#I shall introduce her other siblings soon

[writingsofwesteros]

Wolf x lion!

The Robyn introducing her babies to the North and her family one! Please write a one shot for that!

The introductions and awkwardness ends when at night, Tywin again publicly calls her to his bad chambers. She does have a duty.

The Northern Lords kinda happy for her happy and rich marriage and Tywin's help against Ironborn. But they still hate the Lannisters.

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

The carriage silently trodden along the slightly broken road leading up to Robyn’s once only home; the thought alone had her heart tightening. The golden furs of her new house wrapped around Robyn to fight off the cold even if it did not affect her as much. Tywin made sure she wore it and it was only now she realised it was to show her off..not for any comfort of hers.

“Mama…” Her darling boy whispered as his small nap was so rudely interrupted by the look of the pout on his face. The soft giggling of the Queen and her ladies had Robyn rolling her eyes as she gently brought her babe onto her lap. “We are nearly here.” Robyn whispered; fingers brushing those locks of his as the carriage began to slow down.

“It’s cold.” He babbled and she only brought her son impossibly closer; under the furs she had been gifted by his father. “We will be inside soon.” Robyn softly whispered and pressed a kiss to the top of his head as he snuggled closer. She gently stroked his hair some more whilst resting her head back on the seat; her heart pounding away.

Cersei’s arrogance came in handy, Robyn thought to herself as she watched the Queen begin to prepare to present herself, which allowed Robyn more time to steady herself. She took more than enough time as her son only got itchy feet. “My love…” The sound of her husband’s voice reached her as Robyn shyly looked up.

Robyn unknowingly tightened her hold on her babe as she brought him onto her hip; his excitement filled eyes looking around. Tywin watched her every move; amusement and other emotions she could not describe racing through his eyes. “Thank you.” Robyn softly whispered before Tywin pressed a soft kiss to her temple.

Their arms locked as Robyn delicately stepped into the snow; the crunching echoing in the silence that hovered. Finally, Robyn gained the courage and her head lifted up. The sight of her family was enough for a soft smile to spread across her face. “Mother..” Robyn softly whispered in greeting as she was brought into a warm hug.

Gods, it was good to be in her embrace, Robyn thought as she burrowed into her mother’s neck. She had missed her so much. She never wanted this embrace to end but soon her babe was babbling and tugging on her locks for attention. A soft giggle escaped Robyn as she gently introduced her happy babe as Tywin closed in from behind.

His hand gently was placed on her hip, stroking his thumb as if reminding you of his presence. Robyn hoped the smile stayed on her face as she stepped to the side for the introductions to continue. She placed a last kiss to her mother’s cheek before moving down the line and greeting her siblings whilst ignoring the Queen’s stare.

“We should get the little lad in the warmth.” Jon whispered and their eyes locked for a moment as a warm smile tugged on her lips. “Thank you, brother.” Robyn hummed before placing an arm around his neck in an embrace. The she-wolf did not have to look around to see the stares; she could feel them on her body as she stepped away from Jon.

Still, Tywin was never far away as his hand came to collect hers. His free hand moved through their son’s hair. In front of everyone’s view; he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Robyn’s temple. His claim was heard loud and clear. “Shall we go inside, love?” Tywin hummed; just loud enough for people to eavesdrop. 

“Of course..” Robyn hummed and only brought her son impossibly closer as she looked over her shoulder to her mother once more. Her eyes were covered in shock as Robyn slowly turned to see Cersei’s smirk still on her face. Tywin’s hand slowly moved up and down her back as he guided her into the room; her old family guards bowing their heads as familiar Lords came into view.

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“Did you have to ask for me in front of them all?” She began to whimper into her Lord husband’s ear as her body began to move. His hands stroking up and down her sides as she settled on his lap; his fat cock stuffed inside her weeping, creamy pussy. His slacks only pushed down for his cock to be free whilst her beautiful, bare body was on full display.

“Yes…why, was there a problem with me doing so?” Tywin hummed and tried to keep his desire at bay, for now. A soft blush made its way over her cheeks as she stared down. Why did he not see the problem, she whimpered to herself. Tywin only moved his hips; his hands brushing to her arse and beginning to palm at her.

Those long locks of hers cascading down her back as he pulled her impossibly close. Her legs began to shake with pleasure. “Hmm, do you not want to do your duty?” He purred into her ear; knowing Robyn still did not know how to come to terms with enjoying this. Her soft, ample breasts continued to bounce in his face so tauntingly. 

“Yes…I do my duty.” Robyn whimpered breathlessly as her head fell back in pleasure. “I know you do.” Tywin hummed. “You do it so perfectly.” The old lion whispered sweet praises in her ear that had Robyn melting. A soft blush as ever came across her face as she leaned in; their noses brushing together for a moment.

Tywin was quick to passionately capture her soft lips. HIs fingers moved into her locks now and brought Robyn against him. He brushed her locks to one side before pressing soft, open mouthed kisses down her neck. The marks he was planting on her soft skin now would be there for all to see in the coming days.

“I want another heir..” Tywin hummed; chewing on her neck some more as she shivered against him at the comment. “Tywin….he’s only just a year…” Robyn hiccuped in pleasure as she tried to argue her point. The old lion only hummed as he began to manipulate her movements as his own thrusts quickened and pushed deep.

He tugged on her locks and caused Robyn to gasp out, as Tywin leaned in and forced his tongue down her throat. Her eyes only widened as she whimpered; collapsing onto his chest as her stomach tightened even more. Tywin groaned as she fluttered around him as her own bouncing began to quicken whilst she chased her release.

Tywin only lent back and enjoyed the ride she was giving him. His smirk never left his face as his hands moved towards her arse. His free hand slowly moved to her soft, bouncing breast and began to palm her. His thumb teasing her pebbled nipple that was still so sensitive. Tywin pinched them and watched as his little she-wolf loudly cried out.

He pinched them again whilst reaching for her other one as Robyn began to lose whatever control she had left. Tywin gently cupped her face; his thumb brushing over her bottom lip as she shook against him whilst her orgasm ripped through her. Robyn squirted around his still thrusting cock as her body could only take what he gave her.

Tywin only kept her impossibly close as his thrusts quickened. His palming of her is becoming harsher now. He spread her cheeks apart as her squirting continued each time she moved up and down. Robyn’s eyes squeezed shut as his thumb slowly hooked into her other hole. “Taking everything I give you, hmm, pretty girl?”

His taunting continued throughout the evening as he pushed his cum deeper inside her again and again.

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[kyojurismo]

Headcanons for Giyuu adopting a teenager and there baby sibling and is just like these are my children and introduce them to the pillars?

▸ ANSWERING. hello! i’m slowly catching up to the reqs since i’m starting feeling better (it’s been a whole week at this point, but whatever). hope you’ll enjoy it & thank u for sending a request <3

▸ FANDOM. kimetsu no yaiba

▸ CHARACTERS. giyu tomioka x teenager gn!reader + all the hashiras

▸ RATING. sfw

▸ WARNINGS. reader is 16 y/o while their sister and brother are around 5 and 7 y/o, soft giyu <3, not proofread you know the drill (:

giyu saved you and your two siblings from a demon who attacked your family

he found you holding your little sister and brother, trying to cover them from seeing your parents being eaten by the demon. the three of you were all crying and terribly shaking so at first giyu wasn’t really sure what to do

he asked you if there was someone who could take care of you, but you simply shook your head

in that moment he decided to take you with him, asked for permission to keep you all at his house

your little sister was the first to “move on” from what happened, but you couldn’t blame her since she was very young and you tried your best to hide the scenes from her

your brother on the other hand started being angry, acting completely different from what he used to be: kind, gentle and full of joy. but once again, you couldn’t blame him either

they noticed you were less present, always thinking about what happened and sometimes dwelling on your parents’ memories. giyu noticed you always cried during the first nights you spent at his house

he tried his best to take care of you. playing with your sister, helping your brother to deal with his emotions (he let him exercise to get rid of negative emotions) and gifting you stuff to get you distracted from your thoughts

you love when he comes back with delicious food or a book for you

anyway, giyu let you meet the other pillars after a week or so, because he wanted to be sure you all were feeling a bit better

let’s start, shall we?

shinobu was shocked

obanai spat a simple “impossible.”

sanemi stared at giyu, then glanced at you and your siblings, trying to process that he was taking care of random children

muichiro casually glanced at you and then looked back to the sky, muttering something about forgetting soon

gyomei felt sorry about your situation and started crying of course

kyojuro encouraged & praised giyu for his decision and complimented him

tengen was surprised but recognised it was a very flashy action, he was doing the right thing by taking care of you instead of abandoning you to your destiny

mitsuri was so excited she could feel her heart exploding (her eyes were literally shining). she offered her help since she has siblings and giyu appreciated it

of course, mitsuri ended up spending loads of time with you: playing, eating together, taking care of cute animals, etc

shinobu played an important role too because your sister easily got sick so going to the butterfly mansion became a sort of routine

your brother also enjoyed spending time with the flame hashira because he was funny and kind, while your sister used to share her food with the wind hashira

something you enjoyed was tengen giving you piggybacks, usually when you’re pretty tired after being out the whole day

giyu does the same sometimes but due to tengen being taller you find it funnier

he usually looks a bit sad because deep down he fears you guys will start hating spending time with him & seek the other pillars’ company

mitsuri comforts him, saying that everyone can see clearly how you all love him, you in the first place

you’re grateful for him taking all of you, providing for your needs, making sure you’re healthy and safe

“giyu-san, i am truly grateful for everything you do for me and for my siblings. i hope we will find a way to repay for everything in the future.”

here comes a big hug because he doesn’t care about it, he grew very fond of you all and would do anything to protect you

episode from the same “series” here !!

▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated. i personally think that getting piggyback rides from tengen is amazing ): have a good day / night !!!

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[antioxidcnts]

NGA LU FRA'U You are Everything - Mong

Mong - Trust WC: 2k FemOmatikaya!Reader Pairings: {Neteyam x Reader - Strangers to Friends to Lovers}, {Lo’ak x Reader, Kiri x Reader, Tuk x Reader, Jake x Reader, Neytiri x Reader – Platonic} {An’oung x Reader, Tsireya x Reader, Ronal x Reader, Tonowari x Reader – Family} 

This version is in Third Person

Ok’irse had been down at the beach with Ronal and few other Na’vi women. Today they would introduce the new Na’vi children to the water as they were old enough to keep their heads up on their own. Ok’irse smiled brightly, looking at all the babies in their mothers arms, this was one of her favorite tasks. She would usually get to spend most of her morning simply playing in the water, today was unfortunately cut short. “Ok’irse, please come over here.” Ronal spoke, placing a hand on her belly, watching the babies splash around in the water. Ok’irse made her way over to her mother quickly, waving goodbye to the babies she passed. “Yes mother, what can I do for you?” She inquired, seeing that her mother was staring off into the distance. She glanced around, trying to pinpoint exactly what she was looking at. “Over there, your siblings and the Sully children.” She looked over to where her mother was pointing. “They appear to be getting along today mother-” “Yes, that is the problem.” Her mother hummed, pressing a finger to her lips. “Alright it is decided, you will follow your brother today, ensure he causes no more trouble.”  

“What! Please Mother, what about my chores? Father will have my tail if I do not complete my duties.” The young girl tried to protest, hanging her head soon after, knowing she would not get far arguing with her mother. “I shall take care of your father, do as I say and get on it. They are leaving.” Ronal nodded towards the group, watching as Lo’ak stormed away from the group. Ok’irse sighed heavily, grabbing her satchel and spear. She ran over to the group, seeing them standing around each other and talking. “Where is Lo’ak?” She questioned, walking closer to the group. “He ran away.” Tuk spoke gently, her face sad and her ears were pinned back. Neteyam reached down, picking up Tuk and holding her on his hip. “It’s alright Tuk, he will be okay.” He looked down the path he had last seen Lo’ak head in the direction of, unsure if he truly believed the words he was saying. “What are you doing here Kirse? I thought you were helping Mother with the Na’vi children today?” Tsireya looked over at her sister, looking between her and Neteyam. Tsireya would never say it out loud, but she had noticed something blossom between the two eldest in the time the Sully’s had been there. She knew that her older sister would have her tail if she made an accusation like that.  

Ok’irse smiled, looking over at her sister and walking over to Ao’nung. “Mother tasked me with her most important duty!” She flashed her siblings an idiotic grin, wrapping her arm around Ao’nungs neck, pulling him close and rubbing her hand through his hair. “Watching after this skxawng.” Ao’nung groaned loudly, attempting to pull himself from her grasp. “Let go of me! Kirse! This is so embarrassing!” He let his arms hang down, pretending as if the embarrassment had killed him. His friends laughed, poking harmless fun at him. “Didn’t know you needed a babysitter Ao’nung” They would tease him and that only would fuel his annoyance. Ok’irse laughed loudly, letting go of her brother and walking over to Kiri. “I think it’s time to take them outside the reef, don’t you think?” She looked over at Tsireya, who was already glowing after hearing those words come out of her mouth. Ao’nung rolled his eyes, looking over at his sister and the foreigner. “Oh but when I do it I get in trouble.” The two girls stuck their tongues out at the Metkayina boy, giggling to each other.  

The spirit tree wasn’t far outside the reef, roughly about a 10-minute swim on an Ilu. Most children would make the trip with their families until they were 13 or 14. The spirit tree was one of the most sacred places on pandora to the Metkayina. This was a place to visit ancestors, hear loved ones and commune with members of the past. The group arrived on Ilu’s, wading through the water and looking around at the scenery. “We are here.” Tsireya spoke as soon as they came up from the water. “This is the cove of ancestors.” She smiled, looking at Kiri and Tuk. “Our most sacred place.” Ok’irse added, looking at Neteyam and swimming closer to the tree. “Eclipse is the best time to be here.” Tsireya smiled climbing down from her Ilu and helping Tuk down. Ok’irse stopped her Ilu, going to move from her Ilu when she saw a hand extended out to her. She smiled, seeing the hand connected to Neteyam. He helped her down from her Ilu as they swam down to the hanging roots of the tree.  

