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riddles-fiddles · 9 months

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hello asdfgsjdldkl this is a half fluffy half spicy request, how would you feel about writing a fem/gn mc who is autistic, but here’s the twist (lol)—their special interest is kink/bdsm? maybe they’re a bit shy about it at first since it’s not exactly something you just TALK about but one day they somehow end up infodumping? with Lilia, Idia, Vil, and Malleus, if that’s okay? (bonus points for mc being a sub ghjkslahsksl) (also if you’re not sure about how to write an autistic mc that’s totally fine, thank you for your service /gen ajshsjskdkl)

I tried to write this based on how my ADHD brain works with my special interests, so I hope this isn't as terrible lol also since you didn't say which kinks you'd like to see, I kept them a little bit more on the generalized side. If you'd like something more specific you can request again. Anyways thank you kindly for this lovely request, I had lots of fun writing it /gen <3

Synopsis: the boys are very intriguided to know about your secret special interest~ Characters: Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge Tags: NSFW, smut with context, bondage play, master/servant, power play, spanking/impact play Notes: gender neutral reader (unspecified body parts), everyone is 18+, excuse any grammatical errors,,,

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Vil looks down on you with an amused expression as you moan and buck your hips up, searching for the friction you so desesperately need from his hands. You were pressed against the couch with your wrists firmly tied up on your back and your legs held apart by the leather belts, your dripping arousal entirely exposed and unable to wiggle too much, keeping you on the edge of your climax as you relied on Vil's painfully slow and light touches. It all started from one of Vil's fashion jobs. Being one of Twisted Wonderland's most beloved supermodels, he was offered to take a catwalk under the name of a high-end brand trying to test a new niche of clothing and creative display: a mix of kinky props and everyday clothing, with emphasis on office attire.

Vil looks absolutely dazzling on his violet blue formal shirt, sleeves rolled up his elbows to expose the shoulder-lenght latex gloves. A black leather chest harness hugs his figure perfectly, highlighting his curves and accentuating his proportions, his clothing, paired with the sensual makeup, gave him a rather imposing, bossy feel - the perfect face of a dangerous temptation, especially for you.

So much you can't help but unload all the little details about harness fashion you know about, about how they can be used to better pick on certain body parts, how they can be used for bondage and how you would love to try some on-

"Hush now, my precious nightingale. I love it when you sing for me like that, but…" He coos softly, his breath tickling against the hot skin of your cheek as his fingers came to press against your lips, gently nudging them open; a taunt and a promise of something more to come. "…I would hate it if the agency's staff came into my dressing room to find you like this."

Your eyes widen, suddenly remebering that anybody could walk in on any second, curious about the amount of noise coming out of Vil's room. As you slowly part your lips to welcome his gloved fingers, you hear a low chuckle of satisfaction coming. "Good puppy," Vil's whisper melts on your ears like dripping honey as his fingers make their way between uour teeth, playing with your tongue. "You deserve a reward for being so well behaved."

"Y-you feel so g-good, darling…" Idia groans in contentment before slamming his cock deep inside you once more. A shaky, devilish laugh rolls off his tongue as he watches the way you struggle to keep you hand steady, trying your best to pour some tea without allowing even the tiniest drop to stain the sheets.

Idia was the one trying to suggest new things for you two to try out - on his own nerdy, embarrassed ways. He was too scared to openly admit his kinks, thinking that maybe you could find him a weirdo, so he would casually comment about something like he was just talking about the news, or even pointing out something unusual on a character from some anime.

However, Idia soon discovered about the hype of cat maid cafés, and as he 'innocently' showed you some of the recipes and how you could pick your maid's personality, he was surprised to see how it had sparked your interest, his face going alight as you passionately unravel about your love for cute maid outfits and how you do own one. Idia wasn't one to make bold moves, but that was just too good of an opportunity to let it slip away from his fingers, so he lightly suggests to see you with it…

And now you found yourself full-on roleplaying. Taking in the role of a humble, diligent maid to your master, you faced multiple challenges as Idia reveled on your misery, trying to keep yourself composed while serving him.

Idia's fingernails dig on your hips, pulling down on the black skirt as he bucks up against you, low gasps leaving his lips. You need to bite down on your lips to contain a curse, holding onto the teacup between your hands for dear life. "So cute and obedient…" You shiver at his praise, his voice laced with dark desire, pushing you down on his lap.

You are surprised by his hand possessively wrapping around your chin, forcing your face to turn to him. Before you can mouth any sound, he captures your lips, making your grip finally falter, droplets of tea splasing over Idia's legs.

"Oh no, seems like you've made a mess… better clean it up quick if you don't wanna be punished, huh?" He smirks with mischief, his pointy teeth grazing over your shoulder threateningly.

You shudder in antecipation under Malleus' firm grip around the back of your neck, pushing your face down into the sheets. His throaty growl lingers over your body, leaving goosebumps under your skin. "Mine," Malleus rasps, his teeth sinking down on your back, leaving behind a perfect mark. "And I'll make sure everyone knows who you belong to." Malleus is very curious regarding everything that involves human nature, entertained by even the simplest of things. It wasn't uncommon to find him nose deep inside books, drinking in the particularities of the ones so exquisite for his fae standards.

While spending the afternoon with you in Ramshackle Dorm, quietly fidgeting through your phones and simply enjoying each other's company, he accidentally looked over your smartphone right in time to catch you scrolling down on a Magicam post about 'power play'. His interest is immediately piqued, intrigued by whatever it meant; Malleus points it out, interested to know more about it, and as you eagerly explains what it means, Malleus nods and hums in understanding, his mind working out on this new discovery.

"That's a very exquisite concept. Tell me, Child of Man, would you be willing to give me a practical demonstration on the matter? I'm certain I could understand it better this way."

You tried to keep Malleus pinned down on the bed, your hands firmly wrapping around his wrists to keep him still. Your attempt in dominance only the Fae Prince, who effortlessly turned you to lay on your belly, restraining you by the arms. "Looks like I am the winner of this little dispute. Shall I indulge in my prize now?"

"Easy now, sugar bat. If you tense up too much, it will hurt even more." A low chuckle rolls off Lilia's tongue, mischief mixed with tenderness etched on his cherry-coloured eyes. The paddle on his hand slowly runs over your warmed thighs, the sensitive skin shivering and squirming under the rough leather feel, teasing and threatening to strike once more.

"Back in my day, those devices were used as torture tools to coax prisoners into talking about their secrets. Now, they are used in intimate rendezvous to give pleasure induced by pain." Lilia giggles, an innocent smile gracing his lips - a very fake one. The glint on his eyes suggesting some sly, hidden interest, like he wasn't just silently reading the fanfiction you were writing on your phone.

"So, you're interested on the complexities of pain and pleasure, huh? Would you like to indulge in a demonstration? I'll be more than happy to lead you into this forbidden experience, my dear." How could you deny such a confident, tantalizing suggestion? You knew a lot about the theoretical thing, having read a lot about fiction or even health-related articles about BDSM and impact play. Despite being shy about it, you knew you could trust Lilia.

"You're doing very well, sweetheart," Lilia's whisper is sweet and reassuring as his fingers gently thread between your locks, a soothing gesture in contrast to the dry impact of the paddle against your buttcheeks, marking the skin with a pinkish colour. The leather leaves a stinging sensation, making you gasp and squirm over Lilia's lap. He leans in to press a soft kiss on your forehead, a sly smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Only ten more to go."

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el-dritchknight · 1 year

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Happiness Redux [Cove/MC Fluff]

Fandom: Our Life: Beginnings & Always (visual novel) Summary: It's the first time you've returned to Sunset Bird since your honeymoon, and you plan to make your husband's birthday the best it's ever been.

Unfortunately, the universe didn't quite get the memo.

(In which there is a series of unfortunate events that includes, but is not limited to, escapee shells and drowning strawberries, but Cove thinks the world of you anyway.)

Characters | Ships: Cove/Main Character Notes: advanced anniversary to OurLifeBeginningsAndAlways & belated happy birthday to my beloved husband Cove Holden <3 have a fluffy, funny fic to celebrate <3 thank you @gb-patch for the precious ocean boy who changed my life for the better <33

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“And one, two, three… open your eyes!”

Cove lowers his hands from his face and blinks into the bright light. The view before him is one he’s seen a thousand and one times before: sunlight gleaming off vast expanse of ocean, its waves softly kissing the shore.

But the splendor of his beloved’s smile rivals that of the sun.

“Ta da!” You spread your arms out. “Happy Birthday! How do you like it?”

“I love it,” Cove says, his gaze tenderly tracing the curve of your face, the way your hair sways in the gentle sea breeze.

It’s the first time the both of you have returned to Sunset Bird after the honeymoon. Giddy at the thought of coming home with his spouse (someone who was always more than just a neighbor), Cove can’t help the grin creeping on his face or the warmth flushing his cheeks pink.

A matching blush stains your own face crimson. “Y-you’re just staring at me again, aren’t you?”

“Guilty as charged.”

Delight pulls your lips into a bigger smile, yet you persist in the face of Cove's distracting charms. “Come on, space cadet. You need to see the actual surprise!”

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#our life: beginnings & always #our life beginnings and always #cove holden #olba #our life #el writes

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hunsa-jars · 3 years

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Mallow, the chocolatier and Button, the glassmith

Mallow is the nephew of the Gentleman (from The Moomins and the Great Flood). Pretty much took over his uncle's mountain lair and “edible garden”, making it into a chocolate factory after the old man left it behind (seriously, the guy needed to get out of there to see the world). Coming back to Mallow, he’s just a sweet, very enthusiastic and passionate himbo with the personality of a golden retriever. He’s like... crazy strong, and sometimes forgets that, he’s also a bit naive so be patient with him. Most of the money he earns goes to charity, keeps the rest to support his crazy scientist husband!!

Button is a little moomin, who works as a glassmith/wood carver and has his very own gift shop, not too far away from the Lonely Mountains. Many are confused about his species, since he looks very familiar to the ancestors of moomins. In reality, due to his magical activities and sensitiveness, his fur became longer and gained several mystical abilities (such as mild telekinesis, pyrokinesis and hyalokinesis). Button is just a very jolly, open-minded and actually very wise creature, who always has an advice for everything. Just sit down with him, have a cup of tea, and listen to him sing while he works. It’s just magically comforting

#moomin #moomins #moomin oc #moomin ocs #moominvalley odyssey #okay so i might continue posting the characters in pairs oop-#tiny spoiler: the next one will be a mumrik and a hemulen #anyways these two precious fluffy bois my beloved

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sunflowerdaisybee · 2 years

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This is my first time asking but can you do a fic (CC or C) where the SBI views Reader (He/They if you can) as an older sibling (or is their older sibling if it's C!SBI) and Wilbur and Techno fight on who's Reader's favorite.

Cue Philza (C R O W F A T H E R) breaking up the fight and being like "This is the nth fight you've guys had this week, and it's only tuesday)." After finding out what the recent fight was about, Philza, trying not to laugh, tells the two to follow him to go see Reader and Tommy doing something fluffy. From there on, Wil's and Tech's minds are like "so we have competition."

Bonus: Tommy is aware that he is Reader's favorite and gloats about it to Wil and Tech when reader is away.

Sorry if it's too long but I always love Sibling SBI dynamics

I really liked this idea, sibling SBI will always have a soft spot in my already super soft heart, but anyways I have no idea how well written this is but it was really cute and I enjoyed writing it so I hope you enjoy! :] /pos

Summary: Wilbur and Techno both believe they are your favorite younger brother, Phil and Tommy say otherwise

Pairing: P!SBI X Reader

Pronouns: He/They

[A/n]: Requests are still closed sadly, I am trying to clear out what is currently there and start with a clean state!

“I’m clearly the favorite.” Techno scoffed at Wilbur’s statement.

