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The avatar fandom is one of those places where you have about 5 months around the film’s release where there is like 20 fics a minute and then complete radio silence until the next film releases 2000 decades later.

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MK/Kobeni!Reader + Reaction to fighting style

Reader has Kobeni's personality, but is gender neutral || No Chainsaw Man spoilers || No LMK spoilers besides using the "Noodles or Death" episode from S1 ||

You’re often seen as a coward to people and enemies but as you continue to hang with MK and his family, you begin to build a tolerance. It doesn’t stop you from being afraid though, you just kinda accept the shenanigans it comes with dating MK.

MK just can’t hold in his compliments and praises about you, you’re practically swimming in it—DROWNING. Monkey King has a tally board on how many times you’ve been brought up during hangouts/training. (It’s in the hundreds.)

While you usually don't have issues with MK's hyperactivity and fast-paced infodumps, you sometimes have to ask him to slow down so you don’t get overwhelmed.

You’re not as touchy touchy as he is and he knows it, but you tell him that it’s okay and that you like his hugs. Expect hugging. It’s mandatory at this point, not to mention emotional post-adventure tackles that will leave you on the floor.

He's also a fan of hand holding, not only as another subject of touch, but to keep each other grounded. He might make a small comment about your hand being super sweaty when your nervous or afraid, but that doesn't deter him from holding firm.

Also expect to hear the million forms of Monkey King media that this boy has injected into his brain, his drawings included. You don’t mind it though and he encourages you to ask questions to him or Tang if wanted. Heck— he’ll take you to see his mentor right now!

Speaking of monkey business— knowing your boyfriend is the successor to the Great Sage is worrying to you. Sure, it’s your nature at this point, but you can’t help but blabber as you bandage his arms and clean his wounds. He listens to you and assures you that he’ll be okay, holding your hands as he soothes your worries with a smile on his face. He’s open and honest!

You’re more on the emotional side. Sandy notes to the team that you’re more expressive about the adventures and the demons you’re told about. One drop of sweat and you’re asked if you want to be taken back home, to which you have to stutter out that you’ll be fine (Spoiler alert, you’re 10 seconds away from vomiting).

 You show your fear when it’s at its peak, but sometimes you’re able to pull yourself together— And by that I mean Pigsy has to get on your case to cool it. “You’re not gonna die!” (That makes things worse. Your tears are fountains at this point.)

Words of affirmation are your merit: “You’re doing great!”, “You’ve got this!”, “Nice dodging!”. MK is always willing to give you the support you need to keep moving. You have to be told you’ll be okay when you’re involved with this team’s adventures full of demons, timely legends, literally the majority of HEAVEN. You’re shaking in place, really.

Sandy and Mo are like your emotional therapy partners. Sandy offers you tea to help calm your nerves and recommends meditation sessions together. Mo is your emotional support animal when he’s in your line of vision and he doesn’t mind, pawing at you when he hears your breath and heartbeat pick up. You sometimes squeeze him too hard and he has to wriggle to get your attention and let him catch a breath.

Mei adores you; You two are practically siblings in her eyes, her “Best friend-in-law”. She loves taking you shopping (that she pays for), getting food (that she pays for), and posts on her stories about the two of you. Silly filters are a must, so be warned. She teases about you and MK’s relationship in a lighthearted tone and edits your photos in this exaggerated love-dovey style for her followers to see. “Aww you two are so cuteeee~!”

If you guys ever broke up, she’d be in despair. I’d say longer than MK. Even he’d have to comfort her on the fact that it was mutual.

Pigsy and Tang are a bit surprised by your personality.

“I guess opposites really do attract.” Tang comments.

Pigsy will always stay on MK’s case on treating you right whilst Tang is questioning you and MK’s relationship. Of course they accept you and the next thing you know, Pigsy’s showing you the amount of baby photos of MK and Tang is showing MK’s drawings of TJTTW from when he was a kid.

If you continue to stay in this family long enough there’s a good chance Pigsy will teach you the recipe to his noodles and other menu items, just sayin’.

Wukong just finds you two adorable, he HAS to tease you two all the time. 

MK gets a call from you during training? “Tell’em I said hi, bud!”. 

You bring MK something he forgot from home? “D’AWWW! Your partner’s makin’ sure your all set!” He coos as he presses his palms to his cheeks

Going in for a hug or a quick peck? “When’s the wedding happenin’—”

“WILL YOU CUT IT OUT!?”

Wukong may tease you for fun but that doesn’t mean he won’t care for your safety and offers up lessons for you. MK of course is gonna spiel on how he’ll be the one to protect you, but Wukong is gonna tell him to be realistic and that you’ll have to know when to throw a punch when you’re on your own, to which MK accepts a bit solemnly. It’s up to you whether or not you’ll accept.

MK’s enemies see you as an easy target with the way they’ve seen you act on these adventures, so they believe that kidnapping you and using you as leverage to lure the Great Sage’s successor would be as easy as taking candy from a baby. But despite your shaky nature and fear of demons, you have a lot more skills than meets the eye. 

Your fighting style

You never really showed your fighting style in a “serious” manner despite the scenarios you’ve been in so far, opting in defense and barely dodging all the attacks and debris that were thrown your way. Even if you accepted training, you knew that there was a limit to how much harm was truly done to you. But let’s say you had no other choice or decided to toss your fear aside for the better.

SpiderQueen had just taken you, Pigsy, and Tang hostage into her home for consumption. Of course, of all people, you’re shaking and crying like an absolute maniac and SQ is practically laughing at your misery as tears flow down your face, roughly grabbing your face with her manicured nails.

“Poor Monkie Kid’s heart is gonna shatter in two when he finds his partner’s bones in my soup!”

"Insert an even louder sob."

Fast forward towards being saved and attempting to escape on Sandy’s boat— only to be harshly pulled back by a spider string and tossed to the wall with great impact, leaving you dizzy. SQ is berating you for being such awful guests— how DARE you attempt to leave as she took the time to prepare dinner for you all!?

Everyone in the team is calling out for you to run, dodge, get up! Do anything as SQ’s claw goes down to strike you! But you don’t do either— which takes not only SQ by surprise, but the rest of MK’s team as you grab hold of the sharpened claw and push against it with sudden strength.