It wasn’t long before Ok’irse was being shaken out of her trance, disconnecting her tsaheylu from the root and swimming up to the surface. “Come on!” Tsireya looked concerned, grabbing her sister by the hand. “What is going on?” Ok’irse gasped, looking around and seeing Neteyam speeding away with what appeared to be a limp body on his Ilu. “It’s Kiri, something has happened.” Tsireya got onto her Ilu, swimming off and following the other members of the group. “Come on Tuk, I got you.” Kirse helped Tuk climb onto the Ilu, pulling her head flush against her chest and riding the fastest she could back to the village. They arrived at the dock, climbing off the Ilu and running down the dock towards the Sully marui. “Is she going to be okay?” Tuk whimpered, clutching Kirse’s arm and holding her close.  

“Shh Tuk it’s alright, everything will be alright.” Ok’irse got down to the same level as Tuk, wrapping her arms around her and picking her up. She didn’t know if her words would be true, but she did know that those words were all she had to comfort the small girl with. She walked into the marui, taken aback by the human and new Na’vi that took up most of the space. She stiffened at the sight of a human, having not seen one before in her life. She set down Tuk, watching as the younger girl scrambled over to the body of Kiri, who was laying unconscious on the floor. The whole sight made Ok’irse feel sick, she clutched her stomach and excused herself from the marui, walking out and towards the beach. She passed her mother, who grabbed her arm, stopping her from leaving. “You are future Olo’eyktan.” The words her mother spoke made her blood run cold. “You must help those in need and here you are abandoning your friends.” She hung her head, nodding slowly before following her mother back into the marui.  

Neytiri forced the sky people out of the marui, giving space for Ronal and Ok’irse to work on healing Kiri. Neteyam stood at the door, watching as the two chanted together to wake her up. After some vigorus work, Tuk spoke first. “Kiri, you’re awake.” She cried, gently pushing hair away from Kiri’s face. Kiri soon also began to cry, sobbing as soon as she opened her eyes. A sigh of relief flooded the room, Neytiri held her daughters, the fear of losing them consumed her. Ok’irse stood up alongside Ronal, walking out of the marui to give them privacy. Neteyam looked to Ok’irse, silently thanking her with his eyes for helping his sisters. She nodded towards him, knowing that he would do the same if something had happened to her siblings. He approached her slowly, taking her hands. “Thank you Ok’irse, and thank you Tsahik Ronal.” Ronal smiled softly, nodding her head before walking off. “It was the least I could do.” 

Ok’irse stood there hand in hand with Neteyam, “Of course Nete, I would not of forgiven myself if something were to happen to any of you.” She looked up at the slightly taller boy, her eyes full of worry. He pulled her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her in a warm embrace. She felt safe there. All her life she had been the one protecting those around her. She could remember times when she was young that she had been hurt protecting her siblings, though she had no regrets. She had always been the one to do right by her clan, no matter the cost. She would lay her life down on the line for those she cared about. Her bond with the sully children may have been new, but it was not unfamiliar. She had spent many nights in their marui, laughing with Kiri, keeping Lo’ak out of trouble, playing with Tuk, and finding comfort in Neteyam.  

Kirse was the one to pull away, wiping the tears from her eyes and letting out a relieved sigh. “She is safe and awake. That is all that matters.” She smiled softly, looking up at him and feeling all the worry leave her body. “I cannot thank you enough, you have been looking after me and my family since we arrived here.” He placed his hand on her shoulder, softly caressing her skin. She could feel the goosebumps trailing down her back. “You would of done the same for me and my family Neteyam, well maybe not Ao’nung but even I can not blame you for that.” She teased, the color coming back to her face. She heard a scoff come from behind her, quietly giggling to herself knowing the sound came from her brother. “Maybe if you were nicer brother people would tolerate you.” Ao’nung watched the scene unfold in front of him. He could tell that his two sisters were lovesick and blinded by the forest boys. He rolled his eyes at her comment, coming closer and pulling Kirse away from Neteyams grasp. “I need you for something.” he mumbled. “Oh please Ao’nung when have you ever needed my help with anything.”  

His face furrowed into a scowl, pulling his sister away from the boy. He walked off, dragging her behind him. “Care to explain what you so desperately needed my help with that you had to drag me off from my friends?” Ok’irse spoke at last, pulling herself from his grip. “Don’t you have Olo’eyktan duties to attend to with father?” He groaned, not wanting to explain himself to his older sister. “Oh I get it now, you’re worried that if I start hanging out with Toruk Maktos children that I will get an edge on you during our ceremony.” She teased, walking around him to see his face. He snarled at her, grabbing her wrist and pulling it close. “Listen to me Ok’irse, the only thing I’m worried about is having demon blood in our family. You of all people should know what the sky people are capable of. I see the way you look at Neteyam and I see the way Tsireya looks at Lo’ak! Have you honestly not thought about what it would cost you if you pursued your fantasies?” His eyes were dark, clearly this was something he had been thinking of a lot. Ok’irse’s face twisted, pulling her wrist away from him. She hissed at him, “It is none of your business who I take interest in Ao’nung. I suggest you leave me alone.”  

She walked away from him, her ears pinned to the side of her head. He grumbled in disappointment, as much as he loved his older sister she could be more stubborn than him at times. He watched as she approached Neteyam, walking with him, talking with him, laughing with him. He couldn’t help but feel like this family had swooped in and destroyed his. Things had not once been normal for him since they had arrived. All he wished was to have his family back. Ok’irse grumbled all the way over to Neteyam, her feet hitting the pathway much harder than usual. Neteyam saw how angered she was when she approached him. “Woah, what did Ao’nung need from you?” He asked, trying to lighten the mood. “Nothing, lets just get out of here.” She grabbed his hand, pulling him away from the maruis. “I need a break from all of this.”  

A/N: Hiiii I'm so sorry for posting this so late, and that it's so short. I wanted to post it way sooner but I was so busy I didn't have a chance to sit down and do it. I have been writing these past few chapters before I post them because I feel like if I dont the story doesn't make sense. Long awaited chapter 4 is here though and chapter 5 will likely be posted on Tuesday since I am going back to work and school tomorrow. Thanks for all the love and support on this story and I hope you like it!

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[mmysticc-ev0let]

"Time will heal my heart!~"

This is a replaced Yuu but the replacement(s 🧐) likes her? Part 1/??

Yuu/Y/N is now changed into F!MC

Yuu P.O.V

After my one year stay, it was finally time to accept new students. Being qualified as a 'Dormleader' I had to be present. And since no one else could be the 'Vice-Dormleader', Grim took the spot, much to Crowley's protest..

We were now walking towards the Mirror Chamber I was introduced to last year.

"Potato, are you ready for the ceremony?"

Vil asked, I responded with a hum, we finally reached the doors that Crowley kicked open. Someone opened the door, probably the ghosts? We entered as I quietly marveled around the room. I hadn't looked at this room properly last time.

And surprisingly, Grim has been very quiet.. I looked at my right to see Grim, prim and proper. "You know Grim, if you do that, you're acting like nothing but a Royal Sword Academy student." I pointed out.

"Myeh! Really?!" He whispered, "Yeah.." I giggled at his antics. Before a booming voice yelled.

"Guys! Same predicament as last year!" I heard someone yell, I looked towards the voice to find a staff member overlooking an opened coffin.

"I will go find the student as I am so gracious and lovable!" I heard the person who has egotistical as their middle name.

His footsteps ran outside the door,

"Let the Ceremony Commence!"

and like last time. The ceremony started without him.

I was a part of the ceremony, in a different spot of course!

The staff took care of the students calling them out and if they have familiars, they will take care of the said familiars.

After the last of the students got sorted, and the poor souls that were in Heartslaybul and Octavinelle were praying because of some rumors..

Guess what? Like last time, Crowley did a karate kick and the door opened to see three figures?

"My graciousness has found the last student! Or shall I say students?" He asked. "Anyway, go off to get sorted, my grace will keep your items." He said, 'Items?' I thought. I didn't have any items when I first got transported.

One of the people in that small group pushed the other one. They are definitely siblings or best friends, it's canon.

"Jeez! Okay I'll go first, b¡tch!" The one who was pushed muttered the last part.

They, he or her walked towards the mirror and stopped right in front.

"State thy name."

"Shin Astro."

The person who I can now confirm is a boy because he took off his hood, said.

"Shin.., the Nature Of Your Soul is.. weird."

The mirror bluntly stated.

"I sense extreme magic within you but you do not belong in any dorm."

The mirror explained,

"Therefore, Ramshackle."

Whispers erupted as the rest of the students did not expect for the new Ramshackle dorm to have a student so soon.

"Please quiet down." I demanded a motherly voice, the quiet atmosphere was soon regained as I went to the newly selected student. He looked at me starstruck, "Let's go hm?" I asked as he happily walked with me back to the spot.

Seeing this, the girl immediately walked towards the mirror and stopped in front.

"State thy name"

"Miele Astro." She removed her cloak. Oh my Gawd another female!

OMG ANOTHER FVCKING FEMALE IM GONNA ASCEND! "Oh so another one like potato?" I heard Vil say. "Yay! New friend that's a different gender like Yuu!" Kalim happily stated.

I looked at the girl with hopes she'll be staying at my dorm so I can protect her from these pervs!

The poor girl looked at me in hopes she would be paired up with her friend, she looked at the mirror for an answer.

"Meile.., the Nature Of Your Soul is.. weird."

Again?!

"You have extraordinary abilities but do not belong to any dorm, therefore, Ramshackle"

She happily skipped towards me, the male beside me glared at her, "Hi brother! Hi soon to be (girl)friend!" She greeted. Though she muttered something incoherent. "Hello! I should introduce myself, I am Yuu L/N. Pleasure to be your acquaintance." I introduced myself to the two.

"Hello! I think you already know me and my brother!" She said. I hummed in 'yes'.

"That concludes the ceremony." Crowley said.

"Alright! Listen up and follow the rules or I will have your heads!"

"Dear students! May I greet you into the dorm founded my the benevolence of the Sea Witch. I hope you enjoy your stay at this academy!"

"Follow me, cubs. Don't disturb my sleep."

Meile looked shocked and scared, "Don't worry, they're always like that." I pat her back. "Ah! Okay..".

I hugged her in reassurance,

What I didn't see was her smirk towards her brother.

"Okay.., that you [Name]-Senpai."

"Your welcome!"

"[Name]-Senpai. Can we go back to the dorm?"

Astro asked. "Sure let's go! Grim, Meile, and Astro!" I grabbed the twins' hands and called for Grim to come along. "Myeh! Wait up, Henchman!"

Revenge for stealing my credit card!!

Finished this, finally WOOO BYE

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[lightlycareless]

I keep thinking about your child au and I’m so curious to how Naoya’s b-day would go. I feel like if it’s a party at the Zen’in estate, Naoya would sneak Y/N away from the party to meet Toji(I don’t know if Toji would attend or if he was even invited). I’m curious to what Toji and Y/N would think of each other(I feel like she’d be a bit scared but that might be me projecting since I know I’d be a bit intimidated by Toji as a kid and ngl I’d still be intimidated as an adult 😂). I’m also curious to how Ranta will be when he finally meets the person that occupies Naoya’s mind. I feel like Ranta would be scheming for ways to help Naoya and Y/N spend time together but if her siblings are also coming to Naoya’s party then I can only assume Ranta would have his work cut out for him. Ahhh, now I’m feeling bad at the thought of Y/N’s siblings coming since I’d feel sad if they made Naoya’s b-day difficult for him.

If you do end up getting a chance to write for his birthday, I’m super excited to see how you would go about it. I hope you’re having a great day and are taking good care of yourself. You’re one of my favorite writers for x reader fics for Naoya.

Omg I really thought I was the only one that cared for the child!au 😭😭😭😭 klagkalgjkalg getting this ask filled me with hope ngl.

Well, I do plan on writing it eventually :> and you already got some things right! But to keep the hype going I won't reveal (much) of them.

Right now the plotline I have for Naoya's birthday is: the party is at the Zen'in estate, a bunch of relatives attend, and Y/N gets to meet most of them :) so yep, we will see Y/N's reactions to Toji and Ranta, and vice versa.

But now that you mention it, it would 100% suck if Hinata and Ren decided to be... you know how they are, with Naoya on his birthday, however, I feel like he wouldn't really care because he's going to be more centered in introducing Y/N to Toji, and getting his opinion of her.

ggkagkjlagakslg My main focus is totally going to be Toji-Naoya-Y/N, and perhaps some cameos from other characters :> unless I decide to do something else down the road, but I don't think so. Also, we might get to see a bit of Mai and Maki too!! But they're babies as of right now lol.

Either way, I'm for sure writing this!!! Just gotta write some other requests first ❤️❤️❤️ You don't know how happy this ask made me 🥺 as well as your lovely compliment!! I'm really flattered 😭❤️ I shall strive to keep making Naoya content, which I hope you'll enjoy too 🥺❤️

Thank you so much for this ask, really, it's... idk how to explain it, it really made me very happy. Thank you.

Take care, and hope to see you soon!!

#ask #naoya zenin #naoya zen'in #naoya x reader #naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin x you #jjk naoya #naoya zen'in x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk x you

[redheadspark]

“do you want your good luck kisses” with benedict playing pall mall

Anon: Yay for another Benedict Prompt! Thanks Anon

Good Luck

Summary: The infamous Bridgerton pall mall was aways a site to watch, your in-laws always making a spectacle out of it.

"Come now, before we talk too much and we loose daylight!"

