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vasito-de-leche · 7 months ago

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Hello hello! I love your writing so much and was wondering if I could request some Sonnetto analysis and hcs about how she would act around an older sibling-like reader. Someone who looks out for her and is protective of her but has a bit of a mischief streak. I don’t want to make the ask too specific because I want to give you some freedom with it lol. Thank you so much!

;R1999 SONETTO - Familial Headcanons

Compilation of headcanons and analysis about Sonetto and an older sibling figure.

ty for the request! it's always fun to write familial or platonic dynamics! <3 and sonetto is always such a treat to study under a microscope

sorry if this was short! i ran out of steam and ideas at the end, ough

The subject of Sonetto and family is one of my favorites to discuss because it always highlights just how disconnected from humanity she is. Not in the sense of "oh, she's heartless and very cold and logical because of the Foundation" but in the sense of "oh, she's kind, but only in the limited way a child soldier from the Foundation can be."

I can't remember if I've already written about this, but as far as I know, Sonetto is the only main/playable character within the Foundation who doesn't have any themes of "community" nor mentions any actual family members.

Compare her to other characters: Vertin, who was explicitly one month old when she was taken into the School of Discipline, still has her mother and is aware of her. Matilda and Mesmer Jr. have their whole families. If we analyze these characters, a big part of their lives and personalities can be traced to their interactions and history with their families, and these are just examples within Sonetto's generation. Outside of this specific group we have Horropedia, who owes everything to his adoptive grandfather, and Tooth Fairy, whose relationship with her family - the Campbells - is explored in her own character event from 1.2.

We can keep going with characters adjacent to the Foundation! X has his orphanage, he mentions the people he grew up with and took care of him in a few voicelines. Medicine Pocket has their mother, as seen in their 01 Story. Lilya has her parents, mentioned in her birthday messages. Leilani, also from Zeno like Lilya, doesn't mention her family per se, but her entire character revolves around the concept of being welcoming and friendly, around the idea of community.

Sonetto's character and her entire life revolve exclusively around the Foundation. This is the only family she's had, and this is a detail that her Storybook brings up in her first paragraph.

Child of the Foundation Sonetto knows nothing about her background. Before she was adopted by the Foundation, she had neither family nor motivations. It was the Foundation that gave her everything. Now she is completely clear of her glorious mission: to devote her life to the peace and well-being of mankind.

The Foundation is her only family, it makes sense that Sonetto would go on to become the perfect arcanist and soldier by their standards.

With this ramble, I want to emphasize the fact that Sonetto doesn't have the same knowledge or context about the idea of "family" like the previously mentioned characters. We know that her relationships are one-sided, because of the way she cannot reciprocate something as simple as friendship in a way that is traditional.

The most obvious example being her initial relationship with Vertin. She clearly cares for Vertin now that they are older, but we don't know if this is because of her guilt - born from her involvement in the incident that turned Vertin into the Timekeeper and everything prior to it - but we do know that the two rarely interacted given Vertin's reaction at the beginning of the game. To this, we must add the way Sonetto is constantly compared to a dog: she's described as a puppy, endearing and honest in the way she eagerly follows those she cares for. But also a military dog, obedient and attentive. One can argue that the only way Sonetto knows how to love and show affection is through usefulness, because it is the one thing she was taught by the Foundation.

Yes, Sonetto is kind and helpful, and this is a double-edged sword: being useful is the priority. If she cannot be of use, she cannot be worthy of affection, she cannot justify her existence. And a few of her voice lines highlight this--the ones we hear when leveling up her Insight are very telling.

Raising a character's Insight level is described as Vertin helping them gain a better understanding of themselves and the world, hence the wording--"Insight." Notice how Sonetto's Insight voicelines all focus on how usefulness.

Hu... la ringrazio. I will make good use of this power.

This place has brought me so many things: freedom, fresh knowledge, brave friends. How can I ever repay you? I want to be of help to you at any time.

The first one is straightforward, but the implication is that Sonetto sees her own development, her own understanding of her own life and personality, as something that must be used accordingly--a power, an ability, something useful.

It's a huge contrast to her second voice line.

It's only through a lot of exposure, help and insight that Sonetto can recognize all these good things--freedom, fresh knowledge, brave friends. She still wants to be useful, but now with the full understanding of her surroundings and situation. This is why she defends Schneider so passionately during Chapter 05 - "El Oro de los Tigres." This is why her entire character revolves around her slowly finding her own footing outside of the Foundation's influence through Vertin and all these new experiences, as opposed to the sterile environment she's used to.

And we're just talking about how she treats her friends, and there is this barrier that keeps her from forming connections so easily the same way Vertin does. How would she treat someone that's like an older sibling, a mentor, a parental figure, when she's never had anything remotely similar in the first place?

I think it depends heavily on when exactly you meet Sonetto!

On one hand, if you meet her while she's attending the School of Discipline, then I imagine it would take a long time for her to warm up to you. She insists that your behaviour makes no sense, but she can't exactly stop you as you're not breaking any rules that she knows of. Part of her cannot understand why you would treat her like this, regardless of whether you're a few grades ahead of her or part of the School's staff, but you make her feel safe, despite this mischievous streak of yours.

I can't see her supporting or turning a blind eye to any of your shenanigans--a younger Sonetto will absolutely snitch on you if given the chance, unless you give her a VERY good reason not to. If you're too much of a troublemaker like Vertin, then she settles for trying to steer you into the right path with advice, knowing that you're absolutely not going to listen. I like to think this specific path would end up with Sonetto being your little annoyed little sister! Or rather, that she sees you as an endearing and embarrassing older sibling figure, constantly apologizing her coworkers and others for whatever you might do or say for her sake. Yes, you're an inconvenience at work, but she knows that you care for her very much. Everyone can tell at a single glance that the two of you are close, that your mannerisms end up rubbing off on her in subtle ways, that she finally emotes and feels like a real teenager instead of a child soldier when she's around you.

On the other hand, if you met her after she joins Vertin's team, she's much more mellow, more open to interacting with people who don't fit the Foundation's standards. Initially, she may assume that you look out for everyone, not just her, but it takes a considerably less amount of time for her to warm up to you. Thanks to all the new people she's met, it's easier to accept this sort of kindness and concern, and Sonetto's first instinct is to reciprocate it tenfold. Every little nice thing that you do or say, she will imitate it--if you help her braid or brush her hair, she will ask to do the same. If you make her favorite meal, she will do the same. Just like a puppy learning how to play with other puppies. If she sees you being up to no good, she's instantly confused--you're so caring and considerate, it's hard to wrap her mind around the idea of you getting into trouble on PURPOSE. She reluctantly tags along, just to make sure you have someone in your corner should you get caught.

Both paths would lead to some idealization from Sonetto's part. This is the first time she's felt like this--the concept of home has always been a quiet, empty and standard room within the Foundation's headquarters, but now, when she thinks of home, she thinks of you and Vertin, of a big, warm and noisy suitcase full of people. This is the first time she understands what family means.

Of course, she's torn between her duty and these new experiences, I think that there are times in which Sonetto feels guilty for choosing one over the other--sometimes, it's the realization that she will still prioritize the safety of mankind over a happy life with her friends, or realizing that her instincts still expose just how deep her indoctrination runs, how detached from a regular teenage girl she is.

And sometimes, it's the feeling of wanting to run away somewhere safe, somewhere with you and everyone else, when the stress of work gets to her. And what really affects Sonetto the most is knowing that you would never, ever make her choose, that you'll always be her big sibling, who teases her for days on end and who comforts her when she needs it.

This idealization manifests as the usual martyr behaviour that's been instilled in her. She cares for you, and so she will lay down her life for you if necessary--this is a feeling that defies all logic.

I do want to say that the aspect of idealization differ depending on which path we're discussing! The first one, the one in which you pretty much adopt her when she's very young, leans more towards a regular dynamic of a child idolizing their older sibling, someone who is very close to them. The second one leans more towards a fan idolizing a celebrity, a distant figure worth of admiration.

Because you've spent more time with Sonetto in this first path, I think that she would also be more open to being vulnerable since, you know, she's a literal child. Your presence and influence somewhat mitigates the damage her training will eventually do to her psyche and mentality, meaning that part of Sonetto is able to recognize that what's happening to her - what happens to every orphaned arcanist - is not okay. She can't fully explain why, other than it feels unfair, and so she turns to you. I think this would be one of the very few moments in which you will see Sonetto cry, in which Sonetto will internalize a very important thing: if she ever feels afraid, alone or scared, you're the only person she can go to.

This is a lot of text to say that she will die for you because you're the only person who accepts her, the best and worst parts of her. Whereas in the second path, she will die for you because she sees you as superior, as someone who deserves to live more than her.

Aside from this analysis, I do have a few cute headcanons!

Lots and lots of puppy behaviour. If left alone for long periods of time, Sonetto defaults to trailing after you. She just likes to orbit around you, which is great if you're overprotective. And if you happen to be busy, she simply trails after Vertin instead.

Sonetto doesn't show off when working, given how seriously she takes her role, but as soon as she's done with a mission, she will ask you to rate her performance. Partially, she does it because she genuinely cares about staying on top of her training and you're the one person who knows her the best, but it's also her way of asking for attention, I don't think she even realizes that she's seeking out validation lol. Please, feel free to pet her head or fret over her.

I think Sonetto has a lot of control, so she wouldn't slip and accidentally address you as her big sibling--but if someone else were to address you as such, she won't correct them.

Whenever Sonetto struggles with her art and poetry, she goes to you first and foremost. I do think that if you're the type to constantly hype her up regardless of what she's created, she will slowly stop showing you her work out of embarrassment and because she needs someone who can give her a proper critique.

The same way some of your gestures and expressions rub off on her, you WILL end up picking up some italian and some hand gestures from her. Everyone loves to point out whenever this happens.

Sonetto can pretty much take whenever others tease her about whatever--on one hand because she may not understand that they're teasing her, on the other because she's rather stoic in social situations. But when YOU do it and go a little too far, she WILL start a very heated rant about how inconsiderate you are why would you bring this up now can you please not talk about this it's not the appropriate time or place please do not talk about her relationship with Vertin it is so unprofessional what even is there to talk about do not bring up that one time she messed up and called the instructor mom please do not talk about her first few incantations PLEASE FOCUS ON THE JOB.

#reverse 1999 #reverse: 1999 #reverse 1999 headcanons #reverse 1999 x reader #reverse 1999 sonetto #sonetto #can you tell i love when siblings influence each other #i have a very sour relationship with my brother. but sometimes its fun to realize that i make the exact same expressions as him #or that we say shit in a very similar tone and shit #or that something that i like is because of him and viceversa

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presidenthades · 5 months ago

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Thoughts on HOtD s2 ep 1 🎤?

Oh boy do I! Thanks for asking, I love having an opportunity to shout into the void on the internet.

I might do a rewatch later this week to try to pick up on additional details, but I’ll start with my initial reactions from last night.

Spoilers for S2E1, obviously.

Love the new intro. The bloodline intro was important in S1 which was setting up the different claims/factions, but there won’t be much more of that in S2. The tapestry is very medieval, and I’m here for it. I suspect they’ll change the intro every episode to reflect events as they occur. Makes me wonder if the E2 intro will have Blood and Cheese. 😬

The scenes at Winterfell/the Wall not only introduce Cregan, but also offer some fan-service for OG Stark fans. It also reminds us of the prophecy aspect that the show is taking. Cregan and Jace had a great dynamic, but I wonder if they’ll have any opportunity to get together again. In F&B, Jace never returns North again, and Cregan doesn’t come south until the fighting is over. But the show might have Cregan participate in battles earlier so they don’t waste his actor.

Speaking of Jace: I’m really impressed with Harry so far! His scene with Rhaenyra made me want to cry, because you can sense how hard Jace was trying to hold it together. 😢 On a more lighthearted note, I like that Harry listened to the feedback about his bad posture in S1. 😅 He was holding himself really tall and regally this episode.

Omigod, Rhaenyra. Emma only had four words of dialogue this episode and they KILLED all their scenes. The scene where Rhaenyra finds the wing and cloak made me want to cry too. And that look she gave Jace when he returned to Dragonstone, like she wanted to comfort him while she’s trying not to break down… 😭

The Daemon and Rhaenys argument foreshadows how Daemon chafes against 100% listening to Rhaenyra as his queen. Spoilers, leaks, and trailers indicate that he and Rhaenyra are going to have a lot of friction, and soon. As a fic writer, I appreciate this scene for validating my headcanon that Rhaenys is the older cousin who does not let Daemon brattily boss her around.

Corlys and Alyn. I’m not entirely sure what the show is doing with the Hull boys. Their interaction was ambiguous: is Corlys their father or not? Or is Alyn just a random sailor who saved Corlys? He’s definitely too old to pass for Laenor’s supposed son.

I was very touched by how deeply Corlys cared for Luke. It contrasts with Rhaenys, who didn’t treat the boys as her grandkids; Corlys seems to have actually adopted them in his heart. I wonder if Corlys will turn his attention toward Joffrey, or if his affection was for Luke specifically. In the book, Corlys passes over Joffrey as heir in favor of the Hull boys, but show!Corlys is very different from book!Corlys.

Speaking of Joffrey, I miss S1 Joffrey’s adorable curls. But S2 Joffrey is also very cute, and he might actually get speaking lines this season. But the moment when he threw the toy (which might have been Luke’s) into the pyre… 😭

Alicole is…interesting. There was setup in S1 implying they had underlying feelings, and I don’t think it’s crazy they eventually acted on those feelings. But I question the writing/directing decision to insert the Alicole scenes for what seems to be comedic effect. The second scene, during B&C, is the more egregious one. The first scene felt very sudden.

I’m also side-eyeing the director’s commentary in the “House that Dragons Built” documentary where he described Alicent’s marriage as “loving but not romantic or physical for a long time.”

LOVING? 🤨 Really not the best word. Sure, there was some kind of affection between Alicent and Viserys, and she took her caretaking duties seriously. But “loving”? Nah.

Aegon got a huge character/writing upgrade from S1. “Good dad Aegon” girlies win (so far). I loved TGC’s BTS commentary about how Aegon enables his kids and competes with them to cause mischief. Again, the fic writer in me feels validated. I just wish we actually got to see Tyland give Jaehaerys a pony ride. 🤭

The brief glimpse of Aegon and Helaena’s marriage is interesting. He cares about her (tries to reassure her about the dragons) but there’s no romantic spark at all. And like everyone else, Aegon doesn’t really know what to do about Helaena’s prophecies, which sound like insane mutterings to people in-universe. We the audience are shouting for him to listen to her, but TBH most of us wouldn’t listen to an IRL Helaena either.

