#stay tuned for the next ask~

[keiksy-cake]

Germany's page 4 from the Hetalia Collezione

[Pls remember I am no pro in Jpns, and pls don't get mad at me for smth Hima wrote, not me 😫🙏]

[whollyjoly]

hot in the day, hot in the night, hot as the coal coming to tread, light on your bed, here we go oh, listen whistle roll (baby the, the sun is getting low)

the bucktommy cowboy au nobody asked for part two (part one) (part three)

(song insp.)

[archangeldyke-all]

Are your Sevika requests still open? 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

I have this idea in my head that I can't get out. I'm not a huge fan of the concept of having kids (not for me!) but I can't help but think of Sevika very slowly changing her attitude and priorities around fighting for the cause because she just found out she's gonna be a dad in the future. Her hesitating around something Silco asks or mentions and her being like "I..I got a kid on the way." Cis or trans Sevika, doesn't matter either way

sevika requests are always open :) and this is the cutest thing i've ever heard.

i don't want kids either, but for sevika?? i'd have so many of her kids that the doctors would have to tell me to stop before my body gives out.

men and minors dni

you and sevika don't want kids. it's not in your plan.

sevika's got a dangerous job. it took years of convincing, years of proving to her that you'd be okay without her, that you want her just as she is now, for her to finally give in and make you hers.

and you're perfectly content.

she works horrible hours and comes home beat up more often than not, but you take the time to patch her up each night, and the two of you spend every free second you have together.

she moved you into her place on your fourth date, and you've been happily living together ever since.

and two years ago, when she shyly shoved a tiny box in your hands and nervously looked away as you opened it, mumbling under her breath a question you could barely make out ('i was wonderin' if you'd like to maybe spend forever with me?') you said yes, with no hesitation.

you guys didn't get married. weddings in zaun are incredibly rare, saved only for the wealthiest, and getting a marriage certificate from piltover for two zaunite women is nearly impossible. but, you had a little ceremony in the last drop (which was really just an excuse to throw a rager) to commemorate your eternal love for one another.

and since then, you've been perfectly happy with your little life.

but, accidents happen.

accidents like sevika swearing she'll pull out, begging to feel you without the condom, then cumming the second she pushes inside of you, whimpering and apologizing and cursing your hot, wet cunt.

accidents like you sleeping through the alarm for your pill.

accidents like sevika forgetting to grab a plan b on the way home, too busy fiddling with the tooth some goon knocked loose in her jaw to remember.

and, usually, these accidents lead to nothing happening. so you and sevika assume it's safe to keep letting them happen.

but then, your period's a week late.

and then two.

and then you take a pregnancy test, and it comes out positive.

and then you take three more, and they're all positive too.

you're paralyzed with shock and fear. you spend the entire day sitting in the bathroom, staring at the positive tests on the counter, crying and laughing, then crying again.

the thing is, you're not opposed to having kids. and now that you know you'll have one in nine months or so, you're fucking elated. but you know sevika doesn't feel the same. and the thought of losing her because of the cells growing inside of you, the thought of having to choose between sevika and the tiny little fucker you're already in love with-- it kills you.

sevika comes home to find you having a panic on the bathroom floor.

"babe, you'll never guess what silco did toda-- what the fuck!?" she exclaims, immediately dropping to her knees and gathering you up in her arms. "baby-- what's wrong? are you hurt?" she asks, grabbing your face in her hands and forcing you to look at her, her eyes flying over your body, checking for injuries. you just cry more, already mourning the loss of her touch that you've grown so used to.

"i-i-i'm sorry." you cry out. sevika blinks at you.

"for what?!" she asks. "baby, you're freaking me out, what's going on?" she asks, panic in her eyes.

you take a shaky breath then reach up to grab one of the tests on the counter behind you, sobbing as you bring it down to hold against your chest.

