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barefoothighlander · 2 years ago

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the vow - i

summary: you’re betrothed to the future king of Guilder and a fearsome knight is assigned to protect you. medieval au

knight!simon ‘ghost’ riley x princess!reader

warnings: mdni (18+), age gap, violence, arranged marriage, infidelity

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a/n: @/dinalgo on tiktok posted some hc art of knight!ghost and i’m obsessed, so here’s my interpretation of that except I refuse to write in old English, also points if you catch the references I threw in

The sun shines brightly through the large window, the breeze blowing the trees outside your room, for a small moment, the world is quiet, just the songs of morning birds chirping on the balcony fill your ears, there’s no noise, no worries.

The moment is quickly ruined by the sound of your maids bustling into the room, arms full of clothing and various tools, you turn your gaze to them slowly,

“Princess, good morning”

“I’ve told you a hundred times, please use my name”

“The Prince requests that we refer to you by your title m’lady”

“Well we wouldn’t want to upset him would we” Your tone is sarcastic as you make your way over to the women, one of them fixes your bed while the other prepares a bath, setting out your clothes. You step into the warm water, soothing a rag over your muscles to clean yourself before one of the ladies takes over, dumping water over your head to wash your hair. You sit for a few minutes in the water, allowing them to work around you,

“You’re quiet this morning”

“Mm not much on my mind I’m afraid”

“You’re not excited for the festivities?”

“The feast should be nice, I don’t care much for the rest”

“Don’t talk like that” The older woman scolds, Clarice had known you since birth tending to you as a young girl, always by your side while you grew up in court, more a mother to you than your actual mother. “The Prince is handsome, a worthy adversary”

“Yes handsome, but also rude, stubborn, cold, everything I despise”

“With time you will grow to love him”

“I surely doubt that” You scoff

She furrows her eyebrows at you, “There, now let's get you dressed”

She helps you out of the bath over to the other maid, Beatrice, you had known her for less time, her position assigned to you when you came to the court after your engagement was announced. Your Father was the king of Florin, and you as his only child had the unfortunate position of being in an arranged marriage to the Prince of Guilder, the Monarchs of the country being old and weary, their son was to be crowned before the year ended and he needed a wife. Your countries had been at war for years, the violence only ceasing when your engagement had been announced, you had been in Guilder for a week now, hold up in the castle away from the public eye, today was the day that your engagement would be formally announced, a festival for your sake being held on the castle ground, thousands of people crammed inside the grounds all trying to get a look at you and the Prince, the idea made your stomach turn.

Your early years had been spent wandering the grounds of your families castle, the tall stone walls becoming a home after the years you spent in them, you felt sick for your old life, your freedom, you could run around the gardens, ride the horses whenever you wanted back home, but here, every action of yours was watched, criticized, you were told how to look, where to be and when, every part of your life was in the control of the Prince and your Father, you hated it.

You had gotten dressed, your breaths feeling tight due to the corset you wore, another freedom you yearned for was being able to wear clothing of your choosing, now everything was blue and green, the colours of Guilder, always tight on your chest to emphasize your figure, your hair was done up in a knot, a few loose strands falling to tickle your neck and cheeks.

“Beautiful” Clarice says, a soft smile on her face

“I look like a peacock”

“You do not, you’ve grown into such a beautiful woman, my little princess” Her hand is soft on your cheek, you smile at the tender action, always finding comfort in her. “Now, we must go, you’re needed downstairs”

You struggle to take a deep breath, silently cursing the fabric binding your chest as you make your way through the wide halls, they were lined with various adornments, some tapestries, a few swords hung beside scattered candles, it felt cold here, no comfort in the walls, everything was jagged and silver.

“Now, the Prince will introduce you, then the jousting will begin”

“Is anyone from Florin going to be in the duels?”

“I’m not sure my dear, there’s plenty of men from across the countries”

You nod, looping your arms through hers as you walk side by side, you stand at the large opening that leads out to the balcony above the castle grounds, everything is decorated in the countries colours, it’s so formal, you feel like a stranger in your new home, everything so similar yet so different, you had no family here, no friends aside from Clarice, you give her a soft smile before unhooking your arm, waiting for the Prince to announce you before walking out.

You step out onto the balcony, the warm sun hitting your skin, there’s a symphony of clapping and whistling, you look down at hundreds of people, all staring back at you, you wave to them,

“Sit down” The Prince speaks, you turn to him, his face is stoic, there’s no softness in his features, you abide, sitting down in the tall chair next to him. They begin the jousts, two by two the men file out, setting up on their horses, the Prince turns to you with every new competitor, explaining who they were and where they were from, including his personal opinion on the men.

You see a tall man enter the field, his armour pure black, his horse the same, he’s larger than the rest of the competitors, his helmet shaped like a skull, his chest plate donning an emblem you didn’t recognize.

“Who’s that one”

The Prince leans over the balcony to get a better look, eyes squinting in an effort to make out the symbol,

“I’m not sure, must be some farmboy playing make belief”

You respond with a small oh, the knight approaches the balcony, his hand reaching to remove his helmet, the light hits his face, streaking colours through his blonde hair, you can make out a few scars on his face, even from your distance you can see the deep colour of his eyes, his face is firm staring up at you, you’re frozen in your spot, staring back at him, he raises his lance toward you, without thinking you reach behind you, grabbing a ring of flowers held together by a ribbon, and throwing it onto his lance, it falls to the base, the flowers close enough that he could smell their aroma, he says nothing, not even a nod, he simply puts his helmet back on and moves to mount his horse.

You step back, your eyes stuck on him as you return to your seat,

“What was that?”

“Sorry?”

“You gave him your favour”

“Thought the farmboy could use some luck against Ser Michael”

“Ah, yes” The Prince goes on to ramble about the accomplishments of the opponent, his success in battle, how much he admired his bravery, but you aren’t listening, your focus completely taken by the shadowy knight galloping toward the centre of the pit, his lance raised as he thrusts it into his opponent, throwing him off his horse. The crowd erupts in cheers, you swallow thickly as you watch him get off his horse, moving toward you, he kneels in front of you,

“Simon Riley your highness”

“Where do you hail from Ser?” The Prince stands, your eyes are focused on him as he bows his head

“The North, but I am no Ser”

“You’re not a knight? You wear the armour of a knight”

“The armour belonged to my father”

“And where is he, your father?”

“Dead 10 years ago your highness”

“And tell me, why have you come”

“I come to prove my honour, to serve you”

“Very well, you may go”

You watch a few more rounds of jousting, growing bored with the same thing happening, they announce the final duel before urging the groups to attend the feast, you make your way down from the balcony, towards the high tables in the gardens, your eyes roaming over the groups of people, struggling to find a familiar face in the crowd.

“So what did you think?” The Prince asks

“About what?”

“The jousting” He scoffs

“They were all quite good”

“What about that Simon Riley”

You whip your head towards him, “I thought little of him, why?”

“Well he was rather large don’t you think, I might add him to my guard”

“Add him to mine” You speak before thinking

“Why would I add him to yours”

“I have no guard, no one to protect me”

“Well, I’ll arrange for you to choose a guard tomorrow then, perhaps then you’ll finally feel at ease here”

You nod your head, turning quickly from him, you greet the King and Queen, making small conversation about the state of the castle, the blooming bouquets of blue poppies that adorned the various pillars, your eyes are drawn to Simon, his dark appearance a stark contrast to the brightly dressed patrons that mingle around the grounds, you watch him disappear around a corner, it’s not until the Queen calls your name that you realize you had been staring at him the whole time.

“Sorry your majesty, my brain has been a fuzz all week, what did you ask?”

“That’s alright dear, with all the excitement I can hardly focus myself, I was just wondering if you had decided on a dress for the wedding”

“Oh, not yet, you’ve brought so many beautiful options I haven’t been able to decide”

“I understand, we have the best dressmakers here, but do make time to choose, we wouldn't want to delay such an important decision”

“Of course”

She smiles at you, looping her arm through her husbands as they walk on, you stand there, overwhelmed by the sights and sounds of everything happening around you, you had only a week until you were to be wed and you had every decision already made for you, your fiancee and his mother picking out every detail of the wedding down to what bouquet you’d be carrying, they had decided that you would hold a large grouping of the blue poppies you see everywhere, the royal flower of Guilder, no part of the wedding made notice of your heritage, all traces of Florin erased from the ceremony, you were to be wed according to Guilder law rather than the customs of your home.

They had arranged for your father to attend but no one else, claiming that there simply wasn’t space for extra people to join, they had cut you off from your old life completely, forcing you to conform to their way of life, moulding you into the perfect Queen, obedient and meek, you despised it, you longed for your freedom from the confines of the castle.

When the feast ended and you had spoken to all the nobility you needed to, you were escorted back to your quarters, the silence of the large stone walls consuming you once again, no birds singing, no rushing of maids, just you and the night sky. It was late, the dark consuming the outer land in a blanket of shadows as you stood on your balcony looking over the moonlit gardens, that was the only good thing about your new home, a perfect view of the perfect gardens, every shrub perfectly manicured, bending and winding in a maze that led to a small fountain in the centre, each flower a shade of green and blue. Truth be told you didn’t think much of the colours before moving but now, you despised them, every shade a sharp reminder of how you didn’t belong, the colours mocked you as they invaded your eyesight, you huffed a breath to yourself, eyeing the grounds below for any sign of guards.

There was one roaming the grounds, you thought you could easily avoid detection if you were quick, you grab your robe wrapping yourself in it, a small attempt to keep yourself warm from the cool air of the night as you creep towards your door. They were heavy, large slabs of wood, you open in slowly to avoid any creaks, slipping through the opening and rushing down the hallway, there was a small door meant for staff that you entered, making your way down the thin stairs and peering through the door outside, the guard has his back turned, you inch the door open and slide through, quickly moving towards the gardens. You walk under a large arch of shrubs, the smell of the flowers invading your senses, bushes of wolfsbane, oleander and wisteria fill the gardens, all beautiful but deadly, a worthy metaphor for your new home, you roam the isles of the garden, lost in the hidden openings and similar corners.

After a few minutes, you find yourself in the middle, a tall fountain in front of you, it’s stunning, the intricate details of the stone swirling as the water crashes into the pool, you sit in the grass, listening to the sound, letting it relax you, finally a break from the quiet that wasn’t the screaming of citizens, or the demeaning words of your future mother-in-law. You close your eyes, the grass tickles your skin as you relax, breathing in the fresh air, you hear a small rustle in the grass, breaking you from your state, you turn your ear to the noise, calling out quietly to see if anyone was there. There was no reason for anyone to be in the gardens at this hour, in fact, the Prince practically forbade it, you stand slowly, following the rustling noise, peeking around a corner you see a quick movement turning the corner, moving faster you approach it, your heartbeat heavy as you near, you turn to find the culprit and let out a small gasp, a small white rabbit was sat, chewing on some shrubs, you kneel down extending your hand towards it.