Aegon on the throne was a surprisingly comedic scene with more character development. He’s not very good at politicking (I would’ve told him to give the blacksmiths partial payment upfront, not the whole thing), but he’s trying, and he is willing to stand up to Otto. Again, I feel validated with my depiction of Lavender!Aegon.

Also…HUGH? 👀👀👀 Sympathetic Hugh Hammer will be interesting.

Oh boy, Larys is going to be fun this season. He’s already starting to try digging his claws into Aegon, but based on cast interviews, he might not be as successful as he hopes. And even though people are joking about it, I don’t think he’s going the feet route with Aegon.

Mysaria is getting much less culpability in B&C than in the book, but I’m fine with it. It’s consistent with her S1 character. She’s fed up with the royals (mostly Daemon, now Otto too) and just wants to do her own thing with social justice while making some money.

Alright, now for the B&C analysis.

They don’t have Daemon explicitly say it, but it’s strongly implied he wants B&C to kill “a son” even if they can’t get Aemond. It’s a departure from the book where B&C explicitly target Helaena’s kids and have a more methodical plan where they watch her routine for several days so they can set a trap. In the show, I think B&C repeat the phrase “a son for a son,” so that was probably part of Daemon’s orders. But the only sons that are possible targets are Aemond, Aegon, and Jaehaerys. Aemond is explicitly the primary target. B&C walk past Aegon without even discussing or trying anything, though to be fair he has friends and guards. So by process of elimination, it seems B&C’s backup plan/directive was always to kill Jaehaerys if they can’t kill Aemond.

(Speaking of Aemond, he didn’t leave a huge impression on me this episode. 🙁 He just didn’t get that much screentime, I guess. But I did like that Aegon advocated for Aemond having a seat at Small Council. #Targbros)

B&C have a comedic bit going on while they sneak through the castle, which seems not entirely appropriate. I also think they could’ve cut down a lot of their sneaking sequence in favor of more Helaena & kids screentime, which would’ve made the scene more impactful.

The bit with the dog was totally unnecessary. Someone who kicks a dog is automatically evil, but we would’ve gotten that message anyway when B&C kill Jaehaerys. Again, the dog seems to have been inserted for a sort of comedic effect, which doesn’t really belong here.

I read an article where Ryan Condal said they cut Maelor (for now?) because all the little kids have to be younger in this timeline. TBH they could’ve made it work with an infant Maelor who was offscreen in S1 because, you know, he’s a baby busy napping and stuff. They could’ve adapted B&C much closer to the book with a baby Maelor.

The choice Helaena makes in the show just doesn’t feel high stakes like in the book. I think Phia did a great job acting with what she was given—my quibble is what she was given. I think she was given direction to make Helaena dissociate and suppress her reaction, which contributes to the scene not feeling as impactful as it could have been. Helaena has been characterized as “spacey” and “not there” so far, so I think they were continuing that route. But having her suddenly erupt with emotion in B&C, to contrast with her previous seeming lack of emotion, would have elevated the scene to another level.

The ending Alicole scene really deflates a lot of the emotional heft that did build up during B&C. Again, it feels like it was inserted for comedy. It reminded me of when Jaime’s hand was cut off in GOT, and it immediately cut to the end credits with a heavy metal song that felt inappropriate next to the scene that just happened.

Helaena’s final line, “They killed the boy,” was odd wording. It feels very distant and passive. Even if they insisted on having Helaena dissociate during B&C, this moment when she escaped with Jaehaera and was “safe” could’ve been an opportunity for her to break down and show what she’s really feeling inside.

Overall, 90% of the episode was great. B&C, gruesome as it was, was kind of disappointing. But the teasers and leaks tell us Aegon will at least have a very strong reaction next episode, which should be wondrous to watch.

#ask me anything #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd s2 #hotd season 2 #hotd spoilers #house of the dragon season 2

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icedragonlizard · 11 months ago

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Headcanon: Susie makes unhinged furbies

^ Imagine the green text being Meta Knight in the above scenario.

LOL.

But yes. Furbies exist in my Kirby headcanon universe. Susie has them and does hilariously unhinged stuff with them. And she enjoys it!

You know how in real life there's an entire community of people that make extremely detailed custom furbies by doing things such as skinning them, giving them new eyes, changing their ears or feet, or adding whatever details they want onto them? Yeah, Susie does exactly that in my headcanons. She gives furbies huge makeovers.

She's made something like a pink and black mechanical-looking multiple-eyed spider furby... just one out of many, many examples.

This is one of her hobbies, as she literally has an entire collection of custom furbies that have extensive detail. She has fun making them!

I think a lot of others in the Kirby cast would be simultaneously frightened and amazed if they were to see a lot of the furbies that Susie makes. Frightened because of how unhinged and freaky many of them are, and amazed because a few of them would be like "wow!" at how skilled she is at it, and may even want to know how she does it. Meta Knight would 100% be entirely frightened by it though.

.... Hilariously enough, in my headcanons, there's actually another person in the Kirby cast that's begun making detailed custom furbies on their own: Magolor. He is one of Susie's friends and was even given the opportunity to see some of those furbies, and he was like "Woah holy moly! That's incredible! I think I wanna do this myself!" and she basically showed him all of the steps on how to make them.

This made Magolor cause mischief with a furby as a result. He made a furby literally based on Susie herself as a prank. When she saw it, she proceeded to make one based on Magolor in response, and not just one based on him, but also him wearing the Master Crown. This is one of the very many ways that these two will prank one another.

Susie's closest friend, Taranza, was also given the opportunity to see her furbies. His reaction was a combination of bewildered, horrified and astounded. He was like "WOW!" at how skilled she is at whatever the hell this is. He does not understand it in the slightest, but he's supportive of it nonetheless. And by the way, it's common in many situations for Susie and Magolor to both engage in complicated and unhinged technological stuff, with Taranza just kind of nodding along with it... as he pretends to understand it, but actually doesn't at all.

So... yeah. To conclude, Susie has this hilariously deranged hobby. What makes all of this even funnier is that I also headcanon she has squishmallow-like plushies in her room that she doesn't experiment on and instead gives them hugs. There's many layers to Susie. She's very unhinged but she's also teehee cutesy. A multifaceted swag-girl.

But even when making very freaky furbies, she still loves them!

#kirby #susie haltmann #susie kirby #kirby susie #susanna patrya haltmann #kirby planet robobot #kirby star allies #kirby's return to dreamland deluxe #meta knight #magolor #taranza

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jamiscrazy4krerdly · 1 year ago

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The he/she/ghoul demigirl Catti fan focusing on ghoul not showing up in the spamton sweepstakes nor the newsletters: shriveled up, wilting away, beating up a pillow VS the he/she/ghoul demigirl Catti fan that realizes Toby Fox is intentionally hiding ghoul away because ghoul is the playable character of chapters 3-5: jumping up in joy, thriving, feeling the sun against their skin. (aw yeah progress report time >:3)

STUFF IS HAPPENING!!!! Wowowow so much stuffs its crazy how much stuffs is… I don’t… it’s… uhm, happening?!! I thought I should clear some shits up. Ok so basically I’m working on four simultaneous projects somehow!!! Two AUs (“Mystery Delta Dungeon” and Deltaswap Inspired “Delta Scene Change” title STILL pending) and the fourth and fifth iteration in my kind of Deltarune… Krerdly… series?? Idk what to call it but just know that that’s happening! The two new mainline fics don’t overlap too-too much which means working on both sort of at the same time is pretty stress free in the continuation department. Soo those are going smoothly (even if they’re still both kinda in the draft phase) and I’m really happy with the vibes there!! I actually decided to implement the fourth in the middle of the fifth so it’s more of a compliment to the series than anything but I definitely think it’s needed and a super welcome addition in my opini-onion. *~^* ~

The order I’m aiming to release my projs is Delta Dungeon 1st -> Delta Scene Change 2nd -> Pieromancer 3rd -> Boons and Banes of Love 4th! I think THINK (think) that Delta Dungeon could be finished by this year if I do a good job ;^> but don’t count on it because deadlines were my downfall for my last upload “Cosmetic Heart Container”. ònó I made the setting a friggin mall and pulled that “big fish small pond” shit at a MALL like omg there was so much… potential and I frew it all up but WHATEVER I’m proud of the buildup!! Just wish I didn’t have to spoil my own fun with deadlines (fuck deadlines)… maybe I’ll rewrite a sort of continuation for that fic and double it’s size when everything else is said and done?? I’ll see!!!! It definitely deserves justice!!

Speaking of aftermaths: I’ve been rolling the idea of a Catti-focused fic in my brain for a bit now. Don’t know about the nitty gritty details but after everything I think it could be fun to promote “major side character” to “main character” and see what happens. Don’t want to pull a Spamton NEO and drop dead after I sever my last string from Deltarune lol (ouch @o@) (won’t happen anytime soon @v@‘).

Since I posted Krises last time I felt like doing sneak peaks, here’s some supplemental Berdlys to keep them company.

Auugh the quality!! Sorry I blended the pixels and made a smoothie out of them. :( It was tasty tho.

Ok enough business it’s me time and I’m kicking it off with a huge announcement. I’m not afraid to say it anymore… I really like Gyftrot Noelle. I REALLY like Gyftrot Noelle!!!!! There’s something about her that speaks to me mhm mhm. My first experience with the concept was through the design done by @pespillo but while searching for references I also saw some really cute ones by @undertalegorls so definitely go and dig through their profiles to see the vision! ì.í

Okay I have to cut the silliness short because it’s time for… spontaneous Animal Crossing Headcanons!!

Kris Moment!!!

Bug Enthusiast Bug House Bug Island Only Bugs 3 Golden Nets In Inventory Flick’s Best Friend Flick Cosplayer Completed Bug Museum within 24 Hours via time traveling

Ugliest villagers imaginable

Most crafted item: pitfall seed

Crazy good at Hide-And-Seek, cracked custom outfit designer (countless horned-hat QR-codes)

Hates Blathers

“Sings” along at K.K. Slider concerts,

“Make Flick and CJ gay wedding real right now @NinninedoOfficial @NinninedoOfficial @NinninedoOfficial”

Programs the wedding themself out of spite.

Reaction Wheel - Mischief/Let’s Go/Sleepy/Cold Chill/Scare/Stretch/Sniff Sniff/Sneezing

Wordy Berd(l)y

Time Traveler Anti “I-IT’S CHEATING!!”

Achievement Enthusiast (according to his passport)

Doesn’t realize unlimited tasks are unlimited

Buys turnips up the wazoo but gets horrible selling price luck (always needs to use Noelle’s shop)

Keeps track of exact tool durability and customizes his tools different colors to refresh it

Can’t figure out why he doesn’t have every reaction

“Intellectual villagers ONLY” (that’s why)

Crushes on AND kins Raymond, very seriously considers getting a yellow or blue eye-contact to match his heterochromia

Hangs up all his villagers’ photos like trophies, including dupes

Regularly rants about his villagers to Kris (“Why is it that Raymond can spontaneously profess his love for me but YOU CAN’T?!”)

Cannot for the life of him make a pretty island, to his dismay

#1 Pocket Camp Hater

Blathers kinny

“Kris don’t let me fall asleep it is absolutely vital that I wish for star fragments tonight.”

Reaction Wheel - Pride/Aggravation/Thought/Smirking/Behold/Amazed/Mistaken/Heartbreak

Catti (Wow)

Queen of Nookazon

Hacked star trees

INVENTS fashion

Infamous haunted island dreamcode

Always has a matching umbrella

Favorite NPC is Brewster

“Wand-outfit slots… increase them.”

Reaction Wheel - Haunt/Take a Picture/Yoga/Resignation/Disagreement/Agreement/Intense/Work It

The bunny outside is frightful, Noelle

Cannot stop playing Happy Home Designer DLC

Permanently sets island to Winter

Terrified of Zipper the bunny

Completely normal about the New Leaf soundtrack being BETTER

Furnished extra houses for her family

Extremely attached to her villagers and convinced Catti and Ralsei to help her write fan-fiction for them

Takes animal crossing personality quizzes religiously

Highest HHA score out of her friends but doesn’t tell Berdly

Somebody get this girl more co-op features she is desperate.

Reaction Wheel - Eager/Pleased/Sighing/Sheepishness/Curiosity/Distress/Act Natural

Introducing… Ralsei!

Prince of Amiibo Cards (scans one every day because they are all his friends)

Really wants to show his friends every part of his island

Treats villagers like royalty

Can’t say no to villager requests

Posts ethereal flower patch combos

90% of his island consists of flower fields

Never had to look up a single fake painting tutorial

Jumped in joy at the food update

Mails letters to all his residents every day.

Reaction Wheel - Greetings/Wave Goodbye/Confetti/Glee/Delight/Worry/Apologetic/Here You Go

If anyone’s allowed to crash directly into the studio it’s Susie.

Borrows everyone else’s Switch to play

Runs everywhere holding an axe

Extremely emotional about fishing results

Goes out of her way to ask Blathers about fossils and responds with “woooah” every single time without fail

Claims the dinosaur exhibit is her favorite but finds all of the museum extremely relaxing

Dives off balconies into the water over and over

Sells everything through the drop-off box

Loves goofing around in Harv’s island

“The hell you mean you don’t grow rocks in your rock garden?”

Ralsei lets her terraform whatever she wants and builds off of it

Genuinely upset that she can’t terraform higher than 4 levels

“MOSS UPDATE??!”

Reaction Wheel - Flex/Encouraging/Curiosity/Laughter/Day Dreaming/Excited/Bashfulness/Shocked

And if anyone wants to visit MY island my Dream Address is DA-8935-5288-7510 ùvú

Also to contextualize this seemingly random Animal Crossing section, I’m sure some of you won’t be surprised to hear that before I was crisping chicken I was… a Marshmond maniac. *insert ominous thunder flash* Marshmond stands for Marshal and Raymond btw. Krerdly is definitely more Bob x Raymond lean, though…

Speaking of related characters!! I’ve been keeping track of kin-lists for my fav trio on the side. Here’s what I got so far!!

Kris Kins: Karkat (Homestuck) - Flick (Animal Crossing) - Link (The Legends of Zelda) - Beast Boy (Teen Titans) - Gnabbit (Mario Bros.) - Mae Borowski (Night In The Woods) - Bax Twiford (Ikenfell) - Metal Sonic (Sonic The Hedgehog) - Gramble Gigglefunny (Bugsnax) - Prince of Ouji (Katamari) - Creeper (Minecraft) - Courtney (Paranormal Park) - The Devil (Cuphead) - Magalor (Kirby)

Berdly Kins: Tobey McCallister (Word Girl) - Falco Lombardi (Starfox) - Revali (The Legends Of Zelda) - Waluigi (Mario Bros.) - Blathers (Animal Crossing) - Ibn Oxley (Ikenfell) - Lace (Hollow Knight: Silksong) - Jet The Hawk (Sonic Riders) - Snorpy Fizzlebean (Bugsnax) - Amity Blight (The Owl House) - Miles Edgeworth (Pheonix Wright: Ace Attorney) - Ren (Oxenfree) - King Dice (Cuphead) - Sheldon (Splatoon)

Catti Kins: Raven (Teen Titans) - Bea (Night In The Woods) - Blaze The Cat (Sonic) - Beffica Winklesnoot (Bugsnax) - Katrina (Animal Crossing) - M’ggie (Broken Age) - Magic Witch Ashley (WarioWare)

“You better be afraid of the great CA-A-TTI!”

