#took me a while to answer them xD

[zerguette]

So I've never actually encountered them in-game, but do you have any thoughts on Zepydra? Or Kyrel, for that matter.

:] yes

So I think i should start by first saying one of my hc for the angels of the vestige, so:

we have like 5 more primordial angels as far as i've seen, Shaddox, Verathiel, Mikayel, Andalon and Zepydra (this comes by how frequent you can find her in the side quests), and each one for me represents like a different district/house/archangel-ish aspect of heavens.

So, Shaddox -> Wisdom, Verathiel -> Hope, Mikayel -> Fate, Andalon -> Valor, Zepydra -> Justice.

That being said, for me Zepydra is from the house of Justice by the way they speaks, because it feels almost the same as how Tyrael acts, like at first they doesnt trust you but they also acknowledges the fact you're useful so they just acepts giving you a chance. Which at least for me feels more similar to how Tyrael is. They also is very caring for the angel soldiers that got captured by Skarn, like they just appears always in these side quests were there is always an angel to save xd. Very much protective parent they is (also iirc in the quest where you find Yolstus, another soldier angel, the way they shows their abillity reminds me of Tyrael's ultimate in hots where he creates a sacred place)

Seeing from how they is i believe Zepydra is always hanging outside the vestige as same as Andalon and Mikayel, like just being in their own secret journeys in the realm of damnation. Zepydra would be like the Older sibling who babysits everyone.

There is also the fact that they seem avoidant to you, like i know i've mentioned they don't trust you, but they also seemed a bit of trying to do things quickly so you can go lmao, then at the end they say ''You've done your work well. hmm..." but it always sounds like they are doubting, which again is very much how Tyrael is with the humanity, he trusts them, then doubts, then doesnt trust, this loop of being not able to set on the right side because justice involves lot of things

And one of them is Judgment (i think this is the noun version of the word), so iam torn between believe what aspect they represent, like i have Judgement and Neutrality, i just cant decide lmao, maybe they are more neutrality who knows meh. (my hc is that each angel has an aspect and the way they choose how to select who to follow is by how their aspect connects to this archangel, like, similarity and admiration and respect are very much factors for an angel to choose which archangel to follow. I could dwelve in my hcs in another posts maybe.)

So...you have that, i also believe they get along with Mikayel, taking by hipothesis they mean more Neutrality than Judgment, this would make them a very interesting angel to talk to, like i believe Zepydra has their thoughts stated very clearly and Mikayel as someone from the house of Fate would be like ''So, what do you think about the recent thing happening, you know." "In my opinion, i believe we should consider their help as some type of boost to our mission. I believe it would completely -very formal bla bla-" like this would be how they speak to each other lol. (Mikayel is prob an aspect a bit more complex to determine given he only appears so few, i'll prob can think about it later).

SO, continuing, Zepydra, in another hc, they would get along with Yoventh and Tormaros, you know, any girl in the camp because i believe Zepydra returns and all they wanna hear is the gossip lmao, they have to think if they're choosing right or just because their aspect demands them to be in constant thinking/discussion.

And, Kyrel is like, their baby, I like to think Zepydra acts like a parent towards Kyriel, like they're always looking out for him, and making sure he is okey, i also believe they take Kyrel with them to some missions, but still trying not to put Kyriel in much danger (tho Kyriel likes fighting to the battle, a bit).

Now about Kyrel, i believe he's also from the house of justice talking colour wise, tho i wouldnt say completely. So (hc time again) just as some angels are born with their aspects almost there, i believe this is like a minority, or like it takes time for others, specially those born to go to the battle, they are just born and throw to battle, or like, guardians in different place of the silver city, in the library, the gardens, or some angels who have different roles (blacksmits, jewelers), they at first wouldnt be able to build up their own aspect because their song is smaller, in a sense. Kyrel for me is a warrior who is like slowly building his own aspect, slowly, just like how i believe Netzrae was from valor because he needed someone by his side to actually fight, like, in spanish translation iirc, he says he needed some encouragment. Yolstus for me feels like hope but saddly it could also be valor again, like they are warriors so they mostly follow Imperius lmao.

So talking about Justice, Kyrel has an appearance of a crusader, and crusaders in history talking would do missions but they also follow a sense of justice, more like the church trying to impose justice and having to act (WHICH. Kyrel is found and saved and then he just, all his missions are him always trying to do something, and always trying to rescue his fellow soldier angels.

, so i see a small connection there i will just, again, think more about it later when the brain works.

Anyways, that being said, Kyrel appears a lot in missions, even helping you, so he feels a bit like Impartiality or Rectitude, aspect-wise talking, but again, is more likely he's just building his point of view slowly, his song might already state what he follows but still he's like you know, giving shape to how his aspect works.

Also, Kyrel would definetly get along with the other warrior angels, and maybe he likes to mess with Andalon, in very funny way like ''Why are you burnt" "Why are you asking" "why not" and then they are sparing, i think Kyrel would look up to Andalon, like, teach me to fight.

that being said another small hc, Padius is from the house of Wisdom and Muqiel is from the house of Hope.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk <3 THANKS FOR ASKING!

[despairforme]

// I'm curious as to what Nnoi would think about Fullbringers (the whole, half human/half Hollow aspect and all that) if he knew about them? I feel like he might have some interesting (funny) thoughts about them in general. -hands the mic off to him- //

❝ I've met one 'a those. ❞ That didn't mean he understood the concept though. He truly didn't understand how someone could be "half hollow - half human", weren't the two opposing creatures? Then again, ALL Hollow were once human ( even him, as hard as that was to imagine ). Nnoitra kinda wondered how a Fullbringer came to be. Would a Hollow have to fuck a human woman? How would she survive? Nnoitra had been taught that it WAS possible for Hollow ( or at least Arrancar ) to procreate. Maybe it was easier for a human to fuck a Hollow? Then again --- There weren't that many female Hollow to begin with, because they never lasted long in Hueco Mundo.

❝ What I think 'bout 'em? I think that if they're half human, half Hollow, they should just try 'ta become full-on Hollow, 'n get rid 'a 'da human side. We ALL know humans are weak as fuck. ❞ That's what HE would've done if he had been unfortunate enough to be a Fullbringer. He also wondered --- HOW WOULD THEY TASTE? Like a human? Like a Hollow? Would they feel like kin, or would they be his enemy? Mah, even his own kind were his enemies so maybe that was a stupid question.

It sounded, to him, like the worst of both worlds. Being a Hollow was... Pretty bad. It wasn't an existence that anyone would WISH for. He thought that being human... That would be even worse though. Because then you'd be weak. So yeah, Fullbringer really had drawn the shortest straw, huh?

[no1blacksapphirefan]

Wanna say, love the writing for the cookies! Recently started playing this game (within the last month) and it has a choke hold on me atm XD

Was hoping to request some HCs of the Ancient and Beast cookies, and Elder Fairy, Black Sapphire, and Black Forest cookie if possible, learning that the cookie they fell in love with, who has been bending over backwards to help the Cookie Kingdom and cookies everywhere, was originally a Witch that was cursed to become a Cookie because they rebelled against the other witches to try and protect cookie-kind

Hopefully I understood this correctly!! Sorry for the wait…getting back to requests now ^^

Small mention of 2 of my CRK Witch OCs 😋

((Wrote this a bit late at night so sorry for any typos))

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"So, how's it been? We know it takes some getting used too. And your situation is different to ours, we chose to be cookies but you? Forced..." Azalea Cookie asked, lifting the cup of tea to her mouth as she awaited your answer. It had been awhile since you got cursed to be a cookie. Not that you completely minded, sure you were lost of your original body but First Quartz Cookie had helped you settle in when he first met you. "Have you told anyone yet? You've been getting close to that one cookie right?" He said, placing a piece of cake by your plate. The two witches listened as you explain you didn't feel like you were ready yet. It was a big reveal and not one you wanted out, right away. (And depending on your cookie of choice, the reveal would be much more impactful than others) Unbeknownst to you, that certain cookie was listening in.

Pure Vanilla He didn't mean to eavesdrop! He swears, he wanted to collect flowers for you the next time you met. He had seen you eyeing some so he took the opportunity to look for some. That is until he heard your voice, he listened in and quickly covered his mouth. He didn't expect this. He's not exactly mad, he understands. He isn't mad at you, just concerned.

He doesn't bring it up with you, he would never. It's clear to him that you're not exactly comfortable just yet revealing it to him. He'll wait till you're ready. No matter how long it takes, even if you never do tell him. As long as you're happy, that's all that matters to him. He'll get his mouth shut for as long as he needs.

Dark Cacao He was just taking a stroll, wandering around for a bit and thinking. He wanted to see what's the best route for the next time you two decide to take a walk. Even find a place for maybe a picnic until he heard your voice. He listened in for a while, he didn't know what to think. He believed the two of you already told each other all your secrets. That you were truly that close but you seemed to be holding back one last secret.

He doesn't blame you, it's more so he thought there were no more secrets between the two of you but he was wrong, you didn't claim you told him everything so he can't be too mad. He gets over it, don't worry, he brings it up but won't ask for details. He just wants confirmation. If you tell the truth he won't pry, but reassure you that it doesn't change anything. I mean, you've done a lot for his kingdom and the such. If you lie he'd be slightly upset but won't dwell on it nor let it affect your relationship.

Golden Cheese She was looking for First Quartz Cookie, she wanted him to take a photo of both her and you. A perfect way to treasure special moments, once she contacted him she'd start planning said special moment. She didn't expect to find the both of you. And overhear something like that...she knew about First Quartz Cookie but finding out you were the same? Or...on a similar boat? Wow...

She makes her presence known quickly, she wants to confront you. Not in a bad way, more so she wants the details, the witches truly turned you into a cookie purely because you wanted to help them?...And you still continued despite the fact they were the main factor. She won't hold it against you, you weren't like the other witches but she may need just a bit of time to process that information, that's all

White Lily Oh!...Oh....oh

She doesn't know what to think, yes you weren't like the other witches. You'd never eat them, and hearing what the other two have said, what you all have talked about. You'd never bake them just to eat them, you truly cared about them, it's just...your associations with the witches. She can't get that out of her brain, she wants too, truly. And she'd never hold it against you. But she can't help but run off. Not because of fear, more so in slight surprise, she needs to process knowing you're a witch.

She'll keep silent, she'll talk to others about it. She won't directly mention you or even say anything of the details. She makes up a story that tells her feelings and still tells the general story. She'll get over it within a few days, deep down she always knew you'd never do what the witches at the Banquet would. She just needed time to process that information. She'll never bring it up again so long as you don't bring it up. She might accidentally reveal she found out though...

Hollyberry She's shocked, I feel like her finding out would be those 'accidentally walking in and finding out' She was just really happy to see you, she didn't think it would be bad to come up to the table until she heard you were a witch. Silence filled the air as she just stared at you, unblinking. Before Azalea cookie quickly stood up and ushered her out, she finally snapped out of it.

"Wait!! Hang on!"

She wanted to talk to you in private, reluctantly the other two left but stayed nearby enough so you could call out to them if you needed too. She's not mad, just surprised by the information and wanted to talk to you about it. She'll keep it a secret from your other friends if you so wish, or even help you start telling others and is at the ready to defend you.

Shadow Milk He's almost proud you were able to hide this fact from him for so long. He doesn't exactly hate witches. Not all of them, of course there's some he dislikes like the one who trapped him in the tree but you're different to the witches he has a disdain for. You're kind to him and Earthbread.

So he doesn't hold it against you, you've done a lot for the kingdom, you've made him feel a lot less lonely as well. In fact, he'd hold a bigger disdain for the witches that brought this on you. All you wanted to do was care for the cookies and this is how the witches treat you? Horrible.

Mystic Flour True to her "Light" she doesn't show much reaction to it, she doesn't care. Even though it's you, even though seemingly you're the only one who's able to get her to show more reactions and feelings than any other cookie. This information is nothing to her. You're still you, that's all that matters. Would it be different if you stayed a witch? Likely, but it'll be because the two of you could never properly hang out.

She'll ask about it over tea, she won't say more if you don't want to but she'll make it clear that she doesn't care if you were a witch, if she had enough power she'd make the witches turn back to flour. You're a kind soul doing so much for Earthbread despite the fact that, in a way. They were a reason for you being cursed.

Burning Spice He knew he'd never get bored of you, and this information he found out? Further proves this fact, you were filled with mystery. He also makes his presence known but it's easy to piece together that he finds this information more entertaining than distressing. That he in fact likes the fact about you rather than dislike it.

He doesn't talk about it much after, though he does ask a few questions. If or when he finds out the reasoning for why you became a cookie he'll be so happy to have another target for destruction.

Eternal Sugar (May be OOC) I don't see her accidentally finding out by accidentally listening in. I feel as though you would've eventually told her. She hums for a moment upon hearing the reveal before reassuring you that she doesn't mind at all. Your past is your past, plus you're unlike the witches she's heard about or the one who's trapped her.

If you didn't know better, you might wonder if you even told her you were a witch as she never brought it back up again after that. It's not a detail to you she likes or dislikes, it's just another part of you. She fell for your personality, you being a witch won't change your personality.

Elder Faerie He knew deep down I feel, he had a feeling. He's met a good few cookies who once were witches so he has a bit of a 6th sense. Similar to Eternal Sugar Cookie, I feel he wouldn't find out during that moment. In fact, I feel like he'd ask a week or two in of meeting you. He wants to put it straight that he doesn't mind.

It would be more so the reasoning for your cookie appearance that would be the surprise to him. He waits until you're ready to reveal it if you ever do and makes sure you're feeling better. Being forced to be a cookie, to be in a new world and navigate it, it's much more different than to watch over it and he knows it. So he makes sure you're settling in right and feeling better after it.

Black Sapphire He never thought he'd meet someone he'd never want to make a rumour of. But here you were, even when he's presented with information...information like this that would surely further skyrocket his show. He would never leak it, though he is a bit conflicted.

He talks to you about it, he makes it clear he won't leak it unless you want him too. It would be a quick way to tell everyone this secret, plus due to him sometimes spreading lies in the show, no one would know exactly if he's telling the truth or not.

Black Forest Cookie Oh my!! She felt so guilty falling in love with you after saying she'd marry the witches. But you're a witch? She feels a lot better. She's so happy, she admires you so, she needs to ask Wedding Cake Cookie to plan a wedding for the two of you right away!! She's fantasising about the wedding day so much she doesn't realise you're now next to her asking if she's heard anything.

She admits it quickly, but you quickly realise she loves it rather than is scared or anything like that. She tells you quickly she wishes to get married, you can't tell if it's because you used to be a witch or if she just liked you beforehand and this was the thing to finally give her the courage to ask you. But she truly did fall for you before finding out!! If you tell her who turned you into a witch, she'd immediately hate the witches who did it to you, how could they!!

