#sweet moments

[mermaidslabyrinth]

Thank you for tagging me @livmondcole very thoughtful of you

Last song: All I Ever Wanted - Dean Lewis

Last movie: Been too long since I’ve watched a movie. I do want to rewatch the Princess Diaries movies some time.

Book: No books at the moment. I’m in the middle of reading “The Maiden and the Drowning Boy” by emilykaldwen here on tumblr. So, I’ll count that.

TV show: The Wild Thornberrys (A show from my preteens. Bringing back good memories)

Sweet/savoury/spicy: Savoury. Had some pineapple fried rice today…so good.

Relationship status: Single

Last thing I Googled: What are some symbols of Psyche in Greek Mythology (It is for a piece of art I’m in the middle of drawing��I dusted off my art skills for a fic I’m reading)

Looking forward to: Finishing up my OC questionnaire I’ve been working on for a good month. Plus finishing up my fic that I’ve been working on since December (good gravy). The fic spans a week (on day 7 so almost done).

Current obsession: House of the Dragon. But more so people’s OCs. Y’all are so creative. I love hearing little snippets about them. Also my HotD OMC, always.

Anyone can do this. Have fun.

@autumnrose11 thank you for the tag😊

Rules: tag 10 people you want to get to know better!

Last song: Class Clowns by Prime Circle

Last movie: Marrowbone

Book: The Hobbit (gosh, how glad I am to have started the Tolkien re-read!)

TV show: Arcane

Sweet/savoury/spicy: Sweet or savoury depending on the mood

Relationship status: Single

Last thing I Googled: Railway tickets

Looking forward to: Visiting an old friend plus seeing Romeo and Juliet musical, all in one day!

Current obsession: Yep, it's still Succession❤️

Tagging @vhagar-balerion-meraxes @heretherebebookdragons @livmondcole @vipervixxen and everyone who wants to do it😉

[aventurineswife]

Hello! Here again sending in parental requests (for the third time in a row).

My request is about the reader's son along with the characters (Aventurine, Sampo, Childe and Sunday). You know that baby cats climb their owner's legs for food, right? Well something similar would be their baby, climbing their father's leg for fun or whatever. Please take the time to make this request! (Obviously this request was not an impulse, at all...)

-💤🩵 anon

Up! Up!

Tags: Aventurine, Sampo Koski, Sunday, Childe, Fluff, Family Bonding, Parent-Child Interaction, Humor, Cute Moments, Domestic, Protective Dads, Sweet Moments, Playful Child.

A/N: 🤨

The atmosphere in the grand estate was usually one of calculated elegance, but today, it was filled with the soft rustle of small footsteps and a playful giggle that brought a rare warmth to Aventurine’s otherwise stoic demeanor. He stood near the fireplace, his fingers lightly drumming against the back of a chair, as his son’s little hands reached up toward his leg. Aventurine’s gaze softened, though his lips remained curled in their usual, enigmatic smile.

“Are you plotting another one of your schemes, little one?” he murmured, his voice smooth and low, though it was clear he wasn’t exactly scolding. His son’s tiny hands grabbed at his trousers, a gleam of mischief in his wide, curious eyes.

The little one was so much like him—calculating yet innocent in his play. But this was a game Aventurine had never been prepared for. Without thinking, he shifted his weight, carefully bending down to lift his child, allowing the boy to climb up onto his leg, clinging to him as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

His son giggled, a sound that almost made Aventurine’s heart skip a beat. As a parent, he had learned the true meaning of vulnerability—how easy it was to lose control, to gamble away the safety of his own emotions. Yet, in these moments, when his son sought him out for comfort, he was reminded that there were things far more precious than the power he wielded.

“You think this is a game, don’t you?” Aventurine asked softly, though he couldn't suppress the fondness that edged his words. His child gave a small grunt, reaching higher, as if he could conquer the world if only his father would let him.

Aventurine chuckled, the sound unexpectedly light. “You’re a brave one, I’ll give you that,” he murmured, gently lifting his son to sit on his shoulder, the little one now happily swinging his legs, a soft smile curling across his lips.

As the day wore on, Aventurine’s thoughts lingered on the complexity of parenthood. It wasn’t a gamble—no, it was far more precious than that. It was the one thing he couldn’t manipulate, and perhaps that was the most thrilling challenge of all.

Sampo leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed and a playful smirk on his face as he watched his son try to scale his leg like an ambitious climber. His son’s tiny fingers grasped at his trousers, pulling himself up inch by inch, determination shining in his eyes.

