#picnic in the calm lands :D

[starvingtongue]

@painsrequiem

despite the Guado's rising contempt for her and her son, Anna was adament to not let it interfere with showing Seymour as much of Spira as possible. and today, she was adament to take him to the Calm Lands, if only briefly, and for a picnic. he needed some time in the sun, away from the glances and the whispers of the Guado. maybe the fresh air and open fields would help with his mentatl state as well. she hated how cooped up he sometimes was in the masnion.

despite the threat of fiends, she was sure she could keep them both safe. she had enquired after some provisions to take with them from the kitchens already, but Anna wanted Seymour to help pack it with her. letting him have a choice in what food they took with them would help his confidence she decided. knuckles rapted on her son's door. "Seymour, my dear," her voice sounded happy, boarding on excited. she always tried to be happy around him. even if she wasn't, spending time around Seymour always lifted her spirits. in truth, the idea of spending the day away from Guadosalam had sparked a bit of excitement in her.

"How would you like to go on a picnic in the Calm Lands?"

[percyluvr]

percy x dionysus reader?

percy jackson x child of dionysus!reader summary: you enjoy a quiet picnic with your boyfriend wc: 589

Deep in the forest surrounding Camp Half-Blood, you'd set up a beautiful picnic for you and your boyfriend, Percy Jackson. Being a child of Dionysus, your skills in the kitchen were unmatched. You'd perfectly paired the picnic with drinks, a tiny bit of wine included, which you'd had to work extremely hard to get your dad to allow you to drink, especially on camp grounds with Percy Jackson, or 'Peter Johnson' as your dad had called him in the middle of his tangent about you taking wine to share with 'Peter Johnson' without offering to share any with your poor father who couldn't get his own wine.

You'd picked out a beautiful dark purple blanket that one of your siblings had and a black picnic basket. You'd made an assortment of foods, making sure to include blue foods because you knew how much it would mean to Percy. 

Now, you and Percy were walking hand in hand through the woods. You were practically bouncing up and down with anticipation to know how he would react. Typically, you and Percy would go to parties that your cabin or the Aphrodite cabin hosted, which could get pretty crazy. You two had never really had a calm date, and when you did try, there was usually some demigod problem that got into the way. You were just praying to your father especially that nothing at camp would get in the way of your date this time.

When you arrived at the spot for your picnic, Percy's eyes widened at the beautiful purple fairy lights that your siblings helped you string across the trees. His eyes landed on the carefully laid out picnic and you could see the excitement in his eyes. 

"I can't believe you would take the time to do this for me!" He said, picking you up and spinning you around.

"Of course Perce, why wouldn't I want to do something for my sweet and amazing boyfriend?" You said, thoroughly pleased at his reaction.

"Well, when you put it that way, I suppose there isn't a reason you wouldn't want to," he joked, putting you down but still grasping your hand, and walked with you over to the picnic. The two of you sat down on the soft velvet of the blanket and he started going through the basket.

When he caught sight of the bottle of wine, his seagreen eyes widened. 

"There's no way Mr. D let you take this, especially not to share with me."

"Oh trust me, you don't even want to hear how I convinced him to let me take just this one bottle," you said with a laugh.

He leaned over to you and left a soft kiss on your lips, and the two of you continued to unpack the picnic. You spent the rest of the day cuddled up and enjoying each other's presence, looking up at the clouds, and later into the night, the stars. 

That was, until your dad appeared out of nowhere and threatened to wrap vines around Percy and leave him there if you weren't returned to the big house in 10 minutes. You laughed in response, but could sense that Percy didn't find it nearly as funny. You ruffled his black hair, telling him that your dad probably wouldn't ever actually do that, which in all honesty probably didn't help at all.

On the way back to the cabins, Percy and you shared numerous kisses, and you definitely were not back in 10 minutes, much to your father's annoyance.

a/n: i saw somewhere that dionysus kids would be good at cooking and could pair any food with the perfect wine & i just thought that was such a cute hc and i totally agree! also to anon i hope this was acceptable for ur request <3

[outlaw-apologist]

The Gang as Fathers (RDR2)

This was an anon request :D Characters: Arthur, Hosea, Dutch, Charles, Sean, Kieran, and Micah TW: Micah’s contains graphic/violent themes Requests are always welcome~ feel free to request anything hehe AO3 link here ___  Arthur - He always pretends to be stern with his child but gives in almost immediately. “You can’t have candy before bed….” He puts on his best mean face that only lasts a few seconds. “Fine, just one piece.” - His baby will learn how to ride a horse before learning how to walk. Arthur will hold his child while caring for the horses or will cradle them in his lap during trail rides. - “I heard a little alcohol was good for babies. Makes ‘em sleep better.” He’ll stick his pinkie finger in some whiskey and will let the baby suck on it to calm down, but only during fitful crying or when his baby won’t sleep.

- As his child grows older he’ll try hard to give them a good education. Not city folk education, but enough to know about the world. There’ve been many times Arthur wished he had gone to school as a kid. - When his child draws for the first time Arthur is SO proud! He shows EVERYONE and keeps the drawing tucked safely in his journal for many many years to come. It doesn’t matter how old his baby gets, he keeps every drawing no matter what. - If Arthur had a daughter I think he would try harder to learn more about women’s rights. He might even visit the protesting lady in Saint Denis and ask her a few questions. He’s seen how the world treats women and he wants to raise a strong woman of his own who will always believe in herself and love herself no matter what. - Also- Daddy daughter dates!!! He would go to all the nice little cafe’s and bakeries with his daughter or would take her on special little picnics. - Camping trips!!!! Every weekend Arthur is packing his kiddo(s) up to go camping. He doesn’t like fishing but he’ll take his kids forging and teach them how to live off the land. When they’re bigger Arthur teaches them how to hunt small animals, like squirrels, with a bow and arrow. At night he cooks dinner over an open fire and sings trail riding songs or tells stories of his days as an outlaw. - If his child ever goes through a tween or teen phase of hating him Arthur WILL cry himself to sleep every. damn. night. wondering what he did wrong. Even if he knows it’s just how kids are at times, it really hurts his feelings. That self loathing part of him mixed with old family wounds never leaves him. - Sorry to any wife or husband of Arthur’s out there – but Arthur would save his child before all else in ANY dangerous circumstance. He’ll save his spouse next but the kid(s) come first. - “When you’re older I’ll give you my hat. It was my daddy’s hat, and now it’s your daddy’s hat. One day it’ll be your hat.” “Hey! Stop playing with my hat!” “Di’ju take my hat to school?  Don’t do it again.” - Even if his children are around people he trusts he will still watch them like a hawk, almost afraid someone will snatch them away. - He really hates being away from his children so he sends letters about his great adventures to them until he can return. - Arthur really doesn’t want his children walking in his footsteps, BUT he does wish they could experience true adventure and freedom. Because of this he’ll plan elaborate activities. Sometimes he creates treasure maps and will take his children riding around the state to find a ‘hidden treasure’ Arthur himself buried. - When his child turns 13 he’ll take them out to find a wild horse of their choosing, then he’d teach them how to tame the horse as a right of passage. It’s an amazing bonding experience between the both of them, and he thinks horses are special animals. Growing up with your horse is a must. - “Seriously gimme my hat!” -- Hosea - Hosea’s always secretly wanted a little one of his own. It doesn’t matter if he has a daughter or a son, that baby will be in his arms 24/7 - Literally wants to raise his child as a mini him – in the most positive way possible. - Bedtime stories were chapter books and his children learn how to read fairly early-on in their childhood. - Every few years Hosea gifts his child a new fishing pole that matches how big they’ve grown. Fishing is very important to him and he makes a point to have a special spot where he camps with his kids and fishes for days. Playing in the rocks and trees, hiding in the fields around the camp when not catching fish. Instead of campfire stories he reads books out loud or retells old memories he finds amusing. - “I want you to understand, the outlaw life is not for everyone.” Hosea is torn. He doesn’t want his children to become outlaws like him… However there’s a part of him he can’t deny where he wishes his child would be there with him no matter where he was. If his child became an outlaw he wouldn’t fully protest it. He’d feel guilty, I think, but he doesn’t want to be away from his kid(s). -That being said, his kid is raised with the Van-Der-Linde gang. Whenever Dutch or Susan tries to parent his child Hosea will always stand up to them. He puts a lot of emphasis on Arthur and John to protect his babies; mostly because he views Arthur and John as his children too, so they should act like good brothers. - He would LOVE taking his kids out to see plays or to the circus whenever the circus is in town. He’ll take them to films too though he prefers the performing arts (theater) first. However, he loves exposing his children to any and all types of art. If his child ever expresses an interest in acting or writing he’d swell with pride and do anything to support them. - Hosea is a smart man. He know he’s living on borrowed time. Making it to your 50’s as an outlaw was no minor feat. There’s money no one knows about, not even Dutch. Money that can set his children for life. He makes sure to bury it carefully and made arrangements for his child to receive a map of its whereabouts in case of his death. - “And that is ursa major and ursa minor.” Star gazing with papa Hosea! - He is firm but empathetic. Hosea will uphold any punishments that he thinks fits the crime. However, he’s never spanked or laid a hand on his kids. He’s more interested in life lessons. If he catches his child stealing then he’ll force them to donate something of theirs to the poor, ect. - If his baby is sick he’ll stay up all night by their bedside checking their fever and making sure they’re okay. He refuses to leave their side and won’t sleep until he knows his baby is okay. - Hosea’s biggest fear is losing his child.   He’s big on teaching his kid safety from a young age, even if that means using a knife or a gun. - For their 18th birthday he’ll gift his child a very beautifully engraved pistol. The engraving will be a quote or a saying that is personal to him and that child. Something with meaning only they would understand. - Even if his child is a full grown adult, Hosea will come read with them at bedtime. It’s something that makes him feel loved and cherished and he hopes his child feels the same way. - You cannot convince me this man would not put on a play with his children. He encourages the gang to act excited or amazed while watching. He’ll shoot a glare at Dutch whenever Dutch acts a little too excited. --- Dutch - Let’s be honest, Hosea raises any and all of Dutch’s children. - No kid friendly books, his children learn how to read philosophy like men. -Will completely destroy his children in any and all board games. He’ll never let them win no matter how young they are. If his kid starts crying he’ll say something snarky like “Aww go cry to mommy/papa Hosea.” - He is definitely the fun parent though. (At least in his opinion). His 10 year old is robbing trains. He’ll rob a candy store too for shits and giggles, just so his little one thinks he’s cool. - He really does love when his child sits on his knee or rides on his shoulders. It makes his heart swell with happiness. - I don’t think Dutch really knows what to do with children. He just treats them as tiny adults. - He will ALWAYS introduce his children with pride. Because of that there’s this… unspoken pressure for his children to always be at their best. They always need to be well articulated or ready for action. Otherwise there might be a dreaded “I thought I taught you better.” speech. - Dutch really did try hard to make sure his children grew up smart and capable. However, if that ever turns them against him or if they question him he immediately gets upset/angry. - His children will grow up calling him daddy and Hosea papa. Dutch might try to correct them a few times. “It’s uncle Hosea-” But he gives up rather quickly. - Dutch does mean well. He tries to take his children on special or fun outings. Unfortunately it always ends up about him or the mood is ruined with a long philosophical rant/speech. - He is not a completely useless father though. If his child is hurt he’s the first one there to scoop them up and console them. He would bandage them up and kiss their boo-boo’s better…. Up until near the end when the gang starts splitting apart. Around this time it seems as if he’s not fully present and so it doesn’t register to him that his child is hurt or injured. He starts to see it as their own personal problem no matter what age they might be. - His children are brought up seeing him as this wise, smart, powerful figure. They view him more as a savior than a loving parent. Basically they’re brought up to view Dutch the same way as the rest of the gang sees him. He provides shelter, clothes, food, and safety. He is the reason they have a free life. And because of this I do think they would have a lot of love for their father, but, they’ll never feel like they’re good enough. - If anyone ever touched a hair on his child’s head… Without fail they’ll end up filled with bullet holes or burnt to a crisp. He’s not great at showing his love but his children are his everything. ----- Charles - Charles is the type of parent that loves his children SO much he doesn’t even need to say a word. His love is always shown through his actions. He’ll gently sweep their hair out of their face or he’ll rub their back. When they’re little kids Charles will always press a little kiss to the top of their heads. - He doesn’t give in as easy as Arthur does. No candy before bed. Eat your dinner before dessert, drink more water, don’t go off alone, ect. He’s never mean about it. Charles tries to make sure his children are as healthy and well looked after as possible. - What if he’s not here one day? What if his past catches up with him or something bad happens? This is always in the back of Charles’ mind. Because of this he teaches his children how to be self sufficient from a young age. He makes a game out of cleaning up and chores become a family activity. He tries to keep it fun for them since they’re still kids. - Children are the future in Charles’ eyes. He teaches his kids everything he knows. They’re taken on hunting trips and out forging or fishing. Charles teaches them how to make bows and arrows. He’ll tell stories about his mother or his experiences. Most of all he teaches his children respect. Respect for nature and all of the animals they may meet. - When Charles’ child is an infant or a baby he will ALWAYS be holding them. Doesn’t matter what he’s doing, that baby will be on his back or in his arms. He LOVES holding his children. It helps ground him and reminds him they’re really his and life can be good. - He won’t admit it but he loves dressing his children up. He likes to make or buy clothing and accessories he thinks would suit them. During winter his favorite part of the day is bundling them up in their coats and scarves. Charles thinks they look adorable toddling off to play in the snow. - HE WOULD BE SUCH A GOOD GIRL DAD! Charles goes out of his way to learn different hairstyles so he can do his daughter’s hair different every day. I think he’d make jewelry for his daughters and would always be singing with them or playing with them. Charles would be very protective yet respectful. He’d still teach his daughters how to track and hunt, ect. - Charles carries pictures of his children everywhere he goes. On the rare occasion he’s drunk he takes out the pictures to show everyone like “Look at my babies!” - He would be that annoying parent who’s children becomes their personality. He doesn’t talk much but if he’s with someone he’s friends with he’ll casually work his children into all of his small comments. “I need to get some fresh meat for my family.” “My children would love it here.” “I would never let a man like that around my children.” - Charles would totally call his child ‘baby’. “Hi baby!!!” “What do you need baby?” “Oh no, don’t cry baby.” He wouldn’t do it in public but in private???? He is soooo unbearably loving and mushy with his kids. It doesn’t matter how old they are, that’s his baby. - Charles didn’t really have parents while growing up. He wants to show his children as much love, kindness, and compassion as possible. The world is cold and cruel. If he can be the light and warmth for his kids then he’ll do it. - When his children grow up, if they decide to pursue goals/dreams Charles doesn’t fully understand, he will go out of his way to educate himself on that topic just to show them support. -Charles is one of those parents that really don’t want their children to move away from him. If they chose to he’ll respect their wishes but you bet that man will be crying DAILY because he misses his kids. - For the same reasons, Charles can’t be away from his kids more than two days without feeling heartbroken. - Charles would honestly do so well as a single father if he ever becomes one. - He’s a huge fan of gentle parenting. He keeps his voice calm and talks his children through anger/sadness with patience. It’s important for him that his children feel seen and heard. - Charles is the type of father that’ll beat the SHIT out of anyone who messes with his baby. - He’ll play dress-up with his kids. If his children want him to be a princes… he’ll be a mf princess! ------ Sean - God… Sean as a father? The house will be burnt down immediately the first time he watches his kid(s) alone. - He’s the fun parent. He’s also the unsafe parent. He really doesn’t see anything wrong with bringing his 3yo with him on a robbery. “They had a blast, it was great!” - Let’s be real, Sean is more of a friend to his child than an actual parent. He’ll never reinforce any rules. He’s always down to clown. He’ll be your best buddy but he won’t help you with your homework. - It’s fine to give kids alcohol sometimes in his eyes. “Go on, you can have a sip of my beer. It’ll put some hair on your chest.” - If his child isn’t as bubbly or loud as him he’ll be a bit disappointed. If his child matches his energy he’ll be 10x worse. They’ll be working off of the same brain-cell. - Sean loves to dress his children up to look like him. He thinks it’s hilarious. He even calls his baby ‘Baby MacGuire’. “Hello there baby MacGuire.” “D’ju have a good day today little baby MacGuire?” “This is my wee baby MacGuire.” - He has dropped his baby on the head, probably more than once. He felt really bad about it. - He will make his kids do the “two children in a trench coat” thing to rob a store. He literally pisses himself laughing when it actually works. - Half of the gang will end up raising his child while he pops in sometimes to have fun outings with them. -Is he a good parent? Fuck no. But his children will LOVE him and I think they’ll always have a good relationship with him. - Sean has tried to get John to teach his kids how to swim. He doesn’t understand John can’t swim…. - He never forgets a birthday because he loves eating sweets with his kiddos but he WILL forget every other important event. ------ Kieran - I think Kieran would be a really good father! He’d never raise his voice. His punishments are very light, yet he’d make sure his children would know what they did wasn’t right. - He’s not great at socializing with his children, but he LOVES to listen to them. It fills him with so much happiness when his children confide in him. He doesn’t always know what to say but he’ll be there whenever they need him. - If he has a baby he’ll be so afraid of making any noises while the baby is sleeping. If he’s holding his baby as they sleep, Kieran refuses to move in case it wakes them. - He writes the names of his children on the tags of their clothes so they don’t get lost. - Kieran is a doormat for any teenage children. He hates disappointing or upsetting his child, so if he has a teenager who tests his boundaries that teen will win every time. - However, I think his children would love him more than anything. Even if they did do bad things to Kieran I think they’d feel guilty and wouldn’t do it again. - Piggy backing off of that – The best ‘punishment’ Kieran could give his kids is disappointment. If daddy Kieran is disappointed in you then you KNOW you fucked up. Because of this his children end up pretty well behaved. - All Duffy’s grow up around horses. He loves bringing his kids to the stables. Letting them pet and brush the horses. He holds them up so they can feed the horses treats. - He likes fishing even if he isn’t the greatest at it. He’ll take his children fishing or would let them work on arts and crafts while he fishes. - While most kids walk home from school, Kieran always waits outside for his kiddos so he can walk with them. - He always wishes his children “sweet dreams” before going to bed. Every. Single. Night. He’s never missed a night EVER. - I think Kieran would take his children to visit Ireland. Maybe to see his father’s extended family. - Holidays are very special in the Duffy household. Even if Kieran and his kids have to hand-make decorations he’ll do it! Anything to make their childhood special. - He takes special walks with his kids. During the autumn he’ll make his children catch a falling leaf each before they can go home. He hopes it helps them feel the magic of childhood. - Kieran is terrified his children would be orphaned like he was. Because of this he works long hours when he can. He saves up a decent chunk of money and hides it. Only his children know where it’s at and understand it’s only for emergencies. ------ Micah - God forbid Micah ever has a daughter. There is a chance he would decide to raise her as a boy BUT I honestly think he’d either kill her, make her a dumpster baby, or would pawn the child off on someone else. In the even that the child is raised by someone else Micah would probably visit once every six months and probably stick around until that child is old enough to ‘work’ for him. - If he had a son tho…. Micah Bell the IV. - He’s a very cold father. Nothing his child does will ever be good enough for him. Because of that his child would probably try to win his favor until they’re old enough to realize they’ll never have it. - “One day this empire of mine will be yours.” and he owns NOTHING! - Micah definitely has shaken his baby. He probably spanks them or whips them with a belt whenever they’re bad. - His children grow up to take care of him and do things for him. They do all the chores. If Micah needs a beer one of them always has to go get it. - If one of his children ever becomes attached to an animal (cat, dog, horse) he would shoot that animal dead to teach them a lesson. And that lesson is to ‘not be soft’ and ‘attachments are useless’. - He doesn’t do anything to take care of them. Child rearing is a woman’s job. Micah makes the money. He comes home expecting a hot meal then he fucks off. His children are probably relieved that he’s gone so much. - Once his oldest is in their late teens Micah would gift them one of his guns. He doesn’t love anything more than those guns so it’s symbolic of how much he does care for his child. Micah can’t love normally, nor does he know how to show it. His oldest will understand the weight of the gesture and it may even make that child feel indebted to him. - He’s the very old fashioned type that thinks he automatically should have respect from his children. - If no one is willing to take care of his children, every night would be “fend for yourself night” in the Bell household. He’d never lift a finger to cook for or take care of them.

