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FIRST POST HERE YIPPIIIE!!!! just dont mind the intro its a french tiktok..........

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Hi! I’m new to making request so I’m sorry if it’s like, messy. I have seen like no Twst boysxChubby!Reader anywhere and as a chubby person I think their should be at least a few. So, I was wondering if I could get the First or second years,you can chose ofc,with a chubby partner! I don’t care if it’s fluff,nsfw or whatever I just feel like it would be cute :)

Ps: I absolutely love your writing and Jade on the last post,the tits,ass, or thighs post, made me so euphoric <3

No worries, it's not messy at all! Since I'm a little strapped for time I'm just gonna do the first years for now but I definitely have added the second years for down the line when I have the spoons because chubby partners are cute asf. 😤

If you want some more I've written a post with the tweels in the past with a chubby partner (nsfw) but I always love getting chubby!reader requests.

Fluffy headcanons for first years asking out a Chubby!Reader.

CW: Some mentions of internalized fat phobia on the part of Cater and Vil (in Ace and Epel's parts respectively.)

Ace Trappola

When Ace first started crushing on his partner, is was both cute and so annoying. Literally like puppy love at first, always wanting to be near them and his friends kept catching him staring at them. He would lose his focus on conversation the moment he saw them and more than a few times Riddle had to snap his fingers at him to get his attention back.

Truthfully he kind of had a crisis about it? He is the only one of the froshes who's really been in a relationship and it went badly and he's afraid of screwing up royally. He cares about them a lot and they're so cute and he, on the other hand, would be appropriately described as an "asshole". It was a lot of him screaming into his bedsheets and Deuce giving him a pat on the shoulder and saying "That's rough, buddy."

They gave him a hug once and he thought he was going to die. They were so soft and warm and he's pretty sure he went to heaven for a minute and he had to physically restrain himself from nuzzling up against them and asking to just stay the rest of the day.

They're nice to him and they take his jokes in stride. They're so fucking cute that he has to look away when their shirt rides up a bit during PE. Their laugh is the best sound he's ever heard and he keeps having intrusive thoughts about kissing them. It's like they're perfect. He refuses to admit he's in love with them, though, because he thinks back to that first relationship he had and... God he doesn't ever want to do that to them even accidentally.

Cater caught on to his crush and supported and teased him in equal measure. Though Cater called him a 'chubby chaser' (he didn't have ill intent, but it was definitely a not good joke as he realized in hindsight). Ace snapped and went off on him and if it weren't for some quick reflexes would have punched him in the nose. Ace and Cater both ended up collared by Riddle for the rest of the day, and when asked Ace brushes it off as being 'over something stupid'. He gets a but withdrawn afterward in his sulking because it's easier than admitting that he has feelings.

After nearly decking Cater, his seniors were well aware of his crush and after some discussion, Trey decides to step up and give some encouragement by cornering him in the kitchen.

"You're in love with them, aren't you?"

"Huh? Don't joke around about stuff like that Trey. You know I'm not like that..." Ace trails off as he rubs at the back of his neck, a miserable frown creasing his face.

"I don't think that's true."

"Well it is, so drop it."

"It's okay to be afraid of rejection, you know. Everyone is, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't try it." Trey says, not looking up from the fruit that he's cutting.

"And what the hell do you know!? You're about as romantic as a box of rocks!" Ace's frustration rises, and he stands, already in fight mode. But Trey doesn't match his energy-- instead he glances up at Ace with a look that seems to see right through him and Ace ends up slumping back into the kitchen chair and resting both his hands on the back of his neck as he stares at the counter.

There's a long silence that's cut only by the sound of Trey's knife coring apples. Long enough that Trey begins to wonder if this was the wrong time to bring it up and Ace still needed more time.

But, eventually, with a heaving sigh, Ace continues.

"If I hurt them I wouldn't be able to forgive myself." He thunks his head down against the counter. Normally Trey might be more upset that he did since he just cleaned it, but he supposes he can let it slide. Just this once.

"Do you want to hurt them?"

"What? Of course not!"

"So, what's the issue? Are you afraid you won't be able to communicate well? Or that they won't like you back?" Ace grunts, shrugging. Trey takes it to mean both. "You know you can learn to communicate if you try. You're doing it right now."

Ace responds with another sigh.

"Do you trust them?" Trey asks.

Ace lifts his head enough to glare at him.

"Answer the question, Ace. Do you trust them?"

"Yes. Of course I trust them. They're like one of my best friends."

"So why are you holding yourself back? I doubt they're going to hold it against you if you have feelings for them."

There is another long silence, and eventually Ace stands, the scrape of chair legs the only thing signaling his exit as he turns to leave.

Ace ruminates on it for a while, and is encouraged by the others in his dorm too. And Floyd and Jamil. And professor Crewel. (THAT one was embarrassing.)

Eventually he manages to work up the nerve to try asking them out. He has a plan for it: he's going to pull them aside at lunch and ask if they want to go get food with him off campus. (Thanks, Crewel.) After that maybe they could get a slice of cake or ice cream or something and he could ask them out there. Then, he could get them a cute little gift or something and they would be dating before the day was out.... Hopefully.

It all goes to hell immediately. Apparently, since his lesson had run over, they had already gotten lunch and were sitting with everyone. Deuce shoots him a sympathetic look from across the table. Not to mention Grim was being a menace. He gets his food and sits next to them, but his appetite is ruined so he just lets Grim steal his lunch and lays his head down on the table. When they ask if he's alright, he just silently shakes his head where it rests on his crossed arms.

He goes through the rest of his classes and his club meeting in a terrible mood. He, Deuce and them had already planned to hang out for a study group after clubs today and he's dreading it.

He still meets up with the two of them, but his mood is so low he barely speaks. Eventually he says he's not feeling it and says he's just going to head back to the dorms.

MC catches up to him, though, and asks him if they can talk. He catches Deuce from where he stands down the road giving him a thumbs up and nodding his head. He's never quite wanted to strangle him as much as he did in that moment. Clearly he wasn't in the mood for this.

They ask him if he's okay again. He grunts, but then they ask him to please not shut them out. They tell him he's been acting distant and they can't tell if they've done anything wrong, and Ace's heart breaks a little hearing them say that to him. He's been kind of a terrible friend, hasn't he... Well, Trey said he should learn to communicate, and there's no way he's going to dig this hole deeper, right?

"You didn't do anything wrong. I've just been in a bad mood lately." Ace inwardly cringes at the slight lie. It doesn't feel good to be untruthful with them, but he's scared.

"Really? Because you have been avoiding me."

Ace winces, outwardly this time. They seem to immediately get more upset, and Ace can already feel his gut starting to drop. God he fucking sucks at this emotions stuff!

"It's not you. I'm... Going through something right now and it's not going well."

"So you can talk to Deuce about it but not me? He specifically told me I should talk to you because he thought I was the one causing the problem."

Ace is going to kill him. He gapes at them a little, trying to grasp for words, but they cut him off.

"Look, if it's something you can't tell me that's fine--" it's clearly not fine, they're upset and he desperately wants to fix it. "-- but at least don't shut me out entirely. Please? I want to help you, Ace."

"It's not that I can't tell you, I'm just..." God, what words is he supposed to use? Now they look sad and angry and he's floundering.

"You're just what, Ace? Because I'm really starting to think you're lying to me to get out of this conversa--"

"I've been trying to figure out a way to ask you out, alright!?" He spits in a moment of blind panic, just wanting to stop the escalation of this. He doesn't want this to be a fight, but once he realizes what he said he claps a hand over his mouth, eyes widening and face already starting to go red. How fucking embarassing.

They're staring at him silently, and he's quickly adding Trey's name to the list of people he's going to throw hands with the moment he stops mourning this situation.

"You're kidding right?" God that's the worst thing he's ever heard them say.

"I... No." Ace wishes he could shrink into the ground right now. "I like you."

They start laughing and the humiliation is going to kill him. He wants to turn and start walking and only stop once he's under the sea. His face burns.

"Oh my god, Ace, you suck at this." They're still laughing, but before he actually can tuck his tail between his legs and run, they grab him by the wrist and pull him into a tight hug. He's getting very mixed signals, all of a sudden. And now he's trapped.

In spite of it all, he still wants to pull them closer. As if they can read his mind, they squeeze him tighter. He gives up his hopes of escape, and he wants to hide, so he hides his face against their shoulder.

"Of course I'll go out with you, Ace." They say, finally, now that their laughing has ebbed enough. Ace jerks his head up from their shoulder, giving them a wide-eyed, owlish look.

"Wh-- Why'd you start laughing!?" He sputters, pouting. He's relieved and nervous in a new way, now, but he can hardly believe what he's hearing.

"Because the last time I tried to ask you out, you invited Deuce to our study date." They smirk at him.

"You-- well, I-- it's--"

"And the time before that you--"

He stops them by clasping a hand over their mouth, already seeing where this is going. He can feel their grin by the rise in their cheeks and the way their eyes crinkle and glitter with mischief.

"I get it, alright? I'm an idiot. Give me a break, I've already heard it from, like, eight people this week." He sighs, and finally he lets himself do something he's wanted to do for so long. His hand that was covering their mouth shifts to cup the soft slope of their jawline and he leans in to kiss them-- fucking finally!!-- his thumb gliding along their cheek to feel how soft they are. They meet him halfway, and their lips feel so nice against his.

It's quick and chaste, but it's a promise of more. Ace's face still feels hot as he leans their foreheads together. He hears a distant cheer from Deuce.

Finally, he laughs, and says:

"You know if you let me go kick his ass, it could still be a study date."

Deuce Spade

Deuce doesn't even realize he's developing a crush until he starts to find himself getting a little flustered when he tries to talk to them. His words keep coming out wrong, and when they start to laugh and gently correct him his heart starts pounding in his chest. Oh god, is he dying? He's pretty sure he's dying.

It isn't until Ace pokes fun at him one day that he realizes Oh. He's not dying, he's just got a crush on them.

"Deuce, seriously, if you stare at them any harder you're going to burn a hole in the back of their head." Ace snorts, flicking Deuce's arm with his finger rather roughly. It makes Deuce jump, apparently not having heard any of what he said.

"Huh!?" Deuce practically barks it, looking at him with wide eyes as if he'd been entirely unaware of him the entire time. Ace sighs, shaking his head.

"Your crush is getting out of hand. You never even listen to me when they're around. Talk about single-minded..."

"Crush?" Deuce repeats, brows furrowing. "They're not my... not my... oh. Oh. They are aren't they?" There's a litany of emotions that cross his face in those few moments, and Ace simply stares at him like he's dumb.

"You're joking right? You seriously didn't realize you have a huge crush on them? Even you're not that dense!"

Deuce looks back at him, this time wide-eyed with panic, like he's looking at him for answers.

"What... do I do?"

"Huh? What do you mean what do you do? How should I know?"

"Well you've dated someone before. What did you do?"

"I asked them out. And we all know how peachy that turned out." Ace grumbles. "Seriously, I can't help you with this one, bud."

Deuce asks Trey if he can help him to learn how to make some simple sweets so he can bring some over to them. Of course Trey catches on that he might be feeling something for them, so he tries not to rib too hard.

He goes out of his way to include them in things if he can. If he's going out for a morning run, they're invited if they want to. Or, if he's staying in and studying and then watching a movie, they're invited to that too. He's not nearly as bad as Ace at inviting other people along on their 'dates' but there are definitely a few that Ace jumps in on simply by virtue of being his roommate. He's a little more touchy that he used to be, often letting them lay against his shoulder or across his stomach if they're super vegged out.

He has a really hard time actually asking them to date him, though. He just can't ever seem to get the words to come out how he wants them to, and whenever he starts thinking about it he trips on his words and can't quite get them out.

Eventually, he makes a plan on the advice of his mother.

All he tells them is that they will need to dress nicely. Of course, he ends up helping them look for something that will suit them. They seem to be so much more picky than he is, though, because he really thinks they look pretty amazing in everything. They have such nice figure, how could they ever look bad in anything. It takes a while but they seem to find something they like and Deuce feels a little short of breath at how well it accentuates their soft curves. God, is he blushing?

He gives them a date and time and says it's a surprise... and it certainly is quite the surprise.

They smooth out their outfit one final time as they stand up to answer the knock at their door. No sooner do they open it than they have a bouquet thrust toward them.

They jump, and they follow the arm up to where Deuce's face is, pouting slightly and looking away from them with a brilliant red blush tinting his skin. They can't help but to laugh, and Deuce's head whips toward them, looking a little mortified. Before he can run, they wrap their hand around the one holding the bouquet.

"Are you taking me to prom?" They ask, grinning. Deuce opens his mouth but only ends up sputtering ineffectively for several seconds. They wait patiently, and when they see he's frustrated to the point of giving up, they nod their head encouragingly. Deuce sucks in a large breath and begins again, slowly.

"I... I wanted to ask if you would go out with me?" he manages this time, almost painfully earnest.

"Of course Deuce... Uh... forgive me for assuming but... I kind of thought we already were?"

There is a long, long silence.

"HUH?!" Deuce, once again, barks.

As it turns out, him asking them for "study dates" was what had made them assume they were already together. Except he calls them study dates with everyone..... does he have to clear things up with Ace now, too!? (He doesn't, Ace is well aware of what he meant.)

