#the one doesn't have any more energy to fight or he is on the verge of passing out

[roboyomo]

this took longer than expected eughwhdhwe. (mimicking @trainingdummyrabbit's artstyle Again ^_^ thamk you for permission pik,, o7)

alt text version cuz i felt like it

[hisui-dreamer]

we are one

Characters: Trey, Ruggie, Rook, Sebek

Synopsis: You shared a night of passion with your lover before you left for the other side of the mirror, but fate's cruel hands strike once again as you realise you have to raise his child alone in your original world. Thankfully, your child is incredibly drawn to magic, and they opened a portal...?

Tags: slight angst, fluffy end because im a sap, fem reader, reader gives birth to a child, reunions

Word count: 4.5k+

Notes: im sorry this took so long lol, but part 4 is finally here!!

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A few months passed as you settled back into your routine at home. Eventually, with the noticeable changes in your body, it dawned on you that you were with child—his child, your lover from the other side of the mirror whom you could no longer reach.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turn into months. You had adapted to the trials and tribulations of parenthood. Juggling the responsibilities of work, childcare, and household chores was no easy feat, but you found solace in the small moments of your child's growth and development.

Your child was a true joy to behold, a mirror image of their father in many ways, and you often see the ghost of your past lover in them. Having inherited his magic, your child experimented with their powers, leaving you to support them with what limited knowledge of magic that remained from your NRC days.

On one such experiment, your environment started to shift as a wave of magical energy engulfed you. When you opened your eyes again, he was there, right in front of you—

Shizuka (靜菓) with 静 meaning "quiet, still, calm" and 菓 meaning "confectionery, sweets, pastry"

your daughter had silky green hair the colour of fresh matcha and golden yellow eyes that were reminiscent of fresh honey

you named your daughter after her father's dislike of noise and his culinary abilities that never failed to amaze the whole of Heartslabyul

she's rather a quiet child, not very loud but too quiet either

she gets along with other kids perfectly fine, and she doesn't mind sharing or taking a step back at all, always choosing to go with the flow and not get worked up over small things

honestly she's really a mature kid

also just really good at being a peacekeeper and stopping other kids from getting into big fights

buut she does have a mischievous side and may tease her friends when she's in the mood to

at home, she's pretty obedient and will listen to you, but there are moments when she sneaks around

loves helping you with cooking, and her eyes sparkle when she's baking with you

she loves sweets and desserts, but thanks to your warnings about her dental health, she does stop herself from eating too much sugar

is slightly freaked out about cavities so don't you worry, she'll never need any reminding about brushing her teeth or late night snacks

when it comes to school, she doesn't put in too much effort, but you can tell she'd be excellent if she cared more about her grades

which is clearly shown when fixates on learning magic, always so focused that you'll have to call her twice before she snaps out of her trance

you can't blame her for giving it her all though, after all, you've never seen her more excited than when you told her how amazing a person her father is, calm and soothing like a gentle summer rain

once she puts her heart to it, there's really no stopping her

so on another normal evening, as you were cooking dinner while she was studying on the kitchen counter, you found yourself enveloped by a soft light

when you open your eyes, you find yourself standing outside a charming bakery, the fragrance of roses engulfing your senses

and peering through the bakery windows, was the man you had yearned for all these years

It was just a normal day of running the bakery for Trey. With the sun on the verge of setting, he began preparations for closing, when the soft chime of the bell announced a new customer's arrival. He turned around, catching sight of you. His eyes widened in surprise, mirroring the disbelief in your own.

Before words could be exchanged, Trey rushed past the counter. The warmth of his embrace enveloped you as he pulled you close. The years melted away, and the two of you were transported back to a time when you always had each other.

"Is this real?" he wondered aloud, your hearts pounding in sync.

You nodded into his shoulder, tears flowing freely down your cheeks. He pulled back slightly, brushing away your tears as his gaze softened, a warm smile gracing his lips.

"It's been a long time," he whispered. "I missed you so much."

he's just holding you tight, crying as he thanks the heavens for being so lucky to have you in his life again

trey returned to his hometown after graduation, helping out and eventually inheriting the family bakery

he loved incorporating your favourite foods into the store's selection, adding some new desserts from your world that you taught him, and always reminiscing on those tender moments when it was just the two of you in the kitchen

he always knew you had to go home eventually, but that didn't stop him from wishing you could be his life-long partner, supporting each other through thick and thin

so he's beyond grateful and excited to know you and his daughter(?!) shared the feelings even though you were apart

he's rather surprised about said daughter, but there would be no denying how similar they looked

shizuka is a bit nervous, tugging your skirt as she stares curiously at her supposed father

but Trey very quickly makes her feel at home, his warm smiles and even warmer hugs melting away all her nervousness!

he closes the bakery for a few days to help the two of you settle down a bit

this involves reunions with friends and of course, the clover family, who welcome you and their granddaughter with open arms

the clovers are just really really glad their son finally has someone in his life and that he seems a lot more energised now

Shizuka is very quickly introduced to uncle riddle!! who is very surprised but delighted by the behaving little girl who seems to stick to him a lot

uncle deuce and ace also get along with her wonderfully!! especially when Shizuka wants to play around with riddle for a bit hahaha

don't forget uncle cater who flies instantly to meet his new adorable niece and show her off on magicam!!

the three of you settle into a nice rhythm and you help out trey at the bakery now

Trey is very very affectionate with you always, pecking you on the cheek or nuzzling into your neck any chance he can get

Shizuka loves helping out whenever she can too!! she loves learning from her papa and sometimes will just spend hours watching him work

all in all, a blissful, simple family that Trey had always dreamed of, but never would he have believed he was so blessed to have the two of you come back to him

Trey gazed at the young girl, her silky green hair catching the light in a way that seemed surreal. With a heart full of emotions, he approached her hesitantly, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

"Shizuka, was it?" he spoke softly, the name lingering on his lips like a prayer. "It's so nice to meet you."

Shizuka's gaze flickered from Trey to you, seeking reassurance. With a gentle nod from you, she turned her attention back to him, her eyes studying him intently.

Trey knelt to her level, his heart racing. "I know this might be a lot to take in, but I'm your father."

She took a small step forward, cautious but curious. Trey extended his hand tentatively, offering a warm smile. Without a word, Shizuka reached out, placing her small hand in his.

A soft smile graced her lips, mirroring the warmth reflected in Trey's eyes. With a tentative but genuine embrace, Trey enveloped his daughter in his arms, tears cascading down his cheeks. Shizuka, feeling the sincerity in his embrace, wrapped her arms around him as well, a sense of belonging beginning to bloom within her.

Kenji (賢至) with 賢 meaning "intelligence, wisdom, cleverness" and 至 meaning "to arrive at, to reach, to come to"

Kenji (賢至) with 賢 meaning "intelligence, wisdom, cleverness" and 至 meaning "to arrive at, to reach, to come to"

your son had the softest hair the colour of wheat, and blue eyes that reminded you of cloudy skies

you named your son after how clever his father was, and his endless determination to reach his goals

he's a really sweet kid, always eager to help around and even others when he notices they're in need

you've heard about the many experiences his father had when he grew up, so you've tried your hardest to make sure Kenji wouldn't have to go through them, knowing it's what your hyena would've wanted

but even then, he's never complained about not having enough, there's a subtle wisdom to him that really mirrors his father

though he differs from him in that he's always willing to share, because he knows not everyone can be so lucky

he may not be too good at haggling prices, but his puppy dog eyes work just as well!

he loves doing chores with you, always smiling and laughing that familiar laugh as he helps you sweep the floor while he tells you about his day

he loves cuddles and kisses!!! his favourite part of the day is climbing into your warm bed to wrap his arms around you, asking you for a goodnight kiss and sometimes even bedtime stories

his ears and tails are a bit of a problem, so you keep his hair a bit long to hide the ears, or just say they're fun accessories

you've told him how his father's determination to support his family and community shined through even in unfortunate circumstances, the resourceful and intelligent man he became and you fell in love with

his blue-grey eyes almost resembled a clear sky when he listened to you, asking you more and more questions about this amazing person

he'll try learning more to be like him, but his kind nature stops him from being too schemey

he's not exactly academic weapon material, but he's pretty quick at absorbing information and putting it into practice

and with lots of determination and practice, he somehow manages to manifest the very thing the two of you wanted, and before your eyes was the man who never failed to make you laugh with him

As Ruggie's eyes adjusted, your figure slowly came into focus, revealing the very person who took his heart with them. "Prefect...?" He whispered, his voice a mix of disbelief and overwhelming joy.

His usually carefree expression shifted to one of disbelief, and then a bittersweet smile spread across his face as the tears welled up in his eyes. Without a second thought, he rushed towards you, sweeping you into a tight embrace.

"You're here... You're really here, right?" Ruggie mumbled, his voice choked with emotion.

You nodded furiously, comfort washing over you at his touch. "Yes, Ruggie, it's real. I'm really here."

His hand reached up to thread his fingers through your hair, cupping the back of your head. "I'm so glad... So, so glad..."

he's holding onto you as tightly as he can, so afraid that you'd disappear into the light if he let you loose for even a bit

after graduation, Ruggie followed leona to become his official attendant, what with him knowing how leona likes to get things done, and his ability to pick up etiquette cues

he's also a great information gatherer, so he's perfectly able to assist leona with his foreign affairs

it's leona's voice that finally breaks the two of you out of your trance, him rushing over to investigate that weird light

the two of you pull back and you almost wouldn't notice it, but leona's smile has softened a bit from the image you had in your memory

Ruggie never expected himself to be a father, and things are going a bit faster than he'd like, but there's no denying he's absolutely grateful to have you and your kid at his side

almost immediately the next day, he takes you back to his hometown so you and Kenji can meet grandma and the neighbourhood

grandma bucchi welcomes the two of you so warmly, she even gets a little teary eyed when she sees Kenji, with him looking so similar to the very hyena she raised

leona and Ruggie delegate a room for you in the side palace, where they also live, so you'll be able to see familiar faces often

Kenji loves following his father around, picking up his mannerisms and wanting to learn more about being more schemey

Ruggie's a bit conflicted his angel of a son wants to learn his ways but even he can't deny those puppy dog eyes

uncle leona and guard jack also love spending time with him! though one of them pretends it's annoying

leona shows him magic tricks and jack will teach him how to fight! he'll be getting great lessons all around

Kenji is very eager to learn more and explore this world, so sometimes you'll have to hold him back a bit just in case he gets hurt

but you suppose with the splendid man his father is, you don't have to worry too much

Ruggie's schedule can be a bit hectic and he pulls a lot of late nights, but he always tries to make time for his family

they're the most precious thing to him in the entire world, did you think he'd let them go that easily?

"Dad!" Kenji exclaimed, darting over to grasp at the fabric of Ruggie's pants. "You're my dad, right?"

Ruggie blinked in disbelief, shifting his gaze towards you. "Is... Is he?" he asked, hope saturating his voice.

You affirmed with a nod, and Ruggie redirected his attention to Kenji. "Yeah... I'm your dad..."

Instantly, Kenji wrapped his arms around Ruggie's legs. "Yay! I've always wanted to meet you, Dad!"

Ruggie couldn't help but marvel in awe at the bundle of joy now clinging to his legs, realizing that this spirited kid was the product of your love.

Ayaka (斐佳) with 斐 meaning "elegance, beauty, grace" and 華 meaning "flower, splendour, brilliance"　

Ayato (斐斗) with 斐 meaning "elegance, beauty, grace" and 杜 meaning "forest, grove, woods"

maybe a part of you should have expected it, with how unpredictable your beloved hunter always has been, but you ended up having to raise twins

the two had luscious golden locks that rivalled sunlight and sharp green eyes akin to the forests in the summer

you named the two of them after their father's love for all things beauty and his love for forests and nature

the two are well-behaved children, though they can be surprisingly sneaky and mischievous

Ayaka is more outgoing and is always fascinated by the pretty things in her vicinity

while Ayato is more introverted and quiet, often silently following his younger sister and nodding along to her ramblings

he definitely appreciates beauty, but he's less vocal about it

and whereas Ayaka is more fascinated by gems and cute plushies, Ayato is more interested in nature, finding beauty in the moss, the trees and the insects

the siblings are just really really curious about the world and they love observing the little details, from catching beetles to keep as pets, to planting flowers they found on a hike

they really do reflect your hunter's wide range of appreciation

the twins love sticking to each other and they're rarely arguing

though they do fight a bit over who helped you more with chores or who you love more

they're very helpful and efficient, and though they may complain about not wanting to work because the other twin is lazing, they'll still get the job done

they love watching tv shows and dramas, often acting out scenes in the shows or in fairytales

and oh the way their eyes sparkled when you told the fascinating man their father was, a man who could control his own heartbeat, keep track of time so accurately, and with such incredible eyesight, who devoted himself to spreading joy and beauty

almost immediately they doubled their efforts in studying, wanting desperately to meet the man to learn his ways and see for themselves just how interesting he is

and just like that, the dazzling light gradually subsided, unveiling a world that you thought only existed in your dreams

you remember the villa, it's where he took you on vacation for the first, and supposedly last time

You hesitantly knocked on the weathered wooden door of the villa, the echoes of your anticipation mingling with the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. As the door creaked open, memories flooded back to the first time you entered this place with the man who had captured your heart.

Rook's usual stoic expression shifted, replaced by a mix of surprise and unspoken emotions. "Mon amour... You're really here," he murmured, his voice a tender whisper that hung in the air. Without uttering a single word, he enfolded you in an embrace, as though afraid you might slip away like a fleeting dream.

"I missed you so much," you whispered back the tears flowing freely now that you've felt as you savour the warmth of his touch and the comforting scent of his cologne.

He pulled back, soft brushes of his fingers wiping your tears, his eyes lingering on your face as if trying to capture the essence of the time that had passed. "I missed you too, so dearly..." he admitted as tears threatened to spill from his eyes, a rare vulnerability in his gaze.

this was the most emotion you'd seen from him, even when you said goodbye he kept a smile on his face

he's holding you so delicately, as if you were going to fade away if he applied just a bit more pressure

he's surprised by the children, but he instantly warms up to the idea!

he's remained a pursuer of beauty even after graduation, sponsoring artists while he makes a living through hunting and his film critique

he was taking a break in the family villa for old times sake, but it's almost as if the universe planned it all along

he's very affectionate with you, even more so than before, which you didn't even know was possible

always a warm hand on your waist, an occasional peck on your cheek, and every once in a while he'll feel the urge to pull you in for a hug

he tries to do everything for you so you don't even have to lift a finger, breakfast in bed, waking the children, even cooking and cleaning

he loves spending time with the twins!! teaching the two of them how to hunt and explore the forest safely

he'll show them pretty plants, and interesting fungi, all while explaining what properties they might have and whether or not they're poisonous

the twins are so fascinated by everything, their excitement and energy are seemingly endless

and who's a father to deny his children? he spoils them rotten

he also loves showing the kids a certain idol he's supported...

as well as films of vil!! occasionally talking over the movie to express how perfect a scene is or how flawless his acting is

and when the twins get to meet the vil schoenheit, they're beyond thrilled

asking questions, throwing compliments, all directed towards vil, but they're quiet the moment he tells them to shush

uncle vil loves talking to his niece and nephew, but only when they're... calm

uncle epel also loves popping by and giving the twins some apples so they'll get proper nutrition!

really, you'll have to step in to prevent your kids from being spoiled rotten

but you'll indulge Rook for a while, he's just blissfully happy with his family after all

"Are these...?" he began, his voice trailing off as he looked at the children with a mix of awe and wonder.

