#this is a frequent occurrence btw

[jonathanbyersphd]

I left this note in a WIP at 2am last night while I was zooted.

"Fellas, you ever go on a sprint to turn in your college application because your gf called you baby and you're a simp?"

[tirednotflirting]

okay this is Niche and silly but if there’s anywhere that makes sense to share this it’s here so

so we’re watching maxton hall on prime video the other day (BANGER of a show it was everything i wanted it to be) and there’s this scene where i SWEAR TO GOD i’m like ‘oh the song i found would KILL right here’ and thEN THE SONG STARTED PLAYING

so yeah i’m reminded again of my missed calling as a music supervisor

[purple-plum-petals]

⊱ What It’s Like Cuddling with Him ⊰ || Mr. Gap Headcanons

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Character(s): Mr. Gap (Homicipher/文字化化) Reader Type: Human (Gender-Neutral Pronouns) Warning(s): None! Genre: Headcanons, Fluff, Romantic or Platonic Relationship (It’s Complicated, honestly). Word Count: ~590 words. Request: “Please I've been dying for content 😔 can I get uhhhh mr.gap content plz ?? I can't stop thinking about him popping up between ur blankets on you. Love ur homicipher stuff so far btw 🩷” Author’s Note: Thank you so much for the kind words! I’ve been enjoying writing for the fandom, too. Everyone has been so incredibly supportive, and that just means the world to me as a writer who never thinks their work is good enough. I love you, Homicipher fandom. 😭🫶 I went ahead and did headcanons about how Mr. Gap would be as a cuddle buddy since you mentioned the scene of him popping up between the blankets (and because they’re a lot easier to crank out than full-on drabbles haha). I hope you enjoy!  

→ If you enjoyed my work, please reblog it if you can! Exposure on Tumblr is based on reblogging content rather than liking it, so your support would be much appreciated!  ♡

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🕳️: The first time Mr. Gap surprised you by suddenly appearing under the covers, you nearly died of a heart attack right then in there before scolding him to never do that again. He simply rolled his eyes at you, calling you boring before disappearing into the void once again. He never did stop like you had asked him to which, honestly, wasn’t surprising in the slightest. Eventually, you got used to his sudden presence to the point where it didn’t startle you as horribly as it used to (much to his disappointment). 

🕳️: Even if you don’t get startled by his appearance as often as you used to, that doesn’t mean you never get scared when he suddenly pops up. He enjoys spooking you, smiling widely whenever you gasp or let out a shriek when he lunges at your face from under the sheets like an alligator shooting out of the water to grab unsuspecting prey in its maws. He leaves with a chuckle if you smack or try to hit him, vanishing before you can do any damage. Your reactions are funny to him, and he enjoys being able to get a rise out of you. 

🕳️: You eventually become fed up with him and ask him with a huff if he wants to cuddle after lifting your covers and seeing his face in the darkness underneath, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. He grimaces and asks you what that even means, not familiar with the term. After explaining it to him as best as you could considering the language barrier, his semi-disgusted expression doesn’t change, and he leaves faster than it took you to blink. This continues for a while, you ask him with a smirk if he wants to cuddle with you which successfully manages to chase the trickster away (you just have to threaten him with physical affection... good information to know).

🕳️: However, one day, Mr. Gap doesn’t leave after your half-hearted threat. He stays and stares up at you with a blank look on his face before, to your shock, agrees to cuddle with you. It’s strange laying in bed with a ghost that doesn’t have a body in the conventional sense, his head resting on your chest while his arms rest limply at your sides (he usually doesn’t hold you back, instead laying on you like a dead fish). While you can feel the presence of a form on top of you, whenever you try to catch a glimpse, you cannot see anything resembling a body underneath the covers. It’s not an unpleasant feeling, though, and he reminds you of a weighted blanket. 

🕳️: Mr. Gap doesn’t move or make much noise whenever you two are cuddling, an occurrence that has become more frequent as time goes on. He isn’t the biggest fan of physical touch, but he finds himself not minding the way your hands feel threading through his hair or the sound of your beating heart while his ear is pressed against your chest. The noise is strangely comforting... 

🕳️: If you inquire about his lack of commentary, he looks up at you and smirks, asking if you would give him your heart. You just tell him no with a smile since you were used to his questions at this point and close your eyes, your hands returning to combing out in knots in his black locks without another word… He kind of hates how he doesn’t find himself disgusted by your touch, and he can’t help but wonder why that is. 

[hanichani]

You look so perfect standing there...

Pairing: chan x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: a drabble inspired by she looks so perfect by 5sos

Warnings: chan has a tattoo and is very much in love, lmk if i missed aynthing

Word count: 920

a/n: ever since I saw that clip of chan singing that song at one of the maniac tour concerts, i thought it was a very channie coded song. btw i know getting someone's name tattooed is very... but imagine someone being so obsessed with you that they do that hjkdjkh

when you walk out of the bathroom chan is already in bed, wearing his pyjamas (a pair of boxers), facing the ceiling. you lean on the door frame and cross your arms over your chest, looking at the man with only love and admiration in your eyes (maybe a bit of lust as well and no one can blame you for that). his sight moves from the ceiling to his wrist as he raises his arm up. he starts playing with the chain bracelet he’s worn forever now and when he does so, you can see the little tattoo that is hidden on the inside of his bicep. it’s a small black arrowed heart that has your name in it and you vividly remember the night he got it.

it was two years into your relationship when chan was in his yolo era and so so in love with you. so, one night, he picked you up at your house and told you he had a surprise. you did not expect him to take you to a tattoo salon and you expected what followed even less.

“you’re crazy.” you told him while shaking your head at him. but he only fired back with a very predictable “yea, for you.” and a loud laugh.

and even though chan is still equally as in love with you, he is also more responsible now and thinking about things that actually matter. so, when your body movement interrupts him from his thoughts, he looks over to you with a questioning expression. when he sees your form leaning on the doorframe, he smiles. you look so perfect standing there and he feels the need to tell you. he always does.

“you look beautiful.” he says, rolling over to his stomach and propping himself up on his elbows, one of his hands supporting his chin.

you snort in response and move closer to the bed, staring down at him. his hair is fluffy since he washed it tonight, the curls coming back to life. you reach down and ruffle it which he takes as an invitation to pull you down to the bed with him.

you’re wrapped up in his arms. one of his hands resting on your waist and the other sneaking down to your ass. the movement pauses when he reaches the hem of your underwear. or more specifically, his underwear. when he feels the thick band of fabric sitting on your skin, he pulls your shirt up and looks down.

“you’re wearing my underwear.” he states the obvious while his hand finally moves over the fabric that belongs to him (and also the skin that belongs to him). “yea, it’s more comfy to sleep in.” you respond, looking down as well. you’re not going to lie, the sight is nice. the black calvin klein boxers sitting on your hips nicely and chan’s pretty hand resting on your butt is something you’d want to take polaroids of and keep them hidden away in your room forever.

he groans and tugs your body closer to his, hiding his face in your neck and squeezing the soft flesh covered in his clothing. “you look so good in it.” he mumbles, and you can’t help but laugh at his frustration caused by a simple action.

it was quite a frequent occurrence, really. him getting so loved up and frustrated over stuff you do or over you as a person in general.

you remember the first time it happened. it was towards the very beginning of your relationship. he bought you a lot of new makeup products for no particular reason other than just to make you happy (and maybe he thought it was a very boyfriend thing to do). but there was one specific product that caught your attention. so, when chan came over to your house the day after giving you the products, you were wearing it. a dark red lipstick that smelled like roses. he noticed immediately.

“is that the lipstick i gave you?” he smiled, his hands going to rest on your hips, pulling you to him. “yea, it’s really pretty, right?” you smiled back, arms wrapping around his neck. but to your surprise, he shook his head no.

“it’s really hot.” he corrected with a smirk, leaning down to kiss you.

when he pulled back, his lips were a few shades darker and you swear you could’ve died right then and there. without thinking about it too much, you leaned close to him again and started kissing all over his face. you could hear his boyish giggles reverbating around the room. his hands squeezed your hips in an attempt to get you to stop.

when you led him to a mirror after that, he turned into a mush. you draped yourself over his shoulders and started peppering kisses down his neck now and the man just stood there not knowing where to look first.

should he admire how well the lipstick stains, the shape of your lips, really, looked on his face. or should he be staring at your face that was moving in the crook of his neck, marking him up some more. he couldn't handle it and his lipstick covered and frustration filled body turned around in your hold, going down to your neck (a very characteristic action for his love frustration surges).

and just like you did every time after that and like you’re doing right now, all you could do was laugh, hold him close and think about how incredibly lucky you were to have him as your person.

