#the way he has a hand on the back of Tails' left & his back

[written-and-readen]

Hold Me Close

Dan Heng, Sunday, Mydei x reader (separate)

Summary: A good hug can do wonders

Warnings: 3.1 spoilers in Mydei's part

Dan Heng

Dan Heng stands at the edge of Scalegorge Waterscape. His hands clench into fists as he stares up at the statue of the previous High Elder of the Vidyadhara, one he looks identical to. The way his hair now falls down his back and the slight weight of the horns on his head feel unfamiliar along with the sweeping tail that follows him.

Soon, he’ll be reunited with his companions from the Astral Express, but he’s not sure if he wants them to see him like this, especially you. The shadow of Imbibitor Lunae has all but consumed him since he stepped foot on the Luofu again.

His eyes flicker over to the steps as he catches the Trailblazers approaching. The familiar faces are welcome after having to face his past. You’re the one he makes eye contact with. Your eyes widen once they meet his, and his heart tightens, wondering what you see.

The moment you reach the top, you’re sprinting his way, barreling into him with an embrace. With your arms wrapped around him, the shadow recedes. He is not Dan Feng. He belongs on the Astral Express, among its crew, in your arms.

“Dan Heng, are you okay?” He nods with a soft smile. His arms encircle you, not wanting to lose your warmth any time soon. He feels more like himself when he's with you.

Sunday

Sunday stands on the platform, the door to the Astral Express in front of him. Just one more step and he'll set off on a journey far away from Penacony. He's said his goodbyes, at least most of them. There's still someone he doesn't know if he can face and that's you. Leaving without any notice feels wrong though, and he can't bring himself to take that last step onto the train yet.

"Is something wrong?" Welt asks.

"Nothing at all," Sunday replies calmly, trying to will himself to board the Express when his attention is completely drawn away by a voice calling out.

"Sunday!" You're racing full sprint towards the Astral Express and him. He thinks you'll stop at some point, but you keep going until you're able to capture him in a hug. Sunday stumbles back slightly from the force but also puts his arms around you, holding you close to feel the rise and fall of your body while you catch your breath. He hasn't seen you since before Ena's dream. Having you in his arms once more feels like a blessing he shouldn't be granted after all of that.

"You were going to leave without saying goodbye, weren't you?" You whisper into the fabric of his shirt. Sunday freezes as your words spear through his chest.

"I didn't want to but—"

"I really missed you." He hears sniffles as your embrace tightens, effectively killing any excuse he could come up with. His hands move to cup your face, tilting it up so he can get a good look at you for the first time in a while and the last time before he sets off.

"I'm sorry." His gloves wipe the tears that stain your face. "I thought you would not want to see me."

"Every time we part, I wait until I can see you again." You smile softly up at him, one that melts away all his fears. Your hand takes his, placing it over your heart. "You'll have my heart wherever you go."

"I'll keep it safe until I return." Sunday finally feels able to smile back at you, drawing you into a kiss that he wishes could last much longer.

"Goodbye, Sunday." He withdraws from the safety of your arms to step aboard the Express. You stand on the platform, waving goodbye and watching the Astral Express depart from Penacony. Thank goodness a certain gray-haired Trailblazer had texted you about the train's newest passenger before he left.

Mydei

"You have to let go soon." Mydei's voice rumbles through his chest that you have your face buried in as he mutters in your ear. Despite his words, his own hold on you tightens ever so slightly. One of the hardest parts of deciding to return to Castrum Kremnos was the idea of leaving you in Okhema.

"Do you really have to go?" Your fingers trace down the red marks on his back and it only makes it harder for him to resist your affection. "It's dangerous. What if..." You can't bring yourself to finish the sentence as if speaking it will bring it into existence.

"That won't happen. I have this immortal body, remember?"

"Will I see you again?" That is a harder question for Mydei to answer, but he knows that he'd die over and over again if it meant he'd live to see the day he reunites with you.

"I hope so," He whispers into your hair. Silence falls between you as you cherish these last moments, trying to imprint the feeling of the other as much as possible into your memory to hold onto when you're apart.

"It's time," Mydei declares, unwinding his arms from around you. With a final squeeze, you let him go too.

"One last thing." Mydei is about to ask what it is before you silence him with a kiss. As your arms go around his neck, he feels you unknowingly brush your fingers against his one weak spot. How fitting for the one person he's weakest for. Your lips move against his until the both of you are left breathless.

"Come back, okay?" You say upon parting.

"And when I do, you'll give me another kiss like that, right?" You smack him in the chest for the smirk he throws your way, but in the back of your mind you know it to be true. You're already planning it to be the first thing you do as you watch him walk out of the holy city.

[heavyhitterheaux]

To Date or Not to Date

See Me Through You Blurb

Synopsis: Ja'Marr answers the famous TikTok question of "which teammate would he not let date his sister."

Pairing: Husband!Joe Burrow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: a gorgeous anon 😍

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The Bengals had just wrapped up another practice on what turned out to be a windy day in Cincinnati. Everyone was making their way back into the locker room when Joe looked up and noticed that their social media team kept stopping players for what he assumed to be another TikTok that they were filming.

As Joe was approaching them along with Jake, he caught the tail end of the question that was currently being asked to Andrei and Tee.

“Which one of your teammates would you not let date your sister?”

“Love all these guys on my team, but for Geno… it's a no!” Andrei said before walking off and all of the attention was now on Tee.

“Well, Tee, what are your thoughts? Who would you not let date your sister?” Kelsey from the social media team asked him.

“Ja’Marr because he's a hoe! Oh shit, can I say that on camera?” He asked as his eyes went wide. But what he didn't notice was Ja’Marr right behind him.

“Excuse me, Tee! I heard that with your big ass mouth! They're going to have to edit this out.” Ja’Marr told him before Kelsey held the mic up to him.

“Okay, Ja'Marr you're up. Who would you not let date your sister?”

Ja’Marr looked dead into the camera and without hesitation said the name that no one expected.

“Joe.”

“Um, Ja'Marr….” Kelsey started to say when she saw Joe approaching him from behind and said nothing as Joe caught him in a headlock.

“AH! Get off me! I was just playing! Damn!”

“Well jokes on your dumbass because we're married.” Joe told him as Ja'Marr was trying to get out of his grip.

“Ouch! Okay! Okay! I take it back! Unhand me! I'm your brother-in-law!”

“And that's why you shouldn't have said it!”

“Get him again for me, Joe!” Tee yelled as Joe laughed before finally loosening his grip.

Once he finally did, the two of them continued towards the locker room.

“Joe, I'm telling your wife that you attacked me!”

“And you know good and damn well the first question out of her mouth is going to be if you deserved it or not. So therefore, I highly doubt that she would care.”

“You right. She mean as hell and would probably laugh at me. Look, I even asked you THIRTY minutes before the wedding if you were sure about marrying her. I mean better for me since she now had someone else to bother so she wouldn't be constantly blowing up my phone.”

“She still does?”

“You're right, but don't tell her I said that. Wait, am I still invited to dinner tonight?”

“Let’s call her and ask.”

“Wait, what? Joe, don't you dare tell on me.”

“Too late. Hello? Hi, baby doll. Let me tell you what your brother did at practice today.” Joe said into the phone with you on the other end.

“Oh no. Is he still in one piece?”

“I left him in one piece, but he came close to losing a body part.”

“Don't listen to him, Pebbles! I'm innocent!” Ja’Marr said as he tried to take the phone, but Joe swatted his hand away.

“He has never been innocent, so go on.” You told him as you were currently trying to pick out an outfit to go to lunch with your mom.

“So, you know our social media team is always out here and Kelsey asked him ‘which player would you not let date your sister?’ And your twin who was found in a dumpster behind Popeyes…”

“Joe, what the hell!?” Yelled Ja’Marr as he threw his hands up in disbelief.

“Stop interrupting. He decided to say my name and earned himself being put in a headlock and asked me after the fact if he is still invited over for dinner.”

You couldn't help but to immediately laugh before responding back to your husband.

“I'll go to PetsMart on my way home from lunch and get a doggy bowl to put outside for him.”

[sakumz]

Hii! I really like your writing style, would you be interested in writing a headcanon or scenario about a man in ZZZ acting a bit possessive toward his partner, if you don’t mind?

a/n : hellooo and I'm sorry it took awhile to write this (wanted to post on vdays but I forgot) hehe

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[ wise, lighter, harumasa x fem reader ]

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--- wise

he can't help but feel a little jealous when he sees you, his beloved be a little LITTLE too touchy with his lovely sister. why are you patting her head when she's done something good? must you really give her hugs too when you say goodbye? are you dating her or him?

today. he just can't stand TODAY! he was supposed to be having movie night at your home, why is belle here? she said she'll help bring over snacks and be done with it. someone's gotta handle the store, you know yet she's here, yapping mid way through the movies and even feeding you popcorn. he leans closer to you. heck you can even hear his breathing if you focus a little more on him. just as he's about to drape an arm over to your shoulders, you stand up.

" what's wrong? " belle asks as you grab the now empty bowl on her lap.

" it's almost half empty and we're barely halfway through the movie. I'm gonna get more popcorn, just stay put you two! " wise sighs heavily as you disappear into the kitchen.

" why are you doing this? " wise heaves a huff as belle tries not to laugh. has he caught on?

" because I like her- "

" she's my woman you know! I got to her first. "

" but she clearly likes me more, " as you walk back to your spot.

you were pulled into a hug, your bowl falling flat as your brain malfunctions.

" no she doesn't like you as much as me! she's mine. " he hugs you tighter as the room falls eerily quiet.

" of course I like you as much as her, what's wrong? " belle and you can't help but burst out laughing.

" then why do you keep- " you turn to kiss him, pulling away quickly as belle snaps a photo of wise flustered face.

" you don't have to be so possessive over me, I'm yours you know. " you smile as wise hugs you once more, burying his face in your hair to hide his smile.

--- lighter

" come on sweetheart, I'll treat you a hundred times better than that red scarf, " the man next to you stirs as you giggle.

lighter took you to this random bar after a long motorcycle ride. who would've thought a few talking about your day to a stranger would lead to him hitting you up.

you feel lighter's shoulders tremble a little, next thing you know. more sweet words spilled from the drunken guy led to the glass lighter was gripping hard to spill.

" aw look at what sunglasses did, he splashed a little on your dress. here let me wipe- " the man took the serviette, ready to pat your dress dry as lighters hand came flying towards his own.

" I'll handle this and I'm sorry for your dress. " he takes the serviette from the man and wipes the part he ruined. his frown visible.

" see sweetheart, I'll treat you a hundred times- "

" better than me, but I'll punch you a hundred times to get it through your thick skull that she's not interested. " lighter spat as both you and the drunken man were left speechless. the man couldn't help but run with his tail between his legs.

" thank you for that but you know, a hundred is countable and my love for you is so much more than that. " you kiss his cheek as his sunglasses fall slightly from the bridge of his nose, exposing his shock filled green eyes.

