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rfxiii · 6 months

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I saw the winter prompts could you possibly do "You're the only gift I want to unwrap." For Franklin

Btw I love your work keep it up 💚

(Hii! Tysm for the request and the kind words! I hope I did your request justice! So sorry for the long wait 🙏)

All I Want For Christmas Is You

TW: smut

Word count: 2903

“Oh my god! This is hopeless!” you growl to yourself, flopping backwards onto the bed and glaring out the huge windows framing the large backyard at Franklin’s Vinewood home.

You’d spent the last three weeks agonizing over what to get him for Christmas. But unfortunately, Franklin was so damn easy to please that when you’d practically begged him to tell you what he wanted for his Christmas gift, he’d simply shrugged and said “I don’t need nothing. Seriously. Anything you get will be great.” But that wasn’t good enough for you. He was the perfect boyfriend, he was the perfect man. And there was no way you were going to get him some generic, boring present. He deserved the world.

You’d broken down last week and asked Lamar for help. But as close of friends as they were, that lanky goofball was little to no help. He’d suggested taking Frank to get a haircut, or maybe buying him some better clothes or a replacement for his “dusty, busted ass shoes.” But even that felt too basic for what he deserved. You’d even asked Michael for his opinion. But after they’d all received all of that cash from their Union Depository score, Michael had only shrugged and said “The kids got all the money in the world now. If he wanted it, wouldn’t he have it by now?”

You’re floundering for ideas now, but not deterred. There’s only one more day before Christmas, but you were not going to let this conundrum get the best of you. And with a new fire ignited inside you, you pull out your phone and call up Lamar yet again, “Lamar, listen! I’m dying here. I need help! Meet me at Rockford Plaza in twenty. Please! I still haven’t gotten Frank a gift, and I’m dying here!” you plead, pacing the bedroom in a growing panic.

“Ugh! Aight, aight! Damn, you really stressin’ about this. And we gotta go to the fancy ass mall?.. Fuck. Aight! I’ll meet yo’ ass there.” Lamar groans, and you hear shuffling in the background which thankfully signals him actually getting up to get ready to go.

“Oh my god! Thank you! Thank you, thank you! I owe you so big for this, Lamar! I’ll see you there!” you chirp, hanging up the phone and scrambling off to grab your jacket.

You’d planned on this shopping trip today, and had thankfully been able to wrangle Michael into your plan of helping get Franklin out of the house to avoid any suspicion. And now, with all your plans set carefully in place, you head off to meet Lamar for your last ditch effort in finding the perfect gift.

But unfortunately, this close to Christmas, your shopping trip proves to be anything but easy or relaxing.

You and Lamar hurry through the crowded plaza, your eyes darting from one shop to the next as you both try to contain your growing frustration. It's been almost an hour since you met at Rockford Plaza, and so far, all you've managed to find are a few mediocre presents that just don't seem quite right for Franklin. You can't help but feel like you're running out of time, and with each passing minute, the pressure to find the perfect gift for the man who wants nothing seems to intensify.

"I don't know, man," Lamar says, shaking his head as he studies a display of expensive colognes, "He's just so hard to shop for. I mean, what does he even like?"

You feel your brow twitching in irritation as you shoot him a look, “What do you mean, what does he like? You’re his best friend! How can you not-“ You stop your ranting and pull Lamar to a stop in front of a jewelry store, the glittering display of diamonds and precious gems catching your eye. "What about jewelry?" you suggest, feeling a pang of nervousness in your stomach. Jewelry like this is a big gesture, and you're not entirely sure if it's something that Franklin would even want. But as you look around, you can't help but feel drawn to the elegance and the beauty behind each piece.

Lamar shrugs, looking unsure. "I guess it won’t hurt nothin’ to look, right?" he says, following you into the store.

The saleswoman, a polished and professional woman with a knowing smile, approaches you both and inquires if she can be of assistance. You glance at Lamar, who seems to be growing more nervous by the second, and then back at the saleswoman, feeling a surge of determination. This is it. This has to be the one.

As you describe to the saleswoman the qualities that you admire about Franklin and the kind of person he is, you feel a warmth spreading through your chest. You're not just buying a present; you're expressing how you feel about him, how much he means to you. The woman shows you various pieces around the store, but when she shows you a stunning pair of black diamond earrings, you know immediately that this is it. This is the gift that gives everything you've been trying to say for the past three weeks.

You swallow hard, feeling a lump forming in your throat, and turn to Lamar, who is watching you with a mixture of anxiety at feeling out of place and hope that you’d finally found the right gift. "Lamar, I think I got it," you say, your voice trembling just a little. "What do you think?"

“Ya know what-..” Lamar mutters, gazing at the diamond studs inside the thick, glass case, “I think we got a winner.”

“Yeah?” you breathe hopefully, grinning up at him as you begin to imagine the surprise on Franklin’s face when he revived his gift.

“Yeah, homie.. Now, hurry up and let’s get the fuck outta here. I can’t put up with too much more a’ this shit.” Lamar snickers, his gaze darting around to the masses of people milling about frantically through the shops.

You grin at the saleswoman, pointing again to the earrings with a decisive nod, “These. We’ll take these, please!”

The price tag on the item nearly floors Lamar, and the expert wrapping skill of the sales associate has you gawking, as well. Finally, she places the perfectly wrapped box into an equally nice bag- decorated with shiny, black tissue paper. You give her your thanks and quickly lead Lamar back to where you’d left your vehicles.

“Aw, motherfucker!” Lamar growls, snatching the parking ticket off his vans windshield, “Double parked? Bullshit! This right here is a perfect park job!” He argues with absolutely no one.

You have the good grace not to mention his abysmal parking job. Instead, snatching the ticket from his hand and taking in the several hundred dollar fine he now owes, “Ya know what- Gimme this. I’ll pay for it as soon as the holiday is over. Like I said, I owe you so big, LD!”

“No shit? Aight, bet! Thanks a lot, homie!” Lamar chuckles in relieved disbelief. And as he watches you jog off to your car, he calls out to you with a big, cheeky grin, “An’ merry Christmas!”

“Yeah! Have a good Christmas, Lamar!” you shout back, feeling relief washing over you at finally having found the perfect gift.

You spend the rest of the day biting your tongue to keep from excitedly spilling your secret gift to Franklin. But the night is still nice together. Michael had taken him golfing, Trevor had joined them later on and gotten them kicked out, then they’d all been forced to go see one of Michael’s favorite, shitty, black and white films, before he’d come home and been happy for time to actually relax with you after trying to corral his two older friends all day. You’d had a nice dinner, spent time together watching tv, curled up together on the couch, before finally going to bed and leaving you struggling to sleep with your bubbling excitement.

The bright morning sunlight streams in through the window the next morning, casting a warm glow across the bed where you and Franklin lie. Your stomach rumbles, reminding you that it's been a while since you've eaten, and with a contented yawn, you roll over to nuzzle into his neck. He hums sleepily, one hand absently stroking your hair as he nestles deeper into the pillows. You grin, sitting up and swinging your legs over the side of the bed.

"Morning, sleepyhead," you murmur, leaning over to kiss him gently. "Think you can get up and help me make some breakfast?"

Franklin yawns, stretching his arms high above his head, before letting out a contented sigh. "I guess I could," he grins sleepily, sitting up and blinking blearily at the clock. "What are we having?"

As you watch him throw off the covers and pad over to the bathroom, you can't help but marvel at how comfortable you've become with him. It feels so natural to be here, sharing this space with him. Even as time passes, there's still an element of newness to it, a spark that keeps things exciting and alive. You know that this is where you're supposed to be, and that thought alone fills you with a warmth that spreads through your entire body.

