#i won't spoil but it made me so giddy

[cloverkeep]

i finished reading bookshops & bonedust today! i thought it was a really sweet story and i liked the different take on the "cozy fantasy" appeal legends & lattes had. was super nice to relax with this past week!!

[idv-sunsxin3]

Rody Lamoree // Random Dating HCs

{Dead Plate and characters belong to Studio Investigrave}

Note// He is like, 80% my type... I love him, though, dhdbdb I guess it's gn for s/o. I'm kinda a straight girl (who loves bl and yuri---), so sorry if I sound too straight./ih

•He is clingy, extremely affectionate, and touch starved... Relationships didn't end well with him because of that. But you managed to soften that by giving him plenty of love and attention when you both make time for each other. You can't say no to his puppy eyes;;;

•Can't cook for his life, is either you teach him how to cook or you both order takeout. If you do decide to teach him, he might fail miserably once in a while like injuring himself somehow or burn water--- he'll feel so bad that he is the reason you're carrying burden through the process but he'll sob more once he notices how patient, caring, and supportive you are while guiding him...

Rody// *sobs while looking at Y/N as if they're god*

Y/N // you okay there, babe?

•He'll die peacefully when he gets called pretty boy, Honey, hunny bunny, puppy, darling- no matter how cheesy or weirdly cute, it is Honey, him feel so giddy amazing 🥺✨️

•He is canonly buff and strong, so I can't help but imagine he is more than happy to carry you around on his shoulder or in bridal style to the point you don't even need to walk at all when he's with you/ih

•He'll compliment you a lot. He is your #1 fan. He'll quickly notice the changes in your appearance in one glance.

•New Haircut? Worshipping you right now. You wore something new? He'll take pictures of you in different angles, including selfies of both of you - red carpet material. You did your nails? Oh god, slay... Oh, what's this? A keychain you bought? That is so cool. He'll be so dramatic about it that it's so funny;😭

•Like man-- he's so supportive. Overwhelmingly supportive. He won't deny anything you decide and just support you till the end-- Like he's too in love to even care. He wouldn't even help but smush your cheeks together and say, "WTH WHY ARE YOU SO PRETTY AUGHHH;;;" (thx to the sketch Rachel made;;;)

•He'll usually respond to you whenever you text him - or even as soon as possible to respond back through letters. He always loves your voice, so there would be times he asks if you can call each other. Having him lean to the side of the wall as he is blushing by the soft whispering in his ear you make through the phone.

•He'll do all his power to spoil you with gifts and expensive dates despite being broke. He'll go the extra mile to always do something so special in your anniversaries.

•Even in Valentine's Day, to the point he may forget to treat himself... you gotta remind him that his birthday is your pride and joy. Like, it's the day god blessed you for letting a beautiful being like him spawn/lh

•HEAR ME OUT- I'm looking respectfully.... No one should deny that this man is pretty muscular ♥️ He is so bashful when you praise his strength. You would also have the privilege to touch his biceps or lean your head on his chest,,,(I swear I'm normal). Just the feeling of you tracing his arm, shoulder, spine, and chest makes him go crazy and so down bad -

•He won't stop talking about you once a question related to you comes up - the victim will never hear the end of it -

•Canonly when you date him, He'll give you flowers that are plucked out of the ground since he cannot afford to bye a prettier bouquet from a flower shop...

•When he's sad, you have to give him words of assurance or hold him close... You can even order any kind of fast/junk food, and he'll be so happy that you would do that for him😭🥺

•If you happen to be smaller than him, he would find the opportunity to hover over you and wrap you up with his hoodie or coat before pulling you to an embrace. Kinda like shoving your head inside the coat;;;

•Besides writing songs and playing the guitar for you, he would also try to sing for you if he wasn't so hella shy about it. hhh;(he sings surprisingly decently tho!!!)

•He loves having a bike ride with you- he once promised that if he ever affords a car, you'll always get the passenger princess treatment, no buts!!!

[spacebaby1]

Requesting something soft! How would nanami be before, during, and after his wedding day? Would he be crying? Does he want a party after the ceremony?

He would be the sweetest husband ever🥲💙enjoy!!

It was a bit surprising to you that you were calm during your wedding day. You woke up, met your bride mates, got ready and were almost done as Shoko was putting on your veil on the phone blinked back to back. Someone was texting you. Utahime looked over the screen then smiled at you, "your hubby is texting." With a huge smile you picked the phone after shoko was done with your veil.

Nanamin: hey, how you holding up?

You: pretty good! Just got ready!

Nanamin: I would ask for a picture but that equal to me seeing you before the ceremony...

You: hahah, nah, don't worry I won't spoil the surprise for you.

Nanamin: I'm so nervous. I can't believe this is happening, we are getting married I'm sorry if I cry.

You: aww, you're gonna make me cry. Don't be nervous. We got this!

Nanamin: I'm so excited to marry you.

Meanwhile he let out a breath he was holding putting his phone in his pockets, Nanami hasn't been this never his whole time and excited at the same time. "You're gonna pop a nerve, Breath." Suguru said patting Nanami's back. "You guys are not helping at all, I'm not nervous. I'm excited."

Satoru laughed, "Yeah, not nervous at all."

Few minutes later you were told it's time for the ceremony. A small ceremony held in a private lake house that Satoru arranged for both of you with your parents, his parents and your few friends only so it was a very small but beautiful spring wedding. Nanami felt his heart beating fast the moment you exited the door and walked towards him down the Isle. Satoru was giddy while Both Hibara and Geto smiled at Nanami; absolutely not helping his nervousness. Halfway through the Isle he couldn't hold his emotions anymore and started crying making you emotional. "Don't make her cry, you'll ruin her make up." The comment from Satoru made everyone laugh including you and Nanami. His vows were beautiful and simple so were yours.

When Satoru said he would plan the wedding reception, he wasn't kidding because it was grand and the party didn't stop till midnight. But first, Nanami and you had your first dance as a couple. At first, you both sat for a while, enjoying the celebrations and taking it all in. A few drinks in Satoru grabbed you both to the dance floor and everyone else. You and Nanami focused on each other, making it easier for him to let loss for once and dance like there is no tomorrow. After most of the guests started to leave, you two decided to sneak out and sit by the lake. With beer bottles in both your hands, you looked at the full moon shining in the dark lake, "See, that wasn't so scary?" You said, causing him to laugh as you took a sip of your beer. He kissed your head, pulling you closer, "Yeah, it wasn't, Mrs. Nanami." You smiled and moved closer to your husbands embrace.

[wandering-tides]

TNE Fandom where are you?

Sujin shippers where are you?

I have Fics to Rec

I don't really go out of my way to rec fics (and I dunno why I have never done this before on tumblr), but BY GOD, have these two fics taken a special place in my heart.

I ADORE everything about them.

They are both Suho x Hajin ships

But the ship aside, I am so incredibly grateful for the authors to have brought them to life and allowed us to read these absolute GEMS of a fic in this little, little fandom of The Novel's Extra.

Really, y'guys have no idea how giddy and excited I get at every update.

Now, the fic in question?

1. Flowers of Agápē by DescendedGaia (Not sure if the author has a tumblr or any other social media... but lemme know if you want me to tag you :) )

Kim Hajin is a failure. There's no two ways to look at that objective truth. It's a truth that resonates through how others look at and ridicule him. It's a truth that echoes infinitely inside his head, compounding and doubling down on his inadequacies. It's a truth, despite the unconditional love of two parents that soothe but cannot dispel those haunting doubts. Kim Suho is simply perfection. The desperate vessel and ideal of Hajin's "ifs" and wishes. Because Kim Suho, the protagonist of Hajin's novel, is everything Hajin wants to be for his parents and more. But, that same story falls apart at the seams the same way Hajin has lost faith in himself. Yet, as the common narrative dictates, everything begins anew with an innocuous email requesting to remake Hajin's novel, his desperation and desire incarnate.

*** Alternatively, the extremes of Korean culture break Kim Hajin into someone who feels much more acutely, and everything shifts to the left.

This is such a MASTERPIECE. Hajin's characterisation in here is just *chefs kiss*. For me, thats one of the biggest plus points in this fic. Hajin is so much more emotionally sensitive in here and feels far more acutely than in the orignal, as should have been.

This fic has been adressing almost all the points that made me frown at or dislike in the orignal novel and manhwa (and from what I can notice, almost every one too).

This fic is kinda a rewrite of the orignal novel, (tho the author follows the manhwa flow of the story) with added Suho interactions, and such good characterization of Hajin, I fell in love at first read LMAO.

So far, there aren't any major spoilers (unless you read the author end note, where they give their own tid-bits of the chap, which sometimes contain spoilers too, or go to the comment section which may sometimes give you spoilers to the novel lol) If you are caught up with the manhwa, or atleast the season 1 of manhwa, then so far there won't be any spoilers for you!

And I think i'll stop talking about it here cuz if I keep going, I think i'll end up giving in-fic spoilers Lmao

(Oh, btw, this updates every other thursday! So far, it's been consistent in its updates ^^)

So onto the next fic!

2. Mountain To No one by @thek1ngtalks (as k1ng0fn0b0dy on ao3)

There's a number on his smartwatch that leads to nowhere. Suho's gotten in the habit of texting it throughout his day. Today, it texted back.

_ Or, in a world missing Kim Hajin, everyone is worse off. Fixing this starts with (a lot of) text messages between a protagonist and his missing piece.

And Man.... where do I begin? I have SO MUCH to say about this fic but I think i'll end up spoiling the whole fic if I start lmao. It's just so good dammit. Just gonna say that this fic takes after the end of the novel, after the conclusion. Only couple few remembers Hajin in the orignl right? Well, in this fic, nobody does. But Suho is probably (???) Going to be the first to remember... I dunno tbh, the fic is only 2 chaps in (and yes, I really adore it already)

I love what the author did with Suhos character and how he is dealing with the aftermath of... everything. Same goes for Hajin, and I love where they seems to be taking this fic. How they characterizes these two main characters and everything.

Listen, I have a LOT to say but i'll just end up giving spoilers so really go read it for yourself. This is another MASTERPIECE of a fic and I am so grateful for its presence in this little TNE fandom TT

Really, thankyou for such amazing fics authors!!

And that's all from me!! Lol I was so excited while writing this XD (could you tell? Lol)

(I edited this post twice because of all the typos I ended up making in excitement LMAO)

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

How good are the ft2 mercs at baking and cooking respectively

TF2 Mercs Cooking And Baking Skills!

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Oh boy, you've asked a guy who loves to cook a bake, prepare for a ramble.

Moot appreciation: Thank you for your asks! I've had fun with the prompts you've sent it. Also, I love your blog!

Also, oops, a little Spy angst fell in, who would have guessed.