[miyaagis]

just discovered your gojo cheating fic and oh my god it's soooo good. the depravity of it all makes me scream from both excitement and anger (in a good way) hehehe

and it got me thinking a lot about gojo and his mistress more.... i wonder how their clans made this agreement.... i also badly imagine how their first time f*king was like.... did satoru get eaten by guilt as he was busy thrusting in his mistress? how did the mistress feel lying under him knowing he has a wife and a son? did gojo become a gentle lover as he was teaching and guiding his mistress through the ways of lovemaking during their first few times doing it? what was gojo thinking the first time he cums inside someone else who wasn't his wife? how did they overcome the guilt and learn to enjoy being together? after being with his mistress, how is gojo and his wife's sex life like?

so many questions left to our imaginations (you don't have to answer them btw, i just let my mind wander a little too much)... but this is all a sign that your writing is sooo good that it left readers so hungry for more that we could only turn to our own imaginations. thank you for writing this fic and i look forward to your future works!

first of all, thank u for sending in your thoughts. i love to read what u guys think, feel, experience (good or bad) while reading these silly fics of mine :)

and i WILL answer all of your questions bcuz they're soooo good hehe ♡

how did their clans make the arrangement?

it was pretty much imposed. however, satoru genuinely didn't see anything bad with it, so he agreed. all he had to do was get her pregnant, and the clan would gain significant political contacts.

their first time having sex together:

it wasn't as awkward as one might think because previous to that, they spent time getting to know each other. gojo thinks she's calmer than you, and she also shares many interests and hobbies with him since she was raised for this sort of duty.

it was pleasant for him. and for her, it was a normal occurrence. she didn't waste her time worrying over a family that isn't hers. it was a means to an end.

the only thing gojo felt guilty about was how he kept (unintentionally) comparing her with his wife: the feel of another woman's walls gripping him was mind-blowing, and to know that he could finish inside, that the purpose was to get her pregnant, it made his most primal instincts kick in.

and since it went better than expected, gojo started to deliberately spend more nights with her.

how's gojo and his wife's sex life like?

since their son was born, it became less frequent but still passionate. and after the mistress, his wife felt like proving she was better than her. it was as if her appetite grew, but in reality, she feared that he would find her less attractive, especially after the pregnancy. but she went back to normal after satoru accidentally let a few degrading words slip during a very intense session, making her realize she was the one acting like a mistress instead of the loving and dotting wife she actually was

i hope this answered some of your questions !

[gingerlee-holds]

Letting Off Steam

this is a bday fic for @littleleesblog!! my first steps into the hazbin writing community heehee! idk if people like this one, ill write sequels about him getting charlie (me), angel, idk we'll see

btw yada yada this is a tword fic- Ler!Alastor Lee!Lucifer

Word Count: Reading Time: Warnings: Idk, swearing? Alastor bein a lil shit? barely any editing?

If you prefer a quieter living space, perhaps the Hazbin Hotel isn’t for you. Loud arguments and the commonplace occurrence of walls being blown in could make for a very harsh experience on the ears - not to mention the frequent singing. There were, however, a few locations at the hotel where it’s quiet, such as Charlie’s room, the library, and, shocking nobody, Alastor’s radio station, located on the far northern side of the hotel on the very top floor. Whenever Alastor got the chance, he stayed in that room for as long as possible during the day - usually to avoid being roped into the shenanigans of the other hotel residents. 

On one particular day, however, it seemed like the radio demon couldn’t catch a damn break.

Charlie had called him to the lobby at 7 AM to settle a disagreement between Vaggie and Angel regarding “Breakfast Booze” at the bar. Then, not an hour later, Lucifer was badly practicing the accordion in the lounge. This was followed shortly after that by the TV demon, Vox, interrupting Cherri’s favorite show to deliver a laughably defamatory news segment on Alastor’s performance in his fight with Adam, accompanied by such phrases as ‘pussied out’ and ‘spineless.’ It should come as no surprise that he was already stressed when Charlie cheerfully gathered everybody in the lobby. His entire face hurt with the exertion required to keep a smile.

“Okay, everyone,” Charlie began. I was thinking, what better way to celebrate the grand opening of the newly refurbished hotel than by playing hide-and-seek?” She did a little twirl as she finished, trying vainly to excite her friends. 

Angel Dust raised his hand and, not waiting to be called on, asked, “How the hell does that follow?”

Undeterred, Charlie continued. “Hide and seek is a game that requires exploration! We put a lot of work into rebuilding this place, so we should try to enjoy it! Now, who would like to seek first…?”

A hunt. Oh, what luck that on such a poor day as that, Alastor could finally stretch his legs a little and do what he did best: scare the living daylights out of people! His smile widened, and his eyes squinted like a shark when blood was in the water. He stepped forward with perfect posture as always, resting his hand on his cane. “I would be delighted to!”

“No-” Both Lucifer and Husker had begun to protest, but Charlie clapped her hands with glee. Everyone knew she was just happy to have someone invested in her activities. 

“Perfect! Count to sixty, and then come look for us!”

“Oh, splendid.” The radio demon casually walked over to the wall, closing his eyes as if it mattered. Hands resting on his cane, he chuckled softly to himself. “One.” He heard silence behind him. “Two.” Again, he heard nobody move. 

‘They must not be taking this seriously,’ he thought. Gradually, the sound of radio static began to hum through the lobby as Alastor’s antlers grew larger. 

“Three.” Still nothing.

‘I won’t let them ruin this for me, not after today. Drastic measures, then,’ Alastor thought. He cleared his throat innocently. Then a deer call echoed around the room as he turned his head all the way around on his neck, eyes the shape of bright red dials and smile of sharp teeth impossibly wide.

“FOUR.” 

It had its intended effect. All of the hotel’s residents yelped various exclamations and expletives and took off in every direction, unsure if they were now hiding for their victory in the game or their lives. 

Alastor chuckled softly and turned back towards the wall, appearing normal again. He continued counting, interspacing the numbers with tunes he remembered from a past life, patting his cane to the rhythm. ‘I really should sing more often. It’s a shame I don’t often get the chance,’ he mumbled. Alastor knew he would find each hider eventually - after all, he had a lot of practice with hunting overlords - but Charlie had not mentioned a time limit, meaning he would take his sweet time to savor the silence and the hunt. When he finished counting, he decided to be a bit theatrical and sent a shockwave through the ground at the tap of his cane, instantly turning off every light in the hotel. He turned, smiled eagerly, and sank into the ground as a shadow, moving through the darkness like a cloud of smoke. ‘Now… who to look for first?’

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Lucifer Morningstar, king of hell, didn’t realize how fast he was flying until about a minute after Alastor’s little scare. It upset him a little to discover how easily startled he had been, especially since he had easily beaten Adam, who had easily beaten Alastor. He sighed in annoyance as the lights above him went out, and to keep from flying into a wall, he flew to a stop, landing gracefully on the ground. With a subtle flap, his wings glowed softly, surrounding his hallway with a gentle golden light. He walked forward, not looking for a hiding spot. He had a feeling that that didn’t matter.

He suddenly felt a chill on his back. Lucifer whirled around, staring closely into the dark hallway behind him. Sensing no movement, he huffed and walked backward a bit, turning back around only to walk into the chest of the radio demon, letting out an indignant squawk.

“Ah, your highness! It seems you were the first to be found! You’re not very good at this, you know~!” Alastor said in that smug tone. 

“Well, Mr. What’s-His-Name,” Lucifer replied as he wiped off the front of his suit before confidently resting both hands on his apple cane. “I’ll have you know I’m only doing this to make my daughter happy. I don’t fear you, busboy.”

Alastor’s eyes narrowed in determination. There was no way he was letting any of the other hotel residents come out on the other side of this activity willing to mess with him. That meant attitude-correcting. “You know I mean no disrespect, your highness!” he said, twirling his cane in one hand while adjusting his tie. “I simply had higher expectations of you!”

“As did I for you! I cannot believe my Charlie put her faith in you of all demons to keep her safe. You had one job, and you-” Lucifer stopped when Alastor sank into the shadows again, disappearing. “Typical.” The king began walking forward again, doing all that he could to give off the impression that he wasn’t scared, but all the effort in the universe couldn’t have held back the squeak that came to his lips when he felt a poke to his side. 

“Oh, my~! Someone’s a little on edge~!” came a delighted voice from the darkness. Lucifer growled in frustration and extended his wings to make the hallway as bright as daylight. Unfortunately, this is what Alastor intended, which Lucifer soon discovered when he felt claws scribbling in the pits of his wings, right on the sensitive area where they connected to his back. “Now, what an unfortunate weakness for royalty to possess~!”

Lucifer squealed, buckling over and landing on his knees on the floor. Alastor had suspected that the fallen angel was ticklish since Charlie was a walking tickle spot, but verifying it like this was nothing short of delicious for him. 

“Youhuhu- youhuhuhu lihihihittle-! Cuhuhut ihihit ouhuhut!” Lucifer’s strength had left him for some reason, and he found himself powerless to defend himself from the radio demon’s attack. Giggling like a child, he tried in vain to reach around behind him to swat away the attack, but this only opened him up more. Alastor’s claws zipped around and wriggled into his ribs, causing the king to let out an outrageously embarrassing squeal. He swung around to free himself, extending his wing to fling back the demon. It made no contact as he landed with a thump on his back, his hat tossed aside. 