“If you were the favorite then why does (Y/n) spend so much time training with me? It’s almost like he enjoys my company more than yours.” Techno’s reply did nothing more than add fuel to the fire, sparking yet another argument between the two boys.

“What are you two going on about now? Don’t you have chores to be doing?” Philza’s questions were rhetorical but he was hoping it would be enough to silence the two boys. The week had barely begun and they had been caught several times getting into verbal arguments over, what seemed to be, the same topic.

“Dad, tell Techno that I’m (Y/n)’s favorite!”

“No way! They clearly like me better!” Philza was quick to break things up before the two started to argue again.

“Oh dear, what am I going to do with you two.” It was then that Phil had remembered something, motioning for his two middle sons to follow him. Earlier he had tasked Tommy with cleaning his room, which had become a mess over the weekend, and you had offered to help the young boy who whined at his father’s request. It wasn’t difficult for Phil to see how you doted on the young boy, your youngest brother, always helping him with simple tasks and spending a majority of your time around him. Despite his troublesome nature, the small blonde had grown to be your favorite of the three, and he was certainly vocal about it.

It wasn’t hard to recall numerous times when you had left with Techno or Wilbur, or even when Tommy had left with Phil to run simple errands, that the boy boasted about how he was your favorite. Of course, his siblings took this with a grain of salt, clearly, their obnoxious younger brother was playing a trick on them. Though now they weren’t entirely sure.

There in Tommy's freshly cleaned room sat the two of you, it was almost difficult to make out but you were showing off some of your beloved trinkets to the young boy, allowing him to handle and try on whichever ones he desired.

“What! He’s never let me touch any of his treasures before!” Techno whisper shouted, hardly able to contain his disbelief.

“Touch? They’ve never even told me about half those things before!!” Wilbur spoke in the same, disbelieving, hushed tone. It only took a moment for the two boys to lock eyes, challenging each other for a moment before settling on a new target. Neither of them could be your favorite if Tommy held that title, after all, how could you ever pick them over your precious little Tommy.

“We gotta eliminate Tommy.”

“I agree.”

“Don’t bother your younger brother. You both know (Y/n) cares about you a lot, Tommy is the youngest, of course, he’s going to spoil him a little more.” Phil shooed his middle sons away from the bedroom, leaving you and Tommy to continue in what you had been doing from the start.

“Now I don’t want to hear any more arguing from either of you. If I hear any more arguments over this topic any time in the next month and you’ll have double the chores. Understood?”

“Yes sir!” “Understood!” The two responded in unison, neither wanting double chores no matter how deeply they felt about the topic.

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evelxtus · 2 years

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Hi hi, Zhona-san! Its been a while since I last requested something so I hope you dont mind me dropping one again to you hehehe! But first of all, tho, I love your new theme waahhhh its so cuteeee and fluffy😫💕💕 but anyway, lmao, can I request fluff with best boy (it can be scenario or anything u prefer!) Albedo accidentally traveling to the future where he found that he already married reader (which he was hopelessly pining in the present lmao) and he talked to his older self like "bro, better move that slow arse of urs before u regret it" or smth like an encouragement lol.

But my request of request to you, Zhona-san, please take care!! And happy early winter holiday to you!! ilysm 💖💖💖

- birb 🐦 anonie

Tʀᴀᴠᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ. ☁️

pairing. . . albedo x gn! reader.

warnings. . . you two are married in the future, i refer to the albedo of the past as pastbedo a couple of times hshds, and fluff fluuuff.

a/n. . . BELOVED BIRB ANON I'm always so happy to see you around!!! I couldn't help but write for this as soon as I saw your request, it's precious!! Hope you're good as well, I'm always here for you and happy early winter holidays to you too 💕💕

His feelings towards you were confusing, yet strong. Why did his heart beat so fast when you were around? Why can't he prevent his gaze from wandering off your figure as he watches everything you do, no matter how irrelevant it may be? He had already figured it was love, but he didn't want to risk anything for it. What if he makes a mistake and it's fatal for your relationship? In this field, it'll be the one in which you see the poor alchemist the most insecure about. He's so lost about this kind of love.

When Albedo accidentally travels to the future, he feels really stunned... it seems all the same in his camp. A voice behind him startles him. “I see you managed to do it, I congratulate you.” It was his own voice, with a tone of amusement from the confusion of the Albedo from the past.

“How... how did I do it?” he walks slowly, running his hands over the table, the books, the shelves as he passes. Everything looks exactly the same, but what he's really paying special attention to is himself from the future, who from time to time looks out the entrance making sure no one passes by.

“That doesn't matter, you'll see once you come back.” he responds with a small smile, crossing his arms, glancing at the other Albedo. “It's curious, right? You are from the past, I am from your future, but we are both in the present at this very moment. We certainly crossed our limits with this discovery, huh?”

The one from the past frowned at him, remembering something important. “And y/n? Everything is fine?”

“Look behind you. You have missed a few... important details.” he answers, and Pastbedo obeys. On the cold wall, there hangs a picture of the two of you together. And on the shelves there are some objects that you usually take everywhere. Pastbedo opens his mouth as if to say something, but he's too busy putting all the pieces of the puzzle together in his mind. He turns, and the last piece makes sense of it all. The Albedo from the future has a sparkling ring on his finger, showing it to him proudly after removing the glove, with a small smile showing 0 regrets on his face.

“Have I... married...?” he can hardly formulate the words correctly. His cheeks turn pale pink as his lips tremble slightly with excitement. He doesn't know what to do, he just stares at the photo behind his back again, looking at you, and only you. You are still just as precious as you're in the past.

“Why do you hesitate so much? Why did I hesitate so much?” Albedo from the future speaks again, causing the other to return to reality. “Look to you. You are in love. And look at me. Is there still something to be questioned about it? Come on, Albedo, move. Move at once and don't waste any more time. You'll make y/n so happy.” His voice grew a little higher and higher, the Albedo of the past staring at him desperately as his vision began to blur.

His hand reached out in a futile attempt to grab the clothes of the other Albedo, who was looking at him with a smile from his position. “Wait! There are more things that--”

And blackness.

Returning to the present, Albedo gasped loud, and he was welcomed into the timeline that corresponded to him with your hand gently pushing him towards your chest. To your surprise, he clung to your arm, snuggling closer to you as the thoughts of him reordered inside his mind. And although he was calming down again, he was still clinging to you.

And he was not willing to let you let go, not until he told you his true feelings, which now made sense thanks to that accidental travel to the future.

“y/n...” he whispers. He closes his eyes as he brushes his cheek slightly against your chest, grasping your arm more firmly. His voice's a bit breathy, his heart beating fast in anticipation of what he was going to say. The excitement of revelation running through his veins, the excitement of knowing exactly what love feels like, and it was like ecstasy to him.

“I love you.”

#💜— 🐦anon #genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin fluff #genshin scenarios #genshin drabbles #genshin albedo #albedo kreideprinz #albedo fluff #albedo x reader #albedo headcanons #albedo drabbles #albedo scenarios

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sneezefiction · 4 years

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soft seijoh sleepover

Seijoh x Reader - Sleepover Headcanons

a/n: the next team in my soft team sleepover series is Aoba Johsai! :,)) this one gave me so many feels. enjoy many hugs, sweet gestures, and fluffy feels @ a sleepover with our beloved, turquoise-wearing boys

warnings: none!

wc: 940

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you’d been managing the Aoba Johsai volleyball team since you were a 1st year, so you’ve had the pleasure (and horror) of getting super close with the Seijoh boys

back in the day, Iwa and Oikawa shared several classes with you & had somehow convinced you that you would be a perfect manager for their hectic team

and you actually believed them :O

but it was SO worth it. you have so many terrifying photos and videos, a nickname for each of the boys, and you’ve received hugs every school day since you started working w/ them

however, now that you’re a 3rd year, you’ve been searching for a way to show your care for the team before you inevitably part with them

which is heartbreaking to say the least… but you’ve figured out a way to leave them on a sweeter note

a ★Goodbye I Love You All So Much★ sleepover at your house

you’ve got stacks of DVD’s out on your coffee table instead of using N*tflix just to make Hanamaki and Kunimi mad

you also managed to set up several bowls of the boys fav snacks which consist of m&m’s, popcorn, chips, sour gummies (bc for some reason i hc that Kunimi likes those), and a sneaky milk bread just for Oikawa

and the boys arrive one by one

each one giving you their signature hugs:

Hanamaki’s is short, but sweet, wrapping his arms around you in a tight squeeze

Yahaba’s hug lingers as he makes some flirty comment about how nice you smell, but you just laugh and push him off of you

you’re engulfed in a wholesome hug from Watari and it was all precious and sweet like: (⊃•́‿•̀｡)⊃━✿✿✿✿✿✿

Mattsun’s is a Whole Embrace mixed with some goofy one-liners that makes you chuckle into his warm, fuzzy jacket - he always found a way to make you feel at ease & humor usually worked

HOWEVER the whole vibe is changed as Kyoutani grumpily makes his way inside, side-eyeing everyone in the process

Kyo simply looks at you, nods, and hands you a bag of store-bought cookies. to you this has been a successful interaction

but once Iwaizumi arrives, you literally have to look away to keep tears from welling up in your eyes.

he just stares at his feet with a somber, blushy expression on his face until he realizes that you’re not gonna be able to initiate the hug bc Emotions™

his hug is l o n g. and warm. and several tears are shed into his well-worn, denim jacket while he cradles your head

tears are wiped away only for Kindaichi to stumble through the door with a card and flowers in his hand bc he wants you to know how much he’ll miss you.

Kindaichi’s hug is short, but it’s intentionally that way because he doesn’t feel like crying into your hair and almost fails

You can breathe a sigh of relief when Kunimi saunters into your home bc you know he isn’t gonna get all soft on you

he literally just side hugs you and honestly you couldn’t be more grateful for the chill interaction

but the relief is short-lived, because THE Oikawa Tooru is the last to dramatically make his way through the door

Tooru has his most precious smile on, just how you remembered it from your first year, and envelopes you in a hug that all but m e l t s you

you don’t usually let him use all of his charms on you, but you make an exception since this is one of the last times you’ll get to hold him this closely

besides Iwaizumi, Oikawa is undeniably one of the best hug-givers because he naturally soothes you, letting you lean into his chest and rest your chin on his shoulders.

he’s definitely tracing small circles on your back and smiling into your hair which makes you entirely forget that there’s a room full of boys lounging around, watching this hug fiasco go down

“Get a room, you two!” You hear Hanamaki call out

Ah, yes, people are here

“Shhh! We were having a moment!” Oikawa whines, but you pull away from him anyways, rolling your eyes at the rest of the team

and thus the movie watching marathon begins

“Aliens” (by Tooru’s request) is first, then “The Greatest Showman,” followed by “Pacific Rim,” since you didn’t have any of the original Godzilla movies that Iwaizumi had requested

4 people pile onto the couch, squishing each other and getting a bit tangled

basically, you’re sandwiched between Iwa and Kindaichi (much to Oikawa dismay, bc he wanted to sit next to you)

everyone else is spread out on the carpet, in bean bags, across sleeping bags & pillows… whatever they find most comfortable

but the films weren’t exactly the focus

instead, almost everyone is making snide remarks, narrating, and sending memes throughout each movie while Iwaizumi is practically begging (threatening) all of them to just, “Shut up and watch!”

and because Iwa is literally about to punch one of them, you grab him by the shoulders and tilt his body until this head is laying in your lap & you’re softly brushing your fingers through his hair

you learn a lot about their film theories & gamer terms which only reaffirms your belief that they’re all just a bunch of nerdy, volleyball obsessed kids (even though they all want you to think they’re super cool and attractive)

but alas, it’s this goofiness that makes you so fond of them: the teasing and prodding, the illogical banter, and the casual & often untimely flirting from each of the boys periodically…

none of you get any sleep, but it’s okay because you’re cozied up next to your favs and they make sure to tease and love on you as much as possible, because you are just so special to them

you will miss every. single. one. of. them.

