#make it look kinda storybook-y?

[mewpet]

Rubber ducky :3 🐤

[luveline]

steve zombie!au…. maybe in this new camp the reader is placed to do the scouting for supplies/ protecting the camp while steve is the one that has to stay in the camp and starts worrying over her a lot? love your writing jade 🫶🏼

thanks gorgeous! —you and steve settle into your new jobs. he worries, you dote. fem!reader, 1.3k

You watch in mild frustration as another firework shoots up into the air and pops. It doesn't break the treeline, but it's loud. 

"Should we really be doing this?" Joyce asks. 

Hopper grunts in annoyance and begins a spiel you've had the misfortune of hearing twice already this morning. The fireworks are going to be an alarm, a code in case another undefeatable foe crosses the proximity line. Newly appointed guard and on duty, if someone were to approach now, it would be you that lights the firework. 

You kind of hate your new job. You haven't met the new and elusive leader of the camp you've merged with, but you've met his underling Wendy, and she assigned you a job. You're on guard duty and potential runs, Steve's on childcare, and when he asked if you could switch, she said point blank No.

Steve's less than pleased, though he likes being with the kids. 

"What use is a warning if we draw other people?" Joyce asks. Frustration must be in the air. 

"Kid," Hopper says. It takes you a good handful of seconds to realise he's talking to you. "You can go. Take the evening off." 

"Are you sure? Wendy's kinda stern." 

"I can deal with Wendy." 

You pat the pommel of your sword and nod, starting back through the trees toward camp. Hopper's more than capable of looking after himself despite the argument that awakens as soon as you're far enough away. 

Walking back into camp makes you feel weird. More than half the people you see are strangers, cleaner, happier than anybody from The College, though they're starting to merge. You weave between a procession of runners back with a literal wheelbarrow of cans from the grocery store a half a mile east from here. They spray painted on the windows that the place was full of geeks months ago and it remains untouched. Sneaky trick, but one you can appreciate if it keeps all the kids alive. 

You can hear them as you approach one of the portables. They aren't truly portable buildings; if you ever wanted to move further into Michigan, they'd stay behind. But they have walls and ceilings and it makes the world feel a little less alien for the kids, who mostly grew up for the last year, nearly two, in The College. 

You put your sword against the side of the wall and run up the silver metal steps to ease the door open. 

Steve's sitting at the back of the room with four other adults, a little girl in his lap, her head on his chest. She can't be older than five. 

At the front of the room sits Sarah, reading from a big storybook. There are no lights on, but she has a torch with different coloured crepe papers taped to the front, and she shines them when different emotions come into the story. Right now, the story is sad, and a light blue light kisses the cheeks of the children in the front row. 

They barely notice your arrival. Steve, however, heaves a visible sigh of relief, the arm he's wrapped genially over the little girl's back moving up incrementally at the sight of you. 

"Hello," you whisper, sitting down next to him quietly. 

"Hi," the little girl whispers. 

"Hi," you say back. She isn't one of The College kids, you'd know her face. "Who are you, honey?" 

"I'm Mabel." 

"Hi Mabel, I'm Y/N." 

"Y/N's my girlfriend," Steve whispers, grabbing your hand for a squeeze. You squeeze back. 

Mabel looks up at Steve with a smile. "Do you kiss?" Mabel asks. 

You laugh, startled, and half the kids turn their heads to see what's so funny. Steve shushes you like a proper teacher, finger over his lips until they all turn back to their story. 

"We do sometimes to say hello," Steve whispers, quieter than before. "Why?"

"My boyfriend is a bad kisser," she says. 

You tamp down a smile badly, amusement colouring your words, "Honey, I think you should stick to holding hands." 

"I think so," she agrees. 

Steve pats her shoulder to show his agreement. She cuddles in and turns her attention back to the story. Steve meets your eyes over her head and you both laugh with closed mouths, hot breaths pushed out of your noses. 

When the story's finished and the room is too dark to stay any longer, Jonathan arrives to cart off his boat load of fostered brethren, as do the other adults. It's nice to see how many of them accept children who aren't theirs with open arms. Steve carries Mabel until the very last second when Julie, Mabel's older sister, comes to collect her. 

"Did you know she has a boyfriend?" Steve asks Julie. 

"Is that what she said?" Julie asks fondly, tapping Mabel on the tip of her nose. "You're silly. No boyfriends until you're ten, at least." 

Mabel blushes and hides her face. 

"Will she forgive you?" you ask Steve as they leave. 

He hugs you close, suddenly. At the doorway of the portable with the other 'teachers' still inside cleaning up the kids' mess, you aren't expecting him to be outwardly affectionate. 

"I'm her favourite, she'll forget by tomorrow." Steve hugs you tighter still, prompting you to hug back. He groans as soon as you do, as though your touch is a great relief. 

"Is everything okay?" you ask. 

"I worry about you when you're gone." 

"I know, but it's no different than yesterday. They didn't even need me, that's why Hopper sent me back. It's not dangerous." 

"It's obviously dangerous." Steve's cheek pushes against the side of your head, almost nuzzling you. "It's the best part of my day when you come back to me." 

You feel heat rise to your face, a hot flush of embarrassment that licking over every inch of skin. "Steve," you mumble. 

He squeezes your waist and has you take his weight on your chest, bending you backward. "I love you." 

"I love you too," you utter.

Steve pulls away from you, something sweet and soft in the set of his mocha brown eyes. "I know. I think that's why I freak out so much." 

"You'd miss being adored," you tease. 

"By you, yeah." He gives you a long look. You know before he's moved even a millimetre that he's going to give you another thankful hug, lips at your ear as he confesses, "I'd miss you more than anything." 

You hug him back with your own relief —you've loved Steve for a very, very long time. It's an unexplainable feeling to know he loves you back, and fiercely. Somewhere in the past is a girl laying in his lap in the woodland bordering an endless intersection highway, wishing he'd want you back. You can't tell her that everything will be okay, that you'll get through it safe and sound, but you could at least tell her that there's something worth living for at the end of the seemingly insurmountable. Someone who worries about you when you're less than 100 yards away. 

"You worry too much," you say, pushing his chest gently to separate your hug. You look him straight in the eye. "We're good at finding each other again. And I'm not going anywhere in the first place." 

Steve exhales slowly. "Good. I hate when you go places." 

"Me too. Let's stay here forever." 

You both know it's an impossible thing, but the hypothetical is nice. You can see the weight of the worry Steve carries on his shoulders, worry in his eyes, but he's carrying a lot of love too. You wish it wasn't all so heavy. 

[brain-palace]

Notes: This post is created as an archive for myself so I can easily find the fics I love. If you're looking for something new to read feel free to have a look I recommend everything here. I read many different characters/universes, so I'll list them all so you don't waste time looking at something that isn't relevant to you. If you find something you like please show the fics and their authors some love! Also, this is a long post!

Disclaimer: None of the works below belongs to me unless it explicitly says so. © - All rights reserved to the authors. If a fic does not have a name I will make one up for the sake of archival purposes.

Characters/Universes TWD (The walking dead) - Daryl & Rick | Criminal Minds - Hotch & Ried | Stranger Things - Eddie, Steve, Billy | MCU - Peter Parker | Peakcy blinders - Tommy, John, Arthur, Alfie | The devil all the time - Arvin russel | Sherlock

Key ➸ Angst ☁ | Fluff ♡ | Crack ❈ | On-going ✎ | Completed ✓ | Smut 🔞 |

Daryl Dixon (TWD) ↴ Series ↴

Spitfire | by @rfsak2 | OC (Original character) | "Everyone always thought Daryl was the rough one." | ✎

Close to home | by @paintyoureyeswithavividmind | "When a run goes poorly and Daryl is separated from his group, a stranger and her companion help get him out of a sticky situation. Little does Daryl know this stranger is much closer to home and his life is going to get a bit more complicated" | ✎♡ ☁

Return | by @daryl-dixon-daydreams | "Daryl loses Y/N when they head into Atlanta to rescue Beth. Her absence colours his years until they find each other again." | ♡ ☁ ❈ ✎

Till dead do us part | by @xwritingdixonx | "Daryl Dixon hasn't seen his wife in 3 years until he strolls through the gates of Alexandria. Reunited with his love and his family, he should feel peace, tranquillity, warmth. Instead, he's faced with confusion, shock, and heartache. Just like so many others put through the abuse and torment of the world, it changes people. Twists your mind, makes all your morals disappear. The kind waitress, the brave bartender, Georgia's delight, Mrs. Dixon. Now, mother of nothing - daughter of rage. The whore of Alexandria. A conqueror with tits. Why can't the Blackwell family get a word in before the people of Alexandria point fingers and create storybook titles? It's finally your turn to talk and Daryl's turn to listen." |

Oneshots ↴

The regulars | by daryl-dixon-daydreams | "Based on watching your interactions, Daryl thinks you, a bartender at a local dive, may actually have a thing for his older brother Merle, but a series of events at the bar may begin to show him otherwise" | ♡

All I'm living for | by @alldevilsharehere90 | "Just when you finally got the man you wanted, another surprise could threaten your relationship, especially when a herd of walkers is almost at your doorstep." | ☁ ♡

Old childhood fools | by @r66dus | "Drunk Daryl and y/n fooling around at the CDC" | 🔞

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Rick Grimes (TWD) ↴ Series ↴

The Claim | by @woman-of-balnain | Despite everything that’s going on, despite the world going to shit, despite wanting to stay on Hershel’s good side, despite his marriage falling apart, despite the way he knows he’s broken… despite it all, Rick can’t fight how badly he wants you. | 🔞✓

Undone in sorrow | by woman-of-balnain | "Finally coming face to face with Negan threatens the ties that bind your relationship with Rick together. After that first meeting, the two of you try to pick up the broken pieces of one another and become whole again." | ☁ 🔞

The nurse | by @itsgrimeytime | " Before all this, you were a nurse. A nurse who had patients, one of which was a man in a coma. A sheriff, you think, it was all kinda fuzzy now. When it all went sideways, you set up what you could for the man - but had to leave. You'd always wondered where he'd ended up; until in your search for shelter, you run into a familiar face" | ✎♡ ☁

Magnolia in May | by itsgrimeytime | "Your town was small, not the smallest you knew, but anyone of high fortune was the gossip of the week. Predictably, Richard Grimes was a thing of whispers -rumours of a search for marriage among the grassy hills. You weren't one to buy into town gossip, but something about him... just seemed a little too intriguing." | ✎♡ ☁

Swear | by @daryandricky | "Shane tells reader that Rick didn't make it after the hospital was overrun, causing reader to travel with her former military brother to find somewhere safe." | ✎♡ ☁

Oneshots ↴

The life we could have had | by itsgrimeytime | "Rick knows you're gone, he does. He just keeps seeing you in everything" |

Everything I wanted | by @bloatedandalone04 | "The one where both you and rick are really bad at communicating your feelings." |

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Peter Parker (MCU) ↴ Oneshot ↴

Stacked against you (tasm)| by @delicate-dorothea | "Summary: You confront Spider-Man about his true identity, manila envelope style (literally)." |❈

No chance (tasm) | by @spider-stark | "Thinking he has no chance with y/n as himself, Peter begins approaching them as Spider-Man." |

Are you busy (tasm)| by @luveline | "You’re worried you don’t know how to kiss. your best friend Peter offers to teach you how among other things" | ♡

In the real world | by luveline | "You notice something about Spider-Man during a violent villain showdown, then you have to save his life."

White lies, red & blue tights (tasm) | by @t-lostinworlds | "You and Peter accidentally dressed up in the same costumes for Halloween. But he was not wearing a costume, it was his suit. You simply didn’t know that your favorite superhero and your boyfriend were the same. Who would’ve thought that seeing you in red and blue would be the breaking point of his lies" | ♡

Question (tom)| by @waitimcomingtoo | "Peter accidentally sends you mixed signals when he kisses you for the first time then stands you up" | ♡ ☁

It was fun, being 21 (tom)| by @loverwebs | "In which your boyfriend, Peter Parker, doesn't make it to your birthday dinner. So you walk home alone, only to run into the city's friendly neighborhood Spider-Man." | ♡ ☁

Series ↴

Infinitely you (all of them) | by spider-stark | "In every universe you are the one person Peter Parker will always love more than anything; unfortunately, he always realizes it too late. Now that they've been granted a second chance none of them are willing to miss out on finally making things right." | ☁ ♡ ✎|

The red string | by @never--doubt | "Once a year, everyone over a certain age can see the Red String of Fate that connects them to their soulmate. This year, Peter Parker is ready to find his soulmate, be with them. But the question is…is his soulmate ready?" |

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Steve Harrington (ST) ↴ Series ↴

Nail to the coffin | by @thetargaryenbride | "Y/N Byers wondered what would end up being the death of the small town she lived in. She never expected that the last nail on the coffin would be hammered by monsters from another dimension who would end up hunting down her friends and family one by one…" | ☁

You deserve each other | by @bimrwolf | "You and Steve have been together for five years. He's seemingly the perfect boyfriend, kisses on the cheek, knowing your orders at the restaurant. A great lover. Too bad you've had enough can't stand him." |

Oneshots ↴

The way you call me "Baby" | by @forevermoreharrington | "Steve’s been so patient with his girl but he just can’t take it anymore and neither can she" | 🔞

Love on the brain | by @vendettaparker | "You suffer from a bad case of pregnancy brain, leaving Steve to hover over you, much to your annoyance." | ♡

Almost Got It | by @mentalpolaroids | "She’s a barista at a coffee shop and always screws up Steve’s name on purpose" | ♡

Tainted Love | by @megxplryxb | ☁ ♡

Tornado warnings | by @harringtonwebs | "You and Steve had a very intense relationship now that you're up, hates to see you with someone new." |

I will always be right there | by @familyvideostevie | "you come first. you’re always my first choice." | ♡

Tell me again | by @appocalipse | "Would you stop stuffing your face with candy for one moment and listen?" |

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Eddie Munson ↴ Oneshot ↴

Mechanic Eddie | by @whoahoney | "Reader’s shit box car pooped out on her once again, but at least the cute new mechanic seems eager to help." | ♡

Say you love me | by @marianita195 | "Based on the TikTok trend where girls don’t say “I love you” back to their boyfriends. " | ♡ ❈

Bookworm | by @corroded-hellfire | "Eddie has a thing for the local bookworm he just doesn't show it in the best way." | ☁ ♡

I'm Eddie - Eddie Munson | by @cosmal | "Your father finds Eddie in your room in the middle of something. eddie's a smug bastard." |

His glasses | by @pedgito | "Eddie in his glasses is just adorable" |

Grand Gesture | by appocalipse | "catching feelings for your best friend was never in your plans. when you start distancing yourself from him to protect your heart, eddie vows to do everything in his power to keep it forever." | ♡

Never Kissed | by cosmal | "eddies first date with you doesn't go how he'd planned and he hadn't even expected a kiss. still, you kiss him because you want to."