You were perched in your seat, under the shade of the makeshift tents out on the lawns of Aubrey Hall, the cooling wind made you feel a bit better as you were watching the family standing together, getting ready to play another round of pall mall. You decided to sit out this next round, feeling rather flushed from being out in the sun for a bit too long and needed a break from the rousing game. You knew hot to play, in fact you were quite recent.

But playing went the the Bridgertons was a whole other league.

Courting Benedict Bridgeton was a wonderful feet, the impish and lively second eldest child always kept you on your toes and makes your courting dates fun. He was always happy and a go getter, never letting a single smile falter or a bad idea stay for too long. You loved his creative mind and how he thirsted and craved to be a better artist, never settling for anything less. But with you, he seemed so free and more open to having his imagination run wild. The way he ran dead by you in what he wanted to sketch and pain, it made you agree with anything he says. Not only because they were great ideas, but he was just too handsome for you to say no to.

When he asked to court you, it was so east to say yes.

"Come on, who shall pick first?" Daphne asked with her hands on her hips. She was there with her siblings, along with Anthony's wife Kate who would never turn on multiple rounds of the game. You were next to Daphne's husband, The Duke of Hastings, while he was tending to his son on his lap.

"Don't worry, Augie. When you learn to play, it won't be from your mother's side of the family," Simon said in amusement as the pair of your were watching the Bridgerton siblings lightly bicker with one another. You giggled, looking at Simon with his young son in his lap. "What an uncivilized lot they are, are they not?" You asked jokingly.

"Hhmm, a brutish lot no doubt," He replied, though he paused as he looked at his wife with a soft smile on his face, "But they are quite the family," He looked over at you with a raised eyebrow as you were working on your stitching, "Do you think Benedict will propose anytime soon, making you a official Bridgerton?"

"And what, I pray tell, is bringing this topic on, Duke?" You coyly asked back, seeing him cock a grin and shrug.

"Just merely making observation, seeing how you two are rather close and very much in love," Simon explained as you grinned and almost blush slightly, "It's quite lovely to see,"

"I never thought I would see the Duke of Hastings having such a tender heart," You joked, keeping your eye on your needlework. You did think about it thought, if Benedict would propose to you. There was no reason for him to stray for you since he was always devoted to you. He was never one to be a player or going from girl to girl, not in the present. Maybe back when he was younger and he felt more like a bachelor, but he's matured since then.

Once he courted you, it was always you on his mind and in his actions. He treated you so well and made sure your needs were met before his own needs. Seeing his face light up as you walked in the room or when you danced with him on his arm at a ball or two, it made you truly believe in true love.

One of the first times you were introduced to his family was when they were playing pall mall at their home at Aubrey Hall. Benedict thought it would be the best time to show you off to his brothers and sisters, which later was your watching them be competitive with one another and arguing about who cheated and who won. You were amused to say the least, loving to see how close they were as siblings. Even with Anthony going nose to nose with Colin, and Eloise slamming the ball extra hard just to take the point from Daphne.

You instantly loved them.

You saw Benedict then walking over to you, his mallet in hand and a massive grin on his face as he cocked his head at you with a twinkle in his eye. You placed your stitching in your lap as he cocked his head over at Simon, "Is he being a bore to you?"

"Not at all," You hummed, though Simon rolled his eyes as he held his son, "Are you about to play?"

"There's still time to join if you wish to," Benedict reminded you, "Your aim is right on target with Anthony's, if I do say so myself."

"Sadly, my darling Benedict, I must decline and simply watch from the cool shade. Such a chore really," you teased, seeing him squint his face a you slightly, "Do you want your good luck kisses?”

"Well, yes if that shall suffice," He replied back smoothly, leaning down to press a soothing kiss against your cool lips. You loved kissing him, whether it was gentle in the open air amongst the lawns, or the deeply and intimately in the secluded hallway and out of site.

Kissing Benedict felt like flying, or winning at pall mall.

"Benedict, let's play! And don't scar our nephew with your kissing!!" Eloise hollered from the lawn, Benedict pulling away and rolling his eyes in the process while Simona laughed from the remark.

"I shall win for you, m'lady," He said in a cocky tone, you giggling as he kissed your hand once more before he walked away and back to his siblings. You watched with a dreamy look in your eyes, feeling your heart swell from not just watching Benedict and see how happy he was, but simply feeling the love he had for you within you and through you.

If only you knew the ring he had stored in his jacket pocket, waiting for him to use when he would propose to you later that night after dinner.

The End.

#benedict bridgerton x y/n #fanfiction #writing #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton x you #benedict x reader #benedict bridgerton #luke thomspon #Bridgerton prompts

[littledreamling]

about me

Tagged (ish) by the wonderful @landwriter (feel free to be nosy all you like!)

Nickname: Crow, among many others given to me by my family which shall remain anonymous unless some of my irl friends decide to clown me (looking at you @levi1088)

Sign: Sagittarius sun, Libra moon, Scorpio rising so... yeah, do with that what you will

Height: 5'4" last time I checked

Last thing I googled: synonyms for "hollowed" which, I'll admit, is not my proudest google search but it's not the worst either so I'll take it

Song stuck in my head: Currently empty but I had No Cyrano from the Cyrano soundtrack stuck in my head earlier today

Number of followers: a humble 382 (and I'm thankful for every single one of you, I love you all!)

Amount of sleep: Last night? Less than four hours altogether. Normally? Roughly six, though my winter break just started so that will increase drastically soon

Dream job: university professor of some kind, undecided as to which subject (the current plan is biology or genetics, though my heart has been swayed towards history recently and I do love creative writing, so who knows where I'll end up)

Wearing: black and white lounge pants with elephants on them, a black Levi's hoodie stolen from my first ex before the pandemic struck, black socks, and my hair tied in a half-up bun (it's really not long enough to do so, but I bend it to my will with copious amounts of hair gel, clips, and hair ties)

Movies/books that summarize me: I have to agree with Gloam on this one, it feels like a question others must answer for me so hold on, let me ask my roommate... she said The Hunt for the Red October, Cyrano, the All For The Game series, NBC's Hannibal, and the Martian (the book). All very odd choices, yet I do love them, so I can't disagree lmao

Favorite song: oh where to start... I have a rotating spotify playlist of songs I'm obsessed with, but for the sake of the game, I'll say either Wild World by Marc Scibilia or Monsoon by Hippo Campus (though I could list about ten more and still not be satisfied by my answer)

Favorite instrument: the church organ, based on religious trauma and sound alone. For obnoxiousness (because I'm a younger sibling, obnoxiousness is in my blood), the bagpipes (though there is a soft spot in my heart for the bagpipes, genuinely, as my parents hate them so I love them out of spite. The same could be said of the harmonica, which I have recently become intrigued by)

Aesthetic: it can best be described as "dark" and mainly comprises of black hoodies, black jeans, black doc martens, and an inordinate number of piercings (though still not enough). I've been trying to get more into dark academia and thus, half of my wardrobe has been overtaken by white collared shirts and brown sweaters, but I much prefer my signature black. A friend has recently described me as "always looking like you're ready for the apocalypse" possibly due to my penchant for wearing pants with lots of pockets... still unsure about that one

Favorite authors: it hardly needs to be said but Neil Gaiman has to make the list. I also quite enjoy Edgar Allan Poe and I've been recently getting into Nikita Gill's poetry especially her book "Where Hope Comes From." As a former gifted kid, I read young adult novels for far longer than I probably should have, so any foray into "adult" literature (not in the dirty way, get your mind out of the gutter) has been recent and somewhat hesitant. My dad has recently introduced me to Charles de Lint, and I'm excited to unearth what's in store for me there.

Random fun fact: I can lick my elbow, which is a fun party trick, I rode horses for over ten years (which makes me a certified former horse girl, you have permission to clown me), I own over 20 tarot decks (don't ask me why, and also don't ask me exactly how many because I haven't counted in a while and the actual number would probably be astounding), and I currently have blue hair (in fact, I've dyed my hair every color of the rainbow except orange)!

I'm not sure who's been tagged for this but I'm tagging @btwimkindagay @pellaaearien @10moonymhrivertam @staroftheendless and anyone else who wants to do it! (but like Gloam said, please tag me in it so I can be nosy!!)

#about me #personal #not sandman #but i like oversharing! #thanks for the open tag gloam!

[a-bouquet-of-shadows]

Plagued servant (velvet room attendant AU)

[Explaining the au: Rose is a velvet room attendant who ended up having her connection to the velvet room and her persona, Phantom, was corrupted then separated by Yaldabaoth. Rose held vague memories of what happened to her. One connection which remains is her research and mask making. This is just a story to test the waters and see If this'llbean official thing.]

Prior to persona 5 \P5r events

A soul's flame flickered in cupped hands. Purple eyes peered into the soul; a young boy who was wronged by those whom should protect all. How tragic. So much so she was going the boy a special gift; A mask to bring out his eyes which peirce through one's consciousness.

The boy wasn't the only chosen for a mask. Another soul was chosen to weld this special fate. A skull made of medal to show his strength and his determination.

Each mask now laid their separate circles. Both cycles held a five unlit candles with arcana cards rested along each point of the star. Two different cards laid under each mask. The iron skull rested above the Chariot arcana; other was rested above the Fool arcana.

"Let's begin." A woman of solitude gently cradled two souls in each hand.

She placed down the two souls between their arcana and their masks. Lighting all the candles made her appearance reveal from unerring darkness.

"We are thou, thou are we, I the plague consummate two births. With theses two new personas their users shall cleanse the world."

The pentagrams glowed, setting the candles a light with purple flames torching up. From purple to blue two new personas formed in front of the woman of solitude.

Her pale white mask reflected the flickering beams. Purple eyes watched two figures form into within the flames. Out of ashes two new personas tower over her. Arsène held a shared look of curiosity with Captain Kidd.

When personas are first born they hold such curiosity towards to anyone who had created them. It takes a while for memories of their user's souls then seek said users. She didn't have to worry about them as personas can handle themselves once they start seeking.

"What is it my children?"

Arsène touched her mask pearl white mask.

The woman let out a faint giggle, "Do you want to see my face?"

Arsène gave a bashful nod. Captain Kidd also was interested in what laid under her mask. She obliged their desires; removing her mask exposed her light skin decorated in dark purple, light reds, and faint blues cosmetics.

"My name is Rose; you can call me Valkyrie if you wish." The woman of solitude introduced.

Present time

Rose held Chi chi while leaving a store with a couple of bags full of craft supplies. Her idea to make a mask was at last happening after months of procrastination and planning. Rose is chipper persona wasn't unnoticed, a smile with her fastening steps painted her aura bright.

"I'm happy for you but can we eat something before going home!" Chi chi made her demand clear.

"Why can't we wait till we go home?"

"Cause anytime you get this way you tend to forget to eat." Chi chi puffed her cheeks out.

"I still feed you." Rose pointed out.

"Not yourself! Remember last time you did the same thing. You didn't eat for four months straight."

"Oh come on," Rose laments, "I'll be okay."

Chi chi growled, "I beg to differ!"

Alas Chi chi's concerns where blown off. Of course those two act like siblings more then one may think. So far Rose has been taking names and seeking around with three groups.

Finding her ways through a missing reality...her old reality.

She'll soon enough find herself again...someday.

Igor, Lavenza, the velvet room.

#plagued servant au

[nagavoice]

[ CROWN ] + [ TASTE ]

“Sorry, I was staring, wasn’t I? I didn’t mean to.” It's just strange. She really does look like...well. Est straightens, grip tightening around the two sticks clutched in her hand. She’d stopped by the cooking club’s bonfire just to see what they were up to, only to end up with two…marshmallows in her hand. “I’m Est. The cooking club gave me an extra one if you want it. And—oh!” Est lets one of the flower crowns hanging on her arm slide off, catching it with a finger to offer it awkwardly to the other. “Here, do you want a flower crown too? I got a bit too carried away with them.”

midsommar 2022          

           THE SMILE THAT HER MOUTH forms is gentle; aplomb with the sort of fondness an older sibling might hold for the younger. Est seems as peppy as Tiki had remembered her. Then again, most of the friends she had made in the course of Marth's campaign had remained preserved— as though they had leapt from the very bowels of her memory. But the Whitewings' energy, nevertheless, brings her a quiet sort of joy. She had always believed that of all the stars that accompanied her in the passing centuries, Est's would be among the brightest. Here stood proof of that.

           She can't help but laugh at Est's introduction, and the confusion that powers it. She knows she must seem familiar in all the wrong ways. She ought to help them, somewhat.

           "Thank you kindly, Est." Tiki says, her eyes gleaming as she accepts the roasted sweet and crown both, "Do not feel the need to apologize. You're far from the first to look at me so."

           She places the flower crown atop her head, adjusting it before pausing for a beat. A grin cracks wide across her face, cheeky and childish. "Oh! Forgive me. I haven't introduced myself. My name is Tiki. Perhaps we’ve met before?"

            She winks, and soon lets out a giggle. "Well, I'll be off, then. Thank you again for your gifts; I shall treasure them as long as I can."

#INBOX. i'll treasure the memory #SUPPORT. estest #toamidsommar2022 #((TYSM DARCY WAGHHH THEMST)) #((anyways now u know why her name is sometimes localized to Chiki... hehehhehehe))

[letarasstuff]

Unbreakable Bond

(A/N): This is based on this post and this tiktok

Summary: A big age gap between Aaron's children doesn't have to mean that they are unable to form a strong bond

Warnings: Mentions of Haley's death and failed relationships

Wordcount: 1.8k

✨Masterlist✨

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His life took turns Aaron never expected. It’s not the “Oh, mh, well that was unexpected”-type of turns, I talk about the “God played Cards Against Humanity with angels and decided to make it happen for someone”-type. But looking back he would not want to change a thing.

After Haley and Beth he was convinced that God, the Universe, something out there shared the opinion that romantic love isn’t the right thing for him and Aaron accepted that fact. Even more when he and Jack went into witness protection. I mean, when you are worried about the life of your family being in danger because of a stalker, you don’t think about the beautiful neighbor, who lives next door, right? Right?