but to your credit, they are going to miss you so much more <3

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soft team sleepover series

soft shiratorizawa sleepover

soft karasuno sleepover

soft nekoma sleepover

soft fukurodani sleepover (in progress)

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tags: @cherryonigiri, @yams046, @miss-rin, @shou-kunn, @senkuwu-chan, @super-noya, @stcrryskies, @holaaaf, @sugacookiies, @vintgicals, @moonlightaangel

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mojjisxng · 3 years

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dance, baby! | prince!niki au

requested

pairing- niki x gender neutral reader (there is a mention of a dress, but anyone can wear dresses, not just girls, sooo yeah)

genre- fluff, angst if you zoom in with a microscope, forbidden love

warnings- literally one swear word (if that counts lmao)

word count- 1.5k

a/n- correct me if i’m wrong, but this is the best piece of writing i have ever done, probably because i spent a bunch of time on it. i feel really proud of this au, so it would be very very very appreciated if you gave it some love🥺😘 -issy❤️

mellifluous sounds from the string orchestra rose in volume, from a soft murmur up to a clarion call, which seemed to penetrate every nook and cranny of the Ume Kingdom; the ball was about to begin.

for palace servants like you, the annual new year’s ball is a taxing and mind-numbing event. the truth of the matter is that you had to rush from handing out drinks, to taking guests’ overcoats, to then clean up after everybody, all the while being treated like shit by most attendees. however, there was an upside; you were actually allowed to wear A GOWN this year. the dress appeared to gleam every time the dazzling lights of the ballroom caught it, and it’s blush pink satin with intricate gold detailing soft to the touch. although you felt gorgeous in your new getup, the wisps of hair falling from your updo due to the labours of your work, got on your nerves nearly as much as the pompous guests and the clanging music that hurt your overworked brain. after about two and a half hours of attending to the royal family and their acquaintances, you finally found a slot of time to stand and take in the jovial atmosphere of the party. weeeeell that was until you felt a faint tap on your shoulder….

now, the beloved prince niki was on the opposite end of the ballroom to you at the start of the ball, where he had to interact with all of his parents’ ‘friends’ (more like people they can use to boost the status of their kingdom). these tight-lipped exchanges usually surrounded the topic of arranged marriages, as an irritated niki had to listen to a plethora of noblemen’s daughters blether away about how great they were. all the poor boy wanted to do was let loose a bit and dance, but he knew he’d get severely scolded by his parents. you see, rumours circulated (very true rumours in fact) that niki had a passion for dancing and would always be seen leaping down the grand palace halls- giving him the immensely unfortunate sobriquet, ‘the pirouetting prince’. when he eventually escaped the clutches of the desperate and power-hungry party-goers, niki sprinted with superhuman speed to a secluded corner of the room. that’s when he laid eyes on you; not for the first time though. in actuality, you and niki had established an unexpected bond, which had started when you were mopping the floors of the palace’s spacious corridors and happened to trip right onto niki’s patent leather shoes. you thought he was going to yell at you, just as any other member of the royal family would, yet the kid only started howling with laughter. you were utterly shocked by his easygoing behaviour, mainly because you always thought that he purported the same air of regality as his strong headed parents, even at such a young age. nevertheless, that’s how your friendship, aaaand maybe some other feelings blossomed. this led to secret conversations away from the prying and disapproving eyes of the other staff, the monarch, and his wife. sometimes you two would sneak out of the palace to go on late night adventures in the city, strolling along the cherry blossom avenues, too engrossed in your own little world to care about anything else.

all of the air left niki’s lungs as soon as he saw your ethereal figure in the distance. even though your hairdo was as good as ruined, you had sweat lining your brow and your resting bitch face was at its highest level of ‘i want to die and i also want all of you to die’, he thought you exuded the most magnificent energy in the room. even the classical music, which honestly constantly ground on his gears sounded marvellous when he looked upon you. so he bounded over to you like a puppy to their favourite human, and lightly patted your shoulder.

you pivoted around when you felt the tap on your shoulder, and was faced with a dashing prince niki. a deep blush immediately tainted your cheeks and crept down your neck, at the realisation that niki was talking to you in public.

“h-hey prince niki, do you require my service?,” you stuttered.

“uhhhh yeah i do require your service,” he mocked your politeness, “i require you to come and dance with me. what’s with the formalities all of a sudden?”

“well i didn’t expect you to come and talk to me with all these people around; you know that your parents don’t like that we’re friends.” in fact, the king and queen despised that he was friends with a lowly, working-class servant like you.

“anyways, i can’t dance with you, i have a job to do unlike you,” you continued with a hint of jealous spite in your voice.

niki shot back with nonchalance as he grabbed your wrist and tugged you along behind him, “well i’m the prince, the future ruler of the Ume Kingdom, so what i say goes, which means you’re going to put that tray down and dance with me.”

and that was that.

gracefully, you and niki almost floated around the dance floor in time to the bounding waltz that enriched your ears. what you failed to notice as the both of you stared into each other’s love struck orbs, was the king muttering to his guards, commanding them to separate his son from you. it was a good thing that niki detected the shifty and brisk movements of the palace guards just in time to instruct you to run. swiftly, the pair of you manoeuvred through the swarm of people, bolted into the vast, luscious gardens and made your way to the centre of the hedge maze, built on the wishes of a five year old niki many moons ago.

when you reached the middle of the colossal maze, you both fell onto a marble bench, catching your breaths as though you had ran a marathon. finally, your heart rate decreased and you turned to face niki, who was already observing your every move, “niki, when they find us, i am soooo going to get fired, maybe even exiled. i’m terrified of losing you at the best of times, never mind us being caught interacting right in front of a bevy of your female suitors!”

“yeah i’m scared too, but even though i’m afraid, i strongly believe that we should do our best with the situation; let’s just try. it should be obvious by now that i like you, i like you a lot, so i think that we should change their outdated attitudes on the relationship between stupid social class and love,” niki declared with conviction.

“i like you a whole lot too, but it’s not that easy. maybe your parents are right to judge, i’m just a poor scullery maid, who has no parents and nothing to offer,” you replied dejectedly.

“listen to me y/n, you are the most fair and precious person i have ever laid eyes on. you are intellectual, generous and you have the best sense of humour that even the jesters are jealous of-”

“wait- are you calling me a clown?” you teased.

“n-no i didn’t mean it like that. i told you to just listen didn’t i? i’m not finished. you’re eyes hold the andromeda within them, you’re lips outshine the loveliness of the roses in these very gardens and the brightness of your cheek would shame those stars up there.”

the poetic words that spouted from the boy in front of you brought a tear to your glittering eyes. no words could leave your mouth, too choked up to utter a word, so you engulfed him in the warmest hug niki had ever experienced and smashed your pouty lips onto his porcelain cheek. that was confirmation enough of your feelings towards niki. even so, he whispered words of comforting optimism into your fluffy hair, “we don’t need the approval of anyone, we should be able to run for our hearts, run for our lives, run for our dreams.” he paused to press a tiny kiss to the crown of your head, but continued with all the solemnity he could muster, “we can make this work, we will make this work.”

so as the new year materialised into view, the young lovers could be seen under the pale moonlight and twinkling constellations, huddling close to avoid the light pinches of the winter zephyr and dreaming of their future together.

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merakiui · 4 years

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Wow! An imagines blog for afterlife! First one as far as I can see... I wish you lots of fun with this! I wonder what your favourite characters from the game are? For me it's going to be Sian and Quincy (I first think I was going to hate this little devil brat but here I am XD). If you don't mind you can do relationship hc's with them and characters of your choice if you don't mind. I don't really have anything specific in mind, just something fluffy, sorry for that! Welcome and have a nice day!

(Is it really the first? Whoa! My favorites so far would have to be Ell and Verine! There’s something refreshing about Ell’s optimistic energy, and Verine seems so soft uwu But Sian and Quincy are also growing on me too. Either way, you’ve got good taste~ Please enjoy these hcs and thank you for being the first request, anon! :D)

Relationship HCs (Sian, Quincy, Ell, and Verine)

🎤 Sian 🎤

He refuses to admit to his feelings in the beginning. Why, you may ask? Simple: It’s embarrassing.

So he does what any normal tsundere would do in that sort of situation. He pushes you away by feigning his disinterest.

Naturally, his behavior comes off as rude and abrupt, but you’re able to see past that cold exterior.

Whenever you send a smile his way or compliment him for his good work, he’s quick to deny it. Though the bright blush on his cheeks always contradicts whatever he might say.

Sometimes he thinks you just enjoy messing with him, if only to see him turn red. It’s quite cute, and you can’t help but giggle when he starts to yell.

“It’s not adorable, so stop laughing! And don’t call me cute either!”

Once you’re together, Sian drops his rude act and becomes very affectionate. He still gets shy over small aspects of your relationship, such as holding hands in public or even mustering the courage to kiss you whenever he feels like it.

Kati will definitely tease Sian whenever he talks about his wonderful, loving manager, and Cyrille will provide him with all sorts of scientific facts about the prospect of being in love, how long it exactly lasts, and why relationships are so important in terms of social interaction.

Sian does his best to ignore them, but he always finds himself getting embarrassed. “Stay out of my personal life! I don’t need your help!” Yes, he’s also blushing while he says this.

Underneath that tsundere behavior is a sweet boy who does his best to give you a perfect relationship.

He’ll take you to his favorite places to eat, claiming that you have to try some of the foods he normally gets. In return, you’ll open his horizons to the things you enjoy eating.

Definitely goes to karaoke with you! The two of you sing to your hearts’ content, sharing a few laughs at the impossible-to-hit high notes. Sian manages to surprise you the first time you hear him sing, and when you make a comment he gets extremely flustered.

On days where the weather isn’t the best, the two of you might stay inside to play card games, making small bets every now and then. Most of these bets are about the number of kisses or hugs the other will receive, and when that’s on the line Sian plays exceptionally better.

He’s written songs before, and now that the two of you are in a relationship some of these are about you. You wouldn’t have known about this had you not found a journal detailing different lyrics and song titles.

Waiting for a Sian x [insert utaite name here] collaboration.

When you confronted Sian about it, he became a mess.

Sian’s never let anyone see any of his creative work before, so this was enough to bring him close to tearing up out of pure embarrassment. He feels as though he could just die on the spot.

You understand his reaction, so you’re quick to close the journal, assuring him that you won’t pry further unless he willingly tells you more.

It takes a bit before he’s confident to actually show you and explain his thought process behind certain lyrics, but he trusts you enough and he knows you won’t laugh at him.

You’re his biggest muse when it comes to songwriting. (You’re also his biggest supporter.)

You’ll catch him humming under his breath to certain songs, and he’ll even start to mumble lyrics he’s made up on the spot. You’ll chime in with your own input, and he’ll be quick to write it down if it strikes a chord in his inspiration.

Unfortunately, his memory isn’t the best, so he often forgets things like anniversaries and special dates. He’ll always apologize with his head bowed whenever this happens, but you never seem too bothered. How can you be upset with someone as affectionate and caring as him?

In times of need, he’ll be there to assist you, as he doesn’t want you to stress yourself out. After all, it isn’t fair for his precious lover to carry overwhelming burdens all on their own.

You’ll always find yourself waking up beside the best boyfriend in the world, who will do absolutely anything for you. At the start of the relationship, he tried to do so many things to impress you. He cooked, cleaned, and made sure to always message you when you’re apart. Eventually, you had to tell him to just be himself and to stop taking advice from relationship blogs.

Please give this boy all the love in the world, and he’ll return it tenfold—albeit with a flustered stutter and pink cheeks.

🔥 Quincy 🔥

As the future Lord of the Underworld, Quincy’s quick to let others know of his position as a devil. Bow before him because it’s either his way or the highway.

He has high hopes for you and even higher hopes for himself.