"Got yourself a little adventurer, don’t we?" Sampo teased, shifting his weight so that his son could reach higher. The boy giggled, nearly tumbling over in his excitement, before clinging to Sampo’s leg as if it were his personal jungle gym.

Despite the carefree banter, there was a softness in Sampo’s gaze, a brief flicker of something deeper that he didn’t let anyone see. The kid’s antics made the mercenary pause, if only for a moment, and savor the simplicity of the moment. It had been so long since he’d allowed himself such luxury—a break from the games, the scams, and the endless need to stay one step ahead of the world.

“You planning to climb me to the top of the world?” Sampo chuckled, lifting his son up, setting him on his shoulder where the little one immediately started giggling, pulling at his hair like it was some kind of prize.

As Sampo adjusted his son, he realized that he wasn’t just playing for the kid’s amusement. He was playing for himself, too. There was something about this, something that grounded him when everything else was always in flux.

“Alright, kid, let’s see how far this goes,” Sampo said with a grin, lifting his son higher and higher, his carefree laughter mixing with the pure joy of the child’s playful shrieks. If anyone else could see this side of Sampo, they’d never believe it was the same sly merchant who could talk his way into or out of anything.

Sunday had been lost in thought, his gaze distant as he gazed out of the window, contemplating the vastness of the stars. But his son’s tiny hands, reaching up toward him from the ground, brought him back to the present. His child, eager and playful, had decided to scale his leg just as a kitten might do when hungry or curious.

With a soft smile, Sunday knelt down, lifting his son into his arms before settling him on his knee. “Such enthusiasm,” he mused gently, brushing his son’s silver hair out of his eyes. “Are you always so eager to climb?”

His son only giggled, wiggling his way up to Sunday’s shoulder as if trying to imitate the very angels that had inspired him. Sunday chuckled quietly, the weight of the world momentarily forgotten as he adjusted his son with utmost care, his own halo giving off a soft glow as his gaze softened.

“You are full of surprises, aren’t you?” Sunday murmured, his heart warmed by the innocent joy his child radiated. Despite his usually composed demeanor, moments like these revealed a side of Sunday that was both protective and nurturing, a father deeply committed to safeguarding the light of the future.

The playfulness of his child—so different from the burdens he had carried in his own youth—was a reminder of why he fought. To create a world where such innocent joy could flourish, free from the sorrow and suffering he had known all his life.

Childe stood in the center of the living room, his usual fiery energy now channeled into an unexpected joy. His son was clinging to his leg, determined to reach the top. The boy’s tiny hands scraped up against the fabric of Childe’s pants, his face scrunched up with the intensity of the climb.

“Are you trying to challenge me?” Childe asked, a teasing lilt in his voice as he looked down at the tiny figure clinging to him. His son paused for a moment, gazing up at him with such focus that it was clear his little mind was already strategizing the next move.

“Just remember, I’m a trained warrior,” Childe continued, chuckling softly, “You’ve got a long way to go before you can take me down, kid.”

The boy’s response was a burst of giggles, and he grabbed Childe’s pant leg with renewed vigor, a challenge Childe was more than happy to accept. He didn’t let his son struggle too much, lifting him gently and setting him on his shoulders.

“There you go, my little fighter,” Childe said, his voice full of affection as he adjusted his son. “Now, what’s next, huh?”

The boy’s hands grasped at Childe’s hair, tugging playfully, and Childe chuckled, his heart swelling with a love that, despite his rough exterior, was tender and real.

[mermaidslabyrinth]

It is with great honor and excitement that I present my OC, Rhagerys Targaryen (son of Daemon). Alongside his cousin/lover Aemond Targaryen.

This is all thanks to @elcoffin and their wonderful job at bringing my guy to life. I am forever grateful to them. They were so patient and kind in helping me create the picture and how Rhagerys was to look. I will be singing praises about @elcoffin and their wonderful talent for years to come. Because of them, I have a tangible image of my Rhagerys Targaryen. I am beyond appreciative.

Also a special shout out to @dr-aegon. If it wasn't for them I would have never known that @elcoffin's commissions were open. So, in a way you also helped me see my guy come into existence. Forever thanking you!

The power of reblogs is the reason this all happened.

[mintsformich]

Sweet moments with Momma Michonne and her precious baby girl, Judith.