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Demo- I'm gonna go out on a limb and say most people think he can't cook. Wrong! He can cook. Just uh, unique dishes. This man has made haggis for the other mercs, Scout whole heartedly thought Demo was trying to kill them. (Little off topic but, did you guys know deep-fried Mars bars are a Scottish thing)? But in general he can cook, and cook well, it just depends on if what he's cooking is something your willing to try.

I don't think this man can bake, but that won't stop him from trying! He tries to learn, but always gets frustrated when things don't work. Like the cupcakes have been in the oven for well over two hours and are still not cooked? This man is pissed. But what he lacks in an ability to bake, he makes up for by being amazing at decorating cakes and cupcakes somehow? Like he can't bake a cupcake to save his life, but you bet your ass he can turn it into one of the prettiest things with a bag of frosting and sprinkles.

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Engie- This man is so good at cooking its not even funny. Like the he cooks for everyone one night and everyone begs him to cook at least once a month. Sure, is it the healthiest food? Not really. But it is good food! And for the mercs that's all they really care about some days.

I'm gonna be honest, he'd be a really good baker, but has never had any desire to. Never felt the need to. He'd rather just buy whatever he wants or needs. He can, however be convinced to bake, but even then he's indifferent to it. He thinks it's a fine enough hobby but would never find enthralled with it. Is always very proud of his work in either cooking or baking though!

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Heavy- He can cook! And really likes to do it too. He loves making traditional Russian food. Loves being able to share his culture through something so simple. Likes making anything really. Finds cooking to be relaxing. As long as he can be left alone while doing so.

He can bake too, he just choses not to. It's very precise, one wrong measurement and it's all going to hell. He'd love to bake, but at the end of the day I think it would stress him out more than it would calm him down, or more than it would be worth it for the final product.

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Medic- This is such a toss up for me. I want to say he can cook, and cook well. But the other part of me thinks that he'd be way too giddy to use cooking the team dinner to run a test or two. (What am I talking about he put fertility hormones in someone's rations, he'd take any chance to do it (lovingly)! To the other mercs). I guess I'll say he can cook, but be weary of what he's feeding you at any given time. Also I think if he's not in a testing mood he gets all happy at the idea of cooking traditional food as well.

Due to the fact that, may or may not be up to no good when cooking! The mercs are not super keen on letting him into the kitchen. But if Medic manages to convince (threaten) them into trusting him enough to bake, he's insanely good at it! Baking is a science, and he's incredibly good at getting measurements to be perfect. Plus even if he's not using baking or cooking as an excuse to run some tests on his teammates, it's still an experiment in it's own right. So he genuinely enjoys baking and cooking.

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Scout- You really think his mom would let him leave the house without knowing to cook? Sure, he's probably his mom's favorite, and the youngest child, so you'd think he'd be spoiled, but nope! His mom taught him from a young age the importance of having cooking as a skill, and now he loves it. He cooks when he's homesick, it reminds him of his mom, he looks at it as a connection with one another.

Same thing with baking, but I think he likes baking a bit more than cooking due to the presence of a shit ton of sugar. You'd also think this man would be chill in the kitchen. Absolutely not. He hates having other people in the kitchen when he's busy. He finds them to be distracting. Also, he's super cautious when people ask to try what he's baking specifically. He doesn't want someone to get E. Coli, because of the raw flour in the raw cookie dough. All in all, though, when he's alone (or with Pyro if they decide to join Scout). Then he's genuinely enjoying both baking and cooking.

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Sniper- Mr. Runs off instant ramen and fairy bread. Has the basic skills. He could make rice, grilled cheese, and fried eggs if need be. But for the most part, he can't cook. He has a stove in his van, and it has never been used other than to boil water. He could learn how to cook if he was really persuaded by a certain team member, but it would take a lot, and it would take a long time to learn how to cook a decent meal.

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Spy- Can cook, he has before. It was a life skill just like any other. I got pretty good at it. He can still make decently elaborate dishes, but he's not a fan of it. He doesn't really like cooking. He never had anyone to share his food with. He always wanted someone to share food with, someone to cook with. Was always too scared for said person to actually stick around, said person couldn't stick around.

He's never tried to bake, and I don't think he'd enjoy it. He'd complain about how messy it is. He'd be fine with the having to be careful and precise part. Hell He'd even be good at decorating and just baking in general. But he just wouldn't like doing it.

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Soldier- This man can't so much as cook as he can grill. It's super weird, he'll make the most normal american food and it's like really good? Like he'll make steaks, hamburgers, and hot dogs for a 4th of July party and it's the best shit you've ever had. Ask this man to fry an egg and all hell breaks loose. He is only allowed to man the grill from now on.

Do not ask this man to bake, please, please don't. He cooks with cartoon logic. The recipe calls for three eggs? He drops in three fully-shelled eggs. A stick of butter? The wrapper is still on. And the scariest part is whatever he's baking always comes out looking, edible? Cartoonish? Like straight up looks like someone drew it into existence. For the sake of everyone's mental health, they don't let Soldier bake anymore.

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Pyro- Teach them how to flambé and they're going to have the best time of their lives. They aren't horrible at cooking but aren't a master chef either. They have tried to use their flamethrower to cook on multiple occasions, but they have been banned from being in the kitchen alone due to "inciting panic." Whatever that means. They mainly will cook with Engie, as he's the most patient when it comes to Pyro's "help." (Standing menacingly until they can be trusted to do something. They do it with love, though)!

Speaking of flambé! They love to try and convince the other mercs to let them make bananas Foster, and when they eventually wear the other mercs down and are allowed to try it, they do well! It was a one-time thing, they all got too scared to let them do it again. Now they spend a lot of time helping Scout while he bakes. Overall, they can cook and bake, but should only be allowed to under supervision.

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I hope you like this! Sorry it took me so long to write I've been exhausted all week. But it was fun to write :)

New fic tomorrow, someone asked about the mercs at Barbie, which is going to be so fun!

[yanderelovlies]

𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴

Note: something cute and simple for you all

Fandom(s): SWWSDJ, and DMC

Character(s): Joseph, Sunny Day Jack, Dante Sparda, and V

Sunny Day Jack

Thought other people couldn't see or feel him like you could you still like to occasionally mention him to strangers you know you won't meet again.

For instance, tonight you and Jack had to decide to get takeout since you didn't feel like cooking after work, and pancakes didn't sound good.

So as soon as you got home you called up your favorite food place, and began to place the order.

"What do you want dear?"

"Oh, a simple burger and fries are fine sunshine."

You smiled and nodded "and my husband wants just a burger and fries please!"

Jack's head swung in your direction, and he just stared at you. Did you just call him your husband?

When you were done with your call Jack immediately was at your side his hand on your face as he gives you a very passionate kiss.

When you separated you could see the love and adoration in his eyes "I think I really like being called your husband sunshine."

Joseph

It wasn't a surprise to see you and Joseph out around town. Ever since he got his job he loves to take you places, and get you things he couldn't before. However this time you insisted on spoiling him.

It was weird for him at first, but eventually, it felt nice to be taken care of. What he didn't expect was when the two of you stopped at In and Out burger for lunch.

You had made your order to the man behind the counter. When the man turned to Joseph for his order you spike up.

"My husband wants the number three please!"

While you continued to talk to the cashier paying for the meal all Joseph could do was stare at you. Not only didn't you remember what he wanted, but you call him your husband??

His face turned red as he looked away trying to hide it. It wasn't until the two of you were sitting at the table does he takes your hand, his face still red, but a smile on his face.

"Thank you my lovely spouse for doing this for me." He kissed the top of your hand his eyes never leaving yours "I love you so much."

Dante Sparda

Being the son of Sparda meant there was always someone trying to pick a fight with Dante. This was no exception as one of the local churchgoers decided it was a great idea to rant and rave in front of the shop.

While they didn't dare step foot in the building their voices could still be heard making Dante let out a sigh. He was seriously getting tired of this.

You would think saving the city multiple times would give him more credit than his name. Finally he stood and made his way outside.

He opened his mouth to yell but he was interrupted by your voice.

"HEY! Don't you guys have any respect? Do know how many times my husband has saved you from demon hoards?!"

The crowd grew silent, but Dante's brain was going a million miles an hour. You called him YOUR husband. Dante felt giddy like kid.

So he practically bounced over to you as he threw his arm around you. From the corner of your eye, you could almost mistake him for his younger self by how excited he looked.

"Now get out of here my amazing spouse and I have some other business to attention to."

V

The two of you were lying in your room. The light from the silent TV was the only thing lighting the dark room. It has been hard for V to cope with the fact the was no longer Vergil. It got worse when Vergil was around.

"It's like seeing a ghost." That is how V describes it.

Today happened to be one of those days so after the mission he asked to come over which happily accepted. As soon as he came over the two of you immediately ended up cuddling on your bed his face on your chest as you run your fingers through his hair.

You kissed the top of his head as you began to whisper sweet nothings to him. This is what V has been missing out on his whole life.

"My sweet husband. Always working so hard."

V's breath caught in his throat. Your....husband? Did you truly love him that much? He looks up at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes you have seen.

"Husband...?"

You smiled at him "Yeah one day I would like to make that true. If that's what you want too that is."

He stared at you a little longer before he smiled back at you "I would like nothing more my darling spouse."

[imagineredwood]

"You're mine now. And I won't let anyone take you away from me."

Request: "You're mine now. And I won't let anyone take you away from me." for Miguel please

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x female reader

Warnings: Mentions of the readers negligent ex partner, not much more than that really

Word count: 952

A/N: I'm a little rusty after being away for so long guys but I'm trying lol Hope you like it whoever sent this request in eons ago, I'm sorry for taking so long 🥺

"You are the most beautiful thing I've ever laid my eyes on."

You grinned as you took another sip of wine, your eyes twinkling in the dim restaurant lights. You could feel the apples of your cheeks begin to warm at the attention. Miguel returned the smile and took his own sip from his glass of cognac then put it down. 

"I mean it. Inside and out, you're a treasure." 

You giggled like a schoolgirl despite trying desperately to force it down. You were giddy, between the wine and the honeymoon phase of this new relationship. You and Miguel had been together 3 months now, today to be exact. Miguel had remembered and that was how he had started this morning's call, when telling you that you had been his for 3 months to the day and he needed you dressed and ready to go by six o'clock tonight. 

"We're at our 90 evaluation more or less. I need to make sure my performance is up to par." he had said. 

It was a joke, sure, but it was shrouded in truth. Your last relationship had been terrible. You could see that now. Weaponized incompetence, forgotten events, all the way down to being stood up. You'd decided that you had enough one night, dressed and lonely at the booth by yourself once again, the waitress bringing you a pity dessert 'on the house.' You'd broken it off with the man-child that night and hadn't looked back. 