[teabreakpancakes]

I saw you baker s/o and I want to request That but instead with Naib, Kurt, Emma, And mike!!!!

As Sweet As Your Pastries Naib, Kurt, Emma and Mike with a Baker S/O

Genre: Fluff

𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐁 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐑

he vaguely remembers his mother baking a few times

it brings a smile to his face to see you being so passionate about something

one time, you noticed him staring, so you decided to invite him, admittedly, he enjoyed a lot more than he expected though he won't admit it unless you ask him directly

Naib's calloused hands handled the piping bag clumsily, smearing the icing messily. His eyebrows furrow in concentration as he draws the whiskers on the cookie. Soft giggles erupt from the baker as they trace patterns and designs perfectly onto the two layer cake they're working on.

prefers eating over baking tho ^^;

he's gotten used to you bringing him treats before his matches though the others claimed it was "unfair" so he started eating them discreetly

your baking reminds him of home

he eats a LOT. even though he doesn't have an affinity for sweets due to the lack of such delicacies in his life before meeting you

Naib reached out for his second tray of cookies, still munching on the cupcake in his left hand. 'Where does all that food go?' the baker pondered, bewildered by the amount of food the merc ate, he never seemed to gain weight, in fact, he only seemed to bulk up even more. The baker poked his hard abdomen, blinking owlishly with an "Oh". Naib quirked an eyebrow, "Wha' ish i'?" he questioned with a mouthful of food. The baker shook their head with an amused smile, "It's nothing darling, do you like the cookies?" they redirected, brushing his hair away from his face.

𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊

he always reads a story to you over tea time

Today, Kurt was telling you all about a realm where fairies, golems and many other creatures resided. The calming ambience of the garden picnic made it a perfect time to relax. Kurt would stop ever so often to take a bite of one of the pastries he held in one of his hands.

sometimes, some of the crumbs land on his book but he doesn't care because the food came from you :D

he surprisingly has some knowledge about baking, he can bake decently by himself

The baker peered over the explorer's shoulder, eyes trained on the mixture Kurt was working on. "Wow.. you actually know how to bake—Oh! no offence of course, it's just that all the other survivors that attempted to created monstrosities that bordered the lines of being rubbish" they chuckled, rubbing their nape. The explorer smiled, shaking his head, "I learned a bit about the craft while growing up" he replied, a somber expression appearing on his face as he stared down in the bowl.

he enjoys designing the cake with mini sketches

some of your recipes were based on stories he'd tell you

you often make him his favorite snacks for when he's reading :D

he stares at you, wondering how the embodiment of his dreams fell right into his arms, especially when you look so at peace

he thinks your smile is as sweet as your pastries

𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒

she's always in awe of your abilities

she enjoys decorating she's a bit too much of a klutz for the other things, it never ends well

Emma sticks out her tongue slightly as she fills in the outline of a rose on the cookie. She grins proudly when she finishes the lovely looking rose, bestowing her creation before you on her outstretched hand. "Look darling! a rose for a lovely person like you!" she beamed. The baker giggled, their emotions showing through the rosy tint on their cheeks.

she hogs treats in matches she willingly takes hits just so she can taste them

after she messed up so many pastries, you stopped letting her bake

"Emma" the baker called out in a stern manner, the smile plastered on their face barely hiding the frustration and exasperation they were currently experiencing. "Would you mind explaining why my cookies and cupcakes are burnt?" they question, a threatening tone underlying their inquiry . The gardener backs away slightly, avoiding their piercing gaze. "U, Uhm, I may have baked them for a little too long—", "A little?" you interjected, your eyebrows twitching in irritation.

emma steals some of your treats for herself sometimes

emma has no favourites, she likes everything you make :D

you feed her some treats while she's tending to the garden

garden tea parties :D

𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍

mike admires your craft, you're so dedicated to it

he remembers pastries he'd occasionally taste but yours are definitely the best!

he asked if you could teach him how to help and ever since then, he's been helping: eating ehem, taste testing, mixing and getting the ingredients and tools and whatnot

he juggles the cookies before shooting them one by one into his mouth

The acrobat snags a few cookies in his hands, juggling them before you. "Hmm, what does this one taste like?~" he speaks with a lilt in his voice, almost teasing as he throws the cookie into his mouth. His eyes sparkle with delight, letting out a sound of recognition—"Dried blueberries! what a treat" he praises. The baker cups their mouth, unable to hold back the quiet giggles escaping their mouth. Mike always seemed to find a way to entertain you, one way or another.

he'll always mess around with you in the kitchen a little

flour fights!

A cheeky smile creeps up Mike's face as he gathers some of the flour on the table into his hand. "Dear, can you please hand me tha—eek! Mike!" the baker hollered as they were met with a fistful of flour. The white powder sinks into their locks and into their clothing. The baker's head is downcast as they scoop flour into their hands, "Two can play it that game!" they yell, throwing towards Mike.

he helps you bake so he can eat them right after

[cerberus-new-owner]

this will be counted as satans (very late) birthday post from me soooo

birthday dateee

cw idk man fluff, gn!mc, satan and mc's relationship can be whatever (preferably atleast friends or romantic partners but hey if you want some weird shit go ahead just don't tell me about it keep that to yourself for now buddy)

- cat cafe for breakfast who doesn't love the idea of playing with kittens and cats whilst eating (i know i do... when it's not my d-word of a cat, funny i wouldn't eat with my cat but i'll gladly eat in a cafe surrounded by random cats that've been touched by other people, then again eating with my cat was a war to get food into my mouth lol) anywaysss sweet food and drinks the place probably smells like fresh coffee and cat hair (and old milk but like the smell kittens have that doesn't smell like sour spoilt milk.. you guys know what i mean right?) and if theyre going to one that supports a good cause to get the cats adopted they're helping the cats and playing with them and its barely past breakfast

- an activity to do between breakfast and lunch walking through a park or going to places of deep meaning to the both of them like idk the place where mc landed right on top of him suddenly or a place that's just pretty in general something calm and soothing i feel would be best after breakfast llike maybe a hot spring, a park or something, somewhere that isn't too overly crowded and in both mc's and satan comfort zones

- lunchh, set up a picnic and have some home made stuff for lunch (new headcannon alert the picnic's probably packed by asmo will i expand on this probably)

- go to a library or a bookstore and let him talk about books who cares if they have a dinner reservation at 8 guess they're gonna have to be a few minutes late

- dinner at 8 we are going all out, secluded area in a restaurant (probably ristorane six idk how to spell it lol) to prevent any drama from other guests like possible karens or a drunken idiot (cough probably mammon cough) making a scene and stirring satan up

-sleepy times, curl up and read a book, he'll probably enjoy having his favourite human read to him for a bit even if its the middle of a book he hasn't read before he probably doesn't care he just enjoys listening to their voice

Kinda slowed down at the end there cause of the break i took but heres a satan post i did my best to edit it and make it just a little bit longer/better but oh well (yes i said i'd work on the marshmallow but this has been chilling in my notes for too long)

Anyways have a good day/night/marshmallow/s'mores

the way back to kansas (the masterlist) is this way

[lovelyokkotsu]

jjk boyfriend hcs !!3!::!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

first up is… megumi fushiguro :d!

such a silly lil guy :3

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

first meeting megumi 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪:

: ̗̀➛ if you’re a sorcerer, you’ve probably met him on a mission, or has been assigned to a mission with him.

: ̗̀➛ however if you aren’t a sorcerer, then he definitely has saved you from a curse spirit, or at calm places that megumi is fond of and visits often.

: ̗̀➛ if he’s really attracted to you, then at first he’s a little shy, not knowing if he should make the first move to talk to you, or just wait for you to notice him to spark up a conversation.