He is super giddy but also extremely flustered. Even so, dinner is nice, and they end up falling asleep curled up together on the couch after watching a movie. Their head is on his chest and Deuce had wrapped a protective arm around them in his sleep.

Jack Howl

Jack starts to realize that he's developing a crush during PE. They are on the same team and he notices how protective he feels over them when he see someone charge at them or them come too close to getting hit by a spelldrive disc. He has never had those sort of feelings for someone outside of his own family, and he realizes almost immediately that it probably means there's something more there.

He has asked his parents and grandparents about what it felt like when they met each other, and they had described a similar feeling. This was a tricky situation, though, because it was super rare for wolf beastmen to develop feelings and rarer for it to be a sign of a true bond. There's a big significance to it since wolf beastmen are largely monogamous and mate for life.

He doesn't ask his parents what to do about it because he thinks it would work them up, not to mention how embarrassing it would be for them to try and talk to him about romance. And he can't really ask anyone else his age-- the only other freshman who's dated has been Ace and he doesn't think he wants his advice on a relationship... So he asks the only other person he can think of.

Jack can see his breath on the air as he jogs, the air is incredibly crisp and refreshingly cold this morning. He sighs, and he suspects that's what prompts what happens next.

"Something on your mind, Jack?" Vil asks, glancing briefly over his shoulder as he keeps the comfortable pace of his run, his ponytail swaying with each movement. "You've been more quiet than you usually are this morning."

Jack grunts.

"First of all, I'm not quiet." Jack protests, and Vil laughs easily at that. Rude. "And it's not... something I really know how to talk about. I don't think you'd know what to do anyway."

"You could give it a shot, you know. I'm more wise than I look." Vil says mirthfully. Jack appreciates that he's gotten better at picking up on his particular brand of bluntness, but he could really do without the teasing that has taken the place of his offence.

"I think I might be in love."

Jack nearly plows into the back of Vil as he stops short. Ah. Right. He's nosy. Jack should have known, honestly.

"With who?"

"MC." Vil clicks his tongue in response and Jack has no idea what that's supposed to mean. Vil turns, examining him carefully, a manicured eyebrow raised, crossing his arms and tapping his fingers against his own bicep considering.

"I could see it." He hums.

"... That's all?"

"Well, what were you hoping I'd tell you?"

"... How to go about this? Or what you think, I suppose." Jack huffs, rubbing at the back of his neck and looking away. "I was hoping you'd know more about how to handle this than I do."

"Well, unfortunately for you, I'm not all that well versed in dating." Vil hums, but before Jack can sink too low into disappointment, he continues. "But I can tell you what I know from other people."

"Alright."

"I've heard it's best to just be upfront about it. Direct, even. That way there's not questioning your intentions and you don't end up dancing around each other."

"You think I should just... ask to date them?"

"You're trying to figure out if you think this is something that will last, right?"

"Yes."

"Then it can't hurt anything to try, right? There's no beastman rule that says you have to get it 100% right the first time, at least as far as I know. You can still experiment and see if it works out. The worst that could happen would be that things don't work out."

Jack is... a pretty direct person, so he can't really find a reason not to just be direct like Vil suggested. Of course, he knows that his version of direct might be a little much-- there's a time and place for everything.

He decides to wait until they are together alone... which is easier said than done when they're always with a variety of the freshmen. It takes a couple of weeks and he has to sneak it in while the others are distracted, but he sees his opportunity and he takes it.

"MC." Jack calls.

They stop, letting Ace and Deuce to charge forward in their own little world-- in an apparent competition to see who can find something the fastest. It's silly, and Jack wasn't paying attention to them. Hadn't been since they'd gotten into the library.

"I've been meaning to ask you." Jack takes a deep breath, feeling the way his chest knots nervously as he tries to push through it to say what he wants to say.

"Are you ok?"

"I was wondering if you would like to try dating." He says, finally able to get it out of his mouth and into the air.

They give him a shocked look, and their face twinges a little red. Jack doesn't look away, needing to know the answer in spite of the urge to look away.

"Us?"

"Yes."

"Oh. Yes, of course I'd be interested in taking a shot at dating you, Jack." They smile rather shyly. Jack can't help himself, feeling his mouth curl up into a smile and his tail wagging at his back. "Like... today? Did you want this to be a date."

"I was thinking we could get dinner--" Jack is cut off by the sound of a loud crash, and then Ace and Deuce bickering. Sensing they were imminently about to be thrown out of the library, he corrects himself. "I was thinking we could get dinner alone, with just the two of us. Maybe this weekend?"

They smile at him and nod.

"Sounds great."

Epel Felmier

Epel has never really been much of a romantic. Sure, he conceptually knows what people want out of a relationship-- what is ideally romantic. But that's never really been his idea of romance-- he's always just wanted to have someone who looked at him and saw him the way that he wanted to be seen. Sure, he might be learning how to use his cuteness as a weapon, but that doesn't mean he doesn't still want to be perceived as being strong and capable. So, when they do exactly that, he really doesn't find it hard at all to accept his crush.

Epel also thinks they're super attractive. To be quite honest, he's never really found people who were super thin attractive, and he thinks them being chubby suits them so well. It makes them look healthy and strong. Sometimes he (embarrassingly) catches himself staring at them.

With as observant as Vil and Rook are, it takes practically no time for them to pick up on his crush. Vil makes it known that he finds them to be pretty plain, honestly, and he makes an offhand remark criticizing their lifestyle.

"It's really a shame-- it seems like they probably indulge too much. They have such potential to look amazing."

Epel moves before he can even think beyond the blind rage he feels. Epel has never, ever managed to get the upper hand on Vil in a magic fight one on one, but...

His right hook collides solidly with Vil, sending him reeling backward as he reaches up to clutch at his cheek. It's far from his usual grace as he stumbles and lands on his rump, looking up at Epel with shock.

"You shut your mouth." Epel says it so coldly that Vil looks taken aback all over again, eyebrows arching toward his hair line as he rubs at the place where Epel made contact with his face. "I don't ever wanna hear you say nothin' about their lifestyle ever again. I'll deal with you sayin' whatever you want to say about me but you leave them out of this. Nobody asked fer your goddamned opinion anyway and not everyone wants to look as twiggy as you do anyway."

Epel takes another, single step toward Vil, fist already clenched to swing again as he seethes with rage. Were Rook not quick on his feet, it would have likely continued to escalate. Instead, Rook catches Epel under both arms and bodily pulls him back.

"Monsieur Poison Apple, compose yourself!" Despite Rook's hold on him, he jerks against him like he's been possessed with the spirit of a badger. It's not until he is fully dragged out of the room and away that he seems to calm down, and all the while Vil sits on the ground in stunned silence.

Of course, things get a little strained between Vil and Epel for a while after that. Moreso than usual, even. However, Vil would eventually realize he has been the one in the wrong in the situation, and will apologize. Likewise, Epel will apologize for throwing a punch. They do manage to smooth things over, but they don't talk about the crush much beyond that-- likely because Vil is concerned that he might accidentally push some buttons without meaning to.

Epel ends up getting them tickets to see a new movie when it releases and also manages to get permission to do so off campus in one of the small town districts of Sage's Island. He invites them to go along and plans to ask them to be his significant other after the movie during a nice stroll along one of the beaches of Sage's Island.

Vil and Rook might not talk to him or give him unsolicited advice, but they cannot in good conscience let him wear what he was going to wear on the date. Absolutely not, he looked like he was ready to plow a farm field. Instead they managed to dress him up pretty smartly in a nice suit jacket and slacks that are cut to make him look taller than he is. Epel feels a bit like he's being fussed over for school picture day the entire time, though.

"You can see the moon reflecting on the water it's so calm."

"Yep. I think it's my favorite part of the island." Epel admits, as he watches them look out over the water. He isn't sure which one of them instigated it, but at some point they linked hands and haven't seemed to find it in them to drop them yet. It's nice. Pretty and quiet out, and he hopes that they're as relaxed as he is. "I wanted to ask you..."

"Mm?" They glance back at him, their smile bright.

"I... was thinking maybe we should try... us. Being together." They stop short, blinking at him.

"Are you asking me out?"

Epel flushes, but he laughs regardless.

"I think I already did, didn't I?" He feels his nerves twist a little bit, but they're smiling at him and it's what he's holding on to. "What do you say?"

"Yes, of course. What do you take me for?" They say, and then grin at him like it's a challenge, and Epel can't help but to feel like he's falling a little more in love with them from the sight alone.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek could never ever understand what his mother saw in his father, and didn't think he ever would until one day, surprise, you're in love with a human, Sebek. They had somehow managed to worm their way into his heart our of sheer obstinance alone. He'd never quite met someone other than Master Malleus or Master Lilia that commanded quite so much power over him-- that they would speak and he would shut up and listen. That he admired so thoroughly.

His other dormmates pick up on it instantly. As does anyone else remotely familiar with Sebek. He doesn't act like a braggart around them, and he doesn't even talk exclusively about Malleus around them. It's a very easy thing to pick up on.

Lilia starts ruminating about young love aloud during a meal one day, and Sebek praises his wisdom... but also admits that he's confused why the subject even came up.

Silence. Sebek watches Lilia's eyes widen, then glances to Silver to see him giving him a similar owlish look. Had he said something wrong?

When he sees Malleus is also giving him that same look, he can't help but to feel himself starting to blush, shame starting to creep in from his apparent social faux pas.

"I... apologize." He hesitates shrinking into himself ever so slightly, still not truly knowing what he's said wrong. It seems to be what breaks Lilia, and he starts laughing. Hard. It takes him several seconds of agonizing embarrassment on Sebek's part before he manages to calm himself enough to speak.

"No, Sebek..." Lilia smiles fondly, dabbing a tear from the corner of his eye. "It was about you. You're in love with them."

It washes over him like a rush of cold water.

"I'm WHAT!?" His volume skyrockets, making Malleus and Silver wince slightly.

It becomes a whole crisis for him. After all, he's spent his whole like knowing that he was better than humans, and that his mother was a fool for falling in love with his father when she could have had any fae she wanted with as strong as she was. And... now here he is, suddenly realizing he's harboring feelings for a human.

Initially he tries to force it out of his head. Not thinking about it at all was surely the most rational course of action. It would only really serve to frustrate him because he kept thinking about them. Thinking about how they would command his attention so easily-- about how they looked amazing when they would dress up and how it would command respect-- how they had those stupid, perfect, kissable lips and if he was any weaker a man he would be cursing Lilia for making him realize it. He hadn't thought about kissing them before, and now he can't seem to get the thought out of his mind.

His second approach is to let himself indulge in thoughts... and thoughts alone. It won't hurt anyone if he just thinks about them and his pride can remain intact. Or... well, it remains intact until he catches himself laying on his stomach and kicking his legs in the air like a schoolgirl while he imagines what it must be like to hold them in his arms. Embarrassing. Utterly devastating.

When there is nothing else he can think to do himself to avoid or ignore it... he decides to use his secret last resort.

"... Master Lilia, what should I do if I'm in love with them?" Sebek hangs his head as he says it through gritted teeth.

"You're still hung up on that?" Lilia asks haltingly, as if he hadn't been the person to bring it to Sebek's attention to begin with! "You shouldn't sound so unappreciative, Sebek. Love is a wonderful thing."

"Yes but--" Sebek sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face as Lilia watches him search for his words. It's rare to see him so flustered as this. "They're... they're a human."

"Yep. Sure as the sky is blue and that Malleus loves ice cream. And?"

"And??"

"What about it? Does that change how you feel?"

"... No... Should it?" Lilia tuts at him, crossing to where he's seated and resting a hand on either side of his chin and encouraging him to look up at him. Sebek doesn't want to, but complies anyway because he can't find it in himself to refuse Master Lilia, not when he's already being so gracious.

"Sebek. You need to let go of those antiquated ideas. Life is too short. For us and for humans." It's scolding, but it's gentle. Somehow, Sebek still feels like he wants to cry. "If you are in love with them, and it's not hurting anyone, then be in love with them. I think you should give it your all to chase what makes you happiest."

After Lilia's pep-talk, Sebek vows with renewed enthusiasm that he's going to change his approach. This time... he wants them. He wants to tackle the hurdles to see where this road with the human is leading. And it all starts with a declaration!

"Sebek... I... Please!" They are bright red, and they are hiding their face in their hands and the collar of their uniform the best they can. There are a few snickers from throughout the hall, and quite a crowd is starting to gather. Sebek doesn't pay it any mind, instead singing their praises as he recites the poem he made for them the night before.

"And you have eyes that could rival the king of Briar Valley himself!"

"God..." He's so loud, and they really, really don't have the heart to tell him that the poem is the single cringiest thing that they have ever heard in their lives. "Sebek!"

Ace and Deuce are standing behind them, barely containing their laughter. They hear Ace repeat a line to Deuce in a mocking tone under his break and the barely restrained snort that leaves Deuce. Traitors. Both of them.