I bet Rick quietly observed many moments such as this between his girls and thought how lucky he was finding Michonne; and in moments like this one, he realized he wanted another child with her.

[beetleisblue]

She’s from way up north, so she pronounces a few things differently. I like to tease her about it. I’m really no better, all country, all twang. She’s doing this thing again where her legs are sitting in my lap. She loves positioning herself that way, so she can hug on my side and kiss my neck easily. We’re going back and forth, pronouncing two vowels just differently enough for playful argument.

“But we’re both saying the same thing!” She yells with a giggle, and against anything else, against the fact that I didn’t even know if shes ticklish, I scribble at her stomach.

It could have only lasted the fraction of a moment, I don’t remember. She lets out a brand new laugh. It’s almost spiky. Invigorating. It’s her. it’s her laugh.

We both fall over from her outburst, landing into a comfortable giggle fit. I am the happiest I’ve been all week. I’m electrified. She looks happy too. All starry eyed and sweet. That is my girl over there, I think.

So no, tickling is definitely not always a kink. Or a fetish. Sometimes it’s just people who hunger for moments like that.

[yuff7e]

Hello, can you write fluff genya x GN reader with reader being affectionate with genya alone and he's pretty much too flustered to admit he likes it and pretends to be annoyed, but he gave in and kiss the reader to shut them up? I hope you have a good day! :)

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓… 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂…

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

hi anon!! what a cute request, i love genya too, so i’d love to write this for you!! he’s the cutest. hope you enjoy this one-shot i made for him :) ఌ︎

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝

genya shinazugawa

the moon hung high in the night sky, casting a gentle glow over the quiet countryside. genya shinazugawa and you had taken a brief respite from the long journey, finding a secluded spot by a small, serene river. the world seemed to have faded away, leaving just the two of you in this peaceful, private moment.

you had always admired genya's strength and determination, but it was in these quiet moments that you truly saw a different side of him. as you both sat on a grassy knoll, you couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for him. his usually stern and serious demeanor was softened by the calm of the night, and you decided it was the perfect time to express your feelings.

you moved closer to him, your hand gently brushing against his. "you know, genya, you're really amazing," you said softly, your voice filled with warmth. "i don't think i say that enough. you work so hard and you always have my back."

genya glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, his face flushing slightly. "stop it," he grumbled, though there was no real heat in his words. "i'm just doing what needs to be done."

you smiled, undeterred by his gruff response. "but i mean it. you're always so brave and strong, and i’m grateful to have you with me. plus, you look really good tonight."

he shifted uncomfortably, clearly flustered. "don’t get all mushy on me," he muttered, trying to hide the redness creeping up his cheeks.

you chuckled softly, finding his embarrassment endearing. you leaned in closer, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "i can’t help it. you’re too important to me, and i love showing you how much you mean to me."

genya’s attempts to act annoyed were increasingly futile as he struggled to maintain his composure. he looked away, his cheeks now a deep crimson. "seriously, stop it. you’re making me uncomfortable."

you laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder. "i just want to make sure you know how special you are to me." genya made a small noise of protest, but it was clear that his resolve was weakening. "i’m not cute." he mumbled, though his voice lacked conviction.

determined to break through his defenses, you playfully nudged him with your shoulder. "come on, admit it. you like it when i’m affectionate."genya’s face turned even redder as he tried to come up with a response. instead of arguing, he sighed and turned to face you, his eyes softening. "alright, alright. fine. just... just stop talking for a second."

before you could respond, genya closed the distance between you, cupping your face in his hands. his lips met yours in a tender, surprisingly soft kiss. it was a gentle but passionate expression of his feelings, and it was clear that he had given in to his emotions.

when he pulled away, his face was still flushed, but he managed a small, shy smile. "happy now?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

you grinned, reaching out to touch his cheek. "yes, very much so. thank you, genya." he looked down, his expression a mix of embarrassment and contentment. "don’t mention it," he replied, though the faint smile on his lips betrayed his true feelings.

as the night grew quieter and the stars twinkled above, you both settled into a comfortable silence, the warmth of the shared kiss lingering between you. genya might have pretended to be annoyed, but it was clear that he cherished the affection you gave him, and you were more than happy to keep showing him just how much he meant to you.

requests : open

[shyjusticewarrior]

[punkpandapatrixk]

Simple romances of Life~

You’re so deserving of a healthy romance☆

Because your heart is so good and the Universe hears it~♥︎

[krazycattgurl]

Phayu and Rain 🩵

[iamnot-crazy]

A Pirates Choice Part 2

Part 1

a/n: I wanted to say I do have plans for this part two to have two options maybe 3. But I really wanted to get this part out now that the recent One Piece episode was released so yes this chapter does contain spoilers for that episode. Anyway please enjoy I did cry while writing this which means that this chapter has to be one of my good ones.

