#so for him to open up this much is an extremely unusual scenario

[s-talking]

"The very first time you felt anything?" She asks with a slight tilt of her head. That's very strange to her. Doesn't Envy feel anything at all? Emotions are a part of life! How could he not feel anything? Though she wonders, Harmony doesn't cast any doubt on how he faces things.

Silver eyes look toward the fire slowly growing and devouring the logs and crumpled newsprint resting in the hearth. The flames rise, offering a small respite from the dreary surroundings. Warmth radiates from the hearth, offering the comfort that Harmony misses.

However, a crackling fire, the symbol of safety and comfort, does little to relax her. Her body leans further back against the sofa. Anxiety creeps into her heart while she watches the fire. Small fires didn't scare her. People can control those, and put a stop to them before the flames' insatiable hunger takes more. But it is always the larger fires that make her nervous. The woman swallows around the lump forming in her throat.

Breathe, Harmony. It's going to remain in the hearth and nowhere else. It's. . . It's okay.

She keeps her attention on Envy who watches the fire. Though tempted to approach, Harmony lets him have some space. He has a lot on his mind and she wonders if her suggestion will help him be at ease. She wants to learn more about Envy, and this could be her opportunity.

"Well...If you don't mind. May you tell me about that time? Pretty please?" She asks with a gentle smile.

𝐄𝐍𝐕𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑,  outlined  by  the  amber  light  of  the  fire  that  makes  his  shadow  fall  ‘pon  her  like  a  black  veil.  it  takes  a  while  ──  perhaps  another  minute  or  two  ──  but  eventually  he  does  answer,  muttering  in  a  soft  yet  strangely  disconnected  tone,   ❝  for  as  long  as  i  remember...  i've...  struggled  to  comprehend  emotions.  they  were  kinda  like  water  for  me.  i  could  hold  them,  i  could  feel  them,  but  water...  water  isn't  something  you  can  just  keep  forever  clutched  in  your  palm.  it  will  always  find  its  way  out.  always.  i’ve  experienced  this  fact  for  my  whole  life,  only  to  get  emptier...  &  emptier  still...  ❞   his  dark  eyes  slightly  lower  at  the  thought.  ❝   my  mother  was  my...  only  solace.  i  still  remember  spending  countless  days  &  nights  just  watching  her  craft  away,  the  warmth  of  the  afternoon  sun  &  the  little  prismatic  glints  of  gems  swimming  so  beautifully  between  her  fingers...  ❞   removing  a  lone  hand  out  of  his  jacket,  envy  steps  a  little  closer  to  the  fireplace  &  rests  own  forearm  against  it,  offering  harmony  but  a  brief  glance  of  respite;   ❝  she  was  a  jewelry-maker  not  only  by  profession,  but  also  by  heart.  a  real  fine  one,  too.  ❞

once  again  peering  at  the  flickering  flames,  the  young  serial  killer  continues  on  slowly,  almost  as  if  reviewing  a  silent  film;    ❝   it’s  honestly  fascinating  how  i  could  not  feel  a  single  thing  &  yet  that  particular  view,  the  sound  of  chiming  chains  as  she  laced,  weaved,  &  curved  most  beautiful  shapes  seemingly  out  of  nothing...  somehow  felt  like....  the  closest  thing  to  love.  ❞   he  smiles  briefly,  albeit  without  any  actual  warmth  to  match  the  words  that  continue  to  flow  out  from  his  typically  wordless  lips.   ❝  it  was  truly....  addicting.  i  wanted  to  watch  her  craft  like  this  forever,  to  hold  the  sunlight  &  the  prism  rays  deep  in  my  chest....  &  never...  ever...  let  go.  one  day,  however,  all  that  started  to  change  as  soon  as  my  father  left.  i....  can't  remember  the  finer  details  anymore  but  what  i  can  recall  is  that  it  was  raining  a  lot  at  that  time,  &  much  like  the  house  itself,  my  mother  &  her  beautiful  jewelry  grew  inexplicably  dark....   cold  &  ominous  enough  to  blend  even  with  the  shadows  themselves...  ❞

his  black  nails  start  to  drum  against  stone,  making  little  tapping  echos  as  he  speaks,  ❝   needless  to  say,  she  became  utterly  obsessed  with  her  jewelry.  so  much  so,  we  didn't  eat,  we  didn't  go  out,  we  didn't  even  communicate  as  she  relentlessly  sat  by  that  table  for  nights  on  end...  just  crafting...  &  crafting...  &  crafting  until  she  looked  just  like  a  thin,  crooked,  mingled  thing  of  a  breathing  corpse  hunching  on  a  pillow.  it's  kinda  strange,  now  that  i  think  about  it.  despite  the  ever-growing  void  inside....  i──  i  didn't  even  dare  to  breathe.  she  was  mumbling  some  truly  odd  things,  &  the  many  new  crafts  hanging  off  the  ceiling  were  laced  not  with  shimmering  gems  or  gold,  but  with  actual  dog  teeth.  all  of  them.  every  single  hanging  necklace,  ring,  &  bracelet.  ❞   he  draws  a  small  pause,  &  then,   ❝  my  only  mistake  as  a  child  at  that  time...  was  ever  setting  a  foot  on  a  loose  plank...  ❞

the  drumming  fingers  come  to  a  sudden  halt.   ❝  the  way  she  just  turned  at  that  slightest  creak...  it...  it  wasn't  human.  the  messy  hair,  the  terribly  wide,  pitch  black  eyes  &  raised  brows,  of  all  wicked  things,  i  remember  the  most.  it  was  like  looking  at  a  haunted  painting.  i  was  completely  frozen  in  place.  she  not  once  blinked  or  moved,  only  her  broken  fingers  did,  snapped  at  most  impossible  angles  like  a  set  of  broken  cigarette  sticks...  ❞

he  exhales  a  slow,  soundless  breath.   ❝  when  she  finally  jarred  open  that  maw  &  screamed,  running  at  me  barefoot  out  of  her  room  &  down  the  dark  corridor....   that  was  the  first  time.....   i've  experienced  true  fear.  ❞

[merbear25]

Can you do Zoro, Sanji, and Luffy x single mother S/O? Would they treat their S/O’s son/ daughter as their own?

Hey, hey! This was so heartwarming for me to think about, so thank you for sending in your request! Personally, I can’t see them being anything other than accepting towards the child. Generally speaking, they’d see them as an extension of you, so there’d be no reason for them not to care for them like their own. I hope you like what I’ve written for you 💜💜

CW: fluff, fem!reader (single mom), headcanons/scenario, written with them dating the reader and not married to her.

One of their own (Monster trio)

Zoro

Upon first meeting your child, he was unintentionally intimidating to them. Being the large scarred man that he was, it took awhile for the kid to warm up to him. With small yet thoughtful interactions, trust was built on a solid foundation. He became someone your child could turn to when they felt unsure about something, knowing that Zoro would come at the issue with a level head.

Playtime would always leave the child worn out. It’d be perfect if they were younger, so you could lay them down to sleep much more easily. Sometimes they passed out on the couch, so Zoro would be the one putting them to sleep, seeing as their dead weight would be easy for him to haul off to bed.

He’d be stern yet caring, not giving the kid room to run a muck because he’d always be respectful of the rules you’d set in place. The child learned quickly that they couldn’t try to get their own way if you told them no. “Can I have some candy?” types of questions were always followed by, “What did your mother say?”

Sanji

When you first introduced him to your child, he was very warm and open towards them. Your child took to Sanji almost instantly. With a smile that was inviting and comforting like an embrace, he easily became one of your child’s favorite people. They felt at ease around him; he was caring and gentle but wasn’t a pushover (unless your daughter gave him puppy dog eyes).

One of their favorite activities would be cooking and/or baking together. He’d adore being able to share his passion with them. They’d be put in charge of certain aspects of the meal, so that they felt like they were contributing to whatever delicious food was being prepared. When it was time to lay them down to sleep, Sanji would read them a bedtime story, wanting to show them the affection that his father never gave him.

He’d never cross the line when it came to how you ran your household, treating the boundaries you’d set in place with the utmost respect. Even if your child tried to pull on his heartstrings with an adorable look, he’d honor your rules—despite it being extremely difficult sometimes. Sanji would want to spoil them, so just be sure to keep an eye on him.

Luffy 

The first time you introduced Luffy to your child, he was warm and friendly. However, there was just something about him that made your child feel like they needed to scope him out before they could feel comfortable around him; he was, after all, a very unusual person. The more time they spent around him, the easier it got to come around. They then would ask you all the time when Luffy was coming over.

Being the imaginative man that he was, Luffy would create games seemingly out of thin air. Since he was more of the ‘do now think later’ type, your house became subjected to much of their wacky fun. With a few broken items here and there, he apologized profusely for the recklessness and promised to take their fun outside from then on.

Even though he was playful and light-hearted, he still had moments when he was serious. When you or your child needed him to be that, he’d step up and do what had to be done. With that in mind, you and your child’s bond with him would strengthen and whenever you had down time to relax and watch something, more often than not you’d fall asleep on the couch together.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Can I request a scenario Boa Hancock reader is chosen as champion to fight against yandere Apollo?

-When Apollo first heard that his opponent was a woman, he wasn’t bothered, he didn’t even look upset! Which was a bit unusual to see, as he was usually so much softer and nicer to women.

-Ares was the one to find out the truth as Apollo was gloating to him, “I have never met a woman that has resisted my charms before. She will forfeit the match once I sweep her off her feet! There’ll be no need for fighting at all!”

-However, that’s exactly why Brunnhilde had chose you as the next fighter, knowing full well that you wouldn’t be swayed by his good looks or charming personality. She had complete faith in you and your skills, something you did give her a small, true smile for.

-You knew what was at stake in this tournament, and the less you had to leave to the men to handle, the better. You knew it was much better to do things yourself.

-Apollo was the first to enter the arena, the cheers of women ringing out all around you, while you were waiting in the backstage area. You knew he was like any other men, toying with women’s hearts.

-You refused to become his newest toy.

-When Heimdall started hyping you up, introducing you as the most beautiful woman in the world, the audience was stunned silent as you walked, seeing that his words were true.

-You were like a vision; someone they would have never come up with in their minds of the most beautiful woman in the world. All their imaginations paled in comparison to the beauty that you held.

-Apollo was even surprised, he had met many stunning beauties in his life, but none seemed to hold a candle to you. And not only were you beautiful, but you radiated confidence, showing your position as the pirate empress you were when you died.

-Apollo was the one gawking at you, stunned by you, and not the other way around, but he was quick to bounce back instantly smiling, his teeth sparkling, smoothing his hair back with his hand, “I must say, Y/N, your beauty is unmatched. You even took my breath away~”

-Expecting you to fall for him, Apollo froze when he started to approach you and you snapped, “Do not approach me, filth!”

-Ooh~ you were just getting better and better as Apollo’s adoration for you grew, seeing that you were spicy.

-Your eyes were dull but sharp, like you were looking at a pile of garbage, before you spoke, “And your praise means nothing to me, I know I am beautiful. Your empty words will not work on me.”

-Your words quickly had many jeering at you, thinking you were too cocky for your own good. Apollo went to defend you, thinking that you deserved nothing but the upmost praise, but you turned, your hair swirling around you as you looked up at those jeering and instantly, they were blushing, their eyes turning into pulsating hearts as they declared their love for you, both men and women.

-You smirked, turning back to Apollo, one hand coming to your hips as you grounded yourself in your heels as you slowly tilted yourself back, “Their love- their adoration to me- no matter what I do, even if I kill someone, everyone will forgive me! Why? Because I’m beautiful!!”

-The crowd cheered and Heimdall was gushing, “It’s Y/N’s Extreme Looking Down Pose!!!” as you were bent in half, looking down upon him.

-Apollo thought you were amusing, you were just getting better and better in his eyes, you were such a complex individual, so open with your feelings, so unapologetically you!! You were amazing!

-He wanted to know more- no! He wanted to know everything about you! He wanted to know what you liked, disliked, your skin and hair care routine, if you even had one as you were perfection.

-Apollo wanted to know your past, he wanted to be a part of your present, and he wanted to be the only part in your future!!

-You saw his look morphing into something familiar and dark, like how those men, all those years ago, looked at you, when they branded you, when they had treated you so cruelly.

-Your eyes were like ice when you met his gaze, you refused to let any man treat you like that again, you wouldn’t allow it.

-Apollo was fully ready to throw the fight himself, kneeling before you, as if he was worshipping you, rather than the other way around, “My beautiful Y/N, I will forfeit the match to you, if only you allow me to be by your side from this day forward!”

-The other gods were in outrage, hearing his words, shouting at him to not throw the fight to you.

-Your glare seemed to only grow colder, hearing his stipulations as you lifted a hand to your hip, “You men are all alike, demanding things of me as if I owe any of you anything.”

-Apollo was stammering, in shock that you were angry with him, why were you angry?!

-You lifted your hands, making a heart shape as you inhaled deeply, ready to end this in an instant.