"Ours," you answered, a gentle smile gracing your lips as you delicately wiped away the tears that had welled up in your eyes. "Meet Ayato and Ayaka."

The hunter knelt down to their eye level, his usual face softening into a loving. "Ayato, Ayaka," he said, his voice gentle, "It's so nice to meet you. I'm your father."

The children exchanged glances before Ayaka stepped forward. "Hello father!" she exclaimed, throwing her tiny arms around him.

Ayato, the quieter one, followed suit with a nod, a shy smile on his face.

The hunter embraced them both, a warmth in his eyes that spoke volumes. "Such angels... Mon amour what a blessing you've granted me...," he sighed as he held them close.

Atsuki (惇貴) with 惇 meaning "sincerity, loyalty" and 貴 meaning "precious, valuable, honourable"　

your son had curly hair with the softest shade of light green, and piercing golden eyes with slits that reminded you of reptiles

you named your son after the chivalrous values his father had devoted his life to

he's a rather loud and excitable child, always forgetting to control his volume when he gets too emotional

doesn't really get along with other kids, but it doesn't affect him much, he's just happy to have his mama with him

if he's done something wrong, you don't even need to yell at him really, most of the time he's already holding back tears at the thought of disappointing you

very into sports and is also really good at several sports, he's earned a couple of medals and trophies already

he's not the best at magic, and you're also not too sure how his dark fae blood affects that, but he's still pretty good at making progress

he really is just a good kid who tries hard at everything and tries to make the right decisions, but he's quick to get disappointed when things don't go his way, and suddenly you're faced with a very familiar and endearing puppy dog face

so a lot of times, you'll just have to pull him in a hug, and remind him things almost never go the way we plan, and it's okay to accept defeat and learn from it

but there's nothing he's more motivated about than learning more about his dad, who in his mind, is an honourable, talented knight straight from the fairytales who devotes his life to protecting the people important to him

so much so, that you'll find him swinging around the toy sword you got him for training

he'll also start putting even more effort into learning magic, wanting to connect to his amazing papa in a way

and then on one night, you're not sure what triggered it, but he's incredibly emotional and crying about how he can't help you and you're always taking care of him and he just wants to have his dad in his life and it's all so unfair why his mama is alone and-

he starts emitting bright light, so bright you can't keep your eyes open, but you reach to hold him in your arms

when you no longer feel the bright light, you tentatively open your eyes, only to find yourself standing in the dark, spacious throne room of Briar Valley

and standing there, right next to the throne, was your knight in shining armour

Standing next to the grand throne, was your knight in shining armour, Sebek. He, along with Silver, stood in positions of defence, but the moment his eyes met yours, the mask of composure crumbled, and he rushed toward you with an urgency that mirrored the longing that had lingered in his heart during your separation.

He enveloped you in a fierce embrace, his arms securing you but also gentle to not hurt you with his armour.

"I thought... I thought I lost you," Sebek's voice was a shaky whisper against your ear, his grip on you tightening as if trying to confirm that you were indeed real.

"I'm here, Sebek. I found my way back," you reassured him, feeling the softness of his hair against your cheek.

"I never thought I'd see you again," he admitted, his words a whispered admission of the fears he had harboured, pressing his forehead gently to yours.

he's a mess the instant he sees you, and he melts completely when you're finally in his arms

malleus and silver are also immensely happy that you're back, calling lilia to join the family reunion

Sebek's pretty overwhelmed with your presence on its own, so silver and lilia have given him a gentle push to actually function and introduce himself to Atsuki

he's grown to be less awkward with his affection, and particularly with how long you've been away, he doesn't hold back too much

his hands are always inching closer to touch you, his forehead resting on your shoulder every once in a while, it's all really endearing

but his parenting style is a bit awkward

Atsuki really admires him, but that also makes him ever so slightly afraid of him

meanwhile, Sebek is nervous because he doesn't want to do anything that ruins the image of a perfect knight for his son

so they're a bit awkward, but with you as the middle person they can get along pretty well!

they bond over training, with Sebek teaching him sword fighting (with you reminding him not to push him too hard)

Atsuki also really enjoys sparing with uncle silver, who always lets him him, but Atsuki just wants him to fight for real, so it's just silver being "this is real??"

uncle malleus taking him out for gargoyle studies (Sebek is jealous lmao)

and of course, uncle lilia who cooks extremely nutritious meals that always end with Atsuki puppy dog eying you to save him

sebek's family is also very very happy to have you two!!

grandpa baul grumbles around a lot, but he keeps note of Atsuki's favourite foods to prepare them when he visits

also comments on his sword fighting and stance when he feels like it

mom and dad also adore you guys!! mrs. zigvolt loves giving you gifts and talking about sebek when he was younger haha

all in all, sebek's so incredibly grateful you could come back to him, and though he's still awkward with his affection sometimes, he'll never stop trying his best to love the both of you

Atsuki's eyes widened as he took in the sight of his father, the mythical figure he had only heard tales of until now.

Sebek's gaze shifted from you to Atsuki, and his breath caught. His eyes softened as he knelt down to be at eye level with the child who was undeniably his son. "Hello," he said, his voice trembling with a mix of joy and uncertainty. "I... I'm your father."

Atsuki's eyes flickered with a mixture of awe and excitement. "Papa?" he questioned, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sebek nodded, his hands trembling slightly as he reached out to gently cup Atsuki's face. "Yes, little one. I'm your papa."

The room seemed to hold its breath as father and son locked eyes for the first time. Atsuki, still processing the enormity of the moment, broke into a wide, joyful smile. "Papa!" he exclaimed, launching himself into Sebek's arms.

Sebek, overwhelmed with emotion, held Atsuki close, a mix of laughter and tears escaping him. "I've missed so much, haven't I?" he murmured, his heart swelling with love for the son he never imagined to exist.

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[mercwiththem0uth]

small drabble because i can't stop thinking about wade letting his guard down and completely relaxing around you </3

like look at him he's just so soft 😭

he'd come home from a long day of fighting and collapse on the couch next to you. if it was a particularly long and difficult day he would barely have the energy to lift his head to rip his mask off, before throwing it carelessly to the floor. he'd reach over his arm to loosely grab on to you, just wanting to feel your touch but with moving as little as possible. you'd shuffle closer to him and wrap him in your arms, encouraging him to lay down against your lap. your hand would stroke over his head whilst the other rubbed against his suit-clad back. he'd eventually let out a big sigh as you felt his body relax, finally completely stress-free and in his safe place where he doesn't need to make a hundred jokes per second or speak any thought that entered his mind.

as much as he loved to talk to you and try to make you laugh, and would sometimes yap until you couldn't take it any more, he would also enjoy to just be in a comfortable silence with you, especially after a hard day. you'd been together for a couple of years now, you knew absolutely everything about him that there could be to know, just the same as he knew you. eventhough your relationship thrived off of quick-wit and long chats, you appreciated these gentle moments where he clearly just wanted to be wrapped in your arms and feel safe and loved.

he would ask a few questions about your day, voice hardly raised above a whisper. and as you spoke gently in response, he would gain the energy to let out "hmms" and sighs in agreement. showing that he was listening, even whilst being on the verge of sleep.

he doesn't like to admit it, but he can really struggle sometimes to constantly make jokes and talk all day whilst at work. he's more comfortable with you than he is with anyone, so he knows that he can just be quiet when he comes home and take a rest if he needs to, because he knows that you love him for HIM, even without the humour and self-depreciating jokes. it took him a long time to learn that, but when he finally realised he didn't need to talk down about himself all the time around you, or make a joke out of anything and everything, he knew you were the one.

he'd eventually sit up after a while, give you a soft kiss, and venture into the bedroom, before returning in his comfy clothes like hoodies and sweatpants. or some sort of hideous pair of unicorn pyjamas. he'd sit as close to you as possible and lean his head against your shoulder, his hand intertwining with yours as his thumb rubbed circles against your skin. your arm would be wrapped around his shoulder pulling him close, and occasionally dropping kisses to his head. when he felt like talking he'd tell you about his day, commentate on the movie you're watching, or just say random things about random stuff, and you'd just look down at him with pure admiration in your eyes. eventually he might drift off to sleep cuddled against you, but never before mumbling about how much he loves you.

he'll fall asleep whilst thinking about how he can't get over how much he appreciates and adores you. someone who loves him for any version of him. his talkative, loud, full-on, sexual self, or needy, clingy, quiet self... the side of him that only you get to see. someone who doesn't care what he looks like and makes him feel loved no matter what. someone who matches his crazy but also his calmness. someone who loves spending time with him and would do anything by his side but also allows him alone time if he needs it. you're just perfect to him. and he doesn't know what he'd do without you.

<3

a/n: [ have had a deadpool smut in the works for a while, will hopefully be uploaded soon ;) ]

[adventuringblind]

Safety In Your Arms

Dando x Reader

Genre: Hurt-comfort, maybe spicy via implied smut

Summary: Sometimes things go horribly wrong, nothing like what you expected, and it sends you hurtling towards emotions you never asked for. Lando and Daniel hate to see her this way.

Warnings: implied sexual content prior to and post incident, r@pe, anxiety, panic attacks, worried partners

Notes: Not sure this is exactly what you wanted because I don't write r@pe fantasies... regardless I hope the requester likes it :)

Side Note: Please leave notes! I think I might have been shadow banned recently as my fics are not being interacted with as much as they used to. Maybe it's just me being self-conscious because I know I couldn't care but I do.

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Her heart thumping in her ears is all she can hear. Just last night, this had been something special and intimate. It was beautiful and loving. Now a stranger thinks he take something that isn't his.

Daniel and Lando are the only ones aloud to touch her like this. Their touch sends shivers down her spine in a pleasant way. This man makes her burn. His grip keeping her pinned to the wall feels like lighter being held against the bare flesh of her hips.

She was almost to the room. Back to the safety of her boys. Just up the stairs and down the hall. Curse the elevator for not working.

She's not sure where the adrenaline comes from. Her fight or flight response is pulling from some unknown energy reserve. It's enough for her to push him off her.

He falls backwards down the stairs. He's disoriented but still conscious. He looks like he might fight his way back to her and finish what he started.

She bolts. Her legs carry her to the door of her shared room. Fists bang on the door in terror.

The door to the stairwell slams open. She leans her weight into the door and slides down. Tears stream down her face at the hopelessness she feels in this situation.

The door flings open. Daniel on the other side catches her crumbling body before it hits the ground. She pushes inside and finds the farthest corner of the room.

She sees the silhouette of the man come to face Daniel. Lando is crouched down in front of her, trying to coax some kind of explanation out of her. She's too worked up to respond.

The loud crack of Daniel's knuckles fills her ears. Her attacker stumbles backwards once more, this time he's out cold. His body falls to the ground, with a soft thud muffled only by the carpeted floors.

Lando exchanges a few words with Daniel. The ringing in her ears makes it hard to understand. It's not until Lando hands her his sweatshirt to hold and Daniel is on the phone that she registers the safety.

"He - He - I was -" She can't even get the words out. Not without realizing how pathetic she sounds.

"Okay, breathe now love, you're safe." She takes a few breathes with Lando. "Can we try some yes or no questions?"

She hesitantly shakes her head yes. Slowly, she reaches to Lando. He intertwines his fingers with hers and both of them relax.

"Did her hit you at all?"

Yes. When he first got her against the wall.

"Did he touch you anywhere intimate?" Lando looks like he's trying not to cringe.

Yes. Everywhere. It burns still.

Lando look on the verge of tears. He's always been empathetic, hurting with them. "Did he - did he rape you?"

She breaks. Burries her face in Lando's sweatshirt and wails. Lando is careful not to touch her in any harsh way; lets her lead him.

Daniel clambers onto the floor with them. She doesn't look at him, but she knows he's there and that's enough. "Love, I'm so sorry this happened to you. The authorities are on their way to take, whoever that was, away. The question now is how you want to go forward." Daniel takes a heavy breath before continuing when she doesn't respond. "We have to go to the hospital, love. I don't want you to suffer any more than you already have."

She's still crying as they bundle her up in Lando's sweatshirt and Daniel's sweats. The soft baggy ones she steals from him all the time regardless.

"Dan, what about... him?" Lando stares at the man lying on the floor. She has to will herself not to vomit at the sight of him.

"I'll meet you there, okay? The police should be here soon." Lando looks hesitant to leave without Daniel. The Aussie plants a reassuring kiss to his forehead. "Take care of our girl, yeah?"

By the time they get checked in, Daniel texts that he's on his way. She hasn't said anything else since the hotel room, but Lando kindly offers her one of his airpods. The music helps, if only a little.

The nurse takes her back to the room alone. She wails the entire time until they let Lando, now with Daniel on his heels, back with her.

She dissociates through the entire visit. Not coherent enough to answer anything but yes or no questions.

The next few days are more of them same. Only getting out of bed to sit in the shower. The water hot enough to burn away her skin.

Daniel tells Max they had an emergency but doesn't go into any details. Max lets them fly out with him. She doesn't talk to him. Too tired to use any energy on conversation.

Daniel and Lando respect her space. They ask before touching her. They announce their presences, especially if they are behind her.

The bruises fade eventually. It's not like the physical evidence was going to remain on her forever. Still, with his handprints gone for her sight, they burn her every time the area is touched.

She doesn't wear anything aside from Lando and Daniel's clothes that are too big on her. Not until they are back in Monaco for the summer break. Four months after the incident.

Daniel gently coaxes her out of the warm clothing. The boys give her space until she's ready to join them and respect her boundaries when she asks not to be touched.

Her skin still burns.

By the end of summer break, she's had time to work her way up to new things. Small bits of skin-on-skin contact and hugs are quickly becoming her new lifeline. She missed being able to not fear the touch of another. Her mind tends to forget she's safe and fights anyone who tries to get to close.

By September she's able to sleep in the same bed as them without waking up panicked that they are going to hurt her in some way. The nightmares remain, but now she clings to the two males when she wakes crying.

On a particularly charged night filled with celebrations. The three of them work through it at her pace. She sets boundaries like her therapist had told her to do. Daniel and Lando tell her everything they are going to do before they lay a finger on her.

She missed this.

She missed them.

Their hands don't burn her skin anymore.

[atinycafe]

part 1 | part 2

You're running as fast as you can, feeling your heart pound in your chest. But no matter how hard you try, it's like your lungs just can't grab enough air. You're on the verge of collapsing, but you fight against it because you know that if you do, the creature chasing you will catch up. You try to move quietly, not wanting to draw any more attention from the zombies, the one trailing behind you is more than enough to handle.

You swiftly dart into an alley, the chill hitting you as you slide under a beat-up Ford, hoping the zombie isn't clever enough to figure out how to wriggle in and grab you. With your palms pressed against your mouth, you stifle your sobs, stealing glances as the zombie's body lunges violently at the car, its desperate cries and growls piercing the air as it searches for you.