This chapter is not all sad though there are a few sweet moments.

Trafalgar Law x f!reader

TW: This story contains mentions of sexual assault, unwanted pregnancy, and loss.

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Your thoughts swarm as you ponder Law's words while he hovers above you awaiting your response.

“What I want?” your voice cracks as you tear up looking up at your captain.

Law nodded, “I promise we can work out whatever you choose.” He encourages you wiping away the stray tear off your cheek.

You nodded and in that moment Law knew your answer and pulled your head into his chest gripping you tightly.

Law kept his promise and when you finally calmed down the two of you went over options. You decided that you were going to find your new home in Dressrosa. You both figured that it would be far enough removed from the government without the dangers of a lawless island and you could help the country regrow itself.

Law informed Hakugan that they would be temporarily changing course. It would take a bit longer than expected but Law assured to see your safe landing on Dressrosa was worth pausing his expedition to the one piece.

However, your trip was cut short.

The Polar Tang bucked and groaned beneath you as cannonballs slammed into its hull. Chaos reigned on the bridge. Crew members scrambled, faces etched with fear, while Law's voice, sharp and commanding, cut through the din. "Make for the nearest island!"

You stumbled your way onto the bridge, “What is going on?” You shouted over the ruckus.

Law’s eyes darted up to meet yours, a storm of worry and determination reflected in their depths. “Blackbeard,” He gritted out, bracing himself against the lurching vessel.

Adrenaline surged through you as the sub tilted dangerously. Water began seeping in through cracks in the hull. You joined the frantic struggle to cover the cracks. The sub swiftly steered towards the nearest island and the water pouring in slowed as the sub surface.

Everyone dashed to the door to ready their fight on the island. You followed suit, but a strong hand clamped down on your shoulder, halting you in your tracks. Law’s stern gaze met yours. "You're staying here," he growled.

Shock and defiance warred within you. "What?!" you exclaimed, wrenching your shoulder free. "It's Blackbeard!” You paused quickly hiding your fear behind a reassuring smile, “I'm not missing out on the fun." A forced laugh escaped your lips as you tried to mask the fear creeping up your spine. But as you turned your back toward your captain your fear quickly resurfaced and etched itself on your face.

The blinding sunlight forced you to shield your eyes as you stumbled onto the beach, Law's figure a blur behind you. Blackbeard, a monstrous silhouette, soared above on a grotesque, winged beast. Before he could land, Law met him with a barrage of room-based attacks.

Your attention snapped to Jesus, the user of the Strong Strong Fruit. Mountains were yanked from the ground and hurtling towards your allies. With a fierce cry, you coated your sword in Haki and leaped into the air, cleaving the oncoming disaster in half. A triumphant grin spread across your face as you landed, meeting Law's approving gaze. Pregnancy hadn't dulled your edge, it seemed.

Law's orders echoed through the chaos as he dispatched Penguin and Shachi to the sea, and Hakugan to the Polar Tang. Then, the earth convulsed beneath you. Blackbeard's Tremor Tremor Fruit was unleashing its fury. You were pinned to the ground, the world a jarring, chaotic blur. Fear gnawed at you as you struggled to breathe, the full extent of Blackbeard's power a terrifying reality.

Desperation fueled your attempt to rise, your instincts to protect your stomach and child from damage distracted you from the monstrous boulder hurtled towards you. Law's anguished cry was a distant echo as your world shattered. The impact was a cataclysmic force, ripping you from the earth. Your body was a helpless puppet, tossed and turned by an unseen hand. The ground itself seemed to revolt, rising in jagged walls that met you with unforgiving brutality.

Your body finally came to a jarring halt, and the extent of your injuries became painfully clear. The worst was concentrated on your abdomen. The fabric of your shirt was shredded, revealing a gaping wound that stretched across your slightly risen belly. Law’s face contorted in horror as he took in the sight. He knew, with a cold dread, that your child’s fate was grim. You weren't wearing the protective gear the crew usually donned, but one of Law's oversized hoodies. Now, the once comfortable fabric was tattered and useless, fluttering in the wind.