: ̗̀➛ some dialogue to help you imagine it <3:

- (you): “hello megumi..?? megumi fushiguro right? i’ve heard a lot about you from kugisaki and yuji. i never knew you loved going to these sort of places..? hm, how about we walk along that bridge over there? the setting looks so amazing with the sun setting..”

- (megumi): “oh…hi (you), i think i’ve ran into you before, but you probably don’t remember that since only i saw you, but you didn’t see me and i…….yes, we should get to know each other whilst walking, that seems pretty calming.”

: ̗̀➛ poor bookie is scared you’d find him weird if he rants to somebody he’s just met 😭

confessing <333! 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

: ̗̀➛ after practicing in the mirror a thousand times, megumi knew that today was the right time to spill out his feelings for you, without you feeling like you have to force them back out of pity. if you don’t return the same feelings, that’s completely fine, he’d never force you to <3

: ̗̀➛ once he’d texted you to meet up, the pressure is ON. mf would be sweating once you two meet 😭, but let him take his time !!

: ̗̀➛ “i..like you a lot. ever since my eyes landed on yours, my heart felt at ease yet it was beating so fast, thumping, and it all felt so amazing to me. nobody has ever made me feel this way except you..you, just you. i know this may be corny, but i may not live without you. i wanna know how your embrace feels like, your kisses, and espeically that gorgeous smile of yours. however, if you don’t like me the same way, that’s completely fine, i could never force it on a person like you. so..?”

: ̗̀➛ of course you say yes otherwise you wouldn’t be reading this 😒 and you don’t regret this decision!!

dates with megumi 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪:

: ̗̀➛ all of the dates you go on with him is the absolute best! you two take turns on picking where to go, but most of the time, he pretends that he already had his turn, just so you can have the choice of choosing where to go next <3!

: ̗̀➛ whether you’re more of a home date person, adventuring, or minimalist, whatever, he WILL AGREE.

: ̗̀➛ you’re not paying. simple. no argument.

: ̗̀➛ here’s some dates you’d go on!:

- theme parks!!

- restuarants!!

- paintball!!

- movie marathons!!

- laser tag!! (he got out immediately cause of his long ahh spikes peeking out of where he was hiding 😭

- picnics!!

- sightseeing!! (though it mostly gets interrupted, because gojo spies on you two.)

: ̗̀➛ in the end of your dates, he’d cuddle you to sleep if you guys went on a more adventurous date than most, and if not, and just stayed at home or had dinner outside, then he’d stay over to keep your lonely ahh company <3

megumi’s interests/hobbies 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪:

: ̗̀➛ he actually likes swimming, and goes underwater to relax, if he had a long day.

: ̗̀➛ as much as sweet foods are okay for him, he will always pick savoury.

: ̗̀➛ big meals that fill him up are better than anything else, so if you don’t know how to cook, well you better learn!!

: ̗̀➛ he’s a huge music enthusiast, listening to artists, such as chase atlantic, the weeknd, autumn!

: ̗̀➛ he also secretly listens to serani poji 🤫

: ̗̀➛ let’s be real, he’s a kpop stan.

: ̗̀➛ his fav groups would be twice, loona, enhypen, ateez, and txt!!

: ̗̀➛ when it comes to anime/manga, he normally doesn’t talk about it that much, or even so mention it especially in front of others, cough, cough, GOJO SATORU (we all know that gojo watches jjba for the poses and flashiness!)

: ̗̀➛ manga reader, and if you don’t shut down the conversation, he will slip out the manga plot 💀

: ̗̀➛ sometimes, he likes reading romance manhwas, knowing damn well he’ll never try the shit that the main lead/second lead does 😭

: ̗̀➛ a major insomniac!!

pet names 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪:

: ̗̀➛ tbh he wouldn’t really call you specific names, since your name is so dear to him.

: ̗̀➛ but occasionally, he’d call you baby, cutie, sweetheart.

: ̗̀➛ his favourite would have to be “my girl/boy/person.”

: ̗̀➛ because you’re obvi his duh!

cuddling positions 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪:

: ̗̀➛ he’s definitely big spoon, 100%!! that’s one of his favourite positions to cuddle, as he loves snuggling you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist, so you cannot escape at all..

: ̗̀➛ his ultimate favourite would have to be face to face embrace, because he gets such a clear view of your adorable sleeping face, or awake face, staring right back at him lovingly.

: ̗̀➛ he loves being close to you, so it’s a definite that he loves the burrito, as you two are literally wrapped together with the blankets :3!!

i think that’s it! lmk who’s next!! ੈ✩‧₊˚

[noxcheshire]

THIS WOULD PUT DANNY SO AT EASE

Because if the Wayne’s are chill with having a ghost butler wandering around and don’t even bat an eye to Alfred’s constant knowing, and capability of just being there at the right time no matter what, and his — obvious to Danny — ghostlyness (but to the Wayne’s “it’s just an Alfred thing”) then why wouldn’t they be okay with DANNY and all his ghostlyness?

So Danny is like: :D fellow ghost! We ghost together!

And just slips through the floorboards because it’s easier to get around the manor.

While the rest of the Wayne’s are like “Meta?? New brother??? Is also a meta??” and don’t even SAY anything either!! Because why would they?! They want Danny to feel comfortable at their home and with them. So if he feels comfortable enough to use his powers when he never did so at his old home, then that means Danny feels safe.

And no one SAYS anything, but Alfred knows because it’s a little hard to not notice that you’re dead when you go back to your room and there is your stiffing body underneath the covers, so of COURSE he’d know immediately that Danny is a ghost too. Or at least, Death touched enough to receive ghostly powers in a way that Jason couldn’t.

I also think Alfred would just be so very willing to just not say anything.

He’s just watching it all happen because it’s amusing, and because it’s not his secret to tell. That’s Danny’s choice if he wants to tell how he had died and returned to life. Perhaps it’s some form of ghost etiquette or instinct he feels to do so? Or maybe he does feel this toothpick of a teen deserves to have things go at his own pace for once, either way, Alfred will not be saying a word.

Angst coming through now

The way I wan’t that reveal coming through is either Danny gets mortally injured in a way that SHOULD have killed a living person. Or maybe he had died, really and truly, heart just stopped, but he just popped back up again like it was more of an inconvenience than actual pain (because being a Halfa that means for normal human methods he’s a LOT harder to kill permanently).

Or maybe one of them finds his body because of COURSE Danny would grab his decaying corpse that he hid in the back/side wall of the portal and took it with him. Of course he would bury his body on the land of the people he feels safe to be with, and who ‘accept’ the fact he is part ghost.

Or maybe more cracky fun point,

Danny always leaves at a certain point of the day to visit his grave (on his actual death day it’s a real, fancy suit and food, that he takes with him) because it’s just nice to lay out on the grass and see the proof of his death before him.

It’s almost calming and therapeutic, and eases a part of his ghost side to be there.

And when someone asks he’s like, “Oh I’m visiting my grave! If you want to come that’d be cool! 🥺” and then the Wayne’s have no choice but to come because Danny is giving those big blue puppy eyes filled with stars and now everyone is dressed up for a picnic at Danny’s grave.

Danny, vibing and happy to have so many people at his grave: 🥰

Alfred: what a beautiful grave, Master Danny. I’ll bring flowers for you next time.

Jason: …. This feels right somehow

The rest of the batfam: ….

You know what I haven’t seen in any Danny-joins-the-Batfam fics but I think would be really fun? Ghost Alfred.

He’s been so dedicated to maintaining Wayne Manor and supporting the Batfamily for so long that not even death could stop him.

There are a lot of options for how and when it happened, but I like to think he fell asleep in the Batcave, woke up the next morning to make tea and didn’t notice that he’d left his body behind.

Then Bruce brings a spooky teenager home and the kid introduces himself with “How do you do fellow ghost”

[palmcoast23]

Beautiful Beaches near Jupiter, FL

Introduction

Jupiter is home to several beautiful beaches, ranging from the private beach of Jonathan Dickinson State Park to the public Ocean Inlet Park. This guide will help you find the best places to spend your time on Jupiter's white sand.

Jupiter Beach

Jupiter Beach is a popular beach in Jupiter, Florida. It's one of the most popular beaches in the area and is a great place to go for swimming, sunbathing, and surfing. This beautiful beach is also ideal for people of all ages as it has facilities such as restrooms, lifeguards on duty, and picnic tables along its shoreline.

The waters off Jupiter Beach are calm enough for swimming but still offer plenty of waves for surfers who want something more exciting than flat water; however, if you're just starting out then don't be afraid to try out some beginner-friendly spots like South Beach Park (located just south from Jupiter) or Jensen Beach State Park(located about an hour north).

Juno Beach

Juno Beach is a town in Palm Beach County, Florida, United States. The population was 1,849 at the 2000 census. The town is named after Juno Beach, the site of the D-Day landings in 1944. The town's name is pronounced "June-o" Beach.

Juno Beach lies on State Road A1A between Boynton Beach and Delray Beach along the Atlantic Ocean. It includes some areas south of A1A such as Riviera Bay and Riviera Shores; these neighborhoods are part of unincorporated Palm Beach County but have Juno addresses (zip code 33408).

Jupiter Inlet Lighthouse Park

Jupiter Inlet Lighthouse Park is a beautiful beach located on Jupiter Island. The lighthouse itself is open to the public and offers breathtaking views of the Atlantic Ocean and Jupiter Inlet. This park features a beach, campground, picnic area, playground, and dock for fishing or boating in Jupiter Inlet. The park is open from 8 am-sunset every day except for Thanksgiving Day (November 22nd) and Christmas Day (December 25th).

Jonathan Dickinson State Park

Jonathan Dickinson State Park is a Florida State Park located in Martin County, Florida. The park includes the largest mangrove forest in Florida, as well as several other ecosystems such as hardwood hammocks, pine flatwoods, and coastal prairies. This makes it an excellent place for birding or paddling through the mangroves.

The park is named after Jonathan Dickinson, a preacher who was one of the first European settlers in the area; he arrived here by boat with his family and slaves on November 11th, 1769 after leaving New Jersey due to religious persecution from Quakers (who were against slavery).

Ocean Inlet Park

Ocean Inlet Park is a great place to swim, picnic, and grill. There are picnic tables, grills, restrooms, and plenty of parking. This park is located on Ocean Inlet Drive off Indiantown Rd near Jupiter Beach Park (also known as "Jupiter Beach").

Conclusion

There are so many beautiful beaches in the Jupiter area. We hope this list has helped you find the perfect one for your next trip!

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[levi-lover]

Snuggling with husband!levi 

T/W: fluff :)

A/N: should i make husband!levi into a little series? i’m thinking about it, I love when ppl have their little AUs...

the fourth in my “week of drabbles” challenge! the requirements: has to be over 500 words, posted before 10 pm PST and i can’t overthink it :D

✧　*　‧　⨯　. ⁺　.　★　.　*✧　*　‧　⨯ *　‧ ✧

You were wrapped up in the warm sheets. Your husband’s arm was draped over you. The bedroom was dark and quiet except for the pattering of raindrops echoing throughout the room. You snuggled closer into Levi’s chest. “Looks like our picnic is ruined, huh?” you whispered. 

He cleared his throat. “Yeah, Looks like it.” No one said anything for a while. You were a little disappointed in the weather but it was nice right now, laying down with Levi. He normally was up before you, getting breakfast and coffee ready. So you relished whenever he stayed in bed a little bit longer. 

His hand lingered over your body. The tips of his fingers were soft and gentle as he touched you. You sighed and closed your eyes. Levi looked out the window, watching the branches, covered in bright green sway in the wind. It wasn’t supposed to rain today and normally, he would be upset at the surprise but he felt oddly calm. He looked at you. He thought you looked so cute wrapped in the blankets. 

“What do you want to do today?” he asked you. 

You crinkled your nose and pretended to think hard about his question. “Can we stay like this for a while?” 

“Of course, love.” Levi kissed your forehead and rested his chin on top of your head. You laid your head on his chest, feeling his heart beat slowly. You peeked up at him, there was a little smile on his face and blush tinting his cheeks. “Tsk, stop staring at me.” 

“Am I not allowed to look at my beautiful husband anymore?” You said dramatically. 

“No,” he deadpanned, trying to hold back his smile.

“After years of marriage and this is how you treat your loving wife,” you pouted. Levi opened one eye to see you looking at him with wide eyes and a frown. Before you knew it, Levi had you caged under him, your arms pinned above you. He peppered your face with kisses until he landed on your lips. Levi was so warm and careful with you, kissing you languidly, entering his tongue into your mouth, lapping on your tongue. 

He pulled away and rested his forehead on yours. “Is that better?” 

“Much better.” 

Levi released your arms so he could caress your face. His thumb ran along your cheek and the bridge of your nose. Your hands tangled themselves in his hair, scratching his soft undercut. “I love you, Levi.” 

He took your hand and kissed your palm, whispering, “I love you too,” against your skin. 

The room brightened as the clouds drifted away, letting the sun pour through the window. Levi glanced back at the window. “Maybe we’ll be able to go on that picnic.” 

You pulled him closer and kissed his cheek. “What if the grass is wet, Levi. We should just stay in bed all day.”

He chuckled. “Is that what my wife wants?”

You batted your eyes and nodded. You looked so sweet, how could he deny your request. “Then we’ll stay here all day.”

[moons-cozy-corner]

Broken Heart

Inspired by this post by @stoic-whumpee

Thankyou for giving me permission to write this, I saw your prompt and this immediately popped into my silly little brain.

TW: medical equipment/setting, panic, restraints

Word count: 470

“Stay still now, dear.” Villain did exactly the opposite, uselessly yanking at the straps that held them down to the cold metal table. All they could smell was rubbing alcohol and latex; it was suffocating.

Screaming was no use either. Hero had already made it clear that nobody could hear them. Nobody that cared, anyways. Still, it was all they could do, cry and scream and struggle and try, even if only to comfort themself that they hadn't given up without a fight.