-Seeing your determination to fight, Apollo was stunned once more, seeing the fire behind your eyes. Why were you willing to fight? To possibly die?! Did something happen that made you so desperate to fight? Who did it- he would kill them!

-Apollo knew that to get you, he would need to prove himself and defeat you, but not kill you, you were too beautiful, too precious, to be snuffed out.

-He was going to win, so he could keep you safe for the rest of eternity, there by his side.

[venusbby]

hii! what would the reactions of bllk boys be if they found their s/o being insecure about their body? you can do scenarios or hcs or anything! :D

my first request i am absolutely sobbing .

since it wasn't specified which characters, i just wrote for the first bllk characters i thought of when it came to this idea. thankyou for requesting! <333

♡ characters: isagi yoichi, itoshi sae, kunigami rensuke ♡ warnings: mentions of insecurities, crying (not too detailed) gender of the reader isn't really specified, not proofread.

ISAGI YOICHI ☆

this man is heartbroken

and also very very confused

though isagi is always so understanding, he kind of does miss the point of your insecurity at first

because to him you are genuinely so beautiful and he doesn't fully get the whole image that you don't see yourself the way he sees you

but thats just what happens initially when he randomly comes into the room to find you staring at yourself in the mirror

he's so lost but it won't stop him from getting straight to the problem and carefully questioning you about what's bothering you

and once he hears you out, he just feels extremely stupid for not being there when you went through all of that alone

after that he's not going to ever leave you alone lol

he's a natural when it comes to comforting even if he does need a little push at the start

talks to you so softly and don't even get me started on how hard he tries to make you feel better about yourself

it almost makes you cry tbh

isagi is the best boyfriend ever

he sits you down, palm soothingly rubbing your back while you guys talk

ugh. i want him. sorry. back to it

he'll always reassure you in the most endearing ways ever

he doesn't even need to say anything actually. you can see it in his eyes how much he loves you for who you are and how much it hurts him that you feel this way

this man will be your footstool if he has to, but he will definitely not let you be insecure because you're literally his hardcore crush and he's in love with everything that is you. (you've been in a relationship for years idk what he's talking about but anyway 💀)

also he is such a lovesick idiot that he won't tolerate any nonsense from you about your appearance

"shut up, you look beautiful."

and then you're like "but my-"

"nO, be quiet. you're fucking beautiful"

he's aggressive with it but in an adorable way lol

it obviously takes time to get over your insecurities, but with a sweet lover like isagi yoichi, you're going to be just fine in some time.

and also if you're insecure about your thighs specifically.........

you probably know what the deal is with isagi and thighs. goodluck <3

ITOSHI SAE ☆

ah, this guy

he's very lowkey about it but does try to make you feel better

more than anything he feels shocked to discover that you're insecure about your body

in his perspective its like "i love your body. what's wrong with it"

when you open up to him he feels more in sync with your feelings

it is pretty unusual to see your boyfriend being this affectionate

but you're not complaining 😭

he really wants to help and is kind of shy at first (doesn't show it; typical sae) but when he realises that you're staring at him with this immense amount of love, he's gone

you know him so well and its obvious that since you're in a relationship with him, you are used to how he is

so when you see that he really does not want you to deal with this by yourself, you can't help but feel so lucky and yeah basically you just want to kiss him until he can't function

but let's keep that to the side and focus more on how he handles it

sae prefers physical stuff more than having to say stuff

not sure if i make sense.

he's so much more confident in what he can do than what he can say

he just holds you. yup.

if you feel like just staying silent and clinging to him, u got it

or if you want to cry, u got that too

he's going to be like your personal pillow

and this is just for helping you get your emotions out (if needed)

he's gonna do it all fr

doesn't matter what you're insecure about

sae is going to make sure you know how much he is in love with you lol

as unbelievable as it sounds he's ready to get on his knees and tell you everything and anything he loves about you both physical features as well as your personality

but he's itoshi sae and he isn't very good with his words (unless he's shit talking on the pitch)

so get ready to be held and kissed

you might get caught off guard but again, seeing him trying his best to show how much he loves you and how much he adores your body makes your face heat up

not to mention how he looks at you like you're the most important part of his life

im being fr he is in love and he is not afraid to show it

once he gets to know about your insecurities he's going to kiss them away (LITERALLY) hope you're not ticklish—

don't forget to kiss him too :') he may be itoshi sae but still, he deserves some love

he'll always casually compliment you on the most simple or the most tiny things (whatever it is you're not feeling too good about) as if he's totally forgotten that he spent all day yesterday leaving lil kisses everywhere (ahem get your mind out of the gutter but don't do it if you dont want to ig 😰)

i love him. so should you.

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE ☆

again, another confused baby

not for more than 4 mins tho

he is smart. he figures it out pretty quickly that you're spiraling when he sees you scrolling through your pictures with an unfamiliar expression

big big sweetheart

he hesitates to approach you about it at first because from what he thinks, you're not showing him any signs that you're troubled

he just doesn't want to hurt you or anything like that by bringing it up because he thinks that you don't want to talk to him about it

he gets why

but still

he's your boyfriend and he wants to help :(

eventually he finds a solution for it by speaking his mind

which means that when you walk into the room, regardless of where you are or who is with you, he's gonna compliment you

he's not making them up just to make you feel better— he's actually just saying the things he thinks every time he sees you

[crying, screaming, screeching]

soon after, he quietly talks about it when you guys are just lying in bed all warm and cozy, caressing your cheek and testing the waters to make sure he won't overstep boundaries

[crying continues]

once he asks you, you're just letting go of your emotions and talking to him about your insecurities while he just listens— he doesn't want to interrupt you

after that he will definitely make your eyes sting with his gentle words lol it totally depends like.. if you're a person who cries a lot or not. he's so good with his words and he didn't even know that until he was speaking to you and falling in love all over again watching your face slowly bloom

saying the right things, doing the right things, that's kunigami for ya

physical touch is also his thing so don't be surprised if he just hugs you and reminds you that he's in love with how you look today or how pretty your outfit looks or just anything that will let him see you smile and shove him away playfully

be lucky you have a kunigami because whew he is so cute

sigh. can you tell im in love with them?

[murder-cookie-dust393]

Battery Anon---

What if MC (Yandere Apocalypse) had gone into hiding//seclusion shortly after the disease started to spread (before anyone, themselves included, had caught onto what was happing) - we'll assume they hid for a secondary reason like research, or safety from DE etc

Cue 1 year-1.5 year time skip, everyone trying to find them, but they just can't because everyone lost track of MC such a long time ago.

MC finds out what is happening, which causes them to try and take up new identities, and generally sneak around so they can develop a cure.

If MC succeeds, they probably end the yandere apocalypse before it did any extreme damage. But god forbid they get found out, which is significantly more likely, it would be immeasurably difficult to slip away again.

[Ahem ahem- I wanted to do a little bit of his good sir Dark Cacao brainrot so don't mind me]

In this scenario, MC was an ex-physician at the citadel-

Tw: role-forcing, guilt tripping maybe?

"I can't believe it. All this time of suffering, trying to search for you. Do you know how much burden my hearts holds from not being able to see you every day?" Dark Cacao quietly stated, his grip around their waist tight, as if trying not to crush them into little crumbs. He buried his head into their shoulder, sighing. His crown left on the nearby cushion, forgotten.

MC cookie had no choice but to keep sitting there, next to his majesty Dark Cacao. They responded, "My king I left to focus on my research-"

"Research? Were you not happy as head physician? I would have given you everything if you so much just asked." The king cut off, his voice more silent than before, now a mere whisper.

"No, no, I was content with my position. It's just that I wanted to focus on my personal research."

"Why did you leave me? I already had lost my son, and losing you was too much to bare!" He exclaimed, holding them tighter to himself.

They were stunned. What had happened to their king? He was never like this, he wasn't one to be sentimental. They were never particularly close. Had something happened to him? "I apologize your majesty...But may I ask, are you feeling alright? It's unusual for you to act like this."

"I feel better than ever, especially now that I have you." He then grabbed a box off the side table, opening it. The sight it beheld made MC cookie's eyes widen in surprise. It was a crown: similar to his, but smaller.

"...Whose crown is that?"

He broke a little smile, taking out the crown and carefully placing it on their head.

"Yours."

In that moment, the scientist knew they needed to run. They had to. That look in his eyes held something crazy, a never ending darkness.

(Ok I know I'm a little bit guilty for brainrotting about him but- but- hear me out-)

- Celina

[saintsenara]

During the Harry Potter series, we meet many fathers. So my question is how do they wish to be called? Do they want to be a father, a Dad or a Daddy? Or something else? Like their first name or a Papa. Would someone be upset if their child called them by their first name or daddy? For example, I think Arthur would have accepted any father title from his children. But what about Lucius, Riddle Sr, Crouch Sr, Vernon,James,Riddle Jr, Tobias Snape, Orion Black, Amos Diggory and Xenophilius Lovegood.

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

and the answer - as it is when it comes to literally everything in britain - is that it all comes down to social class...

straight off the bat, though, it would be extremely rare for a school-aged child of any class-background to refer to their parents [or grandparents] using their first names - this just isn't a cultural norm in britain and ireland, and so a family which made it their standard practice [especially with children who were younger than eleven] would definitely have a counter-cultural [and probably quite crunchy] vibe.

[so an author could feasibly write luna referring to her parents as "xenophilius" and "pandora" - even though, in the books, she doesn't - without losing the lovegoods' canonical oddness. but none of the weasley children would dare.]

adult children broadly stick to whichever version of "mum" and "dad" they used as children when speaking to their parents - as bill and charlie do - although it wouldn't be thought of as rude for an adult child to use their parents' first names, so much as it would be thought of as unusual.

and so what has probably emerged from the above is that - by far - the most common scenario nowadays is for children of all social classes [and i really do mean all social classes - prince william calls the king "dad"...] to call their parents "mum" and "dad".

this would not always have been the case historically - which we'll come to - but it has been the case since at least the 1980s, and so it makes sense for the vast majority of characters in the series to use "dad" when talking to their fathers.

although of course it's never entirely that simple...

firstly, there's an age-related aspect to be aware of. most children - again of all social classes - will begin, once they have a reasonable grasp of language and have moved beyond just sounding out "mama" and "dada", by calling their parents "mummy" and "daddy". they will then switch to "mum" and "dad" [or regional equivalents - which we'll come to] at some point in primary school [the school children attend between the ages of five and eleven], especially when speaking about their parents to their peers. generally, it would be thought of as a bit cringe [regardless of gender] to still be calling your parents "mummy" and "daddy" after starting secondary school [if not before], because it would be understood as childish.

there are a few canon examples which illustrate this.

petunia dursley refers to herself as "mummy" when speaking to the teenage dudley in the opening chapters of order of the phoenix:

“Phone the police, Vernon! Phone the police! Diddy, darling, speak to Mummy! What did they do to you?”

during the build-up to this, the reader has learned that dudley [fifteen at this point] lies to his parents about doing childish activities - like having his tea at a friend's house - as a cover for roaming around beating up other children, hanging out at his friends' houses while their parents are away, and [presumably] drinking, smoking, and taking drugs. petunia's language choice, then, underscores the fact that one of her main character flaws is her refusal to accept what dudley is actually like, because admitting that he's not the perfect child she believes him to be would mean acknowledging that her perfect, non-magical, middle-class life is a farce.

harry, similarly, uses the word in order to - deliberately, in his case - underscore that he thinks the person he's talking to is [behaving like] a child when speaking to seamus in order of the phoenix and ron in deathly hallows:

“I’ll talk to you how I want,” said Harry, his temper rising so fast he snatched his wand back from his bedside table. “If you’ve got a problem sharing a dormitory with me, go and ask McGonagall if you can be moved, stop your mummy worrying - ” “So what part of it isn’t living up to your expectations?” asked Harry. Anger was coming to his defense now. “Did you think we’d be staying in five- star hotels? Finding a Horcrux every other day? Did you think you’d be back to Mummy by Christmas?”

we can also see the hidden meaning of this language choice in a character's use of it with their own parents. in order of the phoenix, for example, luna switches between calling xenophilius "dad" and "daddy" based on how credulous and strange the text wants to make her seem.

compare:

“My dad thinks it’s an awful paper,” said Luna, chipping into the conversation unexpectedly. Sucking on her cocktail onion, she gazed at Rita with her enormous, protuberant, slightly mad eyes. “He publishes important stories that he thinks the public needs to know. He doesn’t care about making money.”

with this, from the same scene:

“I don’t think Daddy exactly pays people to write for the magazine,” said Luna dreamily. “They do it because it’s an honor, and, of course, to see their names in print.” 

luna and xenophilius are both completely right that the daily prophet is an "awful paper" - and so he's "dad" - but they're both completely naive to think that journalists would consider it an honour to write for the quibbler for free - and so he's "daddy".

and so, of your list, amos diggory, vernon dursley, james potter, and arthur weasley - all of whom are normal fathers, as far as fathers go in the series - would be "daddy" when their children were very young and then "dad". xenophilius lovegood is canonically both. draco malfoy uses "dad" to refer to lucius once, at the end of order of the phoenix, so make of that what you will. the rest, we will come to...

firstly, though, there are two major exceptions to the "daddy-to-dad-pipeline" rule.

the first is regional. in ireland [both northern ireland and the republic] it is entirely standard to refer to your parents as "mammy" [note the spelling - although you will see "mummy" in the north] and "daddy" regardless of your age. unlearning this is one of the first things you do if you're irish and move abroad, lest everyone think you're deranged [ask me how i know], and so seamus was definitely working hard to code-switch properly for the first few weeks of school...

the second is class-based. in mainland britain - especially in england - referring to your parents as "mummy" and "daddy" over the age of about eleven is generally an indicator that you are incredibly posh - but, specifically, that you're posh and your relationship with your parents is close, supportive, and genial.