Quincy will be especially impressed if you’re forward and confident in the relationship, but if you’re not that’s fine. It just means he’ll have to take the lead, which is obviously the best course of action, right? His judgement is flawless!

Just know that if anyone messes with his beloved manager, he’ll have no problem putting a curse on the unfortunate soul who decided to bother you. It’s all in good fun, so don’t worry about those silly humans who are now suffering under the weight of a heavy enchantment.

“Looks like my finger slipped. Guess you’ll have to use your puny brain to figure a way out of that. Hmph!” (Based on that cocky smirk, you’d say he’s quite satisfied with his work.)

He may even teach you a few things about the different types of magic, as he wants you to be as good as he is. Oh, but not too good! Quincy prides himself on his skills far too much to let anyone surpass him.

Every now and then, he’ll tease you about anything and everything—no matter how insignificant it is. Maybe you were late to clock in and Nyang Lead Manager scolded you, or perhaps you accidentally forget your lunch. Either way, he’s going to poke fun at those mishaps.

“Ehh? How could you forget when I reminded you earlier? Well, I suppose you can have some of my lunch. ...If you can handle it, that is.”

Spicy food is his life. He probably participates in those challenges at restaurants just to prove that he can absolutely own the competition.

Petition to get Quincy on Hot Ones.

If you’re also a fan of spicy things, it’ll be a contest to see who can handle the most spice. He ends up winning most of the time, but that’s mainly just because he’s a devil who’s used to scorching heat.

If you aren’t, he’ll be pleased to hold the title as someone who can handle extreme foods really well.

Quincy doesn’t like wasting his time on anything small, so there will always be a purpose behind what he does.

Your dates are quite the colorful variety, ranging from spending the day mixing up new elixirs to sharing stories about the Underworld. One day he’d like to show you around if you’re up for it, but the scenery might take some getting used to.

He’ll ensure that you’re never bored by dragging you around to do whatever the two of you deem exciting. When you get to relax from purifying vengeful spirits, you might find yourselves in the human world disguised under the deceptive properties of Humanizer to visit amusement parks, food vendors, and even occult shops.

The relationship is upbeat, and it keeps you on your toes. You’re never going to feel bored again with Quincy around.

Despite his teasing remarks and overflowing pride, Quincy values you a lot, and when it’s just the two of you he’ll be very endearing. It tends to catch you off guard; one minute he’s laughing about messing with Sian and the next he’s moving in to steal a quick kiss.

You’ll have to deal with any reptiles or insects that happen to cross his path, as he can’t stand them. But if you can’t handle them either, then you’ll seek out Jamie. At least he can keep them safe from Kirr and Aitachi. And from your spooked boyfriend, who wants those critters out of his sight.

Quincy will remind you to come to him if you’re ever worried over something. His advice may not be the most ground-breaking, but it’s the thought that counts. He’s willing to spend hours giving you a friendly pep-talk, and you’re bound to come out of your gloom with a fresh perspective.

☀️ Ell ☀️

He’s a ball of energetic sunshine, so be ready for a very fun, joyful relationship!

Ell always puts you first, ensuring your happiness and well-being.

Honesty is key in this relationship, and that’s mainly because he can’t lie due to his constant sneezing.

And that’s okay because he has nothing to lie about anyways! He doesn’t want to hide anything from you; he’d rather you know than try to keep it a secret.

Imagine all of the cute dates! The both of you could go to bakeries and and sweet shops to try all sorts of delicious treats. Ell would be fond of anything sugary, insisting on playfully feeding you while you’re out in public. Or the two of you could visit craft stores so he can get more supplies for his needle felting.

He’s very big on PDA. Expect lots of hand-holding, random hugs, and kisses on the cheek—even around others when you least expect it. He’ll always smile at you, commenting on how charming you look when you blush at his sudden displays of affection.

Though he’ll try his best to tone it down if Nyang Lead Manager says something about it during work hours. He’ll quietly whine and protest as he tries to explain that it’s hard to resist. He just loves you so much! His complaints tend to get cut off once he starts to sneeze, though.

Along with gifting you his needle felting creations, he’ll also play the lyre for you. He’d be so excited to show you all of the beautiful music it can make. Sometimes he’ll play a few soothing melodies if you have trouble falling asleep.

Speaking of sleep, he adores cuddling. You’ll probably wake up each morning with him clinging to you, the blanket cast aside.

If you’re fond of taking photos, he’ll let you use the light from his halo to brighten the pictures. It makes for a perfect ring light, and he doesn’t mind others wanting to use it. After all, Licht and Kati like to use it for their SNS, so you should too.

If you’re ever having a bad day, Ell will be there to make it better. He’ll do all sorts of things for you, hearing you out when you vent to him about what’s bothering you and even attempting to make a few tiny miracles happen. Anything for his favorite person in the world!

There are times when he feels down as well, but it’s not for long. You’ll always be there to cheer him up. He’s fortunate that you have the patience to help him put his negative emotions into words, and you’ll even sit through all of the times he sneezes. For that, he’s very grateful.

His heart beats faster and he gets bashful when you praise him, but he’ll always fire back with plenty of genuine compliments so you won’t feel left out. There’s lots of love to go around.

Overall, the relationship is so sweet and enjoyable. Ell makes sure there’s never a dull moment when you’re with him, and he truly believes that the two of you will be together for a long time.

He loves you with all of his angelic heart.

“I wish we could spend more time together, but Nyang Lead Manager is giving us so much work. It’s really not—achoo!”

💊 Verine 💊

At first, Verine wonders if the reason you chose to be near him is because of the desire to protect such a sickly Soul Reaper. It bothers him to no end, as he does his best to stay strong despite always having to take different medicines and vitamins.

Once he realizes that you’re not there to pester him about his health, he’s pleasantly surprised. He’s used to others giving him looks of pity, so when you offer your support he can’t help but feel warm inside.

It actually takes him quite a while to confess; the stress of it all was like attempting to find the correct medicine for a specific ailment.

Still, he manages to push his self-consciousness aside in favor of his heart’s wishes, and it succeeds! Luckily for him, since Verine believed his chances were very slim.

While Mori considers him to be a paper doll, you think the opposite. Your boyfriend may be physically weak, but he’s got a strong will and is incredibly gentle with you.

Even if he acts like the presences of others disturbs him, he’s actually quite happy to be near the Soul Reapers. He’s always interacting with the Reapers in Diluculo, but he finds that your company is by far the best.

Most of your dates consist of staying indoors, since Verine doesn’t like the overwhelming temperatures of the outside world. (Occasionally, he’ll sacrifice his comfort so that you can enjoy the outdoors every now and then.)

However, the two of you still find plenty of things to do while inside. From watching your favorite films to assisting Verine with his medicinal herb garden, a lot of these cozy dates are quite serene.

He loves it when you cook his favorite foods. Any meal prepared by your loving hands is a gift he treasures—so much so that he thoroughly believes it’ll heal his aches and pains. Sometimes he doesn’t know how to return the gesture, so you’ll have to reassure him that you don’t need anything. Just his love is enough, and that makes him smile a bit.

Verine is touch-starved since most of his living life was spent in a hospital bed and the only contact he ever received was from doctors checking his vitals. So he’s always eager to let you hug and kiss him.

He might not be into cuddling at first only because he’s afraid his constant coughing will disrupt the calm atmosphere, but once you explain that that doesn’t bother you he’s willing to give it a try. He ends up liking it more than he thought he would, which results in lazy days where the two of you just nap in each other’s arms.

He’ll always be there for you no matter what, and he checks to make sure you’re healthy. Your physical and mental health is very important to him.

If the the two of you ever get into a disagreement, he may bottle up his true feelings for the sake of pacifying you. In the end, both of you talk through it, and this allows Verine to slowly but surely open up about how he really feels.

Verine might keep a lot of his emotions to himself when around the others, but with you he doesn’t have to.

“Ah, I must’ve fainted again. I really am useless.”

When he gets like that, just tell this sweetheart he’s in no way useless. He’s perfect in your eyes, even with his coughing and eternal illnesses, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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mythologyfolklore · 4 years

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Your cowardice made us the monsters we are

(A/N: A little drabble from the POV of Loki and his children from their banishment/imprisonment until Ragnarök.)

