#please i like smelling like a sweet and spicy garden

[tomator0t]

perfume tumblr can you please give me more recommendations for perfumes with tomato / tomato leaf notes plz . yes i love lycanthrope by fantome its my every day scent

[twigg96]

Don’t Push It

Pairing: Daryl x GN! Reader

Era: Alexandria (Pre-Season 8)

Pronouns: You/They/Them

Warning: Crack, Eugene being a perv, Angy Daryl, Protective Daryl, insinuated spicy scene, forgiveness of Eugene

A/N:

Hello lovelies. I would like to state that I think Eugene is a very unique character and I adore him in a very special way. I have many HCs about him and might release them eventually but for now please enjoy this fic. I just wanted to state for the fact I do not hate Eugene even though I placed him in a not fantastic light here!

The warm summer air buzzed with excitement in the Alexandrian homestead. Gardens were planted in the early spring and only now were starting to begin to produce flowers and food that the community so desperately needed. The sweet smell of earth's nectarous vegetables and fruit mixed with that of fresh cut grass, a scent you had never known you would ever miss so much in the apocalypse. It was a smell so heavenly you wished you could bottle it up.

Sitting on the garden wall with one of your freshly picked winnings you perched your leg up, resting your elbow on your thigh to help stretch out your aching back.

“Hell of a harvest.” Abraham murmured wiping a thick layer of sweat from his brow.

“Might be too much to use at one time…” Sasha sighed shaking her head examining the bounty standing next to Abraham. She stared down at the bushels of veggies and fruits the community had grown counting out loud. "It would all go bad before we'd use it all..."

“Could can it. Could make good jam and preserves.” You suggested taking a bite of the veggie you held in your hand.

“Or dry ��em out.” Daryl murmured popping out of the crops covered in soil as your boyfriend tossed another bushel of carrots onto the pile.

“Could rehydrate them in stews or jest eat them like jerky.” A hum of affirmation rolled through the group as you all eyed the feast sitting in front of you. No matter what you chose, Alexandria was going to be well fed for a long time.

Glancing over your shoulder at footsteps crunching down the gravel pathway towards the gardens toward you and your group, your first instinct was to tense and prepare yourself for the worst. This world had hardened you. Made you jumpy and pessimistic.

His eyes plastered to the rocks beneath his feet you felt your body recoil. Eugene had never been someone who made you feel comfortable to be around. He always eyed you a little too closely, analytically. And this time as you saw Eugene trudge in as if with a purpose and a mission not even bothering to acknowledge Abraham or Sasha as they greeted him, you felt more like prey in his sights in his eyes than ever before.

Your stomach sank as his intent gaze turned from the ground onto you. He eyed you as if you were a science project he was so desperately trying to get ready for a middle school science fair. Or maybe an ameba that he was studying under a microscope desperate to understand. Your breath felt heavy in your lungs when you looked at him, so you turned your gaze to your fresh breath of air. To Daryl who all but shot Eugene with his glare. The scientist pissed him off in a way way too many could. He made him feel dumb and insignificant. He asked him questions to deliberately make Daryl feel stupid and uneducated. A nerve that the Dixon was very sensitive with and thus you were very protective of.

You shifted where you sat on your perch upon the wall watching as Eugene took his place right in front of you, just a tad too close for comfort.

"Hello... I'd like to formally request a private audience with you." The doctor's thick southern accent did not accompany his attempt at "proper communication" well. Instead he just sounded like he was parodying Shakespeare to a point it was painful and inappropriate. But that was Eugene... and he was in fact inelegant in some aspects... but profoundly knowledgeable in most so you let it slide in some cases.

This one however had you cocking your head and raising your brow in a sort of amusement at him.

"Private audience? What do you think I am now Eugene?" You teased. The doctor nodded, his throat bobbing as he swallowed thickly, staring at the ground in thought for a mere second before meeting your eyes once more.

"Someone worthy of it... a monarch... a deity even." He mused. Sitting up straight in surprise you glanced behind the portly man to see Abraham pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

"God damn it Eugene..." The red head hummed with a giggle from Sasha by his side. Daryl however did not seem amused by any of what was going on. His glare planted firmly in the middle of Eugene's back.

"Shut up Abraham." Eugene bit out harshly.

"I said I wanted ta talk ta them in private... so get out." He ordered pointing down the path he just came up.

Abraham rolled his eyes and sighed his mustache fluttering with the act. But he didn't move. Instead he his hand wound tight around Sasha's, his eyes meeting yours, silently reading your face. He was friends with Eugene, yes. Best friends even. But that wouldn't stop him from kicking his shit in if he ever made someone uncomfortable, especially someone he considered a friend. But you just shrugged offering Abraham a little smile. It was Eugene... what's the worst that could happen?

Abraham didn't seem to like that answer.

"Nah... We're stayin'." He growled glaring at the back of Eugene's head.

"Can't fucking tell me what to god damn do." He hissed with Sasha nodding by his side.

"Damn right. We were here working..." She hissed crossing her arms over her chest. Rolling his eyes Eugene gestured for you to follow walking a few steps down the path.

"They ain't comin'." Daryl growled defensively, making Eugene jump nearly a foot in the air as he turned to stare wide eyed at the archer then back at you who hadn't moved an inch.

"Daryl's right Eugene..." You hummed sending your archer a loving look that only somewhat softened the bristles on the man.

"I'm here to work even if I'm here on break right now. I can't just walk away... and really whatever you have to say... you should be able to say to my face with everyone else around." You said more confidently than you currently felt.

Waffling on his feet for a moment Eugene murmurs soft and low to himself. So low in fact that you couldn't hear what he was saying beyond your name and privacy. You did however hear Abraham and Sasha murmur to themselves about finding some serious 'help' for the poor guy. Maybe medication or a trip to Dr. Denise later when the gnome of a man looked back up at you, determined once more.

"Fine." He stated walking to stand back in front of you. Somehow even closer this time so he was between your crisscrossed legs.

"I'll just condense what I had to say down to it's bare essentials, since we are in a public place. Much like how you would distil ingredients for some chemical bonds." He drawled. Closing your eyes you scrubbed your face but nodded.

"Sure Eugene..."

Whatever... You think.

"What's up?"

Taking a deep breath he steps closer so that he was pressed up against the wall which you sat, clearing his throat he met your eyes staring at you as if you were the cure for cancer.

"I just think yer the bee's knees." He mused.

Awe that's actually pretty sweet... You think, your shoulders relaxing and a soft smile gracing your lips.

"I'd very much like ta lay you out like a firm steak and pound you out on the counter top until your soft and tender." He said smirking up at you with all the confidence as if he had just solved world hunger... even going as far as to lay his hands on the wall on either side of your thighs.

You gasped completely appalled staring back down at him, completely shocked and mortified you blinked and shook your head. Truly you were not entirely certain you had just heard him correctly. And by the looks on friends' and more importantly boyfriend's faces it seemed they weren't sure about what they heard either.

"I want to split you open and eat you like Sunday dinner after church."

WHAT THE FUCK?!

Your mind defrosted. You'd definitely heard him right that time.

What the fuck? WHAT. THE. FUCK?! What gave him that idea?

One glance back you nearly broke into tears. With laughter and embarrassment. Abraham stood eyes wide, mouth agape staring at Eugene like he was the missing link. Beet red you couldn't tell if it was because he was royally pissed or if he was just as embarrassed as you felt.

Sasha glared. She glared hard with intent. You had a feeling if Abraham didn't have her wrist in his hand she might have slapped the ever loving shit out of Eugene.

But then Daryl... God Daryl was unreadable. He looked somewhere torn between murderous and betrayed. It had taken you months to get Daryl back out of his shell after everything on the road... after the prison. If it weren't for you and Rick... He might not be in Alexandria at all. Your heart broke. A cold fear fell upon your shoulders. Daryl could fall back into it. Retract. Leave.

In your thoughts you'd missed what Eugene had been saying. He just kept talking... and talking... and talking. He always did. But this time was different, it was vile, filthy degrading things coming from his mouth. Things that made you angry and sickened and embarrassed.

"-tell you about how I could use my knowledge of science in the bedroom. I am smarter than you in everyway which is a huge turn on."

Enough...

"Oh and don't get me started on-"

Shut up...

"You should let me-"

Glaring daggers at Eugene you stood on the edge of the wall, now a full body height taller than him. Not that he seemed to mind one bit. Creep.

"Shut the fuck up." You hissed, feeling dirty as he nodded greedily at you. Hopping off the wall you landed on your feet beside him. Grabbing him by the collar you shoved him hard into the wall knocking his head into the the rocks. The shiver of pleasure that ran through him made your skin crawl.

"Let me get this through your thick fucking skull." You hissed getting into his face. "I do not want to have sex with you. I will never want to have sex with you." You growled shoving against him. But instead of an immediate pleasured sound he seemed to just examine you once more.

That is until you felt the presence shift behind you from emptiness to tense and protective. A dirty calloused hand gripped your forearm pulling you back a step to stand behind the archer's back to see his wings.

"They ain't gonna repeat it... but I sure as fuck will." Daryl growled stepping up nose to nose with Eugene.

"Don’t fuckin’ push yer luck. Stay the fuck away from 'em. If I ever see you houndin' round them again... I'll beat yer ass." He hiss tilting his head threateningly.

Eugene shivered and shook. His eyes wide in terror searching for yours and Abraham's for what you could only assume was assistance. But as you stood there, feeling not a drop of empathy for him, Abraham and Sasha came to stand beside you. Slamming his hand into the wall beside Eugene's head Daryl huffed.

"Hell if I even get wind of you comin' near them again and it's not for somethin' life or death. I'll beat your ass." Shoving away from the wall Daryl eyed Eugene with a shake of his head, distaste dripping from his expression.

"Ya think yer such a big man. Can do whatever the hell ya like jest cause ya can throw a few big words round... ya ain't shit. Now fuck off." He hissed walking over to you wrapping his arm around your waist. A dark angry look filled Eugene's eyes. One that sent shivers down your spine and creep to hide behind Daryl once more.

"You think just because you have strength that they are attracted to you. But you are an ignoramus a-" His rant was short lived. Daryl only had to move slightly, pretending to pull back in preparation to punch Eugene before the doctor was scurrying down the path faster than anyone had ever seen him move before.

"I'm gonna have a real stern talk with him... Excuse me" Abraham sighed scrubbing his hand down his face as he followed down the path to follow his friend. Sasha however waffled her feet her eyes flicking between Daryl and you.

"I'm going to just... go harvest... over there if you need me." She said awkwardly moving to the other side of the garden where she could very much still hear and see you both.

Slowly Daryl turned to face you his eyes glimmering with something dark and dangerous.

"Daryl..." You whispered shaking your head softly a pout playing on your lips. Slowly Daryl's fingers curled and unfurled around the nothingness that was the air. His piercing blues scanned down your body sending a shiver down your spine. You opened your mouth a breath was all you could take before his hand shot out and gripped your neck backing you into the wall he looked down at you with an intensity that brought goosebumps to your skin.