"And you have lips that--"

"That's enough!" They yelp, and in a moment of panic, they shut him up the only way that they can think to-- by hauling up by the lapels of his uniform jacket and kissing him. Sebek is cut-off mid-sentence, but his eyes flutter closed. It's more gentle than they ever expected he could be, softly returning the kiss as he lifts his hands to rest on each of their elbows. They linger for several seconds, long enough that they're sure he's no longer going to keep reciting godawful poetry at them, and then they let him go. He looks dazed and giddy in equal measure as he opens his eyes again, a deeply pleased smile gracing his features. "Yes, I will go out with you. Please just... just stop doing all of that. It's kind of embarrassing with everyone here."

Sebek blinks at them a bit lost, and then looks around, only now seeming to notice the crowd that had formed around the two of them. He frowns deeply, shooting a sharp glare at those in his immediate gaze.

"Alright, that's enough, there's nothing to see here." He grouses, and ah there's the Sebek that everyone knows. Thankfully him being so forceful seems to encourage them to scatter. The only one who remains is Lilia, who is standing there, beaming like a proud father. He claps, delightedly.

"Wonderful show, Sebek."

God, what were they getting themself into?

[fabesy-arts]

lo and behold, aella drawing upon thee

[heartsfromia]

knight in shining armor — j. wonwoo

pairing: non-idol! wonwoo x f!reader

word count: 7,350

genre: fluff, angst, mild crack, college setting

warnings: cheating (not wonwoo tho our boy is sweet, it's reader's shitty ex), curse words, implicit violence (black eyes, cuts on lips mentioned)

author's notes: y'all pray that one day i have the energy to proofread my works ;_____; BRO I STG I WORKED ON THIS FOR OVER THREE MONTHS AND IDK HOW IT GOT SOOO LONG T___________T

“Hey, I’m planning on finishing my paper for International Law in Holly’s, come with me?”

With your hands intertwined with your boyfriend, Hanwoo, the two of you walked towards the parking lot by your university, just having finished a class together. You were hoping to spend some time together since Hanwoo had been preoccupied with the major association he’s a member in, as the collegial organization is holding its elections in the next week and he had been approached to help out as a committee member. Since the two of you have the same classes together, and the paper was due next Monday (it being a Thursday now), you thought you could get, at least the introduction down, while having some quality time in the 24 hour café with your boyfriend of six months.

“We’ll be there all night and you can distract me from my paper and I will do the same to you, and then we can down a ton of caffeine before passing out on the bean bags they have,” you tried to convince him, leaning into his side as you two approached his car. “And then we can go home and talk about how we should’ve finished our paper, plan another night in Holly’s and do it all over again!”

“Although that does sound tempting,” Hanwoo began, releasing your hand to reach for the car keys and unlocked the doors. He leaned down to be eye-level with you, as his hand reached for the door handle of the passenger seat, he uttered, “But, I have a meeting later tonight.” Pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, he pulled your door open and stepped aside enter the car. A pout found its way to your lips, pulling your favorite move to get what you want, but he wasn’t budging and only nodded his head for you to climb in.

“What meeting?” You asked once he climbed into the driver’s seat, pulling the car out of the parking lot and on your way to your house to drop you off.

“The election, since Monday evening will be the debate between president and vice president candidates, so we need to discuss the topics of the debate, all the technical stuff tonight,” he explained, “we’re planning on pushing a lot we need done between today and tomorrow, so we can have the weekends free and do finishing touches on Monday.”

“Ahh, being Event Organizer really isn’t easy… so you’ll be busy today, and tomorrow?” He only nodded, briefly sending a small smile her direction. “Alright, then, I’ll just see if Wonwoo is free tonight.”

Hanwoo threw his head back, asking, “Isn’t Wonwoo a Computer Science major?”

“Yeah, but he’s really good at research so I think he can help.” Hanwoo didn’t bother asking more, turning the music up to let it fill the silence as you arrived by the driveway of your house. “Good luck on your paper, yeah? Don’t drink too much coffee.”

“No promises,” you responded before kissing his cheek and climbing out his car. You waved him off, watching as the car disappeared in the distance before turning to head inside and up to your room just left of the entryway. Tossing your bag on your chair, you flopped on to your bed, too mentally exhausted from the three lectures today to even change your clothes, feeling sleep begin to fog your head. You were on the edge of dreamland when you heard a clink, then a few seconds later another one, and then another one, and it seemed to be never ending before you pulled yourself out of your drowsiness and headed to your window—which just so happened to be adjacent to your next door neighbor, Wonwoo’s window.

“You seriously need to reconsider throwing rocks at my window before you shatter it, Wonwoo.” Your neighbor only chuckled, so you took this as an opportunity. “Hey, can you come with to Holly’s? I’m planning to stay overnight there.”

“What for?”

“I’m holding an executive meeting for us to discuss a ten-step plan to overthrow our government,” you grinned, and he pondered, tapping his chin lightly before shaking his head.

“I can’t overthrow the government yet, I have a quiz tomorrow.”

You rolled your eyes, a soft laugh escaping your lips. You could always count Wonwoo to go along with your poor attempts at sarcasm. “I have a paper to work on and I don’t want to be alone.”

“Where’s your boyfriend? What’s his name? Yohan?”

“So close! It’s Hanwoo,” you retorted with a deadpan as you reminded him of your boyfriend’s name. Wonwoo hasn’t been discreet in his distaste towards your boyfriend—it’s been six months since he asked you out, and it’s been six months of Wonwoo never remembering his name. “He has a meeting today since the upcoming election debate for my major’s organization.”

“Is he running or…?” Wonwoo asked, despite his lack of interest with the topic.

“No, he’s the EO, and will be occupied for the next couple of days.”

“Aah, so I’m a back-up to you? Got it.” You knew he was being sarcastic, it was a running joke between the two of you since splitting when choosing college majors—you had done the same when he asked you to accompany him to watch a movie he really wanted to see, only to find out he came to you because friends from his major were busy.

“Do you want to come with me or not?” You asked again, “you don’t need to if you don’t want to.”

“What time?” Wonwoo asked, not hesitating. “Eomma is making dinner tonight, and asked me to ask you to join in case your parents are working late.”

You turn briefly, listening in to your parent’s room across from yours and can hear the muffle conversation behind the walls. “I think they’re home, but knowing my dad, he won’t be cooking so I think all three of us can head over to your place for dinner?”

“Sure, I’ll tell Eomma,” Wonwoo informed, “so after dinner then, we can go? Did you ask your parents for permission to spend the night working on the assignment.”

Dread immediately washed over you, colour draining from your face and to your feet as you remembered you haven’t asked permission from your parents, especially your dad who isn’t fond of you working long hours for an assignment you could’ve finished from when it was assigned. Force habit, dad, it’s not my fault you raised a chronic procrastinator, you couldn’t help but think. An innocent chuckle left your lips as you pulled your signature puppy-dog eyes to Wonwoo, who—without you having to utter a single word—understood what you were doing.

He heaved a heavy sigh, closing his eyes as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fine, I’ll ask them.”

“You are the best! Did you know that you’re the best person I’ve ever met? You’re absolutely awesome, smart and so, so, so kind, Wonwoo!” You blew a kiss in his direction, like how you watched Sunjae in Lovely Runner do so. “Love you!”

He waved your exaggerated gestures off, ignoring the heat forming in his cheeks and spreading to his ears, as he turned away, yelling back at you, “Yeah, yeah, just hurry up, I want to get this over with.”

“When do you think International Humanitarian Law is applicable?” You turned to Wonwoo after reading (re: skimming) a journal regarding the topic for your paper. Despite having only been studying the material for about twenty minutes, you could feel yourself losing it by the second. You didn’t hate International Law, but you always thought that the professor assigned too much reading, and is so strict about the entire paper itself—specifically using APA style, it has to only be footnotes (no in-line citations, despite that being the easiest in your opinion and you always preferred Chicago over any other reference style).

Oh, and the International Law professor is biased and lowkey a bitch.

So, being reluctant to work on an assignment given by your major’s most disliked professor wasn’t a priority even with the deadline closing in.

“During world conflicts?” You and Wonwoo stared at each other briefly, before you nodded, “That is true.” Wonwoo stifled a laugh. Seeing you look so drained and empty every single time you worked on an assignment, never failed to make him laugh. He enjoyed accompanying you, and despite the different majors and study programs you both have, he always tried to make sure he is more help than company. Even though you never really wanted to help you work on the assignment, knowing he has his own to deal with as a Computer Science major, but he’s well aware of your habits that even if the due date is Monday and you are working on it right now, you won’t completely finish it until Sunday, if not with Wonwoo’s aid.

“What’s the paper about?”

“The application of International Humanitarian Law in a specific study case,” you responded, tone flat. The more you talked about it, the more your soul was being sucked into the void. “I chose the Femicides in El Salvador.”

“Alright.” Was all Wonwoo said before he opened Google Scholar and began his own little research.

“Wonwoo, you don’t have to—”

“Y/N?” Cut off mid-sentence, you and Wonwoo turned to find Joy approaching your table, her hair tied and a lanyard around her neck, she must’ve just gotten back from campus.

“Joy? Hi, what are you doing here?” You smiled, internally sighing in relief because you had a reason to not look at the journal you were reading of femicide reports in the past decade.

“I just came back from an internal meeting with the EO’s for the upcoming debate,” Joy responded, noticing Wonwoo and waving at him. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m working on Michelle’s paper,” you answered, exaggerating the slouch in your shoulders and pout in your lips. You then realized, sitting up straight, head cocked to the side with your brows furrowed. “Wait, you’re an EO for the debate?”

Joy pulled a chair to sit across from you, resting her arms on the table and nodded.

“So you were with Hanwoo?”

It was her turn to furrow her brows. “Your boyfriend?” You nodded, and she shook her head. “No I wasn’t.”

“What? But he told me he was having a meeting with the EO’s for the debate, maybe you didn’t see them?”

The crease between your friend’s brow only deepened. “Y/N, the EO’s are only four people, not including the PIC—I’ve also met them all, and Hanwoo isn’t a part of us.”

“That’s weird,” you muttered. Did your boyfriend lie?

“Maybe he got his position switched? Maybe he’s not an EO? You could try asking tomorrow,” Joy tried to reason, and you only nodded. Hanwoo had been telling you that he was an EO for the past couple of weeks, ever since the announcement of election was released for the major association. He explained to you in great detail what the position would entail, and well, frankly speaking, you trusted him. It tugged at your chest at the possibility he might’ve lied to you.

And Wonwoo can see it. The deep glare in your eyes as you stared at the article you were reading, but you weren’t actually reading the reports from representatives of the El Salvadoran government, instead you were reading into the situation with your boyfriend. Gears were turning in your head, making connections, coming up with excuses as to why he had chosen to lie to you about something as trifling as his position in a collegial committee. He could tell that no matter how many paragraphs you read, how many relative research articles you pulled up from the internet, nothing will allow you to progress in your paper until the nagging feeling of your fibbing boyfriend is at ease.

“Y/N, do you want to head back home, call it a night?” Wonwoo asked, before quickly raising his phone, “My brother just sent me a text, that he needs the car early tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, yeah sure, let me just pay—”

“You pack up, I’ll pay for our food.”

You knew that he knew. Your lips pressed into a tight smile, “Thanks, Won.” He nodded, returning your smile before heading to the counter.

“Should we continue tomorrow night, then?” Joy asked. You nodded. “Sure,” then added, “depends though.”

On whether or not your boyfriend is lying.

“Wonwoo, do you have notes from Beom’s class? Last weeks’?” Seungcheol sat across from Wonwoo in the cafeteria, picking up a fry from Wonwoo’s plate and tossing it into his mouth. Wonwoo merely stared at his friend, unamused by his lack of manners, causing Seungcheol to chuckle.

“You know I do, Cheol, but why should I give it to you?” Wonwoo asked, his baritone voice holding a twinge of sarcasm, still upset by Seungcheol’s unwarranted act of property theft.

“Who says I want them?” Seungcheol turns away, flustered that Wonwoo caught on too quickly to his motive.

Wonwoo shrugs, and continues eating his lunch. “Alright then.”

“Can you email them to me?” An innocent, close-lipped smile etched across Seungcheol’s face, his dimple deepening as he clasped his hands together, pulling the same trick as Y/N usually does to get what they want.

“Stop that, I already get enough of puppy-eyes from Y/N,” grunted Wonwoo, rolling his eyes. “I’ll send them tonight, just send me a reminder.”

“Great, thanks, man.” Wonwoo expected him to leave, allowing for Wonwoo to spend the rest of his lunch alone before he heads to his next class, but Seungcheol stayed put, eyes on his phone. Not feeling like making any conversation, Wonwoo shrugged it off and continued eating. That is, until Seungcheol spoke up again, asking, “Hey, doesn’t Y/N have a boyfriend?”

Wonwoo couldn’t help the heat that rose at the back of his neck. “Yeah, why?”

“Isn’t it that Hanwoo guy?” Wonwoo nodded, but Seungcheol only looked even more perplexed. “They’re still going out?”

“Yeah…” Wonwoo confirmed, but the question only made his curiosity grow. Why did Seungcheol look so surprised? “Why?”

“It’s just… I mean, if you say they’re still together then it might not be- I must’ve made a mistake,” Seungcheol tried to change the subject but Wonwoo wasn’t going to let him do so.