"i'm sorry, sev, i c-can't-- i don't think i can--"

"what's that?" she asks, gently reaching for your wrist to pull your hand away from your chest.

you gulp and bite your lip as you open your hand, letting her get a good look at the test.

the confusion on her face melts. a stoic look takes its place as she blinks down at the little plus sign on the little plastic test.

you look away from her face, too heartbroken to watch her process the news. tears stream down your face as sevika's hold on your wrist goes shaky, and you prepare yourself for her to pull away.

only, she doesn't.

if you had looked, you'd see the hesitant little smile pulling at the corner of her lips. if you had looked, you'd see the way she gulps like she always does when she's surprised, the tears welling up in her eyes, the way she took a silent gasp as she blinks down at the test in your hands.

you're shocked when she pulls you toward her chest, hugging you tight against her body.

"sev-- don't." you whimper. she blinks down at you.

"what-- whaddya mean 'don't'?" she asks. you take a shaky breath.

"if you're gonna leave just leave-- i can't-- you can't be nice to me, it'll kill me." you say.

sevika's heart breaks.

she's never wanted kids. and you're fine with that.

but the second she saw the test, something happened inside of her, something swirling and giddy and nervous. something kinda like how she feels for you, but a little different. a little deeper, a little less hot and a little more familiar.

everything else in her world fades away. the stories she's been dying to tell you all day, the fire in her heart for zaun, the sounds of drunkards stumbling by your apartment, it all goes silent. it's just you and her, and in that moment, sevika realizes that maybe a kid wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. especially not with you.

sevika kisses your forehead, tears welling up in her eyes at the sound of your muffled sobs.

"i'm not leaving you baby, don't be ridiclious." she says. you cry aloud at her words, wrapping your arms around her back and clawing at her shoulders, trying to pull her impossibly closer to you.

"don't say that." you whisper, shakily.

"i'm not just sayin' it. i mean it. we promised each other through thick and thin, right?" she asks. you nod against her.

"but you don't--"

"i don't care." she says. "i'm a fucking idiot, you know that." she says. you let out a shaky laugh. "i'm not leaving." she says again.

in your first trimester, sevika's still a little hesitant-- still a little distant.

she's not sure how to handle all the emotions in her body, all the love and anxiety swirling up at all times. she puts her energy into making you comfortable, holding you when morning sickness takes hold, stocking up on prenatal vitamins and your favorite snacks, pampering you even more than usual.

this, she can handle. she loves taking care of you, she loves babying you, and with all the anxiety in her mind surrounding the baby, caring for you helps her quell it.

she doesn't talk about the baby much. she's still too nervous to talk about it.

but in your second trimester, you start showing. no longer just a little extra fat on your stomach, your baby's actually visible now. your shirts start riding up your abdomen, a little swell peaking out every time you stretch or move, and she can no longer ignore it-- there's a baby in your belly. and it's hers. and it'll be here soon.

you wake up many nights with gas or aches, and find sevika already awake, a furrow in her brow and her lip between her teeth as she gnaws on it. you ask her what she's thinking about, and she just curls around your body and kisses you back to sleep.

sometimes, you wake up to her hand hesitantly rubbing your belly, like she's scared to touch you. you just rest your hand on top of hers, interlacing your fingers and keeping her hand on your stomach while you both fall back asleep.

if she was better with words, if she had the words to express herself, sevika would tell you that she's scared. she hasn't even met the little fucker yet, and she already loves it more than anything else in her life. it terrifies her, for all the same reasons you do. she has a dangerous job, and second in command to a revolution isn't a suitable job title for a new mom.

sevika knows what it's like to grow up without a parent.

sevika knows what it's like to grow up with a jaded parent, too, someone who's closed their heart off to the world to avoid being hurt, and in turn can no longer love. and she doesn't want to do that to your baby. she doesn't want to do that to you either.

and at work, when she gets in scuffles, or gets a knife drawn on her, or gets shot at, it takes her twice as long to catch her breath.

since meeting you, she's always seen your face flash before her eyes when she dodges a fatal hit. and now, it's ten times worse.

sevika was never scared to die before she met you. and then, seemingly overnight, she became horrified of dying-- scared of what her dying would do to you. she can barely stand seeing you suffer from a headache, the thought of leaving you behind, the thought of breaking your heart like that-- it nearly kills her.

and now she's got a kid to think of too.

so, one late night, sevika approaches silco with a grimace on her face and a case of fancy imported cigars in her hands.

he knows something's up. he's known for months. but he lets her stutter out an explanation as she pushes the case across his desk.