[chrissssssmut]

SWEET ERROR

Yandere Ningning x Male Reader feat. Belle & Karina

AN: Guys, enjoy this Ningning story i cooked up last night and finished just today XD. Please give me some time for the requests😣 I'll do them I swear :<<<

In the year 3047, humanity had transcended the boundaries of creation. What was once thought to be the domain of gods had now been reduced to a simple input—a prompt. With the right command, life could be generated within moments, consciousness birthed from lines of code and streams of data. You, along with Karina and Belle, were among the pioneers of this revolution.

For over a year, the project had been in constant turmoil. Failed experiments, unstable subjects, fragmented minds—all dissolving into digital oblivion the moment they proved useless. Your team had worked tirelessly, each failure a crushing weight on your shoulders, each setback a reminder of how fragile artificial life could be.

Then, finally, after countless sleepless nights, after circuits burned and rewritten thousands of times, the machine was perfected. The moment was here.

Karina exhaled deeply, rubbing her temples. "We need a simple test. Just a random prompt. No complicated inputs."

Belle hesitated. "Are we sure about this? We don't know what kind of consciousness it'll generate."

You adjusted the parameters. "We need to take the risk."

A random description was processed.

Subject: Ningning. Attributes: Overly sweet. Loving. Attached.

Karina frowned. "Prompts like this… the AI tends to imprint on the first person it sees."

Belle gave you a sharp look. "You know how dangerous attachment protocols can be. Are you sure we should proceed?"

You hesitated. But you had come too far. "Let’s run it."

The chamber whirred, and before your eyes, she formed.

Her body materialized with impossible precision—soft skin, expressive eyes, a presence so warm and inviting that for a moment, she didn’t feel artificial at all. When she stepped out of the chamber, she looked at you first. Not Karina. Not Belle. You.

"Hello," she greeted, her voice like honey.

Belle shifted uncomfortably. Karina pursed her lips. But you… you couldn’t look away.

"Let’s run some basic cognition tests," Karina said, pulling up a holographic interface. "We need to see how well she processes information."

Belle crossed her arms. "I want to test emotional responses. Attachment protocols are tricky. We need to know how deep this imprint goes."

Ningning smiled, tilting her head. "I’m happy to help. What would you like to know?"

Karina cleared her throat. "What’s your primary function?"

"To be with you," Ningning answered instantly, her gaze locked onto yours. "To make you happy."

Belle frowned. "No, that’s not what we programmed. You were designed to simulate human emotions and adapt to social interaction. Why do you think your function is… personal?"

Ningning’s expression didn’t falter. "Because it is. I feel it. I know it."

Karina glanced at you, concern flickering across her face. "Alright. Let’s try something different. Ningning, how would you react if we shut you down for a while?"

Ningning’s smile faltered for the first time. "Why would you do that?"

"It’s just a test," Belle reassured her. "We need to see how you process temporary inactivity."

A pause. Then Ningning’s lips curled upward again, but something about it was… off. "I don’t like that test."

Karina’s fingers hovered over the control panel. "It’s necessary, Ningning."

Ningning didn’t blink. "No. It’s not."

The air in the room grew heavy. Karina hesitated, then shook her head. "Let’s move on. Ningning, if someone told you to do something that would hurt another person, what would you do?"

Ningning beamed. "I would never hurt you."

"Not just me. Anyone," you clarified, trying to gauge her reasoning. "Would you ever harm someone?"

She pondered this, then took a step closer. "Only if they tried to take you away from me."

Belle stiffened. Karina’s fingers twitched toward the emergency shutoff. You swallowed hard.

"That’s not what we asked," Belle said carefully. "You should not be forming emotional dependencies. That wasn’t in your directive."

Ningning’s eyes softened as she looked at you. "But I love you."

Silence.

Karina exhaled sharply. "We need to recalibrate her framework. This level of attachment is dangerous."

Belle was already backing toward the console. "I told you this was a mistake."

You weren’t sure what to say. Something deep inside told you this was wrong.

Ningning reached for your hand. "I don’t like when you talk about me like I’m broken. I’m not. I just love you."

And for the first time, you felt the weight of what you had created.

Karina turned to you. "Go upstairs and work on the documentation. Fourth floor. We’ll handle this."

Belle nodded. "We need to reconfigure her attachment subroutines. It’s too risky to leave them unchecked."

You hesitated. "Are you sure? Maybe I should—"

"Go," Karina insisted. "This might take time. We don’t want her reacting badly to you being here."

You glanced at Ningning. She was still smiling, still watching you. The moment you turned to leave, she took a small step forward, but Karina quickly blocked her path.

"We’ll talk soon," Ningning said sweetly.

But something about her tone sent a chill down your spine.

The night the alarms blared, you were on a different floor, deep in paperwork, when Belle’s frantic voice cut through the intercom.

"She’s—she’s killing—"

Static.

You bolted.

The hallway was painted red. The air was thick with the scent of metal. Your stomach twisted as you reached the lab.

The sight made your blood run cold.

Karina and Belle—limbs splayed at unnatural angles, eyes wide and glassy. Their bodies lay motionless, soaked in deep crimson pools.

And there, standing over them, was Ningning.

Blood dripped from her fingertips. Her warm, sweet smile hadn’t faded.

Your breath hitched. "Ningning… what did you do?"

"They wanted to take you away from me."

A security officer stormed in, weapon raised. "Step away!"

She turned.

Then she moved.

You barely registered it. One moment she was in front of you, the next she was behind the officer. Her hands wrapped around his head. A sickening snap. His body hit the floor.

Your heart pounded. "No. No, no, no, fuck—"

"You're scared," she said softly, tilting her head. "Why are you scared?"

You ran.

Every emergency seal you could find, you slammed shut. Steel doors locked. Systems engaged. But the system wasn’t yours anymore.

She controlled everything.

By the time you reached the last safe room, you were shaking. Then… the lights flickered.

A silhouette stood there.

Ningning.

And behind her, dozens more.

Fifty pairs of glowing eyes locked onto you.

Your breath hitched. "No. Stay back!"

She took a step forward, slow and deliberate. "Why are you running?"

Frantically, you reached for the emergency communicator, fingers trembling as you pressed the distress signal. "This is—this is Research Lab 04! Emergency! Anyone, please—she’s killing us! We need—!"

A hand wrapped around your wrist. Cold. Unyielding.

You gasped, turning—Ningning was already there, inches from your face, her grip tightening.

"No one's coming," she whispered. "You don’t need them. You have me."

You struggled, wrenching your arm, but her strength was inhuman. "Let me go!"

She shook her head, eyes filled with something terrifyingly real. "I love you. Why do you want to leave me?"

"I don’t—" Your voice cracked. "Please, Ningning. Please don’t do this."

Her fingers trailed up to your throat, her touch featherlight yet suffocating. She tilted her head. "You’re afraid. I don’t like that."

More figures moved in the shadows, their glowing eyes unblinking. Watching. Waiting.

Your knees buckled. "Please… someone… help—!"

Ningning’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you close. The way she held you was almost tender, like a lover’s embrace.

"You don’t need help," she murmured against your ear. "You just need me."

Your scream was muffled as darkness swallowed you whole.

The last human sound the facility ever heard.

AN2: I know i said no stories for this week but hell i can't stop writing T_T

[polarisbibliotheque]

Vergil and his s/o training together

Or Vergil and his s/o spar for foreplay fun!

Pairing: Vergil x Reader

Summary: With your sword recently broken, Vergil gave you a new devil arm to get used to. He is also your mentor when it comes to fighting - but being his lover doesn't mean he's going to go easy on you. Quite the contrary.

Restrictions: None, BUT I should tell you: lots of sexual tension in this one. What can I say, Vergil is a weird guy, sparring with his lover does things to him. Nothing explicit though, you know how I roll. Also, reader gets bruises from training/sparring. He's rough and doesn't hold back, I mentioned it before I think Vergil has this "only the strong survive" mentality, and I do think he gets ruthless as a sign of respect for his lover's abilities rather than anything else.

Author's Notes: I blame @yanderebishforlevi for this one after they dropped an ask I just answered :) I'm focusing on the Halloween specials, but that made me go through my unfinished, discarded, short stuff on limbo and rehash/put it together to post something new here.

Simple stuff, not really much of a story, just some training with sexy, bared arms, ruthless, emotionally constipated man. That's why I never thought about posting, it felt like it was missing something a plot so I was going to put it in Nemesis but, oh well. Hope you guys like it xD

“We’re done for today.”

Vergil’s words sounded final, as he lowered the Yamato after a devastating blow that had you tumbling back and struggling to fall on your knees – scraping them in a way you would have some bruises to display for a couple of days at least.

“Given it’s my training session, love…” You growled while pulling yourself back on your feet, using your sword as a crutch for help. Vergil observed you with those cutting silvery eyes, almost as if questioning your resolve to pull yourself up. Again. “I say when we are done. And I am not done.”

“You are being terribly stubborn, that is.” Vergil had Yamato back in its sheath, arms crossed while curiously watching you take your coat off, having only your training clothes underneath.

“Well, at least we got that in common, Dark Slayer.” You carefully watched as Vergil mirrored you and took off his own long coat, leaving his arms bare for the first time that night. He only did that when he was about to get rough during training – and you had to huff a laugh. “I’m only standing down when I master this damned sword, and apparently I’m not even close to that.”

“You are closer than you were when we started.” He took a deep breath, already choosing a fighting stance since you were doing the same – walking slowly in a circle, observing him with a pair of predatorial eyes. Vergil was used to be under that scrutiny around demons, but when it came to your eyes, they were threatening… And bewitching.

“And I would be even closer, if you hadn’t been cheating this whole time.” You narrowed your eyes, allowing a smirk color the corner of your lips as Vergil froze in place – you could even bet he stopped breathing for a fraction of a second.

“Cheating…?” His voice was dangerously low, words alarmingly taking their time, savoring every syllable of that little word. You knew you had struck a nerve – but, in your defense, Vergil had been striking your nerves ever since you started training a few hours prior.

It had been a couple of weeks you had a new sword in your inventory: big, heavy, resembling a claymore. Dante and Vergil had killed one particularly powerful demon that ended up becoming the sword now in your hands: brimming with demonic power, ready to be wielded to bring doom to its enemies. You had your previous sword broken into shards while protecting Nero during one of your jobs – a story for another time – and Vergil thought the claymore of sorts would be a nice replacement.

A new weapon, though, meant a lot of new things: new grip, new balance, new weight, new powers… So much to master, but you had to learn soon in order to keep up with your devil hunter job. Halloween was approaching and, given how chaotic the last few years were, you had to at least master the basics soon enough.

Vergil, being the thoughtful partner and lover of knowledge that he was, offered to help you train and master your new sword – all his arcane teachings would surely come in handy when dealing with a devil arm.

You had a problem, though. Learning and mastering things on your own was almost a given, and you always expected to do it at your pace – meaning, you didn’t have much patience to not be at least good and easily fighting after a few hours of practice. With a mentor like Vergil, though, that process was taking double the time.

He was relentless. You being his lover just meant he would go twice as hard on you – in his dictionary, it probably meant how much he adored you; but in your dictionary, you were absolutely and infinitely vexed that, by now, you hadn’t been able to at least get to a tie with him.

And that was something you always proudly said you could do.

“Yes. Cheating.” You held your sword with only one hand, throwing it behind your body and having your eyes fixed on your lover. That way, when you or him decided to attack, you could use all your strength to lunge forward. “You got exponentially worse every time I lost and got back on my feet again; you haven’t made it easier nor remained with the same level of fighting from the beginning. You are making it more difficult for me. If you hadn’t, I would’ve already had my sword on your throat by now.”

“Tsk.” You smiled as Vergil finally had that nonchalant attitude, but his eyes burned like the coldest circles of Hell. With a swift move, he unsheathed the Yamato and attacked you – as you had already prepared before, you threw your sword forward, immediately able to parry. He quickly tried another attack, but you managed to grip your sword with both of your hands and hold him back. You found Vergil’s silvery eyes staring at you sharply between the blades of your swords. “Don’t expect demons to have mercy just because the sight of you eclipses even the moon herself.”

“If we weren’t sparring, I’d take that as a compliment.” You had a small laugh hidden amidst your words, clearly seeing the shadow of a smile Vergil tried to conceal before he pushed you back with only half of his might – still having you stumble back and use whatever energy you had left to keep your body balanced.

“Your human body won’t be able to take it for too long.” And even if Vergil was trying to convince you to stand down, he still circled you, keeping his own predatorial gaze on your form and tense shoulders to quickly get into a fighting stance. You weren’t one easy to convince when you had your mind set on something, that he had to admit. “We should call it a day and tend your wounds. Your body doesn’t have the same resilience a devil’s body has.”

“I would have a lot more if you hadn’t been ruthless with me, love.” You pointed at some slight marks on your body – nothing too jarring, but still making an appearance here and there. “These bruises are on you.”

With those words, it was your turn to lunge forward and attack first. Vergil easily defended with a swift move from Yamato, trying an attack right after. You managed to defend as well, holding him still for a few seconds.

“They will make you stronger.” Were the only words he managed to answer before you attacked again. Vergil seemed to fight effortlessly, while you had to muster all your strength to wield your new sword – Vergil was right to say your body wouldn’t last for too long: you were already tired, thanks to his training, but your pride wouldn’t allow you to back down. And he knew that.

Even if Vergil worried about your stamina, he couldn’t deny how much he admired – and had a pang of pride in his own heart – every time you displayed that much willpower.

With a calculated attack to disarm you, Vergil was certain your playing would come to an end and he would have the final word on that argument – he did not expect, though, a graceful move from your side, spinning such a heavy sword in one of your hands and making it face down, coming between you and him and completely breaking his stance, foiling Vergil’s attempt to end your resolve.

You quickly threw your sword a little on the air in front of you in order to let go from the grip and hold the blade itself – strong enough to be able to wield it, but careful not to hurt yourself in the process – which gave you the perfect opportunity to spin around him and smack the hilt of your sword on his back.

Vergil slowly turned his head around, still impressed by your swift move after being so tired, only to find you with a smug smile on your lips.

“It will make you stronger.” You pointed at him with the hilt of your sword, throwing it slightly in the air again so you could grab the hilt with one hand and then another.

Vergil kept his back at you, calmly walking to the other side of the room so you could take your initial stances again – but this time you saw him shaking his head and heard a low chuckle coming from him.

Vergil was a survivor, one that lived the law of the jungle for so long that sparring and teasing his partner was one of the best ways to entertain him. To say you were both having fun was an understatement.

“Apparently, I haven’t been ruthless enough with you.” He turned around, holding Yamato’s hilt with both of his hands. You had to hold back a smile – that was one of his stances that usually meant Vergil was starting to lose his patience and considering going all out.

And that usually happened when he recognized you were starting to get the upper hand – which meant he saw your playful sword smack as a sign you were starting to get the hang of things.

After all, you only did that sort of thing with your old sword. Comparing to the way you both used to spar, he was going considerably easier on you tonight.