"He do this before? He hurt you?" Daryl growled protectively. His grip on your skin wasn't tight. But inviting and comforting. Reaching up to his wrist you felt him release his hold. Bringing his hand up to your lips slowly you kiss his knuckles then the palm of his hand.

"My love..." You whispered. "I would have told you in a heartbeat if anyone came near me."

Daryl watched you. Studied your actions. His hand relaxing against your lips. Fingers unfurling to take up your cheek and hold it as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“Fuckin better have.” He whispered softly. His eyes meeting yours. A deep yearning sucking you in as he met your lips, wrapping his arm around your waist possessively. Pulling you tight to his body you felt his need press into your hip. His tongue tangling with yours before trailing down your lips and jaw to the soft spot on your neck.

His breath caught in his throat. Words going unsaid Daryl pulled away glancing down the path Eugene and Abraham had just walked down. The soft glint in his eyes melting back into a hateful tone.

“Hey…” You whisper. “how about we go for a ride?” You ask interlocking your fingers in his. Cocking a brow Daryl simply blinked at you.

“Yeah. Why not?” You ask smiling up at him. “We can. Grab our gear from the house. Go to Aaron’s get some supplies. Tell Rick and make a week of it. How’s that sound. Just us outside the walls for a week?”

Lifting the side of his thumb to his mouth Daryl chewed and picked at it for several minutes, glancing over to where Sasha had wandered off to.

“Would you like that?” You whisper stepping forward slowly. Reaching up you wrapped your fingers around his wrist gently caressing your thumb across his skin, gentling his hand back to your side away from his mouth. Blue eyes met yours and you couldn’t help but swallow the thick nothing that got caught in your throat.

“Yeah…” He murmured. “Yeah let’s get the hell outta here.”

The ride to no where was soothing for the both of you. The rumble of the bike both lulled you into calm and ushered in a heat neither of you could ignore. Holding tight to Daryl’s middle your hands roaming did nothing to help the situation. The first safe place you found became the loudest once secured.

Scratch marks adorned your back. Sweat dripped down both your skin as you pressed your lips together. Murmuring of I love yous all throughout the night.

When you both returned a week later. Throughly happy, pleasured, relaxed and with treasures a plenty for Alexandria; Eugene, Abraham, and Sasha stood alongside Rick at the entrance. Daryl looked back at you. Waiting for your blessing before turning off the bike. Patting his side you nodded. You’d hear them out.

“I… would like to throughly express my apologies.” Eugene said softly, waffling his feet. “I acted irrationally and inappropriately. That was completely unacceptable. I hope we can continue to be friends.” He finished, glancing to Sasha and Abraham.

Sighing you glanced to Daryl. The murderous glint and anger was gone. Though he was waiting. Watching. He was watching you. Waiting on your reaction as much as you were watching his.

“I forgive you.” You say turning to Eugene, hugging Daryl tight around his middle. “I forgive you but I’m not happy with you.” A relief washed over Eugene though he nodded a serious look to his face.

“Understood. I have crossed a line I should never have crossed. It will not happen again.” He murmured. Hugging Daryl softly as if soothing a growling guard dog you smiled. “Good.”

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

Olfactophilia

ST☆RISH - HE★VENS

TW FOR SEMI SUGGESTIVE CONTENT! These are my personal headcanons on what I think the idols would wear. You do not have to agree with me. I just dislike how Broccoli always gives their character merch scents like; apple or lavender. They are adult men in an entertainment industry. They usually get promotional items so I think that they have preferences... But I also have a thing for exploring the world around me with my nose first. I hope you enjoy.

Quick explanation; top notes, middle notes, and base notes are the length of how long the scent will last when applied. Top notes; 5 - 15 minutes / Middle notes; 1 hour / Base notes; Max of 6 hours

Reiji Kotobuki

Le Beau Paradise Garden by Jean Paul Gaultier Masculine Cologne Around 130 USD // 20,094 Yen

So I picked this mostly based on my perception of Reiji. I think he is so wonderful and silly. And the design of the bottle reminds me of him in a way that I cannot explain. His canon scent/associated smell from what I have seen is usually… Grass? Earth and forest smell. Which is fine. But I think he needs something… Cuter? Reiji is a big clown character so I think that something akin to lawn clippings isn’t as fun and whimsical as he is. So I chose this! The top notes are ginger, mint, water notes (these are molecules combined to mimic the ‘scent’ of clean freshwater!) and green notes(grass usually)! This is to create a very fresh smell when it’s first applied. The middle notes are coconut, fig, and salt. I really like this for Reiji because it’s masculine but also it feels almost… Like a mature beach trip. If that makes sense. In a fun way! Lastly the base notes are tonka beans and sandalwood so it all fades down to this which is very warm. Please imagine visiting the lake after a drive with him and spending the whole day together until night time!~! That kind of scent.

Reiji is always looking for ways to get you closer…

Ranmaru Kurosaki

Eros Flame by Versace Masculine Cologne Around 115 USD // 17,219 Yen

Ranmaru usually has something ‘spicy’ or amber for his scent which actually makes sense to me. But again usually when they say spicy it’s cinnamon and only cinnamon… Which reminds me more of Xmas than it reminds me of a sexy man. So I picked Eros Flame by Versace because I actually have smelled this cologne in person. A long time ago I smelled it and it wasn’t for me personally. But I can’t deny it smelled good. The top notes are mandarin orange, Madagascar pepper (spicy!), chinotto(sour and tart fruit that is similar to an orange), rosemary, and lemon. So it’s very citrusy on top and the scent is almost like… Potpourri? So it's a nice bowl of fruit when he comes in to hug you. The middle notes are geranium, pepperwood, and rose so it’s very floral and gently mixing in with the lingering fruit scent! Which can be a little intense but the bite of the spice smell remains. The base notes are vanilla, tonka bean, sandalwood, Texas cedar, patchouli, and oakmoss! Very calm and earthy smells with that hidden sweetness. I think it fits Ranmaru very well because he is very passionate, but there’s also a softness there!

Ranmaru wants to make sure you know that he likes you…

Ai Mikaze

MISSING PERSON by PHLUR Unisex Cologne Around 99 USD // 15,047 Yen

My original choice for Ai was Molecule 01 but I changed my mind. I like this much better. So my original choice was me viewing Ai Mikaze as physically what he is and not who he is which was very hurtful of me! MISSING PERSON is supposed to replicate the lingering scent of your lovers bare skin. It is intimate, but nonsexual. If I recall, Ai usually gets floral scents which actually does make sense for me. I just am not the biggest fan of the constant usage of lavender when it comes to idol merchandise. Ai is still a 'child' so... I will allow it. The top notes are bergamot (if an orange and a lemon had a baby that would be the smell), jasmine, and musk (powdery, sweet, feminine!). Imagine the person you love finally dry after a long and relaxing shower. The top notes are meant to imitate that, which I very much agree with... The middle notes are orange blossom, cyclamen, and neroli. These are all floral smells and as the top notes fade it's a lingering and pleasant smell that will leave you at ease. Finally, the base notes are white musk (more masculine!), white wood, and Australian sandalwood. As everything winds down you are left with a softness in the cologne that I really like for Ai. He is not just a machine made to replicate who once was. He is 愛!~!

As Ai grows and learns, you can see that he really is his own person...

Camus

The Omniscient Mr. Thompson by Penhaligon's Masculine Cologne Around 315 USD // 47, 747 Yen

This was also not my first choice but my first choice was so basic I forgot the name. This cologne is insanely expensive because the bottle is only 75ml for the price. Which isn't a lot but it is very strong... It is butler inspired, which Camus plays that role while on stage but also even outside of that the scent reminds me of him. In a good way! The top notes are lavender, pink pepper, and elemi (a type of amber with a pine smell!). It comes off as sweet and masculine. The scent tends to linger which it's like... "You will see me" if that makes sense. The middle notes are orris root (powdery earth smell), black pepper, and geranium. The pepper is back! But pink pepper and black pepper are different when it comes to colognes and perfumes. Pink pepper is more for a sweeter spice smell. Imagine a finely aged whiskey while black pepper is a biting spice meant to give you the feeling of intensity. So the middle notes are much warmer and mature than the top ones. Finally our base notes are vanilla, sesame, and oak! When it all fades down to the base as a whole... It's impossible to explain other than elegant. It is very strong scent wise but it fades quickly. So even before entering a room the smell is going to attract you. I am actually a very big fan of this one. I love almost every fragrance from this collection...

Camus knows that the smell will cling to your clothes when he's finished with you...

[platinumrosetail]

Hi I have a request

Can I request yandere Shadowpeach, dbk family and water spider and spicy noodles ( mk x red son ) x jade empire toddler daughter reader

Like the reader is a little toddler that was kidnapped by a Demon but got lost when she got away.and not only that but the reader half Demon as well like oh centaur but a dragon horse center. So it also the reason why no one knows about her. Cuz her dad keeps her safe. But also everon Knows she his daughter cuz of the choths. And how they Keep the reader with them. And is not giving them back

Please and thank you

Ooooh, I can definitely smell the absolute chaos coming from this hehehehehe!

Hope you like the finished post!!

Also I’m guessing by dragon horse centaur you mean what ba long ma/ao lei is right? If not then I’m sorry i misunderstood on what you meant😅

Warnings: noob author, female reader, yandere characters, absolute chaos, and others.

Characters: shadowpeach, dbk family, waterspider/silktea, spicynoodles.

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Shadowpeach:

You were just playing in the garden with Nezha when he had to leave four a short minute but that was when the demon that was hiding in the bushes decided to strike as he noticed how important you seemed to be and with how you seem to hold great power that you might of not even know about yet.

It wasn’t until you got to the human realm did you finally was able to get out of the hold of the demons hands and did the only thing you could do at the moment which was run from the demonic kidnapper. You had run as far as your little legs could which was pretty far as you’re half of celestial and half demonic.

You had soon met the successor of monkey king; mk, you heard of him before and how he reminds your father of a monkey demon that terrorized the heavens before you were even born, you honestly liked those stories when Nezha head told you about in case you came across the monkey or his family as a warning but you didn’t’t take it as a warning but more like a story that was for your bedtime so you happily went to mk once you realized who he was.

He didn’t know where you came from so he just thinks your a lost kid or maybe a orphan; which he hope wasn’t the case cause who would abandon a sweet kid like you? And decided to take you to his dads who’re on flower fruit mountain with his adopted sister bai he as they are training her for self defense and to control the remaining power that lbd had that is still inside her for when the demoness had possesed her as her host.