Your fight against SQ is almost something out of a movie as you quickly dodge her attacks and use your surroundings as your offense. You’d usually be dodging every blow at the speed of light or someone on the team would be carrying you under their arms as they escaped harm’s way, but this was nothing you’ve ever done. Even your aura alone felt different.

You’re able to run up one of her legs and deliver a swift, hearty kick to her face, leaving her to attempt to use her webs to stick you to the wall. It works, but you utilize it as your swing, and use the ends to attach it to a rock as a makeshift weapon. You counter her attacks and are able to send it back twice as hard without breaking focus. By the time the fight is over the cave is near collapsing, so the team takes the time to pick you up and escape on Sandy’s boat.

When you’re out of harm’s way, the questions are dropped onto you within seconds: 

“WHEN WERE YOU ABLE TO FIGHT LIKE THAT!?” 

“THAT WAS SOOO COOL!” 

“HOW DID YOU DO THAT?? WHEN WERE YOU ABLE TO DO THAT??”

“INCREDIBLE!”

You say it’s hard to explain, like it was this sort of instinct that took over your body. Your defense was pure luck and care from others but your offense was just something that clicked out of nowhere for you. Even you can’t understand it.

As you guys were going back, you remembered the fact that Pigsy never got his ingredients, so you discreetly bolted (thanking Mei as a distraction) to the nearest open store and bought the ingredients Pigsy had listed when he took you and Tang to the market. You came back just in time and lifted the plastic bag in front of the pig demon, who looked at you in surprise.

“I realized we never got your ingredients because of our situation with S-SpiderQueen… I hope I got all the things you needed, Pigsy.”

Pigsy’s face turns stone serious as he ducks his head down, his fist tightening on the bag’s handle. He walks over to MK and puts a hand on his shoulder before looking up at him, a single tear on the verge of falling from his eye. “Kid, you better marry this one.”

“YOU TOO!?” MK yells, face flushed red.

Either way, praise is showered on you as you all are taken back to Pigsy’s and given a fresh bowl of noodles. MK is practically fused to your side as he gushes about how amazing you were despite your fear “A lot better than how I acted earlier, hah haaa….!”

You dug into your noodles and thought back on your fight with SQ. You can’t help but feel proud knowing you stood up for not only yourself but your friends and, at this point, family. You’re still not sure of how this sudden rush of strength flowed into you during the battle… but maybe it’s time for you to improve that sort of skillset and take Monkey King’s offer for training. After all, this was just the beginning.

𖦹— I am all for communicating about writing character traits and criticism! Please do let me know how you feel if you'd like! ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

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Kiss kiss fall in love ~ 🎵 sorry 😋

Ps : some people will recognize the song !!! …. 😆

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Bzzz 🐝 hey it's still me 🐝🐝 here's my second request 🐝🐝🐝

Okay so. Stupid idea I giggled about yesterday at 3am. Polysaja x reader, right? And reader is in a silly mood, coming up with names for this strange thing they got going on.

"Ah yes. Just me, myself, and my five lovers. My Herd of Husbands. My Pride of Partners. Make way for my Circle of concubines."

And it just doesn't stop. I have a few more but I think the most ridiculously fitting is the Congregation of Cucks. You're welcome.

Thank you for the request! Your ideas were so funny that i had to use them lol. Here you go!💌

🌙Saja Boys — The Naming of Boyfriends

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It started with a perfectly innocent couch sprawl and a few too many metaphors.

You were lying upside down on the couch, feet hooked over the back cushions, head dangling off the edge. Jinu had long since learned not to question your blood circulation decisions, but your words—your words still stopped him cold.

"Me and my Pride of Partners," you said wistfully, eyes unfocused like a noblewoman mourning a war long lost. “My Loyal Legion. My Brood.”

Jinu froze in place at the kitchen counter. “Your... your what?”

“My Brood,” you repeated with regal confidence, reaching dramatically toward the ceiling. “Because truly, what else could I call you five? We nest. We bond. You all look vaguely like you'd kill someone for me.”

Jinu blinked. “I—thank you?”

He tried to walk away, but you kept going.

“My Fellowship of Fiancés. My Bridal Battalion.”

“You haven’t even proposed to us,” he pointed out, grabbing a cup of tea like that might protect him.

“Minor detail,” you said, still upside down. “The vibe is there.”

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And somehow, the delusion only grew stronger when you migrated to the floor with Abby.

The both of you were cuddled under a blanket, your head on his thigh while he meticulously peeled an orange. The TV played in the background—something educational about wildlife.

You sat up suddenly. “Hey Abby.”

“Mmh?”

“If we were lions,” you said, eyes twinkling, “you’d totally be part of my pride.”

He paused mid-peel. “Like… ‘Pride’ pride? Of lions?”

You nodded. “Exactly. I’d be the head lioness. The rest of you are like, my hot mates who hang around and fight jackals for me.”

Abby tried very hard not to laugh. “So Jinu is a lion?”

“Jinu is a scruffy desert-dwelling scholar lion. Mystery’s the spooky one who just appears and disappears. Baby’s the young one trying to fight everything. Romance is the flashy, flirty lion who pretends not to care.”

“And me?”

“You’re the tank. You take down buffalo.”

Abby gave up and laughed, orange slice halfway to his mouth. “You’re so weird,” he said affectionately. “I love you.”

“I love my Pride,” you declared, arms wide. “My Fearsome Furries.”

“You’re banned.”

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Of course, things escalated further once you had a captive Mystery, who was lying on your lap while you braided his hair, half-dozing, catlike and quiet.

“Hey Mystery.”

A soft hum. That was his version of ‘yes?’

“I’ve decided I need a collective noun for all of you.”

Another pause.

“I’ve tried herd, flock, pack, squad. But none of them feel right, you know?”

He opened one eye.

You grinned. “How do you feel about… a Congregation of Cucks?”

He stared.

You beamed.

His gaze narrowed.

“I just think it’s funny,” you said, continuing to braid his hair like you hadn’t just detonated a verbal bomb. “Because none of you are cucks, obviously. Except maybe Romance when I flirt with the barista. But it’s the irony that sells it.”

