#the man himself here we gooooo

[kommandonuovidiavoli]

Sending you this Fizz to tell you, you are enough and you’re the best! Love your KND Adult AU anyway! (Pretty have curiosity with the other villains)

This is honestly the randomest but most heart-felt encouragement I've ever received, so thank you kind person, have a teen au Fizz (he’s a bit more relevant there anyway)!

Still doing my best but can't draw villains sigh...

[wherethefireliliesgrow]

Already Yours (Part 1)

Yoo Jimin (Karina) x Reader

GENRE: angst, fluff, arranged marriage

TYPE: Two Shot

Inspired by: urs-NIKI

A/N: i received several arranged marriage request for the past two years, but it felt too different to what i usually wrote. since it's the start of a new year and the best time to try something new...here you gooooo! a special thank you to @neoplatinum! i re-read several of her works to gain some inspiration for this one. highly recommend everyone checking out her posts :)

The heavy doors swung open, slamming against the wall with a resounding crash that echoed through the room. A tall, willowy figure dressed in a professional tan suit strode toward you, the sharp click of her heels punctuating the silence as she crossed the pristine marble floors. Behind her, two broad-shouldered bodyguards trailed in silence, their faces impassive. In contrast, her long black hair flowed behind her, each step full of purpose and anger. Scratch that. Lady Jimin was seething, her usually soft features now hard with barely contained anger.

“What is this, father?” Jimin addressed the old duke beside you, completely ignoring your presence.

Duke Yoo coughed, a nervous, helpless sound that filled the room. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he fidgeted, clearly at a loss for words.

Before he could find his voice, his son stepped forward, his demeanor calm and predatory.

“Pleasant surprise seeing you here, Jimin.” Heesung’s smile was too smooth, his voice disgustingly sweet.

“Not much of a surprise, since this is the signing of my marriage certificate.” Jimin snapped, her eyes burning with a fire so intense it felt like she could burn the entire Y/LN enterprise building to the ground.

Your father, ever the one to involve himself in drama, couldn’t resist. “Ah, Lady Jimin. It's nice to finally meet my my future daughter-in-law.”

He moved toward her, arms wide, offering a false sense of warmth.

“There’s no way I’m getting tangled in your slimy business ventures, Y/LN.” Jimin spat, laced with pure contempt.

The room fell silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. The Duke shot a quick, nervous glance at your father’s impassive expression, sweat dripping down his chin now.

“I’m so sorry, Y/LN-nim.” The Duke hurriedly walked over to your father’s side.

“We didn’t have time to explain the agreement to Jimin. Let us talk to her first.”

“It seems she’s lacking in manners.” your father’s voice dropped several octaves, low and dangerous. “Perhaps we should address this before we finalize anything.”

Jimin’s anger flared, but it was quickly replaced by something darker—fear. As she caught sight of the cruel smile spreading across your father’s face, a cold shiver ran down her spine. The man was notorious for his ruthlessness, a cold, calculating figure who had controlled the country’s economy for decades. His power wasn’t just in his wealth, it was in his ability to make people tremble.

Even her bodyguards hesitated, inching closer to her but unsure whether to act.

That’s when you stepped forward, your silence broken at last.

You moved in front of your father, your hand gripping his arm and pulling him toward the desk. The weight of the room seemed to shift as your presence took control.

“Enough, father.” Your voice was soft, but unwavering, cutting through the tension like a knife. “Let’s just finish this.”

Without another word, you reached for the inkstand, pressing your thumb into the dark ink and leaving a red fingerprint on the flimsy paper.

You lifted your gaze, locking eyes with Jimin, expressionless.

Jimin let out a frustrated sigh, her fingers threading through her hair as she surrendered herself to the inevitable. She walked over and pressed her own delicate fingers to the paper, leaving a red mark beside yours. The blood-red ink seemed to mock her, a symbol of fate she could neither escape nor control.

“Good.” Heesung’s voice sliced through the silence, “Let’s let the lovebirds go and we can start talking business.”

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The banquet buzzed with noise, of laughter, chatter, and clinking glasses. Friends, business partners, and classmates gathered, their faces painted with polite smiles and hidden agendas. Even the royal family was here to watch you and Jimin repeat the fake vows, marking as the wedding of the year.

The media waited outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of the wedding, to catch a glimpse of you and Jimin. After all, neither of you came from unknown backgrounds. Both of you were heirs to two of the most powerful families in the country. The cameras, the whispers...it was impossible to escape the spotlight, even if the marriage was nothing more than a strategic alliance disguised as a union.

Jimin, the eldest daughter from House Yoo of Luthraine, stood at the center of it all. Her family ruled the country’s banking, their influence far-reaching. The duke, her father, was weak and easily swayed. His wife, however, had made up for it with her sharp mind—until her untimely death left House Yoo in shambles, and its future in the hands of Heesung, her son. A reckless choice that led to disaster. Jimin had stepped up to manage the family’s failing finances as soon as she turned 18. Clever, soft-hearted, and breathtakingly beautiful, Yoo Jimin was someone everyone admired.

Then there was you.

The sole heir to Y/LN Enterprise, the largest multinational conglomerate in investment banking and real estate. You were known for your reserved demeanor, your sharp mind, and your ability to observe everything with calculating precision. Unlike your father, who was feared for his temper and ruthless business tactics, you operated quietly, out of the spotlight. Most people found you distant, cold even, but you never played the villain. You simply didn't care for the politics of the game.

Despite growing up in the same world, you and Jimin had never really connected.

You’d gone to the same prestigious, ridiculously overpriced private schools, but Jimin had always been surrounded by a crowd, adored by everyone. You, however, had preferred to keep to yourself, always in the background, never truly seen, yet always watching.

“What’s the bride doing here drinking alone?” A warm voice interrupted your thoughts, bringing a grin to your face.

“You should be celebrating with your wife for a happy marriage.”

“If that’s what you expect from an arranged marriage,” you laughed, sloshing the champagne in your glass, “then you’ve got it all wrong, Hwang.”

Yeji, your best friend and business partner, flopped down beside you. She smoothed out her lavender dress and white wool jacket with practiced grace. It was strange to see her in a dress, usually preferring professional suits for work.

“You look hot. Very lady-like,” you teased, earning a middle finger from her.

“Shut up, Y/LN.” She sniffed, then waved over a server to order a beer, an odd contrast to how she was dressed. “Besides, you’re the one who chose these stupid lavender dresses for the bridesmaids.”

“Jimin, not me.” You shrugged, your head spinning from the alcohol. “I didn’t attend any of the marriage meetings.”

Your gaze drifted across the room, landing on the raven-haired girl as she danced with her friends, smiling effortlessly, her usual scowl replaced with something more relaxed.

“Seriously?” Yeji’s voice was laced with disappointment.

“I didn’t expect you to let your partner do all the work. What happened to chivalry?”

“Honestly, Jimin looks like she’ll bite my head off every time I try to talk to her. So I thought I’d just let her decide.” You drained your glass, the words slipping out.

“I kind of ruined her chance for love, so the least I can do is let her have this.”

“You didn’t ruin anything.” Yeji’s tone softened. “You were trying to help her. I think you should just give this marriage a chance.”

You shook your head stubbornly, ordering another drink. Yeji’s concerned gaze bore into you, but you ignored it. This was your pity party, and you were the guest of honor.

“I’m planning on keeping my distance,” you said, wobbling off the stool and grabbing your fresh glass.

“And finding a way to get her out of this mess.”

Yeji rushed to steady you, wrapping her arms around you in a warm embrace. Her heart ached for you, but this was beyond anyone’s control.

“Just try, Y/N,” she said gently, before muttering, “Jesus, you’re drunk.”

She managed to straighten you up, her hands resting on your shoulders as she faced you.

“Besides, didn’t you have a crush on her in high school?” Yeji added, her voice thoughtful as she stood before you.

“Shut up, Yeji,” you hissed, suddenly sober, your eyes flicking to something—or rather, someone—behind her.

“I mean, you liked her for, like, three years? Four?” Yeji rambled on, oblivious to the fear flashing in your eyes.

“Yeji. Yeji. Yeji.”

“What?” Yeji followed your gaze, then stumbled back in shock.

Jimin stood with another girl, her face twisted in something you couldn’t quite comprehend, while the girl beside her shot Yeji a playful grin.

“Ah… Lady Jimin,” Yeji quickly bowed, her face burning with embarrassment. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Yeji. Hwang Yeji.”

Jimin gave a curt nod, waving her off dismissively. “Just Jimin is fine. This is Ryujin, from the House of Shin.”

Jimin’s voice softened as she turned to you. “Y/N? Can I talk to you?”

You barely had time to compose yourself before you answered, “Yes.”

Without another word, Jimin walked off, expecting you to follow.

As you passed, you heard Ryujin's voice, teasing, “So… beer for the pretty lady? That’s special. I like special.”

The back door of the banquet hall creaked open as Jimin led you down a deserted hallway, pulling you into an empty room. You glanced over her, taking in the sight of her ivory lace wedding gown—still pristine, despite everything.

Yoo Jimin was undeniably beautiful, with soft brown eyes full of emotion, a delicate nose, and full pink lips. A cute mole on the corner of her mouth that would lift whenever she smiled. But ever since that fateful event two months ago, her face was set in a permanent frown, her brows furrowed in frustration. You wanted to reach out, smooth away the crease between them, but you stopped yourself.

“You’re drunk.” Jimin said, her voice a little softer as she surveyed your ruffled state.

“A bit.” you admitted, running a hand down your dress to smooth the creases.

She sighed, her expression softening. Then, she moved closer, adjusting the straps of your dress. The touch of her fingers against your skin sent a jolt of electricity through you. Your heart hammered in your chest.

You froze, then pulled away, putting more distance between you. Hurt flickered in her eyes, but she quickly masked it with annoyance.

“What did you want to talk about, Jimin?” you asked, trying to sound composed.

Jimin’s frown deepened as she met your gaze.

“I wanted to clarify a few things.” she said, her voice more subdued than before.

“I’ve been thinking about this marriage.”

You remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

“I never wanted this,” she continued, her words slow and deliberate. “I never wanted to marry you. I had no choice. I loathe your family—I know what your father’s been doing all these years—but my hands are tied. I just wanted you to know that before you get any wrong ideas.”

Her words hit harder than you expected, each one a jagged knife twisting in your chest. You knew how she felt, but that didn’t make it any easier to hear.

You forced a calm expression, masking the ache inside. “If I had a choice, I wouldn’t choose this either,” you said, your voice cool.

“Don’t worry, I’ll find a way to end this marriage soon.”

Jimin nodded, her expression softening for a second. “Good. Now let’s play the part of a happy newlywed.”

She grabbed your arm, pulling you back toward the banquet hall, both of you walking side by side, smiles on your faces. Neither one of them reached your eyes.

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Living with you was unexpectedly easy.

You were quiet, meticulous to the point of being a neat freak, and even more of a workaholic than she was, rarely coming home before midnight. In the three months since your marriage, you hadn’t spent much time together. Yet, Jimin found herself looking forward to mornings. Brief moments where you prepared breakfast for both of you and shared a table. Most of the conversation came from her, while you listened quietly. You made it clear her words mattered, even if you rarely offered anything in return.

But she couldn’t shake the sense that she was speaking into a void. You were polite and attentive, yet you remained distant, never letting her glimpse beyond the surface.

She often snuck in a few glances at you while you drove her to work, admiring your side profile. She liked the sharpness of your cat-like eyes, always attentive to what she was saying, and the slight curve of your full lips whenever she said something funny. You were beautiful in an understated way, the kind of beauty that lingered in her mind.

Maybe marriage with you wasn’t as bad as she’d expected. But that didn’t stop her from craving something more.

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Work had been unusually slow lately. Ever since her marriage to you, the problems plaguing the bank branches under House Yoo of Luthraine had mysteriously disappeared. Gone were the endless debt, trade misconduct, and countless scandals she’d spent months trying to resolve. Her brother was off doing God knows what, leaving her to manage everything else on her own. She could only hope he wasn’t causing more trouble...the kind that had landed her in this marriage in the first place.

Sighing, Jimin took off her thin-framed silver glasses and rubbed her eyes, signaling the rest of the board that the morning meeting was over. The meeting room gradually emptied, leaving the young royalty in solitude, save for Ryujin, casually leaning in the leather chair next to her with a sly grin.

“Yoo Jimin, tired of work? I can’t believe it.” The young duchess teased, “Did you and Y/N stay up too late doing the dirty?”

Jimin choked on her coffee, nearly spilling the dark liquid on her crisp blouse.

“What? No,” she sputtered, her face reddening at the thought. “I’ve just been having trouble sleeping.”

Ryujin raised a brow, clearly unconvinced. “Still hate her?”

“I don’t hate her,” Jimin muttered, her voice quieter now. “I never hated her. Just her family.”

“Well, you’re stuck with her now. Might as well make it work. Maybe you should try acutally talking to her.”

“We do talk,” Jimin countered defensively. “It’s just... one-sided. I’m the one doing all the sharing. She never talks about herself. It’s like trying to have a conversation with an AI.”

Ryujin held back a laugh, “well to be fair, you do talk a lot, Jimin.”

Jimin shot her a sharp glare. “I do not.”

