#they're oddly wholesome

[pinkmarbella2050]

No murder couple has the right to be this damn adorable. Y'all are gonna make the neighbours jealous! Calm down! /lh

Mr. and Mrs. Kuzuryuu seem pretty normal to me

[drawthething]

Maaaaan if it's that easy for you to loathe a 13 year old boy from an animated sitcom then you would NOT survive K-drama, girlfriend

[theheadlessgroom]

https://www.tumblr.com/beatingheart-bride/718372361167110144/theheadlessgroom-beatingheart-bride

@beatingheart-bride

“Oh, no, not at all,” he smiled, as he forked himself another bite of rice and onion, saying, “It’s actually a pretty easy recipe, my ma taught it to me when I was younger, I thought you might enjoy it!” He hoped she did; he wasn’t sure if she’d like cooked fish versus raw (especially with all the seasonings and spices), but he thought he’d try anyways.

Of course, he could see that the rice and onions and peppers weren’t exactly to her taste, given the way she ate around them, but he wasn’t too hurt over that-he took a gamble, and it didn’t pay off. If nothing else, he figured, the next time he fixed her dinner, he’d perhaps try something different as a side, something more to her taste.

Still, it was proving to be a lovely date: The fish came out nicely, the candles gave the room more of a romantic touch, and it felt as if the band playing down the street was playing just for them...he could hardly think of anything that could make it even better, but he did have something of an idea.

“Do sirens ever drink anything?” he asked curiously, as he set his fork down on his empty plate-perhaps they didn’t need to drink, given their aquatic home, but he felt curious to enough to ask-he had some non-alcoholic sparkling apple cider downstairs that he had a bit of a hankering for, and thought he would see if she’d like to try it.

[twasjane]

Discworld had a very BRITISH view of sex, in that it's mostly something to snigger about, but it's also a pretty ordinary thing in people's lives. We're a deeply repressed island, it explains so much about us, but we are also an island of freaks- we just bury that deep inside. Arf arf.

SEE. SEE THAT. THAT'S WHAT BEING BRITISH DOES TO YOU.

Anyway. The way this manifests in Discworld is fascinating to me.

Ankh Morpork has a condom factory. The slang term for them is "rubber wallies" or "sonkies" because they're named after the man who invented them- Wallace Sonky.

There's sex shops, selling fetish wear. The man who owned the shop ran for the office of Patrician. There are fetish catalogues.

There's sex toys. Wind up clockwork ones.

There are shops catering to hen nights complete with amusing inflatable dicks.

There's not a lot of sex in the books themselves, but you get the impression it happens a lot outside the story.

Discworld always feels lived in, feels like a place that keeps going when you stop reading about it. The fact there's condoms, sex shops and fetish wear just adds to that feeling in a way that's both funny, deeply realistic and yet... Oddly wholesome? In a way I can't explain?

[henchmaniac-ford]

Stanford looks up from what he's doing, digging unceremoniously through the mashed up brains, to observe what Bill's up to. "Impressive! Save me the skin, I could make something nice out of that!"

"Well, hello there again! I can't help but notice you're planning on ending 'whiskeys' weirdmaggedon. You should let me be of help. I'll do whatever you need me to."

NO DEALS WITH YOU AGAIN. BUT HELP WOULD BE APPRECIATED, APPARENTLY A BUNCHA OTHER BILLS GAVE HIM ADVICE ON STUFF TO AVOID SO HE’S A LOT HARDER TO DEFEAT THAN HE’D USUALLY BE.

[jazeswhbhaven]

Hi!!

i absolutely love your writing and was wondering if i could request single parent MC with the kings (+anyone you'd like) please?

Hi anon! Thank you for waiting and I hope you like this now that we have all the kings now to add to the mix :3

I'm going to start with Asmo first because yahhhhhhh this is his territory

Asmodeus: He can tell a milf/dilf from miles away and he just knew MC had a kid right off the bat. He's pretty much worried that MC's here in hell when their kid is back on earth and he's wondering if there's anyway that can be arranged where they can return to see their kid more often. But of course once all of the wholesome has worn off he's pretty much humping their backside wanting to pretend to give them another kid....it's only pretend and he just can't wait to take the role of stepdaddy....

Satan: A kid? Oh, he wasn't aware of that when he first met MC. He asks a lot of questions about them, and even has a crazy idea to bring the kid to Hell with MC so they aren't alone. Everyone else of course tells Satan that's a horrible idea, but he's convinced the kid would be fine. Plus, he considers himself a great influence and can teach them how to ride a bike, or beat up someone for annoying them. That sort of thing.

Mammon: MC's kid is Mammon's kid too. Doesn't matter what MC says it's final in his head. He's sending back toys, clothes, and setting up a future bank account for MC's kid to have a stable future. He's even found the best babysitter available in Hell and sent them down to Earth in disguise to watch them. Now the talk of when MC would have more kids is brought up. Mammon is fine that MC has had a kid(s) before they had their own with him, and this is just practice of their lives together as parents.

Beelzebub: Did MC tell him about their kid before? Maybe. If so he forgot about it. He does think it's cute that MC is a single parent running around Hell essentially babysitting others who he considers are "children" too. Bael would even Beel himself is childish and that's probably why MC has so much patience for him.

Leviathan: What kid? What do you mean that you have to pay attention to someone else more important? Impossible. And if MC does have a kid then why are they in Hell instead of being a responsible parent and watching them? Leviathan is pretty much lecturing MC's ears off even though he isn't a parent himself. He's even getting jealous of how much he's talking about a kid that isn't even his. In fact, he wants to stop talking about it before he starts thinking about things and possibly adopting MC's kid(s) so they have a proper upbringing.

Lucifer: Oddly, he knew about MC being a single parent because of their mannerisms and bodily changes if applicable. They seem more patient, tired, dad/mom bod possibly? Or in very simple ways, he just knows because he can tell. Having raised his seraphim brothers from tiny angel babes, he considers himself a parent too. He's even happy to give MC some tips on how to deal with their child aging while they're away in Hell. Because when you think about it, by the time they return their kid(s) could be adults or halfway there.

Belphegor: In his words "He ain't go no time for kids" and he very much means that. Though he doesn't mind at all that MC is a single parent. He takes it as a sign that MC is just going to act like a parent to everyone around them including him. So that means...he needs help doing everything from changing himself to making his meals, bathing, you name it. MC ofc doesn't mind doing these things as it reminds them of home, but it's kind of awkward given the circumstances. Also it seems Belphie is enjoying this too much to where even Beleth is asking if MC can "baby" him too.

now I was going to do some nobles, but my mind is drawing a blank rn ;.; if I can think of more i'll come back and add on to this!!!

[pokemon-npcs]

There's something oddly wholesome about this blog. Like, they're all just living their lives! That's so sweet, and it makes me smile a lot. Thanks for compiling them for everyone!