Loki: My blood brother, do you remember? When in ancient times you and me mixed our blood and swore sacred oaths? You had just been betrayed, a lonely leader of a family which had banished you. And I was on the run from an abusive kin. We met after you gained the runes and gave your eye to drink from the well, but before you knew the prophecy. You knew not as much as you do now. Do you remember? You were wandering through the worlds and had nowhere to go. You were alone. Just like me. Do you remember? I saved your life. You had just sacrificed your eye and hung yourself from Yggdrasil. You, the first of the Aesir, looked at me, a fire giant too small-framed for his kind, and you smiled. I offered you to become your brother. I told you that I wouldn't abandon you. We mixed our blood and became siblings, not by blood but by oath. Do you remember? We made so many promises to each other. We promised to be brothers, to be a family. To share meal and drink. To support each other in battle. To share our knowledge with the other. To share each other's joys and woes. And so many other things, that are meaningless now. But there was one promise more. Do you remember? I do. You promised that my children would be yours as well. I promised the same. I remember. But you have forgotten, haven't you? I remember what happened then. You went to Helheim, to seek the advice of a long dead Völva. I waited for you at the gates of the land of the dead. You came back, paler than a ghost. The prophecy of the Völva shook you to the core, didn't it? You got all the knowledge that you have now. But was it really worth it? I didn't know what you had seen or heard, but I saw how shaken you were. So I comforted you and told you stories to cheer you up. I have always been good at that. You were so grateful. But now you're not grateful anymore, are you? You don't even remember what gratitude is. You have forgotten that, just like your promise that you would accept my children. You didn't accept them at all. Especially not my children by my beloved Angrboda. So what if they don't look like you Aesir? They're beautiful nonetheless. My oldest son, Fenrir. He is the wolf of wolves. He has my eyes and voice, my wit, magic and temper. When he takes his human form, you can see that he also has my freckles and ears. His blond hair and his strength are his mother's. But as a wolf, he has fluffy black and red fur. His teeth are almost as big as me. Fenrir is half as tall as the mountains of Utgard by now. But he will always be my little puppy. My second son, Jörmungandr, only ten seconds younger than Fenrir. He is the biggest snake the world has ever seen. He is so big that he encircles Midgard, so everyone calls him the Midgard Serpent. He has my eyes and hair and my intelligence, everything else he got from his mother. In his human form he's tall and lean like his mother. Fitting, in his animal form he's a very long snake after all. In his snake form his eyes are red, like my hair, and his scales are green, like my eyes. When the sun shines upon them, they shine so beautifully. When we were torn apart, his head was as high as my legs. Now, according to Thor, his pupils are bigger than an oak. But he is still my little Jörmi. My only daughter, Hel. Hers is the underworld, she is its queen. Inside her dwells the ancient, unhallowed and boundless power of the netherworld. She is neither dead nor alive. She is just Hel. She has hair of two colours. On her right side, it's silver blonde, like her mother's. On her left side, it's black. The right side of her face is rosy, fair enough to rival Freyja's. The left side of her face is dark from decay. Normally, that is. If she's angry, it turns skeletal, if she's happy, the left half of her face is as fair as the right half. She has my intellect, cunning and humour, but other than that, she is every bit her mother. But none of this matters to me. She is my beautiful little girl, my sunshine, and she always will be. And then there is Sleipnir, my middle child. Sadly, I'm not his father, but his mother. I gave him to you, because I hoped that it would save him from suffering the fate his older siblings had. Well, at least that worked out. Using my son as your steed, because he's an eight-legged, talking horse is just fine with you, huh? But you didn't treat my children with your daughter Sigyn any better, oh no. Even though they were Aesir, like you! My youngest twin sons, Nari and Narfi. They are-no, were their mother's spitting image. Black, starry curls, a small but strong frame. Safe for the green eyes that were mine. And they had my magic. I … I didn't even get to see what they would have been like, had they lived into adulthood. And look what you did their mothers! Angrboda, the Lady of Járnvidr, the greatest of witches. At least she didn't have to see what became of our children. She probably got the most merciful ending in our family. You hated her, because she refused to share her wisdom and her dark magic with you. But to me, she was the first woman I ever truly loved. The second one is Sigyn, the wonderful, boundlessly loyal, hot-headed tomboy at my side. I can't even remember how many tantrums she has thrown because of me. But no matter how angry she was at me, she was always there, standing up for me, even when everyone turned against me. Even now, after everything I have done, she's still here. This petite goddess is stronger than all of you. Angrboda is dead, you killed her. Fenrir is bound, chained through magic and your perjury. The magical chains cut into his flesh and you stuffed a fucking sword into his mouth so he can't bite you. You banished Jörmungandr into the ocean that encircles Midgard, threw him into it like a broken doll. It's cold in there, too. Not fit for a snake, no matter how big my son is. Hel is all alone in the underworld. Well, she is not alone. She has her subjects and her servants. But she can never see her family and we can't see her. Sleipnir is the only one you treat well, because he's useful to you. You turned Nari into a wolf and made him tear apart his own brother. Then you killed him. And Narfi didn't even get a proper burial. No. His guts are what my chains are made of. I've been chained to these fucking rocks with the entrails of my own son, for … how long? I don't even remember. Hard to tell, it's always dark in this cave. A few metres above my head, a snake is bound and her acidic venom drops onto my face, no thanks to Skadi. Fucking whore. It hurts like a bitch, when the venom hits my face, it burns my skin. But Sigyn is here, holding a bowl over my head, keeping the poison from dropping onto my face. She suffers so much, deserving none of it. My poor, dear Sigyn. You made her watch, as her sons were killed and I was bound with the guts of one of them. You told her that everything happening was my fault. I admit, part of this is true. But let me tell you this, I'm not sorry for killing your precious Baldr. Or for framing his twin, which lead to him getting killed as well. I was envious of them, both of them, I'm not ashamed of admitting it. I hated Baldr because you loved him for being sweet, innocent and beautiful, while you scorned my dear children for not being like that. Everyone praised him, looked up to him, when he hardly did anything to deserve that! It was me who did all the work for you! Not him! Me! And he got all the love and attention! And do you know what I hated most about your third youngest son? That he didn't become a conceited and arrogant prick over it. On the contrary, he hated it! I saw it in his eyes. And you didn't even know, being the superficial bastard you are. You just saw the pretty boy. Only his blind twin and I saw the miserable wretch he truly was. I hated Hödr, because you loved him for being so content with living in Baldr's shadow (literally, because he was the god of darkness and winter). He was the only person your beloved Baldr truly cared about, aside from his own child, of course. But most of all I hated him for being so much like you. He was much kinder and more sensible, but he was your spitting image. Even his gloomy, calm and aloof demeanor was just like yours. Just looking at him reminded me of you. I hated it. To cut it short, I hated them, because they were your children and because you loved them. Before I murdered Baldr, he and I had a little talk. You don't know, but he knew that I would be his murderer. You'd be surprised at how casual he was about it, after making such a fuss about his nightmares. He wasn't even resentful towards me. He smiled and still called me 'Uncle'. It was unbearable. And I realised something that terrified me: As much as I envied him and his brother, I loved them as well. I realised that I was becoming something like a surrogate father to them. I couldn't allow that to happen. I should hate them for being your sons. They didn't deserve to die, but I had to cause their deaths. I had to get them killed, before they could become like you. Baldr and Hödr were too good for you anyway. And my daughter Hel will take good care to keep them that way. There is no doubt, she is better for them than you are, much better. You don't deserve them. You took away from me what I held dearest. So I did the same to you. When you bound me, you asked me if we were even. I laughed at you. I told you that to get even, I would have had to kill Thor, Vidarr and Hermódr as well. You told me that I never would have accomplished that. I laughed again. Told you not to underestimate me. But the truth is - I could never bring myself to kill Thor. I've grown too attached to him. That's why my son Jörmungandr will do it. He has open business with him anyway. Both of them will die. Will I cry for Thor as well as for Jörmi? I don't know. I would love to kill you myself, my dear blood brother, but my son Fenrir has already called dibs. He will kill Tyr and you. I will laugh, as he devours you. I will weep as Vidarr avenges you and kills my eldest child. Will Sleipnir survive? I hope so. He doesn't deserve to die. But then again, when have the Norns ever cared about that. And then I will turn to the person who has always despised me, my dear nemesis. The relationship between me and Heimdallr is so complicated, you would never understand it. There is a strange freedom in trusting the enemy. We will kill each other. And we will meet again, in Helheim, where my daughter waits for her brothers and me. I remember the jokes and games we used to make about it. Kind of like you and me when we were young. When we became blood brothers, you had that mischievous glint in your eye, much like myself. There was a warmth and integrity in your smile that made me believe everything you said, even when I knew that you were lying. Now all of this is gone. You hate me. But that's alright, because I hate you too. You call us monsters, my children and me. That's true. But it was your cowardice that made us the monsters we are now. See you at Ragnarök. See you in Hel. I will never forgive you, Odin. Never. Fenrir: I trusted you. I was apprehensive after you had taken me away from my mother, but I trusted you. When we were brought to Asgard, you were the one who took care of me, when dad couldn't do it. I respected you. You were the only one brave enough. Brave enough to spend time with me. Brave enough to come near me. Brave enough to be fond of me. Do you remember, how you used to play with me? How you used to pet me and stroke my fur? How you and your wife spent entire days trying to clean it? I remember the smiles on your face, the laughter in your eyes. I remember how you were only one of three gods in Asgard who were allowed to call me "puppy" (the other two being dad and Sigyn). You used to play fetch with me, not with small sticks, that'd be ridiculous, you tore small trees out and used them as sticks. Hey, I'm a huge wolf, gimme a break! I looked up to you, like one would look up to a surrogate father. In a way you were mine, because dad was often busy. One day I turned into a human, just for you and dad. It was your birthday. I turned human, because making a gift is hard when you're a giant wolf. You were happy and you ruffled my blond head, while dad fawned over how cute I was. Kinda odd that I'm a blond, considering that my fur is black. Even my siblings liked you. You didn't mind when Jörmi snaked around your legs and you could look at Hel without cringing at the left side of her face, which is something only me, Jörmi, dad and Sigyn could do. Those were happy times. For a while I forgot that you and the other Aesir had taken us away from our mother. But then came that one time dad went on a particularly long journey for old man Odin. One day, I noticed that my little brother Jörmungandr and my little sister Hel had gone missing. I asked you about it. You said that you didn't know where they were. I noticed that glint of sadness and guilt in your eyes, but I was still a naive child and I trusted you. A few days later, you finally told me that Odin had sent Jörmungandr to the sea around Midgard, because he was growing to big for Asgard. As for my sister Hel, she was going to rule a world of her own. You didn't say that it was Niflheim and I, in my childish naiveté, thought of her being a princess with pretty clothes and lots of servants who would read every wish from her lips and one day I would be her bodyguard and protect her, because I'm her strong, big brother. You said sure, everyone who'd want to harm Hel would be scared away by my size and strength and I would be her hero. It makes my heart bleed to remember that. Looking back, I know why you lied. I was still a child, still a puppy. I wasn't ready to face the cruelty of the world. But a few weeks later, Odin accompanied you. I winced at the cold gaze in his grey eye. He said that I was growing too big for Asgard and that I would be moved to an island that was far away. I didn't understand most of it, but I did realise that it meant that I would have to move away from you and that I wouldn't be able to visit you, dad, Sigyn and my new baby brothers. I begged him to let me stay, I would be a good boy and do all kinds of things for the gods, just like my dad. He said no. At least I got to say goodbye to Sigyn and the kids, before I was moved to an island that was more than big enough to hold me and give me all the room I wanted. Said island was called Yngvi and was located in the middle of a lake named Amsvartnir, which itself happened to be in Niflheim. Yeah. I was alone there for weeks, until you and the other gods came back. You brought chains. Big, heavy chains. Odin told me that this was a game and that I would be famed for my strength, if I could break them. I was young. Still naiv, only a teen at this point. And man, did I ever want to prove myself? You bet! By this time I was already twice as big as Thor and probably twice as strong as well. I shattered the chains with ease and rejoiced. A few weeks you gods came back with even bigger, heavier chains. Odin suggested playing the game again. I looked at the heavy iron chains and thought for a moment. They were stronger than the last ones, but then again, I had experienced another growth spurt during the past weeks, and I had confidence in my strength. So I allowed them to bind me again. Breaking these was a little harder, but still easy. I quickly shook them off. But I noticed something strange. None of the gods seemed to be happy for me, not even you. That got me thinking. Next time you came back, years had passed and I was growing HUGE!!! What you showed me this time made me blink. A thin, hardly visible golden band that looked like it was made of silk. A silken band after two heavy chains? Now that was fishy. But they taunted me, questioned my courage and I didn't want to lose my pride and reputation. So I agreed to let them bind me, but only under one condition: one of them would have to place his right hand in my mouth, if they tricked me, I'd bite it off. They hesitated. Now it was my turn to taunt them. After all, if they were playing fair, they didn't have to fear for their hand, right? Right. In the end, you stepped forward. Again, you were the only one brave enough. But you had tears in your eyes. They were full of sorrow. It terrified me. They bound me and, just as expected, I couldn't break them. The gods didn't free me. They laughed. Except for