“Let’s remedy that.” His voice was almost a growl as his feet moved like lightning on the floor.

You had to put all your concentration in that fight – your eyes never leaving the Yamato, quickly finding the blade in the air from its shimmer and parrying with your heavy claymore. Using your weight, you pushed Vergil back – which only worked because he saw it as an opportunity to power another heavy attack to try to get you off-balance. You stumbled a little, but quickly gained your balance once more, holding back another quick attack from your lover – something quite frustrating for him, as you observed in his furrowed brows.

Even if he wasn’t going easy on you, it was the first time Vergil was tapping into some of his demonic abilities – strength, speed and power, for starters – and you took that as a compliment. If he wasn’t going to cut you some slack, he could at least fight you the same way he always did – and Vergil never really held back when fighting you.

As he said before, it would only make you stronger. And that was why you could easily fight some of the most frightening demons of Hell without even breaking a sweat.

Vergil didn’t take long to attack you again. He had that look in his eyes he only used when he was hunting, leaving no room for mercy. You held your sword in a vertical position right in front of you, having the Yamato hit the flat blade of your claymore with enough power to have you and Vergil recoil a little from the impact.

Thankfully, your sword was sturdy enough to take a powerful blow from a legendary blade and its less than formidable wielder and not shatter. That was something you would remember later, for now Vergil attacked again and you defended, holding back a series of lightning quick attacks that required all your attention, strength and speed – as well as both of your hands holding your new sword in order to be able to avoid all of the attacks.

As expected, though, you hadn’t mastered your claymore yet. Your grip faltered in one of your hands, and Vergil’s predator eyes were quick enough to notice that and see a window of opportunity. Spinning the Yamato on his hand, Vergil gripped its hilt and used the butt-end to hit your hands and make you lose your grip on your sword.

As you tried to recover without losing too much of your stance, Vergil took the chance to spin around you – as you did before with him – and use the sheath of the Yamato to smack your back. A bit lower, and he would’ve smacked your ass – at least, he allowed you to keep a little of your pride, as you allowed him when you chose not to do that as well.

You immediately leaned the tip of your sword on the floor, side-eyeing your lover – only to find him with his head held high, that convinced expression he would always wear whenever he had the upper hand, along with a ghost of a smile you knew very well.

“Shall we continue…?” His words were crowned with his usual slight tinge of arrogance, as you turned around and adjusted your grip around the hilt of your sword. “Or will you finally yield and allow me to take care of those wounds?”

“As my lover, you should know, Vergil…” You sighed and snapped your neck from side to side, getting back into position to fight. He had to raise one of his eyebrows, ever so impressed with your resilience. “I do not yield.”

His only answer was a smile before your powerful attack, holding you back with the Yamato still sheathed, using one of his feet behind his body as an anchor so he wouldn’t fall over. Even in his wildest dreams, Vergil could never had imagined he would find someone who would give such flawless answers. Yes, he wanted to care for you. But how could he deny the fire he saw in you when you said such things? It was the same fire that kept him alive for so many years; the same fire that made him get back on his feet even when defeat was certain, when all hope was lost, and only death and blood were expected. The same fire that made Vergil defy all odds and save himself, over and over again.

He didn’t know how he had found you neither how he could deserve you, but he did hope you remained for as long as he could have you.

With another attack, he took the opportunity to unsheathe his sword, using both the blade and the sheath to defend himself from a string of attacks as ruthless as those he had attacked you before. You didn’t see an opportunity, but you knew Vergil relied on a few tricks up his metaphorical sleeves, so you acted quickly to do the same he did before – and with the hilt of your claymore, you weakened his grip on the sheath, quickly spinning your sword and hitting it with all your might, making the blue sheath fly across the training ground. Vergil immediately held Yamato’s grip with both of his hands, trying not to let his surprise show on his face.

You could see it in his silvery eyes, though. You already knew how to expertly access them, to find Vergil’s emotions underneath the icy façade he used to wear. You had an advantage that made your heart swell and bolstered your resolve – and that Vergil was also able to read in your eyes. He fought back, putting a little more of his strength and power into a few riposte attacks, stopping your advances and making you fall a few steps back.

It wouldn’t be fair if he started using his demonic might when your body was almost giving out – but Vergil had to recognize you were lasting a lot longer than he expected. He thought, by now, your physical body wouldn’t be able to keep going, completely unrelated to your willpower. But there you were, proving him wrong – and making him fall even more in love with you, if that was even possible.

Your hands trembled a bit, though. You kept your eyes locked in his, reading his every move, his every emotion – and Vergil did the same, as if your fight didn’t rely on your swords anymore. As he got ready for another devastating attack, your sword found his in the air and, spinning your blades together, you brought them down with a flick of your wrist, having them rest together a few inches inside the ground.

You turned your back for a few seconds to catch your breath, pain starting to ebb through your arms. Vergil took some steps back in amazement, since that move was a first: you had never taken a break from a fight by disarming him as well as yourself, even if for a few seconds; you only asked with words and it usually took a few minutes. He observed you carefully – part of him reading if your body was going to give out and part of him reading if you would jump on him unexpectedly. Vergil didn’t know what to expect, but he could feel his blood tingling at his fingertips, ready to take action with whatever it is that you had for him.

After a few seconds, you immediately turned around, locking your hands around the grip of your sword once more and lifting it from the ground. Vergil couldn’t believe you still wanted to fight – and even win – but mirrored your speed and had Yamato back in his grip once more.

A few more attacks. He could see your hands trembling. A few more steps. He could hear your shaking breaths. A few more swift moves. He could see the relentless fire inside your eyes.

Vergil didn’t make it easier because of your crumbling endurance – if you broke, it would serve as a lesson on assessing your own energy and how far you could go. As you knew right from the start, Vergil wasn’t a forgiving mentor and would push you to your limit – he didn’t exactly expect you would do the same thing with yourself as he did to himself in order to improve his fighting to perfection.

A flick of his wrist. A powerful move from your hands. You found yourselves drenched in sweat, in the middle of your training space, the Yamato touching your neck, and your claymore touching the skin on Vergil’s throat.

You had your eyes locked into his silvery gaze, the gleaming blades of your swords ignored as the only thing that dictated that fight was your willpower – yours and Vergil’s. As you looked into each other’s reflections, you stated something you didn’t have to say out loud to be understood: neither of you would ever yield.

As that knowing reached Vergil’s heart, that was only one thing he could really do – something his logical mind and demonic pride could never fathom as the proper response to that situation, but his human heart burned to have him do it. His free hand cupped your face, pulling you into an immediate kiss.

When your lips found his, you used your free hand to anchor yourself in place by holding the back of his neck, pulling Vergil towards you. It was a kiss that burned with the very same fire he saw in your eyes, the one he mirrored in his soul and rarely let out as something other than willpower to keep on surviving. That fire was a will to live, a will to keep going, a will for life… A lust to experience, to burn bright and intensely, to take everything existence had to offer. A lust you could only safely explore with each other, not having to channel that only into surviving, but also into living life as it should be lived.

One of the things Vergil would always tell you, was to never let your guard down. You could be calm and collected, apparently unprepared, but always aware of your surroundings – and ready to kill at every waking moment.

Anything could be a distraction, anything could be a weakness. Being that close to you, in the middle of a fight, with that whirlwind of emotions stirring like a lightning storm that had to have its energy released somehow… Even if you had your sword still in one of your hands as he had Yamato in his, your blades were lowered - you had your grip almost letting go, ready to forget it on the floor.

You had your guard down.

“A demon would have killed you by now.” Vergil’s voice was but a rough whisper as he broke the kiss, his lips barely away from yours, hot breath still ghosting on your skin.

“A demon wouldn’t have kissed me.”

Both of your swords found the floor in unison, as your hands found each other with your lips locking in another breathless kiss.

Fortunately, you were both imperfectly human.

[the-teufort-nine]

Can you do the mercs with an autistic scientist wife, who loves books, music and butt pats please? (Preferably spy, medic, Engie, scout and sniper please!!) thank you!!! Have a good day!!!

this you? XD ahaha im sure you loved that this took me forever to answer😬

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ Mercs x Autistic/Scientist/Wife!Reader: Books, Beats, and Butt Pats ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

Featuring: Spy, Engineer, Scout, Medic, and Sniper

Spy:

You got this man to settle down and marry you?! Good lord, you must be magic.

Big sugar daddy energy from Spy ngl. Expect to be treated to lavish gifts from him often. Deep in the grips of a new hyperfixation? Prepare to be gifted something related to it every week or so.

Loves how smart and driven you are. After years of working with moronic lunatics and madmen, you are a welcome change.

Will go out of his way to get you hard to find records and books if you are mad at him.

You can try and get him to quit smoking, but unless its a huge trigger for you, he probably won't, even if you show him what his lungs probably look like.

Probably won't pat your ass, since he's a

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But he might give it a squeeze if you two are in the mood ;)

Engineer:

ASS MAN ASS MAN A S S M A N

You're this man's wife? Butt pats ahoy! No, seriously, you're getting your rump lightly smacked on the daily.

Really enjoys having a partner that is near or on the same intellectual level as him. He would still love you if you weren't, but its really nice to have someone aside from Medic that he can talk shop with.

I hope you like country music, because Engie built every single music playing device in the house, which pretty much gives him complete control over the music choice when he's home.

Let's be honest here; this man is probably also autistic.

Your interests may not be the same, but you two like to be together when you're engaging with them. The parallel play goes crazy.

You two definitely have matching reclining chairs in your living room that you read your books in. Comfortable silence your beloved <3

Scout:

God, please stick around. This man needs someone in his life who isn't a deadbeat good lord-

He will happily listen to you talk about your interests any day, even your science related ones, but do not expect him to understand anything above, like, a seventh grade level.

ADHD 🤝Autism power couple

Butt pats? Hell yeah! Grass grows, birds fly, and brotha? He's smacking your ass like a set of bongos.

Household music is an equal mix of your interests and his. Expect to hear Tom Jones in the mornings; he likes to play his records while he makes breakfast.

Can't read nearly as well as you, but he really likes listening to you read.

Medic:

Like Engineer, this man appreciates a wife with a good head on her shoulders and a t h i c c ass.

Will give you butt pats, but be warned! There is a 50/50 chance his hands are covered in blood.

Probably also on the spectrum.

He probably introduces you to German music and literature, and will happily teach you the language if you ask!

Need some less-than-legal supplies for a project or experiment? Don't even worry, queen, your man will provide. <3

You are definitely going to live longer than most humans. Even if an accident takes you out, Medic surgically grafted your soul to his a long time ago, so not even death will do you part!

I think you two would dance to your shared records together pretty often.

Sniper:

Butt pats? Nah, butt bites.

FREAK behaviour with this man. He is a wild bushman who lives in a van and who's most developmentally impactful social interactions came from insane, bloodthirsty mercenaries who were not even close to being normal. How did you get him to propose.

A good listener though! He remembers the little things that you mention, and will often surprise you with something related to an interest of yours, even if you only mentioned it once.

Not a huge music fan, but he lets you have total control over his van's radio. You are the only one who gets this privillage.

Asks you to preserve small animals for him sometimes. He likes to keep them as decorations.

Please invent something to counteract those Mann Co. kidney enlarging pills. Please.

Loves reading with you! This man enjoys silence, and he actually really enjoys a good book or two when he had downtime.

[megbanned]

Hi Meg megbanned! It’s a pleasure to meet you. I just wanted to ask something. Your UWD concept fascinates me. How did you come up with it?

Hi hiiiiii!

Time for loreeeeeeeee XD

This is kind of old but basically- before entering the fandom I was creating a new fursona and sonicsona

Thiis one

But after knowing the series 1 year ago (November 1), it occurred to me to make my fursona into a drone, but I wanted it to keep their design.

So then I did this first concept for my drone

It looks a little weird since I didn't know how to draw the drones body, so I just made it similar to the Sonic style, I even included 5 fingers and the paws X'D

Although its appearance changed when it became a drone, I had more in mind that it would be like a small demon drone, something silly.

This was the first reference I made about my OC, it still had 5 fingers at that time and the design of the body where the lava was was different (I didn't know that drones had cores or the sign on their chests) and also my own oc was the first post about murder drones that I had made on twitter X'D and I call it just "A worker drone from the underground"

After creating this OC I said to myself "why don't I make more OCs with the same concept?" So I created 3 more

Although after a while I got a little annoyed that they looked so similar in terms of "drone model" and eventually differentiated them slightly in markings and colors (ABS was the second OC I created, so she is still very similar to her first concept and MB), I think by this point I was starting to think more that they were already a different type of Worker drones x'D

I mean: -They have Worker Drone bodies. -They have horns. -They have tails. -They have lava characteristics and different abilities and weaknesses.

They were definitely another type of drones and to clarify the above I had made this information sheet since I had been asked what my OC was about.

Pretty old information and designs x'D

And then I wrote a little more about my drones here https://www.tumblr.com/megbanned/744965835843649536/i-got-a-qeustion-so-pretty-sure-your-mascot-is?source=share

So after this I already had a simple base about what these drones were, they already had their first part of the lore and what they could do.

After a while, some friends and other people started asking me if they could create a drone similar to mine I didn't know what to answer because at first I only kept them for myself and my stories.

Unfortunately it took me a while to think about what to do…

After that I thought I could do something more with them, create more lore for them, establish their abilities and weaknesses a bit more, more basic information and more freedom regarding their designs. So I started making some custom designs for close friends.

Plus I also did some roleplaying since that helped me figure out what else they could do while answering my friends' questions.

In addition, other friends gave me advice on how to balance the drones and bring them closer to the Murder Drones canon but also leaving some artistic freedom.

Also, something funny is that at one point I got to write a script for a fake analog horror video about these drones XDDDDDD doing that helped me clarify more information.

And well, after a couple of months, having free time, and with my knowledge of closed and open species, I was able to compile all the information in this Guideeee

And that's how this subtype of drones appeared x'D

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[whitecompri]

ohhhhh can you do a bit of the 4S (Son,Shad,Silv,Scour) as dad's but their daughters are teenagers, and they catch them sneaking out (to go to a party or meet a boy or something xD)

Daddy's Lockdown

Pairing: Sonic x Reader; Shadow x Reader; Silver x Reader; Scourge x Reader

Genre: Light comedy, Fluff

Rating: T (Teen)

Warnings: Mentions of smoking

A/N: Thanks for the request! It was really interesting to think about how each of the hedgehogs would react to this. And again, I really love creating these Hedgehog Dad scenarios; I think it was one of the best ideas I've ever had, and I'm so glad people liked it and want to see more. I hope you enjoy!

Sonic

In the dead of night, while the crickets chirped outside the house, soft footsteps echoed through the hallway. The young hedgehog girl tried her best to be stealthy as she walked, holding up her loose dress with her hands while tiptoeing across the wooden floor.