Sun was the second person to have meet you, he basically hugs you as you’re so adorable, though you do have a familiar aura about you and the fact that his eyes are showing him a bright glow to you that he can’t quite place at the moment but he know that it’ll come to him sooner or later but back to the main focus which is how adorable you have gotten by the second especially with those little nubs of your horns!! So adorable

(Just like you guys!! You’re all adorable and don’t let anybody tell you otherwise, unless you want to use a different term than adorable then you’re definitely a lot of wonderful things you want to be so don’t let anyone tell otherwise either 😁)

Sun quickly showed you to macaque and bai he as soon as mk explained what happened to you when you told mk what happened though you conveniently accidentally left out the fact that you’re the jade emperor’s daughter when you explained so now they think you’re a lost celestial child and decided to adopt you without the help of sun’s unnamed lawyer cause that would just have you taken away from them and you need to be raised by people like them anyway since your real parents can’t even save you from a demon kidnapping their child.

Which brings us to now. The demon who tried to kidnap you again and with the fact that your power you have yet to discover is driven the demon insane enough to not notice that he traveled to flower fruit mountain, a place he shouldn’t be as the sun family had just made you their own now which means the demon is soon to be dead as there is a punishment for trying to harm one of the sun family’s (the monkey are apart of the sun family like it’s said in jttw I believe.) sadly the now decease demon isn’t the only threat to separate you from them as your biological father soon was given word that you now reside in flower fruit mountain with the very monkey that made the heavens a disaster before you were born and with how you’re so young still the jade emperor fears that the blasted demon monkey would try and twist your mind into hating your real father.

Dbk family:

You had somehow entered the human realm when you were playing hide and seek with Nezha. Though you didn’t know that you entering would alert so many demons that went after you soon after you landed on safe grounds, though ones demon family sensed your powerful aura and went after it as it could help them finally defeat monkey king and his disciple mk; whose secretly redson’s boyfriend but he would never tell them at the moment with how things are now.

Though they are most definitely shocked to see but a child in a middle of multiple demons who still go by the olden ways of things, they almost had just let it happened if pif had a brief thought of Redson if he was in that situation and seeing him in the child’s place, so as fast as she could she took care of the demons who isn’t as much as important as the child in pif arms is.

This confused Redson more than Dbk but Dbk was still confused on his wife’s actions as this had never happened before until now. Though his confusion diminished as he saw the look his wife gave to the child then the next look she gave to him, it was a look that was similar to when they discovered Redson samadhi fire and something a mother would give for when they want to protect their child from harm that may come plus the innocent look you had given him when you noticed the direction the woman that is holding you gently is looking at.

They soon went back to their castle that is their home and soon to be your home though Redson is still confused but don’t know wether or not if he should ask or not but kept quiet anyway as you seem to need to be taken care of first at the moment.

Redson is the last to see you once you’re taking care of in case you heads wounds from those demolishing that surprised attacked you, he soon understand that maybe having you here is a good idea plus he also understands the way his mother and father acted towards you as now he soon feels that protective over you.\

The only person outside of his family that’s knows about you is mk but that soon wasn’t the case as he had accidentally let it out when he was asked about his day by tang and pigsy with mei and sandy being there as well, all o fthem became worried about you and made sure to ask about wether you’re ok and such for when mk was spending time with Redson.

Funny enough Redson was able to confidently show to his parents how the was dating mk which brought the over protectiveness in them but you soon calmed them down which Redson was grateful. Though what the bull family didn’t know is that now a l;it of people is wanting to have you safely in their arm,s once they got word about you, the jade emperor ins’t too happy how a demon family has his daughter that he wants to protect with his life.

Waterspider/silktea:

You met mo when you had accidentally got transported to the human realm by accident when you were exploring the celestial realm out of boredom as everyone you knew was sadly busy, though when you had met mo you soon had no fear or boredom as he took your mind off it with you two playing in the park.

Mo at first just thought you’d were a lost kid but soon noticed how you have some type of important outfit on and with the fact that you have a almost celestial and demonic aura about you which is why he soon took you to sandy ad huntsman.

Sandy and huntsman was just finishing up setting up their first date of the relationship that blossomed soon after the two met but was interrupted by mo coming in with you in tow, you were confused on where you were as you were solely focused on the mysterious blue cat and was shocked to see someone that was big and funny enough resemble the cat as well plus with a demon which you could only guess from your knowledge is a spider demon, you also guessed that the one that resemble the cat was a sort of fish demon but you decided on not saying anything as to not be rude and assume things.

The two decided to put their date on hold for now as you seem to need to have comfort with how your’e lost from your home now. They also thought you were of a rich family but huntsman was the first to noticed your almost Yang yang like aura soon after and quietly told sandy about it.

Though sandy did think that you might have something to do with celestial beings so he wasn’t as shocked as huntsman had thought he would be but sandy quickly explain why he wasn’t as shocked as he thought sandy was which made sense as he remembers how sandy was right about his friends being reincarnations of the disciples from the old journey to the west.

Sandy had shown you to pigsy, tang, mk, and mei while huntsman had shown you to syntax, strong spider and a still recovering spider queen who somehow survived lbd betrayal that almost killed the queen.

What the two didn’t know is that your very much important than they thought you were and that you’re the daughter of the jade emperor but of course the two is ready for anything that would try to take you away as they had soon thought of you as part of their family plus they have friends who feel the same so now it’s war between the two groups.

Spicynoodles:

You snuck out of the celestial realm as were tired of seeing the same thing over and over again and want to do something new like what some humans do from what you heard of.

You met mk when you had gotten hungry though it was only brief as he need to do his deliveries for pigsy, though you did get to met his some of his adopted parents. You had given pigsy your order with a pouch of many celestial currency like you’ve done before in the celestial realm when you wanted something from there.

Mk soon properly met your as you had stayed in the restaurant still and have not left as you didn’t know the time had past so much and cause you were having a nice chat with tang who was interested in your stories that you had from when you were in the celestial realm of course tang didn’t believe you and thought these were only you imagination of what it could be like if you were to be there but that is far from it.

Pigsy was intrigued by you but also worried as no kid should be left alone, as he should know as he has mk and tang to look after and their basically children with how the two get in trouble plus putting mei in the mix as well so more than a disaster.

Mk had started hanging out with you plus mentioning about you to both his monkey dads and his boyfriend; Redson, all of them curios about their little one that had mk distracted a lot.

Redson met you first as he couldn’t help his growing curiosity plus he started getting jealous how almost all the time mk was with is about if you’re ok so he went to both meet you and see if you’re as important as mk makes you out to be, which is very important as he can feel both celestial and demonic power coming from you but that makes him protective over you as there is many beings who would want that power as well since he had something similar when he was born so he now protects you with mk and soon adopted you as their child.

Sun, macaque had met you afterwards, some were offended to be close to last for meeting you (cough, cough *sun* cough, cough) but it’s mostly jokingly tease as they soon was distracted by you for the rest of the day that they had finally met you on; mei and sandy met you sooon after mk properly met you so they definitely know you beforehand. With how overprotective everyone you have met you the jade emperor most definitely won’t be getting his daughter back anytime soon.

(A/n: finished! Hoped y’all like what i did with it!! I tried to make it different on how they met the reader so i hope i did a good job. Anyway hope all of y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!!)

[rockingrobin69]

Strumming, Gentle

From the open window came the smell of frying garlic and of olive oil, and the singing, low and slightly off-tune. Delight was humming like a string of fairy lights in Draco’s chest, swirling like the wine in his glass, tangy-sweet.

“Almost ready,” Harry called. Then the clatter of dishes. To the rhythm of his steps around the kitchen, “Bring it back, bring it back,” the screen door creaking open, words curling in the steam pouring out to the little garden.

Then Harry was there too, with two plates and a grin. In his apron, ‘kiss the chef’(S ARSE, added in sharpie on the plastic), in his curly hair all mussed, lovely under the soft lamplight. “Hope you’re hungry.”

Draco never knew what true hunger meant until he had this: at his very fingertips, warm skin, Harry’s kissable lips and neck and chin and earlobe. And arse, wiggling in his jeans to the still-audible strum of guitars. “Love of my life,” with his eyebrows up, this unbearable look.

“Hmm?” startled and—“Sorry. Bon appetite. I mean, thank you.”

“Draco,” laughing, far more musical than the actual song. “It’s true, you know.”

“Shut up,” flushed deeper than the tomatoes on his plate. “This is… it’s more than enough.”

Harry was merciful. Taking his hand, pressing a little kiss to his palm. “Eat. It’ll get cold soon.”

“I would, only, there’s this twat who won’t let go of my hand.” When Harry’s fingers slackened their grip, Draco’s tightened. “I… you know that…”

“I know,” gently. “Eat, darling.”

The words he couldn’t say lodged in his throat, and this dizzying feeling, a headrush of it, of the knowledge, the certainty. Instead of trying to make all that into something coherent, Draco picked up the fork with his other hand, aimed for a bite. Missed, his eyes too focused on the laughing lines on Harry’s face, on the tilt of his smile growing and growing.

“Good,” Draco said, about a forkful of air. The garden was quiet, song finished, night-cold and bright with the lights they hung together. Smelling of vines and of lavender, of jasmine and garlic, of Harry’s spicy aftershave and sweet, sweet lips.

“Good,” Harry agreed, or perhaps challenged. Hand still in Draco’s, leaning back against his chair with this wonder in his eyes. They both stayed there, frozen for a moment, until Harry swallowed, a big gulp of it.

Threading their fingers together, taking a deep breath. Back in the kitchen, the old wireless started the next song, something lively and upbeat that Draco could barely hear. His heart, raucous in his chest, and Harry’s breathing, and this joy, still humming inside him. Bright and wild. Happiness and something more, something sure.

“Draco,” Harry laughed, “your food. It’s getting—”

“Cold. I know.” Only moving to get closer, to lean his head on Harry’s shoulder. “You’re such a bloody wanker.”

“Honestly,” voice thick with affection. “If I’d known serenading got you so flustered, I’d have done it long ago.”

“Shut up,” burying his face in the crook of Harry’s neck. “Gods, you’re unbearable.”

“Yes, you really seem to struggle. Another glass of wine, darling? To help you cope.”

“I’ll take the whole bottle if it’ll make you quiet,” growling so as not to smile. Smiling anyway. “Now will you just eat your food that you worked so hard on? You can make fun of me all you want later.”

“Sweetheart,” outraged, “I’m not making fun of you.”

“Of course not.” Another nip to his collarbone.

“Fine, only a little bit.”

The radio sang, don’t stop me now, and Draco thought, yes, please, never do. Let this last forever, the maddening smell of Harry’s perfect pasta and the even-better taste of his skin, the nip of his stubble against Draco’s cheek and the lights and the flowers and the night.

“Draco—”

The tone of his voice alone was enough. Draco’s head shot up, and he swallowed the rest of Harry’s words directly from his mouth, electric and dazzling. Head-spinning, breath-stealing, soul-shattering, and somehow Draco found himself sliding out of the seat and to the grass. Tucking himself between Harry’s legs, blinking an innocent look through his lashes.

“Draco,” urgent this time.