You remain there, tears streaming down the sides of your temples, praying that it doesn't locate you. It feels like hours, but it's probably only been a few minutes, before the creature loses interest and sets off to hunt down another victim elsewhere.

You shut your eyes, allowing the tears to trickle down your cheeks, relishing this brief respite. You know better than to venture out of your hiding spot now; it would be a foolish move. The zombie might still be lurking nearby, and you're utterly spent, devoid of the energy to flee once more. Your legs feel distant, except for the persistent throbbing in your thighs. Glancing to the side, you catch sight of a distant silhouette at the mouth of the alley. Your lip quivers as you pray it's not another monster. You focus on steadying your breath, doing your utmost not to draw any attention, until the walkie-talkie strapped to your waist crackles to life, Wooyoung's voice inquiring about your whereabouts and whether you were able to secure the meds you sought.

Frantically, you fumble with the device, attempting to silence it, smash it, anything to no avail, as the zombie has already caught wind of the noise. A searing shriek escapes you as it homes in on your position with alarming speed. Fear overwhelms you, making it impossible to stifle your cries as you try to scramble away from the relentless advance of the oncoming undead.

You cry as you try to move but the zombie is already there, having ran so fast, it fell, which conveniently helped it get to you easier. You struggle against the relentless grip of the zombie, which had managed to reach you despite its fall. A piercing shriek escapes your lips as its bloodied hand seizes your boot, refusing to release its hold, overpowering your feeble attempts to break free. The creature's ghastly appearance sends shivers down your spine, its face a distorted mask of veins snaking through its cheeks to its pitch-black eyes. Smudges of blood and shreds of flesh cling to its decaying teeth, intensifying the nausea already roiling within you.

With a horrifying tug, it secures its grip on your ankle, your skin brushing against its own causing you to cry out even louder, the mere thought of a scratch sealing your fate—infected. The monster echoes your cries with its own guttural growls, hauling you closer with an inhuman force. You resign yourself to the belief that this is the end, that you will meet your demise here. It's over. You're dead.

Yet, just as despair settles in, something yanks the zombie by its legs, pulling it out from beneath the car. In a fleeting moment, you witness a knife thrusting into the creature's skull.

Through your tear-blurred vision, you spot Wooyoung kneeling before you, frantically scanning beneath the car, his disheveled appearance adding an unexpected allure. Specks of blood dot his face, his tousled hair falling across his eyes, a glistening sheen of sweat adorning his flushed cheeks. You sob uncontrollably as he tugs you into his embrace, pulling you out from your hiding place.

As you collapse into his lap, your tears dampening the nape of his neck, he holds you tightly, his broad palm cradling your head, drawing you nearer to him, while his other arm encircles your waist. He sways gently, murmuring reassurances about how you're okay and safe, about how he's not going to let anything hurt you, about how he's sorry, about how he should've been next to you and vows to never leave your side again.

His whispered words of comfort soothe your racing heart, calming the storm within you as you cling to him, finding solace in the warmth of his embrace, the assurance of his protective presence.

He eases you back slightly, his gaze fixated on your face as his hands tenderly sweep away the disheveled strands, tucking them behind your ears to better take in your features. Lowering his head to yours, his forehead presses gently against yours, your breaths mingling in the stillness, the world around you fading into the background as you share a moment of intimacy amidst the desolation of the city.

Guiding your chin with a gentle touch, he guides your lips to meet his in a languid kiss, his tongue delicately tracing the outline of your chapped lips, coaxing you to open them. You allow his tongue to slip past, a gentle dance commencing as it caresses yours, each movement tender and deliberate, creating a rhythm that speaks of both longing and relief. This delicate exchange continues, a cherished connection that speaks volumes in its simplicity and depth.

As you both part, Wooyoung helps you to your feet, planting a soft kiss on your forehead before leading you deeper into the city, glock in hand, toward the refuge of a random apartment, your own little sanctuary.

"Let's go pretty girl, I found some canned peaches, we're gonna eat good tonight"

masterlist | taglist in comments | feedback is appreciated :)

[kittysarchive]

I saw this💕 - https://www.tumblr.com/kittysarchive/746511275996168192/xdinary-heroes-what-they-liked-to-be-called?source=share

Can you do one for txt as well please ? 🥺💕

I'd love to!!!

Yeonjun

Daddy

Would you disagree? Yeonjun gives major vibes of wanting to be called daddy. It gives out both authority, fun and a sense of dominance to Yeonjun. Either calling him Daddy during sex or just to rile him up, Yeonjun will get hard. Being called Daddy also activates a more ruthless version of him.

"D-Daddy!" You whine out, gasping for air as Yeonjun jack hammers you. "You like being fucked by daddy huh?" His eyes darken, continuing to ruthlessly fuck you into the mattress, bed squeaking from his hard and deep thrusts.

Pretty boy

this one is specifically for when you are riding him or he is eating you out. In fact any position where he holds no power. Being all fucked out as you ride him or being all pussy drunk as he slurps your juices up.... Being called Pretty not only compliments him, it also encourages Yeonjun, that what he is doing is right.

Soobin

Daddy

Running in the Hyung line, being older, being called Daddy stirs something. It doesn't necessarily brig out the ruthless, fuck your brains out like Yeonjun, it brings out the I will still fuck your brains out with love type. You get it?

"Daddy loves you so much" Soobin grunts above you, his thrusts coming harder and harder. Your whines become louder. "Go on, moan for daddy" He pants, falling in love with your fucked out face and sounds.

Baby

Steering away from the fuck your brains out, Baby is a cute, simple word to address him by. Be careful to not call in baby after you called him daddy, that could reck the whole mood/vibe :(

Beomgyu

Pretty boy/good boy

THE PRASIE!!!! calling Beomgyu pretty boy, my good boy, such a good boy for mommy etc will make him cum so much harder! He wants to feel loved by you as well as used by you! Saying those words will make Beomgyu feel all giddy :)

"Mommy's good boy" You pant above him, rolling your hips over his. Beomgyu whines below you. "your good boy" Beomgyu cries out, on the verge of tearing up and Cuming.

Dumb puppy/Dumb baby

Degrade him or praise him. He doesn't care. Uttering the words of how bad he is or how much of a slut he is, makes him so horny. Getting used by you, getting degraded by you, getting called a slut.... Beomgyu will become a crying, whining and Cumming mess underneath you.

Taehyun

Sir

Don't let his innocent face fool you, 87% of the time he is the dom in bed. Call him Sir, and he will have you bent over the table, fucking you hard as he slaps your ass cheeks till, they turn red. Call him Sir and he'll start calling you his slut, his pretty, personal slut.

"Yes...sir" You smiled innocently, knowing what you just caused. Seeing how his eyes darkened, you started to undress yourself. "Such a slut..." He stepped towards you, eyeing you as you undressed yourself, awaiting for his hands on your ass.

Baby

When he is subbing, he just wants to be cared for. Please call him baby or your baby! Being cared for and used plus being called baby....or your baby is what he wants in his life! To me, he is a huge switch.

Kai

Slut

He may be subbing, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to be degraded! Most possibly being younger then you, you have more power, more power to use him how you want, how to treat him how you want and how to talk to him how you want!

"Such a slut" You said sharply, bouncing your hips down on his.. At such a fast pace, Kai was tearing up beneath you. "I-I'm not a s-slut" Kai struggled to say, fighting back the insult. You only laugh as you continue to bounce on him. Who was he to say that while you were still full of energy? Who was he to say that when he came minutes ago?

Baby

It isn't good to always degrade someone in sex, calling him baby switched it up! Of course he, Kai doesn't mind how you use it. My slutty baby, my pretty baby, my dumb baby, my tired baby. It doesn't matter to Kai.

[pearlywritings]

I don’t want you to think, I don’t want you to worry

synopsis: Lately you’ve been very busy preparing for the examination to take the Akademiya professor position, and it leaves you incredibly stressed. All you need is a concerned boyfriend with a perfect way to distress.

pairing: Kaveh x fem!reader

tw: smut, oral, a lot of praise, a bit of dumbification I suppose, established relationship

word count: 3.3k+ words

a/n: Kaveh and reader are somewhere between late twenties and very early thirties.

Letters leap across the fully written scroll and your head starts hurting from how much of the words there are and how little free space there is. And when your gaze wanders to the side and in a blur makes out dozens of the similar scrolls sprawled all over your table, a frustrated groan on the verge of a whine escapes your throat.

You'll kill Alhaitham one day for convincing you to take an examination for the Vahumana professor position. But how could you resist and fight the prideful feeling rising in your chest when the Alhaitham, the man who rarely spares any praise, complimented and pointed out so many of your skills and vast knowledge, suitable for the position of such high prestige and importance. You truly were flattered, especially by his words that the Akademyia needs some reformation and even Lesser Lord Kusanali eagerly approves it… Could you really lose the opportunity and fail your Archon?

Now you think that you could, after a week of studying like a first-course student in anticipation for their very first exam. You should've denied him. For god's sake, you are the Dastur already and just one examination away from being recognized not only as a professor, but as the Herbad as well - not many achieved this in their late twenties, your multiple works are cited and analyzed during lectures, a couple even coming as close as being called fundamental, yet here you are, exhausting yourself over preparation materials, having little idea what will await you during the examination (no one knows, Alhaitham wouldn't tell and you wouldn't ask).

First few days were quite alright, but at this point you are slowly losing your sanity. Coffee doesn't work, green tea doesn't work, energetic drinks Dehya recommended you do not work… Even a relaxing almost half an hour long shower didn't help you. You can only brush your still a little bit wet hair back not to drip water on the scrolls, and sigh in frustration. You don't remember when the beautiful grandfather clock on your left counted midnight. It must be hours, but you have no desire to check - this discovery will only put you in a greater state of misery. Oh how you wish to be in bed now, surrounded by warmth and quickly drifting to sleep.

You will yourself to focus your droopy eyes back on the text, trying to grasp the last of the topic you are on. That's when you hear the shuffling behind your study's door. Ears catch the sounds of the footsteps passing by your door and going to the kitchen. Mm, looks like you are not the only one awake, but the other person at least has more chances to catch sleep today.

Ever since Kaveh moved in with you, finally convinced that you do not think of him as a burden and that no, you don't think it'd be him using you for his own benefits, he has managed to save more money and get very close to fully paying off the debt. This fixed his working hours and he stopped going all nighters like, well, you are doing right now, actually getting enough rest and energy to work on his projects' blueprints.

Why is he awake right now though? You have no idea and your brain refuses to even care, maybe it's just for a glass of water?

You change your sitting position for the hundredth time.

Only to almost jump when a voice reeking with discontent enters the room.

"Are you at it again?"

Tired eyes meet the red-wine ones of a man who always looks like he is about to give you a piece of his mind. And he totally is.

"As you can see," you want to sound sarcastic, but you are too worn out for this and have absolutely no desire to argue with the boyfriend that cares and really does a lot to lessen this weight you (and Alhaitham) have dumped upon your shoulders.

"Now I might sound hypocritic- not like I care, but you need to go to bed. Now."

His words settle in your brain, but become completely overshadowed by the picture your eyes are witnessing. Your gorgeous lover looks so ethereal. Blond silky hair is a bit messy, not held by clips, yet it only adds to his natural charm; ruby eyes glint beautifully as he steps closer to your table; strong arms cross on his bared chest, and you just can't help but ogle at how his muscles move. The only thing that spoils the visage is a deep scowl on his face.

"I can't. Not yet, pretty," you softly murmur, reaching for the scrolls to roll some of them. "See, I just have a small topic to review and that's it-"

"And for how long have you been on this topic?" An elegant arch of his brow and your face falls, telling him enough.

"Knew it."

The embarrassed expression appearing on your face and eyes casted downwards do not escape his sharp gaze. He might be just out of bed, but his profession taught him early on how to be observant and attentive to details. Kaveh sighs and resumes his walking to you.

You hear him stop by your side, nervously fidgeting with a scroll still tightly clutched in your hands. You feel slightly ashamed right now, for two reasons. First is quite easy to guess - getting caught in this state right after you nagged your boyfriend for months to start leading a healthier lifestyle and stop working till the latest hours of the night (sometimes well into the morning). And second is from feeling the weight of his gaze on you and understanding that he is worried and you are the reason for that (though you do both share the desire to kick Alhaitham's ass, since partially it’s his fault too).

But all the thoughts are wiped out of your mind when long fingers grab your chin and lift your head, tilting it back. The flash of gold, the gleam of red, and the next moment his soft lips are on yours. You melt. Fingers relax and you hear something bump your leg and then fall with a knock on the floor. Though Kaveh is quick to steal your attention, catching your hand and squeezing it, breaking the kiss just for a moment to breathe and then kissing you again. The room starts spinning.

"Kaveh…" you meekly whisper in between rushed and hot kisses, feeling your heart flutter by the way he stares deep into your eyes, before pressing his lips to your jaw.

"Come to bed with me," he urges you again, thumb rubbing over your knuckles, brushing back and forth, while more pecks are placed on your rosy cheeks.

"But-" is silenced with another kiss. Sweet whimpers form in your throat and your lover is happy to swallow them, releasing your hand and reaching for the back of your chair instead. You gasp when the piece of furniture is yanked and dragged farther from the table, giving him enough room to get in-between.

The man relishes the hazy look in your eyes, as you are looking up at him, knowing just what he is doing to you. Hovering, with palms planted on the armrests and leaning in. Oh, he loves how your gaze flickers from his face to his chest and back, which means he is actually distracting you and effectively so.

"What was that?" A smooth chuckle sends a jolt through your body and suddenly there is a tingling sensation in your core. "A 'but'-something? No, no, my lovebird, I need you to stop rationalizing everything. I want you to stop thinking. Yeah, that's right, just no thoughts and no worries about those stupid examinations. And," his gaze slides down and stops on the belt of a bathrobe you've put on after the shower, not caring to dress properly, "I might know just how to help you. Tell me, lovebird," he leans even closer, noses almost touching and lips brushing just briefly, "are you wearing anything under this?"

You swallow a lump in your throat and fidget in your seat. The excitement rising in your system becomes quite obvious.

"Ah, no, I figured-"

"Good… Means it'll be easier for me," and the next thing he does makes blood rush to your cheeks. He draws himself back and, kicking the fallen scroll somewhere to the side, drops onto his knees before you. Strong arms flex when he moves the chair closer and you jolt forward from the sudden motion, grabbing his shoulder to steady yourself.

“No, no, my love, I need you to lean back,” his hand is gentle, pressing flatly against your chest, and pushing you back against the chair. You bite your lip, when long elegant fingers hook the hem of it, and teasingly tug to the side, then the other half. The material slides down your shoulders, baring your collarbones and not falling further only due to the plumpness of your heaving chest. Kaveh absolutely loves the view before him - if he was to build a temple in your honor, he’d capture this state of yours in one of the staining glasses. He leans closer.

Your head tilts back, when his hot lips press between your soft mounds.

“Mmm… You are so beautiful… I can’t believe this smart, and sweet and gorgeous woman is mine,” he slightly turns his head and sucks on the left breast.