While he's in the bathroom, you head into the kitchen and begin to rummage through the fridge. You pull out some eggs, bread, and some fruit, setting them all on the counter. The eggs sizzle in the pan as you chop up some avocado, thinking about how much he's going to love the surprise you have planned for him. You're so focused on your cooking that you don't notice him sneak up behind you until you feel his warm breath on your neck.

"Mmm, that smells amazing," he says, wrapping his arms around you from behind. You lean back into him, feeling the muscles in his chest and arms through his t-shirt.

"It's just a little something I threw together," you reply, glancing over your shoulder at him. "But I hope you like it."

He pulls you closer, nuzzling into your neck as he breathes in the scent of breakfast. "I'm sure I'll love whatever you make," he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear. "You're the best cook I know."

When the food is finally ready, you serve it up on two plates and carry them over to the living room, setting them down on the coffee table. You watch as he takes in the spread, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Wow, this is... amazing," he breathes, looking up at you. "Thank you, babe."

You grin, feeling a rush of pride and happiness. "You're welcome. I hope you like it."

He takes a bite of the egg and avocado sandwich, savoring the flavors before swallowing. "It's delicious," he says, looking up at you again. "You really outdid yourself."

You blush, feeling the warmth spread from your cheeks down to your stomach. "I'm glad you like it." You hesitate for a moment, then reach over to grab the small box that you'd hidden behind a throw pillow earlier. Handing it to him, you watch as his expression changes from surprise to delight.

"Merry Christmas." you urge, your heart racing. He takes the box carefully, his fingers tracing over the intricate pattern on the wrapping paper. With a gentle tug, he pulls it off to reveal the black diamond earrings you’d searched so hard to pick out.

“Babe,-.. Holy shit..” Franklin gasps out, his fingers almost cautiously tracing the gems of the earrings.

His reaction is muted and shocked, and you begin to fear that maybe this isn’t even remotely something that he enjoys. But before you can panic too thoroughly, he’s letting out a disbelieving gasp and shooting you the brightest smile you’d seen since you’d agreed to go out with him, “This is…amazing! Holy shit! How’d you pick these out?” he gasps, the smile on his cheeks unwavering.

“You..like’em? Really? Oh my god, I’m so glad! Lamar and I were out all day looking for something to give you, and he was no help, and I was afraid you wouldn’t like these! But I saw’em, and I thought they’d look really nice on you, and I’ve spent all month panicking over what to get you, and-“

“Babe!” Franklin chuckles, cupping your cheeks to silence your frantic rambling, “These are perfect.” he coos before leaning in closer, “But really-.. You're the only gift I want to unwrap.”

He leans in, stealing your breath away when his warm, soft lips press to yours in the softest, slow kiss that has your heart fluttering and head spinning.

“I love you.” you gasp against his lips- your fingers knotting in the front of his shirt to pull him close.

“I love you too, babe.” Franklin mutters with a grin softly twitching his lips.

As you sit there, wrapped up in each other and the glow of the Christmas tree, the room feels impossibly warm and cozy. You lean in, pressing your lips against his again, feeling the familiar heat of his mouth against yours. He pulls you closer, one hand slipping beneath your sweater to stroke your back, the other tangled in your hair.

Time seems to stand still as you lose yourself in the moment, the rest of the world fading away into the background. And in this perfect, fleeting moment, you realize that you are exactly where you're meant to be.

The kiss deepens, and your heart races as you feel his hand slip under your shirt, tracing lightly over your skin. His touch sends shivers down your spine, and you find yourself melting further into his embrace. You pull back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes, and you know that he can see the desire burning bright within them.

With a soft moan, he presses his lips to yours again, more urgently this time. You respond in kind, your hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt as you try to get it open. He helps you, his fingers deftly working the buttons loose before throwing the shirt aside, revealing his toned chest and soft skin.

You reach up, brushing your fingers over his hair, marveling at the feel of it between your fingers. He shudders at the touch, and you can feel the hardness of his erection pressed against your thigh. You pull him closer, feeling the heat from his body sear into your own, wanting nothing more than to be as close to him as humanly possible.

"I love you," you sigh again, your voice barely more than a whisper as you gaze deeply into his eyes. And in that moment, you know without a doubt that it's true. He smiles, lips curving into a lazy grin as he responds, "I love you too."

As if the words themselves are a catalyst, your clothes seem to melt away, and you find yourself lying naked beneath him, bodies entwined. The air is heavy with the scent of the pine Christmas tree and desire, and the only noise that fills your ears is the rhythmic sound of your hearts beating in perfect unison.

With a soft groan, he presses the length of his erection against your entrance, and you feel the hot, thick head of him press into you. You gasp, arching your back as he slowly begins to push inside. He fills you slowly, inch by excruciatingly perfect inch, and when he's finally buried deep inside you, you feel complete.

His hips begin to move, and you throw your head back, moaning as he starts to thrust. The sensation of being so intimately connected to him is overwhelming, and you feel your orgasm building quickly.

"Franklin..." you breathe, your voice shaking with the effort to hold back the release. "Oh god, I'm going to..." Your words are cut off by a sharp cry as your body is wracked by an intense shock, your muscles tensing and your nails digging into his skin. He follows soon after, his thrusts growing frantic as he releases himself deep inside you.

As your breathing begins to steady, he rolls to the side, pulling you into his embrace. You feel his hot breath against your ear as he whispers, "I love you, baby. I love you so much." And in that moment, you know that this is real. This is forever.

Your heart feels lighter than air, and the warmth from his body seems to spread through your entire being. You lie there, content and at peace, feeling the rhythm of his heart against your chest. He nuzzles his face into your hair, kissing your neck and shoulders, and you feel a shiver run down your spine.

“So,-..” you sigh softly, looking up at him with the faintest hint of a teasing grin, “What’d you get me for Christmas?”

“Oh my god! You’re ridiculous. Hang on!” Franklin chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead and stumbling to pull up his pants before scurrying off to the bedroom.

And you can’t help but laugh as you watch the love of your life stumbling downstairs with his pants halfway off his hips.

This Christmas had been hectic, and more than agonizing in your endeavor to find the perfect gift. But seeing the smile and excitement on Franklin’s face had proved to be more perfect than any gift.

#gta v #gta 5 #grand theft auto v #grand theft auto 5 #franklin clinton #gta x reader #x reader #/reader #franklin clinton x reader #franklin clinton/reader

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cressthebest · 2 months

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Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 5

chapter 9:

1. OMG DID REMUS FORGET TO GO BACK TO HIS CELL WAIT HOLY SHIT THIS ISNT GONNA BE GOOD

2. oh good wait, remus left and came back

3. sirius’ first thought is to brush his teeth to kiss sirius 😭😭 he’s so me fr. i wouldn’t let my ex kiss me unless they brushed their teeth first. or had a mint. im so sensitive to smells

4. “He used to build things. Create things. And now he's lucky if he doesn't destroy what's already formed.” JESUS FUCK. THATS LITERALLY SO SAD WTF

5. 😭😭😭 sirius is literally amidst gay panic beyond your wildest comprehension and remus is just like ✨☺️😏🥱🩷🏳️‍🌈 “touch me”

BABES

6. “Remus hums. "Imagine how I feel. No one's touched me without causing me pain in five years."” NOOOO BABY

7. god, wolfstar deserves everything. the best wolfstar content i find is always in a fic that is centered on another ship. i could literally survive off wolfstar alone- no water, no food, no air

8. wolfstar calling each other beautiful>>>>>>>

9. 😬 what did sirius jsut say. i must be going crazy. cause there’s no way he just said he needed to brush his teeth

10. wolfstar deserves the world universe

11. reg is no longer a pathetic teen with a crush, he’s a pathetic adult with a crush

12. reg being grumpy even in his sleep <33333

13. james having a pathetic crush on reg while cuddling together is top tier

14. there really needs to be an emoji to accurately show the face i just made. it probably looks similar to this- 😀😟 what. there’s no way reg is about to tease james, just to get his old 14 year old self off

15. 😀😀 girl what is he doing. i-

16. how he became freinds with barty is so crimson rivers canon, i can’t even. like, i KNOW that it’s canon. but it’s also canon that bizzarestars was right about. no author mistakes in that piece

17. damn, reg is actually gonna go at it. i don’t know how james is gonna survive this and make it to the actual arena.