You'd enjoyed the single life for a good while, finding yourself again. Spending days at the spa, getting facials, lattes, and bookstores. Simply enjoying yourself, convinced in the back of your mind that if you didn't no one would. You had resigned to the idea of spending the rest of your life single, and for once that hadn't terrified you. 

Then Miguel had waltzed into your life. 

A random occurrence really. You'd both bumped into each other, physically, in the narrow corridor of a restaurant going to the bathroom. He smiled and held his hand out for you to go first and you had grinned with a nod and a thank you. There was a line for both the male and female bathroom and you had made small talk. That was how it had started. Now here you were, in the same restaurant three months later. It was different this time, you eating on the private balcony with him this time as opposed to with a friend inside at a booth. You weren't sure how much it had cost to rent this area out, but you were sure it was a pretty penny. Miguel had waved you off, of course. 

'Got a big bonus from work. You deserve it.'

You'd felt bad at first, not wanting him to spend so much money on you, but you'd pushed it down. If he wanted to spend his money on you and thought that you were worth it, who were you to tell him no. So here you sat, satin gown tickling at your ankle as you swung your foot gently, peering at your man from over your glass. 

"You spoil me."

Miguel smiled gently and nodded, leaning back in his seat with a shrug. 

"You deserve it. After dealing with such a shithead, you deserve to be spoiled by a man who knows your worth." 

You nodded, your heart fluttering at his words. You hadn't exchanged 'I-love-you's yet, still too early for either of you. But the feelings of care were there, and you were sure it wouldn't be long before one of you uttered the words. You were fine with taking it slow and so was he. 

You swallowed what was left in your glass and then reached for the bottle, pouring the last of the wine into your lipstick-stained glass. Miguel motioned to someone behind you for a new bottle and you turned around yourself, shaking your head at the young waiter who was just about to fetch a new bottle. 

"No, no. I've had enough. Thank you."

The kid nodded once and offered a smile that mirrored Miguel's when you turned around to face him once more. 

"You have had quite a bit." 

You chuckled and swirled around the mere drops left in the dark bottle. 

"A whole bottle to myself. Haven't done that in a while."

Miguel's smile faltered for a second before he corrected it. Not before you took note though. 

"Don't worry about it. I don't have to drown my sorrows anymore. Not with you." 

Your voice softened at the end, and Miguel reached forward, taking your free hand in his. His thumb was warm as he rubbed it along the back of your hand. His brown eyes were soft yet there was a thinly veiled danger within them as he looked at you.

"You're mine now. And I won't let anyone take you away from me."

He had no issues mentioning or alluding to your ex once you had told him your experience with him, nor did he have issue with voicing his displeasure. But the possessiveness was new and you couldn't help the gulp you let out, your cheeks going warm once more. Your eyes fluttered as you nodded, your voice having abandoned you. You'd been so fiercely independent this last year, enjoying the freedom and feeling of being liberated. But as Miguel's words echoed in your brain, you couldn't help but keen, aching once again for the feeling of being wanted. Being valued. Being adored. Being chosen. Being claimed. 

You clasped your hand around his and brought it up to your mouth, pressing a kiss to his knuckles in response. 

"They wouldn't be able to even if they tried." 

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[alice-after-dark]

Deer Wife AU - Special Broadcast

Inspired by @hiemaldesirae's deer sinner Vox designs (1 | 2 | 3 | 4) and his Attic-Wife Vox AU

Vox listens to Alastor's radio show for the first time.

Feel better soon, Ran!

Alastor's show is its own trigger warning.

The radio Alastor had gotten him was gorgeous. It was a beautiful Cathedral-style one, handcrafted and custom made. Vox had flustered endlessly when Alastor had casually placed it atop his bedside table. It had to have cost a small fortune! He couldn't possibly accept such a gift! But Alastor had only tutted, told him he deserved the best, and assured him his finances were not at all in jeopardy. He was happy to spoil him.

Vox now lies across his bed, waiting eagerly for Alastor's show to start. The red deer had been mysterious about what exactly his show would entail, especially regarding his "special guest" for the event. Vox hasn't left his room much since the incident, but Alastor has assured him that it's alright. He had quite the scare, after all. The blue deer feels a burst of butterflies when he hears the Radio Demon's smooth voice filter in over the static.

"Salutations, listeners!" Alastor greets his audience. "Today I have a very special broadcast for you! A little lesson in what happens when someone touches what is mine."

The static flares for a moment on the last word and Vox's heart beats faster. Alastor is talking about him. He's announcing to all of Hell that Vox belongs to him. That should probably disturb him more than it does. It probably definitely shouldn't make him as giddy as a teenage girl who just got asked to go steady with her boyfriend. Never in his life had he truly felt so entirely and utterly wanted. Alastor took him for everything he was and everything he wasn't. He made him feel safe and secure in a way he never had. He handled him with care and doted on him endlessly. Alstor made him feel like something precious, not just a pretty face.

In the background, Vox can hear the faint muffled whimpers and cries of who he assumes is the Sinner he'd killed. It had been about two weeks before the Sinner had regenerated enough for Alastor to proclaim him broadcast-ready...whatever that meant. He can hear the red deer's footsteps as he moves closer to those stifled sounds.

"Oh come now, my good man! This is quite unbecoming! Sniveling like this, my goodness. What would the papers say?"

There is a light shuffling and a gasp.

"I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! PLEASE LET ME GO! I SWEAR I WON'T GO NEAR HIM AGAIN! YOU'LL NEVER SEE ME AGAIN! PLEASE!"

Alastor laughs and the sound makes Vox's heart flutter. "Why you are certainly right on both those claims, sir! You won't ever touch him again and no one will ever see you again."

Whatever the Sinner intends to say next is cut off by his own screams. The sound of flesh tearing erupts from the speakers.

He's eating him alive, Vox realizes as a shiver rushes up his spine. He's eating him alive on live broadcast for all of Hell to hear because he hurt me.

Eventually, the screams fade out and only a weak gurgling is left in their place. Then silence until Alastor's voice returns.

"I do hope that was as much of a joy for you all as it was for me! Until next time, my listeners!"

Music began to play (Vox recognized it as one of the songs Alastor would play for him on the record player) and soon enough there was a knock on his door. Despite his recent meal, Alastor is pristine as always. He puts his arms around Vox's waist and pulls him close. "Did you like the show, my dear?"

Vox nods eagerly, snuggling up to the Radio Demon's chest. "It was great. Are all your shows like that?"

-

Alastor hums as he traces Vox's ear with the tip of his claw, making it twitch. "Not all of them. Sometimes I talk about myself and my life above. Sometimes I just play music. It depends on my mood really."

The blue deer flattens his ears. "You've barely told me anything about your life! I only just got started listening to your show..." He squeaks when Alastor picks him up and carries him over to the little loveseat nestled into the corner of the room. He sets Vox on his lap and kisses his quickly.

"All you need do is ask, darling. What you you like to know?"

The suggestive position makes the blue deer blush, but he quickly shakes it off. He leans his head on Alastor’s should and gazes up at him adoringly. "What was your first kill like?"

"My, my, going right for the jugular, aren't we?" The Radio Demon sits back, eyes wistful. "It was my uncle, actually. My father had recently passed and..."

(Here's the radio he got Vox btw. Fun fact, it costs almost 50k)

[zareleonis]

Furina x Neuvillette Fic Recs

All I ask of You by Lyrecah | rated T, 28.2k words

Some nights, Furina can’t sleep.

Neuvillette has taken notice and decides to address it.

Neither were expecting a bard from Mondstadt to come along and have an effect on the course of the night.

Why I like it: The pining is so sweet and it's so wonderful to see Furina have a friend in Venti.

The Altar of Her Body by Maleficar | rated E, 4.1k words

She devours his obscenities and his holy vows.

Neuvillette and Furina celebrate solving the serial disappearances case.

Why I like it: THE LADDERS IN NEUVILLETTE'S OFFICE ARE A WONDERFUL SUPPORTING CHARACTER!! Really love how this approaches their relationship from a very different angle from most other explicit works for this pairing so far, including this author's other story for them (more on that one later)

As Light Rain Falls by StarTears | rated T, 3.1k words

Furina drowns in self-doubt after the atrocious meeting with the Knave. As light rain falls, Neuvillette, who watched her back fade away from the Opera House, knocks on her door.

Why I like it: Just what I needed to heal my heart after what Furina went through in the 4.1 Archon Quest. And it made me cry! Simply lovely.

bisous amicaux by LKjoghtun | rated G, 800 words

Focalor kept diaries. A lot of diaries, or maybe she just liked to write and then reread what she had written. She was alarmed when she finished another notebook, three-quarters of which was devoted to Neuvillette. Each page described something they'd done at the place during the day or wanted to do.

Why I like it: The only story on this list written pre-4.0, yet it still feels so right for them. Very impressive how well they portray Furina's insecurities despite knowing so little about the characters at the time of writing.

the complete opposite of professionalism by Sakura_Blight | rated E, 300 words

Furina is insatiable.

Why I like it: Unfair how hot this one is. A story that's short by design but leaves you desperate for more.

Dancin’ Closer To The Edge by sillylittlebard | rated E, 1.9k words

Furina wanted Neuvillette. Over, over and over again. He always would. He would always need his estranged lover. No matter how much he hissed and spat, words were never venomous in nature. This was their game, and this was their own duel. This was theirs. Here, Furina could be wanted. Truly, wanted. Touched. Loved. Heard. He could be heard.

Why I like it: Transmasc Furina enthusiasts rise up!!! Makes me a little giddy to read someone else's take on that headcanon for Furina. I love the intensity and friction to their relationship in this story.

Dancing In the Rain by HydroLily | rated G, 1.7k words

Furina is losing control, and she’s still not even close to reversing Fontaine’s horrible prophecy. She retires to her bedroom, resigned to her circumstances.

Neuvillette notices this and decides that it’s time for a change of scenery.

Why I like it: The act Furina puts on to her true feelings and the quiet but steady Neuvillette are wonderful.

étreinte fantomatique by LKjoghtun | rated G, 800 words

If he were younger, he would certainly be upset by Focalor's behavior, but centuries have passed and he has learned to accept many things, even if he doesn't approve or understand the reason for them.

Why I like it: Glorious prose and my very favorite part, the description of both their fashion sense (I won't spoil, just read it!)

A Fitting Punishment by Maleficar | rated E, 3.9k words

“What are you going to do?” she asks. For all her contrite body language, an impish grin spreads across her lips. “Punish me?”

Neuvillette punishes Furina for nearly condemning an innocent man.

Why I like it: Glorious! Neuvillette is so hot in this I could implode. Love the playful and needy Furina who is a thorn in his side til the end. Can't punish your Archon if your Archon likes it!