“Kave- aah!” You whimper, arching into him, the material threatening to slip and bare more of you. Your legs twitch and wrap around his torso, urging him to press even closer to you. Archons, you were so caught up in your preparation, that you completely ignored your body’s urges, no wonder it's reacting to his igniting touches like this. When was the last time you let your lover have you under him like this, squirming and moaning?

“Uh-uh-uh,” he clicks his tongue, palm sliding up your hip, and burying itself under the lower half of the bathrobe, grabbing your curve. “I can clearly sense you are still thinking, and I don’t want it. Come on, baby, the faster you let me wipe all thoughts out of your head, the faster we’ll be in bed enjoying that nice sleep you’ve been pestering me with for almost a year.”

“I was worried for you- mmh!” The blond-haired tempter makes use of his free hand, groping your barely clothed right breast, brushing his thumb over the stiff nipple. The teasing touch and the pressure it provides through the thin material sends another jolt right to your cunt and your legs clench even harder in an attempt to close your thighs and rub them, failing to do so with his body in-between.

“I know you did, and I am worried for you now too. You are exhausting yourself. But don’t worry, I am here to help you relax and give yourself a break. Now, before I start executing my plan to make your mind numb, why don’t you untie this knot for me?”

Through the settling fog in your head, you will yourself to concentrate on what he requires of you. If before you still had that tiny slither of understanding that you are not done with the topic yet, now it’s right out of the window. Because how can you fight, when Kaveh looks at you like this?

So your fingers reach to the loose knot, twisting and pulling it, until two ends of the belt are held separately in your hands. The kiss your boyfriend presses to the inside of your wrist makes you shiver.

“Good girl…” He murmurs in a sultry voice, and you almost whimper from two words alone. He takes your hands and let them rest on the armrests, while he is all too happy to finally open the robe and leave you completely bare to him. And the sharp inhale he takes when he does it? You feel how you are leaking.

“Archons, you are so beautiful. I love everything about you,” a tiny moan escapes your throat, when he straightens more, reaching for your neck, sliding his naked torso right between your trembling thighs. “I love the way your neck meets your shoulders…” There is instantly a kiss right in the crook where your neck descends in your shoulder. “And here, these pretty collarbones,” he trails his kisses lower. “I love the curve of your breasts, mmm,” more kisses are spared for your tender flesh, “and your hard nipple too,” he gives it a slow lick, dragging his wet muscle over the stiff bud, and you moan again. “Oh, but I can't forget about the other one. I have to play with both of them equally, can’t show favorites, right?” 

Before you can even answer his mouth envelopes your other nipple and gives it a soft suck, and then one more, and one more, and-

To his delight your consciousness is slowly slipping into pleasure. Good, he hums in content, switching back to the previously saliva-coated bud, - means you’ll indeed fall asleep in a bed tonight, and not crouched in your chair over the working desk.

You gasp when he grabs your legs right under your knees and forces them away from his body, spreading them and then quickly placing them on his shoulders. Oh heavens, your face heats, as you realize what this position is. Your pussy should be on full display for him right now. 

It turns you on even more.

“Mmm, someone’s getting wiggly,” he chuckles, sensually kissing the insides of your thighs. “That’s my pretty girl, so excited and accepting of everything I am giving her. Why don’t you play with your tits, while I am eating this gorgeous wet pussy out, mm? I want you to toy with yourself, while my face is buried right in your heat, can you do it for me?”

“What..? I- oooh, yes, I-I can… Please.”

Shit, and here the man was trying not to get a boner pleasing you. But, he has to remind himself, your pleasure is his top priority right now.

Before you can even touch your chest, his tongue is already lapping on your wet entrance. You flush up to your ears, when Kaveh moans in your sex, kissing, and sucking, and slurping, making obscene noises with how messy he is devouring you.

“That’s it, ah, that’s my lovebird. Yeah, just take my tongue, mhm, feel like it’s filling you, mmm… You like it, right?”

"Yes-!" You grab your breasts, arching even more in his awaiting mouth, only to scream when he harshly sucks on your clit.

"Mmm, so good, so pretty…" He mumbles in your pussy, giving your bundle of nerves another suck and releasing it with a wet pop. Next he presses the tip of his tongue into it, teasing with fast strokes, making you squirm in your seat. And your thighs trying to clamp around his head - Archons, he loves your thighs. He wants more.

The slurping sounds reach your ears and go straight to your core, walls clenching around nothing, and Kaveh quickly deduces it.

"How about a finger baby, m? A finger in your tight wet cunt while I am marking these pretty thighs? Oh? Can't answer? Good."

You want to, you really do, but when one digit enters you and feels right at home, snug between your walls, words have no way to form. You can only moan and pant, as your lover kisses and sucks on the tender skin of your inner thighs, all the while mercilessly fingering you. You want to tell him you love him, you appreciate him, you want more of him, but you can only look at him with pleading eyes. And when he lifts his burning gaze and your eyes meet? You know he can read all of it behind the haze in your glazed over orbs.

"I love you too, lovebird," he murmurs, planting another kiss on your thigh, "love you so much. That's why I am making sure you are going to rest, yeah? Gotta make you cum," another finger slips inside and you have to break eye contact, throwing your head back, when he curls them against that delicious spot inside, "gotta force the stress out of your system, can't have my love so tired and worried."

"Ka… veh…" You manage through your lovely moans, and the man curses right against your swollen clit. He can't help it, when the only thought on your mind is him. Oh, how much he adores you. Maybe it's not the most logical thought to have when you are knuckles deep in your woman's cunt, tongue toying with her clit, but he suddenly returns to the thought of marrying you. Once you settle in your new position, when he says 'goodbye' to that debt of his and can purchase you the prettiest ring… To ask you the question he's been meaning to for years, but then having to put the event aside due to one financial obstacle. Yeah, that sounds so right. Something about eating his wife out to help her distress makes him lose his mind and practically suffocate himself between your thighs, crashing his head. You are so close, you must be so damn close.

"Come on, cum for me, love. Cum for me, cum, cum cum-"

"KavEH-!"

When you scream and roll your eyes back, the man takes his fingers out and stuffs you with his tongue instead. Long lashes flutter and eyelids slide close as he tongue-fucks you through your earth-crashing orgasm, feasting on your juices and inhaling such a familiar scent of your natural musk. It truly feels like it’s been so long, maybe he should take you to bed like this more often. Say, every day until you pass that stupid examination as a starter. Yeah, that's perfect.

The blond takes a breath sharply when your legs relax, no longer sandwiching his head between them and stifles a couple of coughs, having no desire to worry you with his well-being. After all it is about you, he'd hate to steal the center of attention even for a second.

Going limp, you close your eyes and try to regulate your breathing. Your chest is heaving and your consciousness is slowly returning to the body. You can feel soft kisses trailing over your stomach and up to your chest, lingering on your wildly beating heart, soothing it with tender murmurs, nose nudging against the sweat-covered skin.

Kaveh is as breathless as you are, and you spend a few moments like this - pressed close, with limbs loosely wrapped around each other. You feel so contently exhausted and the warmth of your lover's body against yours provides additional comfort you've been secretly yearning for.

His palms press into the small of your back, slowly caressing, while your fingers bury in his silky locks, running through them, massaging his scalp almost absentmindedly, and Kaveh smiles in your chest, satisfied with your clearly relaxed state.

“Love?” You softly call for him, and the man hums, lifting his head to face you. Archons, the dreamy look suits you so magnificently. “Thank you. You caring for me really means a lot.”

He smiles widely, drawing his body back and carefully putting one foot on the floor, pushing his palms against the armrests and slowly getting on both feet, straightening and rolling shoulders. The legs feel a little bit stiff and he can feel numbness spreading, but he chooses to ignore it. Leaning in again instead, he places a sweet kiss on your slightly swollen lips. There is still some of your essence coating his, making a tiny flame flicker in your lower stomach.

“Of course, my lovebird,” he nudges his nose against yours, hands rubbing your shoulders to work a little on the knots you got there from your ever-sitting position. “It’s nice to see the crease between your eyebrows disappear along with the overall exhaustion practically written all over your face.”

You do not fight the smile when he says those kind words. And he is right - you feel so much better.

“So…” he muses, drawing the bathrobe up your arms and over your shoulders. “Can I take you to bed now?”

To that you chuckle, reaching your limbs to wrap around him.

“Well… Wasn’t that the initial plan?”

[oorusandei]

hange zoë hcs because they deserve more attention from the fandom 🫶🏻

genderfluid! hange prefers they/she, but he/him is fine for them too.

pansexual and panromantic! ...who am i kidding, she'd probably seduce a titan if they could.

frustrated gamer, will rage quit after losing three games in a row.

their favorite games are live action ones, they prefer fighting in a video game rather than in real life. you'd think she'd be tired of beating enemies' asses after a long day but no.

they also enjoy life simulation games like the sims sometimes. has the wackiest families and drama going on. "oops i drowned one in the pool..."

got their computer from a dump they found during an expedition, it was a really old model on the verge of death but she managed to fix it. they were very very excited when they found out how it worked.

they often multitask when gaming and will wonder why they lost afterwards. it's because there's so much that they want to do.

hange doesn't know when she's pissing levi off and will continue rambling on about whatever peculiar titan captured their interest that week.

has seen many of their friends die and puts up a cheerful façade to not make her remaining comrades worry about her.

likes skittles and gummy worms — sweet stuff in general cheers them up and makes them super happy.

doesn't pay much attention to their appearance. they've only worn one pair of glasses their whole life! likes wearing suits just to rebel against gender stereotypes though. who am i to disagree, she looks so hot in a suit.

"what do you mean it's 2 am and i have to go to bed?"

when she's sad, she becomes either uncharacteristically quiet and distant or super talkative. if it's the former, they probably try to cheer up sooner because they don't wanna be a burden.

the definition of "smart dumbass".

takes their coffee with tons of sugar.

they would rather be a researcher than the commander of the 104th survey corps.

she prefers dogs > cats because of their bouncy, excited energy, which she can match well enough. they want a puppy, but it's not possible with the current conditions (titans, war, and whatnot).

probably has adhd and autism but is still respected by almost everyone because genius IQ.

jumps like a child when excited about something and throws their arms in the air. will pick up the one next to them and twirl them around too. unfortunately for him, levi is often the one standing next to them.

hange teases levi about his height.

she also teases him about his lack of sleep because although she hates going to bed, once they're actually there, they're out like a light and sleep like a log. moblit has to knock on her door every morning to wake them up.

really slow in the mornings, it takes them long to get ready as they get distracted by the papers scattered across their desk depicting various aspects of titans.

super messy room. they sleep in a loft bed despite being of high rank simply because they like the risk of falling down any second.

[ryou-kuroba]

Combined AU

This is less of a story and more of a existing universe. This whole thing is a excuse for Ryou to continue existing. Also this is where it starts getting cringy and self indulgent so don't say I didn't warn you.

At some point while Ton is traveling between worlds in the realm of in between, he hears something calling for him and it leads him to a corridor of darkness. He find himself in the realm of darkness but keeps following the call, eventually finding a crack in space with a broken keyhole. He tries to repair it with his keyblade but an blast of energy from the keyhole stops him from completing it. When Ton opens his eyes he finds the keyhole and the crack gone.

The keyhole was from a Digital World that was shut down (aka my digimon au) and by disturbing the keyhole Ton had accidentally released some hearts from the world but it remained closed.

So now Ryou is released into the wild, wakes up somewhere and proceeds to be a menace across worlds, wanting to fight stronger foes and copying any weapons or skills he likes. Kyou was sent to the past and became the Player in KHUX. Instead of returning to the cycle he choses to sleep in the end, he eventually gets woken up by Quinn. Yura's location remain unknown. Belle also ended up wandering around worlds but doesn't get involved in as much as Ryou does. None of them knows that each other is alive at first.

Benni and Riyuu aren't the real Behemoth and Ouryumon, they're both created from the memories of Ryou and Kyou. The real ones are still stuck in the Digital world, even if they did escape they still wouldn't be humans. Ryou felt lonely and decided to create Benni to accompany him. Kyou subconsciously created Riyuu to protect him when he was on the verge of death in the Badlands.

Misaki was created by some hi tech government organisation in some world after they managed to cut of Ryou's arm. They used his DNA to make a clone with a piece of his sin in it and wanted to use his as some sort of military weapon. Belle later discovers Misaki and saves him from the organisation, also destroying it in the process and wiping all traces of Misaki from the world. Misaki wants to find his original asking Belle to help him buts she doesn't know where and doesn't want to know. Instead she gives him a red book that she found within the lab Misaki was in and leaves. Misaki uses this book to travel around the worlds.

Shadow would have died after he destroyed the Dark Mirror but Ryou managed to bind him to his maryoku before he fully disappeared. Shadow was suspicious of Ryou at first for keeping him alive as he though he was using him for something but Ryou told him he only wanted to have another traveling partner cuz he lonely.

Nio decided to follow Ryou after he beat her in a fight since she was bored of her world and wanted to devour more things.

Yes i "steal" some existing characters so they will hang out with me, the pinnacle of cringe. (ノ*°▽°*) Also Soul, Lavi, Gokudera and Hachimenroppi is there cuz I used to kin them but they don't really fit into any of this universe

[wordsgood]

(a few of) my ocs, sorted by who they'd romance in sdv

if my ocs were in a stardew valley au, who would they romance??

Rae: this is both the hardest and the easiest, because Rae is both a misanthropic loser and a bisexual disaster, and she'd hate that nearly every woman in pelican town is somehow exactly her type. but Rae would fall in love with Penny, it's written in the stars. YES, she would be into Leah and Abigail right off the bat, YES, she would try to dance with Maru at the spring dance, YES, she would secretly love getting trashtalked by Haley, but then she would find herself dressing Pam down for being a strain on Penny's health, she'd be bringing bits of weird stuff she found on the farm to the trailer, she'd even be voluntarily hanging around the kids just to spend more time with Penny... being Penny's girlfriend would bring out the best side of Rae, her more attentive and self-effacing and protective side, and I think that'd make both of them very happy. and cute.

Loreleaf: in the farm I made specifically for creating a Loreleaf farmer, I went with Shane, because I was curious about why everyone loved Shane and figured why not, and I think their matching 'ugh, existence is the worst' energies match well, but I'm actually on the verge of breaking up with Shane and going with Harvey. but, if I'm being honest, Elliott is the only one for Loreleaf. he's Loreleaf's exact opposite, all vivacious and bombastically kind, and it would break all of Loreleaf's walls down in approx. 3-5 business days. they would be adorable. Loreleaf is, in canon, basically illiterate, and in AUs, he's severely dyslexic and doesn't like reading, so I picture a lot of 'I don't understand what you do but I support you???' and also a lot of beauty and the beast-style reading-out-loud montages. also also, fight me, Elliott is a brawny boy, and I think scrappy skinny trashboy Loreleaf getting bridal-carried by his fancy lad boyfriend/husband is a very good mental picture.