~~ OK ANYWAYS ~~

~~ LIGHTNING ROUND ~~

~~ DIRECTLY FROM MY NOTES APP ~~

~~ LET’S GO!! ~~

Kris and Susie going as Flick and CJ for Halloween.

Berdly asks Catti if they can go as Blathers and Celeste to follow suit and there is 1 (one) universe where ghoul says yes.

Kris and Susie love Bugsnax fr fr.

Kris and Berdly go bonkers over Bug Fables. Cosplay Group: Catti Lief, Berdly Kabbu, Kris Vi, Jockington Chompy.

Krerdly is so bogus binted x papers printed core <3

Berdly is Yikking out! (Leans in to kiss Kris at QC’s Diner without warning, they demand he never try to do so ever again.)

Kris pestering Berdly with “if. you. were. gay, da na-na na-na na-na. that’da. be. o-k. da na-na na-na na-na” all of pride month.

Catti and Noelle as the “should I kill off the characters in my book to make it more interesting?” audio.

Ralsei: Slay!! Noelle, internally: Sleigh??

Noelle, sweating and holding up a paw: Sorry I’m late, I was the man behind the slaughter! Susie, blowing steam out of her nose: I’m stuff…. wait what?

(To the tune of Fairly Odd Parents Theme Song) The trash and mash in that school stash Just gave out instantly When the magic little goat hidin’ his every dote Gave a prophecy!

“BANG, BANG, BANG STRAIGHT THROUGH MY HEEAAARRT” -Kris every moment of every day after creating 77 original animation memes

“Pray tell, companion of mine, what is this… “jiggle jiggle skin” you are referring to?” -Player 1

“Glizzyyy” -Player 2 110%

Berdly HATES jellybeans because they’re awful and manipulative

For that last one I originally wrote down that Berdly really liked jellybeans because they just seemed to fit his palette in my mind until I ate one that made me wanna puke and decided it wasn’t meant to be.

Also also idk where to put this but there’s this one scene in Broken Age after Vella escapes the sacrifice ceremony where she’s standing on the back of a giant blue bird flying through the sky in her ripped dress and a knife in her mouth and I’ve never wanted Kris to take the place of another character so badly before… (Berdly makes a fun Shay replacement also but the big blue bird is clearly the hanging fruit here)

Ok! Cool! Good post! Awesome job! Thanks for sticking around. Play Ikenfell, Chicory, and A Short Hike. Don’t forget to totally look at my island lol I definitely didn’t speedrun finishing it just for this post lol. Appreciate cha if you do (DA-8935-5288-7510). Amazingness. Goodnight gamers.

Posted July 27th, 2023. Sparkle Sparkle.

#I’ll just have to make all the Catti content myself now won’t I #lots of stuffs this time #respectable stuffs

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scaaras · 3 years ago

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*wiggles my way into your pocket* might this little banana peel request some zhongli and baizhu(sep) dating headcanons?? love these two men theyre great

A/N: HI BANANAAAAAA MY LOVE omg I completely forgot baizhu existed when are we gonna see him again Jesus

*ೃ༄ Zhongli and Baizhu relationship hc’s

Though generally calm and composed within your relationship, Zhongli is fond of lighthearted mischief and teasing. Because of his usual sophisticated tone, you won’t be able to tell he was teasing you unless you stopped to think about whatever he had just said. Whenever you do realize, he will deny such accusations with a pat on the head, claiming that you were being ridiculous. Sly.

Rather than holding hands, Zhongli enjoys linking your arms together, walking slowly along liyue harbor, conversing about everything and nothing. These times are the most cherished to Zhongli, and no matter how much older he gets, he’d always remember these times with you.

He enjoys telling you stories from long ago, always having some sort of moral or life lesson within them. If being around Zhongli in general hasn’t made you more knowledgeable enough, being in a relationship with him definitely has. With him, you truly learn something new everyday. And I may go so far as to say he can learn from you, as well!

Calls you every endearing pet name under the sun. He’ll try everything at least once, awaiting your reaction to decide whether or not to continue using them in the future. By default, he calls you ‘my dear’ or ‘beloved’. Though, if you’re not fond of pet names, he thinks your actual name is just as endearing.

Zhongli’s love language is gift-giving and physical touch, for sure. He’ll bring you flowers like it’s nobodies business, explaining the meaning behind the name and what the flower itself stands for. His favorite form of physical touch is tender temple kisses, and he relishes in them more than he cares to admit. Even if you’re mortal, and one day pass, he’ll always remember the feeling of your skin upon his lips. <3

Quite doting. He’s always cooing at you and caressing you’re face, peppering kisses upon any bit of skin that he can reach. Your mere presence is adorable and uplifting to baizhu, so he can’t help himself! It’s not his fault you’re so endearing. No matter how much you try to deny it, he thinks you’re the cutest thing ever. Might I say, you give Qiqi a run for her money!

Your company is always welcomed and encouraged at Bubu pharmacy, and he’ll always greet you with a wide, close-eyed smile and open arms, introducing you to whoever was working during that shift. At this point, all of them are well acquainted with, and very fond of you. Qiqi definitely likes you a lot more than Baizhu, and he’ll playfully claim that she hurt his feelings.

Baizhu definitely keeps you in bed for a long time after waking up in the mornings. He’ll keep you tightly wrapped under the blankets and within his arms, nuzzling into the back of your neck as he insists that whatever business you have to attend to can wait just a little while longer. With his low and velvety voice, and warm hold around your waist, how could you resist?

It definitely took Changsheng a long time to warm up to you, suspicious of how fond Baizhu was growing of you, making bitter comments about how much time the two of you were spending together. Baizhu would joke that Changsheng was just jealous of you, but really, she just wanted to look out for him. Though, show her how much Baizhu means to you, and you’ve got her bagged. Now, she too, is fond of you!

All in all, Baizhu is a gem. He’s constantly looking out for you, providing you with a warm pair of arms to greet you whenever you see each other, and soft laughter during all of your conversations. He’s safe, warm, kind. To you, he’s a loving boyfriend. To him, you’re the world. <3

#whoop whoop first req thank you nana #dhmu these are kinda lame #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #baizhu x reader #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #baizhu x you #baizhu headcanons #zhongli headcanons #zhongli #baizhu #Qiqi

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witch-hazels-musings · 4 years ago

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Could you do some headcanons about Kaeya and Diluc with an s/o who really wants to dance with them (whether it be at a festival, party, at home, etc.) Also? I seriously respect the hell out of you for writing while working an 8-5 as someone who has to work a 9-5 and feels like i doesn’t even have time to shower at night. ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡ I hope you’re doing well! Please continue to grace us with your lovely presence!

I finished it!! Thank you for waiting for me! I hope you like it :D

^ expanded the request a bit --- I also don’t know how Kaeya’s got to be so long - so an extra special gift from me to you

warnings -> sfw, reader is pestered by some ppl, jealous characters :)

Character X GN Reader | Anthology

Includes: Kaeya, Diluc, Childe, Albedo

Kaeya

When Kaeya asked you to be his partner to one of the largest events in all of Mondstadt, you were beyond excited - this was an opportunity you had been waiting for - you’d always wanted to dance with him, and this was the perfect opportunity to do so

You did your best to get ready, not knowing if this or that outfit would be better to wear, and the anxiety of having to meet him at the event hall was weighing on you

“Y/N!” You turned your head for the thousandth time, so many voices had called out to you the moment you descended the stairs, their eyes as powerfully overwhelming as their voices. Luckily, this voice was someone you were relieved to see. Amber gripped onto your hands and pushed herself between you and the many bodies standing just a bit too close. “You look incredible! I’ve only ever seen you in your adventure clothes.”

“Haha, I couldn’t come to a ball dressed like that, could I?” You glanced down at your attire, it had taken you a long time to decide what to wear and even though you settled on this, and were getting compliment after complement, you only cared about one person's opinion. Where was he?

“Well, you look incredible!” She gripped your wrist and pulled you along, shouting at people who refused to get out of the way, her peppy voice breaking through all the many others calling for your attention. It was strange to be the center of attention. You’d seen so many of these faces around town and they didn’t seem to notice you then, so why all the affection now? It made you feel self-conscious.

When you were finally away from the sea of eager eyes, you took a deep breath. The new, less crowded space letting in relief to ease your nerves.

You looked at Amber and smiled at her, she always seemed to know how to bring you just what you needed, her kindness knew no bounds and you were we happy to have a friend like her. “Have you been here long?” You asked her.

“Pretty much, I’ve been helping plan this event for a while. I’m happy for it to be over honestly, who knew planning something like this was so exhausting.”

“Ha, maybe that’s why Diluc always has a sour expression on his face. Too many events.”

“You’re probably right! Ah, can you imagine stern Diluc planning a party? I’d die.” She laughed and the cheery vibrations seeped into your weary skin, your nerves made it easier for you to have an emotional reaction and with her disposition you found yourself laughing with her.

“So,” you looked out over the dance floor, noticing the tables full of food and drink, people standing in small circles chatting and laughing away. “Who else made it tonight?”

“Oh, are you looking for someone in particular?” She tilted her head and smiled at your flustered state.

“N-no … what … shut-up.” You frowned and looked away from her.

“I think you’ll see him soon, he had something to do but it won’t take him all night.” She must have noticed your disappointment because in an instant she made the decision to get you something to eat and stuck to your side until you had a more natural smile on your face.

Any excuse to be close to you he is all for, it doesn’t matter what the occasion is, he will find a way to hold you, touch you - he just cannot get enough of you

When he invited you to the Favonious ball, he knew you’d quickly take up his offer and join him, there wasn’t a question in his mind that you would deny it

He had several things to prepare for and was frustrated that he couldn’t bring you to the event himself, but he knew you’d show up and once you did he’d have all night to spend with you - that was if he could make his way through the barrage of people who were flocking to you as soon as you stepped through the door

He stepped through the hallway, his footsteps echoing off the walls as he made his way toward the ballroom. Lisa had given him a few ‘last minute’ wardrobe adjustments, and while she cooed over how handsome he looked, he hated how tight the suit was around his neck. He pushed his finger between the collar of his dress shirt and pulled at it.

As he turned the corner, he could already hear the sounds of the party drifting up toward him. He hoped it wasn’t too late, his work had kept him longer than he wished and it was well past the time that you said you’d be there. He was frustrated and eager to see your face.

The light from the ballroom washed over him as he stepped onto the balcony. There were still plenty of people enjoying themselves below but he only cared about one. His eyes scanned the crowd, heart filling with dread as he failed again and again at finding you among them. Then he saw you, your back leaning against one of the pillars, your arms crossed around your chest, eyes looking at the outrider who seemed to be holding you in a lively conversation.

He smiled and quickly made his way down the steps, his hands slipping into his pockets as he did so.

People were engaged in discussions, which normally he would be interested in as these were great opportunities to gather information, but his focus was on something much more important.

“I’m going to ask them…” A voice caught his attention so he slowed his pace.

“Don’t even bother, they haven’t danced with anyone the whole night. They’ve just been talking with that brunette for hours.”

“I’m pretty persistent; I know how to win someone over.” Kaeya looked at them, his gaze lingering for a moment before catching you in the same place you had been. He watched as they made their way toward you and the stab in his chest pulled at the back of his mind. Quickly, he unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, the freedom of it spurring him on as he pushed his way toward you.

“Hey, I couldn’t help but notice you haven’t danced with anyone here. I know, you’ve just been waiting for me to ask you all night.” The man smiled at you, but there was something unsettling about the way he did it.

“No thank you, I’m not interested.”

“Come on, it’ll be fun. You won’t regret it.” You were getting irritated at this point, not only had he interrupted your conversation with Amber, but he wasn’t the only person to ignore your first no.

“Again, I’m not interested.” You turned away from him hoping that if you didn’t look he’d just walk away.

He placed his hand against the pillar and leaned in closer to you and you were about to show him how strong your disinterest was when you heard a familiar voice.

“How rude of me to keep you waiting for so long, I came as soon as I could.” You looked behind the man and saw Kaeya standing there in formal attire, his beauty seemed to know no limits - frustrating.

“Kaeya!” You stood, disregarding everything and flashing him the brightest smile you could.

“Am I too late for a dance?” He held out his hand to you and without hesitation you took it. He led you to the dance floor leaving behind a confused, dejected suitor and excited Amber in your wake.

He spun you around as soon as you reached the dance floor, a hand resting on your hip and the other holding your hand. “You look stunning, did you get dressed up all for my sake?” He looked down at you and his smile made your legs weak.

“Maybe … don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late.” He laughed and you forgot how much you missed him. It didn’t matter how long you waited, for him, you would wait an eternity.

“I heard a rumor about you.”

“What rumor?” You looked up at him and caught the mischief in his eyes.

“That you haven’t danced with a single person here, is that true?”

“... It is … I only …” You looked down at his chest before continuing. “I only wanted to dance with you.”

His hands squeezed around your hip and you felt him pull you closer, “How lucky am I. Sorry I made you wait.”

“No! You don’t have to apologize.” Your head shoots up to meet him, your voice a bit louder than you planned, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Well let’s give them all a show, shall we? I mean, I have to make sure they know they’ll never stand a chance.” The two of you spend the rest of the night together, the jealousy of all those who wished they were Kaeya apparent as they started to fade away the longer the two of you held one another. Kaeya couldn’t be happier, he was completely fine with them dropping all hope of being yours - that space was for him and him alone.

Diluc

You were having a great time enjoying the festivities. Practically everyone had been invited to the winery to celebrate the coming of the new season, it was one of the most popular events that could happen

The two of you had been catching each other here and there, but with how busy he was taking care of everything, and how popular you were becoming as a dance partner or at least an interested dance partner, the two of you continued to drift past the other

Diluc was getting more and more irritated as the evening went on. There were so many things distracting him from where he desperately wanted to be. Instead of being at your side, he was busy hosting conversation after conversation with potential business partners, dealing with the drunkards who couldn’t seem to keep a responsible handle on their booze, and drifting between staff to make sure they had what they needed.