"i-- i think you need to find a new number two." she mumbles. he raises an eyebrow at her.

"second thoughts about the cause?" he asks, flipping open the lid of the case and grinning at the quality.

"no, never." she spits out. silco chuckles and holds a hand up, reassuring her that he was only teasing.

"it's your wife?" he asks. sevika blushes at the word 'wife' like she always does, then looks away.

"no. she's tough, she'd be fine without me." she says fondly. "i..." she gulps then takes a deep breath. "we've got a kid on the way, silco." she whispers.

he freezes, his jaw dropping in shock. sevika never calls him silco, no matter how many times he insists she does. she's serious.

"i didn't take you for the mothering type." he says. she chuckles.

"no, neither did i." she says with a shrug. "but... i'm not mad about it." she says. "i'm... actually really excited." she whispers.

silco laughs, then rises from his seat, rounding his desk to shake sevika's hand. it's the closest to a hug the two of them will ever get.

"you'll be an amazing mother." he says sincerely. she has to blink back tears at his words. "come, let's smoke to celebrate." he says, waving her over to his desk.

the two of them spend the night negotiating a new position in silco's crew for her. she'll stay on as his consultant and strategist, and take on more responsibilities at the legally run bar and club downstairs, but he'll be finding somebody else to take on the more dangerous and criminal aspects of her job.

sevika doesn't tell you for a few weeks, until the change is complete.

she stops coming home with bruises and scrapes. she starts being lot more openly lovey dovey, no longer waiting for the dark of night to place a hand on your stomach, praising you at any chance she can get, even buying parenting books and beginning the 'babyproofing' process.

you don't ask her what's up, knowing she'll tell you in time.

and one day, you get home from work to a home cooked meal and candles on the dinner table.

sevika grins at the sight of you. you fawn at the way she walks you to the table, pulling the chair out for you, pressing kisses to your head and shoulders.

"what's going on?" you ask, giggling as she sits beside you. (she never sits across from you, she can't touch you from the opposite end of the table.)

"i'm in love with you." she says. you laugh.

"we've been married for two years sev, you better be." you say. she laughs, and kisses you again.

"i've never been more excited for my future in my entire life." she says quietly against your lips. tears well up in your eyes as you grab her hand. "we're having a baby." she says reverently, like it's the first time she's finally processing it. you don't tease her for it, you just squeeze her hand in yours and kiss up the tears that race down her cheeks.

"we are."

"and it's gonna be here in three months." she says, a beaming smile on her lips. you smile right back and nod.

"it is."

"i... i want to be the best mother i can be for the little fucker." she whispers, staring down at your stomach. "i want to be the best wife i can be for you." she adds on, her eyes flicking back up to you.

you nod at her, still unsure of where she's going with her conversation.

"and i can't do that if i'm dead." she says. you blink and nod and she sighs. "i talked with silco. we got a new arrangement for me at work." she explains. "just paperwork from here on out." she says. "i'm gonna get all lazy and weak sittin' behind a desk but..." she shrugs. "it's worth it for you two." she says.

you abandon dinner to fuck sevika on the dining room table.

(it's not a big deal though, sevika's never been a good cook, and she tried her best, but the food that grows cold on the table was already burnt and unevenly cooked and so over-seasoned it was basically just a pan of garlic powder.)

silco, surprisingly, is incredibly invested in the little fucker. sevika comes home once or twice a week with a new onsie or toy for the baby, gifted to her by your kid's self-appointed god-father.

by your third trimester, sevika's more excited than you are for the baby to come into the world, which is a hard feat, because you're constantly achy and sore and peeing and bloated and uncomfortable and cursing sev for ever putting her hands on you in the first place. she takes all your complaints in stride, endlessly spoiling you, constantly massaging your feet and tits and shoulders, pressing kisses against all your hormonal acne and strange patches of hair, accompanying you to the bathroom the fifty times you have to go a day.

and when your daughter finally arrives, sevika cries like a baby the first time she holds her.

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[mostly-natm]

3C for the doodle ask game?

So…normally?

Game!

