#kiana! reader

[robin-evry]

Omg you returned l alsa noticed that you write for record of ragnarok. Can l request kiana(from honkai) reader being like hades daughter cause l feel like they kinda match. Anyways love your writings. Hope your mental health doing better. Take care of yourself

AWWW THANK YOU 🥹🥹, hope this will be to your liking if not I'm sorry as well for being so late

𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐊𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 🪐

Kiana Kaslana is one of the main protagonists of Honkai Impact 3rd along with Raiden Mei and Bronya Zaychik. She is the adoptive daughter of Siegfried Kaslana, alongside being a vessel for the 2nd Herrscher — Herrscher of the Void. After the events of Chapter 25, she awakens as the Herrscher of Flamescion. Ultimately after the events of Chapter 35, her will was approved by the Cocoon of Finality, granting her its power and allowing her to awaken as the one and only true Herrscher of the End.

One day in hellheim a strange unknown energy appears and burst out destroying the area completely, due to large damage that the mass energy causes. Hades and Beelzebub go and decide to investigate.

As well the energy manages to give birth towards new kinds of monsters emerging and terrorize the area that landed, when getting close towards the main source. Hades and Beelzebub found a child laying on the ground unconscious.

Even tho the child looks airily similar towards a human it shouldn't be considered a human, the energy that created the monster was not divine or abyssal rather other worldly not from the world.

Under research Beelzebub discovered the child is indeed biologically Human but as well the main source of the energy that appears. Hades decided to adopt the child to watch over it making sure no otherworldly god would threaten to overthrow the gods.

The child was eventually known as ( reader ) the adopted child of hades and princess of hellheim, the reader was kept hidden from Valhalla only the Greeks known about their existences.

Hades was a good father I would say he's over protective over them but a decent father compared towards his younger brother. Recently they've been wanting to experiment the outside world beyond hellheim wanting to explore Valhalla that they learn its existence thru the books their father kept in the library not to mention Midgard manage to peek their interest.

By far the reader and the rest of her cousins are not that close only Hermes that would casually start a conversation with them when he came to visit to deliver messages under the name of their uncle. What about her uncles

Poseidon is very aloof and they rarely met him only one time and poof never seen him again due to his nature preferring the ocean and only visiting hell heim for business

Their other uncle known as Zeus was the ruler of the Valhalla council and would casually go to hellheim to hang out with their father, he would always bring many gifts for them from Valhalla he's a pretty fun person to be around.

About her other uncle adamas, back then during their childhood he would babysit and play with them making sure the reader wouldn't grow alone and giving the fact he will always be there.

What about Beelzebub, Beelzebub is the reader's personal doctor as well as their tutor teaching them about education as well still studying about their biology, his still curious about the energy that burst out. Thanks to his help the technology of hellheim and Valhalla has greatly enhanced.

Recently they've been having black out or sleep walking the feeling as if someone been possessing them and then one night a dual break out destroying half of hellheim.

The reader was soon possessed by the previous wielder of herrscher of void known as sirin going rouge and almost end up killing their adoptive father.

And soon possessed readers manage to break out and destroy the bifrost excessing Valhalla and freaking havoc for the gods up there. Many powerful gods from many different pantheon tried to stop them only to slow them down.

Many portals open and many honkai beasts merge out and start to attack the heavenly realm, and at some point the reader manages to take control of their own body again waking up and seeing many gods pointing their weapons at them.

Hades finally managed to make it by putting her body behind him trying to calm down the paranoid gods that were injured and almost got killed by the reader as soon they were arrested. Beelzebub believed that this day would come and constructed a special chain or handcuffs to suppress the reader abilities or limit their abilities.

But many honkai monsters started to form and it was raining terror over the heavens and the gods believed the only way to stop the monster was to kill the reader but was unable to do anything due to their father.

There's a bomb full of honkai energy having the capabilities of blowing up the heavens the detonate was over 22.03.46. and before it could detonate the reader brought the bomb far from the corner of the universe and detonated taking the nearby planets and reader lives.

Although many gods believed the reader was dead they simply wasn't, due to the nature of honkai nature the reader was fused with it, their consciousness and eyes become one with the energy this unique phenomenon soon form a planet that holds a sleeping and dormant reader purpose is to uphold balance of the universe

[varesai]

♡˗ˏ*˚ : BIG SPOON OR LITTLE SPOON?

𝖬𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

✧.* 𝖠𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗇?

𝖧𝖺𝗂𝗂𝗂 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒 (𝖨’𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝗓…) 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖸𝖤𝖲!!!! 𝖸𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝖾𝗌. 𝖤𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒

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THEY’RE A BIG SPOON. No arguing. Case closed. They want to protect you at all costs, and feels like it’s a very vulnerable way to do it. To hold you in their arms, and to shield you from the world, letting you drift into unconsciousness in their warm embrace. There’s too many out there in this cruel world who have a target against them or their spouse. They feel they need to protect 24/7.

✧.* HI3rd: Vita, Mei (HoO or HoT), Aponia, Thelema, Misteln Schariac

✧.* HSR: Mydei, Dr. Ratio, Aglaea, Argenti, Jing Yuan, Blade, Luocha, Kafka, Jingliu, Jade

✧.* GI: Wriothesley, Mavuika, Arlecchino, Neuvillette, Alhaitham, Kamisato Ayato, Kinich, Xiao

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THEY’RE A LITTLE SPOON. They find they like to be held more than to hold. There’s just something about it, being able to come home from a hard day or simply just to fall into one’s arms and be held. To know they’re safe, and to know they’re loved. It almost feels like they can just melt into you, to become whole with the one they love the most.

✧.* HI3rd: Mobius, Elysia (reg. & HoHE), Kiana (HoF and reg), Songque, Vill-V, Senadina, Theresa (Lunar Vow) Fu Hua (Senti)

✧.* HSR: Aventurine, Sunday, Topaz, Feixiao, Fugue, Sparkle

✧.* GI: Mualani, Furina, Navia, Lyney, Kaveh, Arataki Itto, Yoimiya, Albedo

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THEY’RE BOTH! It depends on the day. Sometimes, they feel the need to hold, and other times, they feel the need to be held. They know they can trust you, and they know that you don’t mind what they choose. Maybe they start off as big spoon and then end up as a little spoon. Maybe it’s just what they’re feeling. Who knows.

✧.* HI3rd: Fu Hua (all besides Senti), Lantern, Helia, Kiana (HoFi), Seele & Veliona, Durandal, Bronya (Silverwing), Rita Rossweisse, Eden

✧.* HSR: Jiaoqiu, The Herta, Rappa, Bronya, Gepard, Boothill, Seele, Robin

✧.* GI: Childe, Chasca, Xilonen, Kamisato Ayaka, Yae Miko, Yumemimizuki Mizuki, Kaedehara Kazuha, Chiori, Tighnari

[soeyekonic]

— ✩♬ ₊˚. the truth? ⭑ M.S

˚⟡˖⋆ synopsis megan wants to end things, and though her reasons are painful, they’re clear. you want to hold on, but the truth settles between you—sometimes love isn’t enough. you don’t beg her to stay.

disclaimer slight angst (i’ll write fluff one day chat), break up, megan skiendiel x fem!reader

currently playing: the truth? by kiana ledé

you know something’s wrong the moment megan tells you she wants to talk.

it’s in the way she won’t meet your eyes, the way she keeps shifting her weight from foot to foot, like she wants to run but forces herself to stay. you’ve known megan long enough to read her, to catch the hesitation in her body language before the words even come out.

you just don’t want to believe it.

the hotel room is dimly lit, the glow of the city outside barely reaching where you sit on the bed. megan stands by the window, arms crossed, looking anywhere but at you.

she inhales sharply. exhales slowly. “i don’t think we should do this anymore.” for a moment, the words don’t register. or maybe you don’t want them to. you blink. “what?”

megan swallows, gripping her arms tighter. “us. this. whatever we’ve been doing.” her voice is quiet but firm. “it has to stop.”

it’s like the air gets sucked out of the room.

your heart pounds so loudly you barely hear yourself speak. “you’re kidding.”

she doesn’t answer.

your stomach twists. a bitter laugh escapes your lips. “no. no, you don’t just get to say that like it doesn’t mean anything. like we don’t mean anything.”

megan finally looks at you then, and her eyes—god, her eyes—are filled with something that makes your chest ache. guilt. regret. pain.

but not doubt.

and that’s when you know. she means it.

your hands tremble as you push yourself up from the bed. “you’re serious.” megan presses her lips together, nodding slightly. “yeah.”

you shake your head, stepping closer. “megan, don’t do this.” “i have to.”

“no, you don’t.” your voice cracks. “you’re choosing to.” her expression flickers, but she doesn’t deny it. the silence stretches between you, thick and suffocating.

you swallow past the lump in your throat. “tell me why.” megan sighs, running a hand through her hair. “because this isn’t fair to either of us.”

you scoff. “not fair?” the words feel sharp on your tongue. “what’s not fair is you making me believe we had something real. making me feel like i mattered to you.”

“you do matter to me.” “then why are you leaving?”

megan closes her eyes for a moment, her jaw tightening. when she speaks again, her voice is quieter. “because i don’t think i love you the way you deserve.”

the words hit you like a punch to the gut. you physically take a step back. “what?”

she looks at you now, really looks at you, and it’s like she’s memorizing every detail, like she knows this is the last time she’ll get to.

“i thought i did,” she admits, voice barely above a whisper. “i wanted to. but it’s not enough.”

your whole body goes cold.

