#so like what if they were in a cute gazebo

[puddii-ng]

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[otakusheep15]

Flufftober Day 31 - Proposal - Heartslabyul

Characters included: Riddle Rosehearts, Trey Clover, Cater Diamond, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade

Word count: 2993

Riddle

Who proposes: Riddle

Riddle likes for everything to be perfect. Even after his overblot, that’s one thing he couldn’t shake off. 

This includes your relationship. He would never try and force you to be perfect, but he wants your relationship to be. He wants to be the perfect partner, the perfect gentleman. 

It takes him forever to propose, for better or worse. Riddle is definitely the kind of person to date for a super long time before even considering marriage. 

He wants to marry you, of course, but that’s a big commitment, and he has a lot he’d like to work out before he fully commits himself to you like that. It’s actually very mature of him. 

When he does propose, it’s after several years of courtship and dating. Everything is planned out perfectly and to his liking. 

Riddle decided to propose to you at a local park. There’s a lovely hidden clearing with a gazebo surrounded by rose bushes. It’s the perfect spot for a picnic date. 

The date is going so well. It’s a sunny day, there’s no other people around to disturb you, and you’re having an amazing time. 

Riddle is obviously nervous, and you can probably guess what’s going to happen. It’s cute watching him squirm as he waits for the perfect moment. 

Then, it happens. He stands up and moves to your side. He kneels down, and you wait eagerly in anticipation. He’s just about to speak���

And then thunder sounds throughout the park. Suddenly, rain is pouring everywhere. Luckily, the two of you are protected by the gazebo, but there’s no getting out anytime soon. 

Riddle looks between a mixture of annoyed and dejected. All of that planning, and he forgot to check the weather. Of course this would happen to him. 

And yet, you’re smiling. It’s the most perfect smile he’s ever seen, and even through his annoyance, he can’t help but melt at the sight of it. 

You look at him, urging him to finish what he was doing. He stares for a moment, slightly baffled that you seem so unbothered, but he continues on at your reassurance. 

He gives his perfectly prepared speech, and the smile never leaves your face. You say yes, of course, and he slips the ring on your finger. 

You then pull him off of his knees, pulling him into a tight hug. He’s shocked for a moment, but is quick to reciprocate. 

You’ve always been his rock, the calm to his storm. When his mind is racing about every little detail, you’re the one to pull him back, allowing him to see the pretty picture. 

Sure, it may have rained, but the day was still good, and you helped him see that. 

Your wedding is pretty much the two of you eloping. Riddle was hesitant at first, but he eventually agreed. You let your closest friends and family know, but made sure not to tell his parents for fear they might try and stop you. Of course, you let them know after the fact, and they were very displeased. Not that either of you cared. 

Trey

Who proposes: you

Trey is a very simple man. He always planned on getting married at some point. He never had much of a timeframe of when exactly it would happen, but he knew it would eventually. 

He also assumed that he’d be the one to propose. It’s not like he’s super into gender roles or anything; it’s more like he’s always been the one to take the lead, always caring for others above himself. He just kind of assumed it’d be the same in a relationship as well. 

However, he was very, very wrong about all of that. 

You’re nothing like he expected when he pictured his ideal relationship. You actively take care of him instead of it being the other way around. In school, you helped him wrangle his unruly dorm members, you help out with his siblings when he’s babysitting, and you even help out around the bakery. 

From the moment you began dating, you’ve been a major support for him, which he never really expected. He absolutely loves it more than anything. 

Still, as your relationship continues on, he still assumes that he’ll be the one to propose. He loves you and wants to marry you more than anything, so why wouldn’t he? 

And yet, you still manage to find ways to surprise him. 

It’s early in the morning, just as domestic as any other day. You let Trey sleep in, sneaking to the kitchen while he was still asleep. You do your best to be quiet as you scurry around the kitchen, preparing him breakfast. 

When he wakes up, you’re not in bed, which is a bit strange. He usually wakes up first, or you wake up at the same time, so it’s weird to not see you. 

Then, right as he’s about to get up to look for you, you come in, smiling as you show him the breakfast you worked so hard on. He stares for a second in shock before looking up to you, smiling that adorable, love-sick smile he dawns every time he sees you. 

Trey asks if today is some sort of special day, to which you immediately bow off the question, telling him you just want to spoil him today. He’s tempted to tell you that you spoil him everyday, but he decides against it. Instead he thanks you for the breakfast, digging in once you place it in front of him. 

Once he’s finished eating, you take the platter the food was on and place it on the bedside table. Then, you tell him to close his eyes because you have one more surprise for him. He smiles before complying. He’s already guessed what’s coming, but he’s willing to play along with your antics. 

When you tell him to open again, you’re holding a box with a ring inside, and even though he guessed this was coming, his breath is still taken away. He takes a moment, glancing between you and the ring as if making sure you’re serious. 

You give your small speech, asking him if he wants to marry you. He says yes, of course, and you put the ring on his finger. 

Later that day, you call his family and show them the ring over video call, and they’re so happy for both of you.m

There will always be a small part of him that feels bad for how much you take care of him. After all, he’s supposed to be the caring, supportive type. And yet, how can those thoughts eat away at him when you smile at him so sweetly as he shows his parents the ring? You’re happy, and so he’s happy. 

Your wedding is a small gathering of close friends and family. It’s a cute little ceremony with a nice reception. The cake was, naturally, made by his parents. Trey is tempted to let you plan the whole thing, wanting it to be your perfect day. He may be doing better, but those people-pleasing tendencies don’t go away that easily. But, you are able to get him to put his own input in, supporting him like you always do. 

Cater

Who proposes: Cater

Cater has commitment issues. It took so long for him to start dating you because he was always scared of you leaving once you saw the real him. Even as your relationship progressed, he still often had thoughts about you leaving, and there were several times he almost considered breaking up with you because of it. 

But you persisted, sticking with him and constantly assuring him that you’d never leave him. As he continued through life and gained more experience, he even started believing it. 

Still, the idea of marriage is scary, even after all that development. It’s literally the biggest commitment you can make to someone, and while he loves you more than anyone ever, it’s still a terrifying thought.

But still, it’s a thought he can’t seem to get out of his head. Like most things Cater does, he buys you a ring on a whim, not even really thinking about it much. It’s only after the purchase is made does he start to question himself. Sure, you love him, but would you want to marry him? 

He holds onto the ring, keeping it in a safe spot he knows you won’t find. It’s not like he’d be able to explain himself if you did. How could he when he’s not even sure what he’s thinking? 

One day, he sits alone in your shared bedroom, holding the ring box in his hands. He’s been holding onto it for a few weeks now, and yet he still hasn’t found the courage to give it to you. At this point, he’s contemplating just returning it. 

Then you walk into the room without warning. He didn’t even hear you come in, and he’s startled when you ask him what he’s holding. 

Cater is quick to hide the box behind him, telling you that it’s nothing to worry about. You’re not satisfied with that,a nod you walk closer to him, standing in front of him. You look him in the eyes, asking him to tell you the truth. 

He’s so tempted to lie. Even if you know he’s lying, he knows you won’t push it if he’s not willing to share. You’re always considerate like that, and it’s just one of many reasons why he loves you. 

But, he knows you deserve the truth, and so, with a heavy sigh, he pulls the box from behind him, opening it up to show you the ring. As you stand there in shock, he’s quick to begin rambling, coming up with excuse after excuse about why he bought the ring and why he hasn’t given it to you yet. 

He only stops when you place your hands over his and the box, gently pushing them down as you lean in just a bit closer. You give him that smile you always give him when you’re trying to comfort him. It normally has him melting, but he’s far too on edge right now. 

You assure him that it’s okay if he’s not ready for something this big. You know how he is, and the last thing you want is to make him uncomfortable. If he’s not ready for marriage, then neither are you. You want both of you to be happy. 

And that finally manages to calm him down. Somehow, that was exactly what he needed. He holds up the box again, telling you that he is ready. He wants to marry you. 

After making sure he’s not just doing it for you, you agree, and he puts the ring on your finger. That night, the two of you stay up late, just talking and existing with each other. This is a big step, and there’s so much to talk about. As long as it’s with you, Cater is sure he doesn’t mind. 

Your wedding is basically nonexistent. At first, Cater was convinced he wanted a grand, Magicam-able wedding, but you were quick to shoot that down. You know him better than he knows himself, and you’re right once again. A wedding that grand would only stress him out. Instead, the two of you simply show up to the courthouse and sign the papers, but he does convince you to dress up to the nines anyway. 

Ace

Who proposes: Ace

This piece of shit (affectionate). 

Since the moment you began dating, he’s been absolutely unbearable in the best way. 

Ace has always been quite the jokester, and that does not stop just because you’re dating him. If anything, it gets so much worse.

He’s never done anything mean or harmful. It’s all just silly little jokes meant to make you laugh. Most of them do, but sometimes he’s just weird. You still love him anyway.

One of his favorite jokes is the classic fake proposal. It started in high school before you even began dating. 

In the middle of the cafeteria, he got down on one knee in front of you, holding a RingPop, asking for your hand in marriage. You jokingly said yes, and it’s been an ongoing joke ever since. About once a year at random times, he’ll get down on one knee with a RingPop and “propose” to you.

To most, this joke would get old fast, but you’ve never gotten tired of it. It’s his way of expressing his love for you, and you think it’s cute. Plus, you get candy out of it, so it’s a win-win all around.

You really should have seen this coming from a mile away.

It’s insanely obvious when Ace is planning something. You assume it’s yet another prank, as he always gets like this when he’s attempting to surprise you.

It happens during dinner with him. Ace gets up, very obviously holding a ring box. You prepare yourself for the same joke, ready to give the same acceptance speech you give him every time.

However, all words fail you when he kneels down and opens the box. It’s a real ring. Not some shitty candy ring, but an actual, expensive-looking ring. Your eyes are wide with shock, and you can’t look away from the ring.

Ace is smirking, clearly proud of his long-con. He knew this would work since the moment he first played this joke, and now it’s all paying off.

Eventually, you’re able to pull yourself together, and you ask him if he’s for real. He confirms that, yes, he is for real this time, and he does actually want to marry you. Naturally, you say yes, and he puts the ring on your finger.

As one last joke, he does pull out a (still-wrapped) RingPop from his pocket, handing that to you as well. You laugh, accepting the treat.

Your wedding is fairly standard as far as weddings go. Family and friends alike gather at your ceremony, and it’s a wild and fun party. Ace is still the clown he was in school, and that side of him really shows during the reception. It’s an amazing night. Of course, you hand out RingPops as party favors, much to the annoyance/amusement of everyone else attending. 

Deuce

Who proposes: Deuce

Deuce never really thought about marriage much growing up. It’s not like he didn’t want to get married; he just never had the time to think about it. In middle school, he was more focused on his gang, and in high school, he was too focused on being an honor student. 

Even while dating you, marriage wasn’t something that crossed his mind until recently. It was actually his mother who brought it to the forefront of his mind during a solo visit back home. 

She brought it up in a joking way, asking if he’s finally popped the question to you yet. However, Deuce is nothing if not oblivious to most jokes, and it flies right over his head. Instead, he ends up panicking because he never even thought about proposing to you. He had no clue how you felt, or if you were waiting for him to propose. 

His mom turns from joking to comforting quickly after that. She reassures him that she was only kidding, and that she’s sure you’re not upset with him for not proposing yet. That seems to calm him down for the most part. 

It does keep him up that night though. Now that it’s been brought to his attention, it’s all he can think about. Deuce has been so happy to just be with you. He never once thought he’d be this happy, especially as a kid. You’ve brought so much joy to his life, and he’s so lucky to have you. 

He’s content like this, having you simply be with him. However, he can’t help but yearn for more now that he knows it’s a possibility. What would you think about marrying him? You love him, obviously, but is marriage something you want? It’s not something the two of you discussed at length, but it’s not like he can just outright ask without making you suspicious. 

The next day, Deuce goes out to the market with his mom. While there, he spots a stand selling jewelry. He spots the most gorgeous ring he's ever seen, and if that’s not a sign from the universe, he’s not exactly sure what else it could be. He buys the ring immediately, much to the happiness of his mom. 

When he returns home, he’s greeted by you, and he’s practically sweating bullets. You can tell that something is up, and you ask him if everything is okay. He takes that moment to pop the question, deciding it better to do it rather than let himself wallow in worry. 

He kneels down on one knee, taking the ring box out of his pocket. He stutters his way through his proposal, opening the box to reveal the ring to you. You haven’t seen him this nervous since he asked you out all those years ago, and it’s adorable that, despite how much he’s grown over the years, some things just never change. 

You, of course, say yes, kneeling down in front of him and pulling him into a hug. Deuce sits in stunned silence as he processes your words, but when his brain catches up, he’s absolutely delighted. He puts the ring on your finger, and he immediately calls his mom to give her the news. 

Your wedding is small, but nice. It takes place in his hometown since he knows a lot of people there, and they’re all very happy for him. A bunch of other friends and family attend as well, and it’s a beautiful ceremony. He cries during the vows, and he cries even harder at his mother’s speech during the reception. It’s absolutely adorable.

[viking-raider]

Two Hearts - Cotton Candy Goodness

Summary-> It's a special Valentine's Day for you and Henry.

Pairing-> Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count-> 1.4k

Warnings-> G: Fluff, Language, just two nerds in love

Inspiration-> V-Day!

Author’s Note-> It's stupid late!

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“Perfect!”

Henry smiled as he sprinkled a few more white rose petals amongst the red that dusted the grass of the backyard of the Dorking mini-mansion he shared with you and Kal.

“Kal, quit trying to eat them!” He scolded the Bear. “You have to leave some for the surprise.” He sighed, brushing a hand through his curls and looking at all the work he put in with the trail of red and white petals, outlined with twinkling LED tealights, that led from the open back doors of the house into a heart shape underneath the gazebo, where you usually relaxed during the cool or warm, English days to grill, practice lines or Henry keep his sword skills sharp.

However, the sound of an engine coming up the driveway startled Henry back into action, a nervous panic filling his stomach as he dashed back into the house. Hiding the leftover petals, he took a deep breath, settling himself, before greeting you in the foyer as you came through the door.

“Hey, babe.” He beamed, taking your purse and coat. “How was your spa appointment?” He asked, putting them away, antsy and hoping you didn't suspect anything.

“It was positively lovely!” You answered, toeing your shoes off. “The full body, exfoliating massage with hot stones was pure bliss, and we may need to invest in getting our own vitality pool.” You smiled up at him, your whole body still feeling tingly, limp noodle, in all the right ways and places.

“I'm glad I booked you the correct treatment, then.” Henry purred, hooking an arm around your waist to pull you into a sweet kiss. “But, I have one more surprise for you.” He confessed against your lips.

“Really?” You frowned up at him. “I haven't given you any of yours yet.” You commented, hugging your arms around his waist.

“What could you possibly give me that I don't already have and need?” He asked, blue eyes soft and soulful.

“Oh, there's many things to come in our future, Henry Cavill.” You giggled, pushing up on your toes to kiss his stubbly jaw, then broke free from him, scurrying away upstairs to your office, a sacred place Henry never tread unless you were there.