Hero brought a hand up to their face, cupping it before wiping tears away with their thumb. The gesture was gentle, almost calming, but still their heart raced. Villain knew that those same hands would soon be covered in blood. They let out a muffled please, barely audible through the gag tied around their head, and they swore they saw Hero's expression melt. Or maybe it was just the unrelenting flow of tears.

Hero continued to rub circles into Villains cheek, softly smiling down at them. “I’ll let you speak until I sedate you. Don’t scream, okay?” Villain nodded, and the gag was untied from their mouth.

“Please, please Hero, please,” they gasped. They could feel their throat closing in on itself, their chest burning as they continued to sob and beg. “I promise, I’m alright. I- I d-don’t need… I don’t need a new heart. I’m over it, really! I'm fine! I don’t need- pl-please, Hero. I’m- I’m scared!”

“Aww, honey,” Hero cooed, turning from the anesthetic machine and reaching for their face, rubbing circles into Villains cheek. “I know. But you will feel so much better.” Hero carded a hand through their hair, brushing it away from their face, sticky with sweat. When they pulled their hands away and reached for their gloves, that’s when Villain really screamed, as loud as they ever had in their life. Their voice cracked and broke, it hurt, but it didn’t matter. Not when Hero was about to carve into them.

A gloved hand landed on the center of Villains bare chest, making them go tense, holding their breath. They felt their gut twisting around inside of them. They met Hero’s gaze, smiling as if they were on a picnic. “When we’re done, your healing process can begin. Then, you can finally be mine, and I can make sure they’ll never hurt you ever again.”

Hero brought the mask up to Villain's face, strapping it around their head. They held their breath for as long as they could, their chest tightening when they realized that it was really happening. They were going to die, surely. They looked pleadingly up at Hero as the edges of their vision ran dark, and the last thing they saw before they fell unconscious was the hero, scalpel in hand, smiling down at them.

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[stagbells]

Written Work

From: @pollyannam3

To: @teeteekaa

Note: "What's up Tea! Hope you're having a stellar summer so far! So glad to have you as my giftee this go around, cause you're so dang cool :-D!! You enjoy this and I hope it blesses you to beat the heat as well as these five are!"

Written Work under readmore

The blue lake…A very calm, serene area that was one of the best tranquil places in all of Hallownest. It was the perfect place to have a picnic or just a day by the water. 

Dryya fluffed down her skirt and sat on a blanket, watching Isma wade around in the sand. She and Ogrim were already dead set on creating the ultimate sandcastle.

Ze’mer was sitting by the water, gently touching at times to see if it would get any warmer. It didn’t. It was a vicious cycle she trapped herself in. 

Hegemol was straight in the water, armor left behind for a pool floaty. The menderbug spun lazily around in it, having a blast before just drifting off to sleep.

“Ah. This is truly peaceful. I could just…sit here. And do nothing. At all. Fantastic.” Dryya said, the last part feeling sarcastic. She adjusted her legs, trying to get in the most comfortable position.

She sighed, curling them up and holding them to her chest. She watched the others for some form of stimuli.

Ogrim and Isma! They had to be doing something funny! 

“So…should I dig a moat?” Ogrim asked for the fifth time. Isma tossed some water onto the sand, shaping a pillar. “Do we not have enough moats?” She asked, gesturing to the couple of moats Ogrim had already dug.

“We can never have enough digging! Moats are important!” 

“If you want to dig, just dig then.” 

“One more moat!” Ogrim decided, sticking his claw in the sand and dragging it along to make another circle around the base of their castle. “When you finish that, we can collect some of these shells and decorate the castle with them!” Isma said as he walked the area one more time. The moat flowed with a bit more water and Ogrim smiled on it! 

They both made the mound into a square shape, beaming as their castle blossomed into the land of their dreams!

Dryya hummed, wondering if she should join in on the building process or if they had it. It would be fun and distracting! She just wasn’t sure.

Maybe she could join Ze’mer in the water when she eventually got in. She began to observe her instead.

Ze’mer continued to dip her hand into the water, whining at the temperature again. 

“Hegemol! How did le’mer get into the waves without such a shock! Give your secrets.” She called, waving to him. Hegemol looked up, antennae lightly dipping in the water. “You just have to go for it! Take the shock and you’ll adjust!” 

Ze’mer groaned, touching the water again. “Is…that true? Le’mer is simply floating rather than being submerged.” 

“Here.” Hegemol waved to her. “I’ll dunk myself in the water at the same time you jump in. Then we’ll both be cold, okay?” 

Ze’mer hummed. “Can che trust in that?”

“Of course! We’ll go on three!” Hegemol put his hands on the side of the floaty.

“One…” Hegemol started the count. Ze’mer braced herself.

“Two…” Hegemol held his floaty tighter and Ze’mer shifted in the sand.

“THREE!”

With a “hyup!” Ze’mer jumped into the water with a large splash! Hegemol tried to flip himself into the water, but he didn’t move! He remained dry in the water but kept trying to flip himself over. “Oh no oh no-” He thought as Ze’mer surfaced, not looking pleased.

“Ah!! Waiiii, it’s frigid- it’s!” She looked up and saw Hegemol still not in the water. “Oh NYM’LIES!!” 

Hegemol waved his hands. “No no, Ze’mer I’m sorry- I couldn't flip, I- AGH!” Hegemol yelped as Ze’mer sent a massive splash Hegemol’s way, knocking him out of the floaty and into the water. “Waaah!!” Ze’mer cried, continuing to splash him when he surfaced. 

“Aaaa!!” Hegemol laughed, apologizing over and over. They splashed back and forth as Hegemol tried to grab his floaty again. Eventually, Ze’mer’s splashing calmed down and she floated by Hegemol. “...Le’mer was incredibly correct. Che’s adjusted just fine. This water is nice!” Ze’mer’s antennae, despite being wet, perked right up.

Hegemol flopped into his floaty and gave her a thumbs up. Ze’mer chuckled, splashing at him again to send him spinning around upside down. 

“Ze’mer!” He yelped as he went around and around, Ze’mer just happily swimming around him to make him go faster.

Dryya hummed. Swimming with Ze’mer and Hegemol could be fun too…but she’d have to leave the nice towel…and the sand is quite warm. The slight breeze is nice where she is.

She saw that Ogrim had finished construction on the last moat, and he and Isma were working on making the tallest tower they could now.

She saw that Hegemol was able to get himself to a proper sitting position to splash Ze’mer back.

She saw that Isma was poking holes in the tower to make windows and Ogrim tried to do the same but his claws were far too large.

She saw that Ze’mer could float perfectly on her back, using that to swim past Hegemol and splash his back instead of his front.

What did Dryya want to do?? She closed her eyes, trying to find the solution. She rarely got to relax so relaxing was difficult! She didn't even have to choose between the two groups, she could just lay down and sleep! But she didn't want to sleep!

Had she been just staring at her friends this entire time? 

Dryya sighed, she knew she was being ridiculous.  They’re just having fun! If she just relaxed she wouldn't be bored and maybe she could sleep a little. Just a little nap…it won't hurt anything anyway!

She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Okay, just this once…” She whispered. “I'm taking a nap!"

She put her hands behind her neck and laid down. She breathed deeply once more and tried to allow herself to drift.

Her mind filled with muted quiet, and all she focused on was the sound of an exhale.

Peaceful. It really was peaceful. 

She could get used to this…

This tranquility lasted all of…three minutes. Three amazing minutes interrupted by…

“Oh, okay Hegemol! Here I come, haha!!” Before the sound of a massive CRASH! Filled the air.

Before Dryya could even open her eyes to process that sentence, a wave of water careened on top of her!

“AGH!!” She tried to shield herself but it was too late, she and her blanket were already soaked.

Dryya sat up and saw Ogrim resurface in the water. Isma looked at her in concern, as she looked pissed.

Glaring at Ogrim, Dryya removed a shell that had become stuck to her horns and stood up. 

“Hey, Ogrim! Big guy!” She crossed her arms as Ogrim started floating. “Yes, my dear friend?” Ogrim asked, almost innocently. 

Dryya ran from her ruined blanket towards the lake. She jumped onto Ogrim and they both started roughhousing in the water! Ogrim laughed as he threw Dryya into the water, but she simply swam up to grab his horns. They were safe about it, but Dryya did want to dunk him in the water for vengeance.

Isma, now abandoned at her sand castle, sighed. She put down the sand and rinsed her feet in the water before leaping in too.

Someone had to break up the fight…so she could take over and win! The five of them caused the tranquil waves of the city’s rain to rush around, and it truly made each of their days by the end of it.

One grain of sand and splash at a time.

[dracowars]

Hi could you write something where the reader is on the place of Hermione on the manor during DH1. And Narcissa sees her memories and finds out she's with Draco and how happy he looks with her. Happy ending please🥺 also Hufflepuff reader

daffodil | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x hufflepuff!reader

word count: 2,3k

summary: where narcissa is y/n's last hope

a/n: rip helen mccrory <3

warnings: angst, torture, mentions of blood

universe: harry potter

Trying to suppress your tears, you have to helplessly watch as your close friends Harry, Ron and Hermione are pushed away from the large, dark room to the basement, leaving you alone. Not actually alone, but in the sense of everyone who remains in this room now, will not help you out of here. It all began so well and was going smoothly.

Your plan was almost perfect, it should not have failed. Nevertheless, you were caught by Death Eaters and taken to Malfoy Manor, the mansion of the Malfoy family, which ironically also includes your boyfriend. Draco, of course, did not know about your plan, otherwise he might have accidentally given something away. You wanted to tell him, but you could not bring yourself to do it. You did not want to disappoint your friends and risk your plan. Anyway, it seems like Draco does not know what his own family is up to either.

“So, you are the pathetic little Hufflepuff girl who sniffed around in my dungeon in Gringotts and stole, huh?”, Bellatrix directs her sharp words at you after she made sure that her sister safely locked your friends in the cellar. “Speak!”

“I do not know what you are talking about”, you lie to her, your whole body visibly shaking in fear. You have heard numerous stories about Bellatrix Lestrange, and one was worse than the other. She is merciless and will not stop until she gets what she wants and that is exactly why you are not quite sure yourself why you suddenly have the audacity to lie directly into her face in this moment when it is obvious that you definitely know what she is talking about.

“Do not lie to me, you cheeky brat! How did you get my sword!?”, she furiously screams at you all of a sudden, anger in her eyes, making you shrink back a little. With her crazy sparkling eyes, she takes another step towards you until you retreated so far back against the wall that you have no way out, no way to escape her.

Before you can answer, however, you already feel the tip of her wand against your throat and you have to swallow hard as she drills it deeper, an insane smile on her pale lips.

“Well, if you do not want to speak, I will gladly force you to speak”, she giggles wickedly and before you know it, she harshly grabs you by the arm and forces you onto the cold wooden floor. You can intercept your fall with your hands in the last moment. Scared, you turn around to face her, your gaze falling on Narcissa, who watches the scene unfold in front of her without a word, just like her husband.

Nobody in Draco’s family knows about your relationship and so far, it has always been better that way. Even so, you do not come around wondering what if they did know about it right now. What if his mother knew about your undying love for each other? What if you would tell her right here, right now that you were the one who was always on her son’s side when he felt bad, that you cheered him up in his darkest times and supported him when no one else did. You were with him after he was declared a Death Eater and you were there when he decided against murdering your headmaster. You were there for him all this time when his family was not.

You can’t continue your thoughts when Bellatrix suddenly kicks you in the abdomen and you softly groan in pain, curling up on the floor.

“I will not ask you a second time: Where did you get the Gryffindor sword from?”, Bellatrix interrogates you again and harshly turns you on your back with her foot, using all her strength to prevent you from moving. Slowly she makes it hard for you to breathe and you desperately try to free yourself from her grip – without any success.

Since you still have not answered her question, she ends up pointing her wand at you threateningly again and before you even have the chance to admit anything, she puts an unforgivable curse on you.

“Crucio!”

Your body writhes in pain on the floor, screams escaping your mouth louder and stronger every second. You try to defy the curse, but you are too weak and can’t defend yourself, having to suffer the worst pain you have ever felt in your entire life.

And despite all of this, your thoughts go back to Draco. His smiling face appears in your mind and his gentle laughter echoes in your ears.

“D-Draco”, you gasp in pain and suddenly all of the pain disappears at once. Bellatrix has now lowered her wand and looks at you in confusion. But not only does she, but Draco’s parents as well.

“I did not ask about Draco!”, Bellatrix freaks out again in a matter of seconds and finally crawls over your weakened body, your faces so close to each other that you can feel her breath on your skin. “You have played enough games.”

At her words, you feel this unendurable pain again, but this time it feels different. It does not come from within you, you can still feel your body as a whole, and it feels a lot more realistic until you suddenly feel her rip open your arm with a sharp dagger inch by inch. Screeching in pain, you try to throw her off you, but she presses you onto the hard ground with all of her might and strength.

Exhausted, your head falls to one side, your body twitching at every painful touch on your arm. Tears flow down your already damp cheeks and you look at Draco’s mother through your blurry vision. She has averted her gaze from the terrible scenario.

“D-Draco.. I-“, you stutter out, the feeling of weightlessness from being on the verge of passing out obfuscating your words and thoughts. Still, you know that there is only one last chance that may get you out of here alive, even though you may regret it in the end.

“I love him”, you cry out in a heartbreaking voice which Bellatrix does not seem to mind at all. Narcissa, however, lifts her head in an instant and looks directly at you, her eyes full of sadness as far as you can tell by your restricted vision. Your eyelids are getting heavier by the second and just when you are about to pass out completely, you notice how Narcissa finally comes closer and thus puts an abrupt end to your unbearable pain.

“Legilmens”, her soft broken voice whispers and the world around you begins to spin, to transform.

And suddenly you are peacefully lying in a bed that is all too familiar to you, your gaze focused on the door that is opening at this very moment, revealing none other than Draco himself. You feel strange, weird, as if you have experienced all of this before. As soon as Draco enters the room with his head hanging low, you uncontrollably run into his arms. You speak to him with calming words until everything starts blurring in front of your eyes and you find yourself in a different place.