--- harumasa

who would have thought harumasa would ever have a stand off with his long awaited rival. your possessive cat.

must your cat really stick by your side the moment you come home? he's there as you make dinner, eat (the cat sits on an empty vacant seat), crash on your couch, bed and when you go to the toilet? must he really wait outside...

harumasa sighs as he watches the cat follow you like a lost child. when you make dinner and press a kiss to your cats head. dont think harumasa missed the part where you steal pieces of meat and feed it to that cat!

" come on, can't I cuddle my girlfriend? " he spat at the cat as he pulls away from the hug and your cat is quick to steal a spot on your lap.

" just let my baby be, you don't see me complaining when your cat acts needy to you. "

" that's because she NEVER acts needy! " he points an accusing finger at you as you laugh.

to say the least, he really hates your boy cat. when you arrive at H.A.N.D with your cat in a carrier, why did nobody stop or toss your cat out? you said you've just collected him from the vet during your break and everyone was fine with it.

why did soukaku release your cat from the carrier? your cat was sitting on his seat, right next to you as miyabi and soukaku pats and compliments how well behaved and adorable he is. yanagi couldn't help but laugh when a co worker said your cat would've been a better partner than harumasa himself. WHAT!?

" CAT! your mother is my woman and you're second place in her heart, get it in your little fur brain or I'll just have to make you! " he grabs the cat, glaring directly as your cat gave the most nonchalant uncaring look to him.

" he's just a cat, don't get jelly. " soukaku says as she pulls the cat away from him.

" I am not jealous! " he spits.

" don't be possessive then, " miyabi says from behind him as he slumps on his chair.

" you're number one in my heart so dont worry about a cat. he won't replace you, besides. we already made plans for a vacation so you won't feel the presence of that cat for a week, " you rub circles on his hand as a faint smirk tugs at his lips.

[witchthewriter]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫

⤷ More of a WhatIf! situation...Requests are open, thank you for reading!🌷⋆.˚

a/n: this is too cute, thank you to anon who requested it!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

๋࣭⭑ 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✶⋆.˚

・Balerion the Black Dread is the most feared dragon in history, a creature of shadow and fire, destruction and legend.

・And yet, to his rider, he is not just a beast of war; he is a protector, a guardian, and the closest thing to a living god.

・Balerion is shockingly gentle.

・His rider is a speck of dust compared to his size

・If the child is scared or nervous, he’ll release deep, rumbling noises to calm them.

・His presence is felt rather than seen, a vast shadow always looming just beyond the horizon.

・If his rider whispers secrets to him, he listens, unblinking, as if understanding far more than any human could.

・Big Bad Balerion lets his rider climb onto his back, even when he does not take to the skies, walking through the land like a silent, unstoppable force.

・His rider sees what no one else does/what no one else can; the lands beyond the horizon, people below as ants, as meaningless...their lives so far away. His rider sees the world through a dragon’s eyes.

・He allows no one but them to touch his face, closing his great eyes when their small hands trace the scars time has left upon him.

・Balerion knows the sound of his rider's voice among thousands; even in a crowded battlefield, even in a storm.

・He will wait forever for them if he must.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

The Titan & The Tiny One

The Shadow That Follows

The Living Fortress

๋࣭⭑ 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐗𝐄𝐒 ✶⋆.˚

・The bond was created because the little one had too much bravery. When they first met her, everyone warned them to stay back; after all, Meraxes was one of the greatest dragons in the world.

・But when the child approached, small and fearless, Meraxes simply lowered her enormous head and sniffed at them curiously.

・Placing their tiny hands against her shimmering silver scales, Meraxes was not angry in the slightest. She relished in the moment. A touch that felt profound. So, from that moment on, that little fierce child belonged to her.

・The bond with Meraxes is unbreakable, an odd but beautiful connection between a mighty dragon and a child who sees her not as a beast, but as family.

・Always watching, always protective. Knows who is around her rider and what their connection is to them

・No words are needed. She understands her rider, and her rider understand her.

・Does not refrain from showing respect because her rider is younger.

・She checks on her rider constantly; sniffing, nudging, and even wrapping her tail around them when they sleep so they don’t wander off.

・When they're upset, Meraxes rests her giant head beside them, letting the child lean against her as her slow breathing calms them down. ・If her rider ever cries, she licks at their face or nudges them softly, her way of trying to fix what’s wrong.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

My Baby Now

Loyal to the End

The Fierce Guardian with a Soft Spot

๋࣭⭑ 𝐕𝐇𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐑 ✶⋆.˚

・Vhagar has seen many things; countless wars, her own rider's deaths, kings rise and fall, and the passage of time itself. She is a creature of war and legend, she is not easily impressed, nor does she bend to anyone’s will.

・At first, she ignores them completely, pretending she didn’t hear their commands.

・But when the child reaches out a small hand, fearless and steady, Vhagar huffs, the warm gust ruffling their hair as they press their palm against her ancient scales.

・Vhagar does not coddle, but she watches. Always.

・The old girl keeps her distance at times, but she is never truly far, her looming shadow a constant presence.

・If anyone so much as raises their voice at her rider, her growl alone is enough to silence them.

・There is communication between Vhagar and her rider. She does not need words; just a flick of her tail, a deep exhale, a narrowed eye says everything.

・Flying Above the Storms – She takes her rider so high that the world disappears, the sky stretching endless and free. The storm rages on below, but neither notice.

・She snorts in amusement when her rider dares to stand tall, to challenge her with their stubborn little spirit. Sometimes she humours them; most times she does not.

・Whenever her rider falls asleep against her, their tiny form barely noticeable against her massive body, yet she stays perfectly still for hours.

・Vhagar has seen it all, but her rider reminds her that there is still wonder in the world, still reasons to fly.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

The Ancient Guardian & The Tiny Warrior

Terror to the World, Gentle to One

The Old Warrior & The Young Dreamer

๋࣭⭑ 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐅𝐘𝐑𝐄 ✶⋆.˚

・Dreamfyre is curious and regal, her head tilting as she studies her tiny would-be rider.

・She does not simply accept anyone. And yet, when her rider reaches out with such quiet trust, Dreamfyre leans forward, allowing their hand to press against her cool, sky-colored scales.

・The second she breathes in their scent, the bond is sealed. Her rider is hers now, and always will be.

・"A baby!!!" She'd croon, ruffling her rider's hair with her breath.

・For many of these dragons, it is when they inhale a person's scent which makes them decide yes or no.

・Dreamfyre is deeply expressive—she chuffs softly when her rider is near, her way of saying "I see you. I know you."

・Very graceful in the air, always making sure her rider feels safe.

・She lets her rider play with her scales, allowing them to trace tiny patterns with their fingers.

・She nuzzles them softly when they wake up, a warm "good morning" before stretching her massive wings.

・She loves when her rider sings or hums, Dreamfyre joins in - tilting her head and releasing soft, accompanying rumbles.

・The blue dragon recognises her rider’s voice instantly, no matter where they are, and will always come when called.

・To the world, Dreamfyre is a legendary streak of blue across the sky. Yet, to her rider, she is theirs; their friend, their protector, family ... and a piece of the heavenss themselves.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Wings of Comfort, Fire of Fury

The Living Fairytale

A Love That Soars

๋࣭⭑ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 ✶⋆.˚

・"A.....CHILD?!"

・When his rider first approaches, he snorts, releasing a deep breath that stirs the air like a storm.

・But when the child steps forward without fear, he is impressed...as the young one reaches out with a steady hand, Vermithor lets out a low, rumbling growl. Testing to see what they do.

・With determination, the child looks old mountain in the eye. And as their hand touches Vermithor's snout, the bond snaps in place.

・Now the pair do staring contests all the time.

・It's Vermithor who loses mostly.

・Vermithor is colossal, his roars shake the ground, yet with his rider, he rumbles softly, lowering himself carefully so they can climb atop his back.

・He keeps a steady distance, watching from afar, yet the second his rider needs him, he is there in an instant.

・Vermithor does not (sometimes) start fights, but he will end them—and if anyone dares harm his rider, they will not survive his wrath.

・The Bronze Fury is BIG on naps and is more than happy to share them with his tiny human.

・He allows his rider to curl up on his wing, against his chest or even his neck. He will not move until his rider wakes.

・Sometimes he wraps the very tip of his tail around them, a subtle, instinctual way of keeping them close and protected.

・Though he is slow-moving and ancient, he does have a playful side.

・If his rider hugs him, he freezes at first, as if unsure what to do. Then, he very carefully leans into it, letting out a little tiny whine.

・His little rider tells him jokes they make up, and they make absolutely no sense but Vermithor gives a huff just so his rider thinks he's funny.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

The Ancient Titan & The Tiny Flame

A Bond of Trust, Not Submission

I Would Burn the World for You

๋࣭⭑ 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 ✶⋆.˚

・In her mind she's thinking, 'this is my baby, I'm gonna protect my baby no matter WHAT.'

・She’s the perfect dragon for a child because she loves company and comfort.

・The bonding happened so easily and without fuss. However, the rider did disappear from the family to go and bond with a dragon...

・When the young one reached out, there was no hesitation. Silverwing bent forward, allowing them to touch her.

・In the moment, she had let out a soft, deep hum. A sound of approval. She was riderless no more.

・Silverwing often nuzzles her rider’s hair, careful and slow, as if reassuring herself that they are safe. It also combines their scents. Letting everyone know that 1. Silverwing is bonded and 2. Her rider has the protection of a dragon.

・Very affectionate, lowering her head so her rider can press their forehead against hers.

・When her rider is sad or scared, she wraps her tail loosely around them, pulling them close like a mother comforting a hatchling.

・Honestly, if she could sing, she would. Like a little lullaby, but all she could make is a light hum.

・Loves to play! Whenever her rider feels energetic, she'll flap her wings just enough to create gusts of wind to make them laugh.

・If they’re nervous about flying, she nuzzles them gently, reassuring them before taking off.

・Unlike some dragons, Silverwing genuinely enjoys floating on a lake, allowing her rider to sit on her belly as she drifts peacefully.

・Silverwing is quiet but deeply attentive, her large eyes fixed on her rider as they chatter about their thoughts, dreams, or stories.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

The Moon & The Tide

Peaceful, But Deadly

The Guardian & The Dreamer

๋࣭⭑ 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐘𝐒 ✶⋆.˚

・Meleys is a proud dragon, but once she accepts someone as hers, she is devoted to them for life.

・Meleys is not easily impressed and does not accept riders without testing them first.

・If the child approaches with confidence, she does not move, however, if they show hesitation, she huffs and flicks her tail, testing their courage.

・When the young one touches Meleys' snout, and looks her in the eye; the dragon knows and the bond is formed.

・She huffs dramatically when they take too long to get ready for a flight, as if saying, "Hurry up, little one, we have places to be!"