Aaaw thank you! I'm happy to hear that it's not just the funny posts that are enjoyed by people :)

[nothomegal]

“The little owl family” (Part 6)

(RZ!Michael Myers x GNReader)

Summary: your and your little sister’s life had an 180° turn when your parents got into a severe car crash, dying on the spot. You, being already past 18 had to figure out how to keep things afloat and give yourself, specially your sister, a good future. And you did! It was hard but you did it and became the absolute hero in the little girl’s eyes. People would often involuntary smile at the dynamic of your two, so wholesome and supportive, the perfect family bond.Bond that a certain Boogeyman noticed as well…

Warnings: a very light reference to suicidal thoughts at the beginning.

Word Count: 4k

Additional info: Gender Neutral reader. (S/N) = sister’s name.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

It's been a day or two after that late meeting between (S/N) and Michael. And... Things went oddly well from then! The little girl became more relaxed in his presence, and would often send him small waves when (Y/N) wasn't looking, and Michael would often answer with the same little wave. It became a little secret game of theirs, it was simple yet fun. The numerous close calls of getting caught or suspected by the older sibling would always awake the childish mischief inside of the man, the possibility to fool around a bit made him feel oddly comfortable and at ease, like momentarily experiencing the childhood he never had.

He also noticed that (Y/N) themselves began to act more on ease around him. There weren't as many death glares sent at his direction, mostly just some cassual glances as if to check what he's up to or where he is. He won't lie, he kinda missed the attention he used to recieve, but this calmer and passive (Y/N) wasn't too bad neither, it kinda made him feel more normal and welcomed actually.

But soon he began to notice that maybe this sudden passivity didn't start out of nowhere, and the reason would be uncovered pretty soon...

. . .

A light groan escaped through (Y/N)'s lips as they make their way towards the kitchen after putting their little sister to sleep. While walking, they've been holding their bandaged hand close to their chest, an instinctive attempt to soothe the throbbing pain that only increased over the days. They're pretty sure their awful sleeping also played a huge part of why the pain is so unbearable. The countless nights they've spent guarding the door of (S/N)'s room and staying on high alert durning most of the day over the past week really drained them, both phisically and mentally. Leaving just enough energy to breathe and maintain a positive actitude around their sister.

They let a sight of relief once they stopped in front of a counter that had all the medicines in. The older sibling reaches for the container of painkillers only for it to be suddenly snatched away right under their nose.

Already knowing who did that, they slowly turn towards the responsible of it, tiredly glaring at that stupid emotionless masked face they hated with burning passion.

The two of them remained still, observing each other in silence. Michael didn't even tilt his head, meaning that he wasn't wondering or asking, no... He wanted to know what they're doing and he wanted to know it now.

—"...What?"— you eventually blurt out.

No answer or movement.

—"I'm not going to kill myself, I just need some medicine because my wrist hurts..."— you elaborate tiredly. —"Can you give in back, please?"—

Still nothing.

The container was actually at a reachable distance. If (Y/N) really wanted they could probably snatch it back. But of course they're not stupid to attempt that, Michael is a very deceiving specimen and things are never as simple as they look when it comes to him and his shenanigans, (Y/N) learned that the hard way.

—"Look. I'm. In. Pain. I need this because I no longer can handle it. Please, give me back the container."—

Nothing.

They grit their teeth out of anger and frustration. Is this bastard mocking them now? Silently enjoying their suffering? Or he's genuinely oblivious of their clearly not okay state?

—"You did this to me, remember?"— you snap as you lift your bandaged hand to show it. —"You broke my wrist, it's been hurting for days and right now it's freaking unbearable. So please, just give me the painki-"—

Their heart nearly stopped when their injured wrist was suddenly grabbed by the masked man. All (Y/N) could do now is stay frozen and helplessly stare at the black eye sockets of the rubber mask, which were staring right back at their shocked expression. They didn't even notice their hands became shaky, anxiety slowly flooding their mind as they suddenly remember who is the man in front of them.

Michael Myers, the man who escaped Smith's Grove by killing with his bare hands anyone who stayed on his way, the man who scarred his own little sister for life by kidnapping her and killing everyone dear to her just because, the man that somehow escaped death and kept his reign of terror for an entire year without anyone being able to do anything... This man, this monster did horrible things, things that he can do to them whever he wants, and he may do it right now as punishment for their boldness and lack of self preservation.

(Y/N) doesn't even know what face they're making, their emotions are too unstable. The stress, frustration and exhaustion are way too much to handle right now. They can't even use the energy to mantain a stone face, not when they're trying to keep themselves from breaking down on the floor and scream out of the frustration.

They just want it to stop. They want him to go away and leave them and their sister alone. They want to stop feeling worry every second of their existence, to stop these anxiety spikes whenever the blade of his knife runs through their body as he teases them, to stop feeling fear whenever his dark gaze moves away from them and is casted on their little sister, to stop feeling guilt that creeps through them whenever they see sadness appear on the little girl's face when she catches them being upset, they wish they could make her smile again, please, make her real smile return...

They... They just want to stop feeling in danger... Feeling hopeless... Feeling like they failed...

Please...

Please... Make it all stop.

Whatever look they had, it was enough to make Michael suddenly let go of their arm. However, instead of walking away or stand still, he steps forward and closer to them, body langage unreadable as always.

(Y/N) doesn't move, they don't even look at him at this point. They simply let their arms fall limply on their sides and lower their gaze, not even noticing the hot tears sliding down their face.

They're so tired, they're done.

Their breath hitched when their body made contact with Michael's larger and warmer one, following comes the sensation of something equally solid and warm wrapping around their form in a firm grip.

The embrace was tight, maybe even tighter that the one from the night he broke in. It was hard to breathe, though (Y/N) is unsure if it's due Michael's strength or their own choked sobs they could no longer hold back. This gesture, though simple, broke them completely...

The more they quietly cried, the tighter the embrace got, as if the man was really trying to force them to spit all the angst out, and maybe he was. It's no secret that Michael has no knowlege about comfort, it's something he lacked most of his life after all. But now, right after seeing their gaze change, everything inside of him is yelling to grab (Y/N) and never let go. Their gaze... Oh, he knows that look.

That look on their eyes... It wasn't fear, it wasn't anger, it wasn't even hate. It was something dull, dull and lifeless, almost pleading for him to...

He presses his masked face against them. The only thought of having their blood on him makes him feel weird. Seeing (Y/N), who's usually composed, strong willed and straight up wild when it comes to the safety of their sister, so weak and broken in his arms, made the man feel very odd, a nasty and unpleasant type of odd.

—"...You."—

They grumble through gritted teeth as they press their forhead against his shoulder, as if really trying to hide their face.

—"I hate you..."—

He can feel (Y/N)'s fist collide with his back. Though the impact wasn't weak at all, it wasn't enough to make Michael let go, all the opposite, he only brought them closer.

—"I hate you."—

They repeat a bit lounder, tone cold yet broken.

—"Why do you still tormenting me? Why?... Why don't you just... J-Just..."—

Their voice breaks at the end of the sentence and is replaced by more cries. The punches soon ceased too, their hand slowly sliding off Michael's back. Soon their sobs began to quiet down and turn into ragged uneven breaths. They are mad, at themselves, at this man, at the world, at fucking everything!... But what pisses them off the most is that this bastard, the main responsible of their mysery, the devil everyone knows for the atrocities he commited, he's... He's somehow comforting them... Genuinely comforting them...