you. Partly because you were feeling guilty for betraying me (yes, I could tell from the look on your face), but mainly because I bit your hand off. You didn't scream. You didn't shed a tear. You didn't even flinch. You just looked at me unhappily. And I hated you in that moment. Hated you, because despite loving me, you still managed to betray me, to put these false gods over everything else. I thought that it was your fault that I was bound, a prisoner. Now I know that it wasn't your fault. It was all Odin's fault, for being such a fucking coward. But I'm still angry at you. I was an innocent child, until you made me a monster. I will kill you, Tyr. And when I have done that, I will kill Odin, that one-eyed piece of shit. Jörmungandr: These Aesir are all pieces of crap. I mean, what did my siblings and I do to deserve this? First Odin throws me into the sea, like I'm some broken doll that a girl throws away. Then he sends my sister to the netherworld, literally. And as if that wasn't bad enough, they fool my brother Fen into thinking that they like him, only to betray him and bind him like he's a madman in need of confinement. Oh, and according to Fenrir, they have also bound our father and are torturing him for killing Baldr. And to add insult to injury, they killed our little brothers and bound dad with the entrails of one of them. Those disgusting trash bags. Why did they - no, why did Odin do all this? Why does he do this to us? We were just children, not normal, but still children. And if he had bothered to actually get to know us, he would have realised that Fenrir and I can be human too (and devilishly handsome ones too, if I may say so). Hel can look like the other girls too, if she tries hard enough. Heck, she could surpass that wench Freyja in beauty any day! But nooo, he was so appalled by what we really look like, that we were promptly banished. He fucking threw me into an ocean, I still can't believe it, after so many thousand years! I hate this place. It's cold and dark and with me being a snake, that doesn't go well together. I turn into a human very often, just to get into the warm sun and enjoy a little bit of freedom. Otherwise I'd always be stiff and have cramps. And don't even get me started on how there's not enough food for a snake of my size in this dirty puddle. Gha. It's also very lonely here. I'm the only one of my kind and since my family can't visit me, I have no one to talk to. Before dad was bound, he and Sigyn used to sneak away to visit sometimes. I remember that one time, after we were imprisoned, when she visited me in my exile and asked me for a token to give to my father as a means of comfort. Of course it was the middle of the night and yes, she totally had "borrowed" Sleipnir from Odin. I told her to pick one of my smallest scales. I heard from Hel that the Asýnja came to her and Fen as well, with the same request. The next time my father managed to sneak away (I wonder why Heimdallr tolerated this), I noticed that he was wearing a necklace with the scale Sigyn had taken from me, a tooth from Fenrir and a yellow and black curl from Hel's hair. I love my step-mother. If anyone is worthy of following in my mother's footsteps, it's her. She is the only decent person in Asgard, if you ask me. Well, at least the only decent one I know. She didn't care that we were two huge animals and a half-dead girl. She spoiled us anyway. Like we were her own kids. And I don't even know how old she is or when her birthday is. That's kind of sad. I never got around to ask her, no thanks to Odin. I can't believe that she's actually his daughter. I mean, she looks nothing like him! Sure, she's black-haired, but she's tiny, her eyes are dark blue and she has stars in her hair! How amazing is that! We always called her Sigyn of the starry hair. I swear, she must be a daughter of Nótt or something like that! She gets angry and yells a lot (mostly at dad and the other Aesir), but she has a good heart. Sadly, she's the only one I know up there of whom that can be said. I mean, isn't that what the Midgardians about Thor as well? Hah! How am I supposed to see the good in someone who took me and my siblings away from our home and mother? And speaking of him - I still have that scar on my head, where that bastard bashed my skull in. Seriously, what did I ever do to him?! I mean, get this! I'm swimming around, minding my own business, when suddenly something gets caught in my mouth, that tastes like beef. And when I come to the surface to see where it came from, something comes flying at me and then I feel this infernal pain on my head! I feel dizzy for a moment, before my sight clears and I recognise Thor in a little boat, about to swing his hammer again. There is a jötunn next to him, pale as a corpse. Come on, I don't look that frightening! Just because I'm a giant snake! But back to Thor, that bastard. That Asa actually bashed my head with this hammer! If I wasn't so huge, that blow would have killed me! Needless to say, I immediately dived under and refused to come back up. Good riddance, jackass! By the Norns, I hope that dad gave him a good ol' lecture, when he came home! Hmph. Trying to kill me for no reason, really. Just wait until Ragnarök, Thor. Then I will kill you! And I will do it for a reason. Yes, I will kill him and as many Aesir as I can, if it's the last thing I do. I know, it will be. But I still want my revenge before I die. Hel: Cheer up, you said. You're going to be a queen, you said. With a fancy golden crown on your head and pretty dresses, you said. You're going to have a kingdom, a castle, servants, subjects and riches beyond imagination, just for yourself, you said. Your family will come to visit you a lot, you said. You're going to like it there, you said. It'll be fun and pretty, you said. Lo! Here I am, in this cold, cold world full of dead people. The sun never shines here. When I leave my castle, it's hard to see my own hand in front of my eyes, that's how thick the fog is. And of course, my only conversation partners are the souls of the dead and my two old hand servants, Ganglot and Ganglati. "Fun and pretty", huh? You Aesir say a lot, when the days are long, don't you? And you know what the funniest thing is? I actually do like it here. Hah! Take that, morons! The dead have so many stories to tell and reading their souls, when they come in front of my throne, is way more entertaining than any book could ever be. They're not repulsed by my half-dead, half-alive visage. No, they worship me, they adore me! Ganglot and Ganglati are old and slow in their work, but they are special, very special indeed. Sure, the sun never shines here, but my world has a sun of its own - the underworld sun is like a huge black light. Pretty cool, huh? And inside, the souls of the stillborn provide a brighter light than that precious upperworld sun ever could. Bright to me, that is. But they wouldn't understand that. It's quiet here, not like noisy Asgard, but it's a nice kind of quiet. Little does Odin know that I'm wiser than him. I possess the knowledge of all who lived. Odin gathers many warriors in his hall but manier come to mine. But that doesn't make me any less upset. I can't believe that you lied to me. I can't believe that you took my family away, which was the most important thing in the world for me. Don't you Aesir know that family is the greatest, most powerful treasure a child can have? That nothing is stronger than familiar bonds? Aren't you such a tight-knit group? You despise us and our father. We're not like you, you say. As if you're ones to talk! How many other races is the community of the Aesir composed of! Jötnar, Vanir, Álfar, Midgardian… But you hate us because we're not as pretty as you. Do you even know how subjective beauty is? No, you're too superficial for that. My brother Fenrir is a giant wolf. No one looks more majestic than he does in his wolf form. Jörmungandr, my giant snake brother, is mightier and more imposing than any dragon could ever be. But they're not monsters! They're my beloved brothers! And it's not like they can't be human too! And I'm not a monster either! I'm not dead or alive! I'm Hel! Look at me from the right or make me particularly happy and you'll find that I can be fairer than Freyja! And as if that wasn't enough I had to welcome my half-brothers Nari and Narfi, who told me that you killed them and bound father with their entrails! They were innocent children! They were Aesir, two of you! Does your depravity know no bounds? And had my father not reason to kill Odin's beloved son? Was it not his right, after Odin tore us out of our parents' arms? And is Baldr not better off being with me than with you? He wasn't happy with you. You didn't give him what he needed. You didn't understand him like I do. He was your most precious light, now he is mine. He didn't want to go back and I didn't want him to go either. So I gave you an impossible task. But my father spoiled your meal again, didn't he? Hehe … you get it? He spoiled your meal and I eat from a table called hunger with a knife named famine? Hehe … meal jokes. They never get old. Anyway, since one creature refused to cry for Baldr, he stays here. And he will stay here until Ragnarök has passed. Then he will leave me again, as much as it hurts to think about it. But until then … I will enjoy his presence. Until then, he will be mine. He belongs to me. I love him. Surprised? Didn't you tell me that EVERYONE loves Baldr? Well, I'm no exception! And do you know what's the frosting on the cake? He loves me too! Now that's knocking you off the horses, huh? No offense, Sleipnir, hehe. But seriously. Even if you had succeeded, he would refuse to come back with you. He wouldn't go without his twin Hödr. By the way, Baldr angry at you guys for killing him. Hödr was one of you too, you know. But you don't care, do you? No, you only tried to ransom out Baldr, but not him. Seriously, dick move. (Baldr thinks so too) And then there is Nanna. She's pissed at you too, also for killing Hödr. At first we hated each other, but now we're gal pals. Hödr himself? Oh, I assure you, he's fine. he doesn't mind my relationship with his brother, in fact he supports it (you know, because he is awesome). See? They're much happier with me than with you! Hah! What does that tell you? If I was the monster you take me for, would they happier with me than with you? No! It's you who are the monsters! You mistreated my family, bound my older brothers, killed my younger ones, killed my mother and torture my father. You think I'm a monster, because you're a bunch of cowards. You were afraid of my power, weren't you? Were my father and my stepmother Sigyn the only ones who weren't? Ah, Sigyn. Yelled a lot and liked to punch dad, but she thought that WE were cute. She was one of a kind and a wonderful stepmother. I remember that one time she managed to come down to the underworld, only to ask me for a curl of my hair, just to cheer dad up. That was so sweet of her. I miss her, just like I miss the rest of my family. But at least I have my little brothers with me. But after Ragnarök, I will have them again. When they're all dead, I will give them a home. And we will be happy and together forever. Except that Baldr and Hödr will be gone. It hurts to think about it. But perhaps they will come to visit little ol' me. But it's long until then. And when the end of the age comes, I will lend my troops to father. I won't be there myself, I'll be too busy ruling Hel and Niflheim. Besides, I have to receive you all when you die. See you then, you worthless, hypocritical bastards. Nari and Narfi: We just don't know what went wrong. Our family was so happy. Mum was always there and loved us. Dad wasn't, but when he was, he spoiled us and told us cool stories. When we were really small, our big half-siblings came to live with us for a while. Mum spoiled them. They were weird, but it was fun to play with them, especially Fenrir. His fur was fluffy and he always let us ride on his back. And suddenly they were gone and no one told us where to. But dad was so sad afterwards. He cried almost every night. Then mum gave him a present and he got a bit better. The other Aesir seemed to like us. Our uncles Baldr and Hödr always taught us cool stuff, just like dad always did. And uncle Thor played with us and gave us piggy-bag rides. And suddenly uncle Baldr and auntie Nanna were dead. Then, a year later, uncle Hödr was dead too. They said that it was him who killed uncle Baldr. But that's impossible! He loved him so much! A few decades after that, they arrested dad. Then they dragged us out of mum's arms and took us to a far away place. It was only then that we learned that it had actually been dad who had killed Baldr. And then Odin said 'An eye for an eye' and turned Nari into a wolf. It hurt, being transformed into a wolf. Suddenly I saw Narfi and forgot that he was my brother. A few minutes later, I stood over his intestines and dad was screaming and I suddenly realised what had happened. But before I could grief, Odin pierced me with his spear. The last thing I saw was how they bound dad with Narfi's guts, then I died. We found ourselves in Helheim and in front of Hel's throne. We had never really seen our older sister, even in Asgard, because she had always hidden away. Now that we saw her, first she was a bit scary with her half-dead face. But she is so nice to us. Actually, she's the best big sis ever. She is so badass and lets us live in her palace, we can do whatever we want and she plays with us, when she has the time. Uncle Baldr and uncle Hödr are there too. They always have time for us and keep teaching us awesome stuff. Hel does so too, but she is very busy ruling the underworld. They all know a lot and Hel knows so cool magic, just like dad. And then there is our … uh, other mother? Angrboda. She is the mum of our older siblings minus Sleipnir, a powerful Jötunn witch and very nice, but also very scary. She's even smarter than Odin, at least we think so. She knows everything. Hel too. Maybe she got that from her. But we miss mum and dad so much. But that's okay, because Hel says that we will have them back eventually and Hel never lies. Sleipnir: Sometimes I wish I had never been born. Sometimes I curse the family I've been born into. Sometimes I regret that I can't just be a normal stallion. Hehe, nope. I'm a magical, talking horse with eight legs. Also, my mother is a shapeshifting trickster whose blood-brother is my master. Oh, and I have three monster siblings and two younger human siblings. Don't worry, I can turn into a human too. Woohoo. Joy, joy. I only met my siblings when they were taken from Jötunheim and stayed in Asgard for a while. It was actually them who taught me to transform into a human shape. I'm a grey horse with a dark grey mane and my mother's green eyes. When I turn human, my skin is pale, my hair is still dark grey and my eyes still green, but for some reason I have … freckles? Must have gotten that from mother too. Oh, and my mother is actually a guy. At least everyone thinks so. I'm not so certain, I mean he's a fire Jötunn and a shapeshifter, perhaps he's gender non-binary. Anyway, my older half-siblings soon were taken away and suffered fates they didn't deserve, just because the Aesir didn't like the way they looked. Dick move. Mother was so distressed. No. Distressed isn't the right word, more like mad with grief. He was in a dazed state for months. It was so scary and I was only a foal back then. Mother recovered afterwards, but I could practically smell the hatred boil inside him, the evil schemes he was plotting. He was never one to think logically. Oh mother, my dear poor mother, you're such a fool. You wanted to avenge Angrboda's children and murdered Baldr, the most beloved of the Aesir. Then you sabotaged his return. And then you rubbed it into their faces. And now you're chained to not only one but THREE rocks with the guts of Narfi, my little half-brother. Everyone in my family is gone and I alone am still here, serving Odin. I miss you so, my dear mother. And I miss you too, my siblings, even these of you whom I hardly knew. I will see you at Ragnarök, my dear family. And we will be together in Helheim. At least I hope so. I don't know, if I'll die at Ragnarök, but I hope that I will. I just want to be with you again. I miss you.