Smiling: “I thought you wanted me to eat.” Kissing the bulge straining under Harry’s tight jeans. “Please?”

“Fuck.” Taking Draco’s head in both hands. “Darling, I… you’re perfect, did you know that?”

“Hmm. I’ve been told once or twice before.” Taking the zip in his hands and pulling, slowly, slowly.

“Draco!” giggling hysterically. “You—what about your food?”

“Forget the bloody pasta, Harry. Sing to me.”

“What?”

Stroking his thigh, as soothing as he could get with the wildfire of desire licking his insides. “That song from before. The one with the… guitar. I want to hear it with your cock in my mouth.”

“You are fucking impossible,” Harry said, pure reverence in his tone.

“Correct. And you—love me.”

Bending to kiss his cheek, then the other. “I do.”

“Then indulge me.”

Harry laughed, shook his head, hands still cupping Draco’s face. “When you said you wanted to have dinner in the garden,” but he kept caressing his jaw with a thumb. “Okay, you perfect creature. Whatever you want, always.”

This was what he wanted. The shakiness of Harry’s voice, singing interspersed with moans and occasional shrieks. Love of my life, and Draco thought, yes, just like that.

(Flufftober day 10. Find the soft AO3 collection here).

[breakerwhiskey]

057 - FIFTY-SEVEN

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[click, static]

Another gas station today, right over the border in Wyoming and they had this tiny little buffalo toy at the counter. He’s sitting on my dashboard now, watching over the road as I drive.

Maybe there’s something perversely ironic about that. The image of a buffalo being forced to watch a paved road pass underneath him when the road’s very existence is part of the reason that he and all of his brethren got decimated in the first place.

Maybe I’m overthinking it. [click, static]

My dad used to get me all these things like this from truck stops along his route, stuff like this little buffalo. Some kind of tchotchke—a keychain, a pen, a magnet. Anything that had the name of a city or the image of a monument on it. I loved all of those souvenirs, would keep them in a row on top of my dresser like some kind of shrine to the great American road trip.

[click, static]

Every trip he always made he brought one of those things back for me. And when he could—when the season was right—he would bring back a jar of homemade jam for my mom. He would never buy it at a store or anything like that—only ever from a roadside stand. So it had to be summer, usually, and he had to happen to pass one. And then...well, I think he’d probably spend twenty minutes picking out exactly which jar he wanted to get her, because he’d only ever bring one back, but he’d tell us all about the farmer who sold it to him and the other types they had.

You know, he’d talk to the farmer for a while, ask them what their speciality was, if there was a jam they liked best, or if they had any fruit

varieties that they’d come up with themselves. The weirder, the better. The more regional, the better. Any time dad came home with a jar of jam it was like a little holiday—we’d spread it over toast for dessert or sometimes we’d just eat it straight from the jar.

[click, static]

God, it all sounds so provincial. Not that that’s...bad, but you’d think I’d grown up at the turn of the century, not the forties. But that was the thing about rural living, I guess. And I think—well, during the war, my parents got used to austerity. So even when it was all over and my dad went back to driving his usual route and not delivering supplies for the military, there was still the sense that every bit of sugar or fresh fruit was a luxury.

Maybe that’s why I’ve never really needed very much to be content. [click, static]

My mom loved jam—would make it herself every late spring from the big blackberry bushes we had behind our house. She’d experiment with different kinds too—the classic sweet blackberry jam, savory, spicy blackberry jams that we’d put on toast with cheese, blackberry jam mixed with vinegar in one of her few completely failed attempts. From late May through all of June, our house would smell like blackberries.

I don’t really like blackberries anymore. Just the smell of them makes something inside me ache. Harry...

[click, static]

Harry stopped growing them in our garden after the first year. I think, somehow, she knew.

[click, static]

[ikeromantic]

First of all I wanna just say that you are AMAZING!! ❤️❤️🥰 I love your blog and everything you write, you are such a good writer and totally know these characters so well!

Your Leonardo re-write of his route is my absolute favorite fic EVER! ❤️ I have reread it so many times!! I was hoping it'd be alright to request a fic, drabble with Leonardo, if that's okay? Something angsty, spicy, comforting, if that's a thing?

Possibly something where, we all know Leo is very "mature" seeming and even said in the game that while intimate doesn't react or make much noise. He also seems to prefer to have his partner from behind (in almost all his stories.) Well as much as I love this man...er, vampire. These traits would make me a bit insecure. Like he is not enjoying it or he doesn't want to actually look at me during the deed. It would make me pull away from intimacy so he wouldn't have to "deal with me."

Would it be possible for an MC the same way? How would Leonardo handle this?

I'll understand if this is too much though. Anyway thank you so much for all the wonderful content! Have a fabulous day! 🥰❤️

This was a lovely ask. Sorry it took me a bit to get to it, anon! Approx. 1700 words with a dash of spice, a pinch of angst, and a helping of comfort. I hope you enjoy ^_^

Leonardo saw his cara mia in the hall, dusting baseboards. She was bent down, moving in a line, her head nodding to some music only she could hear. It was adorable, and it made him smile. Even when doing chores, she moved with joy. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up.

She squealed and kicked out before realizing it was him. “Leo! You bastard! You scared me half to death!”

“Oh? Did you expect someone else to grab you from behind, piccolina?”

“No. That’s the point. I wasn’t expecting it,” she said with a pout. “Now put me down.”

Leo chuckled. “I don’t think I will, cara. It’s been days since I got to spend any time with you. I think I’ll just keep you for myself today.” He placed a kiss on the back of her neck. At first she reacted the way he expected her to, inhaling sharply, a little tremor running down her spine. Then she tensed up and pulled away.

“Put me down. Please. I promised Sebas I would get this done today.” 

“Sure, cara. Sorry.” He rubbed a hand through his hair, feeling a bit confused. “Bad timing, I guess?”

She nodded. “Y-yeah. Anyway, let’s . . . let’s hang out tonight, ok? I’m sorry I’ve been so busy.”

Leonardo couldn’t help but notice the way she looked to the side as she said it. There was something wrong, but he could tell she wasn’t going to talk about it. “I’ll see you tonight then. My room.” He kissed the top of her head. 

That won a small smile from her. “Ok. See you then.”

The rest of the day, she was in Leo’s thoughts. Maybe he’d really frightened her. Or . . . had he done something days ago - something that caused her to avoid him like this? He didn’t remember anything, really. They’d gone out for a picnic. Spent time in the gardens. Then made love in her room. He pushed her up against the window so they could both look out at the moonlight and the scattering of stars. It had been perfect. 

Or, he thought so. She seemed pleased although . . . she had left to clean up in a hurry, and went to bed without giving him a kiss. Leonardo settled his head in his hands. Give a man a thousand years, and women would still be a mystery. Whatever upset her, he only hoped he could make it up to her. His cara was everything.

That night, he waited in his room. He even cleaned off the seating, piling his books and papers higher in the corners. Nervous, he opened his window and lit a cigarillo. The sweet smell of the tobacco settled him as much as the ritual of smoking. 

Above him, the stars moved in a slow waltz across the night sky. The moon crept up from the horizon, hanging over the mansion, sickle-thin curve aglow. His door opened. 

“Cara.” He turned to look at her. 

She gave him a tremulous smile, her expression so shy and full of an unspoken sadness that it reminded him of her first days in Paris. 

Leonardo wanted to pull her into an embrace. To kiss the worry from her brow. But not every heartache could be so easily solved, and he determined to listen first. 

“I wasn’t sure you were still up. Your light is off.” She smiled and came in, closing the door carefully behind her. 

He gave a low chuckle. “And miss my first time alone with you this week?”

Heat rose in her cheeks and for a moment, her eyes met his. Then they skittered to the side, focusing on the sky outside. “Sorry. Again.”

“Don’t apologize.” He closed the distance between them, blocking her view of the window. “Just look at me, cara.”

Slowly, she tilted her head up as if it cost her great effort to do so. 

He sighed and stroked a finger along the line of her jaw. “What is this I see in your eyes?”

“N-nothing.” She bit her lip, thinking. Then she seemed to come to some conclusion. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him toward her as she rose up on her toes. Her lips met his in a hungry kiss. 

It was unexpected, but not unwelcome. Leo met her lips with a thirst of his own. Parting her lips with his teasing tongue, wrapping his arms around her to pull her flush against him.

His cara slipped her hand under his shirt, her nails drawing down his sides. 

Leonardo felt the sting of it, and it only made him want her more. He began to tug her shirt from her skirt.

She was just as eager, her hands sliding down to his hip. One came around to cup his hard length through the thin cloth of his trousers, stroking him while she undid his belt. 

Her shirt fell to the floor, followed by her skirt. The thin, pale starlight hid the sight of her from him, but he didn’t need to devour her with his eyes when he could map every bit of her with his lips and tongue. 

A moan broke from her throat, raw and needy. She bit his shoulder, sending a shudder through him and muffling her cries.

Leonardo wanted to draw this out, but he needed to feel her. To be in her, to possess her as much as he felt possessed by her. He turned her, easing her legs apart. But then he stopped as he felt her tense. Instead, he kissed from the nape of her neck down her back. 

She relaxed a little, but after a moment, stepped away from him. 

“Cara . . . what is it?” He held a hand out to her. 

“I . . . I can’t. I can’t do this.” She bent down and picked up her shirt. 

Leonardo watched her as she pulled it on, confusion and hurt in his wide amber eyes. “Is there someone else?”

“What?” She stopped with her skirt in hand. “No!” 

“Then what is wrong? I can’t help if you won’t tell me.” He sat back on his bed, still watching her. “Didn’t we promise to be honest with each other? No matter what?”

She sniffed, wiping at her eyes as if to rub away tears. “I don’t remember promising that.”

“Well. Tell me anyhow.” 

“I . . .” she sighed and plopped down in the chair he’d cleared off. “Do you even really like me? The way I look?”

“Like you?” Leonardo blinked. “Cara mia, I love you. You are the treasure of my heart. You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. Why would you ask me that . . . why now?”

She made a sound somewhere between a sob and a laugh. “Y-you never look at me when we make love. And - and never make a sound. I-I don’t even know if you’re enjoying it!”

He saw the silvered gleam of tears in the corners of her eyes before she wiped at them furiously. Leonardo was too stunned to say anything but he held his arms open and she fell against him, burying her face against his chest. He stroked her back, his eyes staring at some distant point while his thoughts gathered. 

Leonardo was a genius. He could design mechanical devices, musical instruments, paintings, sculptures, and a thousand other things he might turn his mind to. But he had yet to understand the vagaries of the heart or the pitfalls of love. It took him some time to think through where all of this went wrong. The answer came slowly. 

“Cara. I’m sorry.” 

She looked up at him, sniffling. Her eyes were red rimmed and her cheeks, tear-stained. “What? No this . . . it’s my fault. I know you love me. I just . . . I don’t know . . .” 

He smiled at her, his eyes warm and gentle. “No. This is all me, cara. You can’t take the credit this time.” 