—"Why are you doing this?..."—

Silence.

—"Why are you making it look like you care?..."—

Because he does.

—"Why?... Why?"—

They kept repeating the same question over and over despite knowing that they will never get an answer. And to be fair, even if Michael could answer, he wouldn't. He doesn't know himself what he's doing or where this attachment came from or leads to, all he knows is that he desires to have (Y/N) close, hold into them like a predator into it's pray and never ever let go. But even with this unholy obsession, he can't deny the strange sense of comfort and completion (Y/N) brings him just by being around. Ever since (S/N) questioned him about his intentions and the strange attachment with the older sibling, he couldn't unsee or deny the way they make him feel. And even when they say they hate him, glare at him, try to hurt him... Even after all these unwelcoming actions, he just can't stop himself from wanting them around, from wanting them...

The two remain like this for a long time, even after (Y/N) stopped talking and crying they didn't move.

(Y/N) was a mess, both emotionally and mentally, yet they couldn't deny the fact of feeling a tiny bit better after letting it all out. Michael's grip on them remained tight, strong like steel, impossible to escape. It was like a cage... But a very needed cage.

No matter how much they try to deny it, deep down (Y/N) knows that they needed this, they needed someone to hold them tight as they spit all their concerns, pain and frustrations out. But that means nothing, that doesn't change the way they view Michael. Though his gesture is laudable, how do they know it's genuine? How do they know he's not taking advantage of them? Could this be his attempt to deceive them? Make them emotionaly dependent? And for what?... For what?!

What does he want from them for fuck's sake?!

They take one last deep breath, shuting down the swarm of thoughts and questions and finally calming down enough to speak properly.

—"Alright... I'm better, a bit better."—

But Michael made no movements, his grip remained strong.

They sigh again, a bit more annoyed.

—"Michael, really. I'm okay now. I-"—

They tried to lift their hands up to push themselves away, but a sudden yelp came out when they moved their injured wrist too harshly, making them recoil and Michael to finally let go.

—"Okay-... I'm not okay."— you grumble as you hold your bandaged wrist closely, trying to soothe the throbing pain.

When the ache somehow stabilized and (Y/N) looked up at Michael again, they were surprised to see him holding their car keys right in front of their face. They stare at the item a bit dumbfounded, questioning where the hell he wants them to go, until it eventually clicks.

They know what he wants them to do, and this is a golden oportunity to recieve propper help to their injury. But the anxiety and guilt of leaving their little sister alone, again, at night and with this man, is already eating them alive.

A couple of seconds of inactivity pass, and though (Y/N) was taking quite some time to decide, Michael remained stoic as a statue, patiently waiting for them to decide.

—"I..."— you sigh again, but with more determination. —"Nevermind. You're right, I need to go."—

They dry off the remaining tears on their face with a single rough wipe with their forearm. They have to quit crying, they embarassed themselves enough by having a meltdown in front of this bastart, which apparently was so bad and pity that he had to comfort them. Beside, they must stay strong, not just for their own sake but also for (S/N).

They reach for the key, but don't take it right away.

—"The terms are the same i suppose. I stay quiet about you and you don't disturb my sister, yes?"—

There is no movements from the man. Despite not seeing his eyes, (Y/N) had a gut feeling that he understood and accepted the deal. They mutter a quiet 'okay' before eventually taking the keys, without any issue suprisingly. Once all was settled, the older sibling steps aside but doesn't go towards the front door right away, instead they walk towards the stairs.

—"I'll make a quick check on (S/N) before I go, okay?"— you quickly explain before going up, not bothering to see if he did anything in response or not.

Suprisingly, Michael doesn't follow them, not this time. He remained at the bottom with his head turned towards the staircase.

To some the attention and worry (Y/N) shows for their little sister may seem overwhelming, but for Michael it is something to admire. They always place the little one in front of their own needs and safety, always checking on her and making sure she's safe and happy. Even after he came into their life, he saw the ammount of effort (Y/N) had always put into mantaining (S/N) away from him, to keep her hopes strong and always mantain that happy smile despite knowing it will dissappear as soon as he comes near...

(Y/N) is a good sibling, a very good and caring sibling. Is that how Judith could've been with him if given a chance? Would she ever made the same effort to treat him the way (Y/N) treats their little one? Would he be able to be as good to Angel? Was it too much to ask for her to remember him, to know who he is, to know her big brother was back home and be together as family ones again? Was it really so much to ask?...

"I wanna help you..."

"...But I don't know how..."

"...I wanna help you... But I don't know how..."

"...I wanna help you, but I don't..."

"YOU MOTHER FUCKER!"

Something inside of his chest squeezed uncomfortably, painfuly almost. He still remember these words and the way 'boo' screamed at him and the hate in her voice. It hurts, it hurts so much every time he remembers... He doesn't like the pain, it upsets him. Just why couldn't she recognize him?... What should he have done for that night to turn out different?...

The sound of footsteps softly going down the stair broke his train of thoughts.

—"Good news, (S/N) is still asleep. Doubt she will wake up until sunrise but I wouldn't go upstairs anyways, that girl sure wakes up from the randomest noises."— you comment quite casually.

However, they suddenly stop in their tracks when they reached the bottom and noticed that Michael wasn't following them with his gaze. A tiny detail that threw them off quite a lot.

—"...Are you alright?"—

The question made the tall man pause and realize that his hands were tightly clutched into fists. He slowly relaxes them, though an unpleasant aftertaste in his mouth and the general tension in his body remained.

Despite not having a clear answer, (Y/N) gives him a somehow knowledgeable look.

—"Remembered something bad?"—

He stays unresponsive for a moment, until he moves his head, giving a slow and barely noticible nod.

(Y/N) of course got a tag surprised, since it's the very first time Michael actually does something to answer them instead of staring blankly and let them figure out the message on their own. They don't focus on the sudden gesture though, instead they let out a small hum as they nod as well.

—"It happens... I too remember things I don't want to, a pretty nasty feeling gotta say."—

No answer.

(Y/N) seemed like they wanted to say more things, they decided against it and instead resumed their walk towards the front door. They stop to put some shoes and jacket, not minding too much the fact of them wearing pijamas. But before exiting, they look back at Michael's tall figure staring at them from the darkness, his pale masked face being the only visible feature.

—"I'll do my best to return before dawn, but no promisses."—

No reaction from the man, as expected.

They turn around and open the front door and pause again.

—"...Thank you, Michael."—

And after these words, they finaly step outside and softly close the door.

The masked man only tilted his head at this last sentence. Though these were three very simple words, he couldn't ignore how they affected him.

And the tension and ache from his memories were now completely gone, as if these bad feelings never came in the first place...

. . .