18. “James says his name like it's the only word that has meaning. His voice is rough, and Regulus' name is sloppy and desperate in his mouth, like a hail mary or a form of salvation.” CHRIST. I SAID I DIDNT KNOW HOW JAMES WOULD SURVIVE THIS, BUT HOW THE HELL DID REG SURVIVE THIS??

19. “Barty is a good lover, there's no denying that—but he'll be damned if James isn't just better.” 😟 shocked. omg. who would have guessed this would be reggie’s thoughts

20. “"Because you might die today," Regulus tells him bluntly, shrugging one shoulder as he stands up. "Consider it a parting gift. Now, get out."”

😧

they just fucked, and all reg can do is be like “yeah yeah, now get out horny bitch” no fucking way i just read that right i-

bitch that’s foul

21. “Regulus is a conundrum, honestly.” yes. that’s the word i’d use to describe him.

22. james: don’t tell sirius that reg and i just fucked. also james: “he’s in the shower”

bitch if you could be any more obvious

23. “Remus Lupin. If there's one good thing to come out of all this, it's him.” YES YES YES ABSOLUTELY! REMUS IS THE GOOD IN THIS

24. “”James, I am so grateful to know you, and so sorry that I had to. Every name that I call is a name I wish I never learned. Yours—you—will remain etched into my heart forever."” BITCH I CANT CRY OVER THIS- MY EYE MAKEUP LOOKS TOO GOOD TODAY TO CRY

25. “"I'll see you again soon, Regulus."” BITCH WTF THAT HURTS EVEN MORE THAN JAMES’ GOODBYE

26. maybe it’s been too long since i’ve read the books, BUT this fic seems to capture the absolute tragedy and horrors of it before it even starts even more

27. christ, not reg saying the “i don’t want to go” that hurts. like holy fuck. he’s still just a scared child. don’t put him in that arena

28. god, the way the death of james feels like sirius dying too. and sirius deciding that once james is dead, sirius will be too

how the hell is this people’s comfort fic???

29. not sirius having a lapse of memory and losing his memory of his last moments with james. that shit hurts

30. fabian <3333

31. 😧 wait fabian is dead. they just shot him. holy shit

32. gideon <3333

33. wait gideon is dead too.

y’all. i just-

this whole chapter was a fucking rollercoaster.

#marauders #fanfic #regulus black #ao3 #james potter #jegulus #remus lupin #sirius and regulus #sirius black #wolfstar #crimson rivers #pandora lovegood #pandora rosier #sexy times i guess

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celabi · 1 year

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The daily conundrum of trying to decide if sex with scummy Scara would be hot or if like bro would nearly bite my nipple or clit off because he tried to give it a light little nip but got to over-eager and just bit way too hard- Him being a raging virgin doesn't fucking help either cause it's like he has no clue what he's doing--

Like bruh I do not think I'd be able to trust him topping in any capacity- Bro would probably be the guy who slips it into the wrong hole halfway through and then just doesn't even notice- If not that, idiot would find a way to break his own dick somehow- Bro probably doesn't even know what lube is (that or he knows and was like "pffft that won't be needed") so his dumbass probably ends up tearing the skin on his dick or worse ends up giving his darling a tear internally-

THE AMOUNT OF SEX RELATED INJURIES OR ACCIDENTS I SEE HAPPENING IF THIS DUMBASS WAS A TOP IS INSANE, HE SHOULD BE BANNED FROM EVER GAINING DOM RIGHTS-

I don't even think he can be trusted with like masturbating in front of his darling- ESPECIALLY IF THERE'S TOYS INVOLVED- Like tell me this isn't the guy that darling has to call an ambulance for because his dumbass heard them ask him to use a dildo in front of them (without full instruction on how because they just assumed he knew and he didn't say otherwise because he was like "Oh yeah nah I got this") and he managed to get it stuck up there- Like he can't be trusted to do anything sexual on his own accord I fucking swear-

Oh and God forbid darling try to do anything involving BDSM- He'd mess that up even if he was subbing- Unless his darling knows what they're doing well enough to clue in on where to cut things off for him they're probably going to end up with his yes man ass passing out cause they choked him out too hard and he didn't bother to tap out when he should've- That or he ends up being very uncomfortably tied up because he got asked if the rope was too tight and the fucking nobhead, trying to impress his darling on how kinky he is, looked them dead in the eye and was like "Not tight enough"- Dumbass ended up with some real nasty rope burn and a lecture from his darling about how important it is not to go over his limits with this stuff-

AND THAT'S JUST FOR LIGHTER KINKS, GOD FORBID HIS DARLING GETS HIM INTO ANYTHING HEAVIER- Like fuck imagine knife-play/blood-play with his probably anaemic as shit ass???? He'd be a nightmare waiting to happen since he listened to the safe word talk and then decided "I won't be needing that"- Like you educate him thoroughly on his SSC's and he was like "I won't need taht I'll be fine" no the fucking nobhead was in fact NOT fine, he's just so SO stupid

Like he's such a fucking idiot with sex in my head I swear to god, I don't think he can be trusted with anything related to it- Honestly should be banned from sex lmfao- He's an absolute dumbass (affectionate)- He has to stay on them V-plates for a little while longer fr fr though-

OMGMSNSJS NO BECAUSE THIS IS SO TRUE 🤞 he’s so clueless and has no idea what to do, relying only on the porno’s he’s watched but even then, he can’t seem to do what he’s learned (idk he looks like a stuck porn kinda guy so it’s not really working)

Probably tried to finger your clit cause he was that inexperienced 😭

Anyways, after the first couple times with him, he slowly gets the hang of it and just fucks you properly. Ehhhh he’s just sitting there and doing what you say like a good boy 🤭

#anon #scummy scara :(#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut

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tennessoui · 3 months

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Writing Patterns (Tag Game)

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern!

ten seems like a daunting amount i have to say (thanks for the tag @ifonlyweknewwhatiwasdoing!) - the first two are not yet published but are on my publish very very soon list

Obi-Wan understands that the notion is a figment of his imagination, but understanding that does not make it feel less real. (march ko-fi fic)

When the dust settles, Obi-Wan is surprised to find himself still standing. (obi-wan raises baby luke fic - to be published soon)

Skywalker turns to look out the window, a solemn, solitary tear rolling down his cheek as he takes in the sight of the vast, uncaring city-planet of Coruscant. ("the kenobi conundrum")

Anakin’s of the mind that if you’re having a shit day, you should just be allowed to teleport straight back to your bed whenever you like. ("tripping over my words trying to give you my name")

Anakin Skywalker's eyes used to be blue, Obi-Wan remembers that. (Jedi Healer Anakin AU, February Ko-Fi fic)