Five More Minutes by MissDema | rated G, 1k words (Spanish language version)

Charlotte interviews Neuvillette, Fontaine wants to know about its judge's morning routine. What no one will ever know is that the nation's goddess is actually more present in it than his words say. - minute /ˈmɪnɪt/ 1. a period of time equal to sixty seconds or a sixtieth of an hour.

Why I like it: Easily one of the cutest fics for them out there!!!! Furina so adorable. Now that Charlotte is actually getting her interview with Neuvillette I will pretend it is canon :3

How the Archons Were Tried and Sent to Jail by BookishWanderer | rated T, 15.3k words, ongoing

Why Morax, Barbatos, Beelzebul, and Buer chose the middle of the night to visit Focalors was unknown. The fact is that they did and in doing so, were arrested for crimes related to the honor of the Hydro Archon. Now, their people must navigate the complicated waters of the Fontainian legal system in order to bring their gods home- or at least make sure they are not punished too harshly while grappling with some truths regarding their identities and other things that the archons would rather stay hidden.

Why I like it: Incredibly funny!! Tears of laughter levels of funny. It's so beautiful how enthusiastic the nation is for their love. And the large ensemble cast is handled so deftly.

leisurely times by fukiana | rated T, 4.2k words

With no ongoing court cases and the opera epiclese under construction Furina finds herself quite fidgety with nothing to do, this frustrates her and so she heads to the person she’s closest with.

Why I like it: The gossiping Melusines are adorable and soooo funny. Such a great idea.

Midnight Rain by MissDema | rated T, 1.6k words (Spanish language version)

“But I don't just want you to kiss me, Neuvi…” - Late at night, Neuvillette has still not returned to their chamber. Consequently, Focalors decides to look for him. - midnight /ˈmɪd.naɪt/ 1. twelve o'clock at night.

Why I like it: Adore seeing Furina as the one giving care and comfort. They are so in love!!

Moon, Ahold of All Light, Please Shine Down On Me by AdmireAsunas | rated E, 5.3k words, ongoing

There was an old saying, if you throw coins into the Fountain of Lucine, and make a wish. The Hydro archon will do her best to make it come true. If only the people of the nation of hydro, realize the position their archon puts herself in for their sake.

It's going to take a lot of power and feelings to save the archon, both from herself, and from the group trying to take her out.

Why I like it: Neuvillette hasn't even appeared in this one yet, but the Furina portrayal is downright heartwrenching. Really looking forward to where this story goes.

A Needy God Hates the Rain by LittlestFallenAngel | rated G, 1.2k words

Fearing that Neuvillette has lost faith in her, Furina pays him a visit.

Why I like it: Furina's insecurities hurt my heart, but Neuvillette's love and faith in her heal it :') Love the dialogue in this one.

The reason why by Budget_hrdirector | rated G, 700 words

Furina bounces around Neuvillette's room, loudly complains, sits in his chair and spins around. He wonders why she's doing this.

Why I like it: Very, very cute. The banter between them here is top tier!

Salty and Still Water by WanderingRhyme | rated G, 7.5k words, ongoing (gen fic)

A long time ago, when the island of Erinnyes was inhabited and the fountain of Lucine just a small spring, the youngest of the Lochfolk meets the fallen sovereign of water. Neither of them knew that this meeting would change the fate of the entire nation.

Why I like it: Very imaginative back story for Furina and Neuvillette with characterization that really shines. They're so very different form the Furina and Neuvillette of the present, but still so recognizably them.

ah, a spoonful of sugar by yanderemonoma | rated E, 2.2k words (feat. arle x furi. warning for rape/non-con. please mind the tags.)

Furina neglects to explain to Neuvillette why she's so adamant in having him attend her diplomatic meeting with the Knave.

Perhaps she should have.

Why I like it: A devastatingly self-sacrificing Furina and a Neuvillette who would do anything she ever asks of him, no matter what it costs them both :( Haunted me since the moment I read it.

Summer Rain by SleepyBirdie | rated G, 1.4k words

It rains during a heatwave. Furina wishes there were more sunny days to come.

Why I like it: I love the way they support one another in this one. It's so soft.

Troubled Waters by MissDema | rated E, 1.9k words

“Anything you say can and will be used against you. Now, be a good boy and turn around!” - Focallette pegging fic. That's it. That's the whole plot. - trouble /ˈtrʌbl/ 6. a situation in which one is liable to incur punishment or blame.

Why I like it: TOP FURINA LET'S ALL CELEBRATE!!! Great stuff. It's hot. Also love that there are some bold Fontainians who would dare speculate what the Archon and Chief Justice do in bed.

The Truth, and Nothing But by ThatWindingPath | rate G, 300 words (gen fic)

Boredom is the one and only reason Furina ever visits Neuvillette. That is the whole truth.

Or so Furina pretends, anyway.

Why I like it: Another trans Furina story that I adore. Furina's pride and desperate need to be loved by the public hurts my heart, and the dynamic with Neuvillette, who understands him better than anyone one else, is beautiful.

Woes of Public Transportation by Karmilk | rated E, 1.8k words

“If you are hoping to meet the two figureheads of the Opera Epiclese, I don’t recommend waiting around here. They use their own private transportation, not the aquabus. I doubt this is because they don't wish to associate with the common folk. I suspect they simply don't wish to see their private words and deeds appearing in The Steambird blown out of proportion…” - Elphane

Why I like it: Very funny and delightful exploration of one of the more.... provocative NPC mentions of Furina and Neuvillette.

[cleverchildblizzard]

The Slashers x Reader dating headcanons (romantic)

Sorry but I'm obsessed with my ocs right now cause I've been watching "Freedom Writers" with my class and I made ocs based of them and the Boondocks :P

For now have ocs @myvirtuallove I feel like DeDe and Koko would bond :P

My ocs are either 16 to 18 years old!!! Hope you enjoy the silly gang :)

I aimed for the reader to be gender neutral but if you want to imagine otherwise that's OK too!

Enjoy!!

Tyrome Williams- He/Him,17 years old,African American.

Dating this man is a wild ride,usually getting into fight with other kids or bunking classes growing up.But he is smart,he doesn't really like school that much,ALTHOUGH he will do a study dates with you.Getting to listen to his lovers voice whilst doing some work in a (for once) quiet environment? Hell yeah!

Tyrome is also a total extrovert,but if your not,he will quiet down around you.He could be yelling his ass off one minute but the second you enter the room he quiets down.

Especially if your sensitive to loud noise,he doesn't wanna hurt your ears :(...but that won't stop him from whispering sweet nothings into your ear during history class-

Isn't really into PDA that much but likes to just run up to you and give you a quick smooch when he's in the mood.But usually when your in a quiet area:

Tyrome: *running up to you* Oi,[Your Name]!

[Your Name]: Huh? What is i-

*SMOOCH!*

[Your Name]: ...Did you just kiss me-

Tyrome: *running off* See ya later,love you!!

Overall loves you so much,will say a million times if he had to :3 but wouldn't mind training with you,he likes using guns when he gets into serious brawls,but those are really rare.He wants to train with you to see how strong you are.If you defeat him he will be just giving you the silly little grin whilst having a black eye.Even better if you train in fighting,he'd love to fight you.

[Your Name]: Oh my god,are you okay?!

Tyrome: HeHe...your so pretty...I feel dizzy- *falls down face first*

[Your Name]: TYROME?!?!

He just loves his lover :3

Demetrius Brown- He/Him,18 years old,African American.

Much more of a quiet guy than Tyrome but can pack a punch when provoked.Doesn't mind school but he sometimes sleeps during class.Just pull on his hair (afro) and he springs up like a bunny before snapping his head towards you.He likes to take naps so he deadass drags you to the nearest bed to sleep.

He has a baby face,and you just like to squish it cause his face is so soft (*つ´･∀･)つ.Stands there as you just squish and poke his face,he sometimes makes this kind of puffs his cheeks and it makes him cuter.Refuses to agree when you call him cute cause it just gets him all giddy inside so all he can do is deny it.

[Your Name]: Your so cute!

Demetrius: ...Nah.

[Your Name]: But you are!!! :D

Demetrius: *grumbling under his breath with a red face*

Takes you on walks around the palk,whilst holding your hand around sunset.He gets you some food and yall just sit on a bench whilslistening to music.

This man also LOVES to buy you stuff,but won't drain every cent out of his bank account,just enough to make you happy.His love language is gift giving so he loves to buy some of your favourite stuff.You want some new clothes? Hell buy it for you. Wanna get some food from your FAVOURITE restaurant??? Hell buy it for you. Want to go out to a fun fair? Get in the car,he's gonna drive you there.

He loves spoiling you <3

Isn't into PDA unless he's jealous.Some guys hitting on you whilst your trying to get to class? He knows you can handle yourself,but he still wants the guy to know that your taken.Will hold your hand and will glare at the guy until he leaves.

Guy: So,could I have your number? You seem like a real cutie-

Demetrius: ...

Guy: ...yn what nevermind.

Overall a good boyfriend who likes spoiling you :P currently my fav member of the slashers so far.

Jessie Millers- She/Her,17 year old,American gal.

LOVES LOVES LOVES to go shopping with you.She is more of a tomboy but likes to treat herself and her partner :)

Gets you guys little key chains for funzies,and she likes to get you little promise rings and ornaments cus she wants you to remember her :3

REALLY into PDA but will tone it down if your not that into it,will cuddle you for hours when you two are alone.Likes hold handing the most,and likes giving you quick kisses when passing you.Tyrome makes fun of Jessie cause she's never this vulnerable (his own way of saying that he's glad Jessie found someone to be more open with.Jessie knows Tyrome means well :])

Jessie doesn't get jealous easy cause she knows you love her but sometimes overthinks when she sees you giggling and laughing with someone.About lose it if their touching you,might get angry but won't say anything- wait? That was a good friend of yours? And they already have a lover themselves? Oh! That's good,not like she was jealous or anything..

Just kiss her and she'll start giggling like an idiot.

Carries her metal bat around cause she needs to have SOME type of weapon in her reach (due to past trauma) but whenever she's with you all those weapons go away.One time she accidentally cut you with her Swiss Army Knife that was hidden under her sleeve when you were cuddling.Got so scared and apologised over and over.

Overall a cool girlfren who would kill for you <3

DeDe Robertson- She/Her,18 years old,Black British.

Shows you of like the gem you are.Speaking of gems,she loves wearing earrings and some nose piercings.Will give you a piercing if you want to,she's done those a lot so she knows what she's doing.If you don't want one that's fine but she will make you wear a golden ring she bought from a store.

Gives you the softest kisses and just randomly starts gossiping about some school drama with you whilst eating some food.Loves to paint your nails or put on makeup on your face.

Flirts with you until your a blushing mess.If you flirt back she will freeze and stare at you for five whole minutes before he face just goes red and she just starts giggling.