Ryujin’s grin only widened. “Sure. And she’s always working late because she just loves the office, right? Has nothing to do with cleaning up your brother’s mess?”

“What mess?”

“Wait, she didn’t tell you?” Ryujin frowned. “Yeji mentioned they’ve been working overtime to cover up some of the debt Heesung left from one of your family branches. That was part of the marriage deal.”

Jimin slumped back in her seat, stunned. She knew her brother had contributed to the downfall of her family-led banks, but he’d kept the full scope of it hidden. She had assumed the marriage proposal was purely for your family’s access to her network and land holdings, not their debt.

You were the reason why her family debts were gone.

Ryujin’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “C’mon, let’s visit Y/LN Enterprise after work. I’ll drive.”

Jimin frowned, confused. “Why?”

“The way to the heart is through the stomach,” Ryujin said with a grin. “And I also want to see my girl.”

“Your girl?”

“Well, not yet. But I’m getting there,” Ryujin laughed, her confidence unwavering.

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“What kind of food does she like?” Ryujin asked, backing her car out of the parking lot.

“I have no idea,” Jimin admitted reluctantly.

“Seriously?” Ryujin shot her an exasperated look, sighing in defeat. “Let me ask Yeji.”

This marriage was proving to be a tough case to crack.

Twenty minutes later, Jimin found herself standing in front of your office door, a box of jjajangmyeon in her hands. Ryujin had dropped her off with a giggle before driving away, Yeji seated beside her, cheeks dusted pink.

Jimin’s heart twisted with a pang of envy as she watched her friend. She wanted that kind of love, as much as she hated admitting it to herself.

Before she could muster the courage to knock, the door swung open, and you nearly bumped into her, face-first.

“What the f—” You stopped mid-sentence, eyes widening in surprise. “Jimin?”

“Hi.” Her voice was timid, suddenly laced with awkwardness.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, your concern obvious in your tone. “Did something happen?”

“No!” She cleared her throat hastily, then raised the box in her hands.

“I brought you dinner. Thought you might be hungry.”

“Oh, I—” Her gesture caught you off guard, your carefully constructed walls crumbling. You were already finding it hard to maintain your distance, and now this small act of care threatened to shatter your resolve completely.

“Thank you,” you said, regaining some composure. “Please, come in.”

You stepped aside, and she walked in, her gaze sweeping across the room.

Jimin took her time studying your office while you dug into the noodles, only now realizing just how hungry you were.

She paused at a photo on your desk, one of you and Yeji at senior prom. In it, Yeji was having the time of her life, while you looked like a drenched cat reluctantly dancing with your friend.

“You look so miserable,” Jimin giggled, her voice teasing as she turned to you.

Your mouth was full of noodles, and you hastily swallowed in an attempt to respond.

“Dancing isn’t exactly my forte,” you admitted, your tone calm, though the tips of your ears betrayed your embarrassment. “But you’re good at that, right? I remember you won prom queen that year.”

Her heart fluttered at your words. So you had been paying attention, even back then—even when Yeji had mentioned you had a crush on someone else in high school.

As she continued her inspection of your office, Jimin noted how bare it was. Aside from the photo with Yeji and a few scattered pens on your desk, there wasn’t much personality in the room. She made a mental note to change that.

When you finally finished eating, an awkward silence settled between the two of you.

“Thank you for the food,” you said again, your voice soft. “It was really good.”

Jimin hummed in acknowledgment, her honey-brown eyes piercing into yours. The intensity of her gaze made you fidget slightly, but you held it nonetheless.

“I know about the debt,” she said finally.

Your eyes widened briefly, but you masked your reaction quickly, choosing your words carefully.

“Sorry for not telling you,” you said, your tone steady, though your fingers twitched nervously against the desk. "I didn't know how."

She shook her head and reached over, her warm, soft hands covering yours. The simple touch sent your heart racing.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice gentle. Her lips curved into a smile, one that you weren’t used to seeing on her usually stoic face.

Your cheeks flushed scarlet, and you cleared your throat in embarrassment. “It’s nothing.”

At your feigned nonchalance, Jimin couldn’t resist teasing you. Maybe you weren’t as robotic as she’d initially thought.

With a mischievous grin, she intertwined her fingers with yours, her thumb drawing slow circles on your palm.

“Can you drive me home?” she asked innocently. “Ryujin drove me here.”

You quickly composed yourself, pulling your hand away and shaking your head as if to dispel the spell she had cast. Something about Yoo Jimin made resisting her nearly impossible, and maintaining your distance was proving to be an uphill battle.

“I can, but I have one more meeting tonight. Can you wait?”

She nodded, her soft smile making it hard to focus.

Just then, the speaker on your desk crackled to life.

“Ms. Y/LN, Ms. Kim is here.”

You pressed the button to respond. “Let her up.”

“There’s a meeting room next to my office,” you told Jimin. “You can wait for me there.”

She nodded again, her smile lingering as she moved toward the door. You couldn’t help but mirror the expression, the corners of your mouth lifting involuntarily.

“I’ll see you in a bit. Good luck with your meeting,” she said warmly, opening the door.

What she didn’t expect, however, was to come face-to-face with one of her flings from the past: Kim Minjeong of Legacy Capital Enterprise.

Jimin froze in the doorway, her breath hitching as recognition struck. Minjeong’s sharp gaze softened, her lips curling into a slow, confident smirk that Jimin had once thought charming but now found unbearably loaded with unspoken memories.

“Jimin.” Minjeong drawled, her voice dripping with smug familiarity. “It’s been a while.”

“Minjeong.” Jimin replied stiffly, her voice strained. Her fingers gripped the doorframe tightly, grounding herself as the weight of the past surged back, enveloping her in the awkwardness of their shared history.

Minjeong’s eyes flicked to the now-empty box of jjajangmyeon in Jimin’s hands, then trailed back up, her smirk deepening. “Didn’t expect to see you here. Late-night visits? How... intimate.”

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat. The insinuation in Minjeong’s tone made her skin crawl, her shoulders stiffening.

“I could say the same about you,” she retorted, her voice sharp but betraying a hint of nervousness.

Minjeong opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, you appeared behind Jimin, your steady presence immediately commanding the room.

“Ms. Kim,” you greeted coolly, your professional demeanor slipping into place. “Shall we?”

Minjeong’s gaze flicked to you briefly, her expression unreadable, before sliding back to Jimin. The smirk didn’t falter, but her eyes sparkled with something almost predatory.

 “Of course.” she said smoothly, stepping into the office.

Jimin stepped aside hastily, her shoulders tight, feeling the weight of Minjeong’s gaze lingering on her as she passed. She silently prayed that Minjeong wouldn’t say anything more, wouldn’t twist the knife any further.

“I’ll see you after the meeting,” you said softly to Jimin, your voice warm despite the neutral expression on your face.

Jimin gave a quick nod, her stomach twisting as you closed the door behind you, sealing her alone with her thoughts.

Inside your office, Minjeong wasted no time in testing your patience.

“You have a lovely wife.” Minjeong remarked, leaning back in her chair as if she owned the room. “You must be very... proud.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly, though your tone remained calm. “Jimin’s her own person. I don’t take pride in people like they’re possessions.”

Minjeong’s smirk didn’t waver. “Interesting choice of words.”

The meeting dragged on, but your focus remained sharp, despite the growing frustration bubbling beneath the surface. You didn’t have the luxury of cutting ties with Minjeong, not when your efforts to rebuild Jimin’s family’s branches relied on securing this partnership.

But with Minjeong’s intentions becoming increasingly transparent. She found opportunities to steer the conversation back to Jimin, her admiration thinly veiled beneath casual comments.

“She’s matured a lot.” Minjeong said at one point, her voice almost wistful. “There’s something about her...strong, yet so beautifully delicate.”

Your jaw tightened, but you forced yourself to respond evenly. “She’s always been remarkable.”

Minjeong’s smirk widened, as if she took your words as a challenge.

When the meeting ended, you walked Minjeong out, your tone polite but measured.

“Thank you for your time, Ms. Kim.”

She gave you a sly smile before glancing once more at the closed door to the meeting room where Jimin was waiting.

“I’ll be seeing you both soon, I’m sure.”

Her words hung in the air like a warning before she turned on her heel and left.

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You found Jimin in the meeting room, perched on the couch with her phone in hand. She glanced up as you entered, her expression betraying unease, embarrassment, and something else, something she couldn’t quite mask.

“Is she gone?” she asked, her tone wavering, as if she was hiding something.

“She is,” you replied, sitting down across from her. “Who is she?”

Jimin hesitated, her fingers toying with the hem of her sleeve. “Someone I used to... see.” she admitted reluctantly.

Your brow raised slightly. “See, as in date?”

The young royalty nodded, her gaze dropping to her lap. “If you can call it that. It wasn’t serious, and it didn’t end well.”

You hummed thoughtfully, leaning back in your seat. “Well, for what it’s worth, she made it pretty clear she’s still interested in you.”

Jimin’s head shot up, her eyes wide. “She—what?”

You chuckled dryly, trying to cover your jealousy.

“She practically spent the whole meeting weaving you into the conversation. Subtlety isn’t her strong suit.”

Jimin groaned, covering her face with her hands. “I can’t believe her.”

A silence settled between you before you spoke again, your tone softer this time. “You know, about the whole marriage thing...”

Jimin lowered her hands slowly, looking at you with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

“It’s just for appearances,” you said, your voice calm but firm. “If you want to see someone else—Minjeong or anyone else—I’m not going to stop you.”

Her lips parted in surprise, and you continued.

“This arrangement isn’t about controlling you or your choices. You’re free to live your life however you want.”

Jimin stared at you for a moment, her honey-brown eyes searching yours. Then, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice tinged with something you couldn’t quite place

She hesitated before adding, “The same goes for you, you know. You didn’t exactly choose this either.”

Your chest tightened, but you quickly masked it with a nonchalant shrug. “Something like that,” you said, lying through your teeth.

You stood, offering her a hand. “Ready to head home?”

Jimin slipped her hand into yours, and as you led her out of the office, the warmth of her touch lingered far longer than it should have.

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Your relationship with Jimin had changed in ways that felt both comforting and unsettling. The walls between you gradually fell, replaced by the kind of easy flow you hadn’t expected. She’d drop by your office for coffee, and linger during breaks, and suddenly it wasn’t just about the arranged situation anymore. It was about two people learning to be around each other, to talk, to laugh, to share moments that made you forget about the circumstances.

She’d visit you at work often, showing up unannounced just to grab coffee or chat. At first, it seemed like a random visit, but the more it happened, the more it became clear that she enjoyed spending time with you. You’d even look forward to her visits, finding comfort in the quiet moments you shared away from the chaos of your daily lives.

Social events became less of a hassle, too. Instead of sitting off to the side or making small talk with people you didn’t care about, Jimin would be there, and the two of you would engage in casual conversations, the kind that made you forget about everything else happening around you.

You were friends, you thought. Genuine friends.

But even in those easy moments, there were signs, small, subtle things that made you pause. You noticed Jimin staring at her phone more often, her thumb flicking over the screen in a way that was hard to miss.

You had a good idea of who it was. Minjeong. It wasn’t like you hadn’t expected this. After all, you’d given Jimin the freedom to see other people. You had told her—no, insisted—that this arrangement wasn’t about control, that she could live her life however she saw fit.

And yet, watching her respond to Minjeong’s texts, the way her face lit up when she’d see a new message, it grated on you in ways you didn’t want to admit.

You weren’t supposed to care.

But you did.

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On your birthday, you could feel the familiar mix of emotions swirling inside you as Jimin walked into the office, dressed in a beautiful flowy dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. The soft fabric of the dress seemed to move with her effortlessly, its delicate hue catching the light in a way that made her seem almost ethereal. The way it draped around her waist and flared out just enough to hint at her figure was both graceful and captivating. Her hair, styled in loose waves, framed her face perfectly, soft strands falling gently over her shoulders and glowing under the office lights.

She had this quiet elegance about her, something so effortlessly beautiful that it made your heart ache just by looking at her.

Her eyes, always warm, had this soft, shimmering glow when they met yours, like everything around her faded a little, just so she stood out more. You couldn’t really explain it, but in that moment, it felt like she was the only thing in focus. She wasn’t trying to look perfect—she never had to—but the way she moved, how that dress just clung to her in the right places, it made your head spin.

You couldn’t take your eyes off her. It wasn’t like you wanted to stare, but she made it impossible to do anything else. She wasn’t trying, yet there she was, making everything else blur and all you could think about was how damn beautiful she was.

And in that moment, you thought she came to surprise you for your birthday.

But how silly it was to think that when you never told her your birthday.

Your eyes caught hers, but her smile was different. It was more forced, as though she was conflicted. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but it felt like she was already pulling away.

You tried to brush it off, but the question tumbled out before you could stop it.

“You look beautfiul,” you said, your voice casual but your stomach knotting with a strange feeling.

“Going somewhere?”

Jimin hesitated for a split second, a flicker of something passing across her face before she answered. “Yeah, I’m meeting Minjeong for dinner.”

The words hit you like a cold splash of water. You had known it was coming. You had prepared yourself for it. But hearing it out loud, so casually, felt different.

“Oh, Minjeong...” you said, trying hard to keep on the mask of calmness that seemed to be slipping the longer you were married to Jimin.