“you’re lying.” the words come out too quickly, too desperate. “this is about something else. are you scared? are you worried about what people will think? because i don’t care about any of that. we can figure it out, megan, we always do—” she shakes her head, cutting you off. “no, we don’t.”

you freeze.

megan’s eyes are sad. “that’s the problem, isn’t it? we keep pretending this is something it’s not. that i’m someone i’m not.”

your breath catches. “you don’t mean that.” she exhales. “i do.”

and just like that, whatever hope you were clinging to shatters.

you stare at her, trying to find something—anything—that tells you this is just fear, that she’ll take it back. but there’s nothing.

you feel sick.

“so that’s it?” your voice is hollow now. “you just get to walk away?”

megan hesitates, guilt flickering across her face. “i’m sorry.”

sorry. that’s what she has to say after all of this. after everything.

your hands clench into fists. “no. you don’t get to say that. you don’t get to act like you’re the one hurting.” “i never wanted to hurt you.”

“well, congratulations,” you snap. “you did.” megan flinches but doesn’t argue.

you let out a shaky breath, blinking rapidly as the tears threaten to fall. but you refuse to let them. not in front of her. not when she’s the one doing this.

she shifts on her feet, like she’s waiting for you to say something. maybe even hoping you’ll make this easier for her. but you won’t.

you shake your head. “i hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for.”

megan’s brows furrow slightly, but she doesn’t respond.

you take a deep, shaky breath and nod.

“okay.” your voice is barely above a whisper. megan’s throat bobs as she swallows. “okay?”

you force yourself to meet her eyes. “if you don’t love me, then i’m not going to beg you to.”

something in megan’s expression falters. for a second, she almost looks like she regrets this. but she doesn’t take it back.

and that’s all you need to know.

you step around her, moving toward the door. your hand grips the knob, and for a moment, you hesitate.

then, without looking back, you whisper, “goodbye, megan.”

and this time, she doesn’t stop you.

a/n: omg first megan fic 🙀

[uchu-no-bashira]

Night Time Relief - Demon!Gyomei x Fem!Reader

TW: Minors do not interact. Husband Gyomei, Demon Gyomei, Dubious Consent, Incubus, Non-con Touching, Non-con elements, Breeding, Power play, Power Imbalance, Blood, Restraining, Biting, Licking, Scratching, Slight Vore(?), Predator/Prey.

A Kasugai crow delivered you orders to destroy maybe one of the most skilled killers in the forest, West of the village it preys on. Without a second thought, you make your way through the woods that night, failing to note that the area around was incomprehensibly still. The smell of petrichor fills the air as freezing raindrops fall to the Earth, shrouding the forest with the soft sound of clattering leaves. You couldn’t ignore the feeling of foreboding in your mind as your footsteps grew lighter and swifter. You could feel it burning the back of your neck, a relentless gaze waiting for you in the abyss of total darkness among the tree line behind you. With hasty eyes, you glance back and forth along the moonlit path ahead and behind you.

Being this uneasy was nothing new to you seeing as you killed demons nightly, so being unsettled from time to time was a given, but tonight? Tonight was different. What was it about this area that forced goosebumps to traverse your body as well as make your stomach turn with venomous butterflies that corrupted your nervous system? It plagued your mind so heavily that you decided to go through the checklist of red flags you’d created in your time as a slayer, counting the top three off the list.

"Darkness, check. Ominous feeling of dread, check... What was that third thing?... Fuck, I'm too scared to remember.”

Hearing you admit to fear so blatantly brought a smile to your pursuer's face, he decided to enjoy the thrill of the chase until the very last moment, so he continued to prowl around in the shadows, waiting for his opportunity to pounce. "How would she taste?" He wondered, keeping his distance while remaining as low as he could, blades of grass gently sliding across his arms, legs and stomach, boosting his sensory skills as he 'sees' the world around him essentially. He listens to your footsteps, allowing the pursuer to constantly keep track of your precise location. It didn’t make it any better that he knows his prey well, he also knows that you’re onto him. All he has to do is stay out of sight. Gyomei had to admit he was a bit disappointed in his meek beloved for not realizing how grave the danger you were in, but he also knew that when you are petrified, you don't use your mind properly.

If You'd been a bit more composed, you would have realized that his commanding aura of dominance quieted all the other creatures in the forest, leaving an eerie, deathly silence that would make even the most expert of hikers turn around and head home. With a deep breath your eyes close slowly, trying desperately to remember what it was that was throwing you off-kilter. You rely on your ears and sense of smell. There was nothing that stood out immediately except the sound of the light rain coming to a stop, so with a low grumble, you whispered to yourself. "Listen to the forest… Listen to the creek around you and the creatures-” You pause momentarily as it finally dawns on you, “There are no other sounds but the creek!… It shouldn't be this qui-”

Before you finish the sentence, a deep snarl comes from your left just as your head turns in it’s direction. Faster than you could open your eyes, a branch snapped, then Gyomei’s body crashed into you. You tumble a few times against the ground, ultimately being pinned to your back. The sound of thumping in your ears increases as you stare into a set of luminous red eyes and gaze upon ashen brown skin that was cold to the touch. Gyomei lets out a deep chuckle while pinning your small hands above your head.

"You remember too late, my love. I thought you would have realized that over an hour ago when I first entered the area." He states in a menacing baritone voice. The force of his tackle left your weapons too far away for you to reach. Regardless, you fight with the strength you have by kicking the demon's rock hard abdominals. Desperate and breathing unsteadily, you do everything imaginable to break free of Gyomei's imperishable death grip on your wrists. The force he applied made it feel like they were going to snap as you grimaced. You continued to think of a way to at least propel him up and over your head, if only you could steady your feet. He was as heavy as a fully loaded train and the sight of his bloodied canines shining in the moonlight made your breathing even more sporadic with the thought that you’d be your husband’s next meal.

Your focus was drawn to his face and how terrifying it was. It harbored black cracks all over that spread along his neck and shoulders, with four extra arms protruding from his side while two continue to pin you. The sounds of your own breaths were drowned out and dominated by his hungry growls. What could have happened to him? Why did this happen to him? He would never agree to becoming a demon… or so you thought. Is this where he’s been for the last two years since his last mission? Through the midst of your confusion, you let out an exasperated grunt, finally finding the words you want to say to him.

"Gy-Gyomei, please! It’s me, your wife, don't-'' You're interrupted as one of Gyomei's free hands comes up to your mouth, covering it in a surprisingly gentle fashion. He makes sure to not scratch your mouth or face with his blackened, serrated claws. Tears of blood flow from his eyes, down his ashen cheeks and onto yours. The cries you expelled were muffled as your own tears involuntarily slip from your eyes and mix with the blood on your face. You begin shaking your head back and forth rapidly, your breaths continuing to stagger as you adamantly try to break free, twisting your wrists until you both hear a loud pop.

The feeling of sharpened nails press into the flesh of your cheek, any more and he’d puncture it. "Shh... My love, don't make this any harder than it needs to be." He tones deeply into your ear as he leans down, the heat from his words making you release a scream into his palm in frustration. Gyomei hums before moving his frosted fingers away from your mouth, slowly tracing along the thickness of your lips before he pinches your chin in the cusp of his index finger. A sharp pain radiates the underside of your chin as his thumb nail penetrates the skin and he draws blood. The stream of red fluid tickles your trachea as you close your eyes from the burning sensation. "You act as if you don't want this… Have you not missed me in my absence?” He asks honestly.

Your breath stifles, your eyes fly open, blistered with tears of grief you’d thought long passed as you lock eyes with your hunter... With your husband. “He remembers me…” You think to yourself while continuing to wiggle your wrist. Finding a little bit of room within his large hands, you were able to break one of your hands free, although you assumed he allowed you to. You slap his hand away from your chin, then shove your palm into his face. "Get.. off... Me!..." You grunt, feet still kicking at his hardened stomach that he, of course, cannot feel. This coerces a demented chuckle from the giant as jagged teeth sink into your palm, burning instantly. Suddenly, the space around your waist is tugged as his nails cut into your sides easily like a knife gliding through butter. He digs his nails in deep, stopping just before any major arteries as he holds you steady.

More of your blood trickles over his fingertips and a feral growl escapes his chest. A loud scream begins to escape your own mouth, the same burning in your chin earlier now ravaging the entirety of your body, the nerves screaming in pain across the synapses in your brain… But then… The area grows warm and sensitive, changing the feral screams of your voice into pleasured moans. Gyomei's top left arm continues to hold one of your wrists, while the top right that you’d smacked away, grabs your offending bloody hand and he drags his tongue over the wound he'd made.

He laps at your palm sensually, slurping on your red nectar while he chuckles. "You know there is no point in this." He tones before licking his lips. "You're too sweet to let go and far too valuable to me to share with anyone else."

You scoff at his words in disgust. "Listen... To yourself!! You- Anh~!" A moan quivers in your voice as his nails squeeze deeper into your sides. "You sound... Like a... Monster! This isn't you! You're not like this!..." You whimper, eyes closing as you turn your head away from what used to be your loving husband. Gyomei continues to lick your wound, becoming even more roused by the position he's in. He kisses his way down your wrist, then smiles playfully.

“But you're enjoying yourself and don't want me to stop... Isn't that right?" He asks in a smooth tone of voice. You hated yourself for agreeing with the demon, a faint heat creeping along your cheeks as you refused to answer, your body now basking in the warmth surging through your body. His carnivorous licks grow more pleasant with each passing second. You look up at the demon with curiosity plaguing your mind.