Hazel: in the giant pan-novel SDV AU that lives in my mind, I think Haze could end up with a few people - Abigail, maybe, or even Emily - but my favorite option is currently Harvey. in my previous farms I haven't interacted a lot with Harvey but just the contrasts between the two are promising. melodramatic, self-obsessed Haze with a pretty down-to-earth guy like Harvey would be, first and foremost, very funny, but I also just like Haze trying their 'I'll be the bad guy and make you leave FIRST!" schtick on him. somehow I don't think it would get very far. not to mention Haze has all those health problems and Harvey might actually get them to slow down and let him take care of them. it'd be really cute, at least with the version of Harvey that lives in my head.

Sixes: this one is a little bit weird for me to realize, but, like, it's Haley, huh? Sixes is a guy who is drawn to difficult personalities because he is a difficult personality. anyone who would act remotely nice towards him when he's in Bitch Mode is not someone he can hang with, because when he's in Bitch Mode, he knows he's being irrational and overreactive and he doesn't care. Haley wouldn't put up with it. and Sixes wouldn't put up with her Bitch Mode, either. I haven't done a lot with Haley in any of my farms so I don't know exactly how she is once you actually friend her, but I can just see these two passive aggressive drama queens trying to out-snipe each other as a form of quality time and verbal affection. no one would get them together and that would suit them just fine.

Jatatyla: Jat might have been easy because of her well-documented love for bitchy blonde femmes but Tracy and Haley are not actually that similar outside those attributes, so she doesn't have to fight Sixes for Haley's hand. while she isn't trying to make Rasmodius fall in love with her (she will fail), Jat is pretending not to be head over heels for Leah. Jat seeks out stability to balance her own tendencies towards chaos and Leah is just about as stable as you can get. She's kind, self-possessed, easy-going, independent... Leah screams Jat's type. Jat dreams of braiding Leah's hair and being her trophy wife once Leah is a world-famous artist dragging her to gallery openings and galas. also, Jat will egg Kell's house.

BONUS: Doli Lin, Lev, Ashleah, Robyn: as the resident POV Aros, Doli Lin and Lev and Ashleah live with their friends, on their own, or perhaps in an Aro Bungalow near the forest lake where they can learn wizard stuff from Rasmodius, who is also aro. it's not aro wizardry or anything, it's just they're the only ones who have time to learn magic because they're not running back and forth with gifts all the damn time. they are very happy with this setup.

[strawberrylollipop26-blog-blog]

Some Random Thoughts

Okay.

After watching Blood of Youth and spying some TikToks, I noticed many people comparing Li Hongyi to Cheng Yi in Mysterious Lotus Casebook. I decided to give the show a try. MLC doesn't connect with me so far and I'm fifteen episodes in. The cases aren't really interesting, they don't captivate me. I've yet to see one that makes me want to scream "who did it". As far as Li Lianhua backstory, meh at this point. I don't care. Anyway, I'll attempt to watch more (in an effort to find some interest) because I still have IQIYI and it isn't time for me to watch Ace of Troops yet.

It kills me to have to say this next part. I watched Jade Dynasty and I'm not a fan. I really wanted to like this movie for Xiao Zhan. Normally, I'm hardly the person to complain about plot, but I swear there's only a beginning and end to JD. Where's the plot? There's too many holes. I figuratively scratched my head multiple times. The worst part is I found Zhang Xiaofan to be one note. There's no character development. I nearly stopped watching in the beginning after the voice actor (I really hope it's not XZ. I know he did the one in DC and I had zero complaints after watching it.) over reacted to the bugs. His voice was annoying verging on animated where they exaggerate and during a couple fight scenes.

To have all the awesome special effects, there was no excitement for me. The bad guy's are literally in this movie for five to ten minutes during which there's little resolution to any question.

Blood stone? Soul sucking club? Who attacked his village? He supposedly had a teacher before? He knows three forms of martial arts but we see nothing? After doing research I found out this movie is based on a novel which has both a drama and donghua version so maybe the problem lies with narrowing down a massive plot into two hours and it just doesn't connect.

Last, but not least, the love interest part. I didn't see any chemistry between ZX and and Biyao. I resonated more with the energy between ZX and Xueqi despite them having minimal scenes together of all three love interest. It could be my preference though.

I'm so happy I watched XZ's SBMS drama. I would've been a tad worried if I watched this after disliking TLP. The only difference being I actually liked Shi Ying and I still want to force myself to finish the show for him.

Til next time...

[blues824]

The dorm leaders with a female inosuke inosuke s/o.

Riddle :didn't your mother teach you manners (they took his tart of his plate and ate it in front of his face while she had their own slice on her plate ) her braking all the rules because they don't do rules and can't read.

Leona : waking up to see them hanging on the ceiling looking at him.

Azul :trying to get them in a contract but finding out she can't read or write and her and thinking that he wants to fight. (the tweels having to save Azul )

Kalim : they like him and keeps stealing his food and he doesn't mind.

(the boy gives me tanjiro vibes )

them making jamil life a living hell two people with endless energy and on of them growing up in the wild is not what he signed up for.

Vil :being triggerd because they tried to eat his makeup 💀

and trying to civilize her. imagen his reaction to seeing her face for the first time and wanting to doll them up. rook having to hold her back because Vil trew her mask away (him learning why she is so attracted to her mask ) and he thought giving epel a skincare routine was bad

Idia : having a panic attack because they are trying to fight every electronic and can't deal with her loudness

Malleus:who thinks all humans from her world are like this until lilia teathes him no it's not they grew up in the wild by a mother bore Malleus keeps getting shiny acorns from her (imagine sebek trying to take the acorns away and Malleus being mad about it because it's from his child of bore )

This is going to be shorter than usual since I kind of rushed this one

Anyways, this was giving chaotic energy and I am living for it.

Riddle Rosehearts

Absolutely not. Nope. Neither his mother nor the Queen of Hearts would approve of your behavior. The sheer amount of times you’ve been beheaded… everyone has lost count. You are the coming and going headache that Riddle deals with everyday.

When you took his tart right off of his plate and ate it right in front of him, he collared you. Little did he know that you didn’t have any magical properties! You still had your swords and your skills, so you were just causing even more trouble than before.

The fact that you don’t follow any of the rules is devastating to Riddle. However, he learned about your background and finally understood why you were so rambunctious. How could a human be raised by boars?

When you help with his overblot, he becomes more lenient towards everyone, including you. You seemed to be taking this as a sign of him calling you weak, so he just collared you again and you got mad and made a mess of everything. 

Leona Kingscholar

Would you keep still and quiet for 5 goddamn minutes?! He can’t sleep when you’re around because you’re always getting into trouble. Hell, he can’t even sit down without hearing your yelling and your swords being unsheathed.

You instigate tons and tons of fights with the Savanaclaw students. You always win because of your determination and your skills as a swordswoman. Leona is a tad scared of you, mainly because your ferocity reminds him of the women from his homeland.

Another reason why he’s creeped out by you is because one time while he was asleep, you crawled onto the ceiling and watched him as he woke up. He was very close to murdering you right then and there, but it would have costed too much energy. You, however, were on the verge of crying from laughter.

After you help him with his overblot, he becomes a tad more understanding towards you and your background. However, you remained the same no matter what. Remind him to never underestimate you or your swordswoman skills.

Azul Ashengrotto

When he first heard of your skills as a combatant and a swordswoman, he obviously wanted you under a contract. However, he very quickly learned that you couldn’t read or write, and that you’re very quick to jump to conclusions.

You thought he was mocking you for being illiterate, so you quickly got your swords in each hand and your boar helmet on and challenged him. He was shocked, so he called the Tweels to escort you out of the Lounge.

You tend to be rather obnoxious and rambunctious towards everyone, but Azul is kind of glad that you can stick up for yourself whenever someone makes fun of you for anything. In fact, most of the Octavinelle dorm fears you because you could easily turn them into sushi.

After you help him with his overblot and he doesn’t do contracts anymore, he can finally see you for you and not as a way to benefit him. He’s impressed by your immense strength and your keen senses. After all, that’s how you are able to deal with all of the overblots.

Kalim Al-Asim

He literally is the Tanjiro of Twisted Wonderland. He is so kind towards you, and you couldn’t take it any other way. There was no misunderstanding that he was being genuinely nice towards everyone because that’s just in his nature.

You like to take food off of Kalim’s plate (food from other people’s plates just tastes better) and he lets you. He even offers to get you a second serving if you’re still hungry. Jamil side-eyes you so hard, but he can’t do much.

Speaking of Jamil, he doesn’t like you very much. He thinks you are a not-so-great influence on Kalim because of how obnoxious and reckless you are. You also get into lots and lots of trouble, so he doesn’t want you around.

When you help Scarabia with Jamil’s overblot, everyone becomes a tad more grateful for you. Kalim rewards you with a feast. Jamil becomes more tolerant of you after, mainly because you saved his life and you risked yours doing that. 

Vil Schoenheit

Epel, is that you? Nah but seriously why can’t you just not be you for 5 minutes?! He will put you under strict supervision, just like he does with Epel. He thinks that if you behaved, you had a lot of potential.

That was, until you tried to eat some of Vil’s makeup products. He was absolutely, positively mortified that you would attempt to do such a thing. Don’t you know that you can’t eat these?! It even says on the label… oh, you can’t read? He will gladly take it upon himself to teach you.

When you meet Neige, you seem to be drawn to his kind disposition, and that makes Vil jealous. Like, why go to that guy when he was right there? >:(  When you bluntly told him that Neige was much nicer than he could ever be, you dealt some real critical damage.

When you helped Vil with his overblot, he became a lot more lenient towards you. You told him that you understood his rivalry with Neige, but it didn’t need to go that far. I mean, you were frenemies with Tanjiro back home, so yeah.

Idia Shroud

HELL NO! HE ISN’T PAID ANYWHERE NEAR ENOUGH TO HAVE TO DEAL WITH YOU! EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU STEP INTO THE IGNIHYDE DORM, HE FINDS EVERYTHING BROKEN OR SHATTERED IN A MATTER OF 5 SECONDS. NOT COOL, Y/N!

You are too loud for Idia to deal with. Plus, you think everything he does is somehow him initiating a fight or a brawl. Like, mans just stepped outside to buy some candy… you don’t need to tackle him on site. 

You seem pretty chill with Ortho, though, so he’s grateful for that. Ortho is very nice, and since no one has really shown you much kindness throughout your life, you get giddy whenever Ortho comes around to tell you about his day.

When you help Idia with his overblot, his opinion of you flips completely. He becomes a bit more grateful for you since you are the reason why he is still alive. He learns more about you and your upbringing, and now he understands why you act the way that you do.

Malleus Draconia

Is this how all humans act? Or is it just you? He doesn’t see the other humans on campus act as brash and recklessly as you do… besides Ace Trappola. Lilia then explains to him that you were raised by wild boars as a child, and so you copy their mannerisms.

He’s rather curious as to why you keep bringing him acorns, and he goes straight to Lilia again. He then explains that it’s because _____. Sebek constantly tries to get rid of the acorns, but then Malleus gets upset since they are from his child of boars :(

Lilia finds your personality amusing, Silver finds it disruptive and annoying, and Sebek finds it unacceptable. You always fight with Sebek, both verbally and physically, and you always end up winning because you fight demons for a living and so you have had more training than Sebek ever had.

Malleus stands impressed whenever you defeat the overblots. He has been a witness to a few of them, and he’s even helped you with Azul’s (albeit indirectly), and the sheer skill you have with both of your katanas is astounding.

[obeythebutler]

okay so. idea tiem. i am simply yelling my brainwyrms at u here pls enjoy or ingore at ur leisure, rlly is fine either way~

cowardly mc. mc who feels genuinely relatable to like. regular real world people. they are not brave and not dumb and not doing any kind of "standing up" to demons that could kill them. imagine being this mc

you're kinda a loser. you flunk every class at RAD bc of course you do, this is a goddamn Devildom curriculum. satan has to tutor you a LOT (he's testy bc lucifer forced him to do it, and you can tell, which has you scared shitless)

nobody likes you except probably mammon who will simp for any MC no matter what (plus,,, fellow loser energy). but the demons are hot and after being in the HoL for a while, having okay interactions with them, you start. crushing on lucifer.

and hey. lucifer doesn't respect you because you're a coward. okay. you're not stupid, you can understand that. so what if... you COULD be brave? what if you could do something impressive, what if you actually TRIED to demonstrate to him that you're capable of more?

you confess to him that you have feelings for him, and you'd like to go out for coffee or something sometime and - SHUT DOWN. lucifer is distantly polite about it and you are crushed, but accept his rejection as gracefully as you can and run away to cry and nurse your wounds.

because lucifer isn't... being his best self in season 1. he used to be better at connecting to people, listening to them, seeing their potential past their flaws, and trusting them. that's the person his brothers love him for being. bitch used to communicate.

and then the rest of season 1 happens. and things don't go down exactly the same but you have your moments.

lucifer doesn't want you, sure, but there's other hotties, an actual cause of peace between the realms to support, you've made friends, and you're still so so scared but you have a reason to fight past your fears.

and then lucifer realizes he's got a couple weeks to tell you that he loves you, actually.

that watching you grow, watching your cowardly, tearful self trembling with fright and still trying, it feels like Falling in reverse, as if he could rise up to the heavens and higher still

then he sees that look that satan gives you. then mammon catches his eyes, drags him out back where no one can hear.

and tells him in no uncertain terms just how wretched and miserable you felt, just how hard mammon heard you cry when lucifer turned you down.

just how hard it was for you to even approach lucifer in the first place. and mammon's pretty sure you have feelings for satan, but you're too scared to say them now because of someone-

lucifer doesn't want to hear this anymore, but it's too late - and now he has to decide if it really is too late.

Your Courage, My Love

I got carried away with the idea, and here is the result....I really hope I didn't get anything wrong or flew off tangent, but I have acquired the brainworms and they told me to write.

Coward MC and Lesson 16 here! Part 2!

The voice from the attic hasn't stopped bothering you.

It's been three whole months since your stay in the Devildom, and apart from random demons trying to eat you, the mysterious voice from the top of the stairs has not been letting you fall asleep.

You suppose it's tempting.

And yet, you don't want to investigate.

You're wary of many things here—from the food—to the environment. Being thrust into another realm has not been easy, and you find yourself on the verge of crying. The cuisine is strange, to say the least, and Hell Beetle sauce isn't exactly your favourite condiment. Demons in the streets have attempted to "taste your soul," and that is why one of the brothers has to accompany you wherever you go, so that the human exchange studen is kep out of harm. You wanted to scoff, for this is ridiculous that you have to follow one of the brothers like a child, but it is necessary, and you would rather be roped into Mammon's schemes than run for your life. Studies are another chore to be fulfilled, albeit grudgingly.

You can't make sense of the curriculum, for starters.

What you learnt in the human realm is not at all applicable here in this realm. Languages are a pain, even more so when demons around you sneer in their native language, leaving you scared; for you know they are talking about you. And so you stick to the brothers, and try staying out of trouble.

Mammon throws you off tangent sometimes. With his tsundere ways and half-hearted digs at you, you're left confused as to whether he even finds your company enjoyable. But he's not cold at least, unlike Lucifer.

After the introduction to the Devildom by the Prince, you locked eyes with the Avatar of Pride, as you came to know later. A man with a gaze so intense that it made you want to hide from his intimidating form.