“Have fun.” You couldn’t keep the edge out of your tone, even though you tried to mask it with a smile. “I’ll be out drinking with Yeji later. Should be good.”

Jimin nodded, a slight unease in her expression, but she didn’t press the issue. She just smiled, a little too tightly, and turned to leave.

“I’ll see you later,” she said softly. “I just wanted to check on you first.”

As she walked away, the weight of your own words hit you like a slap. You had told her she could see whoever she wanted. You had given her the space to do so. Yet, the jealousy that twisted in your chest, like you were the one breaking the rules you had set.

Maybe you didn’t have the right to feel this way. Maybe you didn’t even have the right to feel hurt. You had told Jimin she was free to make her own choices, to be with whomever she wanted. And yet, the jealousy remained, simmering under the surface. You wanted to ignore it, to push it away, but it lingered, sharp and insistent.

You had given her the freedom to choose. But you had never thought about how hard it would be to watch her choose someone else.

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It was well past midnight, and you were still at the pub with Yeji, both of you tipsy and getting progressively more sloppy. The karaoke was horrendous, your voices completely out of tune, but neither of you seemed to care. Shots kept coming, and you were taking them like it was a contest, each one making your thoughts blur a little more.

“I don’t get why you don’t just tell her you like her,” Yeji slurred, her voice thick with alcohol as she tried to keep herself upright.

“Tell her you like her, and you wouldn’t be here like this.”

You hiccupped, eyes half-lidded, and tried to focus on her. “You—” you muttered, “you know it’s not that simple.”

“How is it not?” Yeji pointed a finger at you, wobbly, but firm in her opinion.

“You’re married to her. Married. What’s the problem?”

You took another drink, feeling the burn in your throat, and shrugged. “I promised her… promised I’d work on getting a divorce. Promised her on our wedding day.”

Yeji made a face, clearly too drunk to hide her disbelief. “That’s fucking stupid,” she mumbled, staring at you like you were an idiot. “Your father would kill you.”

You sighed, glancing away, the alcohol making it easier to pretend it didn’t bother you. “Yeah, I know. But I’m worried about what happens to her after the divorce.”

“Is that why you’ve been making me do all this overtime with you?” Yeji waved her hand dismissively, clearly trying to piece things together. “Doing global stocks and all that shit?”

“I just want her to be okay,” you muttered, the words slurring slightly. “I want her to have someone who can protect her. Make sure her family ties stay strong.”

“And that person is Minjeong?” Yeji gasped, eyes widening with realization. You didn’t even look up, staring into your glass as you mumbled a response.

“She could be,” you said, taking another shot.

Yeji shook her head, still processing everything through her alcohol fog.

“Have you even asked Jimin if she still wants the damn divorce?”

You shook your head, a little too slowly. “No. She doesn’t know what happens if it does either.”

Yeji slapped you on the head, the impact startling you more than it should’ve.

“Ow,” you groaned, rubbing your forehead and glaring at her.

“You’re so fucking stupid,” Yeji muttered, slurring even more now. “Just tell her you like her and don’t get divorced.”

You sighed heavily, shaking your head. “I told you. She doesn’t like me like that.”

Giving up, Yeji signaled for another tray of shots, her face set in determination.

“Fine, fine. You’ll get it someday, I guess.”

You downed the next shot, feeling the warmth spread through you, and tried to shake off the uncomfortable tension. At this point, the only thing you could focus on was the next drink, the blur of the night, and the gnawing feeling in your chest that no amount of alcohol would fix.

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Jimin was worried.

You hadn’t picked up your phone ever since she left your office that night, and it was nearly four in the morning. The unease in her chest only deepened as the minutes passed without a word from you.

Her date with Minjeong had ended up being a disaster. The evening had been an attempt to forget you, a futile one at that. Minjeong had asked Jimin out, and despite her hesitation, Jimin agreed, thinking it might help push her feelings for you out of her mind. But it didn’t work.

Every moment of the date was filled with thoughts of you, how you looked when she mentioned Minjeong’s name, that small flicker of hurt Jimin had seen in your eyes, and how much she wished you had been the one to ask her out instead.

Jimin had gone to dinner with Minjeong in a forlorn attempt to move past her emotions, but all it did was make her feel further from you. As the night went on, she couldn't shake the feeling of regret. She realized, with each passing second, that she didn’t want to be with Minjeong.

She wanted you.

She wanted you to be the one asking her out, to be the one sharing the moment with her. Instead, there she was, pretending to enjoy a night she didn’t want, with someone she didn’t feel for.

And then there was your birthday.

Jimin hadn’t even realized it until she saw Ryujin’s message. Your birthday. How could she have not known? She had been so wrapped up in her own conflicted feelings, and now she had missed it. She hadn’t even called you to wish you well. Instead, she had gone on a date with Minjeong, leaving you alone when you should have been her priority. The guilt gnawed at her. She should have been celebrating with you, but instead, she abandoned you for an old fling.

Jimin couldn’t stop thinking about how she must have hurt you, how selfish she had been.

Finally, the sound of the door opening broke her thoughts. One of your drivers had you slung over his back, and Ryujin was close behind, carrying Yeji in her arms.

You groaned as the driver gently set you down on the couch, before grimly walking out of the door.

Ryujin’s eyes met Jimin’s, and she simply shook her head in disappointment before carrying her half-asleep girlfriend away.

The young royalty stood there for a moment, feeling lost. You lay on the couch, flat on your back, murmuring incoherently, your arms covering your face. She couldn't stand seeing you like this—vulnerable and clearly intoxicated. It made her feel even worse for not being there for you earlier.

Jimin walked to your room and picked out your night clothes, the weight of her guilt growing heavier with each step. As she returned to you, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her emotions tangled. She knew she should have been there with you. She should have been the one to care for you on your birthday, not someone else. She couldn’t keep running from how she felt about you anymore.

She gently walked over to you and sat down next to you, her hands shaking as she reached for your arm. She didn’t know what to say or how even to start, but she had to do something.

“Y/N?” she gently shook your arm. “Let’s get you changed.”

When she reached over to remove your blazer, your eyes immediately flew open. The intensity of your gaze caught her off guard, and she froze for a moment, her breath catching.

Your hazy brown eyes met hers, and you frowned, your voice slow and slurred.

“You are a very pretty lady, but I am married.”You tried to pull your blazer closer to your chest. “My wife is very beautiful, and she won’t like it if you touch me.”

Jimin’s heart fluttered despite herself.

She couldn’t help but smile at how cute you were, drunk and a little delirious. Despite the alcohol, there was a vulnerability to you, a sincerity that made her chest tighten. You were a different version of yourself, and she couldn’t help but feel drawn to this side of you.

Exasperated but finding you incredibly endearing, Jimin giggled softly, her worries momentarily fading.

“I am your wife, pabo,” she said with a teasing smile, her fingers brushing your cheek as she gently cupped your face.

“Really?” Your eyes widened, your voice full of wonder.

“Yes,” she said, finally managing to remove your blazer and start pulling off your dress shirt.

You whistled, “Damn I got lucky.”

Jimin rolled her eyes, her face flushing pink as she avoided looking at your body, quickly pulling the nightshirt over your frame. It wasn’t easy, seeing you like this, vulnerable, messy, and it felt like everything that was left unsaid between you both was now laid bare in the silence.

After a while of wheedling and convincing, she managed to drag you into her bathroom. She gently lowered you onto the edge of the tub, sitting down behind you as she reached for the makeup remover.

You were a mess, leaning heavily into her as she wiped your face, the gentle motion soothing in the quiet. As she cleaned your face, her thoughts turned inward again, the guilt over the earlier part of the night resurfacing. She needed to say something, but she didn’t know how to start. She wanted to take it all back, to be honest with you about how she felt, about how much she wished you’d been the one there with her instead of Minjeong.

“I’m sorry,” Jimin whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Mhmm.” You slurred, still dazed, her mind a bit foggy. “For what?”

“For going on the date with Minjeong… and for not spending your birthday with you,” Jimin admitted, her words tinged with regret.

“S'not your fault.” Your voice was slow but comforting, the warmth in her tone meant to ease the guilt. “It’s okay.”

“But I hurt you,” Jimin pressed, her eyes searching for any sign of forgiveness.

“Maybe, but I had a crush on you since high school, so you get a free card.” your voice wavered with a small giggle, still distant, as though you words were floating in and out of consciousness.

What?

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat, a warmth spreading through her chest as the truth washed over her. The crush Yeji had mentioned on their wedding night...was Jimin all along?

Her heart fluttered at the thought, and in an unexpected twist, a wave of embarrassment rolled over her. She realized, with a soft flush, that she was jealous of the past version of herself.

She finished drying your face with a clean towel, but her mind was elsewhere. She needed to tell you. She couldn’t keep holding it back, even if she was scared, even if everything felt so uncertain.

“During the date, I kept thinking how much I wished it was you who asked me to go on a date,” she admitted, her words barely above a whisper.

You paused, looking at her with slow, heavy eyes, as if processing her words.

Jimin’s heart thudded in her chest as she waited for a response.

Was she too late? Had she ruined everything?

But then you looked at her, your eyes suddenly sharp and focused, and her heart stuttered in her chest.

“Do you still want a divorce?” you asked, your voice soft but carrying an emotion she couldn’t place.

Jimin hesitated.

Her emotions were swirling, you were the one she wanted, and had always wanted. But the doubt lingered, and she needed to hear you say it, needed to know if there was something real between you both.

“I…” She shook her head slowly, her voice almost trembling. “I don’t think so.”

Your face broke into a grin, that rare, beautiful smile that Jimin had longed to see, and her heart melted in response.

“Then would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow, Lady Jimin?”

She laughed, the nervous tension breaking. “Will you still remember this tomorrow?”

You quickly nodded, your voice steady, “Yes.”

“Then yes,” she replied, her heart soaring. “I would love to go on a date with you.”

You punched the air in excitement, nearly toppling over. Jimin couldn't help but laugh at your dorkiness. She had liked this side of you, so carefree, so you.

She couldn’t hide her adoration for you any longer. She leaned closer and whispered, “Close your eyes.”

You did without hesitation, trusting her with a vulnerability that mirrored her own.

And before you could even process it, her soft, full lips were pressed against yours. The kiss was gentle, lingering just a little longer than you expected. The touch of her lips, soft and sweet, sent a shiver down your spine, your heart pounding as the world around you seemed to stop.

It was more than just a kiss. It was everything that had been left unsaid, everything you both had been too scared to express. And as Jimin pulled back, your eyes still closed, a smile spread across your face.

It has always been her.

lots of angst in the next chapter! giving you guys a warning here first 😬 be prepared

[anakinstwinklebunny]

Pairing: stalker!mafia!anakin x f!reader

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Rain was coming down in sheets, slicking the pavement of the city streets while you, none important to the whole world, hurried your way home from your shift at the boutique. The cheapest umbrella you could afford in your hand, your grip tightening around it, although it was flimsy - barely holding up against the damned wind. Your free hand clunched the coat around your body as you cursed the weather over and over again. It was late--later than usual--and the city had taken on that eerie quiet it did, when most of the people in this city had already gone home for the night.

You didn’t see him, not at first. He was too good at hiding, too practiced at blending into the shadows. But ANAKIN SKYWALKER was indeed there, as he had been every night for the past few months; watching you from a specific, constantly changing distance. Those too captivating blue eyes tracked every move you made, cherishing the way your hair clung to your damp skin, the way you shivered against the cold temperature.

You were a creature of unchanging habits - something he grew to admire about you.

It was so simple -- every day, you left your tiny apartment at precisely 7:45 AM, walked the same route to the boutique where you worked, and spent your day folding clothes and helping customers. You were polite, even kind, but there was sadness in your eyes that Anakin found himself obsessing over. What had hurt you? Who had dared to shatter the light in your eyes?

He had to know. He had to protect you.

Tonight was different, he was closer than usual, close enough that he could almost reach out and touch you if he wanted. But he didn’t. Not yet. It wasn't the right time. He had learned patience over the years - something that wasn’t easy for a man like him. But for you, he would wait.

As you rounded a corner, a gust of wind blew your umbrella inside out, and you let out a frustrated groan. Muttering curses under your breath, you gave up on the umbrella and tossed it into a nearby trash can. You were soaked now, hair sticking to your face, coat heavy with rain, and all you wanted was to be home, wrapped in a blanket with a cup of tea..or warm milk. Both options were tempting

But then you noticed something-- or rather someone following you.

Your heart began to race, and you quickened your pace, glancing over your shoulder time to time. You couldn’t see anyone, but the feeling was there, crawling up your spine, getting into your head..

You were being watched.

Anakin saw the moment fear gripped you like a vance, saw how your eyes widened, how your breathing became shallow. His heart clenched painfully in his chest. He didn’t want you to be afraid, especially not of him. But he knew he couldn’t stay hidden any longer, not when you were so close to panicking.

Stepping out of the shadows, he called out, “Are you alright, miss?”

You jumped at the sudden sound, spinning around on your heal to face him. He was tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in an expensive, perfectly tailored suit. Underneath you could see a white shirt.