#norse mythology #loki #loki's children #fenrir #jörmungandr #hel #sleipnir #nari #narfi

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How Did You Mess This One Up?

Ravus Nox Fleuret (FFXV) x Reader

In which Ravus and the reader have an argument, but resolve in a fluffy turn of events.

This was a suggestion from @lovebeforethedawn~ I’m sorry about how this might as well have taken me a year to finish haha;;;

[No characters mentioned within this story belong to me]

When you had agreed to help Ignis in the kitchen, you hadn’t planned on actually telling Ravus of the details. He had always been extremely protective of those who he cared for, you and his sister being the first thoughts in his mind whenever his loved ones came up. When he had found out about the topic, it was only a matter of time before he grew upset (read: jealous) over the whole situation.

“So,” he paused to take a sip of the freshly brewed tea before him, “I heard from a... peer... that you had spent this past Sunday with his Highness’ royal adviser.” You sat dumbfounded in the comfortable lounge, startled by the fact that he’d found out to begin with. You furrowed your brows, but remained calm.

“From whom did you receive this information?” If you were going down, you would take the snitch with you. You had asked for everyone to not say anything to Ravus, seeing as he would instantly get upset about the idea of you, his beloved, spending your precious time with the royal retinue instead of himself. Of all people for you to have chosen to want to be with for the day, the Prince of Insomnia and his friends probably weren’t the best decision, as Ravus had some personal issues with them and all. But still, you went ahead and scheduled a baking session with the best chef on Eos, Mr. Scientia himself.

“Oh, a little blonde wouldn’t stop rambling; though, I’m not certain he knew of my presence...” You made a mental note to scold Prompto once you were done here. Ravus was clearly upset that you had kept such a thing from him though, whether it was trivial or not. You found yourself silenced, the dominating presence of royalty sitting before you not helping in the slightest. “My dearest, why would you ever chose them over myself?” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, glancing around the room at anywhere except for at the man who wanted all of your attention.

“What gave you the right to control all of my actions,” you snapped, questioning his stance on the affair. He sighed, rubbing his temple for Gods know why. Why was he so upset anyway?

“My dear, do not raise your voice at me.”

“I will do whatever shall please me. You know this, Ravus. I don’t understand why you’ve grown so upset over what I do with the people I consider friends,” you grew more frustrated as your words slipped off your tongue.

“Oh, and I am not allowed to be concerned of who these so called “friends” of my beloved are?” He was annoyed, that much for sure, because why wouldn't you simply listen to what he had to say? “Am I not allowed to express my unease when I consider you are spending your precious time with people who have not earned my trust?”

“What if they’ve earned mine? What if this whole ordeal had nothing, absolutely nothing, to do with you, and you had to go and insert your opinion into the matter.” He stayed silent, which left an invitation for you to continue. “Please, Ravus, I don’t understand what has happened to make you so upset over all of this. Nothing bad happened: I went there, I spent most of the day icing cakes, and then I returned. No more, no less. So what is it that has disheartened you?” Your tone had dropped to be calmer and more even. You hadn’t asked necessarily for an answer, but Ravus didn’t give one anyway. He stood, turned, and left the room wordlessly.

“The silent treatment, huh?” You asked yourself in the silent room. It was your turn to sigh as you slouched. You knew better than to go and bother him right away in general, but also because it was time for his daily sword training. Getting lonelier by the second, you sat alone, knowing that deciding who to spend your time with was not up to Ravus. However, that did not matter to him... You knew what had to be done.

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Ravus entered his kitchen, curious as to where you had gone- The silence was beginning to unnerve him. He wasn’t truly upset with you, and he was too socially inept, especially when it came to affection, to see that the two of you had gotten too angry. Worried and searching for any trace of you, he waltzed into the kitchen at an awkward moment.

At that very point in time, you stood head to toe covered in flour. The beautiful dress you clothed yourself in was fortunately covered, however by a floury mess of an apron. He raised an elegant brow, but stayed silent as he watched you fumble to stir a large bowl of what he could only assume was supposed to be cake batter. He lurked, amused, in the doorway as you continued stirring away, reading quietly out of a nearby cookbook. What on Eos were you doing?

“Oh, goodness- my love...!!” You stammered, happening to glance in his general direction whilst searching for the baking powder, which he held with a grin.

“Looking for this?” He took in your appearance once more, with the same handsome grin. “Even while you are covered in baking ingredients, you still look lovely, my dearest.” You tried your best to quickly snatch the baking powder from his grasp, but he quickly pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Ravus, I need that to finish!” You tried reaching for the ingredient, but he simply raised it above your heads. You scoffed playfully, a smile tugging at your lips.

“I propose a compromise: I will help you, and you will not make even more of a mess,” he finished by going towards the concoction on the counter, quietly continuing the recipe from where you left off.

“I suppose you have a good point,” you laughed, shaking free loose flour from your apron. “I really have made quite the mess, haven’t I... I apologize for all of this chaos, Ravus...” He gave you a shrug.

“The mess means nothing if I can spend my time cleaning it with you.” Flushing at his words, you moved to wrap your arms around his torso from behind. “I understand your reasons for being upset with me now. I don’t expect you to continue to forgive me for all of my behavior...” Ravus grabs a baking tin, pouring the batter carefully.

“My darling,” you sighed with a grin, “I have already forgiven you for everything- I’m baking you a cake as we speak! But I accept your apology, and I too understand your reasons for being upset with me.” He smiled, turning to face you over his shoulder. His face dropped a bit when you continued. “However. I do expect you to respect my wishes and decisions. I know you don’t quite like the boys... But please, give them another chance...” He only turned around fully once he had placed the tin into the oven.

“I promise, my dearest.”

💜

“Okay, you can turn around now!” As you licked off the misplaced frosting off of your fingers, Ravus turned slowly to marvel your creation. In the midst of your satisfactory grin as you held up the perfectly iced cake, Ravus stumbled into a quiet and repressed laugh. “What? What did I do?”

“My darling- You’ve written something wrong...” He couldn’t help but laugh when you cried out over your misspelling. You had rushed to write on the cake in a light frosting, but in your haste you managed to misspell a word. It read “I Am Noting Without You” rather than “I Am Nothing Without You”. Clapping both hands over your face, you curl inwards in utter embarrassment as your beloved laughs his ass off before you.

“Oh my Gods- Ravus, stop laughing! Oh this is embarrassing...” Your voice trails into a mumble. It was meant to be a touching, heartfelt moment between two lovers, but then it had devolved into fits of laughter. Ravus caught his breath before speaking.

“Oh love, how did you mess this one up?”

Thank you for reading! (I’m sorry if there are typos or grammatical errors)

#ravus x reader #ravus nox fleuret #x reader #ffxv #final fantasy 15 #final fantasy xv

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fallinglntokillugon · 4 years

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Rainy Wait Reward

[AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22375756]

A Sweet KilluGon One-shot by Falling lnto Pieces

Synopsis: On a rainy afternoon, Killua waits for Gon at the shoe lockers. When Gon finally shows up, what does Killua want? Part of my Japanese Schooldays AU!

Characters: Killua and Gon

Pairing: KilluaXGon, KilluGon

Genre/Mood: Boys’ love, Rainy Day, Junior High School, Japanese Schooldays AU, Fluffy

Rating: G+

So, I tried writing the next chapter for Erotic Exotic Pet, got three pages in, and had to scrap it. I tried again and got to the same exact road block, causing me to scrap it again. Today after school, I decided to write something small. I think it’s quite cute, and I can post the whole thing here on Tumblr because it’s safe~ Please leave comments and likes if you enjoy the Japanese Schooldays AU! (*Translation Notes at the end*)

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“Killua, what are you still doing here?” Gon asked as he turned the corner to find his best friend leaning against the second-year shoe lockers.

“I could ask you the same thing,” the white-haired boy responded, slipping his smartphone into the pocket of his pants before straightening up. He rolled his shoulders, which were stiff after such a long wait. Killua pointed past the entryway and out the doors. “It’s raining today.”

“It is,” Gon confirmed the obvious, leaning down to take off his indoor shoes. He opened his locker and tossed his boots out onto the tiles.

“So I was hoping you’d be around to share your umbrella with me. Didn’t know it would be two hours after school ended though…”

“Did you forget yours?”

“What do you think, Baka?”

“I’m thinking you did,” Gon gave a small giggle, sitting on the wooden slats to pull his boots over the bottom of his pants to protect them from the rain. He watched his best friend hop over to where the Class 2-A lockers were, retrieving his sneakers.

“Oi, praise me.”

“Huh? Why should I do that?” the black-haired boy asked in a confused tone as he stood up and slung his book bag over his shoulder.

“I didn’t try using any of those over there,” Killua said, gesturing to where the umbrella stands were located at the end of each locker row. Even though almost all the students had gone home, there were quite a few umbrellas in each of the three stands. Sometimes people brought one on a rainy morning and stranded it there when the weather turned sunny in the afternoon. Most were the clear white ones bought at the convenience store a few blocks from the school, so no one could tell them apart at the end of the day. Those tended to be left behind just in case someone could figure out which one was specifically theirs and wanted it.*

Of course there were many students, mainly male, that would snatch and use umbrellas at random on rainy afternoons if they forgot their own. Some boys would even brag about never needing to buy one, since extras could always be found in the umbrella stands. But, that meant a girl or two were stuck fruitlessly searching for their missing umbrellas. Killua used to be one of those types of guys, as well as a flirt who would charm his fangirls into letting him borrow their umbrellas and run off with it. When he’d transferred to this school, he’d been chided for doing such things.

Gon, the main one to chew him out on the subject, smiled widely at his best friend. He gave a nod of approval and a thumbs up. “Good job for not stealing, Killua.”

“And I want a reward too.”

“You said you just wanted praise,” Gon puffed up his cheeks. His best friend could be so pushy for attention sometimes. He walked down the row to grab the green frog umbrella Grandma Abe had given him for his birthday two years prior. It was big and sturdy, with good grips on the handle. He took it out of the holder and unbuttoned the button. Before he could give it a shake, he felt a pair of arms wrap around his shoulders from behind.

“C'mon, give me something for having waited for you. Two hours, Gon. It was so humiliating to stand next to your locker like an idiot for that long,” Killua complained. Blowing a puff of warm air at one of Gon’s ears, he grinned like a cat when he noticed the tip turn pink.

“I-I didn’t ask you to stay here and wait for me,” came a cute stutter as Gon furrowed his brows in embarrassment, “You… you didn’t even tell me during lunch that you didn’t have an umbrella, even though it was raining then.”

“I didn’t notice. Why would I look outside when I can watch you eat?”

“Because then I could have told you that I had a saitest* for math after school!” Of course, that was only one hour long. Gon had run into their science teacher after that, helping the man prep the items needed for tomorrow’s lab. Since there were five classes, it took them awhile to get everything in order. The black-haired boy suddenly felt a set of teeth nibble his ear. He let out a squeak of surprise.

“If you won’t give me anything, should I just take whatever I want?” Killua murmured, his grabby fingers creeping down the smaller boy’s uniform.

“Hey! Don’t do that!” Gon cried out, shaking out of the loosened grasp. He spun around, brandishing the umbrella like it was a blade. His visage was bright red, showing he wasn’t angry, just trying to protect himself. “I’ll give you a reward or whatever, okay? Don’t just touch me in weird places when we’re at school.”

“You don’t call them ‘weird places’ when we’re in private,” the Zoldyck teased, pressing his finger against the metal tip of the umbrella, flicking it aside, “even at school.”

“Well, then think about the security cameras!” Gon swung his childish weapon upwards, pointing towards the corners of the entry area. Indeed, there were three small black boxes that sent real-time footage to the Staff Room.

“That’s never stopped you before,” the white-haired boy answered calmly, slipping his backpack on before resting his hands behind his head, “and anyway, it’s not like they check them every moment.” To Killua’s surprise, his partner’s face became even more red and a bit of steam exited his ears. Such a flustered overload was absolutely precious, though he had no clue why that comment caused it.

“G-geez, Killua. I’m not… that much… of a pervert.”

“Pfft, you’re too honest for your own good.”

“Shut up. There’s nothing wrong with l-liking to feel good, right? You’re the one who always says that.”