Reasons like these were why he typically avoided hosting events, but it was always fruitful and he needed to keep old connections and build new ones. Still, when he had a second and his eyes drifted through the crowd to find you, he felt the heat rise in his chest as he watched you dancing in the arms of someone other than him. He wasn’t mad at you of course, he was frustrated with himself that he allowed others to touch you, you were just too kind - a trait he loved, but one that also pulled at his heart.

“They are incredible.” He heard someone share with their friend. Glancing up from his work he saw just who they were in discussion about.

“I wonder if they are seeing anyone?”

“I haven’t heard anything …Hey, If you don’t go for it, I will!” They laughed and while he couldn’t tell if their intentions held any weight, he hated that the idea was even present in their minds. Again, it was on him that people didn’t know you were seeing one another. The two of you looked like good friends with the way you respected his boundaries, and his reservation at being expressive with his affections for you. He clenched his jaw before walking away.

---

Your legs were starting to ache from the amount of activity you were requesting of them. So many people had asked you to dance, and you didn’t want to be rude, as a guest of Diluc’s you wanted to make sure to be as kind and thoughtful as you could. However, with the amount of energy you were expending on everyone else you were starting to feel the effects of it all. So when several more, slightly persistent, patrons came to ask you to dance, you found yourself leaning to decline.

“Excuse me,” they began, “If you would be so kind, I’d love to have the next dance with you.” You looked up at them and saw their nervous smile. It hurt to reject them, but you desperately wanted a break.

“Thank you, but I’m going to have to respectfully decline.” You nodded your head and noticed there were other eager dance partners standing behind them. “I need to rest a bit, everyone has been so lively, and I’m running out of stamina.” You laugh in an attempt to make your rejection more lighthearted.

“If you don’t want to dance, we can do something else!” They sat down next to you, their arms perched on the table, body leaning in way to close. They began to ask you questions, which was fine until they started to get more and more personal. You did your best to answer them, but when they asked the next question it was a challenge to get them to accept your response.

“Everyone is dying to know,” another asked, you turned your head to them and waited, “are you seeing anyone?”

You averted your gaze before responding, “Yes. I am.”

“What!?” | “There is no way?” Their voices hit you at once and the loudness of their shouting drew eyes from other party-goers. They badgered you for a bit, all asking different questions at the same time, making it hard to hear them all. One stuck out and when they spoke the group got quiet.

“I’ve never seen you with anyone.” You looked at them, their arms crossed and lips turned into a frown. “You’re pulling our legs.”

“No, I really am seeing someone.”

“I don’t believe it, you're just using that as an excuse.” Their words made you angry. You didn’t own them anything and you were being plenty kind, and, that kindness, was starting to grow thin. “Tell us who it is and then we will believe you.” They placed their hand on the table and looked directly into your eyes. You were about to answer them when you were interrupted by the person himself.

“Y/N.” He spoke and the voices around the table died down, you looked at him and felt unbelievable relief.

“Diluc.” You stood and walked toward him, his hand open for you, a gesture you were surprised by. Carefully, you placed your hand in his and scratched the side of your head.

He looked at you, his eyes heavy on your skin. “Sorry I’ve been so busy.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind waiting.” His thumb rubbed the back of your hand, there was no way people couldn’t notice how much that affected you.

“Hey! What’s going on … are the two of you …?” The person stood up and placed their hands on their hips. Their shouting drew the eyes of others again and everyone at the table stilled as they waited for a response.

“Yes, and I ask that you don’t cause them any trouble; I won’t tolerate it.” His tone had a hint of a threat and it made your chest tight. There was a shockwave of disbelief that ran through the crowd, and the whispering made your ears burn. Diluc looked at you and you looked back, “Shall we?”

“Mhm.”

You followed after him, his broad shoulders a sight you never got tired of seeing and when the two of you held each other in movement to the music, you knew there would be no secret to your relationship now. Diluc made that clear from his words to his actions, and as the music began to fade and the sun dipped below the cliffs, he bravely showed his feelings for you as his lips touched your cheek.

Childe

He’d be all about showing you off to others - he wants to make it clear that you and he are an item no matter where you were

You went with him back to his home-town. It was a long trip, but so worth it to be with him, to see where he grew up. It took a while to get used to the chilly weather, and in fact you had to layer up extra carefully in order to bear the cold

His family had prepared for him a welcome party and had practically invited everyone they could to celebrate his return. Even if they knew it was only temporary, as his membership with the Fatui often kept him on the move, still, it was nice to feel so loved and welcomed with such a joyous event.

They also knew he would be bringing someone special back with him. It was a demand which plastered every letter he received from his siblings. He knew if he didn’t bring you along there would be a reception colder than the snow that never melted.

Of course, the two of you arrived hours before the start of the celebration. This gave his siblings and other family plenty of time to introduce themselves to you. They asked you question after question and when it was finally time to get ready for the party, you noticed how rough your voice had become. You definitely knew that Childe was a member of this family, he too knew how to wear out your voice.

Childe changed clothes quickly, it had been so long since he wore those clothes from this region. As he looked in the mirror, the way the outfit rested snuggly against him, it made him even more nostalgic than he already was. He was waiting out in the large living room, his mind playing out memories of his childhood in this house when a sound caught his attention.

His younger siblings giggled and shouted in excitement and as he turned to see what was all the fuss he felt the air in his lungs leave him. You were dressed in a traditional style outfit, your hair styled to fit your attire, hands fussing with the clothes you weren’t used to wearing. When you looked up at him and smiled shyly he felt an incredible urge to lock you behind closed doors and not let anyone lay their eyes on you.

You walked toward him, ignoring the loudness of his siblings, “They said this would be okay … Do I … look alright?”

“You look incredible.”

“Thank you.” You drop your head, looking at your hands and he desperately wants to pull your face back to him, but is interrupted before he gets the chance.

“Let’s go already, big brother!” Teucer shouts, already standing at the door.

“Shall we?” Childe extends his elbow to you and you take it.

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He had been watching you dance with the members of his family for a while, and while it moved his heart to see you laughing and doing your best to learn the moves, he wanted to hold you in his arms himself. He wanted you, to have you experience his traditions first hand through him. So, when he couldn’t handle it any longer, he finally asked you to dance.

“You all have been keeping them so busy … I’m going to steal them back now.” He exclaimed, barging into the game you had been playing with his younger siblings.

“That’s not fair! You’ve been able to keep them to yourself for so long. We want to play more.”

“You can after I’ve had my fun, let’s go.” He pulled you away and their cries sounded as you drifted further from them.

“I was winning!” You exclaimed, laughing as he pulled you behind him.

“It’s my turn to have your attention.” He turned and pulled you close to him. You could feel his energy through his fingertips, it was familiar, like the time he saw you talking to that stranger in one of the bars of Liyue.

“Childe, you can’t seriously be jealous of your family.”

“You don’t know me at all, do you.” He spun you around and when you realized you were out on the dance floor you knew you were in trouble.

“I’m not very good at this yet.” You try to explain to him but it falls on deaf ears.

“I’ll teach you, just follow my lead.” He nodded to the musicians and they began to warm up, their music drowning out the chatter. Quickly, he leaned down and kissed your forehead before offering some last minute encouragement, “Let me show them all how spectacular you are.”

He loved every second of this. The way your feet stumbled over his as he moved with you across the dance floor, the way your face flashed through different expressions: joy, concern, embarrassment, confidence. He couldn’t get enough of you, there was never enough of you. How was he ever going to be satiated with you around, especially when you were embracing his home, his family with such unbound acceptance.

He wanted to swallow you up, he wanted to lock you to him for the rest of time, and the more you let him take, the stronger his desire became.

As the music drifted into its final crescendo he lifted you in his arms and spun you around. There were countless couples surrounding you, all shouting and cheering on the excitement that rippled from the center of the dance floor. When he stopped and you slid a bit down his chest, your shoulders at the height of his chin, hands gripping tightly on his shoulders and face dipping down to him with a smile that told him everything he ever needed to know about you, he let the words fall from his mouth, finally being as honest as he ever had been.

“I love you.”

Albedo

Albedo wasn’t too fond of parties and get-togethers, it was a lot of energy to expend on the discussions or interactions which he’d much prefer to stay clear of, at least if he can get away with it. Still, he had promised to make an appearance, and when he saw you he was much more inclined to stay

He loved to watch you have a great time, you were so independent, doing things whenever you felt like it and experiencing life as it happened. Unless it was explicitly told to others, most wouldn’t have any idea that the two of you were seeing each other. Most of the time that wasn’t a problem, as your busy schedules kept you distracted, but as he watched you mingle with the citizens and partake in the festivities, and how you drew the attention of interested eyes, he was starting to get jealous

These sorts of festivals drew in travelers from all over Teyvat. Most of them only blew in with the wind while others stayed longer after the final banner was removed. It was something that almost everyone in Mondstadt took part in, even those who often didn’t get out much -- and he was one of them.

Albedo made his way through the streets greeting citizens as he passed by, a quick nod or hello here and there. It was Sucrose who had encouraged him to take a break, reminding him that he was likely to see you down in the festivities. So, he put away his work for the day and headed out of the research labs toward the cheering below.

When he saw it was like the sun shined on his face for the first time in days. He felt so warm and was eager to reach you. As he got closer, he couldn’t help but notice the many faces that were turned to you. It was strange but he tried not to let that oddity hender him in any way. That’s when he started to hear the conversation you were having with someone, the closeness of them to you, and the way they didn’t seem to leave you alone.

It wasn’t like him, either, to let his emotions get the better of him, but having to listen and watch others take notice of you, something inside of him grew and he wanted to make sure they knew their hands would never reach yours.

“Hey.” A man walked up to you and injected himself in the conversation you were having. You stopped what you were doing and glanced at him, curious. “Would you be interested in dancing with me?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m not much of a dancer.” You smiled at him and tried to let him down easy. In fact you’d love to dance, but only if it was with a particular person, and he didn’t seem to be around at the moment.

“It’s okay if you aren’t, I’m happy to teach you some moves.” He took a step closer and his first impression of friendliness was slipping into pushiness.

You started to tap your fingers against your leg, the motion becoming more intense the closer he got. “Really, I’m not a good dancer, you’ll find more luck with someone else.”

“Come on, it’ll be fun.” He reached for your hand but was blocked by another. When you looked at the owner and saw it was Albedo, your stomach flipped.

“Albedo?” You turned to him, a smile on your face and relief in your voice.

“Excuse me, but I believe they said they weren’t interested?”

“... ha, what are you their boyfriend?” They laughed and continued talking, “Listen, why don’t you let …”

“Yes, I am.” Albedo interjected, cutting the person off.

“What?”

“We are together.” They looked confused, their eyes moving back between yours and Albedo’s. Albedo looked down at you and noticed the expression on your face, “Is that not the right way to describe our relationship?”

“No! I mean, yes, that’s right.” You looked at the person and gestured to Albedo, “This is my boyfriend, I’m his … we’re together, yes.” You nodded your head way too many times, but the point seemed to get across to them anyway. They left in a huff and you watched them leave before standing and turning to Albedo.

It was the first time the two of you had ever really said those words out loud - of course you knew in your minds that you were a couple … but to say the term which let the outside world know of your relationship, well it was so exciting

You felt your face get hot as you remembered how factually he had spoken, how quickly he answered their question. You couldn’t help but pat your face and pinch your cheeks

After that, the two of you wandered through the festival, eating delicious food, participating in the activities, laughing and having interesting discussions, as you always did

When night started to drift over the event and only a few people remind in the city center, you found yourself back in the place where your time together started, music drifting through the air

You had such an incredible day. There were times the two of you were so busy that you would go days without seeing one another, so to spend an entire afternoon together was like a gift.

“Today was incredible.” You express, the excitement and joy from the day making you click your tongue against the roof of your mouth.

“I can tell you had a good day.” Albedo replies, smiling at you.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, you click your tongue like that when you’re happy … sometimes when you’re focused.”

“Ah, really! I’ve never noticed.”

“I think it’s cute.” He stepped closer and grabbed your hand, his grip soft and gentle. “So I know you don’t like to … I was wondering … would you like to dance with me?”

“Yes!” You answered much quicker than he expected, your voice startling him a little. You covered your mouth and laughed, your eyes squinting.

“Let’s go.” You took his hand and walked until the space felt right. Albedo let go of you before turning to look at you. With an elegant bow he requested your hand once again, you returned the gesture, not wanting to be rude and also trying your best to not scream with excitement. The music swelled and your bodies moved closer, his hands wrapping around your back while yours draped over his shoulders. You rested your head against his chest and let the wonderful day drift into a wonderful night, you and Albedo sharing in a moment with one another. No worries, no interruptions, just one another swaying to the sweet mixture of music and distant conversations.

“I’m glad you could make it today.”

“Me too.”

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just-someone-who-likes-to-write · 4 years ago

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Sensitive Ears

(Requested by Anonymous: hello could write something about reader / fem like to tease Prince Nuada's sensitive ears and things get hot (only if you wanted to) )

(A/N): I liked the idea and it’s totally a Forever Headcanon for me that Nuada’s ears are super sensitive, but unfortunately, I am not good with spicy stuff but I tried, I did this quickly so sorry for any kind of errors.

Warnings: Grammatical Errors, Slight Smut, Fluff.

Word Count: 1,428

You honesty found out about it by accident.

The two of you have been together for a while then, a couple of months at best and like any new relationship, the two of you were going through the famous "Honeymoon" phase. Everyone said how in almost every corner they would see you making out like there was no tomorrow. But Nuada was to blame because he is the one who'd have you pinned against the wall in an empty corridor to attack your lips and enjoy the thrill of the moment and the thrill of being in a public place. Nuada loving being the one dominant would always have your hands pinned above your head or behind your back forbidden any attempt to touch him without permission, but of course, came the moment when that rule was broken and that is by you surprise him with a heated kiss. While he was occupied with something you had managed to sneak your hand behind his head and pull him for a kiss. He was shocked enough that he didn't stop you when you reached out with your other hand to run your fingers through his platinum blond hair, in the end, Nuada gave in and started kissing you back but he immediately pulled away from you when your thump brushed against his ears. Your wide eyes stared back into his own, both of you surprised but for different reasons. When Nuada pulled away he instinctively covered the "assaulted" ear to protect it. You were afraid that you might have hurt him but when you saw the Golden blush that was spreading across his face your mind realized something else.

"You liked that…" You said slowly, still surprised.

"What?.. No, I'm not!" Nuada was defensive and the way he replied to you only confirmed your theory further, for he became even more flustered.