・Meleys is strong-willed and does not take orders lightly, yet for her rider, she listens not out of submission, but out of deep affection.

・If her rider laughs, she lets out a high-pitched, chuffing sound, almost like a dragon’s version of a giggle.

・Meleys is dramatic in the most regal way possible—she will huff, flick her tail, or turn her head away if she feels ignored.

・She loves having her scales brushed, especially if her rider does it while talking to her.

・When she is flying at full speed, she lets out excited, high-pitched chirps, as if celebrating her own agility.

・If she sees another dragon being affectionate with their rider, she immediately nudges her own, as if to remind them who the best dragon is.

・Despite her fearsome reputation, Meleys has a surprising fondness for tiny creatures.

・If a small animal tries to hide under her wing, she freezes completely and allows it, looking down at her rider as if to say, "Well, what do I do now?"

・Meleys enjoys wandering and flying freely, but no matter how far she goes, she always comes back to her rider.

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𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

The Queen & Her Little Shadow

A Bond of Speed & Freedom

Fire & Beauty

๋࣭⭑ 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐗𝐄𝐒 ✶⋆.˚

・Caraxes is not easily impressed, and at first, he snarls and flares his wings

・But instead of running away, his rider stands firm, reaching out with small but steady hands.

・He narrows his great golden eyes, lowers his head, and nudges them experimentally—just enough to see if they will flinch.

・When they don’t, he lets out a sharp, approving huff, allowing them to touch his deep red scales.

・He is loud but loving, intense yet deeply affectionate, and fiercely protective of the small human he has claimed as his own.

・He has fought countless battles, but this tiny human? He would burn the world down for them.

・And loves it when he can hear the little one yell, "FASTER FASTER FASTER!"

・If someone makes his rider cry, he reacts immediately, nostrils flaring as he lowers his head to glare at the offender.

・He loves rubbing the top of his snout against his rider’s hands, chest, or face, the dragon equivalent of a cat headbutting their favorite person.

・Birds love landing on his horns, and while he acts indifferent, he never shakes them off.

・Influences his rider to become more aggressive when they're being bullied

・Caraxes lets his rider climb onto his back in ridiculous (and stupid) ways, even if they struggle and take forever. He allows them to be ... a kid.

・He loves when they scratch his jaw or the base of his horns—he rumbles so deeply that it shakes the ground.

・If his rider ever gets lost, he lets out a high, piercing roar, calling for them until they return.

・Caraxes is extremely vocal—his rider quickly learns the difference between his huffs, growls, whines, and deep rumbles.

・He loves being spoken to—his rider can talk for hours, and he will tilt his head, blinking slowly, as if truly listening.

・He is grumpy if they don’t say good morning to him first.

・If they try to be sneaky and leave without him noticing, he immediately catches them, blocking their path with his tail.

・If they’re sitting on the ground, he rests his massive head beside them, staring with his sharp golden eyes as if expecting them to entertain him.

・A very, VERY jealous being. Caraxes does not like when his rider spends too much time with other dragons.

・If another dragon roars at his rider? Immediate retaliation. No one gets to intimidate his human.

・When his rider sighs in frustration, he mimics them with an exaggerated snort. When the rider notices and folds their arms, Caraxes pretends like he didn't do a thing.

・He hates waiting—if he is kept waiting too long, he lets out small puffs of flame, just enough to be dramatic.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Loud, Chaotic, and Full of Love

The Fierce Warrior & The Tiny Braveheart

The Overprotective Guardian

๋࣭⭑ 𝐒𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐗 ✶⋆.˚

・Syrax is highly selective of who she allows near her, yet when she first meets her rider, there is no hesitation.

・Syrax treats her rider like one of her own hatchlings, keeping them close, shielding them with her wings, and always making sure they are safe.

・This also means, they'll be able to grow up together. Since Syrax isn't very old herself.

・She is exceptionally careful around her rider, moving slowly, making sure her wings do not knock them over.

・Syrax rumbles softly whenever her rider touches her, it is a deep soothing sound that makes the ground vibrate and her rider giggle.

・She often presses her forehead against them, a sign of deep trust and affection.

・Syrax moves with grace and fluidity, twirling through the clouds in ways that make her rider laugh with joy.

・Loves when her rider runs up to her with open arms

・"We're going for a ride Syrax!" And the yellow dragon would let out a little noise in celebration

・Syrax loves spending time with her rider because she loves listening to court gossip

・And everytime she sees her rider there's a new present for her

・Sunbathing together! Syrax adores basking in the sun, and she always makes room for her rider to lie beside her on her massive wing.

・She is always listening for their voice; no matter where they are, she will hear them call her name.

・Unlike her more aggressive kin, Syrax worries about her rider. She checks on them constantly, making sure they are safe, fed, and warm.

・When waiting for food, she taps her claws rhythmically against the ground, the dragon equivalent of impatiently tapping fingers on a table.

・Syrax is not just a beast of war; she is a queen of the skies, a guardian, a mother at heart. And for her rider, she is all these things at once.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

The Golden Guardian

No One Touches the Little One

The Dragon Who Cares Too Much

๋࣭⭑ 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 ✶⋆.˚

・Beautiful Seasmoke is graceful, swift, and playful, one of the most agile and intelligent dragons of his time.

・While he is skilled in war, he is also gentler than many of his kin, making him a perfect match for a young, adventurous rider.

・He is as mischievous as he is protective, nudging his rider toward fun but always watching carefully to keep them safe.

・Which brings me to the ultimate headcanon: Big Brother energy

・"Seasmoke, today I learnt more words in High Valyrian!"

"Hell yeah you did lil dude!" (Comes out as a roar, obviously)

・Huffs warm air over them in the morning, a gentle wake-up call that is more effective than any alarm clock.

・Seasmoke is naturally curious, and the first time he sees his rider, he doesn’t roar or threaten—he watches, head tilted in intrigue.

・Seasmoke is extremely touchy for a dragon, constantly nudging, headbutting, and wrapping his tail around his rider. Especially shows this when he's around people he doesn't like, when he's bored and wants to go for a fly etc.

・He loves flipping his wings suddenly while his rider walks nearby just to send a gust of wind their way and make them laugh.

・If his rider ever trips or falls, he immediately lowers his snout, nudging them gently as if saying, "Up, little one."

・Seasmoke chitters and warbles a lot, making soft sounds of excitement whenever he sees his rider (that's a lie, sometimes he screeches in happiness)

・He’s an expert at blending into fog, and sometimes, he plays a game where he vanishes into the mist, only to reappear behind his rider with a playful growl (this TERRIFIES onlookers)

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

The Free Spirit & Their Loyal Dragon

The Playful Protector

Two Halves of One Soul

๋࣭⭑ 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐎𝐍 ✶⋆.˚

・Drogon is fierce, untamed, and utterly relentless. A creature born of fire and destruction, feared across the world.

・But to his rider, he is something different.

・His bond with them is absolute, forged in trust, protectiveness, and something almost possessive.

・'This I Will Defend' mentality.

・His protective instincts go into overdrive once the bond is in place

・Both are chaotic and want to set fire to everything. The rider has to be given a talk by their parents that they cannot do that.

・He is not just a guardian—he is a shadow over their shoulder, a fire in the dark, a force of nature that bends to no one but them.

・To the world, Drogon is death with wings, but for his rider, he lowers his massive head so they can pat his snout with tiny hands.

・He allows no one to touch or speak harshly to his rider without a deep, warning growl vibrating through his chest.

・This lets his rider get away with a lot of things aka saying the word 'no' can only be done if Drogon is not within ear-reach

・Drogon drops food at their feet, as if expecting them to eat like him. He doesn’t understand why humans insist on cooking things first.

・Drogon has no concept of personal space, and his rider is always warm whether they like it or not.

・Drogon loves to sprawl in the sun, wings half-open, scales shimmering in the light. It always makes his rider laugh, as he rolls around on his back like a big ol' pup

・If anyone tries to disturb nap time, Drogon lifts his wing slightly and growls just enough to scare them off.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Fire and Fury for the One I Love

The Monster and Their Tiny Human

You Are Mine, and I Am Yours

๋࣭⭑ 𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐋 ✶⋆.˚

・"Umm, what do I do with it?"

・Rhaegal is thinking his rider is a meek thing but as soon as they are face to face, Rhaegal is given orders.

・Quickly becomes proud of his rider, letting them take control and learn on their own.

・He only steps in when he thinks they need help (he knows they will never ask for help)

・Rhaegal is not a dragon who takes orders easily, but if his rider asks him to do something, he obeys without hesitation.

・If his little child rider ever wanders off, he follows at a distance, making sure they're safe without hovering too much. He guides them carefully, using his tail or wing to steer them away from danger.

・When his little rider is asleep against his side, Rhaegal wraps a wing around them, keeping them warm and protected.

・Rhaegal LOVES cool rivers and lakes, and sometimes he lets his rider splash him playfully while he watches with amusement.

・Rhaegal likes to 'hunt' gifts for his rider. So he'll bring them shiny rocks, feathers, or small bones, dropping them proudly at their feet.

・To him, the rider is his hatchling, his most precious treasure, and nothing in the world will ever harm them as long as he lives.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

The Only One He Listens To

The Quiet Guardian

A Bond That Needs No Words

๋࣭⭑ 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✶⋆.˚

・Oh my beloved Viserion.

・You just know that the bond would be so precious and delicate.

・He could crush his rider in an instant, yet he lowers his head so the little one can pat his snout or curl up against his warm scales.

・Vissy would definitely be upset that he couldn't sleep in his rider's room. And vice versa.

・The pale dragon loves when his rider gives him affection. Pets are good, Scratches are better.

・If he were small, he'd spend all day wrapped around his rider's neck. Sometimes he'd sleep, most of the time he'd be content just to be close to his little friend.

・When flying, Viserion is always conscientious of his rider. He doesn't want to hurt them in any way.

・If someone even raises their voice at the little rider? Viserion growls low, golden eyes locked onto the offender until they back away.

・He often circles around his rider, keeping his tail close like a barrier. No one gets near without his approval.

・The moment he senses they might be cold, he instinctively wraps his body around them, sharing his warmth like a living furnace.

・Although Viserion cannot pur, he does it in his dragon version; rumbling in a deep, soothing way

・If his rider is ever upset? He nudges them gently with his snout, blowing warm air over them in a silent gesture of comfort.

・The child rides him before anyone else does. No saddle, no commands; just pure trust.

・He’s extremely playful; flicking snow at his rider with his tail, letting them ‘chase’ him in a game of tag, always careful never to move too fast.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Gentle Giant x Tiny Companion

You’re My Hatchling Now

The Only One Who Understands Him

𝒈𝒊𝒇/𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕:

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Curiouser and Curiouser…

Riddle R. x Alice! Reader

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓞𝓷𝓮 ~ 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰

My eyes shot open after what felt like a million years of sleep and all that was in my view was a black void like before, except with no Dinah and no mysterious mirror. It felt quite cramped in here like a pack of sardines. I was also wearing something a bit too large for myself, I was practically drowning in this silk fabric! I turned and twisted myself to try and find a way out of this supposed box I had landed myself in, but nothing happened. I banged against that I'm guessing was the top of this box. "Hello?! Can anyone get me out of here?!" I yelped as I kept colliding my fist against the box until it stung and would probably be red, though I could not see to confirm, so I sat in silence inside the compact box and held my hand while it felt like a thousand thorns had pierced it. 