Making it the perfect hiding spot for anything you wanted to keep Henry's paws off of.

Plucking up a cute Valentine's day gift bag, you returned downstairs to find your boyfriend patiently waiting for you. “Happy Valentine's Day, Puppy.” You smiled, handing it over with a giddy excitement.

“Thank you, Dove.” He winked, crossing the foyer for the den, plopping down into his gaming chair and removing the red tissue paper. “Holy!” He gasped, eyes flaring as his blue orbs were greeted with the bag's contents. “Babe!” He snapped, pulling out the latest GeForce RTX graphics card. “I've been trying to get this for weeks, but it's been sold out!” He looked up at you, mouth hanging open.

“How?”

“I sold what was left of my soul.” You chuckled, grinning, having listened to Henry's laments every time he checked for the card to be in stock. “I had my dad watch the site virtually around the clock, with my bank info, and the instructions to buy it the moment it came into stock.” You bit your lip and looked so guilty. “I confess, the card has been in the house for like two weeks.”

“You've had the holy grail of graphics cards in the house for two weeks?” Henry whispered, stunned. “I've been sleeping in the same space as it.” He grunted, shaking his head, gently setting it on his computer desk. “I'm canceling your gifts.”

You laughed, slapping him on the shoulder. “No, you're not! There's one more.”

“I'll think about it.” He replied, narrowing his eyes as he dived a hand back into the bag, feeling around, until he caught the edge of an envelope. “What's this?” He frowned, opening the flap to discover a single swath of fabric.

“You know, how we started your family tree, and you wanted to know more about your Scottish side?” You reminded him. “To get; in touch with your Highlander side.” You quoted him.

“Yeah.” He nodded, rubbing his thumb over the soft stitching.

“Well, I've been fiddling around with it, and I found the Tartan for that side of your family tree.” You explained, pressing your lips together. “There's this company I found online that replicates it. I just had them do the pocket square, cause I wasn't sure how into it you'd be, for something more full blown, like a whole kilt or--”

Henry stood up and practically crushed you against his body, leaving just enough room to breathe. “Thank you.” He whispered into your hair, nuzzling your strands softly. “It means a lot more than the graphics card.”

You smiled and snuggled against him, inhaling his scent and warmth. “I'm glad.”

The two of you stayed in your embrace for a long moment, enjoying the quiet closeness. Until Henry spotted Kal charging in, petals in his mouth.

“Fuck.” He hissed under his breath.

“What's wrong?” You frowned, shifting in his arms.

“Nothing, nothing's wrong, my love.” He grinned, turning slightly so you didn't see Kal. “But, it is my turn to give you your last gift.” He cooed, removing a red blindfold he had tucked in his back pocket.

“Oh, I didn't know it was kinky Sunday.” You teased, allowing Henry to blindfold you.

Henry chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to the bridge of your nose, resting his hands on your shoulder and helping you turn around. Disoriented as you were, you trusted Henry to guide you wherever he was taking you. Back through the foyer and to the back patio, where the start of his rose petal trail began, thankfully still intact. Despite Kal's seeming intent to eat them like the strange goat that he was. He stepped around you, taking your hands to help you down the single step out of the house and navigate the patio furniture.

“Where are we going, Strider? Mordor?” You quipped, the scent and feeling of freshly mowed grass and the cool, fresh air greeting your nose, telling you where you were.

“It's closed this time of year, little Hobbit.” Henry chuckled back at you, bringing you to a stop under the gazebo and the center of the rose petal heart. “I thought we'd visit Rivendell instead.” He cooed, removing the blindfold.

Blinking a few times, you looked about you and admired the gazebo. Everything that normally adorned it cleared away, so it could be decorated with the rose petals and twinkling fairy lights. The four corner supports of the structure had photos of you and Henry throughout your relationship adorning them. To which Henry had made a sweet note on each.

“You went all out, while I was at the Spa.” You said, looking up at him, a wave of suspicious nerves hitting you.

“It was a double motive.” Henry smirked with boyish guilt.

“So, what was the other part of your motive?” You asked, a slight squeak in your voice.

Henry took your hands in his, massaging his thumbs over your knuckles, while trying to build the courage and words to speak what he was feeling. He took a deep breath, nervously kissing one of your hands, with a soft chuckle.

“I love you.” He blurted out, meeting your eyes. “I didn't think I could love anyone as much as I love you. When we're not together, even if it's a different room, I miss you, and I feel like I'm missing a part of myself. Then, when we are together,” He drew in a breath and sighed softly, the ghost of a fond smile on his lips. “I could care less about anything else.” He confessed to you, releasing one of your hands to access his front pocket, kneeling on one knee at the same time.

“Oh, cheese and crackers.” You sighed, eyes wide.

“Or maybe, Cavill and Cavill, if you say yes?” Henry replied, holding out one of the most beautiful rings you'd ever seen in your life. “To marry me?” He cocked a hopeful brow.

“Yeah.” You nodded, stunned, excitement building in you like carbonation. “Yes!” You giggled, bouncing on your toes. “God, Henry, YES!”

A beaming smile lit up Henry's face as he stood back up, taking a moment to get the ring on your finger, his hands shaking so bad. “Now, you can eat them, Kal!” He shouted towards the house, making you laugh, before he pulled you into a breathless kiss.

[levithestripper]

Misc. Peeta Mellark Headcanons

warnings: fluff, gender-neutral reader.

length: 1k || read on ao3 || join my taglist

notes: just a lil something to help me get back into the swing of things after not writing for a while! hope you enjoy ’em, even though it’s a bit short.

Never hesitates to give you his jacket or sweater if he sees you’re cold. He pretends not to notice that the clothes he gives you never return to his closet.

When he kisses you, he always cups your face in his hands, thumbs stroking your cheekbones.

You had no idea just how much one person could bake before you met him. It seems like you get a new baked good every other day. Cupcakes, themed cakes, loaves of sourdough bread, muffins, pasta, you name it, and it’s probably on his list to bake for you.

Peeta loves teaching you how to draw/paint!! He’ll sit outside with you on a nice day and walk you through how to draw a frog or something else simple. By sunset, both papers are filled edge to edge with stick frogs, flowers, hearts, and sad-looking deer. Peeta dates both sheets and leaves cute little notes next to some of your drawings for you to find later.

Most of his own paintings are of you. Some are posed, and some are candid. The candid ones are Peeta’s favorite. You get his favorite portrait framed as a birthday present, and he nearly cries when he opens it. Before you could ask if he liked it, he kissed you, then kissed all over your face, where you both erupted with giggles.

This boy is so stupidly adorable it has to be some form of disease. You’ll catch him sitting across from you with a lovesick smile, his blond hair illuminated by the setting sun he loves so much. You tease him about it, making him blush, which only makes him all the cuter.

At the start of your relationship, Peeta had little self-worth/confidence in himself. He didn’t have much to offer you in terms of money or pretty clothes, but he soon realized you didn’t care about any of that. You like him for him, not for what you could gain from him.

If he’s forced to pick just one thing, Peeta’s favorite part about your body is your hands. Why’re they his favorite? Because that’s one of the main ways you show your love for him. Holding his hands, cupping his face, cooking meals, smoothing them across his chest, that kinda stuff.

He would hug you all day, every day, if he could. This man is a hugger to beat all huggers.

Peeta wants to start a family with you, whatever that family ends up looking like. Just you, him, and a few pets? A-okay with him. A child or two? Count him in! As long as Peeta gets to spend the rest of his life with you, he’s happy, no matter what it looks like.

Definitely uses pet names like “honey,” “sweetheart,” and “my love.”

This man never not has a smile on his face. You’ll catch him staring at you from his seat in the living room with the stupidest, lovesick grin spread across his features as he watches you do whatever it is you’re doing.

When Peeta plans on proposing, he organizes an entire day of fun activities for both of you. He knows exactly how he wants to propose: in a gazebo, hidden by the blanket of night, illuminated only by the mood lighting he set up the day before. But it never ends up happening. The two of you were dancing in the living room to your record player, nose to nose, pressed so close to one another he couldn’t tell where he ended and where you began. As he swayed, Peeta whispered, “will you marry me?” It wasn’t what he had planned, but the outcome was exactly what he had hoped.

He’s not the biggest partaker of PDA, but he’s not averse to it. He’ll hold your hand, kiss your cheek, that kinda stuff, but he won’t make it obvious or rub it in other people’s faces.

Peeta’s very hard to anger, so he’s great to vent to. He’ll always be up for listening to your problems and helping you fix them if that’s what you want. If you just need someone to listen and not try to resolve whatever you’re upset about, he’s perfect for that too.

Peeta starts a garden full of your favorite flowers. Once they grow tall and bloom, he picks them to make a bouquet for you.

At night, he has to be touching you in some way or form to be able to fall asleep. Holding hands, you sleeping on his chest, spooning, you name it. He needs to know you’re still there so he can allow himself to relax enough.

Peeta gets up before you, so he loves to wake you up with kisses. Rapid fire against your cheeks, forehead, nose, the palm of your hand, up your arm, basically anywhere he can reach.

When it comes to Valentine’s Day (objectively his favorite day, minus your anniversary), he surprises you with breakfast in bed and fresh homemade muffins. There are fresh-cut roses in a new vase on the dining room table, and the entire house is deep-cleaned from top to bottom. Lunch is a picnic under an old weeping willow tree, followed by cloud gazing. He cooked you your favorite meal, making enough for leftovers. Later, he gifts you a portrait he painted of you in secret. It showed you, facing away from the viewer, sitting on the porch swing, watching the sun set below the rolling hills of District 12. When it’s time for dinner, Peeta cooks a classic romantic meal: spaghetti with meatballs by candlelight. The day was the definition of perfect; everything he surprised you with made you fall in love with him all over again.

Throughout Valentine’s Day, Peeta kisses you almost every chance he can get. You look too damn beautiful not to kiss. You don’t look any different than yesterday, and you won’t look any different in the days to come, but none of that matters to him. Your beauty never fails to floor him, and today was no exception.

[cebwrites]

hi cev! 💕 I'd like to request a katakuri x g/n reader drabble where they go on a date and reader requests that he not use observation haki! I think that has a lot of silly/cute potential

a/n: hey mew!! yeeeeesss i'm delighted to make more kata food for you >:3=

dates without haki (katakuri)

gn reader word count: 0.8k

You fix your appearance in the mirror one last time, catching your husband's reflection making subtle—intentionally muted—motions you recognize as Katakuri chewing his lip behind his scarf again. If he wasn't so worried about appearances, you'd suspect that chewing would show on his otherwise perfectly manicured fingernails.

"Kata-kun," he perks up at the term of endearment, leans down when you gesture to pick a piece of lint out of his hair.

He glares at the offending particle, a blemish on his spotless appearance, yet his gaze softens when you cup his much larger head in your hands to turn his gaze to you. You're perfect as you stand before him, not a hair out place or crumb on your cheek could change that. Not the lines under your eyes from hard nights' work and especially not when you survive hard-won tummy ache battles.

And, in his eyes, he's wholly unworthy to stand at your side as the flawed person he is, putting up that faultless mask for the people around him.

"We'll be fine." You press a kiss to Katakuri's forehead, something unspoken beneath your reassurance.

It wasn't easy for Katakuri to agree to something like this; of course, he'd do anything to be the exemplary partner you deserved, but turning off a reflex that'd borderline become part of his identity proved to be more difficult than he'd like to admit.

The two previous dates "without haki" had gone as smoothly as he could manage; using his future sight once his nerves got the better of him on the first [just a little peek wouldn't hurt, right?], and being forced to on the second when the lovely picnic you had planned with him was crashed by wannabe rookie pirates stepping into the Tottoland territory without knowing what they were getting to.

They were easy pickings for him, let alone the both of you together, but because of that Katakuri wanted to make sure that this time, you'd get the perfect date you asked for.

[See: You didn't actually ask for "The Perfect" date, but he made a fuss in his own mind about it anyway.]

So you set out with him today, taking a pleasant stroll through private gardens on the quieter side of Komugi Island before making a detour through the town to pick up pastries you'd ordered the night before - it's brief, so ogling of Whole Cake's creme of the crop can be kept to an absolute minimum. You've gotten used to the usual stares and some glares from the fan club, but the only thing that matters to you is the look on your husband's face when he turns to check on you.

Katakuri is perceptive enough to notice unwarranted looks even without his haki, you ease his worries with a squeeze of his arm and a passive wave.

He is, however, slightly spooked by a fat orange tabby on the way out of town without his future sight. Kata's grateful that there's no one but you here to giggle at the blunder, only slightly huffy at the laughter that rises from your person as you give the clever creature scratches and praise.

The two of you don't really relax until you're in the safe, private confines of the mochi construction your husband typically builds to eat his merienda in. This time, it takes the form of a grand but sealed gazebo.

Peace and quiet for the next hour or so secured, you let lose to rummage through the giant treat basket you picked up in town. With an offering of kisses and a giant spoonful of pudding to his mouth, Katakuri doesn't take long to unravel either, tucking his scarf neatly aside and allows himself to be drawn into your presence, your warmth.

You spend much more time than intended in that secluded little gazebo, the amble bubbling of the juice river outside a comfortable faraway thought as you spend your afternoon with Katakuri, joined only by that cheeky orange tabby content to laze around cutely in exchange for short belly rubs.

At some point you find yourself half asleep on your husband's chest, kissing his scars and unwilling to so much as expend the energy to check the time. The cat's asleep on his other pec, you press your forehead against it, careful not to wake the man beneath you. Because you know it means going back to work, back to the not-so-hum-drum life of living in Big Mom's empire and conquering islands to grow her territory.

That darling man you'd sacrifice life and limb for, the man you married despite hell and high water and his batshit family because you loved him more than life itself.

Still, being a Charlotte was exhausting, Katakuri knew this more than anyone, so you chose to be selfish just this once and went back to sleep, disturbing nothing in this dreamy little fantasy you'd built with him for the one afternoon a month he was free enough to spend with you, his partner.

[failing-to-write-again]

Baby Photos Part 2!

Part 1

Since the lovely asker @lilithram did say to pick between Sakamaki baby photos or reader baby photos, I chose both. While the previous part was less overall fluff and more early relationship I decided to make this one closer to an established relationship. I’m a bit nervous about making the boys ooc so any feedback on parts that are good and in character or those less in character would help me work to tailor my writing.

I worked under the ages proposed by @diabolik-shu-lover from this post.

Shu Sakamaki

Visiting le château de Heinz wasn’t your ideal vacation spot if you were to be completely honest. Unfortunately a major downside to dating a crown prince is how business minded people are going to be about your relationship. Shu had delayed taking you here, sharing his wish to live a more ordinary life until his accession, and even then he still wanted to have a more “normal” relationship. So far your little trip had consisted of a dinner with Shu and his father where he quizzed you on your life, followed by two days of loneliness where Shu was kept away by business of some kind with his father. 

