#although sometimes i feel sad about grabbing flowers but still

[0x1lovebot]

three; 🌿

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 | one | two | three | four

1.6k words. [1,623]

warnings; angry chan, mentions of arranged marriage

now alone in the garden, y/n got back to her work of picking new flowers for the rooms in the palace. she picked, and she picked, and she picked. it was a mindless repetitive action, and it allowed her mind to wander. 

her mind replayed one specific memory, a memory y/n tried not to think about. she didn't like that memory. it made her happy, it gave her too much hope.

she was 15 again. it had been a few weeks after her mother passed away, and y/n was still grieving, hard. she couldn't even remember the last time she had smiled or laughed or even just enjoyed the smallest things. all she felt was numb. 

y/n was alone in the garden, planting seedlings of flowers in a new patch of fresh, soft soil. the sky faded from a fiery orange to dark red as the sun set over the horizon. the chill of the evening breeze bit at y/n’s skin through her thin dress as she continued her work, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. nothing mattered anymore without her mother there with her. 

“hey, you’re going to catch a cold out here." a voice warned. 

y/n turned her head and met eyes with chan. even in informal clothing, chan still looked as handsome as ever. under the setting sun, his pale skin seemed to glow like the jewels in the king's crown. his black hair, although very unkempt, framed his face beautifully and looked dark red due to the color of the sky. even in her state of grief, just seeing chan brought color to her very dull world.

a ghost of a sad smile crossed y/n's face as she turned back to the ground in front of her. 

"it's just a breeze channie. you don't have to worry about me."

chan sighed at his best friend's stubbornness. he knew that she was going through a very sad time and he wanted to help. but y/n seemed to shut him out.

"i always worry about you y/n. you seem to cloud my mind every hour of the day."

y/n's breath caught in her throat. chan had this way with words that made her heart flutter no matter how she was feeling. she did not like it. nonetheless, she acted as if it didn't affect her.

"i doubt that that's true. i bet you forget about me with every princess you meet. i'm afraid i might lose you to them one day." she teased, but her heart sank slightly at the thought of it being true. y/n wished she was born into royalty sometimes. maybe then she would have an actual chance with the person she was in love with. and after losing her mother, she knew that she couldn't stand to lose chan either.

chan sighed again as he gently grabbed y/n's wrist, stopping her from planting the flowers. he pulled her up off the ground and turned her to face him.

"y/n, you're not going to lose me, ok? no matter how many girls i meet, you will always be my number one. i've known you the longest. you mean the most to me. no matter how chaotic my life gets or how many princesses i meet, you’ll always be at the top. i promise.”

even now y/n still didn’t know how chan knew to say those words, but at the time they were comforting for her. they made her feel happiness, warmth for the first time in weeks. but thinking about it now she knew that it was unrealistic for chan to try and keep that promise. he was going to be king soon, and it was very well known that royalty stayed with royalty. and sadly she couldn't change that.

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chan walked at an accelerated pace through the halls of the castle, while hyunjin brushed away any stray pieces of dirt or grass from the back of chan's robes. he really wished his time in the garden would have lasted longer. it was the first time in months, he had spent time with y/n. it felt nice to see her face, to hear her voice, to smile and laugh with her like they did when they were kids. 

"this is so unusual." chan mumbled. usually the rulers would come for their meeting and then return back to the comfort of their own kingdoms. why were they staying now?

"yeah I know but it seems that there is nothing you can do until you find out more." hyunjin reasoned as he wiped the last speck of dirt off of chan's robes.

the 2 of them now stood at the entrance of the dining hall. more commotion could be heard on the other side of the doors, more commotion meant more people. chan sighed at the thought of having to interact with people other than his family, for that morning's meeting had left him very socially drained. and if the rulers families were anything like them, this would be even more taxing on chan's will to live.

"well in you go, your highness." hyunjin said as he pushed open the doors of the dining hall. "enjoy your meal."

chan shot hyunjin an extremely annoyed look before masking it with a smile and entering the room. 

"ah there he is." chan's mother welcomed. "come and join us son."

chan sighed through his nostrils, holding onto whatever composure he had left, and made his way to the table in the very middle of the room. he took the empty seat between his father, and his younger brother, felix who looked just as unwilling to be there as chan felt.

on the right of felix sat king chinmae and his family. his wife looked sullen and detached, like all the light in life had been sucked away. that's what happens when your partner for life breaks your trust one too many times. chan thought. he felt bad for the woman and for their young sons, youngho & minhyung. he couldn't imagine what it must be like to see your own father disregard your mother as if she met nothing for someone he barely knew.

on the left of his mother sat king jinsang. he didn't have a family, well not a legitimate one anyway,so he sat by himself gorging on food as if he hadn't eaten in years. it was quite disturbing to watch actually. most of the people at the table made it a point to avert their eyes, out of sheer discomfort and slight disgust.

and at the very end of the table sat the dreaded king jiwoo, accompanied by his only daughter, inyeong. the last time chan had seen her was when he was 15 and she was 17. she still had the same harsh, sharp features similar to that of a marble statue. her black hair had grown quite long though. the black strands were curled in large, bouncy ringlets, framing her pale face and indifferent expression. she looked regal, however the sinister look behind her eyes didn't go unnoticed by chan. her eyes snapped up at him, and the intensity they held made chan's blood run cold. he'd seen the same look in her father's eyes countless times. 

inyeong never left her kingdom with her father unless she absolutely needed to, so why was she here? why were they all here? what was this?

"so," chan's father started. "as you all know my first son will assume his role as king soon. as the ruler of this kingdom he will need a woman to rule beside him."

everyone at the table murmured in agreement, while chan quirked an eyebrow in confusion. 

'why would my father bring this up now?' he thought.

"and at his age of 24 i think it's about time we continue this tradition. so with the blessing of me and king jiwoo, my son bang chan and his daughter hong inyeong will be married in 2 weeks time!"

chan's heart stopped. there was no way this could be happening. not with inyeong. chan's chest started to tighten as his eyes searched the table frantically, gauging the reactions of his table mates. to his surprise only he and felix seemed to be rocked by this news. even their mother seemed okay with this happening, and she wasn't really one for the royal traditions. 

and yet, she knew. they all knew, except for him. he didn't even have a fucking choice in the matter.

chan's ear and face grew a bright red as anger started to rise in him. he gripped the armrests of his chair with such force that wood whined under his hands. if he squeezed any harder the wood snap, just like he was about to.

"hyung are you ok? your knuckles are turning white." felix whispered. chan turned to his brother and cocked his head. 

"am i ok? am I ok?!" chan seethed. "of course I'm not okay! none of this shit is fucking ok!"

the other royals gasped at chan's outburst.

"chan, watch your mouth!" his father boomed.

"are you fucking kidding me?! I don't want this shit! I barely know inyeong and you want me to marry her for the sake of the kingdom! you didn't even fucking give me a choice, you decided for me!" he yelled. "but fuck my opinions when it comes to your beloved traditions right?"

chan threw his chair back from the table and stood in an instant. he stormed out of the dining hall and straight to his quarters without another word. he couldn't be in there anymore. he couldn't be around them anymore; it was all too much.

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#first fic of 2024!! #bang chan x reader #skz bang chan x reader #skz bang chan #bang chan fluff #stray kids bang chan #stray kids x reader #skz fantasy au #skz fanfic #skz x reader #skz imagines #skz fluff #skz angst #the garden!🌺 #faithwrites🌱

[bebeyeyo]

ditto : i want you so, want you

genre: fluff, ending angst

pairing: chaeyoung x tenth!member

ditto short series: nayeon, jeongyeon, momo, sana, jihyo, mina, dahyun, tzuyu

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oh how much chaeyoung loved you so. besides mina, you were her go to.

you both acted so childish, and to others it may have been annoying, but you both didn’t care as long as you had each other.

you both were still in school at the time, only graduating soon after her and tzuyu, she helped you with your studies, helping you pass.

although you weren’t the best rapper in the world, there were often times where you had to. thankfully, chae was there to help.

you both did so much together. you drew, made ridiculous photos, you even helped chaeyoung with her tattoo ideas as you both had gotten older.

no doubt chaeyoung was so touchy sometimes, but you didn’t mind it one bit. chaeyoung, just like the rest of twice, loved to show you affection.

whenever she could, she’d come up behind you, holding you and mina by the waist, tickling your sides playfully.

chae still remembers that day you came with her one vlog to collect some strawberries and make strawberry jam.

another hobby you both did so much; picking strawberries.

it was something you both did often to try and make any strawberry creations, like following youtube tutorials on how to make homemade strawberry milk.

or making those santa strawberries that you get thrown off by so much because of the salty piece of meat that is in the sweet strawberry, but you bare it because you don’t wanna hurt chae’s feelings.

likes to laugh at you, mainly because she just finds you so funny. anything you do she’d laugh at.

has a huge thing with listening to music with you. anywhere you both are if appropriate, one AirPod would be attached to one ear, playing the song. which is why you and chae have the same taste in music a lot.

she loved how you’d come home from school, telling about what trendy things are happening, what friends you made, what classes were easy and what was hard. then she would get jealous because some classes for you are easier than what she did.

you know who’s laughing in the group from her laugh. you don’t even have to look, you hear her laugh and you know.

you were supposed to be a guest with chae on youngji’s channel, but unfortunately after your confirmed paperwork documented from the doctor, you couldn’t.

you heard how sad youngji was since she didn’t get to meet you. you wanted to meet her badly as well. which is why you were thankful when chae got the opportunity to bring youngji to visit you.

chae hasn’t been the same, just like all the girls, whenever you were speaking such sad words with a smile on your face.

she still wanted to get another tattoo, but now a different one was permanently on her skin.

your nickname on her inner wrist.

it did hurt knowing the needle was near a sensitive part of her skin, but she didn’t care. she wanted to get it for you.

now whenever she looks down at her wrist, she thinks of you even more than she already does.

just like jeongyeon, she carries your lovely with her at all times. keeping it hugged up against her chest.

she’ll turn her phone towards your lovely, as if she’s showing you something cool she found.

the nights where she makes your homemade recipe for strawberry milk, she puts all of her effort and love into it. with every crush of the strawberry she gets to.

she makes sure to make enough for the girls, placing it in a pitcher in the fridge before pouring her some as well.

used to it, she grabs a second cup, “do you want some, y/n? it’s your favorite-”

she turns around seeing she’s the only one in the kitchen.

her smile slowly fades before placing the second cup back into the cabinet.

she slowly takes a sip of the strawberry milk, smiling only a little before grabbing your lovely that was placed safely against the flower vase, her phone, and her cup before leaving the kitchen.

#darling-twice #twice chaeyoung #twice x tenth!member #chaeyoung x tenth!member #kpop angst #chaeyoung angst #ditto short series

[silverynight]

Dead End

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Part XIII

He does in fact sleep for a while. Being in Himejima's arms is really peaceful, even though he's constantly moving. When Tanjirou opens his eyes again, they're deep in the forest. Nezuko and Tomioka are walking a little bit ahead of them; she's making quick hand gestures to Tomioka, who sometimes nods or says something in response.

Tanjirou realizes quickly they're talking about him.

He moves a little bit, enough to let Himejima know he's awake, the hashira then turns his head down and finds Tanjirou's face with his lips. A couple of kisses are pressed against the boy's face and he can't help but blush in response.

"How are you feeling, darling?"

"I'm... fine," Tanjirou mumbles weakly; he can't help it, all his sadness comes back at once now that he's completely awake.

"Give him to me," suddenly, Tomioka is at Himejima's side, softly tugging at the other's haori go let him know exactly where he is. The huge Pillar stops for a moment, leans forward, letting the other hashira take Tanjirou from him.

"I can walk on my own now," Tanjirou mumbles shyly, prompting Tomioka to smile softly at him in return.

"I know." He whispers, before leaning forward to kiss him on the lips. Tanjirou closes his eyes, giving in for a moment, even though he knows Nezuko is probably watching.

He sighs, nuzzles against Tomioka's cheek, before burying his face in the curve of the hashira's neck. He opens his eyes and catches Nezuko's worried expression over Tomioka's shoulder.

He knows why she's concerned, but luckily for her, Tanjirou doesn't have a plan this time. He has no idea how to protect his Pillars.

"I want to walk," he mumbles before Tomioka leaves him on the ground.

As soon as Tanjirou gets closer to Nezuko, the Pillars move, Tomioka ends up ahead and Himejima behind them; he knows they're doing that so they can protect them in case someone tries to attack them there.

But there's nothing, no one around in the forest, the only thing Tanjirou can hear and smell are the leaves, the wood and a couple of flowers...

Nezuko tugs his sleeve, drawing his attention.

What are you thinking about? Are you alright?

"Yes, I'm fine. Don't worry about me, Nezuko," Tanjirou smiles at her, even though he knows he can't fool her.

Tanjirou sighs, looking from one Pillar to the other quickly and although he sees those two, he thinks about all of them. About how lucky they'd have been if they hadn't met him at all.

They could die for him. Tanjirou is not sure if he's going to see them again.

Hey. Stop it! Stop!

Nezuko is narrowing her eyes at him; she's huffing and grabbing him by the arm to shake him away from his own dark thoughts.

He tries no to, but it's difficult, even with Nezuko's hand holding his.

"Where are we going?" He whispers next to her, fighting his tears, thinking they're going to be abandoned somewhere cold because his Pillars are not coming back to him.

I still don't know.

So they keep walking.

***

They make a few, quick stops. They eat on their way, but it's mostly Tanjirou and Nezuko and no matter how many times the redhead insists, the Pillars don't take a bite of any of the food they brought with them.

At night, they become really protective; Himejima convinces Nezuko and Tanjirou to let him carry them. It's almost like they weight nothing to him.

Tomioka is looking around at every step, a hand close to his katana, shoulders tense, but trying to move carefully.

They have taken so many turns and weird paths Tanjirou is not sure where they're going anymore.

But that's probably part of their plan.

However, after a couple of minutes, as they slowly make their way out of the woods, Tanjirou smells something in the air.

It's a familiar scent.

Then, he sees the house, the same one that for a time felt like home, and a man with a blue haori and a red mask over his face.

He's not sure if the sob he hears is coming from him or Nezuko or perhaps both of them, but the next thing he knows is that they're running towards the man at the entrance of the house.

"Urokodaki-san!" Tanjirou cries before hugging him tight, feeling the man's arms around him and his sister.

"Welcome back," he tells the siblings and for a moment Tanjirou thinks he can see a tear falling behind his mask.

***

Both Tomioka and Himejima stay for a couple of hours, Tanjirou is not sure why until he realizes they're constantly moving around the house, making sure it's safe.

"What else do you need?" Tomioka asks with concern, looking at Urokodaki with a frown upon his face.

"I have my katana, I should be fine," the old man says. "Besides, you took the long path, right?"

The Pillar nods.

"Gyomei and I made sure no one was following us," Tomioka mumbles then, worry written all over his face.

"We're sorry to ask this of you–"

"Nonsense," Urokodaki cuts Himejima off, looking a little bit irritated. "I do this because I want to protect them too."

Tanjirou's eyes fill with tears, he can't help it; the reason why they left Urokodaki the first time was because they didn't want Muzan to go after him too, but now...

Everything is falling apart.

"Urokodaki-san..."

"None of that, Tanjirou!" The old man huffs. "You and Nezuko are my children, so don't apologize for this..."

Tanjirou nods, but can't stop the tears from falling; Himejima finds him then and takes him in his arms before wiping them off with his thumbs.

"So you're going after Kibutsuji?" Urokodaki asks, sounding a little bit surprised, but impressed nonetheless.

"Yes, we have to make sure he doesn't try to hurt Tanjirou again," Himejima mumbles, prompting Tanjirou to shiver and grimace like he's in pain. He still doesn't like the idea of the Pillars risking their lives for him.

Himejima must've felt his inner sorrow because he leans to press a kiss on Tanjirou's cheek.

