 2k]

They're sharing a flat as part of an Auror training exercise, but if Ron can't learn to piss more quietly, they may not make it out alive.

✩ Instinctive by @shealwaysreads [E, 1.9k] 🔥

Draco does what he wants, when he wants. Even on Harry’s birthday. Luckily enough, their wants align.

I Hear You (Loud and Clear) by phdmama [E, 1.8k] 🔥

Harry absolutely does not mean for it to happen. He’s lying in his bed under the invisibility cloak. He’s not doing anything, which is probably part of the problem. He’s just lying there, trying to find the energy to get up and do… something. It doesn’t matter what.

Sleepless by Saras_girl [M, 1.7k]

Harry can’t settle, and Draco is lost in the desert. Again. Possibly.

Learning Curve by @rockingrobin69 [G, 1.7k]

“Uncle Harry, did you know Uncle Draco is a weredragon?”

Kisses by ketsumodoki [E, 1.4k] 🔥🏳️‍⚧️

A bit of pure porn where Draco and Harry fuck. That is all and fuck jk rowling <3

A-Team by @hogwartstoalexandria [E, 1.1k] 🔥🏳️‍⚧️

It wasn't even anything special Draco did or said, it was just that Harry found himself, not for the first time nor, if he had to guess, the last, consumed by the need to make his husband come undone.

✩ Let Me Carry It Instead by @the-starryknight [M, 1k]

He's going to save the Wizarding world again (again!). I'll hold him when he aches from it and wash away the blood. I'll tell him he's still a good man even if I don't believe it.

pocket-sized (< 1k)

Bird Set Free by @rockmarina [G, 827] 🏳️‍⚧️

Draco rarely felt as free as he did when he swam in the ocean.

Another’s Life by @p1013 [M, 508]

It clings to every corner, nestles into every crack and crevice it can find. There's plenty of them in the rubble that's left of the illegal potion's laboratory, and as Harry picks his way across the remains of the building carefully, his hands come away stained black with ash.

✩ Little Moments by @primavera-cerezos [G, 375]

Draco wakes to the smell of cooking.

non-drarry

That one time Ron attended Harry's party and didn't enjoy it at all by @melcalder [E, 8.5k, ron/blaise with background drarry] 🔥

After his "break-up" with Hermione, Ron crashes at Harry's place and has to attend one of Harry's parties. He doesn't enjoy it all that much, until he does...

#softly reading #softly reading august 2021 #drarry #drarry rec #drarry rec list #drarry fic rec

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Hi Plant!!!!! Hi Rhodri!!!!! And maybe also hi to Zevran bc he might be around but I can't hope to catch a rogue as good as him if he doesn't want to be found XD XD I hope you're all having a lovely day! I come, of course, to ask some questions to Rhodri (my beloved). So, Rhodri, if I may be so bold...

/shuffles chair around until comfortably seated in front of Rhodri/

Imagine you’re given an unlimited budget to build anything you want! What do you build and where do you build it? Also, if it's not too personal, who do you look up to? No worries if it's too personal tho. And, last, what is your favorite thing to do in your free time? :D Please feel free to skip over any of these questions

Hello hey hi there!!! I'm sorry this is so late coming but it's definitely here now!! I had such a great time with this one, you have no idea. This will read like a little choose-your-own adventure depending on how comfortable you are with physical contact. 1 if you’re cool with letting Rhodri rearrange you and treat you like furniture, 2 if you’d rather keep your personal space. Though I hope it doesn't need to be said, whatever you choose is just right! <3 <3 under the cut, you know how it is...

[Rhodri and Zevran and I collectively starry-eyes at you and wave in motions of varying degrees of normalcy (Zevran’s wave is pleasant and normal; Rhodri and I are flailing wildly enough to flag down air traffic). The three of us (affectionately) squabble over who gets to pass you something to drink and eat. It ends with three hands passing each item to you.]

This will read like a little choose-your-own adventure depending on how comfortable you are with physical contact. 1 if you’re cool with letting Rhodri rearrange you and treat you like furniture, 2 if you’d rather keep your personal space. Though I hope it doesn't need to be said, both of these options are equally celebrated.

1 [Rhodri beams at you. With your permission, she carefully lifts you out of the chair and places you on the squashy couch where she was sitting. When you’re comfortable with the appropriate number of cushions and/or blankets, she proceeds to sprawl over your lap like an octopus and smiles placidly up at you.] “Hello, you. I was wondering when this’d happen.”

2 [Rhodri adopts your posture to indicate Maximum Cooperation, Interest And Engagement. Her legs bounce a little, and she watches you with a delighted grin.] “Iucundis! I’ve been looking forward to this. You don't know how much.”