[twistiraki]

🎀 Torn between two loves 🎀

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You stood on the bustling set of the latest film starring Neige LeBlanche, your boyfriend. The air buzzed with excitement as the crew scurried about, setting up for the next scene. Neige, with his usual radiant smile, was chatting with the director. His presence was like a warm hug to everyone around, including you.

But today, your eyes weren't on Neige. Instead, they were drawn to Vil Schoenheit,who played the antagonist. He stood across the set, commanding attention even in his stillness. His beauty was otherworldly, a contrast to Neige's innocent charm.

You had always admired Vil from afar, but being on set with him was a different experience altogether. The allure was magnetic, and you couldn't shake the feeling of being pulled toward him.

As if sensing your gaze, Vil turned his head, his piercing eyes meeting yours. A shiver ran down your spine. He arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, and before you knew it, your feet were moving towards him.

"Y/N, right?" His voice was smooth, like silk.

You nodded, feeling your heart race. "Yes. Vil, it's nice to meet you."

"The pleasure is mine," he replied, his lips curving into a slight, knowing smile. "I've seen you around with Neige. How are you enjoying the set?"

"It's amazing," you said, trying to steady your voice. "Everyone is so talented. Including you, of course."

Vil's smile widened. "Thank you. But I sense there's something on your mind. Care to share?"

You hesitated. It felt wrong to open up to him, yet there was an honesty in his gaze that made you feel safe. "It's... complicated. Neige is wonderful, but sometimes I feel lost. He has so many fans, and I can't help but feel like I'm just another face in the crowd."

Vil's eyes softened with understanding. "Ah, the burden of loving someone adored by the masses. It must be difficult to find your place."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. "I want to be the only one for him, but it feels impossible. He's always so busy, so surrounded by admirers. I feel invisible."

Vil reached out, gently cupping your chin, forcing you to look at him. "You are far from invisible, Y/N. You are unique, and anyone who can't see that is a fool."

His touch sent a jolt of electricity through you. "How do you deal with it? All the attention?"

He let out a soft laugh. "It's part of the job. But it doesn't define me. What matters is how I see myself and the relationships I value. Perhaps Neige needs a reminder of that."

You sighed. "I don't know if he ever will. He’s so kind, but sometimes I feel like he’s kind to everyone in the same way he is to me."

Vil's gaze intensified. "Then perhaps you need to show him what he stands to lose. Remind him that you are not just another fan, but someone irreplaceable."

You felt a surge of determination. "You're right. I need to stand out, not blend in."

Vil's hand lingered on your chin for a moment longer before he let go. "Good. And if you ever need someone to remind you of your worth, you know where to find me."

Your heart swelled with a mix of emotions. Gratitude, longing, and something else you couldn't quite place. "Thank you, Vil. You've helped more than you know."

He nodded, his expression softening. "Anytime, Y/N. Now, go and be the star you were meant to be."

As you walked away, your mind buzzed with possibilities. Neige might have been your first love, but Vil had ignited something within you—a strength, a desire to be seen. It was time to step out of the shadows and claim your place in the light.

And maybe, just maybe, that light would lead you back to Vil.

The next weekend, you planned a special date with Neige on Sage's Island. You hoped the peaceful surroundings would offer a rare moment of privacy for you and Neige.

You wore a dress you knew Neige loved, your heart fluttering with anticipation. As you walked hand in hand through the quaint streets, the two of you were like any other couple, lost in your own world.

Neige, ever the gentleman, was attentive, pointing out interesting sights and sharing stories that made you laugh. For a while, everything felt perfect.

But perfection is fleeting.

A group of fans spotted Neige, their excited squeals breaking the piece. They swarmed around him, their adoration palpable. Neige, being his usual kind-hearted self, didn't have the heart to turn them away. He smiled, signed autographs, and posed for photos, his eyes lighting up with every fan interaction.

You stood to the side, watching as Neige's attention was pulled away from you. The sting of being overlooked crept in, a familiar ache. The fans' faces blurred as tears welled up in your eyes.

Trying to stay composed, you mumbled, "Neige, I'll be right back."