Series ↴

Worlds Apart | by @munsons-maiden | "You’re the only survivor among the Mind Flayer’s victims, thanks to your friends - but after the Battle of Starcourt, you find yourself adrift in a sea of nightmares. Until an encounter in the woods with Eddie The Freak Munson offers an unexpected lifeline and turns your world upside down." | ☁ ♡

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Spencer Ried (CM) ↴ Oneshots ↴

Passive Agressive | by @ddejavvu | "Spencer’s stressed, and he takes it out on you. You’re sure it would have hurt far worse if he’d shouted, but instead, he broke you down bit by bit, his cold demeanour leaving you crying in your car." | ☁ ♡

Tactic Admissions | by @almostgenerallyalways | "Spencer lands in the hospital, and you have to come clean with yourself." | ☁ ♡

Days off with Spencer | by @justmyheart | ♡

Back to you | by @radiant-reid | "Spencer never thought she would love him the way he loves her, but he also never thought she would come back from the dead" | ☁ ♡

No hair for you, devil! | by @thyme-in-a-bubble |

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Aaron Hotchner (CM) ↴ Oneshots ↴

Self-Made | by @her-storybooks | "The BAU gets a visitor who tares through the bullpen and leaves everyone in puddles of mush and exploded hearts." | ♡

Good for him | by @ptersparkers | "Aaron loves you. he hopes his son loves you as much as he does." | ♡

Better than morphine | by her-storybooks | "Broken Bone. When Y/N gets her leg broken by an UnSub, she clings to Aaron to help dull the pain." | ☁ ♡

Spontaneous phenomena | by @luveline | "Hotch touches your face much more than a boss should. Or, 5 times you have a nosebleed +1 time Hotch does." | ☁ ♡

Old man problems | by @hoe4hotchner | "Can you possibly write an imagine where Hotch pulls his back on a case, and the fem'reader offers to help him work it out in a friendly way because she was once a licensed massage therapist? Aaron of course is hesitant but gives in and allows it. But it gets heated" | ♡

Sweeter than fiction | By @hotchgirlsummer | "The bau decides to throw a small birthday party for Hotch. the reader is tasked with baking a cake, could this be their chance to express feelings?" |

A solitary mistake | by luveline | " You're not sure you're ready to come back. Hotch has total faith in you. Or, your transition back into the team after your abduction doesn't go as smoothly as you'd hoped." |

I'm Sorry | by @14buddy22 | "Aarons been treating you differently lately" | ☁

New mom | by @marvelslut16 |

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Thomas Shelby (PB) ↴ Series ↴

Challenge of a name | by @gypsy-girl-08 | "Y/N is new to Birmingham, she works at an accountant firm. In this part, The Shelby’s arrive at her office to pick up their accounts, where she meets Thomas for the first time. She was in a long-term relationship and is recently single, having moved for a fresh start. Still recovering from the split, she has no intention of meeting anyone else."

Tachipen | by @zablife | "With the flip of a coin, Tommy makes a deal to bring a 20 year old gypsy girl into the Shelby clan. Considering her too young to marry, he employs her as a nanny. When tragedy strikes, he’s forced to confront the truth he has always known." |

Angst | by @murphyoclock | "Your and Tommy's argument gets out of hand when you provocatively try to make him jealous at his charity party." | ☁

Oneshots ↴

Peaky caps and razorblades | by @acewritesfics | "y/n helps Tommy sew his blades into his cap." | ♡

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

John Shelby (PB) ↴ Oneshots ↴

Just play along | by @runnning-outof-time | "When the person who (Y/N) feels has been following her gets a little too close for comfort, she makes a quick decision that involves John Shelby and some good acting...or maybe no acting at all." |

Red lipstick | by @kkurades | "You feel flattered when charlie shelby asks to marry you while your husband feels like he could strangle his nephew" |

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Alfie Solomon (PB) ↴ Oneshots

A very Shelby Christmas | by @cillmequick | "Alfie and his sassy little wife find themselves in the midst of the Shelby clan for Christmas because Alfie’s sister is in a relationship with Tommy." |

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Steddie (ST) ↴ Oneshots

Cookies and consoling | by @mangchai | "After a hard day, you return home to your boyfriends who want to cheer you up." | ♡

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Billy (ST) ↴ Oneshots ↴

Bartender Billy | by @billysbabyy |

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Arvin Russel (TDATT)↴ Oneshots ↴

Mockingbird | by waitimcomingtoo | "Arvin joins a book club just to see you but has to pretend to be your boyfriend to stay"

Notes: This post only contains all longer fics I will be creating a separate post for shorter fics/ i.e. headcanons, imagines, drabbles and scenarios that I love. The link to that will be here → The little things.

[fairydollsteps]

Do you Love me?

Synopsis: “Please take me, please. I am all yours to tame and destroy. Ruin me if you have to for your own pleasure. Shackle me under your mercy. I do not care how much I will bleed. If it means you won’t look at other men but me. Just me only, my beloved.”

“For that, I will do anything for you.“

Just Aegon Targaryen II on his knees, being absolutely pathetic, begging and lovesick for you. 

Note/ Warnings: Fluff to Angst, Age gap (reader is 4 years older than Aegon), childhood love troupe ish, Aegon’s major insecurities and his shitty childhood. Mommy issues lmao. unrequited love, Aegon sad boy hour he is depressed, he is obsessed in love for reader. reader is kinda mean, she don’t entirely love aegon like how aegon loves her. Very OOC Aegon, he is actually a sweet person if only alicent is nicer or if otto die earlier 

let’s just say aemond didn’t kill lucerys to keep this peaceful

Author’s note: hiiii i am finally alive and motivated to write again! so in this fic is just aegon suffering lmao. idk i like to see him in his absolutely worst in his already horrendous life. is just nice to see him pathetic lmao. and also too many fic of reader crying because of aegon so why not the roles switched instead? Also you are the princess of a royal family like the Hightower family/house. I made it up so you are House Glairsviw. Also everything is messy so it might suck, pls bear with me. Anyway, enjoy!

“Do you love me, Y/N?”

Aegon Targaryen II, heir to the Iron Throne, now the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms stands before you. You, in your finest gown simply stared at him in silence. Both of you are facing at each other at the castle garden, away from the booming celebration of Aegon’s coronation.Of course you know how much Aegon adores you with his whole heart. You know. You know from the beginning. The puppy love didn’t fade away as you though from childhood. 

You remember when 7-year-old Aegon would always follow you around like a puppy in Dragonstone. Your house is friendly and in good terms with House Targaryen, benefitting each houses with your house’s fortune and their power. Therefore, you and your family always visit the Targaryens and stayed there. This delighted young Aegon as he gets to be with you often.

Your impeccable beauty allures him even to this day, your kind act is what fuels his love for you. You are older than him, so you have the urges and the responsibility to care for this little kid. As you two grow up together, you will always see him as a little boy who need bandages when he scrap his knee. But to Aegon, you are an angel to his eyes.

His life is already miserable enough even at a young age, his mother berating and his father ignoring his existence. His damn grandfather, Otto Hightower is a nightmare that won’t give him a break, pressuring and reminding him he is to be the future king of Westeros. So is his mother who make sure he won’t forget. Just standing with them suffocates him. So, to meet you is a blessing in disguise.

 With you, he is able breathe freely. With you, he smiles with glee to know that someone is waiting for him with biscuits and tea after his sword training. With you, he sleeps peacefully after you read him his favorite storybook. With you, he allow himself to cry his heart out and find comfort in your arms after a hellish hours of his mother’s lambast. With you, he is able to find meaning and hope in his dejecting life. 

You also remember when he gives you a bouquet of your favorite flowers on your birthday. Chrysanthemum. Then, he declares with a boast that he want to marry you, right here and right now. He was 12 years old and you were 16 at that time. You simply giggled softly, amused at his little puppy love. 

“Marry you? Maybe when you are taller than me and strong enough to carry me, I will marry you,” you said as a joke, not taking Aegon’s proposal seriously. You kissed his forehead as a gratitude for his gift. Is a completely platonic and normal thing between you and Aegon when he did something nice and pleasing for you. But is more than ‘normal’ for Aegon.

This marriage proposal thing from Aegon is not a one time thing. Throughout your childhood and your adolescents years,  Aegon has propose to you more than you count. “I will marry Y/N if I find a pretty flower for her,” Aegon when he was 8 years old. “Will you marry me if I beat my brother in a sword match?” Aegon no. “ Y/N, can I marry you when the sun rise?” Oh Aegon, you silly.

You will always find excuses and divert his proposal playfully. Saying no will break his poor heart. This is just a temporary fantasies of his and a puppy love that will surely dissolve when he is older, right?

Right?

Oh dear, if only you know how wrong you are. Aegon is utterly consumed with desire for you. And you know it. You know he loves you but you don’t know how long he will. And he still loves you in his adulthood.  The sight befall you further verify your certainty. Aegon, regal with his kingly attire except without his crown and robes, under the moonlight, holding a single pink chrysanthemum. He still remembers after all these years.

“Do you love me?” he asked.

You want to let out a laugh but stay composed. If only he knew, then maybe his poor heart won’t be broken again.

“Really Aegon? Is that what you have to say after all these years?” you said heartily. You drop all your formalities to the king. You know he wouldn't care. Aegon frowns, knowing your tricks. Yet, he still holds a soft and longing gaze at you. 

Yes, you have have not seen each other for 6 years. You simply stop seeing Aegon for 6 years. Your house still visit the House Targaryen but is rarely. But you were nowhere at sight when your family arrived. 

“I just got busy, Aegon. Very busy. The duty of the head of my house at a young age is no easy task ever since my father is gravely sick. I hope you understand,” you said after looking at his face of whys, ignoring his previous propose. 

“My deepest condolences,” he said apologetically, gently rubbing the stem of the chrysanthemum “ Thank you. My house is doing well under my command,”

There’s a beat of  awkward silence. After 6 years, so many things have changed. You are the mighty head of your house. Aegon finally king to the Iron Throne. “You promised me that we will send each other letters before you left,” Aegon said, breaking the silence. “We did,” 

“Only for a few months. Your letters become lesser and lesser as days passed. I know that you are busy but is like you vanish and just-,” Aegon clenched his jaws before he finish. Not wanting to accept what he thought it is.

“-is like you just left and abandoned me in the dark,”

The silence returns in the garden and the two silhouettes standing before each other under tension. Every second of stillness kills Aegon. Say something Y/n. Reassure him and his doubts just like you did when you were young. Hug him like in the past. Y/N please. Aegon silently beg.

But you just stand there, blank-faced and keeping the distance between yourself and Aegon. You didn’t come to him or softly smile at him like before. You just stood where you are and watch Aegon slowly descend to his doubts. “Y/N, you couldn’t-I mean, Why? Why did you stop? I know you are busy but 6 years without a single letter? Not even once?” he asks desperately. 

“I just don’t find the need for you,” you said without a hesitant. “I no longer find you as my top priority, so I just stop,” Aegon stares at you wide-eyed. There’s no point lying to him. He should know already but is in denial. He is still clinging on the past and expecting the oh so sweet Y/N to return to the past. 

Aegon looks like he can’t stop spiraling like mad but quickly compose himself with a solution. “If is like that then, we can reconnect our connection like before with our fathers. Then, we can meet up meet up and-,” “That won’t do, Aegon,” you cut him off cruelly. Now he is trying to rebuild everything with some political bullshits. You should be sent to the guillotine for cutting the king but he lets you.

“Aegon, you have other more and capable houses and I have my own other houses that will help and benefits me. I do no need your help,” you said, cold-heartly. You don’t even put to the effort to  Oh Aegon, you are still a fool even as an adult.

What you just say slowly made a tear of his heart. What you just implied is that you don’t need him, or if you even want him. Aegon is desperate. The more you reject him, the more desperate and hurt he is. Aegon can’t accept it. He can’t lose you. You are the only good thing in his life. And his only good thing is turning its back on him. 

Do you really-? Are you really going to just-? Like this? Y/N please no. Don’t. Don’t do this to me. Aegon beg through his troubled, sorrowed eyes as he walk towards you hastily.

He grabs your hand with his unoccupied hand, urgently but weakly, forcing you too look at him in the eyes. There is so many unspoken words through his eyes. You could see his stress, his denial and his passionate love for you. All his love for you that is meant to be crushed by you. 

Aegon silently pray to find at least a single look of adoration meant for him from you. He pray to know that you are just denying and hesitant to love him. A hope that what you just say is just a lie. But he find nothing. Just nothing. There is no love and the look of adoration. You just look at him uncaring. Like he is a nobody.