Well, without going into too much detail, Hotch did think about her and she about him and vice versa. Everything went good until Aaron received the message that the team found the stalker and that it was safe to come back. He decided to come clean to his girlfriend. They talked about the possibility of moving back to Quantico.

In the end they decided in favor of the move, the final argument was the surprising announcement of her being pregnant. Hotch wants to raise their youngest where his and Jack’s roots are located. But he decides against taking a position at the BAU, instead taking a desk job in order to be more at home. He also has the opportunity to work from home after little (Y/N) was born and continues to do so until she is old enough to go to Kindergarten. Even then he takes two days the week where he stays home. Aaron learned from his decisions and mistakes he made in the past and wants to live up to them and be a better father and husband than before.

And Hotch keeps it to this day, six years later. It’s (Y/N)’s first day of school, while Jack just graduated high school and goes off to college in a few weeks. Even though they have an age gap from twelve and a half years, their parents are sure there are no other siblings with such a strong bond.

Ever since his baby sister’s birth Jack is her biggest supporter, protector and friend. Her first word was his name, though it was more of a “ACK!”, but that’s the best nickname he ever got. As soon as (Y/N) was old enough to comprehend the concept of movies, he introduced her to Star Wars. Since then lightsaber wars out of cardboard pipes are not uncommon. Last Halloween they even dressed up as Chewbakka and Han Solo. You get three guesses on who was who.

“JACK!” (Y/N) runs into her big brother’s room with an excited expression on her face. “Daddy promised to buy me a real lightsaber after I read ten books! With lights and sounds and all! Isn’t that cool?” Jack smiles. Aaron did a similar thing with him. For a certain amount of books he got a reward they discussed beforehand. This way he felt motivated to read and improved writing and reading skills.

“This is awesome. I think that means we have to go book shopping together, what do you think?” (Y/N) is not only the cool kid that has an older brother, she is also the cool kid, whose older brother has a drivers license, a car and a part time job. She nods with big eyes, speechless, because the offer sounds like heaven to her. Getting books and one on one time with Jack after he was really busy with school for weeks? This has to be heaven.

“Ok, then you put your outside clothes on and I’ll tell Dad about our plan.” At that the little girl rushes to her room, not wanting to waste any more time. Jack makes his way down to the kitchen, where Aaron wipes the table from lunch down.

“Dad, I take (Y/N) to this bookstore in DC and we’ll probably go eat ice cream after that. Is that alright?” Hotch looks up at his son. It still feels like yesterday as he told Haley that Gideon is a big no as a baby name. Now he is all grown up and just a few weeks away from the next big chapter in his life.

“Of course, just let me get my wall-” Jack cuts him off. “No need, I want to use this as a kind of goodbye thing. At least until Thanksgiving.” Aaron knows what he means. It’s his last day before he goes off to college and just a couple more until the first classes begin. The family still hasn’t told their youngest exactly what’s going on. Else she would refuse to go to school and go on with her day, insisting on using all the time they have until Jack drives off.

Two hours later the siblings leave the bookstore, both of them having a bag in their hands. Of course Jack's heavier, but both he and the cashier assured (Y/N) that they lift the same amount of weight.

“Uncle Spence will be excited when I tell him that I read Harry Potter, he told me so many good things about it”, the girl gushes. Jack nods, indicating that he is listening. Of course they also picked books that are not that advanced. Still, no sister of his shall grow up without knowing the beauty of the wizarding world. Also, secretly he is hoping for her to turn out as nerdy as he is so they get more things to talk about. His next step is superheroes, especially the Marvel ones.

They converse until they get to an ice cream parlor and order both their usuals. “Do you think you are ready for me to tell you something important?” The older one asks after they sit down at a table. (Y/N) nods, confusion taking over her face.

“Uhm, you know how I graduated from high school? I’m done with school, but I want to get a degree, but for that I have to go to college. It’s pretty far away so I can’t come home for a few months. But I’m back home when Thanksgiving is and also for Christmas.” It doesn’t matter what Jack says, a sad frown has formed on the little one’s face. “Oh. And after Christmas, will you leave again?” He nods and explains when he is off from college and when not.

“We can always skype and write letters. How does that sound? And when you get your first phone, we can even text.” That (Y/N) lights up a bit. For her first year of school she got a stationary set and is eager to use it to this day.

“I’m going to miss you so much”, she says hugging her big brother. Jack pats her back. “I’ll miss you, too.”

The goodbye the next day is a heartfelt matter. Everybody cries, especially (Y/N). She can’t fathom a scenario where her brother isn’t there for her all the time.

The following weeks are also hard for the family. The youngest refuses to sleep alone for the first three days after Jack’s leave. She is more closed off and mainly just does her school work or reads the books he bought for her. By the time Thanksgiving is only away for another two weeks, (Y/N) has read through all of them at least two times.

Her father already ordered the lightsaber he promised her. Unfortunately shipping takes several months, so the little girl still has to wait patiently for her reward to arrive. In the meantime she works on getting the next and she is already pretty close to the comic book collection she wants.

“Sweetheart, can you set the table, please? Your Mom will be here soon from grocery shopping and she will need help getting them from the car into the house”, Hotch calls for his daughter while stirring in a pot.

The little girl nods, putting her stationary set and pens aside to do as her father asked. She is in the middle of answering her brother’s last letter, telling him that she is now the one that usually has to read aloud for the class because of her advanced skill for a first grader.

Just as she sets the last piece of silverware down the doorbell rings. “Sweetie, can you please open it? This should be your mother.” Happily (Y/N) runs up and turns the door knob. Over the last few months she hit a small growing spurt and is finally tall enough to reach it without standing on her tippy toes.

“Mo-” She nearly chokes on her own saliva. The one at the door is definitely not her mother. “JACK!” (Y/N) runs up to him and jumps onto his leg. “Hey Princess. I thought now that you read your books, we need to hold the most amazing lightsaber fight in history.” With a mischievous smile he pulls two from his back, giving one to his baby sister.

It is the most epic fight in history between an elementary schooler and a college boy. They can only be stopped by their parents announcing that it is a tie between both of them and that they have to sit down, else the food gets cold.

The following weeks mostly consist of (Y/N)’s joyous laughs and cuddling with her big brother. She even insists on him sleeping with her in her much smaller bed. On his last night before going back to college, the little girl turns to him in the middle of watching her favorite movie in the living room.

“Do you promise not to forget me when you are away? Because I alway think about you and tell my friends so much about you. I told them you are a hero, my hero, just like Daddy. They wanna meet you because of that.” Jack has to hold back tears at her statement.

“I also think of you so much. All of my friends at college are pretty jealous of me having such a sweet baby sister. Maybe one time you can visit me and I can introduce you to them.” The thought of that makes (Y/N) smile and is a little consolation to the thought of her brother leaving again.

Aaron watches the interaction going down, happy to see the strong bond between his children, despite their age gap. This is nothing like he and Sean were and that is a relief for him and the worries he had in the beginning. It is a sign that he did do some things right as a father.

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[randominagines]

Pairing: Pevensies +Caspian x neutral reader

Warning: fluff

Gifs belong to their creators.

PEVENSIES + CASPIAN WHEN THEY FIRST MEET YOU (as sovereign from another kingdom):

LUCY

Lucy meets you during a ball and she is totally shocked. She has never seen someone as beautiful as you are. She immediately comes to talk to you, a smile on her face while she bows and you do the same. "Queen Lucy, it's an honour to meet you." You say and she nodds, her eyes stuck on you. "The honour is mine, Your Majesty." She says and you chuckle. "Please, call me y/n." You say, completely taken by her stunning eyes. She nods and smiles. "Okay, y/n it is then." She says and you blush, the sound of your name it's sven more beautiful if said by her. She bites her lower lip. "Can I invite you to dance?" She suddenly ask, you smile. "I'd love to." You say reaching your hand for her to take it. She does it and you dance together.

EDMUND

Edmund meets you when you invite the sovereignsof Cair Paravel to your kingdom. He is so shy and as soon as he sees you, he feels totally incapable of doing something to talk to you. He bows, like the rest of his siblings, but he can't keep his eyes off you. "King and Queens of Narnia, welcome to my kingdom. I've heard a lot about you," you say, inviting them to stand up. "Queen Susan," you say and bow, she smiles. "King Peter," you go on, he nods. "Queen Lucy," you keep walking and she smiles too. You stop in front of Edmund. "And King Edmund. It's a pleasure to meet you." You say, totally shocked by how handsome he is. He blushes, but decides to risk it all. "It's our pleasure, Your Highness. Thanks for inviting us." He says and looks at you in your eyes. You smile and ivite them to go rest before the dinner. Susan chuckles. "You hate talking during these occasions." She teases, her voice a whisper. Peter laughs. "He likes y/n, apparently." He whispers and Lucy laughs. "Shut up, guys." Edmund scolds them but he can't help himself but blushing.

SUSAN

Susan first sees you during a walk in the woods. You arrived at Cair Paravel for diplomatic affairs and she meets you there. "Your Majesty, it's a pleasure to finally meet you." She politely says while bowing, her heart skipping a beat at how beautiful you look. You bow too. "Queen Susan, Cair Paravel is absolutely stunning. Thanks for inviting me." You say and she smiles. "As stunning as you are." She says and she realizes a second later. She blushes "I mean... I..." she stumbles in her own words, but you chuckle. "Thank you, Your Majesty, I think you're stunning too." You say and she relaxes, a beautiful smile appearing on her face. "Shall we discuss politic?" She asks, her cheeks slightly red. You shrug. "We can, after a walk together. What do you think?" You ask and she laughs, her eyes stuck into yours. "I can't say no to a guest." She jokes before starting to walk with you.

PETER

Peter meets you on the battlefield. Your army is fighting with his when he spots you. "Who's the general of this troop?" He asks and Edmund looks at you. "Y/n, sovereign of Archenland. We're allies and they came to help us." He explains. Peter stares at you, fiercly fighting, when you spot him too. You can't take your eyes off him as much as he can't. At a certain point, an enemy tries to attack him from behind. "Careful!" You scream and save him by throwing a knife to the enemy. Peter looks at you. "Thank you, Your Majesty." He says and you nodd, the sword rotating in your hand. "Focus, King Peter, so we will be able to proper introduce each other later." You tease him and he shakes his head, a tiny smirk on his face while he keeps fighting side by side with you.

BONUS + CASPIAN

Caspian meets you because you ended up in Narnia with the Pevensies. He is completely mesmerised, you are gorgeous to him. He looks at you while Peter talks. "...Prince Caspian, are you listening?" He asks, his tone bothered. Caspian shakes his head but can't stop looking at you. "Y-yes, Your Majesty." He says and Peter puffs. You chuckle, flattered by the fact that he keeps looking at you. "I'll explain the plan to save Narnia to you, what do you think?" You ask him and Caspian nodds, a smile of embarrassment on his face. "Okay, thank you, y/n." He says and you walk to him. "Let's go for a walk and I'll tell you everything. " you suggest and he nods while smiling and walking side by side with you.

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[sandbees]

Yuu and the House of Mouse; The...Great Seven?

It’s been three weeks since Yuu has worked at the House of Mouse.

Headmaster Crowley decided that going would be a great experience! He graciously gave you permission to work there! (Just don’t forget to do your homework and get a good rest after; he doesn’t want you to be lagging behind your classes after all!)

At the House of Mouse, you eventually learned the ins and outs; and you’ve gained everyone’s attention. They like you a lot! You have this, “If I talk to you about my problems you’ll listen kindly and either give me advice or continue to let me vent out my feelings” vibe.

Being a (sort of) therapist must have helped, huh?

You yourself have a few favorite guests that you can always look forward to seeing;

Tiana and Naveen: You hit it off when you first met. Something about their dynamic and allowing you to vent about back at Twisted Wonderland gave you good vibes about them. They’re polite guests, and they have given you advice on how to improve your work. Tiana has (once) invited you to work for them if you wanted to work at another job, but you tell them that you have school. They’re immediately concerned, because someone going to school working at a job with very demanding and colorful characters? You assure them that you’ve manage to balance school and work, however they seem less than convinced. Though nothing big changed, they occasionally remind you to take breaks and to have fun watching the cartoons on screen when you’re not busy waiting tables. (They also give you candy from their time! Butterfingers, anyone?)

Hades: He’s a frequent guest at the House of Mouse. You had lent an ear to his complaints, and then again, and then again, and soon enough you’re his personal therapist. You’re the go-to waiter whenever Hades shows up; much to the delight of the staff (The penguin waiters are...a little scared of Hades). It’s surprising how little he seems to reflect Ignihyde. He’s like a shut in extrovert. However, when you tell Hades this, he becomes very interested in your world. He’ll let you ramble about what you know about Twisted Wonderland, and he’s going to make smug comments about it. After that encounter, Hades starts conversations with you that isn’t just complaining about his siblings. In fact, he’s one of your pep talkers when you’re feeling stressed or down.

The Darling Siblings: If you don’t recognize them, they’re the siblings from Peter Pan! (Wendy, John, and Michael) When you first met them, they acted very polite. And they gave “children, protect them” vibes. As you continue to work, you discover that the children had a more playful side to them. You could easily joke with them and in exchange Wendy would tell you stories or John and Michael would tell you about their recent adventures.

Scrooge McDuck: Donald introduced him to you, actually. He mentioned, “Since you sound like you’ve been on a lot of adventures, I think you might like to share stories.” How right he was. Scrooge’s stories were captivating and enchanting, you’d always be on the edge of your seat hearing them. Whenever he swung by and you were on break, you two would be swapping stories of your lives. He was most interested in your first day story; about the magical chandelier specifically. You always look forward to a new story he would have.

Of course there were others, but the ones listed above were the people you loved seeing.

Today was a typical night in the House of Mouse, though everyone seemed...a little agitated?