Likes shopping to,buying her darling new clothes and treating herself! Ends up walking out of the mall with about 10 bags of clothing,carries it all by herself for some damn reason.

Overall,loves you like the world <3

Gyeong Kim- She/Her,17 years old,Korean/American.

Legit kisses you just to laugh when she sees your flustered face.Just appears out of thin air and kisses you and just gives you a: "😐 😑 😊".Likes to go on little cafe dates,and study dates to,also a clean freak,likes most of her things organised.

Holds your hand when she's bored,and will doodle little drawings on them,like bunnies (she loves bunnies) or birds.Has a pet bunny and you two named it [whatever you want lol],Gyeong now treats it like it's her child.

Gyeong wears long ass skirts that reach her knees cause she likes them,makes you wear them with her so your matching :) likes to play with your hair and fall asleep on you.you are now her human pillow >:D

Loves to stare at you too,like not in a creepy way just giving you that soft loving gaze,and kisses you when she gets close.

Just randomly says she loves you when she's tired and hangs onto you like a koala.

AND THATS IT HOPW YOU LOVE MY SILLY GANG!!! I'm so sleeby

[maehara-san]

𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣―

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Gn!Reader

Backstory: You were expecting to enjoy a summer trip with your s/o. Going out together and exploring, having a nice time. Unfortunately your dream ended quickly when reality decided to hit you.

A/N: This is based on a request by a lovely follower (@internphantom) , hope you like it! If you enjoyed this writing piece please consider donating, thank you! <3

𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 ━ | 𝒎.𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 | 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 |

"Hey can we check out this store before we leave?" You asked smiling as you looked up at your significant other.

"Um..." they looked at their wrist watch, "We have a few minutes to spare sure."

"I won't be in too long."

They nodded, "That's fine. I'll wait for you here."

"Oh..." you pulled away. "You don't want to come in with me?"

"I'm kinda tired," they slightly smiled and held the side of your face. "But you should go... like I said I will be waiting here for you outside."

Pouting you nodded, "Okay."

Noticing your sad eyes they pulled you into their arms, hugging you tightly.

"We still have our next stop, remember?" They said kissing the top of your head. "I want to save my energy until then."

With their reassuring words, your smile returned as you hugged them back. "Alright, I can't wait then."

"Me too."

Pulling away you bid your significant other goodbye and walked into the store. There weren't many things you still needed to get, but seeing the (favorite color) outfit on the mannequin intrigued you.

Thinking about your next stop made you felt all giddy on the inside. It had been such a long time since you two went on a trip together, you were excited to spend some quality time and enjoy your marriage.

For once you thought that things were turning around in your favor. And of course you weren't going to let this opportunity slide by to spoil them and let them know how much you missed them.

"(name)?"

Looking over your shoulder you saw your long time friend, a smile forming on your lips.

"Izuku, hey!" You exclaimed walking over to him. "I did not expect to see you here."

"I came here looking for a present since Ayane's birthday is coming up." He explained pulling you into a hug, smiling as he felt your warm embrace. "I didn't quite know where to go so I decided to come to the mall."

Slightly pulling away you said, "I forgot that her birthday is next week... I'm sure whatever you decide to give her she'll love it."

"You think so?..." Izuku chuckled lightly, "I've been trying my best to make her happy. I really want to make this work between us."

"Has she been distant?..."

He sadly nodded, "When I get home from work she's already asleep and when I have time off she gets busy or makes plans before I'm even able to."

It made your heart ache for him. Izuku was always such a sweetheart and cared about those around him, especially his family and friends. He never failed to be there for them or even when strangers asked for his help. Seeing him suffer like this was so unfair.

"I'm sorry to hear about that... I know you really care about her." You said holding both his hands in each one of your own. "I'm sure she will come around when she sees how hard you are trying to fix your marriage. Ayane would be insane to let go of someone like you so easily."

Izuku slightly blushed hearing your words. "I don't know sometimes I feel like she's better off without me―"

You shook your head, "Don't say that. Ayane is lucky to have someone like you. You're a kind hearted, respectable, funny, selfless, person. I know she's your life but she really knocked it out of the park with you."

He smiled looking at you, feeling thankful that he has someone like you around to bring him out of his fearful thoughts. Sometimes he wishes things would have turned out differently.

"Thank you, (name). You always know just what to say."

"I try my best because you're the type of person who deserves the whole world."

Izuku smiled with his eyes closed as he gently squeezed your hands. "I miss having you around like old times, (name)."

Your eyes become glossy knowing you feel the same way, "Me too."

Maybe if you hadn't moved in junior high, things wouldn't have played out this way. If you had convinced your parents to let you stay and finish your third year― but you couldn't keep going on with what if's not anymore. Life turned out the way it did and all you can do now is support him.

"I can help you find a gift if you'd like?' yo suggested.

"Really? I'd appreciate it!" He widely smiled, "You're not busy?"

"Well I came in here to look at something while (s/o name) is resting outside on the bench." You pointed at the entrance door. "I'm sure he won't mind me being here a while longer."

"Let me know when you need to leave I don't want to keep you from going somewhere you need to."

"No worries, did you have any idea on what you'd might want to get her?"

"Actually..."

Turns out shopping with him was a lot of fun, it felt weird not doing it with your partner. But it was different with him. Izuku paid attention to detail and was vocal about what he thought. He was a gentleman even when you had picked things off the rack, he offered to carry them for you.

It was kinda eye opening how different he was compared to (s/o name). Jealousy started to build in your chest, Ayane was lucky to have a boyfriend like Izuku. If this was how he was with you, as a friend, you can't imagine how lovely he mustbe with her.

Approaching the checkout counter, he placed all items down.

"Did you find everything you needed?" A women asked.

"Yes, thank you." You responded and turned to look at Izuku, "You can pay for Ayane's present first. I can pay for my things second."

"No, I'll pay for your things too." He said taking out his wallet and reaching for his credit card.

Shaking your head you held his hands, stopping him from giving his card.

"No way!" You said, "I have enough money to pay for my things Izuku―"

"I insist." he softly smiled looking at you in the eyes. "It's the least I can do for you helping me to find her a gift."

"Izuku." You whined, "You can't pay for my things it'll be too expensive in total!"

Chuckling he placed his hand on top of yours. "I don't mind."

Knowing he wasn't going to give up, you sighed letting him do it while he gave you a sheepish smile in return. The women behind the counter couldn't help and chuckle at your interaction.

"My, you two are such an adorable couple." She took his card and waited for him to put in his details. "Young love."

He smiled looking down at the machine in front of him. "Thanks I try my best to make them happy, that's all I ever want to do."

Your eyes slightly widened at his response making you turn red.

"I can tell you make her happy. I saw the way you held their stuff while they looked around. Not many couples do that for each other nowadays."

The women handed you the bags and mumbled a thank you to her.

"Thank you for coming!" She waved at you both goodbye, Izuku and you waved back as you headed to the entrance door.

You were too flushed to even say anything. His comment was something you never expected, you'd think he would have denied it by saying you were only friends.

"L―Let me pay you back―"

Izuku stopped you this time from taking out your wallet.

"Can you please let me have this one?" he begged. "I wanted to do it for you. I don't want you to return or pay me back with anything."

"I swear sometimes you are too kind for this world Izuku."

"I mean I don't think so." He chuckled rubbing the back of his head, "But that's thoughtful of you."

"See you just proved it again." You said opening the door and letting him go out first.

Izuku shook his head finding it funny how stubborn you were as well. He was about to ask you something when he bumped into your back, he stepped aside and looked at you.

"(name)? Is everything alright?..."

He followed your gaze and saw your partner standing there kissing, someone else.

Your hand gripped the newly shopping bag tightly, not blinking once. Tears started to brim in your eyes as you tried to understand what was happening in front of you.

Izuku immediately covered your eyes with his hand but it was already too late. The damage had been done nothing he could do to shield away the pain in your chest.

You looked down at the ground, tears falling to the floor. The shiny tile mirrored your ache, you tried your best to control them but the sobs were becoming harder to keep down.

He lowered his head and softly spoke "(name) do you want me to take you somewhere else?..."

"N―No..." your voice broke, "I can't... walk away and pretend like nothing is wrong."

It was sickening how they both stood there kissing each other not caring about them being caught.

Firmly you walked towards them removing his hand from your eyes. Izuku stood behind you, making sure he stayed close to you.

You parted your lips to speak, but no sound was coming from them. It was difficult to even gather a word, like your voice had been taken away.

Izuku of course noticed and slid his hand into yours trying to comfort you to let you know he was there if you needed anything.

"(s/o name)." You spoke trying to speak firmly without your voice breaking.

(s/o name) and the women turned around, it was much of a bigger surprise than you had anticipated.

"I―Izuku..." the women spoke.

"It all makes sense now..." he said furrowing his eyebrows as he looked looking straight into her eyes. "You always made sure to make plans and arrive late when I was already asleep so I wouldn't notice the time you came back home."

Your eyes flashed with anger, feeling upset at yourself for not noticing is sudden change in character and the trips he had to take. It was plainly obvious for anyone to see except you.

"To think that I tried hard to match my schedule with yours to fix things." Your lip was quivering, "Damn it... I was so set on doing anything for you."

"I'm sorry you found out this way, (name)." They said looking away from your gaze.

"But you're not sorry for cheating are you?" You questioned then looked at Ayane, "And neither are you huh? You did not care about having an affair or thought about how this would affect your spouses! All you cared about was your damn selfish desires."

Ayane scoffed. "Don't pretend you are innocent when I have seen the way you looked at him each time you two were together. You are the same as us, so don't point fingers and turn into hypocrites because it doesn't suit you."

"You're wrong." You roughly wiped away the tears. "I never once thought about cheating I knew if things went south I would be upfront and tell the truth. I could never in a million years think about breaking a person's trust."

"Can you please... drop it?" Your partner said, "I know it wasn't ideal but you are making a scene here."

"You're right."

The sound of your hand connecting with their cheek echoed in the busy mall. (s/o name) held his cheek in shock not believing what you had done.

Ayane's eyes widened, her hand went up to hit you but Izuku caught it in time.

"Don't you dare hit them." Izuku's grip tightened on her wrist.

"Why are you defending them when they were the one who started it?" She accused you, "How can you choose them over me!"

"Because they weren't the one who hurt me." He let go of her wrist standing beside you.

(s/o name) clenched his jaw. "Why do you always have to be so damn dramatic? I started to go out with out you should be happy I even considered doing that for you (name)."

"Yeah because that was the bear minimum you jerk!" You exclaimed raising your voice not caring if strangers stopped by and stared. "We got married and swore an oath to be there for one another... I shouldn't have been getting the crumbs that you couldn't give to her."