"You really love him, don't you?" Urokodaki blurts out, even though he wears a mask, Tanjirou is sure he's watching everything.

"You have no idea," Tomioka tells the old man sincerely, with a soft smile quirking up the corners of his lips.

Tanjirou blushes to the tip of his ears before giving Himejima a kiss on the lips (out of the corner of his eye, he notices Urokodaki taking Nezuko to another room) then he goes to Tomioka to give him a kiss too.

"I love you too," he whispers. "Please tell the others I love them..."

Tanjirou's words sound like a goodbye, but a permanent one and it breaks his heart.

"You have to come back to me," he pleads. "All of you."

"You know we'll do anything to come back," Himejima says as Tomioka nods next to him, but none of them promise they'll be back. Because they know they can't.

"At least stay for the night..."

"You know we can't do that, Tanjirou."

Tomioka kneels in front of him; deep, blue eyes meet his with so much devotion and love it's difficult for Tanjirou to stare back at him.

"I think I can speak for everyone at this point," Tomioka mumbles, stroking Tanjirou's wet cheek with his thumb. "No matter what happens, our hearts will always be with you. We've been yours from the moment we met you and nothing is going to change that. Please don't forget that, Tanjirou. You made us happy..."

"Please, don't–"

"Goodbye, darling."

Tanjirou doesn't move from his spot at the entrance until they fade from view; they disappear in the distance and he knows he can't do anything at this point. Because running after them won't save the others... He has no idea where they are and doing something on his own will probably make things more complicated for them.

He only goes back inside when he feels Nezuko's hand in his.

***

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#mafia au #demon slayer #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #nezuko kamado #tanjiro kamado #giyu tomioka #gyomei himejima

[kim-poce]

Immortal Toy 3 - Full Moon

Requested by @kathea, I hope you like it

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CW: vampire whumpee, captive, children caretaker, caretaker new whumper (kinda), multiple caretakers, vampire caretakers.

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It was nighttime, Rony was sure, even if the dungeons had no window or clock he could tell it. He knew, firstly because Whumper wasn’t there, and she only torture him on daytime, when the boredom of not being able to go out turns on her violent side, and lastly he could feel the moon.

It was weird. He wasn’t a werewolf, as far as he knows these things don’t even exist, but still he could feel the full moon doesn’t matter how deep underground he is, he longs for it as if longing from a unknown home. 

At first he hated it, it was just one more thing to long for without ever being able to reach it, but as time passed the feeling of it was enough for him to feel like he belonged somewhere, it became one of the two things that make life bearable.

The other thing was of course the children, he is scared of them, the longer he is trapped in there the shaper his senses get and he can tell for sure that these two are stronger than he could ever dream to be, not as strong as Whumper of course, but they will be in the future, that’s for sure.

But even with the fear and the amount of power these children have, he still wants their visit, not only for the blood and medicine but for their presence, the way they talk to him like he is a person, not as a monster or a toy. 

The night was the first time he had both the moon and his little —scary— benefators. The girl was the first to peek into the cell, her face breaking into a bright smile when she saw him.

“You are alive!” She said relieved, as always, Rony wonders how frail he looks in her eyes, he wonders if she would be sad if he dies, he doesn’t want her to be sad, but… the thought of having someone caring about was tempting. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he lied, he wasn’t okay since he died, but he is as good as he gets when Whumper’s children are around.

“I brought medicine,” the boy said, walking closer and showing the little glass. “Turn around, so I can start right away.”

“Turn around, pest,” Whumper said, grabbing the iron flogger. “Or you will pay for wasting my time.”

Rony swallowed hard and obeyed, wishing he was human so at least he could blame the shivering on the cold instead of letting it so clear that he is scared. The boy started the treatment, the pain decreased and the flesh wasn’t as raw as before, but Rony kept on shivering.

“Don’t need to be scared,” the girl said, walking in front of him and crouching down. Rony noticed that her cheeks were pinkish and wondered just how much blood does she drink to look so… alive? “We can’t stop mother, but we won’t do what she does.”

He froze, were his thoughts this obvious? Yes, they were. “I-I’m sorry.”

“No need for it, now open you mouth,” the girl said with a smile, even the healing on his back couldn’t calm Rony enough upon hearing that order, principally when his fangs had just regrown.

Rony obeyed, he wanted to trust the girl; he couldn’t, but he obeyed anyway, because there were Whumper’s children, and because he wants to please them enough so they keep coming, keep talking to him.

There were many reasons for that order, but whatever Rony thought didn’t match the reality, after all, why would he expect to be fed with a lily? Although he understood her intentions, Whumper does that sometimes, forcing a not-blood thing down his throat and laughing when his body can’t take it.

“Did you like it?” The girl asked, tilting her head.

Rony was ready to lie saying ‘yes, ma’am’, but as soon as he bit down he found out it wouldn’t be a lie, it was tasty, nothing but blood was tasty on his tongue since the day he died but the flower was sweet and so good.

“W-what? H-how?” he said, feeling the flower inside his mouth.

“Full Moon,” the boy explained, he was done with the ‘won’t get mother mad’ treatment level. “There are a few plants we can eat on full moons.”

Rony nodded, remembering himself that he isn’t a true vampire, that he doesn’t know even the basics, he doesn’t know anything apart the fact that he needs blood and that he won’t die doesn’t matter how hard Whumper torture him.

“Take another,” the girl said, “Good, right? Lilies are my favorites, he—” she gestured to her brother “—likes rose thorns, he is weird.”

“Hey!” The boy protested. “Next time I’ll bring you thorns, Rony, you’ll take my side then,.”

“He’ll take my side, thorns are ungly!”

“Well, I don't know about you but I don’t eat them with my eyes.”

The cell was filled with laughter after that, in that moment it wasn’t vampires’ laughter, it was children’s laughter, siblings playing with each other as humans do, as animals do, as life does. Soon the laughing wasn’t only the children’s but Rony’s too, he didn’t know when he joined, he also didn’t know that he needed to laugh until he did, he didn’t know he needed to let go of this bottled up feeling until he cried.

“Hey,” the girl patted his hair. “Rony you don’t need to cr--”

“Let him,” the boy said, also carrying his head, “It’s okay, it’s only the three of us here, so do whatever you feel like.”

Rony nodded, for once not caring that he was wasting blood with tears, up until that moment he thought of being a vampire as a punishment after death, but thinking about it, yes he died, but he is alive now anyway, isn’t he? He can think and feel, he can cry and laugh and be scared and be relieved.

It was the first time in months that he truly felt alive, and the cold hands caressing him told that maybe someday in the far future things will get better, he would lose this hope soon, he was sure, but not today, not in a full moon night spent with these two lovely caretakers.

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Taglist: @wolfeyedwitch, @kathea, @rose-pinkie, @latenightcupsofcoffee, @neverthelass, @darlingwhump

#whump #whump fic #vampire whumpee #vampire caretaker #nonhuman whumpee #nonhuman caretaker #multiple caretakers #vampire caretakers #my writing #Immortal Toy

[heartz4-uu]

Flowers

Receiving flowers every month is cute, but receiving flowers every month from an unknown person is strange but still cute. (Idk why but my draft of this story got posted 😭 so here’s the finished story)

There it was again, the odd flowers. They arrived every month for an unexpected reason. You also took notice that it was never the same type of flower. You sometimes wished that you knew who sent them. Although sometimes you wished you didn’t, it was kind of fun to try and figure out who was behind it.

You placed the flowers in a vase on the dining table per usual. As you did so, you noticed something off about the flowers. There was a small note attached to one of the pedals. You read it.

“I know it’s weird to be receiving flowers every month from an unknown person. I’ve been scared, but I feel confident in myself. I want to talk to you in person. If you would like to then meet me at the park at 8. :)”

It wasn’t signed by anyone. You were debating on just not going, but that itching feeling of wanting to know who it was came back. You decided that you would be meeting them soon.

𓆞༄･ﾟ𓆝࿐ ࿔*: 𓆟

You were deciding on a cute outfit to wear to meet up with them. After deciding on what felt like the perfect outfit to you, you finally decided to make your way there. Upon checking the time you noticed that you were atleast 20 minutes late.

‘Shit! He might leave by now!’ You thought beginning to run to the park.

Thankfully it wasn’t far and you made it in a matter of seconds. You arrived at the park and didn’t know what to do next. You had no idea what he looked like and if he even left the park yet. You looked around for a bit and spotted a boy sitting on a bench. He had brown hair as well as chocolate eyes.

He was looking down, and looked sad? Worried? You couldn’t really read his expression, but he definitely wasn’t happy. Being a good person you decided to approach him, and maybe just maybe he was the person who had been sending the flowers.

“Hey are you alright?” You asked sitting next to him.

He looked up and it was then that you noticed the tears staining his cheeks as well as the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes. His moment of sadness changed as soon as he saw you.

“It’s you! You actually came!” He exclaimed.

“You were the one sending me the flowers?” You were a little shocked.

“Yes! I was scared to approach you when I first moved here, so I decided to just send you flowers every month until I worked up the courage to meet you.”

“What do you mean when you first moved here?”

“I’m your neighbor.”

“Really?! You were the person living there? I wanted to greet you when you moved in, but I got scared.”

He giggled before grabbing your hands.

“Getting to the point. I’ve been sending you flowers every month because I have a crush on you. I understand if you don’t like me back.”

“If I’m being honest with you I was scared to greet you when you first moved in, because I thought you were really cute.” You stated. It was true he was really cute.

His smile grew wider.

“Really?”

You nodded.

He hugged you instantly. You hugged him back and enjoyed the moment.

Before leaving you two decided to go on a few dates to get to know each other better.

In the end everything worked out. You found out who was sending you the flowers every month. You expected to stop receiving flowers after he confessed, but they never stopped. Except this time, every month he would show up at your house with a different kind of flower. It never failed to make you smile, as well as wonder if he would ever run out of flowers.

#txt #txt huening kai #kpop #kpop bg #soft #cute #fluffy #headcanon #k-pop #kpop imagine #tomorrow by together

[the-sinners-paradise]

hi~! can i request a short story of knight ritsu confessing his love to m! reader prince please? thank youuuu!! ♡ love your writing style btw~ (ㅅ˙³˙)♡

» what a cute idea, anon! so be it then, i hope u enjoy this! ☆

prompt: knight!ritsu confesses his love to the prince

character(s): ritsu sakuma

pairing(s): ritsu x m!reader

warnings: N/A, fluff

☆ — RiTSU SAKUMA !!

being your "knight in shining armor" wasn't an easy task, especially for someone like ritsu, but being your knight meant he had to protect you with everything he had... and he did. there was no way he would let you get hurt.

ritsu was surprisingly persistent when it came to his job. he did everything that was asked of him with little objections, although the more time you two spent together, the more confident he's been getting, asking for things that a knight really shouldn't be asking of their prince.

“you look tired, your highness, may i carry you?”

“please allow me to feed you, your highness.”

“may i sleep in your bed tonight, your highness?”

those types of questions, and many more, would pop up quite often and it always ritsu who said them. sometimes, you really thought he was joking and trying to test your limits. perhaps this was a game aimed at flustering you to the point of you losing your cool, but you knew that wouldn't happen.

you never once suspected that the knight meant to protect you with his life would ever be in love with you.

even now that you two were walking around the garden of the castle, flowers surrounding you from every side as the sun set over the horizon, it still never crossed your mind that there was something more than a sense of duty that connect you and your knight.

the many nights spent together meant a lot to you, of course they did, but without knowing his intentions, how could you even come to any sort of conclusion?

even then, he was your knight. a relationship like that would surely upset your father, not to mention...

“your highness.”

you blinked, turning your head to face him.

“yes?”

“don't you think it's pretty out here?”

“huh...? well, of course it is.”

ritsu chuckled half heartedly and grabbed your hand, before kneeling down. he didn't look at you, but you could feel the soft smile on his face. your eyes almost sparkled as the realization hit you.

“ritsu sakuma, what are you doing?”

“i don't think i'm meant to serve you, your highness.”

“huh?”

“after all, is someone like me truly meant to spend an eternity with one such as yourself?”

you stared at him as he lifted his head up. he was on one knee and you were sure his uniform would get dirty, but you couldn't think about that now. his expression was too soft, too... sad. tragic, if you will.

“ritsu...?”

“yes, my prince?”

“you... you're so stupid sometimes,” you mumbled, laughing and crouching in front of him, “silly, too. can't believe you just did that.”

ritsu was so close to saying something, a look of confusion on his face, but you managed to cut him off with a kiss. you almost regretted the fact your clothes were both white. your knees would definitely end up dirty.

#sin tells a story #ensemble stars #enstars #enstars x reader #enstars x y/n #enstars x you #ritsu sakuma #ritsu sakuma x reader

[frodopotter7]

A Vampire in Hamburg- Part 4

Back to part 3

Back to the series

Warning: This chapter is going to be tragic, sad and a bit brutal

On the next day Ringo told Paul and John that they would visit a castle. "A castle? In Hamburg? I don't think so?", Paul asked confused. "Yeah, it's kinda hidden. That's why we didn't talked about it in German.", George lied. Paul just nodded quietly. So they started walking though Hamburg, while George was trying to feel the energy of the portal. His feelings told him they were close. They stoped as they arrived near the miniature store, where the Germans had an exhibition of the whole world in tiny. As they crossed the street and went into the next street, they saw a black and noble hotel called 'Sir Gentleman'. On the left side of the hotel was a little dark alley. Apparently for the workers in the hotel. "George, let's leave. That doesn't look right. Where should there be possibly a castle?", Paul questions with a bad feeling. "No, I know it must be there." George  walked in firth. Only with his vampire powers he could open the portal. They rest also followed in the dark small alley. It seemed to turn into a tunnel and everything was dark. Suddenly they saw a bright light at the end. As they got closer the normal world of Hamburg seem to disappear.

The Beatles  found them self right in front of  a huge creme looking castle. It seemed to be not in Hamburg anymore. It felt as if it was somewhere else. It was night and the full moon shined bright down on them. There was a huge garden with lots of flowers in it. The castle gave a creepy atmosphere because of some dragons and monster statures that where placed on the roof and were used as some sort of ornaments. "How?" Paul stuttered. "It's night. Although it should have been morning." "Did we accidentally toke drugs again?", John asked and he himself wasn't sure if this was meant as a joke or not. "No, this is just an illusion for the atmosphere.", George lied again and felt all the memories he had with this place.

Back in the days he trained here. Mr. Greif had explained him a lot about his powers and because of him he was able to control them. As he saw all the flowers he remembered how Mr. Greif loved gardening and how George helped him with it. Mr. Greif was usually calm and friendly but then again he could have horrible mood swings and scare everyone. This good hearted old man had a favour to appear more as a classical creepy vampire to be leaved alone. Why should anyone else leave in a huge castle all alone with only some students sometimes?