“Tell me what you’re talking about or you won’t get Beom’s notes,” Wonwoo threatened, earning a look of genuine offense from Seungcheol, whom briefly rose a brow, a bit unconvinced. “I’m serious, Cheol.”

“Ass,” he muttered, before shaking his head, “Nah, it’s just… last night I saw a guy pick up my neighbor from across the courtyard, and I thought he looked a lot like Hanwoo.” Wonwoo’s eyebrow rose in suspicion, Seungcheol spotting it. “But if you say they’re still going out, then it must’ve been someone else.”

“What do you mean?”

“Any guy would be stupid to cheat on Y/N, especially since she’s your best friend and all.”

That only made him more confused. “Why would you say that?”

“It’s not like you’d let anyone hurt her, Won,” Seungcheol retorted, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world (it was), “and Hanwoo would be a huge dumbass if he even thought of cheating on her.”

Even though Seungcheol was right, Wonwoo wasn’t convinced—Hanwoo had a meeting last night when they were at Holly’s but Joy confirmed that he wasn’t even a part of the EO committee.

“Are you sure it wasn’t him?” He tried to make sure.

“I mean, it was dark and I wasn’t wearing my glasses so it was a bit blurry—all-in-all I would say 50%, either he was or he wasn’t,” Seungcheol explained, being no help to Wonwoo’s growing suspicion of your boyfriend.

“I’ve gotta go,” Wonwoo uttered, standing and packing his things, tossing his backpack over his shoulder.

“Where are you go- class is that way!” Wonwoo paid no mind to his friend as he continued walking towards the parking lot. However, he could hear Seungcheol as he was almost out of earshot, “Y/N, your knight in shining armor is on his way.”

The corner of Wonwoo’s lips quirked up. “I’m not sending the notes then!”

“Oh, come on, man!”

He couldn’t wait any longer. Suspicions and of course, anger, only grew the more steps he took towards his car, knowing the destination was you. If what Seungcheol said is true and he did, in fact, see Hanwoo with another girl, then that means he’s openly seeing someone else behind your back.

His hand reached for his phone, sparing quick glances between the screen and where he was walking as his fingers swiped for your contact, immediately dialing. Pressing the phone to his ear, he let his other hand pull out his car keys and unlock the door just as the line started ringing.

You picked up after two rings.

“Wonwoo? What’s with the sudden phone call?”

“Where are you?” He waited in the front seat, keys dangling from the ignition. Your answer would decide whether he starts the car or not.

“In the cafeteria near the engineering majors, why?”

“Are you with Hanwoo?” You were taken aback by his question, not because of what he asked, but by the fact that he got your boyfriend’s name right.

“Yeah, I am… Why?”

His shoulders sunk with your confirmation. “Just… just checking, sorry to bother you guys.” You muttered something that he didn’t catch before he hung up, exhaling a heavy sigh. Maybe it was paranoia. He had known you since you both were in middle school, of course he was protective over you, like every friend out there, he never wants you to get hurt.

Little did he know that as you put down your phone, a grimace had taken over your features as you looked at Joy.

“What did Wonwoo ask?”

You wanted to tell her the truth, but even you couldn’t wrap your head around the obvious that was happening. Wonwoo thinks you’re with Hanwoo, but you’re not and Joy’s tip about your boyfriend never having been involved in the election committee—you knew, and if your best friend had asked and even remembered Hanwoo’s name, then that must mean he knows, too.

“If I was with you,” you answered before her suspicion grew. “He wanted to check if I was up for lunch with him, but I’m with you already.”

“Ah… I think it’s good that he isn’t here,” Joy prefaced, pulling her phone out. “Do you remember I use to be a student supervisor for our major’s freshman camp?”

“Yeah, why?”

“So, I follow most of the kids that were in my group, right? And I was scrolling through my Instagram stories when you were buying lunch, and then—“ Joy scrolled through the following list of her account, stopping her explanation as she found who she was looking for. “—I think it’s better if you see for yourself.”

She slid her phone face-up to you, an Instagram story of a junior you didn’t know of was opened. The picture wasn’t revealing much of anything that seemed of significance to you, just a photo of her holding hands with a guy and it was posted in her Close Friends—most likely an attempt at soft-launching her boyfriend.

For a moment you were confused, then you spotted it—the username. It was Hanwoo's Instagram account. Dread grew at the back of your head as your brain couldn't grasp on to this fact, even exiting out of the story and searching for his username, hoping it was one letter off and your suspicions would be wrong, but unfortunately, that wasn’t the case and both the username in the girl’s post and his username were the same.

“I’m sorry, Y/N…” Joy uttered, in hopes to break the silence and tension that was building, but it was to no avail. Your throat tightened, and tears burned in your eyes, but you knew they weren’t from sadness, or heartbreak even, you were furious.

The audacity this piece of shit has to think he can cheat on me? You locked Joy’s phone, sliding it back to her before picking up your things and standing from the table.

“Where are you going?” Her eyes were filled with genuine concern, worried that you were a ticking time bomb, just waiting to blow up at the worse time.

You sent her a reassuring smile, and shrugged. “Where else? To plan my revenge on him, of course.”

Wonwoo thought he was hearing things. As he paused his game, he waited and listened for a moment before shrugging, chalking it off to probably a feature in the game he never noticed.

Clink!

That couldn’t have been a feature in the game, he was breaking wood—a clinking sound against glass doesn’t seem like something you’d hear while hitting a tree repeatedly in Minecraft.

He removed his earphones this time, waiting for the sound again, and when he did, he stood and walked to his window, finding you standing outside his window.

“Finally, oh my God!” you groaned, rolling your eyes. “Do you know how many pebbles I had to look for to throw at your window?”

Wonwoo’s eyebrows bunched together as he stared at you dumbfounded. “Why did you need to throw pebbles, we’re ground level. You could’ve just knocked.”

“That wouldn’t be so romantic, now would it?”

Wonwoo rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he heaved a heavy sigh. “You’ve got to stop sneaking around like this, though, people are going to think you’re a burglar.”

“Whatever, Won,” you waved him off. “I need your help.”

“With what?”

“I—“ You paused. The fact that Hanwoo is actively cheating on you, probably even at this very moment, felt almost surreal to you, but ever since Joy showed you the picture, you’ve (to some extent) came to terms with it—there were signs after all, signs you chose to ignore or were so subtle, they flew over your head. However, coming to the realization that you’ve been cheated on felt easier than to utter it out loud—it felt more like a confirmation, that once the words were spoken out into the universe, it confirmed you were too blind in love to see the fact that he played you like a violin.

And it felt worse to admit to Wonwoo that his suspicions of your boyfr— ex-boyfriend being a douchebag were right.

“I need your help to trash Hanwoo’s car tonight, he’s at a friend’s house and left his car by his apartment.” Might as well hold off telling the truth until after you’ve released your anger.

Wonwoo could see you were holding something back, and by your proposition, making a guess as to why you did so, was easy.

“I’m not going to ask, but I will need you to explain later.” You subconsciously thanked him for not asking for a reason to your borderline act of vandalism. “Come around to the garage, I think I have a baseball bat from when I played little league.”

Ignoring the last bit of Wonwoo’s childhood anecdote, you watched as he left his room before taking the route to circle towards the front of his house where the garage was. You heard a lock turn and a bar slide before door opened, revealing Wonwoo, nodding his head to follow him.

“Do you, like, a Swiss Army knife or something sharp?”

“I think my dad has one his tool box, let me check,” he says, then points to shelf behind the car. “You can check there for the baseball bat.”

“Alright.”

Once the equipments were prepared—consisting of Wonwoo’s baseball ball, his dad’s Swiss Army knife, and your dad’s spray paint from one of his furniture restoration projects—you were all set to get back at Hanwoo. You both tossed them into the back of his car, climbing in and Wonwoo started up for Hanwoo’s apartment.

“And how do you know he left his car?” Wonwoo asked after three minutes of complete silence (AUX cord was broken and nothing that could fit a drive to vandalize your ex’s car was on the radio).

“Because I texted him earlier, asking if he could drive me to the store because there was a book I needed to get, and he explained to me that he was at a friend’s house and left his car,” you explained, your tone flat throughout as you mindlessly played with the zipper of your hoodie.

“And you’re sure he’s with friends?” He asked, his tone cautious, as he watched you freeze briefly.

You weren’t sure. Instead of admitting that, you chuckled, “He wouldn’t be with his girlfriend without a car.”

Despite your efforts at breaking the ice, Wonwoo wasn’t able to laugh at your joke, and only you could muster a dry chuckle before leaning back, turning to face the window.

You seemed to float throughout—as if watching yourself in a third person point of view, almost numb to the fact that you were on your way to ruin your ex’s car. It wasn’t that you were in denial that he is cheating on you, you refused to believe it was happening to you. You always felt that you were doing so much, showing him so much love, prioritizing him when he needed, never doubting that you felt the same way for you.

What did I do wrong? What about me wasn’t enough?

You hated those thoughts that began flooding your head. You hated those doubts. You hated that because of what he did, you’re blaming yourself—making it seem that you were the one that wasn’t doing enough.

“Y/N?” Wonwoo’s baritone voice pulled you out of your self-loathing. “We’re here.”

“Oh, you remembered the way,” you finally took note of him never asking you directions throughout the drive.

“Unfortunately.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his snide comment. Looking out to his side of the window, you see Hanwoo’s white range rover. You knew he cherished it—making sure to get the oil changed routinely, weekly car washes and having it waxed monthly. In retrospect, he probably loved the car more than he did you.

Maybe destroying he loved could make you feel less shitty.

“Let’s go—“ Before you could climb out, Wonwoo grabbed your wrist, stopping you.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Y/N?”

Again, the truth choked you. As you stared at Wonwoo, the concern laced all over his features, it felt the question should’ve triggered a flood gate to open, but alas, you persist. I need to not use poor humor as a coping mechanism. You cocked your head to the side, the corner of your lips lifted. “Why? I honestly thought you’d be the most excited of us to trash his car, Won?”

Of course, being your best friend since middle school, he saw right through your façade.

His hand moved from your wrist to clasp your hands, wrapping his fingers around yours. “Just promise you’ll talk to me, yeah?”

The bile rose, once again, urging you to cough out the truth. Knowing well enough you wouldn’t be able to utter anything without your words breaking, you nodded and sent a stiff smile.

As you stood near Hanwoo’s car, looking through the window of his vehicle, memories of the two of you seated side-by-side there came flooding in. How when you would go to a drive-thru for late night snack runs, the way you reached over the console with a fry and feeding it to him as his eyes focused on the road. When you’d pull over into a parking lot, your legs stretched over to rest over his lap as the two of you talked about everything and nothing at all, or when he would purposely make wrong turns just so you would spend more time with each other when he was supposed to drop you home.

Moments that you held so close to your heart, now worth nothing in a blink of an eye.

You squeezed your eyes shut, urging the tears to fall back and return to their sockets, inhaling a deep breath and pushing it out almost immediately as you flipped the knife to one of its sharpest options and pressing the point to the driver’s door. There’s no backing out now. You let the knife drag itself across the paint, a ragged line following your hand as you made your lap around his car.

Now, there really wasn’t going back now.

Before you could hold yourself back, your arm extended back and punctured one of the tyres—then one became two, and then three. Air spewing out of three of the tyres filled the tension around you, and you found yourself breathless. Breathless because you were angry. Breathless because you were hurt. The tears had escaped, creating warm trails down your cheeks.

“Give me the bat,” you urged, glaring at him with bloodshot eyes and wet cheeks.

“Y/N—“

“Wonwoo,” you pressed, “it’s either you give me the bat, or you go home—I’m going to do this whether you agree with it or not.”

Wonwoo shouldn’t even be against what you’re doing right now. He’s obviously on your side when it comes to this, Hanwoo deserves getting his car destroyed for hurting, manipulating and thinking he could go behind your back this way. However, the more logical and law-abiding side of him is reluctant—especially since you’ve already slashed his tyres and ruined the paintwork, so breaking the windows seemed to cross the line.

“If we get arrested, just tell them I did it, alright?” Wonwoo uttered, handing you the bat and taking the knife with him. You smiled for the first time tonight, a genuine smile that reached your eyes as he said that. He then added, “I’ll get the spray paint—you do your thing.”

And after a bashed in windshield, a very poorly written “FUCKING CHEATER” was spray painted on all sides of the car and on the hood. You and Wonwoo drove away from the scene of the crime, driving to a nearest convenient store where Wonwoo hopped out, buying instant ramen, drinks and snacks, deciding to make a last-minute picnic in his car because in his words: “Vandalism works up an appetite.”

“They didn’t have the carbonara one, so I got you cheese.” Wonwoo returned in less than ten minutes, the noodles already boiled, only needing the seasonings. You smiled at him, mumbling a thanks as you took the cup noodles from him, tearing the seasoning and busying yourself with stirring, and continuously stirring, your eyes dazed off at the curly noodles as they spun in a faint orange mix.

“Y/N, I’m sure your noodles are well stirred,” Wonwoo commented, hoping to divert your attention. The leather beneath him squeaked as he adjusted his position, leaning his back against the door as he folded his knee under him, fully facing you at this point.

He called, “Hey.”