Suddenly, a quite scratchy and high pitched voice followed suit of my silence."I better hurry up and find a uniform before someone spots me..." I heard the mysterious person approach me and the cramped box I laid in and before I knew it the person had tried prying open the lid to this box!"Urghhh... This lid's too heavy... Try this on for size, myah-ha ha!!!" Before I could act, a blue fire surged around the box and all I could do was scream, what world was this?!"AHHH!!! FIRE?!!!" The lid was pried open and what I saw was not a person but perhaps a... weasel? "Now to grab the goods..." He said while rubbing his small gray paws together mischievously like a super villain in one of those children's movies. "Bwah! You ain't supposed to be awake?!" The small talking animal jumped back in shock and his large blue eyes widened in surprise. "Are you perhaps a... floating weasel? And do you happen to know as to why those coffins seem to be, ah... floating?" 

The small fire cat looked at me as if I had been the oddest thing in this place. "How.... How DARE YOU!!! I am NO WEASEL! I'm Grim, sorcerer extraordinaire!" My mouth was left agape as I looked at the small cat or... sorcerer..? My head tilted in confusion and I was left sort of silent, not really knowing how to respond to the young kitty... he did seem quite adorable though, he reminded me of Dinah. "Tch. Whatever. You... human! Just give me that uniform, and be quick about it! 'Cause if you don't you'll regret it!!!" One the words left his fuzzy little mouth he quickly grabbed onto my cloak and attempted to pull it off me! I grabbed onto the end he'd been clawing at"H-hey! Stop that you weasel! Somebody help!!!" I salvaged my long black silk cloak out of the weasel's claws and ran for it. I had no idea where I was going but it was somewhere through a gate. Grim screamed after me"Hey, come on! I'm on a tight schedule!"

My heeled shoes hit the ground as I sprinted down a rocky pathway that eventually led me to a large library with floating books and green fire-lit candles. It looked similar to the one inside my own house, albeit a bit larger, but similar nonetheless. I looked around at the large bookshelves filled with books with sizes ranging from incredibly thin, to as thick as wax! I floated down the long spacious paths lined with books from the beginning of time to the present day while I caught my breath. It had been quite interesting to be getting chased with Grim on my tail when I was assured it should've been the other way around, but the thrill of this being what it should not have been kept me on my toes! This truly was a wonderland like no other. Tough how come this large place seemed so familiar? I know I had last been in the Queendom of Roses, but could this be a place of unmarked territory I had never seen? 

I kept walking until I saw a large sign marking where books under the theme of "Sage's Island History" had resided. Ah, this was Sage's Island... but where on Sage's Island was I? I pulled out my phone but saw it had no signal, therefore I was unable to find the map on my phone, how annoying! I thought that perhaps using my magic would fix the problem, but my unique magic was of no use here and my magic wielding abilities were too unstable. My magic could potentially blow this place up! 

I had gone up a ladder and grabbed a few books under the history section, one of them having a map that conveniently fell out. I placed the books down on a table and examined it using my phone flashlight. "Hm... So I'm at Night Raven College?... Wait... I'M AT NIGHT RAVEN COLLEGE!?" My brain started going haywire at the thought that ME, a girl, was enrolled at NIGHT RAVEN COLLEGE, an ALL. BOYS. SCHOOL. A prestigious one nonetheless. I had no recollection of my parents or sister enrolling me here, not even my grandparents, so how did I end up here? Once I find a piece of paper and an ink pen I'll be sure to write to my family about this, I guarantee their racking their brains trying to find where I had gone. 

My thoughts were cut off by the sound of a loud bang and a high pitched voice, "Foolish human! Did you really think you could slip away from ME?" His paws rubbed together while they filled with the same blue fire from before that nearly cooked me alive!"Now, unless you wanna get burnt to a crisp, take that off-- " Before his fire balls could fully be summoned and thrown my way a loud crack of a whip echoed through the dark library,"Me-YEOW!! That hurt! What gives!" A tall figure revealed itself from the shadows and he seemed incredibly tall! His deep boisterous voice pierced through the tense air like butter,"Consider it tough love." I looked at him and my brow arched in confusion while he smiled snarkily towards Grim. He then turned towards me in surprise"Ah, I've found you at last. Splendid. I trust you are one of this year's new students?"

I nodded my head hesitantly, "Yes..." I sounded incredibly unsure because I wasn't even sure on how I was qualified to be a student at this school. Of course I had the magical abilities, but I'm a girl! "My, were you ever eager to make your debut. And bringing a poorly trained familiar with you? That's a clear violation of the school's rules." His voice practically bounced up and off each wall and bookshelf. "Sir that cat-" "As if I'd ever serve a lowly human! Now lemme go!!" Grim screeched while trying to wriggle himself out of the tight hold of the whip. "Yes, yes. Rebellious familiars always say that. Do be quiet for a bit, won't you?" The tall crow man's gloved hand wrapped over Grim's snout to shush him while he looked over to me 

"Dear me. Of all the students I've dealt with, you're the first with temerity enough to open his own gate and step out of it. Does the very notion of patience elude you?" He seemed a bit sarcastic in his way of talking to me and I felt a sort of... passive aggressiveness, one could say."No Sir, I was just-" "No matter. Your orientation has already begun. Let us return to the Mirror Chamber." I had just about enough of this man cutting me off! Why was it that I was unable to get out more than a couple of words while he could speak in rants!? "Excuse me Sir, could you please stop cutting me off, I'm trying to speak! And I am no student, I'm a girl-" "Excuse me young man, as your Headmaster this upcoming year and many years in the future I will not condone this type of behavior! For now you will be excused but remember, I will not be lenient with you on this. Now, one foot in front of the other young man, the Mirror Chamber waits for us and we must not be tardy." His loud voice once again rumbled through my eardrums as he spoke with much grandeur. I grumbled behind him and crossed my arms, huffing at the mere thought of this guy being my HEADMASTER until I GRADUATE?! How could one possibly wrap their heads around this ridiculousness... But nevertheless, it was off to the Mirror Chamber we went.

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[kingcrossbones]

When he saw Q's reaction at suggesting to be dropped off and part ways, the look in his eyes and how he almost jumped at him, if he was not at the wheel, had Brock smiling and he almost wished he could. To see passion in Q's eyes like that was rare to him. And just nodded briefly as he bit his lip to stop himself from smiling wider.

His focus right now was not on what happened before, although he thought it would help at least figure out who was after them. There were a couple of Hydra bunkers but if Hydra was after them then that would be like giving up and he didn't want to think what would happen to Q if they got their hands on him.

Brock thought about it for a moment. He would have at least a dozen cars under his command and the one following them plus, he guessed, three that were supposed to come up ahead and the rest scattered at key locations. No doubt they moved and they needed to loose their tail, which, to be safe, he estimated around 5 cars.

"Run the signs over and then stir back, take this one on the left. This one has access to an old subway station and I hope this car can take a rough ride. We gotta use the subway lines."

He thought about it for a minute and cursed, slamming his foot on the car floor. "I wish I was fuckin' driving. You could help a lot more doing something else." and rubbed a hand over his face, "We need a distraction that will show up on their radar, somewhere down the road where the maintenance system was. A crash or something, a malfunctioning, anything."

Brock didn't waste any time to get himself the morphine shot, especially because he had a bad feeling about all this but he didn't want to freak out Q by telling him what he was thinking. Once he had the morphine shot, he felt his body slowly relaxing and not having to tense around one pain or another but his worries were not eased and kept looking behind them, the situation around his flat was suspiciously quiet and his instinct told him that everything eas never as it seemed, especially with the people he was working with.

And as he kept looking back, he could see a black van a few cars behind them. Oh fuck... He said to himself and placed a hand on Q's shoulder. "Hey, don't panic but we're being followed and..." if Brock was to command them, he knew exactly what they'd do next. "You'll have to turn, quick, right here. They'll have more cars coming up ahead and we gotta go in the underground tunnels." if push came to shove, the underground had links to the subway and other shortcuts they can take by foot, if they needed to. The fact that they didn't shoot at them yet was more concerning than it might seem." They didn't need to shoot, not if we're going exactly where they want us to," he explained.

Brock cursed again, frustrated because he wasn't at the wheel and aware that they couldn't go in any of the safehouses he knew. He also felt memories rushing in, at first in flashes and he did all he could to keep his mind focused on the present and not go down memory lane and risk putting Q in danger.

"We need a new ride and a place to lay low. I need to..." he sighed and looked exhausted just thinking about what he had to do, "I need a place to think and remember what happened." and looked in the mirror, searching for Q's expressions. It wasn't fair to pull him down with him and he would understand if Q wanted out. "You can drop me somewhere, it's fine if you don't wanna be involved, better get out sooner rather than later." Brock added bitterly but knew it was the right thing.

[000marie198]

Dear audience, we interrupt this binge read to point out,

THE BROTHERS!

Plz him supporting Tails to help the kid get down I can't! I'm so so normal about them WAHUHUHAEAAEEHUUHH

[sergle]

I really really REALLY enjoy when Hugo gets to meet people/kids and gets petted. It's fun for me to just stand back and watch, especially since he'll happily let kids get all up in his face.

[sai-int]

fwb!simon, reader catches feelings- NO. FWB!SIMON BUT SIMON CATCHES FEELINGS. [ pt 2 ]

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it's quite simple.

simon comes home from a mission, he's restless, twitching, pacing, can't figure out what to do with his hands.

so what does he do? he knocks on your door, waiting anxiously until you open it and he's scooping you up, hauling you across the hall and into his basically empty apartment, and fucking you into the mattress for the night.

and you're just so good at taking it—whatever he gives you and whenever he gives it. you cry, whine, beg and plead for his cock in all the ways you know how—until you go blue in the face—and simon fucking revels in it. he's all harsh words and degrading names, calling you a filthy slut, his cocksleeve, a fucking cumdump—you name it, he's probably said it.

it's perfect, until it's not.

he's spent months fucking you stupid, night after night. he fucks you even when he's not restless. he fucks you when he's bored, when he's lonely. especially when he's lonely.

simon riley's a gridlocked man. hardly anything ever gets past him, but it didn't take many rendezvous between your thighs for him to forget that.

his mask would come fully off—not just above his lips—and you'd still kiss him breathless, still scream his name until your throat went hoarse. you weren't afraid of everything underneath. if anything, you liked it.