Mystery slowly pulled your blanket over his face and vanished beneath it.

“Come on,” you cooed, tugging the edge. “Don’t hide. My Little Cuckling.”

A muffled grunt emerged.

You weren’t sure, but it might’ve been laughter.

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By the time you were in front of the mirror with Romance, the naming spree had developed a dangerous momentum.

He was in the middle of curling your hair when you peeked at him through the mirror.

“Hey,” you said sweetly. “Question.”

“Anything for you, darling.” He tilted your chin gently to reach a new section.

“What do you think of being part of my Reverse Harem?”

He blinked. “I… would say that feels fairly accurate.”

You snorted. “No hesitation?”

He gave you a knowing smile in the mirror. “Well. I’m beautiful, mysterious, loyal, and dramatic. All the qualifications are met. As long as I’m the favorite—”

“I was thinking you’re more like the comic relief,” you said with a straight face.

He stopped mid-curl. “Excuse me?”

“You know. Every Reverse Harem has the one guy who’s all charm but no rizz. That’s you.”

He dropped the curler.

“You wound me.”

“‘My Cluster of Clowns,’” you said dreamily, putting your hand over your heart. “Led by Romance, the Fool King.”

He looked betrayed. But he still kissed your cheek and kept curling.

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Baby, of course, only fueled the madness when he didn’t immediately shut it down.

You were both sitting on the kitchen floor, surrounded by snack wrappers. 

“I’ve been thinking,” you said, mouth full.

“Oh no,” Baby muttered.

“Me. Five guys. All vaguely obsessed with me. It’s basically a cult, right?”

He glanced up. “Are you saying you’re the cult leader?”

“Absolutely. I’d look amazing in a long robe. And you all already follow me around like you’re afraid I’ll die if left unattended.”

Baby grinned. “You would die. You ate expired pudding last week.”

“It was still jiggly!”

“That’s not a defense.”

You leaned in close, eyes wide with mock seriousness. “Tell me, Brother Baby… do you have faith in me?”

He stared. “I can’t believe you made me part of your personality-based boyfriend cult.”

“Congregation,” you corrected. “Of Cucks.”

He cackled, nearly snorting marshmallow out his nose.

You leaned back, satisfied. “My work here is done.”

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Later that night, you gathered them all in the living room and stood on the coffee table with a notepad.

“Ahem,” you began. “After much thought, I’ve narrowed it down to the top candidates for our official group title.”

Five demon boyfriends stared at you with varying levels of interest and dread.

You cleared your throat.

“A Pride of Partners.” “My Bridal Battalion.” “The Reverse Harem Dream Team.” “The Brood.” “The Fellowship of Fiancés.” “Circle of Concubines.” “Cluster of Clowns.” “Congregation of Cucks.” “Poly Pocket.” (you winked here)

There was a long silence.

Romance applauded you.

Abby held up a sign that just said “please stop.”

Jinu whispered to himself, “We need a PR team.”

Mystery vanished halfway through the list.

Baby was already making a banner that said Congregation of Cucks '25: One Braincell, Five Demons, Infinite Problems.

“Perfect,” you said brightly. “Unanimous vote. Welcome to the Congregation.”

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M-List

Taglist: @honey-and-sweetdreams @lyunsafebubble @reixtsu @ghostiiess @kpopmultistans @viktor-enjoyer @ash-creationz

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hate it when im searching for x reader fics and everyone is horny like i just want my angst before sleeping rest with the smuts please

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Interviewer: "So Johnny, is there any special lady in your life?" The audience made a teasing noise.

Johnny: "Well usually I like to keep a bit of mystery. But sadly ladies, there is someone special already." The audience let out a disappointed noise. Meanwhile, M/n sat on the couch in the Baxter building watching the interview on the tv. "Yeah, that's right ladies. He's MINE."

Herbie: "BeeBoop." M/N: "That's right, Herbert."

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Queen of the Barrel

pairing: kaz brekker x fem!wife!reader

genre: fluff with hints of hurt comfort

requested? yes

el's thoughts: i feel like this is so ooc... and it's kinda bothering me, but once i finished it i couldn't figure out how to write it differently... so i hope it's enjoyable either way haha

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The news came quietly.

No fanfare. No planning. Just a missed period, a hidden test in their private quarters, and Y/N sitting on the edge of the clawfoot tub in the dim bathroom of the Slat, staring at the result as her hands trembled.

Tears pooled in her eyes—not out of fear, but out of sheer disbelief and awe. She’d never thought she'd have this with him. With Kaz. Not just the king of the Barrel, but the boy she'd known since childhood, the boy who’d built walls taller than any in Ketterdam—and slowly, painfully, let her through them.

Pregnant.

She was pregnant. With Kaz Brekker’s child.

He’d never touched anyone skin-to-skin. Not without pain. But he touched her. Her face, her arms, her hips. He held her at night with bare hands like he’d trained himself just for her. And now—

He was going to be a father.

She didn’t plan to cry, but when she stepped out of the bathroom, clutching the test, Kaz immediately looked up from his desk like he felt her shift in energy.

Kaz stared down at it, expression unreadable for a beat too long.

His brow furrowed. “Y/N?”

She didn’t speak. Just walked over, slowly, and handed him the test.

Then—softly, surprisingly gently—he looked up. “...You’re sure?”

She nodded, lip trembling. “I didn’t mean for it to happen this way, Kaz. I just—”

Before she could finish, his gloved hand reached out to grip hers, and the other—bare—found her cheek.

He didn’t speak right away. Just looked at her. The ghost of something rare tugged at the corners of his mouth. “We keep it between us. For now,” he said, voice low. “Ketterdam doesn’t get this part of you. Of us. Not yet.”

She nodded, and he pressed his forehead to hers.

It was the only part of the Barrel where he ever felt safe.

~

A month later, her baby bump was still hidden beneath her fitted waistcoat and silk blouse, but Kaz’s eyes always found her figure in a crowd. Watching. Calculating. Guarding.