[although this doesn't stop it being seen as a bit odd to those outside your class-bracket - the best illustration of which can be found in the entirety of the peep show episode "sophie's parents"...]

justin finch-fletchley - for example - would almost certainly call his parents "mummy" and "daddy", based on his canon vibe. and while he doesn't do this in canon, the malfoys' family dynamic - which, whatever else you can say about it, is sincerely loving - especially when combined with draco's slight childishness, would justify the idea that he used "mummy" and "daddy" to refer to lucius and [especially] narcissa.

but here comes a detour into history.

the association of teen and adult children using "mummy" and "daddy" with being upper-middle-class or upper-class is because several other terms with similar class-based coding have fallen out of fashion since - roughly - the middle of the twentieth century.

the first of these are "mama" and "papa" - pronounced with the stress on the second syllable: ma-mahhh, pa-pahhh - which would have been taught to all posh children in early childhood [in the same way "mummy" and "daddy" are now], and then retained in their teenage years by those who were close to their parents.

the second are the latin words for mother and father, "mater" and "pater" - pronounced may-tah and pay-tah - which would only be used by teenagers upward and which have a cheerful, slightly irreverent vibe [à la bertie wooster].

you will find both of these used - especially in material either written or set prior to c. 1960 - to signify the same thing that a teen or adult using "mummy" or "daddy" would today: a posh, but nonetheless genial, parent-child relationship.

[although it's worth saying that "papa" signifies something slightly different when merope gaunt uses it in her one line in half-blood prince. in this case, when paired with her appearance and what we can reasonably imagine is a very unusual accent when speaking english, it contributes to mrs cole's belief that she came "from the circus" - that is, that she was of gypsy (on the reclamation of which term in britain and ireland, see here), roma, or traveller heritage - by making her sound "foreign".]

given the wizarding world's archaic vibes, then, lucius malfoy might very well be "papa" rather than "daddy". orion black also seems very likely to have gone by "papa" when his children were little - even if this would only have been retained by regulus as the boys entered their teens.

a tom riddle sr. who raises his son would - in the 1920s - definitely be "papa" while tom jr. was small. what he then becomes would depend on how close their relationship was.

which brings us, of course, to "mother" and "father".

the use of "mother" and "father" as nouns is completely standard in written british english. which is to say that the narrative using "mother" and "father" for james and lily outside of dialogue doesn't signify anything about what harry would have called them, what their relationship would have been like, or what they mean to him as people who are dead. these words are chosen because they're correct for the register of language used by the text.

the use of "mother" and "father" as both nouns and titles in spoken british english - on the other hand - is a bit more complicated...

it has a class element in that the concept of manners and social class are profoundly entwined - and so knowing when and to whom to say "mother" and "father is, therefore, an indicator of class-background - but what it primarily indicates is that the register of the conversation is formal.

[so, historically, even a child who called their parents "mama" and "papa" in private would switch to "mother" and "father" in company, unless they were very young.]

we see, for example, that percy weasley tends to refer to arthur and molly as "mother" and "father", even when he's in spaces [like the burrow] and company [like his siblings and harry] which wouldn't normally warrant any formality in conversation.

for example:

“Well, Father feels he’s got to make up for his mistake at the match, doesn’t he?” said Percy. “If truth be told, he was a tad unwise to make a public statement without clearing it with his Head of Department first." “Don’t you dare blame your father for what that wretched Skeeter woman wrote!” said Mrs. Weasley, flaring up at once.  “If Dad hadn’t said anything, old Rita would just have said it was disgraceful that nobody from the Ministry had commented,” said Bill, who was playing chess with Ron. “Rita Skeeter never makes anyone look good. Remember, she interviewed all the Gringotts’ Charm Breakers once, and called me ‘a long-haired pillock’?”

percy's language choice is a way for the text to underscore that he's a character the reader is supposed to interpret as boring, stuffy, and pretentious [and as someone harry likes much less than the other weasleys] - as well as to emphasise specific notes about his personality, such as the fact that he's someone who values manners and social convention more than his siblings.

[molly uses "your father" as a way of emphasising that percy's criticism of arthur is ridiculous. bill is the one speaking sense.]

this doesn't mean that the text is suggesting that arthur and molly love percy any less than his siblings - nor that they treat him cruelly, nor that percy's affection for them [at least prior to order of the phoenix] isn't sincere. it just means that he's someone the doylist text wants the reader to think is a bit of a prig.

in other cases, the formality implied by "mother" and "father" lends a certain impersonality to the dialogue in which it's used. for example, draco malfoy tending to refer to lucius malfoy - especially when lucius isn't there - as "[my] father" is a way for the text to hammer home that draco sees his father as a figurehead [an imagined, constructed lucius, who's so important and respected and impressive that he can do literally anything] whom he longs to emulate, and that he wants to convince his peers of this fact.

[luna does something similar - in half-blood prince she uses "father" when telling harry that xenophilius has proven that rufus scrimgeour is a vampire. the language choice here is an appeal to authority.]

hence why the only time in the series that draco calls lucius "dad" comes after his father is sent to azkaban at the end of order of the phoenix - and, indeed, is the beginning of the journey towards understanding his family with more nuance that he goes through in the final two books of the series:

“You’re going to pay,” said Malfoy in a voice barely louder than a whisper. “I’m going to make you pay for what you’ve done to my father...” “Well, I’m terrified now,” said Harry sarcastically. “I s’pose Lord Voldemort’s just a warm-up act compared to you three - what’s the matter?” he said, for Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle had all looked stricken at the sound of the name. “He’s your dad’s mate, isn’t he? Not scared of him, are you?” “You think you’re such a big man, Potter,” said Malfoy, advancing now, Crabbe and Goyle flanking him. “You wait. I’ll have you. You can’t land my father in prison - ” “I thought I just had,” said Harry.  “The dementors have left Azkaban,” said Malfoy quietly. “Dad and the others’ll be out in no time...”

draco's scared and vulnerable - he's trying to threaten harry, to do what the figurehead-lucius of his imagination would, but his heart's not in it. he wants his actual dad, and the mask slips.

the formality behind "mother" and "father" in spoken english can obviously indicate that the speaker is being polite. it can also, however, indicate that they're very much not - and that the speaker doesn't like the person they're speaking to enough to use more colloquial language.

luna comes in clutch for us here once again:

“Of course not,” said Hermione scathingly, before Harry could answer, “The Quibbler’s rubbish, everyone knows that.” “Excuse me,” said Luna; her voice had suddenly lost its dreamy quality. “My father’s the editor.”

[hermione refers to xenophilius as "luna's father" throughout the last three books - which demonstrates what sort of esteem she holds him in...]

and, of course, the formality of this language can also imply distance.

sirius using "my mother" and "my father" - for example - is the way that the text shows, even before he's said a word to harry about his complicated family history, that he and his parents weren't close - and not only that they weren't close, but that their relationship was formal, mannered, surface-level, disinterested, dependent on convention, and so on. which him using "your dad" when speaking to harry about james then really hammers home.

and so, if an author wants to write orion black, lucius malfoy, or tom riddle sr. as having relationships with their children which have that flavour, then these men would be addressed as "father" no matter the context. similarly, barty crouch sr. - whose fatal flaw is a total failure to understand his son - was definitely "father" [while his wife, who barty crouch jr. was canonically much closer to, was probably not "mother" in private - really emphasising the discordance in that household...].

when it comes to our last two daddies...

what severus snape would have called his parents depends on two things: where cokeworth is and where both tobias and eileen snape were from.

which is to say, it seems to be pretty common in fics for him to call them "ma" and "da". and my understanding of this is that it happens because authors want to communicate that severus comes from a working-class background and that he evidently grows up speaking with a regional accent.

and it's certainly true that what you call your parents - especially your mother - varies by region, and that using dialect terms communicates the complicated tangle of regional- and class-identity which brits outside of southern england are mixed up in.

[for example, i am northern irish - which is not a sophisticated thing to be in britain - and i refer to my mother as my mam when speaking to anyone in mainland britain for the same reasons that i play up my accent in these circumstances. it's refusing to code-switch.]

so petunia - in snape's memories - uses "mummy" when speaking to lily as an early indicator of her social-climbing tendencies - she doesn't want to sound working-class. severus would obviously not give a shit about this.

but "ma" and "da" are not words which you'd expect to find in common use in the bit of north-west england which is above birmingham but below manchester, which is where cokeworth seems to be.

an author could choose to shift the town further north - "ma" and "da" are both used in liverpool and the surrounding area, for example [and scouse snape would be iconic, i fear] - or could assume that they entered severus' vocabulary in other ways - if his parents are from the north-east [especially around newcastle], if they're scottish, or if they're welsh - but the most likely explanation if an author wishes to use them would be that one or both of tobias and eileen [like many people in this part of the world] was an irish immigrant.

i am wedded to the headcanon that tobias snape is northern irish [and catholic, which "others" the snapes in the eyes of people like the evanses long before they know about the magic] - even though there's no evidence for this in the text - and so i can accept fics using "ma" and "da" in this context.

but it's much more likely that the terms severus uses are "mam" and "dad" [if you're locating cokeworth closer to manchester], "mom" and "dad" [if you're locating cokeworth in the black country], or "mum" and "dad". any of these would indicate his working-class background, when paired with the rest of his speech patterns, appearance, and behaviour.

in a world where tom riddle jr. is left holding the baby after bellatrix dies and is something other than a total deadbeat when confronted with this scenario, what's he's going to insist on being called will depend on which of his various personal idiosyncrasies he's indulging that day.

if the orphanage jumps out, he's "dad" - which would be the word he grew up hearing [but never being able to use, poor angel] among the working-classes in whichever bit of london he was raised in. if he's willing to acknowledge paternity, but doesn't want to give his progeny the impression that he cares about her, he's "father". if he's a doting dad [lmao] and wants to play at being an aristocrat, he's probably "papa".

if we're being realistic... wee delphini, like everyone else, is calling him "my lord".

[liveforjeongin]

Oh my godd, your lee Hyunjin fic was soo cutee🥺🥰. Can I please request a lee Seungmin Ler Skz fic where they all kinda get him back good for being the adorable menace he is? You don't have to write this if you don't want to!! Have a great day and stay hydrated!! Love your work sm🩷💖

Don't Mess With Your Members

Awww, thank you anon, and I hope you have a great day too<3

I actually loved this scenario, thanks for the request<3

-tickle fic, if you don't like that you can keep scrolling

requested by: anon

warnings: gang tickles, Seungmin almost fainting

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Skz were on the practice room as usual, they were rehearsing like they always do, there was nothing out of normal.

Seungmin had been annoying the members the whole day, from internal jokes to poking them constantly. It's nothing rare coming from Seungmin, he's always been like that, so the members are used to it.

But... The original attitude of "just let him be" they always have with him suffered... A little change.

Seungmin was kinda rehearsing, kinda annoying the members like he did the whole day. The rest of the members also fool around always so it's not like they have much right to complain. Hopefully, all the members were in a good mood today, so they were all having fun and being playful and not only Seungmin.

The thing started when Jeongin decided to poke Seungmin back, which make the older jump away a bit and also giggle.

It wasn't a secret that Seungmin was really ticklish just like everyone else in Skz, but the other members never get that much of reaction from him with just a small poke like Jeongin did, so they were pretty surprised by that.

They're going to need more information from Jeongin.

After the rehearsal, Chan approached to Jeongin, willing to get more information about how the youngest got that much of reaction from the main vocal.

"Just aim to his hips, he's extremely ticklish there, you'd get surprised" was the answer of the maknae.

"And you know that... How?"

"We always have tickle fights, and I don't lose everytime like you would think, I've won lots of times thanks to this discovering I made"

Sounded fair.

"I see... You busy tonight? I might have an idea to make that guy get that messing around with his members also has consequences..." Chan went with the rest of 3racha and with Hyunjin, to go to their dorm, and Jeongin went with the rest of the members, to go to theirs.

On the way home, Chan made sure to tell the members of his dorm his little plan. Hyunjin then texted it to the Danceracha group chat, and that way, every Skz member was aware of the plan.

Excepting Seungmin, of course.