After a long wait and a ton of scolding from the doctors for neglecting their sleep and health, (Y/N) was finally driving back home. Luckly their wrist is healing fine, the sourse of the pain were the bad placement of the bandages and the overuse of their injured hand. Though they don't remember all the details, it seems like they'll be okay.

It was already dawn and the sun was slowly raising. However, they weren't too concerned, it was still early and there is no way (S/N) is awake, that girl sure enjoys lazy mornings after all.

And even after arriving home everything seemed in order, no weird vibes coming out the building and no funny feelings in their gut.

But the second they enter and close the front door...

—"(Y/N)!"—

A happy joyful voice exclaimed their name before something small launched at them into a hug with enough force to knock out some oxygen out of them. Nevertheless, the older sibling miraculously manages to mantain the footing and catch the little girl in a hug.

—"(S/N)?! How long you've been awake?!"— you ask in surprise and concern.

—"Oh... Uh..."— she thinks while poking her cheek with her finger. —"I think the little arrow on the clock was pointing at the number 5."— she innocently replies.

—"You've been awake since 5 of the morning?!"—you almost exclaim as you kneel down and take her hands. —"Are you okay? Were you scared? Did you know I was at the hospital? Did Michael do anything to you?"—

As an answer to their waterfall of question, the little girl childishly giggles.

—"It was all okay! But... I did get a tiny bit scared when I woke up and you weren't in the house, I though my nightmate of you dissappearing became true!... But then I saw Michael, and he explained that you went to see a doctor!"—

—"Michael... Explained?"— you arch your brow.

As soon as that question left their mouth, the tall man appeared at the entrance of the living room with a small toy ambulance in his hand.

—"Oh..."— you blink as you stare at the small item. —"I... I guess that makes sense how he did it."— you momentarily relax, but suddenly tense up again as you redirect your gaze to your sister. —"But seriously are you okay? Were you out your room this whole time?"—

The little girl shrinks in her place a bit flustered and embarrassed.

—"Well... I know you said last time not to exit my room when I had to stay with Michael, I swear I tried to follow your request! But..."— she bites her lip as she shrinks more. —"Please don't be mad, but I was just too scared to stay up there. You never left at night before! And... And when mom and dad left it was night too and-... And-..."— she starts hiccuping a bit by the end.

The little girl is interrupted when her sibling suddenly hugs her, holding her in a tight, secure and loving embrace.

—"Oh songbird, no... I'm so sorry if I came harsh on you, there is no way I can be mad at you for feeling scared for me."— you say as you place your head over hers. —"The first time I left, I was scared too... I was scared that when I come back you wouldn't be here..."—

A small gasp escaped the little girl and she quickly leans back to face her sibling.

—"You have nightmares of me disappearing too?!"— she asks quite surprised.

—"Yeah, I do."— you reply softly. —"Ever since I managed to convince the old ugly people to let me keep you, I sometimes have nightmares where they take you away."—

(S/N) frowns a bit, her childish mind not expecting that her usually super brave and calm sibling had such fears and concerns.

—"So please, don't feel bad, okay? Let's just be happy and celebrate that I made it home safely and you didn't disappear, yes?"—

—"Yeah... Yeah you're right!"— she exclaims, her happy-go-lucky tone returning. —"And Michael actually wasn't that bad! Though I wasn't in my room we still did our own things! Like, I presented him my toy dinosaurs while he stayed in thaaaaat corner over there and listened."—

—"Uh-huh..."— you mutter quietly as you glance at the tall man, who only tilted his head.

Man, if what the little girl is saying is true, then (Y/N) definetely owes Myers a medal for handling their sister's speech. Don't get them wrong, they love (S/N) to death and absolutely adore when she shares her interests and stories she invented about her toys or for their 'owl siblings' series! But sometimes she may get a bit too engaged with it.

Wait... Could that mean that Michael is being genuine with-.

—"And so... (Y/N)."—

(S/N) voice calling them snapped the older sibling back to reality.

—"About the 'celebrate' thingy..."— she says, suddenly shy.

—"You want me to make a cake, aren't you?"— you throw her an unimpressed look.

—"Yes!"— she giggles as she plays with her fingers. —"The cherry one, pretty please?"—

(Y/N) only rolls their eyes with a smile as they stand up and start taking off their jacket and shoes.

—"I guess I could make us a cake, remember the ingredients we need?"—

The little girl practically ignites in joy.

—"Yes! Yes I remember! Let me see if we have the all!"— she hurriedly says the last part before running into the kitchen.

The older sibling only chuckled as they finish undressing. They start going towards the kitchen but stopped right at the entrance, eyes already placed on the tall man.

—"Have you ever tried a cherry chip cake?"— you suddenly ask after a short pause.

The man slowly tilts his head to the other side.

—"I'll take it as a no. I'll make enough for you to have some too."— you pause. —"Don't get me wrong, it doesn't mean I trust you or enjoy having you around, but... I definetely owe it to you, for keeping an eye on (S/N) and such, and... And for what you did tonight."— you throw him a tiny smile before walking into the kitchen.

Michael didn't follow, not yet. His mind kept repeating that last image of (Y/N) over and over, from their suprisingly calm voice to the soft look in their eyes. But what would make his breath shake was the smile. It wasn't fake, it wasn't nervous, it wasn't out of politeness... It was a genuine, small yet sencere, dedicated to him and him only smile.

He lowers his gaze and places his hand on his chest, gripping the fabric of his coverals tightly.

It's hard to describe what exactly this set of emotions is, it all feels new. All he knows is that he suddenly feels warmth, a very soft and pleasant type of warmth...

It feels very familiar... Yet so distant and forgoten... As if he haven't experience these emotions for a long, long time...

...

...Happy.

He feels happy.

[loveephia]

kita shinsuke turns into a toddler.

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting, cavity-giving, super sweet fluff, reader takes care of toddler kita, toddler!kita has the roundest cheeks ever, and the silliest bangs to exist, toddler!kita has a crush on you, just an innocent and wholesome piece overall.

⚠ warning/s: none.

note: i got absolutely demolished with the biggest wave of baby fever, so enjoy!!! :3

poof!

you look down and see a toddler, dressed in an oversized inarizaki uniform that looks oddly like kita shinsuke.

..wait.

"k- kita?!" you exclaim, the panic evident in your shaky voice. you crouch down, looking around the empty hallway to see if anyone else just saw what has happened. the child stares up at you, quiet. he rubs one eye and yawns drowsily.

"who.. are you?" kita asks. "i- i'm y/n l/n! remember? the vice president of the student council? i work right under you b- because you're the president!" you answer.

kita blinks his chocolate doe-like eyes at you.

"grandma yumi told me not to talk to strangers." kita turns on his heel, "goodbye." n- now hold on!

you scoop kita up in your arms before running off to the student council office, "no way! if anyone in inarizaki sees what has happened to you, they're going to freak out!"

kita only holds onto you, gripping his tiny hands onto your uniform. "p- please slow down, miss l/n. i'm a bit scared." he stutters.

ack! my heart!

"o- okay.." you do as he says, trying desperately to quickly find the door that leads to the student council office. he hides his face in the crook of your neck. squish. he rested one fluffy cheek on your shoulder.