"At least they were having more fun with me than you." Ayane accused. "The only reason they stayed with you is out of pity."

"And you seems so proud saying it out loud." Izuku chimed in, "It's like neither of you actually cared about us to begin with."

She looked away feeling slightly regretful for not being honest with him.

"What's done is done, (name)." (s/o name) said standing taller as they proudly held Ayan's hand out in the open in front of you two as if you both never existed in their lives. "I screwed up alright? I cheated on you with her. Let's just start the divorce and finish this boring relationship."

Stepping back you tried so hard to make sense as to what you did wrong. Were you not enough for them? Were you too caring? Too bothersome when all they wanted was their space? Did you ask for too much in return―?

"You're right." Izuku spoke wrapping his arm around your back, holding you close to his chest. "This marriage was doomed from the start and for once I am glad that it's over. Because (name) never deserved all the stuff she has done for you. It always looked like such a one sided relationship, at least finally they're getting rid of the garbage that held them back all these years."

Their eyes widened getting ready to counter attack with their fist. Ayane held them back from putting their hands on Izuku.

They pressed their tongue on the inside of their lip, seething in anger. "You son of a bitch."

"You can get mad all you want, but you better, listen to me." Izuku ordered, looking straight into their soul with no hesitation. "I don't want you to come back and look for them understand? I want you out of their lives for good. (name) doesn't need to keep suffering because of you."

"You're just going to stand there and let him talk to me that way?"

"You have until tomorrow to get your stuff out, (s/o name)." You replied and turned, walking away from them blocking out their rage against you two.

Izuku was trying so hard to keep himself cool and collected but his tightened fist and clenched jaw proved otherwise. Yes he was hurt and bitter for how things turned out but deep down there was a feeling of relief, glad that he wasn't going to be in a lonely home, tied for the rest of his life.

Sniffling you leaned closer into his side trying to hold yourself up. Tears kept rolling down your tear stained cheeks.

Looking around the mall, he managed to find a secluded spot away from prying eyes. Gently he sat you down on the bench. Izuku crouched down in front of you holding both your hands in his own.

"It's okay, let it out." He softly spoke.

But it was difficult to keep crying. The heaviness within inside you remained and yet no more tears came out. You had cried yourself to the fullest.

In the same way, you felt like an idiot about crying for someone who did not deserve your tears to begin with.

"You're not a fool for letting yourself feel, (name)." He knew you so well. "You are pain, it is natural to feel like you have to free yourself in some way."

"Y―yeah but I―I wasn't the... only one who got h―hurt." You stuttered, breathing heavily. "I―I should be helping.. you t―too."

"I was already anticipating for this to happen." He lowered his head, looking down at the floor with a disappointed smile. "I did have some small hope that I would be wrong, I won't lie that it does hurt."

He exhaled out as his lip began to quiver. All the emotions he was trying to block out were suddenly hitting him all at once. Sniffling he closed his eyes in hopes of stopping the tears from falling, but failed.

"I―I'm sorry..." He croaked out, resting his forehead on your lap and letting go of your hands.

"Don't apologize..." you whispered, "You also found out that you were cheated on. It's okay to cry it out, remember?..."

Izuku did not respond, you took the moment to gently caress the back of his head, running your fingers through his soft green locks. His body slowly relaxed as he felt your touch.

"I know this is something we both... did not expect to happen. And I won't lie it hurts like hell..." Tears began to cover your eyes. "but we will... no matter h―how much time it takes us, we will get through this... together."

Sniffling he wiped away his tears with his forearm, lifting his head to look at you. "Can I... can I hug you, (name)?..."

You weakly chuckled not believing he was asking you for a hug.

"You don't need to ask, Izuku." Opening up your arms you invited him in. "My hugs are always here when you need them."

He leaped into your arms, hugging your body tightly. Sobs began to escape from inside of him. You did your best to calm him down by rubbing his back gently. "There there... it's okay."

"I should be the one comforting you..." He said breathing hard.

"Sometimes it's okay if the roles are reversed, you know?" Resting your chin on his shoulder. "You've been there for me countless times when we were little, it's my turn to comfort you."

"I―I know... it's just that," he pulled away sitting down next to you. "I wanted to ease your pain a bit, help you in any way s―so you could feel better."

"I feel better knowing you are the one here with me." You said trying to assure him in some way that his presence alone was enough. "It's going to be awhile until either of us are okay again... that is the truth. Maybe―" you sighed looking down at your lap, "With time things will turn out differently."

"I'll be here, just like I always have been, (name)." He reassured you, "If you need anything, anything you can tell me."

"W―well..." you turned away from him.

"What is it?..." He asked leaning forward and tilting his head to the side.

"I―uh..." you clasped your hands together, moving your thumbs one over the other. "I was wondering... if it would be okay if I could stay with you?... j―just for a couple of days of course..."

Izuku smiled for the first time, "Of course. I was going to ask you as well but I didn't want to pressure you to make a decision."

"I felt kinda embarrassed asking you..."

"Why? You shouldn't feel like that at all. You'll always have a place to go to I told you that if something happens you can stay with me."

It was funny how he was acting more like a loving partner than (s/o name) ever was. With him you felt save and appreciated.

"Thank you..." you wrapped your arms around his mid section.

He cupped the back of your head, pulling you tighter against his chest. Using his other arm to wrap it securely around your lower back.

You both did not know if it was the ache or the exhaustion that was already creeping up your bodies, but the hug this embrace felt nothing like any of the hugs you had given each other before. This closeness, the feel of arms enveloped around each of your figures, held so much love.

It went far beyond it being just a hug between friends.

"Do you want to pass by to pick up some of your clothes?"

You shook your head.

Looking down at you, chuckling tightly. "I can just lend you some of my clothes then."

There was no clear answer as to what you were both feeling, all you did know was that you did not want to be with any body else.

[maxislvt]

I don't know if requests are allowed to include multiple characters, but if so, could I get Soft!Dark!Wanda surprising Baby!Reader with a pet in the form of Puppy!Kate? (Or vice versa!)

warnings: manipulation, nonsexual pet play

The leather collar on your neck was suffocating. Part of you wished it had taken you out already. Death was better than whatever situation you were currently in.

"You have to eat, puppy. I don't want you to get sick." The brunette pushed the spoon towards your mouth only for you to turn away immediately. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips. "Mommy, the puppy won't eat anything!" Kate had spent nearly half an hour trying to get you to eat your breakfast. "They're making that mean face again, what do I do?"

Wanda hummed softly from the kitchen. "Have you tried letting them feed themselves? Maybe they don't want to be babies right now, sweetheart. You can't force it." She placed her food on a plate and entered the dining room. The dining table was large, but she chose to sit on the other side of you. "Do you wanna feed yourself, would that make you feel better?"

You found yourself oddly comforted by Wanda petting. "Yes…yes ma'am." For a moment, you were relieved. It appeared your small act of defiance had earned you some form of freedom. Or so you thought. All the cutlery in front of you had disappeared the second you reached for it. You frowned and looked at Wanda in confusion.

"Oh, dear. You're still a puppy and puppies don't know how to use forks." Wanda kissed your cheek. Then began eating her own breakfast. "You're lucky it's cold out this morning, I'd make you sit on the floor too." She bit back the smirk growing on her face and decided to let Kate handle you from there. Despite the authority she'd given herself over the both of you, you were technically Kate's responsibility.

Kate waited patiently to see if you were defiant enough to eat without your hands. There was a tense silence at the table. She watched as you stared down at your plate with frustration and disgust. Then you looked at her. Never had Kate seen you look so defeated. You were always feisty and mouthy, now you just looked humiliated and shy. She liked it. All she wanted to do was take care of you. "Say ah," Kate said as she scooped up some of the scrambled eggs and brought them to your mouth.

Taking care of you made Kate feel giddy. It was like she'd finally tamed you. Even if she needed Wanda's help.

You finished most of your meal before getting full. Whether your stomach was actually full or just couldn't stomach the humiliation, you were sure. "I'm going to my room." If you stayed too long, you'd probably be roped into something even more embarrassing.

Wanda simply watched as you walked by. She gave your ass a quick tap. She reveled in your frustration sometimes. "You're spoiling them. That's why they're walking all over you." She put down her fork and collected your plate. She signaled for Kate to follow her to the kitchen. It was almost nostalgia inducing. Watching you made her remember how disagreeable and unruly Kate used to be.

"How else am I supposed to make them like me? I can't force that." Kate followed Wanda with her dishes in hand.

"Make them need you." She took the dishes from Kate and began washing them. "They're expecting you to go back there and pester them into cuddling you." Wanda turned around to face her partner. "Stay with me and they'll come crawling into your lap like a lost puppy." She could see the apprehension all over Kate's face. "I know it sounds mean, but you want them to be your puppy, right? Trust me on this."

Being mean was more Wanda's thing, but there was no other choice.

Kate was under Wanda's wing the entire day. Well, she was more so forcefully wrapped up in it. As much as she trusted Wanda, the urge to go back was strong. What if you had already given in but were too embarrassed to admit defeat? Her mind was filled with so much worry that time felt slow.

It was lucky Wanda turned out to be right.

Merely two hours of being alone was all it took for you to come crawling into Kate's lap. Neither you or Kate had said a word to each other. She simply looked down at you with adoration and carefully stroked your hair.

You were her puppy.

[bluebunnysart]

(Chimera Teto x Android Miku WIP, another one, yeah, another one lol)

I may not finish WIPs but I can definitely start new drawings!! 😂Hahahaha ! I always try to make them chibis (for simplicity) but I also want to draw details/the full body, so of course it turns into a double full-body drawing that takes forever.... This isn't even the final lineart obviously but it's almost 5 AM again and I know I'm gonna fuss with this some more, so I guess here's a WIP so I can show off what I did at least tonight xD In case I decide to do other things in the meantime...

Tell me why I literally spent like 2 hours (fr) trying to draw Miku 'cuz Miku is hard asf to draw and challenges me to draw better 😂😂😂😂 Anyway (a long-ish) explanation of stuff under the read more 'cuz I don't want to take up people's dashboards. When I finally finish this drawing or the other one, I won't have to yap as much in the post too. xD

A series of things happened today that led to me creating this drawing. (Miku's prefinal lineart is done too btw, I'm just not showing her to you 'cuz no point spoiling the whole drawing lol, plus I might make changes.)

I went to the store for a brief moment 'cuz all my pens kept running out of ink and I was annoyed I didn't have any reliable pens and I wanted a pen to write a continuation to this AU, right.

When I went to the store, there was a song playing and I thought it sounded nice, what little I heard of it before I had to return to work. So once I left the store and was able to look at my phone again, I looked up this song through the lyrics I heard and I found it. And the whole song was even better than I thought: the lyrics and music are INCREDIBLY sweet and now I really like it. xD

Besides liking it in general as a song (this genre of song), I was ALSO super into it because I thought, "This is super End of the World AU-coded (Android Miku x Chimera Teto)" and it made me so happy, excited, and giddy lol.