You decided to experiment with that theory further. When he would be preoccupied with something you would go hug him from behind, which he usually allows but then you would sneak one of your hands to rub the tip of his ears between your fingers, which ended up with I'm letting out a small groan before pulling your hand away forcefully, you'd laugh at his blushing face. And there was also the time when the two of you were in a meeting, of course, the meeting would be boring so you and Nuada would talk through them in a hushed whisper. Well, you took the chance of being so close to his ear to give it a quick, which made Nuada let out a small yelp but loud enough that made everyone turn to him, you, of course, had already pulled away before anyone notices.

"Is there something you would like to add prince Nuada?" Asked Manning, who looked tired from the meeting.

Nuada turned to you, who was also looking at him confused.

"Nuada what's wrong?" You asked innocently but he could see the gleam of mischief in your eyes.

"Nothing." He said calmly, giving you one last glare before turning to Manning. "An old injury shock pain through my body."

"Then go to the infirmary or something." Manning said dismissively before turning to the board and continuing what he was saying.

Nuada stood up to leave ignoring you completely, but as he turned around he could feel your hand brushing lightly against his thigh. if it wasn't for his training of self-control Nuada would have visibly shivered. (Y/n) was discovering his weaknesses, and using them against him for her own pleasure. That was no good for the Elf prince so he decided maybe more meditation might help him control these odd feelings when (Y/n) tries to inflict them.

And it worked.

When (Y/n) came again to attack his ears Nuada was in more control, and by control, he means not showing his reaction but inside his heart still skipped and beat faster as she toyed with him. His little Human grew frustrated that he was not jumping around whenever she tried to tease him, and so she stopped. Nuada felt victorious… For a few days only.

Nuada was sitting in his room reading the documents given to him to fill when he heard his door slightly open. Other humans probably wouldn't have noticed, but he was no human with weak senses, and from the reflection of one of his hanged swords he could see that it was (Y/n) tiptoeing slowly towards him. She was obviously trying to attack his ears again and Nuada would have laughed at her attempt if it wasn't so cute. He took few deep breaths to prepare himself for what is about to happen, she was going to try and rub his ears or pinch the tip again.

Oh, how wrong he was.

(Y/n) latched her arms around his neck and buried her face to his neck, as expected she started to rub his left ear with his left hand, Nuada would have shuddered if it wasn't for his willpower. However, his victory was short-lived as his human pulled her head from his neck and attacked his right ear by nibbling it, and with that, the shields that he has put up had shattered to the ground as he let out an audible groan of pleasure at her action. And before he could relish in the feeling she pulled away and he turned to give her a confused look on why did she stop.

"I won!" (Y/n) exclaimed with a jump as she punched her fist to the sky in victory.

Nuada's eyes widened slightly at her action before they narrowed dangerously. (Y/n) noticed that and the smile flattened as she shrieked at his gaze. Feeling like a prey facing its hunter.

"Come on, you are not really mad are you?"

He stood up slowly and walked to you, but you also kept going backward at every step he took until your back his the door, which closed against your pressed weight. Nuada reaches forward and you closed your eyes waiting for anything but nothing came. You opened your eyes when you heard the sound of the door lock, your gaze met Nuada's intense stare as a grin slowly formed on his face. He pressed his body against your own and raised his other hand to place it on your waist before slowly tracing it down to your outer thigh, he then leaned in closer to you towards you until he pressed his lips against yours. Your eyes went wide from the contact, the Elven prince moved his lips over yours intensely and passionately, you could only let out small moans as he deepened the kiss for more. You were melting in his arms and wanted nothing more than to give in, but when you started to kiss back he grasped your thighs and forced himself away from you causing you to let out a small whine at the loss of his touch. Your cracked open your eyes to stare up at Nuada through lowered lashes. His grin hadn't faltered but his eyes held such strong lust as they stared down at you.

"N…Nuada.." You finally let out, not wanting him to stop but before you could say anything he said with a chuckle.

"You see little one, Like yourself, I know all of your weaknesses." Nuada said as he leaned in again.

He raised one of his hands and tangled his fingers in your (H/c) locks of hair. Gently he pulled your head back so your throat was bared more for his leisure. You moaned softly as his lips caressed over your flesh and placed soft kisses along your jugular. He then suddenly fisted your hair and grasped one of your arms tightly causing you to whimper but you still didn't move for the pain also was pleasurable. Nuada chuckled against your throat, before moving up to your ear.

"Did you think, after everything you did that you will be rewarded with pleasure?" He asked. His warm breath wafted over your ear, making you shudder in his embrace.

"W… What are you gonna do about it?" You couldn't help but ask causing his hold on you to loosen a little just enough so your eyes could meet.

Nuada licked his lips as the equal lustful stare you gave him.

"Then I have to punish you." He said heatedly. "Though I doubt you will learn anything, now would you?"

"No…" You answered with a grin. "I would not."

Nuada's grin widened at your answer.

"Such a troublesome human I have here."

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I hope you guys enjoyed it and I am sorry that it is short and not spicy enough.

#prince nuada x reader #nuada x reader #hellboy 2 the golden army #hellboy the golden army

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ethereal-blossom · 3 years ago

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babe! I'm so glad you opened requests again! How about Yosano headcanons for taking her partner with self esteem issues go shopping? What will she do to raise their confidence? ~🍒

a/n: yes yes yes!! that's so cute, cheri <3 and it will be my first time writing for yosano🙈 also, i have made a small start in reading the manga's and the light novels which somehow made me love yosano even more.

🚨warning(s): none

masterlist

self esteem issues? not on yosano's watch.

shopping may be something that you try to avoid, but how can one refuse yosano? you can't. besides, she's a very reliable and entertaining person to have around.

if you're hesitant to pick clothes out for yourself then yosano will do it with all the love for you.

this woman is fashionable and she knows it. yosano has great taste and she knows exactly what fits your style and what would look gorgeous on you.

when yosano picks something for you and you are not confident in how it will look on you, yosano knows her way to convince you to try it. she's either going to be very innocent about it or she'll be a little tease.

yosano places the clothes she picked out in front of your body and she either smiles softly to make you feel at ease and says: "really? i think you would look wonderful in it, love. can you try it for me, just this once?" or a mischief twinkle appears in her eyes and she says in that seductive voice of hers: "really? i think it will look ravishing on you. shall we test that theory, hun?

but it really depends which reaction suits you the best.

yosano is going to be honest if something isn't as good looking on you as she thought it would and she will do that very respectfully and gently, but when something looks fantastic on you, yosano is going to make sure you see that, too.

flattering compliments here, soft and light touches there, eyes that look at you with either adoration or hunger.

and if you somehow still don't realize how absolutely beautiful you look in one of the outfits, yosano is going to name the details she adores about you and how the clothing item highlights it.

also, this beautiful woman does not care how much the two of you buy. she sees it, she likes it, she wants it, she got it.

okay, but imagine if the two of you are looking for accessoires and especially if it are bracelets, rings or watches. basically anything that has to do with your hands, because while inspecting the item yosano is going to take her sweet time. she touches your hand, your fingers, your wrists, turn them a little around for 'a better perspective' and traces her fingers over your bare skin. also kind of gets the image of cutting your fingers off.

but yosano would be so gentle with a little bit of teasing throughout it and trying to uplift your self esteem.

if you ever ask her why she wants to shop specifically with you, yosano says that it is because there's nothing better than shopping with someone you love the most. and she basically means to say that she hopes she makes you feel comfortable, too. two flustered cheeks would be visible on the doctor's face afterwards even though she tries to hide it.

she's absolutely soft for you.

#yosano x reader #yosano x you #yosano x y/n #bsd headcanons #bsd x reader #yosano akiko #akiko yosano #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd hc's #bsd x you #bsd x y/n

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othermainblog · 3 years ago

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A (Not So) Quiet Morning

A/N: This really is the first fanfic I’ve written in years huh. I was feeling inspired because I desperately want more fluffy content between Kaeya and Crepus so I guess I’m making my own food at this point. Featuring some of my personal headcanons, see the bottom for more if you’re interested. Enjoy!

On a clear and pleasantly cool midmorning, while working on his newest painting in the study, Crepus Ragnvindr finds himself struck by an impulse.

It is a peaceful morning. Diluc has decided to visit Jean across the city, bringing that tortoise of his with him to go and visit hers. The servants have busied themselves elsewhere to give him the quiet atmosphere he desires while painting. And Kaeya, in an unprecedented move, has sought his company over Diluc’s.

Crepus is not ignorant to the importance of this moment. He is hyperaware of Kaeya’s presence in the room with him, where the boy has chosen a couch with a very tempting sunbeam on which to curl up with a book. Admittedly, it is wreaking havoc on his ability to concentrate on the scene he intends to paint, but there is no bitterness to accompany that fact.

Because Kaeya rarely seeks out Crepus’ company on his own, more often tagging along with Diluc when his brother seeks his attention. Crepus has worried that this indicates a lack of trust in him, but he has been unsure on how to address the problem.

Today, that doesn’t seem to be an issue in the least.

Again, as it has done countless times this morning, Crepus finds his eyes sliding over to observe his newest son without his conscious desire. He finds himself wondering what is happening in Kaeya’s book; whatever the narrative turn, it must be one that Kaeya is enjoying, because when Crepus looks his way, he sees a subdued smile on his son’s face.

He can feel his own mouth curling in response — a reaction he is quite familiar with from his years spent raising Diluc. In this moment, despite his many regrets, Crepus Ragnvindr feels like the most fortunate man in Teyvat.

The sudden lack of sound must be more obvious than he realized, though. As Kaeya moves to turn to the next page, he glances up at Crepus. Something about his expression must startle Kaeya, because his eye goes wide, the smile becoming uncertain and small.

That won’t do at all, thinks Crepus.

Giving Kaeya as kind a smile as he can muster, Crepus heaves himself to his feet, taking a moment to wipe his hands on the damp cloth one of the servants has had the foresight to bring to the study before making themself scarce. Then he approaches the couch.

“May I sit with you, Kaeya?”

Kaeya looks a bit bemused at this point, but nods and lowers his book to his lap, marking his place with one thumb.

Crepus lowers himself carefully to sit next to Kaeya, rather on the other end like Kaeya undoubtedly expected him to. He keeps an eye on the other’s reaction — curious but not alarmed. Excellent.

Crepus settles, and then deliberately turns so that Kaeya has his full attention. He smiles. “That looks like a good book.”

Kaeya tilts his head a bit, then flips the book to show Crepus the cover. Clearly he has no concept of where this is going, but he seems willing to play along and find out. Crepus again is humbled by the trust in him that that shows.

“Ah, that is a good one. One of my favorites, when I was about your age. I remember how determined I was to finish it, the first time. More than that, I remember how tired I was the next day, after I stayed awake all night to finish it. I actually fell asleep during lessons! My tutors were not pleased. My hand still aches to this day, they made me write so many lines.” Crepus grins and playfully shakes his hand out for emphasis.

A shy little smile is his reward, hesitantly amused by this anecdote. It is, however, much too quick to fade away again.

It is as he is processing the disappointment of this that the impulse strikes. It is one he is not wholly unfamiliar with, being a father for a good many years now, but one that has until now only reared its mischievous head around Diluc.

Crepus has kept a certain small distance between himself and Kaeya in the time he has spent with him, not through his own desires, but out of fear of frightening the boy. Not to say that he has been able to to completely suppress the desire to tease Kaeya entirely; he considers it his divinely gifted right to do so as a parent. And so far, Kaeya has seemed surprised to be included, but not unhappily so. Crepus does not think it is wishful thinking to say that Kaeya has come to trust Crepus, not with today’s request to spend the morning with him instead of his best friend.

It is this last thought that decides it. Crepus allows that spirit of mischief to posses him fully.

“Come now. That won’t do, Kaeya.” Crepus injects some transparently false gravitas to his voice, to signal the game. He would never want his sons to seriously think he was disappointed in them for even a moment.

The ploy works. Kaeya sits up straighter, open curiosity on his face. He studies Crepus for a moment before coming to a decision and twisting his upper body to place the book on the side table. Then he turns back to look up at Crepus, hands relaxed on the knees of his crossed legs. Open body language, an acceptance of Crepus’ playful invitation.

Crepus feels his falsely somber expression melt at the edges. A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, and he gives up the pretext.

“That wasn’t nearly enough. I think I need to see a bigger smile than that.”

Kaeya blinks as Crepus leans closer, lifting his hands with deliberate slowness, making it clear that he will stop if Kaeya wants him to. Kaeya does not stop him, and Crepus’ grin only widens.

“Fortunately, I have a good idea of what to do to fix this.” And Crepus proves the idea a good one indeed, as his fingers gently press into his son’s sides and wiggle.

The reaction is immediate: a jump, a surprised intake of breath, and two small hands placing themselves on his own. Crepus pauses, seeing if Kaeya will signal for him to stop, and feels warm as the signal doesn’t come. Kaeya’s hands do not push his away, and his nervous look is tinged with a playful excitement — an expression universally familiar to parents, he is sure. Crepus grins and attacks in earnest.

His hands move upwards, digging gently into ribs that are still a bit too prominent for Crepus’ tastes, and is rewarded with an exhale that shudders as it catches on a laugh. Kaeya squirms, curling away, mouth wavering into a smile, still not pushing Crepus’ hands away, and Crepus is so very fond of this boy.

It is the work of seconds to turn that exhale into a proper laugh, and Crepus is delighted to learn that his youngest son is, as it turns out, a giggler.

“Maha-! Ahaha! Master Crehehep-!” Kaeya wriggles into the arm of the couch, curling up and kicking his legs and not managing to get even one finger off of his ribs on his own.

Well, Crepus can certainly help him with that, at least.

Those fingers creep further up, worming their way under his arms to look for more giggles.

Kaeya squeaks, squeezing his arms to his sides as hard as he can and slipping against the arm of the couch until he is nearly on his back, legs coming up to again kick at nothing. It is a perfect opportunity to change targets, and one that Crepus has no problem taking advantage of. While one hand stays put, the other reaches to snag one little knee.

The reaction is a bit startling. Kaeya yelps and then bursts into the kind of laughter that can only be described as hysterical. For the first time, he manages to land a hit with the other foot, though without much force. Crepus pauses, startled, and when he looks at Kaeya he sees his son is just as surprised himself. Kaeya stares at him for a moment, eye wide, before giving a cutely nervous smile and shrinking down further into the couch.

After waiting for a signal that doesn’t come, Crepus smiles at the silent permission and slides his hand down to wrap around his calf. Holding his leg still, he brings the other hand, not back to the kneecap, as Kaeya undoubtedly expected, but behind the knee.

Evidently, this is spot is a winner as well, because Kaeya jerks and wheezes on his laughter, squirming and, after only a moment of this, letting out a snort.

Crepus can’t help but laugh at the way Kaeya freezes and slaps a hand over his mouth to contain any more, before another burst of laughter gets the better of him and he removes it to suck in more air.