"oh my gosh, oh my gosh! so cute, so cute!" you thought, covering your mouth with one palm.

you kicked the office door down before gently placing kita on the couch. you closed the door shut and sighed heavily. what is this bizarre situation?!

"you're going to stay here until you turn back to normal, okay?" you said, tone firm. kita hesitates, but he nods anyway, not fully understanding what you meant. you mutter a small, "good." at his obedience.

"miss l/n, please don't leave me." he says politely, fidgeting with his fingers. "i'm scared of being by myself."

he's so adorable!

"o- of course.." you plopped down next to him on the couch, sitting in silence.

you glance over at kita, who seems to be staring at the office table with nothing but bond paper on it. you then notice the prominent shape of his cheeks. white, round, and smooth. huh.. kind of like a bao.

you poke one out of the curiosity of your own heart, and you were satisfied, to say the least. "waaah! they're so soft!"

attack worked! you have confused the enemy! (kita)

"miss l/n, can i draw?" he asks, sheepishly fiddling with his own fingers. "oh, right.. since kita is basically a child now, he'll probably want to do something with whatever creativity his brain can muster up." you thought to yourself. "yes, sure!" you pick kita up and place him on one of the office chairs close to the table before trying to find a box of crayons and a pencil for him to use.

once you found them, you handed them to kita, even giving him a sheet of bond paper from earlier.

kita gets to work, and you sigh, sinking back into the office couch. it's a good thing that kita wasn't a very high maintenance child, so you didn't have to worry too much.

"achoo!.." kita sneezed. you pulled a clean and pastel handkerchief from your pocket and let kita blow his nose into it. "are you okay now?" you asked, and kita nods.

you take a peek at what kita was drawing, and it's of you and him, holding hands. it looks like he wasn't finished yet from the way that there wasn't any colors.

i seriously want to cry. how much cuter can he get?!

time skip.

kita finally turns back to normal after a long day of caring for him, and a part of your heart cracks. no more baby president..

"oh, l/n. do you have the papers i asked for?" kita asks, voice mature, dropping the miss. you nod gloomily. "yes, hold on." you check under your own office desk, and there they are. you hand them to kita, as he mumbles a small, "thank you."

you stare at his cheeks,

before planting a kiss on one.

kita's face was lit aflame, and he's looking at you, dumbfounded at the sudden action. you can tell that he's trying to keep it together, with his wide eyes and all. "i have to go home now. see you tomorrow, president." you excused yourself before leaving the office.

kita just stands there. what.. just.. happened?

once the office door was shut, you smile to yourself giddily, before burying your face in the palm of your hands. "his cheeks are still as fluffy as ever!" you mentally cheered.

you were able to take the drawing that kita did, colored and all. best believe you're going to hang it up on your wall like a trophy.

© lowercase intended | loveephia

[animentality]

re: gortash and durge having such a good working relationship. i respect the toxic relationship grind too (and godspeed to all who partake in that durgetash flavour) but i feel like we just.. do not talk enough about how they were BEST friends. utterly and desperately in love with each other too of course, but god they also LIKED each other. admired each other! made up their own secret code to send each other notes! they were spending time together presumably just for fun for years before they even knew ketheric, for years before the dead three set the whole mind flayer thing in motion. when durge went missing, gortash didnt just lose his lover he lost his best friend too. his ONLY real friend, probably. all in one fell swoop. and that’s almost what breaks my heart the most about the whole situation.

(i wonder how long it took gortash to realise he’d fallen in love with his best friend. i wonder if that added any trepidation to it, what with the risk of destroying their friendship if durge doesn’t feel the same way.. i’m unwell)

see, i love toxic ships too, but durgetash is so special to me, because it's the inverse of toxic villain ships.

it's not just "oh they're villains who HATE EACH OTHER and FUCK and have a power imbalance/struggle that makes them compelling," although i do love that dynamic myself.

it's "we are the most evil people alive, who are incapable of feeling empathy...except, at the end of the day, we are still, somehow, human. we still NEEDED someone who could understand us. we killed and we tortured and we maimed, and somehow, in spite of it all, we still found kinship, camaraderie, and love, even if it was in the most wicked of places."

the perseverance of the human heart, in spite of all the brambles and thorns.

that's durgetash.

i don't think that they're a vanilla ship, or an edgy ship. i think they're both. i think they're neither.

you can read death and despair and tragedy in them, or you can read this oddly uplifting wholesomeness to them.

it doesn't matter. it's just a perfect ship, with so much potential.

i'm holding it in my hands like sand holds the waves.

[weebsinstash]

I've talked about romantic/sexual yandere Miguel being goaded on by an alternate of himself or another you, but, I'm also thinking about platonic yandere parental/guardian Miguel getting a little 'push' to realize he wants you to play a more central role in his life, either from being in competition with an alternate of his or outright being told by his alternate that it's what he should do

You're just in the Spider Society minding your own business and you see Miguel talking to, Another Miguel, but this one has glasses or a beauty mark or some distinguishing feature. The two of them are discussing anomalies and "the fate of the multiverse" and other such serious topics when you stroll by, giving a wave and such as hello when the second Miguel actually pauses their conversation to greet you, actually being, well, much like YOUR Miguel with his occasional sarcastic snark but, friendlier, introducing himself to you, shaking your hand, asking you questions like how old you are, how long have you been a Spider, etc, amd you're ready to start cracking jokes about how, maybe you'll start spending time with this new Miguel instead since 'yours' is suddenly so grumpy, when. Oh dear, the awkward thing happens. Here comes the other you, bounding right up to the other Miguel, "Papá, there you are 🥰 this place is like a maze and I got lost looking for you, dont leave me behind again 🥺"

Both you and Miguel are watching your alternates interact, actually silently internally in some weird sort of agreement with "this is kind of weird but also oddly wholesome... what the fuck, why do I want what they have..." but it's just. It's also just a little weird. You're literally watching another you cuddle up to another version of your boss, calling the man their dad, acting like they're legitimately his child, with the other man actually being genuinely caring and considerate back. Eventually in private Dad!Miguel asks Miguel about his relationship with you and is basically met with "what relationship. That's just my coworker" as Dad!Miguel rolls his eyes at his emotionally constipated alternate who's apparently going to need a little encouragement

Part of me is like, what if some bullshit happens like, Dad!Miguel is all "oh yeah well if you have such a handle on things and think they can take care of themself without any support or guidance, what are they doing right now" and Miguel is all huffy and all FINE LETS SEE, IM SURE THEYRE FINE and goes to, use his monitors or whatever to spy on you and, you're having like a mental episode, a real crying session, some real boo hoo sobbing and maybe even cutting yourself as Miguel is "coincidentally" having an epiphany that, hey, maybe you DO need an extra mentor figure in your life... maybe he can... ask you about your day and stuff? Dad!Miguel over here ready to rip his hair out as he realizes your Miguel went through all the second universe stuff and is now an emotionally bottled mess and, in a way needs you as much as you need him