Oh, so he's a rich

His face - flawless, smooth, beautiful yet, in a way, it seemed dangerous, like he was nothing but trouble. He didn’t look like someone who belonged in a dark alley like the one you were in. In fact, he looked like he’d just stepped out of a magazine. His hair was slightly damp from the rain, and a few stray curls clung to his forehead. And those eyes, a striking shade of blue, were fixed on you with an intensity that made your breath catch.

“I--um--i--i’m fine,” you stammered, taking a hesitant step back. “Just trying..to get home.”

Anakin smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “It’s dangerous out here alone at this hour,” voice smooth, almost soothing. “Let me walk you home. It’s not safe.”

You hesitated. There was something about him that made you uneasy, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. He was handsome, almost impossibly so, but there was an edge to him, something dark lurking beneath the surface.

“I’m fine, really,” you said, trying to sound confident. “My apartment is just a few blocks away.”

“Yet I’ll feel better knowing you made it home safely,” he insisted, stepping closer. His presence was strangely overwhelming, and you weren't sure if you liked it or not. “Please. I wouldn’t forgive myself if something happened to you.”

His concern seemed genuine, and in the back of your mind, you knew that refusing him might be a mistake. Reluctantly, you nodded. “Okay…umm--thank..you.”

Anakin’s smile widened, but there was still something unsettling in his eyes as he fell into step beside you. He didn’t say much as you walked, just made idle conversation about the weather, asking about your job at the boutique. He was charming, attentive, but again, there was something weird about him.

When you finally reached your apartment building, you turned to thank him, but the words died on your lips. Anakin was staring at you with such intensity that made your skin prickle.

“Goodnight, miss,” he said softly, voice like velvet. “I’ll see you around.”

Before you could respond, he was already walking away, disappearing into the night as quickly as he had appeared. There was something about him that suspiciously drew you in, even as every instinct screamed to stay away.

As you got into your apartment, you exhaled. Throwing your bag to the side, kicking your shoes away and freeing your hair from an already painful pony, you were sure you were alone, with none watching you

Little did you know, Anakin was indeed still watching, he never did stop. He had seen the way your eyes lingered on him, the way your breath hitched when he got too close ~ it was delicious, better than any dessert/appetizer he had ever had in his life.

You were drawn to him, even if you didn’t realize it yet. And soon, he would make sure that you were his.

No one else could have you. Not now. Not ever.

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First ever Hazbin hotel headcanons lets gooooo✨

How Touchy Can They Be In Public With Slightly Large Chested S/o!

Angel Dust:

* ……..ok yes he’s a pornstar so obviously he could care less. All of hell watches his videos. Him doing something promiscuous as grabbing some booba ain’t really a surprise-

* Doesn’t mean he’s going do it without making sure you’re actually comfortable with it though! If not, he’ll never do it again (he’ll make excuses but we all know he’s a softie-). But if you are comfortable? Good luck. He’ll hug you from behind a lot and give a biiiiig squeeze- hell he’ll let you lay your head in his own fluffy booba! It’s only fair✨ (your nickname is definitely now sugar tits and you cannot go against that)

* In private he’s actually a LOT cuter. He loves nuzzling in your chest and giving it so many smooches. He just finds you so cute and he doesn’t hold back on his flirts. But surprisingly they are much more sweeter! “Awww la Mia dolce metà is blushing agaaain~ Am I making yah that excited~?” He laughs when you blush more.

* Ooooooo but now you wanna be wearing a boob window?! Oh you HAVE to be teasing him baby~✨ and he is not above taking you to the nearest hotel for a little….detour~

* Hey you dated a pornstar pal. You kinda should have expected this! But hey….you’re also the only one who gets to see his soft side too.

Mini story time!!!

Man you were fucking bored. Which is ironic considering how hectic hell can be. But what could you do right? You sinned and now you’re in this shithole, rotting away year by year…..oh? You felt someone hug you from behind. And that familiar squeeze that made you blush-

“ANGEL-“ the yelp made your lover laugh.

“Got yah sugartits! Next time get yah head out of yah ass! Unless it’s on mine sweetheart~” he winked at you and laughed when you got flustered.

But….you take one of his hands and it made him smile. Genuinely smile. Well….Hell may be a shithole.

But at least you’re not alone in it❤️

Husk:

* Eh honestly he’s more of a gentleman here. So not as touchy. Little to none actually.

* But he does get a little more protective. I mean it is hell, perverts and assholes come in by a dozen. He’ll snarl at anyone getting a little too close or have a spare jacket just to drape over your shoulders. Quite a sweet gesture coming from the grump himself✨

* In private he surprisingly is still hesitant to even look there as he thinks it’s rude. You have a face don’tcha? He prefers looking there. But if you tell him it’s perfectly fine and lay him on your chest? He will stay right there because he is a blushing mess. Might earn a few purrs if you give him head scritchies✨

* Now despite being a gentleman, he knows when you wanna dress up for him. So wearing a boob window will have him peeking more….and he might actually mention it! “Looking good. Dressed up for a special occasion?” But he’d have a little mischievous smirk. Oh trust me. You are definitely having a special occasion tonight now~

* He may be a grumpy cat, he’s still a softie at heart. And only you know best.

Mini story time!!!

Yeah maybe wearing this top to the club was a terrible idea. So many creeps and assorted assholes were everywhere and they couldn’t stop staring. Couldn’t you just walk around without someone staring at you like a piece of meat….? But that’s when you felt someone wrap a jacket around your shoulders before leading you out of the club.

“Husk….? What are you…?” You were shocked to say the least.

“I told yah NOT tah go to this club. Lotta bad eggs in there….” He grumbles as he kept you close to himself.

You were surprised he came at all….you sigh and lean against his shoulder, making him stiffen but sigh, rubbing your back comfortingly.

At least you have him around ❤️

[salubriwrites-blog]

The way Leviathan was written in Barbatos’ story was really interesting. Can I please request something super angsty with you and him? Maybe unrequited love on Leviathan’s part? It’s not even that you love someone else. You still sleep with him (and others) often. You just could never love him because of his personality. And that destroys him.

Oh Man.

This got a little unhinged but here we gooooo-

He always woke up before you, adjusting the curtains in his private chamber so when the sun rose it struck his face first. It was the best way without disturbing you, understanding that waking you up quickly meant a faster reality check. Laying on his side, Leviathan traced his fingers between strands of hair plastered to your face. In the early morning when the sun filtered into the room, you were beautiful. Even more than when you were doubled over on top of the devil, hips grinding together with such intensity that he felt your orgasm in his bones. He loved you in all of your forms, but it was these dark, quiet moments that he loved you the hardest.

Hovering, watching your jaw hang open and relaxed, arms and legs splayed out like tree roots in his sheets, it was perfection. Lilac hair stretching out and getting into everything, twirling it around his finger like a spool of the finest fabric. It was easiest to love you like this, when the only conversation available was that of dreams. When you were awake it was the worst; because the gentle snatching of your hand out of his, and graciously side stepping him, were the harshest reminders. That you did not love him with the same lasting ferocity. When you were awake, you were capable of killing Leviathan and you both knew it. Loving you in the light of day where everyone could see you reject him was dangerous, but the poor devil couldn't help himself. Made in God's image of perfection Leviathan was just a man, and you were a shooting star that he could only wish upon.

Somewhere deep in the palace there was a shudder of commotion, no doubt Barbatos waking up the rest of the staff to greet the day. Squinting dangerously at the door, Leviathan hoped that his fiery glare would warm the door knob enough that the sunny devil would think twice.

It was too late though, the vibrations of footsteps scurrying outside woke something in you, and your body tightened with a yawn.

When you opened your eyes Leviathan was there, a respectful distance now as he sat in bed, blinking down at the sheets.

"Good morning," you hummed, crawling across the expanse with your hips twitching like a prowling beast. Your breath was hot in his ear as one hand danced underneath the sheets, frowning when there was no morning glory between his legs. "Did you sleep alright?"

"I slept fine, I should be asking you that question," Leviathan replied curtly. If it were any other day, when you did this little morning ritual you'd instead be throwing yourself under the covers, ass in his face while you played his length like an instrument. Together you wouldn't leave the bed until the sun was casting its light on the other set of windows on the West side of the room. It was paradise by the morning light, to have you as he had before. Knowing it was the only way he would have you. Lustful, only taking, taking all of him.

Had it always been so shallow? Was he just there for your entertainment; a soft place to land in this foreign place, a pair of lips to suck you dry, hips to drive you to perfect climax over and over? Were you using him?

Yes, the devil of Envy decided as you shrugged at his impotence and climbed to the edge of the bed next. You were using him and he loved you for it.

"Would you like breakfast brought here, or do you want to take it in the dining room?" Leviathan asked, waiting until you disappeared into the opulent bathroom before getting up next. Searching for a shirt while you showered, he slumped with his back against the bathroom door, listening to the water run down your body. It was not fair that you had more love for the heat of the water than him. It wasn't always like him to be jealous of a shower, right?

"I don't have time for breakfast, actually," you called back slowly, waiting until the faucet had quietly shut off the steaming flow. "Sitri is coming to bring me back to Gehenna... for a while."

A while?

"What for?" He prodded next, knowing that your affairs in Gehenna with that insufferable Prince weren't his business. The jolting stab in his stomach at your words though? That was his business. Leviathan didn't mean to sound possessive at that question, and quietly he cursed himself when you didn't reply immediately.

"Satan asked me to come back... I've been in Hades for a minute, and besides you're probably behind on all of your responsibilities. You don't need to spend all your time catering to my every whim." You laughed to try and distract from the heaviness of your words.

Yes he did. He needed to give you every second of his life, he needed to cater and worship your time and drink up your soft replies to his generosity. He needed to show you that he was the perfect gentleman. The perfect lover. The perfect partner. He needed to be the man you loved, and would gladly give you all of him if that's what it took. What good was it to be the perfect specimen, the perfect image of God, if it wasn't perfect for you?

Leviathan didn't say a word, just stared at the empty bed where you had just been. So beautiful and lovely, he wished to return there, order Glasyalabolas enchant you to sleep so he could love you like he knew best. Except that wasn't what Leviathan wanted either. Loving you in the dark was not what he wanted. He wanted to love you in the light of day, with the sun illuminating your hair and cloud shadows kissing your cheeks. He knew he could love you with his eyes closed, but what he would do for you to love him back with your opens.

"I understand," he lied while knowing the truth. It stung bitter as holy fire in his mouth as he helped you pack and prepare for your departure. He'd overplayed his hand, showering you in too many favors, giving you the best of himself at every opportunity. You didn't want it. Something about his posture, his cadence, maybe even his personality off set all of the best parts of himself. You were running away, and the worst part wasn't that he was going to let you. Leviathan knew that just having you wasn't enough. The worst part was that he had done everything in his perfect power.

"Don't think of yourself as a burden on me or Hades," he said instead of all those things. How he hated himself in that moment, standing at the front steps of the palace where Sitri waited dutifully. Even in the general's arms you looked at home. "Your time with us has been... a welcome intrusion. I look forward to your next visit."

Waving over your head, not even the kings of legends could have pulled him away from the steps until he was sure you were gone. A part of Leviathan followed you out the gates of Hades and into the valley of Gehenna. Not knowing that he'd ever see it again, the attendants of the Prince of Envy stood back and watched him retreat into the palace.

"Can we get you anything-" Orias began to ask, but before he could rattle off all of the Prince's perfect titles, Leviathan interrupted him.

"My coffin," he replied, and all the devils in the room looked at each other. Needing to quietly ask that what they just heard wasn't their imagination. The crack in Leviathan's voice was a crack in his armor, and therefore a breach in the otherwise perfect paradise he built. If the perfect Prince of Hades was falling apart, Hades would surely follow in his footsteps. That would not be allowed to happen. “I will not be disturbed."

As if they had spoken its true name, the devil's coffin manifested from a corner of the room and appeared before him. No one said a word as the fine pressed clothes, the gemstones, and the ornaments befitting a king clattered loudly to the ground. Stripped naked of everything that made him regal, until he was just a man, Leviathan crawled into the perfectly lined casket. "Bury me."

"Most beautiful-" Barbatos began, but shut up wisely when he saw the tears. Perfect, silver strands of pearl-like tears that solidified and clattered to the ground.

"I said bury me. I want to be alone."

Nodding dutifully, Leviathan's most perfect and most proud attendants swarmed the coffin, clasping it shut with the same reverence they practiced to dress him. He didn't feel it when they hiked the container up onto their broad shoulders, nor did he feel the pressure of soil splashing on top of and down the coffin's sides. Leviathan didn't feel much of anything as he cried, letting the pearls of sorrow roll down to his feet. They would slowly fill the coffin and if he was lucky he'd drown in them.

Alone at last, Leviathan held himself and listened to the sound of roots wriggling through the dirt. Barbatos must have been growing some kind of garden on top of the site, a means to hide the resting place of the broken Prince. Except-

Leviathan wasn't alone, not even in that spacious coffin filling with his tears. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, the devil stared at the crude carvings in its lid. You were here, in the doodles and initials scratched into the wood. This was far from perfect, the Prince of Envy knew that, but as he lay in that shallow earth, buried with all the words he never said and only with the power to love you in the dark, this was perfect for him.

[thescarletnargacuga]

I have an idea! :D A boxer! Au (by @/burrotello) where pomni is tired after a fight, and Caine is with her talking. then it turns somehow in a romantic moment

A/N: Boxer AU! Let's gooooo!