George was again the firth on to enter the terrace. "Come on guys. We have a meeting." Ringo followed. Paul and John looked scared at each other, but then also followed. George opened the huge wooden door and entered the empty stone hale. It seemed gaben up year ago. It seemed different and more scary. Very unusually was that there where cobwebs everywhere. Mr. Greif was very perfectionistic with cleaning so this made no sense at all. Also the darkness fruit vampires had no problem with light. Why could Mr. Greif not leave the normal time as usual? But still it was George only hope. So he didn't let it bother him. The steps of the boys echoed on the walls because of the marble stone. Everyone was scared. Paul grabbed John's hand without even noticing. John looked down on Paul's soft hand, but didn't dared to say anything. "Mister Greif!", George then yelled. Silence only George words that came back to him. After a short while a figure appeared on top of the huge stares that lead up to the upped stage with a left and right side. "Hello.", a deep and scratchy voice said out of nowhere. Paul and John both yelled and got closer to one another. George mood was grim. This wasn't Mr. Greif. "Where is Mr. Greif?" The person got into the light and now faced down to the Beatles. It was a tall and abounded looking man. George didn't saw anything good in him. His aura was deep black and huge. He wore a black and old dirty coat. George activated his closer looking skill. Yes, the dirt was dust and blood. The man had also black leather gloves and big and solide shoes. His face was pale even paler than George or Mr. Greif. The man was lanky and blocky at the same time. His grin was like from a monster. Not only his canines where sharpie knifes also the rest of his teeth seemed like little knifes while his canines where the hugest and they had blood spots on them. The eyes of the man were deep red and full of killing lust. George bite his lips nervously. Shit, this man was a fully grown and extremely powerful vampire. George needed to be careful. So he tried to stay as calm and cold as he could. George noticed how Ringo came closer to George. He was scared as well. The man didn't move and fixed his eyes on George. "A baby?" "I'm not a baby. Where is Mr. Greif?" "He is out of the house. Let me bring you to his assistant." "He doesn't have an assistant. He lives alone." "Oh, George how long have you been gone?" Paul and John both looked shocked as the stranger knew George's name. "Let's follow lads." "I don't want.", John whispered. "Please." "Yeah, I'm really nice. I just look so scary." The man rushed down to them. Within just an eye blink he stood right in front of Paul and looked him right into his brown eyes. Paul was like freezed and started to sweat. The man grabbed Paul's cheek and squished it pretty hard. "Don't worry you little bunny bugs. We will only help you. The assistance can help you all. "Hey, let Paul go." John protested. The vampire let go and leaved a bleeding scratch on Paul's cheek. "Don't worry. We also have something that let's you see again." "See?" "Well, you wear contacts. Free your eyes from that. Now please flow me." With that the vampire was on top of the stairs again. Scared all the Beatles flowed.

They went into the right floor and got deeper into the maze of the castle. Only George knew that they where on the direct way to the main tower in the middle of the castle in which usually Mr. Greif's office was. As they finally leaved all the same looking stone dark floors behind them, they finally arrived in front of a brown door with the name Mr. Greif written on it. In side the room there was a huge desks with lots of magical stuff on top of it. It was a whole chaos of paper. The rest of the room where book shelfs and bubbling mixtures. The tall vampire closed the door and stood now next to the desk. Behind the desk there sit a small old man, with a huge white moustache and a white lab coat. His voice was more higher and more friendlier than the one of the vampire. As far as George could see he couldn't find a aura and also no signs that this was a vampire two. This man was only incredible old. "Hello my friends. Sorry for Nox. My butler just is a bit ruth sometimes. I'm still trying to explain him communication. You must know he once was a bad guy but now I tempted him. So you are here because you can't control yourself George?" "I only talk to Mr. Greif." The man got up and walked over to George. "Oh come on. You can trust me as much as you trust him. I know everything he knows. Now let me help you. I could also help your friends." "Who are you?" "Oh how not polite of me. I'm Professor Hollow." "Professor Hollow?" Ringo asked. "You know him?", George looked down to Ringo. "He written a book about vampires." "Yes I did." "What is going on?", John asked confused. "George, didn't you told them?", the professor asked with a playful friendly voice. George bared his teeth. "I see. You are still confused by the blood. Yes, I know why you are here. I see everything." The Professor lifted his white bangs he had on top of his forehead. He exposed a green third eye. John and Paul where about to scream again. "Oh, come on please. I'm not the most scary thing. Your friend is also not a human." "George, what is he talking about?", Paul was obviously worried. "I'm a fruit vampire." "A what?" "He is eating fruits to hide his true killing monster." "What?" "He killed the woman." "What?!", John and Paul yelled at the same time. "George, please say this isn't true." "It is." "And now he wants my help to remove the beast inside of him." "Kinda, yes. I still want to talk to Mr. Greif." "He is on a mission. Anyways. I have something for you." He toke out a little syringe. "Oh no." George knew that he couldn't hold he fear back and just by looking at the syringe he dropped. "What is going on? I want to go home!", John yelled as Nox grabbed him and Paul. "Leave the little Richard alone. We want to have a little more fun with him."

With that Professor Hollow gave George the serum. George started to transform. Nox was distarcted by the transformance and Paul could escape his grip. Paul immediately ran off. Nox wanted to follow, but Hollow held him back.  "No forget him. He is not important." "Why are you doing this to him?", Ringo screamed. "Because we hate fruit vampires and they need to finally get real vampires." "But the book?" "Yeah, that was from me. Actually it was the whole plan. You came here. To Hamburg. It was only a question of time till George would get mad and you as his lover would obviously notice." "Lover?" "Oh come on. It's obvious even if I had only two eyes. Anyways, you found my book and got mad at George. George was so into his fruit rush that he didn't notices that he had been turned into a bat and just flew away. It was Nox who killed the woman. But now you are here and it is already too late. Ah I see the serum is finally working." George's started to shake and couldn't stop moving. His fingernails turned into claws and his skin got more pale. His eyes turned red and his breath went wild and deep like a thirsty wolf. "Here you go your firth human blood." Hollow gave George a red liquid in side a test tube. George immediately drank it. While he madly enjoyed the blood, Ringo started running away. "That's right Richard Starkey, George is defiantly going to fancy your blood. It smells very sweet and delicious." Nox lusted. George trough the glass away and immediately faced the door where Ringo just had disappeared. He activates is powers and his teeth come out and he started chasing Ringo. "So everything is working perfectly after plan. So and what will we do with you?" Hollow turned to John. "Maybe the glasses." He grabbed John's face and squished it. "Yeah, let's get you in the experiment room."

It was Paul who was leaved alone now. Ringo was somewhere in this huge castle and probably also was hidden. George was a mad and dangerous vampire and John was in the hands of this professor. Amazing! What's next? Paul was in pain. Exhausted he went into a metal shelf. He was in some sort of big hale with only metal stuff in it and weird chains that hung down the clinging. He heard noice. People came. It sounded like this weird professor and this vampire. The dragged someone with them. Paul watched all through a little whole in the shelf and tried hard to don't make any noise. Any wrong move would mean his death. It was indeed the mad professor and his vampire friend. Paul still couldn't believe George was one of them. The one who got dragged on the floor was John, who nearly passed out and was only half there. They attached him to the chains and he tried to do something. "You will not get us!" "Oh we already have you. George will lose his mind and kill Ringo. He can't escaped the monster. Ringo is probably already dead." "But you will never get Paul!" "Yeah, that's a shame. But no one will believe him anyways. So please hold still Mr. Lennon. It's only a little poke from the syringe." "NO!" John tried hard to escape, but the (Betäubungsmittel) had made him way to weak and he was also attached to the chains. "It won't hurt and believe me." The professor pushed in the syringe into John's arm. He yelled in pain, but instead of only screaming he also sang. "Nothing's gonna change my world! Nothing's change my world!" And then he gave a message to me with his last words. "Paul! Run! Escape and tell Brian. At least save your life. I lo..." But he couldn't finish because his body already changed. Paul's eyes got bigger as he saw John's disturbing transformation and the smile of the professor. On John's face crazy eyes appeared and his face now had so many eyes everywhere. John's hands turned in fins and his legs were welded together. Out of his mouth came huge tusks and his glassed dropped on the ground. Paul had to close his eyes and cover his moth. He couldn't take anymore of this horrible transformation and the evil laughter. His body was shaking in panic. John's scream got more and more inhuman and the laughter went louder. Tear ran down Paul's checks.

And then everything was quiet. Deadly quiet. Paul didn't wanted to open his eyes. The one who broke the silence was the professor. "It worked! We toke all his humanity and turned him into a deadly killing machine." "And now?" "And now we kill this little big nosed Beatle." "Oh, yeah. His blood smells so delicious." They went and left their new made monster behind. It had brocken the chains. Paul heard that the door was looked. Shit now he was looked inside here. He toke the risk and watched trough the hole again. His jar dropped. John was gone. Instead a huge and monstrous looking walrus with lots of eyes in his face was inspecting the room. Paul knew that this was John, but he probably couldn't remember. The walrus was getting more and more angry and started to destroy things with his horrible (Stoßzähnen). Paul started to cry. They had killed his John and turned him into a killer weapon. Paul though a while in panic. It wouldn't toke much longer till the walrus would destroy the shelf and kill Paul. What should he do?

That was when Paul noticed something in the eyes of the walrus. The thing couldn't see anything it was probably nearly blind as John always was when he didn't wear his glasses. Paul knew this would be his death, but it was his only chance to escape. As the walrus was busy destroying the chains, he sneaked out of his hideaway. Paul ran to the glasses and hold them tight. The monster walrus turned around. Paul was freeze in his movement. His body was shaking even more now. "John. It's me Paul. Paul McCartney, your friend. We are friends.", Paul said slowly like he would talk to a litte kid that only learned how to speak. But John couldn't remember and rushed to Paul. "Stop!", Paul screamed. "I got your glasses!" Paul lifted them up. The walrus looked at them. "You need them to see." But he didn't seem to get it and the monster just dropped Paul easily to the ground. The heavy walrus mad Paul choke and he couldn't breath. He immediately placed the glasses John's face. But the monster had already pushed him away. So Paul was thrown against the metal shelf. His head started to hurt and his felt warm liquid running down his back head. The walrus was still confused to see something at last trough two eyes by now. That he stated to attack Paul agin. This time he pushed his tusk into Paul's leg. Paul yelled in pain, but tried to keep. It down to not show that he was still down here. "John! I'm Paul! Your Paulie. Princess. I want to help you. I'm not your enemy. I love you, Johnny! Don't hurt your little bunny princess." The walrus stoped and pulled out his now blood filled tusk out of Paul's leg. The blood rushed out unstoppable.

But Paul had awoke a little hope in the monster. It tangled his head and saw something in Paul. The walrus didn't know what this feeling was, but this boy seemed to nice. "Hi, Johnny are you back?", Paul said weakly. The walrus barked and started to tape on my leg. Gently I touched the walruses brown skin, which had the colour of John's normal hair. It felt so hard. Almost like stone. "I love you, John.", Paul sighted. The walrus had released what it had done. It didn't know what this human was but he liked this human. This human was nice. Nice human. Paul. Sounded nice in the ears of a walrus. As well as the word love. "Aul", the walrus try to growl. "One day you look to see I have gone. But tomorrow my rain so I will follow the sun. And now my time has come and so my love I must go. Although I lose a friend in the end you will know." With this last word Paul sang, he passed out. Too much red liquid had ran out of his body.

While Paul was dying Ringo ran for his life. He ran as fast as he could, but this castle was just too huge. Behind him he heard the noice of a blood dripping George, who was really into a blood rush. Ringo rushed into a room. He couldn't get to the front door so he just jumped trough a window and ran around in the garden to find an escape. He passed the flowers and made the one mistake. He turned around. George was standing in the window and he looked very brutally and not even a bit like George. Well it was George, but blood dripped down his lips and his teeth looked like knifes. His eyes where red and he had a creepy smile on his face. He licked his lips and started running. Ringo screamed in panic and ran away. Sadly that's why he didn't notice a rank and dropped on the ground. On luckily he even landed in a rose bush. Roses that were like George. They might be pretty, but also have sharply thorns, which destroyed Ringo's cloth. He tried to catch himself and closed his eyes, but still his faces got some scratches as well as his hands and arms. Bleeding right in front of a vampire in a blood rush who was already trilled by the smell of your is indeed not the cleverstes thing. Helpless Ringo stretched his arms and ducked down. He was shaking. He was crying. He was fearing. "George, please. Have mercy! I'm your friend." George or the vampire that just looked like George couldn't understand. He saw his bagging rather amusingly. It was a bit like playing with your food for him. George made small and slow steps to Ringo, who couldn't stand up. He was trapped between the roses and George came closer while tangling his head creepily. Ringo opened his eyes and desperately searched for an answer. Ringo found the death head of a beautiful rose, that he must have ripped from the body as Ringo had been falling down. He grabbed the white rose, that was coloured by Ringo's red blood. Ringo looked up to the vampire, that was now right above him and gave him the flower. "George loves flowers. George loves the nature. Maybe he remembers this." "No, he doesn't." The wrong George started to lick the blood from the rose. "But I love George. I love the real George. The George that cares for his environment. The George that is helpful, talented and friendly. I can't see auras like you, but I know that yours still is like his. Gentle and careful and full of love. George is something." George eyes widened and turned brown again. "Rin...go.", he stuttered. It was really hard for him to talk, because the monster inside of him wanted Ringo's blood so bad. Ringo's eyes filled with tears. "George?", eh wanted to stand up. "Don't come closer. I can hold this for very long." He gave Ringo the rose back. "Ran, ran somewhere where I can't find you. Take the flower and rub it over your wounds. It will heal the pain." "I won't leave you behind." "I'm not myself anymore. I don't think I will every be again and now run!" George yelled in pain. Ringo jumped up and couldn't move. He wanted to help George. But he couldn't. He held the flower in his hand close to his breast. George's eyes already turned more red again. Ringo risked his life and just ran to George. He gave him a little kiss on the cheek and felt how George's tear dropped down on Ringo's lip. But then Ringo turned around and ran away as fast he could. He could hear George screaming. His scream was now more inhuman. Ringo heard Paul screaming and he heard the screams of a walrus, but he ran. He ran without a pause. He knew it was too late for his friends. Although he didn't wanted to believe it.

[fisgon-fisgon]

there's something about flowers and them belonging behind your lovers ear

#like for real when i love someone all i wanna do is softly move your hair and leave the flower behind your ear #cause people wearing flowers behind their ears is the most beautiful thing #or in their hair #just flowers and people #although sometimes i feel sad about grabbing flowers but still #maybe a flower that was on the grass after falling #and the way they look at you when you do that with the flower - omg that's the most beautiful look anyone can give you #i love it so much #anyways #late thoughts #sapphic #words

[books-and-catears]

Welp, since I’m a regular now; I’mma just park my chair here and spin the idea wheel. And so the idea wheel has decided!

Let’s have the Brothers and Undatables react to MC just barging in unexpectedly while they’re busy doing whatever. Everyone’s just vibing together at Diavolo’s talking about things, playing games, and all dat jazz and suddenly MC comes in with a blank face before they get a sad expression (they’re this close 👌🏾 to having a breakdown, it’s so sad).

MC:....Can I have a hug? 🥺 *says weakly as they were seconds away from crying*

Bby needs comfort! (Let’s just say they recently lost a loved one and they want some affection)

My first ever regular. You have no idea how much I cherish you. Thank you for the funniest and angstiest asks ever. This hits too close to home. I've lost two very close people to disease and suicide in the last few years and the feeling is horrible. So this might end up being a bit self indulgent... apologies.

Please if any of your friends seem not okay, check up on them regularly. Even the adults in your life. And most importantly check up on yourself. Take care okay?

I will do my best to do this justice too. Sorry if it's a little late college and extra classes are a pain sometimes.

It was not news you were prepared to receive. Not that day. It was supposed to be a day of celebration.

Lord Diavolo had announced a small party just for Council and the exchange students. Asmo had taken hours to get you ready. Everyone was excited and in good spirits, clinking their glasses and cheering for a joyous reunion. There was music, dancing and laughter so loud, it felt like it was echoing all across Devildom.

And yet here you were in the bathroom, bent over a sink, staring at yourself in disbelief. You had received horrible news from the human world.

A last message an old friend had left for you.

"Hey MC, thanks for being kind to me. Although we have a long and sweet history, it felt good to reconnect and feel wanted in my last few days. Thanks for the last hug, MC. It was the best one I've ever had."

What kind of bittersweet message was this? What was the point of making them feel wanted if they still left anyway?

No you must keep your composure, you think. The laughter keeps echoing louder. While internal screams creep up your throat. You have to go back before they start worrying about you.

The doors to the ballroom feel heavy as you push through. "Hey look! MC's back! Now we-- MC...?"

You don't know what face you were making, but everyone went quiet. Some looked horrified, some worried and some panicked. You felt your head go dizzy with the pain, tears stinging the corners it your eyes.

Looking directly at one of them, you croaked out the first thing that came into mind.

"C-could I have a hug?"

Lucifer

This man isn't a hugger. But for you he'd make an exception every day.