And the demon for whom you developed a crush on.

Morningstar, once the most loved by his Father. A being so beautiful and yet so intimidating, who chooses the best for himself. Someone who will be on par with him, with courage and determination that the strongest possess.

You're not brave.

Just a human in the Devildom. Powerless, for most matters, and fearful.

You don't have the courage to stand your ground. You never did, instead choosing to run away from danger at first sight.

When the giant snake was chasing you, or whether when in the underground tomb Lucifer threatened you. Your throat tightens when you think of Luke, utterly terrified, and yet standing with Beel—tall and powerful—who was equally wary of his brother's anger.

And what did you do at the first sign of danger?

Ran away.

Like a fucking coward.

You were so scared, you reminisce, hand underneath your chin. Your knees were trembling, eyes widened and adrenaline rushing through your veins, dreading the prospect of being killed. The humiliation to you was not spared, either, for you could have intervened, and pleaded, the very least, for the demon to think rationally.

You are just a human.

You don't possess magical powers like Solomon, or have the knowledge of any spells or incantations yet.

Your hand still hurts from the time when Lucifer grabbed and squeezed it as a warning, that he would do harm if his brothers were threatened.

You can't even bring harm, let alone try.

You don't even have the courage or the admirable streak of defiance.

All the qualities which the Morningstar possesses.

You wish you had those very qualities in you—confidence and courage—to name a few. All of which the demon has. His virtues had you enraptured, and you found yourself crushing hard.

And again, you can't even talk to the man while looking him in the eye.

The door is the final hurdle to catching Lucifer alone—not the last of many challenges but a beginning.

You'll confess today.

After having gathered up courage from weeks of coaching yourself and nitpicking your appearance, finally having deemed yourself presentable in front of the Avatar of Pride you stand here, in the hallway.

Your heart beats wildly in your chest.

And the familiar tendrils of fear find their way, again.

The urge to run away back to your room and slam the door shut is strong, nearly overpowering your desire to confess. But you persevere, grounding yourself with the knowledge that it is better to take confess here and now than wallow in your feelings, that there is a chance that Lucifer might want you, small if it may be.

You take a deep breath, albeit shaky, and knock sharply on the wood thrice.

The silence that follows is of no help, either.

You stand, waiting, fiddling with your fingers. The worst of assumptions creep into your mind: that he did not hear you or chose not to, that Lucifer might have been asleep and may storm out of the room in a fury as to why you disturbed his rest. Maybe one of the brothers might witness the sight and admonish you for staying up late. Maybe you should retreat back to your room—

"Come in."

"I'm sorry," He says, voice loud and clear. "I'm not interested."

Words die down in your throat. Maybe we could go out for coffee sometime? Whenever you're free?

Cold dismissal fills the room.

It feels like the strength has left your body, your heart sinking into your chest, dampening the courage you had gathered to even step into his room. It shatters the moment he speaks those dreaded words.

The demon looks at you with an unreadable expression, and even in such a situation you admire his ability to appear composed, which you can't muster. Perfection is the normal for Lucifer, who maintains himself to the highest standards, and would desire the same in a partner.

Which you don't have.

You're sure if you open your mouth, what will spill past your lips will be sobs.

"That's alright," You mumble, voice flat and tiny.

It's not alright.

Forcing yourself to swallow the lump in your throat, you clench your fist behind your back. "That's alright. I understand, and I-I," Your gaze falls on Lucifer, who is still eyeing you with cold apathy. "I'll be taking my leave now. See you at breakfast tomorrow."

As soon as the door closes, the first of many sobs spill past your lips.

Small, muffled, insignificant, you slap a hand over your mouth and rush to your room near the kitchen, praying Beel isn't there. Your vision is blurred by tears, and your trembling fingers grab the handle of the door and push, stepping in until the door quietly locks behind you.

This time, the whimpers that spill past your lips are not muffled.

This time, your heart is crushed in the Devildom.

This time, a demon outside the hallway hears your cries.

But the world around you is blurry. You cry and weep, slapping a hand over your mouth to muffle any noise, lest anyone hear. You're sure you'll be taunted, looked down upon.

You were foolish to think you could be loved by Lucifer. It was stupid to even try and gather strength. He deserves and requires the best, which you are not.

You never are. Not here, not on earth.

Your cries continue well into the darkest hour of the night.

You wake up in your bed the next day, tucked under the blankets with your head resting comfortably on the pillow. Groggily, you open your swollen eyes, and realise that your throat is parched.

You don't remember falling asleep in your bed.

And when you finally stand up, thankful for the carpet on the floor that prevents the cold from shocking you first thing in the morning—you squint and stare at the jug of water on the table.

That wasn't there before.

The days are passing by smoothly.

Smoother than before, for time has dulled the pain of the wounds that you acquired on that night. A lot happened, and currently you're in your room with Satan, perched on the bed with a notebook as the blonde demon questions you on Curses and Hexes, sitting besides you.

"There is a relief sculpture at the entrance to the Devildom royal tomb, where demon royalty are laid to rest. What is the sculpture called?"

"Three-legged crow."

"Correct," Satan says, a smile on his face as he nods and turns the page. You wait in anticipation, confident that you will answer correctly whatever he throws at you.

"What was on the Devildom at the time of its existence?"

"Water?"

"Incorrect."

You frown, trying to recollect the information you're pretty sure you had reviewed the night before. There was a ocean, countless miles of water before—

"I've mixed Devildom history and human-world geography," You groan, settling your hand under your chin. "Ugh, this is confusing." Besides you, the demon nods in understanding.

"It can be confusing, but you're learning. See, you even pointed out that your answer was incorrect." Satan soothes, showing you the textbook page, pointed by his index finger to the line where it is clearly mentioned that forests were spread all over the Devildom during the time of its existence. "You've improved. I'm proud."

You smile. "Thanks," You mutter, suddenly wanting to shy away from his gentle gaze. "It couldn't be without you tutoring me."

"I don't mind," Satan says, a twinkle in his eyes.

Some time ago, the blonde demon would have crinkled the page in irritation, fueled by your failure at answering even the most simplest of questions in RAD subjects.

Underneath his calm veneer, you noticed how he would grip the book, sharp nails threatening to reveal themselves. You would tremble; afraid of getting another one wrong in fear of provoking the demon even further, leading to nothing but panic, which has never borne good results. You would attempt to sit as far away as you could from Satan, heart pounding in your ears, studying with the invisible sword of his wrath in front of your neck.

Some days, you would avoid those sessions, leading to extra classes to make up for syllabus lagging behind, and sleepless nights tainted with fear.

But things improved, slowly but steadily.

"Would you mind going to this new cat cafe that opened up recently tomorrow?" Satan asks, voice nearly a whisper. "You've been working really hard, and I'm sure that you will do well on your mid-terms."

"You put too much faith in me," You respond, but agree all the same, excitement thrumming in your veins for the day to come.

"You will perform excellently," The demon affirms, getting up from his spot to place the book on the table. "Sleep well," He says, placing a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it lightly. "Goodnight, MC."

"Goodnight!" You respond, letting yourself fall on the bed.

You close your eyes, the exhaustion of the day sinking into your bones. A three-hour study session has thoroughly drained you, but brought along with it satisfaction. Apart from that, you did not miss any due dates for assignments this week, which would have resulted in staying back, a common occurence for you earlier.

But you have progressed. Slowly but steadily.

It was hard to face Lucifer the morning after. The memory brings a sour taste in your mouth. You could barely look him in the eye, and did not speak much, keeping your eyes trained on your plate. Mammon kept staring at you, though, but you had ignored in favor of not breaking down in front of everyone.

A humiliation you did not want to endure. A weakness you did not want to display.

And some time after, you met the demon in the attic. Who told you stories weaved with pity, and urged you to make pacts. Killed you.

And dealing with the fallout after wasn't easy. Though you suppose that you're an exception, merely because of the fact your survived your own death.

You trembled, hands calmly and adrenaline running through your veins at the mere sight of the seventh-born. You eyed his hands, which he would flex lazily in front of his face, still in the haze of sleep. Those same hands that he wrapped around your neck and choked you.

But you worked through it all.

And these were just some of the many events that you witnessed and partook in, and there are many more to come in the Devildom.

But the only event you're interested is the one tomorrow with Satan.

After weeks of pondering, you've come to the realisation: that you have fallen again for the blonde demon. Satan reminds you of Lucifer, with his body language and mannerism, but he is not him. No, he is Satan, Avatar of Wrath, your tutor and your dear friend.

A lover?

You hesitate, turning over so that you face the wall. The memory brings stinging tears to your eyes, but you blink them away.

You dream of cats and green nail polish.

Lucifer remembers his first flight.

When he was a young angel, still learning the ways of the Celestial realm. With the three pairs of wings gifted to him by Father, it was imperative that his most beloved creation was to learn to fly.

And he did, jumping off from the top of the Celestial Palace, when angels were supposed to sleep. It took time and courage—the former to muster the strength to simply get to the apex of the structure and stand with trembling knees, and the latter to take the plunge.

The wind rushed past his ears, the Sun's rays radiating off his wings.

A mighty flap—moving upwards—against gravity, and Lucifer's laugh could be heard by all.

And this time, it feels as if he could fly higher and higher, closer to the warmth of the Sun that the Devildom can't offer, closer and closer to the salvation he lost.

Lucifer reminisces, hands crossed behind his back as he idly gazes at the scene before him. Belphegor and Beelzebub on either side of you, with Satan behind your shoulder, nearly breathing into your neck, the position which has irritation brewing in the demon. Asmodeus perched on your knee and Mammon nearly hanging off the couch.

A DDD in your hand, a unknown video playing.

It's perhaps the first in a long time that his brothers are able to sit together without squabbling. It's also the first instance where you truly look at peace.

You didn't use to come out of your room. He could hear your footsteps late at night as you creeped into the kitchen to get a glass of water or to grab a book from the library. When he had fetched a book for you from a tall shelf, you had cowered under his gaze, meekly stammering out words of gratitude before rushing back to your room. Like a little lamb.

That time when you had run away from him in the underground tomb, leaving Luke and Beel behind. "Pathetic," He had sneered, wings bristling in anger. Someone who had no courage deserved no respect, and so your value deteriorated in Lucifer's eyes.

And he had rejected you, cold dismissal on his tongue as he watched your expression falter.

He had no feelings for you, back then.

The demon sighs, his shoulders sinking. He walks away from the cacophony of laughter in the room, instead opting to open a bottle of Demonus.

As he pours the beverage, he remembers how he had threatened you. The stairway to the attic was not to be climbed, and the demon was confident enough that magic would have sufficed in hiding his shame.

You had, of course, gone back to your room with the offer of a tea that could make you sleep forever.

He takes a sip of the drink, and finding it to his liking, ever the same as before, settles down on the plush couch, faint chatter a background noise.

But then you revealed that you had seen Belphegor.

Turning into his demon form, brows scrunched together, he had growled, angry and furious.

Lucifer remembers you cowering.

But you did not run away.

You stood there, fists clenched and heart beating wildly, still standing despite his expectation of you running away.

And then you were sent to another timeline.

You were scared, that much Lucifer knew. He takes another swing, each one more longer than the last. Hesitant, but ready to do what was necessary to free his brother.

It was dangerous.

(He had expected you to run, like you always did)

But you said yes, and the last of you he saw back then was the uncertain smile you gave everyone. Lucifer assured himself with the fact that you would return, not questioning why the idea of your absence sent a sinking feeling in his chest.

And, in another timeline, Belphegor threw you down the stairs.

Lucifer's chest tightens at the memory, and he gets up to pour himself another drink. The bruises on your neck, and the harrowing laughter of Belphegor, and the way Mammon cried and begged you to stay awake.

You must have been so scared, he thinks, settling down again. But so would have been Lucifer, if he was in your place. He imagines your panicked expression and grimaces as the demon realises that he was the reason for your fear, most of the time.

How did you even find the courage to forgive? He questions, downing the drink in an action that does not suit the demon's impeccable manners. And, did you even forgive him?

The demon takes another swing, and curses. The glass is empty.

He strides over and picks up an unopened bottle. This time, Lucifer doesn't bother with the glass, merely opening and downing the beverage.

The only time that you and him sat down and talked without any condescending tone or cold contempt from the demon was when he had lost his memories.

You looked so happy, with the smile that only his brothers caused, this time the reason being Lucifer. He remembers joking and laughing together, as if you both were old friends.

His throat tightens as he remembers falling asleep with you and Belphegor in the attic.

You've had enough to drink, He admonishes himself, and sets down the bottle, finding the stinging of tears to sober him up better than any pill. The shine of the dagger flashes in his mind, and brings back the memory of your expression, as you had angled the dagger at your chest with shaky hands

"Stop," He had uttered, dumbfounded and yet in awe.

After regaining his memories, he found you to close off from him again.

His angelic self saw the courage that you had grown to harbor, the way you trembled and shook and still stood your ground—and tried, even if you failed.

The demon saw himself in you.

Fearful, afraid, and yet gathering the courage to rebel. The way his hands shook as he handled the sword, clutching it tightly, and yet trembling, for it was to be used to cause harm to those he knew.

Courage is not the absence of fear.

His past self saw the good in you—that despite your cowardice, you were still trying, still learning, still growing.

That watching your teary eyes gaze at him in fear, when he roared and shouted at you for meeting Belphegor, Lucifer saw that you stood up to him. That you were not what he thought.

But why did he notice it only now?

What was it that he had left behind with his white wings and halo?

Was it empathy?

The demon snarls, and yet he is unable to ignore what is in front of him. Pride blindens.

"No fair! This would have made for the perfect Devilgram post for my blog!"

Asmodeus pouts, in his hands his DDD with a picture of you and Satan, surrounded by cats and tea. There's a cat attempting to squish your cheeks with its paws, and with one arm around the feline and the other around the blonde demon, you both posed for the photo.

"I heard the cakes there were good too," Beel laments, a hand on his stomach despite the fact that he is eating one of Luke's pastries right now.

"We'll go along next time," Satan says, still smiling at the picture on Asmo's phone. "Besides, the kitties there are adorable."

You smile, eyes fixated on the photo as you sit besides Asmodeus. There's a serenity in your expression that Lucifer wishes he could see more, but the scribble of the pen brings him back.

"You've left the previous page blank, haven't you?" Lucifer questions, a stern brow raised at the white-haired demon besides him, who has indeed, skipped the page in favor of getting off earlier.

"I just—I just wanted to see what more was to be left! That's it!" Mammon gulps, turning the page swiftly and putting all attention on the face, which Lucifer knows he is only making a show of.

Leviathan is immersed in his game, with Belphegor asleep in his lap, the soft bleep-bloop noises not as much of a hinderance as the demon had assumed.

It's comforting, even.

But then his catch the expression that Satan has while gazing at you, ignorant to Asmo's comments on the photos in his DDD.

Lucifer's eyes widen.

That same look—the one he had seen in many books and stories. The one which—

"Oi, Lucifer?"

"What?"

"Need you to come outside."

"Why?"

"Just come!"

The urgency in Mammon's voice does not allow Lucifer room to question his intentions, and it's also unnerving to hear the serious tone of his brother's voice, usually so carefree.