"Exactly... What kind of demon are you? Why did you become a demon? How could you.. Leave me for so long?" You ask in a medium pitched, breathy voice. Your arousal was obvious to the demon towering above you. He gently responds back while placing your hand back in its original place in his large palm, pinning it above your head again.

"My only reason for becoming a demon was to meet you again. I was dying a painful death on my final mission as a Slayer and could not bear the thought of never saying goodbye… So, I did what I must to meet you once more. I try not to dwell on my blunder, as what I wished for finally came to pass.” He tones while dragging his nail along the supple flesh of your skin. “As far as what kind of demon, it should be obvious by now, my love. Tell me, what do you think I am?" He asks while taking the finger on his bottom right hand to the top of your slayer uniform, then drags it down to the waistline of your pants. The sound of fabric tearing and buttons popping could be heard as your breasts burst out of the torn clothing.

The sound of the demon purring signals that he likes what he sensed, your overwhelming aroma of lust teasing his nose and tongue as he palms your chest. The cold wet air grazing your bare flesh and nipples pulls a stifled moan from your lips before you answer. "An... Incubus?..." Gyomei nods his head slowly, then places his forehead to yours.

“Will you allow me to indulge in your warmth once more, y/n? I may be a demon… But I still care deeply about you, that much I have not forgotten.” He asks while looping his finger on the inside of your pants. You couldn’t help but relent and nod your head. You’d missed his touch so much for the past two years that he was away. He grins at you lovingly, then begins to drag his finger from the base of your collarbone to your navel tearing the flesh of your torso as he goes. The sound of your moans flooding his ear brought bliss throughout his body.

He uses his last two arms to spread your legs, exposing a precious pussy that was oozing cum prematurely as he rubs his clothed dick against your sensitive bulb. His venom had worked just as he wanted it to. He feels along your tiny frame as you fully submit to your lust. With your head tilted back, eyes half lidded and your body flushed beyond all reason, you position your hips against the underside of his dick. The massive output of steam from your body signals to him that you’re all his and your resistance has dissipated. Gyomei giggles at you before dragging his tongue along your bloody torso. "You taste amazing, my love…" He whispers as removes his claws from your waist and free’s his large dick from his pants, then lines it up at your opening. “This will hurt a bit.”

As he pushes his hips forward, his dick seemingly splits you up the middle and presses into your cervix as you let out a feral moan. How thrilling it felt to be under your husband once again albeit under less than ideal circumstances. Here you were, bare as a newborn child on the forest floor, mating with a demon of astronomical size and strength. Each thrust into your tight hole had you seeing stars and squeezing your nails into your palms. “T-to much!... H-hurts!” You cry as tears of pleasure start to careen down your cheeks. Gyomei snarls as he leans in to bite your neck, injecting more venom into you, soothing your pain while feeding himself in the process as your scream takes on a more pleasured tone.

Gyomei drags his tongue along your neck slowly and with the tantalizing taste of iron on his tongue accompanied by the feeling of his dick being squeezed and sucked into your greedy pussy has soft, pleased growls leaving his chest with each snap of his hips. He could lose himself in this sensation and he does. You’re intoxicating to this man and he can’t stop himself as he goes in a second time, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. Your heavy breathing and moaning has your heart pumping his venom through your veins at an exponential rate, causing you to cum all over his pelvis as you take him in his entirety.

“F-fuck!... S-so big!… S-so good!~” You whimper, your pussy spasms as you feel a dagger like sensation piercing into your collar bone, the sound of squelching filling the air as your eyes drift to the back of your head. The feeling of his cold skin against your own causes temporary relief as you continue to release guttural moans into Gyomei’s ear. The large demon continues to drive into you harder, deeper, faster until he feels you nearing your breaking point. He squeezes your wrists tighter, pumping into you sloppily as creamy white slick spreads to his abdomen.

“Almost...” He pleads in a deep and needy tone as he angles himself to fuck into your sweet spot. The sheer feeling of him pushing into your tightening hole was too much to bear, what tips him over the edge was the sound of your voice breaking as you orgasm loudly, the sound reverberating in his ears causing him to let out a deep groan that vibrates your chest as he shoots thick, hot ropes of his seed into you.

Both of you were breathing heavily and you’d looked like you’d been mauled by a demon. Bite marks everywhere and close to severe blood loss. You look up at him with tired eyes, the adrenaline from his venom wearing off as you ask breathily,

“Are you going to devour me now?”

Gyomei chuckles and lets go of your bruised wrists.

“Oh, my love… this is just the first of our encounters. I’ve decided this will not be the last of us meeting. As I said: You're too sweet to let go and far too valuable to me to share with anyone else... ”

… And you didn’t mind that. Not. One Bit.

[mywifealhaitham]

very pre-relase Jiaoqiu headcanons!!

a/n: nothing brings back a dead writer like a cute guy... anyways feeding y'all right away just like I did with boothill

• we know nothing but I literally wrote 3 boothill fics before he was revealed nothing can stop me

• his love language is cooking!! he will cook for you literally anytime of the day or during any special occasion. you will be well fed with him

• you'll also never be sick for more than a day with him too he knows how to make a healing soup, literally.

• actually you may never be injured with him at all, he knows his medicine well especially since studying it most likely since he was young and his family studying it.

• probably a little tease tbh... I sense it. poking fun at you or smooth flirtatious lines leaving his mouth before dropping the plate of fresh food he made in front of you.

• probably more than once walked past you while you were relaxing and swooped his tail teasingly under ur chin. Does this make sense because I have a perfect vision in my mind.

• despite being a shit sometime he spoils you to death. anytime you feel just a bit down he has your favorite meal right in front of you. he's a good listener too I bet or atleast has a comforting aura.

you are well cared for with him that's for sure.

[modanisgf]

okay sneak peek from the poll will postnlike next week hopefully..!

[imaginarytree]

Family life

Warmth and happiness radiated in the cozy home in the dazzling sun of Okhema as mischevious giggles and hushesh whispers filled the halls

"Shhh!Don't tell your mom or she will take away all our toys okay?"

spoke your husband and you could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke to your daughter

"Don't tell me what exactly?"

you crossed your arms as you stared at them both with mock sternness as you watched both of them yelp and scramble before your daughter pointed at your husband

"He did it mama he is guilty"

she quickly yelled out

"Traitor! i thought we were in this together"

he immediately grabbed the squealing toddler and begun tickling her

laughter rang throughout the what was once a lonely home and filled it with a golden glow that gave it life

"Kiana what did your old man do?"

you asked with a raised brow and she hid behind him

"snitches are bad so i'm not telling"

she huffed and puffed her chest as if she did something heroic which made you look at your sheepish husband with an exasperated smile as she ran off

"who would have thought i'd have to wait months just to have a mini you"

with that he chuckled and placed a kiss on your forehead as he wrapped his arms around your waist

"you love it don't lie love"

you chuckled and tilted your head upwards to give him a kiss

"Ewww mama and papa are gross"

her childish grumble got another laugh out of you as you picked her up to place her in the middle and kiss her cheek

"Is this good enough Your Majesty"

you chuckle as she huffs in satisfaction

"mhm"

with that she leaned in your hold with a smile

"i love you mama"

Phainon's playfully sad voice was heard

"What about papa don't you love papa angel?"

Kiana lightly kicked him

"only a little bit but i love mama more"

he chuckled

"it's alright i love your mama too"

"so do you both plan to tell me what you did?"

"no!"

"alright alright i'll find it out by myself but if it's anything bad you both are in serious trouble"

"yes ma'am"

this little family would forever be his sanctuary and these days would forever be cherished by HIM be it in this life or in another

[devdozes]

SNOWBALL FIGHT ♥ !!

Now introducing kiana kaslana (hi3) and phainon :hsr) fighting eachother, two white haired puppies fighting.. poor you KIANA AND PHAINON FANART AT END OF THE POST!!

The classroom was unnervingly quiet. The faint scratching of pens on paper, the occasional shifting of chairs, and the muffled coughs of students were the only sounds filling the room. You had finished your test a while ago, leaving you with nothing to do except twirl your pen between your fingers, staring blankly at the clock. Time seemed to be crawling at an agonizingly slow pace.

With a small sigh, you turned your attention to the large window beside you. The world outside looked far more interesting than the suffocating silence of the classroom. Snowflakes drifted lazily from the sky, blanketing the school grounds in a shimmering white. But what truly caught your attention was the chaotic scene unfolding near the courtyard.

Two familiar figures were engaged in a full-fledged snowball war—Phainon and Kiana Kaslana.

A smile tugged at your lips as you watched your two best friends pelt each other with snowballs like their lives depended on it. Kiana, ever the energetic menace, had practically built herself a small fortress of snow, crouched behind it as she prepared her next attack. Meanwhile, Phainon, with his usual mischievous grin, stood tall in the open, confidently dodging each of Kiana’s shots like some snowball-fighting prodigy.

His white hair was dusted with snow, his cerulean blue eyes gleaming with excitement as he scooped up a handful of snow and launched it with perfect accuracy. The snowball smacked Kiana right on the forehead, causing her to stagger backward dramatically. Even from where you sat, you could hear her exaggerated groan of betrayal.

You bit your lip, suppressing a laugh, but the amusement bubbling inside you was impossible to contain. Deciding to join in—at least in spirit—you pressed your palm against the cold glass of the window and knocked against it lightly. No response. They were too engrossed in their battle.