That brought a little smile to her lips, a question on the tip of her tongue.

Leonardo took her chin in his hand, wiping the dampness from her cheeks with the pad of his thumb. “I am sorry that I didn’t ask you what you wanted. I thought,” he cleared his throat, “I thought in that position it would feel better for you. But I should have asked. You’re a smart girl. You know what you want.”

She studied his expression as if she could discern the truth from the set of his jaw and the flutter of his lashes. “I . . . I do like it. But maybe we could other things? I want - I want to see you when we make love. Your eyes. Your face.” She was serious now, her gaze intent. “I want to hear you.”

He chuckled, feeling a flush creep up his own cheeks. “Hear me, cara?”

“Mhmm.” She traced her fingers over the bitemark on his shoulder. “I want to hear you enjoy the things I do to you. I want you to tell me how much you like it.” Her whole face was hot as she said this, and she could not keep meeting his eyes.

Leonardo felt oddly shy about this. He’d never been a vocal lover. But for her, he thought, he would try. Even if he felt a little . . . silly . . . what was that to him, if it made her happy. 

Slowly, he brought his face closer to hers and shared a sweet kiss. “I never want you to doubt, cara mia. I love you. Will you promise to tell me next time I make you unhappy?”

“I promise.” She snuggled onto his lap. 

“Good.” He stroked her hair. “And I promise to ask what you want.” He leaned close, letting his lips brush the curl of her ear. “So tell me, cara, what do you want?”

She shivered, turning her head so that she could look him in the eyes. “You. If - if you still want to . . .” She swallowed. 

Leonardo laughed. “Cara mia, tesora. I want you. Always. Right now and tomorrow and every day after.” He set his other hand on her leg and slid her skirt up her thigh. “Now, you must tell me what you want me to do.”

She surprised him by laughing as well, and pushing him down into the tangled bedsheets. “I think . . . I think I want you to lay here and tell me if - if you like what I’m going to do to you.” Her expression was all nervous excitement, hopeful and anxious all at once. 

“Alright cara. I’ll do my best to sing for you.”

[fruitchouli]

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[suicidesiren]

🌹perfume recommendations (my photo)

these are what I would think lana del reys music would smell like, basically. all these scents are seductive + alluring and smell absolutely amazing. please read until the end! i included some very helpful websites to score perfume samples for cheap (sadly I haven’t found samples for all these perfumes, some of these do but they are all just my personal favs), that way you don’t end up blowing money on a full size bottle you hate! reblog?🎀

1.femme noir by jean marc paris

a bossy, seductive, feminine, sweet, and mysterious perfume with dominant notes of strawberry, and citrus. middle notes: black orchid, patchouli. base notes: french vanilla, sandalwood.

2. victorias secret bombshell intense👠

a spicy, fruity, sexy, and sophisticated (my bf literally goes feral when i wear this lmao) with key notes of luscious cherries, red peony, and sultry vanilla.

3. crème vanille - le monde gourmand 🧁

smells so amazing. you will literally smell like a bakery. this is the perfect vanilla, brown sugar, sweet perfume. i love layering this with sugar cookie dreams by aeropostale or vanilla bean noel by bath and body works

4. versace bright crystal-absolu 💎

if you want to smell expensive and sexy this is it. if you know what the O.G. bright crystal smells like, that fresh, clean floral scent. then this perfume smells like that with a pomegranate and raspberry twist. i like this one better, honestly.

5. sweet by lolita lempicka 🍒

i absolutely ADORE this one. it’s a fun, flirty, fruity, floral, sweet gourmand fragrance with notes of cherry, sugar, cacao, almond, and vanilla. it is so intoxicating and is seriously an amazing cherry like scent.

6. meow! by katy perry 🍬

a flirty, fruity, gourmand, and fun scent. this fragrance has notes of pear, vanilla, caramel, mandarin orange, and very delicate florals. i personally think it also has a hint of cotton candy but that isn’t listed as a note. this scent is not very mature, but more lighthearted + girly!

7. live irrèsistible rosy crush by givenchy 🌹

this is the most perfect rose, florally perfume i have ever smelled. it is not overpowering, but is very obvious it is a floral scent. you’ll smell like an expensive bouquet of roses + a fruit arrangement.

8. garden by dolce + gabbana

this perfume is the perfect mixture of fun and sophistication with a floral+fruity scent background. with notes of coconut, neroli, vanilla, almond milk, and florals. it is super tropical but flowery at the same time.

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[strawberry--bride]

DIABOLIK LOVERS Haunted Dark Bridal ー Sharon’s Route [PROLOGUE]

Monologue

The most painful thing in this world,

is losing your home. Your place-to-be.

No matter how dire the situation,

if you are surrounded by people who love and care for you.

No obstacle is invincible. 

Then ーー Where do I belong?

Having long lost the place I once considered home.

I spent many years in a place which would provide for me. 

I had food, a roof above my head, a warm bed to sleep in at night.

But could I truly call this my home? 

Those doubts would lurk in the back of my mind, keeping me up at night.

Until one day, I was made a special offer. 

If I complied, I would be given the thing my heart longs for the most.

ーー A new home.

Location: Sakamaki Manor ;; Outside

Sharon: This is the place, right...?

( Woah...Amazing. I’ve never seen a house quite this big. They even have a garden! )

*Knock knock*

Sharon: Excuse meー! My name’s Sharon. I’m supposed to move in here today! 

...

...

( No response...? How strange. They should have been informed through the Church. )

*Knock knock*

Sharon: Hello...? Anybody home...!?

Sharon: ( What to do...? There doesn’t seem to be anyone home right now. It’s already getting dark. I can’t just stand here all night either. )

*Creaaaaak*

Sharon: ...Huh? Did the...door just open by itself?

( Does that mean I can go inside? I feel a little hesitant just entering someone else’s home butーー I was told I could live here so it should be fine, right? )

She enters the manor.

 Location: Sakamaki Manor ;; Entrance Hall

Sharon: Just as I thought, the inside is equally spacious. I can’t imagine just one person living in such a large house all by themselves. Cleaning must take quite some time as well.

She puts down her suitcase.

*Thud*

Sharon: Phew...

( ...It’s so quiet. Almost as if the house is deserted. I wonder if the owner is out at the moment? In that case, I should probably wait in the living room. )

Sharon looks around.

Sharon: I guess it’s...that way?

*Rustle*

Sharon: ...!!

( I...Did I just...step on something? It felt...strangely soft and... )

???: ーー Oi.

Sharon: ...Kyah!

Sharon: ( A person...!? Oh my gosh. I just arrived here and the first thing I do is step on someone! )

???: ...

Sharon: I’m terribly sorry! I didn’t think there would be someone lying on the floor and...!

( ...Speaking of which, what were they doing down there anyway!? ...Sleeping? No way, right? When you have a house this large, you definitely don’t need to use the floor as a bed... )

???: Haah...

Sharon: Oh no! Are you feeling ill, perhaps? In that case, I shall call a doctor right away!

???: ...You’re loud. How am I supposed to enjoy my Rachmaninov when you’re screaming the place down? 

Sharon: Rach...mani...? ...E-Either way, if you’re not feeling sick, then what were you doing on the floor?

???: Wasting his time away listening to music rather than making himself useful, per usual, I would assume. Well, I suppose it is best not to have any expectations of this man in the first place, as he will only let you down in the end.

Sharon: ...!? 

( A voice...? Out of nowhere...!? )

Sharon: ...Wah!!

( Where did he come from...? )

???: Now, who might you be?

Sharon: Ah...I’m sorry! My name’s Sharon. I’m an orphan at the Catholic orphanage downtown. I was told by our related Church that the resident of this manor has been so kind to take me in. Are you...perhaps the owner?

???: ...I see. It seems you are the next...sacrifice.

Sharon: Excuse me?

???: Nothing. I was simply talking to myself. ...Ahem. My name is Sakamaki Reiji. The second eldest son of this family and one of the residents here. ...The man you had the ‘honor’ of meeting earlier is Shuu. While you may not suspect so given his deplorable behavior, he is - quite unfortunately - my elder brother.

Sharon: Reiji-san...and Shuu-san, was it? It’s a pleasure meeting you both!

Shuu: ...

Reiji: I assume that is your luggage over there? A room has been prepared for you. We will have one of our servants bring everything upstairs.

Sharon: Thank you very much!

( Thank god...So there wasn’t any mistake after all. )

Sharon: Oh! Right! I actually brought a little gift with me! They’re homemade muffins I made this morーー

*CRASH*

Sharon: ーー ning...!?

Startled by the loud noise, she drops the box with muffins.

*Thud*

???: YOU FUCKIN’ BASTARD!! I swear once I get my hands on youーー! 

???: Ahaha! I can’t believe you actually fell for that one! Lame-o!

Reiji: ...

Shuu: Haah...

Sharon: ( H-Hold on, hold on, hold on! Eh? Eeeeh!? I’m not dreaming, right!? That person just punched a hole through the wall!? )

Reiji: Ahem. ...Allow me to introduce. The one who destroyed the wall is the youngest son, Sakamaki Subaru. Next to him is Sakamaki Ayato, the eldest of the triplets. 

ーー You two, explain this situation at once!

Ayato: ...Che. Reiji. I didn’t do anythin’! Not my fault that Subaru ate those prank chocolates I left out on the kitchen counter.

Subaru: Fuck off! You definitely did that on purpose! ...I can still feel my mouth burnin’...!!

Sharon: ( ...Prank chocolates? I guess he means those filled with mustard and other spicy condiments, right? I didn’t know people actually bought those. )

Ayato: Of course! I was hopin’ to catch Kanato. Can you imagine what kinda face he would make when poppin’ one of those bad boys in his mouth?

???: ...Say, did you hear that, Teddy? ...I hope Ayato sleeps with one eye open tonight. He might just run into...unfortunate accident.

Sharon: ...Eh!?

( Another person just appeared out of thin air!? )

Ayato: Keh. The lunatic’s here.

Reiji: Sakamaki Kanato, the middle triplet. 

...Kanato, If you wish to commit a homicide, please do so outside of the walls of this manor. It takes forever to remove blood stains from the carpet.

Kanato: I don’t recall having to take orders from you.

ーー However, you’re lucky as I happen to be in a good mood right now. I believe I heard someone mention muffins? 

Sharon: ...Ah, yes! I made these myse...Huh? ...Oh.

Shuu: It’s not blood, but I think the carpet will need some cleaning regardless.

Reiji: Good grief...

Sharon: Oh no...! The box must have slipped from my fingertips when I heard the sudden crash and...

Ayato: Ah-ahー Look what you did, Subaru. It’s always the youngest child causin’ trouble.

Subaru: HAAH!? All of this started ‘cause you left those stupid chocolates out!

Sharon: ...They turned out really good too. What a shame.

Subaru: ...!! ...O-Oi...You...Um...My bad.