“Come here little guy, these gardens aren’t safe for you” It hops toward you, nearly touching your hand before it turns on its heel and sprints away, you furrow your brows in confusion,

“They aren’t safe for you either Princess”

Your breath stops, you feel the looming figure behind you as you slowly stand, you heartbeat now thrumming in your ears, you turn to face him, he almost melts into the darkness of the garden, his armour pitch black,

“You should get back inside”

Goosebumps cover your skin, your breaths shallow as you stare at him, you back up slowly, turning around to move through the gardens, you turn around the corners, trying to find your way out, your feet carry you through the grass, you follow the lights inside the windows, trying to get out. You rush towards the exit, eyes focused on the light as you collide with the guard, stumbling into him,

“I’m sorry”

“Princess? What are you doing outside?”

“I just needed some air” Your breathes are shaky as he scans your face,

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes, completely, just need to go back inside I think the air was a little too cold”

“Well hurry in then” He nods, stepping aside to let you pass, you move past him hastily, opening the doors inside you make your way back up the stairs, you enter your room and release a breath, rushing towards your balcony to try and catch a glimpse of him. Your eyes scan the gardens, the night doing its job of concealing anything within the green walls, you see nothing, no movement anywhere, it's like he wasn’t even there, you think you imagined him, his deep voice ringing in your ears as you lay in your bed.

The next morning was calm, you woke early to the sound of your maids making their way inside, Clarice helping you dress and doing your hair while Beatrice makes your bed, tidying the room.

“Exciting day today” Clarice says

“What do you mean?”

“The Prince has arranged for you to pick a guard, I suppose he fears a possible war and wants you safe”

You nod at her, “I don’t believe the Prince fears for my safety as much as you do” you whisper, she shushes you, her eyes darting to Beatrice to make sure she didn’t hear, “Bite your tongue child”. You let out a small giggle, amused by how concerned she is, allowing her to finish your hair before you make your way to the throne room, you enter through the massive doors to a room of scattered men, all donning their house armour, you look around and see no sight of the dark knight. You stand atop the small set of stairs, looking down at the men as they announce themselves one by one, giving you their names and listing all their accomplishments, victories in battle, how they were undefeated in jousting in their home. You’re bored after an hour of their bragging, your mind oblivious to the fact that you have to choose one of them to be around you for hours at a time, an older man stands to speak but is interrupted by the sound of the doors opening, everyone turns their heads at the sound, their eyes widening at the sight of the tall man clad in black, he keeps his helmet on as he enters, only removing it to kneel before you.

“Simon Riley m’lady”

“Not Ser?”

“I beg your pardon”

“Everyone else here is a knight, why are you not?”

“I’m the last remaining member of my house m’lady, we’re a forgotten house”

“I expect my guard to be knighted”

“I may not hold a title Princess, but I assure you I would lay my life down for you” He turns his head to look at you as he speaks, and you release a strained breath,

“You may all leave” You address the room, Simon stands, “You stay” You look to him and he nods, the room is consumed in silence as the other men exit, leaving you alone with him, “Why were you in the gardens last night?”

“I needed to clear my head”

“It’s forbidden to be on castle grounds after dark”

“And yet you were there” He looks up to you, you swallow a thick gulp.

“You’ll be assigned to me, keep me safe”

“Thank you, Princess” He bows his head,

“And don’t wear your helmet inside, it’s unnerving”

He fights the smile that creeps up on his lips as you turn away from him, exiting through the back of the room, you make your way to the Prince's quarters, his guards stand outside the door.

“Princess” They greet you

“Hello, I need to speak to the Prince”

They look to each other and back to you, “He’s busy I’m afraid”

“It’s a matter of staff” You try to push past them but they stop you, you furrow your brow at them, one takes a moment, knocking on the door.

“My Prince, the Princess wishes to speak with you” He shouts through the door, you hear shuffling through the door, the Prince mumbling something before he steps to the door, opening it, he’s half-dressed, his hair a mess, you watch him peer backwards, mouthing something and it all clicks in your head, you feel your chest tighten.

“What did you need my love” The name feels like a stab to your chest,

“I’ve chosen my guard, Simon”

“Simon?”

“The black knight from the feast” You watch the gears spin in his mind

“Yes very well” He turns away,

“He needs to be knighted”

He sighs, “He holds no title?”

“Not yet no”

“Fine, inform him that he should be in the throne room by nightfall, I shall do it then”

Before you can respond he closes the door, the shuffling and giggles behind the door resuming, you spare a polite smile to the guards, turning away and making your way to your quarters.

You sit at the small table in your room, your eyes watching through the window as people wander the grounds, you call for Clarice who meets your side in an instant,

“Please inform my guard he is to be in the throne room after dinner”

“Very well Princess” She smiles at you before leaving, you sit quietly in your room, daydreaming about being outside in the fields, exploring the ponds around the castle grounds, being anywhere but here. The time passes quickly, a servant knocks on your door to inform you that dinner was prepared, you make your way down to the dining hall, the air of the room feeling colder as you sit down, dinners were the same, just you, the Prince and the Queen, the King being in poor health was kept in his room, only brought out for special occasions. You sit and eat, picking at the meal in front of you as the two of them discuss wedding preparations like you aren’t there, they don’t ask for your input, deciding on things alone, after a few minutes you stand to excuse yourself,

“You’re done eating?”

You stop in your tracks, “Not particularly hungry this evening”

“Well, I should see you in a few moments in the throne room then,” He says, turning back to his conversation, disregarding you.

You make your way to the large room, the walls high, large windows separating the spaces in them, you stare at the ceiling, it’s ridiculously tall, with large chandeliers hanging from the crossing beams, there are pictures hanging on the wall, you stride past them not bothering to spare them a glance as you hear the doors open, The Prince walks in beside his own guard, Simon trailing behind them, your gaze softens as you look at him, he kneels in front of the Prince, removing his helmet, you’re close enough now that you can properly make out his features, the sharp line of his jaw, the scar that crosses through his eyebrow, and his eyes, dark and rich, his hair falling slightly across his forehead as he bows his head. The Prince declares a few words, taking a sword from his guard and tapping it onto Simon's shoulders, the knight stands to his height, he towers over the Prince, having to look down to meet his eyes, he swears a few words, giving his oath to the Prince before everything is settled. The Prince nods, stepping away and leaving the room, Simon turns to you,

“Ser Simon” You nod

“Princess”

You stand there looking at him, words unable to make their way from your lips, you simply turn and leave, his eyes following you as you exit making your way up to your room, he trails behind you, his helmet under his arm as you reach your door, he stands with his back to the wall, his eyes focusing around the halls as you enter your room. You step in and close the door, your back falling against the hard wood as you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding, bracing yourself against the door, you take a few seconds to gather your thoughts before moving further into the room, stripping yourself of your dress to put on more comfortable clothes, feeling like you could properly inhale without the burden of a corset.

You spend an hour alone in your room, pacing around trying to occupy your mind, the pale walls doing little to aid your efforts, you think to yourself for a minute, your legs carry you across the rooms towards your door where you stand for a moment, collecting yourself before opening it,

“Princess, is there a problem?” He asks

You shake your head, you’re entranced by his gaze, “Where is your family Ser?”

“My family?”

“You come here holding no title, no accomplishments, who are you?”

“I’m no one”

“Nobody is no one”

He smiles slightly, his eyes crinkling, “I come from England Princess, my family owned a farm before the war, and now I am here”

“And your family, what of them”

“Dead m’lady”

Your face drops, your heart thumps with empathy, “I apologize for my words, I had no idea”

“How could you have”

“Yes well, how did you come to be in the country?”

“I’m not sure, I left home one day and just kept going until I arrived in the countryside”

“And you chose to stay here?”

“It’s beautiful here”

“It seems that way”

“Seems?”

You stumble over your own words, careful to not give yourself away, “I simply mean it’s not my home”

“You’re not from here”

“No, I come from Florin”

“I have never been”

“Well I hope you get to see it one day, it’s beautiful, tall cliffs with waterfalls, every part of it breathtaking”

He watches you speak with deep interest, hanging on to every word that falls from your lips, “You miss it?”

“More and more every day” You admit

“And you can’t go home”

“Not if I am to be Queen” Your smile fades

He nods, you turn your gaze to him, oblivious to the fact that he’s been staring at you the entire time, his eyes memorizing every feature of your face, every smile line and ridge, you turn from him quickly, nervous under his stare.

“It’s late Princess, you should be in bed”

You turn back to him, a polite smile on your face as you walk back into your room, your hand lingers on the doorknob for a moment, wishing you could keep talking to him. You lay in your bed wide awake, the words exchanged with Simon the first conversation you’d had that didn’t concern the details of your marriage, he was the first person to ask about your feelings, your home, you figured he must’ve just been being polite, too nervous about getting sent away to say anything different to you.

Simon stands guard over your room while you sleep, turning away any guard who tried to take his position, intent on ensuring your safety within the confines of your room.

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akielzx · 1 year ago

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Yayy! :D

I was wondering if I could have some hcs of Ashton and Sirius (seperate) with a s/o that’s like a wolf anima? They get really happy to see them and don’t try to hide it too, their tail is wagging so fast when they’re seeing them

yippee

every hour, every minute, every second！✦

＃；headcanons, ashton x wolf anima!reader, siri x wolf anima!reader

tags // awooooo, ok that was random but waggy tail, kemonomimi, shy shy shy, flustered ashton, teasing sirius yet appreciates how his dear s/o gets excited to see him, slightly suggestive on siri's part

ok sooo

ashton is shy baby.'

ashton gets fluster.

but he'll be more flustered when he sees [name] wagging their tail as soon as they see him, even just a small glimpse.

they were a weird pair for others, but they accepted it nonetheless

i mean, a wolf anima and a rabbit anima together??

but anyways, ashton was probably watering that flower again when [name] saw him.

[name] was running around trying to catch a dragonfly and stumbled, rolling around and finally stopped near a flower pot. they heaved out a sigh and rolled onto their back.

they darted their eyes everywhere and hissed accidentally looking into the sun. they covered their eyes dramatically before staying still thinking how embarrassing that was.

[name] heard pitter-patter; water, probably being consumed by soil. they turned their head, as well as their body and looked where it was coming from.

their eyes landed on the person's shoes before trailing it up, revealing ashton. ashton slightly furrowed his brows as he heard soft yet fast tapping on the ground.