Anakin wakes to the sound of birdsong and the heavy weight of the cat on his chest. ("forgive the dog its bloody teeth")

Obi-Wan has never seen so much blood. ("hold my heart more gently than you do my throat")

It’s the sound of loud, angry caterwauling coming from somewhere outside Obi-Wan’s door that eventually wakes him up. (Anakitty AU, January Ko-Fi fic)

Strangely, it feels both as if a great weight has been removed from his chest and as if he’s just run several parsecs at the same time: like he can breathe freely for the first time in years, but like he’s incredibly winded, each breath a short gasp. ("a more perfect union")

As cold as the nights on Tatooine can get, it only takes a few hours past the rise of the suns for the planet to heat once more. ("haunt me then")

looks like i like a proper noun right out of the gate lol did the tags not tell you who the fic was gonna be about? no worries the first sentence will

tagging @tideswept @sendpseuds @ragnarlothcat @dark--whisperings @grapenehifics @lilredghost - and anyone else! for as many fics as you like because 10 is so much fr

#tag games #obikin #cause all of these are obikin lol #march fic needs to be up tonight i feel awful its been so long #and then baby luke fic has gotta be written and posted before time change next week baby #cause you know im not gonna wanna write depressing shit when teh seasonal depression is gone

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love-toxin · 5 months

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FUCK YES finally somebody else noticed the Sebastian and Sam (Sambastian?) conundrum. They were my first loves istg

technically my first sdv love was alex (whom i still adore ilu baby <3) but sebastian is soooooo me-coded fr and sam's sunshine bf/golden retriever energy is the opposites attract mishmash that i crave. MYAOW. def not thinking thoughts abt them competing........tryna show each other up in a homoerotic rivalry typa way including practicing kissing on each other bc they each wanna impress u and we're bros its not weird haha.......gettin super drunk at the saloon n letting them take turns on u in the backroom or the bushes by the farm when they help u get home......kya <3

#id let em tag team me why not #sebastian sdv #sam sdv #sebastian x reader #sam x reader #sdv #stardew valley #ellie chats #anons

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animentality · 6 months

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Weird fan theory here but maybe Gortash is supposed to be an old family name or some intimidating name drawn from whatever FR culture he’s supposed to be? I throw this out there because Enver Gortash is very clearly Turkish inspired, and he looks ethnically Turkish in game. Flymm doesn’t seem to fit that bill, but maybe he drew on some Calishite influence to come up with a new, more intimidating name for himself when reinventing his image first in the HoH, later as he rose in power in Baldurs Gate.

I suppose, and that could be really cool, I just don't know why Raphael and his goons would respect his new name.

That's the paradox.

If they called him that, then it doesn't make sense for him to keep it.

If he named himself that, why would they respect his new name?

Plus Nubaldin says that he's shocked Gortash is a lord...so it's not like he heard of the "new name."

I should stop thinking about it.

I know it's just cuz the developers of baldur's gate think we're all fucking stupid so they just mentioned Gortash so we'd know he means Gortash.

They think we couldn't figure out that Enver is the same Enver Gortash.

It would've been far smarter to say there was a pathetic little brat named Enver here...

And you could say you mean lord enver gortash?

And then the guy could say lord? gortash? his name is enver flymm and he was a pathetic little boy.

That's all they had to do, instead of making this conundrum.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #enver gortash

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guzmagang · 2 years

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Hello! I found your page due to the Guzma head canons. He's become my hyperfixation as of late, as such I was wondering if you had any other headcanons you wanted to share?

Yeah, sure, I need to get back into writing. Also i need a distraction for my own mental wellbeing ahahhahahahah help.

Guzma strikes me as the partner who will willingly listen to any music you’re into and with you and not make any comments about it but is secretly judging and half-way psychoanalyzing.

He’s pretty handsy and unabashed; if you have any family who makes underhanded comments about you around him, he becomes much more crass and possessive. He will make sure it’s known that 1- you are his, so fuck off with that shit and 2- you chose him. You did not choose them. They’re stuck with both of you and he will make it hell for them for his entertainment.

Guzma 100% eats like the Single Straight Man™ stereotype whether or not he is or is not straight; his breakfast is a weirdly toasted piece of bread and dinner is a frozen pizza topped with random shit he threw on.

ON that note, if you cook for him/order higher quality food/ literally anything else, he’s so far gone; this man is chest deep into this relationship and he just fell for you.

[ I just had a thought as I am writing this of Guzma hearing literally any song from “The Normal Album” and being legitimately wildly concerned. ]

Can and will fight any shitty person who is now removed from your life; ex, ex friend, shitty family, he will undo all of his therapy.

Guzma is wildy crass at times, but when it comes to you, he’ll ask you rather intimate things with such maturity; asking you about your past relationships, if anything bad happened, why it didn’t work out and such, and will handle it with a lot of mercy and maturity.

Give him some sort of gentle thing to stimulate him; let him pet a soft pokemon, comb a pokemon, brush your hair, attempt to braid your hair- just give him something soft and it’ll soothe him a lot if he’s feeling restless or trapped.

If he didn’t live in a naturally humid and salty environment, his hair would not be nearly as floofy. Fluffy, yes, but not a swablu. Fucker got italian hair fr fr

Guzma is obviously not particularly an academic, but he also doesn’t like to be seen as a stupid fuck-up; if you went to college or any sort of higher education, he’ll ask you to show him any of your notes from that and explain the concepts to him. He’s not the greatest at it, but now he understands how a pathogen works!

He isn’t particularly entranced with reading, but he’ll definitely do it as a non-violent non-traumatizing form of entertainment.

Has no fuvkin clue how a fountain pen works. None.

If you have a hyperfixation/special interest to talk about, he will absolutely listen to you talk about it and such; no, he has no idea what you’re talking about. Yes, please keep on talking.

Embroidery is the same fountain pen conundrum.

Will grasp onto very random academic concepts; he knows there was an industrial revolution which led to the mass production of art equipment and technologies that revolutionized the art world and how artists worked, sparking the first movement away from the French academy of art. No he doesn’t know what impressionism is. Yes they are the same thing.

#guzma #guzma x reader #guzma/reader #pokemon #pokémon #pokemon sun and moon #pokemon sumo #pokemon ultra sun and moon #queue #writing tag

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emanation-aura · 9 months

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What if Joker got a Palace in the Third Semester AU: the unhinged explanation.

Goro had looked up Kurusu last night, using old police files he wasn’t technically sure he had access to any more, but he was past giving a shit. The arrest record and documents listing charges against him he’d taken from the chief interrogator— they were still there, but curiously blank, in a way only cognitive distortion could manage. His hometown existed, but an illegal search of Shido’s census database didn’t reveal anybody living in the Kurusu household; not Akira Kurusu, not his parents or literally anyone else. The whole thing was a baffling mystery that had exhausted him to the point of passing out. The violence of clearing Shadows gives his aching mind a bit of clarity, though, and with it, a chilling thought. Akira Kurusu has been erased from reality.

Set from Goro's perspective. Instead of waking up on January 1st to a changed reality, on that day, Akira suddenly disappears. He is not gone from the Phantom Thieves' cognitions, but he is physically missing, and stranger still are his blank arrest records and the existence of the Kurusu household in a government census that Goro has completely transparently and legally obtained, despite the fact that "Akira Kurusu" does not exist.