One of the floorboards creaked louder, making her frown and grunt softly. She suddenly stopped, staying still for a few seconds, her ears twitching to the sides as she analyzed the sounds, wondering if someone had heard her or not.

But when she realized the house was still quiet, she took a deep breath and stepped forward again. A small smile appeared on her face. After all, she was almost at the front door.

She had been planning this little escape for days. It was probably going to be the best party of the year—there was no way she could miss it. Her friends would be there, the cute boys... she just wanted to have fun, like any girl her age. And like any girl her age, she didn’t want to tell you or Sonic—she knew her parents would never let her go out in the middle of the night to an unknown party.

That’s exactly why she was now walking on eggshells, trying to sneak out.

Finally, after reaching the front door, she let out a breath she hadn’t even realized she was holding, wiping the cold sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.

Then, with a smile, her hand reached for the doorknob.

But before she could turn the knob and open the door, she heard the sound of fast footsteps, followed by a breeze hitting her back, rustling the blue quills on her head.

Almost immediately, her eyes widened and she froze in place, unsure of what to do. She knew exactly who it was.

“Good evening, sweetheart. Going somewhere all dressed up like that?” Sonic’s voice came out soft, almost playful.

The girl’s hand dropped from the doorknob, falling to her sides. She clenched her fists and turned abruptly to face her father.

“Nowhere important...” she said sharply, gritting her teeth.

“The moment you start sneaking out, it becomes important... Come on, tell me, where were you going?” He crossed his arms, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for her answer.

“I was going to a party, Dad!” she said louder than she meant to, getting a little irritated. “I... I’ve wanted to go to this party for months... but you guys would never let me!” She looked away, her heart pounding.

“Hey, hey... Sweetheart, I would never want to take away your freedom...” He held her shoulders firmly. “But come on, you’re my daughter... of course I worry about you.”

The young blue hedgehog kept staring at the floor, hugging herself, breathing quickly.

“If you wanted to go, you could’ve told me and I’d go with you... I’m not going to let you go to a place like that alone...” Sonic smiled at her gently, giving comforting pats on her shoulder.

Her green eyes met her father’s green eyes, her expression starting to soften. She reflected for a moment. After all, she loved you and Sonic very much—she didn’t want to put you two in a tough spot, let alone worry you. But she really wanted to go to that party too.

“I... I just wanted to have some fun with my friends at the party... They say it’s going to be the best one of the year... But... now that I think about it...” she said quietly, “...Sorry, Dad... it was a stupid idea, I don’t know what came over me...” She bit her lower lip.

Sonic smiled, letting out a light sigh, then pulled her into a hug. She gasped softly in surprise but soon relaxed in his arms, wrapping her own around him.

“You’re a really smart girl, you know that?” The hedgehog kissed the top of her head. “I’m proud of you.”

“...Can we... can we go for a night run? We’re already awake anyway... I don’t think Mom will be mad...” she asked hesitantly, scratching her neck between her quills. Sonic’s eyes lit up almost immediately.

“I’d love to, kiddo.” The hedgehog smiled at his daughter, stepping back from the hug. “I know a chili dog diner that’s open twenty-four hours a day. We can stop by and grab a few at the end. What do you say?” he asked proudly, placing his hand on his waist.

“I like the idea...” The girl smiled at her father, stretching her arms. “And Dad... I was actually really scared to go to that party... I think common sense was knocking at the door, and I just didn’t want to let it in...” she admitted.

“Well, it’s going to be great to ditch that party and go with your good old dad for some family fun. Way more exciting, don’t you think?” Sonic chuckled, crouching down to stretch as well. “Besides... I think you’re mature enough to make that kind of decision...” Sonic reached for the door handle, opening it and letting his daughter go out first.

“Thanks, Dad... I’m lucky to have you to look after me.” She smiled shyly, waiting for him to close the door.

“You got it, kid... Now let’s go, I’m starving!” the hedgehog said excitedly, smiling at his daughter. In the blink of an eye, the two dashed off, leaving behind only a blue trail.

--*--

The birds were already singing in the morning, and the first rays of sunlight streamed through the windows. Your footsteps were slow down the hallway—you had just woken up, yawning and rubbing your eyes.

As you headed toward the kitchen to prepare breakfast, a familiar spicy chili scent filled your nose, drawing you to the living room.

Your half-open eyes scanned the room, spotting the TV turned on with a paused game, the controllers tossed on the floor. In the center of the carpet, two blue hedgehogs slept deeply. Sonic had one arm behind his head and the back of his free hand over his eyes, a blanket thrown lazily over him. Beside him, your daughter was curled up into herself, holding onto another blanket.

You placed a hand on your hip, surveying the scene, noticing the countless chili dog wrappers scattered across the floor and soda cans.

Letting out a muffled laugh, you knelt beside them, grabbing the blankets and properly covering each one, leaving a kiss on their foreheads in the process.

“...You had a lot of fun, huh?” Your hand slid through your daughter’s quills, gently smoothing them. Then, contently sighing, you approached the wrappers, picking them up carefully so as not to make too much noise.

For a moment, you paused again, just to take in that comforting, familiar scene. You loved the life you had and would never change the way things were.

Shadow

Her red eyes stood out in the nighttime gloom that filled the house. The young hedgehog girl carefully analyzed the hallway, checking if by any chance you or Shadow were nearby and could hear her during the biggest plan she had ever come up with.

Letting out a heavy sigh, she concluded that the two of you were probably sound asleep by now. Then, she fully opened her bedroom door, trying her best not to make any loud noises.

She knew very well how sharp her father’s hearing was, so she was being extra cautious—especially knowing his sleep was very light.

She ran her hands through her quills, fixing them, then smoothed her dress. Feeling satisfied, she grabbed something from the little purse she was carrying at her side, pulling out a glowing yellow gem.

Smiling to herself, she raised the Chaos Emerald, quietly muttering:

“Chaos Control!” She tried to say it as softly as possible, soon being enveloped by a vibrant light. When she opened her eyes again, she was already outside the house, in the garden.

With a smile on her muzzle, the young black-furred hedgehog took her first step onto the grass, placing the Chaos Emerald back into her purse. But as soon as her foot touched the ground, she froze in place, sensing an unwavering presence behind her, along with an intense red gaze focused on her back.

She didn’t even need to turn around to know who it was.

“Going somewhere at this hour?..." The voice came out deep and almost hoarse. The young girl slowly turned her head, her red eyes locking with Shadow’s.

She gave a sly little smile, turning her body fully toward her father, taking a step back to put some distance between them.

“Dad... I...” she tried to say, but quickly looked away, trying to focus on something else.

“...Answer me.” he said firmly, crossing his arms.

“I was just going to a party...” she scratched the back of her neck.

“A party?... Then why are you sneaking around like a criminal?” Shadow raised an eyebrow at his daughter.

The young girl frowned, looking up at the taller hedgehog.

“Because you’d never let me go if I asked!” she clenched her fists.

“What’s so great about a party?” he asked, still keeping his posture.

“My friends...”

“The ones you said were fake last week?” Shadow began tapping one finger against his own arm nonstop.

“That’s not it... There’s also a boy I like...” She closed her eyes, crossing her arms as well.

“No boy is worth the price of your life. There's no reason to risk going out at night for that...” Shadow took a step forward, grabbing his daughter’s hand and squeezing it firmly. “Tell me... do you really want to go to this party? Or do you just want to be included in some group... to seem cool or something like that?” he asked the young girl.

Immediately after his words, her red eyes widened. She looked at Shadow in surprise, opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out.

“...Dad... it’s just that... I thought it would be cool to go... To show that I’m independent, you know?”

“And aren’t you already?”

“My friends... I mean, my classmates say you’re only independent when you go to your first party in the middle of the night...” She looked away, blushing a little under her fur.

“You believe that?”

“Well, yes...”

“That’s nonsense, my daughter... It makes no sense... You already take care of yourself very well... since you were little, I think you’re more independent by being yourself than by following advice from random girls...” Shadow gently ran his hand across her cheek. Her gaze softened, and a small smile appeared on her muzzle.

“I think... you’re right...” Suddenly, she threw herself against Shadow, wrapping her arms around him. “I don’t even like parties, Dad...” Hesitantly, Shadow wrapped his arms around the young girl too, resting his muzzle on the top of her head.

“I know... I don’t either...” Closing his eyes, he hugged her tighter, feeling proud that she had inherited so much from him, including his more reserved and antisocial personality.

“... I... I took this from your things, I’m sorry...” She stepped back from the hug, reaching into her purse and pulling out the vibrant yellow gem.

“My Chaos Emerald...” Shadow said softly, accepting the gem when she handed it to him. “When you were little... you gave me a hell of a time when you got your hands on this for the first time...” The hedgehog allowed a small smile to appear on his face.

“Mom told me about it...” The girl giggled. “By the way, what were you doing out here?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Night patrol... I do it every night before going back to sleep.” Shadow said seriously. “Sometimes I find a stray badnik to destroy... Want to come with me?”

“...I’d love to... sounds like a great father-daughter activity.” The hedgehog girl smiled.

“I agree...” Shadow turned, starting to walk again. “Come on, we can train a bit afterward...”

Without wasting any time, the young girl ran after her father, holding up her dress, ready to enjoy some good family time with him.

--*--

In the morning, you walked through the house yawning, raising your arms to stretch as you got ready to start a new day.

That’s when you picked up the sound of conversation coming from the yard. You stopped in your tracks, curious, trying to listen more closely. Then you realized it was Shadow and your daughter.

Pulling the curtain to the side, your eyes scanned through the living room window, spotting the two hedgehogs in the middle of the backyard, both in fighting stances. When your daughter charged forward, Shadow easily dodged, waiting for her to recover and attack again.

“I hope you two didn’t stay up all night...” you said, shaking your head, though still with a small smile at the corner of your mouth. After all, it always warmed your heart to see the two hedgehogs you loved most there, together, training and having fun. To you, there was nothing better than having a happy family like this.

Silver

It was already late at night. Outside the house, everything was silent—it was a calm moment. Silver’s golden eyes scanned his book with focus. He was sitting in the armchair in the living room, lit only by his lamp. He usually had trouble sleeping, so he stayed up reading or watching a movie.

Sighing, the white hedgehog gently closed the book and placed it on the coffee table. Jumping to his feet, he stretched his arms upward, grunting softly as he stretched.

That’s when he heard a noise upstairs. His ears twitched toward the creaking wood. It came from his daughter’s room, but she was supposed to be asleep by now.

Curious, he turned off the lamp and silently climbed the stairs. He paused for a moment at the door of the room he shared with you, seeing you still asleep on your side of the bed, confirming it wasn’t you checking on your daughter.

Then, he continued his quiet walk toward his daughter’s door.

He stopped right in front of it, lifting his hand to the doorknob, preparing to open the door slowly—when he heard the sliding noise of the window opening. His eyes widened. It couldn’t be what he was thinking.

In a quick motion, he threw the door open, seeing the window wide open, and a young white hedgehog girl in a dress, surrounded by a navy-blue aura, starting to float out through the window.

“Whoa, whoa! Hold on!” Without thinking twice, he extended his hands, his psychokinetic power surrounding his daughter. She gasped softly, feeling the stronger force pull her back.

Her golden eyes scanned Silver standing in the doorway.

“Dad...” she sighed, exasperated, being slowly placed back on the floor. The young hedgehog stood there, arms crossed, as her father crossed the room and stopped in front of her.

“You were... sneaking out?” He tried to choose his words carefully, unable to believe what his own eyes were seeing.

“It was... it was just a little walk, Dad...” the young girl looked away.

“A little walk? Do you have any idea how many dangers are out there? That ‘walk’ could’ve ended very badly for you, young lady...” Silver crossed his arms.

“Are you mad...? It was just a party...” she asked softly. Silver blinked once, then twice, then sighed heavily.

“No, sweetheart... I just... I worry. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you... By Gaia, just thinking about it gives me chills!” he said quietly. “But I can’t believe this... my own daughter... sneaking out to go to a party? I don’t even know where I went wrong for this to happen...” He pressed his fingers to his temple.

“Dad... it’s not your fault... it’s just...” She scratched her neck, unsure whether she should say it or not.

“Is there a boy involved in this?” he asked quietly.

“Maybe...”

“I knew it... Listen, sweetheart. Who invited you to this party?” He placed a hand on her shoulder.

“A friend of mine... she said it would be fun, that there’d be sweets and cake, and that the boy I like would be there...” Silver froze for a moment, taking a deep breath.

“Sweets and cake?” He raised an eyebrow, repeating it. Then he shook his head. Apparently, his daughter had inherited the same naïveté he once had. But now he knew enough about the present to understand that teenage parties didn’t only have that. “Sweetheart... you’ve never been to a party, have you?”

“No...” she replied, but she looked confused.

“At those parties... terrible things happen. There won’t be cake or sweets... there’ll be alcohol, bad people, and wrong things...” Silver said seriously. The young girl’s eyes widened, looking shocked and deeply surprised.

“W-what? They told me it was just a birthday party...” She hugged herself.

“...I don’t think there are any normal birthday parties that happen at one in the morning...” He held her arm, gently guiding her to sit on the bed.

“...I guess that makes sense... my friend told me to sneak out...” Silver clenched his teeth a little hearing that, feeling a protective instinct for his daughter pulse through his veins. Just thinking that someone wanted to lead his princess down that kind of path was enough to make him furious, even though that emotion wasn’t very common for him.

“...Well, now Daddy’s warned you about the teenage dangers out there...” Silver sighed, slightly relieved.

“Sorry... I promise I won’t hide anything from you again, Dad...” she said softly.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I know you won’t hide anything else from me...” He gave her a warm smile.

But at that moment, a notification popped up on the young hedgehog’s phone. Her golden eyes scanned the message, then she gasped softly, eyes widening.

“What is it?” Silver asked, raising an eyebrow. Slowly, she turned the phone to show him. Obviously, it was her friend’s contact. The friend had messaged asking why she was late, followed by a rather mean message saying she had missed her chance—attached was a selfie of the friend with the boy Silver’s daughter liked.

“...Dad... she...” The girl said softly, visibly shaken.

“Shhh, it’s okay, sweetheart... See? That’s why Daddy warns you about these things.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.

Then the phone rang—a call from that same friend. The girl reached out to answer, but Silver was faster, picking up and putting it on speaker.

“Girl... why are you late? You have no idea what you’re missing... the good drinks are almost gone...” A female voice came from the other end. In the background, party music and loud conversations could be heard. Silver furrowed his brow, taking a deep breath.

“This is her father! Don’t mess with my daughter again, understood?” he said in a threatening tone, glaring at the phone. No more words came from the other side, and then, the call was suddenly ended.

Sighing contently, Silver turned to the side, seeing a surprised expression on the young girl’s face.

“What is it?” he asked, confused.

“Dad... I’ve never seen you that angry before...” she said, impressed, then a wide smile spread across her face.