“Ah, ah, ah~! I have to make sure you play the game better next time! After all, it’s only fair that there should be consequences for losing, especially being the first to lose!” From beneath him, hands grew from the floor to scribble into Lucifer’s wing pits again, making the fallen angel arch his back in surprise. 

“DahAhahahamn yoUhUhuhUuHU!” he laughed, kicking his feet a little. He reached back again to defend himself, only to be met by his apple cane, quickly used to pin his elbows to the floor with a yelp. 

“Fell for it again~! Tsk, tsk, your highness! We all must learn from our mistakes here at the Hazbin Hotel~!” Alastor suddenly materialized in front of him, leaning casually against his cane as he smugly observed the plight of the king of hell. 

“Yeah, well, you’re a-” Lucifer’s taunt was cut off by his shriek when shadowy hands grew from the ground to wriggle their fingers against his ribs. Alastor’s cooing was absolutely not helping, and it took everything in him not to whine when he felt the hands undo his coat and vest, leaving him in his plain undershirt. 

“There we are, now to teach you a lesson!” Alastor watched as his shadow hands continued their evil work, relishing every second of the king’s humiliation. He had ghostly digits wiggling against the ribs, scribbling in the wing pits, and he had just summoned two more hands to squeeze experimentally on the thighs, making Lucifer squeal like Angel’s pig. The fallen angel’s wings flapped on the floor, but his arms were pinned, keeping him firmly grounded. 

Alastor smirked and stepped forward, leaning down to wiggle a claw against the king’s belly. “You’re far too precious to act all tough, Your Highness! Don’t worry, I’ll let the others know about this discovery of mine~!” With that, he stood tall, straightened his suit, and turned to walk away, fading into the hallway’s darkness. 

“D-dohoHohn’t youhu fu-fuhuhuhCKING-!!” Lucifer couldn’t even get the words out as one final hand scribbled along his collarbone. He could do nothing but lie there on the hallway floor and laugh, hoping that Alastor would eventually have mercy. It might be a while before then since he was the first one found. Maybe he would have to put more effort into hiding next time… 

Read the next part here!

[bandgie]

Helloooo, do you think you could do smut of overprotective bf Seungmin who gets jealous over little things. Sorry if that doesn’t make much sense, sorry 😅. Love your work btw 💚

a/n: hi yes thank you! I can defo try, I've never written something like this!

warnings: MDNI 18+, PIV, creampie, no protection, edging (m!&f!), degrading (f!rec), that's pretty much it

1k words

Seungmin doesn't like to think he's possessive. No no, he's just worried. Worried about how your day's going, if people are being nice to you at your job, if you've eaten. He needs to know what you're doing. You're a huge part of his life, he can't go a day without asking how you are.

He loves showing people that you're his, and he's yours. PDA may not be frequent, but he gifted you a necklace with his first initial on it. Seungmin took a lot of time choosing it. He made sure it was dainty, nothing obnoxiously noticeable. He wants to make sure it's a style you can wear all day, every day. A reminder to you, and everyone else, that your heart and soul belong to another. 

So why do you let customers talk to you when they're obviously interested? Can't you just tell them that you're working? That you have coffee to make and desserts to bag? Seungmin can't erase the memory of how the persistent customer lingered near you. He hates it, he can feel his blood boiling and how his face has hardened. 

You're under him, hands gripping his shoulders as he ruthlessly fucks into you. You already told him that you were just doing your job, that you were talking. That's not enough for Seungmin, no. He needs to see that you mean it, to feel it. How desperately your pussy squeezes him like you never want him to pull out. The way you keep having to sob and beg him to slow down. His love is too much for you, but that doesn't mean he can't be cruel. 

Just when you're about to cum, he'll pull out. It leaves you whining, hands smacking his chest in frustration. "Please." You beg. "I already said I was sorry! Just let me cum."

Seungmin shakes his head. He slaps your pussy harshly as punishment. How dare you even think about finishing when you've been nothing but bad? You don't deserve to cum, not anytime soon at least.

He smacks your pussy again. Your hips lift off the bed and you cry out. You're shaking so much, legs trembling that Seungmin thinks you might cum from his abuse.

"Fucking whore," he mumbles. 

Then he's shoving his cock back inside, moving back to his hands can press the back of your thighs back. Your hands move to the mattress below you, nails digging into the sheet. All you do is watch as your boyfriend uses you as he pleases. His cock drags against your soft walls with precision, hitting the spot that makes your eyes welt with tears. 

This isn't a rare occurrence. Seungmin does get rather jealous over insignificant things. When you talk to one of his friends for too long, the time you forgot to put on the necklace he gave you after a shower. For him to fuck you though, like this, he must have been beyond pissed.

There was a time you were talking to Felix about his baking, asking for recipes. An innocent conversation that had Seungmin whispering lowly in your ear, "I'll make you suck me off in front of him."

So yes, it's safe to say Seungmin is a tad overprotective of you. Even if he's fucking you into the mattress like he hates you, he's absolutely infatuated with you.

His eyes never leave your body. Watching how your breasts bounce, how you squeeze your tits, how your eyes look up at his so lovingly, so aroused. Seungmin wants to savor every part of you, and he isn't willing to share any bit. 

Without meaning to, he starts fucking you how you like it. Rolling his hips into your pelvis to hit deep inside you. Your hips naturally follow his movements, raising them to feel how the tip of his cock nudges your cervix. 

You're smart enough to not announce how close you are. Instead, you leave your mouth open in a silent moan and look up at your lover with wide eyes. Seungmin knows that look, he's seen it hundreds of times. He really wants to make you suffer and force you to withhold your impending orgasm. 

By making you edge, however, he makes himself edge. He's already hit the breaking point many times, and he knows that this is the final straw for him. Seungmin reaches a hand down to play with your folds, feeling how your cunt immediately reacts and clenches down him. 

"Fuck," he groans. "Gonna make me cum in your stupid little pussy."

His words make your eyes roll back, a whine leaving your lips. "Please! Oh fuck please cum inside me Seung. I need it so bad, please please please." You're on the verge of tears. With how perfectly he's thrusting into you and how hard he's rubbing your clit, there's no way you can hold out any longer. 

Seungmin can't argue with your begging, you look rather cute doing so. His fingers rub around your bundle of nerves and then move up and down, the flawless way to make you come undone around him. It takes less than a minute to bring you over the edge. 

You spasm and cream around his cock, chills traveling throughout your body from its intensity. You don't bother trying to keep quiet during your orgasm as you pant and cry out his name. 

Your lover isn't too far behind you. Feeling your warm walls gush and convulse around him has his balls tightening. Seungmin shoves himself deep inside you just before he cums. It's nearly painful from how far he's forced his cock inside you. It makes you squirm and whine, but he steadies his hands behind your thighs to keep you in position.

His cum is so warm. You can feel it pumping inside of you and how his dick twitches. Seungmin can't help himself fuck but a few more times into your pussy, hearing you wail just to pull out completely. His eyes catch the dripping white release. It travels down your ass onto the sheets. He tsks.

"Come on babe. You should know to keep it inside."

It takes you a few seconds before you can answer as you catch your breath. "I'm sorry. I can't help it."

Your answer only makes him shake his head, a devious smile on his lips. "Then I guess we should keep going until you learn how to, no?"

[hoofpeet]

Is this a common occurrence btw. tit havers who also frequently run upstairs

[luvfy0dor]

Henlo! I saw that requests for Fyodor are open! And I was wondering if you could write something about Fyodor as a parent if you’re comfortable with that. For some reason I can’t find enough of those and I really wanna see how you’d do it!

(Not as the reader’s parent btw, maybe having a child/children with the reader. But I just wanna see how you think he’d behave in that situation and how you think it would all go down)

"Come on, papa!" Fyodor Dostoevsky x GN!Reader ｡˚♡₊

╰┈➤ Dad!Fyodor ༉‧₊˚✧

Description ; How Fyodor acts towards his child/children!

Warnings ; None

A/N; IVE BEEN LOWKEY WAITING FOR THIS REQUEST BRO IM SO EXCITED OVER THIS YOU DONT EVEN GET IT ALSO P/T STANDS FOR PARENTAL TITLE BC IDK WHAT YALL WANNA BE CALLED YKYK AND D/N IS DAUGHTERS NAME OBVI

Headcannons !! ༊*·˚

→ Dad!Fyodor who lets his kid/s play with his hair, too, messing it up and laughing at their fathers disheveled appearance.

→ Dad!Fyodor who quietly reads your kids bed time stories, letting them sit on his lap while he holds the book in front of them, pointing to the pictures with a smile.

→ Dad!Fyodor who picks out the most whack ass outfits for your kid, proudly displaying it out to you and frowning at your hesitant smile.

→ Dad!Fyodor who discouraged your children from cutting their hair and braids it or puts it up for them every morning before school.

→ Dad!Fyodor who (very frequently) helps your kid/s with their homework or projects for school, not quite giving them answers but shoving nudging them in the right direction.

→ Dad!Fyodor who teaches his kid(s) the basics of playing the cello, letting them get a feel for the strings. He would teach them how to hold the bow and would let them stand beside him and watch him play.