“If he’s been erased from reality, does that mean Maruki overwrote his… his existence itself?" The low, simmering anger in her voice and the way she drops the honorific for Maruki speaks volumes about how Kurusu’s absence has radicalised Yoshizawa against Maruki’s tempting demands. It doesn’t quite satisfy him, because Kurusu is still missing and Yoshizawa is far too innocent for her own good; but it is enough to give him confidence in her teamwork, at least. “I have my doubts about that,” Goro says. He weighs his words carefully, trying to construct the evidence in a way that makes sense. “If he were truly overwritten from this reality, the Phantom Thieves wouldn’t remember their friend; they do, albeit in a very limited way.”

Yoshizawa hums thoughtfully. “Maruki managed to overwrite the cognitions of all the Phantom Thieves into believing their dead or estranged relationships had returned. He has no trouble writing people into reality; it should follow that he can write someone out of reality, but it seems while an effort was made, it wasn’t complete enough.” “Indeed.” Goro hides the modicum of surprise he feels at Yoshizawa’s brains; she’s no detective, but she’s decided smarter than Goro had given her credit for. “To support your conclusion: the papers on which his arrest record was printed still exist, even if the pages are blank. The census database indicates that the Kurusu household is empty, but also that it exists.” It would be a fascinating conundrum if he wasn’t under imminent threat of this cognitive reality. Either Kurusu has been imprecisely written out of this reality, or… “What if he’s currently residing in another plane of existence?”

In this AU, I basically postpone Kasumi/Sumire's internal crisis until after they have figured out what the fuck happened to Akira. "Kasumi" and Akechi enter the Odaiba Palace as usual despite the lack of Joker, find out it's Maruki, but he doesn't show "Kasumi" the traumatising videos of her past life for reasons untold.

“As you said, it is unlike Maruki to imprecisely remove him from reality. If he were so intent on giving his friends their paradise, he would either allow Kurusu to exist to be their friend, or overwrite his existence completely so the Phantom Thieves fully immerse themselves in the fantasy of their desired lives, which all supposedly took place before they met Kurusu.” Madarame’s pupil, the Nijima sisters and their father, Wakaba Isshiki, Kunikazu Okumura… the only exception is a human Morgana, but Morgana has always been an exception. “Instead Kurusu exists as a memory and artifacts of his existence weren’t properly erased. Perhaps, due to his… unique powers, he was able to separate himself from this version of reality before Maruki got to him.” It’s a stretch, but at the same time, the incongruity of the entire fucking Metaverse continues to burn a hole through his brain, so really, nothing is going to stop him at this point. “Crow-senpai…” Yoshizawa is hesitant, as if she is also grasping how tenuous the connection is. But then her face hardens in an expression he’d thought her incapable of: sheer, raw determination. “The Metaverse is an alternate plane of existence.”

Goro and "Kasumi" figure out that Palaces apart from Maruki's simply cannot exist, because technically, reality itself is Maruki's Palace; he is spreading his cognitive belief (distortion) to the entire world via god powers. With such overwhelming cognitive control, no "real" place exists for cognitive distortion to occur, because "reality" is already just "cognition" by Maruki.

They try Mementos, sure. Mementos is the collective unconscious, and while Persona-users can't have Shadows, if one is being perceived by the collective unconscious, one is also technically part of it: AKA, if the Shadows in Mementos registered Joker as like, a person, proof of his existence still exists in the cognitive world. (Of course said cognitive world is currently fusing with reality but I digress.) They try inputting Joker's name into the Mementos Nav to see if it will register him in the public unconscious, but unfortunately, no dice.

But Joker is special. He is the Wild Card, and unbeknownst to Goro or "Kasumi", he has access to the Velvet Room, a place 'between mind and matter, dream and reality'. Not saying that it's simple enough for him to just escape to the Velvet Room, but he's always been special, and has powers that none of them understand. So strange things always happen to him, and well:

“He can’t be totally gone,” Goro tries to reason, more for himself than Yoshizawa. If he has to try and convince the Phantom Thieves to face reality and defeat Maruki by himself, he is going to scream. “Evidence of his existence is improperly erased, meaning his cognition has not fully disappeared, even if Mementos doesn’t perceive him. If so—” Yoshizawa suddenly goes very, very still. “There is one other possibility,” she murmurs almost disbelievingly. It strikes Goro the way lightning skewers a tree. It would make sense, though. Maruki physically resides in his Palace because his distortion extends to the entire world; ergo, the entire world is technically his Palace. If Kurusu were physically residing anywhere else, it would be a cognitive reality under his control, not one where he'd been erased… “No,” Goro says out of sheer disbelief, the same time Yoshizawa flicks her finger to the ‘Palace’ tab and says in a somehow-perfect voice that doesn’t shake: “Akira Kurusu.” “Candidate found.”

Akira doesn't have a physical location for his distortion to center on; Metaverse Palace access depends on target/location/distortion to find routing, and location has thus far always been physical (Shujin, shack, Shibuya/Tokyo, Futaba's room, Okumura Foods company HQ, courthouse, Diet building). But somehow he's managed to escape Maruki's reality through a Palace of his own.

And, look. I've read a lot of Joker gets a Palace fics. The keywords vary from fic to fic; distortion is commonly masquerade / prison / theatre, or anything reasonable construed to separate facets of the social self. Location also varies, but less; I've seen Leblanc / his room / all of Tokyo / the entire world.

I'm not going to do anything particularly new either. But the keyword for location in this AU is going to be Akira's heart.

It's not a physical location, obviously. But it is also a very fitting metaphor for a Phantom Thief turned Palace owner who knows exactly what distortion is. It also provides a convenient respite from Maruki's reality, because "Akira Kurusu's heart" is not part of Maruki's cognition the same way "courthouse" or "Diet Building" might be. So when transported there by the Metaverse, "Kasumi" probably gets a flood of terrible memories, since she is in a plane of existence where she truly and only exists as Sumire.

As for distortion... I haven't decided yet, but I'm leaning towards prison. (rubs hands) it will slot nicely with the emotional repression angle: a prison with high walls and iron spikes, perched on a stormy island and impenetrable to all. Akira truly deludes himself in believing his heart is an impenetrable fortress where all his feelings must stay locked up... forever. Goro and Sumire are basically fighting to open the doors in his heart and stopping him from repressing his feelings, which is some dramatic irony with Mr. Black Mask doing the infiltration.

No real details yet, but I do want there to be a perfect replica of the interrogation room, including all the abuse and drugs, because poor akiren is probably repressing his trauma over that too :( I wonder how Black Mask Goro would react to seeing the interrogation room in full, bloody detail? Plus having Sumire along for the ride, who didn't know that this happened, making them the two absolute worst people to be witnessing this side of him.

Anyway, Third Semester Palace is more interesting to me than a post-game one because of all the wonky shenanigans around Maruki's control of reality. If reality is Maruki's "Palace", then the Wild Card (who resists by his very nature; see how he and Goro are the only ones sane) defends himself by escaping to another plane of existence. Unfortunately, one option is forming a Palace, which Akira was already on his way to doing because [insert fanon and this guy's trauma over losing Akechi and the interrogation room and the social burden of being an unwanted criminal branded to him for what seems like the rest of his life]. This all could have been avoided if Lavenza, but there would have been no AU for me to brainrot about, so.

(Why doesn't Maruki show "Kasumi" her trauma when Goro and her show up in the Palace? Butterfly effect: not from Joker being gone, but from Akira having a whole-ass Palace. Akira Kurusu, the kid Maruki therapised for nearly a year and formed a deep bond with. The saviour complex in Maruki compels him to focus on dismantling Akira's Palace, which he tries to do by cognitive "brute force" rather than Goro and Sumire's infiltration. So he's too distracted to harass "Kasumi".)