Waking up to day 3 of being alone you elected to at least try to find some evidence of Shu’s childhood you could tease him on. There had to be some silly sailor uniform or ruffled collar from when he was a small Victorian lad. Wandering the halls the castle was a thousand times creepier than the Sakamaki manor had ever been, especially when you were left without a lazy vampire keeping an eye on you. Karl Heinz had requested that his sons not kill you but that was before you began dating the son most likely to be forced into some arranged marriage. It didn’t help that the staff weren’t hidden familiars, they were standing in every room just looking… creepy.

Eventually your exploration landed you in a gallery, paintings decorated the hall with spotlights above each painting. Many seemed very old and depicted pretty women in the castle gardens at night. One of these paintings had a woman you were convinced was Shu and Reiji’s mother. She was under a gazebo in a red dress staring lovingly at someone standing somewhere behind the painting. 

“This must’ve been back when they were all in love before Cordelia.” You mumbled to yourself, turning away and continuing down the hall. You found some more imposing portraits of men, a few being Karl Heinz himself, and some more general landscape paintings. 

After nearly 2 hours of this you found a new hall of all six Sakamaki sons in a series of paintings, VICTORY. It’s always a bit weird when you get obvious reminders of your boyfriend being 387 years old even though he looks like a 19 year old. Seeing paintings of him in severely dated clothes and poses was just bizarre, snapping a picture of him in a wig from the Georgian period was a good form of pay back for his abandonment of you these past few days. There was one painting of him unlike all the others, he looked roughly 3 or 4 and was sat in his mother’s lap with a silver rattled as he peered down at a bundle in Karl Heinz’s lap, the raven coloured hair giving it away as Reiji. He looked so curious and his father looked so happy. He was cute, with blonde curlier locks and a big round face, he looked like any modern day child meeting their younger sibling. Seeing him with eyes so awake and full of life, and no animosity between the two oldest sons of Karl Heinz.

“She kept scolding me for not sitting still.”

Shouting in shock as you turn to see your MIA boyfriend with a shit eating grin on his face at your reaction.

“What’s with that face woman, girlfriend’s are meant to be happy when they see their boyfriend’s not scream like a banshee.” Teasing you as he stepped closer, moving his hands to sit comfortably at your waist. In response you let your head fall with a thud into his chest, wrapping your arm around his back.

“Well boyfriend’s aren’t meant to tell their girlfriend’s they’re going on vacation to then vanish off for days. We never get time together in the manor without your brothers hanging around and now your dad is keeping you busier than you’ve ever been.”

Sighing, Shu buried his nose in your hair  wrapping one arm around your shoulder and another around your lower back huddling you close. “I’m sorry. That guy wouldn’t stop talking about all this protocol and other crap about properly introducing you as my chosen queen. He wanted to rush everything.”

Pulling back just enough to look up eyes wide at what he was saying. Queen, you a queen? Not to mention having to meet more creepy vampires. Sensing some of your unease, Shu smiled.

“Relax, I managed to get him to agree to a much slower schedule, you won’t be rushed off to a ball anytime soon. For now the worst of it will be seeing some property we own and meeting his close advisory staff and my other’s old staff. After I have you to myself for another few months we’re going to graduate first.”

Letting out a sigh of relief you lay your head against his shoulder, staring back up at the painting. “As a kid you were pretty cute Shu.”

“Not as cute as you as a mini ballerina,” he shot back, absentmindedly rubbing little circles against your back as he also stared at the portrait.

“If I do end up as Queen you’re not allowed to marry anyone else, I refuse to deal with the whole situation with your mothers. And you can’t ever let our kids have such a poor relationship like you and Reiji.”

“Not if, when, princess and don’t work yourself up over stupid things. You’re mine, I'm not letting some woman try to take me away ever. Seriously such bothersome thinking.”

Leaning down he gently kissed you, as if you were so delicate and precious. Looking up at blue eyes finally looking awake and closer to that childhood Shu then he had in centuries.

Reiji Sakamaki

“The box I’m looking for is about as big as an envelope, and has a leather strap holding it shut. Let me know if you spot it.”

“Alright, anywhere you’d prefer I don’t look. I don’t want to run into some secret Laito porn stash up here.”

You hear Reiji chuckle at that. “Laito doesn’t come up here, too many spiders. I do not care where you go, we are partners, we agreed no secrets right.”

That made you smile, your relationship with Reiji was the fruit of a long journey of trying to reach an understanding. For a while you were both not fully able to understand each other, and while no relationship is perfect, especially yours, hiccups that would’ve caused serious arguments before were now easier to settle over tea. It felt good to feel like a respected partner.

Looking through the attic for this mystery box was a good time to find mementos to learn more about Reiji. Looking through older books and boxes of clothes or unused houseware most of the items in this portion of the attic seemed unimportant. Reiji focused his search on the opposite side of the room where the ceiling was higher, you were shorter than the 6ft man so were less uncomfortable searching where the roof sloped down. A small dusty window allowed some of the early morning light to stream in. Reiji had begun waking later during holidays to allow you both to have a day that had more sunlight for you. He claimed it was to reduce risk of seasonal depression or vitamin D deficiency, with the added benefit of allowing you both to go to museums and other date locations. Waking at 12am gave you the opportunity to see sunrises daily, and if you were honest the view of your boyfriend in the hazy early morning glow was always a welcome sight. 

“You’re staring.” 

“I see nothing wrong with admiring my boyfriend”

He let a smile sigh pass his lips as he smiled, shaking his head. Looking back down at the stack of cardboard boxes he was rifling through. You pull your eyes away and back to the room around you, you spot something sticking out behind a shelf. Pulling it out you find a handful of photos and a small box. The photos were black and white, Daguerreotypes, on metal sheets. The images showed a younger Reiji taking what looked like test photos. Some were of him, slightly blurred from incorrect technique, others of items. The last photo was much clearer and was of Reiji sitting in a chair with a book in his lap. He must’ve gotten a familiar to take the photo. 

“Hey Reiji can I take these down? I don’t know how to store such photos though.”

Looking up Reiji walked over, taking the photos from you to look through. He picked up a box placing them inside before handing them to you,

“I will have the familiars store them properly and make scans so you can have more stable prints of them. If you wish to have images of me to display however, I would prefer you take more modern photos with both of us.”

Smiling down at the box of photos, Reiji spoke again.

“Smiling over such trivial things as a few photos, you should be harder to please.”

“You’re probably the first man to ever say that Reiji, besides it’s nice to have childhood photos of each other. I only have my locket but what happens when your children ask to see what you looked like as a child?”

“Our children will have plenty of paintings of me to see at my father’s castle, and if we are so lucky your only response will be that they look exactly as you did as a child.” Adjusting his glasses Reiji knelt down and picked up the box you had also pulled out with the photos. Meanwhile as his words set in your face flushed slightly.

“Our children…Reiji you shouldn’t say that stuff so casually. Besides, why would you want them to look like me? I'm human.”

That was not a response he liked, gently lifting your chin with his thumb and pointer finger Reiji looked you in the eye as he spoke. “Our children should be as pretty or handsome as their mother. I’m insulted you think, after all we’ve been through, I have not grown out of the belief that blood is a final decider in terms of superiority. You are superior, you are who I want, you alone are my partner and equal so strong as to be able to hold my heart in your hands. Am I clear?”

Your blush darkens as Reiji flusters you further, you can only nod your head in response to such strong compliments said so earnestly. Smiling Reiji’s thumb gently swiped over your bottom lip before leaning in to kiss you. Reiji always kisses you with the aim to convey all of his feelings for you, as if you will never be able to kiss him again. Moving in tandem you ended up leaning against a shelf with Reiji’s arm pinning you there, your arms holding onto his collar to prevent him pulling away too soon. 

Unfortunately, Reiji has to ensure you take in air so moves back. Opening the box, he removes a key, turning it over in his hands.

“This key is to my father’s laboratory here, he used it when he was visiting us as children. I sealed it off years ago and elected to use my room for my experiments. However, due to the chemicals it is not safe for you to sleep there so they must be moved.” 

“What’s wrong with my room?”

“It is a guest room, I’m not going to sleep every night in a guest bedroom in my own home. No, my room must be altered to fit its needs and to do so I shall reclaim the laboratory as my own to allow you to rest safely.”

All you could do is follow along as Reiji began to return back downstairs, gazing down at the box of pictures. Looking at the sad younger Reiji you couldn’t help but compare him to the cool, confident man he had become.

Ayato Sakamaki

Ayato had demanded you meet him in the garden of the castle that evening, something about having something special to show you. You weren’t sure what to expect really, surprises with Ayato were often either very nice or sweet but messy failures. Breakfast in bed when you’ve never cooked before was a bad idea in hindsight, even he had to admit. Still as the night started to fade into dawn you made your way to the gardens, examining the sights around you as you went. 

The father of the Sakamaki’s had summoned them to return for some festival of sorts. Ayato had been vague in describing it, rather unhappy to be returning. It seemed like some carnival was being set up, you hoped it was a carnival anyway. As you ponder the pros of encouraging Ayato’s competitiveness to win you stuffed toys you eventually reach the garden. Opening the glass doors you see Ayato sitting on a blanket, under the stone gazebo and some candles lit around. He had a few plates of your favourite deserts around as well as takoyaki. He grinned as you approached, arms crossed and pride beaming from his face.

“I set this all up, yours truly is the best boyfriend ever, and I have a present for you.” Pulling out a box with a bow stuck on the lid, he gestured for you to open it. You sat down cross legged, opening the box to reveal a collection of photos. 

Lifting some out you realise these were the photos Ayato had burnt after he had first met you, before you had started dating. They looked untouched. Ayato, not trusting your silence, began to speak again.

“Ore-sama got the familiars to find copies and I had those losers in the tech club at school print them. They couldn't say no to yours truly. Do you like it?”

“Why did you do all this, you threw them into the fire.” Ayato blushed before looking away, a hand on his neck.

“I…felt…bad about making you cry like that. It’s only fun when you cry from my bites, not over that stuff.” 

Your sniffling brought his attention back to you, panic spreading across his face. Pulling you into his lap and holding you close as his brain froze trying to find the best course of action. Your hands rising up to hold his cheeks as you attempted to calm down, a smile on your face.

“It’s ok, they’re happy tears. I’m happy Ayato.”

“Are you sure, don’t lie to yours truly.”

“I’m not, I swear! Thank you Ayato, these photos are important to me.”

Sighing in relief, Ayato leant back letting his head thunk against one of the gazebo pillars. 

“Damn it, you’re not meant to cry when Ore-sama gives you gifts.”

Running his fingers along your back. You began rifling through some of the photos noticing some new additions to the collection. There, between the photos of a younger you were pictures of you and Ayato on various dates. You, completely unaware of the camera while Ayato was looking and seemingly taking each photo. There was also one picture of a painting, it was of three boys with the child on the left resembling a much younger version of your boyfriend. 

“I didn’t know you had any childhood photos of Ayato.”

“It’s the only one, you can’t have a collection of photos without one of yours truly to admire.”

Giggling you sit back leaning against his chest while you both began to enjoy your picnic and company. 

Laito Sakamaki

You were currently facing a big problem, for some reason the 2nd year history department had decided to assign a project discussing your family history…in detail. So you were currently stressed out of your mind trying to figure out how to worm your way out of this one. Laito was covered, his family history well laid out as a royal and all of his ancestors having false human lives, it basically wrote itself. Yet here you were unable to write anything. It’s not that you were necessarily ashamed of your orphan status, and your close companions now also ‘brides’ of the Sakamaki’s were virtually sisters and you could maybe write about them. But people always got weird about orphans, and while you weren’t ashamed to be one by any means, being Laito’s girlfriend let alone a Sakamaki girlfriend involved gossip, it came with the territory. Extra rich boys in a school full of rich kids would always mean they were an aim for many girls and their parents alike, let alone Laito’s colourful past meaning he’d slept with basically any 2nd year heiress he could say a word to. All of them convinced they’d be the one to make him want to stay, and all of them feeling the same disappointment or satisfaction when one failed. Then in comes a girl under a sponsorship by said extra rich kid’s father who then ends up dating each of them effectively removing them from the market, and meaning every single girl, generally all conventionally very attractive and whom most men would gladly keep as girlfriend, being ‘beaten’ as they saw it by someone with no assets. 

So to put a long story short, while you weren't super torn up about not having an easy to explain family tree, you weren’t ready to deal with everyone’s response to that little tidbit. All of this led you to now, sitting with Laito as he brushed your hair listening to your predicament.

“Like whatever about the teacher getting weird, I’ll gladly take the free pass to ask for extra stuff. But you really made everything difficult. I can handle snide remarks from Hana, Aoi, and Emiko; they're mostly harmless. Yet, if they get it in their heads that I don’t have parents to cause any issues they might get worse.” You stopped to pick up some popcorn, holding your arm backwards to give Laito some. He took the opportunity to lick your fingers, snickering as you pulled your hand back, wiping it on your jeans. 

“Don’t be nasty, I'm having a serious talk. I just… some of the 1st year girls were horrid to Subaru’s girlfriend just for finding out she had been at a boarding school. They cornered her in the bathroom and stuck gum in her hair. Gum! Like yeah me and the girls tore them a new one but…gum!”

Humming thoughtfully, Laito placed down the brush switching to running his fingers through your hair. He moved to rest his head on your shoulder, letting a comfortable silence sit over you while he thought of what to say.

“If you want, I can get you a family tree in full detail”

“How would you even do that, if you just make people up and anyone finds out then it's worse.”

“We could always make one~”

A pillow to the face shut that idea down, laughing as he fell backwards against the cushions while you were glaring at him.

“Be serious! What am I meant to do?”

Sitting back up, Laito took your hand pulling you up.

“Follow me.”

Walking through the manor, Laito took you to a less well maintained wing. Cobwebs littered the hallway and the wallpaper was peeling slightly in patches, there weren't any electrical lights either, only wall sconces with candles Laito lit as you walked by. Laito was silent for most of the journey, only giving a hand squeeze of reassurance whenever you caught his eye. You weren’t sure if the squeeze he gave passing a portrait of Cordelia was to reassure you or him, whenever you even heard of that woman it sent shivers down your spine.

Paintings became more common the further you walked, most were of adults with a vague similarity to Laito and his brothers, others were portraits of women in beautiful dresses with a characteristic pale visage. Finally stopping in front of a picture of three young boys with a signature red and purple haired look.

“This is the only painting or picture of me and any of my brothers together. Me and the other triplets don't argue as much as Shu and Reiji but we aren’t close,” he turned, taking your hands in his. “You have sisters, actual sisters who you have stories and pictures with. Anyone who disagrees, I will handle.” 

“Gum in my hair Laito. It’s not a good look.” Laito sighs, pulling you close before you hear him mutter.

“Theirs will look worse when I cut it all off.”

Kanato Sakamaki

“Dolly, why are you in here?”

Turning to greet Kanato from where you sat in the quiet wing of the Sakamaki manor, placing your sketchbook back down beside you and making room for your boyfriend to sit nearby.

“I come here to sketch the portraits since I can’t get a good wifi connection to look up references. I really like this painting, it’s of you right?” 