It's not like the both of you frequently exchanged actual conversations, but he could tell by the way you dripped and soaked his sheets even more than you ever had.

after that, he even began to gather enough courtesy to let you get some rest after he fucks you, letting you stay wrapped in his sheets for whatever sliver of the night was left.

you never pushed, and that's what he liked most about you. you always went by his terms because you never really cared as long as you got fucked six ways from sunday.

so, you always left when he woke without a problem. that was the arrangement and you were more than fine with getting a good fuck only a few steps away from your own home.

then even you began to notice the shift.

simon could never fuck you badly, per se. but he began to fuck you more softly. tenderly, as if he was suddenly aware that humans shouldn't be bent in half as long he's had you pinned underneath him in the past. he'll rock his hips into you with similar fervor, but he'd caress you, rather than grab at you. hold your forehead to his, rather than choke you with his thick hands.

then came the praise. god, it's like fucking a completely different man. from one week to the next, you're no longer a slut or a hole, you're pretty girl and angel. it makes your head spin. you try to pinpoint the change and why it happened, but you can't. somehow, you cum twice as hard now.

it all came to an ugly head when he spent the better part of 2 hours between your thighs, moaning and groaning as if you were doing him a service.

now, you weren't going to complain, but love just wasn't in the cards for you right now, and the looks simon was giving you from where he lapped at your cunt were filled with adoration, like he was waiting for you to tell him how good he was doing.

hell, you could see a phantom tail wagging each time his eyes met your own. and after a session that felt more like making love than an explosion of pure lust, you could feel his eyes lingering on you as you slipped your panties back on.

"what?" you hum, not wanting to face him in fear you'd see that godforsaken look in his eyes again.

and you were right, because he's staring at you like he's about to drop to one knee. "nothin'."

you toss your shirt back over your head and steel yourself as you turn to face him.

"simon," you start and he's already hanging on your words, "what's going on with you lately? i don't mean to sound rude but—"

this is it, he thinks. it has to be now, or nothing will change. he's not a religious man, but if he's ever prayed to god for anything, it's for this to become something real.

"'m in love with ya."

one blink, then two. two to three, three to four. you stare at him as you try to piece together what he's saying.

"simon, i don't think you understand—"

"—i do. i do understand and i want ya, bad. so bad, i can't even stop thinkin' bout ya, sweetheart. even when y'not 'ere im thinkin' about ya. everything about y'is perfect, and i don't think i can function without y'with me."

this is the most emotion you've ever seen out of simon and it rocks you to your core. if you didn't know better—and if the lighting wasn't so dim—you'd think he was tearing up.

you didn't know how to break it to him.

[yandere-daydreams]

tw - non/con, manipulation, mentions of breeding, and unbalanced power dynamics.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's ecstatic the day his owner, Suguru, brings you home. He's the pinnacle of a spoiled pet, constantly showered in toys and treats and affection, but his owner's a busy man, and he tends to sulk when left home alone. He's had other companions before, another leopard hybrid who nearly killed him before being released back into the wild and a black panther who somehow proved to be a worse influence on Satoru than Satoru was on her, but you're supposed to be more permanent solution, another hosuepet to keep him company when Suguru can't. You're a sweet little housecat, all wide-eyes and raised ears, but still, Suguru wouldn't be surprised if you're begging to go back to the shelter less than an hour after meeting your new roommate.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who falls in love with you immediately. Suguru practically has to keep him in a chokehold while you explore your new home, eventually curling up on your new bed. Satoru's on top of you as soon as he gets loose, purring obnoxiously while he runs his bristled tongue over your cheek. Suguru's half-convinced that your first day's going to end with bloody claws and bandages, but you only nuzzle into his chest and knead at the blankets underneath you. Satoru's a difficult cat to put up with, and Suguru's relieved that you, at least, find him tolerable.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's absolutely massive compared to you. The tips of your pointed ears barely reach his collarbones, and your wrist is only as thick as his fluffy tail. His favorite hobby quickly becomes carrying you from room to room despite your softly mewled protests, and he's not happy unless he's pressed against you as closely as possible. He used to force himself into Suguru's lap whenever possible, but now, he's unbearable unless you're sitting pretty in his. He doesn't even complain when you lose your temper and dig your little fangs (barely half the size of his - a poor imitation of a real predator's) into his arm, just grinning as he tugs at your ears and pinches your cheeks. He's not exactly a wild animal, but he's still at the top of his food chain. You're not quite a mouse, but you might as well be, compared to him.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's calling you his mate after less than a full month. You don't know what it means, often parroting it back as more of a question than a term of endearment, and Suguru just brushes it off as Satoru being deliberately irritating. He keeps it up, though. even after you start refusing to respond to it.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who starts introducing you to new "games". You know you don't stand a chance against him, but somehow, he always manages to goad you into roughhousing, into squirming as he pins you under his full weight. He likes to dangle things above your head, to see how long it takes your instincts to get the best of you before your chest is pressed against his and you're pouting so adorably as you jump and bat at his hand. Sometimes, when you fall asleep mid-grooming session, he'll let his mouth wander lower than it should, and you'll wake up to his tongue lapping over your chest, his face buried between your thighs in a way that leaves you teary-eyed and warm. You've tried to tell Suguru, but you always get embarrassed and end up mumbling something as vague as 'Satoru's being mean to me, again.' In the end, Satoru only ever gets a slap on the wrist and a new reason to tease you, next time Suguru turns his back.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who fucks you whenever Suguru isn't home. He planned on waiting for your first heat (delayed by your shelter suppressants and the stress of a new home), and he knows he's not supposed to, but he just can't get enough of having your smaller body curled up underneath his, your tail thrashing from side to side as he lazily rolls his hips against yours. You tend to whine, at first, to go on and on about how weird it feels and how much it hurts, but as soon he gets his cock inside of you, all those complaints tend to go away. It's almost funny, how easily your stupid little kitty mind gets all hazy and cockdrunk. He always loves you, but he loves you most when you're drooling and purring for his cum, begging him to breed you properly between hitched moans.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's not even mad when Suguru catches him bouncing your half-conscious, fucked-out body on his cock. He wants to be the best possible mate for you, and he couldn't do that if he wasn't willing to show you off <3

[lvmimis]

Katsuki handles you extremely gently for the most part, which is why when you find yourself at the tail end of play-wrestling in the midday on Saturday, wrists bound together in a firm, one-handed grasp and a leg locked against him at the hip, you’re a bit surprised. Your lips form into a soft ‘o’ as you let out a pant; conversely, his breathing is still, having not exerted very much effort, but you can practically feel his heart pound in his chest.

Or possibly it’s wishful thinking, given the way your own heart races.

Katsuki pauses for a moment, then dips in close, kissing your forehead.

“Had enough?” he asks.

“What if I said no?” you quip. In reply, his face buries in the crook of your neck and he snorts softly.

“Why don’t we make love, not war?” 

You’d admonish him on the cheesiness of the statement, but you don’t have the energy to. By now, Katsuki has relaxed his hold on your wrists and your leg, but you let your thighs and calves find new positioning wrapped around his waist as he lowers his weight onto you. He’s heavy, but it’s a familiar, comfortable heaviness that keeps you warm.

“Don’t like roughhousing with you,” he murmurs softly, still unmoving. Your bodies breathe in and out together, and you let yourself hold him even closer, hooking your left arm around his neck gently and running your right through his hair. 

Perhaps somewhere this is another form of a wrestling lock, but you’re decidedly loving, letting fingers trace between the blonde spikes to scratch his scalp.

Katsuki appreciates your softness just as much as your feistiness at times, and perhaps the former he needs a little more at this time.

You lay together for a moment, remembering when you sparred for real once years ago while at UA, and how quickly he folded.

Perhaps you cheated, you think as you conjure up the memory.

…

Paired together for sparring despite your friends’ apprehensive looks, you take up the challenge gladly. Light on your feet, the two of you move in concert towards and away from each other quickly as you trade blows - a narrow dodge of a punch with a sidestep. You grab his hand, and Katsuki’s surprise emboldens you as you plant your foot firmly on the ground and use your momentum to throw him over your shoulder.

Collective gasps abound from your watching classmates as Katsuki hits the ground, hard. You smile once he’s quick to jump back to his feet, wider still as he grumbles out loud.

“You’re so goddamn sneaky.”

He resumes a fighting stance. The ring is relatively small, a chalky circle about 8 bodies in diameter, but he still hasn’t fallen out of bounds. Red-faced, he’s lunged at you again (Izuku in the crowd comments that he must be more upset that he can’t use his quirk than the fight itself) and you sidestep him once more before tripping him. He loses his balance just for a moment, but jumps back into a back handstand then rights himself. 

He does look like he’s getting his ass kicked, but your friend heckles him first with the truth.

“He’s blinded by love, go easy on him!”

Aizawa shoots her a disapproving look, and your cheeks warm, but you don’t let yourself get distracted. You won’t know how right she is until later, anyway.

Time elapses - you block another heavy roundhouse kick that causes you to skid but you stay standing as you brace for impact, your heels digging into soft ground.

“I told you I won’t ever go easy on you,” Katsuki hisses. 

He follows this up with a leg sweep that has you tumble over him, and you somersault to regain control, but Katsuki has your leg by the ankle, pulling until you dangle for a moment, but you land a punch straight into his gut despite your upside down position.

Your friend screams again to ‘get his ass!’ amongst your classmates and gets another look from Aizawa. 

But Katsuki has let go with the force of the shock and you shoot backwards and prepare for an axe kick. He blocks, but for a split second he loses his resolve - the look on your face is fierce, and he remembers exactly why he has a crush on you.

The two of you jump back and separate to the opposite sides of the ring.

“If you don’t get serious, you’ll lose,” you tease.

“I’m going easy on you,” he finally claims, gruffly.

“You literally said otherwise 15 seconds ago.”

An ooooooo runs through the crowd that makes him scowl, and he takes off again with another lunge. You block, a move that makes Shoto shake his head at the bad choice, and you skid backwards from the sheer power behind the punch, making it almost closer to the borders of the ring. The subsequent onslaught is hard and you’re about to make it out of bounds.

Until you try a desperate move.

Leaning forward suddenly as if you were to kiss him, red blooms on his face, and he immediately backs off.

Izuku cups his face in his palms.

A leapfrog jump over him and a slight push, and he’s out of the ring, having fallen flat on his ass.

Denki, Sero and Kirishima don’t let him live it down for hours.

…

You definitely did cheat.

And perhaps in a way you are now, because he’s putty in your hands as he melts into you. 

But you’re no longer fighting, whether playful or not - teeth, tongue, lips don’t clash but rather dance and glide together; fingers and palms caress and worship each other in your joint embrace.

No power struggle between you two to be found anywhere - if anything perhaps in a way, you’ve always had the upper hand, being fully adored by him.

Regardless of how much stronger he is than you, whether it is in physical ability or will or resolve, he’d still very easily and consistently succumb to your love.