KNOCK OUT

A BOXER AU ONESHOT

AU credit: @burrotello

WARNING: physical violence, blood

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The seconds counted down on the ninth round. Gangle was torn and frayed, her mask cracked. Pomni was bruised and bleeding, one eye refusing to open from the swelling. Both women circled each other looking for an opening, but they couldn't delay, if time ran out the match would be called a draw and neither of them would advance.

Gangle swung a wide haymaker for Pomni's ribs, which was blocked. While Pomni's hands were down, Gangle's other fist came up to strike Pomni in the face.Pomni's head jerked back harshly from the impact and she went down.

Caine circles the outside of the ring to where Pomni fell. "COME ON!! GET UP!! YOU CAN FINISH THIS!!" He shouted over the roaring crowd.

The ref counted the precious seconds Pomni had to recover. "One! Two! Three!"

Pomni rolled onto her knees and shakily lifted herself up, clinging to the ring ropes for support. She spit blood and saliva out from her gum guard.

"Four! Five! Six!" The ref continued. Pomni needed to show signs that she could keep fighting or he would call her defeated by the end of the ten count.

Caine sweated hearing how close the ref was to calling the match over. "I KNOW YOU CAN DO THIS!! LAST ROUND!! LAST CHANCE!!"

Pomni made eye contact with Caine. She was exhausted, but his encouragement gave her a second wind. She got off the ropes and steadied herself for the final minute left on the clock.

"Seven! Eigh-" The ref stopped counting and backed away, allowing the round to continue. "Box!"

Gangle couldn't hide her frustration that Pomni didn't stay down. Her ribbons whipped wildly across the ring as she aggressively went in for the kill.

Pomni stayed focused, ducking under two swings and taking a jab of opportunity at Gangle's center mass. She quickly sidestepped and swung a hard right hook into Gangle's ribs from behind.

Gangle was desperate, throwing wild swing after wild swing just hoping one would land.

Pomni went low to dodge a swing and saw a window of opportunity. She clenched her right hand and came up with all the power she could muster, upper cutting Gangle hard in the chin.

Gangle's mask nearly shattered, tiny fragments flew in all directions. She collapsed and didn't get up.

The ref checked Gangle. "KNOCK OUT!" The bell rang and the crowd went ballistic.

Caine was jumping up and down like a wild man. "YEAAAAAH! THAT'S MY GIRL!!"

The ref took Pomni's wrist and held it in the air. She was barely standing, but still took in the moment of victory. It was well deserved. The arena announcer came over the speakers. "Lightweight rookie Pomni has cemented her place in the SEMI-FINALS!"

As Pomni's adrenaline slowly faded, she felt too weak to stand. Medics that arrived to take away Gangle also helped Pomni out of the ring. Caine followed them out of the arena, leaving the deafening crowds behind.

Pomni was sat and Caine forced himself to her side, shouldering a medic in his excitement. "Pomni! Pomni! You were fantastic out there! That's the kind of grit and determination that makes a fighter! You have the championship in the bag!"

Pomni spat out her gum guard, along with another mouthful of blood and spit. "Thash grape..." She slurred heavily and coughed. Everything hurt. She could tell just by breathing she had cracked ribs.

The medic Caine pushed aside, pushed back. "Hey, I'm trying to do my job here."

Caine backed off, hands up in surrender. "I'll leave you to it. I'll be back in a bit, Pomni!" He ran off and found Bubble "Sooooo how much money did we make?" He giddily asked his assistant.

"You're gonna love this, boss. That win, along with a win from a certain bet against a certain someone, we just made over $30,000."

Caine's jaw almost hit the floor. "Hot tamales! I knew it, Bubble! She's the one! She's our million dollar fighter!" He grabbed Bubble and shook him. "Oh, I can't wait to wipe the snooty grin off of the Gloink Queen's face! We're coming for her champion, baby! Ha!"

"ThAaAt'sss GRreAat, bOoOosSs." Bubbled words warped with his body from the shaking.

~

The next day, Pomni woke up sore in her hotel room. She was heavily bandaged and it hurt to move, but she found herself feeling hungry. Just as she was sitting herself up to reach for pain meds, someone knocked on her door.

"Room service." Caine's voice came from the other side.

Pomni furrowed her brows in amusement and slowly got to her feet. Once upright, walking wasn't too bad. She answered the door in an oversized T-shirt covering most of her. "Hey..." She said with a sleepy smile.

Caine was holding a tray of food from the hotel cafeteria. "Good morning!"

Pomni winced. "Tone it down, would you? My ears are still ringing."

"Sorry. I brought you breakfast before they stopped serving. You've been asleep all morning."

Pomni didn't even know what time it was, nor did she really care. "Right...well, I won't say no to breakfast in bed." She opened the door wider to let Caine in.

Caine hadn't expected to be invited in, but he wasn't going to refuse. He set the tray on the bed and sat in the chair across from it. "What a show yesterday. Real nail biter. I'm so glad you pulled through."

Pomni sat on the bed next to her tray and munched a piece of toast. "Yeah, I'll be honest. I wasn't sure about this one. Gangle is a beast when you push her hard enough. She nearly took out my eye." She pointed to the bandage covering her left eye. The swelling had gone down significantly, but it was going to need more time to heal completely.

"If she had, she would have been disqualified. While she can certainly be rough, I don't think she would have jeopardized her position in the semi-finals over your eye. That being said, I'm glad she didn't hurt you any more than that." Caine's eyes roamed over Pomni's body, examining each bruise and bandage. He lingered a bit longer on her bare legs, she was wearing only underwear under her large shirt hanging off her shoulder.

"Ribs took quite a beating. So did my shoulder. I'll be fine, but this recovery is going to suck." She laughed but gripped her side and sucked in air between her teeth. Laughing was a no no until further notice. "Ow..."

Caine shook himself from distraction and dug in his pocket for a small pill bottle. "Here, take two of these. They'll help you rest."

"What is it?" Pomni asked before downing them both with a swig of orange juice.

"Let's just say they're really strong pain killers. You'll feel better in no time."

Pomni learned that when Caine was vague, sometimes it was in her best interest not to ask more questions. She took a bit of egg. "Thank you, by the way."

"Don't mention it. It pays to have friends in the pharmacy." He chuckled.

"Not that. Well, yeah, thank you for that, but I mean thank you for cheering me on when the fight got really hairy. If you weren't there, I don't think I would have finished." She gave him a genuine smile.

Caine's breath was taken from him for a second. Her looking at him like that with her hair disheveled and clothes so relaxed was doing something for him. He blushed and tried to hide it, though very poorly. "Hey, what are managers for? I told you we could go far and look at us now! On our way to the semi-finals for the champion title! And you know what that comes with..." He rubbed his fingers together.

"Money." Pomni rolled her eyes with an amused smirk.

"MONEY!" Caine shouted, hushing himself when Pomni winced again. "Sorry."

"Save the cheering for the arena." Pomni finished her breakfast, pushing the tray away.

"Oh, I don't need to be in the arena to cheer your name." Caine said faster than his head could process.

"What..?" Pomni blushed a little, more caught off guard than embarrassed.

"What? Uh, I'll take that downstairs for you." Caine got up quickly, red as a beet, and grabbed the tray. "I should let you sleep, you need it if you're going to be champion. We have to travel again tomorrow. Media events, training, etcetera. You need to be extra ready for your next opponent. They only get tougher from here." He clumsily backed away from her, struggling to keep the empty cutlery on the tray.

"Okay....bye...see you....uh?" Pomni watched him side-step awkwardly to the door.

"Tomorrow morning. You have the whole day to yourself. Yep. Call the front desk if you need anything. I've got uh...a thing. Bye." He dropped a napkin on his way out the door.

Pomni smiled to herself and relaxed in bed. The pain killers did their job, she felt so much better. She could breath without wanting to scream. She turned on the TV, but all her mind wanted to do was think of what Caine said. How nervous he was afterwards was adorable, and he was rarely cute. Everything he's done for her, even in his own interests, has made them close friends, but was it normal to have a crush on your manager?

~

Caine wanted to smack himself. Why did he say that out loud? She didn't need to hear that. What if she thinks he's creeping on her? He can't jeopardize this!! He wished his heart would stop beating so fast.

[the-writerwoman]

I bring the gift of a brainrot I forgot I had in my notes! Everyone has @z0m3r-blud to thank for this, for reminding me about it 😂

Beauty and the beast AU LETS GOOOOO! 🥳🥳

It’s Origins Wade btw. So he has his hair and everything. Just Origins Poolverine because I wanna imagine Logan with the fluffy hair when he’s human again 😂

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Wade’s quiet sobs echoed in the large, unfamiliar bedroom. The storm outside roared against the stone walls, but the sound barely registered. His face was buried in the soft pillow, and the warm fire felt distant, like a comfort meant for someone else.

“You poor thing,” a voice said softly, startling Wade.

He shot up, wiping his tear-streaked face. “What? Who’s there?”

“It’s just me, dear,” the voice replied, warm and gentle. Wade turned toward the sound and froze.

A large wardrobe stood near the corner of the room, carved with elegant patterns. One of its doors creaked open slightly, revealing a faint shimmer of gold light.

“Whoa, okay,” Wade said, blinking. “I’m either losing my mind, or the furniture here talks.”

“You’re not losing your mind, at least, not yet,” the wardrobe quipped, the faintest edge of sarcasm in her soothing tone. “It’s just me. My name’s Althea. And, if I may say so, your crying was giving me a headache.”

“Sorry to disturb your…wardrobe-ing,” Wade said, his tears forgotten as curiosity took over. “Wait, you can talk? You can hear me?”

Althea chuckled, the sound like a creak of old wood. “Of course I can hear you, sweetie. And see you! Or, well…” There was a loud thunk as she bumped into the edge of the fireplace. “Maybe not see, exactly. Let’s say I sense things. Blind as a bat, but my hearing is impeccable.”

Wade stared at her, mouth slightly agape. Then, despite himself, he snorted. “So you’re a sarcastic, clumsy wardrobe. This place just gets weirder.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Althea said, her tone mockingly prim. She bumped into the bed, jolting Wade slightly. “Oops. There it is.”

Before Wade could respond, a sharp ticking sound echoed across the room.

“Althea, for heaven’s sake, let the poor boy rest,” a new voice chided, this one kinder and more patient. Wade turned to see a small, ornate clock waddling across the floor on tiny legs.

The clock stopped beside the bed and tilted slightly, as though looking up at Wade. “Hello, young man. I’m Jimmy. Welcome to the castle. I’m sorry your arrival wasn’t under better circumstances.”

Jimmy’s soothing voice and calm demeanor felt like a balm to Wade’s frayed nerves. He blinked down at the clock, unsure whether to laugh or cry again. “You’re a clock,” Wade said simply.

“Yes,” Jimmy replied gently.

Before Wade could respond, another voice rang out, this one sharper and more direct.

“Jimmy, don’t coddle him. The boy’s fine,” a tall candelabra with a flickering flame stepped into the room. He had an air of authority, his golden body polished to a gleam.

Wade blinked. “And you are…?”

“Vic,” the candelabra said brusquely. “Victor Creed. I run the place—or I did, before all this nonsense. Now I’m stuck lighting fires and being dragged into whatever disaster happens next.”

“Vic,” Jimmy scolded, his tone exasperated. “Show some compassion, would you? The boy’s been through enough.”

“Compassion?” Vic barked, his flame flaring slightly. “What about us, huh? It’s not like we had a choice in this curse.”

Wade held up a hand. “Whoa, whoa, whoa—curse? What curse? Is that why you’re all…” He gestured vaguely at the enchanted objects. “Alive-ish?”

Althea sighed, the sound heavy and dramatic. “It’s a long story, sweetie. And honestly, not my favorite bedtime tale.”

Jimmy spoke up, his voice calm and steady. “The master, that is, Logan, brought this on us years ago. But it’s not your burden to bear. Right now, what matters is that you’re comfortable.”

“Comfortable?” Wade echoed, incredulous. “I’m trapped in a castle with a growly murder-beast and talking furniture. But sure, Jimmy, I’m great.”

Vic’s flame flickered, almost like he was laughing. “Well, you’ve got some spirit, I’ll give you that.”

Jimmy shot Vic a stern look before turning back to Wade. “I know this is overwhelming, but I promise you, you’ll be safe here. Logan can be…intense, but he’s not a monster. Not really.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Wade muttered.

Althea nudged the bed with her frame. “Oh, don’t mind him. He’s just all claws and grumbles. Deep down, there’s a heart in there somewhere. Buried under about twenty feet of anger and bad decisions.”

Wade let out a small, bitter laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, well, that’s comforting. Thanks for the pep talk, gang.”

Jimmy stepped closer, his voice soft. “Get some rest, Wade. It’s been a long day. We’ll be here if you need anything.”

Wade hesitated, then nodded. “Thanks, Jimmy. And…uh, Althea. And Vic, I guess.”

Vic grumbled something under his breath, but Althea’s cheerful voice broke in. “You’re welcome, darling. Just don’t expect me to fold your clothes. Blind, remember?”

As the enchanted objects, besides Althea who went back to her corner, left the room, Wade lay back on the bed, staring up at the canopy. The fire crackled softly, and for the first time since he’d arrived, the tightness in his chest began to ease.