Kanato sat down looking up at the painting then to your sketch. It was different to the painting in many ways, the main difference being that it was a younger him alone with teddy. You had changed his posing too slightly to make him look less nervous. He was pinching his fingertips though, a sign he was uncomfortable that he picked up from the exercises he had copied you doing to help regulation. You could see he was struggling to find his wording. Scooting closer you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder to reassure him you cared and were listening. 

“It’s pretty, but dolly I don’t like you being here.”

“Why Kanato? It’s nice here, nobody comes here to interrupt or be loud and there's all these pretty paintings. What’s wrong?” Continuing to play with his fingers, he moves closer to you turning to face you straight on.

“This is where…her room used to be. We have to leave me and Teddy hate it here.” Immediately you were filled with questions. While you knew Kanato, Ayato, and Laito killed their mother and have mixed feelings towards her, you had never seen Kanato spooked. It did explain why this area was not well maintained. You had to bring a brush with you during your first visits to the wing to remove some of the largest cobwebs and first from your seat. However, you had to admit that with the newfound knowledge that these halls were where your boyfriend had been tormented by his own mother for centuries it changed the atmosphere. Suddenly the quiet was now tense, the weathered appearance of the halls becoming creepy signs of lifetimes long since passed. 

So you went along with Kanato’s instruction, returning to the more familiar manor where Reiji had familiars ensuring everything was organised and dustless. Following behind while mulling over the best way to approach this particular conversation. He led you to his room, sitting on his bed with your sketchbook and flipping through it. Pacing the path from his bedside locker to his balcony doors slowly, Kanato watched you. Around your fifth lap he gently grabbed your forearm guiding you to sit next to him, playing with the pages of your sketchbook. He turned to one of your favourites, you had drawn Kanato sitting in front of a backdrop of rose bushes. A small smile on his lips and a glint of childish glee in his eyes.

“I’m hanging this one up.”

“That one isn’t fully vanished, it's only a sketch.”

“But I like it, so it’s finished and I want it on my wall. And I want a matching one of you to go beside it.”

Sighing in acceptance you took his hand winding your fingers with his. It was probably better to shelf some questions anyway, while you were well past the stage of Kanato stabbing you with a fork for too many questions it was still not always easy to bring up sensitive topics. 

Subaru Sakamaki

“Oi, idiot the car is outside. Are you ready to go or what?”

Grabbing your earrings and standing, you began walking over to your boyfriend in a new sundress and short heels for a lunch meeting with Christa at some new vampire restaurant she had taken a liking to. In the years following yours and Subaru’s relationship, both of you had begun to put work into  helping both Subaru and his mother move forwards in their lives and reducing the impact their past traumas had on them. It was a slow and difficult progress with what felt like 100 steps back after every step forward but Christa had reached the point where her good days outnumbered her bad ones with the help of a team of specialists and patience. 

Within the last half a year Christa had begun to travel short distances from her home, a fairly new cottage Subaru had built her close to the manor after we graduated from Ryoutei Academy. Today’s trip was to a cafe she had been to numerous times with her trusted hand maids, so it was an obvious choice for the first excursion you and Subaru were joining in on. On Subaru’s part you had nothing but admiration and pride for the strides he had taken, he still had periods of self doubt often linked to birthdays and when his father was involved. However, such episodes were short and he had grown into more healthy responses to these thoughts, that still didn’t reduce his worries when interacting with his mother in environments that could trigger an episode. It took reassurances from Christa and her therapist to show that there was a set of precautions to ensure her safety before he agreed to this lunch. 

That brought you to today, where your boyfriend adjusted the collar of his pale grey shirt and looked at you with eyes that clearly showed his trepidation about this trip. Looping your arm around his as you made your way to the car you offered reassurance.

“She’s been looking forward to this lunch, she goes there every week at this point it's basically the same as when we have dinner with her.”

“The first time we had dinner with her she started screaming at your halfway through thinking you were a thief, before she tried to cut your hair off.”

“That’s not a fair comparison and you know it. Christa has found medicines that work and worked with Dr. Estelle for years now.”

“You know she  wants you to call her mum.”

“She’ll be mum when you get on the ring choosing we both agreed last time at dinner remember. She even offered to help you plan everything.”

Grunting, he looked away squeezing your arm while opening the passenger side door of his porsche. The ride was mostly quiet with you running your shared spotify playlist with Subaru mentioning concerns for you to counter with considerations made to address them. Once you arrived at the cafe Subaru relaxed quickly seeing Christa behaving normally. 

As always, you were greeted with hugs and excited interrogations as to the going ons of your life since your last visit. Christa had been so kind as to give recommendations based on your individual tastes, having an excellent grasp on the menu. She was also so kind as to bring an album of photos her staff had made of Subaru growing up to allow her to feel more included in his life while locked in that tower. 

“Oh my goodness! He looks so cute here, when was this one?”

You pointed to a photo of a roughly 8 year old Subaru sitting on a wooden table licking a spoon covered in some batter. Smudges of the batter were on his cheeks and shirt as a fire was lit in the background. It was a cosy image and something you had seen Subaru do before. Anytime you baked anything he insisted on spoon cleaning duty to ‘make it easier to clean’.

“Ah, one of my ladies in waiting had that painted after she heard me talking about how happy I was during that visit.”

“I love it, Subaru was such a cute kid!”

“I don’t see what's so cute, I’m just stuffing my face there.”

“Oh shish Subaru. She’s right, you were an adorable kid with cute little cheeks.” To emphasise her point she pinched his cheeks while cooing at him. Subaru only scowled in response, but it held no actual malice behind his glare.

While leaving the cafe, after nearly 5 hours of catching up, Christa pulled you aside to give you the picture claiming she had hundreds more. During the drive home Subaru kept looking at you admiring the photo. 

“You can always take pictures of me ya now. You don’t need to use a kid photo of me for that.”

“I have photos of you, I just like this one, it's special.”

“You’re such a weird woman.”

“Would you have me any other way?”

[muffinsin]

hello!!! :)

I wanted to ask if you'll be interested in doing a birthday hc for the sisters or a story on each because even though the girls can't leave or have friends I would think Alcina still gives them a birthday where they get privileges and gifts.

I think it would be so cute of what the other sisters get for each other and what they do with it!

How you have a good day!! And as always injoy

Hi, hon :)! Absolutely, some HCs for their bday!🙌 A great day to everyone

Masterlists

Having been reborn mere hours apart, their birthdays are originally linked together

The 12th of April, every year, their birthday

And while all three girls loved each other dearly, Alcina and they themselves could tell; they were getting more and more tired of a shared birthday each year

By their twentieth birthday, it was Daniela who finally spoke up, equipped with by then already well trained, wet puppy eyes and her sisters standing behind her, trying to copy the look

Alcina nearly melted at the sight

“Mama, can we have a different birthday?”

At first, she didn’t understand. How could they dislike their birthday?

Did she not make it special enough for them?

Was it the restrictions? She knew of the yearnings her daughters had, to see the outside, to leave the castle grounds to explore a little, always promising they’d be back on time

Their wish was never granted. Was this the reason for that?

Apparently not

Instead, it was sharing their birthday

Alcina smiled warmly at them as she heard this, and with this large smile, easily scooped the three women in her large arms

As kisses were pressed all over their faces and they squealed and giggled loudly, the mother of three easily agreed and approved of their question

Of course, each of her precious daughters shall get a day dedicated to her. Only her birthday, then

Bela

While tempted to choose another date, she decided to stick with the original

The 12th of April

Her birthday, and only hers, now

While disliking the sharing aspect, she now loves her birthdays and secretly looks forward to them

Usually, she will act like she isn’t bothered by her birthday coming up

Secretly, her eyes scan her family members for any change in their behaviour. Do they know it’s her birthday soon?

Of course, they never forget. Not once

Unlike her sisters, Bela doesn’t mind the loneliness that can creep up on one in the castle. She doesn’t mind

In fact, she couldn’t care less. She has her family, and those are all that matter to her

She isn’t sorry for her lack of friends, neither on her birthday, nor any other day. Her sisters are her friends, as annoying as they can be

However, she does appreciate being able to get out on her birthday

Often, her birthday starts out by waking up curled into Alcina, having been granted to sleep in her bed throughout the night

All too eager to curl up and bask in her mother’s love and warmth, her birthday signals one of the only times Bela will sleep in a little

Breakfast is always her favourite, a rich palette of foods from the outside, some sweet, some bitter, some salty. She loves to try them all

After, she is bathed in rich oils and dressed in a beautiful, red dress. Again, one of the few times she is not wearing her usual attire

Often, her day then starts out by a stroll through the gardens with Alcina

It is worth mentioning, the mother of three always makes sure she is free on her girls’ birthdays, always

In the garden, she gets to bask in the sun and drag her bare fingertips over the many soft flowers blooming already

She sits at the gazebo, her head in her mother’s lap, her hair played with, her golden eyes closed as she is read to

Each year from the same type of books. Greek mythology

Bela enjoys the time spent together immensely, and can’t help but giggle when, always, eventually they are found by her sisters

Being tackled and wrestled with, she is always pulled into Daniela’s arms, her face peppered with kisses while Cassandra laughs at her pitiful whines and scolding

“Happy birthday, Bela!”, Daniela is always ecstatic to announce, her arms tight around her older sister

“You’re even older now”, she occasionally adds, to which Bela usually only rolls her eyes

Now, each year it is planned to save the gift giving until nightttime. And each year, too excited and impatient, her sisters present her with theirs in the gardens in the gazebo already

Daniela’s is often very well thought out

A book perfectly suiting her sister’s tastes, perfume, prey caught by her, jewellery, or even something self-made

This year, Bela beams as she sees the fairytale book, written in latin and German, English and Spanish, Romanian and French, containing all Grimm tales and thoughts

The perfect gift to promise not only sleepless nights caused by the hyper-fixation this would cause, but also time with her youngest sister

She smiles softly, her mind already painting the scene of Daniela tucked into her side in her bed, her eyes small and heavy from sleep, lips parting to ask her sister to read but a few more pages

And Bela? She always gives in, her fingertip stroking along her sister’s pink button nose, her voice steady as she first reads, then translates and reads aloud

It’s one of her favourite ways to spend time with her youngest sister

Then, Cassandra steps forward, her dress red in what some might believe to be dried blood

Bela? She knows better, and feels a large smile spread on her lips at the realisation. No, not blood. Paint. Her sister had been painting

And even as Daniela just scoffs when Cassandra throws a dead maid, beautiful, no doubt, to Bela, the eldest knows her true gift lies hidden in her room

Knowing of her sister’s wish to keep this hobby a secret, she merely shoots her a wide and loving smile, enough for the brunette to know; she understood, and is thankful

Cassandra’s eyes flicker slightly, then an equally wide grin appears on her face

She knows; her sister will love her gift, she always does!

And that she does again this year, by far later at the day, when she discovers the painting of the unruly sea and an underwater forest hidden within

Beautiful…just as she had described it dreamily to her sister mere weeks ago

Alcina smiles at the scent in front of her, her heart aching lovingly at the clear happiness visible on her daughters’ faces

The rest of the day is spent doing what Bela enjoys best

Sometimes, this is hunting, sometimes, this means playing games with her sisters and mother, sometimes it means reading together

At night, only, is when she receives her last gift

With her sisters back in their rooms and the mood having quieted down, Bela feels almost giddy to see her present

She is sat on Alcina’s spacious lap, the stuffed animal left by Daniela held in her hand

Both of them laugh lightly at the little giraffe staring up at them. In moments like this, Bela feels immense happiness and safety. Only in her mother’s embrace, where all is safe and comfortable, where no harm can reach her. No cold, no man-things, not her own thoughts

Her gift is, at last, presented to her. A key, small and unassuming looking. Bela tilts her head

When Alcina rises and begins to walk, she is quick to swarm after her

She finds- the key unlocks a door close to her bedroom, just as unassuming looking as the key. She smiles widely in anticipation: this usually means she is receiving something her sisters don’t have, or something her sisters would like to have

And right she is, for her golden eyes widen when the door opens and the room is revealed to her

“Mother?”, she asks, almost in disbelief. With a gentle hand pushing at her shoulder blade, Bela takes a step inside

The room is decorated with a desk and a comfortable chair, a sofa, two bookshelves, and: a white canvas on the wall, set up for the movie projector. Next to it, a small desk and shelf labeled “film rolls”

She breathes shakily as her fingertips trail over it

When she first sleepily told her mother of her desire to see the movies shown at Donna’s for herself, to see nature and make her own movies containing her knowledge, she thought it might be labeled silly

Yet; it seems her wish was taken more serious than even Bela dared to take it

With a sob, she hugs herself to her mother’s hip, her cool skin pressed into the soft fabric of her dress

“Happy Birthday, my little fly”

Cassandra

Being the unhappiest of the trio with a shared birthday, she was eager to choose her own date

Now, her first thought was in December. A winter month! How badass!

However…a quick glance and note from Bela had her mind; then she couldn’t go outside at all on her birthday..

Perhaps summer it would have to be, then

And so she settled on the 16th of June instead. Warm, perfect for hunting, the season in which most maidens attempt to escape

Now, Cassandra is oddly shy about her birthday

She wants it to be a special day. She just doesn’t want people to know this

Especially on her birthday, though, she tends to feel trapped. She wants out, badly, just for a little bit

She wants to see the world, on her birthday more than ever. Wouldn’t this be a wonderful gift?

She asks for it every year, yet it is never granted to her, and only denied with a sad sigh and a kiss to her forehead

She usually talks to her “friends”, the few prisoners left alive. Rambling as she brings the blades and whips down on them over and over again, ignoring their cries and screams as she keeps talking

They rarely survive, and she doesn’t attempt to keep them alive, either

They merely serve the purpose of being made to listen to her ramble, and to keep her entertained

As she awakens on her birthday this year, uncharacteristically early, she immediately swarms out of bed

Still in her pyjamas, she swarms into Alcina’s bed, on top of the woman, and shakes her as hard as she can

“Mother! Mother! Mother, it’s my birthday! Mama!”

When golden eyes open at last, Cassandra at last slides down her body and onto the soft mattress again, her hands stopping from shaking her

“It’s my birthday, Mother”, she announces, as if the older woman truly needed a reminder

And after a few minutes of orienting herself, Alcina does blink away sleep and shoots her middle child a loving smile “Yes, my fierce little huntress, I will get ready”

At this, Cassandra grins. She returns to her room to get dressed, her flies buzzing excitedly

Each year her birthday begins by going out to hunt with her Mother. Each year they hunt for a varcaloc, the largest predator found near the village

She swarms as fast as she can, her sickle and daggers swinging wildly, her teeth bared, her mother close behind her

Still, the first drop of blood is hers to cause, and as soon as her sickle rips through fur and flesh, she laughs and hears claws unseathe

Really, she loves watching her mother hunt! Such elegance, such brutality, such speed and strength!

Even Alcina knows in every second of this activity, Cassandra is staring, and she is her role model, in such moments more than ever

Each year, the beast is slain, and this year is no different

Yet, their trip to the forest does not end. With their prey dropped off at the castle again, Alcina feels fingers grab her wrist tightly and tug

“Come on, Mama! Hurry!”