[mochinomnoms]

unhinged and raunchy

In which your mouth runs faster than your brain and you say something absolutely and horrifically horny by accident. All quote come from this person's tiktok series "might as well"

Third-years x gn!reader

[tw/cw} — highly suggestive, crack, idk just having fun with it i guess

Trey Clover: "If I was a donut I'd be a Boston Cream the way he fills me up with his..."

Poor Trey. He's already not a morning person, but he's wide fucking awake now.

You still look like the sleep hasn't quite left your brain, but it's starting to process what you said in front of Ace at the table.

"Bro, right in front of my scrambled eggs?" He made gagging sound, grabbing his plate and grumbling as he elected to eat outside. "I don't wanna hear about your sex life, gross."

Trey sighed pinching at his noses as he eyed you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you sleepily leaned into his side.

"You're still half-asleep, aren't you?"

"Hmm...I...think...mm" You nodded, pressing a kiss to his jaw. "Yeah...cream...in me—"

"Okay let's get you back to bed actually."

"Oooh...gonna make me a dooooonut...creamy donut..."

It takes him a bit longer than usual to go through the rest of his morning routine. You're no where to be found until well into the afternoon, though Ace (unfortunately) has an inkling of where you'd been.

Cater Diamond: "Slow and steady sets the pace but fast and quick lets him get a taste~"

Why are you looking at him like that?? You're the one who opened your mouth!

"Seven help me, what was that?!" He was cackling though, almost sliding off the bench from how much he was in hysterics.

"I DON'T KNOW! SNRK—" You had burst into a fit of laughter, falling off the bench yourself into the sidewalk, covering your face in embarrassment.

"Ooh~ Got your CayCay on the brain, huh? You're lucky no one else's here and that you're such a cutie~"

Both of you were losing it by now, crumpled together in a pile on the ground, clutching at each other's shoulders between fits of laughter.

"Yeah, good thing your cutie's been drinking pomegranate juice and pineapple—"

"Pffpt—stooop!"

"—Cause I'm the only sweet thing you wanna taste~"

"BWAAAHAHAHA—"

Leona Kingscholar: "I call that man my coffee 'cause of the way I guzzle him down in the morning—"

A hand smacked over your mouth, but it didn't change the fact that the poor students sitting across from you looked like they'd just witnessed a murder.

"...A lil salt never hurt nobody." You finished your sentence against Leona's palm, muffled but loud enough to make the others cringe even more.

Leona's tail smacked against your thigh as he let out a grumble, gesturing to the others.

"Out. Now." The lounge was empty in less than 30 seconds, leaving just the two of you in Leona's favorite lounge chair, next to the waterfall.

"And you." Laying back down on the cushion, Leona pulled you with him, an amused smirk on his face. "If you're gonna talk big words, you better make sure it's true. I don't think you had your 'coffee' this morning, hm?"

You grinned back at him, turning to rest your knees over his hips.

"Well, I am thirsty, and if you're offering~"

Vil Schoenheit: "Callin' you face wash with the way you come all over my face—wooooah"

Both you and Vil froze mid-routine, he applying his make up primer and you drying your face with a plush towel.

"...I don't think that would be good for my skin."

"That's the issue with what you said? Nothing else?"

Vil scoffed, tapping the tips of his fingers to spread the product around his face.

You shrugged, folding your towel and placing it on the counter before you come up behind Vil, wrapping your arms around his waist. Nuzzling into his back, he felt you grin against his shoulders.

"Well, I mean, why don't we hold a little experiment real quick and see—"

"Absolutely not now, I have places to be." Vil clicked his tongue at your as you let out a whiny pout. "Now, now dearest. I said not now. I'm more than happy to make you a mess tonight, have patience."

Rook Hunt: "A pogo stick ain't got nothing on me with the way I'm bouncin' on it."

"Oui? Is that so?" Rook looked at you with amusement, though a pretty pink blush was on his cheeks.

You yelped, jumping in your seat, almost falling off the couch, as you glared at your boyfriend behind you.

"How long have you been here listening to me spew shit?"

"As long as you've been singing your desires pour moi, I am particularly fond of the one calling me a blessing between—"

"YOU'VE BEEN HERE AT LEAST AN HOUR?? Dammit Rook, you should be thankful I fucking love your weird ass."

"As am I, mon adorable filou~" Green eyes flitted down your body, the corner of his lips quirking up as he looked back up to meet your own.

"A pogo stick, hmm?"

"Oh, yeah. Go hard and fast just like—" You sighed, rubbing a hand down your face. "I should stop."

"Pourquoi? I find it rather sweet you think such thoughts of me!" Rook leaned in close, a coy smile on his lips.

I'd be more than happy to indugle in them, rien que pour vous!

Idia Shroud: "Call him a remote with the way he makes me louder with just his thumb~"

The clatter of a controller dropping on the ground and the sight of blue flames going pink made you shrink into Idia's bed as he turned in his chair to stare at you.

"Huh, I'll call you back later, 'kay bye." You rapidly hung up, crawling backwards as Idia clambered over to you and on the bed, reaching for your phone.

"WHO YOU WERE YOU TALKING TO? WHY ARE YOU TELLING THEM OUR BUSINESS!"

Curling around your phone and pushing him away with your foot on his chest (easily mind you, he was barely resisting), you batted your eyes.

"I didn't mean to. It just came out while gossiping with Cat—"

"YOU'RE TELLING CATER ABOUT OUR SEX LIFE?" Idia shrieked, collapsing on top of you, effectively trapping you to the bed with his weight. "How am I ever going to face him..."

"You don't even talk to him! You actively go out of your way to avoid him. I was just bragging about you..."

Idia mumbled into your chest, making you pause until he popped up and gave you a glare, tips now turning red.

"I'm not gonna help you beat the final boss of your dumb game anymore."

"Idia! Noooo I need you!"

Malleus Draconia: "Call me soil with the way he plows me—oooooh."

Malleus's arms where steadying you as you giggled, tipsy from the wine Lilia had brought out earlier. Evidently, humans are much more susceptible to the effects of fae wine, you didn't even recognize the man holding you.

"No, no, no, no. I don' wanna go with you, I want Mal...to plow...heh." You snorted, tripping over your feet.

"Come now beastie, wait until we're in my chambers." He was both concerned for how quickly you became drunk but also amused from the chatter coming from your mouth.

"I—hmm. Where's Mal?" The two of you managed to get to his room, though you pushed him off you and tripped over to the bed. "MalMal...He can plant his seed in me..."

You planted face down into the bed, still giggling as Malleus carefully moved you under the covers with a soft smile.

"A tempting proposition, perhaps we can discuss in the morning when you're right of mind."

Lilia Vanrouge: "Might as well call me a book the way this man opens me up before bed every night..."

"I'm begging you to stop, please."

"...Flipping my pages…"

"I really don't want to hear your nights with Fa—Lilia. Please."

Silver gave Lilia a pleading look, nodding his head to you. Lilia was covering a smile as he watched you tiredly blink up at the two of them.

The consequences of you staying up for two days to do homework and study for an exam, evidently, were having you say the most amusing things. Especially about Lilia.

"But-but-but, it's true! I gotta speak my truth man." You slurred your words, squeezing your eyes tightly and opening, as if it would help.

"He's soooo good! And-and I just love him so much Silver. Silver. Silver. SILVER!"

Silver tilted his head as far back as possible as you grabbed his shoulders with a wild look in your eye. Again, his eyes begged Lilia to intervene, though said fae was still watching with amusement.

"...I need him carnally."

"Father please."

"Okay, okay. Sweetheart, come 'ere. Let's get you to bed."

You let yourself get led away by Lilia, squinting at him in confusion until you realized who was holding you.

"Lilia! Yaaaay~ I was just talking about you!"

"Yes, and you can talk about me more in my room, alright sweet?"

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[girl-lostconnection]

I just wanna say I love your fruit bat!reader and I just had to think about the boys further misunderstanding when reader maybe has a darker aesthetic, but reader doesn't get at all the connection cause like yeah black's just a neat colour, oh I guess vampires are cool. Wait me? *Mouthful of orange or something* me no fruits all the way? I don't know what you mean.

On one side it would be incredibly funny as misunderstanding but the devil is whispering in my ear so let’s walk the other way.

Imagine Reader freshly selected to join the team, nervous about meeting new people who they read EVERYTHING on, just to be ready.

And no one is hostile, right? They are friendly, almost too friendly, which grates on your nerves a little but you know, maybe you are thinking too much about it?

Works up until the first joke about the vampires, huge wolf operator (you find out later that his call sign is Ghost).

“Know why people don’t like workin’ with vampire bats?”, the question catches you off guard, your eyes snapping to the man’s eyes and you tilt your head to the side. You don’t know him yet, you aren’t sure how much of a reaction is allowed in this circumstance.

“‘Cause they are pain in the neck”, he announces, his brown eyes boring a hole into you, his tail wagging like he is waiting for you to start laughing.

You don’t. You stare right back at him, fingers flexing so the sharp points of your claws dig into your palm and you manage a smile that feels a little too forced.

Big wolf in front of you apparently sees it as well, because you can see the way his jaw flexes under the mask.

So for some reason he decides to give it another go. (Only months later you will find out that Simon was desperately scrambling for all the bat x vampire puns he remembered, thinking that the first one sounded a little too abrasive)

“What drink does bat order at the bar?”, he asks, his left ear giving in a small twitch that catches your eye. He sure is big for the wolf, most of their family you met in the past were tall and lean but this guy is built like a bloody tank.

“What?”, you ask, heart beating a little harder than you’d like it, anxiety coiling in your gut.

“A Bloody Mary”, wolf hums out, his ear giving in another twitch and corners of your mouth curl upwards. Cute.

Wolf’s tail starts to wag again, eyes satisfied as he walks off and you follow him to see your new space and unpack.

Isn’t so bad for the first meeting, right?

But in hindsight every interaction from then on felt…somehow forced. Recurring about blood and meat and fucking Halloween. Remarks about wearing too much black or the way Soap once chuckled at the silver chain with a beautiful red cross. Not a religious symbol but simply an accessory you liked.

It all was piling up so quickly you decided to just…stay on the outside. Maybe that would be better. Maybe they were trying to tell you that they didn’t want a bat and didn’t like bats.

That they didn’t like you.

It takes time to undo and the process is slow — you are a tough nut to crack, but they don’t try to crack you. Just…make amends, yeah?

Your relationship with Simon makes a cycle when he peels you oranges, eyes soft as you devour pieces of peaches.

“Do you know what’s a vegetarian vampire bat’s favourite fruit, luv?”, he hums out, placing a peeled orange in your bowl, something in his tone making you feel fuzzy.

“What is it?”, his tail is wagging and god the way he looks at you makes something tender in your chest ache, you mouth voluntarily falling open when he pushes a piece of peach in it, eyes crinkling.

“A neck-tarine”, Simon murmurs, his tail wagging harder when you laugh after a beat, juices from fruit dripping down your chin.