You are in a flooded bathroom, a slim and fragile figure trembling from crying from the bitter sobs at the sink in front of you.

“Draco”, you hear your own voice softly speak up and he jolts, turning around to you, his eyes red and swollen, his face completely dejected. Not another second goes by and you lie in his arms again, comforting him.

“I can’t do this anymore, Y/N. It hurts so much”, Draco’s echoing sobs ring in your ear as he rolls up the sleeve of his white shirt, revealing the Dark Mark. “Please help me.”

However, you are not able to help him because you are forcibly torn away from the moment again and land in a large, wide meadow of flowers. Warmth created by the burning sunlight flows through you and the exclamation of your name from the distance brings a happy smile to your face immediately. Not far from you Draco runs up the hill towards you, a smile as bright and wide as yours decorating his beautiful facial features. Quickly, you get up from the soft picnic blanket that you have placed in the meadow and greet him with a firm hug.

The next moment, you lie on the blanket, hugging and looking up at the clear starry sky after the sun has already set hours ago. Draco repeatedly points to different shining stars which form a constellation, telling you everything he learned in astronomy, while you can’t take your eyes off him.

When he finally notices your gaze, he turns his head towards you so that the tips of your nose are almost touching. Neither of you say a word and you just stare into each other’s eyes lovingly.

“I love you”, your voice carefully confesses and your heart hammers against your chest.

“I love you too”, Draco replies, connecting your lips in a gentle kiss.

The safe and happy feeling suddenly gets teared away from you and you find yourself back in the dark room of the Malfoy Manor. Shocked and not so sure about what has just happened, you straighten up. Only now do you realize that Bellatrix had let go of you in the meantime and is now looking down at you with widened eyes, standing closely behind her sister.

It hits you like a train when you realize that Narcissa has just used Legilimency on you, which caused you to be subjected to a rapid succession of passing memory scenes and in some cases even made you briefly lose consciousness. Thus, not only your expressed thoughts or perceptible feelings were revealed to her, but also your hidden feelings and experiences as well as your most secret desires.

An extremely uncomfortable silence arises in the room while all eyes are on you and only you. Lucius and Bellatrix seem rather angry at something, with Narcissa looking at you with pity and sadness.

“Take my hand”, Narcissa breaks the silence first, but because of her words you only look at her in confusion when she extends her hand to you. Looking back and forth between her outstretched hand and her face, for some inexplicable reason, you realize that she actually wants to help you.

As soon as your hands touch, everything around you blurs again and the next thing you know everything goes black. You feel pressure on your body from all directions and you find it difficult to breathe until everything around you takes on its usual color again, allowing you to breathe in deeply.

You feel the ground beneath your feet and notice that you are standing upright. And you notice that your and Narcissa’s hand are still connected. Startled, you pull your hand out of her grasp and look around.

“Where did you take me?!”, you angrily ask her, the place where you are now not seeming familiar to you and the fact that she just kidnapped you after invading your privacy makes you feel even more confused.

“To safety”, Narcissa replies shortly and it seems she wants to add something when her gaze suddenly slides past you, to something hat has now apparently appeared behind you.

“Mum?”

“Draco?”, you breathe out in relief when you hear his voice behind you and immediately turn around to him. Tears well up in your eyes and you run into Draco’s arms at lightning speed, but Draco seems to be quite perplexed. After all, he does not know what happened.

“W-What?”, he tries to form meaningful words while still not returning your hug, standing there rigid and tense.

“She knows about us”, you whisper in his ear while sobbing and his posture relaxes from one second to the other and he wraps his arms tightly around your trembling body without hesitation, his face disappearing in the crook of your neck.

“What happened?”, Draco asks you worried as he gently loosens the hug and takes your face between in his hands, not understanding why you are crying. With a shake of your head, you indicate that you do not want to talk about it and he understands, giving you the space you need, before his gaze falls back on his mother, who is watching you two silently.

“I am sorry”, Narcissa finally clears her throat, causing you to look at her as well. Tears have now also formed in her eyes, but her lips are adorned by a gentle smile as she looks at you. “It should never have come to this.”

“Why did you do that? Why did you help me?”, you want to know and step closer to her, your hand intertwined with Draco’s.

“I was inside of your head and saw all of your memories”, she explains and while she nervously plays with the long black sleeves of her beautiful dress, she looks up from the ground again. “I have seen how happy you make my son. I could not let them harm you or it would break him. You- You are too important to Draco.”

You are speechless at her words and Draco seems pretty stunned by what his mother said as well. Before either of you can comment on it though, she speaks up again.

“I will make sure that your friends get free”, she adds, letting her inner conflict reflect in her soft voice. “Stay with Draco. You are safe here until I have clarified everything. I will come back.”

“Mum-“

“I promise you that everything will be fine”, she gently smile at him, giving both of you a loving hug, before she disapparates into thin air and probably reappears where she has just saved your life moments ago.

[simluvbot]

Enhypen’s reaction to when you punch a guy (hyung line)

a/n: this was a request ! I said I could upload this a few days ago but due to it being my birthday and it currently being exam week I didn’t have the time to edit this so that’s why I uploaded without proofreading at first TT // ok I finished editing 😁 Jake and sunghoon’s one is so bad don’t read it pls sorry

Although as this fic includes violence I only wrote for hyung like members and not maknae line, I hope you understand

Warnings: descriptions of physical violence (punching), mentions of being in a crowd, mentions of wanting to harm others (thoughts)

+ note: this is a work of fiction and in no way am I encouraging violence ! I wrote this in a way that I thought would match the member’s personalities although this is definitely not a true depiction of the enhypen members ^^

Lee heeseung

You and heeseung had been in the library studying together for your exams, and although you both had luckily reserved a secluded spot in the library that was both quiet and spacious for your revision, it wasn’t soon before some inconsiderate assholes had decided to occupy your desk too.

There were only two of them, yet they still managed to take up over half of the table whereas you and heeseung only had one small portion to yourselves

Plus they were very noisy, and the only librarian being on the seconf floor didnt help either  😐

You and your boyfriend had both made several attempts to sheepishly ask them if they could please quieten down before the librarian came back and kicked them out and more importantly so you mad heeseung could focus ??

But they simply ignored you, paying attention to the… online games ?? They had came to the library to play???

You were starting to get very annoyed, but decided to bite your tongue and instead have you and heeseung focus on your work

But it was when one of them spilt their coffee on heeseung’s expensive   textbook and even laugh afterwards which is what you decided that you finally had it

You don’t know how it happened, but soon you were standing up and landed a solid punch on the guy’s face

Heeseung was really shocked, just as much as you at your brash movements

And he would be even more concerned for you when he sees the person you punched egret aggressive to you and start getting close in your face.

“Hey man, that’s enough.” Despite heeseung’s shock, it didn’t take him longer than second before he stood up and grabbed at the man’s arm easily after he got up close you you intimidatingly, heeseung’s strong grip preventing the stranger from hitting you back and you swear you’ve never heard heeseung’s voice so deep and authoritative before as he told the man to sit down and focus on his stupid game

Due to your own surprise at your actions, you barely payed attention to what was going on as heeseung had a polite (on his end..) whisper-argument with the two guys, packing his things up as well as yours before grabbing your hand and safely leading you out of the library

You two ended up going home where he cleaned at your busted knuckles gently, sad at the fact that you got hurt and overall bummed out at two guys who got you so worked up and that his go-to textbook got ruined ):

“Baby, why did you do that, Hm? We could have just left to another place. You could have gotten hurt if they fought back!”

More than anything, your boyfriend was upset at the idea of you potentially getting more than just a few cuts and bruises on your knuckles, and so you promised heeseung right then and there that you wouldn’t do it again

After both of you got changed into your pyjamas, you and heeseung had set up your own study area in the dining room table, where you both continued with your study session for the rest of the day, with lots of cuddles afterwards as a reward!

Park Jongseong

You and jay were walking back home and it was already dark outside as you were both walking through the streets.

Approaching a heavily crowded place outside a club which included several people under the influences, it was pretty hard for you both to squeeze through the crowd as you were walking past.

They literally were spilling onto the road.. :/

“Jay.” You gasped when you lost hold of his hand on yours, leaving you in the idle of the crowd alone. There were so many bodies around you and as you got quickly pushed to against a wall from the movements of the people you found it hard to make your way through the people who were much taller than you.

You were starting to get anxious and when someone came directly in front of you, literally ignoring you asking for them to move and plainly blocking you for no reason you started to get frustrated, adrenaline in your veins as you lost your boyfriend and wanted to get out asap before you started fo panic.

You had asked the person to please move out of the way so you could pass through and they even had the audacity to look at you and make eye contact — only to simply ignore you when you asked for the nth time for them to scoot.

So, with your anxiety peaking and frustration soaring, you punched them hard on their face as soon as they turned around, and when they went stumbling backwards you finally had enough space to escape from your trapped position against the wall.

Jay had finally found you and was right there a few steps in front of you, and you were almost reaching him when a hand pulled you back suddenly, slamming you against the wall aggressively and leading you to hit your head hard.

Jay saw the whole thing. and he was livid

He shouted at the guy and grabbed his hands in his, pushing him so he was off of you once again. Jay was so angry he literally thought he could see red. How dare a man not just refuse to let someone obviously distressed through, but to touch you and hurt you?

You had to calm him down and urged hin for you both to leave before the stranger started getting aggressive because he was already shouting at you both and some heads were turning 😟

He eventually listened to you when he saw your glossed eyes and you clutching at your aching knuckles, so gently grabbing your unhurt hand in his he swiftly led you both away from the crowd in less than a minute, face fallen and heart aching ah ):

“Hey, let me look at you. are you okay? Did that bastard hurt you a lot?”

You could tell he was still so agitated with what happened, checking at your bruised knuckles and looking a the back of your head that was starting to form a lump from the force of being pushed against the wall earlier.

“I’m so sorry, I should have held tighter. I should have brought some security guards with us today.”

You had to tell him it was okay and you defended yourself and the guy was just a jerk and can’t hurt you anymore.

Jay was still so sad at the fact that you got hurt all because he let you go accidentally for one second ): seeing you so anxious and literally in pain made him feel so bad.

He showered you in many kisses once you both got home and you had a relaxing bath together, as well as helping treat your bruise , promising for this to never happen again 🥺

Sim jaeyun

You were hanging out with your old classmates as a reunion and it was getting close to the time where Jake had said he would pick you up to take you home.

Your classmates had asked you if you had a partner and when you told them that you did, they all got instantly curious.

You of course got so excited and was ecstatic to flaunt off your talented and handsome boyfriend to them :D

So you showed them a picture of Jake, however the reaction that you were met with was not what you were expecting.

Your classmates were silent for a few moments as they looked at the photo, before one of them eventually asked,

“Oh, so that’s the guy you’re dating?”

You could see two of them exchange glances for a reason you could not possibly fathom and your heart fell to your stomach when you saw them stifing their laughter.

“What?” You asked, frowning as you looked at the photo you showed them on your phone. What was wrong with the photo?

“Oh.. nothing it’s just.. well.. he just doesn’t look like the best option..”

“It’s pretty cute actually. Of course you would end up with a guy that looks like he matches you in social level.. he’s probably a loser.”

You were so confused and the comments kept coming as they talked amongst themselves, openly criticising Jake for no reason.

You gotta admit, you never were the closest my with your classmates in the first place but still decided to agree to the meet-up for old times’ sake.

You could put up with their side glances towards you ever since you arrived because you barely cared, but when they dared talk about your boyfriend like that??

You were so angry you felt yourself almost shaking.

“Hey.” You said, standing up abruptly from your seat on the picnic table at the park you guys were hanging out at.

“Why are you insulting my boyfriend like that. What is wrong with you?”

Once again, they simply laughed in your face, seeming to think of your reaction as hilarious.

You were gonna start crying soon because the rage boiling up inside of you was reaching to the point that you were finding it hard to contain it and breathe deeply to keep calm and not cause a scene.

But they kept insulting Jake, liking watching you get angry under their gazes.

One of your classmates in particular kept offering comments, too many and you had enough - you snapped.

You punched them square in the face.

And you had done so just when you noticed Jake exiting his car right outside of the park, when it was obvious that he saw you.

You didn’t care, and in fact you started laughing almost hysterically in front of your classmates at their shocked expressions.

You were in tears because the person you punched started having a nosebleed… to you it was hilarious and you were in your own world trying to catch your breath from laughing so much until you heard your name being called.

“Y/n.” Jake said worriedly, finally reaching yoy and placing a hand on your shoulder.

He led you to his car, and after you both left and as you sat silently in the passenger seat having calmed down, you were staring to feel awkward with all the little glances Jake threw towards you ever so often.

He didn’t ask or push, instead just remaining silent and gripping at your hand you had punched your classmate with, thumb swirling over your red knuckles as he stared down at them with a bothered expression.

“Sorry.” You finally said, giving him a sheepish smile. “They just kept talking so badly about you when they found out I had a boyfriend.. I couldn’t resist.”

Jake if anything was a bit disappointed that you had reacted violently, and he was silent for a few seconds as he sat unknowing of what to say, frowning and licking his lips like a confused puppy trying to work out a solution.

“Please just don’t do it again. Violence is never okay, you should have just left. I don’t want my y/nnie getting hurt or getting into fights because of me, okay?”

You both drove back and cuddled a lot on the sofa, and Jake made sure to give your knuckles several kisses, his heart aching with the memory of what happened );

Park Sunghoon

“Ha, if it isn’t the ugly y/n.”

You bit your lip as you heard the familiar laugh of the rink bullies behind you, plainly mocking you.

“Still friends with that weirdo, park sunghoon?”

Ever since the members in the same extracurricular figure skating club had found out you were friends with sunghoon, the ice boy that they liked to torment for reasons forever unknown to you, you had soon too fallen victim to their evil teasing.

“I told you to stop making fun of sunghoon like that.” You said plainly, sighing as you sat down on a bench to undo your skates.

The group members laughed and would just not leave you alone, even going as far as sitting next to you and entering your personal space by constantly poking at your sides sharply.