You knocked again, a little louder this time. Still nothing.

Growing impatient, you waved both arms exaggeratedly, trying to grab their attention. When that still didn’t work, you resorted to pressing your face against the window dramatically, puffing your cheeks out.

Finally, Phainon seemed to notice something out of the corner of his eye and glanced up. His expression shifted from confusion to delight in an instant. He beamed at you, his usual carefree and teasing aura shining through even from a distance. Then, without missing a beat, he scooped up another snowball and hurled it—

Not at Kiana this time, but straight at the window.

You barely had time to react before a splatter of white exploded against the glass in front of your face, making you jump slightly in surprise. The class, still dead silent, turned to look at you.

Oops.

Suppressing a giggle, you turned back toward the window to glare at Phainon, who was laughing triumphantly. Kiana, now noticing you as well, waved enthusiastically before launching a sneak attack on Phainon’s side, making him stumble.

You couldn’t hear their words, but the way Phainon frantically gestured in your direction before retaliating with another snowball at Kiana told you all you needed to know. They were both absolute menaces.

Still, watching them like this—carefree and chaotic—filled your chest with warmth.

As the teacher cleared their throat pointedly, you quickly sat up straight, feigning innocence.

But the small smile never left your lips. The test might’ve been boring, but watching your 'best friends' turn the schoolyard into their personal battlefield had made your day far more entertaining than you could have hoped for.

And you had no doubt that once class ended, you’d be dragged right into the middle of their snowy chaos.

An idea suddenly struck you, and with a playful smirk, you ripped a small piece of paper from your notebook. You scribbled down a message in bold letters:

"Whoever wins the snowball fight gets to spend a whole day with me."

With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you held up the note against the window, making sure both Phainon and Kiana could see it. The second their eyes landed on the words, they both froze.

Then, absolute chaos erupted.

Kiana let out a battle cry and immediately dove for more snow, packing it as fast as she could. Phainon, ever the competitive one, abandoned his dodging technique and went full offense, throwing snowballs in rapid succession. You could hear their distant shouts, their determination growing tenfold as they turned the simple fight into a full-blown war for your attention.

Phainon smirked, rolling up the sleeves of his coat as he quickly formed snowballs with expert precision. "Alright, Kiana, you’re going down!"

"Hah! In your dreams!" Kiana scoffed before hurling a massive snowball straight at Phainon's chest. It exploded upon impact, sending a spray of snow across his face.

Phainon wiped the snow off, his grin unwavering. "Oh, it’s on now."

The battle intensified. Kiana was a machine, rapidly building and launching snowballs from behind her fort. Phainon, however, was dangerously fast, weaving through her attacks as if he was predicting her every move. The ground around them was now a war zone, littered with remnants of broken snowballs and footprints.

In a desperate move, Kiana abandoned defense altogether, charging forward with an armful of snow. "If I can’t hit you, I’ll just tackle you!"

"What—Kiana, wait—!"

With an impressive leap, Kiana launched herself at Phainon, tackling him into the snow. They both went down with a muffled thud, a cloud of powdery white flying into the air. When the snow settled, Kiana had successfully pinned Phainon, stuffing snow into his jacket with a victorious cackle.

"ACK—Kiana, THAT’S CHEATING!" Phainon protested, flailing under her.

You laughed so hard you nearly fell out of your chair. Watching them turn the fight into absolute madness was far more entertaining than anything else that had happened all day.

After a few moments of struggling, Phainon finally managed to flip their positions, rolling Kiana into the snow instead. "Ha! Payback!"

Their wrestling turned into a full-on snow brawl, both of them rolling across the courtyard, laughing and yelling like children. It wasn’t even about the snowballs anymore—they were just seeing who could overpower the other first.

You sighed, shaking your head in exasperation yet amusement. "They do realize I didn’t specify how to win, right?"

The bell rang, signaling the end of class, and you quickly gathered your things before heading outside. You had a feeling you’d be breaking up a very dramatic and completely unnecessary snow fight soon.

The crisp winter air nipped at your cheeks as you made your way down the school steps, boots crunching against the fresh snow. The moment you stepped outside, you were met with a whirlwind of movement—Kiana and Phainon, your two best friends, were still engaged in their intense snowball battle. It was as if they hadn’t even noticed your presence yet, too caught up in their chaotic war.

Kiana, with her wild silver hair and boundless energy, was darting across the snowy battlefield like an acrobat, effortlessly dodging Phainon’s well-aimed snowballs. Her laughter rang through the crisp air, a mischievous grin on her face as she scooped up another handful of snow. "Ha! Is that all you got, Phai? I expected more from the ‘self-proclaimed snowball king!’”

Phainon, standing tall with his usual messy white hair dusted in snow, narrowed his cerulean eyes. He had rolled up the sleeves of his sweater despite the freezing temperature, his competitive spirit burning too hot for him to care about the cold. "Tch. Big talk coming from someone who just missed me by a mile," he shot back, winding up another perfect throw.

You let out a laugh as you watched the battle unfold, shaking your head at their ridiculous antics. They truly had the energy levels of hyperactive puppies, and yet, you couldn’t imagine your life without their infectious chaos. As you approached them, Kiana was the first to notice, eyes lighting up.

“[NAMEE]!” she practically cheered, rushing toward you with open arms before promptly tackling you into a hug. The force made you stumble slightly, but you had long since grown accustomed to her boundless enthusiasm. Phainon, not wanting to be left out, strode over and ruffled your hair, his usual teasing grin on his face.

"Look who finally decided to grace us with her presence," Phainon quipped, crossing his arms. "Took you long enough."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Well, I would’ve come down sooner if I didn’t have to watch you two act like five-year-olds on a sugar rush."

Kiana gasped dramatically, placing a hand over her chest. "How dare you! This is an honorable duel! The winner gets to spend an entire day with you, remember? We’re fighting for a noble cause!"

Phainon chuckled, nudging your shoulder. "Yeah, so who’s winning, huh? Me, obviously."

Kiana scoffed, shoving him lightly. "Pfft, please. I’ve been dominating this entire time. You just keep getting lucky."

You sighed, shaking your head with amusement. "Honestly, you’re both kind of terrible. But since you’re so determined to win, how about we just spend the day together? The three of us."

They both blinked at you before exchanging glances. Then, at the exact same time, they smirked.

Kiana grabbed your left arm. "See? That just means I won!"

Phainon grabbed your right arm. "Nice try, Kaslana. I won, and you know it."

Before you could react, both of them started tugging at you, each trying to claim victory over the other. You groaned. "Oh my god, are you two serious—?"

"Let’s go to that new arcade!" Kiana chirped, pulling you her way.

"No, we’re getting hot chocolate first, [Name] looks frozen," Phainon insisted, pulling you the other way.

"We can do both!" you protested, exasperated but unable to suppress your laughter.

Phainon and Kiana stopped for a moment, as if considering your words. Then, with a simultaneous nod, they finally let go of you—only for Kiana to jump onto Phainon’s back in an attempt to wrestle him into the snow.

"THIS MEANS THE COMPETITION ISN’T OVER!" Kiana yelled as they both tumbled into the snow in a flurry of laughter and chaos.

You sighed, smiling fondly at the sight. You had no idea how you managed to deal with these two every day, but honestly? You wouldn’t trade them for the world.

As they finally settled, panting slightly from all their antics, Phainon suddenly leaned in and pressed a quick peck to your cheek. Before you could even react, Kiana, not to be outdone, did the same on your other cheek. Your entire body froze, eyes wide as warmth rushed to your face.

They both pulled back with identical smug grins, acting like nothing happened. "Alright, let’s go!" Kiana said cheerfully, looping her arm through yours as if she hadn’t just rendered you speechless.

Phainon simply chuckled, hands stuffed into his pockets. "What? You look a little stunned there, [Name]. Something wrong?"

Your brain short-circuited. These two puppies are going to be the death of you. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

The walk to the café was anything but peaceful.

Kiana and Phainon, still riding their competitive high, kept trying to one-up each other in the most ridiculous ways. First, they fought over who would carry your bag (which you didn’t even need help with), resulting in both of them awkwardly holding onto it at the same time. Then, they debated over who got to sit next to you, nearly flipping the table when they both reached for the same chair.

"Alright, that’s enough!" You finally groaned, plopping down in the middle just to keep the peace. "You two are worse than toddlers."

"More like two devoted knights fighting for the honor of their beloved queen," Kiana corrected with a cheeky grin, sipping her hot chocolate.

Phainon snorted. "Yeah? Then why do you have whipped cream on your nose, ‘knight?’"

Kiana blinked before hastily wiping at her face, but you and Phainon only laughed harder.

The rest of the evening was spent in playful banter, warm drinks, and enough laughter to make your stomach ache. You might have had two of the most chaotic best friends in the world, but as you sat there between them, listening to their lighthearted bickering, you realized something.

You wouldn’t change a single thing. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

After an intense snowball fight and playful banter, you, Phainon, and Kiana finally made your way to the arcade, the warmth of the indoor space a stark contrast to the chilly weather outside. The place was buzzing with flashing neon lights, the sounds of games beeping, and the occasional triumphant shouts of players winning jackpots.

Phainon, with his usual chaotic energy, immediately dragged you toward the racing games, determined to prove he was the best. Kiana, on the other hand, scoffed, cracking her knuckles. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'm gonna wipe the floor with both of you."