He walks along with Mammon, to the balcony. The latter leads on, but Lucifer steals one look at the scene that he's leaving: of Satan's gaze at you, and his bantering brothers.

"Why did you bring me—"

"Cut the crap, Lucifer."

The demon's expression is one of surprise, and then his brows furrow in acceptance.

"What did you want to tell me?" He asks, crossing his arms over his chest, a familiar pose for the demon. Besides him, Mammon leans on the railing, the structure strong enough to withstand. Usually, he would have reprimanded him to not slouch, but he knows that Mammon can fly. And besides, demonic strength is impeccable.

"Did ya even realize how wretched MC felt that night?" Mammon's tone is flat, not even the barest of emotions revealing themselves in his tone. Usually, he would be stammering. But this time, his brother is completely serious. Lucifer gives no reply, instead choosing to stare at the Castle in the distance, refusing to meet his brother's eyes. "They had been mustering up the courage to confess to you for weeks," He continues, staring at his brother. "They barely slept, and I thought you knew, Lucifer."

"Do not taunt me."

"Seriously?" Mammon's expression weaves into one of disbelief. "You're going to just sit there and ignore your mistakes?"

"I am aware," Lucifer snaps, teeth bared in a display of frustration. "I know what I did, and I had a reason."

"Were ya even aware of what it caused?" He questions, disappointed at the sheer ignorance on his brother's behalf. "I thought you knew better, big brother. I thought you knew how hard they cried after you dismissed them that night. I thought you knew how crushed they were."

"How scared they were."

Lucifer's lips form into a thin line. "They fell asleep crying, and it was hard for MC to piece themselves together after you destroyed whatever confidence they had gathered."

"You're blaming me?"

"I am blaming ya, Lucifer, but not for rejecting," Mammon responds, gazing coldly at his brother. "I'm blamin' you for how cold you were."

"I know I was harsh," The Avatar of Pride admits, his shoulders sinking with an invisible weight.

"I'm pretty sure MC has feelings for Satan," He clicks his tongue, shaking his head at Lucifer. "But they won't confess now because of what ya did...."

Any words Lucifer had to speak die down in his throat.

He should be happy that his brother found love. He should be happy that you found love in his brother. He should be happy at his family's happiness, he should—

But Lucifer loves you too.

"What even happened to you, Lucifer?," Mammon says, but his brother isn't listening. "You didn't—Lucifer?"

"Fuck."

It is all that the demon says.

And all that comes to mind.

"I've fucked everything," Lucifer says, running a hand through his hair. "I've ruined everything."

"I know," Mammon says, placing a hand on his shoulder. "But ya can make up for it. Apologise, let—"

"I love MC."

In that moment, Lucifer feels that his heart might burst from his throat.

"You—what—when—"

"I do, and that's all I know."

The look Mammon offers him is one of despair.

"You know that MC might love Satan," He begins, and Lucifer closes his eyes in frustration. "And he might love them too."

The demon's eyes shoot wide open, and he grabs Mammon's shoulder with such tenacity that the white-haired demon nearly shrieks.

"Is it too late?" He nearly screams in despair, the words spilling past his lips in a rush. "Or is there time?"

Mammon sighs.

"I don't know, Lucifer, I really don't know." He admits, gently unfurling his brother's fingers from around his shoulder, and giving them a squeeze. "Maybe it is too late."

"But—" Lucifer's voice cracks, the weight of the situation finally dawning on him. That Satan might love you. That you might love him. That Lucifer knows he loves you.

And that your courage gave him the courage to love, without which Lucifer doesn't know what he will do.

Behind them both, laughter still rings out, and the demon can make out your and Satan's laugh.

And in front of him, Mammon is wiping away a stray tear that fell from the Morningstar's eyes.

[evelxtus]

eeeeehhh,,, this is my first time doing req so haaaaah..

but could I get venti, childe, kaeya and xiao with a s/o that's really strong??

Like character get surrounded by alot of ruin guards but they're s/o just comes in a saves them without a sweat?? sorry if it's too complicated!!

im very nervous hahaha

❛ — I·ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ !

pairing. . . venti, childe, kaeya, xiao x gn! reader.

warnings. . . no pronouns specified, pet names (my dear, love, darling, love of my life.), a bit of angst (mention of death but nobody dies dwww)

a/n. . . Thank you for your time, I hope you like it. <3

⩩ VENTI.

I don't think he has a problem defending himself against enemies, after all he's not a simple bard, he is an archon. But imagine that he's weakened by a previous arduous fight and still more enemies keeps coming his way, more than his forces can bear. When you appear, a wave of relief runs through his body like a cool breeze, his pretty braids fading again knowing the fact that you are going to take care of everything now that you are here to protect him. “Y/n, thanks Barbatos that you've come... I think I owe you something... how about I pay you all of today's drinks at the tavern?... Eh? That I don't even have mora for myself? Pfttt don't underestimate my power. Well... actually I think I'm not in the best position to speak, ehe... Thank you anyways, my dear y/n... I'll make sure to reward you properly.~” Despite his disastrous appearance after the battle —various parts of his clothes ripped off and dirty, his hair a complete mess— a cheeky wink and a playful smile light up his little face as if your presence has filled him with energy, dissipating any trace of exhaustion in his being, ready to join you and have some fun.

⩩ CHILDE.

As with Venti, this boy must be completely exhausted, at a critical point where neither his legs or arms are reacting, so that he must need help from someone. But if you're the one who comes to assistance him... well, let's say Childe can make an exception, although he's still going to get a bit upset. “I can still go on… why are you here, y/n? Doubt me?” His weak laugh resounds through the place, and you clarify the motive of your presence. You're not going to let him take the form of Foul Legacy, at least not for these kinds of situations. He understands why you are doing it, and he extends a hand to you, letting you take charge with him to defeat the remaining enemies. “Sure, then. We'll be done in a blink of an eye. Let's show them how is it done, love!” Of course he won't admit it, but he admires your strength.

⩩ KAEYA.

It is possible that on some mission things are more complicated than expected, and I only think that he'll find himself in an emergency situation if everything unexpectedly gets out of control, something that he have not been able to predict. Something that happens so fast, that he thinks once again that his life is on the verge of ending with just one movement. A genuine smile will cross his face as soon as he sees you appear, his thoughts that it was his end disappear as quickly as they appeared just to see you arrive, ready to charge against the enemy. “My, that was dangerous. I can't thank you enough.” his voice is breathy, and it doesn't take long for him to adapt to his usual tone. “I was never wrong about you, darling. In the same way that you're for me, I'll be for you, it's the least I can do, right? But if you want me to reward you in another way, I'm all ears.”

⩩ XIAO.

Remember when Venti's music saved him that time? Imagine the same thing happening to him as in that scene, but now there's nothing he can hold onto. He thinks that everything is finished, that there is no one to free him from the destiny that awaits him, but with one last whisper clinging to the vaguest hope, he calls your name. And that's when you make your appearance, for there is no way you can fail your dear Yaksha. By killing all the enemies with an effective blow, you must now take care of making this boy come back to himself. “For a simple human, your strength is worthy of equal to the bravest of the adepti...” he will say as he regains his strength, not letting go of your hand for a second. “I'm… I'm proud to be by your side. Thanks..., love of my life, for saving me. With you, I can still fight. I must fight.”

[desultory-novice]

Do you have any headcanons on Marx Soul?

Do I have Marx Soul Heacanons...?

...This does remind me that sometimes I end up with several headcanons for a character that, oh, maybe differ from each other or conflict in some way? But heck, I typically love them all and want to play with all of them, so I just kind of juggle from one to another as the mood hits me! (I'm frequently balancing several different Kirby "universes" in my head for this reason.)

So I can't just give you one static Marx Soul HC that is my favorite. What I will do is take this opportunity to share several Marx Soul ideas I'm fond of, as well as just gabbing about Marx Soul (and Marx) in general, because there's some cool things going on there that can't easily be wrapped up in HCs alone!

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Marx Soul is a fusion of Marx and Nightmare

...This one is my baby. Mostly because I think I'm the first one (?) to come up with it? This is entirely based on the similarities Marx Soul shares with Nightmare (color palette, necklace) and the fact that Marx Soul's JP pause description doesn't specify that it is Marx's "evil soul" that resurrected after the collision. Aka, what if a part of Nightmare got stuck in Marx (through any number of methods, but obviously, I favor the "he was once a peaceful Noddy hit by Nightmare shrapnel" theory) and when Marx was on the verge of death, Nightmare "woke up" and took over his unwitting host.

I like this one a lot because I, err, maybe kinda like body hijacking as a plot point...Oops... But also I just love love love the Dreamer (Marx being a Noddy) vs Nightmare (Nightmare being, well, a "nightmare"...) parallel and putting them together in one body gives me even more fun ground to play with there!

This way, Marx Soul has DOUBLE the reasons to want revenge on Kirby! I would argue that you could use this as an explanation for the infamous Marx Soul flash frames that occurs right before Marx transforms!

Because there's like a frame or two before Marx grows his wings and goes all boss mode where he actually looks like Marx Soul. And this is back in the original game, before Marx Soul was even created! Which is just fascinating...! 

So, if Nightmare IS lurking inside Marx, that flash could be a hint of Nightmare's power resurfacing/awakening with the sudden surge of energy? Also, Marx is *exceptionally* pale during that brief flash, with his skin turning a pale, sickly, corpse-like purple, just like Nightmare's skin!

Ahem. Outside of my desperate attempts to find enough evidence to make other people latch onto my favorite HC, I also just like it because it would make Nightmare more of a threat too. Which I always enjoy. Gotta give credit where credit is due to the OG "scary" Kirby boss. (...Even if the scariest part was how surprisingly easy it was to run out of time in the orb phase of the fight.) 

And if Nightmare, in *some form* carried on over into a second game (aka, Super Star) we'd have an antagonist who makes a much better foil to Dark Matter/Zero! Now we've got “The Dark Matter Trilogy” and “The Nightmare Trilogy!” Or maybe “The Fountain Trilogy?” Err, duology! Because I can't link a third game into this. Unless I'm missing a relevant game somewhere...?

(...Smash Bros Ultimate...??)

Oh, yes! Another thing that's kind of fun/funny about this theory is that, if it were true, in light of the connections Forgotten Land gives us regarding the Galactic Novae, then a Nightmare-carrying Marx Soul has the potential to be a fusion of THREE lifeforms, depending upon if the Novae are made from a living Elfilis simulacrum or a fake one. (But again, the *heartbeat*...)

Anyway, three may honestly be too much, but I absolutely believe Marx Soul is a fusion of two lifeforms, minimum. You COULD see the "splitting in two" at the end as just a random creepy thing, or some kind of ironic fate based on his black hole attack, but I can't believe it’s unrelated. The Kirby series has too many meaningful lore and background bits tucked away in innocuous places for that and I think the splitting is a sign of...SOMETHING. 

Just not sure what.

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Marx Soul and Void...?

I've been trying to think about WHY Marx Soul and Void share a battle background. Obviously, I considered the shared BG to be an important element in my Nightmare v Marx comparisons. They're not identical, such that you could say they occur in the exact same place, but they are close enough to be noticeable.

But I really have no idea why...! The fight with Void's core takes place inside Void Termina's shell body (?) and it's difficult to say WHERE that space even is.

Given that Marx Soul is absolutely an Ancient artifact-fueled beastie made out of various Nova parts, it's not unreasonable to suggest that the weird polygonal beehive-esque space these fights occur in is one that spawns when you break or otherwise corrupt some kind of Ancient power source? ...Or rather, something the Ancients USED as a power source? ...A twisting of reality?

Void Termina wields the Master Crown as a weapon. And I think Void/Void's power must have been the inspiration for the physical crown's creation on Halcandra. Plus the Ancients (presumably/possibly) built the Novae based around Elfilis's dreamscape-creating/dimension traveling powers. 

Man, what little we know about the Ancients, we're already getting the feeling their "best" creations came from stealing the powers of other lifeforms...

Would you believe that, as big a Marx fan as I am, I hadn't even made the connection between Void Termina's glass wings and Marx's glass wings until it was pointed out to me? Ahaha... I guess I just associated Marx's with all that pretty color-changing, where as Termina's wings looked so static. But they are the same shape...ish. And I think that's relevant! Somehow! Again, it's a little hard to make a solid connection, unless you can somehow connect the Void-born species and Elfilis with each other...? That is, a connection outside of "A Voidborn and a fragment of Elfilis went on a journey together in Forgotten Land!"

(Also, why am I suddenly interested in calling Kirby's species "Voidborn?" What is this weird Bloodborne/Gothic-Horror Kirby crossover building in my head...?)

Oh, oh! But another thing that's kind of neat (BIAS TALK INCOMING) is that, partly due to their popularity in the fandom at large, Marx and Magolor ARE slowly working their way up into sub-main character status of the Kirby series! And I'm not just talking about the concert promotion either...!

I can't say if this was in all 30th Anniversary merch, but I got the Kirby Room Light (sooo cute) and it came with a booklet introducing the various major characters of Kirby and right alongside the four heroes (and Rick, Coo, and Kine) were Marx and Magolor. Not only does this please me for personal reasons, I think it's a REALLY GOOD CHOICE.

One way or the other, whether Magolor is just a Halcandran fanboy (fan cat?) or an actual Halcandran, whether Marx is just a jester or some sort of green goop producing semi-clockwork being now, the two of them provide an excellent link to the broader Kirby cosmos! They were villains once, are no longer serious villains now, both survived (?) their experiences, and they can be "friendly" to the heroes (...if you have enough REAL CASH on hand. Or maybe they’ll ambush you mid-credits sequence because it's funny!) 

Anyway, the brilliance of upgrading them to major characters is that the dev team can keep the main 4 relatively free from weird, complicated Ancient backstory hijinks (...although Meta Knight, should he also be Voidborn, remains a big, untapped secret...) while still giving us players a cute orb-sized link back to them any time they choose! And that's another reason Void Termina is such an interesting fight! Because while Void calls back to pretty much every Kirby boss, the two bosses they call back to the most are... Marx and Magolor.

.........This was about Marx Soul. Right. Sorry. Didn't mean to get distracted.

(But WHILE I'm distracted, I meant to say that part of what this means to me is that, if we were to get a new, more faithful Kirby anime, I can totally see/respect/want desperately for Marx and Magolor to become a Team Rocket-esque pair of reoccurring villains this time around. A selfish, greedy Dedede as villain of the week needs to go. Let the selfish mischievous jester and greedy lying wizard cause all the problems!)

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Ahem. Now back to Marx Soul. And headcanons.

So, I dropped this idea out there once, but I headcanon Drawcia as Marx's magic teacher pre-Milky Way Wishes, and the reason for that is almost entirely due to their connection as Soul bosses and the inherited move set. I mean, he turns INTO PAINT! Who else could he have picked that up from but the living painting herself?! Of course, moves would be carried over from Soul boss to Soul boss after that, regardless of any potential ties between them, but eh, this one is too firmly entrenched in my mind that I just can't get rid of it!

...I like to imagine Drawcia made Marx's training anything but easy. (She IS a villain.)