Y/N had been laughing at the Crow Club bar with Jesper and Inej, a rare easy moment in a world that never stopped spinning. Wylan was somewhere sketching, Nina was dancing with her drink, and for once, she felt like she could just breathe.

Until he came stumbling in.

Drunk. Loud. New to the city, judging by the way he looked at her like she was anyone but Kaz Brekker’s wife.

Jesper noticed it first. His shoulders stiffened. Inej’s hand inched toward a dagger.

The man swayed forward with a grin. “Heard about you,” he slurred, eyes raking over Y/N in a way that made her stomach churn. “The Queen of the Barrel, huh? Gotta say, not what I expected. You’re…softer.”

Y/N’s smile dropped. “Walk away. Now.”

But the man didn’t listen. Instead, he reached forward, slow and unsteady—his hand moving toward her stomach.

The entire room froze.

Because the sound of Kaz Brekker’s cane striking the floor echoed like a thunderclap.

Click. Tap. Click. Tap.

The crowd parted instantly, tension slicing through the club like a knife through silk.

Kaz moved with terrifying calm, his face unreadable, gloved hand tight around his cane. But the hand not holding it?

Bare.

Y/N swallowed as he reached her, that hand slipping around her waist, then possessively over her stomach. The drunk man paled.

Kaz’s voice was low, venomous. “You must be new.”

The drunk man stumbled back. “I—I didn’t know she was with you, I didn’t know—”

“You knew who she was,” Kaz said sharply. “You knew enough.”

With a sharp gesture of his cane, the Dregs guards were on the man in seconds. He was dragged out by his collar, yelling, screaming, until a punch to the gut shut him up for good. The sounds of his beating were muffled by the music restarting—but no one in the Crow Club dared look at Y/N the same after that.

Kaz kept his hand on her stomach. He didn’t speak to anyone. Just guided her to the booth in the corner like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.

~

Y/N was asleep when Kaz left the room.

He stood at the door for a moment longer than usual, watching the steady rise and fall of her breathing. One of her hands rested over the soft swell of her stomach, and Kaz felt something stir in his chest he still didn’t quite have words for.

He stepped out quietly, closing the door with care, and made his way downstairs to the Slat’s common room. It was late, but the Crows kept odd hours—Jesper and Wylan were curled on the couch, Inej was at the table polishing her knives, and Nina was half-asleep in the chair near the fire.

The warmth in the room contrasted the cool weight of the words Kaz had come to share.

Jesper noticed him first. “You’re up. Everything alright?”

Kaz nodded once, slowly. He stepped into the center of the room, gloved hands relaxed at his sides. There was no cane slam, no dramatics. Just him, standing in the quiet.

“I need to tell you something,” he said, and every head in the room turned toward him.

He met their eyes one by one. “Y/N is pregnant.”

Jesper blinked. “Wait—what?”

Kaz didn’t waver. “She’s pregnant. We found out about a month ago. We decided to keep it between us for a while.”

Nina sat up straighter, her expression softening. “How is she?”

“Tired,” Kaz said. “A little overwhelmed. But… good.” His voice gentled even further. “She’s happy.”

Wylan smiled, warm and genuine. “And you?”

Kaz paused. Then, almost imperceptibly, he nodded. “I didn’t think I’d have something like this. Not with the way I am. But she’s changed what I thought I knew about myself. And now, she’s carrying something we never imagined we’d get to have.”

Inej looked at him with something close to quiet awe. “You trust her that deeply.”

“I always have,” Kaz said. “Even before I understood that’s what it was.”

Jesper looked between them all, then gave a soft laugh. “You’re going to be a dad.”

There was something different about hearing it said out loud. But Kaz didn’t flinch or brush it off. He let the words hang in the air.

“I am,” he said. “We both are. And it means everything to me.”

Silence lingered again—not out of shock, but out of the rare, beautiful quiet that only came when something sacred was being shared.

Wylan tilted his head. “Why now? Why tell us tonight?”

Kaz glanced toward the stairs. “Someone touched her today. Someone who didn’t know better—or didn’t care to. And for a moment, it reminded me that this city may respect her, but it doesn’t always protect her. I wanted you to know what she’s carrying. I know you already look out for her. But now…”

He trailed off, not needing to finish.

Nina stood and crossed the room, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “We’ll be there for her. For both of you.”

Jesper grinned. “I’m already picking out tiny suits. No one can stop me.”

Kaz finally—finally—let a faint smile ghost across his face.

“I don’t expect anything from you,” he said. “Just… be who you already are. That’s more than enough.”

Inej’s voice was soft. “You’re going to be a good father, Kaz.”

He didn’t respond right away. But he looked toward the hallway, toward the place where she was resting, and said, more to himself than to them:

“I’ll try.”

And with that, he turned and walked back upstairs—quieter now, lighter in step.

Back to her.

Back to home.

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Let me just remind you guys that...

AI fanfiction is not fanfiction

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Murtagh “no one owns me” Thornsrider finding someone he loves and trusts so much he eventually tells them “I’m yours” ashsmlsjdnjakdnndjsbdbbd *falls over*

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So, what happens when the websites get vandalised? Do the Internet humans get drawn on or is it only their books/pages that get affected.

Or does someone just paint on their walls?

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This is cannon now. I'm making it cannon. Every time someone adds some stupid shit on a wikipedia article, wikipedia's gotta come in and clean up after. They get so tired of this shit man...

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Small continuation of This

Do you ever think about digital decay? How old information fades so quickly from our collective consciousness nowadays? Ever think that when these servers expire, our history will be lost as well? Ever think about how the Internet Archive fights endlessly against entropy to preserve humanity's presence? Ever think about Tumblr's place in all this, as one of the old guard with a still living core?

Yeah, me too

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ay im back from the dead!!

i was part of @superbatbigbang2025 this year and drew art for @mittens-10's fic bonding over spilled drinks, betaed by @batblobinarobe! wish i had time to draw every single time clark and bruce meet in the fic, but here's two moments

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Johnny Likes.. (J.S.)