You lifted your head to meet his eyes, and immediately, Wonwoo straightened up, his jaws clenched and shoulders tensed. Tear stricken cheeks, bloodshot eyes and everso present frown evident in between your eyebrows and downturned lips.

“Y/N…” Wonwoo took the noodles from your hands, placing it on the dashboard and pulling you by the wrists, engulfing you into his arms, then there goes the floodgates—the emotions you locked away throughout the evening, released in that very second your face was against his shoulder.

While you were bawling, grieving the relationship that reigned to be good to be true, Wonwoo was hatching up his own revenge plan on the piece of shit.

The incessant ringing of your phone pulled you out of your slumber, and you knew for a fact it wasn’t your alarm, because one; you snoozed that ten times already, and two; it wasn’t your usual Radar tone.

Sliding the screen with one eye open, you placed it by your ear without seeing who it was.

“Hello—“

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY CAR, Y/N?!”

Well that was one way of waking you up. You sat up, slowly, taking your time with adjusting your position while Hanwoo was screaming on the other line. Once you were sitting up, you glanced at the screen—the name you had changed last night once you got back home displayed as ‘IGNORE’, in hopes that you would do so when he called you. But then again, you thought he’d call you when you were conscious.

“—Y/N FUCKING ANSWER ME!” Rolling your eyes, you heaved a sigh before placing the phone back by your ear.

“And to what do I owe—“

“You were you even fucking listening to me?“ Hanwoo snapped.

“No.” Your answer was simple, honest, and obviously uninterested with whatever he wanted to say. Was the modification that you made to his beloved vehicle not enough of an announcement that you knew what he was up to all this time?

“I was asking what the hell did you to my car?”

“Can’t you tell?” you teased, “I gave it a makeover.”

“You ruined my paint job and popped my tyres, what kind of makeover is this?”

“The kind that fits a cheater like you.” Silence. Complete silence came from the other side and if you listened closely, you could hear the static along with his ragged breathing knowing well enough he was caught. “Cat got your tongue, dude?”

“Y/N…”

“Save the sob story, we’re not dating, I don’t see why you’re fucking calling me other than to cry about your stupid car—“

“How about the fact that your fucker of a dog punched me?” He interjected.

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I mean, Y/N,” he scoffed, “it wasn’t enough to ruin my car, you had to send your dog to ruin my face too.”

It took you a second to realize he was talking about Wonwoo, which means that Wonwoo had punched his face.

Wonwoo punching someone in the face? That wasn’t something you had heard before, nor expected. The image itself was enough to cause you to burst out laughing, your phone falling from your hands, leaving Hanwoo confused and annoyed.

The idea that Wonwoo would go as far as to punch someone was such an unrealistic accusation Hanwoo had made, but nonetheless, had successfully made you laugh after a long night of crying yourself to sleep.

“Are you done?” Hanwoo asked once you placed the phone back to your ear after your laughing fit.

“Wasn’t enough for you to lie about your relationship all this time, now you want to lie and accuse Wonwoo of something he’d never do,” you defended, scoffing at his poor attempt.

“I’m not lying about this, Y/N!”

“So, you admit that you were lying about our relationship?” This time you interjected, wanting to hear him confirm it. It was mostly due to that nagging voice at the back of your head that still doubted what Joy had shown you, that the picture was friendly and not romantic.

It was so pathetic how even after everything, there was a sliver in you that hoped he would deny it.

“Y/N- let me explain—“ In other words: ‘I was, but you haven’t heard my reason’.

“Fuck off, Hanwoo, don’t ever call me again,” you warned, “and if I hear you spread bullshit about Wonwoo like you did just now, it’ll be more than just your car that I ruin. Bye.”

He managed to slip something before you got the chance to hang up. “What about my fucking eye, Y/N?”

“Why don’t you ask Gia to help you with that?” Grateful to have the last word, you hung up immediately, tossing your phone to the side. The phone call wasn’t closure, but it was enough to put those indenial thoughts to rest.

Wonwoo punched him? The thought wouldn’t leave your head as you got ready for the day. Trying to imagine Wonwoo walking up to Hanwoo and giving him a black eye wasn’t something you could see him doing. Besides that, when did Wonwoo get the time to punch Hanwoo if he did? He ended up driving you home around three in the morning, and it was past six now, meaning he had a three hour window.

Unless…

No, that would mean after dropping you off, he had stormed straight to wherever Hanwoo was just to punch him.

You had to make sure, even if it was hard to believe, you had to make sure Wonwoo was okay. As long as you’ve been friends, you’ve never seen him get into any physical altercations with anyone, and if it did happen, it might be possible that Hanwoo wouldn’t have let him walk away unscathed.

Your legs carried you to his house, to his front door and after greeting his parents, to his bedroom door. You knocked, listening in to hear rummaging noises, as if he was panicking.

“Wait, Eomma, I just finished showering—“ He called out from the other side, which you found odd because you knew him, he wouldn’t even be awake at this hour.

“Wonwoo, it’s me.”

The noise on the other side of the door paused for a moment, before Wonwoo called out. “Y/N?”

“Yes, can you open the door?” You asked, waiting for it to swing open but it didn’t.

“No, I’m- uh, I’m watching something, you don’t need to see it,” Wonwoo tried to think of an excuse but cursed at himself because why the hell did that come out instead? You, on the other hand, found his obvious panic hilarious, his excuse eliciting a chuckle.

“I know you met with Hanwoo,” you informed him, making sure to keep your voice down so his parents wouldn’t hear. “So, can you please open the door and let me check the damage?”

You waited a few minutes, hearing him toss a few things away, the noise causing your brows to furrow. The lock turned and the door swung enough for you to squeeze yourself in, knowing well enough that Wonwoo wasn’t about to reveal himself in fear his parents would see (they wouldn’t have, they were on the other side of the house, he was just paranoid). Once you were in, he pushed the door closed, his back against it and you could see what damage Hanwoo had done to your next door neighbour.

It wasn’t bad, admittedly you thought it’d be worse considering his lack of experience.

It was a scratch and bruising surrounding his left cheek, that was most caused by a ring Hanwoo was wearing, but other than that, and a tear in his lip, that was all he took.

“I honestly thought you’d look worse,” you thought out loud, Wonwoo’s brows furrowing at the comment.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You shook your head, lightly laughing. “Nothing, do you have anything I can use to clean that?”

“Uh… I do, actually.” He dips to look on his bedside table. “Stopped by a drugstore after because I saw the blood.”

“And when did you get the time to pull it all off?”

“Well, after I dropped you off, I asked Seungcheol since he knows—“ Wonwoo stopped, realizing that this information wasn’t ever supposed to reach you. “Uhm… How did you know I was hurt?”

“Because a psychopath told me,” you informed, and his eyes darkened for a moment, rolling in annoyance.

“I told him to never bother you again,” he groaned, before his gaze softened as he turned to you. “Did he hurt you? Are you okay?”

“He just called my phone, I’m alright,” you reassured him. Taking a step towards him, your fingers gently touched the wound on his cheek, inspecting it. You could see that he didn’t tend to it once it started bleeding, evidence of dried blood surrounding the wound and there wasn’t any antiseptic used either to ensure an infection didn’t happen.

While you were playing nurse, Wonwoo became very aware of the lack of space between your face and his, and he had to hold his breath. It only worsened when your eyes darted to his, the two of you holding eye contact for what he thought was an eternity.

“Let me clean it up for you, Won,” you uttered, breaking the silence and eventually the tension as you turned to walk into his ensuite bathroom. He followed after trying to calm his heartbeat, finding you on top of his sink, soaking a cotton pad with antiseptic and tearing a bandaid from its package.

“Come here,” you urged. Wonwoo stood between your thighs, not wanting to meet your eyes, but you didn’t mind—almost finding him being flustered cute.

“Ow,” he winced when the antiseptic touched the wound after you had wiped it clean of the dried blood.

“It’s a small sting, stop being a baby,” you teased, earning a glare from him. “How come you only came out with this?”

“Got me at the last minute,” he answered.

“And how was he?” Your question was responded with an eyebrow raise instead, causing you to roll your eyes. “I don’t care about him, Won, I just want to know if it was worth it—if you, at least, are satisfied with this decision.”

The corner of his lips turned up, a smug look etched across his face as he answered, “It was. I hurt him enough to send the message and keep it with him for the next couple of weeks.”

“I never knew you could fight,” you said honestly.

“There’s a lot you still don’t know about me, Y/N,” he mumbled, but because of your close proximity, you heard it loud and clear. Before you ask further, he spoke up, “Have you had breakfast yet?”

“No, not yet.”

“After this we can have breakfast, I think my mom made doenjang jjigae,” he informed. You smiled, nodding, “Sure.” You finished tending to his wound by plastering on the Kuromi bandaid, teasing him about it, to which he used the ‘there wasn’t anything else’ excuse.

He grabbed your elbow as you hopped off his sink, the action caused you to stumble out of balance instead of helping, made you bump closer to him, his free arm automatically holding your waist.

Cue the eye contact and pink-tinted cheeks, the move could’ve made you laugh as if it was straight out of a cheesy rom-com, but you were too occupied with trying to think that you couldn’t do so. I’m heartbroken, I’m vulnerable and haven’t been feeling loved for the past week, this is just a fluke, you tried to rationalize the thoughts and your racing heart, knowing well what could work to get out of this.

You tapped his chest, gently pushing him. “Go shower, Wonwoo, you reek.”

“Shut up, I do not,” he protested, laughing to cover his shaky voice. He then added, “Thanks, Y/N, although you didn’t have to do all this.”

“And let you get an affection?” You retorted.

Wonwoo rolled his eyes, and without thinking he uttered, “A kiss would’ve sufficed.” It was too late for him to take back his words, noting your wide eyes and mouth slightly agape, his cheeks flushed when he realized what he had said. “Y/N, I wasn’t thinking—“

You pressed a kiss against cheek, beneath his bandage, shutting him completely. “Take it as a thank you for all you’ve done for me.”

It took him a second to compose himself, grinning, “I am your knight in shining armor, after all.”

You threw your head back in laughter. “Are you riding a horse, my knight?”

“Yes, a pink horse,” he answered, smiling endearingly down at you.

You frowned at his choice of color, “But you hate pink?”

“And you love pink.”

“Gosh, Wonwoo,” you flushed red, taking a step away from him, finding his comment both cringey and touching at the same time—it was shocking you could feel those two simultaneously. “When did you get so cheesy?”

He merely shrugged, a faint smirk on his lips. “I told you there was a lot you don’t know about me.”

[aftgficrec]

My Personal Favorite Fics EVER!! All Neil/Andrew

I hope I am doing this right! I just hit the share button on my bookmarked fics. Idk if any of these have been on here before (I have read a lot of fics and it gets confusing to know which ones I found on here bc there are so many good recommendations, or ones I found on my own. But these are 3 of my favorite fics that I feel like are the most well done!

• Everything's Alright by DarkD: This fic is unfinished but so worth the read!! It is a soulmates au, and in it Neil and Andrew are looking out for eachother since they are 6 and 7 years old. It completely changes their dynamic but manages to keep the characters realistic. I love the direction it was going, I hope the author finishes it, but even if they don’t what they have written so far is worth the read.

• If I Knew You by AceSirenSinger: This fic is soooo amazing!! It was posed pretty recently (starting January 2024 and finishing in May) and It shows a different direction with Aaron and Andrew’s bonding, and different reasons for them having problems with each other. It features writer/author Andrew and Law Student turned police officer Aaron. The writing is so high quality and it is a completely finished fic!! The writing to show the writing of the book Andrew has written alone is impressive enough to get you to read it. I love it so much, it also gives a more realistic approach to Neil’s life and trauma as well as gives you more of a perspective on the problems of Aaron’s life. (Even tho it’s an au and doesn’t show his life during AFTG)

• Deep blue ( but you painted me golden ) by Jeaneil_22: This fic is not finished but completely captivated my attention when I saw it. I was surprised I had not read it before (because I am obsessed with Raven Neil fics, and this is one of them) but then I realized it was posted within the last year or so. It’s completely underrated. It does have a lot of hits but the kudos count not being in the thousands is a crime against humanity. The realistic take on. Neil’s trauma and different things going on as he is still connected very heavily to the Moriyama’s is sooo interesting. And if you are looking for a fic where Neil is a victim of SA/Rape this fic is also a good one for you. (Though it does have a lot of trauma so mind the tags) I know a lot of people are looking for fics like that tho and it’s hard to find bc there is so much SA trauma in AFTG 😔

Thanks for the recs and for sharing your thoughts on the fics! Readers, all of these stories lean toward the darkest themes of AFTG. -A

Everything's Alright by DarkD [Rated E, 182901 Words, Incomplete, Updated June 2023]

Previously recced here

Souls weren't meant to be left alone, so they split, always looking for their other half. No matter how long it took, the moment a soul existed, it sought the one that would complete it. The main indication is, when one of the halves of the soul turns seven years old, an identical mark appears on both parts. Along with that comes a set of unique abilities that soulmates can only use with each other—for protection, for finding each other. Soulmates would never be alone.

tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: child abuse, tw: torture, tw: blood, tw: gun violence, tw: homophobia, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced csa, tw: murder, tw: canonical character death

If I Knew You by AceSirenSinger [Rated T, 43145 Words, Complete, 2024]

Previously featured in this long andreil + aaron angst ask, our staff recs writers post, and as a random rec

Neil is imprisoned at sixteen years old for being the Butcher of Baltimore. Andrew obsesses, and Aaron obsesses because Andrew does, and everything goes wrong and raw and painful. Feat. the twinyards breaking each other’s hearts, and a decent amount of shade on the American justice system.

tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: recreational drug use, tw: implied/referenced violence, tw: implied/referenced torture

​​Deep blue ( but you painted me golden ) by Jeaneil_22 [Rated M, 163298 Words, Incomplete, Updated Sept 2024]

After the horrific incident that happened in the nest and the sound of Kevin crying, Nathaneil made the hard call and bargained with his life to get Jean and Kevin out, having no slight idea about the storm that was heading his way And after being missing for two years, Jean and Kevin swallowed the hard truth that Nathaneil might be dead somewhere To their surprise one day he appears out of the blue looking so much like their brother but nothing like Nathaneil at all Or Nathniel went on the run with his mother when he was 9 years old but three years later Nathan caught up to them and threw Nathaneil in the nest So we can say some things went a bit different .