Especially when you asked for it so desperately.

Walk up to you swiftly, holding the back of your head and pressing it to his chest, while his other arm wraps around you.

"Would you prefer to spend some time in private?" He whispers as you break into soft sobs in his arms and nod.

"Excuse us. We'll be back shortly. Anyone who follows us will face consequences. MC needs some time alone." He calls out to the rest and whisks you away to his room.

Makes you sit in his lap as he cradles you while you cry. Keeps telling you it's not your fault and you tried your best.

Mammon

Someone save this boy, he is a mess himself.

He feels guilty already. He can't stand to see you this way. What couldn't he protect you from??

Aren't you the one who rushes to give people hugs?

He returns the favour. Sprinting towards you and engulfing you instantly in his arms.

He feels your shaky breath as you cling on to him and goes bezerk.

"Oi. I'm taking MC home." It's the most serious he has ever been.

Doesn't hesitate to bring out his wings and fly you home as soon as possible. He cups your face as you cry, his fingers wiping down each tear. His eyes are pained looking at you like this, it wasn't even your fault. You tried till the end didn't you?

Leviathan

This man's protective trigger has been switched. Who dare be the cause of this?

You're his cheery best friend. He simply won't stand to see you like this.

Runs towards you and hugs you as tight as he can, like you've done for him so many times. Embarassment be damned.

You asked for a hug, he will definitely give you one. You grab onto his jacket with trembling fingers and lean into him.

"MC would you like to go home ?" He asks softly, patting your head. You nod softly.

Takes you home as fast as possible, and lays you down in his tub. When start crying violently he starts to tear up alongside you. Losing a friend isn't easy afterall.

Satan

His first instinct was violence. His fist tightening, about to murder whoever did this to you.

But the moment you raised your arms, asking for a hug in that small voice, it was like looking at a helpless kitten in pain.

Another one who sprints towards you to hold you close. His hug feels gentle yet urgent at the same time.

He cupped your cheek, and stared as your eyes grew misty. "Don't worry we're getting out this instant." Slammed the doors behind him as he left. A subtle message to leave them be.

He took you to common room, near the fireplace to warm you up, one of his arms always around you, as you wailed and choked on your tears. He presses kisses on your head too and tells you how kind you were. You did your part. You weren't responsible for someone else's actions.

Asmodeus

He is gasping and tearing up at the sight of you. Oh you poor thing who dare hurt you?!

How could he ever say no to your hugs? Especially now when you needed him most?

He comes at you with such speed that you both almost topple over. He rubs your back and arms trying to calm you down with his touch as he hugs you.

"Would you like to be alone with me MC?" The moment you nod, his wings are out and you're soaring through the air until you find yourself in his bath.

You lean against him and cry your heart out, he holds you from behind, pressing kisses on your head whispering it's okay.

Beelzebub

Baby boy is heartbroken. Why do you look like that? Where are you hurt?

He immediately hates that look on your face. He must do something to fix it immediately.

Runs and lifts you up in his arms and holds you so close to himself, his arms providing endless protection.

"MC will food make it better?" You shake your head so he takes off. He doesn't care about the feast he missed, he just wants you to be okay.

Flies you into his room and gives you plushies to hold onto while he gets you all your favourite food. Will hold you tight as you sob into his chest and will feed you later on cause he knows how exhausting crying can be.

Belphegor

He knows that face. And he knows the pain behind it. And now he's feeling it too.

Who did this? Who dared? Tell him their name and they're gone.

A hug, huh? He's ready to give you much more than that if you ask.

Walks towards you and wraps you up in his jacket and then his arms. His hug is so warm and soft you could fall asleep right there.

"Let's go lie down together." He will take you home and put you down in his bed, bundled up in his blanket, his soft pillow under your head. Pulls you flush against him as you sob and scream into his pillow.

Solomon

He is human. Of course he knows the face of ultimate pain. He's been through it so many times he's made himself immune.

But he wasn't immune to yours. Your ever smiling face - that was what he liked. This irked him, made him restless.

He's next to you in the blink of an eye, wrapping his arms around you, cloak and all, his mouth pressing down on your head.

"Let's take it to the sky shall we? Don't worry I've got you." He says softly. You nod, your fingers grasping at his shirt.

And in mere seconds you are soaring above the clouds, the gentle air cooling your burning heart as you cry into the wind. He holds you close and whispering to make you feel better.

Diavolo

He has seen this face only once before. When Lucifer came to him Lilith dying in his arms.

He saw the look on yours and he was determined to help you however he could. And if it started with a hug so be it.

Takes big strides and hoists you up in his arms, as you wrap your shaking arms around his neck and press your face into his jacket.

"The party is over. MC shall stay with me tonight I'll send them back when they feel better." Gone was his usual cheery tone. He seemed distraught, angry almost.

Took you to his bedroom and laid you down softly, still holding onto you tightly, keeping you from falling apart as you sob into his arms. Takes the next days off to be next to you.

Simeon

His emotions mirror your own. Seeing you in such pain, makes him feel the same.

His heart is breaking seeing you this way. He can't hold you fast enough.

He swiftly runs to hold your hands first. He feels them tremble in his own and he wraps himself around Immediately, cradling your head delicately.

"Let's get you away. You'd like that won't you?" He says running his fingers through your hair. You let you a breathy yes and he's off.

You land in Purgatory hall, curled up into him on the couch, freshly brewed flower tea on the table. He holds you close as you cry into his arms. Tells you that your friend is in a better place because you healed their soul before they left.

Barbatos

You made the usually composed demon crack. Even if for a moment, he felt the need to do something extreme.

What was causing you this much discomfort? He was ready to eliminate it.

A mere hug? Is that what would make you feel better? He is ready to deliver.

He's there before you know it, holding you like delicate royalty. You could crumble at how soft he was for you.

"Would you prefer somwhere more quiet?" He asks. You only need to nod once and he's already sweeping you off your feet and into his chambers. Picks the most calming teas for you as he sits by your side holding your hand.

Luke

He knew the demons were no good. Of course it was a matter of time before MC got hurt again.

He was about to cry looking at you, ready to throw hands at the whoever caused this.

A hug? A hug will help? YES OF COURSE.

He flies straight into, wrapping his little arms around your neck. Like a baby brother comforting a distraught older sibling.

"Come on MC! Let's get away from here!" He says and flies you off to purgatory hall. He brings you to the kitchen and starts whipping up your favourite desserts to cheer you up.

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[miraculous-trinity-leo]

Whacky Gotham, Goofy New York, and Chaotic Paris.

(part 1) (part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Chapter 1: Genius Little Ladybug

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It all started when Sabine Cheng and her parents moved from China to America, where she met a rich boy named Tony, they weren't the best of friends at first, but they would always get into crazy shenanigans because of Tony. Sabine always finding a way to get them out of it. After a while they were practically inseparable, they had each others backs, both in the good times, and the bad.

So when Tony lost both his mother and father in a tragic car accident, and had to take over his parents company, she was there to try and ease the pain. It helped a little, but the boy changed and blocked out many people, only keeping a select few close to him. His personality changed, and he started to act differently, it saddened Sabine, but she knew it was his way of coping with his lose.

She would oftentimes find him crying silently in his office. When Tony opened a branch in Paris France, he was paranoid something would go wrong when he wasn't there, so he had Sabine become a sort of co-CEO for the Paris branch. Over the many years of her being a sibling-in-everything-but-blood to Tony, her intelligence was much higher than everyone in the company, other than said boy.

She moved to Paris not long after, always keeping an eye on both the Paris branch and Tony ( because god knows what would happen if she didn't do so). She even met a baker named Tom Dupain. Eventually dating, and marrying him. Tony wasn't the most eager when he heard of Tom, but he accepted him as family (not because if he didn't Sabine would knock some sense into him). He practically exploded with excitement when he heard we would be an uncle a few years after Sabine's wedding.

Tony was there in the waiting room with Tom, when Sabine was having the child ( Tony denies not having a mini heart attack when the nurse came in). Both men looked at the beautiful child through the glass. Tony was put to tears when he read her name "Maria Dupain-Cheng" and was comforted by a teary Tom.

When Maria was 9 months old, her Uncle Tony came to spend time with her, and talk business with Sabine. None of them expected Maria to crawl her way into their conversation and say "Uncle Tony" in the sweetest most adorable laugh both adults had ever heard. Tony had a massive grin on his face, and gave Maria a big hug and lots of kisses saying " I knew i was your favorite hahaha, and you're only 9 months old. Sabine I think we got a little genius on our hands." Sabine was just as happy and told Tom to hurry and grab the camera.

"Come on say it one more time my dear Maria, show your papa who your favorite adult is" Tony said with a very wide grin.

Maria giggled at her uncle's happiness, clapping her hands. "Uncle Tony, Uncle Tony" Tom just smiled giving his baby girl a kiss and handing Tony 10 Euros.

Tony continued to visit his little genius niece over the years. Maria ended up getting the best education a kid could get, becuase his logic was " If she is a genius (which she is) then she is going to have the best education money can buy, for nothing is to much for my Little Genius Maria!" and with that she could officially be called the smartest kid in all of Paris... heck probably in all of Europe even! So when she gained a passion for fashion at 4, Tony didn't hesitate to get her, her very first (kid friendly) sewing set. By the time Maria was 5 she already knew how to speak and write in French, English, Spanish, Russian, and is learning Mandarin.

Maria had met Chloé when they were both 6, although they weren't really friends, they were polite to each other, which surprised a lot of the other kids their age. She had met Alix a few months later. She spent a lot of the time she wasn't studying with her friends, Alix would get in trouble with another kid on the playground, Chloé would criticise the other kid, and Maria would talk to Alix and then apologize to the other kid. Overall, they had a good dynamic going on, and they (as 7 year olds) promised to always have each others backs to the very end.

When Maria was 3½ months away from her 9th birthday, Tony was kidnapped. Maria just broke down, she wanted to help her Uncle, but she didn't know where he was or how she could help if she did. For three months Maria would only speak to Chloé and Alix (they were kinda shocked to find out she was related to THE Tony Stark). A few days before her birthday, Tony came to their home, with rolls of fabric, flowers, and 'I'm sorry cards'. Maria jumped into his arms crying asking what happened, and "If you're the smartest man on the Earth, why the Heck did it take you so long? How did you get out? Are any of your vital organs hurts? Do you need to go to the Hospital? An-"

"Hey slow down My Little Genius Maria, I'm ok. 1, They didn't really give me much to work with at first, and there is only so much a genius like myself can do with so little resources, and time before your Birthday. 2, I made an anime mecha suit and flew out guns a blazing. 3, Nothing I can't live without. and 4, No because I'm spending the week with you lot before a conference I have in about 10 days." He said while holding his small little genius  in his arms.

Wiping away the tears she looked her Uncle in the eyes "Wait, you 'made an anime mecha suit and flew out guns a blazing?' How does it work? what's its power source? And why do you have a weird glowing device in your chest?!" He had a lot of explaining to do.

That week, in her words was 'The best week of her life.' She was really happy for the first time since the Tony-napping happened, although she was sad he had to go, she knew  he was safe, and that she didn't have to worry (as much) now.

When Maria was 13, both Tony and Sabine decided to have her go to public school with her friends. After hearing this Maria called for a meeting, her two commanders (Alix and Chloé) came for the meeting, and had a talk on how she should go about her first day of public school, asking questions like 'How do non-homeschooled kids act? What are their personalities like? What interests do they have? Are some barbaric like Alix is sometimes? Will they like me? Am I allowed to talk to Chloé in or only out of class? What are the seating arrangements? Who do I sit next to?' the list goes on. They were all excited to finally all be in the same study environment, now all they had to do was wait for their first day.

•~—~—~—~—~—~—~•

The night before her first day Maria may or may not have slept well due to her excitement, she woke up a little later than she ever would have preferred, getting breakfast, her clothes, the 'greeting sweets' (as Alix called them) and heading out in a slight panic.

On her way out she noticed an elderly man with a cain crossing the street, and a car coming a little faster than what was allowed, she pulled the man out of the cars way without losing any of the sweets, after making sure the man was ok, she gave him a sweet before saying good day and heading over to school. She never noticed the man walking away without the use of his cain.

She still got to class on time, when her teacher walked in she greeted everyone in the class "Bonjour, je m'appelle Maria Dupain-Cheng, c'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer! (Hello, my name in Maria Dupain-Cheng, it is a pleasure to meet you!)" after the introductions she sat down in the empty seat next to Alix, both giving a fist bump, and a smile to Chloé, who looked away as if she didn't care (the girl had an image to keep after all). When class was over she handed out the sweets and went with her friends to lunch. During lunch, one of the other students from a different class was mocking one of their classmates that Maria remembered as Ivan, for having a crush on Mylène and not saying how he really feels to her. Ivan ran off into one of the locker rooms, and Maria decided to go and comfort him, she explained that she overheard what happened and that he should try and tell Mylène about his feelings, listing many different things he could do or say, and that he should stay positive.

Ivan thanked Maria afterwards and went off to write a song for Mylène. Ivan later showed Mylène the song he wrote for her, but was teased by other students near them, Ivan ran away not wanting to be embarrassed more.

Back in the classroom Alix and Maria are sitting and talking when everyone hears crashing and screams outside, the class looked out to see a giant rock thing destroying everything  on its way to the school. The teachers sent the kids home in an attempt to keep them safe.

When Maria got home she noticed a small box with writing she didn't recognize, she carefully opened it, instantly releasing a glow of bright red-ish pink light.

"Greetings Maria Dupain-Cheng, I am Tikki, the Ladybug Kwami of creation and good Luck, it is a pleasure to meet you." Maria couldn't believe her eyes "Mon dieu..." was all she could say, before going full interrogation mode "You're a Kwami? What is that? How are you floating like that? How am I able to understand you? Do you have some sort of ability to communicate in any language?How did you fit in this box? w-"

"There is no time, Paris needs you! I can only explain the powers I grant and how to use them, so please listen carefully."

•~—~—~—~—~—~—~•

Soon Maria was running in a red suit with black spots and amor. She ended up facing the 'akuma' as Tikki called it in a stadium, meeting her partner (a blonde furry she decided) for the first time.

"Bonjour m'lady, so what's the plan to take this thing down?"

Without hesitation she explained her plan " The plan is for you to have your Cataclysm ready, I'll give you a signal when it's your-"

"Cataclysm!"  The boy proceeded to use his ONE attack on a GOAL POST!

"I said to wait for a SIGNAL! Now you only have five minutes before you power-off."

"Oops" The blonde was really wasting her more useful braincells. After the boy was thrown out of the stadium, Maria was left to fend for herself, and she did really well, considering this was her first non(but sort of) official villain fight, up until she lost her footing and was knocked into the side of the stadium. The akuma was gone before she could get back, more and more people were turned to stone, but it showed just where Stoneheart was heading.

She arrived at the Eiffel Tower, where blonde was fighting stone people, he just managed to get away and actually listened to the plan this time.

They defeated Stoneheart, Maria gave her speech to the villain, and did a fist bump (though at this point Maria just wanted to get some sleep), when a reporter came to interview them.

"What are your names, and where did you come from?"

"My name's Chat Noir an-"

"Ladybug, and we're hear to protect Paris from Moth-Man, as much as we would love to give you a bit more details, we don't have much time at the moment" right on que their Miraculous' beeped signalling they had 2 minutes left " Stay safe, and positive, Bug-Out. "

•~—~—~—~—~—~—~•

"Well done Maria!"

"Thanks Tikki." and with that Maria went downstairs to get something to eat, when she saw her parents watching the news.

"Earlier today Paris gained a villain and two heroes: Ladybug, and Chat Noir. Many of our viewers submitted pictures and videos, but only one of Ladybug came out clear."

"Thank you Ladybug and Chat Noir for protecting us, bonne journée à Paris."

.................

"Maria you're taking self-defense classes starting tomorrow" Sabine spoke, though Maria didn't have any complaints, plus it'll help when fighting akumas so it's a win win.