You are no longer the girl he knew from the past. The girl he knew always smile at him warmly and treat with affections he never have. 

“Do you love me?” Aegon asks. A question that you always dodge and pissing Aegon off. You could feel his eyes on you, begging to answer it and stop treating him like some kind of toy. You could feel his breath touching your cheeks softly. His lips quivering from the tension and the close contact.

Aegon passed the chrysanthemum to your hand and hold it with both of hand. As if is a way to convince you to change your mind with your favorite flower. But you have already decided you decision. As it feels like eternity, you finally answer.

“No,”

.....

The silence was deafening. Aegon couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t registered what you just say. You could feel his hands on you slightly shaking.

“No?”

“I’m sorry, Aegon. I don’t love you how you love me. I’m sorry. I just feel nothing for you,” 

“Oh,”

“Oh,”

Before you could slip away from his grasp, Aegon stop you. “Aegon please-” “Why, Y/N?” “Aegon please you have to understand-,” “No please don’t do this to me Y/N. I can’t just lose you like this. Please don’t leave me,”. Now he is able to break down. His heart is crushing at every second with you. His grip on you become tight but not enough to hurt you He can’t do something to chase you away even though you are already leaving her.

Aegon is holding your hand tightly, begging you to stay with him. He can’t breathe properly with the panic and heartbreak in his chest. He could feel his eyes becoming wet but force himself to hold it. Oh fuck, he feels so damn embarrassed for being so pathetic to you but he can’t stop the hurt. Because it actually fucking hurts so bad that he feels like his heart is bleeding.

Is like the universe is against him and could do nothing about it. The universe decided to have mercy on him for having a horrible home by giving him a girl that could care and love him. And for the first time in live, he was happy. Then suddenly, the universe took her away and isolate him from her for 6 years. Then when he finally meet her, she no longer love and treat him like a ghost. 

What kind of a fucked up fate he was given?

“Aegon, please let me go,” “No, I can’t Y/N. I love you, I am utterly devoted to you please!” Aegon cried out with no shame. 

“Please take me, please. I am all yours to tame and destroy. Ruin me if you have to for your own pleasure. Shackle me under your mercy. I do not care how much I will bleed. If it means you won’t look at other men but me. Just me only, my beloved. I have never felt this devoted to any women but you. You are the only person I want to admired at and dance with at the ballroom,” 

“Aegon...”

“We could get married, I could make you Queen of the Seven Kingdoms! I could make you my queen. I will get the finest dresses and the most brilliant jewelry just for you. I will have the whole world on their knees for you if I have to. So do I,”

Aegon declares with his whole heart. Some drops of tears manage to fell. His cheek flushed and he is still holding your hand with the pink chrysanthemum. He is a mess. He knows he look stupid and ridiculous but he is fighting every chance, hoping and praying to Gods that you change your mind and choose to grow old with him.

His violet orbs continue to violent beg for your heart to own him. “Please, Y/N. I belong to you. My heart is full of you. Everything is better with you. Everything has been better since you,” 

 He should have knows better. He should be mad at himself for falling so deep that could his inevitable heartbreak. Your silence and your pity look is enough to tell but he is still trying and holding the end of the string of hope.

[dcawritings]

In which Sun likes to bully you a little and he’s kinda into it. ☀️

“Oh, what vision! I think this is the best thing I’ve seen you make aaaaaall day!”

The words are bright and chipper, but they don’t match with the motions as the animatronic takes your carefully-crafted paper pal and shoves it into the shredder built into the work bench. Why is that there? Why did he do that? Why…?

You try not to let the rejection get the better of your senses. It’s been an hour at least, and that was the only one that Sun offered any praise over—every previous project was met with all the distain of a diva that saw every little flaw in even your most genuine attempts. It… bothered you a little. More than a little, actually, though you hoped that the tears could be blinked away faster than Sun could notice them in the corners of your eyes.

“Oooh, what’s that look on your face for?”

Fuck.

You shake your head and turn to look towards one of the craft supply cabinets, hoping that you could rub the tears away with a conveniently-timed cough to excuse bringing your wrist up towards your face.

“N-nothing,” you finally say, a lie right through your teeth. “I’m just f-fine…”

Sun crosses his arms. Though his expression is static, you can practically feel the lift of an eyebrow; he obviously doesn’t believe your answer.

“It’s against the rules to liiieeee~” he says singsongingly, as if finding amusement in your attempts. “Go on and tell your good ol’ friend Sun what’s wrong now huh?”

You are silent.

“Don’t be shy, tell me!”

More silence.

Sun makes a low noise, then takes a quick step forward and reaches his hand out faster than you can dodge. He grabs your chin and forces you to look at him.

“Tell me now.”

Your lips tremble, and tears begin to well up in your eyes—his voice is low and commanding, dropped like a rock over a cliffside. You know that Sun would never hurt you, you trust him and Moon too much, but you can’t deny that his abrasiveness is a lot to handle right now. Tears begin to roll down your cheeks and a sob hiccups in the back of your throat.

“Wh-why are y-you being s-s-so mean to me-meee?”

You’re shocked that anyone could understand you, but Sun practically coos as if he is soothing a child after scraping their knee on the daycare floor.

“You’re so cute when you cry like that,” he purrs, but sympathy does begin to fill his gaze after a moment. He brushes away a few tears with his thumbs. “But don’t cry now, no need for tears on such a pretty little face! You haven’t broken any rules!”

“B-but you r-ripped up my p-p-paper pal…?”

“Oh little star, did it bother you that much?”

You nod, then feel your lips tremble and face fill with heat at the answer that spills out. “It’s b-because I made it for yuh-y-you….” Fresh tears roll down your cheek, and Sun’s thumbs are quick to wipe them away with a surprising sense of tenderness.

His expression is unreadable (as always), but you could swear that something changes a little with your words—maybe it’s the subtle warmth in Sun’s tone, exhaustion leaking into his shrill act of a voice.

“…let’s take a little itty-bitty break from craft time,” he finally says, his hands still cupping your face, faceplate tilting in a way that you’d call sympathetic. “Something else?”

You nod fervently.

“Nap time?”

A shake of your head—not because you were afraid of seeing Moon, but simply because you’re not tired.

Sun hums, then says, “Would you like me to read you a little storybook? You’d like that, wouldn’t ya?”

After a moment, you gently bounce your chin against his hands in a nod. Sun giggles, giving you barely a moment to react before he reaches over the workbench and wraps his arms around you.

“Perfect! Let’s find a quiet little spot—so no more crying, starlight, I’ll dry those little tears right up!

[just-here-for-the-art-shit]

Oh no my hand slipp-

_________

The Adventures - Not - of Y/N

On some significant date in history, two people who probably were supernatural or something copulated and 9 or 10 or 8 months later I was born - guess what I'm an orphan. Imagine that. I grew up NORMALLY and NOTHING WEIRD ever HAPPENED. See the trick here is to deny everything the universe throws at you, give the middle finger to destiny. Yada yada.

My name .... Is Your S. Name. The S stands for Slash. And you can probably guess exactly what I look like. Female, pale skin, long wavy blonde hair, small hands, I'm 4'6" with blue eyes - you get it. Look, the fact that my parents named me, "Your Name" should've been the first red flag - but then again I was a baby. Object permanence hadn't even been established yet. Also when I was a baby someone or something probably stole me or I was sold into slavery under some rich guy with a young son - no, none of that happened. Once again - if you're in my position - deny reality.

I go to a NORMAL high school with ... Weirdos - oh here they come now -

“OK - none of you approach me, look at me, think about me, I’m not dating you, we’re not having a love triangle, I know one of you is a vampire or a werewolf or some kind of shit - I don’t care that you’re a billionaires son - not marrying a prince OR A PRINCESS - Villain, I’m not having an enemies to lovers story with you, everyone save the tragic backstories. Ok? Thank you - now move your ass to class, this isn’t storybook highschool, this is real highschool. We’re highschoolers. We should not be superhero teens or having intercourse in your dad’s Impala or some bullshit. We got boring shit to do LET’S GO MOVE IT - FIVE MINUTES TO CROSS THE SCHOOL COME ON!”

This happens everyday multiple times a day. Consequences of being named Your Name. I have two best friends though, to share in my suffering - Main Character and Love Interest. See it's really funny when Love Interest and I met because he said, "I'm supposed to date you but I'm gay sorry," and I knew from that day we'd be besties in this hell hole. And Main Character? He suffers more than me - for instance, yesterday:

“Shit - guys, it’s happening-”

“What’s wrong Main- holy shit-”

“Yeah - it happened last night, my hair turned all white and my eyes turned black and yellow like a cat or something-”

“I can see that.”

“What do I do?”

“Ok listen to me - follow the protocol. Do. Nothing. Don’t walk alone in alleyways or some monster or bad guy is going to jump out at you and try to fight you or some shit. Don’t go with ANYONE who says they’re from an organization, foundation, secret society, cult, past or future - don’t join any clubs, do NOT do any sports, keep your grades average, and if a really sexy shy girl bumps into you and spills all of her books, keep walking.”

“But that sounds kinda rude-”

“Exactly. A main character would be nice and apologetic and help her pick up the books as she shyly brushes her hair behind her ear - DO NOT do that. Be an asshole - but not so much of an asshole that you become an anti-hero or some shit. Just - do the opposite of what you think you should do - ok? It’s like me and Love - friendzone forever.”

“Yeah dude - just make it through highschool, and hopefully things will get better when we’re full adults - most main characters start as kids or teenagers - we can get through this.”

“But - I’m tired of living this boring life! I want to be someone - do something!”

“YOU’RE DOING IT RIGHT NOW MAIN!”

“Oh God you’re right! OK breathe, breathe - I don’t. Want to do. Anything. I'm a normal kid. Phew.”

“Gucci.”

The biggest question you may have is, "how long can you guys keep this up," and that answer is, "Yes."

______________________________________

[astrologista]

Just saw Wish. I know it's getting hate, but... overall... I thought it was very... meh? Like literally meh.

(whinging)

The protag was likable, though a bit derivative in her motivations. The message was... ok, I suppose. The animation was fairly good in most places.

It does definitely have quite a few big issues, exacerbated by what it's trying so hard to be. All the pieces are there for a great movie, which is what's so frustrating about it.

For me, I felt that the textures and lighting in particular had some kind of issue. They look okay in some places, but the whole thing looked like it was un-rendered on purpose. Like it looked like the behind-the-scenes draft version before they do the final render on it. This was probably to give off a sense of "storybook" quality to the 3d models by rendering them all flat and matte but tbh it looks rather cheap for Disney. All the colors in the movie seem to also be quite muted. The color palette they chose is very cool and understated which made me want to take a nap. And since much of the movie takes place at night, that exacerbates matters a lot. There's also very little variation in setting, colors, or lighting, which makes things boring.

The songs are the biggest problem imo. I can't remember any of the songs at all, they're very forgettable to me. I'm sure there are kids who liked them and I'm not aiming to undercut that, but the fact of the matter is that these songs can't hold a candle to classic Disney songs. Classic Disney songs have a showtune quality. The melodies will stay in your mind for decades after hearing them once. The lyrics are perfectly suited to the characters and story. You want to sing along with them. And... these songs ain't that, sorry. It made sense when I learned that these songs were composed by musicians whose main background was writing Top 40 hits, not Broadway musicals. It sounds like the assignment was to try to be Lin Manuel-Miranda without paying for Lin Manuel-Miranda. They failed spectacularly at that. If there was one movie to get Lin Manuel-Miranda for, it would be this one. Had they done that and had a few absolute banger songs in this, it would have made a HUGE difference in this film's staying power.

As it is, I can't remember much about the music, so it's hard to comment on it. It wasn't offensively bad, just a very generic sound to it that didn't feel Disney-movie-esque (or at least, not major animated feature from Disney-esque. Certainly not 100-year anniversary material). The worst song is This Is The Thanks I Get because it had so much potential and they threw it away. The animation and staging during the song is great, it's actually the highlight of the film for me. They were clearly aiming for this to be the "Let it Go" of the movie, a huge hit that people talk about for a long time. And it's been a very long time since there's been a straight-up unapologetic villain song in a Disney movie, so I was excited for this one. Here's the problem. THE SONG IS NOT IN A MINOR KEY! Why? No, seriously, what were they thinking?? It has all the hallmarks of a big, grandiose megalomaniacal villain song AND IT'S NOT IN A MINOR KEY! The tone of the song is clearly meant to evoke fear as evidenced by the animation and clearly the storyboard artist was aiming for a big, frightening number. The song doesn't match that at all. Instead it's kinda happy? Playful? Like a Top 40 hit that your mom might play in the car? What the fuck? The lost potential is so sad because Maginifico could've been a great and funny villain. He's got the narcissism, comedic qualities, cartoonish mustache twirling and hot DILF-ness to carry the villain role. For some reason though, the big cartoon-y bad guy stuff feels a bit... restrained by the fact that he's trapped in a 3D model. Like the over-the-top maniacal 2D slasher faces that they keep trying so hard to give him just don't translate to 3D very well. He would've looked so much fucking better in 2D, I'm sorry. His voice work is done quite well, though - actually all the voice work in the movie is. (The goat was not that bad honestly)

Apparently one of the concept arts has Magnifico's wife (does she have a name) being evil as well. What the fuck, Disney, where was that?? They could've been an evil power couple, that would've ATE. They also whitewashed her, which... ok, interesting choice. It seems they were also going to have Star take the form of a boy and have a romantic arc with Asha which I'm glad they did NOT do, adding romance to a film like this probably would've served to make it even more generic.