NB: playlist for this fic

tw: dark, tw: gang rape, tw: dubcon, tw: human trafficking, tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: suicidal thoughts, tw: assault, tw: flashbacks, tw: panic attacks, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: abuse and torture, tw: implied/referenced csa, tw: medication addiction and withdrawal, tw: recreational drug use, tw: nonconsensual drug use, tw: vomit, tw: homophobia, tw: canonical character death

[jakesangel]

jake comforting you because of thunders -requested

dating jake while having some sort of fear mean having unconditional comfort and love coming from him. every time he hears thunder or heaving pouring, he will always text you making sure that you are okay telling you to stay on your bed listening to music loud enough to not hear the storm. he will never let you on your own knowing that you aren't okay and he would always do his best to be there for you.

so if he is free when the storm happens, he will come over to you as fast as possible,not wanting to leave you too munch alone, w items he knows will soothe you down. he'll bring your fav snacks, his laptop, his headphones and some of his clothes he was wearing a day ago. he knows that you're listening music just like he asked you so he knows that ringing or knowing at your door is useless. that's why he had asked your keys in the past, only using it for emergencies.

finding you on the bed, just like he told you to be, he would come in front of the bed, hands waving, him facing you as u couldn't hear him. you'd try to remove your own headphones, to greet him, but he wouldn't let you, knowing the thunder sound is a huge trigger. he'd come join you in the bed, wrapping his body to yours and stroke your body softly, specially in the places he knows you'd scratch out of fear, loving them and you. he would stay close to you, until it quiets down or until you fall asleep in his arms.

when it does quiet down, enough for him to leave your bed, he would prepare his infamous ramen along your fav snacks. he would then prepare the living room, w blankets n the food he just made, bringing his laptop and his headphones. he would come back, sitting on your bed and he'd take your headphones off. my baby, come here, he says, sitting you up, you're all okay, my pretty girl, he would then add, kissing your temple, keeping you close to him. i've made you food, let's go ?

he will place you on the sofa under the blankets before going to go kitchen getting the ramen and the snacks. but he wouldn't forget to put your comfort show n make you wear his better quality headphones. he'd eat faster than you so he can free his hands from his bowl, taking you in his arms he'd even trap you under his top leg, his two arms around your body, trying to not bothering you from eating tho. he wouldn't pay attention to the movie, but more to you, kissing you or hugging you tighter, trying to make you forget about the environment surrounding you.

if luckily, the storms stops, he will stay as affectionate as he was, finally giving you his clothes to wear after you'd take a shower. but if it doesn't, he'll help you with it. he would run you a bath,if you do have one, n help you w taking off your clothes, music loudly beating on the speaker. he would keep his clothes on, only wanting to take care of you. he would give you the softest hair massage, while humming along the song. he would also worship-kiss your face, telling you soft n comforting words my pretty baby, i'm all here you don't need to be scared or pretty pretty angel, the world is too harsh for you, words laced w nothing but adoration for you.

once done, he would patiently wait, for you to wear your his clothes, in the bathroom w you to help you w your night routine. he will keep telling you sweet words and kissing you, while putting on your face cream or helping you brush your teeth. he wouldn't stop being all over you and doing things for you until you would fall asleep, so your mind can turn off, ur anxiety too.

he will feel like his duties will be accomplished, once you've peacefully fallen asleep in his arms, he'd smile to himself seeing you so prettily sleeping, kissing you alseep.

notes : hai anon, here is yours request done earlier than expected ᵎ i truly hope it was better than what u imagined n i truly wish you find a jake to take care of you that way >< i tried to add the scratch part, i hope it's alright ᵎ please lemme kno what you think in the inbox <3

@imaluckygirl @luvj4key @heeseungswifefr @stwrjvke @goldenretrieverjakezgirlbaby @jaeyunpinkyring @pockettwinzz

[kaisfruit]

Hi! how's your day going?

I'd like to request the ninja from Ninjago and an older sibling reader if that alright? You know just cute fluffy days with siblings.

Ninjago Older Sibling!Reader Headcanons <3

A/N; Ahhh hi!!! my day is good ty <3 tysm for this ask this is so cute 🥺🥺 i hope u dont mind hcs, but if u do feel free to ask again and i'll gladly make smthn longer :] jus thought hcs fit the vibe

warnings; none! just fluff <3

Kai and Nya

Absolutely the most chaotic sibling trio

Nya constantly getting upset with you and Kai for playing the "i'm the older sibling" card

Nya: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU GUYS DIDN'T SAVE A PIECE FOR ME?

You and Kai: older siblings get cake first that's just the rule. sorry <33

But Kai gets just as upset as she does when you do it to him

You guys all love each other though so it's okay

Just the vibes of being their older sibling would be the most competitive basic sibling rivalry type stuff yk

Lloyd

Constantly doting over him

You might as well be his parental figure since MISAKO AND GARMADON WERE THE WORSTTTTT

You and Kai take turns mother henning him

You and Kai are bffs btw like. I don't make the rules. Kai is just his adoptive older brother in my head, so you two bond over caring for Lloyd

Definitely his comfort person after a long day <3

You're the one Lloyd trusts the most in his life and he isn't scared to tell you his fears because, despite any assumed sibling teasing, he knows you'll take him seriously on that regard

Jay

You guys make annoying each other a full time job

Constantly fighting over who the favorite is

Y/N: At least I help out at the junkyard!!

Jay: I'm literally out saving the world everyday!!!

*aggressive slap fight ensues*

OMG no. he's definitely the younger sibling to pull the rapid fire kick tactic

His elemental abilities go out the window when y'all fight. Just straight up, falls on his back and starts kicking up at you

All fun n games until you're able to catch one of his legs

You totally embarrass him as much as you can in front of Nya too

As Jay's older sibling, you're legally obligated to be Cole's bestie since Cole is Jay's bestie. you guys lovingly torment the lightning user together <33

Cole

The most chill sibling duo to ever exist

you both didn't appreciate Lou's insistence of the singing and dancing shit so y'all just decided to be ride or dies for life

much like cole, you get along so well with the rest of the ninja

idrk what to say here

nvm i do

You guys play video games with each other and you are infinitely salty at the fact that your younger brother is better than you at most video games

like wtf? isn't it supposed to be a god given right for all older siblings to be better at video games???? the FSM screwed you!!!

but you've never let him live down the one time he lost to you at super smash bros

you have refused to play with him since

Zane

See, idk if you'd be his ACTUAL sibling yk since he's a robot? maybe more like you were supposed to be a protege to dr. julien, but decided to just be a 4 lyfer with zane after his passing

you've helped zane understand human culture so much and he's real appreciative of your existence

the ninja absolutely fucking ADORE when you're around because what's better than one zane? TWO ZANES !!!

well, obviously you're your own person but! i could see zane adopting a lot of your mannerisms so you two end up being very similar

quality time is y'alls bread and butter

working around each other perfectly as y'all both cook in the kitchen

words never need to be shared between the two of you. just hanging around the other is enough yk? like y'all are bonding just by existing near each other and it is magical

ANOTHER A/N; i tried my best to highlight reader being the older sibling but </3 idk if i did it that well. i saw "sibling fluff" and RAN!! im willing to do a pt 2 or like a one shot or anything with a prompt similar to this !! im the youngest sibling myself tho so idk if i can properly portray being an older sibling (only in a mean light. yk like greg heffley and rodrick. do NOT recommend having older siblings y'all /j)

[luffyvace]

HEYYYY!! how are you?? i hope you’re doing well ❤️❤️

i was wondering if you could do a headcanon/story where reader is like the daughter of Dracule Mihawk but like she(or gender neutral) never met her mom, so when she was growing up Boa Hancock was like their cool auntie that she learned how to be a woman (doing makeup,painting nails, finding her style ect.)

ONLY IF YOU ARE COMFORTABLE THO, BTW I LOVEE YOUR WRITING 💕💕

HIII IM DOING GOOD ANON!! You dear? :)

i do female reader dw!! I’ll be using she/her as well, for reference

Awhh dadhawk <33

AUNTBOAAUNTBOAAUNTBOAAA!! She’d be the BEST most SPOILING wine aunt EVER🍷💄

Of course it’s alright honey! Alsooo TYSM!! I’m so glad you enjoy 😭💓💓

Being mihawk’s daughter has a lot of perks and literally no down slides. actually I half way take that back. The only down slide is that there’s a target on your head for those who are crazy enough to come for you. But that’s like a mere 00.1% and even then just because they come for you doesn’t mean they’ll get to you 🤡

especially since your the NUMBER ONE swordsman’s daughter.

Also this is really random but you probably meet zoro eventually, perona as well, they obviously stay with you for some time so perona and you likely get close. I imagine you would introduce her to boa and the three of you become a trio. You and Perona are her adorable nieces and boa is your doting, beautiful and totally awesome auntie :3

don’t get me wrong mihawk is a awesome father. He seems like a very responsible man and that he would not leave you out in the cold at the cost of his own life. He spoils you just as equally as boa does and although he’s not the most trusting man on earth, he wouldn’t dare break the bond you two have when he can’t replace it with your actual mother. At this point not that you wanted to.

Never meeting your mom may have taken a toll on your mental health at first, but not to worry! Awesome aunt boa to the rescue!!

The chances of you meeting boa we’re actually very slim, whether you know it or not. As I said Mihawk doesn’t easily trust plus you probably met at a warlord meeting where he has to take you along for one reason or another.

You saw boa and naturally, thought she was very pretty. Mihawk is rather reserved too so you probably don’t see people often in general (til you get older). Therefore, seeing such a ethereal woman made you instantly admire her. You immediately wanted to get to know her—and, luckily for you, she took an interest in the girl who’s mihawk’s daughter!

now idk what you did but she started the conversation, and whatever you replied made her think you weren’t so bad! You two chatted some more and after figuring out you had no mother figure she took it upon herself to raise a cute girl such as yourself to be a good woman. She didn’t exactly want to be viewed as your mother..that would relate her too closely to mihawk, a man, for her liking. So! She’ll be the cool and classy wine aunt instead! 🍷💋

you love your dad, he does his best to raise you as a single father and pirate/warlord/worlds best swordsman. And you truly do appreciate him! But when Boa bashes him for being a man her insults are low key so funny you can’t help but laugh 🗿 (hc that Boa would be good at roasting people on the spot :3)

boa being the coolest aunt she is, she takes you to lavish places (that she rented so she wouldn’t have to bear being in the presence of those indisputable critters society calls men), gets you the most high quality makeup (that her tribe handcrafts—yes they make they’re own it’s a hc of mine), does monthly over the phone (in person when you can) mental check ins (because you love your dad but again, he’s a man, and there’s some things about women men won’t get—vice versa too of course <3)

womanly hour!~ well more like hours, you spend the whole day with boa whenever you can, she’s makes a magnificent aunt and literally never says no to you. She’s like to you how she is to luffy but less delusional platonic <3 you two go shopping and pick out clothes together, her tribe of course also gifts you all the cute clothes you could ever want (again, handcrafted) because boa adores you and they adore boa!—which means they adore you! 💕 You and the Kuja 100% get along and see eye to eye on how spectacular Hancock-Sama is~ 🥰

when your older you probably go over to visit her more often and maybe even on your own! Mihawk trusts that by then he’s trained you enough, plus i think he would have his certain set of rules but not be too strict of a dad.

teaching you how to be a proper woman with Boa 101 ;} only if you want to tho! She’ll ensure your not out here acting like some monkey—surely your not! (unless you are 🤷‍♀️) Still, she teaches you basic lady manners. :) More than anything she knows women is NOT the problem, so instead of going “keep your legs closed ☝️🤓” she says “If a man looks at you lower than your stomach, kick him in that area 😉😘” - Boa Hancock (the woman we trust💪)

AND you already know she’s gonna teach you how to kick as hard a she can 😤😮‍💨👌 which ngl by the time your older your sure to be a master in many Haki’s. You may even have conquer’s 🤷‍♀️ I wouldn’t doubt it you got Mihawk blood in you :P

Growing up Boa has constantly been warning you of men and they’re vile ways. When you become of age she’ll tell you what happened to her (that’s how much she trusts you 💗💗) and you’ll know what she means right away. She will always look out for you but gives you tips on things just in case, and if you ever feel unsafe, don’t hesitate to call her or take a trip to the island of women! The entirety of the Kuja tribe will lay down they’re lives in an instant for Hancock-sama’s lovable little niece <33

I’ve been mentioning this throughout but her taking you to the island of women definitely happens. You love it there and everyone loves you. You have so many Aunts and sisters there it’s not even funny. 😃 You adore each and everyone of them though, just as they do you. You get only the finest of treatment from them and you might as well be one of the Boa sisters. You get all you can eat premium food, the most elegant clothes tailored to your exact size and tastes, you even have your very OWN room in the Palace! Sandersonia and Marigold dote on you just as much as Hancock does the four of you very much do spend a lot of time together. 😊

The Boa sisters/the Kuja tribe teaches you the kuja tribe/survival skills personally. They start with bow and arrow and eventually moving on to haki and hand to hand combat. Now, Mihawk might have already covered this but they’re going over it again 😄 why? He might’ve missed something! He’s a man! (Btw the Kuja girls 100% ask you questions about men no holding back) Anywho, I’m sure you’d do it again even if you know it already because 1) practice 😋 and 2) who wouldn’t want to spend more time with the Kuja pirates?!