Technically, Maruki and Akira "doing battle" with cognition (Akira retreating from the overwritten reality hastily; Maruki trying to delete the Palace) implies a metaphysical plane where all Palaces/cognitive worlds exist in a same... "place" where they can cohabit, but that just seems like a dangerously close brush with persona 3's Sea of Souls where Door-kun is sealed and I am running out of steam to think more.

I wrote 1,500 words in a frenzy for this AU and had to share some here before I lost all my inspiration.

#persona 5 #goro akechi #persona 5 joker #akira kurusu #takuto maruki #how do you even tag yoshizawa??#third semester p5 #fic writing #i wrote this post at 3am sometimes funny things happen to my words #persona 5 fanfiction

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I knew you’d have a good take on this. Bless 💕💕💕💕

ASDFHSDF thank you anon i try my best fr 😭💖

and look, i get some of the reactions. i've said this before, i totally understand the frustration. i was upset too initially. but i feel like the overall reaction has blown way out of proportion 😭 and a lot of people don't realize that their company has not been profitable for a long time which led to sooo many bad takes that they're Greedy or an Evil Corporation wanting to exploit their fanbase when that isn't the case at all.

my only main criticism is that this should've been a gradual announcement with a gradual move to their watcher tv platform. at least start out with tiers to their streaming platform while posting some videos on youtube (watch a couple seasons/episodes for this set amount, watch here but with no ads, watch here but with ads, figure out how to make it affordable for international viewers etc etc.) and maybe there wouldn't be a huge conundrum over it.

i hope they do make some changes and find some middle ground, but i also hope they aren't too hurt by this. y'know?

#asks #sophie answers

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azureflame · 1 year

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A Fae’s Snowy Celebration (Part 3)

● Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

● Characters: (Y/n) (gender neutral), Lilia, Malleus & miscellaneous characters

● Pairing: Malleus x (Y/n) (gender neutral)

● Word count: 4,151

● Warnings: None

● Author’s: HAPPY BELATED CHRISTMAS, Y’ALL! Fr though, I’m so sorry for not posting anything in ages. I’m sure you’ll enjoy this stupidly long story.

“Excuse me, (Sir/Ma’am). Excuse me.” A faery maid knocks on the door to (Y/n)’s room. She was assigned to take care of them by Malleus’s order. Not wanting to invade the guest’s privacy, but also not wanting to have them miss their breakfast left them in quite the conundrum. Before knocking one more time, the door opened.

“Yes? How may I help you?”

“Good morning, Mr./Mrs. (L/n). Prince Malleus had assigned me to take care of you during your stay here at the castle” explained the faery maid.

“I see. I hope that we may get along with each other for however long I’ll be staying here” said (Y/n) with a smile before turning over to a sleeping Grim. “Hey Grim, wake up. It’s time to eat.”

Grim groaned in annoyance. “Five more minutes, henchman…”

“You’ll be missing out on some exquisite tuna if you continue to sleep” stated (Y/n) coyly.

“TUNA?! Why didn’t you say so” shouted Grim as he ran toward (Y/n). “By the way, you’re gonna give Lilia that list during breakfast?”

“Of course. I’ve narrowed it down to a few options, but I still cannot figure out the best one” sighed (Y/n).

“A list to Sir Vanrouge” asked the faery maid, now very confused.

“I’m compiling a list of potential gifts to give Malleus on the day, or rather night, of the Christmas celebration. While I may be a close friend of his, Lilia IS his caretaker, so he should know his tastes better than I ever could” explained (Y/n).

The faery maid smiled. “I see. How thoughtful of you. I’m sure the prince will be pleased by whatever gift you will bestow upon him.”

“Thank you. Anyways, gotta grab it now before I forget” said (Y/n) before retrieving a folded piece of paper from their desk as well as a red pen. “Let’s head out to the dining hall before Sebek hunts me down & yells my ears off.”

The faery maid became annoyed upon hearing his name. “Are you perhaps referring to that loud-mouthed boy? I swear, I’m shocked by how he has yet to lose his voice.”

“You & me both” replied (Y/n).

The Ramshackle duo quickly followed the faery maid to the dining hall where Lilia, Malleus & his grandmother, Queen Maleficia, were waiting for their breakfast to arrive. As expected, it was filled to the brim with various servants of the castle.

“(Y/n). I’m glad that you are here, my love” said Malleus, smiling while blushing. He tried so hard to not pout after hearing both his grandmother & Lilia from giggling.

“Hi, Malleus. Sorry if I took too long. Anyways, what’s the plan for this month? I didn’t have any in mind given my previous situation back at school” asked (Y/n).

“You see, the castle staff shall be busy preparing for the Christmas feast. I’m afraid I’ll be rather busy assisting my grandmother with her part. I hope you can understand” sighed Malleus.

“Don’t worry about it! I understand that it’s part of your duty as the future king” replied (Y/n) cheerfully.

“Thank you. Rest assured that I shall find the time to be with you during the event” said Malleus before discussing the matters of the Christmas party with his grandmother.

While everyone was waiting for their food to arrive, (Y/n) tapped on Lilia’s shoulder. “Lilia. Last night, Grim & I made a list of potential gifts to give to Malleus & I need your input badly. I’ve got a limited budget & I promised Sucré some cookies.”

“Oh? Let’s see here…” Lilia had carefully analyzed the full list, including a few options that were crossed out. “No wonder you needed my assistance. This will not be an easy task as there are many fine options. However, I do believe that this is the perfect gift for him” said Lilia as he pointed to a specific bullet point. “By the way, do not worry about your finances as I will assist you in this endeavor.”

“Thank you so much, Lilia. You’re a lifesaver” cheerfully replied (Y/n). They took out their red pen & circled the gift Lilia recommended they get for Malleus so they don’t forget.

Before long, everyone’s breakfast had arrived. The only people who continued to talk as they ate were the servants, so at least it wasn’t complete silence.

For once, Grim ate with some manners. Was it because of his humiliating encounter with the faery librarian? Regardless, he wasn’t causing (much) trouble for (Y/n) & that’s what’s important.

Once the Draconia family finished their meal, they departed to get started on their work for the day.

Lilia waited for (Y/n) & Grim to finish theirs. “(Y/n), Grim. I’ll be heading out to Holly Town in a bit. Would you two like to come with me?”

“Sure! Might as well get a taste on what this kingdom is like” replied (Y/n).

“Aww. Do I HAVE to go? I’d rather relax in our room” grumbled Grim.

“Don’t be like that, Grim. You’d be surprised by the kinds of foods my people can offer” chuckled Lilia.

The microsecond Grim heard the word “foods,” he looked at Lilia in surprise. “What?! Food!”

“Yes. Their world-renowned gingerbread castles, roasted duck & turkey, cranberry sauce & yule log are nothing to laugh at! People have to place orders weeks in advance & certain products such as the gingerbread castle will not be shipped internationally because the magic used to maintain their structural integrity could fade away over time. Even the castle staff members that are in charge of ordering the food for the feast sometimes encounter difficulties.”

“Are you serious?! We’d better get going pronto” panicked poor (Y/n).

At the entrance to Holly Town…

A cobblestone wall surrounds the city & an elegant cherry wood door with ornate carvings stands proudly. A group of soldiers can be seen inspecting visitors before permitting them to enter.

“Lilia. I know you said this place gets busy during the holidays, but this is utterly ridiculous” cried (Y/n).

Because of the sheer beauty & size of Holly Town, there were numerous people of various races (mostly fae) entering & exiting the place.

“There’s gonna be nothing left for us to buy when we get in” said Grim with exasperation. “We gotta find a way to sneak past them.”