As a movie for little tiny children I think this film is okay. For the Disney fans this was supposed to be a love letter to, let's all go watch Aladdin, Mulan, Lion King (THE ORIGINAL), Beauty and the Beast, and all the other films that weren't created in a boardroom lab. Wish has a generic look, a generic sound, a generic message, and as much as I support those who enjoyed it, I can't help but commiserate with the fans who are disappointed in the less-than-stellar Disney flicks of the past few years. It's like they are allergic to taking risks, hiring creatives and letting them work, or keeping greedy corporate hands out of their projects. Hopefully their revenues keep tanking until they get the message but it looks like Iger is still drinking pure copium based on his recent comments that "audiences don't want films with a message anymore". OK. Yeah, that's what you should take from this, Iger. Have fun continuing to censor your films, gotta get those bucks from the Russian and Chinese markets, pal.

[twstwonderlandstuff]

PLEASE MAKE AN ONE SHOT ABOUT THIS I AM BEGGING YOU !!!!!!!

https://twstwonderlandstuff.tumblr.com/post/690486344031617024/is-it-wrong-to-call-malleus-horny-because-of

requests are open!

the post in question

I got you nonnie- it turned out way fluffier than I expected? also, horny is not like, the main topic of the fic, lol

gender neutral reader

tw: suggestive (because you know, horny)

can be read as romantic or platonic (though, I prefer reading it as platonic)

yuu is not aware of malleus' true name

nicknames (malleus &/x gn! reader)

"hornton, my boy." you place a hand on his arm. "can I call you something else?"

malleus blinks. "do you mean to change my nickname?"

"ya- it's the same as an old storybook from back home 'hornton hears a who' and, pfft," you snicker, imagining the character. "it's really... funny... hehe..."

"a- to clarify, to clarify, I didn't call you that as a joke it just... you have horns, and like, diasomnia has like a thing with thorns and all that, so..." you shift around, gesturing towards his horns. "I wasn't trying to mock you or anything- I mean, who does that one their first meeting with someone anyways, right?"

"yes... quite right." malleus hums, even as he recalls a memory with a certain lion. "well, what name will you give me?"

"your real name. I mean, come on, we've been friends for, what, 3 months now, shouldn't I know this? it's like, basic knowledge 101 LOL. It's kinda hard to talk about you to my friends when I don't know your name." you punch his arm lightly, laughing, but it stops when you see his mood shifts. "...dude?"

"you will fear me once you hear my name, and I'm afraid you'll leave me behind." malleus' looks down at you with a forlorn expression.

"I won't do that!" you insist. "what, is your name riddled with a curse or something? no, right? you can just say it right out?"

"a curse... yes, perhaps it is something like that."

"EH?! no way, no way! come on, dude~ you're scaring me here!" you giggle, sighing softly. "alright, if you don't wanna tell me now, it's okay, BUT! you'll have to tell me sooner or later, promise?"

you lift up your pinky finger, and he, after a pause, sighs and loops his fingers against yours. "so be it. I promise to give you my name in due time."

"and when you do, I'll show you that I won't run away." you finish for him, flashing him a smile. "o-kay, now that that's settled, we'll have to find you a new nickname. hmm..."

you ponder for a bit, your eyes straying to his horns when a thought strikes you. a ridiculous and lewd thought. perverted. disgusting. lecherous.

"...hey, how about horny?" you suggest hesitantly.

malleus pouts. "horny? surely, you can come up with a better idea? its just my horns with a 'y' on it."

"yeah... YEAH, right, right! of course, of course, right." that's WAYY too far of a joke, no way, no way! your mind races to find another topic that will overshadow this one. "a-ah! how about ton-ton?"

"ton-ton?" malleus questions. "it sounds like something a tamagochi would be named as."

"right? but, I think it would suit you, because from hornton to ton-ton? like, it's... cute!"

"cute... only lilia's has ever called me that." malleus laughs. "you really are strange."

"rude. you're only cute when you're caring for your tamagochi. I mean, your eyes twinkle and stuff... it's like watching an excited kid with his toy or something." you chuckle. "well, how do you like it? do you mind if I call you that?"

"do as you please." malleus replies, so you take it as a W and run with it.

"okay then, ton-ton. oh, say! i saw a documentary about gargoyles on magicam, do you want to watch it together? I kinda went on a gargoyle binge yesterday, so..." you point accusingly at malleus. "it's your fault and you have to take responsibility by watching it with me. you in?"

malleus eyes widen and he smiles (cutely), green eyes sparkling with glee. "it would be my utmost pleasure, child of man."

"then let's do it!"

as you lead him inside ramshackle, you internally thank the gods that malleus' did not inquire about your first suggestion. god knows how awkward that would've been!

but when lilia comes knocking on your door the next day... you only have yourself to blame.

[effeminateboyninja]

♡ dating team Guy hcs ♡

Neji

he notices the way you look at him and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. feelings? romantic ones?? he is confusion.

it takes him a while to accept it, but once he does he’s an adorable mess, unsure of himself for one of the rare times in his life

Neji is a romantic, and he wants your relationship to be storybook perfect right from the beginning

so when he asks you out he plans the whole thing, it’s an intimate moment with just the two of you underneath the cherry blossoms and he says it so sweetly

“be mine, (y/n)?”

from that moment on it’s just bliss. he’s a private lover and prefers to take you on dates away from the public eye where he can let himself be gentle with you

pls no pda! it’s not that he’s ashamed of you, he just thinks intimacy is meant to be shared between you two, and you two alone

when you’re alone though, he’s always touching you affectionately. brushing your hair behind your ear or absentmindedly rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand

writes poetry for you!! and reads it with his head in your lap as you run your fingers through his long hair absentmindedly

the first time he kisses you you’re shocked because it happens it public :o

Kiba is teasing you two about being so awkward and he’s had enough, so he just leans forward and plants a quick kiss on your lips, leaving you a blushing mess as he turned to the Inuzuka boy with a smirk

Tenten

Get so adorably flustered and blushy when you’re around, Lee is constantly teasing her about it

“Shut. Up.” she says through gritted, punching him on the shoulder before turning to you to flash that nervous smile that made you weak

then one night you’re walking home together from training like you often did, just joking and laughing lightheartedly and she just looks so pretty you can’t stop yourself

you ask her to be your girlfriend, and her little apple cheeks turn bright red and she looks away shyly, but you can hear her whisper, “yes”

you guys spend all your free time together between training sessions to meet up for a quick date at Yakinuki Q’s or just take a walk

she’s always pushing you to better yourself and you love her for it

one night you give her one of your jackets to walk home in and you never got it back... you definitely didn’t mind though

little spoon! she just feels so safe and comforted wrapped in your arms

acts of service is definitely her love language, she’s always doing small tasks like getting your clothes ready for you in the morning or packing you a boxed lunch

your first kiss happens unexpectedly. you two are helping each other train and you’ve got each other in a checkmate, kunais poised skillfully against one another in front of your faces

and she just drops her weapon, using your moment of confusion to lean in and pull to your lips to hers tenderly

Lee

okay we already know this man is a 10/10 catch, he would do anything for you

asks you out the first time you meet, and you’re like ??? who are you??

but he’s persistent, and you can’t help but admit he’s sweet (and incredibly cute), so eventually you relent and it’s the best decision you ever make

let’s you plan all the dates, he just wants to spend time with you doing something that makes you happy

king of pet names. “flower”, “sweetheart”, “my beautiful love”, anything that will make you blush

so protective of you, but not in an overbearing way?? he knows you can take care of yourself

literally always talking about you to other people! he just thinks you’re neat okay?

always there to support you when you’re down. he knows just how to cheer you up with that signature smile and thumbs up

sometimes you’ll just catch him staring at you while you go about your day with this absolutely love struck expression and it melts your heart

almost has a heart attack after your first kiss. you lean back and open your eyes and his face is beet red, his adorable wide eyes staring at you in awe

“Can we please do that again?!”

Guy

pulls a lot of dorky stunts to impress you and you’re ngl... they kinda work? finally one day you’re like “you’ve already won me over, you don’t need to keep trying”

but he never stops trying to impress you. it’ll be five years down the line and this man is still treating it like your honeymoon phase

will show you off to everyone, loves walking through the village with you on his arm

fun, high energy dates where you two can let loose. he suggested skydiving once and that’s where you drew the line

always asks you to be his workout partner. but don’t worry, you don’t need to do anything, just sit on his back while he does pushups

and I mean that’s fine bc ✨muscles✨

one time you come out in his jumpsuit as a joke and expect him to laugh, instead he looks at you like you just put the stars in the sky

“flower, you are truly the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on”

he’s a big spoon. his favourite way to fall asleep is with you in his arms

the first time he kisses you it’s sweet and soft, he gently lifts your chin and brings his lips to yours

[chemicalpink]

Young Gods ❈ KNJ, JJK

❈ Pairing: Namjoon x Reader x Jungkook

❈ Genre: smut, f2l kinda, but also s2l, fantasy!au, fluff if you squint, gods!au, wizard/witch!au

➛ Part of the Namkook Moonrise Masquerade hosted by @jamaisjoons

❈ Rating: 18+

❈ Wordcount: 4.2k

❈ Warnings: it is jungkook centric, it does have a somewhat heavy plot, double penetrative sex, magical sex, teasing, slightest corruption kink.

❈ Summary: Legend has it that if you were to walk all the way up to Hallasan, and if the land is welcoming enough, you should be able to see the most beautiful lake where it is rumoured to home the most powerful being the world has ever had the pleasure to meet, so when young warlock Jungkook starts having trouble with his magic, who could blame him for travelling all the way there in hopes of finding answers only to be met with the hottest man he’s ever seen. and really,  who could blame him for fostering the biggest crush on him without saying a word for ages? that is, until y/n, a long lost friend of Namjoon shows up. so really, who is he to blame if he lets the two greatest beings in existence use him for their pleasure?

❈A/N: SHE'S HERE. GOD THIS TOOK A WHILE. Please enjoy! ALSO, banner by @jamaisjoons, I do believe the only thing that keep me writing this was the banner lol. Do tell your thoughts on this bad baby, I was heading towards a larger fic but I didn't have time yet magical au is most definitely there for future fics.

The first time Jungkook realised just how powerful he was, he was fifteen years old, although his mother can recall him being around four and being able to master a potion that most common-born non-royal witches could only hope to get mediocre at once trained at their young twenties. Of course, his magic had soon become taboo around the village, having to hide himself behind years of his father’s training, his lineage a bit closer to royalty, not quite, but just enough for his son’s magic to pass as his own. If his customers notice how better his spell jars or potions get once Jungkook turns eighteen, they sure don’t comment on it. Not that they would be able to tell that the family was hiding a master of the magical arts that could rival the country’s most powerful witch in the blink of an eye. Those were just rumours going around, as far as the Jeon’s were concerned.

“Son, I believe it is about time you get some proper practice on your magic” his father mentioned bypassing one Sunday night as they both locked up the store. He turned to hi, somewhat confused.

“Look if this is about Seojun noona’s elixir being more powerful than it usually is I swear it was a rightful mixture, my trial was right beside her actual one and she entered the shop sooner and-”

His dad shakes a hand dismissively at him, rounding the counter into the small storage room, coming back in sight with a leather-bound book in between his hands, calloused fingers roaming the antique-looking pages “I am not quite sure how much truth an old man like your grandfather could hold, but it wouldn’t hurt to try” he turned the yellowing book towards him, fast and almost undescribable scribbles decorating the paper as he squinted down at it, his father handling the energy in it to make the content quite literally come to life, a storytelling spell all too familiar to him from his young age.

“Dad, you know I absolutely love bedtime stories, but I’d say I’m quite a bit too old now for-” before he can even think about finishing the sentence, a mountain comes into view, alive straight from the book’s pages, standing tall and proud dressed in green, almost touching the sky, a magical aura surrounding it, one that he could even feel just by looking at it “What’s that?”

“The old man used to tell me stories about an ancient being, the most powerful of them all, living on top of Hallasan” the pages turn by themselves, the image changing to a faceless man, standing almost as tall and proud as the mountain itself, performing all types of magic, some of them Jungkook himself hadn’t even heard of “Legend says he was outcasted by royalty in fear of revolution, wouldn’t even be alive if it weren’t for he is a child of Earth herself”

“I-I don’t think I’m following”

His father sighs loudly before his magic shuts the book closed, all magic gone on a whim “Jungkook, whatever this man was, if my father was right and he really did exist, you might be like him”

“But-but I was born of both you and mum” he couldn’t quite yet fathom the extension of his own magic, much less think about the probability of being more powerful than any other being that had walked the Earth in millennia. Even if the man was real, would he even be alive still? If he was as powerful as he was presumed to be, would he even take Jungkook under his wing? What if he wasn’t as lucky as the man from the book and word got out and his life was endangered?

“Jungkook just think about it, you might be a child of the Earth”

“What if I don’t want to be” he couldn’t quite face his father, feeling his own heartbreak as the older man deflated. Jungkook knew that perhaps his dad had entertained the idea of his only son being a creature out of a legendary book, could feel how proud it would make him, for Jungkook to be a hero, make history with the power he presumably held within, yet he couldn’t help but feel like a small child again, afraid at the uncertainty that the future could hold. “I- I’m good with just running the shop and helping you and mother out with stuff”

His father sighed before placing a gentle hand on his shoulders, a small act that made him feel even more like a child, one getting subtly scolded by his parents as they prepare him for his inevitable future. “Jungkook-ah, your mother and I- all we really want for you is to live your own life”

His ears perk up, gaze facing forward as he catches his mother standing with her arms crossed over her body, the softest motherly look on her face “And if that means for my baby to go find himself at some faraway place, then so be it” she comes to join his father by his side, both of them bracing each other as the thought of their child growing up simmers down on them. “We just want you to grow up to your full potential Kookie”

.-.-

It had taken quite some convincing for him to completely make up his mind, the negging looks from his father as he helped around the shop, the longing yet scolding gaze his mother held over dinner until he found himself preparing a small bag for the long trip– almost burning inside his mind the map contained in his grandfather’s grimoire from the many times he had read over what he once thought to be a legend out of a children’s storybook.