Like, listen to this...

"When the cloud's above your head / And the sun's not breaking through / You know I'll be there to sing this song for you. / And it goes: / La la la / la la la la la~..."

This is absolutely something the Miku in my AU would sing. This is absolutely a song she and Teto would listen to together-- like, I could draw them listening to it together and that's actually practically what my drawing is lol. I could draw an animatic or make an MV to this song about them... I could make a comic where Miku is singing this directly to Teto and persuades her to sing it with her, especially the chorus (la la la) parts. I smile because in the first fic, Miku also goes "lalala~" (idk the number of la's lol), and it's not like what she sings is this or anything, but it's a small connection that I like. xD I literally discovered this song only today but this is absolutely a song Teto would have in either one of the cassette players or in the MP3 player. This song matches them and the AU too so Miku would absolutely sing it and like it a lot too. This song made me think of my AU and I was already excited/trying to keep writing more so I could get to the good parts, so finding this song made me really excited, ok. xD

Also I'm not sure how you WOULDN'T adore Miku if she sang something like this, especially directly to Teto (her only audience).

All the sweet lines and stuff made me super soft, so I put this song on loop and literally played it for hours. The whole time I was drawing too. It's just so cute and fitting and it's what made me create art for this AU again instead of making Turing Love fanart or one of the other dozens of ideas I have and whatnot. xD

That was a lot of words to explain what prompted this drawing in the first place when it wasn't planned in the slightest, but now I'll talk more about the drawing itself.

I was inspired by all the fanart I've received so far! It'll show in the final drawing. c: But when drawing this, I was looking at Slyvasta's art since I wanted to draw Slyvasta's version of Teto too. Teto is easiest to draw imo, so we've got the scarf, horn, wings, and tail. The pupils were actually added at the very end 'cuz Slyvasta's has sharp pupils and I thought that was cool and a good idea lol: this Teto's eyes can have sharp pupils (dragon/reptile-like) while Miku's eyes are more round yet robotic.

I was thinking about the flavor of tsundere that Teto is (in my AU) and this drawing was partially inspired by me wanting to clarify stuff about that. xD I did call her "cool, gruff, indifferent, etc." which is all true and does apply, but she's still playful and can be lively, even if she's been beaten down by exhaustion and gloominess, as I've mentioned. In other words, she never was a complete downer or anything (I know I said that before), but I wanted to clarify that she's not, like, the cold type who's ONLY frowning or who's grumpy either.

If I think about it, the "trying to act cool/indifferent" thing is mostly an act I think, yeah. xD Like, of course she'll frown or have a neutral uninterested expression if she's bored or she's been through annoying experiences (like starving or encountering various issues), but she's still kicking, if that makes sense. Like, the enthusiasm and zest for life isn't exactly there, but she's doing what she can to get by. I guess she's more of the type to distract herself and focus on other stuff so she doesn't get too existential? So it's not like she isn't lowkey depressed-- she's just the type to make jokes about it. She's basically original mischievous Teto but with some baggage she's carrying.

This might seem like a weird post now based on the stuff I'm writing LOL but I really did think about it, ok. xD The way to characterize her. And she has really valid reasons to be sad and everything, but she's not as harsh and edgy as her appearance implies. That's something that I really like about her: the gap moe lol.

So what does this mean in relation to Miku? Well, Teto is a pretty normal girl who's cool and nonchalant. She's probably arrogant in a cute way too, judging from her catchphrase and how she likes acting like a know-it-all and being praised/appreciated. But basically, the tsundere mainly comes out whenever she gets embarrassed.

The Teto in my AU can smile and has a couple of times, and she's nice because she helps Miku out before she even knows Miku that well. So....

She's probably the type to send Miku soft smiles without even realizing it. Like, she relaxes a lot and is happy or something and then her expression will turn so warm or gentle, I'm pretty sure. 🥰 Her tail and body language already gives her away, so I love the idea of her expression changing into a really affectionate one before she even notices or realizes it. She realizes she's been smiling the whole time after 5 whole minutes pass or Miku points it out and then she's like, "I-I wasn't smiling or anything?! (unsure why she's immediately denying it)" lol.

Anyway, THAT'S when the tsundere comes out. She isn't tsundere towards Miku unprompted, and even though Teto doesn't know how to deal with Miku YET, that doesn't mean Teto walks on eggshells around her or is curt/cold to her. Teto acts very naturally and herself-- she only gets tsundere whenever she's NOT acting like herself, aka being really weak or soft for Miku at different moments.

Her tsundere is a weak kind of tsundere too (unlike Neru, who isn't in this AU anyway), so she'll just get embarrassed or lie or act kinda awkward or prickly to hide her embarrassment (maybe a sharp word or two, along the lines of "Shush" and "Shuddup"), but in the end, she's a very cute and kind girl. 🥰 They both are 🥰🥰🥰

It might take me one or two more iterations before I'm finally satisfied with the final lineart, but this time, I made the time lapse longer, so you'll be able to see how I struggled to draw Miku for like 2 whole hours. xD

This, too, I want to color. I actually wanted to color my first drawing first, but then I discovered the song I mentioned earlier and it made me so hyped up that I wanted to create a whole new piece about it. Along with the other two songs that I associate with this AU, I was really happy to find yet another one. This song is cute in general too, so it was immediately added to my Motivation playlist. xD

With how hard Miku is to draw and how long drawing takes in general, it makes me even more impressed with Miku artists lol. Like, Miku is so demanding but I love her so of course I'll push through until I do her justice... I'm slow because I care a lot and want to do these two right, ok... xD Lineart and the like is more in my comfort zone, but I'll definitely tackle coloring soon; tonight's session only proves that it'll take longer than I expected/5 hours lol.

I'm not only planning to create stuff for my AU only-- I want to make all kinds of Mktt stuff. But I was really inspired by other people's art and this time, I even drew with their art in mind lol.

I have no idea how long it'll take, but I'll continue to make more art! To me, it's the clearest way I show/understand my love lol. I've been inspired seeing other people's art too, so I definitely wanted to draw my own....

Anyway, time to go tf to sleep. (it's 6 AM 😅)

[devildom-moss]

Since you menioned Simeon and Barbatos in the same sentence, its my time to rant about how much i love Simbarb!!

I AM LITERALLY ON MY KNEES FOR THAT SHIP. EVERY SCRAP OF SIMBARB CONTENT I CAN FIND, I WILL DEVOUR IT LIKE THERES NO TOMORROW. DOESNT MATTER IF ITS FLUFF, ANGST, OR HECK EVEN SMUT. I LIVE FOR SIMBARB. THERES NOTHING ELSE THAT WILL SATISFY ME MORE THAN SIMBARB. LIKE THE SHIP IS JUST PERFECT IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE. AND BOTH BARBATOS AND SIMEON ARE PERFECT AS WELL. I WANT TO LIKE, SQUEEZE THE LIFE OUT OF THE TWO OF THEM, AFFECTIONATELY.

I think i went a little off course.. oh and i read this simbarb fanfiction once and now ive created a whole au with lore and backstory with Simeon and someone else (which can technically be MC but the actual MC also exists in this au). And i really wanna talk about it to someone, but there's no one who wants to listen, but you're now back, and im happy so maybe ill talk about it to you if youre interested!

Anyways have a nice day! Remember to eat, sleep and dont do drugs <33

Sincerely, 💜

You are so right for this. Those two are not only my favorites, but they are probably my favorite ship (I don't know if I've made that clear in my writing, but I feel like there have at least been hints). We are on the same boat here (I apologize for the pun, but I'm sending it out into the world anyway). I am right there with you. They are precious individually and together. I generally am not a touchy/hugging person, so I wouldn't want to squeeze them, but I would make them a delicious bowl of soup, give them pats on the head, and tell them that they're both good boys.

Especially as a fellow SimBarb lover, you are welcome talk about your AU here! Also, in general, I love reading about how people view character relationships (romantic, platonic - in any form, really).

While I'm here, I would like to fuel the SimBarb love with a few thoughts of my own it won't be too much because I'm going to head to bed soon, so my brain is in wind down mode.

Okay, so I lied to myself about the "a few" and rambled for 10 bullet points, so more under the cut:

Canonically, Barbatos and Simeon just often find themselves on outings together. Barbatos phrases it like it's unintentional; it just happens; they just have accidental dates. Well, considering that Barbatos seems to always have good luck, maybe there's a reason he keeps finding himself on outings with Simeon. Wouldn't it be lucky if he happened to run into a certain handsome angel while he was out?

I think it took Simeon longer to realize he liked being around Barbatos than it took Barbatos to notice how much he enjoyed spending time with Simeon. Simeon probably used Luke as a kind of affection proxy for a long time. A lot of "Luke really likes Barbatos," and "Barbatos is so sweet to Luke. It really warms my heart." Really? Is it just Luke who likes Barbatos?

They probably pick up groceries a lot together, and they both like to menu plan as they browse the markets, so they end up taking ideas from each other. Sometimes they'll plan to cook the same dish on the same night. It makes them kind of giddy. Even though they don't share meals often, when they cook the same thing on the same night, it almost feels like they're getting to eat together.

Whenever Luke goes to Barbatos for cooking/baking lessons, Barbatos tries to ensure they have leftovers for Luke to take back to Simeon. Additionally, Barbatos is especially motivated to help the final product turn out good (outside of just wanting Luke to learn and succeed) because he knows it's a reflection of his own skills and he wants to impress Simeon.

Also, I could see Barbatos sending Luke back home with two bouquets of flowers (especially edible flowers and sometimes herbs) from his garden. One is for Luke, but the other one, Barbatos will casually suggest that Luke "give it to Simeon, if you'd like."

These two both love taking care of others. Can you imagine how often they just try to out-spoil the other? I think it would occasionally end up in arguments that are basically just "sit down, and let me take care of you for a change."

Barbatos would be the least comfortable being taken care of because he's a demon. Being doted on by an angel. That's weird, right? He feels incredibly unworthy.

These two could flirt back and forth so well.

Barbatos would get extremely flustered if Diavolo commented on how wonderful it is to see a respectable demon such as Barbatos and a regarded angel like Simeon getting along so well, and that it gives him hope for the future between the Devildom and the Celestial Realm.

This is kind of angsty, and I don't remember if Barbatos and Simeon actually met before the war, but I have this thought (maybe a future story idea if I decide to lean into ships or something) that while Diavolo was enamored with Lucifer, Barbatos took a liking to Simeon. Actually, it was initially just an interest in the angel whose cooking skills could almost compare with his own. Then he realized how similar they were and how well they would get along. I just imagine younger Barbatos thinking hoping that when the war came around, Simeon would fall with Lucifer. Selfishly, he wanted the opportunity to even just be around Simeon. When that didn't happen, Barbatos was silently crushed but he carried on. He held his excitement the entire time when he first heard that Simeon would be one of the exchange students, and he was even more delighted when Simeon treated him with kindness.