"Oh, you wish, Kaslana," Phainon shot back, adjusting his stance as he plopped into the arcade seat.

You simply laughed, taking your seat as well. The three of you slammed your tokens in and soon, the race began. The competition was fierce, with Kiana ramming her virtual car into Phainon's just to mess with him. Phainon cursed dramatically, swerving all over the track, while you focused on smoothly maneuvering past them. At the last second, you overtook both of them, grinning in triumph.

"No way!" Phainon groaned, throwing his head back. "You totally cheated."

"Nope, you're just bad," you teased, standing up with a victorious stretch.

Kiana laughed, patting Phainon on the back. "Face it, dude. You just got outplayed."

Phainon pouted dramatically but quickly recovered when Kiana pointed towards the claw machines. "Ohhh, let’s win something!"

The three of you then took turns trying (and failing) to grab plushies, with Phainon blaming the machine for being rigged while Kiana accused him of having weak wrists. You, however, managed to snag a small, adorable penguin plush, which you proudly held up like a trophy.

"This is mine now. My child," you declared.

"Nah, our child," Kiana corrected, looping an arm around your shoulders. "We’re co-parenting."

Phainon gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. "Excuse me?! If anything, I should be the dad!"

The banter continued until you spotted the photo booth at the corner of the arcade. With a mischievous grin, you tugged both of them toward it. "C'mon, let’s take some pictures!"

Kiana practically jumped in. "Oh, hell yeah! We need to commemorate this."

Phainon groaned but followed along, rolling his eyes. "Fine, fine. But I’m not doing any of those stupid poses."

The moment you got inside, however, Kiana started messing with the settings, adding ridiculous filters while Phainon dramatically posed in the background. You got squished between them as the countdown began.

"Okay, normal pose first!" you said, all three of you smiling at the camera.

The second shot? Kiana threw up peace signs while Phainon smirked and slung an arm around your shoulders.

Third shot? Kiana kissed your cheek, AGAIN and before you could even react, Phainon did the same on the other side, making you freeze up as the shutter clicked.

"WHAT THE—" You barely had time to process before the final shot snapped, capturing your flustered expression while Kiana and Phainon just laughed.

As the pictures printed, you snatched them up, your face burning. "You two are insane."

Phainon just grinned. "Well, you’re stuck with us."

Kiana slung an arm around you again. "Yup! No take-backs. Now let’s go get more snacks."

Phainon scoffed. "You just ate a whole bucket of popcorn."

"Yeah, and? My stomach is a black hole."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a grin. "Alright, alright, let’s just go to the convenience store."

"YES!" Kiana cheered, immediately grabbing both your and Phainon’s hands and dragging you down the street at a ridiculous speed.

Phainon groaned. "Kaslana, slow down! We’re not running a marathon!"

Ignoring his complaint, Kiana burst through the automatic doors of the nearest convenience store, her eyes immediately scanning for snacks like a predator hunting prey. You and Phainon stumbled in after her, catching your breath as Kiana practically dived into the snack aisle.

"Alright, team, we need to strategize," Kiana announced, looking deadly serious. "Sweet? Salty? Spicy? We need a balance."

Phainon crossed his arms, pretending to think deeply. "We should just buy everything."

"Oh my god, genius!" Kiana gasped, already grabbing chips, candy, and an absurd amount of energy drinks.

You sighed, rubbing your temples. "We are going to regret this."

"We live for the chaos, [Name]," Phainon said, slinging an arm over your shoulder with a teasing smirk. "Might as well embrace it."

Soon, your arms were full of snacks, and Phainon was stuck carrying Kiana’s ridiculous pile of instant noodles. The cashier gave the three of you a skeptical look as you dumped everything onto the counter.

"Midnight party?" the cashier asked dryly.

"Something like that," you replied with a sheepish laugh.

After paying, the three of you walked out, bags in hand, still giggling over the absurd amount of junk food you’d just purchased. Kiana stretched dramatically. "Alright, we feast! But where?"

Phainon hummed, then pointed toward a nearby park. "Let’s go there. It’s quiet, and we can sit under the big tree."

"Ooooh, sounds romantic," Kiana teased, nudging both you and Phainon.

You rolled your eyes, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. "Just shut up and walk.

Phainon chuckled but didn’t argue, leading the way as the three of you headed off for a midnight feast under the stars.

As soon as you reached the park and settled under the tree, Kiana stretched her arms out and grinned. "Alright, time to eat! But first—"

Before she could finish her sentence, a snowball smacked her right in the face.

She blinked, stunned, as snow dripped from her hair. Phainon stood a few feet away, a smug grin on his face. "First what?"

Kiana wiped the snow off her cheek and narrowed her eyes. "Oh, you are SO dead."

She grabbed a handful of snow and launched it at Phainon, who barely dodged in time, laughing. You sighed, watching as the two of them immediately devolved into another chaotic snowball fight, running across the park like children.

"This again?" you muttered, shaking your head with amusement.

Kiana ducked behind a bench, quickly forming an arsenal of snowballs, while Phainon used a tree for cover, occasionally peeking out to hurl a snowball at her. You watched in amusement as their competitive spirits kicked in, neither willing to back down.

"You fight like an amateur, Kaslana!" Phainon taunted, dodging another attack.

"Oh yeah? SAY THAT TO MY FACE!" Kiana yelled, launching three snowballs in rapid succession. One of them smacked Phainon right in the chest.

He stumbled back dramatically. "You got me… I’m going down…!"

Kiana cheered—until Phainon suddenly regained his footing and threw a massive snowball right at her, knocking her off balance. She flopped onto the snow with a yelp.

You sighed, already knowing where this was headed. While the two of them engaged in their ridiculous battle, diving behind trees and throwing increasingly larger snowballs at each other, you quietly stood up and slipped away.

With a knowing look, you made your way toward a nearby convenience store again, heading straight for the first-aid section. You were no stranger to their antics. Kiana and Phainon might be super fit, but they had no sense of self-preservation when it came to their so-called ‘battles.’ You could already predict the scrapes, bruises, and minor cuts they’d have after tumbling around in the snow like lunatics.

Grabbing a pack of bandages and some cute, colorful stickers—because if they were going to get patched up, you might as well make them look ridiculous—you paid for the items and walked back.

By the time you returned, both of them were panting heavily, snow-covered and grinning like idiots. Kiana had a red scrape on her knee from slipping, and Phainon was rubbing his arm where he had clearly taken a hit too hard.

"You guys are actual disasters," you muttered, kneeling down beside them. Without another word, you opened the first-aid kit and started patching them up.

Kiana blinked at you in surprise. "Wait… when did you even go get this?"

Phainon smirked, watching as you carefully pressed a bandage over a small cut on his knuckle. "So, you knew we'd get hurt and went ahead to prepare?"

"I know you two too well," you sighed, placing a cat-shaped sticker over Kiana’s bandage just to spite her.

Kiana gasped. "Did you just—Is this a PINK cat sticker?!"

"Yep. And Phainon gets a little bunny one." You grinned, sticking it onto his wrist.

Phainon stared at it for a second, then just chuckled. "Cute."

Kiana groaned dramatically, flopping onto the snow. "Ugh, I can't believe you humiliated me like this." You just laugh before putting more bandages and cute little stickers on their face and CLICK!! Taking a picture of them, secretly putting it on your phone wallpaper. You just laughed. "Consider it your punishment for being absolute menaces. Now, are we done with the fighting, or do I need to go buy more bandages?"

Phainon and Kiana exchanged glances before grinning mischievously at each other.

"Uh-oh," you muttered, realizing too late that you’d just become their next target.

HEREE !! MADE SOME FIC WITH THIS FANART I MADE, I LOVE KIANA AND PHAINON AUGH.

[aventurineswife]

👀 Sunday with Kiana-like!Reader, tackling the roots of various problems instead of building of walls and cages and sweet dreams coughslikeSundaycoughs and doing everything they can to help and protect people from memetic monsters and other otherworldly threats while also running themselves so far into the ground they occasionally get sick or injured or both.

Think of the angst potential.

Between Waking and Dreaming

Summary: As the Charmony Festival unfolds, Sunday confronts you after yet another exhausting battle against otherworldly threats. Despite your relentless drive to help and protect others, often at the cost of your own health, Sunday encourages you to prioritize your well-being. Through his support and understanding, the two of you begin to bridge the gap between his vision of a painless dream and your determination to tackle problems head-on.

Tags: Sunday x Reader, Kiana Kaslana based Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Support, Opposites Attract, Self-Sacrifice, Angst with a Happy Ending, Tender Moments, Mutual Growth, Slow-Burn Potential.

Warnings: Mentions of self-sacrificial behavior and overexertion, Mild descriptions of physical and emotional exhaustion.

A/N: I like your thinking, anon🫣👀 (this may be ooc since idk much about HI3)

The sky was darkening as the city of Oak's heart, bustling with the Charmony Festival's lively spirit, began to quiet. The sounds of laughter and music still filled the air, but something in the breeze felt different, a hint of tension lingering between the edges of the revelry.

Sunday stood in the grand hall of the Oak Family estate, surveying the aftermath of a particularly taxing day. The festival was only a glimpse of what he strived for—the Sweetdream Paradise—a realm where everyone could escape pain, a dream of peace that seemed so far from reach.

But then there was you.

You, a beacon of light amid all the shadows.