Whether to encourage his alternate or help you since you resemble 'his child', despite all awkward differences, Dad!Miguel sees that you're lonely and struggling and, kinda partially adopts you, becoming something of a mentor, checking in on you, scolding you to est something when his advanced hearing picks up on your stomach growling, making small talk, little things like that, but routinely, becoming a bit of a fixture in your life

Months down the line your Miguel is minding his own business having a pretty ok day and he rounds the corner and. It's Dad! Miguel, convincing you to let him comb your hair because you ran out of the house without doing anything with it first and you've been kind of stressed and tired. Miguel just starting to kind of feel what can only be identified as envy and jealousy as he watches Dad!Miguel spending time with you, "so, are you graduated by now? My child (the other you) is still in university right now" "oh no, I'm not really doing college" "what, but you're so smart! I think you can do anything you put your mind to--"

Miguel turns his back and next time he turns around, Dad!Miguel is getting you gifts for your birthday and it turns out he regularly visits you. The original man's strolling through the lobby and suddenly he sees you with his alternate that he's really starting to hate and, are you speaking Spanish? Since when did you learn Spanish? Did he TEACH you? Have you been spending so much time together that the other him even had that opportunity?

He's just standing there watching Dad!Miguel like, braid your hair or help clean your glasses or do something that's like, platonic but personal, caring, affectionate, and suddenly your Miguel is having the realization, "did this bitch just steal you right under my nose. Did he just baby code MY baby 😤"

Miguel overhears you happily call his alternate Tío and, that's it, he gets so mad he confronts the other him about it in private basically then and there, the other man basically just like "well clearly YOU weren't giving them the support they needed--" and proceeding to give advice on how to get close to you, things you're stressed about and struggling with, things you were too shy and scared to open up about to the original Miguel or anyone who isn't a trusted friend

An alternate version of the YouTwo disaster where YouTwo wants to steal your life because you "stole their dad" when Dad!Miguel spends time with you and they assume they're being replaced out of jealousy, or maybe he even outright wants you for himself, or maybe Dad!Miguel outright meets his unfortunate end in an unrelated villain thing and YouTwo comes to steal YOUR "dad". YouTwo who's more unhinged than ever because their Miguel kind of "broke them in" to be their loving little child and doesn't handle either being replaced or losing the only loved one and source of support they cared about

Of course this is to say, it would DEFINITELY be "unfortunate" if you and Dad!Miguel got so, so close and, then suddenly the man dies and is violently ripped from your life just when you're starting to heal and be happy again and, suddenly you're so heartbroken and vulnerable and, THIS is the moment when your Miguel finally steps up to the plate to truly take care of you amd fully assimilate into your life. You're breaking down sobbing, literally the kind of crying where you can't even stand, you just collapse, and, here he is to pick you up and hold you, embrace you, shoosh you gently and rub your back and let you cry while he helps you feel safe again. He's sorry he's late, but he's here now, so let Papá give you nice big hugs while you cry and then take you back home, ok? His home. Technically YOUR home now, that the two of you share. You'll get served all your favorite foods and made sure you're looked after and, when its time for bed and you get those violent nightmares and images of how your beloved Tío was killed right in front of you and can't manage to sleep, your Papá is there to help hold you and comfort you until you're finally softly snoring in his arms. he looks at you, how heartbroken and, in his eyes, helpless you are, and vows that if anyone ever tries to hurt, or wrong you, or some punk who doesn't deserve you tries to taint your purity, that he'll rip them apart like a wild animal

After all, that's just what good fathers do

[sterekchub]

Any more plans for Chris/Derek? Or sheriff stilinski/Derek. He deserves to be doted on and properly fed by beacon hills certified dilfs

YES! Chris/Derek I have some...darker manipulative feedings fic ideas than Sheriff/Derek which is totally more wholesome. Chris going from hunting werewolves to spending his retirement looking into subduing them. Derek makes it so easy. Doesn't put up a fight when Chris propose the idea - or maybe Derek is so desperate to make amends to Chris, so eager for someone to show him genuine affection, that he goes along with it. And it becomes their regular thing. Derek getting fed and fucked. Chris has a journal on how many calories it takes to overwhelm a werewolf's metabolism. Strains of wolfsbane that can make wolves more compliant. Increase their hunger. How much food they can eat as their stomach's stretch and heal and their capacity grows and grow, stretchmarks appearing and disappearing over night. (Derek sprawled on the ground, surrounded by empty take out containers and kegs of beer, belly so inflated with food it covers his knees, helplessly belching and groaning and rubbing as much of his gut as he can reach, while Chris jots down notes and goes to get more food). He takes Derek to hunter conventions, shows Derek off as his partner and his prized wolf. Derek is always waddling a step behind him, hefty belly wobbling a bit with each step, thighs rubbing together, ass threatening to split open his jeans. It shocks people when they realize he's a werewolf. The fearsome predator who only uses his fangs to rip through steaks and is far, far too full to run after away lately. Chris has found the perfect methods to turn a supernatural powerhouse into a spoiled house pet. Derek looks oddly pleased with every comment he gets, as Chris proudly pats Derek's gut and tells his fellow hunters they should join them for dinner - and Derek will give them a real show. ****************

AND on the topic of the Sheriff.... I adore both fat!DILF Sheriff and feeder Sheriff. (Because really I love the premise of 2 fat Stilinski men...). The Sheriff giving Derek a chance and giving him a job as a deputy in the station. But as a newbie? Derek's stuck with all the paperwork and the occasional calls from the regulars screaming about aliens or kids playing too loudly in their backyard. And he unofficially becomes used as the Sheriff's food dump. "Stiles will kill me if he catches me with this, finish these, won't you?" " Mrs. Robinson send a whole gift basket for us stopping that break in... but can't Can't have my deputies failing their fitness exams, why don't you take this?" Derek's so thankful to feel like he's useful and doing something good- he never complains. Tells the Sheriff "Yes, sir" and dutifully does what he's told. Even if that means really spending most of his day snacking over paperwork. And at the end of the day? the Sheriff knows they're both going home to an empty house, so why doesn't Derek keep him company? Beers and pizza on him. And Derek ends up finishing a 12 pack of beer of almost 2 full pizzas...too stuffed to go home, so he gratefully takes the offer to stay over for the night.

And pretty quickly it becomes a routine. (along with the routine of the Sheriff "forgetting" to order a new uniform for Derek to watch him uncomfortably trying to hide the way his belly is showing through the gaps in the buttons and his pants are held together with a rubber band...

[scraplette]

This is random but I noticed you mention you were a big Rung/Skids shipper and I'm curious about something. I wasn't active in the fandom where MTMTE/LL were coming out and I feel like I missed huge discourse or something, because I'm really confused about why I have always seen Rung/Fort Max and Rung/Whirl and MegaRung everywhere but nobody seems to ship Rung with the guy he was super close with from the beginning and committed suicide thinking about and coughed up crystals over? I know it's not because it's wrong for therapists and patients to date because all of those people were Rung's patients. Do you know why this is?