The trip itself wasn’t as difficult as it was troublesome, having to hike up the highest mountain in the land, the difficult part–if the Jeon’s memories were anything to go by– was having the Hallassan land spirit to like you enough to show itself, even a step further to have the legendary witch to show his home.

For quite some time Jungkook entertained the idea of the immense possibilities on how the wizard could look, every possible image popping up in his head some variation of a wrinkly old man hunched over himself, staff in hand and he couldn’t help but laugh soundly at it, picturing himself getting nagged at by such a figure, perhaps he would end up looking like one of those old scholars that came to his village from time to time. But how wrong was he.

It took him three days, two cold sleepless nights in the woods and running in circles for at least two hours in the nothingness that was the top of the mountain for the valley to show up right where he had started to venture– he could almost hear the forest spirits snickering at him. He really tried to be angry at it, almost went back down just out of spite, yet the clearing before him had him doing a double-take, the space was bright and clear, none of the trees from before on sight, the small dipping in the middle of it leading to a sort of entrance– this was what he came for.

Jungkook had been raised better than what he found himself doing– walking into a stranger’s house uninvited. Was it really uninvited if after knocking for a few minutes the door opened on its own?

He walks inside, small steps, unsure of himself, his past resolve crumbling down completely as he walks further in where he listens to a hushed voice coming from his left, a mop of silvery hair turned away from him, green warm clothes cradling the figure, Jungkook entertains the idea of an old man still, yet not so much hunched over himself if the deep hushed voice and the hair colour was anything to go by. “...Now where did I last see-”

"Hello-"

"Oh! great timing! the pay is where it always is" broad shoulders are still facing him as the man moved around, a couple of won bills on the counter where he had waved his hand dismissively, not even bothering to turn around, for a legendary creature perhaps leaving his home door open was a recurrent thing, what with the whole clearing hidden from the public eye and all.

"Oh I'm not-" he had tried to make himself knows as definitely not the person he was expecting yet the man kept mumbling to himself, apparently in deep thought at whatever it was

""—So then if we are able to move this around we should -" he had started moving around the room, still not facing Jungkook directly, just pointing to places around the spacious room as his free hand busied itself with picking books from the humongous shelf against the wall

"I'm- uh" his hands couldn’t be still, grasping at the bag over his shoulder, knuckles almost white as he clears his throat "I'm not-"

"Did you forget where-" the man turns around and Jungkook feels whatever little poise he had gained leave him in the spot, right in front of him is the most legendary creature in existence, recorded alive for millennia, a god in more ways than one, no old man in sight but the prettiest human he had laid eyes on, fierce sight set on him awkwardly hanging at the entrance as the man keeps blinking at him "uh"

He bows down almost instinctively, 90 degrees, hair falling onto his eyes as he does so "Mister sir- uh keeper of Hallasan"

"You aren't Soobin"

"Uh.. no I'm not"

The man doesn’t even flinch at the information of a stranger setting a foot inside his house, deep voice calm as ever as he asks "How did you even get in?"

"Uh the door was open" he points to the door in a futile attempt for it to not make it seem like he was the weirdo picking locks or something at a magical creature’s home

"No it wasn't" he moves to the door in the most graciously way he has ever seen someone do it, almost gliding across the floor, eyes never leave him except for the brief second where his hand tries the doorknob "huh it was. Weird"

It took the man less than a minute after his initial shock to turn to Jungkook and invite him in, a pair of teacups resting against the table as they seated parallel to each other, him crossing his legs in a nonchalant manner as Jungkook couldn’t stop fidgeting in his seat– he certainly never thought he could come this far.

“So what can I do for you, Jeon Jungkook?” if he absolutely preened at the way that his name sounded in the stranger’s mouth, that was certainly something only for him to know.

The words died right on his tongue. There were certainly a lot of things the beautiful man seating across from him could do, none of them necessarily involving what he had initially come for, yet as the words take meaning inside his mind, he seems to short circuit yet again “I uh- you know- you know my name?”

He smiles a big smile, eyes crinkling into crescents, dimples showing and a heat simmering inside Jungkook’s belly “I know a lot of things, Jungkook” he stares off into space “Social skills are rusty, but they come back after getting a good look at you” Jungkook’s eyes must widen at the implication of his words. Could he read minds? Could he take a look into souls? “Just general stuff about you, don’t worry about it”

The man could definitely read minds.

Blink if you’re hearing this. The man blinks and Jungkook feels like fleeing. Wait. Everyone blinks, stupid. Perhaps some other time.

He somehow finds his voice, remembering the lingering question, the sole reason for him to be there “Mister Hallasan keeper, sir”

“Namjoon is fine”

“Mister Namjoon-ssi”

“Namjoon hyung”

Jungkook is sure this time his brain shortcircuits for real, for this complete stranger. Namjoon he corrects himself, to give him permission to call him so affectionately after only a few minutes of knowing him. After technically breaking- not breaking into his home.

Smile if you’re reading my mind. Namjoon smiles, something doesn’t sit right with him, he could very well be reading his mind, or simply smiling out of politeness at the extended silence Jungkook had caused, again. I’m onto you Mister Hallasan Keeper. Namjoon just smiles more fondly at him.

Jungkook goes on explaining his situation, from his rapid magic learning to being unable to wield his magic, to his father even suggesting that he could have been born from the Earth herself, just like Namjoon did all those millennia ago. The blond man restricts himself to listen to Jungkook speak, gaining a serious pose when he drops the reason for his visit, asking him for help. Jungkook’s almost sure he will deny it as he goes on to explain how his last magical apprentice had been there almost sixty years ago, going on about how he is pretty much a loner, no reason more than a brief excuse of being an outcast for practice differences with the village where Jungkook comes from, giving it a few seconds of thought before he accepts to have Jungkook under his wing, going as far as to give him a spare bedroom to sleep in along with the longest set of rules he had ever heard of.

Months with Namjoon look something more or less like this: waking up at 6 am sharp– something Jungkook had never done in his life, the first few times he had woken up later than that, it was almost impossible to know where his teacher had gone to. Have a rundown on the day’s activities and breakfast until 7. Jungkook was in charge of gardening on the 30-minute window of Namjoon harvesting for the spells he was due to make for the day. An hour of light reading– he knew better than to comment on how a thousand pages book was most definitely not light reading, but he did it anyway. He would then shadow Namjoon on whatever mystical task he had to do for the day before finishing up with him running basic high-level training with Namjoon’s guidance in the clearing– Namjoon had said that the Hallasan spirit would keep him safe and sound if he were to screw up, although so far all the spirit and her friends in the forest had done was laugh at his mistakes.

Five months in it, the whole routine came as second nature, he couldn’t even picture a day without Namjoon on it, not that there was anyone else that could pick up on the energy shift within it, Jungkook had learnt a lot from his teacher, not only in the magic department but about him as a person, couldn’t hide the lingering eyes, the curious touches of skin, every bit of information about Namjoon expanding that fondness feeling inside his heart, Namjoon was a man of habit, a powerful one at that, yet all those millennia living couldn’t hide the fact that Jungkook could see right through him, a lonely soul, as powerful as none other, yet so inherently say. Not even the whole power in the universe could keep him away from his own greatest danger: himself.

If you can read minds, kiss me. The kiss never came so perhaps Namjoon could never even read minds in the first place.

Now here’s the thing, Jungkook might be a mess when it comes to magic, but not so much at hiding his feelings, at least the best he could, Namjoon was as intelligent as men come and he had yet to notice. Namjoon’s friend that just happens to show up on a particularly lazy day– his teacher had said his magic tends to run out from time to time and would rather rest it; perhaps not so much.

Jeon Jungkook is a weak man. A weak man for beautiful things, like Namjoon, or you. Who just happened to walk inside Namjoon’s home like you owned the place– could he count it as his home too yet?

He could feel his heart wanting to leap out of him as soon as you introduced yourself, and perhaps he was imagining the way your eyes grazed over his figure before going to tease Namjoon, not that he stopped having heart eyes for the man when you walked in, he had enough heart eyes for the both of you, even if he had to keep them to himself. You were easier to warm up to than Namjoon if it was anything to go by, smoothly falling into conversation after you three had sat down for tea, walking up to Namjoon’s massive library, picking out books from their shelves as you asked him about his upbringings.

“The Jeon family? Oh, dearest, your grandfather was as good as wizards come” his brain cuts short as soon as the words leave your mouth, just how exactly could you have known the old man? The old wizard was presumably thrown out of the royal house for being unfit for ruling over the land. You playfully push your elbow against Namjoon “And I say this while knowing Joonie”

The blond man groans at your teasing.

“You-you knew my grandpa?”

“Yeh, such a shame he decided to be a mortal” Your initial interest seems to diminish as you turn to face the books yet again, a particular red cover catching your attention.

“What”

Jungkook faintly hears Namjoon standing up from his chair to try and get in between his conversation with you, although all he hears seems to come as if the voices were kept under cotton inside his ears “Y/N you’re overwhelming the kid”

For such a calm and collected posture, he had maintained not only while learning with Namjoon but back at home too, hearing such a word coming out of him really tips the glass “I’m not a kid! Why is everyone always treating me like a child!” surely it did seem rather childish to have an outburst like that, yet his mind couldn’t help but reel in all those other times in his stay where Namjoon had dismissed him from helping, saying it was a rather complicated spell you should wait this one out Jungkook. Or something along the lines of when you get stronger. It did seem the type of things one would say to their petulant child.

“Jungkook waits” Namjoon groans as he retreats to his assigned room, you can’t help the softness inside you at the way that strong independent loner Namjoon reacts to his apprentice being pissed off, certainly a first.

“You pissed off the kid” your remark isn’t that much well digested as Namjoon throws a dagger-like glare your way, groaning as he throws his head back against the couch

“Why am I parenting again?”

You shrug your shoulders as you offer him a tight lip smile, you had heard a lot about Jungkook even before you had walked inside the wizard’s home, like a reader of a slow-burning love story, you knew that ‘parenting’ was most definitely not the dynamic in his relationship with the younger, not with the way Namjoon had described the little mannerisms of his apprentice, or the way that he described his figure as the strongest back I’ve ever seen with such a tiny waist when he sent you a letter asking you to visit him.

The thing with the dynamic you had with Namjoon had been one going on for hundreds of years, feeding off of the magic that only such powerful creatures like you and him could conjure, effective yet dependent as when either of you two was in dire need of a boost, you would have to pay him a visit to work your magic. Jungkook hadn’t appeared after his little outburst, probably hidden in his room, taking only a few minutes of Namjoon glancing expectantly at the place where the younger had disappeared before you dragged him towards his room in an all too practised manner.

The whole environment was always on the calm side whenever you two get to it, something along the lines of strictly business, yet an undeniable connection between the two. Namjoon had you against his door, a dimly lit lamp on his desk, strong hands holding you in place at your waist as he leaned down to connect both of your mouths, eyes fluttering shut as he did so. Your hands found themselves tangled in his blond tousled hair in no time as he deepened the kiss, moving the both of you towards the bed as magic started glowing dimly within you two, connecting and feeding off of the spark of the situation, magic so profound and delicate that only immortal beings could hope to master. Namjoon placed himself against his elbows as you straddled his hips, your figure teasingly humping his growing bulge inside his pants as his breath started to become ragged, his own magic reaching forward to yours, just the way his lips chased yours. Yet there was only so much ominous Namjoon could handle. His hands were quick to undress both of you in between hot caresses and messy kisses as both of your bodies seem to move on their own accord, the magic itself doing the most out of the tantric experience, moans slowly but surely filling up the room as Namjoon positioned the tip of his hard cock on your entrance, teasing your folds for a few seconds before you settled on top of him in a familiar manner, sinking down on him as he throws his head back, letting out a groan. You are almost sure Jungkook could hear you both, yet your mind so clouded you wouldn’t have given it a second thought with Namjoon’s cock filling you up so nicely as you moved up and down on his length, that is until out of the corner of your eye you catch the casted shadow outside the dimly lit room.

"Your puppy is outside," You say as you stop moving on him, not quite removing yourself from the situation, yet you feel the magic in the room flickering faintly as if going dormant.

"What" Namjoon’s eyes are surprised as he lets reality sink in, his magic safely sated from the small act

"The kid that has an obvious crush on both you and me?” you state matter of factly as Namjoon’s jaw goes slack “He's watching us from behind the door"

As if on cue, there’s a rustling behind the door, feet rapidly resounding against the floor "No I'm not!"

Namjoon sighs loudly "JK just come in, I know this might seem.." the door opens and you could swear Jungkook’s eyes are about to leave his skull at the image he’s present with "weird"

"incredibly hot," they say at the same time, rendering both of them speechless

"huh kid's horny" you start removing yourself from Namjoon’s cock as your magic starts tingling, now reaching out for the younger "i like it"

"Y/N please"

You gesture by raising your hands as if surrendering, yet you know just how the night had taken a turn, willing to satiate your magic’s needs “He doesn’t like your PG training, let me handle this”

Jungkook is still sporting his Bambi eyes as he feels himself pulled into the room, closing the door softly behind him as he can only stare at you as you make your way towards him, lips ghosting over his “So tell me Jungkookie” your hand trails down to bring him closer to your naked body, taking his hand in yours and guiding it to your ass “Just how much are you willing to render of yourself for me and Joon?”