You were his opposite in so many ways. While Sunday envisioned a painless world, an eternal dream that might shield people from their suffering, you rejected that ideal. You weren’t about building walls, much less cages, around people’s hearts. Instead, you believed in confronting problems, tackling the very roots of what ailed the world, no matter how impossible it seemed. You fought the memetic monsters and the otherworldly threats head-on, with all your heart and spirit.

And, much to Sunday’s dismay, you pushed yourself to the brink every single time. You didn’t stop, didn’t take a break, and refused to let anyone shoulder the burden of protecting the world alone, even if it meant running yourself into the ground.

But Sunday saw the toll it took. He always did. The days when your energy was completely drained, when your eyes were clouded by exhaustion or worse, illness. The way you fought through your own pain, convinced that you could bear it all if it meant no one else had to.

“[Name],” Sunday said, voice gentle but firm as he stepped closer to where you were sitting, wiping away the sweat from your brow. Your hand was still clutching your side, your breath shallow from the battle you’d just fought.

“You shouldn’t be pushing yourself like this.” His eyes softened as he crouched beside you, his angelic halo shimmering above his head. The wings at his ears glinted in the dim light, but they seemed almost dull compared to the brightness of his concern for you.

“I’m fine,” you lied, your voice barely above a whisper. Your head rested against the wall, a deep, lingering weariness overtaking you. “We still have to take care of the memetic distortion. I’m... I'm okay.”

Sunday’s fingers brushed your hair back, a quiet act of tenderness. He knew you were anything but okay. The way you’d been pushing yourself had drained you, and it was starting to show in every sharp breath you took, in the way your body trembled slightly. The only thing that seemed to give you comfort was the thought of protecting others, yet you were blind to how much you were hurting yourself in the process.

“You’re not okay, [Name],” he murmured, his voice dipping into something softer, something that betrayed the stern leader he often portrayed. His eyes flickered with a hint of frustration, but it was frustration aimed not at you, but at the world that had shaped you into someone who believed sacrificing your well-being was the only way to protect those around you. “Why can’t you just rest? You’re no good to anyone like this.”

You tried to smile, but it was a weak thing, slipping away just as quickly as it had come. “Because if I don’t, who will protect them?”

Sunday sighed, kneeling down until his face was level with yours. His wavy(?) hair framed his face, the piercing angel wings catching the light. His gaze softened, but there was something in it—something resolute, yet filled with concern. “You’re so much like me. Always thinking of others before yourself. But you’re wrong. You’re burning yourself out, and you won’t be able to protect anyone if you’re broken.”

“You don’t understand,” you muttered, shaking your head, the weight of your thoughts pressing down. “This world isn’t a sweet dream. There’s so much pain. If I don’t keep fighting, I don’t know what will happen. I can’t let people suffer.”

Sunday looked at you for a long moment, studying your expression as you battled your inner turmoil. There was something in his eyes—a reflection of his own personal struggle. The very thing that haunted him: the idea that people couldn’t escape their suffering, not by his design, not by anyone’s.

“You’re right,” he admitted, his voice lower, softer than you’d heard it before. “This world isn’t a sweet dream. It’s a waking nightmare for many. And maybe it always will be.”

You looked up at him, surprised by the rare admission. Sunday, the stoic leader, the one who wished for an escape from all the pain, was agreeing with you?

“But,” he continued, “I’m starting to realize something. I’ve spent so much time building a paradise for people to escape pain. But you—you don’t run away from it. You face it head-on. You try to help, even when it feels impossible. And that… that is what makes you stronger.”

You blinked, feeling a strange warmth spread through your chest. For all the times Sunday had pushed his ideals on you, for all the times he’d insisted on the Sweetdream Paradise, here he was, acknowledging your own way of doing things. He was seeing you—not as someone who needed to fit into his dream, but as someone with a purpose of their own.

“I can’t fix the world alone,” you said, your voice quiet but filled with resolve. “I just… I can’t let people suffer. Not while I’m here. Not while there’s something I can do about it.”

Sunday reached out, his gloved hand gently cupping your cheek. His eyes held a quiet intensity, but now there was something softer—something that had always been there beneath the surface. “I understand. But you have to learn to take care of yourself too. You can’t save everyone if you’re the one who’s broken.”

You hesitated, then nodded, finally allowing yourself to lean into his touch, the exhaustion and pain too much to hold back any longer. “I’ll try,” you whispered, though doubt lingered in your voice.

Sunday smiled, the soft, warm smile that you hadn’t seen much of lately. The one that said, “I’m here with you.”

“I’ll help you. We’ll figure it out together.”

For the first time in what felt like ages, you allowed yourself to breathe. The weight of the world hadn’t lifted, but Sunday’s presence beside you, his quiet promise to help carry the burden, made it feel like maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for a different way.

And in that moment, you felt a spark of hope—a hope that, even in a world full of pain, you didn’t have to carry the weight alone.

[yingfelis]

Experiment on me Ms. Scientist!

Kiana Kaslana x Scientist Reader

Possibly ooc(?)

“Ms. Kaslana why are you here?” You asked with a blank face. The newly Herrscher of Flamesion just looked at you with an innocent smile.

“I’m here for a check up of course!” Kiana smiled as she sat on one of the tables in the room. You sighed at the girl’s cheery demeanor.

Listen, she was cute, but you chose this specific job for a reason. One of it being so you could do your research alone, without the unnecessary hassle of dealing with people.

“Ms. Kaslana, no matter how stupid you act, we both know that’s not my area of expertise. Also you just had one with Dr. Tesla a few days ago.” You countered tiredly as you sat in your chair and slightly spun it around to face the white haired girl.

Kiana averted her gaze from you, clearly guilty, but still tried to play it off. “Hmm did I now? Suddenly I can’t seem to remember exactly, maybe you should preform an examination—”

“Cut the crap Kiana”

“Gasp so you can say my name!”

Kiana faked an exaggerated shocked face as you grew increasingly done with her.

“Either get to the point or get out”

The girl gave you a pouted/sad look and you suddenly feel as though you’ve kicked a kitten. Nevertheless you shook it off and let out another sigh. (You could feel a headache coming in)

“I have several experiments and analysis’s to get to.”

“You can experiment on me, Ms. Scientist~” Kiana winked at you as you stared unimpressed.

“No.”

“Worth a shot”

Kiana visibly deflated and again you felt that stupid pang of guilt. God get it together, tripping up just cause of a cute girl.

“Alright so what will it take you to leave.” This was taking up too much of your time. Also you don’t know how much longer you can will your way out of this.

Kiana pondered for a moment, letting out a soft hum. “Well….. a kiss would be nice,” She said teasingly innocent.

You paused. Your face started to heat up

“Hehe look! I knew that would make you make such a cute face,” Kiana cheered happily before getting up.

“Don’t worry, I just wanted to see that reaction from you. I don’t actually exp—”

Suddenly Kiana cut herself off as she felt your hand on her face, stopping her from leaving. Then your lips brush up against her cheek. Her face lit up a bright read from being caught off guard.

“There. Happy?” You asked, slightly blushing too. In the end you gave into the cute girl. I mean who wouldn’t? (Probably not you since you’re reading this)

Kiana was stunned, she didn’t actually expect you to kiss her. Even on just the cheek, it was already enough to made her heart rate increase. She could only mutter out a small—

“Could you do my lips next please…?”

That was not what she wanted to say. Kiana internally face palmed, screaming at her stupid mouth for always moving before her brain could think. At this point fighting the Herrscher of Dominance was less painful than this moment.

“Really?” Your deadpan face certainly did not help with her current thoughts

“Erm- well you don’t— I mean I didn’t mean it yk… you… you just caught me off guard…”

Once again Kiana was left speechless as your lips met hers. Her eyes widened before she relaxed and leaned into the kiss. Kiana’s eyes shut fully as she let out a soft hum and her hand found yours, holding it gently.

You two stayed like that for a moment before you pulled away, face slightly red but eyes softened so enchantingly Kiana wanted to kiss you all over again.

Which she did

“Wha—“

You tried to protest but it all fell on deaf ears and you weren’t even trying to push the girl away at this point.

[ronaldothebestie]

Neon Nightfall | Rúben Dias

Rúben Dias x Singer!reader

* ˚ ✦ Summary: When you discovers that her boyfriend has one of youre songs as an alarm.

Tw: Mentions of previous sex, a normal Saturday morning, you are being a little devil, They both have affectionate names.

Beautiful people are talking (series)

English is not my first language!🤪

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"Come on, Ruby, wake up!" The young woman kicks the bed hard, making the big guy on the bed with the sheets only covering the bottom, groan in frustration and roll over on the bed.

It was exactly 6 am, and until a few minutes ago you are super comfortable in the muscular arms of your long-time boyfriend, Rúben Dias, until you woke up with a start to the sound of your own voice coming from the bedside table.

It's your own song , Neon Nightfall, one of the biggest hits of your career, it was in first place on the Billboard hot 100 for a month and a half a few years ago, a single that changed the rhythm every second, an unpredictable song, it was probably That's what made her so good.

In other words, you arrived yesterday, Friday night, after half a year without seeing each other in person, after an intense night and just wanting to sleep until 15h(3pm), but you were prevented from doing so by herself.

On the one hand, it made you extremely happy for him because he liked yours songs to the point of setting them as an alarm, and on the other, it made you prone to teasing Rúben to death.

So you'll do this to your cute boyfriend who was sleeping peacefully, you approached him, who looked like a starfish on the bed, obviously you took a photo with it, you climbed on top of him, sitting on his belly, put yours lips to his ear, coughing a little to avoid the usual morning hoarseness and began to sing in a high tone, enough to wake him up.