Hello there! Sorry for the late response, I wanted to do this on desktop and just hadn't found the time.

You've sent a really interesting question but, I'm sorry, I'm not sure I have an answer for you. Heck, even at the time the comics were coming out I was always surprised by the lack of content for the ship. There was some discourse about Rung dating paitents but, funnily enough, Skids was never really a part of it. He wasn't really considered by the fandom as one of Rung's paitents so it wasn't an issue. The storyarc we the readers found out that Rung was treating Skids, was also the same arc where Rung quit. You did have some folks producing some excellent content for it(@littlestowl is still hands down my fave writer for this pair and @herzspalter did some hecking good fanart!) but never to the same extent as other ships. Not gonna blame people for that, we all have our preferences! Live and let ship and all that! So, since I had no anwers of my own I decided to counsult THE COUNCI(my friends who like Transformers) for their opinions and they came up with the excellent points. We even gathered DATA(we looked at Ao3 XD) Nothing definitive, of course, because obviously we're just a group of robot fans and can't speak for every TF fan on the net. These are just our thoughts and general vibes. 1) Rung is just so darn shippable. He potentially works well with a lot of characters and was pulled in lots of diff directions. Speaking as the main Rung/Skids shipper of the group I sort of get this(stupid sexy Rung) but even with all the diff ships sailing Rung/Skids still seemed oddly small in comparsion. 2)Another friend brought up a good point, Rung/Skids are a lovely ship but they're very wholesome and nice. Now, there is nothing wrong with that but you can't deny that spicy ships oozing with, as they put it, DRAMA just get folks excited. Lots of the other ships had this in spades. 3) Another friend had a lovely thought to add to this and I agree with it 100%. I'm just going to quote them directly "Which is kinda a shame because they have other kinds of cool drama - Rung basically compromised his position for Skids! Skids revived Rung's memory! The non-goodbye! But not conflict -drama." 4)Perhaps the venn diagram of Skids fan and Rungs fans didn't neccisarily crossover. Looking at the DATA, we can see that the most popular ships for Skids(in order) were SkidsSwerve, SkidsGetaway, and SkidsRung. I'm not sure if the Getaway fics were written pre or post betrayl.

5) Not really important but something I thought was a cool detail. Rung/Skids was really popular in the Japanese side of the fandom. I even own a physical doujin anthology for the pair! I can't remember any names of the top of my head, it's been years, but there were lots of lovely pieces of Rung/Skids fanart on the JP art sites.

I'm always a little sad about Rung/Skids. I always thought here were always lots of hooks throughtout the story that could lead the pair to more. Lots of little quiet personal moments just for the two of them. Like, Skids defending Rung against Getaway's snide comments. Ratchet sending Skids to Rung because he things the little chap is lonely. That final weirdly tense exchange between them will always sit a bit oddly with me. I know at the time there was a theory that Skids might've been into Nuatica at the time but nothing seemed to come of it, so I geuss we'll never know. I think I remember reading that Alex Milne didn't realise that would be their last interaction together, otherise he would've done the panel differently* Thank you for your ask! It was lovely to look back on old fandom memories ^_^ I hope I gave you some insights. As for myself, I'm hoping to get back into fic writing so no doubt I'll be adding to my collection of Rung/Skids drabbles.

*IMPORTANT UPDATE EDIT THING! I couldn't drop the final goodbye between them and the Alex Milne thing(it was nearly a decade ago so I was worried I'd misremembered) so I hunted down the original tweet and I've misremembered!

Sigh, what a shame that the final on-page interaction of my fave ship is forever off key and weird because of Writer/Artist miscomunucation :<

[shadowgast-recs-weekly]

Shadowgast Recs: Polymorph Shenanigans

This week, we have thirteen fics that have Caleb or Essek using polymorph! Some cozy, some funny, and some having some sexy fun with different animal shapes! Check them out underneath the cut, and as always, comment and kudos if you liked them!

Creature Comforts by Mousecookie (4645, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek impulsively visits the Mighty Nein one evening during their travels. Frumpkin sits in his lap. Caleb, oddly, is nowhere to be found.

Reccer says: A beautiful fic with a surprising end that’s so beautiful. I love it,

the shape of my heart in the dark by professor (1584, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek asks for cats to 'schnuggle' with. An amber cat accepts the invitation.

Reccer says: I liked it!

Not a meet-cute, a bleat-cute by professor (3515, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek spends an afternoon collecting spell components and comes home with a pet sheep.

Reccer says: I liked it!

Nepeta by ccaleb_widogast (2037, General) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Professor Caleb accidentally transforms into a cat. He has to ask Essek for to help him turn back.

Reccer says: Really Wholesome with a bit of outsider POV

Do It For Science by Meadow (Medorikoi) (6885, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn

Essek gets fucked by Calebs echo, who then polymorphs into a giant ape.

Reccer says: I love the scene they're doing. That it's for "science" and that Caleb could have lost control of himself when polymorphed as a giant ape in Aeor. So Essek has to take the ape in a controlled setting, for his safety ;)

On the Myriad Uses of Polymorph as a Method of First Aid by catgirlthecrazy (1579, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn

When a fight in Aeor goes sour, Caleb turns Essek into a T-Rex to save his life.

Reccer says: Caleb in danger? T-ressek SMASH

The Artifact by Chekhov (14378, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: Author warns of a "Looney Tunes concept of peril" and that the sexual tension stays unresolved

A mysterious object is introduced into the wizards' enclosure.

Reccer says: Never have I read a story more worthy of the word "shenanigans". The nerd courting rituals are intricate, hot (though that's not the focus of the story), and - above all - hilarious. Big Yakety Sax energy throughout.

The Annual Rexxentrum Cat Show by hanap (776, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

A cat show has a rare book of spells as its prize. Polymorph shenanigans ensue.

Reccer says: This is hilarious and just gets better

a man by any other face by Mousecookie (33853, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Or, four times Caleb uses Polymorph and one time Essek does, and how both of them must navigate the transformation of the self that is beyond magic.

Reccer says: This is an emotional, gorgeous work that captures so much of the character of the wizards. It’s such a wonderful window into these characters.

good sounds by MinnesotaBruja (2787, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn

Essek discovers a flustering fascination with eels, and Caleb, transmutation wizard, is all too happy to oblige his boyfriend his every desire.

Reccer says: I liked it!

Reverse Tatzelwurm by witches_chant (1803, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Technically Shapechange, but a polymorph shenanigan (gone beautifully wrong) in spirit.

Reccer says: A brilliant and very funny reinterpretation of some folklore. I like every decision that went into the shape and nature of the creature.

you can have my absence of faith by Anonymous (87745, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Dubcon/Consensual Non Consent, Male Pregnancy

Essek wants to try freaky egg-pregnancy stuff, Caleb polymorphs into a sexy Lolth spider demon to help him out with that. Then they spend a week having other kinds of domestic sex

Reccer says: There's a lot of love and understanding shared between Essek and Caleb as long-term partners who yield to each other's dark desires and unconventional wants. They're frequently roleplaying as characters and you can see the lapses of the real Essek or real Caleb every now and then, and it's really cute.