[name] writhed away from the tiredness and sat up before rushing to ashton, almost ruining some flowers on the way.

ashton, stripped of his focus on the flower, focused on the hurried footsteps coming his way. he squinted his eyes before realizing that it was his significant.

he knew about their habit of skipping class, but he couldn't ever get over the fact that [name] was always open about their excitement; about seeing him.

there wasn't really anyone in the garden, but he still couldn't believe someone would be excited to see him. [name] then jumped at ashton, instinctively wrapping his arms around [name].

he sighed, a small and soft smile appearing on his face, contrasting his partner's giddy smile.

"..hey."

"hi!!"

motherfucker's a menace teasing his partner bro

but he does appreciate it, he really does

underneath his teasing demeanour, he is a really good boyfie

bro's in the kitchen when he senses [name] skipping again

[name] ditched class again, and this time, they're hungry. they felt their stomach rumble as they made their way to the kitchen. ears down, tail wagging melancholy.

they thought about siri's cooking and pouted; missing the taste of the food he cooks. sure it may just be steak, but the way he prepares it made [name] water.

as siri was messing around with the ingredients, he sensed footsteps getting closer. he couldn't care less and continued on with what he was doing.

[name] slightly wooshed their tail and accidentally made a noise, startling themselves. [name] went stiff for a second, not realizing they were already in the kitchen.

siri glanced at [name] and raised one of his brows, before thinking of something. he smoothly maneuvered towards his partner and tugged their tail.

it sent a shock and [name] jerked to a nearby wall; near the entrance; making it easy for siri to do his other thing. before [name] could even speak up, he pinned them on the wall and nestled his face on their neck.

[name]'s tail was now in-between their legs and it wagged excitedly, yet struggled as it was restrained by their own legs. they could feel his warmth breath tickling their neck.

"seems someone's excited to see me."

siri smirked before kissing [name]'s neck, kissing also, along their face. he quickly pecked [name]'s lips and grinned.

boogshk sabog, one request down, three more to go YEAHHHHHHHH

also get ready for another nsfw hcs for this amazing white man but not yet but his color's white

#aivsqhcs #headcanons #fluff #saint spells love guide #saint spells love guide x reader #saint spells #saint spells x reader #anon request #ashton harlow saint spells #ashton saint spells #ashton harlow x reader #siri saint spells #sirius saint spells #siri x reader #siruis x reader

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veryblushyswitch · 1 year ago

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LITERALLY MY EXACT THOUGHTS WHEN I WATCHED THIS EPISODE!!!

SO MANY OPPORTUNITIES FOR A LEE WIRT SCENE AND NONE OF THEM WERE TAKEN!!

#like-#he needs to be tickled-#I need it 👏#over the garden wall tickle #over the garden wall tickle hcs #over the garden wall tickle headcanons #Wirt #lee Wirt #cartoon tickle #cartoon tickle hcs #cartoon tickle headcanons

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matenrou-fan · 1 year ago

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I'm so sorry, but I just can't get enough of demon King ichiro fake. So how would their domestic life be like?( I promise you I will stop for more parts)

Demon King! Ichiro with Angel! GN!s/o General HC

GNreader, possessive! Ichiro, fluff, wholesome stuff; part 1, part 2;

-After you not only accept his offer and move to your new bedroom, but also accept his feelings, Ichiro gets bolder again.

-But of course he's very careful now. Finally, when the most desired person, his, only his angel was so close to him again, the last thing that he wanted to do is to scare you away.

-So in the beginning of your relationship he wouldn't be that touchy, acting pretty collected around you. Only when you two are all alone, Ichiro would risk and tickle your forehead or arm with a quick kiss.

-Even with his possessiveness, he still wants you to enjoy your new house, and by that he means not only Lord's Castle, but the whole underworld too.

-"S/o, how are you, my dear?" - Despite always knocking before peeking inside your room, and always asking about your well-being, today's Ichiro looked more excited than usual. - "I just thought about a little walk together.. What do you think?"

-So, sometimes he would take you on small dates outside the walls of his residence. Most of the time you just admire landscapes of his land from the cozy cabin of the carriage, but sometimes he just wants to walk with you in the forest all alone or enjoy good weather on the beach.

-But of course, all your little walks are only in his presence, and only with his hands in your own, or maybe on the waist or the shoulder if a mood is more romantic.

-Not only because he's still so jealous and possessive, but also because he doesn't want you to get in trouble. You're still new in his world, after all.

-Also, there is a chance that some civilians still can't accept the fact that their Lord is now officially with an angel. You're not a married couple yet, but still.. There's gonna be haters.

-And Ichiro doesn't care how many of them there are, he would hunt down every one and punish them properly, just to let everyone know how much he appreciates you.

-Maybe his prestige would fall, it's not as important as your presence in his life. He's a young Lord, after all, he's the stronger creature in this sinful, dark world. So don't you worry about your safety, as you always have a loyal body guardian around you.

-But when Ichiro is too busy with his business, you just stay in your room. Despite giving you much more freedom now, he didn't remove some rules, such as don't talk with anyone beside him and just a few of his closest servants, don't leave your room without notifying him.. And, of course, no friends.

-It's just.. The way he kisses you so passionately, rolling his tongue over and around your own, pushing it as deeply into your mouth as he can, the way the warmth of your body tickles his chest when he holds you tight in his embrace.. It's all making him go feral all over again, lighting up this mania in the pit of his stomach.

-But then your soft hands on his face as you cup his cheeks so tender, blessing him with a soft kiss, then your shining eyes, filling him with such light, pure feeling of calmness.. It turns all his passion upside down, changing into something more gentle and less wild.

-So slowly, as time passes and this bond between you two would get stronger, Ichiro would let his guard down. Let you visit some parts of his Castle without him, such as the library or the inner garden.

-"Oh? And I wonder where did my sweet angel fly to.." - a soft chuckle behind interrupts you from making a wreath of daisies. Ichiro stepped closer and got down on one knee, to kiss the back of your head. - "Will you make another one for me too..?"

-Daisies. The innocence, sincere joy are the first things that come to mind when you look at these simple yet so beautiful flowers.

-So Ichiro really loves to call you not only 'his angel', but 'daisy' too. You're like a fragile flower that lures all his attention, this purity of your soul raises and refines his mind, dragging this sensitive part of him from the depth of his soul.

-Cause, despite being little the ruler of the underworld, the young Lord was such a softie deep inside. Sometimes even small things can make him all red and sweaty, as he can't even look at your eyes. It was just a little kiss on his forehead, but what a bashful reaction..!

-Well, because all this wild but blind affection, even if it's wrapped around his heart so tight, never would compare to sincere feelings that you show so easily and softly. And teaching him to do the same, and oh what a diligent student Ichiro is!

-Slowly pressing his lips to your in some long, delicate kiss why no one sees your hugging figures. Even your skin feels like smooth flower petals and your scent is so subtle and warm, as Ichiro just can't have enough of this tickle wave in his stomach that only your touch makes him feel.

-"Just one more kiss, please, s/o.." - who would know that the Demon Lord himself can ask so shyly about something so simple? - "Just one.."

-It's like his terrifying obsession now turns into some sort of needy clinginess. In front of his subordinates he's so harsh and cold, making serious decisions and being cruel but fair. And only all alone with you he allows himself to show his true soft nature that bloomed after your affection.

-And if in the beginning of your relationship you both spend more time in front of his servants, like dining in the big luxurious room of his castle or enjoying a hot day on the balcony, around his guardians, then now more often Ichiro's prefer to make a much smaller dinner in your room. But just how much more pleasant it is, when he can let himself be feeded from your hands like that..! Or not control himself and just lick this small drop of cream on your cheek after you eat your dessert.

-And it's just a start.. Oh, how much more pleasing soft things would you open to him, that resonates in his heart with a big wave of new love. A new definition of passion, love and care.

#hypmic x reader #hypmic imagines #hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypmic ichiro #ichiro yamada #hypnosis mic ichiro #ichiro x reader #ichiro yamada x reader

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fluffallamaful · 2 years ago

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Let's do Dream and O

from this ask game

O: Online | Text messaging and social media, do they have some kind of online tickly behavior to tease their lee or ler with?

i’m gonna make a wild guess and assume we’re talking about my dweamie weamie pancake bambi man irl here hehe

ok so i’m gonna discuss a few scenarios here mecaude they’re all equally as important as each other <3

(belowwww)

🦙🦙🦙…

lee dream, asking for tickles

ok so this is gonna depend on how lee he truly is, but i kinda love the hc that dream is able to text and ask for tickles just fine,, BUT he’s absolutely a mess as soon as he clicks send

before he clicks send there’s a little embarrassment and fluster,, but it’s the anticipation that kicks in after he clicks send that truly gets to him. he has to wait for the ler to reply? then he has to wait for them to make their way over to his room? by the time the ler arrives he’s already so incredibly giddy and on edge

he’s often pacing when the ler arrives, and he usually can’t make eye contact at aLL. if he does they’re the biggest puppy dog eyes you’d ever have see.

he is a polite boy though. the text is always signed with a “please?” such good manners. and i also love your hc of “I’m bored” being the code word like it’s just so cute 🥺.

“I’m bored.”

“Please?”

🦙🦙🦙…

ler dream, asking to tickle

i feel like there’d be a few different ways that he’d ask, but all of them would be in code. sap and george know the code. it always starts with him checking in on what they’re doing / if they’re busy / where they are,, then it’ll be followed with the key phrase;

“Can you help me with something?”

he’ll always refuse to admit what he needs help with,, he enjoys the game of getting his target all worked up and suspicious. and he’ll always find out where they are in the house before he says the phrase anyway. there’s no escape.

no doubt he pulls out the “Why don’t you want to help me?” kinda crap. the pouting. i can absolutely imagine him pouting and acting all oblivious about why the lee is so worked up

also can imagine that he’d try his best to convince his target to come to him — for a good while. he’d even call just to get his whining across further, and also so that he can hear when the lee starts to get flustered. he’s just a lil cutie

the next phrase that george and sap have learnt is simply “Okay 🤷” it’s more common over the phone, and it’s always following a mocked disappointment sigh.

the call ends after that :)

🦙🦙🦙…

lee dream, teasing a ler

ok so basically this is a scenario where dream has been asked by someone else over text for tickles. like they’ve said their code phrase and he knows what they want and everything.

i can actually imagine him being super cheeky about it,, especially if he’s not already lee. like i can actually imagine him acting all oblivious, or even like telling the ler that he’s in his bedroom waiting, when he’s actually outside in the garden waving up at the window like an idiot

something about the safety of him not having to ask would give him a fair amount of confidence i feel. plus i like hcing that he prefers his rougher tickles anyway. and what better way to get them by provoking a lil hehe

can imagine both him and george both teaming up together and absolutely messing with ler sapnap. like just winding him up until he’s practically climbing the walls to hunt them down

🦙🦙🦙…

ler dream, teasing a lee

this one’s a little situational i feel. if he senses that the lee needs comfort tickles and a hug and a release then his text messages back to their request will be so sweet and gentle and understanding. and he’d be at their door in seconds <3

BUT, if he senses that the lee is just feeling restless, jittery or lee in general, then ohhhhhh my god he’s insane. particularly if the lee is being all whiney or sassy about it 😅

think acting oblivious, think teasy voice memos, teasy texts, refusal to move a muscle so that the lee has to come to him. like he’s just a meanie. he’ll make them ask. he’ll make them lift up their arms. he’ll act all disinterested and tease the lee about how squirmy and whiney they are. i could smoosh him

🦙🦙🦙…

#lee!dream #ler!dream #sleepy anon #llama asks #llamas concepts #thank you sleepppyyyy

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suspiciouslypinkrosegarden · 3 years ago

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The Passed Out Princess Chapters 1-2

Pairing: My CMC (Uyu, Dan Byeol) x Suit Saeran

Description: On days 7-9 of Ray’s route, the player is denied food as “Saeran” makes his presence first known. But, what if MC fell very ill under this method of torture due to a medical condition? Sadly, my custom MC, Uyu (full name Dan Byeol), would deal with exactly this dilemma.