“All of me”

Jeon Jungkook might as well had been an erotic wizard like yourself if by the way he manhandles you and surrenders you to Namjoon like a loyal apprentice would to his master was anything to go by. Namjoon’s stare alone has the young man pliant as he caresses tan skin under his fingers, achingly curious as the youngest takes turns to kiss the eldest and yourself, Namjoon’s fingers playing with his nipples, your own hands working his length to life after your magic had completely undressed him, feeling both your and Namjoon’s magic reaching for Jungkook’s in a way you didn’t know was possible. A few kisses and lingering touches in, minds clouded with lust, kissing noises and moans taking over the space, Jungkook takes no time in positioning you on top of him, back to his chest as his length stretches you deliciously, long fingers playing with your clit as his own legs separate your thighs as if offering you up to his master, Namjoon looking like a man starved as he positions himself against Jungkook’s cock, his tip meeting no resistance as he glides in and nestles next to Jungkook, stretching you like no other time you could fathom, groans and ragged breaths of the men under and above you working you to your own climax, babbled words coming out of the youngest’s lips along with a promise of becoming yet another young god under your spell.

[mais-nerdy-corner]

❝𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝕳𝖔𝖒𝖊❞ | 𝕶𝖆𝖊𝖞𝖆 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Synopsis: Probably one of the greatest gift in your life, the return of your husband and the arrival of your first child.

Pairing: Kaeya x Female! Reader

Genre: Mostly angst with some fluff

Note: First fic for the blog let's gooooo! Also it's kinda my first time writing so yeahh... please forgive me for it being quite shitty. Constructive criticisms are welcomed :)

The Knights of Favonius HQ was oddly crowded at this hour, as stars begin cover the night sky of Teyvat. You're currently sitting on a couch inside Kaeya's office with a sleepy Klee, lulled by your voice as you read one of her storybooks. You can't help but smile looking at her adorable relaxed expression, with her slightly gaping mouth and soft snores.

Closing the storybook and placing it on a nearby table, you leaned back on couch as you placed a hand on your swollen tummy. It's been almost 8 months and it has been quite hectic for the both of you. When you first found out, you hesitate on how will Kaeya take the news. But once he did, it's one of the happiest moments of his life. You can recall clearly on how his face lit up immediatly after hearing the news, as he spin you around the room of your shared home.

You felt your eyelids grew heavy as drowsiness began to take over. Originally, you planned to stay up until Kaeya got back from his patrol outside of Mondstadt. But it looks like you won't be able to welcome him back from his mission, as you've already drifted off to dreamland.

You suddenly wince from the pain in your lower abdomen causing you to be awoken from your sleep. The pain was excruciating, makes you want to scream, but you refrain to do so as you don't want to wake Klee up. Slowly moving Klee's body away from you, you started to walk around the room while rubbing your lower back.

Suddenly you uttered a yelp from another wave of pain, immediatly placing your hand over your mouth in an attempt to mutter it. But your attempt fell short as you heard Klee stir in her sleep, starting to rub her eyes as she sat up on the couch.

"Hmm..? Big sister Y/n? Why are you still awake?" Klee said while still rubbing her eyes, trying her best not to fall over as she walks her way to you.

"Ah, Klee. Did I wake you up? Sorry, I just woke up from an uncomfortable sleeping position. Come on, let's get you back to bed." You picked up Klee with her arms outstretched towards you.

As you walk over to the couch, you hummed a tune while placing Klee's head on your chest. Setting her down on the couch, you draped a blanket over her figure, grab the storybook on the table and started reading it to her.

When Klee was about to fall asleep, you felt another searing pain in your lower abdomen, causing you to drop the storybook and wince in pain. Surprised by the sound of the book hitting the floor, Klee immediatly woken up to your face crumpled in pain.

She gasped seeing your pained expression, immediatly starting to panic and asking a million question to help you. "Big sister Y/n! What's wrong? Is the baby okay? Do I need to call Master Jean over?"

"It's...it's okay, Klee...I'll be fine..." You said with a ragged breath.

"No! You're clearly NOT okay! Stay right here, I'll be back with Master Jean."

Before you manage to stop Klee from looking for Jean, the little spark knight has already gone as another wave of pain struck your body. So, there you are, all alone in Kaeya's office suffering on your own.

Jean was signing documents away in her office as she was acompanied by Lisa who was enjoying some tea. Looking at the starry night sky outside of the office window, Lisa let out a small yawn while covering her mouth.

Jean heard the yawn emitted by the librarian of the Knights of Favonius, so she offered her to go home early, "Lisa, if you want you can go home early. I'll be here a little longer, must get these documents done soon."

"You know, seeing how hard you work makes even me want to help you out somehow. So, let me acompany you while you work," Lisa said with a sincere smile.

"Ah, thank you Lisa. You don't really have to but I appreciate it, you really do give me a peace of mind."

Jean suddenly jolted out of her seat when she heard the loud banging on her office door. Noticing that the door doesn't open right away, Lisa walked over to the door and opening it to reveal a terrified and panicking Klee.

"Klee? What are you doing up this late? You should be asleep, it's way past your bedtime." Jean started to scold the poor child before noticing her worried expression.

"Did you perhaps had another nightmare?" Lisa asked as she crouch down to Klee's level.

When Klee tried to answer their questions, it only came out as choked sobs and unclear words. All she can think of right now is you and your pained expression. As Jean and Lisa waited to Klee to calm down, she finally has collected enough courage to tell them what just happened.

You sat there on the floor leaning against the couch helplessly, clutching on to your stomach and moaning in pain quietly. Then you felt a little relieved to hear the sound of hurried footsteps approaching.

'Two....no, three people are coming here...' You had time to think to yourself.

As the three reached Kaeya's office door, Jean immediatly slammed open the door to reveal your worrying state.

"Y/n, are you alri-- Y/N!!" Jean rushed to your side, holding your hand firmly.

Klee later came into the room, followed by Lisa. Seeing the situation in front of them, Lisa murmured a quiet 'oh my' as Klee ran over to your and Jean's place.

"Master Jean, you have got to help them someway!" Klee said while giving Jean puppy eyes.

"Jean....i-it hurts..." You manage to murmur under your heavy breathing.

"I know Y/n, I know. Just hold on for a little longer, let me think of something," Jean said while rubbing your back, trying to comfort you.

Coincidentally, Amber also happens to be in the HQ just about to head home when she heard the commotion coming from Kaeya's office. She peeked from behind the door frame to see what going on.

"Master Jean, is everything alright in there?" Amber called out.

Hearing Amber's voice made Jean sighed in relief, knowing that there's someone that she can rely on.

"Amber, thank goodness you are here. I know that you're about to head home, but I have one final mission for today. Call over one of the knights and head out to find Kaeya. Tell him to head back early and meet me at the cathedral," Jean ordered.

"L-leave it to me!" Amber said then rushed out of the office.

A few minutes passed and Wyratt came into the room followed by a salute.

"Master Jean, Outrider Amber said that you called for me? What can I assist you with?" Wyratt asked before seeing your slump figure in Jean's arms.

"Wyratt, Y/n's in labor and Kaeya hasn't got back from his patrol. Could you help me carry Y/n to the cathedral, please?" Jean pleaded.

"Of course, Master Jean. I will help you as best I can."

Jean slowly lay you down on the floor as Wyratt walked over to you and started to pick you up. Suddenly, your breathing hitched when you felt yet another searing pain.

Seeing this, Jean can't help but feel useless not being able to help you in any kind of way to relief the pain. She could only watch from afar, while you struggle with just keeping your eyes open, endure the excruciating pain, remembering to breathe properly etc. So, she decided to take immediate action.

"No time to lose, let's get to the cathedral as soon as possible!"

The Favonius Cathedral stands tall in it's full glory towering all the other building in Mondstadt. At night, the cathedral isn't as crowded as it is in the day time. In fact, there are currently only two people inside the cathedral.

Grace is currently lecturing and mothering Rosaria on how she missed most of the church activities. She somehow got caught for being in the cathedral at night as she skipped morning mass as usual.

"Please try not to skip church activities again, Rosaria. You know that I'm only looking for you," Grace said.

"I'll try....I guess," Rosaria sighed.

"Thank you, Rosaria. May Barbatos' gentle wind be with you."

As Rosaria's about to head out for her nightly duties of protecting Mondstadt, they both hear the sudden commotion outside the cathedral's door.

"Huh? Who might be at the cathedral at this hour?" Grace murmured as she walks over to the door.

Meanwhile outside the cathedral's door, Jean conflicted on trying to open the door or calling out to someone. Because she knows that normally at this hour, little to no people is present at the cathedral.

"Perhaps they've closed already?" Wyratt guessed.

"Ah, I should've known. I'm sorry Y/n, let's head back to the HQ again..." Jean said with a clear disappointment.

But before the group manage to move, one of the cathedral door opened with Grace peeking from the closed one.

"Acting Grand Master? What are you doing here at this hour?" Grace asked.

"Grace? Thank Lord Barbatos you're here. Can you help us?" Jean pleaded revealing your concerning state.

Grace immediatly rushed to your side, holding your hand close to her chest.

"My goodness. With her condition like this, she needs my immediate attention. Come on in, I'll prepare a room for her."

Amber scouted far and wide in search for Kaeya around Mondstadt. Her duty as an Outrider of the Knights of Favonius, looking for a person should be a piece of cake. But looking for the Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius is another story.

He was already troublesome in her eyes, plus, she's currently looking for him. Who knows where this man has ran off to? Suddenly Amber remembers something, she hasn't gone to one place yet.

"Ah yes, Windrise! How could I forget about it? He must be around there somewhere!" she exclaimed.

So at full speed, Amber made her way to Windrise. As she looked around the surrounding area, Amber notices the familiar figure she was looking for. She sighed in relief knowing that she probably had kept Jean waiting, until she saw a hilichurl charging at Kaeya.

Amber took out her bow and aimed at the hilichurl. Kaeya was also acompanied by two knights who also notices the hilichurl.

"Captain! Behind you!"

"Watch out!"

Kaeya turned around to see the hilichurl just mere feet away. His eyes widened thinking that this must his final moment, until he saw an arrow pierce through the hilichurl's body, pinning it onto the ground.

The two knights rushed over to Kaeya checking if he sustained any injuries, while Kaeya himself focused on the direction the arrow came from. Then he noticed Amber running towards him, waving her hand around in the air.

"Outrider Amber, you saved us!"

"Are you on duty as well? It's abnormally late for you to venture out."

"Or perhaps, you missed my presence, Outrider?" Kaeya teased as Amber's still catching her breath.

"K-kaeya! It's not the time to mess around, Master Jean sent me here to look for you!" Amber exclaimed.

"Directly from the Acting Grand Master? This must be something serious."

"So, what is it? Don't keep me waiting now," Kaeya said, crossing his arms and tapping his foot.

"It's...it's about Y/n. She has gone into labor, and Master Jean wants you to come to the cathedral immediatly!"

Immediatly, Kaeya's cool and charismatic façade faded right after he heard your name rolling off Amber's tongue. Now replacing it with regret and worried expression.

"Y/n, she has....what?! I thought we had a little more time," Kaeya said with a disbelieving tone.

"So come on, let's head back. She probably needs you the most right now, Kaeya. You two can head back as well," Amber said while holding both of Kaeya's hands.

As Kaeya reached the city gate, he felt like he's about to collapse as he ran all the way from Windrise to Mondstadt. But all he think about is you and your child's wellbeing, you had it worse than him right now. So with all his strength, Kaeya made his way to the Church of Favonius.

When he reached the cathedral's door, Kaeya plopped down on the stairs near the center doorway trying to catch his breath. He was so tired that he didn't even realized one of the doors opening ever so slightly.

"Ah, so you have finally arrived. Took you long enough."

Kaeya startled at the sudden voice beside him, looking up to see Rosaria who was carrying a sleeping Klee. Immediatly, Kaeya stood up and grabs Rosaria's shoulder asking about your current condition.

"Where's Y/n? Is she okay? Is the baby o--"

"Shush! You'll wake Klee up," Rosaria interrupted Kaeya hearing Klee stir in her sleep.

Rosaria rubs Klee's back trying to get her to fall asleep as Kaeya tried to calm down. Once he did, Rosaria proceed to tell him about you.

"Y/n's currently with Grace, Jean and Lisa in one of the rooms inside the cathedral. So she should be okay."

Kaeya let out a sigh of relief knowing that you are with people he can trust. Then they both entered the cathedral as Rosaria closed the opened door.

When they got near the door of your room, his heart sank hearing your whimpers and cries. Knowing that you must have been suffering these last few hours, the least he can do is be by your side supporting you. But, he wasn't there when it happened, when you needed him the most.

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his left shoulder. Turns out it was Rosaria giving him a slight smile.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Your wife is in there waiting for you," Rosaria said sincerely.

Kaeya took a deep breath as he mustered up the courage, and breath it out signaling that he's ready. Placing his hand on the door handle, he slowly begans to turn it and pushing it forward.

Then he saw you, laying on the bed covered in sweat breathing heavily as you're trying to regain your strength. Jean who was holding your hand suddenly looks back at the door, sensing another presence in the room.

"Kaeya..." She called out in relief.

Then Kaeya looked over to you, who was too tired to notice his presence. So Kaeya beckoned Jean to let him take over. At first, she was quite reluctant to let you go but at last you probably needed Kaeya more. So she slowly let go of your hand as Kaeya walked over to interlace his with yours.

"Hey sweetheart," Kaeya cooed at you, bringing your hand closer to his face to kiss it.

"K-kaeya..." You manage to whisper with your remaining strength as you felt another contraction.

"Hey hey, shhh you're okay....I'm here now..." Kaeya comforts you, lightly squeezing your hand.