And you swear to god the temptation of slashing open their faces with the bottom of your skates was very tempting—

But no, you had told sunghoon that you would meet him at the entrance of the rink to walk home together after your individual practices; and you were already running late.

“Where you going? To go see sunghoon? Huh? Go tell him that we messed with his skates so he fails in the competition.”

Your hands froze as you were tying your converses. You looked up, meeting the leader’s gaze.

“What?” You had enough. You could never understand why they had sunghoon as their punching bag. Sunghoon was used to it, not one to start arguments and the type to only keep to himself when things like this happen.

You just went along with it and followed his lead in ignoring your other club members, but them going this far to try to sabotage the performance sunghoon had been training months for? You had enough of simply doing nothing in retaliation to their bullying.

Standing up abruptly, they stood back at youe sudden movement, but not quick enough for being able to dodge the punch you swung directly on the nose of the nearest one in front of you.

“Y/n?”

Looking over to the doorframe of the changing room — there was park sunghoon.

“Sunghoon.” You said in shock, glancing over towards the group in front of you as they started guffawing at the sides of the person you punched

“Sorry, I got caught up with-“

You were just making your way speedily over towards hoon when you were pulled back by the wrist painfully.

You gasped when the force that you were let go of led you to be flung over to one side and practically topple onto the sticky matte floor.

Wincing as you landed on your wrist, you hissed at the fresh pain and the loud crack that came with it.

It was silent as everyone paused, having heard your wrist snapping as much as you had felt the pain of it.

“Y/n!” Sunghoon was at your side in an instant, pushing his way cut though the others standing around you in shock.

His pretty face was frowned with worry, eyes wide as he came in front of you, assessing your wrist without touching it.

“Let’s get out of here.” He scooped you up, and if you weren’t busy trying to breathe in and out deeply to calm yourself down after your injury, you would have been surprised at the skate bullies making space for a clear path Sunghoon to carry you through.

From all your time of knowing the talented ice boy, your skating partner and friend — you had never really seen him show much emotion apart from the small smiles and laughs he gave only to you. His long legs were able to stride quickly to a bench outside as he called an ambulance for you, a distressed expression as he meticulously cared towards you.

And gee if you breaking your wrist didn’t hurt like hell, but after all, did you regret that day? No. You finally were able to stand up to the bullies for the first time, and even more importantly — that moment had started the beginning of a new chapter for you and Sunghoon.

[greenshirtimagines]

Tamaki x Painter!Reader

A/n: I absolutely suck when it comes to art but I got this idea and couldn’t stop myself. I also imagine the painting to be like something you would see in Red Swan (the 1st op for Aot s3)

Fem!Reader

(Masterlist)

Word Count: 1.4k

“I love you.”

Three short words that held a world of significance.

And you were dying to say them.

Tamaki and you had known each other since middle school, and had started dating almost half a year ago. But despite your history together, and the endless support from Mirio and Nejire, you were too shy to admit how much you really cared for him.

Even if you had loved him for years.

You glanced over at Tamaki, once again wondering how he would react to your confession.

The two of you were currently having a picnic at the park near UA together, Mirio and Nejire having suddenly bailed at the meeting time, offering up random excuses that made no sense when put together.

It shouldn’t have been awkward in the slightest, after all, before you were a couple you had been friends.

But you felt tense as you couldn’t think of anything but those three words, wondering when would be the appropriate time to say it and fearing the outcome.

“Huh?” Tamaki’s little utter of surprise broke you from your thoughts.

You looked questioningly over at him, only to see a small purple butterfly landing on his finger. He looked at it in wonder, a small smile growing on his face as he lifted his hand closer to his face, his eyes tracing over every line and pattern on its wings.

‘Woah…’

It was magnificent. Not just the butterfly, but Tamaki.

The gentle rays of the sun shined down upon him, giving him a mesmerizing glow as he smiled down at the butterfly.

‘I love you.’

The words were at the tip of your tongue.

‘I love you.’

Why couldn’t you just say it?

“I-”

“Oh, it flew away,” Tamaki sighed, looking after it as it flew towards a flower.

“Oh.”

Tamaki turned to you, and noticed your disappointed face.

“Hey, is everything okay?” He asked, becoming concerned.

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine,” you said, forcing a laugh. “You just looked pretty cute,” you teased.

“Huh? Ohh, b-bunny, d-don’t say that,” he stammered, looking away in a sad attempt to hide his blushing face.

You chuckled a little, feeling a little less awkward. You did like teasing him from time to time.

If only... you could tell him your deepest feelings.

**

A blank canvas. So many possibilities.

You sat in front of your easel, pondering what to put on the white canvas before you. Whenever you felt confused with life, you felt that painting could always help you. Maybe it didn’t always present an answer, but at the very least, it helped you calm down and think.

But every time you put your brush up to the canvas, you stopped, the image of Tamaki at the park flashing before you.

‘That memory is the only thing I want to paint.’

But wouldn’t that be creepy?

You huffed, two parts of your brain debating whether it would be creepy to paint your boyfriend or romantic.

‘Tamaki would have a heart attack if he ever saw it.’

‘But he doesn’t have to see it.’

‘Okay that just makes it sound even creepier!’

‘Okay okay okay, I’m not going to do it!’ You finally thought, deciding to do something else instead.

But before you knew it, you were standing in front of the easel again.

‘Maybe… it won’t be so bad… I can just say it’s for practice…’ you reasoned with yourself.

And so you grabbed your brush and dipped it in paint...

**

“Did I do something wrong? Is she upset with me?”

Recently, you had started spending less and less time with Tamaki, always shooting down his attempts at asking you out with one excuse or another.

“I guess, it was only a matter of time before she got tired of me,” he murmured to himself. “I knew I wouldn’t be a good boyfriend.”

He stopped in front of your dorm room, trying to summon the courage to knock. Mirio and Nejire had both told him to talk to you if it was really bothering him, and although he knew they were right, he didn’t want to. He was scared of what you might say.

He was scared that you would acknowledge his failure as a boyfriend.

But he knew he would have to face the truth sooner or later.

Maybe it was better this was happening before he even got to say I love you.

Reluctantly, he lifted his hand and rapped his knuckles against the door.

“(Y-Y/n)?” He called out, not hearing a thing.

‘I guess she’s not here. I should probably just come again later,’ he thought, happy to have an excuse to avoid confrontation.

‘Unless…’ the voice in the back of his mind whispered, ‘she’s just ignoring you.’

“Ignoring… me?” He said out loud, his heart starting to crack. ‘Maybe she is,’ he thought mournfully. ‘Maybe she feels too guilty to tell me right now that she wants to break up. Maybe she’s hiding in there waiting for me to go away so she can finally feel at peace. Maybe-’

*Crash*

“Huh? (Y/n)? Are you okay?” He yelped, running back to the door.

Again you didn’t respond, and now he was becoming afraid that you were too hurt to say anything. Acting out of pure instinct, he forced the door open, eyes frantically searching for you.

You weren’t there.

Instead, he found your easel in the corner of the room, a canvas resting on it while being covered with a cloth. On a cabinet nearby, an empty jar had tipped over, dropping your paint brushes all over the ground.

‘So it was just her paintbrushes,’ he breathed in relief. ‘I wonder what she’s painting.’

Tamaki had always loved your art. He thought it was so beautiful, almost magical.

Kind of like you.

As he gathered up the paintbrushes from the floor, Tamaki heard a soft thudding noise, and noticed the gray cloth covering the canvas right in front of him. He glanced up, finally seeing what you had painted.

It was him.

He felt his heart skip a beat as he stared at the painting in awe.

‘She painted me? And am I holding a butterfly? Wait… did she paint this after seeing the butterfly land on me at the park? Is this why she’s been avoiding me? Not because she’s mad at me?’ The thought of you not being upset with him lifted a weight from his shoulders, but at the same time, he felt a little confused.

‘Is that really how she sees me?’ He wondered, staring at the way you had portrayed him. ‘Or maybe I just looked that way in the light?’

He couldn’t deny that the painting was beautiful. The way you had painted the golden rays of sunshine basking the viridescent blades of grass in light was breathtaking, and he could tell you had taken special care in painting the delicate violet wings of the butterfly.

But the main focus of the painting was him, smiling in a way he didn’t realize he could.

‘Is that what I look like when I smile?’

With just a few strokes of your brush, you had managed to capture the wonder and warmth Tamaki had felt in that moment, emotion flooding from the painting in waves.

“Tamaki?!”

He jumped, and whirling around, came face to face with a very panic-stricken you.

“Uh, listen, about that painting I, uh… you totally feel creeped out, don’t you?” You asked, crossing your arms and looking away dejectedly.

“No, of course not!” He panicked, not wanting you to get the wrong idea. “I… I don’t know why’d you want to paint me, but I feel honored,” he blushed. “It’s a really beautiful painting. You did a great job. I almost feel like it’s too pretty to be just me.”

“Too pretty to be just you?” You choked, your look of dejection being replaced by one of disbelief. “Tamaki you’re gorgeous. And I mean it. You don’t realize just how handsome you are.”

He turned completely red, starting to tremble slightly.

“B-butterfly don’t-”

“When I saw you holding the butterfly, I knew I had to paint that scene because in that moment, you were the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” you confessed. “It’s only a beautiful painting because I painted beauty itself.”

He stared at you in shock, his brain going numb.

You took a step closer to him.

“That… and… I put all my love into every stroke,” you said shyly.

“All your love?” He repeated, his heart racing as he started understanding the situation. Were you going to say you loved him? Were you going to say the words he’d been dying to hear, and the ones he’d been dying to say?

“Yes, my love, Tamaki,” you smiled. “I love you.”

And in that moment, you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Tamaki may have missed out on a lot of things due to his anxiety, but he wasn’t a fool. He wouldn’t miss out on this moment or your love.

“I love you too, butterfly.”

[attack-on-kiwi]

I wanted to make sure before i asked- soo ^-^

Would you be willing to do the fluff alphabet for Porco? Honestly i don't see many fics of him! Pf course it's entirely up to you! :)

I’m glad I get to pay tribute to him on his birthday(11/11) :)

Porco Galliard:

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Spending time together in general is highly valued by Porco. He doesn’t get too much free time, so any time he’s able to splice maong his family and his s/o is important to him. When they’re together, he wants to make the most of it, but he’s tired from his excursions. This means the two usually get a meal or his s/o accompanies him while he tries to sleep. The feeling of their fingers raking through his short hair has become something of a guilty pleasure for him.

When he’s got the energy, Porco lets them drag him around the marketplace so they can run errands. He enjoys the domesticity of it. If they can enjoy a calm boat ride, he’s going to plan a small picnic for them.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Their loyalty and perseverance is what draws his to them. Porco is in awe of their stubbornness to stay with him, their stubbornness to get their work done, and their stubbornness to believe that there’s more to life than the violence that wrecks the land. The way they find joy in the little things and how they want to share those little loves with him is more entrancing than it should be. 

On a physical standpoint, he thinks their hands are beautiful. It’s cheesy, but the way their fingers are shaped to lock with his in such a perfect way only justifies that they were made for one another. He’s always pressing small kisses to them as he bids them farewell or lulls them to sleep. It’s not uncommon that Porco will mindlessly stroke across their palms just to take in the dips and curves of each line.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Hugs. Porco needs to keep his mouth shut because he knows he’s going to make it worse. He relies on holding his s/o tightly, engulfing them in his arms. No matter their size, they always feel so tiny and fragile in his arms. He’ll kiss the top of their heads and rock them. He doesn’t care how long he needs to stay there--he won’t let go until he’s sure they’ve calmed down. 

He’ll try to talk to them about what upset them when he believes they can speak and tries to get to the bottom of the issue. It frustrates him to no end that he can’t do more than he should be able to.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He tries not to picture a future because of his ticking clock, but he can’t help but fantasize about hwat life would be if the two got married. What if they worked together? Or had kids? What if they traveled the world once he was granted permission and everything was safe? Thoughts like these keep Porco from losing his mind during the notably difficult times. 

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

At first, Porco is rather passive, letting his s/o guide him in how they like to maneuver through a relationship. However, as he gets used to them and their habits, he starts taking initiative and cultivates a dominant streak. He enjoys the looks of surprise his s/o gives him as he starts really asserting himself, which inspires him to take charge more often. 

He does let his s/o take charge if they want to. There's something about being told what to do or how to behave that ignites a mischievous fire in him, and, hey, it makes for some really good entertainment on his part. 

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Oh, man. Porco is ruthless when he and his s/o fight. He doesn’t hold back and can say some pretty upsetting stuff, and if the situation is dire enough, he will violently jab at their insecurities. It only hits him after, and the regret sits deep in his stomach, making him feel like he’ll throw up. He’s always ready for his s/o to leave him during these fights, and he’ll steel himself. He’s stubborn, and believes he’s in the right, which causes problems in the relationship. 

If he’s in it for the long term, he’s willing to try and be more compassionate, though, it’s a long journey. He doesn’t even care about grudges, honestly, he just wants to be right. Unless his s/o or he have their loyalty questioned, his main priority is winning. 

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Porco has his qualms with the relationship. One one hand, he’s ecstatic about someone wanting to be with him even though he’s rough around the edges, but on the other hand, he feels selfish for getting into a relationship when he and his s/o are aware of what will happen to a warrior at the end of their ‘term’. He gives his s/o outs and is always shocked at their resilience to his doubts. His s.o promising that they’ll deal with the grief when it comes and that they want to enjoy his love while they can brings him to tears more often than he’d admit (of course, he’s in the privacy of his quarters during these moments). He has no way of expressing how grateful he is in reality, so he uses whatever perks he has to make their life secure and enjoyable, even thinking in the long term about how to get them a home in a safer area or how he can send a portion of the funds that go to his family to his s/o once he’s finished.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Porco is pretty cut and dry. He doesn’t do anything that needs to be kept a secret, and aside from warrior and military information, he’s transparent with his s/o. Now, he won’t go out of his way to share every single thought of his, but if his s/o asks him questions, he’s more than happy to answer. He’s never pondered whether he’s honest to his s/o or not. It comes naturally to him, and he just hopes he’s doing the whole communication thing correctly. Honest as he is, he’s just as blunt. His s/o must be prepared for some harsh truths if they pry.