[fallenclan]

Almost there. Russetflare wove nimbly through the Sky Pine's many branches, claws leaving the tiniest indents as she went. She wondered if, years later, those marks would still be there, remaining as proof that one brave FallenClan warrior had dared to climb so high.

Or perhaps the tree would heal, over time. Did trees heal? Juniperpaw would probably know the answer, but she wasn't here right now. Still catching up on her training, she hadn't wanted to get wrapped up in another one of Russetflare's harebrained schemes.

Once she had found a suitable branch, one so large it could reasonably fit four warriors, Russetflare stopped to catch her breath. She was so close now, her heart thrumming with excitement. She would do what surely no other FallenClan cat had done before.

With these thoughts, Russetflare found it especially jarring when Cinderstone landed next to her with a dull thud, claws scrambling for purchase. The she-cat was dangerously close to slipping, so Russetflare grabbed her scruff, hauling her onto a more stable part of the branch.

Still catching her breath, Cinderstone flattened her ears in defiance. Russetflare had noticed that as Cinderstone grew older, she became more and more aloof, and less willing to join Russetflare on her exploits. Yet she had agreed to this one, for reasons still unknown.

Eventually, Cinderstone muttered, "Ramstep got stuck. Ospreyswipe helped him out, but after that they decided to be done climbing."

"And you kept going?" Russetflare tilted her head, ears twitching.

"Yeah." Russetflare found Cinderstone's gaze disappointingly hard to read. Russetflare had always been so good at reading cats, but these days Cinderstone had become a closed book.

The Sky Pine's many needled branches were casting dappled shadows across Cinderstone's pelt, making it so that Russetflare had to lean closer to get a good look at the she-cat. Cinderstone had always been startlingly beautiful, but now, with the slightest hint of a scowl on her face, Russetflare found her even more charming.

She followed me, Russetflare couldn't help but think, selfishly.

"We should keep going, before the sun goes down. Unless you're scared?" Cinderstone drawled. Grinning, Russetflare shook her head.

"I don't think I've ever been scared in my entire life, Cinderstone."

...

This was possibly the most beautiful sunset Cinderstone had ever seen, not that she'd ever admit it. Sitting atop the Sky Pine, stray pine needles prickling at her pelt, Cinderstone felt content.

Russetflare had reached the top first, of course. Her climbing skills truly couldn't be matched. Still, Cinderstone had made it too, which was no small feat.

"We won't be able to climb down in the dark."

"'Course we can," Russetflare replied with far too much nonchalance.

Cinderstone rolled her eyes. "No, Russetflare. If we try, we'll both inevitably end up falling to our deaths. Or, I don't know, breaking every bone in our bodies."

Russetflare snorted, whiskers twitching with amusement. "And Ramstep says you aren't funny."

"I wasn't trying to be humorous."

"Well, I found it funny all the same," Russetflare chuckled, turning her gaze away from Cinderstone. After a few heartbeats, Cinderstone took the opportunity to rest her had against Russetflare's shoulder. Cinderstone wasn't quite sure why she did it. It just felt right.

Russetflare's heartbeat quickened, but she refused to move. She wasn't going to spoil this with any stupid remarks or careless gestures. She would remain perfectly still, for once in her life.

Eventually, once the sun was almost gone from view, the two warriors climbed a ways down, settling upon a branch they both deemed large enough to support their weight through the night.

Russetflare doubted either of them would be able to sleep through the night. Cinderstone was too wary, afraid of toppling to her demise, while Russetflare couldn't get that stupid, giddy thought out of her head: She followed me.

...

When they returned to camp nearly a day later, they were met with hysterics all around. Evidently, Ramstep and Ospreyswipe had returned to camp, and when Russetflare and Cinderstone didn't show up after a few hours, had admitted to Maplestar what the warriors had been up to.

All four of them would be forced to return to their apprentice duties for at least a moon.

Russetflare thought her newfound discovery was worth the cost.

-🐉 (russetcinder?? in this house??? yes apparently. randomly decided to ship them for giggles. if this proves wildly inaccurate in future moons, i suppose it can be an au!)

WAIT THIS IS SO CUTE??? i kind of love this ship now. one thing about me is that i am so easily swayed. i WILL be sending them on training patrols together btw

i love this fic also,,, you got their personalities perfect, your writing is amazing

[starfall-spirit]

AN: Italian wine flights! I'm barely old enough to buy liquor and I've never been to Florence so let's all just pretend I know what the hell I'm talking about.

Side note: Why did I make them touristy? Why couldn't they just spend their fake honeymoon in bed. With Rhys as a fake husband, I sure as hell would.

Renaissance Masterlist

Word Count: 1215

Chapter V: I Won't Say I'm in Love

Feyre was positively giddy that day, almost skipping down the street and jostling Rhys to a point where he was forced to pull his arm from her hand. He was finding it somewhere between cute and just plain amusing. He had rather foolishly asked what one thing she was most excited to see was.

The look Feyre turned on him was incredulous. “What am I not excited to see?” she had retorted. Apparently the gallery housed the work of what seemed like endless names. He could only remember a handful. 

“Caravaggio, Michelangelo, Parmigianino, Raphael, Bandinelli.” She had gone on and on in the time it took them to view the sculptures and paintings on exhibition.

His lack of knowledge in the way of art history kept him at a disadvantage. Feyre was just a little too smug about that failing and teased him mercilessly between explanations of one piece and another. She spoke with such reverence and passion, he just couldn’t bring himself to be offended.

Three hours later they stood with a kiosk-type dinner in hand, walking down the street. “Where are we going?” Feyre asked, leaning into him as she watched the sky pinken. Free of clouds, it would make for a stunning sunset.

He smiled, itching to wrap his arm around her. She was a vision in the knee length dress Mor had swiped from her own closet. With everyone refusing to let Feyre return to her apartment after she got those messages, Feyre could only pack the handful of outfits she kept for emergencies at Mor’s place. “Now that we’ve eaten something, I wanted to take you to a popular vineyard in the area.”

“Ah, someone told you I’m a lightweight, did they? They lie.”

He cocked a brow, having learned well enough these months she couldn’t handle much more than two glasses before she was getting herself in trouble with Mor and his brothers. “Of course not, Feyre darling. I have the highest faith in your alcohol tolerance. And I have no intention of getting you drunk. How does a flight of reds sound?”

“You really are spoiling me, you know.” 

“Does that mean you’re in?”

“Yes. If…”

“If?” He’d do just about anything for this woman and he didn’t care if she knew it.

“If you take me dancing later.”

“Dancing?” She hummed, absently lacing her fingers through his. “Alright, Archeron. I’ll take you dancing.”

She giggled as he turned her under his arm, catching her around the waist. He let himself imagine dancing with her for a moment, her loose skirt swaying as he held her, her head tucking under his chin. “Smooth,” her voice broke his fantasy. “Real smooth.” 

“Just so you know you can trust me on the dance floor.”

“Mhm. Is that it? Come on.” 

Marchesi Frescobaldi had been one of his parents’ favorite producers, from what he could remember. His first wine tasting had been at sixteen, from a bottle of Cabernet that came from the estate looking over the Arno river—Castello di Nipozzano. 

“Would you like to hear a little trivia about your beloved artists, Feyre? The wineries on the Frescobaldi estates started up in the 1300s, but what made them famous in the fifteenth century was the favoritism of artists of the time. Donatello is the only name I can recall. It was popular among English nobles as well, but you don’t care so much about that.”

He went on spouting what trivia he knew, stroking the slender fingers once again laced through his. He didn’t think she was even conscious of the action at this point. What that said, he wasn’t ready to guess at. Not with little more than a dream as evidence.

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Distance, distance, distance, distance, Feyre tried to remind herself. So why the hell was she holding his hand? Why was she letting him spoil her? Why was she letting him take her to a freaking castle for a few flights of wine. Even in Italy there had to be cheap grocery store bottles to take back to your house, right?

Yet here they were, waltzing into this fourteenth century winery, Rhys looking like his usual confident self. And her compromise had been that he later take her dancing. Was she already drunk?

“Feyre.” She snapped her eyes to Rhys’. He gave her that rare boyish smile before leaning over to whisper in her ear. “I can almost hear you catastrophizing over there. Relax.”

“I am relaxed,” she snapped quietly. “If a bit out of my element here.” A white lie, really.

Embarrassed, she tugged her hand free of his. He merely reached to rub his thumb over the back of her neck, just as he had when they’d gone to meet his family. And despite her “catastrophizing” it worked again. 

“Believe it or not, darling, I’m no connoisseur either. We’re here for our own enjoyment. You don’t have to impress anyone. You don’t have to say a word if you don’t want to. Just try to relax,” he repeated.

Let him think a wine tasting was what had her stressed.

Distance, distance, distance.

She leaned in a little closer, just as she had been subconsciously doing all night, she realized. His thumb dropped from her neck, that arm slowly wrapping around her back as they approached the small group scheduled for the tasting. They were nearly the last to join the group of about twenty and were seated quickly.

“See?” he teased, pulling her chair. “No one shooed us out the door.”

“You’re not funny,” she murmured, ignoring him even as he put his hand over hers, his middle finger tracing down each of hers one by one, then back again the other way. “You know if you—we—keep this up, your dear cousin is going to start getting ideas about us.”

“Feyre, we’re two attractive, consenting adults on a foreign honeymoon.” His finger caught on the wedding band she still wore for some reason. “Ideas are inevitable.”

There seemed to be a trend on this vacation of Rhys getting the last word, because a moment later another staff member arrived at their table with two identical flight trays in hand. “Impeccable timing,” she muttered, earning a grin from Rhys. 

All she could say about the two-ounce pours was that they were indeed four different wines, judging by shade and scent. She didn’t have a shot at naming them without Rhys translating for their server.

She really tried to pay attention as Rhys went on about the dry reds they were trying, but he had shifted closer to keep his voice low—respectful to the group around them. And that hand that had been tracing her fingers was now a warmth over her thigh—his pointer finger fiddling with her dress’ hem—that she found impossible to dismiss. Did this man even realize what he was doing to her?

Distance, distance, distance. If she could just keep that in mind. Oh God, she asked him to take her dancing. Now she was catastrophizing. “Feyre.” Their table had nearly cleared. “Are you sure you want to stay out? You seem a bit…”

She was a bit of a mental mess, is what she was. “Can we go back to the villa?”

He squeezed her hand. “Of course. We’ll dance another night.”

~~~~~

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