You ask Mickey, and he explains that there was a reservation for a villain get together...and last time, it went poorly.

You offer to serve them as a waiter, since you’re sure that you can handle it.

“Are you sure?” “I’ve dealt with worse characters...I think. By the way, can I get the list of who’s going?”

You find out Hades was the one who reserved it (oh thank goodness, someone you’re already familiar with. And he likes you)

He’s also bringing - “I’m sorry, can you repeat that?” “The Queen of Hearts, Scar, Ursula, Jafar, The Evil Queen, and Maleficent.” “I-“

Imagine your shock when you find out Hades is bringing all of the Great Seven. You’ve already met Maleficent, but someone like the Queen of Hearts, or the Beautiful Queen??? You’re ready to walk to your doom right now.

When the doors open, you go about your night as usual, though your on edge as you anxiously wait for the Great Seven to arrive. This would be the first time you would be interacting with most of them.

When they arrive, you greet them and take them to their table, doing normal procedure.

However, things go south when Hades asks Yuu to come and have a chat with them when they go on break.

“yeAH suuurrreee-“ “Great! They have a lot of questions and I think they’d like to hear what you have to say!”

Yuu is making high pitch dying screams when she gets to the kitchen.

“Oohhhh my god, they want to talk to me. What if I mess up? What if they dislike me and then try to kill me? Oh no oh no-“

Yuu is trying not to scream in excitement and stress as Mickey excuses her to talk with the Great Seven.

The meeting? It goes well.

When they ask about their world, Yuu describes their time at NRC, and how the villains were praised as good people, and were known as the “Great Seven”.

They were very intrigued about this, and would always puff up when Yuu praised them. They also ask questions about Yuu as well!

What? They’re villains, but they’re not rude.

They listen to your tales, and are sympathetic to the idiots that you surround yourself with. They get it, they are also surrounded by idiotic, self centered heroes who think they’re in the right- (projecting much?)

The Queen of Hearts is a lot more than you expected; she’s strict, but she also has good humor (as long as you don’t mock her). When you ask what kind of tarts she likes, she responded with “Any kind of tart, however jam filled tarts are one of my favorites.”. You wonder if she’d like the tarts Trey would make.

Scar...isn’t talkative, though he seems very pleased when you talk about what NRC thinks of him. He’s actually kinder to you - you’ve heard stories from Goofy and the penguins waiters that Scar is hard to please.

Ursula is what you would call a sweet talker. Kind of like Hades, but you can tell that she wants something. You indulge her, answering any questions about your world. She seems particularly interested in the rivalry between NCR and RSA, however.

Jafar wants to know everything about Scarabia. From it’s current standing to it’s history. You try your best to explain as much as you know about the dorm; but you mention that your information is limited since it wasn’t your dorm. He’s satisfied with what you give, but Jafar tells you that next time, he’d like to know more. You better go study up on Scarabia now :) (Or ask Kalim or Jamil about Scarabia)

The Beautiful (Evil?) Queen acts smug, and she seems relaxed around your presence. Maybe it’s because you told her that she’s known as the Beautiful Queen? She wants to know who is housed in her dorm, and like Jafar, she wants to know everything about Pomfiore. When she heard about the VDC, she asks multiple questions about it. (“When the VDC comes around, maybe I shall grace everyone with my presence...hmm, or should I help NRC’s team? I mean, they would represent me, of course.”

I’ve actually mentioned that you have met Hades and Maleficent in this ask

Hades and Maleficent consider you as friends (maybe not close friends, but friends nonetheless)

The rest of the Great Seven also have positive opinions on you; and they try their best to live up to your expectations! They can’t have you turn your back on them after you openly praise them!

You’re dragged away from your job - instead you focus on entertaining the Great Seven! (Which was fine, Pete was at it again by trying to drive out the guests; you kept the Great Seven in so they could still run the show!)

As the night went on, you felt yourself getting less and less nervous about being with the Great Seven. You had loads of fun!

Of course the show ended sooner than you liked; and it was closing time.

“It was really wonderful to meet you! Maybe we’ll see each other again when the House of Mouse opens again?”

“Why would we wait for nighttime? I have a magic portal to travel to Twisted Wonderland whenever we’d like.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

Turns out Maleficent had an easier way to travel to Twisted Wonderland; but she gave you a sparkling gem. She told you that when she gave everyone (The Great Seven) a way to travel to Twisted Wonderland, they’d surely visit you. With the gem, it will sparkle and shine a certain color when they do.

The color? Well, of course it would be the dorm colors! It would be easier that way, would it not?

So, in the near future, the Great Seven would be able to visit you.

What do you think? You’re not against the idea; but the idea of one of them showing up during class is going to be a nightmare.

Oh well, future you will worry about that.

You thank Maleficent and go about returning to your world.

Before you get to the mirror, Mickey stops you.

“Hey, I just wanted to thank you for making sure the villains stay, it was a lifesaver and you saved our show.” “No...problem?” “Haha, our club would’ve been toast if they left! Thank you again!” “...Your welcome?”

And then you departed from the House of Mouse, immediately crashing onto your bed. Lazily, you take a glance at your mirror, wondering when you’ll see the Great Seven.

Then you promptly fall asleep.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcannons #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland yuu #house of mouse #Yuu gets a job #Disney #hades #maleficent #Ursula #queen of hearts #evil queen #Jafar #scar #twisted wonderland headcannon #the great seven visiting Yuu would be HILARIOUS #Queen of Hearts: Oh hello Yuu I’m here to pop in #Yuu: hello Queen of Hearts we are having an Unbirthday party. would you like to join? #Queen of Hearts: I would love to #All of Heartslybul: What. Excuse me- #Riddle: *Having a breakdown because the Queen of Hearts is here and suddenly becomes more strict* #house of mouse au

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Slumbering Hearts (Alcina Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 2

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for language Warnings: None Summary: In a wicked twist of fate, you find out your soulmate is none other than your employer, Lady Dimitrescu. To your misery, she (at first) seems equally displeased, her heart already belonging to another. But in time, the two of you find yourselves wondering… could the universe be right, after all? Soulmate AU in which every person has a unique “soul mark”, which they share with their soulmate. Notes: Reader gets a bit of a backstory here, with just enough concrete details to serve the plot in future chapters. Hopefully enough is kept vague for people to enjoy it. Now... Time to meet your new kids-in-law/the gremlins :) Previous Chapters: 1: In The Shadow Of Giants

2: Uncertain Destinations

“You already know my name, as well as my fate, and I have neither threats nor demands to make of you. I am at your mercy, regrettably, with nothing more to say. Shall we consider ourselves ‘introduced’? Or is there more you wish to ask of me?” You wonder, eying ‘Alcina’ with a bored expression. It felt odd to refer to her that way, even within the confines of your mind. She had been ‘Lady Dimitrescu’ for as long as you could remember; starting with your years in the village, and continuing through your months here at the castle. One day, perhaps, you would grow used to calling her by her first name. For now, you simply hoped to focus on other matters.

“Tell me of yourself, your past. Who were you before you came here?” Alcina asks, surprising you. What did it matter, now that you were stuck here? At first you shrug, avoiding eye contact, not wanting to open yourself up to her. But before long she’s placed a hand on your shoulder, applying just enough pressure to encourage you to speak. You win this round, you think.

“Somehow I doubt you’ll find it terribly interesting. I was born in the outskirts of the village, on a small farm, just like any other. I had a pet dog, went to ‘school’ with my neighbors, and spent my weekends volunteering with the church. The only thing you might not expect is that I lived outside the village for about a decade. Traveled for a while, never really staying anywhere for terribly long. Eventually, I got tired, and so I came back to help my parents with what little property they had left,” you explain, quietly. Being vague had been intentional, considering the nature of a few details. Did she need to know why you had left? Or that you had once revered Mother Miranda?... No, because if she learned that, it would not be long before she learned that you had changed your mind years ago. Something told you that she wouldn’t appreciate your lack of faith in her mistress. “That was six months ago, roughly. Barely got to spend time with my parents before I was ‘donated’ to the staff here.”

“Not many ever leave the village. Those that do rarely, if ever, return. How particular,” Alcina replies, giving a soft hum. There’s something in her expression that tells you she’ll eventually ask you to elaborate. For now, however, she seems content to move on. Internally you sigh in relief. “I suppose this is sufficient to sate my curiosity, for the time being. Now come with me, I’d like to introduce you to my daughters, to ensure that they understand you are… off limits.” With that said she stands, once more reminding you just how small and fragile you are in comparison, before heading towards the exit. You’re nearly forced to jog in order to keep up with her long strides. As she leads you through hallways, down a flight of stairs, and past several nervous looking maidens, she slows down the slightest bit, having eventually noticed your struggle. Admittedly, that’s more kindness than you would have anticipated. Perhaps she was used to adjusting her pace for her daughters?

Whatever the reason, you do appreciate it. Still, by the time you arrive at your destination, the castle’s library, your legs are feeling the smallest bit sore. Brushing off the ache, you follow Alcina inside. Then you’re taking in the sights, having not been here before, admiring the impressive collection. Glad I’m not responsible for cleaning this place, you think as you pass by dozens of filled shelves. Before long you encounter the three daughters. They’re sitting in a semi-circle, each with their own book, though they’re quick to sit up once they spy their mother. One by one they’re smiling up at her, not even sparing you a moment’s glance. Admittedly you’re glad for that. What good could come from their attention, especially when they don’t yet know who you ‘truly’ are?

“I’m glad to see you’re all in one place, my darlings. There has been a… development, of sorts,” Alcina says, speaking in the same tone one might use to address a faculty meeting. In a less intimidating household, it would have been much harder to hold in a laugh. Was this always how she spoke to her children? For their sake, you hoped not (though the concept was amusing). Regardless, it is at this point that the daughters notice you, with one of them looking intrigued enough to send a shiver down your spine. You’re pretty sure her name is Daniela, being the only one you haven’t met before today. A toothy grin spreads on her lips, and once you make eye contact you swear that she winks at you. This literally could not be any worse, you think, unable to stop yourself from frowning.

“Does it have to do with this little thing?” Daniela purrs, taking a step towards you. Instantly both Alcina and yourself are tensing up. While your soulmate shifts in front of you, an incredibly faint rosy tint to her cheeks, all you can do is pinch the bridge of your nose between two fingers.

“This ‘little thing’ is not your newest playtoy, Daniela. Rather, they are my-” she hesitates, disliking the way the word feels in her mouth- “soulmate. I expect the three of you to behave, understood? At the very most, you are allowed to prevent them from leaving the premises, but even then I expect you to remain gentle. Have I made myself clear?” Alcina asks. Now she’s not the only one blushing, as Daniela looks so embarrassed that you wonder if she’ll pass out. Maybe now you’ll think twice about flirting with everyone you meet, you think, remembering the various rumors you’ve heard about her. For a moment, part of you imagines what your relationship with her would look like, were you to continue ‘courting’ her mother. Could this be a moment you could torment her with for life? Get some cheeky revenge for all the maidens who couldn’t risk it? A lovely thought, though one soon interrupted.

“Of course, mother. We will not lay a single finger on them, unless we have no other choice. Right, sisters?” Bela replies, turning to her siblings with an expectant look. Neither of them seem terribly pleased, but they nod, each giving their own verbal affirmations. All three spend a few moments glancing you over, reevaluating you now that they know who you are, appraising your worth. It’s not hard to imagine that they all find you lacking- at least in comparison to their mother. “Are introductions in order? We’ve met before, but I hardly know anything about them. It would be… nice to properly meet the newest edition to our family.” The way Bela says the words makes you nervous, and the way Cassandra grins only worsens the feeling.

“If you desire such, I see no reason to forgo such a thing. Perhaps the three of you could give them a tour? I must return to my duties, and I doubt they have seen much of the castle, given their… former occupation,” Alcina admits, softly. Was this a confirmation that you’d no longer have to spend every day working yourself to the bone? On one hand you were somewhat relieved, but you also regretted the possible loss of your preferred coping method. Worse, were you really going to spend who knows how long with the dreaded Dimitrescu daughters? They were going to rip you to shreds, at least verbally, you were sure of it. How could you ever meet their expectations? If they were anything like their mother, you would never be enough to satisfy them. Or at least that is what you assumed.

“I’ve seen a fair bit,” you interject, awkwardly, hating the way it brings everyone’s gaze back to you. Alcina’s lips twitch, as she fights back a frown. Evidently she didn’t appreciate you countering her suggestion.

“Please, we insist,” Bela fires back, a pleasant tone covering her thinly-veiled animosity. “I’m sure we’ll have a wonderful time getting to know each other. You do want to learn more about your soulmate’s children, don’t you?” Something about the way she speaks makes you want to laugh. When you smile back at her, it’s without a hint of any placating intentions, rather a dewdrop of mischief. Bold of her to assume that you wanted to make her mother happy. After all, it was clear from her phrasing that this was a ‘test’, a ruse to ‘reveal your true colors’ to Alcina. But you were as uneasy about your part in this as Bela was, neither of you finding yourself a suitable match for Alcina. Despite the way she narrows her eyes at you, her mother is smiling again, glad that she had a way to keep you occupied for the time being.

“It’s settled then,” she says, moving to give each of her daughters a kiss on top of their heads. They giggle at the affection, looking rather proud of themselves. Then she turns to you, hesitating, clearly having the instinct to give you a kiss as well. Half of you wants to stand on your tippy-toes, expectantly, wondering if she’d do it (and how flustered it would make her). Instead, you pretend not to notice, accepting the awkward shoulder pat she ends up giving you. “I will see you this evening, for dinner. Do try to enjoy yourself. But don’t forget-” she leans in until her mouth is right next to your ear, breath tickling your neck- “behave yourself. I will not tolerate any tomfoolery, understood?” Alcina does not pull away until you’ve nodded, and you do not relax until the library door has shut behind her.

Except now you’re alone with her daughters. Wonderful.