As you did so, you immediately felt hands on yours hips and out of nowhere you were underneath Rúben, who let out a sort of scream and breathed heavily into your neck.

You are mortified for a few minutes, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as you realized that in any dangerous situation Rúben's first reaction, perfect and wonderful boyfriend, father of a beautiful daughter and a fucking hot player he was protecting you and nothing else mattered to him, even if he was naked from head to toe.

You just put your arms on his soft back, hugging him and starting to laugh when Rúben towered over him with sleepy and slightly bored eyes.

"What the fuck, Bunny?" You keep laughing and removed one of your hands just to stroke his messy hair.

"I was just woken up at 6am with Neon Nightfall blasting in my ears, that was less than I could do Ruby~" You just caressed the now red cheeks of the big guy on top of you.

"So you heard... Shit." He smiled and turned his face slightly towards the window that radiated the early morning sun of Manchester City, embarrassed for his girlfriend to discover like this, that all the alarms were the songs of his favorite singer, You, or, just Bunny in his case.

"Now he's all embarrassed? Ruby, this is so cute ❤️, I loved discovering this, even though it could be a more... Like Frozen Time." You smiled affectionately, a little more crazy in love with him than you already are.

Even though they spent half the year apart, he always found a way to surprise you with a gift that always left you with hearts in her eyes.

And with this serious muscular man facade that he gave to everyone, you LOVE this facade seeing him looking so cute, like he was the cutest bear in the world, he was It always made you feel warm inside, it was no wonder that half of your songs were about him.

"This is very sad, to wake up it's better not to hear my girlfriend's sad voice." He grabbed you, sat with you on his lap and leaned against the headboard, feeling your snuggle against him, he just grabbed your waist, dressed only in Rúben's shirt from the previous night.

"Ruby, it's all cute and all, but can you wear something underneath? It's super weird feeling everything down here." You grimaced, avoiding moving as much as possible.

"You didn't complain last night, and my ears hurt, shouting in the morning doesn't help anyone."

"Shouting!? You've got to be kidding! I listened to Neon Nightfall for five whole minutes!" You screamed uselessly and hit his arm.

"Yes, yes, great thing Bun Bun, your voice is beautiful, the most beautiful I know, but you screaming at 6 in the morning is not good for the big guy here."

"This big guy is going to sleep on the couch today."

"Is it my house?"

"I just don't care!"

Bonus:

"Ruby, what do you mean you're going to the gym at 7am on a Saturday!?" You looks indignantly at the outfit all produced just to go train.

"Bunny, a player's job isn't easy."

"But it's Saturday! And who is going to protect me in this giant city for a poor innocent foreigner full of London dreams?"

"Bunny, yesterday you almost ripped out all my hair, ruined my back completely and I almost lost my dick, so we can forget about innocence, it's impossible for you to get lost in this city because you're rich enough to-"

"Enough! There's no need for more humiliation! I understand that I'm nothing.." You just turned your back, looking with your head down at the extremely beautiful floor.

"[Reader]... You're everything to me, okay? Now I'm going leave now, I'm going to try to get there early so we can visit the city. Is that okay?" You felt arms wrap around your waist and a kiss on your cheek and temples, your eyes widened and you are surprised by your boyfriend's rare use of your name.

"Okay Ruby, but don't call me by my name, it's weird coming from you."

"Bunny, Will Canela take good care of you while I'm gone?"

"She always takes care of me all the time."

Rúben just turned you around, kissing your lips tenderly and placing one of her platinum locks behind her ear.

Rúben just turned you around, kissing your lips tenderly and tucking one of your strands of hair behind your ear.

"That is good."

* ˚ ✦

So... I don't know what I'm doing here.

If you're here again and you're confused about the "reader" it's because I decided to change the OC to "reader insertion" with a vote on the blog.

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to explore the singing world today, and I'm confused if I'll continue with the original character or "reader", one of these days I'll do a vote.😩

Update: I already took the vote and Reader won.

But more parts of this universe will appear, and it took me a while to publish this chapter with just a few words, as there were several different versions of the same universe and I didn't like any of them, so that was it and we are here.

Thanks for reading, reblogs, feedback and likes are very welcome!!!

© All this shit belongs to @ronaldothebestie on Tumblr, so don't translate, repost, copy in no social media, do not commit plagiarism, It's crime and wtf?

[cloveroctobers]

no more streetivities — 8. Dante Torres [Winter Prompts]

A/N: I see some of y’all are coming around more with my Dante content and I’m so appreciative! January is coming quick and I miss my man, so here’s something light hearted because I know we need more of that compared to the constant angst I put out lol. A short one but hopefully a good fluffy one 🤍

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE & I’m using: 7. building a gingerbread house together + 20. being caught standing under the mistletoe.

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Kim and Adam’s house reeks of cinnamon along with all things sweet. It was the first thing you noticed as soon as you entered the house and Adam was full of smirks at the expression on your face, while he gave his fiancée a knowing look after taking your red jacket.

“Is it really too much?” Kim questioned, “Oh shoot, don’t tell me you’re allergic?”

You could tell that Kim put a lot of work into this Christmas gathering, not only did the aroma smack each guest in the face but based off the overload of decorations inside the house, you wouldn’t think they were a overly festive couple just based on the exterior of her shared home with Adam. That completely changed your view as soon as the seasoning tickled the back of your throat.

After a while you got used to it, greeting the rest of the team that already made themselves comfortable.

“Yeah, I bet you thought I wouldn’t be here on time and look at you, the last to show up.” Kevin teases as he gives you a side hug followed by a grin, making you roll your eyes.

Kiana and Dante are chatting while you say hello to Voight, who looks as if he’s ready to go ghost with the drink in his hand and the mountain of thoughts that constantly occupy his mind. The conversation is short as to be expected before you meet Dante’s sparkling hues as he nods along to what Kiana is saying. The braided woman doesn’t take long to figure out where his attention is altering and glances over her shoulder, waving you over.

The energy between you two provided just enough warmth against Chicago’s brutual winter and although you two have been playing it cool, the team has other motives tonight.

“Each team has thirty minutes,” Kim starts with a timer and side eyes you as you cup your mouth ready to yell out the meme, “Don’t start.” She interjects as you stomp your feet playfully, earning snickers from both Adam and Kevin before she carries on, “To create the perfect gingerbread house. Voight will be the judge.”

The man sits comfortably in a chair tucked in the dining area against the wall, half glass of eggnog left, ankles crossed over the other as he keeps his usual pinched stare trained on each member. “It better be the best work I’ve seen out of you yet, or else.”

“Damn, I didn’t know this was a bullying session.” Kiana mutters to Kevin who simply shrugs at his partner.

Kim tosses the stop watch at Voight before taking her spot beside Adam, her wide eyes move back to Voight, sending him a dip of her head for him to announce when it was time to go, and when he did, the unit had no problem getting right to work.

Working with Dante didn’t necessarily feel like hard work. Somehow the both of you always ended up in sync and although he definitely had his inner demons, he never wanted to dump anything on you. He put together the foundation of the home, keeping the cookies in place while you used the frosting to make sure it stayed. The both of you had visions of what a home should look like, executing each detail as best as you could together with the limited time. Of course there was side smack talk from Atwater and Ruzek but the both of you were too in your zone to get distracted.

“Times up! Step back.”

Voight is on his feet, slowly analyzing the three houses as he walks back and forth. He stops back at the beginning where you and Dante are standing side by side. The older man leans forward, his dark eyes flicking upwards after a few moments.

“Torres, you’ve got frosting on your nose.”

Adam laughs, “Looks like we’re dealing with toddlers here, huh, Kim?”

She elbows him but it’s evident that she’s humored as she peeks up at her fiancé.

Voight chooses to ignore him while Dante quickly wipes the frosting from the tip of his nose with the back of his hand. He quickly looks at you, who’s already staring at him but you give him the okay with your fingers, sending him a fast smile before going stone face once more.

Voight says your last name next to get your attention, “…you call this a gingerbread house?”

Your head tilts to the side, “Sarge? What’s wrong with it?”

He scoffs, “I can still see the brown of the house! The only effort is the snow covered roof top.”

Dante felt his mouth twitch in iritation. He didn’t agree with Voight’s statement either but before he can say anything you’re responding.

“Actually I think the best gingerbread houses are simple,” you begin, “We don’t need a house completely covered in frosting like our opponents to our right. We just used it as the base and as you mentioned for the roof of the home. We also used powdered sugar to give a realistic effect of snow instead of it being toddler-like, peppermints for the top of the roof, a few gumdrops here and there, I bet you even missed the little Star anise that works as our wreath in one of the windows. We were going for a ceramic gingerbread house but someone stole the piping bag.” You conclude as Dante sent a playful glare to Kim who quickly turned her head back to face the front, “It’s all about the little details, as you should know Sarge.”

Voight holds your stare but of course you don’t budge. He sharply breathes throughout his nostrils, before peering down at the house and finally barks his score, “6.5!”

“Ouch!” Adam comments.

Kevin also tossed in around the jellybean he’s chewing on, “Better luck next time.”

Dante scoffed, “He hasn’t given his score for you guys yet so don’t get too cocky.”

“Ooooh,” Kiana and Kim both chorus while you lightly bumped Dante’s shoulder.

His expression immediately softened as you already appeared relaxed, arm looping with his as Voight continued his intimidation analyzing tactic. The man critiqued everyone’s work, which brought up time limit arguments and denial.