Of course, all good things must come to an end, and Crepus would rather it end before it becomes unpleasant in truth. So he stops the gentle flutter under his son’s knee and releases his leg, watching in amusement as he immediately pulls it back to curl up in a little ball as he regains his breath.

Crepus allows him silence as he recovers, and eventually Kaeya gets enough breath back to uncurl and push himself upright again. He eyes his father from this new vantage point before asking.

“What was that for?”

“Ah, I’m afraid I had no other choice,” Crepus tells him solemnly. “It was vitally important that I hear you laugh today, and how else was I to do it? You never laugh at my jokes, after all.”

“Maybe you’re just not good at telling jokes,” Kaeya counters, and then freezes as he realizes his own daring.

Crepus only laughs again, reaching out to stroke displaced strands of blue out of his face. “In that case, it’s a good thing I have you around to practice on. I’ll be sure to improve my material with your valuable feedback.” His heart feels near to bursting at the way Kaeya relaxes and laughs softly again, leaning into the touch.

“I guess so.”

A/N: As with most people, I don’t think Kaeya as an adult and Kaeya as a child were exactly the same. Even putting aside the can of worms that is the whole Khaenri'ahn plant thing, getting adopted by a family in a totally foreign country is a lot for a kid to deal with. I imagine he was a little uncertain about his place at first. Of course, I also headcanon him as a bit of a little shit (but a cute one) so once he felt more settled I’m sure he could get a bit mouthy sometimes too haha.

I also headcanon Kaeya switched off between calling him “Master Crepus” and “Father” but this is set before he tried out “Father” for the first time, he’s working up to it.

#kaeya #crepus #my fics #genshin impact #just some family bonding #i really wish we got more canon content with these two #kaeya would not have felt guilty and conflicted if he didn't love Crepus #lee!kaeya #tickle fic

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sup-hoes-its-me · 4 years ago

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Adore You (Yamato x Reader)

A/N: hi guys. Yamato is your secret admirer and you are desperate to find out who's been leaving all these gifts at your doorstep. Civilian reader. Will be two parts, and since i just found out i have the coronavirus and cant leave the house, i’ll be putting out the second part very soon.

Ps i headcanon that yamato would be very shy and awkward with his crush. i also think that when he is nervous he definitely has really sweaty hands. idk thats just the vibe i get from him lol. please enjoy.

Word count: 4500

Y/N walked down the street after a long day of working in the bakery, kneading dough and icing cakes and sweets. It was a great job, and she really enjoyed the company of the two elderly owners. In her arms was another small picnic basket filled with sourdoughs and garlic loaves and cinnamon raisin buns. Those leftovers served as her breakfast, lunch, and dinner most days and it saved a lot of money on groceries.

Sometimes, she gifted the bread to friends and family though, like tonight.

As she walked the bustling streets, people walking home from work for the night, she noticed a couple of familiar faces sitting in the windows of a nearby restaurant. Feeling a little social, she walked into the restaurant and turned the corner, walking through the tables and past other booths full of people talking and drinking. It was busy tonight in Konoha, everyone getting ready for the weekend.

She came to a stop beside their table, and shifted so her basket rested in the slight curve of her hip. With her free hand she waved to the men, a small smile gracing her lips.

“Kakashi, Yamato,” she chirped, “I saw you guys in the window on my way home from work and thought I’d stop in to say hello.”

“Y/N. What a pleasant surprise.” Kakashi hummed, peering over his glass of golden liquid at his friend, who he could tell was struggling to figure out what to say or do. Yamato wasn’t normally nervous; he was very cool headed. How else would he become such an important Anbu member? But around Y/N, this woman with flour dusted in her hair and the smell of cinnamon and chocolate on her clothes, he crumbled. Just that smell alone could make Yamato lose his composure. And Kakashi knew that very well. “As a matter of fact, we were just talking about you.”

Yamato coughed on his drink, covering his mouth with his arm to keep from spitting up on the table. Even if they were just talking about her, it was completely uncalled for for Kakashi to stab him in the back like that. He turned to face the young woman who looked down at him with curiosity in her eyes.

“Really? What about?” she questioned, raising a brow.

He averted his eyes to the table again where his hand rested clutching at the glass. “We were just discussing the bakery,” he explained sheepishly, a hand going to rub the back of his neck. He felt the stress coming on, and sweat was beginning to gather on his palms. He felt ill, and more importantly, upset with the friend sitting directly across from him, smirking under that damn mask.

What an evil bastard.

“Mind if I join you guys? I could definitely use a drink.” She motioned to the seat next to Yamato, and he scooted closer to the wall to make room for her. She made sure her basket was sealed and secure before reaching over the table to Kakashi. “Can you sit this next to you? I don’t wanna take up the whole table.”

“No problem.”

She slid into the seat beside Yamato, and he realized just how small their table really was. The chair was clearly made for one person, or maybe two small people. They were just inches away. He could literally feel the heat of her thigh beside his. He was losing his mind, he was sure of it. There was absolutely no reason to act or think this way just because of a woman, a little baker from the village. No reason. It was inappropriate.

He took a deep breath and sipped on his drink. Everything was cool. Y/N L/N was cool.

“What kind of goods are you bringing home tonight?” Yamato asked calmly.

“Uh, lets see. A sourdough loaf and a garlic rosemary loaf. Also, I have about eight cinnamon buns in there,” she listed off the top of her head, “Why? You wanna take some home with you, because that’s fine. I’m not gonna eat all of it.”

“No, not this time.”

“You, Kakashi?”

“Yeah, I’ll take whatever.” It was a free meal for the next day? How could he say no to that?

The waitress came around, and Y/N ordered a tall glass of some sweet drink, something she knew wouldn’t taste like shit but would get her all warm and cozy quick, fruit juice covering up the taste of poison. “So, what were you guys talking about before I came around? I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”

“It’s good you came around, actually. We could use a woman’s opinion here.” Yamato glared at Kakashi, pleading with everything he had for the copy nin to just leave it alone. Kakashi was set in his goals though, and pushed forward with what he was saying. “It’s about Tenzo.”

An even brighter smile grew on her lips, one full of mischief and curiosity. “Oohoho? I see. What’s got you men stuck?” She loved to gossip, it was just something so interesting in her mundane life. Surely, it wasn’t as interesting to shinobi who almost die all the time and always have something to do, but for a village girl who goes home every night to read and eat bread, and then go to work where she just makes and sells said bread, a bit of juicy personal information really intrigued her.

“It’s honestly not a big deal-”

“Our boy here, he’s got a crush.”

Her eyes widened and suddenly, she felt the urge to down even more of her drink. He was interested in someone? She never expected that. He was always so quiet and calm, and kept to himself. He didn’t seem like the type to ever care about someone in that way. She sighed, taking a long sip on her drink, which tasted like peaches and oranges. At least it was sweet enough to help her curb the impending sadness.

Maybe she was stupid for it, but she cared for Yamato. He was such a sweet and kind man, so earnest and gentle. He was everything good about her mornings, when he would walk in and ask for the same hot cross bun to start his day. He would smile and compliment the cake decorating she was working on, and tell her about his missions and what he had to do for the day.

Perhaps Y/N had the tiniest of crushes on Yamato. It was something she would never reveal to anyone else, but it was true. She couldn’t deny herself that fact.

Kakashi stared at the woman, gauging her reaction to the statement. From the way she immediately went to sip away half of the drink in her glass, and the way her shoulders curled in on themselves, he could guess how she was feeling. He wasn’t usually a fan of meddling in other people’s business, but he was beginning to feel tired of Yamato complaining day in and day out about how he could never get the girl or express his feelings. He was afraid of rejection, as sad as that might be.

He was just there to give them a push in the right direction.

“I see.”

“What do you think he should do? What do the civilian girls like?”

This crush was just another civilian. It would be one thing if he fell in love with a kunoichi, someone she would never be able to compete with, but the thought of him choosing another normal woman over her, the envy practically oozed from her pores. What did this other girl have that Y/N didn’t?

Y/N ordered another drink when the waitress walked by. And then another after she drank the second one. Might as well get more down and drown out these jealous thoughts.

Meanwhile, she listed off things that random women normally like when men do for them, things she didn't really care about like chocolates and asking them out to dinner and giving them stuffed animals. Boring things. Things they all already knew. Kakashi agreed that the advice was kinda bland, and he could have come up with that easily.

Yamato eyed her down nervously as she practically chugged the rest of her drink. The woman wasn’t a big drinker, just a couple innocent cocktails here or there, never with the intention of getting drunk.

“You okay, Y/N?”

“Yes, I’m perfectly fine,” she told him smoothly. “Anyway, I’m not done telling you all about us village girls.”

The third drink came by and she sighed, taking another long sip. At least it tasted good, that made it easy to drink and drink and drink.

“Maybe you should slow down.”

“Maybe you should worry about yourself. I’m grown. I can handle myself, Yamato.” He felt a pang in his chest at her sharp words, ones that he’d never really heard directed toward him. She scolded Kakashi on the daily for being a pervert, but only kind words met Yamato’s ears previously. “Anyway, about this girl. Have you tried getting her anything as a gift? The things I listed before? Love notes? That sorta thing?”

He shook his head. “Well, no. I haven’t tried anything yet.”

“That’s the thing about you, Tenzo. You’re so modest. If you want the girl, you need to go in and get her. You need to show her what she means to you, since you can’t bring yourself to just outright tell her.”

“The whole bold displays of affection aren’t my thing.”

She hummed, her head lolling from side to side as she twirled the straw of her drink in between her fingers. “Maybe you should try some roundabout approach since you’re so scared of rejection. Send her anonymous letters and gifts, give her little clues that it’s you and see how she reacts.”

“Like a secret admirer?"

“Exactly! That’s sooo romantic. I wish some guy would do that shit for me.”

Kakashi raised a brow. “Oh, really?”

“Of course. I’m almost 27 and I’ve never had a long lasting relationship. I just want some guy to really, I don’t know, just love me. Love who I am, not hook up with me for my body or-or only pretend to like me for coupons on bread,” she complained, quite loudly as well. “Fuck those guys and their bread discounts...”

“Y/N-”

“I’d suggest you do something like that for your crush. Make her feel like you really care about her mind and soul.” Y/N clutched her hand over her heart and squeezed the front of her dress. “So many men nowadays act like horny teenagers, and us ladies are sick of it.”

She really did not need to go into such detail, and Yamato could tell she was drinking too much. Y/N would never say these things aloud if she were completely in her right mind. He felt rude just sitting there letting her rant on and on, exposing her own feelings to the table. But at the same time, he was grateful to know what she wanted in a lover. She never really let on what her romantic life was like, other than single for the most part.

That is what he and Kakashi were discussing before she came around. He was desperate to sweep her off her feet and woo her, to make revealing his feelings easier. Kakashi told him to just go to the bakery and tell her right then and there, but that was just too bold. He wasn’t going to go in without a plan, it was irrational.

“Yamato, I’m telling you, if this woman rejects you, she’s fucking stupid. You’re a catch. You and Kashi over there, both of you could get any woman you want, and that’s a fact.” the woman waved her hand to emphasize her point, only to knock the rest of her fourth drink over into her lap, sticky syrup soaking into her apron and through to her skirt. “Oh man.”

“I think it’s time for you to head home, little miss Y/N,” Kakashi chimed in, “This is exactly why we don’t bring you to bars, you know.”

“Shush. I am fine.”

Yamato sighed, motioning with his hands for her to move to the edge of the seat. He rolled his eyes at her words, knowing she was talking out the ass. “Yeah, yeah. Just get up, Y/N. I’m taking you home.”

Both men were surprised when she lifted her hand and pushed him away from her. Her glare was intense, anger behind those eyes. “No! Not you. I want Kakashi to walk me home.” The man was taken aback by the harshness in her tone. She was normally calm tempered, but her head was spinning and she was obviously growing moody.

“That’s fine by me. Yamato, you’ll pick up the bill for us and uh, clean this mess, right?” Kakashi smirked as he slid out from the booth and picked up her bag of baked goods. She followed suit, climbing out of her seat and grabbing onto the shinobi’s arm tightly. He really couldn’t care any less about her nonsense. It had been so long since they became friends, he’d seen her in every mood imaginable, and much drunker than this. He’s walked her home more than a few times in their past years.

“Curse you, cheap-ass.”

“Gotta go.”

With that, the white haired man walked out the restaurant with a woman in tow. They lived in the same direction, so he started down the street as she stumbled after him, tripping occasionally on pebbles. He felt bad for his friend, really. But the answer was clear as day now. Y/N cared for Yamato a lot more than she let on. It was just up to one of them to make a move. He couldn't do everything for them.

She tripped along beside him, letting her head fall against his shoulder a few times. Her eyes slid up to the man’s masked face, and he felt her hands begin to quiver a bit around his arm, just a tiny bit, but it was still there. Those little, very-telling, tremors.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked gently, knowing she would immediately spill whatever was stuck on her mind.

“Kashi, why does Tenzo want some other village girl?” she questioned, her cheeks puffing out and her eyes getting watery with tears. “Why doesn’t he want me? I want him so badly, it hurts right here.” she placed her free hand over her stomach and gagged. “I might throw up, it hurts so much.”

“Trust me, it’s gonna be okay,” he hushed, a tiny smile on his lips. He didn’t want to reveal too much to her, but it was just so amusing pulling the strings like this. Two of his friends, one a subordinate and the other a sneaky baker, falling for each other right in front of him. With all the work piling up, this was definitely a refreshing take.

“Also, you shouldn't throw up. It'll burn your throat, you know.”

She nodded, and just clutched onto her stomach as they made their way down the narrow alleyways toward her small apartment. He unlocked the door for her when she struggled to fit the key into the tiny hole that blurred together with everything else. He was a good friend, she thought, and made a mental note to thank him next time she saw him. Well, she tried to make a mental note, but when her body hit the mattress in the corner of her small studio, she found herself drifting away.

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God, her head hurt so badly she thought her skull was cracking open right then and there, as she lifted her head from her pillow. Light shined in through the window only to make things worse than before. She looked around the room and noticed that her coat was hung up properly on the hook and her shoes were sitting by the door. Her basket rested atop her counter.

Most importantly, on her nightstand sat a glass of water and a couple pills, ready for her to take the moment she woke up. Kakashi or Yamato must have walked her home and put her to bed. They were very nice men, she enjoyed having them as friends, she just worried she had made a drunken fool of herself last night in front of them. She rarely drank heavily, for that reason. She couldn’t even remember what happened, just that she met them at the restaurant and then the rest fell empty in her mind, little images blending together until she couldn’t decipher a thing that happened. She was more than ashamed.