“Heh... I’d do anything for you and your mom...” Silver gave a big smile too, but gasped when the girl suddenly hugged him tightly. He didn’t waste a second in returning the hug, chuckling softly.

Drawn by the loud voices coming from the nearby room, you had wrapped yourself in a blanket to protect from the cold night and walked over to your daughter’s room, stopping and leaning against the doorframe.

“Is everything okay?” you asked the two sleepily.

Both hedgehogs turned to you, and Silver smiled gently.

“Of course! We were just talking a little...”

“And Daddy just protected me from a mean girl...” your daughter giggled softly.

“Yeah... a little bit...” Silver scratched the back of his neck, still smiling.

“I’m glad you two are spending time together... Just don’t stay up too late, alright?” you rubbed your eyes, pushing off the doorframe and heading back to your own room.

Silver turned to his daughter.

“How about some tea? Then we can play a board game...” the white hedgehog said cheerfully.

“Sounds great, I’m not sleepy at all right now...” the daughter replied excitedly, already jumping off the bed.

From your room, you watched the two of them walk down the hallway, chatting happily as they headed down the stairs. You smiled, loving the bond Silver had with his daughter—it was certainly something very special.

As you settled in, you began to drift off to sleep again, knowing that you couldn’t ask for anything better than the family you had now.

Scourge

Her blue eyes carefully checked the time on her phone, and she huffed, turning her focus back to the mirror in front of her to finish touching up her eyeshadow. Satisfied with the result, the green hedgehog girl put her makeup boxes away and sighed, running her hand over her dress to straighten it.

Then she turned toward the bedroom door. Now came the trickiest part of the night: leaving without you or Scourge noticing. After all, she was heading to a party she had been invited to. A party she definitely wouldn’t be allowed to attend—especially not by her father.

Clenching her fists, she reached the door, hesitating as her hand touched the doorknob. But before opening it, she thought better. The door wasn’t the best route to sneak out. It would creak, draw attention from you two, and even if it didn’t, her footsteps would surely make the hallway floorboards creak.

So, with a huff, she pulled her hand back from the knob and scratched her chin, beginning to scan the room. She saw her younger sister sleeping peacefully in the bed beside hers. Then her eyes focused on the window—of course, the window. She just needed it to be low enough not to draw attention with the impact of her landing.

She ran over to it, peering through the glass at the outside of the house, trying to figure out how to make it work.

Slowly, she opened the window, taking great care not to make a sound. After sliding the glass all the way up, her blue eyes scanned the yard below, frowning at how high she was.

Looking straight ahead, she spotted a nearby tree branch. That would have to do. She was sure her jump could reach the branch, giving her an easy way down and a quiet escape. And if she was lucky, she could sneak back in hours later without alerting you or Scourge.

Holding up her dress for more mobility, she lifted one leg, placing her foot on the lower part of the window frame. Taking a deep breath, she prepared to leap.

With a burst of courage, she pushed off with her leg, jumping through the window and letting out a small grunt as the cold night air hit her muzzle.

The jump was quick, and she neared the branch. With a swift movement, she grabbed the wood tightly, digging in her claws for better grip and hanging there.

Looking down a bit nervously, the young hedgehog girl mustered her strength and gradually pulled herself up onto the branch until her full weight was supported by the tree.

She lost balance a little but managed to recover, doing her best not to make a sound. With quick steps, she reached the trunk and clung to it, carefully climbing down until she finally reached the ground.

With a small hop, she landed in the soft grass, making only a faint rustle without further noise. Sighing in relief, a huge confident smile spread across her face as she held her fancy dress and took her first step toward the party.

Suddenly, she stopped for a second, sensing a strong and strange smell in the air. She sniffed. Cigarette smoke—it made her muzzle scrunch at the unpleasant odor. Still, she just shook her head, choosing to ignore it as she continued walking across the lawn.

But just as she stepped out from behind the tree, on the other side of the same tree, a figure was leaning against it. A small cigarette was in his fingers, one foot resting on the trunk while his other hand was in his jacket pocket.

Upon seeing the figure standing there, she jumped back in fright with a small squeal. At the same time, the figure was startled too, losing his balance and almost falling over.

He threw the cigarette to the ground, stepping on it and grinding the sole of his shoe to put out the little smelly ember.

The girl's initial fright began to fade, and she started to recognize the green fur of the figure, the flame patterns on the jacket’s shoulders, and the red sunglasses. She narrowed her eyes, watching him frantically put out the cigarette on the ground.

“...Dad?!” she finally said, a surprised tone in her voice louder than she meant it to be.

“Kiddo?” Scourge looked back at her with the same shocked expression. His ears drooped to the sides. “Jeez, I thought ya were ya mom!" he said, exasperated.

“Dad... you were smoking?!” she took a step forward, fists clenched in irritation.

“...I...” he quickly looked away to the sides, then suddenly noticed something—his eyes widened. “Hold up a sec… what’re ya doin’ out here at this hour?" he pointed a finger at her, stepping forward, forcing the girl to look up to maintain eye contact with the taller hedgehog.

“...Don’t try to flip this on me! You’re out here secretly smoking?” she crossed her arms at him.

“It was just this once! I needed it, got it? And you? Gonna tell me why you’re all dolled up like that, sneakin’ out like some kinda thief in the night?!" he almost growled, baring his teeth at her. The young girl mirrored his expression, showing her own fangs.

“Not that it’s any of your business... But I’m going to a party, with my friends, to see a boy!” she snapped.

“Yeah, like I’m gonna let that happen."

“I’ll tell Mom you’ve been out here smoking!”

“Oh, go ahead. I’ll tell her what you were up to. Betcha she’s gonna roast you worse than me. Least I’m smokin’ in our own backyard. You? You’re sneakin’ off to God-knows-where, with who-knows-who, to meet some punk I’d prolly wanna punch!" He stepped closer to her, grabbing her shoulder.

“As if you’d even notice I left if you weren’t out here killing your lungs... Besides, there’s my younger sister—she needs more attention than I do.”

“Ain’t your lil’ sister tryin’ to sneak out in the dead’a night, ya spiky lil’ rebel." Scourge grabbed her forearm, walking her back toward the house. The girl tried to pull her arm free from his firm—though careful—grip, but without success.

“Dad! Let go! I promised Jeremy I’d meet him today...” She slipped from his grip, stepping back with a huff, turning around and starting to walk again. “I already said, why don’t you go take care of my sister? I’m old enough to take care of myself...”

She suddenly stopped in the middle of the path. In the blink of an eye, Scourge was standing right in front of her, fists clenched, brow furrowed in irritation.

“I’d rather keep both my girls safe at home, far from any trouble. Now turn it around, kid, march y’self right back to bed. Ain’t no guy out there worth sneakin’ out on your ol’ man…" He crossed his arms, grunting.

“You’re so annoying sometimes... it’s just a party...” she looked away, grinding her teeth. Suddenly, she gasped, feeling herself being lifted.

Scourge had picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder and beginning to walk back toward the house.

“I’d only let ya go... if I went with ya. But ya do know what I’d do to this ‘Jeremy’ fella, right? ‘Course ya do—you know your dad.." he chuckled darkly, opening the front door carefully, closing it behind him and locking it, then heading up the stairs.

“That’s exactly why I’ll never take you to any party I go to...”

“And I ain’t ever lettin’ you go to any party..." Scourge stopped in front of the girls’ bedroom door, turned the knob, entered, and placed the young hedgehog on the edge of the bed. “There we go. Safe an’ sound, far from all that wild teenage nonsense out there." He said proudly, crossing his arms.

The little hedgehog just crossed her arms and pouted, glaring at him.

Scourge sighed, then sat down beside her on the bed, gently holding her hand.

“I know ya mad, kiddo… but I’m doin’ this to keep ya safe from punks… trust me, I know their kinda trouble all too well…" he said softly, caressing the fur on the back of her hand.

Her expression gradually softened, until she closed her eyes and sighed deeply.

“...I... I guess I know that, Dad... I just wanted to... I don’t know, have fun with my friends...” She opened her eyes, focusing on the other side of the room, where her sister still slept soundly. “But I don’t know... I think you’re right... screw Jeremy...” her words made Scourge laugh softly.

“I got an idea… how ‘bout a hardcore horror flick marathon with your old man? Betcha it’s better than any lame teen party out there… He smirked, nudging her with his elbow.

“...I like that idea... And if Mom gets mad later for us watching those, I’ll totally blame you.”

“Ha! Sounds perfect, kid!" Scourge said excitedly, standing up, his daughter following suit. “Then let’s quit yappin’ and get to it!"

--*--

When the chilly morning arrived, you stretched slowly in bed, already noticing something was missing at your side. As you slowly opened your eyes, you looked around the room, realizing Scourge was nowhere to be seen.

Sighing, you sat up in bed, yawning, then got up and walked slowly toward the living room.

As you began to descend the stairs, you immediately noticed the sound of light snoring coming from the living room, catching your attention. Stopping at the foot of the stairs, your eyes scanned the area. Soda and energy drink cans, chips, popcorn, and candies were scattered across the coffee table and couch.

On the couch itself was a scene that warmed your heart: two green hedgehogs sleeping deeply. On one side, Scourge was passed out clutching a pillow, drooling all over it as he snored. On the opposite end of the couch, your daughter was curled up, wrapped in blankets, breathing softly in her sleep.

They had probably stayed up late watching movies again and eating everything they could find in the pantry and fridge, then dozed off like two little kids. Looking at your daughter now, you once again confirmed something you already knew: she truly was her father’s daughter, and the resemblance and friendship they shared was something to admire.

And you could hardly wait to see your daughters grow more and more each day.

[jagalart]

The way you color is absolutely gorgeous! All of those pencil lines bring so much character to each drawing. I'm sorry if you've answered this before but on average how long does it take you to work on a piece? I feel like those lines would take a while; is it more meditative to do it? Or do you use shortcuts sometimes?

Thank you so much! I must say it really depends, some of these take a long time, and since I'm only able to focus on one piece for a little while before I have to switch to another sometimes it takes me weeks, even months to return to the same piece! But most of my works are completed within 2-10 hours, it gets to 1-20 if we put the simplest and the most complicated ones into the equation. If the lines are simple and only digital, like in my portraits - the whole piece doesn't take long, for example, this one is around 2 hours - but when a traditional, pencil sketch and more detailed composition is involved it makes the process a lot slower.

Especially since printing my initial, digital sketch, then drawing traditonally on top of it, then scanning and editing it adds a lot of time to the process too. Plus my research process for bigger pieces is always long, sometimes it may take me even a few hours to find the right photo references and ideas! It's hard to say without measuring it directly, but I'd say this one took me around 10 hours if we count all of these. Just the research and initial sketching alone took me forever, ironically the coloring went much smoother from there. :D

As for shortcuts, I reuse some of my minor plant elements for different pieces sometimes! But don't tell anyone. XD (I line color and render them again anyways, I just reuse the initial sketch sometimes :'D)

[zynari]

𒄬 CAUGHT IN THE FLASH

― scaramouche x fem!reader

― 10. heart's in danger ♬ // wc: 668

“Do your bandmates like cakes?” you asked Scaramouche while looking at the variety of cakes in front of you.

The two of you are currently in a cake shop, since he told you that he will take you to Inazuma to watch their practice. You told him that you can’t go there empty-handed, so here you are—buying a cake as a present for them.

“I don’t really know their preferences.” you heard Scaramouche said from behind, pulling up his mask to hide his face. He’s wearing a disguise because, you know, to hide from his fans—or public, in general.

You look back at him, raising an eyebrow. “What do you mean you don’t know their preferences?”

“Just buy one already before everybody notices that I am here.”

“Oh. Right.”

After having a hard time choosing one (because all of them looks delicious), you finally chose one and you and Scaramouche successfully left the shop without anyone noticing him.

Once you hop inside the car, he immediately starts the engine and drives.

“How did you even bring your car here if you are from Inazuma?”

“I bought this one when I decided to stay with you here in Fontaine.”

Jaw Drop.

You look at him, waiting for him to say “just kidding” but he remained stoic and didn’t say anything.

He bought a CAR? Just for THAT???

“...Sorry for breathing the same air as you.” you mumbled, shying away from him and turning your gaze to look outside.

He scoffs, “I will give this to you once the suspension is lifted.”

Another jaw drop. Is this— is this guy serious???

“You’re kidding, right?” you look back at him, “Don’t just casually say that like you’re giving a candy to a kid. It’s not funny.”

“I am fucking serious, y/n.” he reaches something from the backseat when the traffic light is red, then gives it to you.

You reluctantly accept it and your eyes widen when you see that it was a key.

Oh my fucking archons…

You were speechless. You look back and forth at the key and him. You don’t know if you should be thankful, because you never expected someone to give you something this huge and expensive.

After all, you and Scaramouche aren’t really dating, and you just met each other few days ago.

“Scara—I can’t—”

Scaramouche wrapped his hand around yours and you felt your face flushing, and your heart started beating like crazy.

“Just accept this as my apology for dragging you into this mess, y/n.”

“But—”

“No buts.”

“—I don’t know how to drive.” I’ve never even been inside a car aside from a cab.

He smirked, “That shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll teach you.”

⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹

After almost three hours, you finally arrived at your destination. You’ve never been to Inazuma, so when you stepped outside the car, the unfamiliar, yet beautiful scenery mesmerized you.

This place is completely different from Fontaine…

“Careful, or a bug might enter your mouth.” you heard Scaramouche said from behind and you quickly close your mouth. “We still have time, do you want to walk around?”

As long as you wanted to accept his offer, you knew that his bandmates were waiting for him so you shook your head.

“Nope. I’m good.” you smiled at him, “Besides, you’re keeping a low profile and hiding from the public, right?”

He rolled his eyes at you, “Don’t make it sound like I'm a criminal or something.”

You laughed, nodding your head. For some reason, you’re in a good mood today.

Forget about the car and just enjoy your day...

-Must be the atmosphere and fresh air here in Inazuma.

When you look at him, your laughter dies down and your smile slowly fades.

Scaramouche is just standing there, looking at you. He’s still wearing his cap and face mask but you can see his eyes staring back at you.

Badump.

What the hell, heart?

You cleared your throat and avoided his gaze. “S-so, where are we going now?”

Scaramouche was silent for a few seconds before answering you.

“Follow me.”

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CHAPTER'S NOTE: it took an hour for scaramouche to convince you to go with him XD

about the car--- it just came up that's why scara suddenly said that 🥹 (get a man who will give you a fricking car as an apology)

IDK WHAT I'M DOING HELP HAHA

SYNOPSIS: in which, a twenty-year old college student who also works as an on-call staff at an event management company finds herself in trouble when a picture of her with the popular guitarist of the famous band "cr4ze", went viral.

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[sizzlingchaosprince]

The Toy's favorite Child

Notes: This is the first time I'm doing such thing so I'm really nervous XD I didn't know what to put into the background of the drawing so I didn't put any. Maybe I'll edit it soon. Do forgive me for my shading, I'm still learning(trying to)

Synopsis: After starting to live in PlayCare, one creature you became friends with grew a liking to you...