"Yes maman."

•~~~~~later in Maria's room~~~~~•

"Ok, so you're basically goddess of creation personified into a cute little Ladybug creature?"

"Kwami, but yes."

"And you've existed since basically the Big Bang?"

"Correct."

"... how are you able to float like that? How are we able to talk without any ancient god language in the way? And what other kinds of um kwamis are there?"

"I float with magic. Yes their is a language only for the Kwami, but we've learned every other language in existence, so there would never be an issue with communication. And to your last question, there are many different kinds of Miraculi all over the world, some even across the universe, so I am unable to list every single one in existence, but there are just as many Miraculi out there as there are starts in the sky."

"Impressive... does that mean I could learn magic?"

"As a human you are limited to what you can do with magic, but you have a strong creation soul. So yes it is possible for you to learn basic magic, I can teach you some life magic to help you heal quicker if you get hurt outside the suit. You can also learn other types of basic magic based on what Miraculous you are most aligned to. Surprisingly you have a close affinity to most of my brothers and sisters that are here in Paris."

"Are they in the hands of other Miraculous users?"

"... aside from Chat Noir, only two: one belongs to the Guardian, and the other to Hawkmoth."

"What are their names?"

"...Wayzz is Kwami of Protection, and is the partner of the Guardian. The other is Nooroo Kwami of Transmission, Hawkmoths Kwami.

"Ok, so then I assume the 'Guardian' is who you were with until now, right?"

"That is correct."

"And how was I chosen exactly?"

"The Guardian chose you because he saw your kindness in action, and sensed your strong Creation Soul, he has only ever been wrong once, but I can tell you will be a great Ladybug, maybe even one of the few who achieved a higher sence of life."

"... I feel like you kind of described a Sage, also how would he have seen an act of kindness, I mean, I got my things, went out helped an older man with a cain, wait."Maria squinted her eyes at Tikki as if looking for something.

"The elderly man's the Guardian isn't he?"

"..."

"I get it, you don't have to tell me, it's all apart of the 'plot' like some show, I get it. Welp, good night Tikki, have to get up early tomorrow."

"Good night Maria." Tikki never messed up so badly before, then again she never had a user with such a strong Creation Soul before either... Maria is something special.

•~—~—~—~—~—~—~•

And Tikki was right, she excelled at Life Magic, learning a fair bit of healing, luck and slight plant manipulation and communication magic. Tikki wasn't sure if she should be proud of her Bug, or scared at her fast learning skills.

A few weeks passed and Maria was thankful for the self-defense classes, she even started doing her own training routine with Tikki guiding her. She didn't like that her partner was a flirt, it got distracting and almost got Chat killed a few times. She often wondered 'what the hell did I do in my past life to get a partner like this?'

•~—~—~—~—~—~—~•

Tony Stark was called by Sabine to meet her earlier than they had planned, she informed him that Paris now has a villain and two heroes.

"Ok, so what's the problem? We agreed to put Maria in self-defense classes so she would be safe... is it a boy?! Don't tell me it's a boy, she's to young to be dating!"

"It's not about a boy."

"Then what is this about?"

"She's Ladybug, *sigh* I swear she gets it from you Tony. She learned it from your dumb@ss, and it didn't help the need to protect people she loves when you got kidnapped. I need you to teach her how to be a good hero, good combat strategist, and to give her your support. She already has a tactical mind, I'm proud in a way that she shares your bravery."

"Ffffffffudge... ok, where is she?"

"Upstairs."

•~—~—~—~—~—~—~•

After a slightly awkward conversation Maria started to get even more training, and became a pretty much badass on the field, she incorporated the known fighting styles of: Black Widow (her favorite hero), Captain America, Deadpool (favorite hero to some degree), Daredevil, Wolverine, and some moves from famous villains like, Kraven The Hunter, Red Skull, Doctor Doom, Scorpion, Shocker, and Taskmaster ( her favorite villain). And she used ALL of those skills in battle, it was damn impressive to watch, and then Sabine had a talk with Tony.

〜(꒪꒳꒪)〜Bonus〜(꒪꒳꒪)〜

"Ok Tony wtf? I asked you to teach her how to fight for protection when she's out there, But you turned her into a complete badass, I mean none of the akumas have lasted more than 10 minutes with her! I want to hug you and kick your @ss at the same time."

" Sorry not sorry Sabine, but she is our Genius Little Ladybug after all."

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[husbandohunter]

Windblume Memories [Genshin Impact]

Synopsis: “The annual Windblume festival held in the name of romance and freedom! Why not celebrate it with your lover?”

Characters: Kaeya, Diluc

(A/N): A self-indulgent headcanon because Mihoyo has yet to give us more moments with our husbandos. Just imagining them having fun and enjoying, mah heart~~ And no Mihoyo, if you bother giving us their quotes why can’t you just give us a hangout already (cri cri)

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{Diluc}

“I do know how to play music. Is it so strange?"

• As the most eligible (former)bachelor of Mondstadt, it wouldn't be a surprise if he actually knew the ways of an instrument. But here you were, comepletely awestruck while looking expectantly at your fiance.

• "Diluc you're so perfect I love you!" -you probably

• Back in the days when he took his etiquette lessons, Diluc also learned how to play the violin as well as the piano but the lyre was a traditional instrument of Mondstadt so he focused on that the most.

• His repitoire would lean more to the soft and solemn pieces. (Like his soundtracks HA)

• Diluc is quite shy when you ask him to give you a performance but the way you just plead, he can't say no

• If you don't know how to play an instrument, he'll be more than glad to help you. He's an excellent teacher due to the vast amount of patience he has (thought can't really say the same for other people) and could spend hours elaborating on the same place you've been stuck at.

"Why is this song so slooooow?"

"You're being too hasty, love."

• You're worried if he's bored but Diluc reassures that he isn't. Seldom does he have the opportunity to spend time with you like this so he makes sure to treasure every moment (Even when you're about to break the goddam lyre out of frustration).

• But when you do manage to make it to the end after several attempts, albeit still terrible, there would be the stupidest fat grin on your face while chanting, "I did it! I did it!"

• And he'd praise you as a soft expression graces his features, "You certainly did."

• Soft man I cri

"It takes a long period of training to become a battle-ready archer. These games are only enough to pass the time."

• "No Diluc, I brought you here to have fun not to have this as a training session."

• This man can do pretty much ANYTHING and literally win you any prize. You want that stuffed toy? Consider it taken.

• Perhaps the activities weren't challenging enough. Whether it'd be wind gliding or the peculiar wonderland house, he's got the reflexes for it all.

• Since Diluc is so battle oriented, he treats the games as such. You call him a worry wart after falling into the pit just because you steped on the wrong stone: "Diluc I’m fine. Its just a game." He’ll grab you out of pure instinct and apologize shortly after when you pout at him

• Eventually Diluc learns to loosen up while still keeping an eye at your stance. You figured it would probably be best if you two stuck with something more light and carefree. In a nutshell, anything but the peculiar wonderland house.

• At the end of the day, the two of you are exhausted from all that workout. While closing up Angel's Share after a long night, Diluc catches you falling asleep at the front bar and gently drapes his coat over your shoulders.

• His initial plan was to wake you up since the ideal place to sleep would be the Dawn Winery but Diluc didn't have the heart to wake you up. He simply sits on the stool beside you while leaning down to memorize your serene look, thankful to have been able to experience what it's like to live in a city of freedom again.

{Kaeya}

"Oh dear, is this what they call a height advantage? I suppose I can go a little easy on you all to make things a bit more exciting."

• You gave him that look where you weren't quite sure if he was lying or telling the truth. Could the Cavalry Captain be afraid of heights? You'll never know.

• So regardless, you guys decided to fly together which at first was meant to be a competition of who can collect the most flowers. You managed to land safely with the highest score while your boyfriend was still behind, trying to avoid the dusty balloons.

"Seems like I went a little too easy on you," he jests. You roll your eyes.

"Alright, let's go for another round then."

• This time you had a different idea. Just a few seconds before the game started, you took him by the hand and jumped straight off the platform. The whole time as the two of you were soaring through the air, you held him tight.

• "Now it shouldn't be so scary anymore!"

• The surprised expression he had lasted for a moment before melting into a smile, "How very cunning of you, darling."

• Your security gave him the chance to admire the scenery from the skies, it was a breathtaking view. How your hair whips beautifully against the wind and your pink-tainted cheeks from the cold, breathtaking.

• Though, holding the other meant you had to collect the flowers with one hand and one arm which proved to be very unproductive. Even once the both of you landed within the garland of windwheel asters, Kaeya was still holding your hand.

• Kaeya often treats fearful situations as thrilling experiences but the outcome in the end turned out to be more favourable than he had initially planned it to be. Though if you’re a novice windglider beware, this man will let you go at random times just so he can see your reactions. 

"What an interesting diversion. Since everyone's in high spirits, it would truly be a shame if I didn't pitch in a little!"

• You were extremely curious of Kaeya's musical skills since his nature tends to lean towards the frivolous side. Unexpectedly, his tunes and playing style sounded melancholic as well. Most likely due to the fact of growing up in the Ragnvindr household.

• Since he hangs out at the bars during late nights quite often, Kaeya would know how to play a few tunes he picked up along the way. He would love to give you a full on performance! Anything for his sweetheart~ Though keep staring and you might find him teasing you about it after.

• Honestly Kaeya also makes an excellent teacher. His way of wording makes everything so easy to understand which is helpful to avoid silly mistakes. He teaches you very simple lyre pieces, brushing his fingers over yours every once in a while to help you adjust the right position.

• You think he's doing this on purpose to get you bothered but Kaeya simply feigns ignorance.

• But if you do know how to play a lyre, it would be a session where both of you share your songs. Out of all of them, there was one song that stuck out the most:

You felt a sense of longing in the tune Kaeya played. Far too slow to match the upbeat atmosphere of Mondstadt during the day and not as romantic as it would be during the night. Instead, it seemed to reflect the emotion of sadness, like hands reaching to a far away land which turned out to be nothing but a mirage.

"Where did you learn that piece? I never heard it before," you comment shortly after he finished.

Kaeya hums playfully while shooting a grin to match, "I composed it myself."

"Is that so?" You learned to not take everything at face value when talking to your lover, "Then where did you draw your inspiration from. It doesn't seem like you'd create it on a whim when your expertise lies in swordsmanship."

"Aha just when did you become so keen sweetheart?"

"Since I started dating you."

"Touche."

There would be a momentary pause and during times like these, it was easy to tell that the subject was related to his homeland. Kaeya always found it hard to bring up the topic, even before he met Crepus, music was one of the very last traces that tied his life to the scarce warms days of Khaenriah.

"What's the song called?"

Thankful that you changed the subject, Kaeya answers, "Frozen Dreams. At least, that is what I can remember."

"Frozen Dreams?" You pondered quietly, "I wonder what that title means."

"Do you like it that much?"

"Of course, that piece must be very important to you right? I would like to learn it," You pump your fists determinedly, I would like to learn about you as much as I can.

He looks at you, lips slightly parted at your genuine declaration. Although you may be tenacious when it came to his secrets, Kaeya did not doubt that it was also one of the quirks he loved about you most. With a small chuckle, he complies your request, “It would be my pleasure.”

Sometimes its best to leave the words unspoken. Perhaps another day when Kaeya feels ready to tell you everything, for now he will revel in the present where the intagible feelings of music and emotion do the speaking.

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[tyraj24]

     "The next time I catch you using a vibrator without my permission, your little pussy won't be able to cum anymore."

     Gojo Satoru is relentless when it comes to sex.

    Part of you wondered how he would go about his punishment while the other prays he would not follow through. Although he sometimes has the tendency to go overboard while fucking you senseless, the man cares deeply enough to give you a safe word.

    You had yet to use the word. Not because the sex was bad -oh my lord, it was far from it- but because he was saving you for the more extreme sessions. You had seen every single item he hid and was practically drooling at the sight of most. You were waiting patiently until you finally decided to disobey him. Whether that would be your downfall or your salvation is entirely up to the man that will ruin you.

    And today was his lucky day.

    You were home alone, bored out of your mind. Gojo was not supposed to be home until around six, him finishing up some last-minute reports for the school. He had told you an estimated time for his arrival, so you had deliberately planned this out.

    You snuck your way into Gojo's drawer that held the assortment of various vibrators. You chose your favorite of them all and climb your way up onto the shared bed. Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you sent a quick photo of yourself lying in bed with a pout, captioning it with 'Hurry, please.'

    Sending him suggestive photos would guarantee a reaction from your boyfriend. You knew he would try his hardest in finishing whatever work he had left. Albeit it might not be his best, it was always something he would turn in.

    Slowly removing your shirt showed your bare chest to the empty room. You played with the hardening buds until you felt a pool of your arousal in your underwear. Biting your lip, you slowly trailed a hand to your shorts, leaving goosebumps along your burning skin. You removed the shorts from your body in anticipation. When a slight breeze met the bareness of your wet core, a hiss escaped your lips.

    You began to palm yourself, your hips jutting up to meet the slow movement of your hand while the other was still playing with your breasts. You rubbed your entire palm against your pelvis, gliding your slick all over the area. You removed your hands from your breasts and grabbed the vibrator from beside you and turned it on.

    Smiling, you teased yourself by lightly rubbing the device on your inner thighs and above your clit. You moved your lower lips apart and gently raised the skin of your clit before placing the vibrating device directly on the sensitive nerve.

    Pleasure overwhelmed you; an unrecognizable sound escaped your parted lips. You instinctively pressed harder against the bundle of nerves as your legs began to visibly shake. A loud moan erupted from deep within you and was drawn out the longer you held on.

    An orgasm was approaching quickly. The sound of your arousal against the vibrations of your cunt was loud, but you could not hear it. Your vision was becoming blurred as tears formed in your eyes from too much pleasure invading your system. Your legs began to shake, and loud moans escaped you as the orgasm rippled through. You tried to catch your breath, but the bedroom door swung open.

    "So that one is your favorite?"

    Gojo came home earlier than expected.

    "Fuck! Satoru!" When you met his gaze, he looked extremely disappointed. His foot was tapping the floor and his arms were crossed over his chest, a scowl resting on his lips. His head was tilted downwards, his bright cerulean eyes looking at you above his sunglasses. His collarbones were shown underneath the white button up he had worn for the day; two buttons had already been undone before his arrival. It seemed like this scene had been staged.

    "Did you just fucking cum?"

    The vibrator was still on in your palm. You immediately turned it off before bringing it to your parted lips, eyes never leaving his as he continued to stare at you. He could not deny the tent in his pants nor the fact that he was jealous of a sex toy.

    When you slipped the device past your lips and sucked on it until the remnants of your climax were licked clean, the male before you could not help but groan. He licked his lips in anticipation before averting his gaze in between your thighs. Your orgasm was seeping out of your sensitive core and onto the mattress. The way your slick glistened under the lighting nearly had Gojo a horny mess. Nearly.

    He scoffed at your attempts in having him give in to his submissive side, "Not today, sweetheart."

    That was all he said before he sauntered his way towards you. He crawled his way onto the bed before spreading your legs, showing him your cunt. He licked his lips, relishing the sight in front of him before he ruined you. You continued to lick your essence off the toy, watching Gojo stare at your nude body. His hands began to caress your legs slowly before he yanked the device from your grasp. He tossed it beside him, as if saving it for later.

    Almost instantly, Gojo plunged three of his fingers into your wetness. You gasped at the pleasure from already feeling full. He began to pump slow before quickening his pace and curling his long fingers to hit that sweet spot inside of you. Your hand gripped his wrist, pushing him away from already feeling overwhelmed. But then, the all too familiar coil residing in you had snapped and you were pushed into another orgasm.

    Your head felt heavy from having yet another hard orgasm just mere minutes from each other. You tried to regain your breath, but Gojo would not let you.