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Marx Soul and Death in the Kirby-verse

This one gets a little complicated because it's tied to a bunch of things and is more of a philosophy(?) thing rather than a headcanon thing? I’m going to talk about it anyway though because why not!

So, I think, in general, the understanding/implication is that Marx either died or was very near death after the collision with the Nova. His body is an ashen grey and he's not moving after that. This would, in a sense, make Marx Soul out to be Marx's animated corpse. (Yikes...)

But death is WEIRD in Kirby. There's that line in one of the early material books or earlier interviews or something (although every time I get asked about a source for these things, I end up being wrong so take what I’m saying here with a grain of salt, please!) but I RECALL a bit about the creatures in Popstar coming back "like the grass in summer." ...Or maybe it was weeds...? 

And yes, it might've been referring to the respawning system in the 2D games and NOT a lore element. But I'm ridiculously fond of this one as lore for whatever reason and I tend to work it into my generalized Kirby headcanon almost every time: the idea that things on Popstar never really die.

(It’s a stretch but then again...the critters in the Forgotten Land DON’T respawn like the Popstar ones when you destroy them. Now, that's because there's no "screen border" you can cross that means its safe for them to do so...and they DO respawn if you exit and re-enter a room. It’s an out there idea, but isn't it kind of interesting...?)

So, anyway! Popstar as a weird Fountain of Eternal Youth/paradise planet where nothing ever dies! Maybe it's energy of the planet? Maybe that's why everyone is attracted to it/always wants to invade it? And if Marx and Kirby had fought on Popstar, maybe Marx would have just been sent flying ala King Dedede in Dream Land 1? But they fought juuuuust outside the bounds of Popstar, so when Marx makes a magnificent crash into a Galactic Nova, he's a little more messed up than typical. (If Popstar residents CAN’T get permanently injured or die, that crash must have been a real system shock to poor Marx...)

And now you have this weird dead/dying/undead/undying Marx (...all the worse if he had just enough lingering Popstar energy in him so that he COULDN'T just die post-crash, but wasn't alive either...) Anyway, depending upon how deep you read into it, what you get there and the emotional implications of it are all kind of horrible, really. Because Kirby has never really faced or had to contend with, err, death before... Not yet, at last. Anything that's been an invader to Popstar is destroyed or dispersed in a safe clean way, but Marx is different because Marx was at one time alive and now...isn't.

I imagine, sometimes, what that must be like for Kirby. Kirby wouldn’t be exactly responsible for Marx’s death or the creation of Marx Soul because it was Marx himself that went spiraling out of control, but still... 

Even though Kirby games have no specific timeline, I occasionally think about how various events would take their toll on Kirby. Affect Kirby’s growth. (Like the stuff with the friend hearts in Star Allies and how Kirby goes on to save EVERYONE in FL, right off the heels of being unable to save either Secty or Haltmann. When you look at the big picture, it DOES tie together.) 

Long story short, I have various thoughts about the fact that the next mainline game to be released after Super Star Ultra is Return to Dream Land - where Kirby is (implied to be) constantly in the company of Meta Knight, Dedede, and Bandee. Maybe they thought Kirby shouldn't be alone after, well...after the ghost of a former foe came back from the dead for a ghastly revenge...? And boy is Marx Soul ghastly. At least for the early Kirby series. The awful noises, glitchy movements, and the weird bits of sanity-slippage you get from that fight does play strongly into the "zombie Marx" theory.

Speaking of Marx Soul graphical weirdness, I love how, among the new animations for him, we get this cute (?) little one where he curls up into a ball...? Except the way he tucks his wings in so that they slowly cross over him/vaguely meld into his body...? It's not your typical HORROR horror, but there's something unnerving about it. Maybe it's that "creepy cartoon" effect?

...Brief aside. I’ve only watched, like, 10 episodes of Steven Universe but I did watch the movie, thanks to a friend. And my mind almost can't help but make visual parallels between Marx and Spinel. At least as far as "creepy cartoon characters who are creepy specifically BECAUSE they are a cartoon."

What makes this one move of Marx's even more weirdly dissonant is that when you stop to look at the sprite, he's got this surprisingly peaceful expression on his face for squishing himself into a physically impossible little ball of impossible.

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Marx Soul is Marx's Negative Impulses/Thoughts

This HC is one I barely use myself, but I LOVE to see it??? 

I'm not at all into Marx/Marx Soul selfcest, which, frankly, is where I see this headcanon pop up the most, but ahhh, I can't help but enjoy the concept of a Marx Soul continuing to linger in the back of Marx's mind whispering all sorts of horrible things in his head even after Star Allies. As someone with negative intrusive thoughts, it feels kinda good to see versions of a comfort character struggle with them too, in either a mental or physical form...

It also makes for some damn good fanart.

On that note, temptation is strong to make a parody of Guchiry’s Flower song "Abnormality Dancing Girl" that plays into this version of Marx + Marx Soul.

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Back to random Marx Soul observations!

You know what I also love? The minor detail of Marx Soul's hat switching colors! Regardless of WHAT Marx Soul is, we understand him to have needed to use the power of the Nova to reconstruct/revive himself, and I occasionally like to think the reversed hat is a possible representation of just how wrong he was when he came back. Yes, it doesn't exactly work out logically or physically, because Marx wasn't (yet) split in two when he near-died, but it's almost like, while absorbing Nova's parts to remake himself, he (or it) put himself back together in the wrong way. His eyes are more prominently facing outward too. I'm not exactly saying his left eye is on the right and his right eye is on the left now but...maybe?!?

 So much body horror in one tiny jester 

...Oh geez...! Speaking of...

This just came up in my feed today, but Super Star was supposed to have one last mini-game included in it that was horror-themed and it was initially planned that Kirby would have his *mouth sewn shut* by the villain so he couldn't use copy abilities?!? (Yikes yikes...) And he'd have to collect them instead? 

This is, I gather, the base of the system used in Milky Way Wishes? 

The lost game theory makes sense, because Milky Way Wishes is more like a rehash/revisitation of the other Super Star mini-games. Every planet is made of reused tiles. The most original element in it is Marx. So...if Marx was originally planned to be the villain of that horror game (...and it fits, what with him being a scary clown...) Well...you can sort of see why Sakurai's original version of Marx is a whole lot scarier if THAT is the kind of thing he'd do to Kirby...

...Also, I don't know why...but I get the strong feeling that, seeing as how Marx in MWW suffers a very karmic "He's destroyed by the very comet he wished on!" defeat, the ending to this horror-themed Kirby game would probably have the magic Marx used on Kirby backfiring on him in a very bad way... 

Imagine a zombie Marx Soul making Those Noises with a stitch-ripped mouth... 

...Or don't, because, you know, that's awful.

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I CAN'T END THIS ON THAT IMAGE IN GOOD FAITH SOOOO....

...Aha, I know what I can still talk about! The Roses! 

Marx Soul's roses! Who told them they were allowed to add roses to Marx's attack patterns?! It's so...gah, it's so interesting! How is it Marx goes from thorny vines (...thorny catci?) to blooming roses?! I have NO idea. Kumazaki, why did you give Marx Soul roses?! Marx isn't tied into the plot of Triple Deluxe in any way, is he?! It's just...I mean, roses have a ton of associations, of course. One for every color. But Marx Soul's roses are blood red.

And he has those hearts on his wings. What do those mean??

I actually ended up doing some research on this, because I was trying to figure out if there could be some meaning to Marx's heart wings. Tbh, the first thing that came to mind was "...Is this a Dio Brando reference?" Because of the heart-iconography + crazy villain thing. But through that, I learned that the "heart shape" actually existed in Japan for centuries! Only it wasn't a "heart," it was a boar's eye(?) And it was a symbol of good fortune and to ward off evil. Interesting how, even if it didn't mean love yet, it was still a positive symbol.

So why is Marx associated with these positive symbols?! But this may be another Void connection because Void is all heart imagery all the time!

...And...so is Elfilis...

Huh. Wasn't I just wondering about ties between Void and Elfilis toward the beginning of this essay? If Marx's hearts are Elfilis's hearts are Void's hearts...?

Alas, I don't have an answer. Ran out of headcanons.

In any case, I really do hope that Marx's rising popularity means a consistent appointment to the position of semi-regular character (like with Magolor) because there is just SO MUCH packed inside this little jester to explore!

[angelatsumu]

cockwarming hc's [nsfw]

hello friends! mac is back with another hc <3 the boys and their cockwarming styles <3

boys: bokuto, nishinoya, mattsun <3

requests are open!

warnings: puppy!reader in some, dom vibes in all, overstimulation in Mattsun's, dacryphilia in Mattsun's, Mattsun's just super mean, fem!reader

nsfw under the cut!

b. koutaro

bokuto loves to cockwarm, he is the cockwarming king. he just absolutely adores the intimacy and closeness of cockwarming

bokuto loves the little stutters when he shifts unintentionally, the way you squirm a little from the closeness. he especially loves when you're clinging to him while he's working, and you seem so small in his lap

for bokuto, having his sweet girl so close to him, so warm and tight around him, he feels comforted.

everyone thinks bokuto's too impatient for this sort of thing, but if it means he gets to be this close to his puppy, he would do it til the end of time.

"hey, pretty girl," he beams as your little footsteps make their way into the room. he grins sweetly at you, brows furrowing slightly to mimick your own frown. you huff, circling his desk to stand beside him, towering only slightly over your gentle giant. he looks at you knowingly, patting his lap. before you can have a seat he stops you, shuffling his hand under his sweatpants for a few moments before revealing his semi-hard cock. you blush at him, and he just grins mischeviously. you sigh, sliding down your dampening panties to leave your cunny bare under the shirt you stole from him. bokuto sticks his pointer and index fingers into his mouth, holding eye contact with you as he dampens his fingers for you. you rub your thighs together as the aching in your heat continued to grow with every second. your eyes flickered to his prominent member, pink tip oozing precum just from the thought of being inside your velvety walls. a sigh left your lips the moment his damp fingers met your puffy folds, sliding between them to redistribute your wetness. bokuto groaned softly at the feeling of your warmth, resolving on taking his time. you huffed at him once more, rocking your hips to graze your clit along his fingers, and he looks up at your scoldingly. "aw come on, pretty girl. behave." he isn't harsh when he says them, but they encourage you not to push him any further. his hand retracts from your cunny, and he immediately pulls you into his lap, chest to chest. you sink onto his heat slowly, his hands gripping your waist to deter you from bouncing on instinct. the groan he lets out, soft and whiny, makes your cunny throb, and he lets out a soft whimper. your face buries in his neck as he continues watching his volleyball tapes, blush slowly rising to his cheeks. "if you stay really still, daddy might reward you, hm?" he has a smirk in his voice, and you nod eagerly.

n. yu

okay so i am team small body nice dick so i firmly believe that noya is packin' a little heat

anyway, nishinoya gives me switch energy with a dom lean because he's small and wants to feel bigger

that being said, baby probably uses cockwarming as a way to make his pretty baby beg for him

he is not dicking you down unless you are on the verge of losing your marbles, and that's just that

it would probably be an ego thing, like you had made him feel small or something while you were out and he was just pretending it was fine until you're ready to get to action and he's just sitting there vibin'

"aw puppy, don't be so shy, come sit," he's patting his lap, dick in hand as he keeps his eyes fixed on the television. he tries to look disinterested, and that nearly makes you drop to your knees for him. you sigh, standing over him with a slight blush on your cheeks. he glances up at you, hand moving to swipe over his swollen tip before nodding toward his cock once more. you let out a whine, straddling his waist with your chest facing him, sinking onto his dick. he bites his lip at the sensation, almost forgetting about the end goal. nishinoya grins mischievously at you before sitting back against the sofa and directing his attention away from you again. the lack of stimulation puts you on edge as your walls stretch to get accustomed to his girth. yu's eyes purposefully catch yours before trailing down your body to where his cock disappears inside you, and despite his cock twitching, he shrugs in disinterest. you whimper at him, pawing at his chest as he directs his attention to the television again, pretending to be captivated by the replay of a random volleyball game. he ignores your whimpers, but with every slight movement, his hands get tighter on your waist. you work yourself up to grind against him, desperately seeking friction for your throbbing clit, and he allows two rolls of your hips before reaching between you and smacking your needy clit. "stop it, pup," he's stern despite the choked out whimpers he lets slip. your brows furrow in annoyance as you get comfortable in his lap, allowing your chest to press against his and your head to rest on his shoulder. "take your punishment like the good girl you are, and I'll be extra nice to your pretty cunny, okay?" you nod into his neck, sighing in relief. even after being a brat, you were still his precious girl.

m. issei

cockwarming is a punishment with issei, and there is nothing you can do to change his mind

this man is very into overstimulating his bratty girl, and what better way than to make her sit completely still on his cock and abuse her clit?

genuinely couldn't care less if you cry (well he would prefer it honestly)

half the battle is sinking onto his monster cock. the other half is getting through the night without crying

you relent on your tears to disobey him, but it eventually comes out.

would cum inside you by your second orgasm, but that doesn't stop him from torturing you endlessly

usually says things like "stop holding it, just give in" [i am writing a separate headcannon on forced orgasms with the boys→ yikes]

your chest heaved as you sat in issei's lap, legs spread with his cock deeply seated in your tight, throbbing cunt. your cheeks were warm with embarrassment and overstim, eyes closing lazily as he retracted his fingers from your clit. your walls squeezed him like a vice, eliciting swears from under his breath. he peppered kisses along your neck and jawline, pulling your back against his chest as he peered at you through the mirror in front of you. "i'm not done, silly girl," he smirked at you, right hand disappearing behind him. you squeezed your eyes tight, fighting tears from your third consecutive orgasm by his fingers on your clit alone. you whimpered, pawing at his left hand on your hip, aching to be set free. "oh puppy~" your eyes flutter open to see a shit-eating grin on issei's face, and you immediately let out a whimper. your eyes pan to his right hand, seeing your wretched vibrator he'd confiscated from you weeks ago. immediately your cunny tightened around him, and he let out a cheeky grunt. "awh, my little one is so-" he presses the vibe against your clit, starting on a lower speed. "close-" he kicks up the vibe's speed, "to breaking~". you let out an involuntary moan, soft and desperate as your back arches against his chest. you feel your high coming, the coil within you moments from snapping. still you relent, squeezing your eyes shut to fight the tears he so painfully needed. issei grunts in your ear as your cunny milks him, convulsing walls pushing him over the edge. he paints your walls with his cum, letting out a deep huff as he thrusts involuntary, earning another desperate whimper from you. "s'too much, daddy~" you whined, gripping his arm as he pressed the vibe deeper into your heat. "i know, baby, but you know what I want," his words were slick as they went straight to your heat, nearly propelling you past the point of no return. his left hand wrapped around your throat, as his lips met the shell of your ear, breath fanning over your skin. "you're so pretty when you cry, puppy," he groaned in your ear as he astutely caught the single tear you let slip accidentally. losing all resolve as your orgasm washed over you, you convulsed in his grasp, tears flowing softly as he pressed the vibe further into your swollen nub, erupting quiet sobs from you as your hands took purchase on his working arm, trying desperately to pull him away. "one more," he whimpered, your weeping pussy driving him closer to overstimulation.