Now comes the truly exciting part!

Cassandra swarms and runs fast, her dress getting caught a few times as she speeds through the forest

Then, she stops abruptly. Golden eyes widen and water for a moment

She feels so much emotion all at once, here, at the border of the hunting grounds

She knows not to pass them without permission, ever. And she never does

Yet, her birthday is different

With a graceful step, Alcina walks forwards, stepping past the invisible line in Cassandra’s head

Gently, she cups her daughter’s cheek and takes her hand. Then, she too, takes a step forwards

Immediately, she laughs, loud and cheerful

She knows not to stray away, not to hide, not to play around where Mother can’t see or reach her. But this- is her own little world of freedom

She swarms up and down, feels the ground and smells the air as though it was any different from the one within the hunting grounds

Alcina watches, a soft smile on her lips, but pain in her heart. She sees, each year as she grants her daughter this, how badly her little fly craves this freedom. And yet, with hunters and poachers, outsiders and soldiers- and not to mention the unpredictable cold and environment- about, she cannot allow it

She knows this, both of them do. Cassandra no longer blames her mother for this choice, but treasures the times she is allowed outside, even if it is under supervision

After some minutes, she bends to pick up a rock, then nods to Alcina. They know, it’s time to go again already, even as Cassandra yearns to stay here with her mother

The rest of the day is spent playing with her sisters, chasing Daniela through the castle until she squeals and shrieks from the base fear of being caught, only to roll about and giggle when she eventually is

She often receives her younger sister’s present in the form of a new weapon or belt, and is always eager to try it out right away

Naturally, Daniela follows her, so that the majority of the day is easily spent hunting together

Bela’s present is given in the privacy of her room, as Cassandra’s lips pull to a shy, but large smile when her sister presents her with new art supplies

“Do you want to..stay for a bit?”

Bela never refuses this special offer, and watches with great interest as her sister rambles on about what supplies are used for and best for what

As the only one in the family aware of her painting hobby, Cassandra loves sharing her work with her older sister

She is always rewarded with showers of praise that have her headbutt the woman’s cheek or neck and have her flies buzz loudly

One birthday, she asks Bela for a favour that has her cheeks burn from embarrassment before her words can even get out. Thankfully, her sister understands

With a blindfold covering golden eyes, Cassandra’s embarrassment fades a little

She is concentrated as she fixes her sister’s dark blue dress, adjusting parts that she wanted to stick out, fixing her hair and gently applying the deep red lipstick

Then, she begins her work. A sketch, at first, she works concentrated

Never would she admit her sister is her muse, the only one to support and know of her hobby, the one she trusts fully, the one to inspire her to keep going with her art and the one to praise her pieces after

Cassandra smiles warmly as she watches her sister sit, perfectly still as asked, completely trusting

Another reminder to her, with a tug of her heart, why she loves her family to very much

And yet, a single gift remains

Cassandra watches curiously as, late at night, Alcina at last sits down on her bed, a box in her hand

“Happy Birthday, my curious little fly”

Eager, she all but rips the box to shreds to get to what is inside

Alcina laughs, having added extra layers and paper wrapping the gift

She knows, after all, how her little huntress enjoys tearing it apart to access what reward lies within

And what a reward indeed

At first, Cassandra is unsure what it is. A book? She pulls a grimace that makes her mother laugh and tap her chin. With a giggle, she fixes her face again and instead stares up at the older woman in confusion

“Open it, mica musca”

Again, she eagerly obeys, yet-

Cassandra gasps when she sees the content, her golden eyes widening, her flies buzzing loud as she immediately swarms onto Alcina’s lap and nearly shoves the album into her Mother’s face

“Mother! Look! What’s that?!”

The photo album shows a photograph of pyramids. Cassandra lowers the album again to get a good look again

And Alcina? She explains, her voice steady, her fingers gently scratching against Cassandra’s scalp. Loud buzzing and purr-like sounds were her reward

Amazed, more questions follow

Easily, the next hours and evenings are spent together, with Cassandra asking more and more and Alcina openly talking about all that is to see in the many photographs in the album

Each morning, she finds it tucked close to her daughter’s chest, her little piece of freedom, her little glimpse of the world outside the village

Daniela

Getting to choose her own birthday had her feel giddy with excitement. She immediately came up with more and more and more and more

Many dates, some symbolic, some merely on the list because they sound nice

She too, originally went for a winter month. After noticing her older sister change it up, naturally, she copied her

In the end, she settles for the 1st of July

She loves her birthday though, and always has. Even when she still shared it with her sisters

At first, she thought she was bothered by that particular fact

Yet, now she is no longer sharing it with them, she feels…lonely, almost

What a lonely day it has become to her, even as she still gets to spend it with her family

And yet, she yearns to have a lover or friends to spend it with. Such things seem denied to her, though, for the staff just won’t last

Often, she’d bed someone on her birthday, desperate for intimacy and love

Always, she’d kill them before the clock struck midnight

They were never real, never looked at her with real love in their eyes, never looked at her with real care

Sometimes, with desire. Desire that almost made her feel seen. They congratulated her on her birthday, and yet..they had no idea how old she even

Still, each year, she tries her best not to let loneliness affect her

Feeling overly clingy on her birthday, Daniela is often found starting her day in the beds of her sisters. Whether when snatching Bela’s blankets and cuddling into her side, or seeing how many knives she can balance on top of Cassandra until she’d wake up, one thing is clear:

Daniela doesn’t want to be alone on her birthday

She is with her sisters until they awaken, not having the heart to send their younger sister off and kick her out of their room on this special day to her

She giggles loudly as she is chased down to the dining hall for breakfast, her flies buzzing, her lips pulled into a grin

Immediately, her arms wrap around Alcina when she sees her. She sticks her tongue out at her sisters, signalling she was once again the fastest to get to their mother

The breakfast table is full of almost overly sweet things from all around the world. A special privilege reserved for birthdays only

And she enjoys it, digging in eagerly, eating blood-covered candy and snatching some more from Cassandra’s plate when she is busy flirting with the help

Often, she climbs on the lap of whoever is closest to her, then, her big, golden eyes on display as she asks to receive her presents early already

How could they deny her, really?

And so, she is grinning and has her flies buzzing excitedly when she receives what she wants

This year, she is especially excited. She knows, something big will be her present this year, by the way her family would often smile or smirk the past months, as if they knew something she did not

Surely, it had to be a surprise!

And it is, certainly

Bela is the first to present her gift to her sister, a large box wrapped in bright red wrapping paper

Daniela giggles in joy, her sharp, claw-like nails already digging into the paper. Eagerly, she shreds the box, only to find another, also wrapped, within

Again, she laughs happily. More to unpack?! She’s over the moon!

And then? Another smaller one in that one! Two layers of wrapping paper!

And another!

Then, at last, she discovers her present:

Four books; one romance, one a fantasy-romance, another a crime-romance book and another a collection of poems! Daniela’s smile widens with each book she discovers

Then, a small stuffed animal. A brown rabbit, with pink ears

She gasps at the sight and the softness of its fur, and immediately the stuffed animal is sat on her lap

And lastly, a small bottle of perfume

She smiles, recognizing the scent

It’s the smell clinging to her eldest sister, the perfume Daniela would always steal. Clearly, she was not being as subtle as she thought she was

With a tight hug and bright smile, she thanks her sister. Then, a loud whine is brought from her lips as she feels Cassandra’s hand rubbing against the top of her head

“Awhh! Getting older eh? You’ll always be our baby sister, don’t worry”, she coos in what was meant to be a teasing and mocking tone

Alas, it brings a large grin to Daniela’s face nonetheless

Her gift? A blade, the handle bound in leather, the blade and tip sharp. A series of small, yellow gemstones embedded in the bottom of the handle

She gasps again, happily. She recognizes this one as belonging to her sister, too!

Cassandra’s dagger, the one used to toy with and injure prey, shiny in the sun, glistening at night!

She immediately grips it tightly and grins at her sister. She is now a great huntress, too!

Again, she hugs her sister tightly, giggling as she steals another treat off her plate when she isn’t looking

And lastly, she turns her head to her mother at the head of the table, her eyes wide and another giggle falling from her hips when the woman stands up

Eagerly, she swarms around her as she walks. She laughs loudly as her and Cassandra start chasing each other, with Bela and Alcina serving as fun obstacles or safe spots, depending on whether or not she is losing their chase

Going outside, she grips her new dagger a little tighter. She hopes, some poor soul is outside when they aren’t supposed to be

She itches to try her new weapon out!

Alas, it seems she must wait until nightttime

Still, something large catches her attention in the distance. An addition to the castle?

After moments, she no longer wants to wait for her family to catch up. She swarms ahead, effortlessly proving her status as the fastest of the four yet again

Then, she nearly shrieks in excitement as she comes face to face with three horses, hay, riding equipment and much more

Horses?!

A dream!

Having asked for horses and being taught to ride one since early in her reborn life, yet never receiving one, Daniela has almost given up hope

Almost

After all, it was always either the Lycans being too aggressive, her sister being too aggressive, the temperatures, or the maidens attempting to escape that got in the way

She stretches out her hand gently, smiling when the first horse bumps its head against her palm

The black soft, short fur is warm underneath her fingers, and as dark brown eyes look back into hers, she smiles again

“Are you happy, my dove?”, Alcina asks, though, she really just wanted to see the youngest’s lips stretch into a large grin yet again

Daniela nods fast, her hand pulling back only when she throws her arms around her mother “Yes, mama!”, she confirms

Already she thinks of the freedom the animals offer her, and the freedom the mere thought of them have always offered her

She spends the rest of the morning and afternoon at the stables, petting and kissing the animals’ heads and brushing their fur gently

She comes up with names quickly, though is sure to take her time considering them

For the white horse, spots, referencing to the small, black spots scattered across the animal’s neck and back

For the light brown one, Maximus, named after a horse in one of her favorite books

And lastly, the black one, that never fails to have her feel as though there is a connection

This one, she decides, will bear the name Apollo

At night, this night, things are better for once. She feels less lonely, even as she can’t share her bed with a lover

Instead, she is cuddled into Bela’s waist, Cassandra’s hand tangled in her hair and nails scratching along her scalp gently

Her arm rests across Alcina’s thigh, and light purr-like noises are dragged from the youngest as her arm is stroked and scratched lightly

With Bela’s voice filling the empty room as she reads from one of the newest books, Daniela is at last, for once, able to fall asleep peacefully on her birthday

[dotster001]

What Was Will be Again

Summary: Satan x gn!reader Satan finds that texting the attendant is an easy way to communicate without his wrath interfering. But it isn't long before he craves more.

A/N: this is heavily inspired by how, in nightbringer, Satan seems to hate us and want nothing to do with us, but he's also texting to rank his favorite cat things. So I said, both can go hand in hand 😂

Everything was too much. This existence was too noisy, too aggressive, too uncaring. And yet…when you told him to "STAY!", there was a brief moment he felt peace.

Still everytime he tried to talk to you, the only words out of his mouth were in anger. The first few times you were startled, but at length you'd seemed to accept it. 

It's not his fault! He wants to shout how much he cares, how much he wants to make you happy! But he's always so angry! He can't control it, and it's…frightening. Frightening that he could destroy the only peace he's found in his entire existence.

One day, though, he's looking through the royal library, and there's a book that reminds him of you. Without thinking, he texts you using the number Lucifer gave him, and sends you all manner of book recommendations.

It takes half a second for him to realize what he's done, but you are enthusiastic in your response.

I'll be sure to let you know what I think!

He turned off his phone, and clutched it to his chest, a grin overtaking his normally sour features.

He was scared though, that your relationship would change. That you'd challenge this out in the open, or worse, in front of Lucifer. But you didn't say anything. You treated him as you always did. He couldn't be more grateful.

It was just so much easier to talk to you over text. It was safer! He couldn't scare you off like that…

"Ooh who are you smiling at?" Asmo asked, giggling and trying to read Satan's texts over his shoulder.

"What are you blabbering about?"he snapped, shutting down his phone.

"People only smile at their phones like that when it's someone special. Now tell me who it is!" Asmo whined, as he draped himself over Satan's lap.

Satan stood up and let Asmo fall, but still. This was the first moment he thought that, maybe, just maybe, talking to you in person wouldn't be so bad.

Then you sent him another picture of a cat, and his brain got thoroughly distracted. But over the course of the next couple days, he thought and thought  about it, before deciding to try and talk to you.

"You're chewing too loudly," he snapped. That's not what he wanted to say to you, he just heard the noise and that was all his brain could process.

You froze, swallowed, and said, "I'm sorry, Satan. I'll try to be quieter."

He snarled, and walked away, before realizing he'd completely blown the interaction. Why was it so hard? And why were you so understanding?! As he processed what had just gone down, you'd already texted him about how a manga Levi recommended you was something you thought he'd enjoy based on his recommendations.

This wouldn't be the last time he tried and failed to interact with you. He was starting to realize he was no better than Levi! Levi, his annoying, otaku brother, had talked to you more than he ever had. And he seemed to be able to hold a conversation with you without his sin taking over!

It wasn't fair! He wanted to see your face when he sent a cute cat picture. He wanted to hear your laugh when you thought something he said was funny. He wanted to see the empathy in your eyes when you told him it was okay, and that he wasn't his sin. The confidence in your expression, when you said that he could learn to control his wrath one day.

He'd blown up on his "brothers" again, and had left the House of Lamentation, deciding to sit in the gazebo by the pond, staring at the stars, and clenching his fists so tightly that his talons drew blood.

He heard someone walking up behind him, and felt them sit on the bench next to him.

He didn't have to look up to know it was you.

"Go away!"

You didn't say anything, just sat there. He saw you shift out of the corner of his eye, and then felt his phone vibrate with a new message from you. He ignored it. No point in hearing what you had to say.

You shifted again, and he flinched when you placed a hand on top of one of his clenched fists.

It took him a moment to realize his cheeks had grown wet, and he was trembling. You thankfully didn't mention it, just sat with him as he processed his feelings.

You were so gentle. So kind. Better than any angel, or Celestial Realm could ever be.

….

Your head rested in his lap, and he offhandedly stroked your hair as you read together in his private library.

"Satan?" you hummed, breaking the peaceful silence.

"Mhmm?"

"Mammon was telling me about the couple of centuries after you were born."

He groaned, and you giggled.

"Sounds like you were a bit of a trouble maker."

"Were?" He snickered, tickling your side, and causing you to snort.

"You know what I mean, you ass," you groaned, swatting his hand away. 

"So I was curious, how did you learn to cope with your sin? Like, the other brothers were angels, so in theory they should have had the tools to overcome, but it kind of sounds like you were on your own…"

Your trailed off at the end, voice tinged with a hint of sadness.

"We used to have this attendant," he said, trying hard to bring the memories to the surface after years of disuse. "I don't know what happened to them, they probably got eaten or something, but they were a unique demon, and when I was in a particularly bad fit, they would come sit with me. Their strength gave me strength."

He hummed to himself. "It's been a while since I've thought about that, actually. But without them lending me their peace, I never would have found my own."