About 8pm, all the members already had dinner and didn't have much to do.

Or that's what Seungmin thought.

A knock on the dorm of maknaes+Lino dorm was heard, and the oldest in the place went and opened it.

As you can guess, it was the rest of Skz.

Seungmin was really surprised by this, it wasn't much common to have grupal gatherings all 8 members in a dorm, they usually meet outside.

But it's not like he cared, he was happy to see his members again, so didn't pay much attention to it.

Soon, the 8 members of Skz were all sat in the living room, some on the couchs and some on the floor.

Seungmin was completely unaware of the plan of his fellow members, so he was all comfy with his head resting on Hyunjin's lap, waiting for Changbin and Jisung to finally choose a movie.

Eventually, the second youngest started to feel sleepy due to the comfort of having his head in Hyunnie's lap and the boredom caused by the members fighting over choosing a movie, so he just fell asleep.

He woke up about 10 minutes later, and he woke up in an... Unusual position. He was barefoot, and his arms were lifted up over his head, Hyunjin was sat on his hands, Jeongin was sat on his thighs, Chan and Minho were each one on each side of him, while Jisung and Changbin were each one at each side of him as well, but at his legs, and finally, Felix was at his feet.

"What the hell is going on in here?" Seungmin asked, extremely confused.

"You see, Seungminnie, you really annoyed us today, so we decided you deserve... A small punishment" Chan answered, with a sly grin on his face.

Seungmin realized.

'Oh no... This cann't be happening' was all Seungmin could think at this point.

"G-Guys... We can... Talk about this... P-Please DOHOHON'T" Seungminnie started to laugh hysterically and squirm wild when Jeongin began to squeeze his hips without any warning.

"Oh wow, you weren't exaggerating when you said he was extremely ticklish there" Chan talked to Jeongin, casually, as if Seungmin weren't there.

"Not even I, with the thousands times I've tickled him, had ever seen him laugh so hard before" Minho commented, starting to scribble and squeeze one of the oldest vocalracha member's sides. The other members also started to tickle each one the spot they were at. Needless to say the second youngest was going literally insane.

"HAHAHAHHAHAHA GUYS- NOHOHOHOHOHOHO. I'M SOHOHOHOHORRY OKAHAHAHAHAY?! IHIHIHHIHI'LL TRY TO NOHOHOHOHOHOHOT DO IT AGAHHAHAHAHAIN! PLEASE PLEHEHEHEHEASE STOP!"

"You'll try you say? Hmmm... Sorry Seungminnie, I don't think that's enough" Han teased, scribbling behind Minnie's knees.

"AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA WHYHYHYHY YOU DOHOHOHOHO THIS TO MEHEHEHEHHEHEHE? I KNOHOHOW I WAS ANNOYING, BUHUHUHUT YOU NEVER TOHOHOHOLD ME TO STOHOHHOP BEIHHIHIHING LIKE THAHAHAHAT!"

"It should've been evident Seungminnie! You knew you were being annoying, you should've stopped then~" Lix was tickling all over his member's feet and toes, he knew how to tickle the younger right in there.

"HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA I'M SOHOHOHOHORRY OKAY? I ALREADY APOLOGIHIHIHIHIZED! CAN YOU STOHOHOHOHOP?"

"I don't think we can, this is too much fun!" Hyunjin left the younger's armpits temporally to tickle his ribs and neck, making sure to be gentle, knowing that is way worse for the puppy.

"WHAHAHAHHHAT ELSE YOU WANT ME TOHOHOHOHOHO DO???! I'LL DOHOHOHO IT BUT PLEASE STAAHAHHAHHAHAAP!"

"We just wanna keep tickling you, Seungmo! You look too cute like this~" Changbin joined in in the teasing.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA GUHUHUHUHUYS I'M SEHEHEHEHERIOUS! I CAHAHAHHAHAN'T TAKE IT MUCH MOHOHOHOHORE HAHAHAHAAA-" Seungmin's laugh went silent, but that didn't stop the members to continue with their tickling.

"Awwwww, you can't take it? What a shame~"

The members kept on tickling the puppy for a couple seconds more, maybe a minute.

Seungmin felt all weak, he couldn't even squirm anymore and was overwhelmed by all the tickles. The world was starting to go silent and Seungmin could've swore he was about to faint.

Fortunately, Chan noticed soon enough, so the 7 guys immediately stopped with the tickling. They accommodated the second youngest again, they put his head back to rest on Hyunjin's lap, and they all surrounded him to give him some aftercare.

"We're so sorry, Seungminnie. I think we went a bit too far" Lixie apologized while hugging his member and stroking his hair a bit.

Seungmin shook his head "I know I deserved that, it's alright"

"We can still use the movie excuse and really watch a movie now" Chan suggested and all the members agred.

"Just don't take too long choosing it or I'll fall asleep again" The puppy joked.

Skz finally was able to choose a movie, but in the first minute of it, Seungminnie was already sleeping.

Come on, you can't blame him. Our guy got tortured, he deserves a good rest.

The rest of Skz just limited to watch the movie and every once a while, they glanced at Seungmin sleeping.

He looked so cute... Maybe they should do this again...

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Okay you better get ready cuz there's like 5 more lee!Seungmin requests and I'mma try post them all this week so😻

Not complaining tho, love lee!Seungmin :3

Anyway I hope you guys liked the fic and YES THE THIRD DAY IN A ROW POSTING A FIC DAILY😻

I hope I can continue like this, if I do I might get to finish all the requests this week (some (most) of them have been in my inbox for two months now I am so sorry)

Anyway-

[beelsnack]

Nine to Five - Obey Me! Boys and a Burnt-out MC

*crawls out of a trench* I LIVE BITCHES

Sorry I haven't been active, turns out working 40 hours a week is exhausting. Which is what inspired this piece because there are all scenarios I've imagined in order to get myself through a particularly rough shift.

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Lucifer: It smelled like coffee.

The scent was strong enough to give the human pause. Did they make coffee this morning before leaving for work? They honestly couldn’t remember, but even then, there was no way that the smell would still be lingering throughout the house nine hours later.

They probably would have been a bit more curious if the exhaustion of working all day wasn’t pressing down on them. All they could bring themself to think about was falling face-first into bed. Maybe a nice hot shower to relax their sore muscles if they could stay awake long enough. Even just standing in the doorway taking their shoes off was draining what last precious bits of energy they had.

“Oh, good, you’re back.”

They yelped, almost slamming their head against the wall as they jumped at the sudden noise. 

Standing in the doorway, taking a sip of coffee out of one of their old, slightly chipped mugs, was Lucifer.

“I - huh - you - Lucifer?” they stammered, reeling from the absurdity of the situation. The Avatar of Pride looked completely out of place in their dingy one-bedroom apartment.

“Are you surprised?” he smirked, placing the mug on the coffee table on his way across the room. “You’ve been so busy with work these days, I figured I would come visit you.”

“But aren’t you busy too?” the human asked, finally managing to kick their shoes back into place and meeting Lucifer by the table. “Making sure your brothers don’t set the Devildom on fire?”

“My dear, I would set the Devildom on fire myself if it meant spending an evening with you after so long,” Lucifer engulfed them in a hug, and for a moment they allowed themself to melt into the familiar warmth before they pulled away to look at him.

“So you left Barbatos in charge, right?”

“Of course.”

Mammon: They hated taking the bus.

Standing around in freezing weather waiting for it was awful, it was always crowded and it was late a solid sixty percent of the time, if it even showed up at all. But it was cheaper than buying gas, and parking where they lived was a nightmare, so they had to pick the lesser of two evils.

At least there was room in the shelter this time. The plexiglass didn’t do much to protect them from the wind and the freezing rain, but it was better than nothing.

Shivering, they stared out at the cars driving past with slight envy. Some heat sounded lovely right about now. Even though they were wearing gloves and had their hands shoved in their pockets, they could still feel the tips of their fingers beginning to go numb. 

One of the cars pulled up to the stop. A sleek, silver sports car with tinted windows, definitely the kind that had heated seats. It wasn’t that unusual from someone to get dropped off at the bus stop, so the human didn’t really pay thay much attention until the window rolled down.

“Hey, need a ride?”

THe human’s head snapped up at the sound of the voice. “Mammon?”

“The one and only,” Mammon grinned at them from behind his shades. “Damn, you do this every day? How haven’t you gotten frostbite yet?”

“Humans aren’t that fragile,” the human huffed, stepping up to the car. “But there have been a few close calls.”

“Well, come on, then, get in,” Mammon motioned to them with his head. “Lucifer will string me up if he hears I let your fragile human fingers fall off, and there’s a line of cars behind me about to get real mad.”

They could see the other people at the bus shelter staring at them in the reflection of the car, so they quickly opened the door and hopped in. Almost immediately, feeling began to return to their extremities, and they sighed as Mammon started driving. “Thanks, Mammon.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Mammon replied, reaching over to hit a button on the dashboard. Yup, called it, heated seats. “Can’t have my human freezing to death.”

Leviathan: “You’re late.”

It would never fail to surprise them how well the internet connection worked between dimensions. There was no way Levi should be able to voice chat with them from the Devildom but here they were.

“Sorry,” they mumbled, adjusting their headset. “Just got home, boss asked me to stay another hour since someone called off.”

“Tch,” Levi clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “Sounds annoying.”

“Kinda,” they shrugged. “But money’s money, y’know?”

“You sound like Mammon,” Levi snorted. “Don’t go doing shady things to pay off debts.”

“I’m not doing anything shady,” they laughed. “Aside from indulging in capitalism but I don’t have much of a choice in that.”

“Rip.” 

They were about to reply when they got a glimpse of themself in the camera. Oof, they looked rough. Their hair was messy, they were practically sliding down their desk chair, and they looked like they were about to fall asleep.

Apparently Levi noticed as well, because his expression twisted into something like concern. “You alright?”

“It was very people-y out today,” the human replied, shrugging. Now that the work flow state had been interrupted, the tiredness was started to seep in and they realized how exhausted they were. But Levi and them gamed the same time every week, and it was the only thing giving them incentive to not just crawl into bed and hide from the world.

“We don’t have to play tonight,” Levi said. “If you’re too tired.”

“No, I want to!” they sat up straighter in their chair. “Really, I do.”

“The raid will still be going on tomorrow,” Levi said, clicking around at something on his screen. “...Yup, 13 hours remaining. You’re not going to be much help if you pass out mid-dungeon, so let’s just save it for later.”

“Levi, are you prioritizing me over video games?” the human play-gasped, pressing a hand to their chest in sarcastic shock. “Be still my heart!”

“Sh-Shut up!” he stammered, blush visible even in the blue light coming from his computer screen. “I’m just not missing out on good loot because you can’t stay awake! It’s not because I care about your wellbeing or anything!”

“Oh my God, you tsundere,” they laughed. “Fine, I’ll go take a nap.”

Satan: “...and then, there was this other guy…”

The human was well aware that they had been ranting and raving for far longer than was probably socially appropriate. But they were tired, both physically and emotionally, and Satan was a great person to bitch to.

The brothers were all under strict orders not to bother them while they were at work, but Satan had heard that and went “challenge accepted.” He showed up after their shift was over to get coffee at least three times a week, and when Lucifer had called him out on it, Satan had smirked and said, “I’m not bothering them while they’re at work, I’m coming to see them after their shift.” And as much as Lucifer had wanted to reprimand him, Satan had gotten him on a technicality.

Satan had long drained his coffee, sitting there and idly drumming his fingers against the empty cup as the human regaled him with horror stories of their job. He looked way more invested than he should have been, honestly.

“Satan, just tell me to shut up already.”

“I would never.”

The human huffed out a laugh, taking a sip of their rapidly-cooling drink. “First of all, you would, and have. Second of all, there is no way you are this into me bitching about people at work.”

“I’m the Avatar of Wrath,” Satan replied. “Bitching is quite literally in my blood. And out of all my brothers, I’m the one who understands how vital it is to let off steam the most.”

“...so then, this absolute Karen comes up…”

Asmodeus: Why did their keys always end up in the bottom of their bag?

All they wanted to do was get inside their apartment and flop down on the nearest comfortable surface, but of course they couldn’t find their keys in the hot mess that was their work bag. They had to be in there, they had definitely locked the door this morning - 

“Ugh, honestly, what is taking so long?”

The human froze as their door opened to reveal Asmodeus, clad in a silk pink bathrobe that they could only assume was the only thing making him decent. He was pouting, hands on his hips. 

“Asmo, what the actual fu-”

“I wanted to see your surprised face when you walked in and saw me all spread out on your bed, but you were taking too long!” he huffed.

“How did you get in my house?” they asked.

“That’s not important!” Asmo grabbed their sleeve and tugged them inside. “The important part is that I have a surprise for you! Well, more than just me being here, which is a delightful surprise all on its own!”

He guided them into their bedroom, gesturing to their bed with a flourish. “Ta-da!”

In the center of the bed was a very large basket filled with various types of spa supplies. Different scented body washes, bath salts, scrubs, face masks, all arranged neatly in the basket with a pink bow tied around the handle.