True Polymorph by guiding-bolt (4025, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek has always been attracted to Caleb's magic. There was no denying that. It was something of a joke, how he would throw himself at Caleb when he had done something particularly clever. When Caleb masters True Polymorph and turns himself into a dragon, it is no different.

Reccer 1 says: I love the hubris of Essek here, he's going to get that dragon dick in him whatever it takes Reccer 2 says: Amazing writing and delicious situation. Lots of love and care and a bit of size difference.

Aeor is for Lovers is an 18+ Shadowgast Discord server. The above fanfic recommendations were pulled from our community for this weekly event. All fics, unless otherwise specified, will primarily feature Shadowgast. Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ! Next week, we’ll be back with some soulmates!

[slayfics]

Hi, I just want to say I love your work so much and was wondering if you could write a oneshot of Muichiro overhearing reader singing to themselves but they're shy about their voice so they don't really sing around people

Muichiro catches you singing.

Muichiro was out on his nightly patrol of his designated area and you were working on making a meal. You had finished your mission faster than expected so you thought you would surprise Muichiro with a fresh meal once he returned.

You were sure you had another hour or so before he showed up so you took your time to carefully prepare the food. You began to hum to yourself as you gathered ingredients.

As you began to cut and get more lost in cooking your humming turned into singing. You loved to sing but only did so when you knew you were alone. You didn't think your voice was bad, but you felt incredibly shy to share your voice with anyone.

As more time passed, you found yourself singing even louder preparing the meal. You were singing your usual comfort song, a lullaby passed down through your family. Right when you were about to get to your favorite verse a voice behind you asked, "What song is that?"

You jumped, taken by surprise, and spun around to see Muichiro right behind you. Your face flushed at realizing the Hashira had heard your singing.

"You're back early!" You stated, catching your breath from the surprise.

"Yes. What song was that?" He asked again.

"An old lullaby," You responded, still feeling embarrassed he had heard you.

"Will you please sing it again," He asked, eyes wide.

"Oh um- I don't know- my voice isn't that good and-" You mumbled making excuses but Muichiro cut you off.

"Your voice is beautiful and something about that song I vaguely remember... will you please sing it again?"

Your face flushed again at Muichiro's compliment and you found it hard to turn down his request. Muichiro hardly remembered anything from his past so you knew how much it meant to him when something started to spark his memories.

"Ok... but don't look at me-" You compromised.

"Ok," Muichiro said, covering his eyes with his hands.

A smile spread across your face at how adorable the Hashira was. He could have turned around or gone into the other room but instead chose to cover his eyes with his face. Something about his actions were oddly charming.

You began the song again as you finished preparing the meal. Muichiro stood in place with his eyes covered the entire time until the song concluded.

"I'm finished," you said, indicating he could remove his hands from his face.

You looked at the Hashira as he brought his hands down and noticed tears had formed in his eyes.

"I think my mother used to sign that to me," he said.

Awe this was such a wholesome request! Thank you for sending it in! I hope I didn’t make it too sad for you at the end~

Tags~

@plvuii @aeolia18 @muichirouswife @yandere-kou @hashiroses

[pro-depresanti]

Do you have any Ao3 fic recs with Valentinooo???

Strap in, this will be a long list, I'm going to assume you mean exclusively smutty ones

X Reader:

Silken Chains by Uinu – 200k, multi chapter, ongoing; gn reader, non-con, angst, blood, violence; Valentino finds a new favourite plaything in the eyes of the Reader, there's a tiny bit of good, quite a lot of bad, and a shitton of ugly stuff

Drabble 3 - Piercing by TheWeirdDane – 2.1k, oneshot, completed; fem reader, genital piercings, cunnilingus, body worship, overstimulation; Reader gets her clit pierced, Val finds out about it mid-shooting, gets absolutely batshit horny over it

X Vox:

love looks not with eyes by SadMothNoises – 4.2k, oneshot, completed; angst, soft smut, fluffy; Val loses his eyesight and Vox is there to remind him that they'll get through it together, all packaged within a heartwarming smut scene

Antichrist by Sirens_scales – 5.6k, oneshot, completed; CNC, breeding kink, roleplay, blood, restraints, Valentino is intersex; Val tries to convince Vox to play into his breeding kink, and when it doesn't work, Val sets up a "innocent virgin gets sacrificed to a scary god" scene to get what he wants

savage, lavish by Subedarling – 2.5k words, oneshot, completed – intersex Valentino, Vox has two barbed dicks, breeding kink, daddy kink, discussion of mpreg; Vox practically impales Val on his barbed shark cock (this is a weird one but the way Val was described as struggling not to move was so 🥴🤤🤭🤯😫)

Digital Mania by jupiter_sea - 2.1k, oneshot, completed; voyeurism, vibrators, intersex Valentino, orgasm control, overstimulation; Vox basically leaves Val with just himself and a toy for HOURS, just delicious

X Alastor:

Buck Wild by Charnel_Goat, spappest – 12k words, 2 chapters, completed; rut/heat cycles, beautifully sick writing, mild violence, power struggles; Alastor is in a rut and needs help dealing with it. Except he will just let Valentino sweat on what is and isn't allowed. At the end they're both fine lol

Entirely Guilty By Design by unproblematicfav – 9k, oneshot, completed; fake dating, weird anatomy, trans Alastor, Valentino is intersex, drugged sex (from Val's pheromones), rough, very dubious consent, a shitton of dead dove stuff so just read the tags lol; Vox sets up a date for Val and Alastor, the latter two end up banging it out in the bathroom

Better Than A Picture Show by Octopussocks – 17k words, 6 chapters, completed; ruts, breeding kink, intersex Valentino, safe words (I KNOW! THOSE ARE A RARE FIND!), cannibalism, belly bulge kink for a like 4 paragraphs; – Alastor is in a rut, Val helps him out. It's oddly wholesome and sweet. Valentino is actually nice in this one

Drinking Buddies by HuntingPeople – 26k, 2 chapters, completed; trans Alastor, drugging (Val's pheromones, and it's mostly consensual), Alastor is a virgin, kink negotiation (ANOTHER VERY SHOCKING TAG), use of safe word, breeding kink; Val loses his glasses and accidentally (not) invites Alastor into his bed. Pretty sweet and very spicy

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Alastor Makes A Porno by Charnel_Goat, spappest – 16.6k, 6 chapters, completed – Alastor and Val tagteam Vox; EXTREMELY dubious consent, Vox has a mechanical pussy, bondage, dark comedy, blood, gore, body horror; Alastor is in a rut, tries to find Val as per their usual, but he's a bit too preoccupied with Vox. Change of plans, they're gonna have a threesome and Vox will never know whether he liked it or not. Valentino is scared for the wellbeing of his bits at least 20 times; AMAZING FIC, COULD NOT RECOMMEND IT ENOUGH, BEAUTIFUL WRITING AND MY TYPE OF DARK HUMOR