Synopsis: Johnny Storm loves space. Johnny Storm loves women. Johnny Storm is discovering that he also loves men Tags/Warnings: Johnny Storm/M!Reader, no y/n used, painter!Reader, set post movie, first kiss, Johnny on a sexuality journey, flirting, banter, Word Count: 2415 Notes: Definitely gonna be writing more of him, but wanted to be self indulgent with a male reader for my first go

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Johnny Storm is a brand as much as a man, and two of the things that the public knows about him for sure are his love for space, and his love for women. He didn’t exactly make a secret of it, why should he after all? He was absently scrolling socials one day, looking up mentions of his own name of course, when he came across a series of posts that tilted his world upside down.

“Idk I’m just waiting for him to come out. Women and space, he’s 2/3”

“This is bi culture”

“I bet he already fucks men bts and nobody knows about it yet”

What?

He turned off his phone after that, and took Franklin to the park. Then when he got home, he bothered Reed in the lab, harassed Ben while he shaved, took care of his nephew while Sue showered. When family dinner rolled around, all eyes were on him.

“What’s wrong with you today?” Ben asked, and Johnny almost physically startled. “I don’t know what you mean.” He replied, faux casual, and exactly nobody at the table believed him. Franklin kicked and spluttered in disbelief too. “Try that again.” Sue said with a judgemental look only a mother could muster. “I just saw a post about me earlier, and I needed to get off my phone.” He dismissed with an easy shrug. Each of them had experienced that before, whether the post was cruel, lustful, or something else, they’d all had to take that break from social media before.

“Anything we need to be worried about?” Reed asked, lifting the baby spoon to Franklin’s lips. “Nah. I’m good.” Johnny dismissed with a wave of his hand. Nobody was convinced of that just yet, but they let him off the hook for now. Some things just messed with you more than other.

You were spending your day at the park, an easel set in front of you with a brand new canvas, a fold out stool beneath you and a small fold out table beside you for your paints. It was a lovely day, the sun shining enough to cast the greenery in perfect light and keep you warm without burning you, and the children were out in droves to play. It was a sweet sight. Your trousers already had paint on them, sweat gathering at the back of your neck where it was shaved short, but none of it bothered you, you were far too focused on your canvas.

When you’d finished loosely sketching the greenery, you moved to picking people at the park to add, to give the image life, and spotted none other than Johnny and Sue storm, with baby Franklin. You figured that made a perfect centerpiece. Something about heroes also being human. You sketched them there, taking a little longer than necessary to sketch Johnny holding baby Franklin, admiring him more than memorising him. So what if you’d had a little bit of a parasocial crush on Johnny Storm for a while? You knew it was never happening, so it didn’t have any sort of real effect on your life, just your art. It helped that prints of Johnny sold well.

Finally, you lost yourself in the brush strokes, glancing up occasionally to be sure you were accurately capturing a colour or just to take in the beauty of what you were attempting to capture. So, when a kid ran by and knocked over your table of paints, laughing at what he’d done, you were stunned. The paints knocked your easel as they fell, and though you were able to stop it and the canvas from falling, you weren’t able to prevent the paint from splashing across what you’d worked on so far.

You were stunned.

It took a moment to calm the instant burst of anger that flodded through you, but you weren’t going to lose your temper at a small child. You righted your table, picked up your paints, adjusted everything and sighed at your empty water pot. It looked like you were done for the day.

After that was all done, you’d planned to approach the kid’s caretaker to discuss what their child had done, but when you scanned the park to find the kid, he was being scolded already. By Johnny. You walked over almost in a daze, and caught the end of the lecture that he was giving. “And it doesn’t feel good when something you were working hard on gets ruined, does it? So I think it’s best you apologise.” You stepped up beside Johnny, who greeted you with a smile, not startled to find you there. “Sorry, Mr. I didn’t mean to ruin your painting.” The kid mumbled, and you sighed. A paint covered hand reached out and ruffled his hair, and he beamed up at you. “You’re alright kid. Go on, run off home or to whoever’s looking after you.” He nodded quickly and ran off, likely starstruck that he’d spoken to Johnny Storm.

“Thanks for that, you didn’t have to.” You said, and Johnny shrugged. “We were kinda hoping to see the finished product, me and Sue, we saw you setting up but we didn’t want to disturb you.” He replied, and you hummed. “I can salvage it, but I probably won’t be able to get the same view tomorrow to finish it off, so the capture won’t be perfect.” He hummed. “I’m sure it’ll be good anyway.” He then said, and if you didn’t know better, you’d have thought he almost sounded shy.

“Well, thanks again. I’m going to take all my stuff home and try to get most of the paint splash off the canvas.” You said, gesturing back at your canvas as you stepped away. “Hey, nothing’s perfect right?” Johnny offered, nodding his goodbye before walking away to rejoin Sue and Franklin. You were struck in that moment by inspiration.

Johnny wasn’t sure what exactly had changed in the time between the end of your interaction with him and getting back to your canvas, but you chose not to leave. Instead, you sat down on your stool again, a bottle of water used to refill your pot, and you began to paint again. Sue eventually decided to take Franklin home, he needed a nap, and he figured he should follow.

In the shower, washing off the day, Johnny rotated the image of you in his mind. You were handsome, well built, a masculine guy but clearly not concerned about whether you were perceived as such, secure in yourself. His internal monologue echoed around his head, repeating the posts he’d seen a few days prior.

But he didn’t like you, right? He’d know if he did. Johnny knew what it felt like when he thought someone was attractive, that drive to impress. So the fact that you’d made him feel a little nervous and his palms sweaty meant nothing, right?

Yeah.

So, after quickly finishing his shower and shoving a few handfuls of lucky charms in his mouth, Johnny went back to the park in hopes of catching you with a finished painting.

You were close to done, but just as he stepped in beside you, you sighed. “What’s up?” He asked, looking at the canvas, interested. “I’ve run out of light.” You pointed out, gesturing vaguely to the sky. Johnny grinned and in an instant he was ablaze, lighting up your canvas again. “Nah, you haven’t.” He denied, and you laughed. You painted like that for an hour, adding finishing touches, gently guiding your brush across the canvas, expanding and carving out the splashes that had been left by the child earlier.

And then it was done.