“There’s no need for that. Allow me to speak to one of the guards” assured Lilia. He approaches one of the guards & greets them. “Greetings, sir.”

The moment the guard saw him, he saluted him. “Sir Vanrouge! It is an honor to see you! How may I be of service?”

“My friends & I wish to enter this beautiful town” stated Lilia before being granted access. He gestures (Y/n) & Grim to follow him. “Stay by my side, you two. I don’t want you two to get lost.”

Both (Y/n) & Grim nodded. Their nervousness turned to admiration after seeing the European-style homes & their elegant decorations.

(Y/n) noticed two things they all had in common: at least one type of decoration incorporated hollies & a large, elegant symbol was carved into the front doors which they surmised was the crest of the family that owned the house.

Grim, now sitting on (Y/n)’s shoulder, saw the pretty light emanating from a nearby lamp post & jumped to get a closer look. To his surprise, he found himself in Lilia’s arms. “Agh! Don’t scare me like that!”

“I can’t help it. You seemed to be a little too fascinated by the lights. Sure they’re beautiful, but as I’ve said earlier, I don’t want you two getting out of my sight. Cell phones have no signal in the Valley of Thorns & you two lack the means of communicating via magic.”

“Lilia? Can we stop for a bit? I’d like to take some pictures with my cellphone” asked (Y/n). They started doing so after Lilia agreed to pause & enjoy the winter atmosphere. “I can’t wait to see the rest of the town.”

“We should head over to the plaza then. There’s usually several groups of performers that arrive during this time of the year” stated Lilia.

At Holly Town center…

As soon as the trio had arrived, (Y/n) began recording the performers at work. The story they chose was about three ghosts teaching a rich, old man about the consequences of being greedy.

(Y/n) loved the story because it teaches how important it is to show compassion & generosity toward others, especially those less fortunate than others.

Grim, on the other hand, didn’t get why one specific old man needed to be taught those lessons, but he did admire the special effects (a.k.a. magic) of the play.

After some time had passed, the trio entered a nearby department store (that had an unknown language written at the front) to get everything for Sucré & Malleus’s gifts.

To say the Ramshackle duo were blown away was an understatement. Seemingly endless rows of toys, sweets, Christmas decorations & much, much more were lining up the large, wooden shelves. However, the staff seem to have trouble keeping them full as many customers seem to be interested in just about everything in their inventory.

“Wow. This place is jam packed too” muttered (Y/n). Turning to Lilia, they said “It’s no wonder you’re having to stand next to me the whole time. I would be scared of navigating the entire place by myself.”

“Do not worry, Your Majesty, for I shall protect you with my life” Lilia joked.

(Y/n) blushed. “Stop it, Lilia. You’re making me think of being married to Ma- Tsunotarou.” They were afraid of causing a mass panic among the masses by saying Malleus’s name out loud, so they resorted to referring to him strictly by his nickname. It does sound nice being able to spend the rest of my days with Malleus, though. To wake up every morning being kissed by him, working alongside him & more importantly… growing old with him. I’d do ANYTHING to get a happy ending like that.

Unbeknownst to (Y/n), they were blushing. Grim & Lilia noticed & looked at each other before the latter chuckled.

“Ok, Your Excellency. We better get moving.” The bat fae dragged (Y/n) to the area of the store where they could obtain the materials for Malleus’s gift. “Any idea what exactly you’ll be needing?”

(Y/n) looked around in silence. They just couldn’t remove the image of being Malleus’s spouse out of their head. It got to the point where they started picking random items that even Grim wasn’t sure were necessary for the gift.

Sighing happily, Lilia tapped (Y/n)’s shoulder. He helped them return the unneeded products back to their proper place. To think that Malleus would be in love & his feelings are reciprocated. At least he chose a kind-hearted person like (Y/n). If they do not get married soon, then Malleus may find himself feeling lonelier than ever. How can I prevent such a tragedy from occurring?… I got it! The castle library! Its fireplace is the perfect setting for a romantic confession!

“Great. First my henchman & now Lilia? It better not happen to me too” Grim mumbled.

“Lilia? Is something the matter” asked (Y/n).

“Not at all. What else do you need” Lilia asked.

(Y/n) listed a few items they needed, some of which were personal.

Lilia nodded & he helped (Y/n) finish up their shopping for the day.

Once all was said & done, the trio spent a little more time in Holly Town, admiring the decorations, taking a few pictures with the locals, etc. Of course, there were a couple of instances where Grim attempted to cause mischief by stealing some food, but Lilia’s lightning fast reflexes prevented him from doing so. Despite this, they had a wonderful time & before they knew it, it was well past dinnertime.

Upon returning to the castle, (Y/n) was surprised to see everyone in a panic. “Ummm… Lilia? How long were we gone for?”

That answer would soon be answered by Malleus as he rushed over to his friend & caretaker. “Lilia! (Y/n)! There you are!” He hugged them both tightly before glaring at them. "Where were you two?! The two of you were gone the entire day!"

Chuckling nervously, (Y/n) pulled out a box of muffins. "Care for some muffins, Malleus? We got them from a bakery in Holly Town."

"While I do appreciate any & all baked goods from that place, I can't deny that I feel upset not knowing where you two were. As punishment, you shall be spending the rest of the day as well as tomorrow under my supervision, (Y/n). Do you understand?"

Feeling embarrassed, (Y/n) replied "I understand, Tsunotarou. I just wanted to make sure I could get you something for Christmas this year. I'm not telling you what it is, of course."

"A present? For me? Well, I'll be looking forward to it."

On the day of the party…

(Y/n) observed the embellished dance hall with stars in their eyes. “Wow. This whole place looks absolutely gorgeous. The guests look about as fancy as I’d expect them to be.” They turn to look at the fae maid that took care of them this whole time. “I truly cannot thank you enough for making this outfit for me. I don’t know what I would’ve done had you not been there for me.”

The fae maid giggled. “Why thank you. I do enjoy sewing & when Lord Lilia had informed me of your situation, I just couldn’t resist making clothes for you. How many did I make for you again?”

“Enough to fill a closet… I haven’t even been here for a month, yet you managed to pull off such a daunting task. This makes me wonder what else you’re capable of that I don’t know” (Y/n) wondered aloud.

“Teehee. That’s a secret. What isn’t a secret is that the dance shall begin soon” replied the fae maid.

As if on cue, music filled the room & everyone except the Draconia family began to look for anyone to dance with.

Even if (Y/n) knew the basics of ballroom dancing, they didn’t want to make a fool of themselves by heading over to the dance floor.

“You can’t enjoy the festivities in the corner, you know” said Lilia after appearing out of nowhere.

Both (Y/n) & Grim shrieked from surprise while the fae maid simply rolled her eyes.

“Lilia! What’s it gonna take for you to not give us a heart attack” asked (Y/n) angrily. “You’re lucky I didn’t drop my present to Malleus. By the way, when can I give it to him? I don’t want to spend the entire party carrying it around.”

“I’ll take care of that for you” replied Lilia, taking the present before walking away.

(Y/n) really didn’t want to dance, but they had a feeling Lilia was going to offer himself as a dance partner & they had a bad feeling his dancing techniques were… interesting to say the least.

“Pardon me, (Y/n), but would you mind dancing with me? I have only arrived just now.”

(Y/n) turned around &, much to their astonishment, saw Sucré approaching them. He wore a stunning green suit that complimented his ghostly pale complexion & blond hair. His slicked back hair allowed anyone to get a better view of his amber-colored eyes.

“Sucré! Boy am I glad to see you. You look handsome, you know” said (Y/n). “And yes. I’d like to dance with you.”