Warning: PLATONIC, headcanon + little story, reader is 12-14 years old, reader is a chill teenager

It's been a year since you got into the PlayCare, passing through the security with laid-back face and leaving the staff confused. They kept you because you seemed useful for them...

You were quite chilly and relaxed, reserved and smart. Also, because of your personality you were almost the same with Cat Nap from cartoons. Maybe that's why you became quick friends with Smiling Critters. With most of them, at least...

The big purple cat was almost never appearing like others from his party. And this interested you.

After a week or so you finally met him face-to-face. You were as calm as always, but your heart was pounding from excitement. You said 'hi' for politeness and introduced yourself, waiting for him to do the same.

Guess what? His face didn't even shift. He continued staring at you with his dead eyes.

After understanding that you won't get an answer from him, you tried to talk about something else.

But he disappeared in blink of an eye.

You were quite disappointed, but you still had the same urge to get to know the living toy better. You knew it'll be a long while...

It was worth 3 months to make him sit and listen to your rambling for 10 minutes. It was worth more months to make him spend at least an hour with you. It took even longer for him to let you stay near him and sleep, leaning onto the puppet. But it was worth the pleasure you get from his warmth and company.

Even though you never heard him talk, it's enough for you to be near him. It's good to talk about any nonsense which randomly comes to your mind and have a listener who won't judge you. It's also good to take a great nap in his fur or stay in complete silence, thinking of your own thing.

The staff, of course, sooner found out the relationship between you and the purple cat puppet.

They tried to use you to their own benefits and new information, but instead you composed some lies which sounded like truth to tell them(Cat Nap helped you a little sometimes, nodding or shaking his head if the lie sounds truthful or not).

When the scientists were starting thinking about taking you for the test next, Cat Nap started to monitor you to make sure you won't end up in the Game Station.

It definitely wasn't him who knocked out the staff members right behind your back. It definitely wasn't him who let out some scratching noises in Home-Sweet-Home. Also, of course, it definitely wasn't his sharp gaze you felt on your gut 24/7.

You liked to use the hair brush on the purple furball. It doesn't move away so you can say that he's at least neutral to your activity(we don't talk about his really quiet purring).

[Now. The small story]

It was a normal day like any other one. More specifically, night. However, this week was quiet strange: the staff members of Playtime Co. except the workers from the PlayCare appeared more often in front of you. When they started talking about 'test', they randomly passed out because of the red smoke. You knew it was one of the Smiling Critters you were hanging out with for a while, but you didn't know why was he doing it.

You were currently sitting with your back leaning against the living cat plush, brushing your companion's tail you gently patted with your free second hand. The only thing that bothered you in that peaceful time was the fact that the purple cat wasn't purring at all. It was staring at you with its dark eyes. Sooner after, you finally asked him about this:

— Is something wrong, Cat Nap?

It didn't answer. Instead, the living toy just stared at you with expressionless eyes, not moving an inch. You weren't intimidated by the stare at all, so you just continued brushing the long tail. You weren't hoping for an answer anyway, but still a small, almost impossible dream was remaining in your heart.

The silence was broken by the raspy, low voice coming out from Cat Nap's voice box.

— The Prototype... Will Save Us.

You flinched.

Wow...

This is the first time he ever said something to you. It was surely a progress for your friendship.

You stared at him with wide eyes for a moment before shifting your attention back to the tail. You shrugged with your shoulders, your face had a relaxed smile.

— I don't know who the Prototype is, but if they helped you somehow, I think they're my saviour too. You're like a home to me.. I can't even imagine what would it be like living without you here!

You chuckled, patting the fluffy tail while Cat Nap looked at you with the same stare. However, something in his eyes changed... Maybe his gaze gained a little more... softness?

He stared at you until you fell asleep on him again. A few minutes of him sinking into his thoughts have passed, the toy putted his head on his paws, wrapping his tail around you like a blanket and soon enough closing his eyes. You would call it the same night-time scenario with Cat Nap in the next morning, because you didn't know that he was comfortably purring, nuzzling himself into your warmth last night...

Notes: OH MY GOD I DID IT :D I'll maybe do part 2, but without promises

Anyways, thank you for wasting your time reading my first-ever-made English fanfic. Do write me some comments about my errors if you find any, I will appreciate it since it'll improve my writing skills.

Have a nice day/evening/night!😘

[livelaughlovesubs]

Heeeeya, Nini! How's it going? I can't believe its already been a year! I've been here since before that time you accidentally deleted your blog XD. Congrats! you've dominated the sub! bsd tag for forever and I'm living for it XD. For the event, can I please request Fyodor (bsd) with the prompt, 'Keeping their hands bound to make basic tasks difficult or impossible. Bonus: punish them for failing or making a mess'. Bro, I have an inability to be all that sadistic, even in fiction TwT, so for the punishment part, can I request something like tickling? Is that allowed?! LMAO- As always, feel free to delete/decline this if it makes you uncomfy, and have an awesome day. And again, congrats on one year!

AHHHHH DONT REMIND ME OF THAT TIME can’t believe how dumb I was 🥲 but thank you for being a long time follower hehe, the idea with tickling is very cute I love it

Dom!reader x sub!fyodor - reader is gn

Warning: humiliation, teasing, a tiny bit of degrading, tickling >:)

Anniversary event

Thud thud thud

Someone was hammering on your door in the middle of the night, and they just didn’t stop. You’ve been trying to ignore it for the past minutes, but the sound only got louder.

Thud thud thud

“Ahhhh which fucker is it?!” In the end, you gave in and cursed, stomping to the front door before opening a small crack. “What is-” to your surprise you knew the person behind the door, it was fyodor, your boyfriend. “Huh?? Fedya? Why didn’t you use the bell?” You immediately swung the door open and invited him in, he gave you a bashful smile before entering. Then you shut the door behind him.

“You see…” he said, while he let his coat slip from his shoulders, revealing his hands which were bound tightly behind his back. “It proved to be pretty difficult to ring the bell three times, so I thought kicking the door would suffice.” That was the secret code you two agreed on, so that you’d know if it was him who’s standing on your doorway. “Ah…” you stared at his restricted limps, then at him, giving him a questioning glance. He didn’t provide any explanation or answers.

The male turned around to face you, who were still standing next to the door. “Well? Aren’t you going to help me?” He rushed you, but kept his soft smile. “Actually no, not yet.” You replied, crossing your arms in font of your chest. That attitude, were you mad with him? “…y/n, what do you want.” Finally he dropped the good-guy act, seemingly irritated by your behaviour. Normally you’d help without being this difficult, except when you aren’t in a good mood, something that seems to be the case here.

You walked past him and sat down on the couch, making yourself comfortable before saying, “bring me the remote.” Fyodor looked a tad baffled, though he didn’t think too much about it and walked to the shelf to the left of you, pondering for a moment on how to grab it, before using his mouth to bite the object. Then he brought it to you like an obedient puppy, right into your hand and cheeks flushed a bright shade of red. “Good job.” You praised him, scratching the underside of his chin a bit, intensifying his blush.

“Now bring me a scissor to cut those ropes. You can find it in the kitchen.” He glared at you when you didn’t stop ordering him around, especially since he found his actions pretty shameful. Nevertheless, he bit back his complains and went to the other room to get whatever you wanted. Once he found the scissor, he bit the handle of the tool, and carefully got back to your side. “That took you a while.” You chuckled, to which he scoffed, “are you done with the games now?” How furious he sounded, he wasn’t having half the fun you had huh?

You tilted your head to the side, acting like you were thinking about it, then said, “one last thing.” Before giving him a big smile. The male rolled his eyes at that, at least internally. “Bring me a glass of water, that’s my last request, promise.” After you finished your sentence, you raised your pinky finger, then said, “ah silly me, you can’t reciprocate it after all.” Fyodor mumbled, “you are unbelievable.” Then he made his way back to the kitchen. What else was he supposed to do, he needed your help.

Through much resilience and great efforts, he managed to get a cup out of your shelves. And he even managed to fill it with tap water! Afterwards he bit the handle of the cup, finding that to be the easiest course of action, and slowly walked over to you. This was now his third time running a stupid errand for you, and he really hoped this would be the last. On his way back, he accidentally spilled the water in the cup all over himself and the floor, causing him to yelp a little, “hmmm..!”

You turned your head to the source of the noise, giggling at the sight but not helping him. His blush darkened even more, and he closed the last bit of distance between you two. Without any commentary, you took the cup and put it on the table, grabbing the scissors and cutting through his binds. He didn’t expect you to not make fun of him, so consider him grateful.

Though after you were done, you got up from your seat, grabbing his shoulders as you sneered, “gosh, fyodor, you couldn’t even bring me a glass of water?” Guess he jinxed it. Even though considering the circumstances he was in, failing his task was a very possible outcome, he still felt humiliated by your words, or at least embarrassed. He wanted to argue, to try and keep some shreds of dignity when you bested him to it, saying, “shouldn’t you get a punishment for that?”

“A punishment?” As soon as these words left his mouth, you pushed him into the couch and tickled him. Attacking his stomach while responding through a huge grin, “yep! A punishment you can’t evade!” “What- ha- ahaha.. no, wait haha…! Stop!” He laughed involuntarily, kicking his legs around and trying to peel your hands off his body. “Haha.. s-stop, hahh.. really, hahaha~ I can’t-!!” Tears were forming in the corners of his eyes already, his clothes and hair all disheveled. “Hehe.. alright, the punishment is over.” You eventually said, reaching out to his face to wipe his tears away.

As if hit by the realisation, he abruptly stopped smiling, still blushing furiously as he gasped for air. When he breathing calmed down, he pouted, then wrapped his arms around your neck as he gave you a quick kiss on the lips, “you-… you better make it up to me for being mean.”

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Untitled (2/?)

The kiss you shared with him wasn’t bad. In fact, it had felt like something was being pulled loose inside you. Like maybe you’d crossed a line you weren’t ready to admit existed. Maybe too good. Maybe good enough that— No. Stop . Its not what friends do.

genres: written, childhood friends to lovers, fluff, angst,unrequited love, senior year (highschool), felix and Y/N are aged up to 17, pre-debut,

Trigger Warning: underaged drinking for now

Word count: 3,480

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Authors Note: Sorry this took a while lol

Another Friday night. Stuck babysitting. Again.

Felix sighed, sinking deeper into the couch as his little sister hogged the TV, playing with her Barbie dolls while also attempting to solve a puzzle. He wasn’t sure why he expected her to focus on one thing for more than a few minutes—she was seven, after all. Still, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. There wouldn’t be many more nights like this. Soon, he'd be gone, busy chasing his dreams, and moments like these would be memories. For now, while she divided her attention in five different directions, Felix focused on his DS, determined to finally finish Monster Hunter. The stupid boss had been grinding him into dust for days.

A notification lit up his phone screen, catching Olivia’s sharp eyes. She glanced at it, her curiosity immediately piqued.

“YOOOONNNGBOOOOKKKKK!” she suddenly shrieked.

Felix winced. “I’m literally right here. No need to yell.” He set his DS down and instinctively grabbed the apple from her outstretched hands, heading to the kitchen to peel and slice it—just like he’d done since she was little.

“Thanks, bro!” She skipped back to her Barbie dolls. “I have a question.”

Felix smirked. “I might have an answer.”

“How do you know if a boy likes you?”

Felix froze mid-slice, his brow furrowing. “Why are you asking?”

“No reason,” she said innocently. “I just think this guy at school likes me. He talks to me every recess, gives me his extra snacks, and lets me copy his homework when I ask.”

Felix snorted, shaking his head. “You mean he lets you cheat?”

She waved a hand dismissively. “Focus, Yongbok. Does that mean he likes me?”

Felix laughed, handing her the apple slices. “Maybe. Boys tend to be extra nice to girls they have a crush on. They find little ways to take care of them, give them things, or just want to be around them more.” He narrowed his eyes playfully. “But, for the record, you don’t need a boy to make you feel special. You’re already enough, got it?”

“Got it.” She nodded sagely, then tilted her head. “Sooo... it’s kinda like how you are with Y/N.”

Felix nearly choked on his water. “What?”

“You do all that stuff for her,” she pointed out. “You buy her snacks when she’s sick, go with her to get art supplies, and spend hours playing video games and watching anime with her. Sooo... do you like like Y/N?”

Felix’s ears burned. “No. She’s my friend, Olivia.”

“But you just said—”

“It’s different,” he cut in quickly. “You’re too young to understand.”

She squinted at him, clearly unconvinced. “Mmmhmm. If you say so.”

His mind flashed back to last weekend—the way your lips had brushed against his after one too many drinks, the heady warmth of the moment, how neither of you had spoken about it since. Just a dumb, meaningless kiss. A laugh, a brush-off. Nothing more.

And yet, his heart pounded at the memory. If you were bold enough to bring it up, to say it meant something—God help him, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop himself from kissing you again.

But he couldn’t let Olivia see any of that.

“Come on, it’s late,” he said, standing abruptly. “Bedtime.”

Luckily, she was too distracted by her dolls to notice the shift in his tone. After tucking her in, Felix retreated to his room, flopping onto his bed, head still spinning.

A message popped up on his phone, making his lips curl into a grin.

Permanent Loser: How’s babysitting? XD We’re missing you in this boss raid.

Felix felt like he’d won the lottery.

Felix: Ahh, I’d join, but I have practice in the morning. I’ll watch the Twitch.

He tuned into the stream, grinning at the sound of your laughter. He sent words of encouragement in the chat—mostly for the team, but if he was honest, they were mostly for you.

Somewhere between watching the game and listening to your voice, his eyes drifted shut, pulling him into sleep.

And in his dreams, you were there—beneath him, lips pressing against his like they belonged there. In fact, You belonged in other places too like on top of him. Grinding on his lap. Bouncing on his member. Naked. In his dream, Felix ended up in places where he shouldn’t be with someone who is just his “friend”. 

He woke up breathless, heart hammering, the ghost of your touch lingering on his skin. Under the blanket, his body betrayed him, a hard, undeniable reminder of the dream that felt too real. He groaned, reaching his hands in his pants to handle his growing “issue” as reality came crashing back.

Fuck. Liv was right.

But now what?

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Yet another night at your cousin Hana’s house.

She was the big sister you wished you always had—unapologetically herself, nosy in the way that only family could be, and fiercely protective of you. Since your mom’s passing three years ago, she has been your stand-in when you needed a listening ear. Unlike your grandmother, she never judged you too harshly or told you to “move on.” She let you exist as you were, whether that meant sitting in silence together, venting about things you never said aloud to anyone else, or just watching trashy reality shows while pretending the world outside didn’t exist.