“Whoa, you got all of this for me?” they asked, stepping up to inspect the products. Quite a few of them were stuff they had complimented Asmo on in the past, but there were a few things that seemed like the demon had tailored them specifically to things that they liked. 

“Of course!” Asmo grinned. “You’ve been working yourself to the bone lately, darling, I can tell. No human of mine is going to have eye bags unless they’re Prada.”

Instinctively, they touched the skin beneath their eyes. Did they really look that bad?

“Oh, don’t look so worried,” Asmo took their face in his hands, thumbs training over their cheekbones. “I’m going to take good care of you tonight.”

Beelzebub: “I really forgot my lunch.”

They could kick themself, they really could. They had been in such a rush to get out the door this morning that they left their lunch on the counter. By the time they realized it, they were already clocking in for their shift. Now they were left staring longingly at the empty spot in the fridge where their lunch would be and trying not to think about how hungry they were.

“Hey,” one of their coworkers called their name. “Some guy out there is looking for you.”

“Huh?” they asked. “Who?”

“Didn’t say his name,” their coworker responded. “Really tall, ginger, built like a brick shit house -”

“Beel?” they stood from their seat. “What would he be doing here?”

Their coworker shrugged, going over to the cupboard to get a plate. “Dunno, but he’s out there.”

Frowning in confusion, they left the break area and poked their head around the corner. Sure enough, there stood Beelzebub in all of his excessively jacked glory. Even in his human form he made most humans look like toys. 

“Beel, what are you doing here?” they made their way over to him. When he noticed them, his face broke out into a wide grin and he reached down to envelope them in a hug. Even in their confusion, they couldn’t resist hugging him back.

“I brought you lunch,” he said, voice rumbling through his torso as he spoke. It took a minute for the human to register what he was saying.

“What?”

“You said you forgot your lunch, so I brought you some,” he held out the bag of fast-food. “You should probably take it before I eat it.”

They had texted Beel earlier bemoaning their forgotten lunch bag, since he would be the most sympathetic towards their plight, but they didn’t think he would actually bring them lunch. They were almost crying with gratitude as they took the bag out of his hands. “Thanks so much, Beel, you’re a lifesaver!”

Beel grinned. “Of course. I would never let you go hungry.”

Belphegor: “You should take a sick day.”

The human shot Belphie a glare, sniffling. “It’s just a cold, Belphie.”

The Avatar of Sloth had invited himself into their apartment, even though he knew they had work in a few hours. At first, they had been impressed that he had managed to get himself up that earlier, but then they realized that it was probably more likely that he had slept all day the day before and was just nocturnal. 

“So?” he asked, stretching himself across their bed. At least he had had the decency to take his shoes off before crashing. “You humans get sick so easily, if you don’t rest up and get better you might die.”

“Not dying from a cold, Belphie,” they replied, rolling their eyes at him in their reflection as they continued getting ready. They talked a big game, but they felt like garbage. It felt like all of the mucus in their body had traveled to their head and someone had run them over with a truck. 

“I thought I was stubborn,” Belphie sighed. He sat up suddenly, leaning forward to wrap his arms around their waist and pull them backwards into the bed. They yelped, thrashing a bit before Belphie maneuvered them into a more comfortable position. “You’re sick, so call off. Your shift doesn’t start for another two hours.”

“But-”

“It’s just going to get worse if you don’t rest,” Belphie put a hand to their forehead. “Are you running a fever? I can never tell with humans, are you supposed to be hotter or colder than demons?”

“How would I know that?” they grumbled, making a valiant but ultimately futile effort to not sink down into the pillows. Belphie was good at making them sleepy on a good day, but when they were sick? Game over. And maybe they did feel a little warm…

“Ugh, fine, maybe I should call off.” they huffed, reaching for their phone. “How dare you be right?”

“Sorry I make better decisions than you do.”

“Don’t make fun of my choices, you were one of them.”

[itiswormtimebaby]

Content

Steve is thankful for what you have, but knows it could be so much better, so much more.

Pairing: Biker!Steve x Apple (fem!reader)

CW: Masturbation, mature language 

The Three Legged Lizard was a proud fixture in the heart of the city, a Mom and Pop diner that had been around long enough for the owners to be four or five Ma’s and Pa’s removed from the originals. Despite being of no blood relation, the current Ma, Miss Martha, truly did treat you like family; and while it wasn’t the type of place you’d dreamed of working when you were younger, back when your aspirations wouldn’t have even fit through the door, it was hard to imagine leaving it for anything else. No, you’d grown fond of the other staff, Miss Martha was extremely understanding of your circumstance and schedule, and there were a handful of regulars you’d be hard pressed to say goodbye to. However there was one rather large drawback to working at the Three Legged Lizard, mid-day week shifts were brutal in their boredom and, as someone who didn’t work nights or weekends, they were all yours. There was only so much time you could spend with your nose in a recipe book, playing cards with Tori, or wiping down the same few tables. Perhaps that was why you’d been so willing to indulge Steve Rogers affections, well, that and those beautiful blue eyes. 

Even if his appearance hadn’t been so striking you would’ve remembered him, the man never deviated from his order; two slices of apple pie and a black coffee. It was unusual for even the most loyal of regulars to not switch it up at least occasionally, but he never did. While he always seemed to be in a bit of a pensive mood he was never rude and you’d quickly written it off as the byproduct of a long day, you were having plenty of those yourself. Despite how often he came in the flirtation started off rather slowly, lingering looks turned to small talk, small talk turned to a few indulgent brushes of fingers across the others’ hand or arm, a kiss on the cheek…

Months passed that way, the blonde biker worming his way into your thoughts even outside of work hours, turning from a midday companion to a late night fantasy. Pulling out your well hidden toys to try and pick the hunk of silicone that would best replicate the feel of him, pretending dark purple was soft pink flesh; you didn’t need to see it to know that man had a beautiful cock. Last week you’d left the diner at the same time, stopping to get a closer look at his bike before he walked you around back to your car. You’d spent the evening on your dryer, pretending that the heat and vibrations were the result of a different motor, rubbing your cunt against a pair of old pleather leggings in a bid to recreate the texture of his bike’s seat. You’d cum with a gasp of his name, and it only cost you having to avoid his eyes for the rest of the week. You were content to leave things as they were, each encounter giving you more fodder for delicious scenarios in which he bent you over tables, counters, his bike, hell even the dryer. Where you depleted your favorite thrusters charge trying to replicate the peak you knew he could drop you off of, where you rubbed your clit raw to the thought of his mouth, blue eyes peeking up at your from between slick drenched thighs. Yes, you could have your moments and your fantasy, you could keep everything compartmentalized. You were excelling at it as a matter of fact, then he had to go and open his mouth. 

“I’m taking you out.” His eyes were bright, as was his easy grin. He didn’t seem to be asking, rather telling, and though your heart rate spiked at the mere thought, a soft fluttering of butterflies in your stomach finding the command immensely satisfying, you played it off. 

“Oh you are, are you? And if I say I have a boyfriend?” Steve’s eyes widened a nearly imperceptible amount, the thought clearly hadn’t crossed his mind; in all fairness over the months of getting to know each other you’d never brought it up. Even so he was being ofaly bold. 

One eyebrow arched upward in challenge; “Is that what you’re telling me? Because if so I’d say he’s an idiot for not marrying you yet.”  Steve reached out and gently tapped the second finger on your left hand where it rested on the counter between you. “No ring, so either no boyfriend, or a stupid one, and I’m not afraid to fight stupid.” 

You allowed your gazes to lock for a moment before releasing eye contact with a gentle shake of your head; “Something tells me you’re not afraid to fight anything, Steve Rogers. But at any rate…no, no ring, said Idiot,” you used quotations to accentuate his choice of words, “took it in the divorce.” This time it was clear by the increased amount of white that surrounded his iris that he was caught off guard, but he didn’t let it slow his stride. 

“Idiot may be putting it too kindly, then. Either way we’re back to the original point- go out with me?” This time it was phrased like a question, one you were desperate to say yes too, body and mind locked up and screaming YES. YES. YES. Instead you shook your head with a small, sad smile, his name rolling off your tongue in a honeyed tone, one meant to disarm. “Steve…” 

Sure he was taking the news you’d been divorced surprisingly in stride, and maybe if that was the most complicated part of your life you’d be ready to move forward but it wasn’t. You steadied yourself to deliver the final blow, his downturned lips pulling at your heartstrings. No was enough of an answer, a full sentence, but he deserved more than that, you couldn’t have him walk away thinking he’d been reading too much into a one-sided connection. It wasn’t fair. 

Struggling with how to say it you finally went with; “Do you know why I’m so good at making apple pie?” You didn’t pause for an answer, not expecting one with how puzzled his expression betrayed him to be, “It’s because it’s my son’s favorite and I’ve had seven years to perfect it.” 

Steve’s expression morphed into one of complete neutrality, waiting for you to continue. 

“I’m not sure if that’s a deal breaker for you but-” 

Words clashed as you both spoke at the same time “It’s not-” “-but even if it were,” He gestured for you to continue. “Even if it were I can’t, he’s my number one priority, and he needs stability and I can’t risk…” With a guilty expression you gesture at the leather kutte on Steve’s back, not needing to finish your sentence; I can’t risk whatever liabilities come with getting entangled in the life of a tatted up active member of a motorcycle club that doesn’t have the best reputation.

“I don’t doubt you’re a good guy, Steve, and I can’t apologize enough for how selfish I’ve been. It must seem like I’ve led you on, and I suppose I have-”

He cuts you off with a soft but firm no, refuting your words. “Apple, Honey, you don’t owe me a damn thing. You never promised me anything, I never expected anything. But I’m not going to walk it back now and pretend I’m not interested because I am.” 

“If it were just me, well I’d…that is to say, I was, am, interested. This has been great here, you coming in, getting to know you. But I don’t know what this,” you wave a hand between you “looks like outside of here and I can’t risk finding out.” 

Steve nods thoughtfully at your words, you were something special, the two of you could be too, and your little boy…but he knew he couldn’t say any of that, couldn’t rock the boat more than his big mouth already had. “Then don’t,” he finally says instead, “just keep giving me this.”  This being your company at the diner, your easy touches and conversations over pie, your conspiratorial laughs and inside jokes. 

The damned butterflies are back in your stomach, frantically working upwards, a foolish bloom of hope rooting in your chest at his words; “Okay,” you finally respond, voice barely above a whisper. 

Steve leaves shortly after, mind buzzing at your revelations. They didn’t change anything of course, but if he had known to begin with he would’ve altered his approach. The purr of his bike’s engine, a soothing sound on any other day, agitates him as he thinks back to the way you’d gestured at his cut. The club. You were worried about the club.  He’d have to find a way to make you see they were a family, a dysfunctional one at times but family none-the-less, you didn’t need to worry about the rest, that bond, the support it offered, made up for the rest. He weaves in and out of traffic as he speeds across town, knowing exactly where to find the two people he needed most in that moment. 

He doesn’t bother knocking, using his spare key to unlock his sister, Bug’s, door. Just as he suspected he would, he finds both her and his best friend, Bucky, inside. The latter is on the floor, back to the couch seated between Bug’s spread knees, leaning into her touch as she plays with his hair. “Hey!” The girl admonishes, “Knock next time! We could’ve been-”

“Don’t,” Steve calls out, “Finish that sentence.” Something in his expression must appeal to her because she lets it drop, asking him what’s wrong instead. Bucky is also looking at him inquisitively, waiting. Steve gives them the run down as quickly as he can, before finishing with, “but my affiliation with the club shouldn’t be a deal breaker, surely I can show her that, right?” 

Steve glances at his sister for reassurance, she was dating a biker after all, but instead of her normal bright smile he’s met with a guilty grimace. “Honestly speaking I can’t really say I blame her for being a bit…hesitant?” 

Steve scoffs, “Seriously? Isn’t that a little hypocritical?” He gestures towards the brunette who sits up a little straighter between her legs, narrowing his eyes at the blonde as he mouths “what the fuck?” out of Bug’s eyeline. 

“No, it’s not, the club, the bike, the late hours- it’s a lot even for me and our circumstances are wildly different. And besides, you don’t know what she might have already heard around town. Y’know, like if you notched your bedpost for every single man, woman, or other you’d bedded it'd be whittled to a toothpick?” 

The thought of that has him indignant, and worried, with your job it WAS entirely possible you’d heard all the towns gossip; he also felt rather offended, his bedpost wouldn’t be a toothpick, and so rather petulantly he grumbles “That’d be Buck’s, not mine.” This time his best friend doesn’t even both attempting to hide his ire, “What the fuck, Man?!” Steve barely spares a glance his way, and when he does it’s not his anger he takes in, it’s his smile. Bug had clearly just whispered something in his ear that has him lighting up, already moved past his irritation.

There was a sharp pang of longing in Steve’s chest at the sight, and he knew right then he would never be content with the routine you’d settled into together- he needed more.