Law’s mind drifted back to the day you’d claimed the hoodie. Exhausted from a day at the helm, he’d retreated to his quarters, only to find you rummaging through his closet. A smirk tugged at his lips as he approached, amused by the sight. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice laced with playful curiosity.

You jumped, startled by his presence. Your face flushed as you stammered out an explanation, a nervous smile playing on your lips. “Ah! Uh, Captain... I thought you’d be out a little longer.”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” Law replied, a playful smirk gracing his lips as he perched on the edge of his bed.

You groaned, turning back to his closet and rummaging through the clothes. "My suits are getting harder to hide this bump, and Shachi's starting to catch on to my suit-borrowing habit," you explained, pulling out a hoodie. You slipped it over your undershirt and turned to your captain for approval.

Law chuckled, “You know if you go out wearing my hoodie, everyone is just going to think that we are in a relationship.” he teased, raising an eyebrow.

You roll your eyes and scrunch your nose at the comment slipping the hoodie off and throwing it into a pile on his bed before turning back to the closet, “As awful as that sounds, it's better than them finding out I’m pregnant.”

Law sighed, grabbed the hoodie, and began folding it neatly. “Why are you so concerned about them finding out?” he asks with a gentle tone.

You paused your search, a thoughtful expression crossing your face “Because then they will see me as weak.” you replied, your voice soft. Resuming your search, you pulled out one of his long coats. A playful smirk spread across your lips as you turned to face him. The coat nearly touched the floor, engulfing you.

Law shook his head in amusement, but his expression turned disapproving. You removed the coat and playfully tossed it at him, covering his face. He pulled the coat off his face, “You are one of the strongest fighters of the crew no one is going to think you are weak even for a second.”

“They will when they find out how it happened.” You spoke coldly gripping the next item tightly.

Law noticed the action and stood up to grab your arm. “Y/n what happened does not make you weak,” he spoke softly in your ear as your back pressed against his chest.

You frowned gently releasing the fabric and placing your hand over his. A sigh escaped your lips as you relaxed into his touch. “The only two people who know about the… event. is you and Ikkaku. And both of you already look at me differently. I don’t think I can handle it when the rest of the crew starts looking at me like that.” You admitted, avoiding his gaze.

Law looks down at you in surprise, “I don’t look at you differently.” he defended. You shook your head, and his frown deepened. He grabbed your shoulders, gently spinning you to face you, “Okay, maybe I do look at you differently, but it’s not because I think you're weak.”

Your gaze met his, and you absorbed his words. “I know that what happened was awful, but it showed that you are much braver than I could ever imagine. You saved those other women, and you protected Ikkaku. I’m worried you’re bottling things up is unhealthy, but I think it shows how much you care about everyone around you.” Law pauses as he looks into your eyes, “If I am looking at you differently it's because you've been amazing me.” a blush crept on his face as he watched your eyes search his face.

Law’s eyes widened in horror as he watched your body convulse on the ground. A low groan escaped your lips as your hand instinctively moved towards your stomach, a look of pure terror etched on your face. His heart pounded in his chest as he lunged towards you, the desperate need to protect both you and your child consuming him.

His path was disrupted when Blackbeard landed on the island, his arrival a jarring interruption. Law's attention was torn between your desperate state and the looming threat. A growl erupted from his throat as he glared at the pirate, his mind racing with a thousand different plans. Blackbeard, sensing an opportunity, swung his fist, forcing Law to defend himself. The pirate’s blow sent him crashing across the beach, his body slamming into the unforgiving sand.

A blood-curdling scream tore from your throat, your focus solely on your injured abdomen. Then, with a feral snarl, your head snapped up, and your eyes locked on the monstrous pirate. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you launched yourself at Blackbeard, your Haki-coated sword a blur. You connected with his chest, the impact sending a thrill of satisfaction through you.

Blackbeard vain throbbed in his forehead as he looked down at you with surprise and irritation as you seemingly disappeared into the next attack. He swung his arm toward you but you easily dodged his attack and appeared beside him slashing at his open side. He hissed as his hand instinctively reached for his injured side, granting you a guttural growl from the pirate.

You took no moment to relish in his anger but allowed another feral scream to roar out of your chest as you dive into another attack. This time the pirate captain stopped you in your tracks by grabbing your throat and lifting you to his eye level. You dropped your sword as you clawed at his massive arm terror and desperation warred within you as you gasped for air.