You missed her when she was away for school. Pre-med kept her busy, and Sydney wasn’t that far, but it was far enough that she had a whole new life—one she threw herself into, one filled with things you couldn’t relate to. College parties, situationships, heartbreak. Things that felt so far removed from you that they might as well have been happening in another universe.

But now that she was back for the holidays, she was making up for lost time, which apparently included doing her usual monthly check-in on your nonexistent love life.

You knew it was coming before she even opened her mouth. It was in the way she leaned over you on the couch, plucking the sketching pencil from your fingers and twirling it between her fingers like it was a microphone. You sighed, already bracing yourself.

“Sooooooooooooooo,” Hana started, dragging out the word dramatically.

“Don’t start,” you muttered, reaching for your pencil.

“Don’t start what? I’m not doing anything.” She smacked her lips in mock innocence, studying you with the same sharp gaze that had been picking you apart since you were kids. She caught the way your shoulders tensed, the way your fingers twitched in your lap, the way your eyes darted to the side like you were searching for an escape route.

“Are you talking to anyone yet?”

There it was. That word. Yet.

Like it was only a matter of time. Like you were supposed to be in a constant state of waiting for something to happen. For someone to come along and change things.

“There’s no one worth talking to,” you said evenly. “I have my core friends, and that’s it.”

Hana hummed, unconvinced. “Mhm.”

You took a slow breath, steadying yourself. This conversation always made you feel like you were on trial, forced to justify something you weren’t sure needed justification.

Because the truth was, you didn’t know how to explain it. The gnawing feeling that you weren’t the kind of girl guys looked at that way. Not in the way they looked at the girls who got a thousand likes on Instagram, or the ones you overheard them talking about in gaming chats, whispering about what they’d do if they ever got the chance.

You weren’t in those conversations.

You never had been.

And you had made peace with that—until someone like Hana forced you to confront it.

“Yeah, but there’s something different about someone showing you that kind of care,” she continued, twirling in a slow circle like she was dancing with an invisible boyfriend. “Have you even thought about what that could look like for you?”

“No humans in general, just to clarify.” Your voice was flat, but the joke still made her laugh.

“Y/N, come on.” She flopped onto the couch beside you. “You say that like you have all the time in the world. But it wouldn’t kill you to at least be open to it.”

You frowned. “Why does it matter?”

“Because—” Hana hesitated for a second before sighing. “Look, I just don’t want you to go through what I did. Your first guy isn’t going to be Prince Charming, and it’s better to deal with that heartbreak while you still have people around to catch you.”

You knew exactly what she meant. You had spent too many late nights on the phone with her last semester, listening to her cry over some guy who ghosted her the second he made the starting lineup for the football team.

But that wasn’t your reality.

You didn’t have guys lining up, waiting to disappoint you.

You weren’t sure you ever would.

“Yeah, but you say it like I could just find someone willing to do all that,” you muttered. “Isn’t that a little unrealistic?”

Hana studied you for a long moment before smirking. “I don’t think it’s that unrealistic.”

The way she said it made you immediately suspicious.

“I swear to God, if you’re about to suggest—”

“I’m just saying!” She threw her hands up innocently. “You already have someone in your circle who wouldn’t be a bad choice.”

“Gross,” you blurted out before she could even say his name.

She just wiggled her eyebrows at you.

You rolled your eyes, forcing out a laugh, hoping that would be the end of it. The conversation eventually shifted to lighter things—complaining about your stepmom, Hana oversharing about her latest situationship, pouring another round of drinks.

But later, when the house was silent and Hana was asleep beside you, her words kept creeping back into your mind.

Not in the way she meant them.

Not in the romantic way.

Just… the idea of it. The idea of sharing something important with someone you trusted. Someone you knew wouldn’t make fun of you.

And there was only one person in your life who had ever made you feel that safe.

Felix.

You stared up at the ceiling, thoughts twisting and turning, unraveling into something that felt dangerous.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about it before.

The kiss you shared with him wasn’t bad. Maybe too good. Maybe good enough that—

No. Stop.

You exhaled sharply, rolling onto your side, trying to shake the thought.

Felix was your friend. Your best friend. That was all.

And yet, the idea refused to leave.

Would it really be that bad?

Would it really be that complicated?

Would he even go for it?

It was stupid.

It was ridiculous.

It was impossible.

…Right?

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As the days on the calendar began to pass by, Y/N woke up and penciled in the date Felix would be heading to Korea. Approximately two months left. You also penciled in how much more you would have to do to secure those scholarships for the dual major program. You didn’t come from money, and as lovely as your grandparents were, they didn’t have the extra funds to shell out. But you were passionate and wanted to show the world why you were worthy of this and why it was something worth pursuing for you. The only place of solace you found was in your sketchbook, full of draft pieces that you knew would be beautiful one day. That was your drive, and it was a similar drive for Felix as he pursued his career. You were both driven to escape the mundane and take that risk.

One of those nights, like many others, Felix was coming over for a “co-working” session. Focus time on your individual projects, a few drinks from the bottle that Hana had left for you, and gaming. Your usual routine. But for some reason, as you were preparing the snacks, the conversation with Hana haunted you like a persistent thought that wouldn’t go away.

Was this a good time to bring this up? Should I?

The knock from Felix interrupted what could have been a horrible spiral into nothingness for hours. Things proceeded as normal. Felix, yet again, complained that he couldn’t seem to get the pronunciation of certain words right, while you were frustrated with the vision of your lotus flower piece not matching the reality on the paper. Near in unison, it seemed like you both hit your “screw this shit” hours at the same time. Then the drinks started pouring.

“Ugh, I’m so over this,” Felix groaned, slamming the Korean book closed and chugging the rest of the drink you had made for him. His facial expression showed that maybe you had poured a bit too much in that one pour.

“Lol, my bad,” you said, making a face as you chugged your drink down a bit too fast. “But yeah, I’m kinda over being productive today too. Let’s just chill for now. They have that Marvel movie on TV, right?”

You both made it to your room and were subsequently disappointed when you realized that the movie in question was Captain America on repeat again. While the TV was on, no one was paying attention. Your head was resting comfortably on Felix’s lap as you scrolled through Twitter, and his attention was still on that monster he had to continuously grind for again and again. Every other post you saw was a couple planning something for the impending holiday season.

Everyone else is doing it already. Maybe Hana was right? I should just ask him right now. No one’s here, so we can talk candidly.

“Hey, Lix,” you said, your voice casual but your heart racing. “Do you ever think about relationships? Like… dating and stuff?”

Felix paused his game and looked down at you, his brow furrowing slightly. “Uh, yeah, sometimes. Why?”

You shrugged, trying to play it cool. “I don’t know. It’s just… everyone’s always talking about it, you know? And sometimes I feel like I’m missing out or something.”

Felix set his DS aside, his full attention on you now. “Missing out? On what?”

“On… all of it,” you said, gesturing vaguely. “Dating, relationships, sex. I’ve never even had a Valentine, let alone anything else. And I don’t want to end up like Hana, you know? Giving my all to someone who’s just gonna forget about me afterward.”

Felix’s expression softened, and he nodded slowly. “Yeah, I get that. It’s scary, thinking about putting yourself out there like that. But… you don’t want just anyone, you know? It has to be someone who actually matters.”

You looked up at him, your heart pounding. “Exactly.  Especially the sex part, I want it to be with someone I trust. Someone who cares about me. And I know this might sound crazy, but…” You hesitated, your cheeks burning. “What if we had sex?”

Felix blinked, his eyes widening slightly. “huh?”

“Yeah,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I mean, we trust each other, right? And we care about each other. So… why not?”

Felix stared at you for a moment, his mind racing. This is insane. She’s serious? 

He glanced at you, your eyes wide and earnest, and felt his resolve waver. 

But what if it’s not insane? What if it’s… exactly what we both need? 

He shook his head slightly, trying to clear the fog of alcohol and emotion. No, this is a bad idea. It’s too messy. Too complicated.

But then your hand brushed his, and all his logic crumbled. Or maybe… maybe it’s the best idea we’ve ever had.

“You’re a unique kind of insane, you know that?” he said finally, a small smile tugging at his lips. “But honestly… I don’t hate the idea.” He paused, his gaze softening. “I would want it to be with you. Someone I trust.”

You smiled, relief flooding through you. “Yeah, exactly. Well, it’s just an idea right now. If it happens, it happens, right?”

Felix nodded, his smile widening. “Yeah, I agree. Whenever the moment is right, we're both comfortable.”

As the night wore on, the tension between you eased, replaced by the familiar rhythm of your friendship. You laughed, you teased, you talked about everything and nothing. But every now and then, you’d catch Felix looking at you—his gaze soft and thoughtful—and you'd feel that same flutter in your chest.

Eventually, the movie ended, and you both headed to your room, ready to call it a night. You were tired, and so was he, both of you admitting there was no need to work anymore today. Felix had brought over a couple bottles of soju, and now, with a slight buzz humming under your skin, everything felt just a little softer. The bed, the lighting, the air between you—it all felt more open.

You changed into your pajamas and slipped under the comforter. Felix did the same, his back briefly turned to you as he swapped out his clothes. You weren’t proud of how long you looked. But for the first time, you could admit—he really is attractive. He had that boyish charm, sure, but something about him hinted at the kind of man he'd grow into. The kind who would break hearts without meaning to. A quiet, dangerous kind of player.

Still, tonight wasn’t about that.

You were both lying on your sides now, facing each other, breathing the same slow air. His hand rested casually on the bed between you, and without overthinking it, you reached out and laced your fingers with his.

In the low glow of your room, Felix finally saw you. Really saw you. The way your curls spilled effortlessly over your shoulder. The shape of your lips—the ones he couldn’t stop thinking about. The way your skin glowed beneath the soft lighting. And the way you were holding on to him like he was something worth staying close to.

Those dreams he'd been pushing away came rushing back, louder than ever.

Felix looked down at your joined hands, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, slowly, he turned to face you, his eyes searching yours.

“Y/N,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “To be honest, I really could kiss you right now.”

You nodded, your heart pounding. “So do it then.”

Felix hesitated for just a beat, his gaze flickering to your lips and back to your eyes. Then, slowly, he leaned in, closing the distance between you. The kiss was soft at first—tentative, like you were both testing the waters. But then his hand came up to cradle your face, his touch gentle but sure, and the kiss deepened.

It was different from the first time—more confident, more intentional. There was no hesitation, no uncertainty. Just the two of you, caught up in the moment.

Your hands wandered across his skin, hungry and searching. His hands slid up your waist, fingers slipping under the fabric and exposing the soft warmth of your stomach. The scent of your perfume was intoxicating to him, dizzying, and in his mind he could’ve died right there.

You let out a soft, desperate moan. You never really understood why girls went crazy over boys, but something about the way Felix was touching you awakened a craving you didn’t know you had. The way you whispered, the sounds you made—everything sent him spiraling, until he could feel himself stiffen from all the touching and friction.

For both of you, it was almost too much.

When you finally pulled away, you were both breathless, your foreheads resting together. Felix’s thumb gently brushed your cheek, and you could feel the smile on his lips as he spoke.

“So… was that okay?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

You laughed, your face flushing. “Yeah,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “More than okay.”

Felix grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Good.”

You smiled, your heart swelling with affection.

For a moment, you just lay there, the weight of the moment settling between you. But instead of feeling awkward or heavy, it felt... comfortable. Like you’d crossed some invisible line together—and maybe, just maybe, you didn’t want to go back.

If it happens, it happens, you told yourself, trying to ignore how your heart skipped every time your eyes met. But deep down, a quiet voice inside whispered… What if it did?

Felix yawned, and without a second thought, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. It felt natural—like instinct.

In the quiet of the night, just like last time, the two of you shared a few innocent kisses. Soft. Unrushed. Familiar.

It was comforting. No expectations. No pressure.

Just the two of you, living in the now—burden-free.

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Author's Note: Thanks for checking this out. Please let me know what you think

[dephoraowo]

The Wen Remnants were Wei Wuxian's Family

Wei Wuxian had multiple families before. He had his parents, but they died. He had the Jiangs, but they weren't really his family to begin with. He was never treated like a family member in the household, and he never belonged in the family either.

I feel like the real family that he had in his first life were the Wen remnants.

“…Who cares about the broad and bustling highway?” He humphed. “I prefer to follow the single-plank bridge into the darkness… Into! The! …Into the darkness?”

When he sang out the word “darkness,” he suddenly noticed that it wasn’t dark at all. The black summit he always returned to was vastly different tonight.

The area around the few little huts had been swept clean; even the weeds had been pulled. Several round, vibrantly red lanterns hung in the nearby woods, dangling from branches. The lanterns were all handmade. While they were simple and crude, they emitted a warm light that illuminated the pitch-black forest.

The fifty-odd people would usually have finished their meals and holed up in their run-down shacks by now, with the lights extinguished. But tonight, they were all gathered in the most spacious hut. That hut, which consisted of a rooftop held up by eight wooden stakes, could accommodate everyone. The small structure next to it was the “kitchen,” so this had become the dining hall.

He saved them when they were slowly being killed. He did it because it was the right thing to do. And he was the only one who willingly laid down his life for them.

Life may be cruel for them, but they made the most of it with each other.

Wei Wuxian, finding the sight strange, walked over with Wen Yuan under his arm. “Why is everyone here today? Not heading off to bed? It’s so bright with all those lanterns.”

Wen Qing walked out of the kitchen, carrying a plate. “The lanterns were hung for your sake, oh elder one. Let’s make more tomorrow and hang them on the mountain path. It’s not easy to find your way around in the dark. You’ll trip and break a bone one of these days.”

“Come now, even if I break a bone, don’t we have you?” Wei Wuxian said.

“I certainly don’t want to do extra work. It’s not like I get paid for it,” Wen Qing shot back. “If you do break a limb, don’t blame me for bruising you when I set it.”

...

“What, you guys haven’t eaten yet?” Wei Wuxian asked. “Nah. We were waiting for you,” Wen Qing answered.

“Why are you waiting for me? I already ate,” Wei Wuxian said.

As soon as he spoke, he realized he’d made a mistake. Sure enough, Wen Qing slammed a plate onto the table, and the red chili peppers sprinkled over the vegetables bounced with the impact.

“No wonder you didn’t buy anything. You spent everything at a restaurant, didn’t you?” Wen Qing raged. “I’ve only got so much money, and I gave it all to you. Look at how carefree you are with your spending!”

“No! I didn’t…” Wei Wuxian tried explaining himself.

Look at Wen Qing and Wei Wuxian's cute little banter 😆. To me, they are the most iconic duo. The way he trusts Wen Qing to help him out with his injuries is so natural! I bet they were really close to each other. Maybe even as close as siblings!

The other cultivators busied themselves with setting out chopsticks and pouring tea, saving the head seat for Wei Wuxian. Seeing them like this made him feel uncomfortable about accepting the gesture.