[Zevran chuckles] “She insisted we take breakfast on the front steps so she could see you coming from further away. Her feet were bouncing so much she nearly sent her toast flying.”

[Rhodri playfully waves Zevran’s remark away with one hand, and scrubs her reddening cheeks with the other. She makes no effort, however, to deny it.]

First interview question: Imagine you’re given an unlimited budget to build anything you want! What do you build, and where do you build it?

“Ooh. Hah. Now wouldn’t that be convenient! If I had an unlimited budget, the Magisterium couldn’t possibly oppose plans to revitalise impoverished public areas because ‘the funds don’t permit it,’ could they? Seems like a victory waiting to claim itself, really.” [she frowns a moment] “Or does it have to be just one thing? Maybe revitalise one thing, then. But a big one!” [she holds her hands apart] “Huge! Like a library! Have to get your money’s worth out of these extravagant hypotheticals.”

Second interview question: Who do you look up to?

1 [Rhodri slowly blinks up at you. A broad, playful smile is taking over the lower half of her face] “Well, you, of course, iucundis. Look how high above me you are! At least one and a half cubits!”

(Answer continues in option 2 below)

2 [Rhodri chuckles] “I’m spoiled for choice. There are heroes everywhere, aren’t there? People who do the right thing even when nobody's watching, or when it inconveniences them. Or who've been treated terribly but refuse to harm someone else, even if it's all they know. Now that would be hard. Frightening even, if nobody has modelled kindness for you, to go and create it on your own. But people are remarkable like that." [She grins at you] "so for people to look up to, I'll say that I'm off to a flying start with the company in this room, and we'll no doubt find others to gush over when we go outside, too."

Third interview question: what is your favourite thing to do in your free time?

1 [Rhodri stretches and readjusts her sprawl on your lap.] "You are still comfortable? I know I'm quite heavy. Here, I'll just– [she shuffles down until only her head is resting on your knees]. I'm afraid I don't know any spell that makes someone lighter without shrinking them down. Not until someone thinks it up, anyway."

(The rest of this is answered in option 2 below, beginning with Zevran speaking)

2 [Rhodri rubs her chin thoughtfully, even as Zevran strolls over and, with a congenial wink to you, proceeds to plonk himself down into her lap.]

[Zevran chortles good-naturedly.] "I do believe sitting with me in your arms is what you spend your free time doing, is it not?"

[Rhodri frowns at him] "No, that’s planned. I factor in the possibility of it happening for every part of the day. [She looks back to you, not noticing Zevran’s Unreasonably Taken Aback Face as she does.] I have no free time. Free time is unplanned time, which I don't want. I like knowing what I have to look forward to each day, or what to prepare for."

[She gestures at you and beams.] Take your visit today, for example, iucundis! You gave me so much notice beforehand, and of course you’re welcome any time without notice, day or night, but knowing in advance meant I had all this time to be excited about it!

[She gestures with an open hand at a nearby, two-metre high pile of wrapped gifts of different dimensions, all sporting colourful bows] "And, of course, we had time to get these for you and Astala and Ilanlas–"

[Zevran and I chime in unison] "Our beloveds!"

[Rhodri grins and nods] "Our beloveds. Oh, but that was all the questions! The time flew!"

[Zevran chuckles] "Of course. It always does when Heniareth visits. The true mark of good company, no?"

[Rhodri nods fervently. She then rubs her chin and looks at you thoughtfully] "Mmm. You know, since you can turn a few hours into, say, ten minutes, that could mean that if you lived with us, we could be in our eighties in a few years… perhaps you're the key to people living hundreds or thousands of years, don't you think? Oh, and speaking of excellent longevity, have you got time to stay? There's a very big cake in the dining room with your name on it, you see."

[Zevran leans towards you and drops his voice a little] "It really does have your name on it. I saw her piping 'Heniareth' in icing on it earlier today."

Iucundis: delightful one– closer to ‘my delightful friend’ Iucundis and gaudis both technically mean ‘joyful one’ in Tevene, but ‘gaudiae’ joy is conferred by the surroundings and is largely involuntary- e.g. a mood boost from a party, opulence, good music. ‘Iucundiae’ joy comes from a person’s character and their ability, whether innate or learned, to find, create, and share happiness.

#I am ridiculously late with this one #And I think even later with another one!! sorry about that mate!#thank you for the ask! as always ^_^ always a joy with you my friend #Rhodri Amell #askin' games #(good luck with that cake. it's pretty darn big. Still not sure how it actually fit through the door into the dining room)

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