    Two fingers were pushing back easily inside you, yet, this time, his thumb was running sloppy circles on your clit. You screamed out, back arching with fingers dug into the sheets. His pace quickened and he found a new angle, rutting his fingers in and up. Your chest was heaving and your tongue slipped past your lips, some drool following. Gojo's pace had your cunt clenching around him, screaming his name as you squirted on him.

    You finally had the chance to look up at him. Your eyes widened at the mess you made. He was still fully clothed, a grin on his glossy lips as he watched your pulsating hole aching to be filled.

    He finally stood and discarded his clothing before returning to his position. You could only comply as he flipped you into your stomach, reach for his blindfold on the nightstand before tying your wrists together and to the bed frame. You whimpered against the pillow he burrowed your face into. Now that your sense of sight and smell had been compromised, you could only rely on touches. And even then, Gojo knew you would squirm if he grazed your sensitive body.

    But he did not slam his cock into your cunt because he knew your senses were unbalanced. No, it was your punishment for cumming without him.

    The inaudible scream that escaped you had Gojo already on edge. He still has some ways to go, but the man was too invested in punishing you that the mere thought of cumming himself had not passed his mind.

    His hips were rutting into yours rhythmically almost instantly. The sound the two of your bodies made was music to his ears: the squelching of your sopping cunt had him riled up, the way your moans were quick and frequent, and not to mention the way the bed was on the verge of its own death by how much it was squeaking. He could not help but hum along.

    But you could barely comprehend any sound as they were going through one ear and the other. All you could think of was the way Gojo's cock fits perfectly inside you, mapped out your insides, hitting all the right spots as if he was the one who created you. You could not deny him in this state, the string of curses that came out as a moan did not help your case at all. You were too fucked out that you had not even realized another orgasm rippled straight past you.

    " 'm gonna make sure," Gojo slapped your ass once, "you never use," twice, "that fucking vibrator," three times, "ever again."

    All you could do was take it. Your ass cheeks stung by the impact of his hands, the red imprints already becoming visible. Suddenly, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled on the strands to lift your head from the pillows. His pace became impossibly faster at the new angle. He continually hit your G-spot, a loud 'Fuck' slipping past your salted, swollen lips before your tongue lolled out once more.

    However, Gojo flipped you over onto your back without pulling out of you. He only stopped for a split second to make sure you were comfortable before grabbing the vibrator from beside your limp body. He turned it on, staring into your dilated eyes with a confused expression on your face before placing the device directly on your swollen clit. Your body squirmed lazily, limbs trying to push the man and his sadistic antics away from your overly sensitive body.

    And to make matters even more sadistic, he continued his ruthless pace by rutting his hips straight into yours.  Gojo could not help but watch your sad attempts in moving away from him. You could only succumb to yet another powerful orgasm.

    But what Gojo did not know what that you had been crying the entire time, ever since your third climax. Your chest was heaving as you mumbled your safe word.

    "What is it, sweetheart? Speak up so I can hear you."

    Your voice was barely above a whisper when you spoke, hoarse from moaning too much. But when he did hear your broken voice, he completely halted his movements with wide eyes and a pale complexion, "Flower, Gojo."

    Flower.

    It was, quite literally, the only word that could make the strongest sorcerer stop in his tracks. He looked down at your sweaty body, eyes scanning your face to see the tear stains on your cheeks. Your eyes were closed and puffy, averting his gaze from embarrassment. He realized he had been too rough this time.

    He leaned down before pecking a slight kiss to your cheek. He mumbled a quick sorry before removing himself from you and getting up from the bed. He ran towards the bathroom, coming back to your unmoved body with a hot towel. He wiped you clean, along with the mess you had made on the bedsheets before crawling in bed beside you. Initially, you did not want to be near him.

    Your body was still twitching when he snuggled up beside you under the covers, pulling you into his warm embrace while whispering apologies to you. You continued to cry into his chest as he rubbed circles into your back.

    "I am so sorry, Y/N. I should have not taken it that far. Please let me-."

    "Gojo."

    "Yes?"

    "I love you, but you're sleeping on the couch tonight."

    "Yes ma'am."

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #gojo satoru #gojou satoru x reader #gojo smut #nsft

[honey-milk-depresso]

Meanie (Azul Ashengrotto x Reader) 8

Part 1,

part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8 (END)

The final chapter. Congratulations for surviving this long with my bullshit-

“Everyone, please place the flower we have given you in their coffin.”

The sunlight was shining brightly in the early morning of NRC’s campus, 

but no happiness was to be found.

Just yesterday, you have died.

And it took a moment for Azul to realize that you were truly gone.

Everyone in NRC lined up in a single file to pay their final respects to you, one by one placing their flower in your coffin.

When it came to Azul’s turn, he had to hold himself from crying. He felt as if you were watching him. If he cried, you’ll cry too, and he doesn’t want you to fully leave this world with sadness and guilt.

He looked at you. Even if you’re dead, you looked as beautiful as ever.

He grabbed your cold hands, and placed the flower in the middle of your chest, before he gently used your hands to cover the flower, as if you are holding it.

“I love you,” he whispered, “I hope you go to a safe place.” And he walked away.

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Azul walked back to Octavinelle with Jade and Floyd. They were silent. Yes, even Floyd stayed quiet.

The atmosphere was solemn.

Azul was solemn.

Never in his life have he came across death, let alone, someone he hold close to.

He used to love before.

He went back to his office alone and tilted his head up. Jade and Floyd went back to their rooms.

He’s not crying. He won’t cry for you.

Read it.

He heard something whisper.

“What..?”

The notebook.

He glanced to his right, the notebook labelled “ To Azul Ashengrotto”.

“Read it after they die,” Trey’s words echoed in his head as he recalls.

He grabbed the book.

To Azul Ashengrotto.

He stared at it, hesitantly flipping to the first page.

“I’m rewriting this from the accounts of Y/n, Azul. She asked for it. I hope you’re reading this.

- Trey Clover”

So Trey wrote this book for you to him.

“Azul and I were chilling at Monstro Lounge in the VIP room.

Lmao, he was soooo unlucky with his pulls, and had to answer all my questions and stuff. Apparently he thinks Idia is more handsome than Jade. Ooh~ 

I really loved the fact he wanted to spend time with me although he looks so done. I really appreciate it!”

He snorted. That was so you.

“Azul and I hanged out at the Rose Kingdom. I’m so glad Headmaster allowed me to hang out with him! Sometimes I feel like Headmaster is a dad. 

I had so much fun! Though, it’s kinda embarrassing that Azul spoilt me with so many gifts, and all I did was drag him around. I love the octopus plushie he won for me. It’s so chubby, soft and cute, just like him! 

He also bought me food from Trey’s awesome family bakery, and a really expensive pendent. I feel guilty, but I love it! It’s so pretty!”

He sighed. Really? Chubby?

“Headmaster told me I’m going to die in five months time. I’m really scared. I know I’ve joked about I feel like dying cuz of Professor Crewel’s homework, now facing with death, it feels really scary.

I have to tell everyone right? Headmaster told me he’ll tell my friends, that includes Azul. How would he feel? I don’t want him to feel sad..”

He flipped to the next page.

“Azul, Jade and Floyd came to visit me. Actually EVERYONE did! Even Leona and Idia! Can you believe it?? But I was so happy that Azul and the tweels came.

I rubbed my eyes so hard because I didn’t want them to see me cry. I was just so happy to see them!”

“Trey told me something. Well, an offered to do something for me. 

He knew I had a superrrr big crush on Azul, and he said I should tell him. I was so embarrassed at first, but I’m going to die soon, so I have to confess sooner or later right? 

He told me he’ll write a whole record of me of what I want to tell him, and then I can give it for him to read after I die.

Sounds like a good idea, but also kind of cruel. After I die????

What should I do?”

So that’s what you were talking about with him.

“I got to be discharged!

FINALLY OH MY SEVENSSSSS-

I CAN GET FRESH AIR BEFORE I DIE

DO YOU KNOW HOW BORING IT IS TO BE CHAINED TO A BED, DOING NOTHING UNTIL SOMEONE COMES TO VISIT???

PROFESSOR TREIN’S CLASS IS WAY BETTER-

Azul brought me around the entire campus, and to Octavinelle! And we played UNO! Although I lost a lot... But I’m happy I got to spend time with him and see everyone outside of the infirmary! ^^”

“I went to NRC’s Halloween Celebration!

IT. WAS. SO. COOL!!

There were like flying decorations and good food,

I got to see NRC become so lively and colorful! It was amazing!

Also I got to hang out with Azul and the tweels, and of course, everyone else!

I even got to be part of all the scaring and stuff at the Octavinelle’s scare house! heheheh~ 

I love the big finale, I wish it could last forever.”

“I made up my mind. 

I’m gonna ask Trey to help me write that book. I want Azul to have a piece of me even when I’m gone. I won’t leave him alone, and I’ll do everything in my power to do so.

If Trey is giving me the opportunity to do so, I’ll take it! Though, I should’ve done it from the beginning..”

“Azul kissed me. 

Oh my shit-

MMM I SHOULDN’T HAVE DRANK THE PLUM WINE HE GAVE ME BEFORE WE KISSED, I PROBABLY SMELT BAD-

BUT HE SAID HE LIKES IT??? WAS IT A GOOD CALL I DON’T KNOW-

But... I’m happy.. I got the courage to confess to him! On top of that, he said yes! I’m so happy I could cry..”

“I’m going to be giving the notebook to Trey. He’s gonna record it all down for me today. 

Azul, I hope you’re reading this. I want you to flip to the back. I asked Trey to attached something really important I want to share with you.”

He flipped to the back. There was a slip of paper folded, stapled to the page. It also held the pendent he bought for you. He grabbed it, and unfolded the paper.

“Azul, 

I’m writing this to you 5 months before I die. Crowley told me to tell everyone about my condition, but I wrote this for you specially.

Remember I told you in that truth or dare game?

“If I told you I was scared to die, what would you do?”

To tell you now, I’m still kind of scared. But I won’t show it! Pretending not being scared isn’t like lying.

Okay, but a practical thing, you could do anything you want with this book.

You can tear it up, throw it away, hide it or even show to everyone! Totally up to you!

I’m gonna be honest with you, I was and still jealous of you.

You were and are the picture perfect honor student of NRC. I haven’t been in NRC as long as you, but I’m just so jealous you manage to be so cool and flawless in everything you do! Well, maybe except for flying..

But still! You were and still are my role model! You always manage to amaze me! But not only that, you treated me like your best friend no matter what position you are! Maybe that’s why I fell for you, you didn’t show biasness towards me to become my friend. I hope you were genuine about our friendship!

But, I like the fact you actually sometimes don’t need other people to reflect about yourself, unlike me. I can’t reflect about me all by myself. If I were like you, maybe I could’ve been able to live entirely by myself, with my own unique worth and responsibilities. Of course, while still being friends with others!

But when it comes to self reflection, you are down to earth with yourself, you speak to yourself, and that’s very independent of you. Ever since you were little you were like that too, and that’s what made you hardworking and diligent!

I’ll end it right here, to tell you I love you. Ehehe~ Sorry it’s so sudden.

I love you, meanie.”

drip.

Pitter, patter, pitter, patter.

Slowly, Azul felt tears rolling down his face.

He broke. Except... that wasn’t true.

He’d been broken when he first heard you were about to die. He just kept strong for you, as you did for him.

He was so glad, he had spent his time with you.

You needed him. You felt like he’d done everything for you.

But now, you’re gone.

It was thanks to you, he never felt insecure about his past anymore. For the first time he met you, his really lived for the first time. He existed in this world.

“Thank you, y/n..” he choked, smiling meekly at your final goodbye letter to him, as he clutched the pendent he gave you.

“I love you so much...”

From Ramshackle dorm, your slightly dusty octopus plushie rest on the side of your pillow.

From far away, he sensed you hugging it, whispering so close to him although so far,

“I love you too, meanie..”

END

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HO SHIT-

REBLOG IT I FELT MY TEARS I-

Ok I’m joking

thank you for surviving and following with the story. 

Azul loves you. Bye, have a good day!

@magicpumpkin3 don’t kill me pls-

#twst #twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst azul #twisted wonderland azul x reader #twisted wonderland azul #twst azul x reader #twst angst #twisted wonderland angst #twisted wonderland fluff #twst fluff #octavinelle #octavinelle x reader #azul loves you #trey clover

[midearthwritings]

Be Mine

A flower, for he must know your heart belongs to him.

Words Count : 2,138

Pairing : Dwalin x Hobbit!Reader

Warning : None

Author's Note : A little Valentine's day special because I'm soft for Dwalin and hobbit reader. Sorry not sorry (at all).

And because I'm feeling extra nice, here is an article that will tell you all about Valentine's Day's origins, back to its pagan roots.

Cradled in your hands, the fragile flower was lying comfortably, waiting for you to finally make your move. Its red petals were big and bright, free of any damage the weather or wild animals could have caused. They were staring back at you, reassuringly. You could almost hear them whisper soothing words. Carefully, you brought it to your face and inhaled the lovely smell, black pistils tickling your nose. It wasn't as beautiful as the ones you grew, back home. And if you had been in the Shire, you would have gathered a big bouquet. But you were not in the Shire, you were on the road, probably walking to your ultimate death. And there wasn't any garden, only wilderness. So this single wild tulip would have to do.

Before, this day had meant nothing. It had been an excuse for those who where merely interested in you to gift you with bouquets. And each time, they had been met with rejection. Until now, the only love you had ever felt had been for your friends and your garden. Back in the comfort of your Hobbit hole, only the Sun rising each morning had been able to make your heartbeat quicken.

Now, it was different. The feelings had taken you by surprise, and for long you had refused to acknowledge them. But when you were traveling with the one your heart so desired, and had to see him at every moment given, it was hard to stay in denial.

The flower was still there, reminder that you were to gift it to him.

But how?

You turned around, looking at him from your spot. Even doing something as simple as packing his belongings, he looked so very intimidating. Centuries separated the two of you. He had seen war, disasters. He knew of sorrow and death. As for you, well, a piece of pottery you really liked fell to the floor, once, it had made you sad. Compared to him, you were just a simple Hobbit from the Shire that everybody would forget about after they passed.

You sighed and your eyes dropped back on the tulip. Gently, you brushed the pad of your thumb against a petal. It was soft under your touch. Like an infant's skin.

"What is it that ye have there?"

Startled, you jumped—quite harshly—, sending the flower to the ground. With an annoyed squeal, you picked it up and blew on it a little to get rid of any dust or dirt that had found its place on the poor vegetal. You stood up, facing the dwarf.

From afar, he had been intimidating, but here, right in front of you it was worse. His tall frame, taller than the others, swallowed you up whole. His insistent gaze was piercing right through your soul and you felt your blood rushing to your face.

Perhaps, now was your only chance. The company would have to depart soon and you wouldn't stop until night. The pounding in your chest was echoing in your entire body.

With one last glance at the delicate little thing, you held your hands out to him.

"It is, ah, it is a flower." You stuttered, looking anywhere but at him. " It is a flower for, for you."

Maybe you had spoken louder than you intended to, because you were surrounded with silence. To make it even worse, you knew all eyes were on you, as if you were some sort of strange creature no one had ever seen before. Actually, you were, given the fact that most of them had never met a Hobbit before. But that was not the point now, was it?

Brush of rough fingers against yours made you look back up and you watched, embarrassed, as the soldier took the flower away from your grip. His eyes were glued to the tiny looking plant in his hand, and his eyebrow rose up slowly.

"A flower?" He asked, his eyes meeting yours again. "For me?"

Another shy squeal escaped your lips, and you nodded rapidly.

"What d'ye want me to do with it?"

The words were like a punch right in the stomach. It had taken you time to pick the prettiest out of the lot. You had chosen it with care and love. Did he not like it? If the feelings were not returned, why would he take it? To publicly humiliate you, or something like that?

Defeated, your shrugged your shoulders and brought your hand to your lips. A bad habit of yours when you were feeling down, and today was no exception. You began to chew on your thumb before having your hand batted away.