A twisted smile crept across Blackbeard’s face as he looked down at you, your face soaked in tears and contorted in fear. “Wow, you are a spiteful one!” He sneered but his mockery was cut short by the blue-coated end of Law’s sword pierced through his chest. A look of shock and disbelief flashed across his face as he dropped you to the ground.

Law’s voice echoed through the air as he unleashed his attack, his blade now crackling with yellow electricity. Blackbeard faltered to the ground, his gaze now fixed on the enraged bloodied doctor. With a swift motion, Law pulled up the ground beneath him, transforming it into a deadly threat that spun around him as he launched himself at his opponent.

You groaned in agony, clutching your injured abdomen. You tried to look up towards the fight but were only met with the pitch darkness of Blackbeard's Black vortex. When the darkness that enveloped the battlefield dissipated your eyes quickly searched for your captain.

Law was on the ground covered in blood. His usual snarky demeanor was replaced with one of raw fear as Blackbeard hovered above him tauntingly. Ignoring the pain you pushed yourself off the ground. Your vision blurred, and your legs trembled, but you refused to give in. You raised your sword and shouted for the pirate gaining his attention. He turned to look over at you but laughed seeing your state. “Do you really want to keep fighting me? When you look like that!”

You straightened yourself as you held your sword up confidently, “For my captain. I will do anything. Even die.” You declare, your voice filled with a fierce resolve.

Blackbeard's expression shifted, a flicker of surprise and perhaps even respect crossing his face as his eyes drifted down toward your slightly raised belly. "Y/n... don't," Law coughed, his voice weak but filled with a desperate plea for you to stay out of the fight. Blackbeard smirked, relishing in Law's vulnerability.

But before either of you could react, a shockwave erupted from the Heart Pirates' side. The ground trembled as a monstrous figure emerged - Bepo transformed into a colossal, enraged beast. Twice his normal size, his fur was pure white, and his eyes glowed an ominous red. With a thunderous roar, he charged towards Blackbeard's crew, his voice echoing across the island. "Don't touch my captain!”

"Y/n," Law coughed, his voice barely a whisper. You fell to your knees beside him, taking his hand in yours. "Save yourself," he begged, his eyes filled with a desperation you'd never seen before.

You shook your head, bringing his hand to your lips and pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles. "Thank you, Law," you whispered, tears streaming down your face. "For everything." A bitter smile tugged at your lips. "I'm sorry," you managed to say before pushing yourself to your feet. Bepo was already returning to his normal size, his exhausted breaths a stark contrast to his previous ferocity.

Bepo collapsed to the ground, his knees buckling beneath him. Tears streamed down his face as he looked at his Brother. You rushed to his side, helping him to his feet. "You need to get him away from here," you urged, your voice trembling. Bepo nodded, his determination unwavering.

You turned to face Blackbeard as he pushed himself up from the ground Bepo pounded him into, your heart pounding in your chest as you swallowed a painful lump in your throat "And don't let him see what happens next," you whispered, a single tear escaping your eye as you come to terms with your fate.

Bepo's breath hitched in his chest as he realized the gravity of your words. Fear gripped him, but he couldn't find his voice. "GO NOW!" you screamed, your voice filled with desperation. Bepo nodded, tears streaming down his face. Scooping Law into his arms, he turned and ran towards the sea. You took one last look at the two before shifting your attention back to the pirate crew and jumping into your attack.

"Bepo, please!" Law cried out, his voice filled with anguish as they fled. "I can't leave them! I can't let y/n!" His sobs echoed in the air. Blackbeard's cruel laughter filled the silence as he held your lifeless body aloft. Bepo's heart shattered as he dived into the water, blocking the horrifying sight from Law's view.

Law finally was consumed by the darkness allowing Bepo to take him far away from the island and out of Blackbeard's clutches.

[aventurineswife]

can you do under the mistletoe with the side characters too please? maybe with luke as a platonic parent/son one? ty!!!

All I Want for Christmas is You

Tags: Side Characters x Reader [Diavolo x Reader, Barbatos x Reader, Solomon x Reader, Simeon x Reader, Luke x Reader (PLATONIC‼️), Raphael x Reader, Thirteen x Reader, Mephistopheles x Reader], Romantic, Platonic (Luke!), Christmas, Mistletoe, Kisses and Hugs, Winter Special, Affection, Sweet Moments, Playful Interactions.