But he didn't hear you. His focus was entirely on the fans. You turned away, your steps quickening as you fled the scene. The tears you had been holding back finally spilled over, and you found yourself running, not knowing where to go.

Your feet led you to the edge of the island, near a secluded path that led to Night Raven College. You stopped, leaning against a tree, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Y/N?"

The voice was unmistakable. You looked up to see Vil standing a few feet away, concern etched on his face. His presence was both a surprise and a comfort.

"Vil..." you whispered, your voice breaking.

He closed the distance between you in a few strides. "What happened?"

You shook your head, wiping at your tears. "It's... Neige. The fans... He gives them so much attention, and I just... I feel invisible."

Vil's expression hardened for a moment before softening again. He reached out, his hand gently brushing a tear from your cheek. "You deserve better than to feel like this, Y/N. You deserve to be cherished."

You looked into his eyes, the sincerity in his gaze breaking through your pain. "I tried to impress him, to stand out. But it feels like I'll never be enough."

Vil's hand moved to cup your face, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your skin. "You are more than enough. Neige's inability to see that is his failure, not yours."

His touch was warm, grounding you. "Vil, I don't know what to do. I love him, but it hurts so much."

He leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "Sometimes, the person we love isn't the one who can give us what we need. Sometimes, we need to find the strength to seek out our own happiness."

Your breath hitched, his words resonating deep within you. "And what if I can't find it?"

Vil's lips curled into a gentle smile. "You already have. It's in the way you stand up for yourself, the way you seek more than just surface-level affection. You deserve someone who sees you, truly sees you."

The air between you crackled with unspoken emotions. "Vil... why are you being so kind to me?"

"Because you deserve it, Y/N," he said softly. "And maybe, just maybe, because I see something special in you."

For a moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you standing there, your hearts beating in sync. You leaned into his touch, finding solace in his presence.

"Thank you, Vil," you whispered. "For everything."

He nodded, his thumb continuing its soothing motion on your cheek. "Remember, you don't have to go through this alone. I'm here, whenever you need me."

You closed your eyes, letting his words wash over you. In that moment, you realized that while Neige might hold a piece of your heart, Vil was offering you something more profound—understanding, support, and a glimpse of what true affection could feel like.

As you opened your eyes and met Vil's gaze, you felt a spark of hope. Perhaps this twist of fate was leading you to something beautiful, something meant just for you.

The silence between you and Vil stretched, filled with unspoken words and emotions. You leaned into his touch, your heart beating a little faster. Just as you were about to speak, you heard hurried footsteps approaching.

"Y/N! There you are!" Neige's voice was filled with relief as he ran up to you. He stopped short when he saw Vil's hand on your face, his expression flickering with confusion and concern.

You quickly stepped back, wiping the remaining tears from your face. "Neige..."

Vil's hand dropped to his side, his expression turning neutral as he faced Neige. "She needed some space," Vil explained calmly.

Neige looked between the two of you, a hint of jealousy flashing in his eyes. "I was worried. The fans... I didn't realize you left."

You sighed, forcing a small smile. "I just needed a moment. It's okay, Neige."

Neige reached out, taking your hands in his. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to make you feel left out."

"It's fine," you said softly, but your mind was already spinning with a plan. You needed Neige to see you, to prioritize you. And maybe, just maybe, you could use the spark of jealousy you saw in his eyes to your advantage.

As you walked back towards the set with Neige, an idea began to form. If Neige saw you with Vil more often, maybe he would realize what he stood to lose. You glanced back at Vil, who was watching you with a knowing look. He had no idea what you were planning, and you intended to keep it that way.

Over the next few weeks, you subtly began to put your plan into action. Whenever Neige was around, you made sure to be seen with Vil. You laughed a little louder at his jokes, stood a little closer, and even touched his arm in a way that felt almost intimate.

Vil, for his part, seemed to enjoy your company, though he occasionally gave you questioning looks. Neige's reactions were immediate—his brows would furrow, and his attention would snap to you, a flicker of jealousy in his eyes.

One evening, at a wrap party for the film, you took it a step further. The venue was beautifully decorated, the atmosphere lively. Neige was surrounded by fans and colleagues, his attention divided as usual.