"Don't do that. Ye'll make yerself bleed."

You muttered a quiet apology. Dwalin shook his head and placed the flower in one of his pockets, on his chest. He patted the place and you frowned. Now this was unusual. In the Shire, if one didn't return another's feeling, they wouldn't take the gift. They would politely reject the offer and move on. And hadn't the dwarf just rejected you?

"Pack yer things, Halfling, we're leavin soon."

And with that, he walked away, leaving you alone and confused.

That day, the weather was on the company's good side. The Sun was clement, so was the wind. You were walking in the front, alongside of Thorin's nephews, unaware that you were being watched. You hadn't been the only one left tormented with the events of the morning. All the way in the back of the line, Dwalin was lost in his thoughts, the flower still secured in his pocket. His mind was filled with questions, such as why you would gift him with a thing as useless as this one. At the broken look on your face when he had asked, he hadn't been able to find the strength to refuse. And so, the soldier was now traveling with a flower stuck in his clothing.

Carefully, he approached the only one who he thought would be able to help him out.

"Burglar."

The same way you had this morning, Bilbo jumped, startled by Dwalin's deep voice. His hand found its way up to his chest, resting in the place of his heart.

"Master Dwalin, you have to stop creeping behind people like that. One of this days, someone's heart will stop beating."

Sensitive Hobbits. So easily scared. The dwarf was still wondering why the wizard had brought the both of you along. A poor excuse of a burglar and you. But he was in no place to question the decision. And so, he got along with it.

Carefully, to avoid damaging it, he grabbed the flower and showed it to the Hobbit. The latter frowned and held his hands up.

"Ah..." He began, his cheeks reddening. "I am very flattered but, ah well, how to say that? The feeling is not returned."

The burglar's nonsense made Dwalin shake his head. It was terrifying the quantity of absurdities Hobbits mouths could produce.

"What are ye sayin burglar? Yer little friend up there..." He explained, pointing at you. "Yer little friend up there gave me this. Why?"

Bilbo's eyes followed the direction of the Dwarf's fingers and his eyes met yours. He watched as you quickly looked away. A smile grew on his lips, illuminating his face. Now, this was very interesting. A merry event, indeed. A strange choice, he thought. But well, it was not his place to say anything. In all those years of friendship, he had had to watch you refuse gift after gift, bouquets after bouquets. Love wasn't made for you, you only loved your friends. Or so you had said. He snickered, rather loudly.

His face radiating with a joy that made the dwarf uncomfortable, he explained :

"Well, Master Dwalin, it is a tulip. Oh, those we grow in the Shire are so much prettier. But I find this one to be very beautiful, very well chosen. I must say a bouquet of this specie would look very lovely and I would-"

"Will ye tell me why or not?"

Bilbo nodded at the soldier's interruption of his rambling.

"Once a year, Hobbits give flowers to those dear to them. It is a day to honour the ones we have wed, or confess our feelings. And tulips, Master Dwalin, in the language of flowers, mean the first confession of love."

Intriguing creatures. But not an unexpected gesture, coming from them. Dwalin looked down at the small plant. It didn't look the same. It was softer, like you. Its scent reached the Dwarf's nose. He hadn't been there for long but he could remember the essence that had floated in your home. And it smelled like it, like your home. It reminded him of you in every way, no matter which angle he looked at it. Now, he could see.

"I need yer help some more, burglar."

The night wasn't particularly scary to you. It was something peaceful, even. And night was often the time of grand parties amongst Hobbits. Yet, far from everything you knew, it wasn't comforting either. Silently, you sat on your bedroll, far from the fire.

You sighed. Sometimes, you felt very lonely. You missed your friends dearly. Oh yes, you were happy that Bilbo was there with you. It made things a bit easier to go through. But it was not the same.

The tulip was still haunting your thoughts. Bright, beautiful and proud, living its best life in your beloved's garment. It had been mocking you all day long, the vivid color reminding you of the answer you were not given. Or rather the upsetting one he had served you. Childishly, you kicked at the ground and crossed your arms on your chest. It was unfair.

You froze, when a big hand was laid on top of your head.

"Ye seem mad, Halfling."

At the familiar voice, you relaxed. Although there was still tension in your shoulders. It seemed Fate wasn't done with you and wanted to torture you a little more.

You shook your head, chasing the hand away.

"That, I am not. Anger makes you stupid, and stupid gets you killed."

His laughter, loud and deep, pulled a little smile out of you. You stayed still as he sat down to your side.

"This is very well said. Yer startin to think like a real warrior."

At his compliment, your heart swell, and your body threatened to burst out with pride. In the corner of your eye, you could see the red glint of the petals, and the feeling died down. You wanted to rip it out of here, throw it on the ground and step on it the same way it had stepped on your love. But at the same time, you wished it would live timelessly for the dwarf to keep and cherish.

You sighed, for the hundredth time, when a folded piece of fabric came into your sight, making you flinch a little. Curious, you inspected it. It was simple, and you were certain it had been ripped from a clothing. The bumps told you there was something inside.

You looked up at your friend.

"What is it?"

"Take it. For ye." He replied, pushing it closer to you.

Hesitantly, you obeyed. With a swift of his hand, he ordered you to take a look inside.

Slowly, you unfolded it, revealing what it contained. The small branche decorated with dozens of tiny purple flowers caught your eyes first. It was radiant, and you couldn't believe he had managed to find some in the little time that had been given to him. You smiled, bringing it up to your face to inhale the sweet perfume.

Putting it back down, you noticed there was something else. A tiny piece of steel with a hole in it. It was engraved, the patterns really clear and neatly made.

"Yer burglar friend said Hobbits court each others with flowers." He explained, pointing at the plant. "Us, dwarves, we court with clasps we braid into our partner's hair."

Your head shot up. There was no hint of mockery on his face. You had offered him your heart, and he was now offering you his.

"Master Dwalin I-"

"Now, will ye deny me?"

You shook your head. That, you would not do. For sure. If it was no jokes, and it didn't look like one, you would not be as foolish as to deny a thing you had hoped for.

Delicately, you picked the small piece of hair ornament and handed it to your soldier, a soft smile tugging at your lips.

"Will you braid my hair, then?"

And so he did, working his strong fingers through your mane gently, while you cradled his other gift close to your heart.

Lilac, for the first feeling of love.

#the hobbit imagine #the hobbit reader insert #the hobbit #dwalin x reader #dwalin son of fundin #dwalin #dwalin x you #dwalin x yn

[demonicheadcanons]

Can I get the brothers reacting to finding MCs sketchbook and it’s filled with drawings of the demon who picked it up? All of them are masterpieces and some are angsty or sad, others happy, some just them doing mundane things. When confronted, MC just says “Of course I draw you all the time, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. You’re my muse.” Thank you in advance, if it’s too complicated you can skip.

AN: This cute prompt has been sitting in my inbox for far too long. Thanks for sending this in Nonny <3 I love this idea. I tried to keep each scenario short so I could get this done quickly, as you’ve waited long enough for it. Tried is the key word here ;u;

You’re maybe already dating the boys in these? Or very close? They’re not explicitly romantic but have some affection. I also didn’t make the MC say these exact words, or even anything at all in some of these prompts, but the general feeling is still there. I hope that’s alright!

Lucifer

You left the book behind when studying together, rushing off to meet up with Mammon after you realised you were late and would hear hell for it. He notices it sometime later, too busy relishing on even the short period of time he’d gotten to spend alone with you in relative peace.

He picks it up and, curious, with no worries that you might not really want him to look through it, he flips it open to the first page. He realises what it is right away, and continues to flip through the pages until he gets to a drawing of him. Its such a perfect represention of the moment that he can recall exactly when you must’ve drawn this.

You’d come into his room to have a break from all the noise in the rest of the house, and you had laid on your stomach on his bed and worked away at something as he went through paperwork at his desk. He’d wanted to ask you, at the time, what had you so focused, but he hadn’t wanted to ruin the sight.

He continues to flip through the pages, and frowns slightly for every drawing he sees of one of his brothers, but his lips twitch up every time there’s even a simple doodle of him. He counts, unconsciously, and realises you’ve drawn him more than anyone else. Pride swells in his chest, so very familiar and not at the same time.

He hears the tapping at his door and calls out, immediately, for you to come in. He knows that knock, after all, and you’re one of the few members of the house that he wouldn’t hear coming down the corridor. He leans against the front of his desk, holding your book open in front of him, not bothering to hide the fact that he’d looked through it.

The particular sketch he’s looking at is one where you must’ve been close - you’ve detailed in every long, delicate eyelash, his hair falling in front of his face and his lips slightly parted, only the faintest frown on his face as he focuses hard on his work. He smiles as he tips the book forward, watching as your eyes are drawn to it. To his surprise, you only smile, relieved, raising a hand to your chest.

“Thank goodness, I did leave it here after all.”

You walk over and hop up onto his desk, leaning towards him as you try to see which sketch he’s looking at. He slouches a little more to make you comfortable and shows the sketch.

“You’ve drawn me a lot,” he comments.

“Of course. You’re beautiful, how could I resist?”

He presses a kiss to your temple and rests his head against yours, smiling. He doesn’t often like people commenting on his appearance - he was confident enough about it, knew how he looked, but he didn’t need to hear about it all the time. Still, from you, it didn’t hurt. Especially not if you felt inspired enough by it to draw him.

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Mammon

Mammon had burst into your room and you weren’t there. Frustrated by your absence and unsure of when to expect you back, he decides to pick through your stuff. He wasn’t going to steal any of it - he’d been called out by Beel about that, before, and whilst he’d denied it at the time he knew it was true. He’d much rather steal something for you than from you.

The book is open on your desk to a page full of mindless doodles. It piques his curiosity, and he grabs it and sits down, kicking his feet up on top of your desk. It wasn’t like you were there to tell him not to, and you’d left without telling him where you were going so he was going to do whatever he wanted until you got back.

He flicks back to the start of the book, and honestly his first thoughts are about how you could easily sell these drawings for a lot of Grimm. Sketches of the Devildom, of flowers and creatures you couldn’t find in the human realm, of how the Devildom looked all lit up with the moon overhead, from the highest balcony in the RAD building. He’s in awe, mouth a faint ‘o’ shape as he continues to turn page by page.

The first drawing of him makes him freeze up. He was a model, Mammon knew he must be handsome. But he’d never felt it like he did now. In the drawing, he’s sitting on the floor, cushion in his lap as he plays some game on a controller. His expression is somewhere between frustrated and delighted, his hair fluffy and messy because he’d been running his hands through it.

He remembers - you’d been having trouble adapting to the Devildom so he stole- borrowed a console from Levi, but you were too tired to play. He played anyway, hoping that at least watching him would distract you enough, and to convince himself that he was in part doing it for him too and not to entertain some random human.

You walk in and he slams the book shut, but its too late - you’ve seen him holding it. You don’t seem mad about that, though, and instead glare at how he has his feet up on your desk. He adjusts quickly, fumbling as he tries to put on his confident act, walking over to you as he waves the sketchbook in the air.

“What’s this, then? You’ve been drawing me without asking me first?” he asks, teasing lilt falling flat in his voice. His face feels far too warm, as it often does when he’s around you.

“I couldn’t help it. You’re so pretty I just had to.” You shrug, nonchalant. You swipe the book from his hand and sit on your bed, tapping the space beside you. “How far in did you get?”

Mammon pouts as he goes to sit beside you. “Not far.” As he sits beside you, he grabs your sides and pulls you to lay down, holding the sketchbook open up in the air. He’s desperate for some attention right now, but he wanted to keep looking at your art. “Let’s look through the rest together.”

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Leviathan

Levi was flustered. You’d been spending time in his room, and he loved your presence but it took him so long to get used to it each time that you stopped in to hang out with him. You’d brought the book you always had with you, and were working away on something, laying on your stomach on the floor with a Ruri-chan plushie in one arm.

He fumbles with his controller and sighs as he misses yet another jump in the game he was trying hard to distract himself with. Every time he glances over, he wants to ask what you’re doing, why you’re here with him when you could easily do your work elsewhere or with any of his brothers, if you were really happy to just sit in his presence like this. His voice dies in his throat and his face flushes when he catches sight of you, so he never does get to ask.

He’d messed up one too many times and was starting to get frustrated when he glanced over and realised you were looking at him, too. Heat floods into his face, and his frustrations die before he can even mumble out his signature ‘this is so unfair’. You smile, going back to your work before dropping your pencil. You wiggle around until you’re sitting, cross-legged, and hold out your sketchbook.

It was a drawing. You’d been drawing, and you’d been drawing him. Levi leans closer hesitantly, wanting to get a better look at it, trying not to think about how giddy and anxious your proud smile made him feel. He works up the courage to take the book out of your hands and looks over the drawing. It takes a long time before he can say anything, too busy focusing on all the little details - how his face is scrunched up from frustration and concentration, how his headphone cord is coiled around his fingers from when he’d been playing with it and hadn’t untangled it fully, how his head was tilted to stop his hair from fully falling in front of his eyes.

“You... its really good, but, I don’t... I’m not this handsome,” he mumbles, face bright red, and he flinches when you laugh.

“You are. More-so, actually, but its hard to capture from this distance.”

Levi can’t respond, just swallows. You sigh, something fond in it, and walk on your knees until you can fall against his side, cuddling up to the Ruri-chan plushie.

“Look through the other drawings. I only draw what I find beautiful. That’s why I drew you.”

His smile is faint, but its enough. He’s hearing your words, even if they’re hard to process for him. He relaxes and flips back to the front page, ready to look at the rest of your work with you.

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Satan

Books were commonplace in his room. They were part of the furniture - quite literally, as they were piled up everywhere, even on top of his bed, although he’d made an effort to stop putting them there so long as you were spending time with him, so that you had somewhere comfortable to sit or lay whilst you were reading.

And yet, he always noticed when one was out of place, or when a new book had joined his collection without his knowing. Sometimes this happened because his brothers had found something interesting but weren’t willing to say aloud that it had reminded them of him, or that they bought it because he might enjoy it, so they’d simply popped into his room and added it to a stack. It was normal at this point.

That’s why he didn’t question it when there was a new book left on his bed, and when he didn’t hesitate to lay down and open it up, curious as to what story one of his brothers had left for him this time. Instead, he’s met with drawings. Amazing drawings of the Devildom, of his brothers... and of him.

There are notes, as well, few and far between, that allow him to place this as being your book. He knew that scrawl. He felt guilty to look through your sketchbook without your permission, but now that he’d already opened it, he was too curious to leave it be. He’d be honest about it later and deal with the consequences then, or joke about how you’d been drawing him without his permission so you were equal now.

The drawings were beautiful, more detailed that he’d seen for casual doodles left in a book without being shown to the subjects in them. He takes his time to look over each page carefully, each drawing filling his heart with something foreign, sweet and sticky like berry pie. He spends extra time focusing on each drawing of himself, wonders how and why you’d made him look so soft. It was hard for him to get portraits done as his presence could invoke anger in others and leave harsh and angry lines and brush strokes on the canvas, but clearly he didn’t have that same influence on you - instead, each drawing of him was more delicate than any of the others, like you’d put more effort in.

Satan returns it to you later, a smile on his face. He does apologise immediately, for looking at the drawings without your permission.

“Its alright. I’m just glad you found it for me.” You’re completely cheery, not bothered at all, and Satan sighs in relief.

“You’ve drawn me quite a lot,” he notes.

“Well obviously. I spend the most time with you,” you say, smiling when you catch the faint pout he covers up. That wasn’t what he had expected or wanted you to say, clearly. Nor was it all you had to say on the matter. “Also, you’re very beautiful. I wanted to try and capture that and keep a little for myself.”

He smiles now, content, and pats you on the head. “If you want me around, you only have to ask.”

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Asmodeus

You’d been working away at something as he picked out an outfit and fixed his hair, and he’d been dying to ask but he just needed to adjust a few more strands first - you were going out to Majolish together and he wanted to look perfect. He always did, of course, but when the two of you were going out together he put in even more effort than usual.