Lisa walked over to Jean who was still watching by the door, both of them smiled seeing how soft Kaeya is when he's around you.

"You at least try to rest, I'll keep watch on them. This is going to be a long night," Lisa whispered.

"Alright, thank you Lisa. I shall join Klee off to dreamland," Jean said chuckling at the end of her sentence.

As Jean left the room, Lisa closed the door and went back to keeping an eye on you. She could see that you were still exhausted, encouraged by Kaeya's comforting words.

"Y/n, Y/n? Do you hear me, sweetheart? We're in this together and we'll get through this together! Bring our child into the world, and I will be here for you every step of the way!"

Kaeya ended up removing his blue jacket and fur collar as he positioned himself behind you, supporting you to sit upright with you leaning against his chest. Holding both of your hands, Kaeya whispered sweet nothings and words of encouragement as you continue to push.

This went on for who knows how long, until Grace suddenly said, "I can the head. Just a little bit more, Y/n."

"You hear that, Y/n? Our little angel is almost here! You can do this sweetheart, I believe in you!" Kaeya said lovingly as he kissed your cheek.

You only squeezed Kaeya's hand to let him know that you heard what he said. After minutes of pushing and catching your breath, Grace again said, "Just one last push, Y/n. Take a deep breath and give it all you got."

Meanwhile, outside your room in the cathedral. Jean and Klee got awoken by the sound of a baby's wailing cry, meaning that your child was delivered safely.

Klee has tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at Jean, who was crying as well.

"Master Jean...does this mean...?" Klee asked.

"Yes Klee, they're here. Y/n did it," Jean answered Klee as she pulled her into a hug.

Back inside your room. You immediatly went slump against Kaeya's chest as you try to stabilize your breathing. Kaeya started to kiss your forehead as he rubs his thumb while holding your hand. He even has tears rolling down his cheek from his visible left eye.

Kaeya slowly lays you down on the bed as he walked over to Grace, handing him over the bundle of joy. Walking back to you as he holds the newborn, he can't help but smile broadly as he cradle them in his arms. Kaeya handed over the newborn to you and then puts his forehead on yours.

"Thank you for giving me the greatest gift in my whole entire life, sweetheart. I promise to treasure and protect the both of you with my life. You can welcome me home later, but right now let's welcome our child to the world."

[Author's Note]: Ayooo, that end quote though. Ugh, *chefs kiss* so wholesome 👌🏻 I really hope you guys enjoyed this first fic of mine, it's actually really fun to write (even though that last part was rushed hehe). I'll be waiting for your request if you're interested to see more from meh.

Publication date: June 23rd 2021

[mothman-stolemyeyebrows]

The mechanisms as fancy dresses! Because I feel like it

Raphealla

Because pretty butterflies!!! Pretty wings!!! It’s really puffy so she can keep science in there!!!

Brian

It’s simple and elegant, not too much but definitely not boring. Also I think the green would go nicely with his brass.

Ivy

It’s so pretty! It looks like it’s straight out of a storybook. It’s not too much, kinda like Brian’s, but it has the gold-ish flowery details which is neat.

TS

Look!!!! The gold details on the front kinda remind me of a uniform, and the sleeves have little capes!!!! All the detailing is so pretty, and I’m sure TS would be very carful to not spill tea on its white dress.

Ashes

ASHES. Need I say more?

Tim

It’s like a little body suit with! But with a fancy skirt thing!!! Also very sparkly. Having the legs out makes fighting easier.

Marius

Flesh tone give the illusion of sexy, and the flowers match the color of his jacket. Sparkles Are Very Fancy, like something a not-baron would wear!!!

Nastya

Very soft, I don’t think nastya would wear a floor length dress. Idk why. Pretty silver detailing, silver like the Aurora! And her blood

Jonny

Very steampunk-y. Jonny gives me corset vibes. Puffy tutu. I dunno but I think Jonny would wear this

[lomappreciationblog]

Thoughts on the first LOM anime episode!

Short form: It's perfect, you guys.

Long form below: and I do mean long, I have so many thoughts and all of them positive!

Well, first of all, the art is gorgeous! All the characters look great, and I so adore Shiloh especially. They went all out making sure his design looks good, being the main character and all.

The backgrounds! Are! So beautiful!!!

I have to hold back from squeeing, they faithfully recreated the rooms of Home and the setting of Domina - in the church, you can see the organ and the tapestry on the wall! I love the stylization where the backgrounds have sketchy lines, and oooh, the way that tree leaves are made to look like Hiroo Isono's art for the Mana Tree? I don't know how else to describe it, but they did a fantastic job of bringing LoM's storybook visuals to life.

The illustrations for the ED are amazing too! They look like color pencil illustrations and you can see the various Jumi relationships in the art. Rubens and Diana standing side by side, and it seems like the two new blue Jumi characters are friends or partners. The Lucky Clover Sisters are together, and Rubens sees Esmeralda off, which makes sense because one of the possible scenes you can see in the Teardrop Crystal quest is Rubens encouraging Esmeralda to learn magic. It's just....so good. I am a little nervous that both Esmeralda and Rubens are among the Jumi shown with their eyes closed and only Pearl and Elazul are accompanying Shiloh at the very end...I mean, we all know what happens to Rubens and Esmeralda but I hope they get some more scenes at least!

Some more specific character stuff:

It so warms my heart to see what Shiloh's relationship is like with the other villagers. They did a fantastic job showing how much Domina means to him and setting up that he was raised communally by everyone (the part where he mentions he got his house as a gift from the villagers is just...ugh, my heart!!) And the way he deals with Bud and Lisa are so cute too, I love how he tells them not to call him Master and all that but pretty much adopts them anyway, heh. They also gave him an age here, he's 15 years old, so I guess Seraphina is, too? Poor guys having to save the world at so young an age, but that's how the Goddess rolls. Oh yeah, speaking of the Mana Goddess, I kinda wished they didn't show her like in the game's intro, because leaving her appearance to your imagination is more powerful imo, but it's not bad. Her design is pretty, but I don't exactly think it fits what I think of her.

As for Elazul, they handled him so well too!! They introduce him as this rude guy who seems like a meanie but the way he asks Shiloh after to help him apologize to Rachel is just masterful. Because Elazul really was like that in the game! He seems like a jerkass but underneath he's really just a worrywart softie who comes to appreciate the player character a lot. They made his smile so adorable!

And bonus points for showing in the anime that Duelle take his ankles lol, don't underestimate the Onion Knight. Speaking of Duelle, I love that he's this tough no-nonsense guy and shows some experience - again, lines up with what the game shows - he's one's of the very few characters who appears in other areas. And of course he could knock down Elazul - he's the one who gives you a tutorial on fighting!

Oh, and the way they integrated how artifacts work make so much sense! Because in the game you are practically rebuilding the world and only the player character is fully aware of it, but here it's explained as Shiloh uncovering the world that the other inhabitants ceased to be aware of. I just love how they presented the info about how the world's inhabitants grew afraid to desire, but Shiloh is changing that. Ugh, this doesn't make much sense when I type it out! But I just think they really nailed the world of Fa'Diel and did so without making it too exposition-y.

All in all it's a really good first episode! It doesn't get bogged down in too many details while providing all the worldbuilding and character it needs while being absolutely beautiful to look at. I couldn't ask for more. I do love seeing the peaceful everyday life scenes so that was a lovely bonus.

I am aware though, that as someone who played the game (and like a dozen times at that) everything makes sense to me, but to someone who's not aware of LoM it might be a bit confusing. There is that, but I think all in all they did a good job, and I'm looking forward to episode 2!

[mammons-tax-returns]

HDJXKDKFF I KNOW I HAVE REQUESTS BUT I NEEDED THIS PLEASE FORGIVE ME THIS WAS SO TIME CONSUMING AND FOR WHAT>> TO SATISFY MY DYSPHORIA/fA<>>A???

synapsis ; Satan and MC often discuss the plot lines of their favorite books, but this time, it’s a little bittersweet

✖️MALE MC✖️ comfort, kinda sad, fluff?

MC could practically feel the past few sleepless nights tugging at his limbs. He yawned into his hand. “I probably shouldn’t have pulled an all nighter last night, huh?” He chuckled a little to make light of the situation.

Satan sighed helplessly, brushing some of his hair out of his eyes. “I told you this would happen. You’d better watch yourself before I force you to get proper hours of sleep.” His emerald eyes never left the pages of his most recent favorite novel series.  “Lucifer isn’t as worried for your grades considering you won’t be here for as long as us.”

“That’s true...  But even still, I wouldn’t want to disappoint Luci.” MC rubbed his eyes a bit before responding.

There was only a scoff in response from the blonde, along with mutters definitely slandering his older brother.

“But never mind that.  Wanna update me on your book?” MC grabbed his own book from the table to his side and took a seat on Satan’s bed.  He has learned from experience that Satan read books far beyond his comprehension level-- far beyond the comprehension level of some of the smartest demons as well.  But the plots are interesting enough that listening to Satan relay the insights to him has become a hobby. 

“Well....  Amanthy ends up saving the prince from the monster right in the nick of time, but get this;  the two of them don’t get married.”  MC finally gets to see Satan’s eyes when he looks up in mild excitement.  They’re blazing so brightly that it nearly burns him as he watches them.  This normally happened when Satan was allowed to rant about a book.

“Amanthy calls off the marriage because he didn’t think that the prince was strong enough to be with him on his journey.  I really recommend you reading this part at the very least.  Now that you know what’s actually happening in it, you can focus on how incredibly this author deepens the understanding of Amanthy and his intents.”

Amanthy...  Would you really end it all just like that?  MC found himself wondering.  It must have been the fact that MC projected him and Satan onto the two ex-love birds in the novel.  Amanthy was clearly a sophisticated book-loving mage similarly to Satan, and the prince was a simple man in a foreign world trying to figure everything out.  Just like MC being thrown into the Devildom.  Together, the two fought and travelled together.

As childish as it is, MC was hopeful that they would end up together in the end, just because of his crush on Satan.  And hearing the news about their wedding almost felt like a personal attack.

He can’t respond immediately.  “Oh.” He breathes, “That’s surprising...  I, uh.  Did not expect that.”  A small laugh.  How was he supposed to answer?

“I feel the same.  It was not hinted at in the slightest...”  Satan held his chin between his thumb and index finger.  “But I understand Amanthy.  I mean, looking at it realistically...  The prince had his sword, and even with the little magic he had, surely he could have fought the beast instead of waiting for it to kill him...  Amanthy is a strong man, and I’m not sure how well he’d hold up being with someone like that.”

“Hmm.  Interesting...  This whole plot was just one turn after another.  You really have an eye for good books...  The beginning of that story was a bit slow.” MC tried to seem as invested as possible.  But it was proving to be much more difficult than it seemed.  Although he knew Satan can’t be held accountable for something like this...  Does he really think that Amanthy was in the right?

There was a knot forming in the very bottom of his stomach.  So then, would he do the same thing in that situation?  Would he really drop me if he had to save me like that?

“The story certainly did pick up speed...  Even I was impressed.  But it truly added to the character development!  Amanthy is a smart man for what he did, and he’s really selling it to me.  I wonder if that shopkeeper from the last chapter will reappear...”  He flipped several pages back as if to see if it was hinted at anywhere.  “She looked like a better fit for our bookworm protagonist...  Or maybe he’s better off on his own?”

MC’s mood just seemed to be going down a never ending decline.  The shopkeeper?  Who was literally everything that he wasn’t?

Satan continued before MC could comment, “The prince was always a bit of a dead weight, I can admit.  There were times that I found myself criticizing him for little things, but never fully disliked him...  Although there was much more to him than his exterior, I suppose.”

Okay, now this was a full blown call out post for MC.  The prince getting called a dead weight for the protagonist?  Suddenly, MC constantly having to be reminded by Satan to sleep seemed a little more daunting.

“So that’s how you look at it...” MC hummed and buried his face in his book, careful with his phrasing and hoping that the intuitive male in front of him couldn’t pick up on his hurt.

“Of course...  How would you see it?” Satan leaned a little closer.

This man will be the end of me, and he won’t even know it.

MC cleared his throat and shifted a little out of discomfort. “I mean...  I guess I sympathize with the prince a little.  He hasn’t really gotten the chance to protect himself...  A-And that’s the first time he’s been left with such a powerful beast, right?  Just a few weeks ago, he was in his castle watching the knights spar, and now he’s here defending himself alone.” Don’t seem suspicious, MC.  You got this.  You can do this at the very least, can’t you?  “Amanthy had a good connection with him.  I can’t believe he’d just overlook that because the prince needs help understandably.  I mean, isn’t that what a lover is for?  To love and support?”

Satan’s lips tugged into a simple smile.  “Ahh, so that’s how it is.  I’m surprised you can pay so much attention right now when you’ve barely slept.  You could barely keep your eyes open earlier.” He playfully ruffled MC’s hair.

His affectionate touch stung, and his words stabbed deep into MC’s core.  He knew no harm was meant, and yet he couldn’t help but feel horrible.  Why couldn’t he just listen to Satan’s nagging?

“But your opinion is just as strong as mine!” MC added quickly, hoping that Satan didn’t think he was disregarding him.  “Maybe calling off the wedding was the right choice in the end...  After all, the prince was kinda shady in the first few chapters right?  Maybe he’ll prove to be the bad guy.”

Satan seemed to think it over for a moment.  “ I suppose...  But the prince is a bit more respectful than that, don’t you think?”

And now he’s defending the prince?  Make up your mind already, MC silently thought.

“Y-Yeah, I guess so...” Am I as respectful as him, someone of literal royalty? MC breathed out slowly.  Even if I am, what difference does that make, Satan?