Content warning: Descriptions of throwing up, passing out, and meal skipping. Every food related issue mentioned is strictly medical, and based on my own condition.

This was written under the assumption that you have played Ray’s route in full, so route spoilers ahead! This takes place during the very beginning of day 8, and according to the timings and contents of the chat rooms, it would take place before Saeran cuts contact with the RFA and before he installs a camera to monitor MC in her room. It is timed to match closely around to when I’d get sick myself.

My CMC’s condition deals chronic with low blood sugar, meaning she has to eat to keep it up or suffer the consequences as seen here. It is not diabetes related, it is something she is born with as am I and is linked to more complicated matters I left out to keep it simple. Some symptoms include: growing light headed, severe dizziness, nausea, vomiting, and passing out. See all chapters

I wrote this with flexibility for whichever HC for Saeran you follow (DID or BPD), because whether or not he has one of the following, Rika has drilled it in his head that Ray and Saeran are separate entities, and Saeran views it this way. Consider it written the way Cheritz writes him, with nothing exactly too set.

To make things easier for myself, I’m uploading multiple chapters on each post, chapters only separated by lines. Here is 1 and 2

Ping!

The sound of Dan’s phone alerted her to rise and greet the day with a new chat room open.

As the morning sun took its place in the clear blue sky, the little woman sat up in her big bed, bangs sticking out in all directions as her head thumped with a dull pain. Hunger induced pain, she noted, as her stomach felt empty.

Despite the beauty of this early morning, the light pouring through the windows creating a rosy glow which engulfed the princess room; there was no beautiful light shining on the brunette’s new situation, seeming so dreary and dim.

Uyu still found herself wrapped up in this place, whisked away to a castle tucked deep within mountains known as Magenta. Every corner of the building was constructed brick by brick with a beautifully ornate architectural design, but the bright exterior was only a façade. If she was left caged like this for long, what would become of her? Driven to insanity, perhaps she’d attack and claw at the walls which confined her, unable to turn her anger to Saeran, the real victim in all this. The “savior” made it clear she was the true ruling figure who lurked about as the moon rose, the mastermind behind this place’s pain and suffering.

The night before, after being so kindly introduced to “Saeran”, this golden-haired angel confirmed herself to be quite the wicked witch of the west indeed, and it took everything out of Uyu to not call her harsher names to her face.

Mint Eye was hell redecorated to wear the guise of heaven, but pretty gardens and saccharine words could not fool her. Because Dan wore no wool over her eyes, the savior had no intention of allowing her to live long enough to become the new narrator of “The Yellow Wallpaper”; and she had no shoes to click together at the heel to wish her way home with who she came here for originally.

Just as Ray’s suit did, he changed, flipping like a light switch.

Saeran, the name V previously called him by, did succeed in giving her a good fright, his attitude being the least thing she expected to see after Ray’s earlier sobs over the phone.

Uyu was mainly focused on one solid question after their encounter, though. Just what did that “cleansing” entail in full detail? What did this place do to him, to make him weep and beg for a warm hand to hold one minute, only to push back and try to scare her the next?

It was as if he was caught, dragged by the feet somewhere inescapable, a pit damp and dark down under; rising from a shivering grave cold to the touch.

If it weren’t for her position, she wouldn’t have allowed it.

Now more than ever, this room built on the foundation of fantasy and delight felt like a birdcage which barely allowed her to wiggle an arm through its bars. She relied on her song, her sweet words which Ray claimed to tickle at his heart and hold a power over him like no other before. Her goal, of course, was to use this for good, influencing him to learn to appreciate and care for himself like he should. But now, she felt unable to do even that much, not that she’d give up trying.

Saeran wished to dismiss her and her actions entirely, evident from his need to spew the fact that he bestowed upon her the label of being less than a person, his toy. His play thing.

That sick twisting she felt pooling in her gut upon first hearing the term “cleansing” seemed all too in place.

Ray, as sweet as her prince charming was, had a knack for leaving out important details about this museum of wonder. To her best guess, it was done to avoid panic as none of what went on here could be viewed as normal, or ok. He only briefly mentioned things like the “elixir”, such as on the night V arrived to spiral this place’s plans into chaos.

That was the night she could officially mark a great importance in staying, despite the vast network of lies.

Uyu wasn’t entirely stupid, she had an idea of what the elixir might be a while back, but it was still hard to process regardless.

Saeran threatened to give her one of these cleansing ceremonies...and said he could “draw out the maximum pain in the process”, telling her whatever happened to him hurt. A “no duh” moment indeed, but it was confirmation.

Ray suffered, for no reason other than he was too enwrapped in his blooming feelings for her, something that shouldn’t be taken as a negative but was. It displeased the savior that his chains which bound him by the ankles began to jingle with his new yearning to take flight.

She couldn’t allow herself to lie down and give the savior the satisfaction of breaking her, not when she still had so much to do, and not when Saeran and the RFA were at risk.

As the cool night-time air blew around them, feeling its whisper through her long locks of hair, Ray opened up about Mint Eye’s beliefs as a sanctuary for the “weak”, who had no choice but to lock themselves away to avoid further hurt.

He clearly viewed himself as someone in this category. Weak. But Saeran? Saeran shoved and shouted, which felt like a complete opposite to Ray’s whimpers and pleading. He even went as far as to accuse her of manipulation, of treating Ray like a puppet as she watched him dance to the harp she plucked.

Looking past his outburst and itch to watch her squirm, there stood a man seething with hate sparked entirely by twisted lies and his own fears. He gave himself away rather quickly as he attempted to say she messed with “hisna vefeelings” for some “big plan”.

She had to trust that there were boundaries he wouldn’t cross, being so close to her and forceful...and that was where her panic truly lied. But for now, she’d bank on the idea that he just wanted to scare her, staying alert in case he went too far. There were vases around from Ray’s various gifts that could be used as a weapon during the extreme. Unlike her, Saeran had no fighting skills either, but currently she was a bit too ill for those measures.

For once, a room so pink made her feel neither cozy nor at home.

Uyu’s fuzzy morning vision was then attracted to a black blob hanging on the doorknob. With a little eye rub, she made it out to be a dress, and a rather pretty one at that. In the way it was cut, it would expose much of her shoulders and upper back, the top front of it connected to a bow tied around the back of a neck piece with strings of fabric; like an attached choker. She could only assume it was a “gracious gift” bestowed upon her from the man she saw take Ray’s place. Apparently, he has a thing for black.

Her little device chimed again, and then once more, third time giving her the last push of annoyance she needed to reach over and respond to the opened chatroom.

She sighed with relief seeing Seven was the person active online, as she could now pester him with questions about what he was seeing on his end of the fight. They typed away, Uyu expressing concern for both of the hackers as they discussed Ra-Saeran’s new careless and aggressive tactics to snag him a victory.

As time passed, Jumin joined to ask questions as well, mainly circling around the governmental commendation from the Prime Minister to recognize the RFA for their charity work. Uyu stuck to her gut and pushed against the idea of it being a complete positive.

While both V and Seven acted oddly around the idea of the commendation, the RFA was also just a small organization which had only held two parties previous to Rika’s “passing”. The award was too fishy to trust in her judgment, especially now that she understood things going on around here weren’t at all what they had seemed to be.

Mint Eye wasn’t the only organization she was caught in that held its secrets.

After a bit of talking, Jumin agreed that the prime minister’s reasoning had to be figured out before any final decisions could be made. Everyone logged off, Seven returning to the battlefield and Jumin to stitching in his car.

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The need for food grew worse.

Uyu showered and changed into the outfit provided…not having much of a choice to do otherwise unless she wanted to rewear old clothing. She felt down and sluggish as she dressed the way her toy maker willed, the dark frills of her attire tickling against her thighs as her step dragged. She was still ok enough to make herself look presentable, even if done at such a pace.

Her hair changed to a solid dark brown color as it took in the shower water, the gold ombré reaching her tips returning upon giving it a blow dry, making sure Saeran would have less to scoff next he saw her. She wasn’t aiming to avoid his crude comments, but instead trying to make herself feel good. Call her smelly all he wants, she knows she isn’t.

Saeran was aiming to play into her insecurities, maybe full well knowing she had so very many of them as he tried to wind her up. The least she could do was confirm his lies to be lies in the ways she knew how, if not for him then for her. She couldn’t allow him to figure out what made her gears stop, whether his words were true or not. This was no game of knife throwing, and she was no target.

11:00 AM crept up on her as she moped around quietly in her dollhouse, waiting for Saeran to come and try to take a good yanking on her marionette strings.

Dan sat upon the bed as the empty-headed feeling and banging in her temple raged, shifting to lay down fully and make herself more comfortable. If she stood for too long, she’d sway and wobble as her vision turned to black, purple and green swirls, momentarily clouding both her sight and mind.

Despite her numerous texts and occasional calls, she still heard nothing from Saeran. Not a peep.

She was growing restless as well as worried for him, and what would become of her as she continued to go unfed.

Her phone buzzed, shifting her attention over to it groggily, eyes half lidded as she wanted to sleep off this sinking feeling. Soon, she’d start to go down like the Titanic as lunch time acted as her iceberg.

Uyu hoped it was her self-proclaimed master, only to let out a grumble seeing that it wasn’t. Instead, it was Zen who had logged on.

She chatted with him, trying her best not to voice her ever-growing discomfort from skipping last night’s dinner as well as that morning’s breakfast, lunch time now creeping just around the corner.

After a quick talk, she’d call Saeran again...as uncomfortable as that conversation would be, it was her only viable option to kill the onslaught of nausea.