You shake your head at him in faux disbelief and he grins, popping a slice of orange in his mouth.

“Can do it all night”

You roll your eyes and instinctively smack his hand away when he tries to steal your bowl.

“That’s what I’m afraid of”

[nitadllyss]

Waking Up Next to Your Boyfriend

-Hyung Line x Reader -

Maknae line here

Genre: Fluff, Headcanon (too sweet)

Warnings: None

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Bangchan:

• He has trouble sleeping, so when he finally does, he’s completely out. A sleepy koala .

• He’s always the big spoon.

• He unconsciously throws a leg over you and pulls you close with his arm whenever you move.

• When you check the time, you turn off anything that might make noise and go back to sleep, hoping he takes his time waking up so he can rest.

• Considering you woke up with Chan's fluffy hair and his pajama is basically no pajama, it's totally understandable that you didn't want it to end.

• When he finally opens his eyes and sees the time, he flinches a little. It’s late (well, actually, it’s early, but Mr. Workaholic doesn’t see it that way).

• But when he sees you, his heart skips a beat. You look so comfortable next to him.

• He doesn’t resist (not that he even tries) and showers your neck and jaw with kisses, whispering a deep, raspy "Good morning."

• You’re so asleep you barely understand what he’s saying. It’s honestly way too early for your brain to function properly.

• You manage to kiss his cheek just as he’s getting up to leave for work :(( .

• You know he’ll make it up to you with all the cuddles when he comes back.

• In the meantime, you bury your nose in the spot he left on the bed, inhaling that Chan scent.

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Lee Know:

• At this point, the bed feels way too small.

• Minho is lying down, and you’re lying on top of him, your head resting on his chest. His arms wrap around your back and waist, his chin resting on your head. You’re practically fused together.

• Soongie is curled up on your back, purring contentedly.

• Doongie is sprawled out at Minho’s feet, belly up, deep asleep.

• Meanwhile, Dori is wide awake, tail flicking as he plots his next move. Suddenly, he pounces—straight onto your head—trying to catch Minho’s nose, waking both of you up in shock.

• You laugh in confusion while Minho just lazily drapes an arm over Dori, trying to keep him still, then drifts back to sleep.

• When you finally grab your phone to check the time, you’re surprised by how late it is and try to get up. But before you can leave the bed, Minho grabs your arm and pulls you back in.

"Just a little longer," he mumbles without even opening his eyes.

"Babe, I have to make breakfast," you say, completely mesmerized by how soft and relaxed his profile looks.

"If you stay five more minutes, I’ll help you make it," he says with a lazy smile. He knows he’s won—who would say no to a breakfast made by him?

• Those five minutes turn into a sleepy make-out session. You kiss his nose, jaw, forehead, chin, cheeks, the corners of his lips—before finally pressing small kisses on his lips.

• When his children (the cats) start getting fussy because they also want breakfast, you both have no choice but to get up.

• In the end, he ends up making the whole breakfast while you feed the cats.

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Changbin:

• He’s a soft, fluffy ball of curls—the cutest and coziest thing you’ll ever see.

• He’s asleep on your chest, his hand resting against your ribs, securing his spot.

• He won’t say it, but he loves sleeping like this because the sound of your heartbeat soothes him. It’s his favorite lullaby.

• Your hand never stops running through his hair. If you stop, he’ll probably let out a grumpy little growl in protest.

• When it’s time to wake up, he clings to you even tighter, mumbling in a pouty tone, "Just a little longer..."

• He doesn’t give you a choice. Every time you try to move, he buries his face deeper into your chest and tightens his grip around your side.

• After a while, your hand drifts down to his face, replacing the hair-stroking with soft caresses on his cheeks. You’re definitely trying to get something.

• "Binnie, baby . We have to get up for breakfast," you whisper sweetly.

• He lets out another grumpy groan, and just as he’s about to complain, his stomach growls in sync.

• Maybe breakfast doesn’t sound like such a bad idea after all...

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Hyunjin:

• He’s a mess.

• He’s completely sprawled out—one arm stretched above his head, the other tangled in your hair. His wrist is probably numb by now.

• One knee is bent in one direction, the other leg is draped over yours.

• He sleeps with his mouth slightly open and changes position every ten minutes.

• First, he turns and clings to you like a koala. Then he buries his face in your neck. Then he rolls over and gives you his back. But he misses you, so he wraps himself around you again.

• He’s a beautiful disaster.

• When he cracks one eye open to check the time, he realizes it’s late but just shuts his phone off and decides to go back to sleep. (He’s not lazy, he’s just way too comfortable.)

• Before drifting off again, he stares at you, completely captivated—memorizing every detail, every little movement you make in your sleep. He’s definitely going to draw you later.

• But his intense gaze wakes you up.

• His eyes widen, and he immediately whines, "No, no, no. Go back to sleep. We’re still sleeping."

• Like a spoiled kid, he pouts, pushing his bottom lip out. When you insist it’s late, he sulks even more.

"You just want to go to work because you don’t want to stay with me. You’re heartless."

• In the end, the drama queen makes an appearance, as always.

• Somehow, you manage to wiggle out of his hold.

• When you return with his iced coffee and he sees you getting ready for your shower, reality finally hits him.

• Grumpily, he drags himself out of bed, accepting that responsibilities exist.

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This is my first Headcanon! I hope I did it right.💗

English is not my first language, so let me know if you spot any mistakes 🙏🏻.

[calcifiedunderland]

The Prefect’s Kiss~!

—When a Night Raven College housewarden falls under the Sleeping Curse, only one person can wake them up.

Leona Kingscholar, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia x gn! Reader

Riddle, Azul, Kalim ver.

“Oh! How terrible! Oh woe is me! How could this happen?!”

Crowley wailed at the news, sobbing fake tears beneath his mask. “What will I tell the parents?! The press?! How will I be able to afford vacation- I MEAN funding for my wonderful students?!”

Crewel rolled his eyes. He’d actually feel sorry for the Headmage if he was actually crying tears. The tissue clutched in Crowley’s fist was still dry.

Trein sighed, “this is the antidote recipe for Sleeping Death. Although, the materials are extremely hard to come by.” Crewel scanned the paper, noting the ingredients. “The recipe is possible, although they are quite expensive.” Crowley cringed, “how much will it be?” He screeched at the amount Trein said.

Meanwhile, Crewel muttered to himself. “The only other option is possibly true love’s kiss.” He looked up, “well, I’ll get the ingredients first thing in the-“ He stopped. Where Crowley was standing, was now a few black feathers fluttering down to the carpet. Crewel’s face fell, “oh no…”

In Ramshackle dorm, the Headmage chuckled nervously, sweating. You stared in disbelief, “I… honestly can’t believe that happened?” You were beyond shocked to hear that a Housewarden of all students had been knocked out with Sleeping Death. Crowley nodded wisely, “And I have decided to generously ask you to do the honors!”

“Huh?!” You stared incredulously at the Headmage as he ushered you out the door. He looked cheerful, “ah, aren’t I so gracious? I’m reuniting you with your true love!” You stared at him, jaw dropped, “HUH?!”

Leona Kingscholar

💛 “Are you sure he’s under a sleeping curse?” you asked, before Crowley shoved you through the Savanaclaw mirror without a second thought. You were left with more questions than answers. Namely, could you actually be his true love? It wasn’t like Leona really showed a lot of affection to anybody really. Sure, he didn’t chase you away when you bothered him in the greenhouse. And you supposed that he did help you a lot on your homework, even though he grumbled under his breath.

💛 Your own crush on Leona was painfully obvious. Sometimes you’d go out of your way to the greenhouses, or take some tasks from Ruggie to deliver things to him. You tried to keep your feelings in check. Despite his laid-back attitude and nonchalance, he was still a prince. And you were just a herbivore, as he always reminded you. Too bad you’d pout and look away every time - otherwise, you’d notice the soft look on his face when he called you that nickname.

💛 As you walked through the common room, you saw how panicked Jack looked, tail thumping against his legs. Ruggie lead you to Leona’s room without a single joke or clever comment, You noted how agitated he looked - his hair was a mess from running his hands through it.

💛 To be honest, if you didn’t know otherwise, you would’ve thought Leona was fine. But the moment you stepped foot into his room, you didn’t hear Leona’s light snores or see his chest moving as he breathed. He was completely still.

Sunlight streamed in, catching on Leona’s hair. You brushed some of it aside, thumbing one of his braids absently, “how long has he been like this?”

Ruggie sighed heavily, carding a hand in his disheveled hair. “Not sure. We… we all thought he was just napping.” He swallowed thickly, “just… get me if you need me. I have to wash his laundry.” You watched as Ruggie hefted a basket and left. Your attention went back to Leona.

“You’ve got everybody so worked up,” You bit your lip, surprising yourself as your eyes began welling up. “You’d probably think it’s funny. But I…” You gulped. “…miss you.”

You took a deep breath and softly slotted your lips against his. For an agonizing moment you thought it didn’t work. Until Leona groaned. “Hhh- hmm?” You pulled away quickly.

Leona’s ears twitched, and you felt yourself grow flustered when you made eye contact. You gawked, “I-it worked?” He shifted upright, giving you a lazy smirk. “Huh, never took you for the romantic type, Prefect. You went straight for True Love’s Kiss.”

You felt your face grow hot, but you couldn’t find it in you to feel embarrassed. Relief filled you, and you felt yourself relax as Leona loosely wrapped you in his arms. “Yeah whatever, you lazy lion.”

His hand reached up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing away a tear. He brought his forehead to yours with a soft grin, “Ha, you really are just a herbivore,” he said fondly.

Vil Schoenheit

💜 The moment Rook burst into your dorm, Crowley suddenly vanished. Before you could react, Rook was already leading you down to the Mirrors, bringing you up to speed on what happened. The nervousness didn’t really set in until Rook began singing when you entered the dorm, “finally! Le Roi du Poison’s savior has arrived!”

💜 Apparently, Vil thought he was drinking apple juice from the fridge, but it was actually Epel’s mislabeled draught that he made as his potion. Oh how the tables had turned. At least Epel knew it worked. Task failed successfully?

💜 Everything you learned in Crewel’s class about Sleeping Death was swirling in your head. True Love was no small thing. Especially when it came to Vil. It didn’t matter that he seemed to soften whenever he looked at you, or that he paid extra attention to how you carried yourself. Or how often he had ‘extra’ beauty products and clothes that just happened to be your size.

💜 Epel was looked dejected when you saw him, and looked away from you. Rook solemnly led you to Vil’s room, and bowed as he opened the door “True love will prevail, mon cher trickster! I have no doubt in your abilities!” Thanks Rook, you’re not helping. Look, (Y/N) is even more nervous now.

Even in sleep, Vil looked picture perfect. You quietly padded into his room, perching softly next to him. He laid on his back, and hands were clasped over his torso. It looked like a scene out of a movie, you thought.