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Dealing with finances was not, to put it simply, Alcina’s ‘favorite’ activity. Although she employed someone to handle the majority of the paperwork, she made sure to go over it herself to ensure accuracy. There were many aspects to her business, being both legitimate and illegitimate, technically. One could never be too careful about their records. After all, failing to file tax returns had taken down Al Capone, of all people. Who was to say that such a mistake, or one in a similar vein, could not damage House Dimitrescu? Certainly it wouldn’t be enough to ruin them entirely, but it could lead to certain ‘nuisances’ bothering the village. At the end of the day, Alcina cared more about the impact it would have on Mother Miranda than anything else, even the possible decline of her household.

A nasty habit, really. Few knew the extent of her self-entitled devotion to the cult leader. The only bond that ran deeper was that she had with her daughters, who meant more to her than she could ever vocalize. Even then, she viewed them as a gift from Miranda, which in turn strengthened her love for the woman. Now that love leaked into everything she did. With a flourish of her pen, she signed away some of this month’s earnings. So what if she already ‘donated’ a large portion of her income to the village and its leader? Certainly this was a way to show the level of her devotion? Certainly Miranda would take notice, eventually? Praise her for it? Take Alcina’s hand in her own, thumb caressing her skin, eyes filled with a long-sought affection?...

The sound of passing footsteps brings her back into the moment, and Alcina stares down at the mountain of paperwork she’d yet to approve. With a deep sigh she readjusts her reading glasses, sets the finished document aside, then gets back to work. A part of her mind soon starts to drift to other subjects. To you, primarily. Would your affection be easier to gain? Steadier?... But could it, in any way, compare to Miranda’s? No matter how she tries to brush the thoughts away, they nip at her heels, circling her head like vultures. Only time would give her the relief she so desperately sought.

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“So, don’t tell me you really think you’re my mother’s soulmate, right?” Cassandra says, somewhat grumbling, as you trail behind Bela. It’s less than five minutes into the tour, with the siblings having behaved so far, focused on actually showing you around. At her words, both her sisters started walking slower. Their gazes were still locked ahead of themselves. The way they positioned themselves, however, made it clear that they were listening. “Is it some elaborate scheme, hmm? Did you spend a dozen hours with the other servants, noting every last detail about her soul mark, before copying it? Do you really think that you’ll get away with this?” Well, ‘twas good to know who the most paranoid of the three were.

“Ah, yes, it’s all a great, horrible ruse. You’ve caught me red-handed, I’m afraid,” you chime, sarcastically. A hand goes to your forehead as you fake faintness. “I’m just so desperate to be scrutinized by yourself and your mother, to have my every movement watched, to somehow be less free than I already was. I simply… cannot… believe… that you saw through my bluff.” With that you give a dramatic sigh, pausing in the hallway to give Cassandra a judgemental look. If not for Alcina’s instructions to keep you safe, you’re certain she would have beheaded you on the spot. “I’m not claiming to understand the universe’s decision. But I’m also not giving up immediately, no matter how much the three of you scare me.” At that, Bela stops in her tracks, slowly turning to you. Instinctively you go to take a step backwards, only for Cassandra to catch you, holding you in place. Next thing you know, the oldest daughter is grabbing your head, staring you right in the eyes.

“Answer one question, and maybe I’ll make sure you don’t fall victim to some tragic, unfortunate accident. Can you see yourself loving my mother?” Bela asks, more intense than you’ve ever seen her before. Despite that, you don’t tremble, swallowing your fear long enough to reply.

“Honestly? I don’t know. She’s terrifying… and beautiful. Cruel to some of the maidens I’ve met… and loving to you three. I… I don’t know if I can love her,” you admit, gulping. “But isn’t that part of the point of trying? To find out? I am going to try, for both my sake and hers, to love her. To cherish her. What more would you ask of me? I cannot tell you how the days to come will go, whether or not your mother will enjoy them, or even whether she could love me. This is not a situation you can threaten into resolving the way you want it to. So let me go, finish the tour, and give me a chance. You owe your mother that much, do you not?” Soon enough the hands keeping you in place loosen their grip, and Bela turns away with a scoff. Honestly, you can hardly believe that your little speech worked. You aren’t given much time to celebrate, however, as the sisters quickly resume their walking. Before long, Daniela is speaking up between giggles.

“I like this one already.”

#alcina dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #resident evil: village #re8 village #gremlin trio is protective #they're like #you're not cool enough for our mom #hey tumb please stop fucking up the order of my tags #this is the second time you've messed up my attempt at being funny

[lonely-lost-soul]

Immortality and Nymphs Pt. II

(Philza x reader)

Kisses. God Phil missed your kisses against his skin most of all, you were always so warm and gentle. He couldn’t wait for you to be a constant in his life once again, he walked all three of you back to his home. Wilbur was eyeing you the entire time almost like he was trying to find the differences between himself and you, thinking, The boy looked much more like himself than he did you, but there were tiny similarities here and there. You didn’t seem to mind though when he asked you questions you answered them truthfully. Once they arrived back at his house Wilbur stood up a little straighter,

“As much as I’d like to stay and talk more, Fundy and I need to get going.” He trailed off a little looking at you, “I still have thousands of questions but I have a revolution to plan.” Wilbur continued as you raised a questioning eyebrow, Phil’s wings ruffled a little as he cleared his throat.

“You should come back next week with the others.” Phil gave a slight nod of his head, “I’ll send a crow to Techno.” Fundy was the one to whip his head and nod eagerly, Wilbur adjusted his glasses but eventually nodded.

“That should work.” Wilbur turned to face you taking a shaky breath, “I’ll see you then?” A tender smile spread across your lips as you reached out to cup Wilbur’s cheeks.

“I’m not going anywhere again baby boy,” You whispered as he flushed hesitantly leaning into your touch “I promise.” He pulled away, clearing his throat taking Fundy’s hand as he waved.

“Bye, grandpa! Bye, grandma!” The fox hybrid called and Phil watched as you flushed deeply. Phil wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, his wings spreading around your body like a cocoon. You giggled softly as he nuzzled his face into your neck, his beard prickled your skin, you missed the feeling.

“Fundy seems sweet,” You mused as the man behind you kissed the skin of your neck. Phil only hummed in agreement which caused you to laugh, “you’re so not paying attention to what I’m saying are you?”

“What?” You burst into laughter at his genuine confusion, “Come on now. I missed you, can you blame me? You’re distracting.” Phil let out a little huff as you pulled away to face him,

“Then show me how much you missed me my crow,” You purred running your fingers through his feathers, you felt his entire body shiver as his breathing hitched. His fingers dug into your hips,

“Careful. They’re sensitive and wouldn't want a pretty thing like you to get hurt.” Phil teased pressing his forehead against yours,

“Oh, I remember.” You winked teasingly as Phil leaned in to swallow your words with a blistering kiss. He felt you melt against his body as his wings fluffed up, both of you poured all your love and admiration for each other into one another. It was then Phil knew nothing changed between the two of you even after all these years apart, there was still the same amount of love and longing you always shared. Phil lifted you into the air and you hooked your legs around his waist, he felt young again, back in the forest by his old home. He felt you giggle against his lips and pull away to rest your forehead on his own, he chased your lips almost desperately. Your hand came up to cup his cheek and he closed his eyes to lean into his palm, “Take me inside first.” You murmured and his eyes lit up mischievously.

“If I remember correctly you never had a problem with making out in the woods before.” He watched your face turn beat red as he smirked proudly, he adored getting you flustered which way to Sunday.

“Yeah well, I’ve lived in the woods all my life. I think I’m ready to stay with my adoring lover in his house, is that really such a bad thing?”

“No. I’d never be opposed to something like that, not when I’ve missed you this much. It’s all I’ve ever wanted, living with you and raising Wilbur, being a family.” He watched you visibly wince and guilt ebbed at his heart, “Hey, hey you had to do what you needed to. I’d rather have you alive and here now than dead or worse.” Phil reassured and you seemed to relax a little bit in his arms,

“I wish I could’ve been here to raise Wilbur with you...I wish I could’ve seen him grow up.” Your voice wavered a little as Phil pulled you close, he hesitated slightly trying to find the right words to say.

“I wish you were there too. But you’re here now, you’re safe and that’s what matters. Plus…” His cheeks flushed a soft pink, “we could always try again.”

“Jesus Christ Phil,” you giggled covering your mouth with your hands and he looked embarrassed. “I just got home Crow, let's give it some time. But...I’m not opposed in the future.” Phil’s face lit up again and he nodded rapidly, he could agree with that, maybe once you built a better relationship with Wilbur and his other boys that’s when the both of you could try again.

Oh god, the other boys. When he invited them all here next week, he hoped they’d make a good impression if not Dadza was going to craft a belt.

“How long has it been since you’ve had an actual meal?”

“God decades!”

He chuckled deeply, kissing your cheek, and led you into his house to have a nice warm meal. Having you around definitely took some getting used to, his days suddenly shifted around as he accommodated for another person but he didn’t mind. Phil woke up happier than he'd felt in a long time, you were curled up against his chest, the top of your head was right under his chin. He ran a hand through your (h/c) hair, letting it run through his fingers, even though it’s been about a week he still felt like you weren’t really beside him.

Wait a week.

His eyes snapped open and he shot up like a rocket, feathers flying everywhere as you groaned, “Crow? Everything alright?” You asked adorably rubbing your eyes, his stress melted away momentarily as he watched you wake up. A few flowers bloomed in your hair as you came to your senses.

“Everythings fine! Just remembered it’s Sunday and the others don’t usually follow set times.” He pulled you from the bed giving you a quick good morning peck on the lips. “Get dressed, something nice I wanna show you off,” He kissed you again longer this time you giggled.

“To who? Our son and your friends?” He gave a happy little nod, as you rolled your eyes, he felt your fingers fix the hair on his face, Phil closed his eyes and leaned against your touch. “But I’ll do as you wish my Crow,” You stood up from the bed and stretched your arms above your head. Phil had managed to get some clothes for you from a nearby village, he still remembered your style, but tried to make it more modern so you didn’t stick out like a sore thumb. You slid on the new clothes, they hung off you loosely. They clearly needed some tailoring, and you slid on the boots he got you the day before, as much as you like walking around barefoot it was pretty impractical.

“Shall we?” Phil held his arm out to you, you wrapped your arm around his own as he led you outside. You both stood on a hillside covered in soft green grass and a big willow tree. Phil looked down at you, his big wings gently covering your back from any danger, he was sure not feeling the grass between your feet was a foreign feeling to you but you didn’t seem to mind. The smile on your face said it all, you were peaceful and relaxed, letting the breeze flow through your hair. “You’re beautiful,” your eyes snapped up to him your cheeks turning light pink,

“Oh stop it old man.” He made an indignant sound as you laughed, your hands reached up and dragged him down to your level, kissing him tenderly. Phil felt his eyes flutter closed and his wings drop, he was snapped back to reality by loud whistling. You pulled back and he pushed you behind him, wings puffing up defensively, standing on the side of the hill were Wilbur, Tommy, Technoblade, and Fundy. Tommy was the one whistling eyes sparkling mischievously, Wilbur whacked him on the back of the head to get him to shut up.

“Dad! Wil’s being mean to me!”

“Don’t be mean to Tommy Wil,” Phil pressed his fingers to his nose with a sigh “Wilbur don’t antagonize your brother.” Fundy was cackling at their mischief, your eyebrows shot up on your forehead and Phil cleared his throat, face pink. Technoblade just stared seemingly eyeing you suspiciously, “(Y/n) these are my other sons. Boys this is (Y/n) Wilbur’s birth mother.” It was Technoblade’s turn for his eyebrows to raise and Tommy’s jaw dropped to the floor,

“No shit.” Tommy gawked, “You don’t look like her at all Wilbur! You’re so ugly, must’ve gotten that from Phil. Sad.” You burst into hysterical laughter watching Phil glare over at Tommy. Wilbur was seething at his sibling but ignored him in favor of giving you a light hug,

“Good to see you, mom.” He whispered,

“Good to see you too.” Phil heard you respond and hug him back, Wilbur whispered something to you and you made a little surprised face before nodding. Phil assumed he told you that the other boys were not in fact his biological children, but those he had adopted. Fundy soon joined in the hug snuggling into your stomach, you ruffled the young fox’s head and he chirped happily. Tommy walked over to introduce himself to you next, he proclaimed to be not only Phil’s favorite son but Wilbur’s favorite brother too. Which lead him to then boldly declare he’d be your favorite as well and Wilbur sent him a scathing look, ah yes, Phil knew that look rather well. Wilbur inherited that look from you, nose all scrunched up and eyes sharp. You shook the young boy's hand and happily told him you couldn't wait to see him fall into the number one spot. Wilbur shot you an offended look and Phil covered up a laugh with his hand, the offending look was sent to his father next,

“Dad.”

“What?” Phil laughed holding up his hands, “If he wants to win your mother’s attention I’m not gonna stop him. Every man for themselves.”

“Phil,” You nudged him with his elbow “be nice.” Tommy began to boast about how awesome he was in comparison to his brother, you sent a wink to Wilbur’s, and his shoulders visibly relaxed.

You were his number one, anyone with a brain could see that.

Phil noticed Technoblade had his eye on you the entire time, it took him much longer than the others to gain trust. He decided to walk away from you to stand by the hybrid's side, “Hey mate.” Technoblade only grunted in response, arms crossed over his broad chest protectively, “What’s crawled up your butt eh?”

“You didn’t tell me ‘bout her.” He motioned in your direction with his chin, “you tell me everything. Why not her?” Technoblade was trying to remain stoic but after all these years he could tell he was hurt. Phil sighed softly scratching the stubble on his chin as he watched Fundy run around you trying to fight for your attention.