Kanato: ...Unforgivable. 

Sharon: Eh?

Kanato: ...HOW WILL YOU MAKE THIS UP TO ME!?

Sharon: ( W-Why is he getting upset at me all of a sudden!? It was obviously just an accident!? )

Um...I’m not sure...I could make some new ones later?

???: There, there, Kanato-kun~ Relax! Even if the muffins were wasted, there’s a delicious snack just waiting to be devoured...

*Rustle*

Sharon: ...!

( Someone wrapped their arms around me from behind!? )

???: ...Right here~ ...Nfu~

Sharon: ...Eh!?

( I-Is he talking about me!? )

Reiji: ...And finally, the youngest triplet, Sakamaki Laito. 

Ayato: Oi, Laito! No way you’re gettin’ the first taste again! I still haven’t forgotten last time!

Laito: Eeeh~? It’s not my fault you’re so slow, Ayato-kun~ However, if you’re so insistent on taking a bite out of her, I wouldn’t mind sharing, you know? I’m sure it’d make for a refreshing and thrilling experience~

Ayato: Geh! In your dreams, you perv!

Sharon: ( Taste? Bite...? Why are they talking as if I’m their food!? )

Excusーー

Shuu: ...Strawberries.

Sharon: Eh?

Kanato: What are you talking about? I don’t see any strawberries around.

Reiji: Shuu. Explain yourself.

Shuu: Your panties. They had strawberries on them.

Sharon: ...!!

( When did he...!? Ah! When I stepped on him...! )

Ayato: Pfftー!! Strawberries! How old are you, five? That’s hella lame!

Laito: Hm...~ Strawberries are not bad but with such a lovely body, I’m sure you could pull off something a little more erotic~

Subaru: ...

Laito: Oh, my bad~ I forgot baby bro was in the room. I suppose talking about a woman’s underwear is still a little too much for him to handle.

Subaru: S-Shut up...!!

Reiji: ...Enough! No more on this topic! ...Haah. Is it really that much to ask for you lot to behave? Just for one day?

Ayato: ーー Anyway, Reiji. Who’s this chick anyway? Tonight’s dinner?

Sharon: D-Dinner...!? I’m sorry but...Why are you all talking as if I’m food or something!?

Ayato: Shut it! Nobody asked for your opinion, Ichigo Pantsu.

Sharon: I-Ichigo paーー!? I have a name...! ...It’s Sharon.

Ayato: Yeah, yeah. I-chi-go Pa-n-tsu.

Laito: Hm~ This Bitch-chan does smell sweet just like strawberries. Perhaps I should call you ‘Ichigo-chan’ instead~?

Kanato: She really does. I’m sure her blood would taste just as sweet...Oh? What’s that, Teddy? You’d like to have a taste? Fufu...Good idea. I was just feeling a little peckish myself.

Reiji: Haah...I shall be in my study room. ...Ayato, Kanato, Laito. Please treat our new resident with some respect. It would be a shame to lose another one so soon.

Sharon: ...Wait, please! I’m afraid I don’t quite grasp the situation yet!

Reiji: Haah...Good grief. You must not be very smart, are you? Did you truly believe you would be allowed to stay here for free?

Sharon: ...Eh?

Laito: Nfu~ He’s right, Ichigo-chan. Everything in this world comes at a price. In your case...That would be the delicious blood pumping through your veins...

Sharon: M-My blood...? 

Ayato: Heh. You seriously haven’t realized?

Kanato: Teddy...Humans are truly so foolish, aren’t they?

Subaru: Che...Stop beatin’ ‘round the bush already and just tell her.

Shuu: We are Vampires. So the only thing a human such as yourself would have to offer, is your blood.

Reiji: In return, you will be allowed to stay here in this manor. Food, clothes and all other daily necessities willl be provided as well.

Sharon: Vam...pires? That must be some sort of joke, right? It was the Church who arranged this place for me! They would neverーー! 

Besides...Vampires only exist in fairytales!

Reiji: Good grief. This is why I simply cannot deal with humans. Not only are they incredibly foolish, they are horribly naive and trusting as well.

Subaru: In other words, you were set up. Just deal with it.

Sharon: ...

( No way, right...? This has to be some sort of mistake? Or a bad dream...? )

Shuu: Pwaah...Anyway, you guys do as you please. I’m going to my room to nap.

Subaru: I’m leaving too.

Reiji: Well then, if you’d excuse me now.

The three of them leave.

Sharon: ...

Laito: Oh dear~? Is that despair I see in your eyes? You poor little thing! Don’t worry, Laito-kun wil make sure to comfort you. After all, there is no better cure for betrayal than pleasure.

Ayato: Don’t be so down, Ichigo Pantsu! It’s not that bad of a deal! You get to offer your blood to Yours Truly after all!

Kanato: Fufu...I’m sure we’ll get along just fine. If you’re lucky, you might even make it into my precious collection one day~

Sharon: ...!!

She suddenly pushes them away.

*THUD*

Ayato: ...Woah!?

Laito: ...Aah~ Not bad, Ichigo-chan! I like myself a feisty girl at times!

Kanato: Ugh! ...What are you doing!? I nearly dropped Teddy just now.

Sharon: ...

She runs upstairs.

Location: Sakamaki Manor ;; Hallway

Sharon: Haah, haah, haah...

( Say, God...? )

( Is this my penalty...? )

( Are you punishing me for my crimes of the past...? )

Monologue

I just kept on running and running.

As said question repeated itself inside my head.

That must be it.

Those guys were exactly right. 

Humans are foolish. I was foolish. 

Foolish to believe I would be given a new home.

After all, people like me.

ーー They don’t deserve a happy ending.

ーー PROLOGUE: END ーー

[ Dark Prologue ] ->

[izukult]

Hello, can i request what types of scents the haikyuu boys would like/be attracted to on a girl? (Coconutty, citrusy, floral etc.)

THIS. T H I S. BAE YOUR MIND🤲🤲

hq boys & what kinda smells they like

characters: hinata, kageyama, oikawa, sugawara, yamaguchi, bokuto, akaashi, iwaizumi, matsukawa, kenma, kuroo, atsumu, lev

hinata shoyo

floral. this man is a simpleton. he thinks any kind of flowery perfume or soap is to die for. “you smell like a garden!” okay, hinata. definitely makes a very disgusting, very cheesy “if you were a flower i’d pick you first” joke.

kageyama tobio

tropical. i’m sorry but listen. LISTEN. he loves the coconut smells, he loves the ocean smells, he loves the tropic fruit medleys? how could he not? he’s a hungry motherfucker you pull up smelling like bananas and pineapple he will inherently want you.

oikawa toru

fruity. lol couldn’t help myself with that joke. while oikawa absolutely loves warm & full perfumes, he’s a sucker for fruit smells. it’s just cute! and yummy! and nice! feels comforting, welcoming, especially if you mix it with something else (blackberry & vanilla, peach & jasmine, etc)!

sugawara koushi

seasonal. i live by this. i will die by this. yes, he wants you to wear white pumpkin and chai while you get ready for halloween, yes he loves twisted peppermint while you decorate for christmas. oh? it’s spring? and you’re wearing floral perfume? well, isnt that just ironic. you’re wearing ocean breeze during summer break? it only makes sense.

yamaguchi tadashi

lavender vanilla. this one is pretty specific, but i think he would absolutely lose it over this. in a more generalized sense, i think he likes really warm scents over cooler fragrances but lavender vanilla is his achilles heel.

bokuto kotaro

rose water and/or coconut. something about it feels so calming to him? it’s a perfect mix of like natural & girly and it tugs at his heart

akaashi keiji

japenese cherry blossom. another specific one and i can’t really explain it but it just feels right.

iwaizumi hajime

warm vanilla sugar. a sucker for the classics. he has just always always loved this smell. associates it with being pretty? he doesn’t know why. it just feels comfy for him!!

matsukawa issei

hemp lotion. okay, this isn’t perfume or anything but i have this one specific lotion “hempz” and it smells so good and i guarantee this man would be in love with it. it’s my fav lotion ever 10/10 recommended

kenma kozume

citrus. he’s also a big fan of cranberry things, keep that in mind. there’s this perfume i own called “champagne toast” from bath & body works and i think he’d like it. definitely likes grapefruit and orange

kuroo tetsuro

“neutral” kitchen smells? cucumber melon, avocado, honeydew, apple, etc. it’s so nice to him? it’s like an off brand natural, but in a hot way. he loves v05 shampoo and conditioner absolutely.

miya atsumu

nature vibes. what can you expect from stupid country boy. loves lavender and honey, juniper breeze, wild honeysuckle, amber, other things. very honorable mention for sweat pea. he LOVES it. literally is obsessed with it.

lev haiba

“spicy” smells. ok so he absolutely loves cinnamon apple or carrot cake to be fair, i think he would be kind of a sweet tooth. but like? he does just like cinnamon / cinnamon and vanilla but please go light with it because that shit is so strong goddamn

as honorable mention(s), here’s my wife ( @chubbybunny111 ) being absolutely no help

and my 🤢 friend ( @rat-bastar ) also being no help

[ruvviks]

i need to be hit with gaige facts so 🫀👻🥞🐌🏡🪆 for my boy please <3

THANK U SO MUCH RENA AAAA the emojis refuse to show up for me on desktop so i hope i picked the right ones. and if i didn't then we will all simply ignore that <3 SHJFHDJGD

🫀 ANATOMICAL HEART: do they have any "upgrades" to their body, like cybernetic enhancements?

gaige has spent too long in the loop and it's turned him into a necron, which means he's kind of just. changing skin every now and then... like a snake... but then in a sort of decomposing kind of way but without the bad smell LMFAO he's simply just falling apart it's fine <3 it Does however also mean he's got heightened senses AND!! he can unhinge his jaw and he's got sharp fangs >:^) and he has darkvision. there's a lot going on there

👻 GHOST: do they believe in the supernatural or paranormal? have they ever had any "encounters"?

well he is basically considered to be part of the supernatural himself now so Yes SGHJFDHGJDF it's funny though because he used to like. not want to accept the reality he lives in (darkwater creek is stuck in some sort of a pocket dimension, there is no way out etc etc) which might also be why he tried to leave town that one time. and then he got stuck in the loop. and now he's part of the horrors himself <3 oops

🥞 PANCAKES: what's their comfort food?