Porco will ask questions, as well. He does his best to make sure his s/o has nothing heavy on their mind. Sadly, he’s not the best at articulating himself in an emotionally vulnerable situation. He will ask them how they’re doing multiple times a day just to give them the green light that they can share with him if and when they want to.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

The biggest way his s/o changed him is by encouraging him to be free with himself. Porco may seem rather arrogant, and he is, but he is also a stickler for the rules. His s/o reminds him it’s okay to think for himself and to do things just for the hell of it. He won’t always have the answer, and that’s nothing to be scared of. He learns he can share burdens and pain without fear of being ridiculed, and that’s one of the most important lessons his s/o has taught him. 

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Porco says he’s not the jealous type, but catch him calling out anyone who so much as breathes at a different wavelength around his s/o. He will be quick to act and gets extremely protective, even if his s/o could knock the assailant onto their ass.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Porco’s kisses range from being shy and sweet to desperate and erratic. It all depends on his mood. Usually, he’s composed and likes to give his s/o cheeky kisses that he leans into, holding their entire being against him. He knows this makes them dizzy and loves to take advantage. Other times, he’s on an adrenaline rush and needs to see his s/o as soon as he can. The possibility of losing them or not seeing another day becomes much too apparent after battles, and he wants to ravish his s/o while he can. He does get a little embarrassed by his behavior if they bring it up later.

His first kiss was nothing phenomenal. It was after he asked if they wanted to be his partner, and he just followed the motions, bringing them in for a simple, sweet kiss. His lips are softer than one would expect, so it was all too easy to melt against him in the moment. Even now, it feels surreal. 

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Porco’s confession is abrupt. He comes home from the battlefield in the evening to find his s/o had left him a letter, telling him they were thinking of him and have been hoping for his safe return. “Safe” he scoffs to himself and folds the letter into the inner pocket of his jacket. Without really understanding why, he finds himself quickly pacing down the streets until he gets to his s/o’s residence. As soon as they’re in front of him, he doesn’t give them a chance to welcome him home as he grabs them by their arms and leaves them dazed with a rough kiss. He’d pull back and sternly glare at them, though, they know he’s not mad--he’s thinking. When he finally says what’s on his mind, they’re all too relieved that it’s a confession and not a signal to end the relationship. He ends up staying the night, and when the realization of what he said dawns on him, he’s going to try sleeping with his back to them. It doesn’t take much for his s/o to coax him to turn around. In fact, all it takes is them echoing the words back to him.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He entertains the idea of bonding with someone for life, but unfortunately, his fate as a titan shifter holds him back from thinking too much on it. He doesn’t want to get his hopes up, and much less, get his s/o’s hopes up. In the end, he’s aware he’s going to have to leave his s/o, and being with them at all has already locked in the fact that they’re going to be devastated over what’s to come. Porco doesn’t want to hurt them more than he will.

When Porco thinks about marriage, he thinks about his s/o and him waking up in the early afternoon, chatting over tea, and getting ready for a day of lazing about. He sees his brother, though he shouldn’t, coming over sometimes to tell the two to wake up since all they do is sleep daylight away. He wants two kids running around. Maybe one is shy and the other is outgoing. They’re best friends. He knows his s/o would look sweet with them. He wants to hold all three of them in his solid embrace and whisper ghost stories to them only to get swatted by his s/o for terrorizing the children. If you ever see Porco grinning to himself, he’s probably thinking of that.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Ooh, Porco thinks nicknames are SO stupid, so no he definitely won’t be calling his s/o “Babe”, or “Baby”, or “Lame-ass dork” nope!! And don’t expect him to whisper little sweet nothings at night, calling them “Beloved”, or “Darling” as they fall asleep just so he can experience how the words would sound as they roll of his tongue! Nope! Porco would NEVER!! 

(all of that was a joke, for those of you who have a hard time getting sarcasm over text. He calls them all that :) )

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Actually the cutest. Porco acts all big and unbothered, but seeing his s/o turns him into a puppy. He’ll follow them around as they run errands and ask if they want him to carry their stuff. He always insists on paying--it’s a pride thing for him. Don’t worry too much, with his warrior salary, he’s able to afford your basics. His way of showing love is to help his s/o in any way he can and to build them up. Porco is sensitive with them and tries not to be a huge dick, but that passive-aggressive behavior can rear its ugly head at time. 

One way to tell he’s in love is that he won’t be too pessimistic around his s/o. There’s a glint of hope as he speaks to them, and he’s always got a hint of a joyous smile on his face. It’s hard for him to pretend to be angry around them, so imagine the scene other’s who see him on a daily basis are treated to as they witness Porco displaying human kindness. Unfathomable.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Porco’s the guys that just says, “Man, fuck all of you. I miss my s/o, I’m leaving.” And that’s how most people find out the two are in a relationship. If they’re with people he’s comfortable with, he’ll have an art around their shoulders and pull them closer. Aside from that, public displays are limited. 

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Porco is so goddamn confrontational and outspoken, which can be bad at times, but honestly, it makes for great entertainment. Seeing him call people out and come up with insults that his s/o would never have thought up in their lifetime is truly one of the most educational experiences they have ever had. Though they do feel bad for Porco’s victims, they find the entire display funny, and when they’re upset they just remember Porco calling someone out. It’s also fun for them to quote these outbursts and watch Porco feign ignorance and hide from them.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He tries, he really does… his execution can be sloppy since he gets excited about the entire thing. His skills are limited as he’s got a barren idea of how to be romantic in the first place. It’s important to him that his s/o doesn’t make too much fun of him as he figures all of this out. It’s easy to fluster him, and any romantic gestures will leave him speechless. He does take his s/o by example and will try to give them gifts every now and then or sneak them off for an early morning or late evening date. Strolls in the marketplace where he indulges the two on ice cream or a particular sweet come and go as they can. Again, he has no baseline for romantic displays, so he’s learning as he goes. 

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Porco holds his loved ones to high standards. If his s/o has a goal, he’s going to make sure they’re serious about it. He can sometimes get more excited about them reaching any milestones than they are for themselves. He’s their biggest fan, and that comes with the price of tough love. He’s not going to pull strings or coddle them. He truly believes if they want to get something done, they will, and he’ll be there to act as their support whenever they need him. 

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Yes! He loves trying out new foods and activities! Especially the ones he doesn’t get to have or do very often in Liberio. He’s always looking for something to share with his s/o, and he will drag them into a small adventure at a moment’s notice. 

In an intimate sense, he’s apprehensive to try out something new, especially if it involves potentially hurting his s/o, so it’s up to his s/o to bring up anything they want to try. Most times, he’s receptive and willing to do something at least once. 

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

At first, it’s hard for Porco to get to know his s.o. It’s likely they’re his first partner, and it’s not like intimate relationships have a guidebook. He’s never sure what he wants to ask his s/o and sometimes his words get jumbled and come out much more rude than he anticipated. As he gets used to the motions of a relationship, he encourages them to talk to him. He wants to be a safe space for them, and it always makes his heart full when his s/o confides to him during vulnerable times. He knows most things about them, from their childhood to their favorite type of officials to make fun of. 

Porco tries- he really does- but empathy doesn’t come easy to him. He’s stuck in his ways and that makes it difficult to see a situation from another’s point of view. He tries his best not to get snippy at his s/o, but there are times where he can’t help but lash out because he thinks their problem can’t really be THAT bad, can it? (He does have a slight guilty conscious when it comes to his s/o, though, so he will feel like shit and try to figure out how to approach them without setting off a beast, lol).

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Porco’s relationship means more than his life to him. Sure, he’s got his mission as a warrior, but he justifies fighting hard as a way to protect his loved ones and eradicate the world of devils who want to see his people burn. He takes his relationship seriously, especially since he IS a warrior, and he’s on a clock. To be his s/o means he’s acknowledged he has strong feelings and that he’s willing to at least have some hope in a better world by risking his s/o’s happiness. He knows they’ll be hurt when he’s gone, so it really takes a lot for him to get with his s/o. This means that the two work hard for one another, and Porco won’t be spitting bull shit at them. He doesn’t have many things that mean much to him, so it’s natural for his s/o to rank pretty high in his priorities.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Porco! Cannot! Take! Compliments! 

His face will be blank for a few seconds and once he realizes what his s/o said, he’ll start heating up as he denies their claims. It’s a sure fire way of getting him to sputter off excuses and tell his s/o to stop messing with him. He presses his knuckles to his cheeks, hoping that his hands are cold enough to soothe the fluster in his face. It’s one of the cutest ways to see him, and he’ll be a little grumpy for the rest of the day. Grumpy Porco means Pouty Porco, so his s/o is going to have fun teasing him about it.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Porco takes every opportunity he can to hold his s/o. It’s an unspoken taboo to display too much affection in public where he’s from, so in the beginning, he was shy. His s/o made his heart beat too fast and his hands would get clammy, so he tried to keep his distance. With some encouragement, Porco learned he rather enjoys being cuddled. Yes, he loves to be held and it’s comforting. Relaxing in their embrace helps him sort out his thoughts and calm down from a day of deliberating over whatever the next move against Paradis is.

As he gets used to affection, Porco is number one in constricting his s/o by the waist or laying on top of them so that they have a few more minutes of private time before they’re separated for the day. He enjoys these little wrestling matches with them more than his s/o will never know. 

He absolutely loves kisses. His favorite is to receive a smooch on the tip of his nose. He lashes out and tells them to stop treating him like a child, but he’s going to be thinking about it all day, so please, keep on keeping on. 

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Ooh, this man is irritable beyond comprehension. Any little mishappening will set him off. Those close to him (namely, the other warriors, since he’s not exactly close to him) have adapted to this shift of his and have taken a liking to teasing him. He tries to keep to himself, but he can’t control that hot head of his which gets him into even hotter water at times if the wrong person is caught in his onslaught.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Porco’s headstrong and sure of himself in every way. His loyalty knows no bounds, so being sure that his s/o is an important figure in his life means that he’s willing to risk his life for them if need be. He’s limited to the hold of his duty as a warrior, but make no mistake-- he is going to come up with a way to get around policies to ensure his s/o is safe. He takes risks when it comes to his s/o, because he’s desperately protective of one of the few goods things he has going on in his life. 

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Wolf!Ateez Reaction to another member hunting down their mate

trigger warning! ⚠️ strong language, suggestive, alcohol, violence, non con themes, non con marking, kidnapping, angst, mentions of rape, sexual harassment (don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with those topics)

a/n: please notice that this is not related to the other wolf!ateez reaction/s; I hope you like it anon 💋 although I changed this request a little bit like I always do 👀 and please, always keep my disclaimer in mind!

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k i m h o n g j o o n g

„alpha, I think they’re coming tonight...“ he concentrated on the papers in front of him and just let out a hm. he knew they would come... the only safe place for his mate was in his arms and the highest priority to keep you safe. as the luna of the pack everyone wanted to protect you.

the one desiring you a rebellious werewolf of a rival pack called choi jong ho. it wasn’t unusual some wolfs tried to steal away mates and especially lunas from other packs if they were said to be gorgeous and in good shape for giving strong pups.

unfortunately you were quite the catch and the still unmated wolf wanted to steal you away from hong joong. the fresher the bond was the higher the chance to complete a mating process with another wolf and hong joong feared for that so much ...

as the night came you were cuddled in hong joong‘s arms in your bed and slowly drifting off to sleep. hong joong tried to steady his breathing to not interrupt you but when howls could be heard he knew it was about to begin. you stirred in your sleep and the young alpha took you bridal style into a secret room under the house. you shot him a questioning look and he hushed you with a sweet kiss.

„stay here my love and don’t make a sound.“

with that he left the house and changed into his wolf to fight off the scum that wanted to take his precious mate. he arrived at the borders where werewolves already lunged at each other and started to fight the intruders. after a while they managed to overpower the rival pack but hong joong noticed something really bad... where was jong ho? pure horror filled his mind when he ran back to his mate as fast as he could but he already was too late...

the attack only intended to distract him so jong ho could get you... he had been so dumb! he plumped to the ground and cried into his hands... his beta put a hand on his shoulder and sighed.

„we will get her back... she’s our luna.“

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p a r k s e o n g h w a

seong hwa usually was a calm boy with good manners. he tried to avoid fights at all costs although he was well skilled but when you and the black wolf went to the annual mate festival of your region a mistake was made.

jung woo young decided to attend the festival, too. a young wolf that once trained with seong hwa back in an advanced camp for skilled fighters. seong hwa and woo young had quite the problematic relationship ship as the younger one loved to get on his nerves all the time. seong hwa didn’t really know why woo young hated him so much... but when he saw him being accompanied by some of his friends entering the area his grip around your waist automatically became stronger.

he tried to avoid the younger like a plague but eventually you had to go to the toilet some time and that’s when woo young took his chance. he ordered his friends to attack seong hwa and distract him so he could get you when you left the restrooms.

„what are you d-“ a cloth has been out over your nose and mouth and you fell unconscious at the scent that drifted off of it.

you awakened in a room handcuffed to a bed still dizzy and your wolf already scared and sick worried for your mate. „where’s seong hwa? where’s our mate, y/n?“

„so you’re awake, love“ a boy came through the door and emerged your form on the bed with confident steps.

„who are you?! and why am I here?“ you struggled and tried to shift but something stopped you from doing so.

„don’t even try. those are magical cuffs. I brought you here because I am going to make you mine.“ he smirked at you and crawled on top of you securing your hands above you with a tight grip. you tried to struggle out but he just laughed at you and neared your neck with his emerged fangs.

„this is going to hurt a little bit, well at least I‘ve heard that...“ you cried out loud when he left a deep dirty mark over your mate‘s one.

„s-seong hwa...”