As they talked for a while, Yoosung joined the conversation as well….with talk of food; stew he was in the middle of making to be precise. She felt her stomach churn and rumble as the need for rest fell over her like a weighted blanket, being the only escape from the inevitable vomit now building up inside.

She logged off within another couple of seconds as the hot sweat began.

Dan swallowed thickly as her stomach went haywire, guts twisting, coaxing her to run to the toilet and empty out the water she could at least keep herself going on from the bathroom tap.

Leaving her phone on the bed, she rose to her feet best she could, stumbling till she reached the cold tiles of the bathroom floor. There, she fell to her knees, pulling her long hair back and away from her damp face, lifting up the toilet seat before her.

Within a mere moment, she felt the contents claw at the inside of her throat with a burning sensation, attempting to break free. She shuddered as her body suddenly fell in temperature, before allowing whatever her tummy could offer up to slip past her lips, color in her face all too faded away, displaying her illness. Gagging and choking noises echoed throughout the small room as the rather clearish liquid flowed from her mouth, tears from the discomfort blurring her vision as she blinked them away.

She stayed like that by the toilet for a while, throwing up a couple more times before making certain that event was over for the time being. Uyu considered herself extremely lucky that none was able to touch her or end up in her hair, but not nice to say vomiting wasn’t new to her. She knew the tricks.

Oddly, when something like this would happen, it gave her a tiny amount of strength back. It was strangely relieving, although emptying her stomach further. Her tummy was able to untense a tad.

She blew her nose and wiped her eyes before giving it all a flush down.

A fast teeth brush followed before she stumbled over to bed where she had left her phone. She fiddled with the RFA app until she could reach Saeran’s contact profile. Trying not to let the dread of being ignored again wash over her, she dialed up his number, both nervous and praying this time for a response.

After that last fit was over, her condition would move her into another stage, passing out being the only thing to come next without the blood sugar spike she needed.

The ringing went on for what felt like an eternity as she groaned and pressed her face into the pillow.

“Pick up...pick up damn it please pick up…”.

Uyu wished that she had made a bigger fuss over this earlier rather than attempting to swallow it and wait it out. Being distracted by “the savior” and Saeran’s screaming was something she shouldn’t have allowed herself to do in the midst of endangering her own health. What was she thinking? She knew it would reach this point, it always does if left unchecked. She internally cursed herself for not speaking up more assertively.

After another moment, his angry voice finally came through the speaker and she sighed softly with relief. The last she had heard from him was at four in the morning.

“Feeling this lonely and desperate already, hmm? Tch...what makes you think you have the right to contact me over and over again when I’m doing important work unlike you?”

She huffed on the other end, which he paid no mind.

“All you do is fiddle around like a good for nothing. You didn’t seem so happy to chat with me last time we spoke, but now you’re all eager and ready? You’re just itching for another visit aren’t you? Impatient little princess~.”

He let out an airy chuckle, finding her repeated acts of calling him rather amusing.

“Don’t worry. I have play time all planned out for you soon, you pest. I’ll bother you ten times more than you ever bothered me-”

She cut off his angry rambling, mumbling quietly as she spoke.

“Saeran...can you please come here? I’m not well right now and I don’t know how much longer I can keep myself functioning...I already threw up-”

“Speak up, you complainer! Seriously? You want to see me so badly that you’d put on an elaborate show? Princess...you can’t win any sort of sympathy from me by acting like a brat. Ugg, I’m going to hang up now. I’ll be imagining the million ways I can punish you for this later, stupid toy. I’m busy! Too busy for a bug like you to understand! You waste my time-”

“Wait please...please come here...it’s harder for me to explain over the phone. I...mentioned this problem earlier..please…”

And she had, briefly attempting to bring it up as he invaded a chat room between her and Jaehee.

“Begging now?”

He took on a sad tone of childish mockery as he continued.

“Please please please...please come see me... AHAHA! You airhead. I know what your medical records look like, and therefore I know you’re spinning a lie. You’re not to be trusted just as my savior says. There’s nothing there pertaining to some sort of eating issue other than the fact that your weak little body can’t handle milk…‘Uyu’~.”

He teased at her chosen nickname, and while the irony was why it was picked, this was less than fun.

“Now quit whining over an empty stomach when it hasn’t even been a full day! It’s no fun to see you give up so fast!”

Dan tried her best not to slur her speech, the task assigned to speak up being too hard of one to follow.

“Fine...fine don’t believe me. But…..it doesn’t hurt to come anyways. Since you want to see me suffer….or whatever….”

“Or whatever??? Toy, if I come see you right now...you won’t like what you’re going to get. I haven’t an ounce of pity in me to give you if that’s what you’re searching for. I'm not the type to let you rest in my lap as I stroke your hair and tell you it will be alright, and I won’t give in and feed you. Instead, I’ll make sure you never wish to call me again.”

“...ok…”

“Ok? Ok?? Haha! ...ok then. Let’s see how pathetic you’ve become as you beg and plead to me in person, little actor. Playtime is happening earlier today than I had planned. Congratulations! I’m extra pissed.”

Call ended.

She let out a puff of air, dropping her phone down next to her before closing her eyes, not bothering to stand in preparation for his arrival.

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#suit saeran #ray mystic messenger #saeran x mc #Uyu #Dan Byeol #mystic messenger cmc

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nad-zeta · 4 years ago

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hi i love you single mom!MC headcanon!! If you can and have the time, can you make a continuation with the rest of the suitors? It's so cute. 💞

Anon: I’ve read your HC of single mother Mc with son and i really loved it 🤧🤧💖💖💖 so i was wondering if you could do it too for Arthur, Mozart, and Dazai? It will means alot for me, thanks 💖💖

（＾3＾）~♪ Hi hi loves Thank you so so much for the request! I’m so happy u guys like the first 2 I did, legit makes my day! So just a side note these last vamp boi I know the least well of the lot, so I’m sorry if it is not as good! Also, I already did Arthur so feel free to check that one out on my Mastelist! Love ya guys, and I hope you have the best day!

Single mom MC: Jean, Mozart, Dazai, Shakespear and Sabastian

Sabastian

The first moment you walk through the door and Sabastian spots the child clinging to your leg, he does an internal sigh (´Д｀)

It hard enough cleaning up after grown men all day, but throw a child into the mix.....

Only what Sebastian didn’t know was that, instead of having to clean up after the two new people, he had actually gained two new helpers to aid him in his duties

Your son was a bit of a perfectionistic neat freak and honestly hated disorder

You had a mini heart attack when you woke up that moring to find your son missing ゞ◎Д◎ヾ

You ran around the mansion frantically looking for him ᕕ(╯°□°)ᕗ

Only to spot him and the butler sitting together polishing the silverware for breakfast (◕ᴥ◕)

When the boy spotted you, he ran up to you with the biggest smile “Mother, mother look, Sabastian is teaching me how to clean the silverware” (｡◕‿◕｡)

“Is that so, I do hope he is not exploiting you and making you clean it all on your own” ⚆ _ ⚆

To that Sabastian simply flicked you on the forehead “I would never.”

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Honestly, Sabastian was thankful for the extra hands and he found that with the two of you helping him out, things got done a lot quicker and he had much more free time (▀̿Ĺ̯▀̿ ̿)

Your son absolutely loved helping Sabastian and often while they cleaned he would play his favourite song 〜(꒪꒳꒪)〜

It was during those rare times that the stoic butler actually smiled ( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ )

You walked into a scene of Sabastian and your son singing at the top of their lungs and dancing as they made breakfast （＾3＾）~♪

The second Sabastian spotted you spying at them from the doorway, he dragged you into the kitchen to join the fun ヾ(⌐■_■)ノ♪

You couldn’t help but smile at this new goofy side of Sabastian dancing with the broomstick as he swept the floor （ーoー)♪

You son stood on a chair in front of the stove using the spatula as a mic, while he sang and flipped pancakes (☆￢o)q

The three of you were always together (｡◕‿◕｡)

Whether it was going shopping for supplies or sitting late nights sipping on wine and polishing cutlery it was always a good time (=^_^=)

You had come to really enjoy Sabastians dry sense of humour

Your son couldn’t help but smile as his mother and favourite butler laughing while joking around and washing the dishes ✿◕ ‿ ◕✿

He sent up a secret prayer in hopes that soon Sabastion wouldn't just be a butler but be his new father (人◕ω◕)

Mozart

The second you walk into the dining room with your child hiding behind you, Mozarts signed ｜−・;）

“That’s just great, do you know how filthy children are, they are the main carriers of bacteria and germs.” (；一ω一||)

Mozart DOES NOT LIKE KIDS (／‵Д′)／~ ╧╧

In his eyes, they are just messy nuances

Despite the harsh words from the pianist you and your son received a warm welcome from the other residents

That night as you were sound asleep (๑ᵕ⌓ᵕ̤)

Your son woke up abruptly from a horrible nightmare (◯Δ◯∥)

Before he shook you awake, he heard a melody in the distance

(๑>ᴗ<๑) （＊＾ω＾）♪

He climbed down from the bed, and two tiny feet followed the sound of the music ε=٩(●❛ö❛)۶

Your son stood in front of a big door

He gently pushed it open and peeked through the cracks

｜。・）

That’s when he saw Mozart absolutely absorbed in his musicヾ(⌐■_■)ノ♪

He stood in the doorway and stared at him in awe ~(˘▾˘~)

Slowly and quietly the little boy made his way in the room to get a better listen

┬┴┬┴┤(･_├┬┴┬┴

Soon he found himself sitting right beside Mozart (｡◕‿‿◕｡)

When the last note of the melody echoed off the walls, Mozart looked down in shock and horror to see the little thing sleeping on his lap (ʘᗩʘ')

He sat and stared at the boy in horror, he was paralyzed and not sure what to do (ʘ言ʘ╬)

He then decided to pick the boy up and take him back to your room

But as he cradled the boy in his arms the little thing seemed to cuddle up to him (◠‿◠✿)

This absolutely melted Mozarts heart (>人<)

He rolled his eyes and tucked the boy into his own bed, he got in next to the child. he carefully made a pillow barrier between them

That morning Mozart woke up to little boy cuddled up next to him

(´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`) ♡

The boy was kinda cute

It was at that moment Mozard gave one of his rare smile, perhaps the child isn’t as bad as he thought (◕ω◕✿)

He taught the boy how to play the piano

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Most afternoons he sat beside Mozart and would watch as he played

Just as your son had quickly taken a liking to the pianist, so have you

Often you would sit in the music room with your son cradled in your arms just listening to the beautiful melodies produced (^_^♪)

Everyone in the mansion would know when you or your son was with Mozart as his music would change from dark and moody to light and airy, romantic even ♫꒰･◡･๑꒱

Slowly but surely Mozart let his guard down and let you and the boy into his heart and it wasn't long before the two of you were in a relationship

He would often carry the boy around on his shoulder wherever he went

Mozart still didn't like children but your son had seemed to break down the walls around his heart, and Mozart couldn't help but take up the role as the boy's father

“Momo, come quick Napoleon made pancakes for breakfast and if you don’t hurry theo is gonna eat them all up.” (◕‿◕✿)

Mozart would just about do anything to make you and the boy happy

It had become a new tradition for the boy to wake Mozart up every morning to eat breakfast together with you and him

“We can’t have that now can we little, Maus.”