Ultimately Kim and Adam won the challenge.

“That’s some bullshit right there.” Kevin shook his head.

Kiana argued, “They cheated. I agree with y/n, Burgess had an advantage with the piping bag.”

Kim shakes her head, “I made it fair by everyone getting one extra tool to help them out. Dante and y/n had the powdered sugar along with the sifter, and you two had extra various candy to create…whatever that is.”

Adam laughs while Kevin sucks his teeth.

“That’s why your reindeer outside your gingerbread fence looks like a dog on bath salts.” He taunts as he makes his way towards the kitchen.

Kim yells highly offended, “Hey!”

Adam reached out to squeeze Kim’s shoulder in comfort before he says at the man’s back, “Whatever man, help me set the table.”

Which led to everyone pitching in, bringing the food to rest on the decorative table before taking whatever seat felt best. It was full of laughter and easy chatter, where the outside world didn’t matter for a few hours—which was rare with a team like this. The music is what really had everyone going, a tactic that got everyone on their feet instead of falling asleep, a method that Adam used so he wouldn’t be stuck bringing anybody home.

Your attempts to get Dante on the floor instead of holding up the wall was a challenge. He preferred to just watch you dance around with Kim and Kiana (who Dante was shocked to see break out into the Roger rabbit and aunt Viv dance), your head thrown back in laughter as you teamed up with Kiana to teach a slightly embarrassed Kim a thing or two.

“Stop drooling and do something.” Kevin coughs on his way by.

Dante scowls at his team member turned friend, “I’m not!”

Adam took the hint to put the plan in motion, cutting in as someone (Kevin) managed to change the upbeat Christmas music to something more mellow. Kiana decided to sit this one out, holding her hands out to guide Adam towards the brunette. The man pulls Kim to his frame so they could slow dance in the middle of the living room floor. However once he spins Kim around, he purposely bumps you out the way by the hip towards Dante.

Who quickly moves to latch onto you before you fall to the floor. It was definitely a classic rom-com moment, where you could have easily fell right on your ass but you certainly didn’t fit into the damsel in distress trope.

Being in Dante’s arms again, always felt right as you relaxed against his chest. There were times where you were very open about your advances and then there were times where you discussed your dating life when Voight wasn’t around. Dante would pretend not to be listening majority of the time, burrying his face into his computer but everyone else noticed, how rough he tended to be on the mouse and keyboard when you did speak on it.

There were a couple of more straws that broke such as: some guy sending you roses mixed with lavender, when you openly said you hated roses and lavender gave you the worse headaches—Plus Dante already knew you were a peony lover, and when another guy showed up during your late shift to bring you home, made Dante’s stomach burn.

A grin appeared on your lips as you meet Dante’s green eyes before you spotted another spec of green over your heads. That grin soon turned to a smirk before you puckered out your lips, making Dante move his eyes down to your mouth in slight confusion.

“Don’t leave me or the mistletoe waiting, Torres.” You reveal.

Dante scoffs after looking up at the greenery that’s hanging from the wall. He’s ready to set his glare ablaze at the rest of the team but you’re impatient as you reach up to pinch his jaw and bring his lips down on yours. Instantly Dante sighs against your lips and the taste of you while you can’t keep the smile off your face. Which widens more after everyone whistles and claps at the scene unfolding before them.

Dante rolls his eyes as he breaks away from your mouth pointing at the team, “You guys are annoying.”

“Yeah but you love us.” Kim shrugs, arms still locked around Adam’s neck while staring at you two adoringly.

Kevin adds, “And you can thank us.”

“For?” Dante pressed.

Kiana sighs, “You can’t be this dense, Torres.”

He frowns as he turns back to you, “Are you getting any of this?”

You laugh as you peck his lips once more before spinning to face Dante. “They’re basically saying you’re getting me off the streets…not that it was really that great in the first place.”

“Oh…” Dante slowly nods, “So…we go together now?”

Playfully tapping your chin you answer, “Ask me after new years.”

“New years?!” Dante pokes his neck out in confusion as you walk away from him laughing, taking Voight’s now vacant spot.

Everyone else is full of groans now, although most can tell you’re joking, Dante doesn’t hesistate to sit right beside you, face full of confusion…or maybe it was worry?

Although you liked to make him sweat, you always knew at some point it would be you and Dante.

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Continue with my winter anthology prompts here.

[mwentallyunwell]

HOLY SHIT!!

[uchu-no-bashira]

I have a request! How Gyomei would react to finding his beloved secretly hiding a kitten in their shared living quarters.

Awww!! Lmfao thank you so much for sending it, I never would have thought of anything else!

Mreeeoooowww~

Gyomei stops dead in his tracks, his ears jerking at the sound.

Although large, the man is as quiet as a mouse. He approaches the room you were in, moving slowly to make sure his ears weren’t deceiving him.

You were so busy playing with the baby kitten that you didn’t pick up on Gyomei’s presence.

You’d been hiding the little feline for all of 4 hours, enjoying it while you could before he was aware of it.

Gyomei had always been a cat magnet. One look at him and the little orange tabby in front of you would surely abandon you.

“My love…” He begins softly, his eyes filling with tears as he moves in closer. “Is that… A kitten?”

Nuuuuu! The kitten has been spotted!

“Uhm… yes.” You answer with a nervous smile that was widened from ear to ear.

“…And you hid this from me?” He asks, voice shaking whilst he rubs his prayer beads together.

Roooowwwwrrr!~ The cat, as normal, abandons you and makes his way to the giant climbing post.

“Well, yes, but cats don’t look twice at me when they see you!!” You whine, folding your arms as the tabby makes you an after thought.

“Perhaps they sense a kindred spirit in me. Or maybe they just appreciate a good back scratch.” Gyomei retorts with a playful chuckle and a smug look on his face.

It wasn’t fair. The cats really did always choose him

He didn’t have to be so smug about it.

“Can we keep her?” You wonder, lip pouting and eyes glaring like a puppies.

He couldn’t see it, but how could he say no to you?

“I suppose. Maybe, I can teach you the ways of cat calling. Then she might come to you over me, although unlikely.” He snickers.

You didn’t mind as long as it meant you got to spend time with him and keep your new fur baby.

“Finneee~”

[mywifealhaitham]

Could I request Dr Ratio and Aventurine being given a cat plushie of themselves made by their partner?

♡: Dr.ratio, aventurine x gn!reader, petnames (dear and doll), reader is drunk in aventurines part, kinda short I'm sorry :(

a/n: I adore these 2 so much I wanna eat them.... I hope u enjoy anon

dr. ratio

- before getting into a proper relationship the great Dr. Veritas Ratio expected many surprises, after all this was his first relationship.

- in secret he reads books about romance and observes the types of gifts normally given to one another; flowers, sweets, accessories. he isn't a fool, he knows you well but still something like this... he wasn't expecting.

Veritas stood still, eyes used to logic and reasoning, solitude and knowledge glaring into the small little plush sitting in your open palms. As he processes this he makes a quick realization; the lovely blue fur, the scowl of the face, the golden accents and the book in the cats mouth wasn't just picked randomly no, it was him. A blush spread across his face as he picks up the plush to get a better look. you're bright smile begins to fade as his silence continues but before you could properly frown a cough rumbles from the man's throat. "The craftsmanship on this plush is amazing, dear. I..." he praises your work a slight smirk on his face before he looks away from you the evergrowing blush on his face getting darker by the second. "I do appreciate it... and I suppose it is adorable." he says pacing over to you and leaving a kiss on your cheek before scurrying off, hiding the Dr. catio plush behind a book. Later in the day you don't fail to notice the way his eyes dart to the cat then to himself in the mirror, his expression almost instantly matching the plush.

aventurine

- like his fellow IPC Co worker, aventurine also expects many surprises in this relationship. he's always been terribly lonely so this new gamble of love is something he's loving so far.

- and this surprise is definitely one of things he loves about you. none has ever even dared to think of him like that, to take the time to make something that looks like him? it has his heart racing.

Aventurine was almost suspicious when after a late night doing his rounds at a local casino you called him up and asked to stop by because there's an emergency he simply needs to come help with. He could tell this wasn't life threatening by the way you'd giggle after every few words but nonetheless he'd comply to your orders and before you know it you hear a few gentle knocks at your door. As the power of a brand new open bottle of wine flows through you your feet stumble to the door and swing it open to meet the man you simply adore. "Aventurineee~! you actually came!" you slurred slightly with a grin and with your free hand you gently took his arm and lead him onto the nearby couch. "Well hello to you too doll" he smiled as let his body be weightless as you plopped him onto the couch. before he could ask what the emergency was you began talking. "sorry for calling you out of nowhere but I have a gift!" you stay speedwalking to your kitchen and grabbing a wine glass for him before pouring him some. "now wait heree~" and once again before you could speak you ran to your room and back out again this time with a small plush. he pulls down his glasses and allows himself to observe the plush you've brought him closely. when he takes it from your hand you plop down next to him and begin pointing out every detail. "lookie here! I made the pupils card suit shapes! since your eyes are so beautiful I made sure I made them justttt right" you said nuzzling into his shoulder more almost like love was pouring out of you. the smile on his face never seems to fade but he does go silent, letting you rant about whatever details you please but his mind goes somewhere else, the fact you love him and all the features he's resented this much to preserve him forever.

[modanisgf]

wip for summer yall 🙏

its posted now, chapters coming out soon here!