“What made you change your mind?” Johnny asked, as he inspected your work, careful not to get too close lest it catch fire. “What you said about nothing being perfect. Originally when I saw you and Sue I wanted this to be a.. even heroes are normal people sort of piece. But you aren’t. You’re something else entirely. And this felt like that.” You explained with a shrug, a little awkward now that he was stood so close, helping you out and interested in your work.

“You can have it, if you want.” You offered after a moment, an impulsive offer that you normally wouldn’t make, but this was the Fantastic Four. And, if you said so yourself, you thought you’d captured the three of them quite well. “No, really? I mean Sue and I wanted to see it but we can’t keep it. You worked so hard on it.” Johnny attempted to refuse, grateful that he was still lit as otherwise you might have caught him blushing. “Seriously. An afternoon of work is nothing compared to everything you guys do.” You said, grinning up at him from your seated position. “Well, you should at least come over and get to show it off to everyone.” Johnny then said, in a moment of impulse that surprised even himself. The two of you made a long moment of eye contact, and for a second the hero was sure that he was drowning in your gaze, until you spoke and snapped him out of the slow spiral he was descending. “I don’t want to intru-” “You wouldn’t be.” He quickly assured you. He returned to normal, flames receding, so that he could reach out and take your hand, another impulsive decision. He squeezed it with a quick, awkward smile that you found endearing, and made a soft warm feeling curl up and take residence in your chest.

So, you agreed. He helped you haul everything back to your apartment first, to save you both from having to carry it to the tower and then home, and then you walked together toward the Baxter building.

The walk wasn’t a particularly long one, under the bright lights of New York streets, canvas tucked carefully under your arm, still slightly damp in places. “How long have you been painting?” Johnny asked, stepping aside to let you go first pass a signpost. “Oh, since I was a kid. I’ve always loved art. I tried a few different types but I always liked painting best.” You explained, stepping around a puddle before falling back into step with the hero beside you. “The arts were never really for me. Sue was into science stuff so I just kind of followed in her footsteps. I can appreciate it, but partaking? Not my thing.” “Everyone has their things, but if you wanted to try again.. I’d be happy to give you some tips, on where to start.” You offered softly. The silence surrounded you again after that, warm and comforting rather than awkward like you’d have expected it to be.

Meeting the others was a whirlwind. Sue loved the painting and almost cried, still struggling with postpartum hormones, and you embraced her without hesitation, happy to help her find a spot to hang it. That job was promptly given to their little robot assistant, even after you offered to do it yourself. Reed admired your work, appreciating the piece of his family, and Ben teased Johnny in the background, not that you were privy to that, so busy talking with Sue and Reed.

Then, Sue insisted you stay for dinner, and though you attempted to refuse, they wouldn’t allow it. Ben called it payment for the painting, and when they all insisted, you were powerless to refuse. You got to meet little Franklin, in passing, though you didn’t ask to hold him or anything (you were a stranger still, you couldn’t possibly ask that), but he seemed to like you as you cooed at him where he sat in his mother’s arms. The food was great, and you enjoyed some light chatter over the meal, laughing with Johnny, talking about the local neighbourhood with Ben, talked baby stuff with Sue (you’d helped babysit neighbour’s kids growing up) and listened to Reed talk a little about his newest project. It was nice, warm. Oddly like being brought home to meet your partner’s family.

Johnny was the one to walk you down to the front door, still laughing together in the elevator. It was when you reached the final door that he paused. “I- don’t usually do this. Bring people to meet everyone.” “Yeah, I’ve heard.” “I am.. kind of everything you’ve heard. Probably worse. And men really aren’t normally my thing-” “I am under no illusions about this, Johnny. You liked the art, wanted to be a nice guy about it, and now you’re trying to let me down easy when you just don’t need to. It’s alright.” You assured him with a soft laugh, getting barely a second to process the look of sadness, and almost panic on his face before his lips were pressed against yours.

Your arms reached out and wrapped around his neck, while he floundered slightly, clearly unsure what to do with himself. One hand unwound from around his neck and gripped one of his, just loosely holding it to soothe him. “I- shit sorry-” Johnny attempted to apologise when you pulled apart, and that only prompted you to kiss him again. “None of that. I enjoyed it. Worry less, kissing a guy is the same as kissing a girl, except there’s more risk of beard burn.” You joked, which made him laugh, and then he kissed you again. This time, the kiss was firmer, his hands comfortably on your hips, gripping gently to keep you there.

“That’s better.” You said softly, laughing with him once again. “I’ve never done that before.” Johnny mumbled. “I figured. Well, you know where my apartment is now, so if you want any more lessons on kissing, or those painting lessons I offered.. you know where to find me.” You said, slowly pulling away and pushing open the door to feel the cold night air. “I’ll surprise you.” He called out with a grin, face still slightly flush. “I’m looking forward to it.” You assured him with a quick wink, and then you were gone.

Johnny pressed his fingers to his lips, running back the feeling of his lips on yours through his mind.

“This is what you saw online.” Sue said behind him, leaning on her shoulder against the wall. “This is what I saw online.” He confirmed, still slightly dazed. “Well, I could’ve told you that. Come on now, Franklin wants his uncle Johnny.” She said, pressing the button to call the elevator. "And his mom wants his daddy." Johnny muttered with a shit eating grin.

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Hello long time fan of your MHA fics here. Can I request a platonic Saja boys babysitting Nezuko!reader together who is Rumi's little sister? I feel like they haven't encountered a cute but powerful child demon before <3

Aww, hi there, hello hello! I'm so happy to still have you around my corner of tumblr! 😊❤️ I love that, has my heart all happy right now haha. When I tell you, I had SOOO much fun writing this. I've been the cool, hip young auntie since I was 13, so I definitely incorporated some of my experiences here. Hope you enjoy! It's all so cute hehe, fluff to the max! 😉🙈💓

Platonic!Saja Boys babysitting Rumi's half-demon sister!reader

Warnings: flufffffff, child!reader, humor and antics, platonic, minor Jinu backstory angst, third pov instead of second this time 🤷‍♀️

Jinu:

When he first agreed to babysitting duty, he thought, ‘how hard could it be?’ He could handle all of Rumi’s moods just fine, so surely the bite-sized version of her would be just as easy to manage.