Diavolo

You and Diavolo are standing by the grand Christmas tree in the Demon Lord’s castle, both admiring the beautiful decorations. The soft glow of the lights flickers, and a mischievous smile crosses his face as he looks up to see the mistletoe hanging just above you both.

“Ah, it looks like we’ve found ourselves in quite the festive situation,” Diavolo says, his voice warm with amusement. He steps closer, his hands gently cupping your face, his golden eyes sparkling with affection. “I can’t resist the chance to share a kiss beneath the mistletoe, not when it’s with someone as wonderful as you.”

He leans in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, savoring the warmth of the moment. “This is the best part of the holidays, don’t you think? Sharing special moments with you.”

Barbatos

Barbatos, ever so graceful and composed, stands beside you in the lavish dining hall. The room is filled with laughter and the sound of cheerful conversations, but your eyes are drawn to the mistletoe above you both.

Barbatos smiles, the faintest glint of playfulness in his eyes. “It seems we’re at a crossroads, my dear. Mistletoe, after all, does have a magical way of bringing people closer.”

He gently takes your hand, guiding you toward him as he leans in. His lips meet yours in a delicate kiss, soft and tender, as though savoring the moment. “Merry Christmas,” he murmurs after the kiss, brushing a strand of hair from your face with the utmost care. "It would be impossible to celebrate without you by my side."

Solomon

The holiday festivities are in full swing at the Purgatory Hall, and as you wander through the halls, you find Solomon waiting under a sprig of mistletoe with a roguish grin on his face.

"Well, well, it looks like fate has decided to intervene," he teases, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “I’d say it’s practically a sign that we should share a kiss, don’t you agree?”

You laugh, shaking your head at his playful attitude. Solomon steps in, closing the space between you, and plants a soft, teasing kiss on your lips. “Consider that a Christmas gift, my dear apprentice. Who knew your teacher could still surprise you?”

Simeon

Simeon watches you with a fond smile as the two of you walk together through the peaceful garden, where Christmas lights twinkle like stars. His expression softens as he notices the mistletoe above you both.

With a gentle chuckle, Simeon holds your gaze. “I suppose we have no choice, do we?”

He steps closer, cupping your cheek with one hand, his thumb brushing across your skin in the most tender of gestures. He presses a sweet, lingering kiss to your lips, his heart warm with love. “Merry Christmas, My Dove. I hope this season brings you all the joy you deserve.”

Luke

You catch sight of Luke, the little angel, near the mistletoe hanging in the hallway, looking up at it curiously. When his eyes meet yours, his face lights up with an innocent smile.

“Hey, MC! There’s mistletoe above us!” he exclaims excitedly. "That means I have to do something, right?"

You chuckle, squatting down to his level, and he hugs you tightly. “I may not be old (physically and mentally) enough to kiss anyone yet, but I can definitely give you a big hug!”

Luke wraps his small arms around you in a warm, sincere hug. “Merry Christmas, MC! You’re like family to me.”

You smile, giving him a gentle pat on the back. “You’re like family to me too, Luke. Merry Christmas.”

Raphael

Raphael is walking through the halls of the Purgatory Hall, lost in thought, when he notices the mistletoe hanging above you both. His brow furrows slightly, but there’s a softness in his gaze as he looks at you.

“Well, this is a bit unexpected, but I won’t complain.” he says with a rare, shy smile.

You can feel the warmth of his touch as he gently takes your hand, guiding you closer. His lips brush yours in a gentle, tender kiss, his eyes closing for a brief moment as he savors the closeness. “Merry Christmas, MC. You’ve made this season truly special for me.”

Thirteen

Thirteen’s chaotic energy fills the room, and you can hardly keep up with her constant bouncing around. As you walk under the mistletoe, she suddenly stops, eyes gleaming mischievously.

“Well, well, well, looks like the mistletoe has spoken, huh?” she grins widely, all teeth and sparkle. “I guess we should make it official then, shouldn’t we?”

Before you can react, she grabs your face and pulls you into a kiss, her energy infusing the moment with a playful spark. When she pulls away, she winks. “Merry Christmas, MC! You’re the best!”

Mephistopheles

Mephistopheles stands by the fireplace, a glass of wine in hand as he watches you approach. His lips curl into a sly grin when he sees the mistletoe.

“Well, this is quite the festive sight, isn’t it?” he says, his voice smooth like velvet.