→ Dad!Fyodor who cooks recipes that he learned in Russia for you and your children, encouraging all of you to try foreign dishes. They give him a feeling of nostalgia and wanting to pass those special foods on to his kid(s).

→ Dad!Fyodor who absolutely tries passing on happy group counseling hour to his kid/s when they seem sad or upset.

Scenarios !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Your keys jingled in the keyhole of your front door as you pushed it open, revealing the living room that you had longed to sit down in all day. Work sucked, you weren't going to lie, but there was something that was allegedly important going on, so you had no choice but to attend.

Your husband volunteered to watch your daughter on her day off of school, which wasn't a totally uncommon occurrence due to Fyodors line of work. He didn't mind watching d/n, he likes it a lot, actually. Fyodor values the quality time he can spend with his kid just as much as the quality time he gets to spend with you.

The pitter patter of your daughters feet got louder the closer she got to the living room, rounding the corner and smiling. "P/t!"

"Hey, what'd I tell you about running?" You say with a quiet and amused giggle as she throws herself onto you, hugging your waist. You run your fingers over the pretty braids weaved into her hair with a smile. "Papa did your hair?" The little girl nods excitedly.

"Well, you look very, very pretty." Another set of footsteps can be heard, this time softer. Fyodor rounds the corner with a smile, pulling you into a hug.

"Mm, my dear." He says, resting his head on you shoulder for a moment before pulling away, starting back towards the kitchen. He waves at d/n to follow him. "Come on, sweetheart, come help me finish dinner." She excitedly runs after her father, earning a soft and faint giggle from him.

Upon following the two of them into the kitchen, you can smell the beef stroganoff cooking, watching your daughter step up onto the little stool she dragged in next to Fyodor. They stand at the counter, Fyodor making sure she's nowhere near anything dangerous or hot. He gently pushes over a measuring cup filled with beef broth.

"Alright, Malyshka. Just pour this into the pan, and be very careful, alright?" He says softly, his voice gentle as he measures out the whipping cream. The beef broth can be heard being poured into the pan from the spot you're standing in, smiling at your husband and daughter making dinner together. Within a couple of seconds, Fyodor is handing d/n measurements of other ingredients, such as Worcestershire sauce and dijon mustard. He lets her stir it all in, guiding her whenever he sees fit.

"Alright, we're all done. Here, why don't you go sit down, I'll bring you and P/t your dinners, yeah?" He smiles at the young girl, rubbing her back before patting it. She nods and skitters off to join you at the dinner table. She blabbers on to you about everything she did that day, even running off to bring proof of her activities.

She comes back out, proudly showing off a coloring page filled with scribbles in numerous different hues. One of them was only slightly better than the other, the lesser messy one was labeled with Fyodor's name in his sloppy handwriting to match the coloring. You grinned at both of them, taking the thin sheets of paper and studying them intently.

"Wow, they're both wonderful!" Your daughter wears a proud smile at the praise from you, excitedly placing her hands on her hips. "Are ya gonna hang them up on the fridge?" You nod and ruffle her hair a bit, just in time for Fyodor to bring the food in for all three of you. He sets the plates down on the table, listening to the conversation still taking place between you and your daughter.

"Ofcourse I will, I love them both very much." Your daughter smiles, blowing on the small piece of meat impaled by her fork. "Maybe me and papa can have a coloring contest, you can be the judge!" She says to you excitedly. Fyodor smiles. "How about another night, Malyshka? It's getting close to your bedtime." He says, continuing eating his food. "Aw, but papa-" she sadly whines, Fyodor shaking his head. "No 'but''s, d/n. We can tomorrow night though, I promise." Fyodor smiles at her while she extends her outstretched pinky to her dad.

"Pinky promise?" She quietly mumbles. He grins and interlocks his pinky with hers, reaching across the table to do so. "I promise. You know i never break my promises, Malyshka." She smiles and nods in agreement. "Yeah, right. Tomorrow night then!" She says with a grin.

"Tomorrow night. Alright, d/n, time to go get ready for bed. Go put on pajamas and we'll come say goodnight in five minutes." You say to the small girl with a smile. She nods in compliance and quickly walks back to her room to change into sleep clothing. You look over at Fyodor, who is already looking back at you with a loving gaze.

"Ah, I forgot to apologize for the late dinner earlier, dear. I was quite busy being dressed up in tiaras and what not." Your heart warms at the thought of your husband bonding with your daughter. "It's alright, don't worry about it." You gently caress his shoulders before taking all the plates away from the dining table, washing them in the kitchen and sticking them in the dishwasher. Placing your hands on your hips, you nod in approval of your quick work. Fyodor waits for you in the doorway, nodding in the direction of d/n's room with a gentle smile.

You both approach the room, knocking to make sure she was finished getting ready for bed before you both entered. You said goodnight to her and kissed her cheek while Fyodor said goodnight and kissed her forehead. Before Fyodor could stand straight up again, d/n giggled and whispered to him.

"I'm gonna beat you tomorrow, so prepare yourself, papa. It's gonna be the best coloring you've ever seen!" She proudly claims, clearly confident in her coloring skills. Fyodor chuckles. "I believe it whole heartedly. Get some sleep, or you may wake up without that skill." He says, making sure she's 100% tucked in. She nods in understanding and snuggles into her blanket.

"Goodnight, Malyshka." Fyodor whispers, gently pulling her door closed a bit, leaving a crack between the door and the frame.

A/N (#2); I'm super sorry if any mistakes were made, I didn't proofread because I'm suuuuper tired lol, but I just wanna put it out there that I am absolutely willing to do more dad!Fyodor. Dad!Fyodor and soft!Fyodor literally give me life u don't even get it (recipe I referenced was from Natasha Kitchen)

[lyssophobiaa]

Scrolling through your tumblr and saw that you’ve defended the homocide sys in the past, I thought you should see this and know they’re not a good person and haven’t changed one bit since your friends with them

https://www.tumblr.com/menacing-manicotti/765457317119524864

BTW: I AM Colby

As it stands, we’re not friends. I am sick to death of constant accusations, it has happened three times last month and this month alone, all three times I have had very clear context to what I was talking about.

Examples + more under the cut

(Ex: I was talking about Fortnite and how I couldn’t just pause mid Battle Royale, just light heartedly talking about how my friend wanted me to pause the game, I even sent a VIDEO of it. Cavalry accused me of talking about them, despite both me, Lucas and my sister all talking about Fortnite and losing our kill count because of the inability to pause online games, I was sending VIDEOS of me talking to my friend and telling her I couldn’t pause the game until the match was over and asking if she could just wait for me to finish or die before we went out anywhere.

Cavalry took this as me indirectly shit talking them and only backed off when someone else said “What does Fortnite have to do with you gang” (not exact words, I’m paraphrasing)

Ex 2: My sister and I were ranting about an ex friend IRL regarding the way she constantly carries on about her mother and how she’s generally just ungrateful to everyone, Cavalry once again accused us of talking about them, I offered to SHOW them the conversation we were talking about as I had screenshotted it since this friend was a notorious liar, they refused to see it and continued to accuse us of targeting them, despite me offering multiple times to show them the text messages we were ranting about.

After this, I blocked Cavalry, as these three situations are only from this year alone, they have done this SO many times over the years I’ve known them.

Eventually they apologised, I thanked them and unblocked them and that leads to—

Ex 3: This current situation, I said approximately two things regarding prosthetic arms, as my friend Kaiden, who HAS a prosthetic arm was talking about his and how it made some things awkward. I then went to sleep because it was almost 11 PM, at 12:31 AM Lucas replied to Ryder (Who has their own prosthetic also) and spoke about how his uncle had a prosthetic leg and how people could always tell and treated him differently because of it. Lucas is also a robotics engineer and frequently talks about this stuff anyway so it was nothing out of the ordinary.

My friends continued the conversation, when Kaiden woke up he related his own experience back to what Lucas shared about his uncle, screenshots of that were shared in the post you linked me. Keep in mind that by this point, I WAS STILL ASLEEP. It was 11 AM, I had said NOTHING on this topic besides “Most prosthetics are robotic” and then “They also have their own issues because of that”

However I woke up to Cavalry accusing me and my sister of targeting them, I told them I would screen record or even screen share all of my shit since they were so adamant I was talking bad about them behind their back (again despite having no part in this discussion) and I did, I screen recorded my disc DMs, Twitter DMs and TEXT messages to finally prove I have not once talked bad about them or shared their shit around to bad mouth because I’m sick of being accused of it, but by this point they’d blocked me and left the server.)

I have screenshots (and screen recordings) of the whole exchange starting YESTERDAY, showing that I sent two messages and then went to bed, yet my sister and I were still accused of talking shit about them. It seems like a minor occurrence but when it happens consistently over the years and you have to walk on eggshells regarding what you say when one certain friend is online, it builds up and becomes exhausting.

Each and every time I have been able to prove that I have not been nor have I spoken badly about them, however they couldn’t do the same as I’ve been shown multiple screenshots of them talking badly about me and I’m quite sick of it. I am tired of defending them and fixing their stupid online mistakes for them just to have them accuse me of shit that they’re doing over conversions I was not even INVOLVED in, they can fix this one on their own and as I said on disc, they are BLOCKED and will remain blocked until they can apologise and learn from their mistakes.