(ㅇㅅㅇ❀)

Often you and your son will be cuddled up to Mozart in the music room while he plays the two of you a nighttime melody. (*^.^*)

Dazai

Dazai spent the better part of your stay avoiding you and your son

He didn’t want to dim your bright, pure lights with his dark past

But like a moth to a flame, he couldn’t get away from the bright, innocent light, the two of you omitted (◕‿◕✿)

You son instantly took a liking to Dazai, the first time he saw the man jump through the window to greet the two of you he was in awe

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

“Wow you are so cool, window man! Can you teach me to climb through windows like that.” (｡◕‿◕｡)

Cue your heart-stopping in your chest (ʘ‿ʘ)

Where ever Dazai was, your son wasn’t far behind, he pestered the poor writer 24/7 (◕▿◕✿)

The two of them often teamed up to pull pranks on the castle residents, i.e. Arthur

“Hey hey window man you know what would be hilarious, if we replace Arthurs shampoo with syrup.” (¬‿¬)

Cue the two of them snickered at the breakfast table, as all that can be heard is the mystery writer scream from the shower

(☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ ☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜)

Dazai didn’t even realize it, but soon his sad smile had turned into a genuine smile whenever you or your son was near ( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ )

The two of you cuties had successfully pulled Dazai out of the dark shadow of his past with your goofy shenanigans ੭•̀ω•́)੭̸*��⁺˚

As you see your son got his mischievous playful streak from you

As it wasn't just your son who would team up with the writer to cause a bit of trouble (¬‿¬)

What was the day Dazai knew he had just found his new family well that’s simple..

One day your boy came bursting into your room “Mommy, Mommy, I know how we can make window man super happy.” (｡◕‿◕｡)

You tilted your head quizzically as your boy laid out the plan

That morning the two of you had gotten up at the crack of dawn to set your plan into motion!

Dazai had woken up to the little scamp jumping on top of him “Window man. I have a surprise for you.” (｡v_v｡)

“Nooooo just 5 more minutes” Dazai rolled over and pulled the blanket over his head

This made the boy jump up and down on the bed while smacking Dazai with a soft pillow, “Wake up, wake up, wake up, your breakfast is going to get cold” (　･ω･)っ≡つ

Dazai cracked a smile and then grabbed the boy in his arms and started tickling him ( ﾟヮﾟ)

Your son was beaming with pride as he led Dazai to the big willow tree in a secluded part of the garden (▰˘◡˘▰)

The boy then started to climb up, “Come on, breakfast is going to get cold if you don’t hurry.” ◔ ⌣ ◔

Dazai couldn’t help but beam at the little boy,

He climbed up the tree behind the boy and noticed a treehouse at the top which hadn't there before �(ﾟ□ﾟ*川

He entered into the house, and his breath caught in his throat

The walls were painted in the colours of the bright pink sakura tree, and in the centre of the small room laid a feast with his favourite miso soup

He didn’t know If he wanted to laugh or cry, the whole setup reminded him of home and the soup tasted just like his mother’s soup ≧☉_☉≦

He pulled you into his arms and kissed your cheek, never had anyone ever done something so thoughtful for him

Since then the treehouse became a sort of safe-haven where the three of you would spend time together plotting your next prank, reading books or just chatting ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

One night as he read his latest poem to you and your son, he looked down to see the two of you fast asleep (︶｡︶✽)

He kisses both of you on the forehead and looked out the window into the calm night sky, and he thanked the universe for sending him these two extortionary people into his life

The light of his life, his new family (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )

Jean

Jean hadn’t been there to meet the two of you when you arrived

He had arrived back to the mansion late that night to a buzz

He felt unsettled and decided to find Napoleon to ask for a sparring match

You son woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t fall back asleep

(๑ᵕ⌓ᵕ̤)

He was a bright-eyed curious child, he took one look at your sleeping face, smiled and climbed down the bed to go and explore his new surroundings

(◠‿◠✿)

He wandered around the castle in awe of everything {*≧∀≦}

He spotted a room that still had its lights on, he was curious to see who was awake at this late hour, so he snuck his way up to the door

(｡◕‿◕｡)

He cracked it open slightly to see two men fencing inside ｜ｏ゜）

He was awestruck, he quietly walked in and sat down watching the two men fight

̿̿ ̿'̿'\̵͇̿̿\з= ( ▀ ͜͞ʖ▀) =ε/̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿

When the sparring match was over the boy excitingly raced up to Jean and bounced up and down (⁎˃ᆺ˂)

“wow, you are soo cool, can you teach me how to fight like that, omw is that an eye patch, are you a pirate.” ﾐ☆( *uωu人)+ﾟ.

He asked question after question, not even giving poor Jean a chance to respond ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )

Napoleon came up to the two and put his had on Jeans shoulder and ask if he would like Jean to teach him to fight

The boy nodded profusely “Please, please, please, please, please.”

Poor Jean didn’t stand a change between the excited little boy with stars in his eyes and the charismatic emperor (ʘ‿ʘ)

Jean thought himself a monster, he didn’t want to taint the bright, pure little boy, so the next morning he decided he was going to tell you and the boy to say faaaaar away from him

Or that was his intention, but how on earth did he now land up in this position, the little scamp was now before him, dressed in a full fencing outfit swishing around Napoleon's sword

(´・ω・)っI

“h-hey stop you are going to hurt yourself.” (>ლ)

At that, the boy stopped, and all his attention was now on Jean, despite being terrified he still patiently taught the boy how to fence

And after the lesson, Jean walked into the dining room with your son on his back, laughing in delight \ (•◡•) /

Your son had pestered Jean into giving him a piggyback ride

At the sight of pancakes your son jumped off of jeans back and ran to investigate the spread of food on the table ┗(^o^　)┓三

Jean tiredly slid into one of the chairs, the little boy was definitely a boundless ball of energy just bouncing around from one thing to the next

You poured Jean a cup of coffee and placed his breakfast in front of him, and thank him for keeping your son busy while you helped out Sabastian

“mademoiselle, I urge you and your son to stay far away from a monster such as my-“

ヾ(￣o￣;)

Before he could even finish his sentence your son now sat himself down on Jean’s lap and started pilling his plate full of pancakes (◕▿◕✿)

“Mamma mamma, have you met my super nice friend yet, his name is Jean.” ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

“He's gonna show me how to fight and be super cool just like him”

You chuckled and sat across from the two and chatted with the shy man

Your son freaken loved Jean and followed him around wherever he went

Honestly, you had also taken a liking to the shy man, although it wasn’t until you and your son spotted him in church, that you really started spending time together (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ ☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜)

After church the three of you would go to a café and have breakfast together, this had become a sort of tradition

Soon You and Jean had fallen in love

(◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*。

Jean never thought a monster like himself could fall in love yet here he was with you cradled in his arms, as your son ran around chasing around Arthurs dog ⊂(･ω･*⊂)

One night, your son had a nightmare and he immediately made his way to Jean’s room

HE climbed up onto the bed and shook him awake, tears streaming down his face

๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐

“I- I had a nightmare, can I please stay with you.” Beady eyes stared pleadingly up at Jean (つ﹏<)･ﾟ｡

“But I am a monster, you should be afraid of me.” (≖͞_≖̥)

Your son cradled jeans face in his hands “No, you are the nicest person I know, and i-i hope one day you will be my papa.” ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

Shakespear

The first time you two cuties meets the poet is when you visit him with Vincent

Honestly, you were a long time fan of Shakespear so you were super excited to meet the poet ＼(^o^)／

Honestly, Shakespear had to cover his eyes cause the sight of his dearest friend and 2 new guests beaming at him, it was simply too bright to look at

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ﾟ･: *ヽ(◕ヮ◕ヽ)

He invited the three of you in and honestly you were so excited

“oooh dear me it seems I have run out of tea”, before he could even finish his sentence Vincent was already offering to go and buy more (◕‿◕✿)

Once Vincent left, you and the Shakespear sat down and conversed in some light conversation (ᵔᴥᵔ)

Your son had gone off to explore Shakespeare home when all of a sudden he appeared out of nowhere with a ball of fluff in his arms (ㅇㅅㅇ❀)

“Mommy mommy, look what I found, a cute fluffy bunny” U｡･.･｡U

Shakespear honestly was shocked, his little rabbit would never let anyone get within 2 feet of him, let alone be carried by them ◉_◉

The bunny cuddled up in your son's arms and the look, of pure bliss on your sons, face brought a sweet smile to yours ( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ )

When Shakespeare saw that smile grace your face he lost his heart there and then

(⋈◍＞◡＜◍)。✧♡

Since that day you and your son would often visit the poet and have some tea with him

Shakespeare always felt the need to cause trouble, he loved tragedies after all, but when it came to you and the boy he couldn’t bring himself to bring either of you pain or despair ლ(･ω･*ლ)

Your boy love loved loved Shakespear and not just because he had a pet bunny (▰˘◡˘▰)

Often you would drop him off at Shakespear for the day, while you and Sabastian would do the mansions shopping

Shakespeare couldn’t help but crack a found smile at the boy chasing the rabbit around his home ｡◕‿◕｡

Your son loved visiting Shakespear, as often they both dressed up and reversed the lines for Shakespeare’s new plays ლ,ᔑ•ﺪ͟͠•ᔐ.ლ

THB the two of them goofing around in random outfits actually inspired many new plays （ ´థ౪థ）

After your shopping trip, you would walk into Shakespeare’s home to the sight of both of them wearing ridiculous costumes, with your little boy snuggled up in Shakespears lap fast asleep, as Shakespear reads to him the newest play’s plot (︶｡︶✽)

Shakespear smile at you and beckons you closer

You cuddle up beside him and rest your head in the crook of his neck

“I see the two fo you had some fun today.” (◠‿◠✿)

“The little rascal keeps me on my toes, that’s for sure” (✿◠‿◠)

Shakespear gives you a sweet kiss and then recites his newest poem to you professing his undying love for both you and the lil boy nestled up in his arms ♡｡ﾟ.(*♡´‿` 人´‿` ♡*)ﾟ♡ °・

I hope you guys enjoyed it! And I hope you have a good day! (｡◕‿◕｡)

#ikemen vampire headcanons #headcanon ikemen #ikemen vampire #ikemen vampire jean #jean d'arc #ikevamp jean #ikemen vampire sebastian #ikemen sebastian #ikevam shakespeare #ikemen vampire shakespeare #william shakespeare #ikevam dazai #ikemen vampire dazai #dazai #ikevamp dazai

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withoneheadlight · 4 years ago

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NSFW Anon here and I’ve come back w the most NSFW thing ever right, so like imagine this,,,, Steve and Billy being happy and content,,,, wow

Hey nsfw! anon💗💗💗. here I finally am!