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j e o n g y u n h o

jeong yun ho had everything... the looks, the popularity and the prettiest girl out of the pack. yeo sang could only scoff at the way he was holding hands with you at his birthday party and having this dumb grin on his face whenever you would say something or someone would compliment the two of you. he was sick of it.

how much he’d like to wipe that smirk off his face... if he just wouldn’t have you... maybe than he wouldn’t be so happy anymore.

„yeo sang? don’t you want your birthday present now?“ he flinched a little bit don’t realizing you were standing in front of him smiling so sweetly. oh how he loved you, you and him were the best friends until mr. lover came.

„do I?“ your eyebrows furrowed at his words not really getting his hostility.

„don’t be like this... come on! I want to show you something!“ you grabbed his hand and left the place with him to bring you two to your old favorite secret spot deep in the forest where a little pond was located. yeo sang couldn’t believe what he saw, you managed to put candles everywhere and prepared something like a picnic but with a bottle of tequila.

„why did you do that?“

„why not? it’s your birthday and I thought we could take a swim again; you know, like back when we were younger... and you looked pretty bored back at the party.“ you shyly fiddled with your fingers thinking it was a bad idea. yeo sang on the other hand found it really cute that you were thinking he didn’t appreciate your afford.

he smiled at you and started to get out of his shirt. you smirked at him and soon you were giggling and playing in the water. why couldn’t every day be like this again... or maybe it could be? after some time the playing turned into something more heated and you soon realized that your wolf wasn’t really into another man touching you at places he shouldn’t... you struggled out of his touch but yeo sang let his inner beast free and dragged you back to the land to crawl over you and leave marks all over your neck and breast while holding you still.

you being paralyzed tried to scream or cry but nothing came out, too shocked at yeo sang’s actions. suddenly yun ho ripped the boy off your body and back to the ground, growling so loud yeo sang changed into his wolf. yun ho felt that something was wrong and knowing where you wanted to bring yeo sang he decided to check and seeing the boy harassing you made his blood boil.

a fight began and yun ho definitely was a lot bigger than yeo sang and used this to win over the other wolf. finally yeo sang stopped and crawled back to a tree licking his wound.

„if you ever lay a finger on her again I won’t hesitate to snap you neck!“

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k a n g y e o s a n g

yeo sang usually has been a very cautious wolf and knew his mate was a beauty around the female wolves. you still being unmarked and not mated with yeo sang, yet, got flirting remarks here and there. his friends told him that there was a boy from the rival pack, where you originally belonged to, that was still after you. his name was jeong yun ho.

to his bad luck at a night out with your and his friends yun ho happened to be in the club, too. yeo sang didn’t know the guy that suddenly went to the dance floor wrapping his arm around your waist and whispering something into your ear. yeo sang trusted you and hoped you would get out of the situation on your own but when he saw you searching for him in the location his wolf told him he had to help you. he should mark his territory and only once not back up.

without realizing he stood up and emerged your forms on the dance floor. the atmosphere changed and people made space for you.

„haha, don’t tell me this is the fool you were leaving me for?“ yun ho placed his chin on the top of your shoulder and smirked provocatively at your mate.

„let go yun ho! he’s my mate!“

„yeah, but he didn’t even try to make this official... maybe he just doesn’t want you as much as me?“

„take your hands off her or I will make you.“

yeo sang’s friends and yun ho’s were gathering behind the boys ready to attack. although yeo sang was quite scared he felt the urge to be brave for you. yun ho let go of you and positioned you behind him.

„tell me, little boy... why didn’t you marked or mated with her yet? you aren’t man enough for her!“

„why do you think I have to rush those kind of things? not everyone’s a dick like you fucking around and thinking a bond can only be made by doing those things. what connects me and y/n is much deeper and I know you are someone who will never understand those kind of things...“

people whistled and howled at yeo sang’s words and girls swooned over the young wolf. yun ho‘s cocky attitude slipped. he wasn’t used to be put down like that only knowing one way to win a fight. before he could take a hold of himself the bodyguards of the club interrupted the scene and everyone went their own way again, you two deciding to leave.

yeo sang drove in silence and you took his one hand to put it into your lap.

„you know, I never knew you thought of our relationship like that... I really like it.“ yeo sang sensed you blushing beside him and his wolf felt proud at your words.

„it’s because I value you as the person I love and we are the only ones who make the rules for our relationship.“

you smiled at him, knowing you couldn’t get a better mate like kang yeo sang.

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c h o i s a n

hong joong knew he had to have you. a white wolf was considered to have best genes to bear strong pups. the first time he saw you he deeply fell in love... just when he planned to confess to you and make you his luna you found your mate, choi san. a dirty omega of your own pack. hong joong had been devastated... but he heard of a way to make you his and he decided he would do anything to get you.

„let go of me!“

„what’s wrong with her, why is she struggling so much? y/n? do you hear me? you’re safe now! kim hong joong kidnapped you but we managed to free you from his pack!“ jong ho didn’t know what was wrong with you but when he saw the look on san‘s face he knew his heart literally broke at the sight his mate acted like that.

„y/n, my love... don’t you recognize me? what did that bastard do to you?!“

„who - who the hell are you?!“

„me...? I am your mate, oh my god, what did they do...“ he stroked you face while they bondaged you to the wall in the dungeon not knowing how to cope with your fighting against them.

„you have to be delusional. I don’t know you and my mate is kim hong joong. now let me go!“

he stopped in his tracks and sadly watched you crying and being scared of his touch. san didn’t know what was going on... seong hwa entered the room overhearing the talking outside.

„I didn’t even know this was possible... but I think y/n’s under a spell. a strong spell to admit, possibly done by a witch.“

„what the fuck? how did they got a witch to do that?“

„I don’t know... but only a witch can heal her. we can rescue her but I won’t need to tell you that it’s going to be hell dangerous.“

„you know I would do anything for my mate!“ they both nodded at san and exchanged looks to leave him a little bit alone with you. you scoffed at the boy pretending to be your mate when he neared your form on the ground.

„don’t worry my love, I will find a way.“ his eyes watered at your bored stare...

hong joong was in his office looking over some notes when his beta opened the door.

„everything‘s going well. they have her but she doesn’t remember san.“ hong joong devilishly smirked at him and dismissed him with a swift wave of his hand.

soon you would be back in his bed and he could complete the marking and mating; a prestigious future awaitening the two of you.

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s o n g m i n g i

it wasn’t a secret the light and the shadow pack always had a big disput, maybe even linked to their contrary names... they always competed against each other; like the girls comparing who had the more prettier ones, the boys fighting against each other or alone the two alphas getting on each others’ nerves whenever there was a chance.

song min gi also participated in those horseplays and his favorite opponent from the rival pack was the beta park seong hwa. they always teased each other, hyping eachother up who could run faster, have more girls, win more fights, kill off more rogues and hunters... it all ended soon when min gi found his mate, y/l/n y/n. you found the antics your pack made silly and were quite shocked when you and min gi turned out to be mates, but he changed for you.

much to the displease of park seong hwa. he was literally bored, hearing from the omegas that min gi found his mate and didn’t want to compete with him anymore...

wolves were really prideful and always in for a strength measurement, it practically was anchored in their nature. as seong hwa was a boy who cared for nothing he decided he wanted his fun back, so he made a plan to kill you. having an angry min gi would mean he would feel the urge to fight against him again.

it was one night when you went for a run in the woods. you still were on your territory but far away from the zivilisation of your pack. seong hwa took his chance and attacked you. he managed to cut deep into your waist with his fangs and licked his blood smeared snout when you tried to limp into the direction of your home. you let out a loud howl in the hope someone heard you.

min gi instantly awakened knowing something was off. he changed into his wolf form and sped into the direction he could make out your scent. he mind-linked the guards who told him they were on their way.

„y/n? where are you?“

turning around another tree there were you. your fury neck between seong hwa‘s canines ready to break it.

„what are you doing you bastard!“ but it already was too late when he lunged forward and seong hwa bit hard into your flesh. you let out a howl, luckily the guards arrived and seong hwa knew he couldn’t win this fight. min gi was about to join the others in hunting the beta but his wolf held him back and urged him to get to you. he changed back into his human form tears already running down his face like a waterfall.

„oh no, my dear y/n...“ you were really lucky seong hwa wasn’t able to break your neck and your genes speeding up the healing process, but you had to be stationed into the pack hospital for over four weeks being put into a artificial coma.

„y/n, I am swearing this time was enough... the alpha said there‘s going to be a war. I promise you no one will ever hurt you again because I am going to kill park seong hwa.“ he took your hand into his kissing the top of it. every day he came to the hospital sitting by your side and speaking to you...

park seong hwa crossed a border and min gi would make sure he would pay for it.

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j u n g w o o y o u n g

although choi san has been from a pack his own wasn’t on good terms so much. the two had been the best friends since one could think of. that’s why woo young wouldn’t have ever thought san would make a move on his own mate...

it was typical night back at your and woo young‘s apartment only san being there this time as all your other friends either canceled or have been too engulfed into the heating session this spring. your waves came occasionally but as you mate took care of you yesterday you were certain this evening nothing would happen.

„oh shit, I forgot the salsa sauce!“ your’s and san‘s gaze drifted off the couch to where woo young was searching in the refrigerator.

„you know there‘s no chance we‘re eating tortillas without salsa.“

„yeah, just start the movie... I am driving to the store and get some. I won’t take too long!“

he took his keys and gave you a last quick peck on your lips to leave, not noticing san‘s eyes focused a little bit too much on the little gesture. after some minutes you playing with your phone and occasionally watching the movie you gasped when you suddenly felt san‘s hand at your slit. just when you wanted to shout at him, smack him or anything out of shock a deep wave of pleasure came over you.

it was risky. female wolves sending off vibes to the male ones in heat... not only the mate could smell the arousing scent but the others, too. that’s why mated pairs usually sticked to each other at those times. what san was doing at this moment was the shittiest thing someone could do, not only betraying his friend like this but taking advantage of your vulnerable state, too.

he smirked at your moaning form you not being able to do anything but melting into his touch... you hated it but your body betrayed you because of the stupid animal in you.

„s - san, please, stop...“

„you don’t mean that. you know, I think I could make you moan my name louder than woo‘s able to.“ your eyes widen at his statement

„w - what do you mean.“ he only increased his pressure on your sensitive spot and neared your ear to tickle it with his hot breath „I mean, the times I slept over... you don’t really think I didn’t hear you?“ you blushed at that. a tear escaped you and you just hoped he would end this nonsense...

„what the actual - “ woo young let the bag fall to the ground and you heard the glass splitter. he lunged forward and grabbed san by his hair to smash him into the wall, a picture crashing down in the process.

„you motherfucker! what do you think you’re doing with my mate?!“ his fist meets san‘s cheek and the boy grins while blood is tickling down his chin

„you’re my bestfriend! you damn know she’s in heat!“

„I am not your bestfriend! I just waited for the chance to destroy you! the alpha told me how your pack uses every chance to discriminate us! and I know to hurt you I have to take what you love the most...“ his gaze drifts to your still shaking form on the couch. woo young follows his gaze and feels his canines grow at the statement. he watches san and just feels anger and betrayal but instead of snapping his neck he let go of him.

„fuck off. if I every see you on our land again I will kill you. and don’t dare to look into her direction ever again!“ with that san leaves the place and you put your face into your hands too ashamed of what happened.

„y/n...“

„don’t! I am disgusting! I couldn’t hold myself back I really tried and fought but I wasn’t strong enough... I am so sorry woo young... I don’t deserve you.“ you hiccuped and cried but woo young managed to get your face into his own hands staring deeply into your eyes.

„it wasn’t your fault, he knew what time it is and took advantage of it... I would never doubt your love and loyalty to me.“ he took you into his arms and let you cry into him. what really hurt the most was the fact the his once best friend hated him from the beginning... he knew you could never hurt him like he did.

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c h o i j o n g h o

„choi jong ho! you didn’t really put a bet on me? I am definitely not going on a date with this guy!“

„of course you won’t go... min gi cheated I just have to prove this...“

„you know what? fuck off, if you’re handling me like I am a damn trophy or something like that I will go on that stupid date and we will see how you’re coping with that!“

„y/n, please wait!“ jong ho tried to stop you but you were already emerging min gi and his friends position right over the fighting field. you knew he came from a rival pack and since the fightings started he glanced over at you from time to time. your wolf tried to stop you and told you it was a dumb idea to anger your mate more than he already was but you knew jong ho lost and a debt had to be paid.

„stop!“

„don’t make a fool out of yourself, jong ho. I could smell y/n‘s arousal back over here when you told her the news!“ his friends snickered behind him and you were embarrassingly blushing at his statement although you were sure none other than your mate himself could make you feel this way.

an idea plopped into jong ho‘s mind. he knew min gi was too much into competitions. „how about a rematch? you can have her for one night but only if you’re able to catch her the first when she’s hiding in the forest.“

your eyes widened at your mate‘s statement. now he really lost all of his brain.

„choi jong h-“

„alright.“ huh? you really didn’t know who was dumber...

but you soon found yourself running into the forest and searching for a good hiding place. min gi and jong ho got themselves ready to hunt you. jong ho mentally smiled to himself, min gi was unmated and didn’t know what your mates scent smelled like... it was the most delicious thing a wolf‘s nose could ever encounter. he definitely would be able to get to you sooner than the dumb boy.

they started to rush through the woods and jong ho luckily already got a good track of your smell and followed the trail to you. and it came how it had to come. jong ho won the battle and min gi was so furious he crashed down a whole tree to get rid off his anger; his friends scolding him off being so dumb to join another competition and losing the date with you.

you were currently cuddled in jong ho‘s lap back in the pack house. he buried his nose into your neck and sighed.

„I am still mad, you know?“ you turned your head to look at him and saw him pouting at you knowing it was your sweet spot for him.

„I am going to be a good mate from now on.“

„no competitions?“

„no competitions anymore, promise.“

„hey, jong ho! the others want you to join us in arm-wrestling-“ jong ho just was about to push you out of his lap when you scoffed at him to which the stopped in his tracks.

„haha, right... no competitions anymore. but for how long?“ you rolled with your eyes laughing out... what a mate you got.

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