[dearinglovebot]

Do you think Owen and Claire would be open to the possibility of having another child?

I’d say, overall, it’s not something vital to either of them at any point in the series. that’s particularly shown with claire who kind of scoffs at the whole idea for a while. without the dominoe effect leading them to maisie, I think there’s a strong chance they’d remain childfree in like 90% of all scenarios. maisie has that perfect storm type origin where she’s in need, they’re uniquely equipped to deal with her traumas, and they’ve bonded already. it’s not so much having a child together as it is welcoming a new family member who happens to be 10 years old.

if there was a new kid, there are two scenarios I see: 1. birth control fails. accidental baby appears 2. another adoption.

at maximum, dominion!claire is allowing 1 pregnancy before getting a complete hysterectomy. before that she’d probably just get an abortion (provided it is possible). morning sickness, swollen ankles, and the pregnant waddle is like cruel and unusual torture in her mind. she does not care enough about biological children to do that multiple times. nor do I necessarily think she’d really be interested in actively planning to put herself through it based on how she initially talks about kids. ergo, accidental baby.

I think there’s merit in the semi-common perception that owen would be more open to kids bc i mean half his personality is being a girldad to the raptors. the movies make a point of him being good with kids like gray, zach, and maisie. notably in contrast to claire who is not. but if no kids was a deal breaker for him then he probably wouldn’t have gone after the most child free, steals-candy-from-babies type woman on earth aka jurassic world era claire. her body her choice.

HOWEVER! that is assuming claire is the one getting pregnant. if she could get owen pregnant then she would go mad with power and they’d end up with like 7 kids

but adoption is a lot more likely to me. again, there’s a reason the movies made the narrative choice to give them an adoptive child rather than do a pregnancy plot line. they’re an extremely untraditional family who became that way in very strange circumstances. if put in another situation where they stumble across an orphan with no family, they’d probably take that one too without thinking twice.

I feel that if another child was planned, it would probably be an adoptive one rather than biological. not necessarily a newborn, either. at least school age, because the older a child is, the harder it is to find a permanent placement. I say that partially due to claire’s hesitance with young kids and partially because I do think improving a child’s quality of life would majorly impact the decision. newborns are the most adoptable demographic and thus not a priority for either of them. but they love a problem child who could use some TLC. they’re gonna meet a kid who’s had difficulty staying in one spot and they’re gonna decide that no matter what that kid is theirs now.

[wsknbfanaccnt]

Hello! First of all, I am really happy to have found an active Akashi blog! :)

I have an Akashi x reader scenario request. Well, one of your blogs said you want to write some Akashi drama so I have this idea... I have seen some Akashi comforting his s/o but what about the other way around? okay, this might be more angsty than dramatic but here's the situation:

what about Akashi breaking down because of his dad not approving of his relationship with s/o and instead wants to arrange him with the daughter of a successful business man? so, akashi, being really depressed about it, ends up breaking down in front of his s/o (which is extremely unusual knowing Akashi) and he let's out all of his feelings, also about his bad childhood as his father never really allowed him to have freedom, and it just crushes him that he doesn't even have the freedom to spend his life with the person he loves the most. however, it ends up with his s/o who is there to comfort him (of course) and gives him the courage to confront his father. i don't expect akashi actually confronting his father tho, more a situation where we as the reader listen to akashi who is opening up to us and comfort him.

sorry if this is too specific :')

& don't feel forced to write this scenario please!

Thank you!

Helloooo Anon! It's been a while since i revisited this acc and I randomly got the urge to write lol but i don't have any ideas

to the inbox we goooooo~

its also been a while since ive written anything but I PROMISE you I still know everything about the love of my life AKASHI SEIJURO heheh

I hope you enjoy this one!

Under the Stars

[ (Y/N), could you meet me at the park tonight? ]

You were surprised to receive a text from your boyfriend at this hour, since usually his time was occupied by the millions of things he needs to do. You understood this of course, which is also the reason why you immediately got up from your bed and put a jacket on. It must be important if he wanted to meet with you in person.

[I'm on my way.]

It was already twilight, but the orange and red hues of the sun still shone through the clouds and onto the grass. Your boyfriend was already there, his red hair glowing in the sun. He was watching you, or rather, admiring you with a small smile on his lips.

"Hey there Sei," you said quite cheerfully, almost skipping as you went to him and sat down next to him. This park was your little hiding spot since it was rather secluded. It was hidden by tall trees, making the entrance easy to miss unless you knew where to look. Often you two come here to look at the stars.

"My love. Always so beautiful," he greeted softly, wrapping an arm around you and placing a gentle kiss on your cheek. Small gestures like these always gave you butterflies, no matter how insignificant it seemed.

"Oh you.." you giggled softly, leaning against him. Not wanting to delay in case there was something wrong, you went right for it. "So... what's up?"

His lips pursed softly, the boy clearly in distress. Akashi let out a gentle sigh, looking up at the sky as he held his hands together and mentally prepared himself to say it out loud.

"I have some unfortunate news. My father... does not approve of our relations. He has already scheduled a meeting for myself and a girl from another family." he said, his voice trailing off at his last words. You had never seen Akashi this lost before.

"What?! He can't do that to you!" you exclaimed immediately, sitting up and looking at him, your expression filled with worry and panic. The boy merely looked down as he played with his fingers, a pained smile curling the corner of his lips.

"It appears.. I have no choice." he mumbled, his voice barely over a whisper. A pang hit your chest at the sound of his voice, and you wished you could take all his pain and carry it yourself.

"Sei... I'm so sorry..." you said softly, carefully wrapping your arms around his waist and squeezing him tight. He turned his head away, concealing his emotions as much as he could. This time he stayed silent, biting his lip as it quivered. Akashi slowly moved closer to you, hugging you back as tightly as he could. Being here in his beloved's arms, the scent of her neck, the comfort she brought him, it was worth every single hardship he had endured. But as he reminisced those times, the things he had to go through, and his mother, it became too much for him to handle. You noticed his body started to shake even as he repressed his emotions.

"Hey... Sei? Are you okay...?" you whispered softly, pulling away as worry rose to your chest. Akashi didn't look you in the eye, turning his head away from you in embarrassment as his breath hitched. He remained silent, only the crickets chirping filling the air.

"Please look at me Seijuro..." you didn't want to force him, so you reached your hand out and gently cupped his cheek. He took a deep shaky breath as he slowly turned his head towards you, but never looking at you in the eyes. Your heart broke into a million pieces as you spotted his eyes brimming with tears, his cheeks stained with wetness as well. This was the first time you saw Akashi cry, and it was too painful to bear.

"Oh my darling... I love you so much... Come here baby," you whispered as you pulled him towards you, the boy hiding his face in your neck. You let him cry as long as he needed to, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as you stroked his back. Seijuro was silent as he let his emotions out through his tears, but his body still shaking.

"Cry it out, okay...? You're gonna be okay, you're here next to me. You're with me Sei, you're safe." you muttered softly. You wanted to make sure that he knew that he was allowed to express his emotions, that he could trust you with things like this. Admittedly, you felt happy that Akashi was comfortable enough with you to finally let his walls down. It reminded you of when you first met him; so intimidating and feared by people around him. But you knew better, especially now. He was just a boy, and he never deserved such treatment.

The two of you sat there on the grass holding each other for a long while, just listening to the sounds of the night. The crickets, the low humming sound of the light pole, the scent of the grass and the brush of the crisp, cold breeze. Your head snapped up at the sky, realizing that it was completely dark now. It was a perfect night. You couldn't see the moon anywhere and there were no clouds in the sky. You looked down at the boy that was still snuggled against you, kissing his head.

"Do you wanna look at the stars?" You muttered, breaking the silence between you two. Akashi paused for a second before pulling away, his heart now calm. Still he remained silent, nodding as you laid down on the grass. This time, he snuggled against you, looking up at the stars at well. You held him in your arms, both of your eyes lingering on the twinkling.

"I apologize for tonight, my love. I did not want you to witness me in such a weak state." Akashi finally spoke, taking a deep breath. You could hear in his voice that his throat was still swollen from crying.

"It's okay Seijuro, really. I would rather you cry in my arms than shoulder all your emotions yourself." you reassured him, stroking his hair.

"You know... you are the only other person I have truly let my walls down with," he started, snuggling against her more. Your lips curled into a smile, happy that he felt safe with him.

"My mother was the first," he said quietly, his voice melancholy. You turned his head to him, mildly surprised. He had never talked about his past before, especially not his mother. You knew the basics of course, but this was the first time he brought the subject up on his own. You looked back up at the night sky, listening to him.

"As you know she died when I was very young... 5th grade. My father had been life this since I was born. Strict, unforgiving and cruel. Never once did he allow me to stray from perfection. As a result, any mistakes are deemed completely unacceptable. As if failing meant death." he started, scoffing at the memories.

"It was all to raise me as his heir of course. It almost felt as if he wanted a child for the sole purpose of passing it down to me. This was quite a lot of pressure for a someone that age... for anyone. Though, I wanted to win my father's approval. His attention, his praise... he was still my father after all. Not once did I recieve such treatment from him. I did however, recieved love from my mother," he said, his lips curling to a smile as he reminisced.

"She was beautiful and kind. Gentler than a feather in the breeze. She introduced me to basketball and somehow managed to convince my father that this was a sport that I could use to better improve myself... and thus it was approved. Mother knew exactly how to handle father... it was incredible how she did. She hid her tactics from me to protect me. Because of her I had leisure time. I had fun through the sport. My father was brutal, but it was all worth it because through her I was able to at least peek into the life of a normal child." You smiled, your heart warming at how he talks about his mother.

"After she was gone, Father became more strict than he ever was before. He did not even give me time to cope with her death. I remember that day... he called me to his office and told me the news. As you might expect, I wanted to go to her and see her for one last time. But just as he told me she was gone, immediately he increased my workload without even a hint of rest. Eventually, even satsfaction had been stripped from basketball. Again, I had no place to relieve myself from my worries."

"Then you entered my life. I felt as if I had been risen from the depth of the waters... something I had not experienced in a long while. And not being able to spend my life with you... to lose you similar to how I lost my mother... I could not bear the burden again."

You sniffed unexpectedly, listening to his voice and him telling you about his childhood. Seijuro looked to you and sat up a bit, a worried look on his face.

"(Y/N)... Why are you crying, my love?"

"It's just so sad...! You've been through so much and your mom died and you didn't have anyone but yourself- I feel so bad for you..!" you whined softly, your voice high pitched from crying.

"There is no need to feel pity for me my darling... It is not unusual to me-"

"That's what makes it even sadder...!"

"Oh dear..." but Seijuro couldn't help but smile softly at the sight, feeling relieved. His heart felt lighter, finally being able to express his burdens without fear.

"I love you so much." he said softly, laying down on the grass and placing a kiss on your head as you eventually calmed down.

"I love you too..." you said, sniffing a bit as you layed down next to him, snuggling in his arms.

"Thank you, (Y/N). For being here for me, listening to me always. You make me strong, my dear." he said, slipping his fingers through her hair and smiling up at the stars.

"Of course. I will always be here for you, Sei."

Those words rang in his mind, as he finally relaxed on the grass. As you two lay under the stars and pointed out constellations, he couldn't help but feel that things would be okay, especially with you by his side.

[chounaifu]

🔪 NSFT Headcanon Post

B i s e x u a l

Proton doesn't get any sort of emotional gratification from sex. Maybe a sense of intimacy and closeness, but there aren't any deeper feelings attached to the action. Sex =/= love or affection. He's fucking for the body feels and nothing more.

Sex is usually stress relief or an addictive dopamine hit in the moment. It's very casual and he isn't shy about it. At all. If someone is interested, he's an open book with them.

It takes more than looks to seduce him or get him interested. He's into strange, bizarre and unusual personalities, not just an appealing face or body.

Very much a phyaical switch, but he's going to take charge regardless. He'll either be a highly possessive top or an aggressive power bottom, but he finds pure submission extremely boring. Whatever role fits the scenario or the partner, he isn't too picky and doesn't have a solid preference. Don't ever insult or belittle him if you manage to get him on bottom though, he'll make sure you never speak again. (Literally.)

Nothing is vanilla or sweet, and he's not interested in milquetoast sex partners. The man is an emotional and physical sadist and LOVES to bleed his partners, and push them to their absolute limits. He drinks up strong displays of emotion and has no issue doing whatever it takes to break his partner in all the best ways. If they're teary with pleasure and overstimulation by the end, Proton is very pleased.

The knives are coming with him to the bedroom, but he doesn't need them to break skin, he'll gladly use teeth. He goes wild for blood and saliva, and makes a mess of it.

Shibari is an A+ in his book, he prefers to be the rigger though.

Seldom is he satisfied with just one round of sex, especially if he has a loud and responsive partner. It's not unusual for him to use his fingers or even an open mouth gag to keep that jaw wide open so he can REALLY hear his partner. He himself doesn't make much sound though, aside from hisses and stuttered breaths.