[orchiid-fields]

groans. hi rainy… um you know who this is hi 🐒 ( you can use my name i don’t mind btw i just wanna claim the lil monkey ahead of time ) umm ummm. hi .

idk thinking abt very new relationship feelings makes me ache a little, i was wondering maybeee i could request a lil ficlet of like (gender neutral) reader n funky kong on their like 2/3rd date and where the reader is incredibly worried about not being good enough for him (having such intense feelings for him is extremely scary for them) but they‘ve been friends forever and funky had eyes on them for such a long time (so yes he wants them bad.) and please no pressure tho i appreciate you even considering do this !!! tysm…..🥹🧡

*ೃ༄ [ notes: since you said your name was totally good and great, hi freddie!!! it's an honor to get to write for you and you being my first request!! i really hope this lives up to the prompt!! usually ficlets are a little hard (not that i mind you requesting one at all!! for you my brain kicked in 🙂‍↕️) because sometimes i can't plot well. but it worked in my favor this time!! i reaaaally hope you enjoy this because it was super super fun to write aaahhh!!! ]

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*ೃ༄ [ content notes: gn!reader; heavily implied kong!reader; bits and bops of insecurity; implied long history with funky kong, it can be read as childhood friends; very reassuring funky kong. good ol' comfort ficlet 😌🫶]

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it’s the third date. it’s official. well- it’s not official official, because they haven’t set anything in stone, but that’s what dates are for, right? seeing where the lake takes you? figuring out if the compatibility extends beyond the fondness. i mean, you two have been friends for so long, so the compatibility has to mean something, right?

this date was funky’s idea. the first was your own, the second was something you both could indulge in, and this one is something he thought up of. it was a small travel across the canopy, and with the blaring sun out, he preferred a shaded area. not that he minds the sun by any means, he’s as addicted to it as donkey’s as addicted to the recognition of the many other vast kongs. but he’s always very aware of your aversion to the sun. well, not aversion, but it does have quite the effect on your physical state.

that sun does get a little more than headache-y, if funky’s honest. even he has his own limits.

while traversing across the vines and branches of cannonball trees, he flashes you a grin. one of those playful ones. he was always significantly better at moving around— not that you weren’t, but as it still shows, he can move those hands and legs through each opening without struggle every single time. funky’s moving fast enough that you perch on a thicker branch momentarily to catch your breath. you can’t keep up as long as he can, and it was a frequent occurrence for you to need a minute. not to mention, he’s a much larger specie of kong moving fast— it gets significantly harder to keep up regardless how hard you try sometimes.

funky never misses this, of course. he climbs a little higher than the branch you’re resting on, and hangs upside down. funky’s head turns to you, a little concerned, despite the familiarity.

“you’re a little more out of breath than normal.” funky notes, not much playfulness in his tone. he’s lacking any of his teasing vibe— is it that noticeable? that you struggle behind him sometimes? ah, you love him so dearly, you’d hate to worry him. you can’t help the way your heart starts nearly palpitating as he raises his glasses, those kind eyes softening with a great amount of concern for you.

for you, you think. you internally cringe. how were you able to befriend funky so easily? you’re not even sure. he gets you, yet you still constantly wonder why he sticks around. no, you’re not ungrateful, but you certainly are…confused. or maybe it’s the doubt? sure, not every kong is perfect, but you seem to have much more struggling factors than anyone else you know. everyone else can function so well and easily and keep going, and sure, you can too, but why does it feel so drastically different?

for crying out loud, diddy’s a kid who can move much faster and similarly to funky’s own speed, why can’t you?

funky notices that look in your eyes. no, not even that— the knit of your eyebrows, your expression is equally unfocused and extremely pensive, your lips are pulled into a frown that speaks volumes. his face relaxes and he readjusts his position next to you, now perched right beside you.

“that look in your eyes— are you doubting yourself again?” funky asks. he’s curious, not judgemental. his tone is warm like the sun, not icy with scolding for your mindset.

still, you snap out of your daze and shift awkwardly on the branch below you, your long tail curled around it for security.

“i’m just…” you hesitate. voicing your feelings audibly is hard. writing them and crying is easy, because no one usually sees those tears and you can deliver the message. this, however, is a raw vulnerability. you have to talk to funky and try not to cry at the same time. it’s not like he berates you for crying, he never would nor has, but even still…that dread lingers.

“i worry. about this. us.” you finally manage. you brush a fallen leaf from the tufts on your shoulder. “i love you, i love you so much. i have for…a good amount of time. hah, you already know that, i already…spilled every bit of my adorations to you when- ah, nevermind, that’s not the point.”

funky scoots closer. “(y/n)—”

“and i just love you so much that i want to be perfect for you! and even though my heart and mind and soul probably know you love me for just being myself because you tell me it time and time again— i want to be…everything for you.” you rant, only to rub a hand over your face. then press your palms to your eyes. the sting with an emotion that makes your mind scream. “i just want to be good enough for you because you’re so, so lovely-”

funky tries again. “(y/n), hey, listen—”

“and i’m me, and i know you say you love me but i don’t want you to be with me out of obligation because we’ve known each other for so long! and i know i have qualities that other kongs find frustrating or unusual or-”

“(y/n)—” funky says a little more firmly. it still doesn’t reach that approaching tidal wave.

“and i fear that if i mess up even a little, you won’t want anything more to do with me because every expectation you have of me is just…ruined by one little mistake i probably would've known i could prevent and-” you choke out, your voice breaking. still, your worried rambles are interrupted.

“(y/n)!” funky exclaims, but it’s not a yell. it’s not a scolding. it’s not harsh. he’s grabbing your attention, and you focus on him. your eyes are wide, and your vision somewhat blurry. you feel two hands hold your face and his thumbs wipe away the tears that have gathered in your eyes. his expression is just so warm and tender, he’s not one bit exasperated by your worries.

“(y/n)...i understand. i know where you’re coming from.” despite the somewhat seriousness of the situation, he smiles, almost as if he were recalling a memory. “trust me, as long as i’ve had it bad for you, i completely understand. the doubt, the worries, that maybe just being me will make this a mess…”

funky pulls you into his arms, keeping a steady balance as he keeps you close. he moves one arm to further steady the position by holding onto a branch. “but y’know what?”

you sniffle and wipe your face. “mm?”

“you stuck by irregardless. and that reassured me you still liked me. you keep going on these dates with me, so at least your words still prove true— you still love me regardless of my presence, my “cute little quirks” as you say.” funky teases that last one. you can feel your face be solar beamed by the sun. not literally, it’s just that warm.

“you- how do you-”

“i heard it through the grapevine, (y/n).”

“candy…” you muse. you groan and bury your face into the fuzziness of funky’s bicep. he gives a loud, hearty laugh.

“but my words are serious, (y/n). i’ve been by your side for years, yeah?” funky affectionately strokes your cheek with his large thumb.

you nuzzle into his palm. “yeah.”

“so stop worrying about the things i already love about you. you’re not tainting my view of you by you being…you, i’ve already seen and loved it all. i will continue to love it all.” funky reassures.

you feel tears gather into your eyes. you lightly smack his chest as you try not to start bawling. funky lightly chuckles and rubs your back. his lips come to meet your forehead, lingering for a few seconds before he draws back.

“two things.” funky says lightly. “if you can’t keep up, you are more than welcome to latch onto my back.”

you sniffle and nod. “got it. thank you.”

he hums with a nod. then he tilts your head up. funky’s eyes are nothing but loving as he speaks again. “the other— how about we make it official? i want you. i want you bad, (y/n). and i know we agreed we would test the waters, but i already know i want this. that i want you. all of you. i don’t need dates that are like our times hanging out to know i want you to be my lover.”

your heart just about skips a beat at that. funky can’t be serious. yet...you don’t hesitate. you latch onto funky like a vice. you want this more than anything. your heart feels like it's going to beat out of your chest at this rate. “yes- yes, a million times, yes!”

[harley-the-pancake]

This is a frequent occurrence in my life btw

[kyouka-supremacy]

Do you have any chuuaku headcanons 👀

Young man, I always have chuuaku headcanons

After Dazai left, after Akutagawa and Chuuya got more occasions to work in tandem since Akutagawa rose rank, Akutagawa unconsciously picks up fighting with his hands in his pockets from Chuuya.

Some time before they started dating, Akutagawa started carrying a lighter in his pocket just to be prepared for the rare eventuality Chuuya asked him a light to smoke, because he strives for the casual intimacy of lightning Chuuya's cigarette. Which is ironic, considering that Chuuya will stop smoking around him as soon as they actually start dating.

Akutagawa gradually, inadvertently moving to Chuuya's apartment before either of them realizes. Differently to Akutagawa, who was used to being surrounded by his family of friends back in the slums and has besides lived with Gin since he can remember, Chuuya never got to experience his house being filled by someone else's presence. He'll find any excuse to invite Akutagawa over, and then will invite him anyway even after running out of excuses. Akutagawa is glad, since he doesn't fancy going out anyways, and Chuuya will smile fondly at all the little hints he finds scattered around the house of another person living there.