You spotted Vil by the bar and made your way over. He smiled as you approached. "Y/N, enjoying the party?"

You nodded, standing close enough that your arm brushed against his. "I am. But I could use some company."

Vil's eyes sparkled with amusement. "I'm always happy to oblige."

You laughed, leaning in a little closer. "You know, Vil, you're really good at making people feel special."

Before Vil could respond, his expression shifted, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Y/N, what are you doing?"

You blinked, taken aback. "What do you mean?"

He leaned in, his voice low and intense. "I see what you're trying to do. You're using me to make Neige jealous."

You felt a pang of guilt, your plan suddenly feeling childish and cruel. "Vil, I..."

He held up a hand, silencing you. "You need to understand something. Toying with the feelings of two men isn't fair to either of us. You may not realize it, but you're hurting me too."

Your eyes widened, realization dawning on you. "Vil, I didn't mean to... I just wanted Neige to see me."

Vil sighed, his expression softening. "I understand that. But there are better ways to go about it. You deserve someone who sees you without needing to be prodded or manipulated."

Tears welled up in your eyes. "I'm sorry, Vil. I never meant to hurt you."

He reached out, gently wiping a tear from your cheek. "I know, Y/N. But you need to figure out what you really want."

You looked into his eyes, seeing the depth of his feelings for you. "Vil, I..."

He took your hand, leading you away from the crowded venue. "Come with me. Let's find somewhere quiet to talk."

The secluded garden was peaceful, the soft glow of lanterns casting a warm light around you and Vil. Sitting beside him on a bench, you felt a sense of comfort you hadn't experienced in a long time.

"Y/N, do you have feelings for Neige because you love him, or because you want him to love you?" Vil's question hung in the air, heavy with meaning.

You took a deep breath, considering his words. "I thought I loved him. But now, I'm not so sure. I just wanted to feel important to him."

Vil nodded, his gaze never leaving yours. "And what about me? What do you feel when you're with me?"

You looked down, your heart pounding. "I feel... seen. Appreciated. Like I matter."

Vil gently lifted your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Y/N, you do matter. And not just to Neige. You matter to me."

His words sent a jolt through your heart. "Vil, I... I didn't realize..."

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin. "Y/N, I've felt something for you from the moment we met. But I never wanted to come between you and Neige. I wanted you to be happy, even if it wasn't with me."

Tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time they were tears of understanding, of clarity. "Vil, I never knew. I was so focused on trying to get Neige's attention that I didn't see what was right in front of me."

He cupped your face in his hands, his touch gentle and reassuring. "It's not too late, Y/N. You deserve to be with someone who sees you, who values you for who you are."

You leaned into his touch, your heart feeling lighter than it had in weeks. "Vil, I think... I think I've been falling for you too."

Without thinking, you closed the distance between you, tilting your head up to kiss him. But just as your lips were about to meet, Vil gently pulled back, his eyes filled with regret.

"Y/N, we can't. Not while you're still with Neige," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Your heart sank, but before you could respond, you heard a gasp. You turned to see Neige standing a few feet away, his eyes wide with hurt and confusion. From where he stood, it looked as if you and Vil had kissed.

"Y/N, what... what's going on?" Neige's voice trembled, his innocent eyes filled with betrayal.

You stood up, reaching out to him. "Neige, it's not what it looks like. We didn't—"

But Neige cut you off, his voice rising. "I saw what I saw! How could you, Y/N? I thought you loved me."

Vil interrupted, his tone firm. "It looked like nothing, Neige. You're jumping to conclusions. Y/N was just upset. We were talking."

Neige's eyes flicked to Vil, his expression turning from hurt to anger. "Talking? It looked like more than talking to me."

You stepped between them, trying to diffuse the tension. "Neige, please, let me explain."

But Neige's expression was pained. "I can't believe this, Y/N. I thought... I thought we had something special."

Vil stepped forward, his voice tinged with irritation. "Maybe you should have paid more attention to her, then. She's been feeling neglected."

Neige's confusion turned to anger. "Neglected? Y/N, is that true?"

You hesitated, feeling the weight of their stares.

"Neige, listen," you pleaded, tears streaming down your face. "I was trying to get your attention. I felt so invisible, and Vil was just trying to help me see my worth."