How could she lose control of herself so casually, she wondered. She never even wanted to drink, much less enough to give her this searing headache. Something must have happened last night that influenced her decisions. Maybe she had a drinking contest with Kakashi like that one time before. If so, that was completely uncalled for on the man’s part. He knew her tolerance.

Nevertheless, she needed to get ready for work. A hangover wasn’t enough to heed the workings of the bakery.

She took the pills, and threw off her covers, walking over to her counter to take out one of the cinnamon rolls, taking a big bite to curb her hunger pains. After taking a moment to compose herself, she got ready for work. If she was late, she knew the owners would be forgiving, but she still felt bad regardless. She was going to walk in looking like a complete disaster.

As she headed out her door that morning, she stumbled on something sitting right at the foot of her doorstep on the welcome mat. Resting there, in a tiny little ceramic pot, stood a bonsai tree, trimmed and cared for perfectly. Her eyes scanned the area for who could have set it there, but met only empty space.

Hesitantly, she picked it up and brought it into her home. There was no note attached, nothing to signal who’d given it to her. Just a little tree that she would put on her window sill. It was strange, she had to admit that, to receive an anonymous gift at such an hour. She’d have to ask her friends about it later on to see if one of them had given it to her, for reasons she didn’t know.

But as the days went by, and those days turned into weeks, she continued to receive gifts every few days. More tiny trees in pots, sometimes flowers in little glass vases. None of them at first had anything attached until the most recent piece which when she picked it up to take into her home, a folded piece of paper sat beneath the vase. She made sure to pick it and put it in her apron to read on her break when she went to work. She didn’t have the time when she woke up only about 20 minutes before she was due at her job.

She was more than grateful for the little garden she was accumulating on her window sill, the beautiful flowers and trees somehow surviving despite her little knowledge of taking care of them. She stopped by a flower store in town to get some fertilizer just to keep them alive. It would be a shame if they died since someone was being so kind as to give them to her.

With her boring life, the flowers brought a smile to her face and a warmth in her heart that she hadn’t felt before. Regardless of who was leaving the items there, she felt like she was important to someone. Some person was taking time out of their day to show they cared about her.

Truthfully, she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t wished it was Yamato leaving her gifts. She’d been attracted to the man for quite some time, ever since they met really. He was just so strong and brave, and awkward in a cute kind of way. He was truly the only man of her affections, and she could only dream she was the object of his as well.

It was more than unlikely though. He was a strong ninja of the leaf. The chances of someone that amazing wanting to be with someone as simple as the town baker were lower than she wanted to admit. He most likely had his eyes set on some gorgeous kunoichi like Shizune or Kurenai. Someone he could relate to, really.

It was embarrassing to even admit she had a crush on him. It made her feel so tiny and weak, knowing that she wasn’t his ideal.

So she pushed that thought from her mind. Yamato would never be interested in her, and he most certainly not the one leaving her little notes and plants.

What she did know was that this person was a shinobi. Maybe not Yamato, but they were definitely a shinobi. She set up a trap, at least one she thought a normal person would fall for. Right before her door, she set up a tiny trip wire made of floss at the perfect level for someone to pull loose when they walked up to leave a gift on her welcome mat. Her room was at the very end of the hallway, so there was no way anyone else except her secret admirer was the one to set off the trap. Any normal person without the high perception of a shinobi would set off the trap and she would be able to narrow down the results to a civilian.

Only, the morning after she set up the trip wire, when she opened her door, there sat another bouquet of flowers, as well as an untripped strip of floss.

This person had to be a shinobi. She concluded. It was the only explanation in her mind, desperate to find out who the mystery person was all this time.

As she walked the streets that afternoon after the store had closed, her eyes honed in on Yamato, who stood next to a vegetable stand picking up some groceries. Immediately, she turned on her heel and cornered him between the squash and the sweet potatoes.

“Yamato, I need to talk to you. It’s urgent. Do you mind?” she practically demanded, and his eyes widened. He did not expect such an abrupt conversation between them. He shifted awkwardly to rest his grocery bag in the crook of his elbow and lean on his left side, arms crossed over his chest.

He knew what she wanted to talk about. It was about those gifts that he had been giving her. It was just a matter of whether she had figured out it was him or not, that was the question. He was kinda hoping she didn’t know yet. He was not ready to face what came after the reveal, rejection or otherwise. He really hadn’t thought it that far out yet. How could he. Just thinking up love notes and what plants to give her next was more than enough to worry about.

But damn, when he looked down at her, hair dusted with flour from a days work, a smudge of cake batter still on her forearm, apron a complete mess, he wanted to cave and tell her everything. She was just so beautiful, so clumsily perfect he couldn’t help but lose his train of thought. He swore he’d never seen a woman more perfect than her, not even Naruto’s sexy jutsu could come close to this girl.

He found his ears heating up and no doubt turning red at the thoughts running through his mind, and he was quick to smother them down. He was not irrationally emotional. Hell, he was ANBU, he should be able to control his emotions down to a tee.

“Yes, Y/N?”

“I have a secret admirer, and I know they are a shinobi.”

He felt himself growing nervous. How had she deduced that? “Ah, that’s definitely exciting for you. How do you know it’s a shinobi?”

“I know because I set up a tripwire last night and the person didn’t set it off, so I know they are coordinated enough to avoid it. This isn’t just some random village boy. This is someone skilled.”

“Y/N, he could have very well just avoided the trap with his natural gait, don’t you think?” he tried to reason with her, try to get her off his trail. Admittedly, he thought she was quite clever for setting up the trap. When he walked over it the night before, he swore it was just a spider web. He didn’t even consider the possibility of a trap in his way.

If only he could throw her off his scent. He needed more time. He couldn’t confess to her now. It was too abrupt, too sudden. He would probably die.

“No, I’m convinced it’s a shinobi.”

Shit. “Well, what are you going to do now?”

She thought for a short moment on what she was going to say, tapping her foot on the ground beside her. Her eyes widened and she smiled at the thought that ran through her mind. Of course, it was so obvious. “The gifts come sporadically, so I know that the shinobi can’t leave gifts when they are on missions. Next time there is a long break in gifts, I will just ask around to figure out who has been on a mission for a while. Bam, I’ve got my answer. It’s foolproof.”

She really had thought this through more than him. She was too good, and he felt himself panicking. He had a weeklong mission in 3 days, and if she asked anyone, they would tell her it was him. He felt moisture gather up at his brow, and he internally cursed his situation. He had to find some way out of this mess without her figuring out it was him.

“Yeah, that could definitely work. I hope it all works out for you, Y/N,” he lied through his teeth.

“I know. I’m just smart like that, aren’t I?”

“You sure are,” he muttered, but honestly, he just wanted to go off and find Kakashi. He needed to talk to him. His eyes slid away from Y/N and he sighed. “I’ve got to go, but I’ll see you around, yeah?”

“Yeah, of course. Don’t forget to stop by before your next mission to get some of our special food pills, okay? I just made a new batch and you can try them free of charge. Anything for a fella as handsome as yourself.” She laughed, shifting her weight to press a hand to her hip.

Jeez. There was no good reason for her looking so adorable. Calling him handsome as well? It was all too much for his heart to handle. Needless to say, he felt like he was going to explode if he didn’t walk away right then. With that, he simply nodded before patting her shoulder. “Like I said, gotta go.”

“Oh, okay. See you around.”

“See you.”

He walked away quickly, heading in the direction of Kakashi’s apartment, knowing he just had to do something about the mess he was currently in, and ways to avoid the inevitable. His heart was racing so fast he thought he might be having a heart attack. How could he be swayed so easily by a pretty face. He had no idea, but he really wanted it to stop. For the sake of his sanity, he needed to learn to be calm around her.

He would tell her soon, get all this off his chest and share his true feelings. He just needed a bit more time.

#yamato tenzo #yamato x reader #naruto x reader #naruto one shot #yamato one shot #naruto imagines #tenzo #naruto #naruto shippuden #sorry for getting this out so late i was so tired from my new accelerated geography class i almost died #but here we are #my sick ass will have the second one out probably tmr night maybe sunday morning #yamato imagine

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nizawrites · 4 years ago

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S/O GETS SOUP ALL OVER THEIR DRESS (william, moran and albert)

warning: slight nsfw for moran's scenario?? actually it's kinda suggestive soooo 😳

You and william would be on a date in this beautiful restaurant.

It was a weekday and there weren't much customers since you two had went to the restaurant at an odd time.

You were seated at a table near the the window, over viewing the beautiful street.

William had ordered a egg dish and some bread for the two of you while you went for a soup dish to satisfy your soup craving.

You and william were just casually talking about the things you two wanted to do in the afternoon when you reached for your water glass, you accidentally hit the bowl of your soup, pouring it all over your lap.

Thank god, the soup wasn't that hot anymore 😳

William would chuckle lightly at your clumsiness and get up from his seat, holding the table napkin, offering to help you clean up.

"i-i'm so sorry—" you squeaked softly as you gently pushed back your chair, looking at the small mess you have made.

"It is alright love." William would softly say as he pushed his chair back, swiftly picking up the table napkin and walking over to you. "Let me clean you up, hmm?"

You could only blush and nod at his offer as he gently dabbed at the spots that were soaked in soup contents. He smiled softly at you as he continued cleaning the spots that could be cleaned.

"Hmm, some of the spots won't come off but" He softly said before standing up to put the napkin onto the table, he immediately took his coat off of his chair and placed it on your lap. "Here, wear my coat later on so that you can hide the soup stains." william would say with a soft smile.

"thank you, love. i am sorry for the mess....i'm just a little clumsy you know." You would say as you scoot back into your chair and looking down at your lap.

William had taken his seat across from you and had placed some bread on your plate. "That's alright darling, I think it's cute that you are clumsy and it really doesn't matter because after all, you are my clumsy little angel." he would say before flashing you the most sweetest smile.

This man would take you to a resto-bar because he’s obviously going to drink with you.

Doesn’t matter what time it is cause he will get you two some alcoholic drinks.

You two were on a casual date since you suggested that you two should get out of the house and do something together like other couples do.

So that is how you both ended up dinning at a resto-bar.

He would order a rice meal perhaps a chicken dish or a curry meal while you opt for a light meal such as a fish and chips kind of meal.

Luckily, today was free soup day and so the shop owners gave every customer free soup which was pumpkin soup.

The soup was at the counter and you had to claim it for yourself and moran was feeling “lazy” to get the soup and he really didn’t want any so you made your way to the counter.

As you were getting the free soup, a little girl from behind accidentally bumped into you, causing the bowl of soup to splatter all over your dress and onto the floor.

The mother of the child was quick to apologize and so was the owner, you just softly smiled and told them it was okay.

You went back to the table, your dress drenched in pumpkin soup, as you stood next to moran.

He would look up from his glass of water and his eyes would go a little wide, definitely from shock.

“Oh my... what happened to you my dear?” Moran would ask as he faces you, his glass being set down onto the table.

“a little girl, bumped into me and i accidentally spilled the soup onto myself.” you say softly as you look down at your pumpkin covered dress.

Moran sighed softly before reaching for the napkins and wetting it with some water from his glass. “Can’t really blame you” he said as he smiled. “Come here, let me clean the chunks off.”

You stepped forward and let moran wipe and dab at the small pumpkin chunks that were scattered all over your dress, you watched as he cleaned the stains with the napkin he had.

“the pumpkin soup would have tasted delicious.” you softly said before lightly pouting as he continued to clean your dress. You really wanted to taste the soup but with the little accident, you dare not go near soups again.

“I am pretty sure it was delicious but,” moran said as he finished dabbing your dress, he looked up at you, mischief dancing in his eyes as he lightly smirked. “Bet you would taste even better than the pumpkin soup.”

“s-sebastian!” you would say as your cheeks turn bright red from his words, you instantly hit his shoulder just enough to wipe the smirk off of his face.

“Ow!” He would say before pulling back and sitting properly. “I did not expect you to hit me, babe.”

“d-don’t say such unnecessary things then!!” you would reply before taking a seat across from him. He could only laugh at your reaction before putting the napkins away.

I headcanon that albert likes taking you out for fancy dinner dates.

You two would probably end up at a nice restaurant somewhere in town.

You would be seated by the window, over viewing a nice river. The moonlight shining down on the river and you could see the water sparkle.

Albert would be seated across from you, he would be going through the menu as you look at the beautiful view.

He would ask you what you would like to have and you would end up getting a pasta dish since you kind of like pasta more than anything else. While albert would opt for a steak meal and some wine for the two of you.

Of course there would be an appetizer which was the cream of mushroom soup which both you and albert would enjoy anyways since it is soup.

When the soup was delivered to your table, the waitress in-charge accidentally misbalanced the soups on the tray thus the soup fell onto your lap and yes it was hot.

Albert immediately stood up as he watched your eyes widen is shock from the heat of the soup, the waitress immediately apologized to you.

You could only smiled and forgive her as you took the napkins into your hands and gently clean up the mess on your lap.

Albert stood next to you as he picked up some napkins and helped you clean up. He would then eventually take of the outer layer of his suit and give it to you.

“Did your thighs get burnt or anything?” He would ask softly as he crouched down and wiped the remaining soup off of your dress, his fingers brushing over your thigh. You could only pout and hiss a little since the soup did quite burn your thighs when the content fell onto them.

“it kind of got burnt since the soup was quite hot.” you said softly as he reached for the ice pack the waitress had left on your table for the outcome of the hot soup. He let you gently ice your thighs through the fabric of your dress. “my dress is a bit ruined now... and so is our dinner, i am sorry albert.”

“Don’t apologize, love. It was an accident and our night is not yet ruined alright? As for the dress, I will get you new ones in replacement for this one. For now, how about we go home and ice your thighs , hmm?” He would suggest as he stood up, giving his hand out for you to hold. “We can take out the dinner and just have it at home.” Albert softly smiled at you as you looked up at him.

Maybe your dress and dinner was ruined by the hot cream of mushroom soup and maybe your thighs ache from the burn but seeing albert smile at you and take care of you made everything better.

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a/n: inspired by my friend's story where they accidentally spilled soup all over their lap during class. sorry for any grammar mistakes!! ♡ hope you guys like this !!

#yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #william james moriarty #albert james moriarty #sebastian moran #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #william james moriarty x reader #albert james moriarty x reader #sebastian moran x reader #anime

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tooweirdforyou · 4 years ago

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Hello!!! May I please ask headcanons of Law x shy! S/O that secretly loves his deep voice? Especially if he's showing dominantand side and his voice going deeper. and he smirks. But one day she accidentally says it to him. Oh god, I think everyone knows where we'll be going. And take your time...... Hope it's not a weird request. (._. )

Bonus when he showed that side for her she (almost) passed out because her heart can't take it in a good way if you know what I mean. 😳

Law With A Shy S/O That Loves His Deep Voice

a/n : mmh, don’t we all love his voice though, I-

I’m going to go on a limb and assume you want this to be nsfw..? Like hinted, because if you don’t give me clear and specific requests then I might do it my own way of what I imagined you wanted so.. if I’m wrong, let me know and I’ll make a new one for you thats sfw.