"Sounds like they were important to you," you hummed, nuzzling into him affectionately.

He wrapped his arms around you, before saying, "Yeah. I guess. But I have someone better now."

You laughed, before smiling up at him, "Still, I'm happy you had them, or I wouldn't have you now."

"Yeah, I guess not."

He wasn't sure if his brother's father could hear them in hell, but he sent up a quick thank you for the demon attendant for bringing him you.

....

Tag list- @leonia0 @eccedentesiast-sapphic @your-next-daydream

[hamiltonaf]

Tie the Knot | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Female Reader

Requested: Anonymous

Word Count: 962

Warnings: Just pure fluff + BONUS - Social Media AU

A/N: Hello darlings, I’m trying my best to finish requests as fast as I possibly can so please bare with me when you send in a request. Hope you babes enjoy .xx

Kylian’s P.O.V

After 3 and a half years of (Y/N) and I being together, the day had finally come for us to make things official.

It felt surreal how we spent so many months of planning everything to all come down to this final moment.

I’ve never felt more nervous than I did today, my heart was racing and I was eager to see (Y/N) already. I last saw (Y/N) last night, perhaps the most special moment we spent together, but it feels like I saw her weeks ago.

At around 9pm, I arranged for a table to be set up under the gazebo where we were getting married. Nothing felt more special than seeing the smile on her face when she saw the set-up that made her eyes sparkle.

We spent our last few hours talking about the last 3 and a half years, basically taking a trip down memory lane. All the highs and lows that we’ve been through together made us stronger and brought us down to this final decision. A few minutes before midnight, we gave each other one last hug. I was just about to kiss her but she stopped me and told me to save it for our wedding. It was quite funny but quite cute at the same time as we shook hands and said our final goodbyes, “Bye bye girlfriend” “Ciao boyfriend.”

The adrenaline rush kept me up for most of the night, I was practically living on 4 hours of sleep. I really wanted to message (Y/N), I know she could easily ease my nerves, but I couldn’t be inconsiderate.

No good morning text from her made me feel uneasy. My nerves got even worse after messaging her and minutes later, still no reply. What if she’s having doubts ? What if she bails on me ? I obviously have been watching way too many romance movies with her.

Knowing that I was ready before her meant that I had more time to waste, but luckily I had my boys with me to be a distraction. That didn’t last long as I was called to stand under the gazebo. It was finally time.

After walking down the aisle with my boys, I felt at ease until I was finally under the gazebo. I could feel my hands start to sweat and suddenly I could feel the heat rush to my face. I stared at my shoes and took a few deep breaths as I heard the announcement to stand up for the bride.

The music played in the background but it was all a blur to me as I looked up to stare at (Y/N). It felt as if (Y/N) was the only person in the room as she walked down the aisle. She looked absolutely breathtaking and I couldn’t believe my eyes that she’s mine. It felt like a pinch me moment. This is it. At any minute now (Y/N) was going to be my wife and I never felt more lucky.

My emotions took a turn and I didn’t realise I had started crying. I walked down the few stairs to shake my father-in-law's hand before he handed her over to me. She softly said, “Aww babe I can’t believe you’re crying”, she then wiped away my tears with the pad of her thumb. “You look so beautiful ma chérie” I said lowly to her. “Thank you babe and you’re undeniably handsome as always” she giggled as we then stood in the middle of the gazebo facing each other.

The ceremony had happened so quickly - it felt like it because I’m guilty for spending my entire time staring at (Y/N) in awe. Vows were exchanged, so were our rings and we sealed it off with a kiss once we were told to.

After the ceremony, everyone moved to the indoor venue. Dinner was served, people took pictures with us, drinks were also served and the night had started once the floor was cleared, and the music started.

(Y/N) and I weren’t the type of couple to dance in front of everyone unless it’s just immediate family or if we’re alone, but in this case we were practically forced and just went with it.

“Hello husband” she smiled as she wrapped her arms around my neck. “Has a nice ring to it” I winked. “Pun intended ?” She raised a brow. “Of course..but jokes aside, I can’t believe you’re my wife, how did I get so lucky” I pouted. “I’m the lucky one ! It’s so rare to get a husband who cries when he sees you walking down the aisle. What did I do to deserve you” she pressed her forehead against mine.

“I honestly didn’t even realise I was crying until you said so. You just looked so breathtaking, like an angel walking my way and I couldn’t believe it. You know I even messaged you this morning to help calm me down but you didn’t even reply, a bit rude of you wifey” I teased. “Awww you’re too cute ! Also, about that, I’m so sorry. I was just eager to get dressed and see you already” she playfully raised her brows. “You were eager to see me ?” I raised a brow. “Always… but right now I’m feeling selfish and I just want you all to myself” she pouted as she pecked my lips. “Ma chérie, if you’re going to continue then you’re just causing trouble” I whispered into her ear. “Don’t you know I like trouble” she softly whispered into my ear. Well damn.

BONUS - Social Media AU

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[nightghoul381]

Ellis Twilight~ Main Route Chapter 1

Disclaimer for route warnings | Masterlist

Additional Content Warnings: None

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

Part 1

--What is happiness?

It’s like a twilight sky that changes color the moment it burns into your eyes…

Even though it holds my heart forever and never lets go, I can never have the same one again.

Time, stop—don’t let this happiness fade away.

(From today onwards, my life will be monitored by the members of the assassin organization “Crown” that controls evil with evil.)

As a ‘fairytale keeper’, it is my duty to record their sins—my only lifeline.

Getting ready in front of the mirror, I try to re-energize.

(Honestly, I’m scared to face ‘sin’ again…)

(Up to this point, I’ve only had to deal with complaints at the post office or handling deliveries in crazy busy situations.)

(I’ll be okay, I’m sure it will work out somehow.)

Kate: “Okay, only one month. If I try, I can do this…okay.”

I repeat this to myself like a mantra, opened the door and took a brisk step forward--.

???: “Woah.”

Kate: “Kya!?”

I accidentally bump the tip of my nose into the chest of someone who was standing in front of the door.

Kate: “I-I’m sorry…!”

Ellis: “I’m sorry too...are you hurt?”

(Oh…this guy--)

--Flashback—

Harrsion: “…So what are you going to do now that you’ve explained everything so thoroughly, Victor?”

Victor: “Hmm…That’s right…”

Ellis: “Shall I kill her?”

(Eh--?)

Ellis: “She doesn’t look happy at all, but I’ll take the job.”

--End Flashback—

(He was the first to suggest killing me.)

(But, after that…)

--Flashback—

Ellis: “I’m Ellis.”

Kate: “Ellis… Nice to meet you.”

Ellis: “Mmhmm… likewise. Jude and I are often away on business.”

Ellis: “While I’m here, I’ll make you as happy as possible.”

--End Flashback—

With the same mouth, a line that sounded like a marriage proposal was said without hesitation… what an odd person.

(Why is Ellis in front of my room?)

Part 2

(Ah, I see. Surveillance has already started.)

If I misbehave, I might be killed.

(I can’t just keep acting like everything is the same.)

(I’ve already stepped into a different world.)

Kate: “Mr. Ellis, right…? I look forward to working with you from today onwards.”

Ellis: “Yes, Ellis Twilight, nice to meet you… no need to be so formal.”

Ellis laughed lightly and looked into my face with concern.

Ellis: “…your nose is getting red.”

Ellis: “Sorry, the door opened just as I was about to knock, so I couldn’t avoid it.”

A long, slender arm holds the door.

Behind his curly hair, as his name suggests, are twilight eyes.

I gasped when I notice how close we were and hurriedly apologized.

Kate: “No! I’m sorry I got anxious and jumped out…”

Ellis: “Are you anxious? Why?”

Kate: “What!? Um…”

(“I was getting anxious because I was scared of living with all of you.”)

(I can’t say that…)

Kate: “It’s like I was transferred to a new department that I don’t know at all…”

Kate: “It’s like… Gaahhh!”

Ellis: “Gaahhh…”

Ellis blinks in surprise.

(Ah, that was too weird…)

Ellis: “… you’re a cute person.”

Kate: “Um… it’s okay, you don’t have to follow me…”

(I should have been able to make up and excuse, but I feel so embarrassed.)

As I avert my gaze, looking for a place to move to, Ellis returned to a straight face and spoke in a whisper,

Ellis: “ I’d like to give you your first job in the ‘new department’… is that okay?”

Kate: “---Wow…”

(What a beautiful garden.)

I was taken to the courtyard of Crown castle…

There was a beautiful English garden that had been carefully maintained down to the last detail.

Seasonal flowers are in full bloom, and it smells like paradise.

(Last night, I could only feel the majesty and dangerous atmosphere of the towering castle…)

(But there are places where I feel so at ease.)

As I followed Ellis down the path, admiring the beautiful garden, a gazebo came into view.

Tea and scones are set on the table, as though a tea party is about to begin.

Ellis: “Please sit.”

Kate: “Oh…uh, thank you.”

Ellis pulled out a chair and was waiting for me, so I sat down in the chair, confused ,and he sat in the seat across from me.

(You said earlier that you wanted to give me a job, but…)

Kate: “Is this where I’ll be working my first job?”

Ellis: “Yeah… your first job is to eat breakfast with me.”

Part 3

Ellis: “Yeah…your first job is to eat breakfast with me.”

(…hmm?)

Ellis: “Tell me about yourself while eating delicious food, I’ll tell you about myself too.”

Ellis: “If you record it, it will count as your report as fairytale keeper, right?”

--CHOICES---------------------------------

That’s honestly helpful/ That honestly helps +4 +4

Isn’t that a nuisance? +4 +4

Why would you help me? +4 +4

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Kate: “Why are you helping me?”

Ellis: “I thought it would make you happy.”

It seems like he’s seriously trying to help me.

Ellis: “I’ll also tell you about the other members of Crown.”

Ellis: “I think it’s a little scary to live among people you don’t know.”

Kate: “…!”

(I never expected this ‘first job’ to be…)

Kate: “Did you invite me just to relieve my anxiety?”

Ellis: “…That’s a little bit correct.”

Kate: “A little bit?”

Ellis: “It’s also for me to talk to you… that’s the bit that was incorrect.”

A faint smile appears on his lips.

(Maybe my first impression of Ellis last night was a misunderstanding.)

Just being near him made me feel like my temperature dropped instantly.

It felt like something was peeking out at me from the gaping darkness--.

I’m sure I felt that kind of anxiety last night…

(I don’t feel that way from Ellis in front of me now.)

(Maybe it was because I had just witnessed the murder scene.)

I gently pushed aside the strange feeling in my chest and decided not to acknowledge it.

--In hindsight, that turned out to be a mistake.

Part 4

(Anyway, Ellis took the trouble to arrange this for me.)

(I’ll take his word for it and listen to various stories.)

Kate: “Thank you, Ellis.”

Ellis: “I haven’t done anything to deserve your gratitude.”

Ellis: “Do you like sweets? These are scones Victor baked this morning.”

Kate: “Eh? Victor baked…?”

Ellis: “Yes, it’s like his hobby. Al is also a good cook.”

Ellis: “The clotted cream is something I learned from Al and made myself.”

Ellis: “Liam recommended this jam, so he bought it for me.”

Ellis: “Perhaps he knows a lot about what’s trending because he’s a stage actor.”

Ellis: “This meat pie is from the restaurant where Roger took me to lunch the other day. He treats me to drinks often.”

Kate: “W-wait a minute. I want to write down what you just told me…!”

When I take out my notebook that I had kept in my pocket,

Ellis told me a lot about the people in Crown--.

Kate: “Oh, I know about the shop that sells this apricot crumble too! There’s usually quite a line there, right?”

Ellis: “I bought it with Harry. Harry apparently has a sweet tooth and is obsessed with delicious sweets shops.”

Kate: “Hehe… Everyone in Crown is good friends aren’t they?”

(I felt like I was living in another world,)

(I feel relieved to know that we are all people living in the same London.)

(Thanks to Ellis.)

With a big smile on my face, I spread cream on the scone in my hand.

Ellis: “Kate.”

Kate: “Yes…?”

Very naturally, the palm of Ellis’ large hand reached up to the side of my face.

Ellis: “You’re going to get cream stuck in your hair.”

Kate: “Huh? Oh…”

(That’s true, I didn’t notice.)

Ellis scoops up my hair with his fingertips and gently tucks it behind my ear.

Kate: “Thank you.”

Ellis: “You’re welcome… It was so good you went crazy for it didn’t you?”

Ellis, resting his chin on his hand, looked at me and smiled.

Kate: “…Yes, it’s delicious.”

Ellis: “Good.”

(If Ellis can do something like this so casually… he must be popular.)

Realizing that my heart was pounding, I tried to calm down my erratic heartbeat.

Kate: “Preparing a seat, caring about me like this…”

Kate: “Why are you being so kind to me?”

(I don’t remember doing anything to Ellis yesterday that would make him treat me so kindly…)

Ellis: “Kate, you haven’t looked happy since last night.”

Ellis: “I want the people around me to smile as much as possible.”

(That’s all…?)

(Even though I’m a complete stranger to Ellis… I don’t know anything about him.)

Kate: “Do you do this for anyone? Even if you just met for the first time?”

Ellis: “Huh…? Yeah… is that wrong?”

The simple question, in turn, made him look confused.

(Ellis is a bit of an odd person after all.)

(But…)

Kate: “…I’m happy.”

(I’m sure I feel better thanks to Ellis.)

Ellis: “I see… If you don’t hate it, good.”

Part 5

By the time the peaceful breakfast was over, my wariness had completely subsided.

Ellis: “Is going to the theater your hobby?”

Kate: “Yes. In fact, last night I took on an unfamiliar night shift because I wanted money for tickets…”

Ellis: “Heheh… you’re quite passionate.”

I chatted endlessly with Ellis, as if we were new friends.

Then, the sound of another set of footsteps echoed.

Victor: “Hey, hey! This is exciting!”

Ellis: “Victor.”

Kate: “…! Good morning.”

Victor: “Oh, you don’t have to stand up! I don’t want to interrupt your pleasant conversation.”

Victor: “Since Ellis offered to do so, I left breakfast to him… Do you feel a little less nervous?”

Victor kept smiling and looked at me searchingly.

The shadow of the unfathomable feeling I felt from him last night has faded, and I can feel the warmth of concern in his jewel-like eyes.

(Maybe it’s because I enjoyed my first job with Ellis and it relieved my tension.)

Kate: “Yes. Thanks to Ellis and the delicious scones you baked for me.”

Victor: “…”

When I smiled gratefully, Victor seemed a little surprised.

But soon a smile appeared on his face, like a flower blooming.

Victor: “Yeah, yeah. Your smile says ‘I’m so happy to be Crown’s exclusive fairytale keeper!’”

Ellis: “…Did it really say that much?”

Kate: “…hehe.”

Victor’s eyes narrowed as he watched my shoulders shake.

Victor: “Well I had two requests for you as fairytale keeper, keeping our secret and recording our sins.”

Victor: “The former is fine, but the latter I would imagine has you at a loss as to what to do specifically.”

Victor: “May I give a little explanation?”