Neige's eyes softened for a moment, but the hurt quickly returned. "Y/N, you should have come to me. We could have talked about it."

"I tried, Neige," you said, your voice breaking. "But you were always so busy, so surrounded by everyone else. I didn't know how to reach you."

Vil continued, his voice cutting through the air. "Yes, Neige! While you were busy with your fans, Y/N was feeling alone and unimportant."

Neige's fists clenched, his voice rising. "And you! Trying to steal her away when she's vulnerable!"

Vil's patience wore thin. "I'm not stealing her, Neige. I'm showing her she deserves better than what you've been giving her!"

Neige's anger boiled over. "And what about you, Vil? Always lurking around, waiting for your chance!"

Vil's eyes flashed with anger. "At least I'm honest about my feelings! Unlike you, who can't see what's right in front of you!"

The tension crackled between them, each word fueled by hurt and frustration. You felt torn, trapped between their heated argument.

"Stop it, both of you!" you finally cried out, your voice trembling.

But they ignored you, too consumed by their own emotions.

"I love her, Vil. I would do anything for her," Neige declared, his voice desperate.

Vil's expression softened, but his tone remained firm. "Then start showing it, Neige. Before it's too late."

Neige's eyes narrowed. "And you, Vil? Always playing the charming prince, but deep down, you're just selfish!" You've been waiting for your chance to steal her away!"

Vil's jaw clenched, his voice low. "Selfish? You, who can't see past your own ego, accusing me of selfishness?"  "I'm not stealing anyone. But maybe if you had paid more attention to her, she wouldn't be considering other options!"

Neige stepped closer, his fists trembling with rage. "You think you're better than me, Vil? You're just as flawed!"

Vil's eyes blazed. "At least I don't pretend to be something I'm not! You're so blinded by your own pride, you can't see how you've hurt her!"

Neige's face reddened with fury. "And what about you? Taking advantage of her vulnerability!"

Vil's restraint snapped. "You have no idea what you're talking about, Neige! I've been nothing but respectful to her!"

Neige took a threatening step forward. "Respectful? You're just waiting to be alone with Y/n, so you can swoop in!"

Vil's fists clenched, his voice low and dangerous. "I'd never hurt her like you have. You don't deserve her."

The air crackled with tension, each man on the verge of exploding. You felt the weight of their anger, their words cutting deep.

But then, realization seemed to dawn on both of them. They were on the brink of a physical confrontation, but this wasn't the time or the place.

Breathing heavily, Vil and Neige stared at each other, their chests rising and falling with pent-up emotion.

Finally, Vil spoke, his voice strained. "This isn't over, Neige. But not here."

Neige nodded, his anger subsiding slightly. "You're right. This isn't the place."

"I... I need some time," you whispered, feeling torn between the two.

Vil and Neige exchanged furious glances, both filled with uncertainty and desperation.

"Take all the time you need, Y/N," Vil said, his voice heavy with emotion.

Neige nodded, his expression filled with regret. "I'll be here when you're ready, Y/N. Just know that I love you."

As they turned away from each other, you were left standing in the middle, you couldn't shake the feeling of being torn between two loves, unsure of which path to choose. The stars twinkled overhead, offering no answers, leaving you to grapple with your heart's conflicting desires.

[samandcolbyownme]

I really love how you write Jake. I think it’s super true to who he is. I couldn’t stop smiling reading them because they were so Jake coded. This is probably a weird request but I think Jake has really attractive hands even with the cig fingers. Just imagine you guys are hanging out and you get distracted by his hands his fingers what they do to you Jake notices and is a cocky little shit teasing you and stuff. Then smut where he finger fucks you. Lol probably a super weird request.

I HAVE to do this one because I am a hand girl. I LOVE men (and women) who have REALLY nice hands. So I TOTALLY understand and this is NOT a weird request at all!

I also try to picture them (Jake, Sam, Colby) saying what I have them saying and I try to keep them as real as possible if that makes sense.

Thank you for sending it to me! With that being said, stay tuned yall! 🖤👀

[dollya-robinprotector]

I have many thoughts about the Sydney nymph art, might write an extremely long theory and send it but who knows :)

This is but a mere introduction. I'm in awe after reading all your deductions, Anon.