“It was hard for me to talk about, she didn’t leave on her own free will. Her life was in danger and I didn’t know if I’d ever see her again. It was a shock when she came back last week, a good shock but a shock nonetheless. (Y/n) was my everything, is my everything. I kept it from everyone because I hoped it would keep her alive and safe from those who wished to harm her.” Phil looked over at Techno, for once Phil’s eyes showed his true age, “I’m sorry mate you know I would’ve told you if I could. Doesn’t take much for me to start gushing ‘bout her. I mean look at her.” Phil glanced back over at you, Fundy was on your shoulders, his hat on your head, meanwhile, Wilbur was wrestling with Tommy on the ground. You looked over at him desperate for his help and Phil only smiled over at you and shook his head. Your eyes screamed distressed as you tried to get the boys to stop fighting, Phil felt Techno’s eyes on him and he looked back at his son and friend.

“I understand I suppose,” Technoblade sighed rubbing the back of his neck, “You wanted to protect her. I can’t be mad at you for that, but no more secrets alright? Promise me?”

“Promise. Now go say hi to her before she gets upset and thinks you don’t like her,” Phil nudged him forward and his eyes widened a little,

“Heh? Phil hold on-”

“(Y/n)! This is Techno.” Phil clapped the man on the back, you looked up at him with a kind smile.

“Pleasure to meet you Technoblade, I like your cape.” Phil watched the man flush in embarrassment at the compliment,

“Eh...thanks. Like your flowers.” He motioned to the flowers blooming in your hair, you beamed brightly at him, always happy to talk about your flowers.

“Thank you, sweetie!” His ears turned red and he waved you off anxiously, he moved to peel Tommy away from Wilbur, wanting to get out of this conversation. Fundy hopped off your shoulders to tackle his father and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in, “wow. They’re…”

“A lot?”

“Yes.” You laughed fondly, “but…”

“I wouldn’t trade them for the world.” Phil nodded kissing you on the apple of your cheek,

“Good. You better not. They’re all my sons now. I hope you know that” You leaned against his chest, he laughed and you felt his chest rise and fall.

“I’d expect nothing less from you.”

Letters. That’s how most of you communicated in the years to follow, Wilbur would send letters and you would beam in delight. It melted Phil’s heart, he knew his son was busy with the revolution and the now Presidency but he wished he’d visit his mother. You would write him back almost immediately after receiving a letter, you’d seal the letter with a kiss before sending it off with one of Phil’s crows. Afterward, Phil would take you in his arms and pepper you in tender kisses, you would giggle and snuggle into his arms. He told you he loved you, and you cooed and told you loved him back, then you both would share a kiss. Phil loved those days the most, seeing you truly happy made his heart swell. There were days where Phil taught you how to fight, days where you would garden, and days where he let you groom his feathers. He loved that, grooming was another one of the things he missed the most, you got out all the tangled feathers just perfectly. He would lean back against your hands head falling on your shoulder as he panted, his pupils were blown wide as you hummed fondly.

So, maybe Phil enjoyed it a little more than he remembered.

It was a cold autumn day when the letters stopped coming, you were heartbroken, always anxiously petting and feeding his crows. They could sense your disappointment in waves, it was almost choking Phil himself, his heart ached to see you so sad. He pets your hair gently as you both sat on the hill with the willow tree, he noticed the bags under your eyes were dark, Phil’s frown only deepened.

“My love please smile for me, I’ve missed it so much these past few weeks.”

“Somethings wrong,” Your voice was soft looking up at Phil “He wouldn’t just stop writing to us. He always writes to us.” He hated the way your voice quivered, “what if he changed his mind about me?” Phil shushed you softly with a kiss,

“First of all, there’s no way he changed his mind about you. The way the both of you bonded these past few years, Wilbur wouldn’t throw that all away for no good reason.” He tried to reassure you, “Although, I will admit this is strange. Wilbur isn’t one to not write to me, it’s something he’s always done ever since he was old enough to spell.”

“Crow…” You whispered, “can we visit him? Just to put my mind at ease...please.” Phil’s heart melted as soon as he saw your puppy dog eyes, he nodded and you smiled.

Good. He was going to keep that there as long as he was physically able.

The next day, Phil scooped you up in his arms and you headed towards the direction of his son's new nation.

It was called L’Manburg if Phil remembered correctly.

What the both of you didn’t expect to see was a war zone, “Phil…” You murmured eyes wide in fear, he held you to his chest, your brow furrowed in worry. He swore he could see Tommy and Techno looking up at them from below, it didn’t ease the anxiety prickling at his skin, the sky suddenly went black with crows.

A bad omen, something bad was going to happen, and they knew it.

“Phil they’re distressed. Somethings wrong.”

“I know hon,” Phil looked around worriedly, he spotted a glance of Wilbur walking into some sort of room. He landed just outside the entrance, he put you on your feet, “Stay behind me.” He instructed you, you nodded your head clutching onto his bicep. The both of you stepped into the dimly lit room, there were scrawlings etched into the wall, all scratched in by Wilbur. Your brow furrowed in concern, fingers dancing across the lettering, “what’re you doing?” Phil spoke, his tone flat and serious, looking dead at your son, wings spreading out behind him.

“Wilby?” You asked softly as he slowly turned around, his big brown eyes were wet and wide.

“Mom…” He whispered, “I didn’t want…” Wilbur looked away from you and grit his teeth, “Welcome to L’manburg. Sorry, you have to see it like this, war-torn and broken. I wanted you to see it in its prime, a shame you didn’t visit sooner.”

“Wilbur, don’t do this,” Phil said watching his son look longingly at the button in the middle of the wall, almost with longing. “This is your country, it can be fixed. Things can be rebuilt, it’s where you raised your son,” Phil continued his entire body tense and nervous he was too aware of the sword on Wilbur’s hip. Phil reached out his hand as you walked towards Wilbur,

“Baby boy…” You whispered tenderly, vines slowly growing out of the cracks in the floor. “Don’t do this I only just got you back, please think about what you’re doing.” Wilbur’s brow furrowed watching you smile softly holding out your arm, “Everything will be alright I promise you. We can help you.” He let out a wet laugh running a hand through his brown curls, his pointed ears visible.

“It’s not the same nation anymore. There was a special place where people could go but it’s not there. It’s no longer the nation it once was Mom.”

“It is there. You've just- You've just won it back, Wil!” Phil spoke up in opposition to his son.

“MOM, Dad, I’m ALWAYS SO CLOSE to pressing this button, Phil! I've BEEN HERE like seven or eight times, I've been here seven or eight times...Phil, I've been here so many times…” All of you jumped a little at the sound of crackling fireworks outside, “They're fighting. They're fighting!” Phil and you glanced at one another, there was a beat of silence.

“And you want to just blow it all up, You fought so hard to get this land back... So hard.” You argued reaching out to cup his cheeks, he melted into your palms, snuggling into them like they were his last lifeline.

“I don't even know if it works anymore, Mom, I don't even know if the button works, I could, I could... press it.”

“Do you really wanna take that risk?” Phil laughed, “There is a lot of TNT potentially connected to that button.”

“Phil... There was a saying, Phil. By a traitor. Once part of L'Manburg. A traitor- I don't know if you've heard of Eret? He had a saying...It was never meant to be!” He tossed his hand back and slammed it against the button, you let out a devastating shriek pulling Wilbur into your arms to try and protect him from the blast. Phil felt pure adrenaline enter his bloodstream as he flew towards you and his son. His wings wrapped around the both of you and you whimpered, some of his feathers caught fire and he squeezed his loved one’s harder. Wilbur meanwhile let out a roaring cry “MY L'MANBURG, PHIL! MY UNFINISHED SYMPHONY, FOREVER UNFINISHED! IF I CAN'T HAVE THIS, NO-ONE CAN, PHIL!”

“Oh, my god…” Phil spoke, his voice quivering with horror, Wilbur looked down at you, hurt and pride swam in his eyes,

“Are you proud of me mama?” He whispered softly as your thumb caressed his cheeks, Phil glanced down at you ignoring the pain in his wing, your eyes were wet but you were still smiling.

It didn’t reach your eyes.

“I’ll always be proud of you Wilbur. I’m your mother, and I love you, I’ll always love you.” He let out a little cry, you were so genuine with him, your love was smothering him. Wilbur looked up at his father and grabbed his wrist,

“Kill me, Phil. Phil, kill me, Phil kill me!” Wilbur broke away from his hold and tossed his sword Phil’s way. Phil caught it in his arms the lines in his forehead creasing with worry, “Phil, stab me with the sword, murder me now, kill me! Killza, Killza, do it! Kill me, Phil! Murder me! Look, they all want you to! Do it, Phil! Kill me! Phil, kill me!”

“I- You're my SON!”

“Wilbur NO! PHIL DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!” You cried as Wilbur shoved you away from him, your growing distress caused vines to spill into the room, filling it with greenery, nature wanted to protect you.

“No matter what you- dude, no matter what you've done, I can't-” Phil’s voice cracked, his knuckles turning white against the hilt of the blade.

Wilbur slammed his fist against the wall, “Phil, it's- LOOK! LOOK! HOW MUCH WORK WENT INTO THIS, and it's GONE!” He grabbed Phil’s hand and shoved the point of the sword into his chest, “Do it. Do it.”

“PHIL!” You sobbed grabbing onto his other arm, eyes red and puffy, fat tears were running down your pink cheeks.

The man squeezed his eyes tightly, his throat closing up, he couldn’t look at you, he could feel the look of horror that was slowly spreading across your face.

“Phil. I’m begging you we can get him help, I can’t lose him. Not again, not when I’ve only just got him back.” You choked out, “he’s my baby. He’s our baby.” You were clinging to Phil desperately, your smile was gone, he failed you and he failed his own son.

“Do it, Dad.” Wilbur interrupted you, you let out a desperate cry and Wilbur shushed you softly, brushing away your tears. “It’s better this way,” Wilbur leaned down and kissed your forehead, “I love you and I forgive you.” He looked back at Phil and his disintegrating right-wing, guilt ate at him, “It’s time.”

Phil let out a deep breath, jaw tense and he felt you bury your head in his uninjured wing. He ran his sword through his son’s chest, Wilbur fell forward against the blade, he choked on the blood in his mouth, it flowed out of the corners and stained the front of his shirt. Phil felt you move to look but he covered your face with his wing once more, “Don’t look darlin’” He whispered as your sobs only increased, Wilbur slowly died in his arms with a smile on his face that would forever haunt Phil’s nightmares. He stroked Wilbur’s hair as he slowly faded out of existence, three lives completely snuffed out, Phil was part of giving him life and was the one to take his final one. Once Wilbur was gone you crumpled to the floor loud sobs echoing in the chamber, he fell beside you and wrapped you in his arms, you clutched his beanie to your chest.

“It’s alright. It’ll be okay.”

“Okay! Philza Minecraft how the FUCK is this gonna be okay!” You snarled in his arms but he only held you tighter, “Our son...our baby is dead.” You choked holding your hand to your mouth, the vines that had grown started dying feeding off your agony. “He’s gone…” You whimpered letting Phil caress your hair and plant kisses on the top of your head.

“We’ll get through this. I promise you.” He swore up to you cupping your cheeks within his hands, you sniffled a little and gave a small nod of your head. You were drained emotionally and physically, Phil’s heart ached in his chest.

“You’re hurt…”

“I’ll be alright,” He tried to stretch out his wings he flinched as pain shot up the right side of his body. Phil’s wing was charred to bits, you both knew the unspoken truth that he’d never fly like he once did, Wilbur wasn’t the only thing Phil would mourn.

“We need to set up a grave for him. Under the willow tree, I’ll plant yellow flowers. That way he can always be close to us so long as we live there,” You looked up at him eyebrows pinched so tight “Please.”

“You don’t need permission Darlin’.” He whispered to you resting his forehead against your own, “If that’s where you want it that’s where it’ll be.”

“Good.”

Phil slowly helped you to your feet, you weren’t injured, a few cuts and scrapes he took the majority of the damage from the explosion just like he had planned. He hissed as he tried to put pressure on his left ankle, “Fuck me. I’m too young to need a cane.”

“Eh,” You smiled weakly “Wouldn’t say that.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You giggled softly, your laughter significantly improved his mood, even if it was a minuscule adjustment. “We all can’t be as spry as you,”

“What can I say some of us have it and some of us don’t.” You smirked slightly hearing another loud explosion go off in the distance, “the Withers. Technoblade spawned them didn’t he?” Your eyebrows furrowed in thought and Phil gave a little nod,

“Most likely.”

“Our boys, they can’t do anything without explosions can they?” You shakily whispered and Phil couldn’t help but let out a dry laugh,

“Guess so,” He shrugged limply as you slipped Wilbur’s beanie on your head,

“What now?” You looked up at him through wet eyelashes, Phil caressed the back of your head,

“We go home, bury what’s left of Wilbur, and take a look at my wings to assess the damage.” Phil watched you nod numbly against him, “it’ll be a long walk back.” He groaned rubbing his eyes and you rubbed his back soothingly.

“Let me handle that,” You reassured and he raised an eyebrow the both of you moved to leave the structure neither one of you wanted to put up with anyone, you both had lost a son and wanted time to mourn. Plus, it seemed Tommy and Technoblade were busy fighting. Phil watched you with careful eyes allowing himself to lean against one of the trees that survived the explosion. You placed your fingers in your mouth and gently whistled, not only did a crow from a tree flutter by but a wandering horse as well, you really were an animal whisperer. The crow ruffled its feathers and cawed loudly at Phil, he shot the crow a look and flipped it off, meanwhile, you worked your magic taming the horse in a matter of moments. “Come here Crow,” You held as your hand and he fell into it, you helped him onto the horse and he shot you a look,

“I’m not riding on this horse with you walking on foot. Switch with me.” Phil tried to argue but you shushed him,

“You took an explosion to the back. Take a breather, relax, nature helps me heal anyway.” You hummed fondly as he slumped against the horse reluctantly, it took about an hour to get back home, Phil had lost all feeling in his wing and wanted nothing more than to curl up with you and go to sleep. As the looming willow tree came into view Phil heard you sniffle and clutch his son’s beanie on your head,

“(Y/n)?”