Warning : Slight NSFW near the end.

Summary : headcannons for Law with a significant other that loves his deep ass voice.

Law would already have a good idea that you’re in love with his voice, especially when he deepens it.

He’ll first notice, when you keep zoning out during his talks with you. He’ll be explaining something important and notice you’re no longer paying attention and have your attention focused on his voice instead of his words.

So when Law purposely deepens his voice a little while he’s talking, and seeing you bite your lip slightly, Law can’t help but give you an amused smirk.

He’ll finish up his sentence and stop talking, and that’s when you return to reality, just seeing Law staring at you, an unreadable expression across his face.

Feeling your cheeks warm at being caught not listening, you clear your throat. “Sorry, you were saying?”

“I already finished talking.” He answers back simply, making you a bit more embarrassed and give a sheepish giggle. “Oh, are you? I knew that..”

Law only nods, keeping your secret love of his trait in mind as he turns away. “It’s already time for dinner, so go eat, [Name]-ya.”

When you two part ways, you let out a soft breath of relief and could only hope you weren’t noticed nor in trouble later on and just continue about your night.

Now, even though Law isn’t much of a talker, that changes around you.

And so the next several days, Law is purposely deepening his voice around you more, teasing you here and there and watches as your cheeks turn pink and you become distracted, often just staring at the ground or over at his lips and listening intently to his voice.

You wouldn’t even notice he was doing it on purpose, you were just enjoying his sexy, husky voice and not the words that come out.

When you two are alone and Law has a bit of free time, that’s when he decides to confront you about it.

It’s late at night, you and him are sitting together on the bed with him leaning against the headboard and reading a book, while you sit at the edge, having just returned from a shower and a towel wrapped around your neck.

“[Name]-ya.”

Looking up from whatever you were doing, you glance to Law. “Yeah?”

Law withheld a small smirk as he stares at you a bit. “Is something wrong? You’ve been zoning out lately every time I try to speak with you.” As he said this, his voice would intentionally lower just a tad.

Hearing his voice and just barely his question, you chew on your bottom lip and quickly shake your head. “Of course not, I guess I’m just getting more distracted easily, is all.”

Now that, would make his smirk slip from his lips. “Oh? And what are you getting distracted from?” He would put his book aside and reach over, pulling you over closer to him, you hovering over on top before he flips you both so he was above you.

He smirks down at you amusingly as he leans close, right hand gripping your wrist and the other reaching down to your chin.

Feeling the blush reaching your cheeks, you part your lips to speak but Law interrupts you, as his thumb glides over your lower lip. “Is it the way I talk?”

“Is it how I look?..” each question he spoke, he was leaner closer and closer to your face, right until he made it to your ear. His hot breath fanned it as he spoke dangerously low and huskily.

“Or.. perhaps, it’s my deep voice that’s distracting you?..”

You let out a small whimper at his tone, cheeks darkening it’s blush as you bit your lip and let out a breathy sigh.

“Y-Yes, god, I love your deep voice..” you admit shyly, trying to bury your head into your towel as you turn away from him.

Law’s smirk widens and hidden in his eyes, lust and slight mischief could be seen. He was clearly pleased and getting amused from your reaction.

“I see..” He turns your chin so you face him as he leans down and stares deeply into your eyes as he connects his lips with yours.

The kiss is deep, filled with lust and desire as he continues to stare into your widened eyes and watch your red cheeks.

His eyes soon closes slowly as he deepens it more and lets his tongue slip in carefully.

When he finally pulls away, a small trail of saliva left between both of your lips, Law only smiles smugly at the sight and you could feel your heart about to explode out of your chest.

You were feeling hot and with how sexy Law was looking and his deep voice, you could feel yourself becoming antsy and shifting your legs to create some friction.

“Law..” you mutter out weakly, almost pleadingly as you kept your eyes anywhere but him.

Law only give a small chuckle. “What is it, [Name]-ya? I can’t do anything if you don’t tell me what you want.” His deep, low voice teased the hell out of you as you whine.

“Please, Law..” you mumble again, trying to get him to start moving as you shifted your legs more under him.

Smirking, Law decides to give in to your pleas and leans down to you again.

“If that’s what you want, [Name]-ya. I’ll give it to you.”

a/n: sooo, not as great as I hoped :( I’m sorry. I hope this is kind of what you were looking for? I did change it up a bit so I’m sorry about that too.

SO SORRY THIS WAS RUSHED TOO I DONT KNOW WHAT HAPPENED. I GUESS I JUST WANTED THIS OUT QUICKLY 😭 ITS ALL OVER THE PLACE

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plush-rabbit · 3 years ago

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A Gift For Mr. Compress - Headcanons

Request: plushie, your favorite compress anon is back, with a hcs request! cause i'm a sucker for handmade gifts and i couldn't stop thinking about it so how about atsuhiro receiving something this time? something liiiiike ....a plushie! made by his s/o, of like an animal that he reminds her of (thinking of a red panda cause they kinda share the same color scheme as him and are also known escape artists! like the zoo's gotta keep careful watch on them or they might make a break for it! the little rascals; their eyes are also warm chocolate and sparkly with mischief! oh.. and the eyebrows!! how could i forget the little eyebrows!! they too have in common)

i got an idea ..hidden pockets!! for his marbles!! like a pez candy dispenser or y'know kinda like that car meme *slaps plushie* this bad boi can fit so many marbles in it! so you can add this bit to the story <3

A/N: You are my favorite and rightfully so

Whether it be with his words or through his actions, it is no surprise that Atushiro is an affectionate partner. He’s always making sure that you know just how much he appreciates you. It’s through small gestures on most days- making you breakfast or giving you your favorite snack. Throughout your relationship and even preceding it, he's always gotten you gifts and has even made a few for you ranging from personalized cards to gifting you something that could only be explained with a boop to the nose, and telling you not to worry about it.

Despite the clear instances of robbery- that he commits for you- he tries to give you what you want or what you’ve shown interest in. He wants to give you things simply because he wants to, he doesn’t expect anything in return because every gift to you is a gift to him as cliché as that is. He likes knowing that he was the one who made you smile, who knows you well enough to give you what you want before you’ve even realized it. His status as a villain is one that he takes pride in, but to you, he is nothing more than a misunderstood man, leaning down and sliding his mask away to press a kiss against your lips as he hands you a bag in your hands.

He’s given you many things and while you two have exchanged gifts, you’ve never given him something handmade like he has to you and you want to change that. It takes a long while before you actually find what you can do. You could draw something for him, but then he wouldn’t have a place of his own to place it and the League can only stay stationary for so long. You could knit him a scarf- the thought of him wrapped in a thick off-color white yarn scarf has your face burning and hidden in your palms. A knit sweater sounds nice but he already has his coat and while you’re sure that he would exchange his coat for your sweater, you aren’t confident that the sweater would be the most efficient attire. You want something that’s useful for him, that can be something that he can admire and be able to hold close to his heart.

It’s a long minute before you decide to settle for a project- sewing- or crocheting, you aren’t sure yet- a stuffed animal. It’s cute, it's something that he can remember when you two are apart, and it’s manageable. The only issue that you have now is deciding what animal you should make. You want something that is reminiscent of him, something that you know he’ll appreciate for the hidden details and time that it took out deciding what to give him.

You scour the internet, desperately typing words that could resemble the man who will slip out of anyone’s grasp. Finally, you decide to go for a red panda- an excellent choice on our behalf that you’re quite proud of. They’re cute, red and white, and cunning. They’re just like him. Except smaller. It takes a longer time to come up with a pattern and gather the materials without arousing suspicion from him. You want the small stuffed animal to resemble him so you even gather yellow fabric, a white feather and a little top hat for the critter.

The project takes a long amount of time and it’s hard to hide your project from the curious man. He has a suspicion that you’re doing something behind his back and rather nosy, he wants to be involved. He’s constantly hovering around you, offering his assistance and raising his hands in front of his chest, telling you that he’s quite the craftsman, and well experienced with his hands. He wants to help you and despite the pout that he gives you, you refuse his services.

With the critter now staring up at you with beady black eyes that reflect your appearance and the little knit eyebrows that you’ve painstakingly made sure were proportioned correctly, you hold the soft plush in your hands. The yellow coat is a similar shade to his, held together by a green button reminiscent of the green jewel that he wears around his neck. The feather tickles your palm as you straighten it out and the top hat is small compared to the size of the head. You smile lovingly at it, your thumb teasing at the parted mouth of the plush, butterflies in your stomach as you think about how he'll react to the secret feature you’ve given his gift.

His gift is placed in a bag stuffed with colorful tissue paper, and held tightly in your hands. You call his name and he is quick to rush to meet you, the door slamming open as he tries to adjust his posture when you catch his frantic motion. His eyes land on the bag in your hand and his mask is removed, his face still hidden by the balaclava. He closes the door behind him, his eyes wide and head tilting as he expresses his interest in the gift you hold. Suddenly, you’ve grown quite nervous. It’s been a long time, days with little sleep and needles that have accidently pricked your skin, and it all comes down to this. Your face is warm as your heart beats rapidly as you opt to hold the gift out to him, your eyes downcast.

With gentle hands, he takes the bag from you. The tissue paper crinkles in his hands and you watch his eyes, fearful for his reaction. Logically, you know that he will love it, you know that he’ll cherish your gift, but the irrational part of you also fears that he’ll laugh at you and toss the gift to the floor. You stay focused on him as his eyes widen when he finally meets the reflective eyes of the stuffed animal. It’s carefully pulled out of the bag, the bag dropping to the floor with a soft crash. He turns the gift around, the corners of his lips slowly turning upwards, his eyes crinkling and without words, he starts to laugh, looking up at you with such a joyous smile that you are rendered speechless.

Atsuhiro closes the space between you, clutching the stuffed animal in his hand and spinning you around. He claims his love for it, promising to never have it leave your side, his lips peppering kisses against your face as the balaclava is removed. His hair bounces in freedom, his face dusted in red as he looks at you. You can only offer the hidden secret to the gift- a small compartment in its mouth where he can store marbles, and all he has to do to retrieve them is squish the tummy. He laughs again, calling you a genius, pulling you for another hug, his face hidden in the crook of your neck as he rubs butterfly kisses against your heated skin. He loves the gift, he holds it close to him and repeats his thanks, a kiss pressed against you at the end of every word.

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tf2-headcanons-and-scenarios · 4 years ago

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Hi!Idk if this has been done before, but could I get some head cannons of how the family of the mercs (Heavy’s mother and sisters, Scout’s mom and maybe brothers, Demo’s mom)react to their s/o and having like a niece/nephew/grandchild depending on the relation.I just think it would be cute

A/N: This can honestly tie in with another headcanon ask I did involving children. As a side note, I personally headcanon Scout’s brothers as being half-brothers. Hope you enjoy! :)

Scout:

- Scout honestly didn’t want his brothers to properly get involved with his life at first, mainly because of how they grew up and how they treated him

- Being half-brothers, Scout doesn’t really trust them too well either

- His mom on the other hand, he wanted to tell her E V E R Y T H I N G that happened in his life. He just loves her too much

- When he brings you home, he’s really nervous about what will happen, especially around his brothers

- Things surprisingly don’t go half bad, especially when you prove to his brothers that you can kick ass

- Scout’s mom is just relieved that Scout was able to find someone wonderful and lovely, and she loves joking around with you and telling you embarrassing stories of her son

- When the time came and Scout had his own children, it was around the time his brothers were settling down and moving on from their delinquent demeanour

- They really enjoy having a niece/nephew to spoil on Christmas, and they’re softies around them

- Scout’s mom is the ultimate Grandma

- She’s the one that allows the children to have cookies before bed, lots of cake and lots of TV

- The children love visiting her as often as possible

Demoman:

- Demoman’s mother was a person that Demoman held high respect and love for

- Being blind has not stopped this woman from whooping her son’s ass if he does something wrong

- When he begins to talk to her about you, she catches on the fact that her son is in love and demands he stop being a coward and confess to you already

- When you both meet at last, she is overjoyed and begins embarrassing Demoman on the spot

- She will tell you stories of his father and their line of generational demolition work, and the fact that the family owns a castle

- When the children eventually arrive in the future, she keeps discipline up but she won’t lay a finger on them

- She lets them sit in front of the TV and gives them snacks so long as they behave and do what they have to do

- She will encourage the grandchildren to become demolition experts

- She will be the granny that lives with the main family

Heavy:

- This man was always putting family above all else, even if it came down to a decision between them and his job

- He didn’t hesitate to introduce you to his mother and sisters, but boy were you nervous about meeting them

- It took a while for his sisters to validate you into the family, mainly because the last thing they wanted to see was their big brother hurt

- When they did accept you into the family, they were like the sisters you always wanted (even if they were intimidating like your Heavy)

- Heavy’s mother took to you like a duck to water and always prepared a feast whenever you accompanied Heavy back home

- When you fell pregnant for the first time, Heavy’s sisters started taking bets on the gender of the child long before you were three months pregnant

- Zhanna somehow won that bet

- To the children, Heavy’s sisters were protective and encouraging much like Heavy was, except they were there to help cause harmless mischief

- Heavy’s mother would be such a gentle grandmother to her grandchildren. She would love babysitting them, singing songs to them and telling them stories of the family

- Hope you like Russian stories, because Heavy’s mother has a whole library stored in her head

Sniper:

- Sniper was so nervous introducing you to his mother and father, especially his dad

- You yourself was scared to make a terrible first impression in front of them

- The moment Sniper Introduced you as his lover, his father dropped to his knees and yelled for joy

- This man lost faith in his son ever finding someone nice to date long ago and boy was he RELIEVED

- His mother took a more non-insane bubbly reaction, embracing you and Sniper into a hug and announcing a family feast

- When they passed away, it took a toll on the both of you, especially when Sniper found out that they weren’t his real parents

- Meeting his birth parents was like introducing Soldier to the idea of higher education; it was an absolute nightmare!

- The constant glares you were given by Lar-Nar and the obnoxious questions asked by Bill-Bell got on your nerves faster than it did for the very patient bushman

- You hated to admit that you were relieved they were selfish enough to bail when things got bad

- When you and Sniper had children, you both told stories of their loving grandparents and how much they would have adored and loved them if they ever met them

- He would often tell the children how his father would have given terrible advice and a shot of whiskey on the rocks by the time they were 12, or how his mother would have become the best pie maker in the world because of them

- Biological parents on Sniper’s side of the family were never mentioned once and good riddance to that

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