LORE TIME BABEEEY ok so there's a diner in town called mickey's diner and they've got a sweet & spicy chicken waffle burger on the menu and gaige would kill a man for that burger. it's his all time favorite and he is forever glad that becoming a necron hasn't taken away his ability to taste because if that had happened he would've exploded the whole world with his mind

🐌 SNAIL: what's their happy place? do they have somewhere they can retreat to just chill out for a while?

as for right now, gaige only has his own apartment to vibe at </3 when he's Officially part of the gang he can also chill at their base of operations or at one of their places (i'm still working on the details for all of that teehee) and he would regularly do that because he doesn't like to be alone :(

🏡 HOUSE WITH GARDEN: where do they live? do they have a house to themselves or do they live with somebody, or something else?

gaige currently lives alone in a small apartment downtown :) it's one of the older buildings of the city and there's a lot of paranormal activity in it but he's used to that at this point LMAO if anything the phantoms can be good company to hang out with sometimes <3

🪆 NESTING DOLLS: do they have any collections or cool things around their living space? are they materialistic?

gaige has surprisingly little belongings :( he had to sell a lot of stuff at some point to be able to pay rent so his apartment is Very Empty right now... eventually he would spice it up more when he starts making money with the stuff he and the gang do but i'm still working on that so >:^) more details on the way at some point teehee

oc asks!

[vannahfanfics]

Atlas and Pleione

Category: Romance

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Shoto Todoroki, Momo Yaoyorozu

Hey, everyone! Here is my second story for the @todobowlbang! I had the pleasure of again working with @danyartime​, so make sure you check out her absolutely gorgeous art!

The pattering of the rain drummed in Shoto’s ears, filling his consciousness with white noise that was only interrupted by the rumbling of thunder overhead and the squeaks of his soles as he trudged down the water-slicked sidewalk. The water streamed over his form, slicking his bicolored locks to his forehead and running in rivulets down his pale face to soak into the fabric of his hero uniform. His shoulders hunched as if he bore the weight of the world; perhaps he was not Atlas incarnate, but Shoto did feel burdened, and this torrential deluge was simply the latest of many tribulations that he had faced throughout the day. The cold and wet mattered not, for his troubled mind barely perceived the sensations as it was too ladened by weariness and toil. All Shoto could think about was getting home, of shedding his costume and the mantle of hero for at least a little while. 

The white metal gate squeaked as he pushed it open, the hinges noisy due to the water saturating the metalworkings. The front yard was sodden with rain puddles spilling over onto the path of stone circles leading up to the porch; Shoto carefully picked his way across, careful not to slip on the smooth convex surfaces of the garden decor. He was relieved to feel the solid wood underneath his feet as he slowly, achingly mounted the three steps onto the veranda attached to his house. The porch swing swayed back and forth in the whistling wind, and Shoto’s aching knees protested for a moment, enticed by the promise of soft cushions— rain-soaked though they may be. However, Shoto persevered to stumble up to the front door, leaning against the frame for a second as the cold sapped the last bit of his strength. 

He pressed his forehead against the wood, closing his eyes as he breathed in ragged breaths. The water cascaded from his hair, streaming down the painted door in thick droplets. He was so exhausted that he momentarily entertained just curling up on the floor right there, whether he caught cold or not. Just as the last dregs of energy were about to melt from his body and allow his knees to buckle him into a heap, he heard something soft and sweet drifting through the wood. 

She’s singing, he thought with a sleepy smile as he heard the wordless melody drifting through the wood, carrying the warmth of home with it. He could hear her moving too, shuffling through the entryway as she passed from the living room to the kitchen. If he used his imagination, he could even fantasize the smell of what she was cooking; probably sweet-and-spicy curry, her favorite to make on rainy days like this. Shoto’s mouth watered at the promise of soft rice and savory meat steeped in thick, creamy sauce; guided by the phantasm of food, his hand gripped the doorknob and turned. As the door yielded, he stumbled over the threshold like a zombie, his primitive brain thinking only of dinner and the embrace of his loving wife. 

“Shoto?” came her honey-sweet voice from the kitchen, where she was probably stirring a pot on the stove. Oblivious to the water puddling with each one of his unsteady steps, he shambled down the hallway, dropping his house keys into the little ceramic bowl on the dresser on muscle memory alone. “Honey? Is that you?” she called again, louder. He thought he had answered, but maybe he hadn’t. He was so tired. His thoughts were blurring, and his vision too; the entryway blended together in a mess of colors and shapes, making him groan and sway dizzily. He slumped against the wall, smearing water across its surface as he leaned heavily against it and fought hard to remain conscious. 

“I’m so tired,” he whispered aloud, or maybe that was in his head. Was that a headache coming along? Or was that the rapid footsteps of his wife approaching? As the colors distorted, he reached out compulsively, hoping it was his lover’s blurry form approaching. He smiled dreamily as he felt her fingers link with his, squeezing tight as her other hand— so warm— smoothed over his pale, clammy cheek. 

“Shoto, honey!” Momo gasped in alarm. In his addled state, her voice was like an analgesic, sending him drifting into a dreamy state of euphoria. 

“Momo,” he slurred as he slipped forward, slumping against her. Momo squeaked and just managed to catch him, spreading her feet apart a little to brace herself against the man’s superior bulk. She laughed nervously as he nuzzled into her neck, breathing in her scent. He always thought she smelled like Earl Grey and vanilla, and no matter how many times the pleasant aroma graced his nose, it was just as intoxicating as the first time. “‘M home…” 

“Yes, I can see that,” she chuckled, realizing that he was unharmed and just thoroughly exhausted. She rubbed his back soothingly through the sodden fabric of his uniform; every stroke of her slim, manicured fingers sent warmth blooming over his cold skin, like fire-bursts erupting over a cold tundra. “Hard day?” she asked knowingly, and Shoto nodded into her shoulder in response. Momo tutted understandingly and pressed a kiss to his temple, leaving her lips lingering there for a moment as she allowed him to rest against her. Even just her bearing his weight for a few minutes restored a little bit of strength to him, enough for his clouded mind to clear and allow the sun of lucidity to shine again. 

“Cold…” 

“Let’s get you out of these clothes, honey.” Though his wearied body desired nothing more than to collapse against Momo for the rest of the night, Shoto forced himself to straighten back up, finally getting a clear look at his wife. She was wearing her favorite apron— the one with flowers on it that he’d gotten for her birthday— with a simple cotton dress underneath. Her long black hair was piled up on her head and tucked into place with a pair of decorative pins. Such a domestic look, and yet to Shoto she looked nothing short of a radiant goddess. Already, he was reaching out to hold her hips and snuggle her close, but she gently pushed his hands away. 

“You’re soaking wet, Shoto,” she reminded with a small giggle. Her hands painted patterns in his wet palms for a second before running up his arms, over his shoulders, to his front so she could slowly ease the temperature-stabilizing apparatus off his back. It fell to the floor with a clunk. Her hands skipped down his front, traversing the planes of his pectorals and abdominals, before deftly unclasping his belt to allow it to fall to the floor too. She paused for a moment and Shoto peered at her through slitted eyes, meeting her own gaze that glimmered with affection and adoration. She kissed his nose, then his cheeks, then his lips before pulling back ever-so-slightly. “Thank you for coming home to me.” 

Shoto’s eyes watered a little bit, the exhaustion making him a little emotional. Momo always told him that, every time he came home from hero duty, and he did the same for her. It was an unspoken promise to return home to the other no matter the circumstances, to fight through whatever danger they must to keep that vow. Shoto groaned and pushed forward, burying his face into her plume of downy-soft black hair and breathing in that smell of tea and vanilla he loved so damn much. 

“Of course. Always. Thank you for waiting here for me, my love.” 

“Always,” she echoed with another gentle kiss to his neck, her deft fingers pulling on the zipper of his costume to expose his chest. “You’ve fought so hard today. Let me take care of you, darling,” she whispered against the crook of his neck, making goosebumps rise wherever her warm breath ghosted over her skin.

Shoto had no qualms about that. If there was ever anyone he would completely surrender to, it would be her. She peeled the wet fabric away from his cold skin, shimmying it down his body until he was left in his boxers. Shoto stepped out of the sodden blue fabric as it fell to the floor with a wet slap. Momo wound her arms around his middle, stroking up and down his back with her fingertips as she pressed into him; as her body heat bloomed across his skin, chasing away the cold that had seeped down into his bones, Shoto groaned under his breath and hugged her tight. 

“Love you,” he mumbled into her hair. He felt her body shake as she chuckled heartily. 

“I love you, too,” she hummed, painting invisible patterns in the valley between his shoulder blades and leaning her cheek against his shoulder. They held each other like that for a minute, ignoring the water puddling around his rain-drenched clothes, before she quietly uttered, “Do you want to talk about it?” As she felt Shoto’s body go rigid, she hastily added, “You don’t have to, honey.” The tension melted from him then, and he slumped more against her. 

“... Not yet. Just be with me, please?” 

“Of course,” she nodded, but paradoxically pulled herself away from him. When Shoto tried to grab her again, a pitiful pout appearing on his features, she laughed and held him at bay with two hands on his chest. “I have to go turn off the curry. Why don’t you go get in bed, and I’ll meet you there in a minute?” When Shoto looked down at the clothes seeping water over the wood, she cupped his chin, tilting his face back up. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll clean it up. You’ll get cold again soon, standing out here in your underwear,” she said teasingly before skipping away like a fairy, the strings of her apron jumping as she bounced back into the kitchen. The chills beginning to propagate over his body trumped his desire to follow, so he immediately trudged to the back of the house, where their shared bedroom lay. 

He moaned shamelessly as he slipped into the freshly-washed sheets and down comforter, which smelled of the lavender fabric softener Momo liked to use. Face buried in the pillow with only the crown of his head peeking out above the fabric, Shoto relished in the warmth beginning to cocoon him. He was already beginning to drift off to sleep when Momo came. He grunted in protest as she pulled the comforter away from his head, only to find it replaced with a soft, fluffy towel. 

“Can’t have you catching a cold,” she laughed gently as she rubbed his hair with the towel. Shoto laid still, enjoying the gentle motions of her wringing the water out of his hair with the pleasant-smelling linen. Once she finished, she tossed the towel somewhere across the room and weaved her fingers through his bicolored locks to ease out the knots. A purr rumbled in Shoto’s chest as her fingers gently massaged his scalp too, and his eyelashes fluttered as he cracked an eye open to stare sleepily at her. “Better, love?” 

“I’ve been better since I walked in the door,” he said honestly. He smirked in amusement at the flood of pink that bloomed over her cheeks. Even after all these years, she still flustered so easily. 

“Do you want dinner?” she asked, looking away to hide her blush. Shoto shook his head, rolling on his side to loop his arms around her waist. Her hands came to rest on the top of his head as he nuzzled into her soft belly. 

“No. Jus’ wanna lay with you.” 

“All right,” she said softly. As Shoto scooched back across the bed to make room for her, still hugging her middle, she climbed onto the bed on her knees before shimmying down onto her side, snuggling up close to her husband. She hooked her leg over his, pressing so that every inch of their skin was touching, and Shoto responded by burying his face into her hair again. There were so many things about their relationship that Shoto loved, but the intimacy— the moments like this where he could let down his guard and bear his emotions freely— was perhaps the most important to him. It had always amazed him how Momo so effortlessly opened up her arms and let him in, held him close and whispered encouragement to him, loved him so deeply and wholly and purely that it made his heart ache. 