Kate: “Yes. Please.”

Victor: “It’s not difficult. I want you to carefully observe the people of Crown and write down what you feel is a sin.”

Victor: “I’ll leave it to you to figure out how.”

Victor: “You can have multiple people watch over you on a rotating basis or you can choose one person to work with.”

(Observe the members of Crown carefully. I am free to choose my methods and partners… I see.)

Kate: “I understand, um, how far does my surveillance extend?”

Victor: “Even though I say surveillance, I don’t mean to restrict your freedom of movement other than going out alone.”

Victor: “I may ask you to accompany us on missions, but you can spend the rest of the time however, you like.”

I was a little relieved as I had expected to be under much stricter surveillance.

Kate: “Understood. Thank you for your explanation.”

Victor: “…Honestly, I was a little surprised just now. I didn’t expect to see your smile so soon.”

Victor: “You witnessed a terrible scene, and we are an evil organization that cannot be said to be safe.”

He gave me a joking wink…

Then Victor squinted his eyes as if looking at bright sunlight.

Victor: “I hope that the darkness that will inevitably touch you from now on won’t take away your smile.”

Strangely enough, I didn’t believe what I was told was a lie.

(The people of Crown are definitely dark and terrifying people who don’t mind harming others.)

However—I thought that if I looked deep into my heart, there were feelings that I could understand.

Victor: “Then I’ll excuse myself. The Queen’s Aide is quite busy.”

Victor seemed to have just come to see what was going on and immediately left without coming to the table.

(To record their sins, first I’ll have to take a good look at the members of Crown.)

In that case—I’d like Ellis to be the first one I want to know more about.

Such feelings come naturally.

Kate: “Um, Ellis…What are your plans for today?”

However, my question was interrupted by a harsh voice.

Jude: “Yer supposed to be workin. How dare ya slack off.”

Ellis and Kate: “!”

I jumped at the sound of a loud voice.

(That voice is--)

When I hesitantly turned around, I saw Jude standing in the garden with his arms folded, looking irritated.

(Oh, you’re angry…!)

Ellis: “Sorry. I’ll go now.”

Without even standing up, Ellis leisurely turned his gaze toward Jude and answered.

(Such carelessness….)

Jude clicked his tongue, quickly flipped his cloak with a flourish and left.

Ellis: “…As you can see, that is today’s schedule.”

Kate: “You work for a trading company right?”

(Jude is the president and Ellis is the president’s assistant...right?)

(I was thinking of observing Ellis, but maybe I should try another day.)

Kate: “Thank you for making time for me. Good luck with your work.”

Ellis: “……”

Ellis was staring at me, thinking about something--.

Kate: “Um…?”

Ellis: “If you don’t mind, would you like to come with me?”

Kate: “Why are you helping me?”

Next Chapter

[teddypickerry]

Hi!! if you’re still doing requests would you do a loralie gilmore x fem reader one? maybe where they bond over liking metallica (sorry chris lmao) and their friendship turns into a relationship?

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐍.

pairings — fem! reader x lorelai gilmore

word count — 876

warnings — literally just fluffy + flirty lorelai

a/n — first of all, never apologize to chris. secondly… WHAT UP MFS (saying that like i didn’t disappear off the face of the earth for a hot min) hope this tiny little blurb did you justice, i thought it was just cute. love you guys. thank you for messaging me + sending requests lately. you guys rock.

THE TOWN OF STARS HOLLOW was on the brink of Autumn, yet the sun was mistaking the New England town for a tropical paradise. Except the sun didn't accept the idea of paradise. Not with the continuous heat waves that had the town meetings cancelled and air conditioners blasting. Not a single long sleeve in sight despite it being the first day of September.

"This feels like a joke. This has to be a joke, right?" Lorelai Gilmore mutters as she walks down the side walk, fanning herself with her hand while trailing around in her heeled boots that felt like personal hell. Her best friend, Sookie, stood to her right wiping the bead of sweat from her forehead. "If it is, this is the cruelest joke ever."

The two regretted their walk from the Dragonfly Inn almost instantly and that thought only deepened as they walked the towns streets. Luke's seemed so far away and they were ready to give up.

"Watch out!" A voice called from the town square, as the two woman turned to see a ball coming in their direction. Lorelai moved out of the way and Sookie quickly followed, the ball nearly taking out their necks. A woman came jogging over and stopped with a quick glance at the two of them, grabbing the ball and tossing it into her arms. "Oh, sorry. That kid is not ready for soccer tryouts.”

Lorelai locked eyes with the woman who stood before her, wearing a pair of sneakers with shorts and a cut-up Metallica t-shirt. She looked like she somehow didn't break a sweat. Despite her athletic efforts. "Where did you come from, the freezer section?" Lorelai asks.

The unknown woman rubs her lips together before motioning over to the kid standing in the grass across the road. "My niece has shitty aim," She says with a quick smile.

"Well we can't all be... a… soccer player," Lorelai mutters as she realizes she doesn't know the name of a singular athletic star.

"Are you new around here?" Sookie asks the girl curiously as she searches her purse for her sunscreen. Y/N only nodded in response, "Just visiting my sister. She owns the boutique down the road."

"Oh yeah, I like going in there. It's like an episode of The Twilight Zone. I never know what's gonna happen in there," Lorelai chuckles as the woman only nods along. "Cool t-shirt, by the way."

"Metallica fan?" Y/N asks as she eyes her for a moment, noticing the pink tank top with a puppy on it. She found it hard to believe that this smiley woman would be fond of Kirk Hammett.

"Great band," Lorelai nods.

"They know how to play a tune or two," Y/N comments with a quick smirk making Lorelai smile. Clearly enjoying their little talk and what Y/N said next. "It's not too often I run into a pretty Metallica fan."

Lorelai smiles sweetly at those words making Sookie have to hide her smile of excitement with her hand. Before making an excuse to leave the two alone. "I'm gonna head to Luke's before I become bacon out here... nice meeting you."

Y/N gives her a nod as she walks past her, leaving Lorelai stood infront of her and only her. "Yeah, I'll meet you there."

She tossed the ball back over towards her niece who went back to kicking it around the gazebo. Lorelai's eyes still on her as she did so. Enjoying her figure in the summer clothing. "Well I should probably get back to her..."

"Yeah," Lorelai gives her a nod as she breaks out of the trance and looks over at the kid. "She's a cute kid."

"She is," Y/N nods as she gives Lorelai another look once her head turned. "Listen... I'm gonna be in town for a while."

"Oh?" The Inn owner says, obviously too awkward to mumble out something witty as per usual. Y/N nodded before licking her lips. "Yeah, I'll see you around?"

"Yep. It's Stars Hollow; we see everyone and everything. Not in a creepy way... but in a like, we're always looking. God, that sounded very opening scene of Halloween," Lorelai smiles awkwardly before chuckling away her nerves.

"Great movie," Y/N comments with a quick smile as she glanced down at the empty coffee cup Lorelai was holding. Questioning why she was on her second cup of hot coffee on a day like this... but noticing the sharpie'd name written on the side. "…Lorelai."

Lorelai furrows her eyebrows with another soft chuckle. "So you're stalker Michael Myers."

"No, I'm just a girl who can read," Y/N motions to the coffee cup with a nice smirk. Lorelai feels a grin grow at that as she looks over at the woman. "I'll see you later, Lorelai."

"You too, Y/N." Lorelai hums as she watches her head toward the street before turning to her with a confused look. Lorelai only grins as she starts walking to the coffee shop, "I can read too."

Y/N thinks for a moment as she crossed the street and walked back over to her niece. Noticing the ball by her feet. 'Property of Y/N Y/L/N'

"Well, damn."

[greazyfloz]

Getting into a fight with jack in front of Quinn and Luke and you both go to take some breathers and Quinn and Luke both go up to jack and are like “you’re an idiot” “I hope y/n doesn’t forgive you”

Not Like That

w/ Jack Hughes

Warnings: angst, swearing

Word count: 1.3k

Jack and I along with the rest of his family were at a family get together at his lakehouse. We were sitting with his brothers under a gazebo watching his younger cousins jumping in the pool. They kept climbing out yelling ‘watch this’ gaining our attention before doing a cannonball into the pool. We would clap or cheer when they resurfaced from the water. I cuddle into Jack’s chest and just listen in on the brothers conversation.

As we are sitting there conversing with each other, their cousin comes and sits down on the chair beside Quinn. “Hey buddy, awesome stuff out there” Quinn says, “Thanks Quinn! Wanna come in the pool wif me?”, “Not right now buddy, maybe later”. His little cousin continues the conversation asking us a bunch of questions like young kids do then he looks at me and Jack, “when you guys havin a baby?” he asks Jack. Jack awkwardly laughs and both Quinn and Luke laugh waiting for Jack’s answer, “I don’t know bud”, “Mommy said when people love each other they have babies”, I smile at how cute his cousin is until Jack says “Yeah, we don’t love each other like that buddy”. My face completely drops, Quinn and Luke both stop laughing realizing the sudden change of expression on my face. I took Jack’s arm from around me and escaped from his grasp. Moving over a little bit on the sofa as Jack gives me a dirty look because of my relocation. His cousin stayed and chatted for a bit before leaving to jump back in the pool.

“What’s up with you” Jack turns to me, “nothing” I say quietly. “Why did you move away from me then?”, “We were really close, I didn’t know if we loved each other enough”, “What are you talking about?” Jack says starting to get louder. “Shh. It is really not a big deal” I say trying to be civil. “No, you started this shit”, “Are you serious?” I say. We began to argue a bit about what he said but my tipping point was when he said “Come on Sienna, you are overreacting”, “My name is not Sienna” I say standing up, “I am not Sienn-”, “I know your not, Sienna is a model” Jack says getting defensive. “Fuck. you.” I say before disappearing into the house. Once I reach Jack’s room, I slam the door and lock it behind me before falling on the bed and crying until I fall asleep.

[Jack’s POV]

“You’re an idiot” Quinn says to me as I watch Y/n enter the house. “She is the one that came after me because apparently I said I didn’t love her” I defend myself. “He is like 6 years old, even if he remembers what I said later on it doesn’t mean anything” he continued. “No man, you are an idiot for bringing up Sienna” Luke joins in. “It was an accident, you think I meant to say my ex girlfriends name?” I say. “No, but you definitely meant to tell Y/n that your ex was a model, as if that mattered at the moment” Quinn says. “She’ll be fine” I answer. 

Luke suddenly stands “I hope Y/n doesn’t forgive you” he says before walking away. I see my mom come over and I know Quinn is going to tell her what just happened so I leave so I don’t have to hear it. I go in and sit at a barstool in my kitchen since my bedroom is occupied. I sit there scrolling through instagram for a couple minutes until the back door slides open, “Jack.” my mothers voice echos sternly across the kitchen. “I know mom, I messed up. I don’t want to hear it right now”. “Well” she says grabbing a seat beside me, “What are you going to do about it, and I don’t think ‘she’ll be fine’ is the correct answer” she says. Quinn has such a big mouth. I bring my hand up to rub my eyebrow. “I’ll go up in a bit, I’m going to give her a minute”

[Y/N POV]

I wake up to a faint knock on the door, I roll over hugging the pillow hoping they go away. “Y/n, open up please” Jack says. “No, go away” I respond. I hear the doorknob wiggle a bit before the door opens revealing Jack with a screwdriver in hand. “I said go away” I say to him as he enters his room taking a seat on his bed. “And I said open up” Jack replies. “What do you want?” I say, “Come on, Let’s go for a drive.” Jack says looking at me before pleading, “please”. “Fine” I say getting up. I look at myself in the mirror and clean my runny makeup off before following out to the car. I realized the sun had gone down quite a bit ago once I hoped into the Range Rover with the time reading 9:45pm. Jack pulled out of the driveway and reaches over for my hand. I pulled my hand away and faced the window. “Look I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean what I said when I said we didn’t love each other enough to have babies. It came out wrong and I was just frustrated that you didn’t see that I didn’t mean it that way”, I nod at his explanation but don’t say anything. “I meant that we aren’t at that stage yet, I didn’t know how to express that to a kid Y/n. I love you, and I can see myself having a kid with you but not right now. I thought you felt the same.” Jack continued, “I do feel the same about kids. The way you said it hurt me. I felt like I was wasting my time being with you if you didn’t see ourselves having kids in the future.”, “I know babe, and I am sorry” Jack says again pulling onto the highway. 

“Where are we going?” I ask, “Into the city, I figured you would be hungry since you missed supper” Jack says, “I’m definitely not hungry after you comment today” I snap back, “Turn around” I snap again. “No, I was just frustrated. You are my girlfriend not her”, “It hurt Jack” I say before tearing up. I bring my sweaters sleeve up to brush the tears away, When Jack pulls the SUV over to the side of the road. 

He turns resting his palm on my cheek, “I think you are the most beautiful girl in the world, I don’t care if you a model, or a astronaut, I love you.”, He says as I look into his eye resting my hand on top of his. He leans in kissing my lips, then looks at me again “Can you forgive me?” he says, I smile nodding my head. Jack puts the car back in drive and continues into the city. “Really though it is late so I will just have a snack at the house” I say, “Are you sure?” Jack asks slowing down so he can turn around if he needs to, “Yes, besides I really am not that hungry”. Jack turns around and heads home.

We get back to the house and Jack opens the front door for me. I enter and walk to the kitchen. With Jack following behind me. Ellen is there sipping tea talking to Quinn and Luke who are both leaning on the counter at opposite ends of the kitchen. “How are you feeling hun?” Ellen says as I enter the kitchen giving me a hug, “Better” I say hugging her back. “You forgave hi-” Luke starts until he saw Jack enter behind me. Jack just gave him a look before he looked back at Ellen and I, “Is there any leftovers I can heat up for Y/n?” he asks his mother. “Should be some in the fridge. Jack went to the fridge taking the leftovers out of the fridge and heating it in the microwave before handing it to me. I look down at the huge plate. “Um- you think I can eat all of this myself?”, “You think I ate knowing I hurt my girlfriend, we are sharing” Jack says as we brought the plate to the living room and cuddled while watching movie and eating leftovers.

[pro-logue-epi-logue]

RANDOM DEVIL'S NIGHT THOUGHTS

~NUMBER 45~

Things that were not in NIGHTFALL but should have been

(There might be some ranting soo bear with it, you may or may not agree with them) ->

1. Emory and winter not even sharing one single sentence.

Are you telling me two bestest of buddies Damon and Will are married but their significant others did not even share 1 single sentence. NOTHING. ZERO. NADA. Yaaa right.

I am suppose to believe it?

But yeah sure Rika was always there. ALWAYS?? Why just why? Just once let banks and winter talk.

2. Two of the most awesome characters of the entire devil's night EMORY SOFIA SCOTT and NIVOKA SARAH BANKS are not best friends???

Let us all not live in a delusional and finally accept the fact that EMORY and BANKS are best buddies.

Like imagine the sarcasm, sass and obviously how they both are now going to humble the Horsemen and everyone else.

They LITERALLY have sooooo many topics to talk about.

They both definitely meet 2 or 3 times a week just these two and chat and be as awesome and cool as they are.