But as his eyes drifted closed, one thought lingered in his mind.

What have I gotten myself into?

~~

In the west wing, Logan sat slouched in a massive chair, staring into the fireplace. His claws tapped absentmindedly on the armrest as his mind wandered back to the night before.

Why would someone do that? he thought for the hundredth time, picturing Wade’s tear-filled eyes as he offered himself in his father’s place. The courage, the selflessness, it unsettled him. Logan couldn’t understand it, and it gnawed at the edges of his thoughts.

“I don’t trust it,” he muttered to himself. “People like that don’t exist.”

A polite knock at the door interrupted his brooding. Logan growled softly. “What?”

The door creaked open, and Jimmy the clock stepped inside, followed closely by Mrs Potts, the castle’s housekeeper, who had been cursed into the form of a teapot. Her porcelain frame gleamed in the morning light, and her voice, though kind, carried a note of determination.

“Good evening, Master,” Mrs Potts said, her tone brisk.

Logan grunted.

Jimmy waddled closer, his face, painted neatly onto the clock’s surface, tilting slightly upward to look at Logan. “We need to talk about the boy.”

“What about him?” Logan said, leaning back in his chair, feigning disinterest.

Mrs Potts exchanged a knowing glance with Jimmy. “We think he could be the one to break the spell.”

Logan stiffened, his claws scraping lightly against the chair. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Not at all,” Jimmy said gently. “He’s brave, selfless, and kind enough to trade his freedom for his father’s. That kind of heart doesn’t come along every day.”

Logan scoffed. “Yeah, well, I’m sure he’d love to spend the rest of his life with someone like me.”

Mrs Potts spout tilted toward Logan, her version of a stern look. “Someone like you? What does that mean?”

Logan gestured to himself, his claws flexing. “Look at me. I’m a monster. You think someone like him, someone that…beautiful, would ever care about someone like me?”

Jimmy’s voice softened. “Master, you’re not a monster. Not deep down. You’ve made mistakes, sure, but there’s still good in you. We see it every day.”

Logan’s gaze dropped to the floor, his expression unreadable.

“You’ve built these walls around yourself,” Jimmy continued, “but walls can come down. It might just take a little coaxing for the boy to see what we see in you.”

“Coaxing?” Logan grunted, unconvinced.

“Why not start small?” Mrs Potts suggested. “Invite him to dinner. Show him a bit of hospitality.”

“Dinner?” Logan asked, his tone flat. “You think that’s going to make him forget he’s a prisoner here?”

“No,” Jimmy admitted, “but it’s a start. If you want him to see the man beneath the claws, you have to let him.”

Logan frowned, his claws tapping on the chair again as he considered their words. The idea felt ridiculous, inviting someone like Wade, who seemed so out of place in the castle, to dinner with him. But…

The memory of Wade’s tear-filled eyes surfaced again, along with the determination in his voice when he said, “If it means my father is safe, yes.”

“Fine,” Logan said gruffly, rising to his full, towering height. “I’ll ask him.”

Mrs Potts and Jimmy exchanged a quick, triumphant look.

“But don’t expect much,” Logan added, brushing past them toward the door. “I’m not exactly charming dinner company.”

Jimmy chuckled softly. “Baby steps, Master. Baby steps.”

As Logan stalked off, his thoughts were still swirling. He didn’t believe for a second that Wade could ever look past what he was. But a small, treacherous part of him, hidden deep beneath the anger and self-loathing, hoped that Jimmy might be right.

~~

Logan paced the length of the dining hall, his claws clicking against the wooden table as he ran them over the edge. The massive room, usually dark and foreboding, had been prepared with care. The chandelier sparkled, candles burned brightly, and the long dining table was set with gleaming silverware and warm, inviting food.

He didn’t get nervous. Ever. But this? This was new.

“You need to calm down, Master,” Mrs Potts said gently from her perch on a side table. “You’re going to wear a hole in the floor.”

“I am calm,” Logan growled, the tension in his shoulders betraying him.

Vic, standing nearby with his flames flickering, smirked. “You’re about as calm as a rabid dog.”

Jimmy, ever the mediator, cleared his throat. “Master, I’m sure the boy will come. Just give him time.”

Logan grunted, folding his arms as he leaned back against the table. “I sent the message, didn’t I? What’s taking him so long?”

As if on cue, the door creaked open. Logan straightened, his ears twitching slightly.

But it wasn’t Wade.

A small footstool shuffled in awkwardly, its top cushion bouncing as it came to a stop. “Message from the boy, Master,” it squeaked.

Logan’s chest tightened. “What did he say?”

The footstool hesitated, shuffling nervously. Finally, it blurted, “He said…he’s not coming.”

For a moment, the room was silent. Then Logan’s growl rumbled through the air.

“He’s what?” Logan snarled, pushing off the table.

“Master, wait—” Jimmy started, but Logan was already stomping toward the staircase.

~~

Logan stormed up the grand staircase, his heavy footsteps echoing through the halls. Jimmy, Vic, and Mrs Potts scrambled to keep up with him, their smaller forms barely able to match his furious pace.

“Master, please think this through,” Jimmy pleaded, panting slightly as he waddled after him.

“He’s being difficult!” Logan snapped over his shoulder.

Vic was laughing, his flames flickering in amusement. “This is priceless. I wish I had popcorn for this.”

“Vic, hush,” Mrs Potts scolded. “Master, you must try to remain composed. He’s not a servant. He’s a guest. You need to be gentle.”

“I am gentle!” Logan growled, reaching Wade’s door. Without hesitation, he banged on it with his claws, the sound reverberating through the corridor.

“Wade!” Logan barked, his voice rough. “I thought I told you to come down for dinner!”

There was a pause, and then Wade’s voice shouted back from the other side of the door. “I’m not hungry!”

Logan’s jaw tightened, his claws leaving faint scratches on the wood. “You come down to dinner, or…or…I’ll break down this door!”

Jimmy stepped forward cautiously. “Master, I’m not so sure this is the best way to win the boy’s affections…”

Logan turned to glare at him. “But he’s being so difficult!”

Vic leaned against the wall, laughing openly now. “Oh, this is gold. Keep going, Master. You’re really nailing it.”

Mrs Potts, ever the voice of reason, interjected. “Master, you need to calm down. Try to be a gentleman. Be…gentle.”

Logan scowled, he took a deep breath. Turning back to the door, he forced his voice into something resembling calm.

“Would you…please…join me for dinner?” he said, his tone stiff and deadpan.

“No, thank you!” Wade shouted back.

Logan’s eye twitched, and he jabbed a finger at the door, looking back at his servants as though to say, You see what I’m dealing with?

Jimmy stepped forward again. “Master, try again. But…nicer this time.”

Logan sighed heavily, clearly losing patience. “It would please me if you would join me for dinner.”

“Still not hungry!” Wade shouted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “And not in the mood to please other people either!”

Logan’s restraint finally snapped. “FINE! Go ahead and starve!” he roared, pounding the door once more for emphasis.

He turned on his heel, his cape billowing behind him as he stormed back down the hallway. “If he won’t join me for dinner,” he growled over his shoulder, “then he doesn’t eat.”

Jimmy and Mrs Potts exchanged worried glances as they followed him.

“That…didn’t go quite as planned,” Jimmy muttered.

Mrs Potts sighed, shaking her porcelain head. “The boy may be difficult, but the master is impossible.”

Vic, trailing behind them, chuckled. “Oh, I don’t know. That was the best entertainment I’ve had in years.”

The three enchanted objects watched as Logan stomped away, his frustration evident in every step. Somewhere behind them, in the quiet of his room, Wade leaned against the door and sighed.

[lilmissasap]

1610 and reader cuddle session hcs 😄

here we gooooo

an absolute whore fiend for affection and physical touch

likes when you do that thing w/ your nails to massage his scalp

tries to talk to you/ start conversation while ur cuddling

cannot hold said conversation b/c he gets sleepy in ur arms

both miles' are like cats, but 1610 miles is a middle aged cat whos either really energetic or super sluggish whereas 42 is an old and tired bodega cat

in the least suggestive way you absolute horny fucks he is a minor stop being weird absolutely adores skin-skin contact

like he feels like he has to get closer to you

your body weight just flush against him?

10/10, no notes

forehead + nose kisses are absolutely a given

if you get acrylic nails he loves it when you rake them across the nape of his neck

also loves when ur thumb does that lil strokey thing on his hair

100% buys yall matching bonnets/durags

his fave way to cuddle is when his head is on ur chest and he's lying between ur legs stop. don't be weird.

b/c of all his spiderman stuff he's sore most of the time, specifically in his back/traps/shoulders (hello mans literally swings himself using his upper body weight) so when yall r laid up like that you give his upper back lil massages n shit

however

if ur an athlete he def babies u after practice when yall cuddle

like the whole nine

mans is a sweetheart and draws u like a bath or sum (i think 1610 and 42 would both do this tbh) and sits on the edge of the tub/toilet and just talks to you

or gives u a cute lil shoulder massage

if u get ur braids/hair/retwist and your scalp is literally screaming he'll let you lay on top of him with your head on his chest

if u fall asleep w/o ur bonnet/durag/headscarf on he puts it on for you

or sacrifices his hair and puts his on you

back to the original req chile anyway--

like i said he loves skin to skin contact

like mans is fully a baby

also he's a furnace literally 95% of the time, so during the winter u press up against his chest

almost always ends up asleep with his face on ur stomach (either ur bare stomach or his head is literally under ur shirt. if u have a lil (or a lot, honestly mans does not care about ur body type. also side note of me just being queer but when women have that lil pudge/pocket/bulge thing and wear tight skirts/dresses. WHEW. same thing w/ masc women omg teddy bear mascs are adorable. but i also love me some muscles anywho back to the req) pudge, muffin top, hip dip, whatever, he adores it. like fully massages those lil bits of u when ur cuddling. however if ur more muscly/ toned in ur stomach area he loves that too, esp tracing the muscle lines, like ur obliques or abs if you have them)

like i said he gets rly tired in ur presence cs you make him feel safe so when ur cuddling he gets all mumbly and his movements are all thick and syrupy and he gets to be a lil drowsy baby

yall ever seen those tiktoks w/ couples cooking and one of them is on their partners back? yeah, that's yall

"miles i have homework" *muffled in your stomach/neck w his arms wrapped around you* nuh uh "fuck you mean nuh uh?"\

its such a struggle to end cuddle sessions w him, literally the both of u want to stay tangled up like that together forever

when ur over his house and rio and jeff are home the two of you literally just fall asleep on the couch while cuddling

yall are that couple that sleeps and cuddles together all the time

u know that text chain that's like 'after class can i take a nap in your bed' "yeah" 'with you?' "duh" 'omg im so excited'

thats yall

rio and jeff literally had to bribe you to go on dates that weren't sleeping on the couch while watching movies

after the events of atsv he literally just wants to cuddle

i hope this what ur looking for anon!

xoxo,

rae <3

[inoreuct]

Headcanons for Zoro and Sanji as Hades and Persephone? 👀

HERE WE GOOOOO. buckle up. this is LONG.

sanji’s persephone. the breathtakingly beautiful god of spring, kind and charming with wit sharper than a grain scythe and a marvellous capacity for divine rage. he’s a whiz in the kitchen (it’s sanji. duh.) and has a green thumb to boot; up on the surface he has a garden that’s his pride and joy, where he grows his own fruits and herbs and vegetables and rare blooms, occupying a plot of land together with the cottage that he and zeff (more on him later) stay at whenever they can.

zoro’s hades. intimidating as all hell (heh), has a MAJOR resting bitch face, and a three-headed dog with the heads named wado, kitetsu and enma. he’s a good man, just VERY emotionally constipated and he’s never had to woo anyone before; it should be illegal for someone that powerful to be so awkward but he IS.

he goes up to the surface one day to take care of underworld business, something about dead souls escaping— and he sees sanji in his garden, on his knees in the dirt, gathering herbs with his hair a mess, golden as the sun and all over his face and when he flips it aside to talk to zeff his smile is even brighter. zoro feels his heart lurch so hard he wonders if he’d gotten cardiac arrest.

and as previously mentioned, zoro has NO IDEA how to talk to this beautiful— god? nymph? human?? he doesn’t know. he doesn’t care. he wants to get to know his mystery guy but he doesn’t want to freak him out, so he just thinks FUCK IT I’LL BRING HIM TO MY HOME AND FIGURE IT OUT FROM THERE. totally not a bad idea.

zeff’s demeter. protective, sometimes TOO protective, the god of agriculture practically raised sanji himself; barely anyone even knows that he HAS a son. he has fields upon fields of grain; rice, oats, wheat, whatever sanji requires to cook and bake to his heart’s content. the entire valley where their cottage resides is known to be zeff’s territory, and he doesn’t hesitate to rain holy vengeance down on whoever trespasses.

which is why zeff is so mad when zoro pops out of the literal dirt and whisks sanji away. it’s not fun for any of the human farmers on earth that day.

when zoro brings him to the underworld, sanji’s pissed as fuck; kicks and yells the whole way down, then knees him in the balls and nearly rips out one of his earrings before strutting off like he already owns the place. what about his garden? zeff? all the humans he has a soft spot for?? who the fuck does this king of the underworld think he is, plucking sanji out of his life like this?

meanwhile, zoro lies there curled up on the ground as wado licks at his face, and for the first time in his life he wonders if making a plan would have been a better idea. he asks his shades to gather information and learns that sanji’s the god of spring, zeff’s son in all the ways that matter; but even if he hadn’t been a god, zoro would have easily made him immortal if he’d wished. the thought is wild and so out of character for him that he sits there for even longer until the shades tell him that sanji’s demanding to talk to him.

sanji finds the throne room but on the way he’d already passed multiple chambers filled with gold, crystals, extremely rare night-blooming plants— he walked by a cave with its walls encrusted with rubies as big as his head. but he misses the sun. he misses his flowers and his herbs and fuck, he had a bundle of rosemary drying in the kitchen. he really hopes he’ll get to see it again.

the shades are all polite, if a little wary, but they seem to relax more when he smiles at them. the throne room is massive, a cavern with stalactites dripping from the ceiling and ending in wicked points, and the throne itself is a twisted amalgamation of iron and volcanic glass, gold and bleached bone and pure, sparkling diamond.

he doesn’t even flinch when zoro enters with his sweeping black cloak and his liquid, inky shadows, just pulls his lip up in a sneer; he doesn’t give a shit who this big shot is. doesn’t care for the crown of ivory and obsidian set atop his brow. he knows where he is, knows exactly who he’s dealing with, and he stomps right up to zoro, shoves a finger in his chest and says, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing.”

the shades obviously didn’t see the whole getting-kneed-in-the-family-jewels spectacle, because there is a collective audible gasp. the court goes deadly quiet. zoro feels his shadows subconsciously swirl around him, building the silhouette behind his back into something out of a nightmare, but he makes an effort to disperse them as soon as sanji looks.