Speaking of fingers, he's extremely hands on and enjoys manipulating his partner's body, whether that's positioning them, grabbing their throat, pinning their wrists, or latching onto hair. The hands are always busy.

He doesn't fuck and tell. Sex doesn't preoccupy his mind outside of when the urges get to him. You'll never see this guy walking around and talking about who he's had sex with or what he's into unprompted.

[jeongyunhoed]

Past-Present-Future   Black Dahlia     RED: Rogue, Extremely Dangerous

The fourth and final installment to the superpowers AU. San’s past comes catching up to him as he is targeted by an old colleague turned foe. With everyone else caught in the crossfire, San is forced to reveal what happened to him in the years before going on the search for his sister.

group: ATEEZ member: San pairing: yunho/oc, san/oc (in flashbacks) t/w (in this chapter): fear of heights, mentions of death, funerals, just ominous themes all around.

things to note: And this, marks the end of our superpowers au. This has been a years-long AU that I've been writing, both the original canon and the remade one. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I have for the past...nine years or so because I started the first story back in 2013. I'm excited for the other WIPs I've got to write and finish. Also, the final sequence is like a post-credits scene, haha. 

word count: 2648

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Chapter 10 - Final 

San got out of bed later that night. He heard the weird rumbling coming from the middle of the city and it didn’t help his efforts in trying to sleep. It was especially loud, and he figured that it was probably some construction mishap, or a demolition that was taking place at this hour, when there were the least cars on the roads and people in the streets. 

Stepping out of his room, he glanced at the one other room in the apartment. Yunho was sleeping in his own apartment for the night. San would have to deal with being the only one living there for a while. For a while, he reminded himself, refusing to accept the only other scenario. 

The apartment felt unusually bigger without her, and everything remained the same. As San walked through the apartment, he stopped whenever he saw something of hers. The pairs of shoes that were lined by the door, the bag hanging on the coat rack, along with the khaki green jacket that she wore whenever the weather got a little chilly. 

San stopped at the pictures that were hanging on the wall, and the certificates that were hanging above them. The pictures grew in number since then, from being mostly of her and Jihoon, to the two of them, to her and Yunho, to the three of them, pictures with Hyuk and Chanyeol, with Junhong, and then all of them together, including their first Christmas. There were even pictures with Ino that even Mirae didn’t want to take down after what happened the previous year. 

His eyes scanned through the pictures and he stopped again when he saw the staff leaning against the wall. San sniffled, blinking back the tears that were poised to fall, as his mind kept replaying the last moments he had. Jungwoo wanting to keep torturing her until he caved, all the while torturing everyone else all because he wanted more power, more mutant power. 

The doorbell suddenly rang and San approached the monitor to see who it was. There was no one there, and it only meant one thing. San went down to the door and opened it, seeing Yeosang standing behind. “A little late for you to be here, isn’t it?” He said, stifling a look of surprise at how Yeosang looked now. 

“Where is Yunho?” He said, sidestepping San to enter the apartment. San closed the door behind them only to step back when Yunho suddenly appeared, looking a little frazzled. 

“I’m right here,” He said, San following him back into the apartment. “I had an insane dream, something about statues.” 

“Then you have received the vision,” Yeosang stared at the taller male.  

San looked confused. “Okay, what the hell is going on? Why are both of you here?” He asked. “No, why are you here, Yeosang?” 

“I am here because I will need Yunho’s help. I spoke with Mark not too long ago-” 

“Mark? Mark Lee?” San and Yunho looked surprised, and Yeosang nodded. “What does that guy want now? We beat him last year, remember?” 

“That may be so, but alas, what Mark and I have found out and what Yunho has dreamt about, is something much bigger than us,” Yeosang’s expression remained stern. “If you two keep staring at me like that, it is because I haven’t fed.” 

“Okay, so what was that about?” Yunho said. 

Yeosang studied their expressions for a moment. “The statues have broken, they have woken up, and mutantkind, humanity, is at risk. Those statues have traveled all across the world over the centuries, the last time I saw them was in Tokyo in 1935. There’s also a chance those could be in eastern Europe, at least that is what Mark thinks.” 

“Statues? Like mutant statues?” San asked. 

Yeosang shook his head. “Something else entirely. If you ever wonder what the very first of our kind was like, this might give you an idea. Mark and his entire cabal of bastards are aware, as does the very man who betrayed Mirae.” 

Yunho and San exchanged looks. “Ino…” They said at the same time. 

“Yes. Ino is looking for those statues as well. We must get to those statues before Ino does, especially as Ino may still bear a grudge,” Yeosang said. “But we will need to be sure so we must go to Japan tonight.” 

Yunho nodded. “Okay then, I’ll wake Seonghwa up-” 

“That is also something I must point out. Just because I told the two of you doesn’t mean you two will bring the rest of them along, only the two of you can go, the rest cannot follow,” Yeosang gave them a look. “At least for now, but I doubt their…services are needed as much as yours,” He pointed to the taller male. 

“Alright, alright, I won’t tell them, but they will wonder where we’ve gone so I have to at least tell Seonghwa this,” Yunho pointed out, and Yeosang nodded in defeat. 

“I shall inform you of where to meet as we will take my jet to go there. You two must pack some belongings immediately,” Yeosang told them before rushing out of the door, closing it behind him. 

San turned to Yunho, trying to process what Yeosang told them. “So, we’re going?” He asked. 

“I don’t think we have a choice if what Yeosang’s saying is true, and if what I dreamt of was true…” Yunho shrugged. “It’s going to be hard, doing this all without her, but we’ll have to do it. No one else can.” 

“If Yeosang turns out to be a liar, I can’t promise you I won’t try to kill him,” San said. 

“Hey, you’re talking to me, I’d gladly kill him,” Yunho assured him. 

As soon as Yunho disappeared in the hallway, San looked over to the pictures, his eyes traveling towards the staff that was leaning against the wall. He picked up the silver object, retracting it to its shorter form. Somehow he felt he might need it, and he brought it with him to his room. 

~ 

Seonghwa felt his legs shake from nervousness and fright as he was standing on the ledge of the roof of the record store. It was four stories high and Seonghwa felt himself freezing, unable to look down. Mirae was standing next to him, and Yunho was standing by the fire escape ladders, his appearance obscured enough for him to be able to teleport. Hongjoong was standing by as well, as was San, both of them looking up at them from the ground. 

Wooyoung, Mingi, and Jongho were standing behind Mirae and Seonghwa, watching what they were about to do. Junhong was also standing by, clipboard in hand and ready to take notes. 

“Why are we up here?” He asked nervously. 

“Because, if you want to better learn about your powers, what better way to use it in a situation like this?” Mirae said. “Hyuk would’ve taught you this, but he isn’t, so it’ll be me. Who knows, you might actually be a stronger telekinetic than you thought.” 

Seonghwa swallowed hard. “This is insane,” He said, trying his hardest not to look down. 

“You’ll be fine. You have five seconds to break our fall and keep us afloat, if you hesitate, Yunho will pop in and out to get us down safely. If not Yunho, Hongjoong will. Think of it as another way to train how fast you can be,” Mirae glanced at the speedster, who nodded. 

“Worst case scenario, Wooyoung will get us out,” Junhong chimed in. 

“Hey!” Wooyoung gave them a look. Mingi and Jongho laughed. 

“How about, to make even more challenging, Jongho’s standing down here with his spikes out?” San yelled. 

“Good idea,” Mirae grinned, and Jongho ran down the stairs. “You’ll be fine,” She assured Seonghwa, who nodded. “There will come a time that you can’t use the bow and arrows, or you have nothing at all. Not even what we know might help, so your powers can come in.”

“I really hope you’re right,” Seonghwa said. 

Mirae patted his shoulder then held his hand. “You ready? Five seconds,” She said, and grabbed onto him as they jumped down the ledge. 

Seonghwa let out a yelp as he held onto Mirae, his eyes and fingertips immediately emitting a green glow. Mirae was under him and she was inches above Jongho’s spiked form, barely touching the ends of the spikes that were coming from his arm. “Not bad!” Hongjoong called out to them, San cheering as well. 

Seonghwa sighed in relief, only for the two of them to collapse on the ground just when Jongho put his arm down. “Couldn’t hold it that long?” San chuckled as they stood up. 

~ 

Junhong pulled the van up to the airport later that night. “I still don’t understand why Yeosang only needed the two of you, but okay, if he says so,” He said. 

“Worried?” Yunho asked. 

“Well, I haven’t been on this kind of mission, you’ll need my help,” Junhong pointed out, making the two of them chuckle. “But, I guess I’ll tell the others what’s going on. I’ve already outfitted your bags with things you might need anyway.” 

San stared at the taller male. “Heol…you could seriously make it as a pickpocketer, you know,” He said. 

Junhong grinned. “Hey, before Professor Jang found me, I might’ve done a few things as a kid,” He said. “If the fighting spills over here, we’ll be at the ready.” 

“Good, from the looks of this, it might be,” San said. 

Junhong nodded, and the two of them got out of the van, giving the taller male an assuring wave. Junhong drove away, and Yunho and San turned to enter the airport. “I would’ve thought we’d be at a private airport hangar if we’re taking Yeosang’s jet over there,” Yunho muttered. 

The two of them walked in the direction of what looked like the first-class lounge, but was actually the lounge for clients and associates of the Kang Organization to wait for the jet to be ready. 

“The last time I was in this kind of lounge was when Mirae and I flew to the south of France for a vacation,” San recalled as they were served drinks upon sitting down on the plush couches. “We went on a cruise afterwards. Yeosang invited us. Then again, he found out we were on the same flight as him so he upgraded our seats.” 

“That was the one thing I wasn’t able to do with her,” Yunho said, looking down at the glass of gin and tonic that he was given. “Thinking about it now, we weren’t able to do a lot of things together.” 

San sipped his drink, staring at the bubbles as they waited. He was relieved they didn’t have to go through those security checkpoints or else they would really need Yeosang’s help in getting out of the endless hours of questioning, even more so when they arrived. Both of them were heavily armed. 

Yunho’s eyes widened as he took another drink, a familiar feeling coming over him. It was the same kind of feeling he got when he sensed Mirae for the first time, only it wasn’t just because he sensed her. He put his glass down and stood up, his expression hopeful yet surprised when he saw the woman who entered the lounge, only she looked different with her blonde, almost-white hair.

He took a few steps, seeing her stop at the sight of him as well. Yunho noticed how calm she looked, even as she was wearing what seemed like incredibly expensive clothes. “Mirae?” He said softly. 

“Hello,” She said. 

Yunho took another step closer, while she stayed put. “Is it-is it really you?” He said. 

“I guess so,” She replied. 

“But-but how? How are you alive?” Yunho was still trying to process seeing her. “You-you even look different too.” 

“I feel different,” Mirae said. “I was wondering the same thing, actually. How I’m alive…” 

Yunho took another step forward until he was right in front of her. “Did-did Yeosang bring you back to life?” He asked, trying to fight the urge to pull her in his arms until he was sure. 

“He couldn’t understand why either,” She said. “He found me where I died.” 

Yunho kept trying to read her mind. He wanted to be sure it was her. Mirae looked up at him, then noticed her brother having the exact same expression as him. “Mirae?” He said, his eyes almost welling with tears. 

“Hello Sanie,” She said. 

San moved past Yunho and hugged her tightly, sniffling as he tried to keep himself from breaking down. “Mirae…” He sniffled as he pulled away. 

“Yeah, it’s me,” She said, looking back at Yunho, who moved to hug her as well. 

San blinked back his tears. “Looks like we were right, we should’ve waited for you to come back somehow.” 

“I heard about the funeral,” She said. 

“So, I guess you’re here for the same reason we are?” San looked hopeful, and she nodded. He hugged her again, a little longer than before. 

They heard someone’s throat clear, and Yeosang was standing by the entrance, with some of his assistants already lugging what looked like two suitcases. “I trust this little reunion is satisfactory? We won’t have time once we land in Japan, we won’t have time for this at all seeing as it’s quite a short flight,” He said. 

Mirae pulled away. “Yes it is,” She said. 

“My dear, our bags are to be loaded onto the plane at any moment, shall we?” Yeosang said. “Don’t worry, Yunho, I did nothing of what you are speculating to your beloved, but we must go.” 

San and Yunho picked up their bags, as they followed Mirae out of the lounge, the three of them following Yeosang down the hall that led to the doors of his plane.

The End.

~ 

From the place where the graves of Hyuk and Chanyeol were located, a bright beam of light shot down from the sky near the tree. A figure was falling down from the sky, followed by another, and three more. They were young men, dressed in blue, wearing black tactical vests, jackets, and boots. 

One of them had red hair, his left eye was black but had a white pupil in the shape of a star. 

“Where are we?” He said. 

The tallest one from the five of them, whose ear pieces were pointed, shrugged. “From the looks of this place, we must be on Earth,” He said. 

“Earth? We’re on Earth?” asked the male with brown curly hair and had mechanical wings sticking out of his back. “…Wait a minute, we’re in this solar system?” 