Except, when Rumi knocked on their door with a small, patterned girl clinging to her leg, he realized one fatal flaw—he hadn’t counted on her little sister also being half demon.

Despite this unexpected turn of events, Jinu is great with her. He’s easily able to get Rumi’s little sister out of her shell, transforming her from a quiet and shy girl, into a giggling, bright-eyed ball of energy.

He’s more than willing to play any games with her, and if they’re playing pretend, he’ll play his part well with a goofy voice that makes her laugh.

About halfway through, Jinu lets the other boys handle the babysitting so he can step outside and take a few minutes for himself.

Despite how good he is with kids…this whole evening has reminded him of his own little sister all those centuries ago, of her smile, her innocent laugh.

And with these memories, the familiar, damning guilt comes crawling back.

After a while, Abby steps out to check on him. “You okay, man?” he’ll ask, a mildly concerned expression on his face.

And Jinu will just flash a charming smile and nod as if nothing’s wrong…as if the presence of this bubbly little girl hasn’t totally broken his heart with the reminder of his loss…and of his mistakes.

“Yeah, just needed a breather. Let’s head back in, I promised her we’d all play Mariokart.”

Abby:

Abby hasn’t had many opportunities to interact with children before, so when Jinu told him they’d all be babysitting Rumi’s little sister or whatever, he was a little unsure about the whole thing.

What do kids even do? Just run around with unwashed hands, make messes, and make everyone uncomfortable with their lack of manners and spatial awareness…

Swear to god, he saw some young boy open-mouth cough on all the apples in the produce section when he was at the store the other day. He expects much of the same for tonight’s events.

Except, when the young girl arrives, he’s surprised to see the tell-tale patterns marring her skin. She was…far too young to have made a deal with Gwi Ma. So, she must be half human, like Rumi.

Still, the sight of a child demon is enough to stun him into good behavior… he interacts awkwardly and clumsy with her, not sure how to make conversation with such a young child.

But then, Jinu gets this board game set up for everyone to play, and the little thing points her grubby finger at him.

He fully panics. “What does she want?”

“To be on your team, dummy.”

And Abby is naturally competitive, so the game really helps him to loosen up and start enjoying himself. He starts to bond with her more, encouraging her as she rolls the dice, making her laugh when he trash-talks Baby and Romance’s team.

By the end of the night when she’s tuckered out and sleepy-eyed, he’ll carry her to one of the bedrooms so she can sleep until Rumi comes to pick her up. He won’t admit it, but he’s sad to see her go.

Baby:

He doesn’t have much of an initial reaction when Rumi brings out the small demon girl for them to watch for the night. He barely glances over with a bored expression before he turns his attention back to his phone.

He’ll let Jinu handle the young girl, since he was the one who agreed to Rumi’s request.

But then, a small voice next to him quietly asks to “go back up to the cat video” and he startles to see that the girl had somehow snuck onto the couch next to him, and was watching him scroll.

Geez, he hadn’t even noticed her sitting there! She was inhumanely quiet and stealthy, much to his surprise. He was impressed, honestly.

He’ll scroll back to the cat video as she requested, smirking when she coos and fawns over the “cute kitty.”

The boys are trying to get boxed macaroni and cheese cooked for her, and struggling by the sounds of it if the arguing in the kitchen was any indication.

It’s then he gets an idea…

Hey, he’s not the best influence, and he never claimed to be.

Baby convinces the girl to do little acts of mischief with him, much to her utter delight. Whether it be, “go up to Abby and tell him he looks like he doesn’t know how to swim” or “go ask Jinu to get you Yakult from the store, he won’t do it if I ask.”

Little demon partners in crime. The other boys would get tired of the antics if it wasn’t so cute seeing the typically-aloof rapper getting along so well with the giggling little girl. She thinks he’s a cool grown up!

Romance:

He’s probably the most enthusiastic about the baby-sitting gig out of the whole group. He’s always had a soft spot for kids, though he never had much experience with them.

When he first sees the patterns scarred across her arms and legs, he’s totally amazed. He didn’t even think a demon child was possible! Demons were always made by binding deals…and never did it involve children. She was something special.

Besides Jinu, he’s the best at striking up conversation with her. Asks her about her friends, about school, about her favorite things to play…he’s sooo tempted to ask her about her demon patterns because he’s curious, but he doesn’t think it’d be appropriate.

He’ll enjoy playing dress up and watching her play so imaginatively. He genuinely likes spending time with her, wants Rumi to bring her cute sister around more often!

When she draws a picture for him, he acts like it belongs in the Louvre. Over the top appreciation, it’s the best gift ever! And she’s got this cheesy lil smile at the praise.

By the end of the night, Rumi is taking her sister home, asking if she had fun with the boys… and the sweet girl definitely has one of those innocent little-kid school crushes that she’ll grow out of, but everyone will still tease her about when she’s older.

Mystery:

He’s intrigued by Rumi’s little sister, watching with thinly-veiled interest as Jinu greets the girl and helps her get settled in their luxury condo.

Will watch her from across the room until Romance elbows him for staring too long.

It’ll take some time before he gathers the confidence to approach, but he’ll walk over to where she’s drawing with crayons and crouch down next to her.

Just bluntly asks, “were you born a demon?” and a moment later something clatters in the kitchen when Jinu drops it. He’s about to go scold Mystery for the rudeness, but then the little girl pipes up.

“Yeah! You have markings too, that’s so cool! Were you born a demon too?” all smiles and energy, and like Mystery, she’s lacking the social awareness that most adults possess when navigating uncomfortable topics.

“No, I sold my soul,” Mystery will just shrug like this is the most normal thing to say.

“Did you get money for it?” she asks in all seriousness, eyes large with curiosity.

And boom, he’s an uncle now. Right then and there, because she’s adorable and he wants her to keep looking at him like she trusts him—like how all kids intrinsically tend to trust those guardians in charge of their care. Or, like…a pet.

Spoils her, sneaks her sweets even when it’s too late for them and it’s definitely keeping her up past her bed time with a raging sugar rush. Will fight one of the other boys if they tell her ‘no’ or win a game against her.

Cue pouting when it’s time for her to leave.