💖💖

These girls are seriously awesome 💓 (this low key became a Mihawk diss track written by Hancock but he’ll live- LOL 😂😂🗿)

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕀𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕣 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Hope requests aren't closed. Could I request Gepard, Argenti, Dan Heng, and Jing Yuan with a s/o who is an excellent inventor? Toys, machines, they can make anything.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ They weren't when you requested so you're good! Also, I don't write for Argenti so hope you don't mind me changing him for Serval! She just suits here so well and I need more of the girlies so you can say I kinda took the opportunity there~ Anyway, hope it's still up to your liking!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

✧ Dan Heng probably knows both a lot and a little about subject of inventing

✧ he read about it and even saw few constructions due to adventuring from planet to planet, but he also never really did it himself

✧ you'll have to introduce him to all the shortcuts while inventing something because he knows just the long and boring way, like instructions said, he'll do the exact steps

✧ he doesn't really mind and find it actually quite interesting to help you around

✧ but if your workshop is loud... he may not be big fan... and if you're trabilazer like him and all the noise is coming from the next room? Yeah, he'd loose it...

"Y/N. How about we go grab some sweets and you finish your work later? I need a break..."

✧ don't get him wrong, he's happy you're working on your skills but he just doesn't like the noise and would much prefer go on a walk while you work

✧ but at least he helps you with cleaning and quieter parts of inventing!

✧ tho if you live on planet and he rarely visits you we it is... he may not mind the noise as much. He's simply more focused on spending some quality time with you than that

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@miya-akane @toyaswif3y - come get your quiet but scary trabilazer!

✧ Gepard is honestly happy for your achievements and you probably met each other through Serval

✧ but... let no one ask him who's better inventor... he's not gonna be able to choose between you and his sister so he'll end up with basic answer, simply saying you're both great which he's not lying about

✧ but if we can avoid that, he knows quite a bit about it so he'll often drop by and see how you're doing

✧ and if you need help, he wouldn't mind doing so we long as he's not busy

✧ if he won't know something... he can always ask you or Serval if you'll need some professional advice too!

✧ this boy is so busy and now he also has 2 inventors to help... he often leaves you or Serval mid day to go to another one, so he won't seem like he's playing favorites because he loves you both equally, just in different ways

"Hey love, I'll go see how Serval's doing, okey? I'll come back later so I can help you more since I know you're busy. I'll be back in 1 of 2 hours."

✧ but... Serval often kicks him out to help his partner, she's like tou cupid if you think about it...

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✧ Serval is too!! You guys either met through work and bonded OR became close and just later realized you're both inventors

✧ when you were far enough into relationship, she definitely wanted to combine your two workshops so instead of "competing against each other", you could work together

✧ and lemme tell you... if you do it, your business is going CRAZY since you're both one of the best inventors in Belebog

✧ if you ever struggle with idea, fixing or making something, she's the one you should go for!

✧ she knows you're a bit better than her and will often mention it, not because she had low self-esteem but because she's proud girlfriend and wants to compliment you

"Hehe~ C'mon, you're the best at it! You need to teach me your trick someday, alright? In exchange... I could take you on a date next week! I'll clear my schedule so we can spend entire day with each other."

✧ expect her to be a little flirty from time to time when you work, sneaking little notes between not important machines so you'll wonder why it's not working just to find love letter there, or send some flying little robot with hear or chocolates on it... many can happen when she's in the playful mood!

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✧ Jing Yuan most likely knows every citizen of Xianzhou Luofu, some worse some better... so he definitely knew you even before you got into relationship

✧ but your relationship either developed by him hiring you one day or him getting w little crush and visiting you often

✧ and when you're together, he'll often drop by to see how you're doing and he'll you around

✧ and when he can't come check up on you because of his work... he'll simply send someone to you! It can be either Cloud Knight on patrol or Yanqing passing by

✧ he loves seeing how much you can do with just the idea and materials. So he'll sometimes sit down next to you and watch you work

✧ his favorite thing is to see the project developed all the way from simple scratch to finished product

✧ he'll also remind you of breaks, taking you out for something sweet or to restaurant whenever you finish project you've been working for days

"It looks great, my dear. Now let's go eat something. My treat. Trust me, you deserve it for all the good work you did there."

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@miya-akane - come get your soft general~

[justalittledumb]

Is it alright I could request a Cookierun: Kingdom?

If you can (only if you want to, no need to answer this request. I repect your boundaries.), then what about....

Headcanons about the five ancient cookies (yandere or not) with a petite yet dainty reader who is The Light of Peace but they always prone to getting sick, looking fatigued or tired all the time. But they always love to work a lot, like they are workaholic. (No gender specified)

*So... Hiya everyone, been a while huh? Sorry for dissapearing, I realy wasn't feeling like writing anything, but i'm back. For now at least lol.

As for this request, I wasn't entirely sure if you wanted the Ancients to be seperate or together, so I did together. Feel free to tell me if you would prefer if they were seperate smaller sets if headcanons for each of ancients. Also since I only realy write yanderes on this blog, those are yandere headcanons, tho I decided to keep it on the lighter side of things.

🍪 So, let's start things off by saying that they greatly value their friendship and respect how devoted you are to work...

🍪 However, they will not just stand by idly while you overwork yourself. They won't do anything harsh, but all 5 of them will not allow you to push yourself too hard... especialy considering how easy it is for you to get sick!

🍪 Speaking of which, once you do get sick, you can be sure that soon all of them will force you into a bed and practicaly surround you.

🟡 Pure Vanilla would immidiently start working on curing you... Tho he might on porpuse made it take much longer than it needs to... Can you realy blame him? You just look so Cute like this.

🔴 Hollyberry would sit right next to you and start telling stories of her many adventures in Hopes of distracting you from the sickness, and from wanting to work in this state.

⚫ Dark Cacao Cookie would actualy keep his distance, due to not being the best at comforting people. Of course, he isn't just doing nothing, he's actuly making sure that nobody, whoever it might be is foolish enough to try and enter the room you're resting in.

🟠 Golden Cheesee Cookie (she's my fave btw) practicaly buried you in gifts the moment she Had entered the room. Anywhere from expensive clothes (matching hers, duh) to high quality plushies, she spared no expenses on them! After all, you only deserve the best!

⚪ White Lilly... Oh boy. Shes always somewhat clingy, but once you get sick, her already extreme tendencies increase by tenfold. She's phisicaly attached to you, keeping you in tight embrace. She does NOT care that she might also get sick from being do close to you. And even if she did get sick, sharing the same illnes as you is romantic in a way, isn't it?

🍪 Also, expect that once you're back to being healthy, all the work that needed to be done by you while you were sick, was "magicaly" finished. You can thank (or get angry at) your Ancient friends for that, they had someone do that stuff for you to keep you from getting stressed immidiently after the recovery.

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*Well, I'l admit this isn't my best work, but I think It came out good enough :). Sorry if it's not to your satisfaction, I hadn't written anything in a while so im kinda out of my element.

[nicolloyd]

short comic based on skywalker syndrome by @lloydskywalkers! (tw for blood, dismembered arm and choking under the cut)

ok this took SO long but i finally got it done so i hope you enjoyed it! i recently read this fic (i know im late to the party) and it was just way too good so i had to draw it, seriously tho if you havent already plspls check out lloydskywalkers their fics are just sooo good ive read almost every single one

you can kinda see where the quality dips on this but nevertheless i hope its still alright, its a miracle i stuck with it throughout honestly its only my second time drawing an actual comic and its like 30 drawings long

if you have any criticsm pls share it with me! ive been trying to get better at expressions so i know i have room to improve!

[nipuni]

Some various lighthearted life updates 🏃‍♀️

It's been a very busy last few months! in a good way mostly. We had a friend visiting us from overseas so we showed him around the city and took him to all our favourite places. We also met new people and were invited to a bunch of events so it's been very fun! We are all out of social battery tho so now we are slowing down a bit and getting back to work. Nicolas is on a short work trip to Berlin and I'm back to painting. We also started running! aaand we are also back to watching a bunch of shows and to me talking about it here to like five people 😌

Under the cut cause it's a lot as usual!

We finished watching S13 of Doctor Who! (we still have the specials to go but after that we are all caught up!) I haven't updated in ages so here are lot of opinions!

We really did not enjoy S11 😞 I was aware it wasn't very popular but we were hoping it was for all the wrong reasons, sadly we found many to be valid. Some of the episodes were baffling, Rosa? Kerblam?! the writing of the whole season in general felt like a rushed school assignment. The first part of Spyfall was a strong start for the next season but that ending in the second part was really not it. We did love Sacha Dhawan's Master tho!! and we really love Jodie too, 13th is adorable and reminded us of Ten at times! Jodie is such a fantastic actress that it makes the quality of the writing and everything else around her even more frustrating 😫 S12 was an improvement in general. In the last few episodes It felt like the writing team suddenly remembered the companions could have a personality and agency lmao. Highlights for us were Spyfall one, Fugitive of the Judoon and Haunting of villa Diodati, tho we did also enjoy most other episodes of the season despite their issues.

The timeless child plot reveal felt a bit underwhelming? The idea on itself has potential but it felt mishandled (and it had a bit of a Moffat flavour to it? and not in a good way). I think it was meant to add more depth to the Doctor's lore but in a way it ends up having the opposite effect. Then the flux was just a complete mess. It read like a Marvel sort of plot, very comic book like which is alright I suppose if that is something you enjoy but it felt out of place. But mostly it was just way too much, it got out of hand. Anyway we still have the specials to watch! and I think the Master is in them so we are looking forward to it 🥰

We also watched Broadchurch!! and we LOVED it. We ended up binging all three seasons. Chibnall's writing on this is surprisingly great and Jodie's acting is spectacular she really shines here. Olivia and David are always brilliant!! honestly everyone's acting was amazing. This series had us both tearing up every five scenes. The direction and the music are outstanding. I could watch Hardy and Miller solve crimes forever I really love their chemistry and dynamic. We went into it expecting the usual detective fiction but it ended up being a whole study on grief with such a focus on family and community and trauma and a ton of touching interconnected character arcs, just really really good!!