“i want. to court you,” he ekes out, eyes big and mouth pinched, and sanji suddenly realises that this man is just very, very awkward and obviously has not interacted with many living people for a very long time.

and no matter about anything else, zoro looks earnest. he takes a deep breath and his shoulders shift beneath his cloak, lifting his chin— but his expression screams pleasesayyespleasesayyespleasesayyes and sanji… doesn’t have the heart to say no. what will a few days hurt, right?

so they come to an agreement. sanji will spend a month in the underworld and allow zoro to court him, and if by the end of that time he doesn’t want to stay, zoro would personally see to it that he got home safe. he isn’t a prisoner, either; he is free to wander in the upper world for half the day. twelve hours of sunshine, and twelve hours in zoro’s domain.

if sanji’s honest with himself, the underworld honestly isn’t bad; zoro spares no expense to ensure he's comfortable even though he doesn't come see sanji himself very often in the beginning.

(sanji doesn't know it yet, but it’s because zoro's deathly terrified of sanji genuinely hating/fearing him or the underworld, or not being happy. he'd brought sanji down because he'd fallen hard and fast in love but if sanji ever truly did want to leave, it wouldn’t be a question. zoro would send him back up with his weight in jewels and gold as recompense.)

it's a little lonely, but not horrible; sanji befriends the shades and talks to the passing spirits, and word spreads that the king's crush (oh, zoro would have a conniption if he heard) is to be treated with the utmost respect, not just because of the order zoro proclaimed but because he deserves it. sanji is kind and understanding and snarky and fun to be around, but he also gives solid advice and he's a good bit more emotionally aware than zoro. the shades haven’t gossiped this much in years and honestly zoro’s concerned about their work ethic, but he walks past a tea-spilling session one day and hears sanji giggle and all thoughts of stopping it fly right out of his brain.

zoro snoops around secretly and finds out that sanji’s birthday is within the month. the last day of their stipulated month, in fact. so he calls in a favour from luffy (apollo!! the sun god!! his best friend!!). he spends two weeks, almost three in a cave he’d picked out, carefully pulling gemstones and groundwater to the surface, getting his shades to bring down soil and seeds and consulting with dead farmers about how the hell he’s supposed to pull off what he wants to pull off, because he HAS to pull it off.

all the while, he’s still courting sanji; having tea with the god of spring, trying not to embarrass himself and mainly just trying to win sanji over. he gets so enthralled by sanji recounting a story once that he drops an entire crystal teapot, heart hammering as one of his shades phase through the ground and catches it before it can shatter. sanji looks a little perplexed about how it suddenly disappeared, but zoro urges him to go on and he lets it go.

(zoro had never been that panicked in his entire immortal life.)

i can’t believe it WE NEED A PART 2 I’M OUT OF CHARACTERS

(part 2 here)

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

inspired by @alastcrs's chaggie comic, a sequel of sorts XD

Vaggie: "Sweetie, tell me you didn't give Sir Pentious dating advice."

Charlie: "No? I didn't?"

Vaggie: "Then babe what did you do?"

Charlie: "I just showed you off a little~"

Vaggie: (groaning) "The picture thing? The, have you seen my girlfriend joke? Again?"

Charlie: "Yep! Why?"

Vaggie: "We have to go save Pentious from Cherri Bomb."

Charlie: "Why would we need to- oh no. Oh, noooo-"

Vaggie: "Oh fucking yes."

-elsewhere and in danger-

Sir Pentious: (at random sinner) "Have you sssseen Miss Cherri Bomb~? Ssshe-"

Cherri Bomb: "DUDE WHATE THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?"

Sir Pentious: "-ah, I am, apprecsssiating you-?"

Cherri Bomb: "BY HELPING THE BOUNTRY HUNTERS FIND ME???"

Sir Pentious: "What- no! No I only, I wassss merely-"

Cherri Bomb: "THAT'S MY WANTED POSTER, DICK HEAD!"

Sir Pentious: "Well. Ah. Yesss."

Cherri Bomb: "GIVE IT HERE SO I CAN BURN IT"

Sir Pentious: (clutching wanted poster to chest) "Pleassse Cherri, noooo! It issssss, the only quality photo of you that I possessss-!"

Cherri Bomb: "Then just ASK me for another one like a normal person! Or stalk me like a normal creep! ANYTHING THAT DOESN'T END WITH WITH ME STUFFED AND MOUNTED ON SOME OVERLORD'S FUCKING WALL!!! Like, fuck- do you KNOW how much important shit I've blown up???"

Sir Pentious: "Oh yessss! You are very accomplissshed!" (beaming) "The weaponsss casssche last from year was essspecssially beautiful! All thossse, ssssecondary explosionssss...~"

Cherri Bomb: "YOU'RE gonna be a secondary explosion if you don't hand that poster over Right Now."

Sir Pentious: "Erm, before I do ssso... might I humbly requessst a replasscement photo of-"

Cherri Bomb: "No." (lights fuse) "Let go or go sky high with it."

Sir Pentious: "AH-!"

Charlie: (running) "Pen!" (skids to stop and grabs vaggie) "Holy shit that's a bomb- PEN JUST LET IT GO!!!"

Vaggie: "Pentious drop and take cover! It's not worth it!"

Sir Pentious: "But- sssshe ISSS worth-"

Cherri Bomb: "Bye bitch." (tosses bomb) (Runs)

Sir Pentious: "Ah, ssh-"

KABLOOMY

Vaggie: "...."

Charlie: "......"

Vaggie: "...we're gonna add self-worth sessions and healthy relationship boundary workshops to the hotel activities list, yeah?"

Charlie: "Oh yes. Definitely."

(splat) (splatter) (Splotch)

Charlie: "After, um, after Pen's collected himself a bit."

Vaggie: "Yeah... Maybe hold back on the 'i love my girlfriend' jokes around him too?"

Charlie: "....I'll." (pained grimace) "Try."

Vaggie: "All I ask, babe." (smooches her cheek) "C'mon. Let's gather up our snake man and head home."

Charlie: (sighs) "It would've worked if he'd just had a better picture-"

Vaggie: "Charlie."

Charlie: "They're cute together! He's all over her- it's adorable!"

Vaggie: "He's all over the street right now."

Charlie: "She used one of her better bombs on him this time." (picks up an arm and part of pentious's tail) "That has to mean something, right??"

Vaggie: "More work for us."

Charlie: "Hmm~ I bet you they kiss before the next extermination~"

Vaggie: "Sweetie." (grabs other arm and the torso) "If they kiss before one of them DIES I'll count it as your win."

Charlie: "No other time limit?"

Vaggie: "None."

Charlie: "And the prize if I win...?"

Vaggie: "Extra kisses. And I'll join your Cherri x Pentious group chat."

Charlie: "DEAL!"

Vaggie & Charlie: (shake pentious's hands over it)

-one kiss and death later-

>user (SpearOfSappho) has joined group BOMBSIRWAY FOREVR!!!

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SpearOfSappho: charlie im so sorry

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cute'n'cuddlycapricorn: ! THEY KISSED AND NO ONE EVEN TOOK ANY PICS OF IT!!!!

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[menlove]

Hey have you read any good McLennon fix-its

OH BOY HAVE I. i love mclennon fix-its they genuinely heal my soul & they're for sure my favorite i'm ngl. here we gooooo. just pulling from my bookmarks in no particular order...

favorites have a 💖 next to them!

blood on the tracks by mynamesbetty

gen-mature. 66k modern au, 11 part series, eventual fix-it. He was a grown man, a rock star, richer than Croesus, emotionally stable, and more than capable of handling a surprise visit from his ex-husband. Paul married John when he was eighteen and divorced him at twenty-nine. Two years later, John pays Paul a visit.

'til touchdown brings me round again to find by wardo_weditit

explicit. 12k. It was one thing when he was doing this for Elton—yeah, because of a bet, but mostly because Elton is his friend and he wants to support him. It was just a one-off thing that seemed like it could be fun, or cool, or maybe even memorable. But now, if Paul’s going to be there, it takes on a hell of a lot more meaning because that’s the way it goes, that’s what things with Paul always do. Or, Paul comes to see John's surprise appearance at Elton's show, and grand gestures abound.

here you come again by harmonising

mature. 16k. (take this one w a grain of salt i can't remember if it's a full fix it? but well. john's alive, so) 1982. John comes back to England. He and Paul spend a weekend together.

Grow Old With Me by inherownwrite 💖

explicit. 8k. Paul breaks his arm, and John panics.

and when broken bodies are washed ashore (who am i to ask for more) by wardo_wedidit 💖

mature. 39k. “Jesus, took you long enough,” John says, adjusting the duffle over his shoulder. “Thought I might be out here til morning at this rate.” For a second he wonders if he’s drunker than he thought, but no. As far as he can tell, it is still 1980, and he hasn’t seen or so much as spoken to John in ten years. Or, John comes to stay with Paul in Scotland to ride out the press storm of his divorce to Yoko, and Paul learns to stop running away.

i was a younger man then (now) (post hoc) by fingersfallingupwards 💖

mature. 27k. (i'm not kidding i think this one is my favorite ever mclennon fics. it's only 27k but it feels like an entire novel. this lives in my head rent free forever. this is my heartstopper or whatever the kids are saying) John’s twelve when a bloke appears from a flaming pie and says, “From this day forward you are Beatles with an ‘a.’” The bloke is Paul. Or: paul and john meet at all ages and eras and john is the time-traveler’s wife the way only john lennon can be

Stop all the clocks by javelinbk

mature. 30k. For the following kink meme prompt: ‘1967. After Brian dies, Paul decides not to go ahead with MMT, and takes John up to Scotland for a month instead.’ Also based on the following comment on said prompt: ‘pls someone let them fuck tenderly in 1967’

I Need My Love to Be Here by notgrungybitchin

explicit. 8k. After John gets his first panic attack in Hamburg, he starts to realize that Paul might be the only person who can bring him back to himself.

[strawberryhenisey]

Good morning Denise, a request please, from ror Apollo x reader daughter of Teztlatipoca, as Apollo tries to date the reader, but she doesn't pay attention to him because of his play boy attitude. thank you so much

Hellooo sorry for the long wait on this one😭 I was inactive and I had to do a few research on this god so here you gooooo

Apollo is such a menacing god, in fact you've heard of him many times

You've also seen him many times when he attempts to court you

He's trying to court you many times that your father had to tell him to back off

Did he listen though? Absolutely! Not

This stubborn god ain't the type to give up so easily, after all he's too full of himself to not do the best he can

"Such a beautiful goddess such as you, deserves a beautiful god!" The man said to you as you completely just ignored him

He's still trying to persuade you so you did what you have to do

You shape shift as a jaguar, just like your father (correct me if I'm wrong but in my research it says that tezcatlipoca cab transform and shape shift into a jaguar)

Did that stop Apollo from chasing you? Absolutely! Not

He's very stubborn and he didn't stop chasing you bro (I suddenly remember the audio this is my pet duck Adam going for his first swim)

"My beautiful sunflower! Why do you keep on running from me! I mean look at me I'm such a bright god! Pun intended"

Well you didn't have any choice because the moment you were about to run he literally put a handcuff in your wrist

The other cuff is in his wrist too

"Thank you to Hephaestus he's a real one bro we now have matching bracelets!"

Sorry if the last scenarios are silly, I just wanna make it a lil silly because I love light hearted things aka I'm just not a serious person. Anyways thank you for reading!

[bluemooniegif]

A college!Ihareno ficlet that will most likely turn into a full-blown fic? on your dash? More likely than you'd think!