“Love you,” he repeated shakily and squeezed her tight, craving even more closeness even though it was nigh impossible. This time, Momo just hummed in response, her fingers tracing patterns over the muscles of his back. As her gentle motions and presence guided him down into a sense of calmness and ease, the stress of the day finally melted fully from his body, causing him to release a big sigh. He curled into her, tears brimming on his lashes as he finally began to process what he’d endured out there. 

“... I couldn’t save someone today. A little boy. I tried to get there, but… I just wasn’t fast enough,” he admitted in a hoarse voice. The tears dripped down from his eyes, threading her obsidian hair like dewdrops. He trembled as he fought the urge to retreat back into his shell because if Momo had taught him anything, it was that burying his trauma only made him feel worse in the end. The telling was as cathartic as it was painful. “Everyone told me that it happens sometimes, but… I still felt like such a failure.” 

“Oh, Shoto,” she crooned soothingly, pulling back from him to meet his teary gaze. She gently cupped his cheek, pushing his bangs out of his eyes before stroking his cheek with her thumb. “I know, honey. I probably can’t tell you anything you haven’t heard today.” Shoto leaned into her touch, staring at her miserably. Smiling softly, she pecked him on the nose. “But all the same, you will never be a failure to me. Sometimes we win, and sometimes we lose… What matters is that when things don’t go our way, we find the strength to keep going and make tomorrow a better day.” 

“Tomorrow is a better day,” he echoed slowly. 

“That’s right,” she nodded encouragingly, running her fingers through his hair again. “Even heroes have bad days, love. That doesn’t make you a failure; that just makes you human.” 

“I’m so glad I married the smartest person I know,” Shoto smirked, making Momo laugh and tip back her head. As her slim neck was exposed, ripe for the taking, he swooped in and pressed a few open-mouthed kisses to the smooth skin. She rumbled with a satisfied purr, continuing to stroke her nails along his scalp. After a minute of lavishing her neck in kisses, he relaxed back into her, drinking in that tea-vanilla smell and allowing it to lull him back into a state of drowsiness. 

“Go to sleep,” Momo soothed as she sensed him trying to stave it off in favor of cuddling with her for a few more moments. “I’ll be here when you wake up, love.” 

Tomorrow, when it’s a better day, Shoto finished drowsily, stifling a yawn. It’s true, he supposed, that even heroes had bad days… Some days, he really was Atlas, with the weight of the world bearing down upon his shoulders. But all it took was one glimpse of his Pleione— his Momo— to make him feel completely weightless, free, at peace.

Enjoy this oneshot? Feel free to peruse my Table of Contents!

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Twitter ー Ruki Mukami [2020 Compilation]

–> This post includes all tweets posted on the official Rejet Twitter account for Ruki Mukami (@DialoverRukiM) in 2020.

Shuu l Reiji l Ayato l Kanato l Laito l Subaru l Kou l Yuma l Azusa l Carla l Shin l Kino

February 14, 2020 (Valentine’s Day)

> This year Azusa will make chocolates by himself it seems.

> To think he’d want to make sweets by himself without relying on my help. He has come a long way.

> There’s this suspiciously spicy smell in the air…

March 14, 2020 (White Day)

> Do not ever forget about the feelings you put in to the chocolates you gave to me. If you wish to remain by my side, then you must learn to behave in a certain way as livestock.

> …However, you are a precious woman to me. I want to protect you. Don’t forget that either.

April 1, 2020 (April Fools)

> Our family-run cafe called ‘Mukami Dining’ is opening its doors today. A menu featuring home-grown vegetables is our main focus. I shall not ask for the impossible, but I highly recommend checking it out. I promise you shall not regret it. Detailed information can be found through the link below. #MukamiDining #AprilFools

April 24, 2020 (His birthday)

> What are you doing, Livestock? I thought that you had made elaborate preparations far ahead, but if you want to please me, there is still something left to do, no? Exactly. Come here. I shall not let this day end without holding you in my arms. My birthday may come to a close, but let us enjoy this comfortable night just a little longer.

May 4, 2020

> Some free time has opened up.

> I should use this as an opportunity to make a more time-consuming dish.

Juy 7, 2020 (Tanabata)

> The restoration of page number 37 from the recipe book Yuma ripped to shreds. #TanabataWishes

August 17, 2020

> When I buy clothes without trying them on, it happens that the fit around the chest and the circumference of the sleeves does not match.

October 21, 2020 (DL x Mayla Classic)

> There is something I’d like to discuss. Come to the kitchen.

–> Move to the kitchen

> Actually, after talking it over with my brothers, we decided that we should give you a little reward every now and then.

> While I was out doing groceries, I prepared an accessory which I thought might suit you but…This is strange, I could have sworn I put it here, but now it is gone.

> There’s no other option than to search for it. I have to get started on preparations for dinner, so you go look on your own. Yuma should be in the garden, so go ahead and ask him.

> It’s a gift from us. You must find it all costs.

> You have until dinner time to look for it. We’re having fried shrimp tonight. If you manage to find it, I’ll let you have some as well.

> Well then, get going.

October 24, 2020

> I think I shall make some takikomi-gohan today per Kou’s request.

--> 炊き込み御飯 or ‘takikomi-gohan’ is a traditional Japanese dish made rice, vegetables and fish or meat which all cooked together and then seasoned with dashi, etc.

> I am looking forward to using these seasonal shiitake. This rich fragrance and smooth texture...I was surprised to discover that store was carrying such high quality products.

> Speaking of which, Yuma should be growing pumpkins in the garden as well.

> I suppose I could make some simmered pumpkin as well.

October 29, 2020

> You truly are bothersome Livestock, making your Master accompany you till this late at night.

> I bet you will let your voice slip halfway through, then end up relying on me.

> You sure have some nerve, casually showing off your foolish sleeping face.

October 31, 2020 (Halloween)

> Homemade sweets, huh? You believe that I would be satisfied with some sugary treat? What foolish livestock you are. Think deeply about what you should truly give your Master. That being said, let me get straight to the point. Trick or treat?

November 9, 2020

> I find this season to be rather pleasant. It is the perfect weather to enjoy a good book.

> Speaking of which, I bought a magazine in which Kou is featured yesterday. I have to flip through it as well.

> Okay. You’ll be able to find it on the usual spot after I’ve finished reading it. (@Azusa)

November 19, 2020

> You should be in class right now though. (@Shuu)

> Don’t sleep.

November 25, 2020

> Letting your voice out already?

> I suppose that gradually becoming undone through my sweet actions, as you slowly sink into an abyss of pleasure is actually making you suffer instead. With that shameless body of yours which remembers the pain, you should even be left dissatisfied. Am I wrong?

> In that case, I shall give you a punishment next.

--> He literally says he will give her the ‘whip’. However, this most likely refers to the ‘carrot and stick’ technique which is called ‘ame to muchi’ or ‘candy and whip’ in Japanese. Therefore, ‘muchi’ is often used as a synonym for all punishments, not just whipping.

> I wonder what kind of reaction you will give me, if I were to thrust my fangs deep inside your body still bathing in bliss? I can picture your body twitching as you cry out loudly, like a pig being smacked by a whip.

> Go ahead and make some cute noises so you can satisfy your Master.

December 18, 2020

> Your fingertips are chapped. It can’t be helped, I shall put on some cream for you. ...What? I’m kind, you say? It seems like there’s somewhat of a misunderstanding here. Your body belongs to me, down to the tips of your fingers. Therefore, I simply won’t allow for it to be harmed.

December 19, 2020

> What’s wrong? You’re the one who offered we would rest up at a cafe. So don’t just look my way, but pick your drink already. For example, how about this jet black drink? A solitary black, refusing to be dyed any other color. Making a toast with these before getting drunk off the flavor of the deep abyss does not sound half bad.

December 24, 2020 (Christmas)

> The Christmas lights, huh? Not bad. I can only assume my past self would have lacked the ability to appreciate them, but things have changed. Just by having you by my side, they look this stunning.

[singingshutin]

The absolute rabbit hole of perfume and cologne I fell down after Hilda's and Leonie's two supports in Three Hopes (ajkgnsjfnns!!!)

Anyway, Hilda absolutely has made signature scents for each and every one of her friends (but I've only come up with hypothetical blends for a few).

1. Claude

With top notes of spicy ginger and fresh bergamot, the warm, citrus blend fades naturally into the middle and base notes of sweet frankincense and soft cedarwood: a striking scent that unfolds over time from fresh and bold to warm and earthy - with just that hint of spice and intrigue carried through from beginning to end.

He likes to apply the oil behind his ears or on his neck - the spicy-sweet concoction is a mood and confidence booster during long, tedious round table discussions.

2. Marianne

Soft florals lead off this fragile green blend, with lily-of-the-valley taking delicate yet center stage next to accents of jasmine and built upon the sweet scent of sandalwood: a light, pleasant scent that transforms over time from secret garden fairy to goddess of an enchanted wood.

She applies the oil sparingly to her inner elbows to avoid reapplication on wrists during long nights in the infirmary - wounded soldiers have become happily familiar with the delicate, creamy scent as she tends to their injuries.

3. Ignatz

Sweet wild chamomile is the first note in this perfume oil: a fresh, herbal scent that mingles in a delightful dance with heart notes of soft, woodsy lavender and rich base notes of resin and cedarwood. Peaceful forest scenery is the conjured image, soft and hazy as if in a dream.

He's got a sensitive nose and is prone to headaches - so on the rare, special occasions when he does use the perfume oil he applies a few drops to his chest or shoulders underneath his clothes. The fabric mutes the fragrance enough that he can enjoy its soothing effects along with any friends that are close enough to take in the familiar, calming scent.

4. Byleth

Dark and heady, this perfume oil is led by rich rose and intoxicating jasmine, undercut by the warm, sleepy notes of vanilla and musky patchouli, with just a hint of black pepper for a bright spice.

Considering a special friend of hers is rather sensitive to strong smells, Byleth is quite delicate with her application, only barely tapping the fragrance under her jaw. The scent on anyone else would probably be distracting, but the mysterious blend of rich oils meshes so well with her quiet, stoic demeanor that it only adds to the elegance of her presence.

Hilda is more than pleased.

It just so happens that rose and lavender pair very well together.

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[folklorefairyy]

Please what would wanda smell like

sweet -

like vanilla with notes of cinnamon - she’s got a really comforting energy and those are very cosy scents

i think the spiciness of the cinnamon is a sort of nod to the fire within her that only comes out at select moments and the vanilla is a sweetness that is rather felctive of her often dorky and sweet nature

i’d also say some very light floral notes like chamomile or something similar -

okie i’m not sure why but i feel like if she could wanda would garden lol so that’s a nod to that but in general she has the mum friend vibes and i feel like that’s a scent that feels mature but also really light and sweet

i also think something like lavender feels very much a wanda scent

she has this calming energy that still feels very sweet and there is a softness to lavender that i think wanda encapsulates rather well in her personality