First of all: this is the most amazing, most beautiful of asks🌟. Thinking about then happy and content, thinking about them having a FUTURE together is, the most non-safe thing ever, definitely not safe for the heart, in that way love is always a risk, a leap of faith, it's not safe at all. But I honestly think these two can fall on their feet at the end of the jump. I don’t think is gonna be easy, ofc. It’s not easy people we’re talking about. The jump is gonna last long. Sometimes is gonna feel like a freefall. That rage Billy has inside is going to be hard to deal with. For Steve, for himself. Things like that leave a mark, and being raised like that, learn that you have to bite to survive, that becomes an instinct, so it’s going to hurt, learn to live with that inside. And Steve-- having so ingrained that love is something you have to buy, a rent you have to pay without fail so people stay by your side, well, that ain’t easy either. And there are so, so many other things they’ll have to deal with. To learn. To understand (about themselves. about the other. about all the other people in their lives) so they can keep moving forward.

But if I’m not gonna be a romantic in here where else could I be? xD So I believe love wins, haha, at the end. Lame as it might sound. I believe that because the more I think about these two the more alike I found them. The more I think they’re like two sides of the same coin, spinning, spinning, and sometimes, unexpectedly, the coin stops on its rim, it doesn’t fall: they realize the other gets them. They realize they’re looking in the eyes of that somebody that is gonna know. when they need it. Its gonna look at their eyes and just know. And that’s not gonna make it easier but-- its the thing that changes it all.

It’s the thing that rescues them both.

And that’s the idea that fuels all my stories because my stories are, like, always the same? xD, something draws them apart. Something draws them back. And the thing is, I had always imagined them, like, moving together to a tiny, shitty apartment after that, after everything happens, after they’re finally together, and for good, that last time. But then, after the two month+ quarantine I spent at my own tiny apartment, I was lucky enough to move to my parent’s house in the country, and I had spent almost all that time writing them in a frenzy, so the moment I got there, with all that green and the trees and the fresh air I thought okok, the apartment is good but they’re gonna buy a house, at some point, they have to buy a house. So I started to write this messy hc that is like, mmm, an epilogue, for a lot of those stories, like a mash-up? future fic-ish-y thing, mixing parts of them all. Like: no matter what happens. Or how it happens. All roads lead to this future. To them coming back to the other like gravity. To them buying an old house with a backyard, and an ugly couch, and a strange-shaped kitchen, with them finding their place inside themselves and together and in the world. And if not their place at least some kind of peace (because, well, it's never that easy either, as we are as ever-changing as life itself is)

But, you know, a good future. Together.

So, here is a small piece of that, a bit messy and a bit tooth-rotting but, I’m writing this is basically to make myself happy so, no regrets xD. Also i hope it makes you a bit happy too, anon, as you have made me with this lovely lovely ask.

…...

The kitchen is Steve's favorite part of the house.

It has this odd shape. Trapezoid. “Fuck, Stevie, so goddamn weird”. Doesn’t make sense in a, on the other hand, perfectly rectangular house (or, well, it does, but they’ll only find out about that later). The cabinets are ceiling-high. The tiles of the wall white and cracked under the repeating pattern of light mint-green-stemmed, yellow-petaled lilies. The whole backdoor is painted on that same shade Billy calls Ripe banana dreams, both so terribly old fashioned and fiercely cute none of them say a word about repainting it. There’s a wooden piece, built into the farthest end of the counter. It looks disgustingly juicy and mercilessly stabbed when they move in, but Billy insists on keeping it, and sanding, and treating, and varnishing it. Manages to get it back up on shape because “Better than anyone, darling you should know what a little touch of class can make”. And for more than two weeks straight the only goal of his life is to learn to cut vegetables at high speed because "I have to live up to this level of professionalism. Impress our most un-impressionable guests"

(And, to Steve’s surprise –and probably hers– when she finally dings to pay them a visit his mom is, in fact, pretty much impressed)

He learns how to make good casserole. Tries his luck with Mexican and Italian. Fails miserably with Japanese. Will never-ever admit it, but he loves it when flour ends up staining every single surface, making the biggest mess around himself when he bakes. Steve knows why it is. It's a shared feeling. Floats up till it reaches the ceiling and bounces back down to them, heavy with the warm smell of cooking pie and cinnamon. Tastes docile and tamed like “Maybe not so much vanilla next time. Whaddaya think, babe?.” Tastes savage and daring, like the overwhelming tang of freshly squeezed lemon lingering on Billy’s tongue when he crowds Steve against the fridge and kisses him, bites a shuddering laugh out of him “How the fuck are you able to even think about putting your mouth near that thing, Hargrove?. That was––ugh. That was disgusting” “Well you know me, whatever it takes to make you squirm” leaving Steve with absolutely no option but lick the sugary dough stain over his cheek to “Cover up that foul flavor” and maybe because he likes to make Billy shudder too. It’s an ever-present feeling. Like the vivid smells of green tomatoes and parsley and mustard sauce. Like the sensation of Billy’s lips against his. The way he loses his breath when Steve kisses the sugary flavour into his mouth.

This place smells like home, tastes like home. Like finally, finally. Home.

It’s Billy’s favorite place, too. But Steve doesn’t think it's just because of that. But also because maybe,

maybe.

He has also noticed that--

There’s this particular, particular moment. It happens around seven on autumns, right when the day starts to fade. It happens between six and six past twenty-eight on winters, and holds the sleepy cheeks of the newborn tulips on Steve’s garden till they fall asleep on springs, sun already sinking behind the horizon by the time both hands of the clock meet over the spiraling infinity of the eight. And it grows bigger and bigger and bigger from there: the golden sunlight seeping through the wide, double-paned window facing the backyard at an oblique angle, making the yellow flowers of the tiles look like they’re re-blooming in gold.

It's the moment the day turns into a fire.

It’s their favorite moment in time. And in this particular, particular day of summer, it happens at ten past nine.

Billy is making Spaghetti carbonara. The kitchen is damp with the rich smells coming out of the boiling water. Mushrooms and oregano, black pepper and lime. A song is cooing at them from the radio, the beat of the drums a boneless memory of that one echoing around the quarry that last night at the end of July. Water rippling under the quiet sigh of the breeze. Trees cutting the liquid rays of light in asymmetric halves.

Billy takes off the apron, lowers down the fire.

Reaches out to Steve, fingers wavering come, come, come.

To me. Come to me. “C’mon, Harrington. Are you afraid of me or what?"

He has this way of looking at Steve that makes the space between them narrow, narrow: the whole unknown world. And aseptic, non-lived-in flat in downtown Florida. This tiny, tiny town. A mysteriously-shaped kitchen–

“¿Can I have this dance?”

Steve walks to him, takes his hand.

––Their bodies, pressed flush.

Inside his chest, Steve’s heart is running.

“Can I at least have this dance, before we say goodbye?”

Mazzy Star was playing. The corner of Billy’s eye felt wet where his skin brushed against the corner of Steve’s mouth. They danced till the daylight faded, till there were teardrops falling from the night sky (“Billy, I don’t have to–-” “Don’t. Don’t, pretty boy. Don’t say it. I’ll make you stay if you do. And I can’t do that”), they made lovelovelove on the back of Billy’s car.

In this light they fell in love, they fell apart. Ran away. Ran back.

Steve nudges at Billy’s chest, makes him move backwards till he’s far enough to tug, draw him in between their arms, hands intertwined. Steve curls himself around Billy’s back, nudges at the warm trapped between his curls. He smells like BillyandSteve, like this home, like past, like future. Like us.

Steve whispers in his ear. Three words. Billy’s neck curves towards him. An instinct. Tickled by their warmth. Steve kisses the curve of his ear. Tugs the collar of his shirt aside, bites where shoulder meets neck and up, up.

“Easy, Prom King” Billy teases, grins at him tender and wild. Knows when to use the one that gets Steve every time “Or you’re gonna make me think we’ll become picture perfect from this magical night onwards. A bunch of kids. White fences. You know, the whole shebang”

Billy crashed the Camaro into a tree in the winter of two thousand and fourteen. Had left the house in a frenzy. Something had happened Max wouldn’t talk about. But she was scared, so she had called. When Steve found him, he was in the middle of the Brookville road, feet following the twin yellow lines, so weary, so impossibly small like this, head hanging, feet stumbling, surrounded by the tall shadows of the pines. Steve stopped the car at his side, engine oozing steam, shaking in the cold mid-May air “Billy” he said. Low. Careful. Careful. Billy’s eyes looked wet in the moon-silver night, pupils blown, deceivingly calm, “What are you doing? You know this is dangerous” And Billy had leaned in, forearms over the rim, had leveled with Steve. Looking wasted, looking tired, but still, he flashed a grin at him, teeth-shark white, not going down if he wasn’t going down swinging. And Steve hadn’t known at the moment, but the blood staining his cheek, the screaming-purple mark around his eye, those weren’t from the crush. “I was sleepwalking, Harrington" he said, voice dry, laugh harsh "Waiting for a stroke of luck"

“What does it make you think that’s not what I’m aiming for?”

When he took Billy to his house Max was already there, had sneaked out, white knuckles peaked with red around the handler of her bike “Neil will kill you if he finds out” Billy didn’t say it, but she read it on his eyes. And Max had called Steve. Called for help. So Steve took care of Billy’s face. Made him stay. Spend the night. Almost the whole next day, didn’t wake up till the hands meet over the spiraling infinity of the eight. Steve left him there. Retraced Billy’s steps down the Brookville road, following the yellow lines. The Camaro wasn’t done yet. Howled like a wounded beast under Steve's hands, but stayed together all the way to Donny’s garage. Steve paid for the repairs. Covered it all up. Two weeks later, Billy showed up at his door. Offered to teach him how to fight “I cannot give you back your money, but I know you don’t need that”

They spent almost the whole summer together. Some days. Most nights.

Wasting time. Fighting. Joking. Driving. Fooling around.

No ‘what ifs’. No promises. Just,

“Leave the light on if you can’t sleep. If I manage to sneak out of the Old fuck, I’ll pick you up. I won’t stop kissing you until dawn”

Because Steve was gonna leave. Wasn’t going to throw a single glance behind his back. That was the plan.