[thedelusionreaderbitch]

Hello, How are you?

Can I ask a request with Rumi x demon!fem!reader

where Rumi realizes that someone is missing someone in the group, (she and reader are dating already) So she decided to adopt a newborn baby without the reader's consent, knowing that Rumi is the one in charge of the relationship despite being the shortest and calmest.

- 🧸Anon🩵

Good tea🍵 , 🧸Anon🩵, even tho I don't know how babies work so I had to Google it myself, very surprising, anyways here is your oneshot about demon reader x rumi

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✦ “The Missing Piece Was You” ✦

Rumi x Demon!Fem!Reader | Established Relationship | Soft Dom Rumi | Emotional with light angst and soft resolution

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You knew something was off the moment you stepped through the dorm doors.

The air smelled different—warmer. Softer. Not in the usual way when Rumi lit a new candle or when Mira and Zoey left half-burnt incense lying around after their dance practices. This was new. Strange. And oddly... comforting?

Your claws twitched slightly, tapping against your thigh through your sweatpants as you kicked off your boots and scanned the quiet living room. No sign of the girls. No K-drama reruns playing. No Mira screaming from the kitchen. No Zoey laying across the couch like she owned the place.

But there was a faint sound. High-pitched. Like a sigh... or a coo.

And then you smelled it.

Milk.

You stiffened, demon senses sharpening. It wasn’t spilled milk or cereal. It was baby milk.

Your jaw clenched.

“Rumi?”

No answer. You made your way down the hallway with a heavy step, dread curling like smoke in your gut.

The bedroom door was open just enough.

You saw her back first—small, straight, calm. Clad in a white oversized hoodie that swallowed her frame, silver hair up in a loose bun.

And in her arms...

“…Rumi.” Your voice dropped an octave. “What. Is. That.”

She didn’t even flinch.

Her head tilted slightly, soft lavender eyes meeting yours with the gentlest, most unwavering calm.

“A baby,” she said, as if announcing what kind of tea she’d made. “Ours.”

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You didn’t speak for a good five seconds.

Rumi stood there, swaying lightly with the newborn in her arms. The little one was wrapped in pale yellow blankets, impossibly small. She let out a tiny hiccup and nestled closer into Rumi’s chest.

Yours clenched.

“Ours?” you echoed, voice tight. “You adopted a baby—a human baby—without even telling me?”

Rumi’s expression didn’t change. “Yes.”

“Rumi.”

“She needed someone. And we had space.”

Your demon tail thrashed behind you in restrained frustration. “That’s not the point! You made a huge decision without even asking me. We’re partners. You can’t just—”

“I can,” she interrupted softly, but there was weight in her tone. Command. Authority. That terrifying calm you could never quite win against.

“You’re stronger. Taller. You can snap a grown man in half with one hand,” she continued, rocking the baby slightly as if this were a lullaby conversation. “But I’m the one who knows us.”

That stopped you cold.

“I’m the one who noticed the way you’ve been acting lately,” Rumi murmured, gaze still fixed on the baby. “The late-night walks. The way you stare at empty cribs in mall windows. The way you linger when you pass by the toy section for too long. You kept saying something felt off. Something was missing.”

She looked up.

“And I realized it wasn’t something. It was someone.”

Your jaw tightened, fangs just peeking from your bottom lip. You wanted to deny it. You wanted to be mad.

But the knot in your chest said otherwise.

“…You should’ve still told me,” you said, voice hoarse.

“I knew you’d panic,” she replied. “You’d say no. Not because you didn’t want this—but because you think you’re too dangerous. Too demonic. Too much.”

She stepped toward you, gently. Barefoot. Cradling that impossibly small life in her arms like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“But I trust you. More than you trust yourself.”

You stared at her. At the baby.

It had your breath caught in your throat. She was… tiny. A girl. Her cheeks were flushed pink, and she had a tuft of dark brown hair. She yawned in her sleep, unaware of the weight her presence now brought.

And Rumi just stood there—barely even reachingyour neck, calm as ever, daring you with her silence.

“Do you even know how to take care of a baby?” you rasped.

“No,” Rumi replied simply. “But we’ll learn.”

“…Is she even legal—?”

“Her name is Nari.” She stepped closer. “She was left at the hospital steps. No one claimed her. I signed everything. She’s officially mine.”

Then Rumi tilted her head.

“Ours.”

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You swallowed thickly.

Part of you wanted to walk out. Slam a door. Growl. Fly somewhere far, far away and scream into the sky.

But the demon inside you—the raging, powerful, brutal part of you—wasn’t the one that twitched right now.

It was the woman. The mate.

The one who loved Rumi so much it hurt sometimes.

And when Rumi walked over and gently guided your arms up, placing the sleeping bundle against your chest—

—you didn’t resist.

The baby was warm. Fragile. You had never in your life held anything so breakable.

“Support her head,” Rumi said quietly, adjusting your grip. Her hands were gentle but firm. Teaching. Leading.

You looked down. The baby sighed in her sleep. Her tiny hand curled instinctively against your shirt.

“…She smells like you already,” you whispered.

Rumi let out a tiny chuckle, stepping close. She leaned her head against your bicep, sighing contentedly. “I’ve been sleeping with her tucked into my hoodie all week.”

“You’re insane.”

“I know.”

There was a long pause. Then:

“…I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” she murmured. “But I knew this would scare you. I just didn’t want you to shut down. You always protect me. Let me protect you this time.”

You clenched your jaw.

Then slowly, gently, you leaned into her—resting your forehead against hers.

“Just don’t ever do this again without telling me,” you said, voice trembling.

She nodded.

You glanced down at Nari. “She’s… kind of cute.”

“She’s our cute,” Rumi said firmly.

You gave a breathless laugh.

“I swear, you’re the devil between us.”

“No,” Rumi said with a small smile, “you are.”

You let out a long, slow breath. Your body, usually coiled with tension, softened slightly.

You were a demon. You had torn men apart in wars and nightmares. You had fire in your veins and shadows in your soul.

But right now?

Right now, you were just someone holding your daughter.

And Rumi—quiet, small, and calm—was the only person in the world who could make that feel right.

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