Then we also watched Taking over the Asylum!! MAN we were not expecting to have our hearts wrung out like laundry by this!! We thought it was a lighthearted show!! GOD we are still not over it, what the fuck!! It was so good we loved it!! but we were not prepared lmao what do you mean 'the end'?? we'll be thinking of this for months, I was expecting an extra scene after the credits or something. Excellent characters, refreshing depictions of mental illness and trauma and so crushingly realistic. Every character is so loveable I really wish this was longer 😭

And our quest to watch everything with David Tennant on it continues. We watched Decoy Bride on Valentines day too and it was terrible but such a hilarious fever dream kind of bad that it was fun, it has David on it and he never disappoints. I feel so lucky that Nicolas and I are both in love with him, get yourself a man who shares your celebrity crushes lmao it's so fun!! We feel like teens again chatting about him and drawing little hearts next to his pictures haha 🥰 We watched the BAFTAs just for him and speaking of the baftas!! I was not expecting that last drawing of his outfits to get that much attention oh my god 😭 thank you!! you are all insane and I appreciate it so much!! and thank you for all the support in general, about my art and photos and just everything. I feel very lucky and grateful 😭 anyway I'll end this before I get sappy, that is all for now! I hope this week is kind to you all, I'll be sharing some more art soon 😊

[ssho197]

body parts and how xiao interacts with them

contents: maybe nsfw slightly i haven’t decided yet, fluff stuff

i’m gonna start from the top to the bottom hopefully get this all done in one part lmao

hair

i think that xiao would like the way your hair smells (not the oily and gross smell but like the smell of shampoo or conditioner) hair is a redeeming quality for most, so xiao would like it when you style your hair well maybe. he probably doesn’t care thatttt much but he does enjoy is deep down

face

he likes your face (well i hope so 💀) when he first started developing feelings for you, he didn’t understand why his stomach felt so light everytime he saw your face, he didn’t understand why everything felt alright when he saw you, like his karmic debt was floating away. but he wanted to distance himself from you, so to make sure he doesn’t hurt the people he cares most about

neck

(this part is slight nsfw so skip if you wanna) i feel like he would enjoy giving you kisses on your neck but i mean, yk in general i feel like if you told him you enjoy it, he’d do it more because he wants to keep you happy yk? but also it’s xiao so but if he were to leave hickeys on your neck and shoulders he’d take a lot of pride in them but also apologise if he was too rough the night before, he just hopes he didn’t hurt you tooo badly (he wouldn’t actually admit this tho would he?)

chest

(i’m kinda busty or larger than most so imma cater to that but eh if you don’t like it don’t read it doy) i’d like to imagine chilling with xiao in bed or at the park or something, where you’re both just chilling and he rests on your chest, in all honesty, having any slight weight on my chest hurts a lot and feels like a bad bruise but for xiao, i’d let him lay there. i like to imagine just relaxing with xiao. no stress no worries. no more stupid karmic debt.

stomach

ok ok ok if you don’t want him laying on your chest, he can lay on your stomach, which, still hurts if someone were to lay there but JUST IMAHINE OK SHHHHZHXHXHXHSBSB now for the nsfw aspect of this, i can see xiao peppering cute and small kisses down your neck, chest and down to your stomach during foreplay or sex or honking yk

arms/hands

he holds your hands for comfort, i bet he does that little caressing thing with his thumb when you hold hands. maybe he traces his tattoo on your right arm…… or maybe…. the waist/lower stomach tattoo……. imagine him tracing out the outline of his tattoo on you with his tongue

thighs/legs

he probably bites or sucks your inner thighs while he makes some magic happen in your nether regions with his hands. and when the nights over and you wake up, exhausted and barely able to move, he apologises for the bruises, bite marks and marks he left.

no i’m not doing feet you freaking weirdos 🤨

[riiwrites]

hiii !! my mind has been so fixated on sigma lately so could i possibly have any sigma fluff ?

tysm dear ♡

𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

a/n : ofc you can love, ty for your request, i hope head canons are alright for you? 💗

genre : pure fluff

warnings : none

wc : 540

— 𝐒igma is genuinely one of the sweetest boyfriends you could have ever asked for

- he’s just so gentle with you and so sweet

- you two never argue about anything but if you did, it’d be on a very rare occasion about something silly

- due to him only being on Earth for about three years i feel like you’d be his first lover, although he has so much experience with running a casino i just don’t think he’s ever had time to focus on things such as relationships

- that’s why he holds you so close to his heart, he cherishes you, scared that one day you’re going to leave and he’ll be alone

- sorry that was a bit angsty on my part, anyways-

- speaking of him and his casino!!

- he would 100% rigg the casino machines in order for you to win every single time

- he would never admit it though because he just loves seeing you get so happy when you win

- you already know he riggs them in your honour tho but you pretend you don’t know to keep him happy too (≧◡≦)

- LOVES head pats and head kisses

- giving or receiving he doesn’t mind, he’ll normally kiss you on the crown of your head and call you his ‘angel’

- he calls you his angel because he feels like his life had a whole other purpose besides his casino when you walked in

- ur his purpose :((

- basically, you’re his miracle angel

- would give you other pet names such as “love” “miracle” “princess” etc

- you help him run the casino too at times if he would get too stressed

- he doesn’t want to bother you but you insist on helping

- “it doesn’t feel like working when it’s with someone you love”

- loves giving you hugs from behind too, planting a soft kiss on your neck at times

- he’s not afraid to show you off either

- he’ll have you gently placed on his lap whenever he’s sitting down wherever it’s with customers, staff members etc.

- if he’s doing work in his office he’ll have you placed on his lap whilst his chin rests on your shoulder doing whatever he’s doing

- he truly does think of you as his prized possession and he cares for you sm <3

- i also feel like he’d be surprisingly good with doing hairstyles etc

- but i also feel like that’d be false at the same time tho cuz i mean his haircut atm isn’t doing my head canon any justice..

- sorry i love sigma i didn’t mean for that to be slander, anyways 😭

- he would just love playing with your hair, doing styles with it putting clips in it and what not

- would also spoil you with SO much clothes

- very fashionable ones too cuz his outfit is just 💋💋

- his love language is probably acts of service or quality time

- just loves doing stuff for you and he enjoys most of his spare time with you

- bottom line is : he always has a smile on his face when he’s with you <33

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

Can you make Bf Taiju hc?? :3 (not forcing tho if you don't want to make one)

Sure! Thank you so much for requesting<333

Taiju in a relationship? Now that's a quite challenge.

: ̗̀➛He's type of boyfriend who will be mean to everyone else but would have soft side for you and only you.

: ̗̀➛For Taiju love and violence has been coloured in the same colour and before Christmas conflict, he has raised his hand against you but pretty rarely. Tho after the Christmas conflict, he'd never do anything like that.

: ̗̀➛He'll figure out that you don't want to be with him because of how violent he was in the past, but he'd be in disbelief if you would give him a chance.

: ̗̀➛He's type of boyfriend who would effortlessly pick you up in his arms or throw you over his shoulder like you weight nothing.

: ̗̀➛He'd try his hardest to be gentle and patient with you and Mitsuya would help him with that.

: ̗̀➛Taiju isn't type to show affection through his words but rather through his actions. Gift-giving, act of service and quality time would be his way to show you that he truly loves you.

: ̗̀➛He'd spoil you a lot. For example, when shopping he might complain that you're buying too many things but he wouldn't stop you from doing so. Buy as much as you want, he'll carry every single bag.

: ̗̀➛Would ask for Mitsuya or maybe even Yuzuha to help him out with a date because he doesn't know where to take you for a date.

: ̗̀➛Would be thinking for a marriage quite a while because he dates you to marry you, not for funsies. He wants to have future with you.

: ̗̀➛Okey he's heavily religious so no teenager sexual activities. After marriage? Absolutely.

: ̗̀➛He's type of man who will give you his jacket when you're cold, even if he's also cold. Type of man who will take care of you when you are sick and make sure you get better. Type of man who will always have you in his arms if your leg got injured.

: ̗̀➛He'd want you to wear modesty, because wearing too revealing clothes are sin.

: ̗̀➛He got into so many fights for you and will not hesitate to do so again!

What Adult!Taiju would say in bed:

"Just the tip. I promise."

"I'll make it fit."

"Hey I told you, hands on the sides!"

"Am I pressing that spot, hm?"

"Shhh, you can handle one more."

"Good job, doll."

"Oh shit, you're so tight!"

"You're so needy tonight. Why is that?"

"Don't cover your mouth. I want to hear your voice when I'm eating you out."

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I'm sorry it took so long! I added few NSFW hcs, I hope you're alright with that! TwT

[aztarion]

hiii jez, your sol tag is incredible and i love everything about her!! best aesthetic & best most fucked up vampire bbgirl of all time <3 do you have any interesting facts or random tidbits of lore about her that you are willing to share or link me to? wish to know everything & more about her asap tysm 🥰

whaaaat hi bree!! 😭 that oc tag is so thrown together and unorganised girl youre insane putting yourself through that but omfg its til death do us part now 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

i dont really post writing with my ocs much on tumblr but i blabbered for like an hour here im so sorry in advance i hope its a little entertaining…. tw for ed mention and self harm but its just your regular vtm stuff if youre familiar with the background ttrpg

soledad is her courier alias, she usually goes by that or the inevitable nickname sol, which doubles as a small remnant of her old life — her real name is solona ^^

she is first gen mexican-filipina, grew up in california before moving to arizona

didn’t care for academics much; preferred working with her hands — she dropped out of studies as soon as it was acceptable and went into business training under her dad and older brother as a mechanic

very laidback, easygoing, quietly contented; never had sprawling ambitions or aspirations and she was cool with that (was and is a little bit of a perfectionist with her work tho). this created a wedge with her mom who did nawt like the notion of her only daughter wasting prime years and a pretty face in a dingy garage. (i never get it *exactly* how i want in art & have never found a faceclaim i love, but i kinda picture her overall look as like. a timeless, slightly restless sort of dark beauty; like her eyes are always trying to tell you something in spite of herself, even when she looks totally serene lol)

anyway! one of moms fears are realized — sol ends up with a very noticeable facial scar (semi glasgow smile? mouth to under ear and a little further than that even, cheek just super spliced) due to an accident in the garage. sad! oh well she’s the joker now (or she will be after julian)

wait actually while im yapping about backstory i deviate a little from the game options just to make things more juicy and personal but! to me she first meets julian having to work on his suzuki and they hit it off. pre-night road as mentioned she is very easygoing — easily charmed and is herself charming — they def get along like a house on fire. julian would no doubt mentally take note of her whole roll-with-the-punches, laissez-faire attitude — naturally that just seems like a quality that might come in handy when you bite someone and turn them into a creature of the night. also the attentive, methodical approach she takes to her work, and when needed, her on the spot workarounds — he doesn’t want some dumb unreliable chump childe. and alright bear with him here: so it’s not relevant strictly in terms of her being thee potential great american embrace candidate he may be planning for right now, but man shes kiiiiinda cute and the scar is kiiiiiiiinda badass and its kiiiiinda hot that she knows exactly what she’s doing under the hood.…….Julian’s of course no slouch but he prefers it when others are doing the dirty work for him and she knows her stuff. so he’s thinking yeah this might work out. wait did she just say she plays nintendo too — oh this is definitely working out.

well it didn’t work out — sol ends up caitiff. julian accidentally botched her embrace 👍 whoops. but he teaches her blood sorcery as soon as possible — she can fly under the radar as a regular banu haqim. so it does work out! the sire/childe bond likely did some heavy lifting in terms of their relationship but sol was still pretty dopey heart eyes for julian in the beginning, like truly thought he was brilliant and funny and followed whatever he said no questions — really trusted him, figured with him being more experienced and so whipsmart and knowledgeable that he was utterly infallible. julian knew best and like didn’t he keep her safe trying to cover for the whole clanless thing……how could he have anything but Good Intentions dot dot dot……

in the decade after julian goes MIA, sol’s entire demeanor takes a nosedive. in the ingame text, julian and d’espine are described as being ‘fledgling-like’ in that they still have that liveliness to them, like a constant subtle Blush of Life effect. sol had that too in the years w julian, but after so long alone and having to maintain that isolation in order to ghost by in both the human world and undead while drugrunning & couriering, she gets cold — corpse and mind. outwardly she’s very composed; there’s little to no animation (no once-effortless smile, not even a ghost of the dimple in her unscarred cheek ! ) but her inner monologue is distrustful, has aged — is honestly a little paranoid and bitter sometimes — and overly nervous where she once would never have been. when julian returns it’s noted how young he still seems in comparison. that doesnt help the grudge she holds

i think her nerves skyrocket even more so when she feels aila stir. while u cant choose merits/flaws in night road like the table top, i feel like she would have the bulimic derangement that causes a kindred to gorge or throw up blood at random after feeding due to stress — she’s literally just THAT internally anxious. the game makes a point ensuring youre well fed on your next visit to tucson’s elysium since you showed up starving at the beginning, but after the office confrontation with lettow asking what happened to aila — which despite going successfully & having an excellent relationship with him — sol still probably LEGS it out of the viper once dove interrupts and ends up vomiting in an alley before jumping in her car🤦‍♀️ so much for paying alexander to acquire blood and making a good impression this time…..what a waste. and u know what Riga probably saw the whole mortifying ordeal too smh

ok im sorry i could talk abt the entire game like this i have so many headcanons

ooh straight up just facts & a little tldr:

so she’s 5’8; long pretty neck, slim hourglass figure with soft heavy curves, distinctly confident arms and legs, various tattoos: depictions of scorpions and snakes, the sun, spanish and tagalog script in black and red ink. she’s around whatever Julian’s human age wouldve been, i guess mid twenties range

is Julian’s Childe but due to a botched embrace ends up caitiff. masquerades as a banu haqim that, when in the presence of more prejudiced vampire society, in turn masquerades as something traditionally camarilla-fronting: malk/toreador/ventrue, whatever. it’s complicated! por los clavos de cristo does she wish she was back in that shitty little garage 20 yrs ago

throws up when nervous; is constantly a little hungry and risking an oops moment but for the most part maintains iron composure — its become a whittled and useful hard shell

learns blood sorcery right off the bat from julian, learns protean from lettow after staking reremouse w him. she usually keeps things clean and impersonal with a gun and deft precision (and elena with more guns!) but she still likes working with her hands: in close combat, especially when it involves other supernaturals, she keeps elena out of the fight and doubles up that weird combo of blood sorcery + protean — is frankly just a messy blur of slit wrists bloody sigils and slashing claws. (ough wanna draw this ugly visual so bad but omg i just know it wouldn’t work out w my skillset rn)

omg i feel like ive gone on forever in a bunch of directions while saying nothing helpp. ill stop here and spare you! thank you so much for asking bree!! :D <3 you have to tell me about your courier now!!

^ us night roading