Some time passed after that, and MC couldn’t get passed a single page in his book.  His mind was a confusing jumble of thoughts.  Some of them hoped that Satan would react differently if proposed the same situation.  And some justified Amanthy’s decision in a sickening submission to his situation.  His ‘situation’ is an inevitable unrequited love for Satan.  And now he’s aware that Satan probably wouldn’t consider someone like him as a spouse even if given the chance.  Great.

“MC?  If you’re tired you should sleep.”

The (H/C) haired male jumped.  He looked up to see Satan way too close for comfort at the moment.  He felt himself flush.  “I’m not!  This story is too interesting for that.”

“You haven’t turned a single page.  And you looked a little scary.” Satan chuckled.  “Is it Lucifer?  Is that rat stressing you for your grades?”

“Well, no...  It’s just,” Phrase this properly, please. “I’m all hung up on that whole marriage situation.  If...  If you had to make that decision, would you call off the marriage too?”

Satan had a look of shock.  “Hmm...  I guess I hadn’t considered that.”  He thought for a second. “I don’t think I would.  I may have chosen Amanthy’s side, but I’m not him.”

Geez, that’s a big relief.

“But what about you?  Would you do the same?”

Okay, now that was unexpected.  MC blinked.  “I definitely wouldn’t have.  You heard my piece earlier.  I wouldn’t leave someone just because they were incapable of things like that.”

...  Was that too much information?

“Really...  Interesting.” Satan leaned back into the cushions on the seat.  “It’s almost spellbinding how similar you are to him, and yet you two have such different ideals.”

“Yeah...” MC answered subconsciously.  “And it really--...  Wait.  Come again?”

How similar I am to Amanthy?  No.  I must have heard wrong.  It just doesn’t make sense.  There’s no way that he would compare me to someone as great as-

“I must have never mentioned it, but I tend to project the people I know onto storybook characters.”  He seemed a little bashful, as he couldn’t quite make eye contact with MC.  “Amanthy is a very selfless mage that happens to have a habit of staying up for days on end to finish his studies.  He...  He reminds me of you.”  A small tinge of pink crawled onto his cheeks. “Sometimes, it also feels like you’re the protagonist of a great story, too.”

MC was flabbergasted.  This conversation is hitting him harder than the actual plot of the book being discussed.  “Th-Then, who do you see as the prince?”  This wasn’t adding up.  He couldn’t imagine who it could be if it wasn’t him.

“Me, of course.”  Satan responded without missing a single beat.  “I hate to admit it, but as the youngest brother, I tend to...  Blow things out of proportion.  And the others say it’s because I haven’t experienced the same things as them.  I don’t quite understand it...  But I guess I really don’t need to.”  He looked lost in his own mind as he explained.

He continued as MC struggled to put everything together. “The prince was told many of the same things I have heard.  But I think the reason I relate to him so largely is because I also feel little out of place, as many of his monologues describe my exact feelings so often.”

“Out of place..?  Why is that?” MC’s words left his mouth before he could consider them.  “Err, if you don’t want to talk about it, it’s fine.”

“No, It’s nice to get things like this off of my chest occasionally.”  He paused briefly. “I guess I’m just not used to someone understanding me quite like you do.  Don’t get me wrong, It’s not bad at all.  It’s just a bit...  Odd to me.  Sometimes I wonder if I deserve it.”

“Satan...  Of course you do.  Otherwise I wouldn’t have taken the time and indulged in the same things as you.” MC felt his heart throb.  Of course Satan would look into the story from a metaphorical stance rather than literal, like he did.  He was the one actually reading the pages, after all.  That’s just the type of person he is.  There’s no real beast in this story in his eyes.  The prince was just Satan stuck in his own thoughts.

“But...  Surely, this doesn’t mean that you thought I would have made the same choice as Amanthy, right?”

Satan hummed.  “You’ve got me unraveled under your fingertips, MC.  But you’d be mistaken...  I did.  But even if something like that ever happened, I don’t think I’d let you go quite as easily as the prince did.”  His smile had hints of mischief in it.  “You’re stuck with me.”

MC’s eyes widened a little.  There was so much information to take in at once.  “Well...  Rest assured, then?”

“Agreed.”  Satan nodded. “I’m just hoping you won’t get fed up with having to constantly calm me down before a wreck a building.”  He laughed, but it seemed sad, in a way.

Ahh...  So that’s just it.  Satan was insecure about something that I don’t mind helping him with a thousand times over.  MC found himself smiling.  Demons were much more similar to humans than he thought.

“That’s a bit cute, Satan.”

“What’re you on about?”

MC reached over and pat the top of his head in the way he knows he enjoys it.  “I wouldn’t let you go so easily, either.  I’m not Amanthy, and you’re not the prince.  You’re gonna have to try a little harder to get rid of me.”

Satan was frozen in the spot.  He suddenly understood what Levi’s shows would describe when they said, “time seemed to slow, and nothing else mattered other than him.”

“I don’t think I’d ever dream of it...”

For the first time ever, he felt as if he was receiving his very own happy ending in his own novel. 

[luciferbabie]

— oh, baby

summary: the mighty first born has been turned into a baby thanks to another one of levi’s purchases from akuzon (this time beel accidentally put it in soup thinking it was a spice) and he gets to spend time with you and his brothers!

warning: fluff

note: baby! lucifer has a special place in my heart + kinda took inspo from strawbericream’s baby series!

beelzebub ;

“i’m sorry, lucifer, i’ll accept any form of punishment from you.” but beel’s words were only met with baby babbling from the toddler in your arms.

lucifer didn’t seem to have understood a word, instead he smiled brightly and made grabby hands toward beel. “beew, uppies! uppies!”

you cooed at how adorable and carefree baby lucifer looked as beelzebub gently tossed him into the air, the melodious giggles of the baby echoing throughout the halls of the house of lamentation - a bright and airy contrast to the usually dark and intimidating aura.

“he’s so soft and tiny.” the sixth born marveled, gently poking one of lucifer’s cheeks as the baby eventually settled down in his arms.

“num num?” the baby asked as he reached out, wanting to be held by you. “hunggie, num num pwease.”

“and so polite, too!” peppering lucifer’s face with kisses, you hummed. “we’ll get you food, sweetie, don’t worry.”

“i’ll see what we can make ... this time without the thing levi bought.” beel said, already rummaging through the cupboards and fridge.

belphegor ;

after feeding lucifer some homemade princess’s poison apple sauce (beelzebub had to redo it thrice since he ended up eating the first two batches), baby lucifer was yawning in your arms, ready to nap.

“(y/n), is that ... is that lucifer?” 

turning to see belphegor rubbing the sleep from his eyes on the couch, you gave him a smile. “yeah, and looks like he’s about ready to fall asleep”

“b-bewphie?” 

the avatar of sloth watched warily as you set lucifer down and eyeing the baby tottering toward him. “huh, i can finally get pay back for -” the words were cut short when the baby clumsily climbed the couch and snuggled up against him.

“night night, bewphie,” lucifer yawned before succumbing to sleep, clinging onto his brother’s arm. 

you could see a blush dusting belphegor’s cheeks, as he looked down at his baby brother napping beside him. “sweet dreams, lucifer.” was all he said before closing his eyes as well.

leviathan ;

when lucifer woke up from his afternoon nap, he went on the hunt for his brother ‘wevi’ to play with.

“i should stop letting other people get my packages for me.” levi grumbled as he dug around his shelves to find something he can have lucifer play with him.

you smiled, despite how upset levi seemed, you know that he’s looking forward to spending some time playing video games with lucifer - even if he’s a baby right now. 

“wevi,” lucifer whined, already growing impatient. “pway! pway!”

a blush was present on levi’s cheeks when he turned to show you mario cart. “this should be okay enough for him to play right, (y/n)?”

“mawio pway!”

“yeah, and he’s excited to play with you too!”  you grinned. 

levi enjoyed playing with his brother, but what he didn’t enjoy was losing to a baby five races in a row.

mammon ;

“(y/n), where have ya been? i’ve been lookin’ - w-wha? is that lucifer?”

lucifer squealed happily when he saw mammon, waving his hands at him. “mammie!”

the nickname reduced mammon into a stuttering and blushing mess, forgetting whatever scheme he wanted to pull on baby lucifer.

“lucifer, sweetheart, please don’t talk while your mouth is full.” you said gently, wiping the corners of his mouth while he still bounced happily on his highchair.

forget blushing and stuttering, mammon’s chest tightened seeing you so at ease with lucifer - wait. did you just call lucifer sweetheart? maybe he can turn himself into a baby so you can coddle him and call him pet names and - 

“shiney, mammie!” 

turning to look at the baby, mammon saw that lucifer’s eyes were fixated on his latest steal (metaphorically or literally, it’s up to you to decide), a golden sphere with a map of the devildom. “’course it’s shiney! i chose this baby for my room!”

smiling, you watched the white haired demon happily explain what the item was as lucifer hung onto every word.

asmodeus ; 

“i’ve only seen him in the pictures that father’s shown us up in the celestial realm, but - oh, lucifer, you’re such an adorable and handsome child!” asmo delighted in the kisses that lucifer seemed to indulge his brother. “i wish you were this affectionate even when you’re all grown up”

the fifth born had slipped into your room for a visit only to find you in the bathtub with lucifer, making him go on an online shopping spree for baby clothes, not caring if this situation is only temporary. 

lucifer was wrapped up in one of your fuzzy towels as you and asmo choose which outfit would be comfortable to sleep in at the same adorable enough to snap a few pictures for a remembrance.

“i wish lucifer would always be this willing to add more color to his wardrobe,” asmo sighed, bouncing around lucifer on his hip. “or be more openly affectionate, at least.”

a royal blue onesie was what asmo chose saying that “it’s his color is it not? and it looks so perfect against his skin!”

you took a picture of the two as the avatar of lust paced around your room with the baby in his arm, cooing and talking to one another. “levi says it could last a few days, you’re welcome to plan his outfits, asmo.”

and that’s all it took before you were engulfed in a hug and a conversation about coordinating outfits for everyone.

satan ;

“you want me to what?”

“please, satan, he’s been asking for you all night and it’s way past his bedtime,” you begged, trying your best to make an adorable puppy dog eyes at the demon.

“satan,” lucifer sniffled, reaching out for his brother. “stowy,”

“fine,” he said, accepting lucifer into his arms before making himself comfortable once more on his reading chair. “i should have a children’s storybook near my bed.”

looking at one of the shelves at the foot of the bed, you see a number of children’s story books, some from the human world and some even from the celestial real. “which one?”

“perhaps the one from the celestial realm would be nice for him.”

you made yourself comfortable on satan’s bed as he read softly to lucifer, who was already fast asleep halfway through the story.

it was quite an adorable sight when you woke up in the middle of night to see satan and lucifer fast asleep together on the plush chair.

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[tobin-heaths]

Nights in Paris

request: Christen proposes after winning the World Cup

pairing: Christen Press x Reader

words: 657

"Tell me, why are we on a stroll through Paris instead of celebrating with our teammates?" You were currently walking next to Christen, your hands intertwined.

"Because it's beautiful and I wanted to show you the city at night. Just wait until you see the Eiffel Tower." She replied and leaned in to give your cheek a chaste kiss.

Your girlfriend made you leave the victory celebration earlier than thought to get a proper shower and dress nicely. You had just won your first World Cup in France, making this a huge milestone in your young soccer career.

"How do you know where to go? I have like absolutely no idea where we are, babe." You would've been lost twice by now without her by your side.

"Thank god you have such a smart girlfriend, huh?" Christen nudged your shoulder and chuckled in amusement while you rolled your eyes.

The brunette dragged you around a corner, your jaw dropping to the ground as you finally looked up at the lit up Eiffel Tower that was sparkling through the night.

"Christen– this. Wow, this is breathtaking. Now I get why you wanted to take me here. I'd rather do this with you alone than drink myself into a coma by tomorrow."

While you admired the beautiful construction in front of you, Christen made sure to get behind you without getting caught as she sank to her knee.

She had been debating for a long while, asking herself when the right time would come to propose to you. She knew from the very first second of meeting you that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with you.

Christen had gone out of her way to get you the ring she knew you desired. You knew about marriage plans, she was smart enough to talk to you about it, for future purposes. She had made sure to drop subtle hints here and there over a certain period of time, details about jewelry or rings, until she knew 100% what ring would be the right choice.

Tobin, Pinoe, Ashlyn and Ali had been the ones to accompany her to the jeweler so this was bound to be a chaotic story for another time.

Blindly reaching for Christen you couldn't find her where you've last seen her, your head turning away from the breathtaking view in front of you and instead finding a much better one behind you as you turned around to see the brunette on her knee, one hand holding a small box with a beautiful ring inside.

"Christen–" You tried your hardest to not faint then and there.

"Well, I wanna make this sweet for you. You know me, I knew relatively fast that I wanted to marry you. After much thinking about it I came to realize that this would be the perfect opportunity to give you the perfect storybook ending. Y/N, I love you. Will you marry me?"

"Yes!" Not hesitating for one second you held your hand out so she was able to slide the ring onto it and then proceeded to jump into her open arms which held you tightly against her warm body.

"I love you." You faintly mumbled against her lips before connecting them, getting lost in the heat of it all, forgetting where you are standing, forgetting about the time, forgetting about it all. Only focused on one thing that is the woman in your arms, the love of your life and future.

"We're going to marry each other. That sounds crazy. Will you take my last name? Do I take yours? Do we not take either? I kinda want your name though, sounds sexy as hell."

Christen had to giggle at your enthusiasm. "We can do whatever you want, my love." She laughed, taking you into her arms as you both began your journey back to the hotel to celebrate an amazing trophy and engagement.