Some basics that I'm gonna work into the story as a whole if I ever get around to writing it:

Iharu Furuhashi as a third-year biochemical engineering student. Do I know anything about biochemical engineering? No. Would he be the best employee Izumo Tech has ever seen? Absolutely.

Reno Ichikawa as a first-year music composition major. I do know a bunch about music... not that I've ever set foot in a composition class. I've heard the horror stories, though.

Anyway. Two idiots who think they have Absolutely Nothing In Common until the clubs start their meetings, and it turns out most of their interests (and friends) align. Chaos ensues. I'll shut up and give you the fic now okay I'm sorry here we gooooo !!!

"I told you you should've submitted your application earlier," Haruichi gripes, surveying the empty dorm with slight contempt.

"Well," Iharu snarls, "I was fucking busy. Housing wasn't exactly my priority when I was being fucked five ways to Sunday by literally everything in my life."

"You can just say the breakup was bad," Haruichi sighs, and Iharu's scowl deepens.

"Whatever," he drops his backpack onto the nearest desk chair, "it's done. I'm here now, I'll fuckin' deal with whoever rooms with me when he gets here."

"He's a first-year," Aoi supplies, opting to ignore Iharu's gawking as he shoulders his way in, two heavy boxes stacked in his arms. "Said so on the board. You should really start checking those."

"A greenie?" Haruichi whistles. "Bad luck, Furu."

"Thanks guys," Iharu quips, using his keys to tear into the first box Aoi sets down with more vigour than is probably necessary. "Always good to know I've got your unconditional empathy and support."

"We got you, man," Haruichi claps him on the back hard enough for him to wheeze, then slips quickly to the other end of the room. He fishes out a textbook and pretends to consider it to avoid being glared at.

Another hand falls onto Iharu's shoulder, much more gently. "It might not be that bad," Aoi says in that annoyingly passive tone he uses when he wants Iharu to shut up and calm down. "We can't judge anything about a person without meeting them first."

Iharu rolls his eyes and shifts away with an armful of clothes. "You know how greenies are, though," he pulls open the closet door with his foot, half-ducking inside to shove whatever he can into the drawers. "They're loud, and annoying, and have no sense of general etiquette. They dunno how to use the campus map, or the dining hall, or the fuckin' rotating doors. They're useless! Plus," he shoves the now-full drawer closed and wonders absently why the other two have gone so quiet, "I've done my time rooming with one. Having to do this again is, like, divine punishmen-"

When he closes the closet door and looks back towards Aoi, Iharu notices that there's someone standing in the doorway. Two someones, both with varying degrees of disgust written across their faces. The boy in front is staring at Iharu with an eyebrow raised, and he thinks to himself, Oh. Beautiful.

"Hello," the boy says, deadpan. "Annoying greenie roommate, Reno Ichikawa, here to deliver divine punishment."

"Oh," Iharu sputters, and he thinks he hears Haruichi drop something heavy with a curse- the textbook. He hopes it landed on the bastard's toes. "Oh, shit."

//

heheheeeeeeee

This is what inspired me to choose their majors btw:

Whew... anyway

[majorproblems77]

Recalled updated! Okay okay okay im very excited about this lets gooooo!

HI!

How are yall doing? I've been freed, (then I got sick haha.) We are back with the final part of Directionless and we find the main group inside Hyrule castle trying to figure out what to do next.

With some shenanigans along the way.

Okay, time for the important things! Recalled and all panels belong to @recalled11 and its wonderful artist @l3ominor. Go check it out!

You can find the comic page here!

Now, it is time for snacks and drinks, Let's do this! :D

Backgrounds my beloved, you get so much story telling from just this one shot it's great.

MAlon and Time and helping Wild gather information, Sky is resting his leg while flower and Sun discuss something.

Hmm, Sky's looking very serious right now. What's on your mind blorbo?

Look at him run. I love him.

Yoink.

This makes me chuckle. I love when we get Wild shenanigans.

I love how casual he is about this. But I'm gonna note something here.

The orange glow of what I assume is ultrahand. Which would be it, If this next panel didn't exist.

Wild's eye is glowing orange. The eye which changes colour when he's looking at the orb.

So Wild's eye changes colour based on what ability he is using.

Confusion and joy.

Like ust look at these guys

These two are just cackling at Time's expense. And Wild's shenanigans and I totally agree.

The man is still holding his hands out like he's still holding the books.

Flower's little pen for her pura pad. I love it. I can only assume She's got a little diagram on her screen which is just chaos

What's on the paper captain? I hope you didn't tear it out of your book.

I wonder if it's a group drawing of the war heroes looking at a reference picture while trying to find information would make sense. Depending on the length of time it's been since he was fighting that war.

Hiding something are we captain?

I reckon he's trying to figure out just who Time is. And has dug out a picture from the war. (Im unsure, do we get Big Brother Captain? Because I live for Big Brother Captain)

interesting we get symbols for these heroes.

What's the problem Time? Are you looking at someone who you recognise and now he's mentioned your hero title you dont want to talk about it?

Look at Malon, She's like 'You have gotta tell him.'

And Captain looks sad about it. Which tells me that he knows and that he's waiting for Time to approach him.

Thats interesting. We know we get Midna as a companion in Hyrule Warriors. And I assume that Fi mentioned Sky at one point.

I sense some Angst in our future.

Sun putting her hand on Sky's shoulder like that gives me life. i love these two a healthy amount okay.

Also these backgrounds are pretty, I love the triangle behind Sun and Sky here. Thats' Wisdom On the triforce (If observed on the left hand). And considering that sun is in the centre of the frame. I find this interesting. Maybe because they are learning a lot of information right now?

Okay, so you may be wondering who says this line on the left here. I was too. I reckon it's Sky. As a shock response to being mentioned by Captain.

Mainly because From the angle of the speech bubble and the location of the heroes in relation to Wild, it only gives a few heroes. Mainly Sky and Sun.

Sky asking this makes sense as he and sun are the newest to the group at this point.

Okay now its the time for the big one'

The orb. (Or compass,)

I've taken the time to translate the words I can identify and have extrapolated the rest of them from there. The language is Sheika, and most of these words are what (From what I understand) Is what Wild himself identifies each hero as.

So we have, (Rapid fire style)

Hero of Wind

Hero of Spriits

Hero of Sky

Hero of Time

Captain

Me

These all say, Unknown.

A little more on this as well.

This circle around this orange arrow. I believe this is the arrow that Wild has chosen for them to approach. Orange if I had to give you a guess is Twilight's colour. Mainly from this bit before.

Backgrounds give a lot of information by themselves. This looks like a Twili portal.

The reason Wild chose that is unknown to me. During one of his adventures, he encountered Wolfie. So it makes sense. Maybe he was able to identify his name as Twilight. Or called the wolf that himself.

I suppose the next arc will give us more information!

Woo! Adventure time! :D

Okay, thats enough of me rambling.

Thanks for hanging out with me today! I love this comic so it's always a pleasure to write these!

:D

Now I hope you all have a wonderful day!

[2minutesnotice]

Give us headcannons please!! :)

HERE WE GOOOOO!

Polycule Headcanons

✨Stolitz/Fizzmodeus 🦎🦉🐸🐓✨

✨It was actually Blitzø who initiated it. As he started to connect with Fizz again he was sure he just had this childhood/teen crush thing and would get over it. Surprise, it wouldn't. It got worse. And since he was in a steady relationship with Stolas at this point and Fizz and Ozzie were definitely marriage material, it took some time to collect the courage to mention it.

✨Fizz was unsure if Ozzie would be okay with it, they had shared a bed with others but being in a relationship was a totally different thing. He also was not sure how to address the fact that maybe he has feelings for Blitzø? Like, he was pretty sure he had buried that very very deep.

✨ When they all sat together to discuss and reflect their relationships, they started with just putting down the facts. Since Blitzø started the whole thing, he made sure that he won't do anything unless Ozzie was in it AND Stolas. If anyone would be uncomfortable he had to get over his feelings and would try to make it as easy as possible for everyone .

✨ Stolas and Ozzie are not in love (yet). They're still in a dating phase, they pleasure each other, respect each other and they're fine with everything their imps bring on the table.

✨ Since dating 4 people is very very time consuming, Fizz made a schedule/calendar. It's not to be taken TOO seriously but they can put in their dating plans, when they're a No Touchy Day or they have to cancel plans because of work or just not being in the mood.

✨ They don't life together (yet). Blitzø moved into the palace but still has his apartment he sometimes goes back to. Loona moved out (on good terms) a while ago. Blitzø still sleeps on the couch when he's in his apartment, since he can't get over himself to move into Loonas old room.

Stolas is still at the palace but plans to move into a smaller mansion (with a garden and greenhouse). His divorce went through, Via is fighting to live with him since she had a very serious conversation with her therapist how to spot a toxic parent 🙃

Fizz and Ozzie still are in the Lust Ring and don't plan to move anytime soon.

✨ In this version of mine, Fizz is a Trans!Man. He prefers to call himself a man and identifies as such, but has his fluid days sometimes.

✨ Fizz has No Touchy Days, where he's very easily overstimulated by body contact. He is okay with reaching out himself but does not like to be touched.

✨ They use the ample system for consent and boundaries. Before every session they will ask for the color of their partner. It seems a bit excessive but if you have 4 people in an intimate relationship, communication is the key.

✨ Everyone is on the same terms for

GREEN: I'm good, you can touch me in any way, but I can change my mind.

YELLOW: I'm not in the mood, I don't want to start something yet, I'm okay with just being close but please don't start something sexual until I initiate it.

We need to slow down, I'm hurting but it's not that bad yet, I have something to say (yes even in the middle of it).

RED: It's a clear stop. No touching, keep your distance. Something doesn't feels right.

They also have a clear finger sign system if someone is gagged.

✨ Full Moon Dates are Blitzø and Stolas dates. They don't have sex then, they just date and chill, to put something domestic and nice into that date.

✨ So far, their Polycule is only known by close family members and friends. The media does not know. Stolas wants grass to grow over the divorce (Stella made a media spectacle out of it) and Fizz and Ozzie are still in pending what the consequences of their relationship is.

✨ Blitzø and Ozzie have a weirdly close relationship and maybe a few shared kinks lol

💖 I've tried to put it all together but I guess there's more lol I'm just taking a bath and tried to remember the early ideas 💖

Feel free to ask more 💖

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Creepypasta pride headcanons because its pride month

i dont think im gonna tag this since its just personal hcs and i rarely include my personal lgbt hcs in my normal posts shrugshrug.. asides nina, i use my personal hcs for nina in normal posts because those hcs are so deeply ingrained in how i perceive them LMAO notes: not an x reader post, VERY short post, as mentioned above the only character hcs that effect my main writing is ninas hcs the others so not control my normal x reader posts that get requested! if any characters have confirmed identities from their creators LET ME KNOW! i dont keep up with stuff outside of the original stories!

SLENDERMAN

doesnt really do labels and doesnt really know any. he does know that there are different identities but its not really anything that matters to him. responds to any pronouns though! grayromantic, or even aromantic, same with sexual attraction!

SPLENDORMAN

knows about identities and labels a bit thanks to interacting with humans! is fine with any pronouns but defaults to he/it/they! pansexual demiromantic! hip hip hooray!

TRENDERMAN

similar to splendor with the "knows identities and what they are/mean" thing. primarily uses he/him pronouns but sometimes uses it! attracted to men and masc presenting folk! asexual

JEFF THE KILLER

trans female to male, uses he/him pronouns! bisexual king, has no real preference i think... not much to say here! a lot of these are going to be short!

JANE THE KILLER

i hop between headcanoning her being lesbian or bisexual with a HEAVY lean to women. alternatively i can see her being a lesbian who IDs as bi/unaware that they arent actually attracted to men. uses she/her pronouns

BEN DROWNED

little guy

LAUGHING JACK

knows about labels and stuff but jack personally is unlabeled and just doesnt care about putting any names to how he feels. responds to any pronouns, perhaps GNC because he has many interests that are usually associated with both genders... attracted to all genders, develops crushes easily so i dont think he falls under the aro spectrum if he were to pick any labels

EYELESS JACK

unlabeled for the most part but he does have "maybe" identifiers to help communicate what he knows he likes/identifies as! uses he/they pronouns, demiromantic! attracted to both sexes, fine with dating all genders

LAUGHING JILL

demiromantic lesbian, demigirl me thinks! uses she/they/it pronouns

NINA THE KILLER

genderfluid and uses any pronouns at any given time, truly does not care how you refer to them! pansexual

MASKY

demiromantic and asexual uses any pronouns but tends to use he/it :)! no preference for gender in terms of dating

HOODIE

panromantic and demisexual, i think! him and masky are probably the least developed in terms of these sorts of hcs so these hcs are likely to change! uses he/it pronouns though tends to default to he/him

TICCI TOBY

uses just he/him pronouns, i think hes questioning a lot of his stuff and for the most part just labels himself as questioning. exploring isnt really his priority, he kind of just lets what feels right guide him when navigating relationships! can see him being a demiboy but not knowing of the label/being aware... but on the other hand he gives such trans man vibes.. double headcanon like jane- i can see toby as either or! we love multi sets of hcs in this house

Edit: Toby's confirmed bisexual let's fucking GOOOOO!! Question/unsure to bisexual pipeline by beloved + my personal experience (I no longer ID as bi BUT!!!!!)