On a related note, every day before leaving the house for work in the morning Chuuya will turn back one last time to see Akutagawa's messy hair peeking from under the sheets, soundly sleeping, and he'll direct to him the most tender and affection filled look ever. He'll leave with his energies magically recharged.

The too frequent occurrence of Chuuya very drunkenly coming home to Akutagawa and looking at him like he was his whole world, not stopping sprouting how much he loves him and how he's the luckiest man on earth to be dating him to a very flustered Akutagawa. It's kinda cute.

First kiss in Chuuya's office!!!!!

The actual struggle was for Akutagawa to drop the honorifics when addressing Chuuya. It took years, even after he got comfortable and familiar with Chuuya's presence.

Akutagawa being sincerely baffled upon finding out other mafiosi do paperwork

Chuuya once took Akutagawa out flying– with no previous warning. The clouds suddenly covered the city so the view of Yokohama wasn't as beautiful as he had fantasized, but the feeling of Akutagawa desperately clinging to his arm holding on for dear life kinda made up for it.

Not big on pda, at work barely anyone knows they're dating. It's really more about shyly holding hands under the conference table and Akutagawa spending exactly more time than necessary in Chuuya's office.

Akutagawa takes dog naps in it btw. Chuuya ends up working overtime far too often and Akutagawa will just crunch up in a ball on his couch and wait for him to finish.

Chuuya always kisses Akutagawa's mouth shout whenever he senses he's having intrusive / self-deprecating thoughts. It works every time.

Ultimately, it's about being so different but meeting each other halfway, you know? Akutagawa disliking bars but still indulging Chuuya if he asks him to go out for a drink with him. The caffeine stacked in one of Chuuya's kitchen cabinets being slowly replaced by tea. It's not about instantly clicking and being fated to be perfect for each other, it's about the daily compromises people make when they get to work to build a relationship.

[straightlightyagami]

people sometimes talk about the low efficiency of punishment as a motivator but specifically in discussion of serious/violent crime i think they are vastly underestimating the set of individuals who would commit say murder, probably as just a one-off occurrence, (or other less serious crimes more frequently) in a theoretical world with no consequences, who do not do so presently because we do not live in such a world. I'm not sure how it could be measured considering for obvious reasons this would be a taboo thing to admit, so like doing a survey would not yield much information.

btw im not endorsing any message with this, just throwing things out there because i thought of this

[outlandish-dreamer]

hi friend! saw the ask game and that you liked renfield!!

could you do #1, #8, and #13 for him? it's so cool to have someone else agree that he's just a little guy!!!

Oh definitely!! This is so late I know lmao, but I still think about this to a concerning degree:

Number 1: how did they find out about age regression? 

I see him at first trying to figure it out himself as just this weird thing that happens since he's too embarrassed to think too much about it. Once it becomes a more frequent occurrence though, he decides to find a real answer other than "I'm crazy." He reads about what it actually is in a book somewhere. And given how long he's been alive, people wouldn't openly talk about it until much later; so he's kind of on his own with knowing how it affects him

Number 8: in what ways are they different when they're regressed?

He's definitely much more carefree and able to somewhat forget about what he's been through with Dracula. He's not so tense or on edge which sometimes works to his advantage, and other times freaks him out more. He's able to relax and just be a kid! He's too young to think about all those awful things. And this isn't that different from his usual self, but he's definitely more sensitive when regressed. Like he doesn't cry at everything, (which wouldn't be bad if he did), however, he's more willing to let it happen rather than bottle it up. He has trouble holding them back 💔

Number 13: what do they like to do when they're regressed? 

Very much a crafter, he's almost like a grandma 😭He learns how to knit or maybe even crochet, he bakes (I love that headcanon btw), draws, pretty much anything you can do with your hands. It makes him feel like he accomplished something. Other than that, he really enjoys having the freedom to go and be wherever. Whether that's camping out in the living room, laying in the grass, or hiding in the bathroom. He's kinda like a cat in that he's just amazed by how much space he has. There's so many places to check out, it's crazy!

Aaaaa this was so much fun! Thanks for asking! I'm so glad someone else likes this idea as much as I do :)

[kokofromwattpad]

THE TRAVELING DANCER

featuring: The remarried empress

Plot: The Eastern Empire was holding the biggest celebration of the year to commemorate the upcoming new year. With this, the emperor and empress decide to invite an old childhood friend of theirs, who had temporarily left the nobility to pursue their dream as a performer, who's dancing was said to bring good luck to any of those who had the privilege to witness it. How does their return affect their dear friends?

Cw: Rashta, ooc Navier and Sovieshu, fainting, crappy dance scene, gn!reader, they/them/their pronouns used

A/N: Hoofer and flanker are both synonyms for dancer btw

The skies felt even more big and blue than usual. Clouds moving so slow that the average person would not be able to notice unless they were to look up from what they were doing and strained their eyes enough. The young noble laid flat on their back, scarred and rough hands supporting their throbbing head. It felt as if the sky was trying to make their suffering worse by making itself bigger and bluer than usual to overstimulate the poor noble. Thoughts galore were rushing in their head. Red strings flying everywhere, connecting times and dates and occurrences that had recently happened.

Commoners in the nearby town were always talking about anything and everything they could get their grubby hands on. Rumors were always on the high in small villages such as the one the young noble was currently staying at.

The most recent rumors that were popping up involved the young nobles' childhood friends. The two were the emperor and empress of the nation that they were currently residing in. It was about the emperor bringing in a new misstress into the palace, who was, unfortunately, a commoner. She was caught in a bear trap and was nearly dead when their emperor friend had found her. He had then been enraptured by her beauty and naive nature and had made her his misstress.

The new years were coming around, and the Eastern empire's towns were buzzing with excitement and chatter. Banners were strung from house to house, and the doors of businesses were all labeled with special sales to try and grab as much cash before the new years actually happened.

The noble sighed as they looked back up at the sky. The clouds looked heavier, low to the ground, and much more grey than before. 'Shit. Its about to fuckin' rain' thought the noble.

A long strip of wagons were lined up, one after the other around the small hill that the noble was laying atop. It was their band of performers. People usually called it a circus, but ever since the young noble had joined, they had more revered as gods.

It was said, that if the young noble were to dance or perform at a ball or banquet, they could bestow luck and good fortune upon the hosts and guests of said event. It was all a mear misunderstanding of sort. You see, that legend had started when a royal couple from a far away land who were apparently having fertility issues, fell pregnant not even a week after the young noble performed their usual dance in front of them. Ever since then, requests for them to dance and perform at more and more events became frequent. Fortunately, the leader of the circus had said that the final decision on who and where the noble would perform at, would lie with them.

So, the young noble had decided to only perform for the people who they are most close to. That included emperor Sovieshu, empress Navier and the rest of the Trovi family, as the young noble used to be a humble attendante among the team of servants who had worked under and for Navier ever since she was a child. The young noble had been specifically trained to be friends with Navier as she did not have the time nor wish to spend any time at balls or banquets when she could rather be studying. So through the connection of the young nobles' mother, they were able to befriend both Navier and her fiancee Sovieshu.

"Hey charming! Get yer ass up right now before we leave you here!" threatened Mia, a trapeze artist and a colleague of the young noble. Mia had always had her striking red eyes out for the noble since the day they joined the circus. She was confused and most probably disgusted that a noble would want to ever want to get a job that only dirty orphans and the desperate would do.

"Yeah yeah.... I'm comin'..." yawned the noble as they scratched the back of their head while they steadily rose from their laying position and onto their weak feet. They wobbled for a bit, holding onto the tree they were laying under for dear life. Having finally gained their sense of balance again, they started sprinting down the small hill, but nearly crashed into one of the carriages from the amount of momentum they had acquired. They stretched their arms out and pushed hard against the door of the carriage, pushing themself back up straight. Almost immediately after the push, the ringmaster of the circus slammed the door open with a 'slam!'

"[Name]! Get your ass inside right now!" ordered the ringmaster. The noble leaped high into the air and tumbled into the carriage, almost flipping it onto it's side. Abruptly, someone grabbed the noble from the nape of their neck and hauled their body onto the seat next to them. The ringmaster's sister shoved the nobles head into the fabric of her dress with a short and snippy giggle. "Oh [Name], how you always make me smile from your adorable antics." she cooed while stroking the skin of their face with her claw like nails.

"Sister, I beg of you, stop ruining your soft hands with the filth of this fallen noble!" cried the ringmaster with a desperate expression painted on his face. At that moment, the noble remembered the little story they fed their boss in order to get this job. The young adult had crafted a complex lie to join the circus, which had been a dream of their's since they were extremely young. They lied that they were from a fallen noble family who went bankrupt after the death of their parents, leaving their bedridden, sickly brother as the head. All of it was, of course, false. Both of their parents were alive and they had no bedridden, sickly brother and they were not desperate for any job. But the ringmaster had chalked up their extremely impressive dancing skills to their past noble status. It was easy enough they supposed.