“I-I’m alright.” You cleared your throat shaking your head, “Let’s get you looked at before anything else, okay?” Phil too exhausted to argue only nodded limply, you helped him inside and set him down on a chair. “Spread your wings for me,” You commanded, helping him stretch out his wings. He cursed, only feeling pure agony shoot through his right side,

“Ow! Fuck me!”

“Sorry, sorry,” You whispered out tenderly rubbing the base of his left-wing. The mixture of pain and pleasure was foreign but not completely unwelcome. “Oh, Phil…” You trailed off hesitant to touch the damage that was inflicted, “I don’t...I don’t think-” You chewed the bottom of your lip, but Phil got the message, he wasn’t going to be able to fly as he once did, maybe ever again. His flight feathers were singed to hell, completely burned away, not to mention the patchiness of his other feathers. His shoulders slumped forward as he ran a hand down his face, he was exhausted, he felt the coolness on his wing as you spread some antibiotic on the injury. “I’m sorry,” You kissed the back of his neck and he shivered at the feeling. “We’ll bury what we have tomorrow, you need rest.”

“I’ll be fine-”

“Phil, I will force you into bed. Don’t fucking test me right now, I will force you if I have to.” You hissed out glaring daggers at him, he should be threatened but he just felt oddly aroused.

He decided to attribute that to how fucked up he felt today.

Phil allowed you to tuck him into bed as gentle as you were capable of doing, “I’m going to send out some letters. I’ll join you in a little bit.” He felt you remove his hat and run your fingers through his blonde hair, he leaned into your touch like a kitten. As soon as you shut the door, Phil was out like a light.

Phil found out the next day that you had sent a letter out to both Tommy and Technoblade, you wouldn’t specify what you sent but you seemed a bit more relaxed than you had the other day. You both didn’t get a chance to bury what was left of Wilbur until a week later, Phil’s healing process was slower than he could’ve imagined. Phil reluctantly had to use a cane to get around easily, his crows laughed at him but you were also so kind and careful.

You were an angel.

The two of you buried him under the willow tree on the hill where you’d met the other members of your odd family for the first time. Technoblade had shown up at your doorstep holding out a large box inside of it was a stone tombstone inscribed on the tombstone was Wilbur’s name and date of birth and death. It had surprised Phil that the hybrid even agreed to make this for you, but at the same time, he was Phil’s adoptive son and closest friend, he appreciated the gesture nonetheless. Phil had placed Wilbur’s coat and beanie into a box and placed it under the ground. You had kept your promise and had grown little yellow flowers around the site of the burial, and the two parents mourned the loss of their biological son. Technoblade stood close by a hand resting on Phil’s shoulder in hopes to soothe him at least a little bit, Phil would never admit it but he appreciated the gesture.

Little did the three of them know, a small smile spread across a young ghost’s face. He picked at the sleeves of his yellow sweater, maybe he could give both of them some blue sometime to help them heal.

He had a feeling they’d like that idea.

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May I request a scenario with dazai(and chuuya if you would like) where reader takes the boy to meet her family, wich turns out to be big, she has a lot of siblings and they all have quite a few children themselves and that there very consrervitive(they don’t outright hate the gays they just don’t understand them) there against abortion and in a climactic family dinner that gets very political and heated it’s revealed that reader had an abortion in high school.

I would think the line “fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck you I’m done with this family.” Would be perfect for it.

Please and thank you

a/n: one pro-choice dazai, one pro-choice chuuya and one reader who isn't going to take any bs anymore on your way! also, i hope you don't mind, but i did headcanons for chuuya since i feel like the scenario would be the same except for their reactions. i usually keep scenarios and headcanons separate, but this subject is worth it.

warning(s): swearing

with hands clenched into fists, dazai and you walked towards the house you had grown up in. in contrast to you, dazai's body posture radiated calmness. he showed no sign of worry, almost like you hadn't told him about your family and its old fashioned mindset. your lover was either an idiot or an admirable idiot.

"dazai, i don't think you quite understand what i meant when i said that my family is a lot, and not just in numbers. mentally and emotionally, they are a lot."

"i figured."

"and you are not nervous?"

"depends. is there any reason for me to be?" dazai looked at you from the corner of his eye.

"definitely," and without elaborating any further, the two of you reached the door. gosh, why did your heart started to race by the thought of having to face your family? after taking a deep breath, you rang the door bell.

it didn't take long before one of your nieces opened the door. she spared a glance at dazai. "why is that man wearing bandages around his wrists? that's- not a good influence, y/n. shall i call for mom?"

your niece, only sixteen years old yet already influenced by the mindset of her mom, didn't even spare a glance at dazai after her judgement of him.

life didn't pay you enough for being a part of this family. however, you forced a smile on your face. "that wouldn't be necessary, cindy. this is dazai, my boyfriend. he'll meet aunt helen soon."

cindy's mouth twisted for a second. "all right then, our moms are in the living room. let's see what they... have to say."

dazai finally opened his mouth after he had observed the scenario. "how wonderful! i can't wait to meet them. they sound lovely."

you stared at dazai's face. no wonder dazai was good at what he does: he was an excellent liar, a master in pretending. did he have a bigger chance on surviving this dinner than you?

when you entered the living room, you were greeted with at least fifteen faces. instead of everybody sitting together, they were divided in groups of three. you first introduced dazai to the other two groups before you reached the latest group where your parents sat.

"y/n, it has been a while," your mom said. "so, what did you bring home this time?"

you were not even five seconds into the conversation and you already had to clench your teeth together. five seconds into the conversation and zero seconds of respect.

for dazai, it was easier. he bowed his head slightly and said: "it's a pleasure to meet you, parents of y/n. i am osamu dazai, your daughters boyfriend."

"what are those bandages around your wrists, boy? or your neck? did you get into an accident?" the judgmental edge in your dads voice couldn't be missed.

"oh well, life can be quite dangerous, can't it? especially if you're protecting the law, sir."

"well, i suppose that's good," your dad replied.

it didn't take long before dinner was ready. you were relieved that dazai was sitting next to you. at least that was something to hold on to. family dinners often proved how closed-minded your family was. and this time was no exception.

"so, dazai," aunt helen gave him a smile that was too tight to be considered friendly. " i just heard you saying that you protect the law. are you a lawyer?"

"i'm an agent."

one of your uncles replied. "really? do you have what it takes to shoot someone?"

"absolutely."

oh uncle, you had no idea.

your uncle started to laugh. "good, we need someone with guts to protect our country. men who aren't afraid to get their hands dirty."

"women can be agents, too." it flopped out before you knew it.

suddenly, a few more eyes were focused on you. aunt helen spoke first. "that's absurd, y/n. women are better off being housewives."

"that's your opinion," you replied.

"your aunt is right, y/n. women are meant to take care of their husband, the house and their children."

you looked at your mom. "no, we are not. i mean, what if two women fall in love and get married? they are not obligated-"

"don't be absurd, y/n!" another uncle added. "women falling in love with other women is just a phase."

"it's not!"

one of your younger cousins decided to talk about this matter too: "it's unnatural. only a man and a woman can end up falling in love."

the poor kid. "society is filled with people who are gay, bisexual, pansexual, queer-"

"enough, y/n." your dad slammed the table with his fist. "women's natural place is to be in the kitchen, serving their husband and their children. period. i don't want to hear anything about it anymore."

it was too late. you were all worked up now. totally forgotten that dazai was sitting right next to you, you said: "well, what if a woman doesn't want children? what if some women can't have children?"

cindy scoffed. "that's ridiculous. everybody wants children."

"that's not your choice to make," you gritted between your teeth.

cindy stared you deeply in the eyes. "because there is no option to choice from."

tears of frustration started to well up in your eyes. "who are you to say that someone doesn't have the choice. what if she gets pregnant and she can't effort it? are you still forcing her to have the baby?"

"yes, y/n. yes, i would."

you felt dazai's hand gripping your knee. in the corner of your eye, you saw dazai nodding. the eyes of your lover suddenly radiated warmth, which gave you the courage to finally say in front of your family: "even if i tell you that i got an abortion in high school?"

the room got filled with dramatic gasps, the sound of clattering cutlery, a few screams and your mom who fainted.

dazai's face started to show a small but satisfied smile. and that was the last straw. you stood up and raised your voice. "and that was my choice. not yours, not anyone's. my body, my choice. you have nothing to say about me. and you know what?" you started to point at your family. "fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck all of you. i'm done with this family."

with a sigh in which you let go of all the frustration, pain and stress this family brought to you, you said: "well, that was more satisfying than i thought it would be. great talk everybody, but dazai and i are going."

your lover stood up, too, and smiled widely. "of course, belladonna. ladies and gentlemen, the pleasure was all mine. on closer inspection, it was not. leaving seems like a fantastic plan, my love."

dazai followed you outside. suddenly, a rush of euphoria raced through your veins. you grabbed dazai's hand and started running. your lover started to dramatically shout for you to stop wasting both of your precious energy, but you just laughed.

"for the first time since a long time, i feel free."

dazai smiled. "exactly like i predicted."

okay, a few headcanons! for chuuya!

chuuya would definitely not be that calm.

dazai stayed calm because he had foreseen your outburst. besides, he's a pro in pretending in contrast to chuuya, who's a man of action, temper and someone who values honesty. but since you asked him to keep it down, he will. with lots of effort.

chuuya's face is redder than his hair after being surrounded by your family already after only five minutes.

especially if they start commenting about his ponytail. i can imagine your family being not so understanding about mental health (dazai's bandaged wrists) and men embracing some type of femininity (chuuya's long hair).

like dazai during the discussion, chuuya stays silent. chuuya knows this is not his fight to fight, but yours. even though his hands will glow red at least twice during the ignorant remarks of your family, he knows you got this.

literally shows death glares to anyone who is planning on making remarks about your abortion.

and then the biggest and proudest grin appears on his face once you stand up and call your family out.

"that's my girl"

#dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #dazai x y/n #chuuya headcanons #dazai x you #bsd headcanons #bsd hc #bsd scenarios

[yuri-maze]

Best Domlene fanfictions (Dominique Di Pierro/Darlene Alderson - Mr. Robot)

So, I have decided to gather all my favourite fanfictions from my favourite ships, and to start from Domlene because I am butthurt about Sam Esmail playing with our gay feelings. Updates will not be very consistent but you can be sure I will look into every corner of the Internet (shouldn’t take that long, since the serie is not that popular and Domlene is not that heavily shipped), I will read every single fanfiction that I deem worhty and add it in here if it’s really good. Let’s start then, shall we?

[Last update: 3 March 2022]

MULTI CHAPTERED/SERIES:

tuesdays with darlene by lunchables [T] [17,747 words] [incomplete]. Darlene is a bartender and Dom is a Law student. I read this like 10 times because it’s just that good.    

System Update [part 13 of Recovery Mode] by nouseforaname [T] [38,419 words]. Dom and Darlene decide to take the big step.

Backup [part 12 of Recovery Mode] by nouseforaname [M] [13,463 words]. Darlene is excited to celebrate a special day and wants Dom to be as excited about it as she is.

Heavenly [part 11 of Recovery Mode] by nouseforaname [T] [6,235 words]. Dom is in a delirious state after taking painkillers and starts rambling about how perfect her girlfriend is. Too wholesome.

Pieces [part 10 of Recovery Mode] by nouseforaname [T] [6,610 words]. Dom finally gets to meet Mr Robot.

Small Talk [part 9 of Recovery Mode] by nouseforaname [E] [13,911 words]. Darlene doesn’t know how to stop talking when she’s drunk. Dom looks for a way to shut her up.

Imposter [part 8 of Recovery Mode] by nouseforaname [M] [13,890 words]. First Christmas together.

In The Clear [part 7 of Recovery Mode] by nouseforaname [M] [15,210 words]. Dom is a workaholic and gets sucked into work and Darlene is far from pleased about that.

Making A Mess Of It [part 6 of Recovery Mode] by nouseforaname [T] [40,876 words]. Darlene gets to meet the DiPierro fam over Thanksgiving and is anxious about confronting Dom about Susan Jacobs.

Debugging [part 5 of Recovery Mode] by nouseforaname [T] [4,903 words]. Darlene is sick and more insufferable than usual, but Dom takes care of her like a good gf. Dom is so whipped. My heart was melting into a puddle while reading it.

Eating At The Movies 101  [part 3 of Recovery Mode] by nouseforaname [T] [1,979 words]. The Alderson siblings introduce Dom to their Halloween tradition. More like Dom and Darlene being adorable af and Elliot third-wheeling them.

Just Say It  [part 2 of Recovery Mode] by nouseforaname [T] [17,101 words].  Two tsunderes coming to terms with their feelings for each other. This is a gem, just like the whole Recovery Mode series, and pretty much everything written by this author.

Back to Sanity [part 1 of Recovery Mode] by nouseforaname [T] [26,858 words]. This is soo good. Elliot and Darlene are trying to heal after all that shit went down with the Dark Army, Dom comes back from Budapest and soon meets again a certain short-tempered hacker.                                                                  

ONE-SHOTS:

oral fixation by MerakiWitch [E] [2,272 words]. Inspired by Dom’s canon lollypop habit. Title is pretty self-explanatory.

come into the water by MerakiWitch [G] [1,276 words]. Dom is a sailor, Darlene is a siren.

10:47 AM by deeeepsteep_ (roguefreyja) [M] [1,557 words]. Darlene wakes up and is horny.

Between the Drinks and Subtle Things (The Holes in My Apologies) by HobbitSpaceCase [E] [1,556 words]. Because we all love some (semi-drunk) hate sex.                  

#domlene #mr robot #darlene alderson #dom dipierro #wlw #lgbtq #fanfic