When he finally finishes, he jumps up out of his chair and rushes over to you.

“How do I look?” he asks, beaming, full of confidence as always.

“Fabulous,” you say, reaching out to readjust a few strands of hair that had fallen out of place from his quick movements. He sits down on his bed beside you and pulls you up until you’re sitting beside him, hugging you around your waist.

“What were you doing whilst you were waiting? You looked so focused, it was adorable~” Asmo chirps, looking pointedly at the sketchbook. His eyes widen in genuine surprise. “Wait, is that me?”

You nod, lifting your sketchbook up so that the two of you could see it properly. You’d been drawing him, just little sketches as he flitted about the room doing this and that to get ready. You couldn’t have spent long on each one, and yet they captured him perfectly. He looked elegant in each, determined and beautiful.

You flicked back to the previous page before he could comment, and Asmo’s breath caught in his throat. This drawing was him, it was so brilliant an example of everything that he was. He was looking at you and smiling, and you’d captured the love and admiration in his eyes so perfectly he wondered if this was somehow a photograph.

Asmo tears up and hugs you tighter, burying his face against your neck. You can feel him smile wide against your skin. He stays like that for only a moment before his excitement bubbles up to the surface and he litters your cheek, nose, and forehead with feather-light kisses. He’d do anything for the one who saw him as he was.

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Beelzebub

Beel had a pretty normal schedule for each day - he’d exercise, go to school, spend time with you and Belphie or his other brothers if they were around and alright with it, and of course, he’d eat quite a lot. You had a good idea of where he’d be throughout the day, and when you had the time for it, you’d accompany him so he wasn’t alone. Whether that meant sitting on the counter as he dug through the fridge, or laying on the sofa with your head in his lap and your feet in Belphie’s, you just liked to spend time with him.

And, a lot of the time, he noticed you had this little book with you. He’d caught you glancing at him many times, but didn’t think anything of it. He glanced at you a lot, too, so maybe it was only to be expected. He’d gotten used to the butterflies in his stomach when you two randomly linked eyes and you grinned, twirling your pencil around in your hand.

A lot of your time was spent together in relative silence, as well, and he was accustomed to hearing your pencil scratch against the paper. But he never asked what you were doing, because if you wanted to tell him you would. He trusted you to do that. And his trust paid off, when you were both watching a show together.

He notices early on that you're paying more attention to him than the screen, and when the episode finishes you tap him gently on the shoulder before stretching out your wrists. He looks to you, tilting his head in curiosity until you hold the book open in front of him.

It was a drawing of him, focused on the screen, odd lighting casting shadows against his form. He had something in his hand, some sort of food, but you’d put more attention into actually drawing him. So much attention that he was sure no matter how long he looked, there would always be something more to notice.

“Its me?” he asks, unsure lilt in his voice. He looks bashful, like he’s done something wrong. “Why?”

You stretch out your arms again, thinking, and finally answer, “Because you looked beautiful, and I wanted to draw you?”

It was neither easy nor hard to make Beel blush, and most of the time it just seemed to happen. You hadn’t caught onto the pattern yet, hadn’t been able to perfect it so that you could make it happen whenever you wanted. But you smile in silent victory now as his ears and cheeks flush a reddish pink, pairing nicely with his wide eyes.

His surprise gives way to a smile, and he leans over to wrap his arms around you, holding you close. All he can manage is a thank you, but with that you know how much he appreciates it, how much he appreciates you.

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Belphegor

Belphie would often drag you off to the attic, and whilst he enjoyed the times where you would curl up in his arms and nap with him until you absolutely had to get up, he knew he couldn’t expect that of you constantly. You were still human, and you could only sleep so much before you had to get up to stretch or eat or just do something else to occupy your mind.

You’d built up a habit together, now, where if you wanted to get up you’d tap his arm twice and he’d reluctantly let you go. He’d stay awake if you left the room, just enough so that he’d be able to tell when you returned. If you didn’t, he’d have to go seek you out again by himself to drag you back with him and absolutely not just to make sure you were okay. If you did return, he’d go back to sleep and let you do what you wanted, opening his arms up if you tapped on them again to crawl back into his grip. It was peaceful, and though he never said it aloud, he loved it.

Often times, when he did wake up, you’d be sitting nearby in a little bundle of pillows and blankets that you’d made with a book and pencil in hand. You were quick to notice when he woke up, so Belphie could never just watch you to figure out what you were doing, which frustrated him to no end but at the same time it was nice to be known. Still, he was determined to figure it out.

His determination is unnecessary, because one day he wakes up and you’re looking straight at him, smiling contentedly. He woke up too fast, then, heart pounding as he tried to remember that expression. Did you admire him so much to look at him like that, even when he was just sleeping?

“You’re awake,” you say, voice light and cheery.

“And you were watching me sleep, as always,” Belphie scoffs, pulling the blanket up over his face to cover up his blush. “What’s new?”

You pout and stick out your tongue at him, and he lowers the blanket enough to return the gesture. It was hard to remember just how old he was when he acted like that.

“With good reason,” you tell him. He raises an eyebrow, and you smile and hold out your sketchbook. He takes it immediately, trying to act nonchalant as he opens it up and flicks through the pages. You barely catch how his eyes widen, how his breath catches and he slows down, taking in each drawing carefully.

“There are... a lot of drawings, of me sleeping,” Belphie says, swallowing, raising the book enough to try to cover his smile. Too late, you think. You’d caught him.

“You look cute like that. Plus, its the only time you sit still enough for me to draw you.”

“Or you’re just that obsessed with me. Weirdo.” He closes the book and hands it back to you, sitting up to stretch. He keeps his eyes on you, notices when you frown the tiniest bit. Was his teasing too much?

He sighs and slides out of bed, sitting in your pile beside you. He leans against you, like a cat looking for attention without wanting to admit it, and takes your hand in his, playing with your fingers.

“Thanks, MC.”

#surprise request! i felt like writing and it just all kind of flowed out with this one #Anonymous #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #my headcanons #my writings #fluff #i had a lot of fun writing this ashdashj even tho i only did bc i couldnt sleep ;u;

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Seek a Little Strange and Unusual

Fandom: Psychonauts Pairing: None Characters: Caligosto Loboto, Chloe Barge Summary: One day at the grocery store, Loboto overhears two parents discussing their...problem child. It's a very familiar sounding conversation. He may not understand why, but he won't let history repeat itself. Chloe isn't particularly fond of her human caretakers. The dentist who smuggled her out of the store is strange...but so is she. And he, at least, understands the importance of space helmets on alien planets.

[don’t make tumblr funnyposts about headcanons guys because you WILL become attached to them]

Cucumbers, lighter fluid, toothpaste, apple sauce, quick rise yeast, mineral oil...

Almost everything! All that was left was condiments. Except...had he written ketchup, or catsup? Did it matter? Of course it mattered, they were totally different things! Weren't they? Well, they had different names.

Lobot stared between the bottle of catsup and the scribbled list, trying to read his own handwriting.

"No, no! Put it down--Chloe put that down right now." 

Ooooh, drama! He loved drama. Loboto poked his head around the corner of the aisle in time to see a small child standing on their tiptoes, arms outstretched to the cereal boxes on the upper shelf. A brightly colored box of sugar pretending to be a nutritious breakfast was wrapped in a purple glow and descending, slowly. 

A woman materialized next to the girl. Her face was tight with anger and she snatched the box out of the air. Shoving it back on the shelf she hissed "What did I tell you? How many times do I have to say it, Chloe! Don't do that! Especially not in public! And I told you take that stupid helmet off when we're in the store!"

The child's response was unintelligible, muffled by the space helmet they were indeed wearing. He wondered what the big deal was. It wasn't the 1940's; nobody cared if you wore a hat in public anymore. Just look at him! He was wearing his showercap and no one had said a word! They just left the aisle as soon as they saw him.

“Take it off, now!” 

A man appeared and grabbed the woman's arm.

"Keep your voice down, people are going to come see what the fuss is."

The woman rounded on him, her expression one of frantic desperation. 

"I can't do this anymore."

I just don’t care anymore.

"I can't deal with this, the helmet and the moving things around--!"

He’s a monster!

"I know, I know--"

Soon we’ll be free of this devil child.

"I don’t know how much longer I can put up with this! If I have to deal with one more dismantled radio, one more time trying to get her to take it off for company, one more bent spoon--"

Every! Spoon! Bent!

"I've been asking around, and Johnson knows someone who can do a procedure that’ll fix her--"

They all agree on the diagnosis and what must be done.

He felt strange. Cold and hot and angry and...sad. The child didn't seem to notice the conversation. She was trying to float the cereal box back down again. She probably didn't understand what it all meant. She was young. Very young.

Younger than he had been.

He hadn't understood either, until it was too late.

The humans were arguing again. They were always arguing these days. Arguing about such petty problems, when they could be focusing on the whole galaxy around them. She ignored them. It wasn't like they listened to her anyway. How many times had she explained to the woman why she needed to wear the helmet whenever she left the hermetic seal of her room? It never mattered. 

The box of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs landed gently in her hands. Excellent. She would slide it into the cart under the frozen peas. By the time they got to the cash register, the woman would be bound by social convention to make the purchase, or risk making a scene in front of the cashier.

Chloe still hadn't figured out what making a scene meant. The term was definitely in regards to public behavior, but was applied to anything from yelling in public to silent refusal to remove her helmet. Human rules were so strange and arbitrary.

The boxes in front of her rustled. Chloe tilted her head to one side. Odd. Sometimes things around her moved on their own, but usually she got that strange tingle in the back of her head when they did. She wasn't feeling it now.

The boxes of cereal parted, excess tumbling off the ends of the shelves. Two small lights gleamed in the newly made gap. One red, one green.

A metal claw shot out, grabbed Chloe by the shirt, and hauled her through.

She had half been expecting to be pulled into another dimension, but instead she was just in the next aisle. There was no time to feel disappointed before she was dumped unceremoniously in a grocery cart. Someone loomed over her, but Chloe only got the impression of blue skin and flowers before the stranger scooped up half a shelf's worth of bags of macaroni and dumped them on top of her.

It didn't hurt. She could breathe fine with her helmet protecting her face--see, she wanted to say, I told you I needed it--but she couldn't move very much. The cart rattled and bumped, one wheel squeaking obnoxiously. They paused briefly, and Chloe considered shouting for help, but didn't. She wanted to see where this was going.

So she stayed quiet and still, holding the box of cereal to her chest as a cheerful voice cried "No need to do your beeping scans! I know what I bought! Keep the change!"

Then they were off again. The sounds around her changed as they left the store and rattle bumped their way through the parking lot. She heard a trunk open up, and decided now was a good time to figure out what was going on. She had no interest in riding with the groceries.

Chloe made the purple glow around her hands and pushed until the groceries around her lifted enough for her to move. She popped out from beneath the macaroni like a beach ball being released underwater.

The stranger was. Strange. Very tall. The lights Chloe had seen were his eyes--or rather, small tubes where his eyes should be. They twitched and turned independently of each other. He was smiling at her, and his smile seemed to stretch much, much further than most human smiles.

He was wearing a labcoat and a shower cap.

"Hello!" he said. "I'm going to kidnap you and raise you as my own so your parents can't stick an icepick in your brain to take away your psychic powers!" He tapped his chin, brow furrowing. One of his arms was made of metal, and ended in three claws. "Although I already did that first part, so...I have kidnapped you and am going to raise you as my own so that your parents can't stick an icepick in your brain to take away your psychic powers!"

Chloe considered this with some alarm. She didn't know what an icepick was, but she was sure she didn't want anything stuck in her brain. Psychic powers? Ah. That would explain the purple glow. Her caretakers had been very frustrated by it. But could she believe that they would stick things in her brain just so they could be less frustrated?

Yes. She could believe.

Her chest hurt. The macaroni was heavier than she first thought.

"Will you let me wear my helmet?" she asked.

"Of course!" He patted his showercap. "Headwear is a very important personal choice!

Chloe thought some more.

"This is acceptable," she said, and lifted her arms. The stranger stared at her. Neither of them moved for several seconds.

"What are you doing."

"You need to lift me up."

The stranger stuck his hands under her armpits and did so, holding his arms fully extended out in front of him. She dangled in the air, up, up, so high up, higher than she'd ever managed on a swing, and without the heavy weight of rope and swing seat to remind her she was pinned to this mudball planet. She felt weightless, floating, a dizzyingly wonderful feeling.

They stayed like that for several moments.

"Is this what parenting is?" the stranger asked. "It's a lot easier than they made it sound."

Chloe was so high up, her vision extended over the sea of cars, and she spotted her caretakers--former caretakers--rushing out of the grocery store, looking around wildly.

"Put me down," she said. She would have liked to stay up there for longer. For hours. Maybe she could get him to do it again later. The man used to do it all the time, before the arguing started. The stranger set her feet on the pavement, and began to toss the cart's contents into the trunk without any care for fragility. He did not seem particularly rushed or concerned, for all that he said he was kidnapping her. And wasn't kidnapping illegal?

The car was nothing like the sleek blue sedan her parents drove. The man washed it obsessively, and acted as if you had removed an organ if you so much as borrowed a single sparkplug, even if the project was important.

Not only did this car look as if it hadn't been washed, ever, it also looked like it might dissolve if you tried. It was mostly rust held together by duct tape. The car was decorated in strange patterns picked out by objects hot glued to the sides: rubber ducks, dice, plastic flowers, and many, many teeth. From the looks of it, mostly Odocoileus virginianus and Procyon lotor, although she had to wonder about some of the molars.  

"Chloe!" someone shouted. "Chloe, where are you!"

Chloe opened the door of the car and climbed inside. There was a moldy grey blanket on the car seat. She unfolded it and draped it over herself. It smelled like seaweed and toothpaste. She tried to look as much like a non-child lump as she could.

The trunk closed. Through the thin blanket she saw the shadow of the stranger--her new caretaker--lean over her. He wound all three seatbelts across her, pinning her to the seat.

"Safety first!" he said.

The car's engine whined and groaned and the calls got closer. They wouldn't be able to see her under the blanket. She was hidden. It was safe.

All the same, she felt a rush of relief when the engine finally growled to life. The car shot backwards and then came to an abrupt halt with a crash and the tinkle of glass. The seatbelts held her so fast Chloe didn't even move.

"Whoopsie!" the man said. The car lurched forwards and came to another abrupt halt with another crash. "Sorry!" Forward. Smash. "Oopsie daisy!" Back. Crash. "Almost got it!"

This time when the car sped forward, it did not stop, although Chloe did hear a scream and a bump as they turned a sharp corner.

"There we go!"

Chloe waited a few more minutes before working her arms free and pulling the blanket down from over her helmet. The car was zipping down the road, swerving violently between the other cars. In the space of three minutes they shot through two red lights. Her new caretaker was humming an offkey ditty to himself, as if he was taking a casual stroll through the park.

"Who are you?" Chloe asked.

"I am Dr Calligosto Loboto! The greatest dentist in the world!" He threw out an arm dramatically and his claws punctured the roof of the car. She could see many similar holes clustered in the same area.

"My name is Chloe. I hail from the planet Cygnus A."

"Ooooh, you're an alien! That explains the helmet! You better keep that thing on, I don't want you suffocating in our atmosphere!"

Chloe couldn't name the feeling in her chest, except that it was a good one.

"That's what I kept telling them! Just because I can breathe your air doesn't mean it doesn't have a detrimental effect on my lungs!"

"Of course!" the doctor said, genuinely annoyed. "That's Alien 101! Boy, your parents are weird."

"They aren't my parents," Chloe said, firmly. "They're my human caretakers. They were looking after me while I'm on the planet. Someday my real parents will return for me, and take me back to the home planet."

"Makes sense to me! I wonder if that makes this less of a felony."

#caligosto loboto #psychonauts #chloe barge #i have...no excuse #i can't decide if i want to make like a whole thing out of it so here you go for now #pre-canon fic