The carriage began moving, shaking their head from left to right and through their body up and down from how bumpy and rough the road was. The ringmaster's dearest sister turned her head happily in the direction of the dancer. "[Name], do you plan to dance at the new years ball?"

The noble turned their head sleaveily at the young woman. They cocked their head to the side in thought and made a loud humming sound, confirming the girl's question. "Oh that's incredible [Name]! I've only ever seen you dance once before and how I've longed to see it again.. You will take me as a date... right?" she squeeled out.

Before the noble could answer the ringmaster answered for them, saying in a high pitched sweet voice, "Of course they are going to take you. I mean, it only makes sense! This retched dancer does not deserve to perform without your eyes on them." The sister's eyes widened in happiness as she squeeled and wrapped her arm around the circumference of the dancer's arm.

The large marble pillars stood tall and proud to every visitor that walked past them. The sun shone and sparkled against the glass windows of the Eastern Empire's largest and most grandest guest house that the empire had ever and will ever see in its history. The ringmaster's sister hung off the dancer's arm as they led them through the expansive gardens of the castle. The young woman was smiling from ear-to-ear. She and her ringmaster brother had grown up surrounded by the circus, music and performers all their lives, so, safe to say, she had never seen a building as grand and beautiful as the honorary guest house. Luckily, due to the fact that the noble had grown up everywhere around the imperial castle, so they knew the layout, inside and out.

Once the two had entered the grand main hall, there was a corridor of maids and butlers lined up and waiting for the guests to come in. Almost all of them seemed to recognize the young noble immediately and smiled even wider than they had before. An older looking butler with salt-and-pepper hair came up to the dancer's side and said in a cheerily happy tone, "Oh my goodness! It's been such a long time since I've seen you! Goodness, come come before your feet start hurting my child!" And with that, the butler hustled the dancer and their escort down a long hallway where their rooms were supposed to be.

After a quick but messy catch-up session between the noble and the older butler. The ringmaster's sister would now and again huff in annoyance from the lack of the dancer's attention. Once the three of them made it to the wing where all the bedrooms were placed, the ringmaster's sister nearly cried in anger from the fact that the two of them would not be sleeping in the same bed. "Why would we sleep in separate beds when we came here together?!" She wailed on and on. The butler meerly huffed in annoyance as he shuffled the young noble into their own bedroom while the ringmaster's sister screamed her head off.

The dancer walked down the marble path with a sort of pep in their step, hands behind their back and turning their head back and forth, taking in everything that they saw so that they would not forget. It was early spring, so the flowers were in bloom, and the grass was never greener than ever.

"[Name] there you are." an elegant voice says in front of them.

The dancer's eyes widened in surprise.

Empress Navier Ellie Trovi stood in front of the dancer with a nearly affectionate look on her face. Her golden blonde hair was strung up behind her head in a graceful bun. The dress she wore looked to be made from such soft material that it looked almost like a cloud and so green that it brought the colour of her eyes out. Behind her were her trustful ladies-in-waiting, all wearing happy faces from the sight of their queen being happy.

The empress neared closer to [Name], her arms outstretched, gesturing the want for a hug. The dancer, so overcome with nostalgia, quite literally fell into her arms and nearly swung the empress around them as if she was but a mear doll to them. The empress giggled from her old friends enthusiasm. "Oh [Name]! It's so so nice to see you again after such a long time!" the empress exclaimed in such an excited voice that it lightened her ladies-in-waiting's chests. Their smiles were bright from the sight of their empress's happiness. Recently, the days were feeling longer and longer from the stress of the new years celebration and Sovieshu's new misstess being brought into the palace had just rubbed salt into the wound.

"Natty, are busy today? I was hoping to escape from my plus one for a while now." the dancer sighs. The empress smiles lightly from their words and shakes her head. "No, luckily for you, I was hoping to invite you to tea. Would that be alright?" The dancer nods in agreement, to which Navier grabs their hand and drags them to her secret place in the imperial gardens. Nostalgia wraps the duo wholeheartedly.

When the two of them were very young, the duo would visit Sovieshu at the imperial palace whenever they all had the day off. Sovieshu had ordered the gardeners to build a swing set covered in flora for the two of them to share. The dancer remembers fondly how Navier would sit them in her lap and would read anything and everything she could scavenge from her family's library. The dancer, in turn, would twist and turn gracefully to an imaginary song that the three of them had created through their childlike imagination.

Navier shifts and twists through bush after bush, the dancer following suite with the empress's ladies-in-waiting after them. The swing swings lightly back and forth from the soft, gentle breeze. Navier sat first on the swing and the dancer followed, squeezing next to the empress as best as they could. The empress giggles lightly at them as they push the two of them, making them swing back and forth. "Is it just as you remember, Natty?" the dancer questions. Navier agrees happily and smiles at her best friend.

The first night of the New years banquet had begun. The dancer was dressed up, ready for their performance, but was given permission to mingle with the other guests before they perform.

Groups of other nobles gathered in clumps all over the banquet hall. The dancer was surrounded by such a large amount of people, that it was nearly crushing their ribs.

The dancer was dressed elaborately in the usual clothes they wear when they perform in since the circus they were apart of did not gift the young noble a dance uniform. They wore a simple white poet blouse, loose black pants, knee-high black boots, and a one size too small belt that hugged their waist a bit too tight.

Abruptly, the voice of the announcer said in his usual bellowing voice, "Entering, the emperor and empress of the western empire!" Everyone's head turned towards the royal couple as their walked down the grand staircase hand-in-hand.

When they came to the base of the staircase, Sovieshu nearly galloped away from the empress and towards his misstress who was speaking to other nobles who were surrounding her. He smiled gently down to her as they began speaking to each other in lovely whispered voices.

Guilt clawed it's way into the dancer's heart as they saw the sad expression the empress wore as she watched her own husband speak sweetly to his misstress. The dancer gently pushed their way through the crowd which surrounded them.

"Natty!" they called out to her.

The empress's head shifted up to meet the eyes of her dancer friend. She then smiled the way a parent would smile towards their concerned children. The dancer took her hand and lead her away from prying eyes. "Since you won't be able to dance tonight because of Sovieshu, I'll just stay with you for the rest of the night." quietly explained the young noble as they gently squeezed the empress's hand. She nodded and sighed while closing her eyes.

A blonde tall man walked his way towards the dancer and the empress. The young noble bunped the empress with their hip, making her open her eyes only to see the man kneeled in front of her with a beautiful red rose in his hand.

The dancer giggled with their mouth covered at the sight of the empress's confused face. With flowery words, the prince asked the empress to dance with him with a soft smile spread on his face.

Navier looked at her dancer friend with a concerned look painted on her face. The flanker noticed and said, "It's alright Natty, I need to start my performance anyway." The empress sighed in relief as the prince lead her away to the edge of the ballroom, to wait for the dancer to conclude their dance.

The dancer gracefully stepped into the centre of the ballroom as all of the nobles and the royal couple stared with interest in their eyes.

When the music began, the dancer began nearly immediately, arms raised above their head as their body moved gently with the music. Their legs moved to the beat, made the dancer's body spin around in circles. When the music was nearly done, the dancer kneeled in the center of the ballroom, arm raised above their head pointing towards the crystal chandelier. The music stopped and the nobles and the royal couple clapped loudly as people started yelling in happiness, "Blessed! We've all been blessed!"

The dancer stood up, back on their feet as they were surrounded with both male and female admirers. They sung praises of all kinds in the noble's ear, which made the dancer smile in pride from the compliments.

Suddenly, the crowd separated into two groups as the emperor walked towards the dancer with Rashta clinging onto his forearm. "Hello there my old friend." he smiled gently at the young noble. "Hello black beauty. I see you brought in a new face, hmm?" they teased while looking at Rashta with an interested face. Soviehsu chuckled at their words as he encouraged Rashta to introduce herself.

Rashta got the message and clasped her hands in front of her chest and smiled wide as she introduced herself. "Hi! I am Rashta, you're very very pretty!"

The dancer looked stunded at Rashta as they looked suspiciously at the emperor. Sovishu leaned into the dancer's left ear and whispered, "I found her injuried in the forest while I was hunting. She's a commoner, so please just humor her."

The dancer sighed in annoyance and nodded. Gingerly, the young noble placed their right hand over their heart and nodded their head at Rashta while saying, "Good evening miss Rashta. I am the only child of Duke [Lastname]. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Rashta gasped in surprise as she said in a surprised voice, "I thought you were a commoner like me!" The young noble shook their head in agreement, explaining, "Yes, but I've been living like a commoner for the past five years. I've been traveling around with commoner performers and have only been receiving money through my dancing."

Rashta oo'd in awe towards the young noble's words. Her face was painted in glee and asks in her usual high-pitched, naive voice, "Will you dance at mine and the emperor's wedding?"

The dancer cocked their head to the side and answered in a gentle voice, "That depends if I am still in the empire when you and the emperor get married." Rashta nodded in acknowledgment as she smiled at Sovieshu.