You raise an eyebrow, but before you can respond, he’s already closing the distance, his fingers grazing your arm as he leans in. His kiss is slow and deliberate, full of a smoldering intensity that leaves you breathless for a moment. When he pulls away, his grin only deepens.

“Merry Christmas, MC. I’ll be sure to make this a holiday you won’t forget.”

Posting this a month before Christmas 🫣🎄

[mermaidslabyrinth]

Thank you HotD Fandom

I have been writing since I was around 11. All my works would stay in notebooks, on my word document, or printed out on paper and stashed away. I did post my first fic when I was around 13. Then sporadically through the years. The last time I posted any writing of mine was 10 years ago. But I’m trying to open up more with my writing, creative thoughts, by exposing my work little by little. And out of all the fandoms I’ve been in, it was the HotD fandom, the people I found, that made me feel comfortable enough to do so. Also, I’ve never been more proud or had more love for an OC I’ve created before Rhagerys. I’ve commissioned pieces of art of him, something I have never done with an OC before, and I am quite excited for that. 

So my thanks to all the HotD fans that I have had the pleasure of interacting with (following, being mutuals, reblogging their posts through someone I follow). I have had such a wonderful time and do hope to continue to do so.  I decided to write this because who knows what the future will bring. And I wanted people to know just how much they can make an impact.

Many thanks to: 

@emilykaldwen her ask started it all and I will always be grateful for that. for she was the one who helped me step away from the corner and join in with the other creators. It’s a slow process but I am getting there. 

@selfproclaimedunicorn seeing your OC tags on regular posts emboldened me to start doing the same. It’s another, subtle, way for my work to be put out in the universe. Doing so has even helped me flesh my OMC more in the tags of certain posts. 

@happilyhertale for her wonder writing (I will reblog them. They are on my list). And her continued supply of Daemon/Matt posts. They keep me going with writing Daemon scenes.

@ewanmitchellcrumbs for that ask she answered very recently about just going for it with your writing. It inspired me.

@thought--bubble for being such a lovely person. Your writing skills are top notch (your stories are on my list). 

@vhagar-balerion-meraxes you helped me from being a wallflower to slowly coming in and joining along with the rest. You were the first person in the HotD fandom to extend a hand and pull me into the fun. You make beautiful gif sets. You are very sweet. I appreciate that I was able to find your blog. 

@sylasthegrim I know I don’t show it but I am so happy I follow you. You are slowly converting me to a Cregan appreciator. Like I get it. Your stories are so creative (I will read them they are on the list) and you are so open and kind in your inbox. 

@multiverse-of-multifandoms your fantastic gif making. You help me feel comfortable when I’m joining in on the fun. 

@livmondcole you are one of the sweetest ppl I’ve been lucky enough to follow. You show patience and kindness through your words. 

@dr-aegon you are one of the reasons I was able to get a commission of my OMC. I checked your blog one night and you had a reblog of someone who opened up commissions. They are working on it now, I’ve seen the line work and I’m excited, and I have you to thank for it. Besides that you are one of the reasons that I started to really like Aegon. I see how much you care for him and it warmed my heart and the little disaster did as well. 

And even though she is no longer part of the fandom: peachysunrize was such a wonderful person to follow and read her stories and read the asks ppl would send her. 

Honestly all my HotD mutuals. 

Also shout out to the artists, your works are amazing to see. And shout out to the other fic writers, your writing is enjoyed by many people who like reading about their favorite characters. And the gif makers, the creativity and patience you have. The sets I have seen have blown me away. I know all of these are talents that need to be praised more. The work you all bring to the fandom is always such a gift.

[brairpatch]

Here's a fun little thought that popped into my head, Hong-er never got a grave. He was just anouther soldier, just another body burried in a mass grave if at all. Hong-er was never known in life, not truly, he was just a kid on the streets, Hong-er was never mourned, he died just like thousands of other young men did in battle. And maybe that doesn't matter to Hua Cheng since he hates his younger self in a lot of ways, but I wonder how Xie Lian would react when he found out. I like to think Xie Lian would make a little grave for Hong-er, a nice one with his name engraved and flowers planted all around it. And I like to think that seeing that grave for his younger self would heal a part of Hua Cheng that he didn't even know was hurt

[yellowmanula]

Los Banditos

[casia-vae]

"And when we waltzed, every second became an eternity, but our eternity ended in mere seconds.”

[fairyy-fawn]

birth is beautiful.

it gave me the most precious gift a woman could ever receive.