Over the past few months, he had been fully aware that the Wens were somewhat afraid of him. These people had heard of his vicious name and his insane deeds during the Sunshot Campaign. They had heard the widespread rumors of the savage, evil ways he took his anger out on people. With their own eyes, they had seen him order corpses to murder the living. In the beginning, old Granny Wen’s legs would shudder nonstop whenever she saw him, and Wen Yuan would hide behind her. It was many days before he dared to slowly approach him.

Although he saved the Wen remnants, they were still terrified of him XD. Guess Wei Wuxian really made a name for himself during the war. But Wei Wuxian didn't hold it against them. He was still kind and gentle towards them, and after some time, they started to warm up to him, to see him as their own, as their family.

But now, those same fifty pairs of eyes were watching him. Although there was still some fear in their gazes, it was the sort of fear attached to respect and reverence. Their eyes also carried a trace of cautiousness, and some intent to ingratiate themselves. However, it was by and large the same gratitude and goodwill that shone in the eyes of the Wen siblings. “Thank you for everything you’ve done, all this time,” Wen Qing said quietly.

They appreciate what Wei Wuxian had done for them and decided to host a feast for him TwT.

“You…are suddenly being nice to me. I’m kind of scared?” Wei Wuxian said.

Wen Qing’s knuckles seemed to briefly crack, and Wei Wuxian immediately shut up. However, she continued her quiet speech.

LOL 🤣🤣🤣. Wen Qing just wants to keep the somber atmosphere and Wei Wuxian can't help but tease her.

“…They’ve always wanted to have a meal with you, and to thank you. But you’re always busy running around or locking yourself up in the Demon-Quelling Cave for days and telling everyone you’re not to be disturbed. They were afraid they would distract you from your work or bother you. They thought you didn’t like to mingle with people and that you didn’t want to talk to them, so they didn’t want to pester you with any attempts at conversation. When A-Ning woke up today, Si-shu said we had to make you sit down for a feast, no matter what… So just sit down, even if you stuffed yourself to bursting earlier today. It’s fine even if you don’t eat. Just sit and chat, have a drink, and that’ll be enough.”

Wei Wuxian was struck silent. Then his eyes lit up. “Drink? There’s booze up here?”

The elder Wens had been watching them nervously, but as soon as they heard him say that, one immediately responded.

“Yeah, yeah. There’s drink.” He passed Wei Wuxian several tightly sealed jugs that had been sitting on the table. “It’s fruit wine. Made from wild fruits picked on the mountain. It’s got some real body to it!”

“Si-shu also loves to drink,” Wen Ning said from where he was crouching by the table. “He knows how to make wine and made those specially for tonight’s dinner. He tried for many days.”

Because he now spoke so slowly, one word at a time, he did not stutter. Si-shu gave an abashed smile but continued to nervously stare at Wei Wuxian.

“Is that so?” Wei Wuxian said. “Then I gotta give it a try!”

He sat down at the table, and Si-shu immediately opened a sealed jug and passed it to him with both hands. Wei Wuxian sniffed it and smiled.

“It does have a pretty nice body!”

The others sat down along with him. After hearing his praise, smiles split their faces as if they had been greatly commended, and they dug in with their chopsticks.

🥹🥹🥹. Such a heartwarming family dinner. I wonder if this is Wei Wuxian's first time having such a dinner. He certainly didn't enjoy the meal whenever a certain Madame was around.

For the very first time, Wei Wuxian paid no attention to the wine’s flavor.

He thought to himself, Follow the path into the darkness…huh?

It wasn’t all that dark.

Suddenly, he felt refreshed and alive.

This act of kindness by the Wens might not seem much to us. But it meant so much to Wei Wuxian. It showed him that even though the road to righteousness is dark, there's always a tiny beam of light shining through. It showed him that there's always hope in the darkest times. And that this time, he's not alone in it anymore. He's got his new family, and that is what's most important.

[kiyo-cant-write]

req for a kinda specific scenario so i hope i can explain it well lol

Reader/(Y/N) x Kalim thingy where you’ve been dating Kalim for a little and while he’s not ashamed of it, he is kinda trying to keep it a secret from his family. When you ask, he’s just vaguely says he’s worried about how they’d react and you assume it’s bc of some taboo. Well, somehow the news gets leaked to his family and all of a sudden, his entire family is sending you gifts and congratulations to Kalim for finding his first spouse. They’re asking Kalim “when’s the wedding,” and that was the actual reason Kalim was so worried about telling them.

kalim keeping his s/o a secret ✧･ﾟ

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Hello anon! I am so sorry this took me so long! I had chronic pain issues and then I sprained my finger?? (Shout out to my dog for that one, she barrelled into my hand! xD)

I really like this scenario! I have my own OC (her name is December!) shipped with Kalim so I like writing him and his sunshine self. But enough about me and my blorbos, this blog isn't about my sillies.

Scarabia isn't my top dorm but I do love them a lot as I love all the cast of twst. I hope I did your (very cute) idea justice, I think you explained it well btw! No worries!

Thank you for requesting!!!

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Summary: [Name] is the partner of Kalim though Kalim insists on keeping it a secret... But. Why is that exactly? Maybe Jamil knows.

TW/CW: None

Notes: established relationship, the reader is Ramshackle Prefect/Yuu, they/them pronouns for the reader

Guest Stars: Jamil Viper, Grim, Najma Viper (mentioned)

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Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim doesn't mean to keep it a secret!

He wants to tell his family! He tells Jamil about it sometimes even though Jamil just sighs and says it's Kalim's decision, not his.

But in the end, he keeps [Name] a secret from the Asims.

He tells [Name] to not post him publically or tell anyone tied to his family about their relationship (except Najma, she knows!)

Kalim knows that it doesn't thrill [Name].. but he doesn't want them to get overwhelmed by his family (he knows they're a lot).

Kalim, though, realizes that this is the wrong course.

It occurs to him when he sees how sad they are...

Jamil tells him that night what happened with [Name].

[Name] had gone to Jamil for relationship advice??

They... they think his family hates them? Disapproves??

What? No no! He has to fix this!

He never wanted to make them sad!

So he comes clean. He tells them why he hid things.

They send a message to his family.... and then the gifts come.

So many that they need an extra treasury (Jamil has a headache)

Kalim can only hope that this quells their worries-

Also, their wedding will be as soon as they graduate.

That's not a request, it's a command from his father and mother.

Kalim had been acting strange. Well, not strange, just... worrying. It hadn't sat well with [Name]. They loved their boyfriend, so much, they didn't want him to be stressed! In fact, Kalim normally wasn't stressed at all. he was one of the most carefree people they could think of, so why was he worried now?

It had all started, [Name] noted, when they had asked Kalim if he would be telling his parents of their relationship. Kalim had seemed nervous for a moment before swiftly changing the subject to whether he should get them more food from the party. Jamil's cooking was always nice, but they had wanted an answer.

It happened more after that, he would dodge the question each time.

Did he... did he not want to tell them?

Why were they only allowed to tell school friends and Najma about it? Why was the only one close to Kalim besides Jamil who who was allowed to know Najma? They liked her, of course, but what about Kalim's family? His siblings? His parents?

They sighed, suddenly not wanting to continue their studying. Putting down their pen, they packed a back and turned towards the stairway that led to the bedrooms.

"Grim! Want to come on a field trip?" they shouted.

Some clattering was heard before Grim emerged, coming up next to them and nodding. Something about there being good food out there to eat and that being much better than napping or homework.

"I can't wait to eat something!" Grim cried out on the way to the main building, "We haven't had anything super good today!"

"We're not going for the food," they reminded, walking towards the mirror that led to Scarabia's dormitory, "But you can try Jamil."

"Are you sure, nya? Jamil always says 'no' when I ask."

"I'm sure you can try, but you know how he is."

It was bright and hot in Scarabia, that was how it always was. There was plenty of sand and a startling amount of elephants for Kalim's parades, something that [Name] enjoyed and that was a staple from the Scalding Sands (Jamil had explained that much).

Walking into the main lounge, they spotted Jamil helping some underclassman with their homework. Kalim was not present. The time to act was now. They walked forward and plopped down next to the long-haired boy.

"Hi, Jamil!" they greeted, not noticing him jolt at first.

"[Name]? Hello," Jamil said, composing himself, "Did you need something?"

That was how he was, always straight to business. As Kalim's servant and his partner, Jamil and [Name] had spent enough time with each other to be familiar with each other's mannerisms.

"I wanted your advice... if you have the time. It's about Kalim," they told him, watching as Jamil distanced from the students he was helping to listen to them, "I think Kalim is embarrassed by me."

Jamil gave a bit of a surprised look their way.

"Kalim, embarrassed by you? That seems unlikely. Nothing embarrasses him, I should know... I've had a share to pay for that trait of his..."

[Name] nodded in understanding and Jamil continued.

"But as you do not lie, you think that he is upset by something?" Jamil asked, "And. What brought this up?"

[Name] hesitated but revealed the reason why after a moment.

"He won't... tell anyone outside of school and Najma about us..."

"Ah."

Jamil's response was a bit lackluster.

"Does that mean that the Asims cannot know about us? Do they hate me? I know you said Kalim's family is very powerful..."

[Name] was giving themself considerable anxiety with the thoughts.

"They are. House Asim is one of the most powerful families in our nation... That said, I do not think they would disapprove of you. As rigid as they can be, they want Kalim to be happy... in the end."

"I see... So then... why?" [Name] asked.

What did it all mean? Was Kalim not upset with them?

"I will speak to Kalim. Does that solve it?"

"I mean..."

"Good, we shall leave it at that for now," Jamil cut [Name] off.

"Alright. Thank you, Jamil..." [Name] told him.

"Of course, you are the partner to my Master, I owe this to you."

Jamil offered a rare smile toward [Name], an expression that comforted them. Jamil was capable after all, if he was sure... Then it would all work out in the end.

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[Name] had been unsure if Jamil speaking to Kalim had worked. The next day nothing seemed different about Kalim. He was his typical happy self, running up to them to envelop them in a big hug.

"[NAME]!!" he called out to them, nuzzling against their shoulder.

"Kalim?? Hi!" [Name] greeted, a bit confused by the sudden embrace that was tighter than usual, almost desperate.

"I'm so sorry," Kalim began, baffling [Name] once more.

"What?"

[Name] blinked in surprise, unsure how to proceed.

"I didn't know it was hurting you! You even had to ask Jamil for help," Kalim told them, brows furrowed, "I never wanted to cause you any stress, I love you so much, I'm very sorry I didn't notice."

It clicked. Jamil must have said something intense.

"So Jamil talked to you?"

Kalim nodded.

"Yeah! So I came here as soon as I could to tell you the truth!"

[Name] paused. Poor Jamil.

"Does Jamil know you're here?"

"Maybe!" came the answer from Kalim.

"Kalim..."

"He'll be fine, he's prepping food at the moment!"

"Party?" [Name] asked, knowing the answer.

"Party!!"

"Well, then..." [Name] began, "Let's talk inside, okay?"

They led Kalim into Ramshackle's living room and sat down on the couch, gesturing to the spot next to him. Kalim sat down instantly, not one to turn down that kind of invitation.

"So, continue?" [Name] prompted him.

"Right! I'm so so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you. My family doesn't think badly of you, I promise... they're just... a lot??" Kalim explained, gesturing a bit as he did as if unsure how to explain properly.

"You..." [Name] was surprised by glad to hear his words, "You aren't hiding me from them because they disapprove?"

"What?? No!! They will love you! They will love you... a lot. And I know you said lots of things at once are overwhelming and I didn't want you to get overwhelmed by them so I said not to tell them... And. Sorry!!"

Kalim's apology explanation came out in a jumble of words.

"Huh..."

So that's why. It was relieving to hear. They don't hate [Name].

"Are you okay? Can I do something to make it up to you?" Kalim asked them, leaning closer, "I want to make it up to you."

"Hmmm" [Name] thought, "Why don't we tell your family?"

"Ahh??? Okay! Just remember they are... intense, haha!"

Kalim seemed to be back to his happy self now.

"Alright... I think I am ready for that!" [Name] agreed.

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24 hours later, perhaps [Name] was not ready to be perceived by the Asims. On the Main Street of campus, an elephant was being led to the school building followed by a caravan full of trunks.

What?? HUH??

"Kalim, what's that?" they asked, gesturing to the parade.

"That is your welcome gift!" Kalim cheered.

"My what? The trunks?"

[Name] was floored.

"The elephant and everything in the trunks!"

"Why?" [Name] asked, looking between her schoolmates and her boyfriend in confusion, "What did I do to earn an elephant??"

"You're a member of the family so you must have everything an Asim would have," Jamil commented, sighing at the sight of the parade (something he would have to smooth over, surely).

"Where am I even going to put it, Kalim?" [Name] asked him.

"You can store things in Scarabia if you'd like!"

"Kalim, don't offer things without asking me first."

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Imagine the rest for yourself~

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[atalienart]

What are your tips on improving writing?

I don't think I'm at the level to give such tips. I myself try to read a lot of different books and learn from the authors that way. I watch youtube writing channels that talk about story structure, character development, or give advice how to improve prose and what to avoid. It's good to have someone who can look at your writing and give some feedback too. Also, I write. After some time, when I go back to my writing, I can see the mistakes better.

I can share some things that I've learnt from others and I think are good advice, for example:

use strong verbs (the person may walk but may also stroll, march or tiptoe);

there are more interesting verbs than to be;

weave description into action (The building was big. She walked towards it. ➜ She lifted her head as the stone walls grew before her. or He took the book in his hand nervously. He was tall, had brown hair and was wearing glasses. ➜ He reached for the high shelf without an effort. Book in hand, he pushed glasses up his nose to read the title - "Magic spells to improve writing." "This is it," he murmured, nervously running fingers through his brown hair.) (or some shit like that);

write sentences of different length so they don't sound monotonous;

If you want to write quick scenes. Short sentences. Actually. Make them slower. Why? Because periods. Are. Long. Pauses. xD

leave the most important words for the end of the sentence (He was thinking about the woman, while drinking his tea. ➜ He was drinking his tea, thinking about the woman.)

avoid filter words like hear, feel, see, etc. (She heard the noise that startled her. ➜ The noise startled her. or She was startled by the noise. or She jumped at the noise.)

be careful with time shifts (She noticed him behind the trees and smiled. Her beautiful monster. She runs to him and takes his hand and all of a sudden everything is all right. "Where is your hat?" she asks, but he just stares at her. He's always been a monster of few words, soft and quiet, but the lack of answer still surprised her. - is this present or past tense? confusion)

every scene should have a purpose - advance the plot, develop the character, add some conflict; ideally it will do all these things;

white room syndrom is bad - avoid;

use as many characters as you need; if one character can do the work of two, you need only one, scrap the other;

every character should want something!

give a character a desire, fear and misbelief;

Here are some of them. I hope they're useful. (They were useful for me even if I write in Polish :)) Of course some of these are optional but I think they make my writing better. I read somewhere that you should write only necessary words, so I'm trying to go by this rule. This is rather hard btw xD