“I believe we are,” said the male with small horns sticking out of his helmet. He took out a device from his pocket to scan the area. “Yes, we are on Earth.” 

“Then we went in the wrong galaxy, there’s no stars here,” said the male whose tactical jacket had metal spikes. “There’s nothing of value here, Taehyun, didn’t you check the coordinates?” 

“I did, but I must have miscalculated,” Said the male with the black eye. “We should probably get back to our ship.” 

“Maybe this is a blessing in disguise,” the male with the horned helmet chimed in. “There’s probably a star here somewhere. I bet we can fetch ourselves a pretty penny, bringing back something from Earth. No one’s going to be able to know we got something from here anyway.” 

“I hope you’re right about that Yeonjun,” the tall male with pointed earpieces said. 

They took another step, and found something glinting in the ground. Yeonjun bent down to take a look at what was glinting. It was a diamond. He picked it up and showed it to them. “You were saying, Soobin?” 

Satisfied smiles played across their faces.

[nd43kinks]

Hello. it's me again. The anon who has sent you so many messages today. But you post about some of my favourite people, and it's so rare and something I've never seen before, and I am obsessed.

So. Maybe this is weird and strange and unusual, but my favourite thing in the whole world is mutual stuff. Like, a group of friends band together to get one of their mutual, very close friends very drunk and very high, so they're incoherent and slow and will probably not remember this the next day, but this makes them pliant and willing and it also makes them very, very hungry, and so these friends mess around a little bit by telling their friend how pretty they are and saying things they'd never say while they were sober, taking pictures and posing, but MOST IMPORTANTLY, feeding them so, so, so much food. Like, an unbelievable amount of food. So much food. Their belly gets distended and they're moaning and pained, but then they give him more weed and give him more alcohol and then they're good to go, and they're fed and their belly is rubbed for the rest of the night, and when they wake up in the morning they don't remember what happened but their belly is still huge and full from the previous night so they can't be too upset, they must have just had too much weed and gotten the munchies, no big deal. And if their friend tells them how good they look and offers them some food, then that doesn't mean anything.

I don't know. I think it's got to do with being on your blog all day, but I can't stop thinking of this scenario with like, Magnus being the friend who gets fed, or literally any member of the Mighty Nein with the others helping out, OR, Keyleth from Vox Machina because you know she's gluttonous and even Orym and Dorian from Bells Hells!! I just want some friends taking good care of another friend through any means necessary damn it! I don't know, please don't hate me, I'm obsessed with you, goodnight

OH I ABSOLUTELY KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN. Group stuffing scenarios are CHOICE, I love when it's one person getting pampered by a group of people who love and care for them, ESPECIALLY if they're the kind of character that's prone to not taking care of themselves. And critically it's all loving and soft and gentle, there's no forcing or (extreme) teasing, it's just letting someone who has denied themselves care open up to care from people who love them ;_; This would be so good with Caleb... or Kingsley post campaign... I love Orym stuffing too, he's so focused on taking care of everyone else... someone should take care of him....

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Characters: gn! reader x Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Childe, Zhongli, Xiao, Chongyun, Venti, Dainsleif

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Diluc

When you first start dating, is a man of few words, but definitely shows that he cares. Is the type who sends you flowers but doesn't say anything about it.

Gradually warms up a bit more as time passes.

Is not a fan of public displays of affections but you'll notice that he'll touch you in subtle ways. Touching your lower back to steer you to the right path, touching your shoulder to get your attention, touching your arm when he just feels like it.

You'll catch him looking at you once in a while and when you ask what's wrong he shakes his head and will say something like, "Nothing, just got distracted,"

When you're alone, will lay his head on your lap for whatever reason. Will usually be reading a book and the next time you glance at him he would have fallen asleep, peaceful look on his face.

People will notice that his mood changes when you're around. He's a lot less on edge and will take a more relaxed stance.

People will also notice the gentle look on his face when he talks to you, compared to the stiff look he gives others.

Will give heaps of forehead kisses.

Kaeya

Has no problem showing affection right from the beginning.

Cheek kisser. Anywhere, anytime. Whenever he feels like it, for no reason at all.

When you're out in town, the type who will sneak up behind you, cover your eyes with his hands and ask, breath above a whisper and near your ear, "Guess who?" you know who it is every time.

If not that, then he'll just hug you from behind and "Caught you, you're coming with me," mischievous glint in his eyes.

People will notice how he can't seem to take his eyes off of you.

Is somehwhat flirtatious but always reminds you that you're number one. "I might look like I'm joking, but trust me, I'm serious about you,"

When you're alone, is the type who will take you in his arms, drop you in bed and just cuddle with you while playing with your hair.

Albedo

Doesn't say much when you first start dating. Actually you don't even know when exactly you guys started dating, you just had a hunch that it was happening because he starts to give you kisses on the top of your head whenever you would part ways with him.

When you ask about it, "Hm? Dating...? Yes, I suppose that's what you call it. I'd rather call it as an exclusive privilege to you,"

Asks for your company whenever he can. You don't do much, but just watch him work. He's happy with just being in the same room as you.

Will sometimes be conscious about the fact that you might be bored "Here, would you like to try?" is just an excuse for him to guide your hand on how to do specific alchemy experiments.

When he feels tired and burnt out will just appear next to you and hug you round the waist, rest his head on your shoulder and murmur "Just a small break,"

When you're out in town together and someone comments about it being rare to see Master Albedo accompanied by someone, he would reply back gesturing at you, "They are... My life partner. So, it's only natural you'd see us together."

Life partner=his word to indicate that you're dating

When you're alone, would ask you to fix his hair or tie his hair up cause "you're the only one who knows how to do it properly, aside from me,"

Childe

Absolutely cannot keep his hands to himself.

Always greets you with some form of hug, usually bear hugs or let me nuzzle into your neck hugs.

Would glue you to his hip if he could.

Visibly happy in public with you, dotes on you and asks you what you'd like to do today.

People can literally see hearts hovering around his head when you're around.

Hand holding a must.

Will not let you do any manual work or labor. Got something to carry? Will take it from you. Need to wash the dishes? Just use his vision. Having trouble with that jar? He might break it for causing you so much trouble.

When you're alone, will always be the big spoon and trail kisses on your neck.

Has a permanent smile plastered on his face when he sees you. "You're just too cute!"

Zhongli

This man is gentle and yet manages to be firm about what he wants, which is you, and no one else.

Does not show a wide range of emotions, he's either calm and collected or agitated and cautious, depending on situations that concern you.

Agitated and cautious because he feels like you're such a fragile thing.

Will enjoy watching your face light up at his suggestions and will get that soft hint of a smile on his face. "Strange, this effect you have on me. Quite an extraordinary thing, and that would be saying a lot considering I've been around for thousands of years,"

When he accompanies you out to town will walk a step behind you but regularly check on you by standing next to you, and reaching out to touch your shoulder that is further away from him. Thus you're momentarily in a semi-side hug. "Everything alright?"

When someone in public comments about you and him making a cute couple, he feels a sense of pride and confirms it. "It is as you say. I wonder from time to time how I've managed to have someone like them stay with me,"

When alone with you, is the type to pull you on their lap and keep you there for as long as he can while he works.

Xiao

Is totally a cold one even if you start dating. But it doesn't mean that he doesn't care, he just has his own way of showing it.

However the more you grow on him the more you find out that he gets flustered unusually easy.

When you suggest a date, for example, his face will get that subtle hint of red. "I-I don't have time for that,"

Sometimes he would say he wouldn't want to do something with you, but then when he finds out you went and did it by yourself he gets moody. "Huh? You already went to get ice-cream?!" will glare at nothing in particular until you say you can go with him next time. "Fine..."

Has periods of being worried that you're tired of him. You know when it happens because he gets quiet, and he will suddenly just grab your wrist, look at the ground, and mumble "... I know I'm not the best at showing and saying how I feel but..." you understand anyway, and are happy with just that.

Is actually extremely possessive. Usually will not hold your hand when walking around town but when a man somehow approaches you he's there in the next second and pulls you into a back hug while staring the guy down.

When you're alone, loves to have you lay your head on his lap and have quiet conversations with you.

Chongyun

is a shy boi and rather unsure of himself.

will gain confidence along the way.

“U-Uh, would you like to hold hands, maybe?” you tell him he doesn’t have to ask at all but he still asks the first few times anyway

Is very thoughtful about your schedule and workload, will constantly worry about you when you seem like you’re tired or overworked

When he knows you’re too tired he gets this sudden assertive side of him “That’s enough for today isn’t it?”

Will add a kiss to your temple, on the side of your forehead.

Sometimes will start to panic about something and turns to you for help. It’s actually something easy to solve so you help him and he would sigh and say “What would I do without you?” and leans in for a hug.

When you’re alone, has a surprisingly assertive side that pulls you in for a hug whenever he feels like it. Sometimes you’d fall together in bed and just cuddle while talking.

Venti

“A-ha! There you are!” will open his arms and wait for you to come to him. If you do, he does his trademark laugh and hug you tight. If you don’t, will stare at you with a questioning face but break into smile and say “Oh, too shy cause we’re out in public? Come on, it’s just a hug!” 

Has no issues telling everyone in town that you’re a couple. “Oh yea, have you met Y/N here? Cute right?...And all mine!” Cue the trademark laugh again.

loves to sit on the sofa, lean his back on the arm of it and have you in his arms just looking down at you do your own thing, mostly reading. If not, then just taking naps with you there.

When the two of you are alone, he sometimes gets this sad or thoughtful look on his face, which is super rare on his usually cheerful demeanor. You would ask what’s wrong and he would snap back to reality saying, “...I was just thinking about...how it would be without you,” jumps back quite quickly and grins, “but that’s not gunna happen, you’re stuck with me till the end!”

Out in public when someone comments you’re such a cute couple he would readily agree and give you a side hug, arms round your shoulder, cheek pressed up against yours. “We’re the cutest you’ll ever see!”

Dainsleif

the definition of protective is this man

is very subtle with his touches, affection and words, but despite that you can feel his unparalleled loyalty to you and is surprisingly gentle.

loves to greet you with a one handed hug and a kiss on the side of your lips.

Out in town, will start off just walking beside you but you wouldn’t even notice when he had slipped his hand in yours. His type of hold is the type of hold that makes you feel like he’s never letting go until you do.

While out adventuring with you, will have these moods where he’s just clingy. Will pull you by the wrist, trap you in between him and a tree and lean in for a kiss on the lips, gently.

Will pull back a moment later, cheeks flushed pink and apologize. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me,” 

loves to have you lean on his shoulder when you rest, and will watch you doze off peacefully.

[catgirlforkaeya]

unexpected affection

kaeya x gn!reader

fluff

submission: “a scenario of kaeya waking up to see his s/o who is usually shy when it comes to physical contact, intertwining his hand with theirs and holding it close to them? ( s/o is still asleep when he already woke up )”

warnings: all lowercase + not proofread

a/n: the title for this is awful i am sorry i cannot come up with creative titles at all 😭

the golden light of the morning sun was beginning to seep in through the curtains. the warm light shone on both of your resting figures, only disturbing one of you though.

kaeya let out a small groan, a little annoyed that the sun was starting to disturb his sleep. he went to turn onto his other side to try and avoid the light, but something was holding his hand in place. opening his heavy eyelids, he saw a very… unexpected sight.

you had his hand intertwined with yours, holding it tightly and pressing it against your chest. you were still lost in slumber, unbothered by the sun since you had your back turned to it. your face had no expression on it, just pure calmness.

it was very unusual for kaeya to see you like this. ever since the early days of your relationship you’d been extremely shy when it came to any physical contact. that didn’t stop you two from cuddling, but kaeya was always the one to initiate it. anytime he’d give any affection you’d always be a shy mess. he couldn’t recall any time that you’d started any form of physical contact with him. he didn’t take any offense to it, he knew that you just weren’t used to this kind of stuff.

he was just shocked to see you like this. he honestly had no words— the only thing he could do was admire you while his heart fluttered ever so slightly. he didn’t move at all— he didn’t want to disturb you. you looked so peaceful laying there asleep with his hand in yours. the last thing he wanted to do was interrupt your sleep.

—

kaeya didn’t even know how much time had passed. he had closed his eyes and was just about to fall back asleep when you let out a yawn. opening his eyes, he saw you open yours at the same time. you gave a tired smile— very unaware that you still were cuddling with his hand.

“good morning, love,” kaeya’s voice was a little deeper than usual and kinda raspy/gravelly— his normal tone for his morning voice.

“mornin’,” you mumbled, eyelids still feeling heavy.

“y’know if you ever want something to cuddle with, all you have to do is ask,” a sly grin came across kaeya’s face as he nodded down to your hands. he let out a chuckle at how flushed you got within seconds.

you opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out. you just buried your head into kaeya’s chest, his soft laugh echoing in your head. he wrapped his arms around your torso, giving a small kiss on the top of your head.

you two laid like that for awhile, eventually getting dragged back into slumber for a few more minutes.

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