And he did. He did. But––

He spins Billy out. Tugs him back. When their chests bump, his laugh explodes, bubbles up. Weightless. Happy. Because all that matters to him, to them, it’s between these four irregular walls now.

And God this, this, is Steve’s favorite part.

–ended up coming back running, following the yellow lines. Hoping Billy was the one letting his light on this time.

Because the sun is gonna keep on shining. They can keep on dancing in here, in their weird, yellow, trapezoidal kitchen, for as long as they want. Hearts touching. Lips brushing. Bodies swaying, spinning, cutting through the golden light.

#harringrove #golden hours at the harrington-hargrove household #billy x steve #steve x billy #xharringrove #xask #askfic #ns*w!anon💕

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nighttimepixels · 5 years ago

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Night: Oh yeah, the lillytale ladies purr btw :) Me, absolutley ascending: ffuUck yeS.... PlEase.... My WiFe.... 🥺💖💞

You are all so valid, oh my gods.

They absolutely all purr, and each have their ‘spots’ and circumstances, heh. Across the board they’re definitely inclined to do so when particularly sleepy, or in a particular intimate cuddly moment. Specifics though... here’s the Lilytale Purr HCs, then ✧(ô▿ô )

Serif (Lady UT Sans):

Best spot when relaxed: massage the palm of her left hand, or gently skritch/soothingly rub her occipital bone (aka, bottom/back part of skull)

Likely to purr in general when she’s drinking coffee on a rainy afternoon, sunk into a couch/soft spot and listening to music.

She blushes a little when she’s caught purring, but mostly chuckles it off and deftly changes subject if you try to point it out.

... get close enough to her though and become her nap buddy and you’ll get to hear it a lot. Softly, quietly, as you drift off. It’s a really soothing sound, actually.

Vellum (Lady UT Pap):

Best spot when relaxed: trace her collarbone or gently run your hand over the top her skull~

Likely to purr in general when she catches you doing something particularly cute and/or making her proud in a casual sort of way! EG, maybe trying to solve some of her handcrafted puzzles so you can engage with her more on it, or maybe she sees you working on your own passions~

... also purrs a little if you praise her when she’s in a rare sleepy state. It’s very hard to catch her in these, but oh man, is it worth it. She turns extra cuddly - good luck escaping her arms - but she flushes with magic and can’t help but purr if you genuinely praise her. Just prepare for the praise to be turned back on you in an exceedingly honest and spot-on sort of way :D

Sapphire (Lady US Sans):

Best spot when relaxed: trace along/gently massage her upper spine, or skritch at the difficult-to-reach-spots where her spine and ribs meet (but not the inner part, the exposed outer part, oh geez)

Likely to purr in general when you get the hiccups (they’re illegally cute, and you getting frustrated over them even more so), and when comes up to hug you in public if you’re close - because only you can hear her and she knows what it does to you ;D

Also a big-time aftercare purring type. Also also, sort of... panic purrs if you’re sick? It’s subconscious after she’s already done a lot to try and make you comfortable - she’s close (or if possible, holding you/cuddling you, germs don’t mean much to her) and taking care of you and instinctively just purrs to try and soothe you. ;v;

Amber (Lady US Pap):

Best spot when relaxed: almost anywhere, frankly, she really enjoys casual intimacy like that, buuuut you’ll almost certainly get her if it’s along her sternum - or if her head’s in your lap and you stroke delicately along her nasal ridge.

Likely to purr in general when having quiet together time with you - eg, you’re both reading, maybe you’re leaning up against her side, each buried in your own book, or other activity - just together, doing your own laidback thing. She loves it and without fully registering will probably purr and nuzzle you a bit if you’re within easy range.

Also purrs if she catches you falling asleep against her. She’s a sucker for that gentle trust and mutual comfort.

Crimson (Lady UF Sans):

Best spot when relaxed: along the underside of her mandible, but also - if you’re willing to risk the casual moment turning more intimate - tracing/massaging her mid-to-lower spine. She’s a sucker for feeling your soft touch dancing along her spinous process. (the lower you go, the more you risk frisky energy, heh - but that’s not unlikely regardless, with her)

Likely to purr in general when you get caught up talking about something you’re passionate about. She likes the spark in your eye, the way your hands get all the more expressive, the vibrance to your very soul. The chances double if she catches you satisfied at the results of whatever you’re passionate about (eg, completing a difficult task that you were very into)

also will definitely purr if you get sassy/snap back rightfully at anyone who’s being a jackass to you. Of course, she’ll also summarily see if you... need her help (and probably send the bastards running if you consider it for even a moment), but the purring will happen in the end as she hooks you close and readily confesses to how hot that was and how much she likes seeing that spark in you. This kind of purring might turn x-rated very fast, woops

Scarlet (Lady UF Pap):

Best spot when relaxed: you have to be very close to earn this, but if you’re at that point with her, then - delicately massaging the bones of her wrist... or tracing her collarbone.

Likely to purr in general when you’ve asked her to help you with anything and you’ve gotten... close over the course of that help. Perhaps it’s learning how to cook something, or investigating something, or learning some measure of self-defense or even swordplay from her... pride in you reaching some level of success will absolutely induce a pleased purr from her.

Also prone to purring if she’s had a good amount to drink. She definitely forgets some of her inhibitions and will be inclined to be more flirty, too - it runs in the family - buuuut she can also accidentally fluster herself, woops. So try not to tease her too much if you want to maximize the purring if you’re drinking with her ;D

Pepper (Lady SF Sans):

posted about here :D

Cinnamon (Lady SF Pap):

Best spot when relaxed: stroke along her sternum, or gently massage her spine. She’s got a lot of built up tension - having a soft, sweet human she’s awfully close to help take care of that is practically a guarantee to start her purring.

Likely to purr in general when she gets high and gets to play with your hair/touch you (doesn’t have to be frisky touching, either - you’re just soft and it’s nice to her)... and also when she watches the northern lights or a meteor shower. The latter is a very happy and rare state for her, but you’ve never seen her so relaxed and in awe that isn’t carefully hidden/masked with something that edges control.

Also inclined to purr if you’re inclined to sing/make music of some kind. It doesn’t even have to be particularly skilled; hell, half the time her purring in this regard is never even witnessed. Maybe she catches you singing in the shower and just leans on the wall outside the bathroom to listen, or you’re picking up an instrument and she overhears you from the hall/another room. She enjoys the musical expression from you, and the exploration even if it’s not expert, so long as you’re into it.

Blade (Lady HT Sans):

Best spot when relaxed: her palms! They’re so much bigger than your hands, but gently tracing along them and/or massaging them just tickles something soft in her soul and she ends up purring.

Likely to purr in general when you’re resting on her in any sort of casual, deliberate way. The display of trust means a lot to her - she knows how scary and threatening she looks and how hard she can be to get that kind of close to.

Also inclined to purr whenever she finds you making food for her/her sister. For fairly obvious reasons that... kind of means everything to her. She’ll eat every bite of course, no matter what it tastes like, but if you’ve paid attention and made something she particularly enjoys... well, hope you’re prepared to be stuck in the very comfortable grip of a purring giant skeleton woman for a while yet - it’s time for a sleepover, probably.

Bonus: purring machine if she catches you and her sister napping. Favorite human, bonded so well and appreciating her sister too? You won’t catch her purring probably, but you will wake up to a blanket having been laid over you both and Blade almost certainly nearby. If not, then you’ll smell her obscenely good cooking in the other room for sure.

Twist (Lady HT Pap):

Best spot when relaxed: gently tracing along her cheekbones/back of her skull, or along the vertebrae of her neck! Also, as is a bit of a trend, is a bit weak to the collarbone as well.

Likely to purr in general when you’re appreciating nature with her in any way. Sitting in her lap as she sings to the flowers? Helping her water the garden? Simply following along as she tends to her many plants/goes on her walks through the forest? She’s going to end up purring. It means the world to her that you’re interested, for whatever reason you may have.

Also going to purr if you’re willing to take a bath with her. They have a massive tub, but also a hot springs they tend; she really, really likes going there, and if she has you agree to go with her, though it’s a vulnerable sort of thing? Hoo boi.

Alpha (Lady Q Sans):

Purring denied actually, as my sib (who made Q, Alpha’s og counterpart) states... Alpha would effectively be like: “I am no simple bitch, I am a super-advanced AI - you’re going to have to work harder than that to get me to do something like purring!”

... So, for now, she remains an enigma. You’d probably legit have to be with her for ages & married or some such to unlock that after... winning a significant and highly unlikely bet. Or a series of them. XD

Glyph (Lady G!Sans):

Hardest (besides Alpha) to get to purr, actually! You’d have to be at an obscenely high intimacy level to unlock this.

Best spot when relaxed... isn’t a thing for her, actually! It’s the reverse. She’d have to have you melting in her arms relaxing at her touch before she’d come close, oho.

Likely not to purr, in general, as stated... but if there was any chance beyond the one stated above, it’s almost certainly if she’s all but the opposite of sober. The others are all nigh positive they’ve never heard it, except Serif - who secretly has recorded footage from when she and Glyph got drunk one night while looking after the dogs and Glyph ended up in a pile of adorable dog affection.

She’s a bit too well-managed beyond that to let purring slip - the Coda side of her is extremely opposed to purring, so that part of her nature is withheld XD

Dusk (Lady HF Sans):

Best spot when relaxed: third trickiest to get to purr, actually... until after she’s coming out of a high-adrenaline state and is finally relaxing with you soothing her. Mandible’s the trick with her then, or general careful affection. She’s still a bit out of her mind - literally, giant hole in her head and all - and is a liiiittle on the feral side.

In exchange for hearing it, then, you’re probably gonna have to resign yourself to semi-feral protective instincts and chill in her protective hold for a while, heh.

Warning though - don’t mess with her floating ribs when she’s in that purring state. She’s been through a lot, and they’re really tender; you’re just as likely to cause her pain as ignite a passionate spark in her. It’s a danger zone.

Dawn (Lady HF Pap):

Best spot when relaxed:... I-If you can reach... she likes it when you touch (pet??) her nasal ridge, or massage the points where her giant horn/antlers connect to her skull.

Likely to purr in general when... er. Well. Honestly, she’s usually too... on-edge, and not terribly present, to purr. But if Dangerous Things have recently been significantly handled, enough to pull back to tend to wounds and stuff, she might start if you’re taken care of, her sister is there and safe as well, and the Snowdin forest has been, at least for a short reprieve, been successfully defended.

#night answers #lilytale asks #imagine the lilytale crew #purrings hcs #ngl i'm cracking up bc I checked re Alpha and purring and my bro's response was viscerally no XD #so i guess... cw??#cw: purring #'s super not a thing for some people and hey i respect that #but also ehhhh i'm deep into the monster fun fuck it i enjoy purring hcs #Anonymous

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