[playing-with-dax]

Dax is so cute, I want to peg him :3

Aww, you made him blush 😊

click here to see it happen

[rudnitskaia]

Part 2/3, number 15 from that question list, asked by @ahhhh-118!

Thank you so much for your interest and for the opportunity to develop such interesting topics, it's such a pleasure to work on these asks! ✨💖✨

[bubbleteasing]

Did Sans notice how reader switched up real fast? like how she booked it outta there do you think he noticed that she got like idk if I'd say uncomfortable but like after he shared the stuff with Tori do you think Sans knew he sorta fucked up right then n there?

He chalked it up to MC needing to catch a train (despite her telling him she had like two hours), but it's not like he was too present at the moment. He was sort of spiraling with bad thoughts, so he didn't really pay enough attention to her to see that something was wrong.

[tristansarchive]

It's the way you move I knew I would stay with you After just one touch The way you move has got me stuck Stuck

[ask-twisted-samurai]

There he was, in the kingdom of Khura'in. The flight there had been plenty stressful, and Simon had found himself grateful for his experience in the fields of lack of sleep, because he hadn't managed to doze off for a single second yet still had a job to do - a bloody important one, at that.

Only close friends and the Chief Prosecutor had been notified of his travel, although he hadn't gone into depth as to what he intended to do, in fear that the simple knowledge of such thing would drag them under into a most cruel fate. Alone, the cold breeze of the mountains felt near freezing, but paled in comparison to the nights he'd spent in a dark jail cell, wondering if he would even be able to wake up tomorrow or if the countdown would come to an abrupt end then and there, bringing death to claim him before journey's end.

However, he took note how the image of the looming castle from afar felt more like a cage, and wondered if the people around town carried the same sentiment as he once did. They may walk wherever they please, chat to their heart's content, and give beautiful displays of vibrant colors and lively celebrations, but was it truly freedom? Who's to say they don't feel just as trapped, with only a spark of hope to keep them just warm enough not to drop dead?

What of the people in the castle itself? The thought of those tall, elegant walls and pillars being mere illusion to hide the gruesome reality he's once faced made him sick to his stomach; despite the royal status being praised with gold and shiny jewels, a prison will serve the same purpose always. These folks just knew how to put on a smile elegant enough to make it seem any different.

He imagines the cold seeps into their bones with unmatched cruelty, to the point where any warmth sizzles out and it all becomes a waiting game, with every day spent with the privilege to breathe threatening to be the last - a freeze that Simon was determined to melt away. He knew the true fire would have to come from within, but if he could make as much as a spark, prove that there's a way to ignite and fight against it, then he could be put out knowing that the people's will would continue to burn in his place, and the land will see the cold no more.

Taka's tracker signaled closer and closer with every step, calling his name in what would be his first trial in this long mission. He knew he wouldn't back down from the fight, no matter what 'she' threw his way, for he could hear the cracking of the ice coating those relying on him and yearned to have it give way, see them fight alongside him in a blaze of power until victory washes over them like a calm breeze, brushing their skin as if to soothe their wounds.

A wildfire has never sounded so glorious.

[loulooser]

Can I start liking people that don’t turn out to be horrible people or just outright the wrong people

[shi0n]

life is so hard for a wimp like me who was born into a family of warriors plagued by blood feuds

[sendpseuds]

I wonder if Obi-Wan will mention the sleeping in his bed again?

Making Anakin blush is one of Obi-Wan's favorite pastimes, there is no way he misses this particular opportunity.

[saglaophonos]

hey i saw a post of yours going around about 1941 in S3? Is this like a fandom headcanon, is this just yours, do you actually think it’s going to happen? i am fascinated by it

i prefer to call s3 1941 a conspiracy theory rather than a headcanon. i don’t think neil has plans to go back to 1941 but it works so perfectly for the story to go back so i’m hoping he steals the idea and writes it into s3. he can claim he always was gonna do it even i don’t care as long as it happens. i have a few posts explaining it but you can also read my 1941 cold open proof of concept from august too lol