The young noble became uncomfortable and excused themself from the couple and began walking away from the two. Abruptly, Soviehsu softly grabbed their hand and asked in a nearly desperate tone, "How long do you plan to stay in the empire. The empress and I are hoping to spend some more time with you beyond the banquet."

The dancer smiled and answered, "That really depends on what happens in the next few days. So try not to make top much trouble if you want me to stay, black beauty."

The emperor smiles and let their hand go for them to return to empress Navier's side.

"Natty! How was I?!" the dancer said in the most excited voice they ever had. Navier smiled at them and began singing praises for them while the dancer smiled in triumph. Prince Heinry soon joined Navier's side and joined in with her and worshiped the dancer just as much as Navier did.

"I think I'm just going to sit out for the rest of the night..." drawled out the young noble. "Really? I'm sure a lord or lady would love to have a chance to dance with you."

The dancer sighed and explained that they wanted to save their first dancer for their love. Navier grinned and nodded at her friend.

Heinry gently leads Navier by the hand to the centre of the ballroom and danced with her, nearly clinging onto her. The dancer smiled at them as they sipped on the champagne they randomly acquired a few minutes before.

The next song began and the four dancers that the young noble knew. Heinry's new dance partner was Rashta and Sovieshu's new dance partner was Navier. As the emperor and empress danced, the young noble noticed that the two were whispering about who knows what.

While the dancer looked down for only a few moments, Sovieshu yelled out, "Rashta?!"

The hoofer snapped up at the sound of his screaming voice. The emperor pulled a crying Rashta from the floor and embraced him tightly into his arms. It seemed that he was trying to comfort his weeping misstress.

Whispers shot left right and centre immediately, almost like a bullet. The majority of them were sympathetic for the empress, but there were a few stray voices expressing their distaste towards the empress as well.

Quickly, Navier grabbed the end of her dress and nearly sprinted out of the ballroom, with all eyes on her and her retracting figure.

"How immature..." sneered the dancer, thinking about how sensitive Rashta must be in order for her to cry just because the prince of the west did not want to dance with her.

The young noble placed their flute of champagne down on a random table and darted speedily out if the ballroom.

The hoofer had assumed that Navier would go back to her own bedroom, and luckily when they turned the corner, they saw prince Heinry leisurely chatting with the empress. Navier looked past the prince due to her spotting the huffing figure of her best friend. "[Name]..." she whispered sweetly.

Swift as a fox, the empress grabbed onto the dancer's wrist and pulled them into her private chambers.

Once the door was shut, Navier slid down the door, pulling her friend down with her, as tears ran down her soft, pale cheeks. Feebly, the dancer pulled the empress's head onto their shoulder for her to lean on. Navier accepted and nearly shoved her head into the dancer's collarbone. Her tears wet the young noble's shirt as they lazily ran circles into the woman's back, trying their best to comfort her.

Abruptly, there was a echoing tapping noise coming from the connected balcony. A large golden winged bird was aggressively flapping it's wings trying to get one of the two's attention. The hoofer looked up and languidly lifted the empress's head and stood up.

Navier looked up in confusion as the dancer opened her balcony doors and stuck their arm out.

The enormous gold bird climbed gingerly on the noble's arm, seeming making sure that it's talons did not pierce their flesh.

"Queen!" exclaimed the empress as she got up from whee she was sitting. The bird flew off the dancer's arm and was then embraced by Navier as she wept against it's fluffy front.

The day after the ballroom fiasco, the dancer got the word beating of a lifetime from the ringmaster's sister.

"How could you abandon me?! I'm your date! Your date for crying out loud!" screamed the girl in her highest and against tone she could muster out, trying to make herself seem more angry than she actually was.

The dancer nodded in agreement. They gently held the girl's hands in their own and looked straight in her eyes, "I am truly, truly sorry that I left you. But you are aware that the empress and I go way, way back. I felt compelled to follow her to comfort her, since obviously, nobody else was."

The ringmaster's sister's heart nearly jumped right out of her mouth from the honey laced words the hoofer was spouting. She nodded her head and said in a soft, quiet voice that she was sorry for getting it out of hand and screaming at them. The dancer merely rubbed the girl's hands and said that she had every right to be mad at her.

That night was a second ball, mainly meant for the nobility to catch up with each other and to make new business deals. Everyone was in their own little groups, minding their own business. The dancer, as usual, was by Navier's side, animatingly speaking about anything and everything that came to their mind, just as they did when the duo were still only knee high.

Rumors had recently spread earlier that afternoon about the western kingdom's prince Heinry sending secret letters to somebody in the castle. The dancer decided that they were a seeing is believing person for this matter and stayed as far away from the rumors as they possibly could.

Navier looked away from her friend and spotted one of Lady Rashta's ladies-in-waiting speaking with Prince Heinry with a nervous look across her face.

The dancer was able to catch the two of them were having. Stuff like:

"Why did you deceive me?"

"Didn't I tell you that I am looking for a precious friend?"

"Is it acceptable for a servant to deliberately fool royalty in the Eastern Empire?"

"I-I didn't mean-!"

Prince Heinry smiled mischievously while leering over the poor girl, whispering nearly threatening words into her ears.

Abruptly, Rashta walked up to the prince and claimed that she was his pen pal rather than her lady-in-waiting.

One of Navier's own ladies-in-waiting started cursing Rashta out, calling her a hussy. With that the dancer continued to indulge in their champagne for the rest of the night and decidedly ignored anybody else who came to talk to them.

On the final day of the banquet, only 20 guests were invited by both the empress and emperor. Unfortunately, the dancer was unable to acquire an invitation due to them not being active in high society for the past five years. But they were permitted to attend the separate banquet for all of those who did make it into the separate one.

The dancer was luckily left alone due to their tired looking facial expression.

As they sipped on what seemed to be their hundredth flute of champagne, feeling like they are going to most probably sport the worst hangover in history the next morning.

Rashta had spotted the lone noble look around, seemingly gazing at the beautiful architecture of the banquet hall. She smiled widely at the sight of a familiar face and nearly skipped towards them.

"Hello! Do you remember Rashta? We met two days ago!" She chirped loudly towards the hoofer.

They nodded and smiled as best they could without looking annoyed. "Yes, I remember you Miss. Rashta. How have you been doing recently?"

The young girl smiled and then began spouting off about how she got swept up in a fake reversed love triangle. Over the few minutes that she was speaking, a few other noble ladies gathered around them, singing praises left and right about Rashta. The dancer threw in a few of their own, which were apparently the only ones that she cared about she she only responded to the dancer's voice.

Almost in slow motion, Rashta dropped her sparkling drink to the floor, shards of glass spraying everywhere. She then fell to her knees and covered her mouth as if to hide her breathing. The hoofer kneeled next to her and got her to stand up, but she could only stay up with the young noble's assistance. Rashta was muttering on about something that the dancer could not hear.

Rashta smiled at the noble and asked in a soft, scared tone, "Please, could you escort me to my room?"

The dancer nodded and began leading the young girl away from the banquet hall as speedily as possible, when a voice behind the two called out for Rashta, making the two stop in their tracks. The girl kept her head forward, trying to hide her shaking as the hoofer turned their head to see who was calling for her.

It was a man seemingly in his mid to late fifties, slicked back hair with a goatee and a thin beard. He started spouting out about how Rashta used to work for him, how she was a slave for many years for his family and how lucky she must do be living in the Emperor's embrace, all in a thick mocking tone.

Sovieshu burst into the banquet hall with a furious look on his face. At this moment in time, Rashta had passed out and was being held up only by the dancer. As the emperor passed his friend, he whispered in their ear, "Please escort Rashta to her room, I'll come to talk to you later, alright?"

The dancer nodded and with the help of Rashta's ladies-in-waiting, they were able to safely escort her to her private chambers to rest.

The dancer decided to just go and wait in the Emperor's office until he finished handling the situation.

After nearly two hours of waiting, his office doors opened and in the doorway stood Sovieshu.

"I apologise that the second time we spoke in five years in concerning a dire matter." he drearily said in a soft monotone voice.

"It's alright, Sovieshu. We have many more years of friendship to come, don't worry." the dancer replied with a heartwarming smile. The emperor grinned at their words as he sat across from them and crossed his one leg over the other.

"If you could, please tell me the whole situation in detail."

And off the dancer went, explaining in vigorous detail everything that was said, everything that led up to the incident and everything after.

Sovieshu nodded his head at their words and told his adviser to write it all down before dismissing his friend for the night with a tight a warming hug. The dancer squeezed was as hard before letting go and leaving the emperor alone with his mind.

The time for the banquet to end has come, and the young noble's luggage had been safely packed away for the long trip to come. The emperor, empress, and Rashta were lined up by the carriage speaking to the people who were packing away the young noble and the ringmaster's sister's stuff.

Once everything was packed away, the dancer hugged all three of them close to their chest in goodbye.

Before they climbed into the carriage, they whispered in Navier's ear, "Keep that prince on a leash Natty, he may come in handy one day." To which the empress giggled and nodded at their words.

As the horses pulled the carriage away, the dancer screamed from their window

"Invite me back soon, okay!?"

posted on: 28/06/2024