But yes we didn't got this either. I was soo excited when the two best girls em and banks were supposed to meet but did we got it no. Apparently alex was important. * insert eye roll* ( everyone have the same thoughts here lets not lie)

3. Will not explaining his tattoos

William aaron payne grayson III has been obsessed OBSESSED with Emory Scott, we all know that, its no secret.

It was mentioned in corrupt that he got tattoos while he was in jail, WHEN he didn't knew about what em and martin did. WHEN he was hopelessly in love with her.

So i don't believe that 90% of his tattoos are not related to her one way or other. NOPE JUST NOPE.

So we all deserved a chapter when he told her the meaning of his tattoos and what they signifies after they were married.

4. Emory not getting her own wedding

Emory has the most painful life, she was not at all happy when she was in high school. And after she went to Berkeley when her gazebo burned she didn't let herself be happy.

So just once ONCE in her life can this girl get something for her just for her only.

Don't get me wrong the wedding was cute( it wasn't).

But EMORY deserved a day just for her and will that she shouldn't share with anyone else.

After everything she went through all the pain and hardship, and all the things will and emmy together as a couple went through they deserved a day for just them.

5. Emory Scott smiling in the present chapters

In the entire present timeline all we got was will and emmy fighting, I just wanted 1 chapter just her smiling and finally being happy after all the things. It doesn't matter how, she can be alone with micah or rory or even will. Just her happy and smiling.

And i really think this and tattoo excerpt should have been there instead of AA.

6. More time between MICAH , RORY and EM

In the short time em was in blackchurch only micah was nice to her and rory was well him. But the scenes when Micah and Em dances together and when these two cuties stood up for her when the entire Horsemen clan was treating Emory so bad so so bad these 3 have my heart. They are the brothers she deserves.

I even like how she described them during the wedding.

So yes they should have had 1 or 2 more scenes together for example when they all went shopping after the engagement.

7. Emory's Backstory

There was a 9 years gap, 9 YEARS. So much can happen in that time. But we don't know anything, literally anything about her during that time. I genuinely wanted to know how she coped with the break up with the love of her life WILL, how did she survive in that 1 year when he was not there, how was her college life, how was her graduation, her ex-boyfriend ( she must have dated someone right),how is her job. Anything would have worked but no did we got anything, no we didn't. But what did we got, repeated reminder of will and alex( i get it they were together but why throw it in her face when she was already soo insecure). This novel should have focused on those years when will and emmy were apart and how her life was in California instead on ALEX( I said what i said she got way too much page space in a book that wasn't even hers ).

8. Will's reaction to when em told him about the coffee can and Damon's mom

I really wanted to know how will would react when he find out that emmy saved all these things and how they meant the world to her. And specifically how ther were just under the gazebo he burnt.😅. Just there away from him. Its a short distance.

I also wanted to knew what exactly happened that devil's night and did he or did he not put damon down. Did he freak out?

9. Way less of Alex and Aydin

It was a book of WILL GRAYSON and EMORY SCOTT then why was i reading about another couple who didn't even matter.

I am still bitter about how badly alex treated emory and how rude she was to her without knowing anything. And how both AA had more page space in present timeline than will and em themselves.

Because we all know how AMAZING, AWESOME and SUPERB past will and emory were they were everything, they were chef's kiss. So imagine how awesome they would have been if AA weren't there because now they both confessed their feelings and their is no martin( we were robbed big time).

10. Will's and emory's accomplishments

It wasn't mentioned but i know, i just know that will grayson was homecoming king and emory scott was the valedictorian and she even passed college with achievements.

This girl spent every minute of her wake hours for either school,gazebo or her grandma so yeah.

11. An apology

Emory deserved an apology from kai, Michael, ALEX and will also because they all every single one of them treated her as if she wasn't even a human. And i hated what kai said to her. Alex was rude and wanted to hit her( an abuse victim seriously), Alex was mean and kind of bitchy for no reason at all. Will did her wrong as well but i dont want to elaborate on this.

Soo yeah SHE DESERVED AN APOLOGY.

12. Emory and Will talking

Inwas waiting for will and Emory to talk to each other specially about Emory's abuse and Will's trauma. These two suffered the most and only had each other and they only showed their true selves to them only and yet They didn't talk! But yes tell us Rika's wedding dress color and how is it relevant.

13. Emory's parents

Why does the only thing we know about Emmy's parents is how they died? We should know a little more about them, where is their grave, how were they with emmy, their sweet moments together, them celebrating Emmy's birthday, playing with her in the park.

14. Will's emotion on his arrest day

We got to see everyone's pov when they git arrest but not will. He is the most ignored PD male at this point.

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Flyboy and the Florist-6

Bob Floyd x F!Reader

Warnings: None, Fluff

Word Count: 632

Author's Note: It's date time!!! Don't know if I'm going fully off hiatus but I felt inspired by TWICE's new song RUSH. Definitely suggest listening to it while reading! Enjoy💜💜

You were pleasantly surprised when Bob pulled up to the San Diego Botanical Gardens. It had been a while since you had gone and you were excited to show him all your favorite plants. 

“I hope this isn’t too cheesy for a first date?” he asked. His cheeks were flustered and he couldn’t look you in the eye. It was cute, this brilliant man was afraid you wouldn’t like going to a place full of the items you sell daily.

“Far from it Bob, I love coming here. It gives me a chance to think about new ways to create new bouquets,” you replied with a gentle smile on your lips. Hopefully, your answer will ease the nervous WSO. Going to the gardens always helped you clear your mind and open it to creative thought processes. 

Bob hopped out of his car and walked to the passenger side to open the door for you. Him being everso the gentleman, made you impressed and feel special. Taking his hand, you hop out of the car as gracefully as you can, and you begin making your way to the entrance. When Bob got to the ticket counter, he finally dropped your hand. You hadn’t even realized that you two were holding hands all the way from the car into the building. It felt so natural that it slipped your mind that you had given him your hand.

Bob quickly got the tickets and let you lead the way. You began walking around and pointing out all your favorite flowers. The entire time Bob listened to you intently, amazed by you going on about your passion. He had a kind, soft smile, knowing that he picked a great place for the first date.

“Am I talking too much?” you asked, flustered with how fast you were talking. You must have been talking for at least 20 minutes.

“No, no. Not all at. It’s nice seeing you open up and explain your passion to me,” Bob replied with a reassuring look on his face. The look on his face made you feel like for once in your life someone was interested in you for more than just your looks. All your past partners only liked you as arm candy. Stand there and look pretty, don’t say a thing. Then again your choice of partners has been questionable, at least that’s what your friends had told you. 

Quickly refocusing back on the date, you start to guide Bob to your favorite place, the gazebo. You liked sitting there watching people pass by while you clear your mind. Holding his hand again, you make your way over to your favorite bench. Both of you sit down, you don’t know what to say. You feel like you ran out of topics to talk about, ever since he started to come to see you frequently at the shop. You glance over at him and find him simply looking at you. This caught you off guard, no one had ever stared at you so intensely. He seemed to be trying to remember every single detail about your face. From your eyes to the creases from laughing. Then, slowly he began to lean in, his eyes trained on your lips.

“Can I?” was all he said once he was a centimeter away from your face.

“Please,” you simpered.

Bob took that confirmation to connect his lips to yours. It felt like time stopped. This gentle and unsure kiss he was giving, felt ten times better than any other kiss you had. This moment almost felt like it was out of a story. Sitting under a gazebo covered in flowers, kissing a man who enamored you so quickly with his shy remarks and contagious laugh. For once, you felt like everything was alright.

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Crystal (pt. 1)

Sit back and kick your feet up a while, we have a lot of places to go through!

So much so, this will need a reblog with a part 2!

@entropytea - Crystal, Balmung | Mist W13, P42

This house's layout was stunning! Despite it being a small, the use of lofts and partitions made the space seem so much larger!

Not to mention, it's all very beautifully furnished! It looked like I was walking into a designer home! Also, very big fan of the gazebo leading into the house. What a clever use of it!

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Crystal, Balmung | Goblet W9, Sultana's Breath Wing 1 Apt 39

The apartment was similarly gorgeous. The layout is beyond amazing, and really makes you feel like you're stepping into some sort of woodland hut that maybe you should not have. Cozy, but a little ominous at the same time!

@cadrenebula - Crystal, Balmung | Goblet W21, P60

He was trying to blend in with the flowers. Silly boy.

What a lovely FC hall! Very spacious, but at the same time very cozy!

I love all the facilities and how thoughtfully they cater to the company's residents. Even down to the little dressing room leading to the stage downstairs. Very cute.

I also had a toot around the rooms that were open, and I must say, there are a lot of pretty, creative rooms in there! Each one had its own distinct personality, and I loved looking through them all. <3

@alannah-corvaine - Crystal, Balmung | Mist W17, P18

All I have to say is wow

The interior of this house is so well-done, every nook and cranny is filled with decor that really brings the whole thing together! Along with the BGM, you'd think you were walking into an Ishgardian manor, not a seaside cottage!

Definitely worth a look if you're in the area! <3

@wayward-hatchling - Crystal, Coeurl | Goblet W23, P13

I was NOT expecting to be invited to an in-game pizzeria of all things! That said, it was VERY cute!!

It really does give off hometown pizzeria vibes, from the brick interior to the wrought iron-backed chairs. It's extremely charming, and I will definitely be coming back sometime.

But before I left, I had to give my husbuns a little dinner date. <3

HIGHLY recommend everyone to visit at some point! It's a very fun little place! And it even has an arcade!

Just mind the mascots. We've seen too many horror games to trust them...

@disaster-husbun - Crystal, Goblin | Empyreum W26, P42

First off, hello hello! Nice to see you as I rolled through! <3

You made such good use of the space and slots provided in a large! It's hard to do effectively without blocking off a good chunk of it, but it looks very nice! Spacious, but in a cozy way!

I loved how you decorated each space inside, though the warm, cozy study was my favorite.

My second favorite though, was the basement. The floral walls leading to the tables was very nice, and the walls would be a beautiful space to gpose if you need a patterned backdrop.

Overall, very beautiful home! I would highly recommend stopping in if you're in the area!

@cadrenebula - Crystal, Goblin | Empyreum W25, P59

Another cute FC hall!

I love the look of the cafe downstairs! It's bright and open while still feeling communal and cozy. I could see myself whiling away the time with a good book and a cup of tea down there.

Very clever with the bookshelf upstairs btw! It's a nice way to make the place cohesive while still giving everyone a little hideaway to their rooms!

Speaking of; both of the rooms are nice! The second room having only the bath is amusing, but I also totally get it. Sometimes you just need a hot bath and no thoughts. xD

I only had time to get to so many today, unfortunately, but I plan on getting the rest of Crystal and Primal done tomorrow!

Thank you all for allowing me into your beautiful homes so far! I can't wait to visit the rest!

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Ethan Landry x Reader childhood bestfriends to lovers?

Hiiii, I didn't know if you wanted smut(I'm so sorry if you did), so I didn't include it, but I have ideas if you want a part 2:)

A Daydream Away - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your best friend expresses his feelings in a cute way.

A/N: This one's fluffy:)

As soon as you and Ethan graduated high school, you felt like time was slipping through your fingers. You’ve been friends since you were kids, and it’s going to be so weird when you both go to different universities in two days. Ethan wanted to spend every single second of free time he had with you, so he made a list. Every day, new things were crossed off. The list was down to almost nothing, which made you a little sad.

“Going to the park and feeding the ducks is the last thing?” you asked, feeling like it was nothing compared to bowling or riding roller coasters, which are things that you’d already done.

“Yeah, it’ll be fun!” he said. You laughed at his enthusiasm.

“Whatever you say,” you said, as you both walked out the front door and walked to his car.

When you made it to the park, you walked over to the little duck pond area. You squealed when you saw the baby ducks trying to keep up with their mom as they swam.

“You think that goose over there is staring me down?” Ethan asked. You looked over to the bird in question and laughed.

“No Eth, she’s just watching you. She’s sitting on her eggs,” you said, as he looked to see the eggs sticking out underneath the goose.

“Well, I think we should get out of here. She’s still making me nervous,” he said, walking in the opposite direction towards a cute little gazebo surrounded by flowers.

Once you sat down on one of the benches inside, he pulled out his list, turning away from you to scribble something on it. You curiously tried to peak around him.

“Hey, no looking,” he said. You rolled your eyes as he slid the list back in his pocket.

“What did you write?” you asked, grabbing for his pocket.

“It’s a secret. But I want to talk to you about something,” he said, looking down at his lap.

“What’s up?” you asked, looking over his nervous expression.

“I’m really going to miss you,” he said, looking up at you.

“I’m going to miss you too,” your soft tone laced with sadness.

“Do you remember what happened here when we were thirteen?” he asked, a small smile playing on his lips.

You thought back to the memory of you wanting to experience your first kiss, because you wanted to get it over with.

“Yeah, I remember. You gave me a pity kiss,” you laughed.

“Pity kiss?” he asked, a questioning look on his face.

“Yeah, because I hadn’t had one yet, and you did. You felt bad for me,” you said as he started to turn red.

“I, uh, might’ve lied about having my first kiss before then,” he said, looking around at the flowers surrounding you.

“You lied to me?” you asked, “I thought I was such a loser because I hadn’t kissed anyone.”

“I thought you knew I was full of shit when I closed my eyes, leaned in, and kissed your nose on accident,” he laughed, looking down towards his feet.

“I thought you were just nervous because you didn't want kiss your best friend,” you said.

“I was nervous, but not because I didn’t want to kiss you,” he said, reaching into his pocket to grab the list.

He handed the piece of paper to you, and your eyes went wide when you saw what he wrote.

“You want to recreate our first kiss?” you asked, a sheepish smile on your face.

“Yeah, but I wanted to tell you how I felt first,” he said, “I’ve had feelings for you since that day.”

You didn’t know what to say. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel the same, but he’s your best friend. Your best friend that’s going to be in a different state in two days.

He recognized your facial expression; the same one you make when you’re deep in thought.

“Um, maybe I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m sorry,” he said, trying to take the list back from you.

“No, wait. Eth, I feel the same. But how could we make something work?” you asked. “Do you want us to be more than friends? Is that worth the risk of us losing each other if we break up?”

Tears were starting to well up. You felt so anxious, but you knew he was perfect for you.

“I think it’d be awful if two people want to be with each other and don’t…You know you mean the world to me, and that won’t change regardless of if we’re together or not,” he said, looking over to you.

You both sat in silence for a few minutes, the sun starting to set in front of you.

“I’m willing to try this if you are,” you said, laying your head on his shoulder.

“Really?” he asked, a huge grin on his face.

“Yeah, but I really think we should finish this list,” you said, leaning your mouth up towards his.

He leaned down to connect your lips, as his hand went to your cheek. His mouth moved with yours as you sat there kissing, only pulling away for short breaks to breathe.

When you finally stopped, you both started laughing. You’d noticed that the sun had completely set, and the only light was the soft glow of dusk.

“I think we should get out of here,” he said, standing up.

He laced his fingers with yours as you walked back to the car.