“Likewise.” Sucré gently took (Y/n)’s hand while smiling. “Let us not waste any more time.” After the duo set foot on the dance floor, he wrapped one arm around their waist & held their hand with the other.

To (Y/n)’s luck, the first song the musicians played was a slow one. They feared the possibility of stepping on Sucré’s foot, so they felt at ease. “Sucré. I’ve noticed that quite a lot of people are staring at least one of us. Do I look that bizarre?”

“Not at all. They’re staring at me because I almost never leave the magical archives. I do not believe there’s anything wrong with that, though. After all, the existence of fae, merfolk, beastmen & humans fascinates me. I’d like to understand how each group came into existence & how each group manages to coexist despite their differences.”

“I understand you completely. As someone who lacks magic & comes from a magicless world, I’d like to know why some worlds have it while others don’t & why certain races are more magically inclined than others.”

“I’m glad someone understands my philosophy of life. It’s not often I meet others who wish to know more about the intricacies of their world. Most would make poor excuses for things they don’t understand instead of conducting thorough research. Life would be so much easier for them if they stopped gossiping for once.”

“While the pursuit of knowledge is an admirable goal, there’s likely certain things out there that are never meant to be understood by anyone other than those of divine status. After all, too much curiosity could lead someone to a rather dark path.”

Sucré, pursing his lips, expressed that he at least wished people wouldn’t be so judgemental about the educational background of others or how they chose to spend their time if it doesn’t harm anyone.

(Y/n) agreed wholeheartedly with him.

Meanwhile, both Malleus & Queen Maleficia couldn’t believe who they saw on the dance floor.

“My grandson. Is that by any chance Sucré?”

“That seems to be the case. What could have possibly caused him to be outside the magical archives? My dear (Y/n) truly is full of surprises.” Malleus couldn’t help but watch his beloved dance. If only their dance partner was him…

Queen Maleficia chuckled when she saw her grandson’s slight pout. “Oh my. How uncouth of you to express jealousy in public. Do something to wipe that expression off your face.”

“I shall in a few minutes, Grandmother.”

Once the song ended, both Sucré & (Y/n) were in the very center of the dance floor.

“Somehow, I never stepped on your foot once, although there must’ve been multiple close calls. I was nervous the whole time thinking I would ruin this moment for you by doing that” sighed Yuu with relief.

Letting go of (Y/n), Sucré smiled. “While you may have much to learn about dancing, it certainly wasn’t that bad. I’m more surprised that I managed to retain all the information I acquired from my dance lessons. I was quite young when I last had them.”

“Subconscious memory, I suppose.” (Y/n) began to see people in front of them moving to the side as Malleus began to walk toward them. He looked as handsome & regal as always with his suit & matching cape. “Tsunotarou?”

“Hmm? Is that how you address the prince? What a silly nickname” chuckled Sucré.

“It is a silly nickname that I shall wear with pride, Sucré” retorted Malleus as he now stood directly in front of the two. “May I ask why you decided to make a public appearance now? I fail to recall you as the type that enjoys public events.”

“I simply wished to thank your dear friend for the cookies they baked for me as well as the time they’ve spent with me. Ever since that accidental encounter of ours, they have displayed quite an interest in my hobbies. I fail to see the issue here, Your Highness.”

“My issue here is that their first dance wasn’t with me.” Malleus wasn’t too pleased to be robbed of such a special occasion from (Y/n) & his expression made that very clear.

“Do I sense jealousy within you? You have a public image to maintain, you know” said Sucré, smirking.

“You should know how much (Y/n) means to me” retorted Malleus.

Not wanting the situation to get any worse, (Y/n) stood between both fae men while glaring at them. “Guys, that’s enough.” Looking at Malleus, their expression softened. “If you’d like, my next dance shall be with you. What do you say?”

“I’d appreciate that.”

“To see the young prince in love is something I never imagined. I shall leave you two lovebirds ample space to dance freely.” Sucré walked to stand alongside the other guests, not caring how flustered (Y/n) became.

“What?! Get back here-”

“Do not worry about him, my love. As reclusive as he is, he still enjoys teasing others as does most of faekind.” Looking at the musicians, Malleus nodded so as to order them to play once again.

They all looked at each other & knew what song they had to play. Soon enough, the whole room was filled with a song so well known for encapsulating the love between two royals.

“This song. It’s-”

Malleus hummed to the music as he began taking his first steps with (Y/n).

(Y/n) tried their best to follow along, but had a little difficulty staying focused with how charming Malleus looked.

Sighing, Sucré casted a spell that would allow (Y/n) to dance more gracefully. He wasn’t going to permit his new friend from embarrassing themselves in front of everyone.

Once the musicians began to sing, Malleus’s smile grew wider.

For a moment in time, (Y/n) forgot that people were watching the two of them. They never could’ve imagined themselves falling in love with a prince, much less having the opportunity to form a relationship with said prince. It was hard for them to not giggle like a young child. After all, they were living in a literal fairytale. When the song had come to an end, (Y/n) thanked Malleus for the dance & that they would rest for a while.

Malleus decided that (Y/n) should stay by his side for the rest of the party. After his banter couldn’t risk anyone trying to seduce them. He offered them his arm & walked to where his grandmother stood.

“That was quite the wonderful performance from you two.” Queen Maleficia’s smile turned into a frown as she looked at Malleus. “I will have to scold you once this celebration is over, however.”

At the dining hall…

(Y/n) was simply astonished by the variety of food that was being served. Sure, there were several soups & stews, but there were several that they’ve never seen. They noticed Grim trying to scarf down his meal, but a stern warning was enough for him to eat properly.

“I take it that you find your meal delectable, correct” asked Malleus to (Y/n).

“Of course. I wish I could eat like this every day.”

Smiling, Malleus thought I would like for that as well.

At the castle library after the party…

While (Y/n) enjoyed the party, they were tired as hell. Despite this, Lilia instructed them to head over to the castle’s library. Why does he want me to be here? I just want to sleep. Their question was answered when they got to the fireplace where they saw Malleus sitting on the couch. “Tsunotarou! I’m really happy to see you.” Sitting down on the couch allowed them to notice their gift to him on his lap. “I hope you’ll like what I made for you.”

“I’m certain I will.” Carefully removing the wrapping paper, Malleus opened the box containing his gift. His eyes widened at the sight of it. “(Y/n).” Lifting it from the box, he was able to get a better look. “I’m truly speechless. What a wonderful gift you have given me. I will cherish it forever.”

“Aww. Thank you. Hmm? Why are you upset?”

“I was unable to provide you with a Christmas gift. I deeply apologize, my sweet (Y/n).”

“I thought inviting both Grim & I WAS the gift!”

“No. That was simply me not wanting you to suffer in that dilapidated dorm with no one but that feline & the ghosts. I am truly ashamed that I couldn’t have at least ordered one of my servants to procure a gift that would satisfy you.”

“Hmmm… How about a kiss? I mean, we do have our occasional romantic & even intimate moments, but I still cherish each of them as if it were my first.”

Smiling, Malleus replied “If that is what my love wants, then who am I to object?” After carefully setting his gift aside on a small table, he turns to face (Y/n) with an abnormally serious expression. “Please let me know when you wish for me to stop.” His expression softened a bit & he wrapped one arm around (Y/n)’s waist while placing a hand at the back of their head. He leans toward them, allowing their lips to come into contact.

Closing the doors to the library, Queen Maleficia & Lilia looked at each other.

“When do you suppose that the wedding shall occur, Sir Vanrouge?”

“I’d say after a few more years.”

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