You gently brushed some hair out of Vil’s face, “it’s so unlike you to make careless mistakes,” you said out loud. Silence hung in the air. “Even Epel wants you back, y’know.” You frowned, pursing your lips.

“I… I really hope this works,” your voice cracked. You didn’t know what you’d do if it didn’t. You never thought you’d actually kiss a celebrity, let alone Vil, but somehow you were here. “Please don’t be too mad at me if… when you wake up.”

You took a deep breath and softly kissed him. You gasped and pulled away when you heard him breathe deeply, and Vil’s eyes fluttered open. “Prefect? What are you doing here?” Vil sat up and you felt your mouth grow dry.

You rushed out, “you were under Sleeping Death, and Rook brought me here-!” Vil shushed you gently, “so, you gave me True Love’s Kiss as the antidote?” You nodded hesitantly. Vil gazed at you, looking thoughtful.

He took your chin, looking at your mouth. “Hmm, it seems your chapstick wore off. No matter, you can use mine.” You were about to thank him when he snatched a tube of balm off his nightstand. You watched, dumbfounded, as he applied it to his own lips before capping it.

“This formula is my own blend,” he said casually before looking back at you with a glint in his eye, “and I’ve been wanting to test how it transfers.” He put a finger under your chin, tilting your head so you’d look at him. He had a soft, fond smirk, “you’ll help me, won’t you?”

Idia Shroud

🩵 Halfway through Crowley’s speech about True Love, Ortho burst through Ramshackle and began dragging you to Ignihyde. You probably would’ve been upset at the intrusion (and the bill to fix the door), but the robot boy looked so devastated. “You have to save big brother!”

🩵 Apparently, Idia thought he was mixing energy drinks together but he ended up putting Sleeping Death in his drink. Through Ortho’s explanation, Idia was pregaming for an all nighter of farming for the new SSR he pulled, and put the wrong drink in his exhausted-gambling-victory haze. You couldn’t say you were surprised. One of the things you liked about Idia was how passionate he could get.

🩵 Whether it was gaming, tech, or programming, it was always a treat to get Ignihyde’s resident shut-in to talk to you, the ends of his hair turning blush pink. Whenever you visited, Idia always had your favorite snacks and drinks. It came to a point where he had a whole gaming setup made for you, with your own chair and headset.

🩵 The two of you would spend hours gaming, taking the occasional break to watch anime or do snack runs. Idia always seemed a little more inclined to get out of his room if it was with you. During those times, Ortho seemed to hum with excitement. Some days, Idia even lent you one of his hoodies after you begged. Now, the lights of Idia’s screens were off, and the room felt even colder.

The only lights in the room were Idia’s and Ortho’s hair, glowing a soft blue in the dark. Ortho hovered anxiously as you walked to Idia. His hair illuminated his face, and he looked almost like a marble statue.

You suddenly realized how long you’d been staring at him, and became aware of Ortho when you heard his joints clinking nervously. “Hey, Ortho,” you said soothingly, “could you wait outside for me? It’ll just be for a few minutes. I’ll do my best to help.” You tried to smile like you had everything under control, but as Ortho left, you suddenly felt the weight of the situation.

Like a moth to a flame, your attention drifted back to Idia. The light from his hair softly cast a blue glow on him, and you sighed softly. You brushed your thumb against Idia’s cheek, moving your face closer to his. “Please wake up,” you pursed your lips, “for Ortho. For… for me.” Softly you pressed your lips against his.

You pulled away with a small gasp, inches apart. Idia breathed in deeply, face scrunching up. His eyes slowly opened, blinking blearily. “H-huh? Prefect?!” Immediately, Idia’s hair whooshed in dark blue flames tipped with scarlet, “What are you doing so close to my face?!” You pulled back immediately, eyes wide.

Ortho zoomed back into the room, “I sensed movement! Big brother! You’re awake!~” Ortho looked up at you innocently, “it looks like you’re his True Love after all!” Idia stared at you for a second, then his hair turned dark pink. “Wh-WHAT?!” The room suddenly felt several degrees hotter. Or maybe that was just your flustered face. Still, Idia’s nervousness lessened when he saw your eyes shine at Ortho’s words.

“S-so, uh…” Idia chewed his lip, “do you wanna stay over tonight?” Ortho looked excited, “do you want to stay forever?” Idia choked, “Ack- ORTHO!”

Malleus Draconia

💚 Saying you were shocked was an understatement. You couldn’t believe that the Malleus Draconia was under a sleeping curse, and you ran to Diasomnia before the Headmage could finish speaking.

💚 You’d thought it was strange that he didn’t show up last night. As per tradition, you’d wait up for him each night and the two of you would walk the grounds, enjoying each other’s company. Sometimes, Malleus would do small magic tricks - summoning balls of light, fireflies, even conjuring some thornless crimson roses and tucking them behind your ears.

💚 You began to look forward to seeing him. You’d watch in awe with your eyes sparkling, and Malleus couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this euphoric. And it was all thanks to you. So he’d try to show it through gifts. A dragon never parts easily with their treasures, but at this point, Ramshackle seemed like his second hoard. Though secretly, you were the most precious jewel there.

💚 When you got there, you saw Sebek wailing and Silver with a panicked look outside of Malleus’ room. “We’ve failed our duty! My Liege!” Sebek nearly broke your eardrums but you couldn’t find it in your heart to hush him. Silver nodded to you solemnly, and let you in the room. Lilia was with Malleus alone. You approached them silently, never taking your eyes off Malleus.

“How did this happen?” You whispered, sitting on the other side of the bed. . Lilia sighed, patting Malleus’ hands, “I’m not sure. He simply went to bed, and…” You bit your lip, feeling your eyes well up.

Lilia watched you carefully, frowning. “Did the Headmage tell you it was Sleeping Death?” You nodded, “h-he said I was…” you swallowed, “he said I could help.” You badly wanted to help.

You sniffled, tears running down your eyes onto Malleus’ cheeks. You whispered “Tsunotarou… you have to wake up,” before pressing your lips to his. You felt the slow rise and fall of his chest, and you slowly pulled away, hopeful. To your dismay, he stayed still, and you choked a sob, shoving your face into Lilia’s shoulder. “Try again, he should wake up soon” he whispered, patting you gently. You slotted your lips on Malleus’ again, closing your eyes.

You weren’t sure how long you were there. At last, Malleus stirred awake, and you pulled away with a gasp. He blinked twice, before realizing you were there. The small smile he gave you made your insides melt, “Child of Man,” he breathed, “to what do I owe this kiss to awaken me?” You sniffled, laughing as Malleus’ hand wiped away the last of your tears.

“I-I thought you weren’t going to wake up,” you wavered, “they told me I had to kiss you awake.” You weren’t completely coherent as you threw yourself on him, making him fall back into the mattress as you clutched him. He rubbed your back softly, hushing you. “Thank you,” he murmured, “this means more to me than you know.”

You sighed, relaxing against him. Slowly, you felt your eyelids grow heavy as the stress of the day wore on you. As you drifted off to sleep, Lilia watched you both with a small smile. “You know Malleus, they were worried about you. And Silver and Sebek were, too.” Lilia suddenly had a small mischievous smile, “perhaps I should use my electric guitar on you, like when I try to wake Silver?”

Malleus hummed as he held your sleeping form, “well, I suppose my ‘Power Nap,’ as you call it, did last longer than the average hour.”

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Yandere beast

This inspired by Beauty & the Beast.

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Yandere prince who has everything one could desire. He is royalty after all. There is nothing he cannot have and he is used to it being that way; the king and queen had spoilt him to no end.

Yandere prince who is mean and selfish. He treats everyone at the palace like dirt. He doesn’t even seem to carry much respect for his own parents. No, they’re used to give into his whims. The servants are all laughed at by him, he does not care when he sees the tears running down their faces at the cruel comments. His biggest talent may just be wickedness.

Yandere prince who does have one person he actually likes: you. You are the one exception. As the child of a servant, you too, were subjected to his bullying in the beginning. The people always had one of two reactions to him, either they stayed down and wept, or they started fuming. Both options were equally funny to the spoiled prince. However you surprised him, because you did neither. Whenever he was mean to you, you took it in silence before asking about his day. This bewildered him to no end. Why would you ask such things? It didn’t make sense. The more he bullied you though, the more intrigued he became. You were always kind, no matter the person; even to him. It was after that he decided he loved that about you.

Yandere prince who opened the door to a stranger. It was a heavy storm that night. If anyone were to be caught in it they would surely not survive. The stranger asked for shelter, and as payment the prince would receive a single rose. This made him scoff. The audacity some had. He turned them away as fast as they had come. Unfortunately for him this was no ordinary human. The stranger revealed themselves to be a magician. They told him they saw no love in his heart and therefore he should be punished for his cruelty.

That night his life changed for ever; now he was a monster. He sprouted fur all over his body, his nose grew into a long snout and a tail with spikes protruded from his lower back.

Yandere beast who has lost all his beauty. He was nothing other than hideous. Such a creature should surely be hidden out of sight. Not only did he lose his appearance that night, he also lost his status. The king and queen were horrified at his new form. This turn of event was not what they prepared for. Disgusted with him they sent him to a dreary little castle on the country side where no one would ever lay eyes on him.

Filled with despair he wallowed in shame; for his appearance and his situation. The only thing that could break the curse was if he learned to love someone and earn their love in return. Clearly, his parents did not believe the curse could be lifted, which was the reason they sent him away. They couldn’t have him at court anymore after all. Perhaps they were also glad to be rid of him once and for all.

Yandere beast who was all alone in his castle. He was left without servant or any gold. He was not used to a life without luxury. He thought he’d be alone forever and waste into nothingness, but he was surprised by you once more. You had come to the castle and chose to work there. When you’d told the king and queen of your decision they could not fathom why you would do such a thing when you were under no obligation to do it. You knew how horrible the prince was to all your colleagues, but you saw that underneath all that pride was an insecure young boy who wanted attention. It was not an excuse for his behaviour though. Still, your kindhearted nature made you want to help him.

Yandere beast who is elated with your presence. Now that he has company he is not as pessimistic. He always had a soft spot for you but now the fondness has turned into a full blown obsession. He loves you so much! When no one else was there for him and his life got turned into shamble, you stood by his side- willingly too! You weren’t frightened by his hideous form, no, you held his hand and stroked his snout without a care in the world. You were clearly the one to break the curse!

Yandere beast who does everything to make you fall for him and love him just as much as he loves you. Are you hungry? Good, because his transformation made him a great hunter! Are you in the mood for deer or rabbits? This monstrous prince can offer you a lot more than any normal prince or commoner human. No one can protect you as well as he can; his strength and sharp senses is the one upside to the curse. When the two of you marry, he’ll get back his title and whisk you away to a new castle. This one will be filled with the luxuries he bathed in before, and you’ll be forced to swim in them too whether you want to or not.

Could you ever love this beast?