“And I never thought you’d try to use it to justify how naughty you’ve become,” Killua chuckled, a seductive sparkle in his blue eyes. He gazed behind him at the cameras, flipped one off, and then started walking towards the school entrance. “Well, we should get going. It’s twenty minutes to your house, but I have to stop by a conbini* to buy some stuff Gotoh says we’re out of.”

“Don’t you want your reward or something?” Gon asked, following after the other boy.

“I was just kidding. You didn’t seem like you really wanted to give me anything anyway,” Killua replied with a shrug. He stopped at the double doors, turning back when he heard the umbrella pop open. “Hey, wait until we’re outside before you- mmf!” Under the cover of the frog umbrella, the younger boy’s words were cut off by a pair of soft lips upon his. He definitely had not expected, especially after that outburst, for the smaller boy to initiate such a sweet kiss. Then, Killua felt a tongue slide across his teeth. Truly surprised, he grabbed Gon by the shoulders and pushed him back. Body rigid and face blushing, he looked down to see his spiky-haired beloved try to hide a cheeky grin of victory.

“Sorry for making you wait so long,” Gon hummed, trying not to giggle as he bounced past his stunned partner and out of the building. Positioning the umbrella properly above his head, he spun around and held out an inviting hand, his chocolate brown eyes filled with affection. “Let’s go, Killua!"

(*Translation Notes*)

*In Japan, these plastic white umbrellas are everywhere. Some people put colorful paper tape on the handle to mark it as theirs, but for the most part, they all mix together and no one knows whose is whose. On top of that, Japanese honesty can keep some people from just grabbing one at random, which might end up causing problems for other people. On the other hand, at some places, there can be an unspoken system of "borrowing umbrellas" in which, as long as you return it the next day, rain or shine, you can take someone else's... and cause a chain of mutual stealing.

*Saitest = Retest, Make-up Test. In Japan, a saitest is usually after school. Since students have club activities, it shows them that they should do better in class so they don't have to miss the thing they care about. In this AU though, Killua is on the student council as a class rep and Gon is in the going home club.

*Conbini = A convenience store. Choosing from 7-Eleven, Family Mart, or Lawson, Killua probably likes Lawson while Gon likes 7-Eleven. The one near their school is probably a Family Mart.

#fanfiction #fanfic #killugon #killua x gon #killua zoldyck #killua #gon freecss #gon #hunter x hunter #hxh #japanese schooldays au #ao3 link #Killua is in Class 2-A and Gon is in Class 2-E.

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A Tale of Two Souls - Prologue 1/2

Gah! This is a day late! >_< Sorry, stuff that was out of my control. But I got it anyway! A million thanks to the lovely @foxwarrior23 for offering to edit this for me! I really owe you one man!

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3 days. It had only been 3 days since the Lightners left, and trapped him. Him and his entire kingdom. Locked them away in the darkness, alone. But as far as the King of Spades was concerned, that hadn’t been the worst part. The worst part was the fact that his beloved Queen was still missing. He’d sent every guard at his disposal to look for her. They had found nothing. Not a single trace of her. The other kings knew this could only mean one of two things. But they knew they could never tell their old friend. It would only worsen his grief. They would have left him in peace to grieve if it wasn’t for one thing.

“My king, even considering the…Absence of the queen, would you please tend to your son? W-We all have so much work to do, and it would help if you…” The King of Diamonds began one day. He’d found The Spade King out in the garden, staring into the pond. He looked gaunt, ill even. The once boisterous and lively king had not eaten anything since the queen’s disappearance. He even spoke less. Usually responding with one-word answers, muttered in a way that it would have to be very quiet around you if you wanted to actually hear him. It seemed even the fact he that still had a six month old son who was perfectly alive and well (albeit very hungry right now,) couldn’t ease his pain.

“I…I understand…” The Diamond King said meekly after a second with no reply.

“I’m going out for a walk, alone. Just to the Great Door and then back…” Muttered the Spade King.

“I beg your pardon…?"

“You heard me!” Shouted the Spade King, suddenly angry. The other king cowered slightly.

“O-Okay…You’ll go for a walk…Alone…No guards to follow you secretly or anything…”

“And I’ll know if you do. Got it?”

The Diamond King nodded and slithered out of the garden through the back. The Spade King left through the front.

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Man. He wasn’t getting that old, was he? The walk from the castle to being able to see the great door in the distance had been strenuous. The only way it’d helped him was it got his mind off of you-know-what and replaced it with pain in his legs. Oh well. He came this far, it would be worth it just to see the damn Door.

Suddenly, he stopped dead in his tracks. Something didn’t feel right…

He couldn’t pinpoint what it was. He tried to listen for something. There was only what at first seemed like a light breeze rustling the leaves. Then…

ehhhhwahhHHHHHHHHH!!!

No doubt in his mind the shriek was the familiar sound of a baby. The King realized that rustling hadn’t been the wind. It was easy to pinpoint the bush with branches thrashing about. For the first time in a while, he ran. By the time he made it to the bush, he hesitated slightly before looking inside, suddenly scared of what he’d possibly find. Regardless, he gently pushed the leaves and thorns aside, sifting through until he found the source of the shrieking hidden carefully among the branches…

A tiny, newborn by the looks of it Goat Boss Monster, wrapped in only a pink piece of fabric.

He was a deer in the headlights. He practically fell down in shock. For a moment, he thought this was some kind of dream or hallucination. Maybe his knees had buckled back down the trail and he’d fallen down and hit his head. Maybe he was currently unconscious and at home in his bed.

Sadly though, even after he’d pinched himself hard a couple of times, the infant was still in the bush screaming its lungs out.

Okay now that he definitely knew he wasn’t dreaming, it was time to get to work. Getting on his knees and peeking back into the bush so he could get a better look at the baby.

Just from looking at it, it looked pretty clean and dry, for the most part at least. Whoever had left it here had certainly taken time to clean it before abandoning it.

The King managed to push the rest of the branches aside, taking careful care to grab a branch that was pushing a sharp twig into the kid’s cheek. It had cut the skin under his snowy white fur, staining it red. But once that was out of the way (and some other sharp branches that had drawn small cuts on his body) he carefully pulled it out of the bush, the screaming died down as it was cradled in his huge hands. As he was pulling it out, it’s blanket got snagged on a branch. It instantly curled up in his hands, tiny tremors passing through its body as it’s only other source of warmth was taken away. At least it gave the King the chance to learn that “It” was, in fact, a “He”.

The blanket was retrieved, the newborn wrapped up and being held close to The Spade King’s chest. His eyes were squeezed shut, would probably remain that way for a week or two. The cuts on his body caused by the bush were already starting to scab over. He would just need a quick wash to get rid of the blood. He’d instantly tried to nurse on the King’s finger as soon as it came close to his mouth. He was probably starving. The King needed to get the infant to the Castle, asap.

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It was at least 15 minutes passed when the King had been expected to return. The other Kings were considering going against his wishes and sending out Guards to find him. When the castle rattled as the large front door was opened, and then suddenly filled with the ear-bleeding shrieks that they were all quite familiar with, only this one was more shrill.

“Thine Majesty! What hast thou brought that creates such a dreadful noise!” Rouxls Kaard, The Spade King’s adviser came from downstairs, complaining very loudly.

“Never your mind. Go get the other Kings, now!”

Rouxls decided against questioning what the king was holding, lest he goes into a rage and yells some more.

It wasn’t long before the entrance hall was empty except for the four Kings and the screaming newborn.

“I thought you were going out for a walk! Not to deliver a baby!” The Diamond king yelled in distress

“I didn’t exactly plan this! And I didn’t deliver him, I just found him…The poor little guy was all alone.”

“Aww! He’s so cute~!” The King of Hearts held his tentacles out for the baby. The Spade King obliged and handed him over.

“There, there little one…”

“It’s all white!” Cried the first Head of The King of Clubs.

“That can only mean one thing!” Shouted the second Head.

“You’ve got yourself a Lightner Baby!” Jeered the third.

“Now hold on a second. Clearly, white Darkners are possible. His eyes are still closed. When they open, only then will we know for sure.”

“For his sake, I hope you’re right…”

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There was no sun in The Dark World. The Dark Fountain in the west simply emitted less of its light gradually as the day went on until it was pitch black. Then, it would reset.

The King was thus not awoken by light shining through the window of the nursery, but by the gentle squirming and fussing on his chest. The baby Boss Monster had survived the night. The King hadn’t left him alone since settling down in a large chair with a bottle until both of them fell asleep.

The King yawned and gently stroked the baby’s fluffy cheek. His fussing ceased and he quickly drifted back to sleep. With a sigh, he laid him down in a leftover bassinet. His back and knees cracked from atrophy.

He continued to stare at the baby. Ralsei was what they named him. The name had just suddenly come to him as he was feeding the tiny goat. It was strange, it popped into his head and just felt…Right. As if…someone had whispered it to him…

His head shook abruptly. However weird it was, didn’t matter. He liked the name so that’s what he picked.

All of a sudden, another high pitched wailing from right down the hall snapped The King out of his thoughts. Lancer must have just woken up.

When he entered the parallel nursery, one Hathy and two Ruddins were in a sort of huddle trying to calm down the screaming prince.

“O-Oh! Your Majesty! Thank goodness! We were hoping you could-” The first Ruddin received a smack on the back of the head from the Hathy.

“You can’t just ask him that, numbnuts…!!” The Hathy hissed.

“Oh…oh yeah…I’m terribly sorry your Majesty…I-I forgot-” Stuttered the Ruddin.

“Give me my son, please.” Muttered the Spade King.

The three Castle Staff stood there shocked for a moment. Not only had the King acknowledged the presence of his young son, not only did he offer to take the pressure of handling him for a little while off of them, but he used the word "please."

Hathy hesitated for a minute, then handed over the Spade Prince. Instantly upon being placed in his father’s arms, Lancer went from screaming at the top of his lungs, to short quite whimpers, to soft happy coos.

The King’s heart seemed to burst and then melt in his chest. He stroked Lancer’s cheek similarly to how he had with Ralsei. Instead of turning his head to try and nurse on his finger, Lancer began to crack up, his tiny hand reached over and grabbed his father’s massive finger.

It was like the lights being turned on after being stuck in a dark house for three days. Since the Queen’s disappearance, not even since the Lightner’s left, the King had been unintentionally shutting his own flesh and blood out. Refusing to look at him, refusing to hold him. It reminded him of his beloved too much. And as far as he’d been concerned, the best way to treat pain is to ignore it. But now, as he looks down at the precious miracle in his arms, he thought back to the other in a bassinet alone down the hallway. Abandoned by his parents, left to die alone. He’d practically done the same thing to his own son. Only he was still here to fix his mistake. He now had two little boys with no one else that needed him now more than ever. And by Joe, he was going to make sure they never felt loneliness again.

Turning around, the King left the room, travelling back down the hallway to the other nursery. It was the same nursery the Queen had stayed in as she was having Lancer, before being moved to the other a few days later.

Inside, Ralsei was still asleep... Possibly? With his eyes still closed tight it was hard to tell at this point. The King carefully tipped Lancer over, so he was looking directly into the crib.

“Who’s that…?” He asked playfully. “That’s your baby brother…!”

Lancer’s eyes lit up soon as he said the word “brother,” like he knew exactly what it meant. He leaned forward and struggled against the King’s grasp as if he wanted to be let down into the crib. Though at first hesitant, Lancer was only six months old. What harm could he do to the newborn goat? The King laid him down next to his new adopted brother.

Lancer studied him up and down for a few seconds, felt the softness of his snowy white fur, then inches closer and wrapped his arms around him, pulling each-other close in a big baby hug.

The King let go of a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Then collapsed in the old chair nearby.

“Guess it’s time to see where the future takes us…”

#deltarune #deltaruneralsei #deltarune ralsei #deltarune kris #deltarunekris #chapters #prologue #fanfiction #deltarune lancer #deltarunelancer #deltarune spade king #deltarune spade queen #deltarunespadeking

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cutiecrates · 3 years

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Cutie Reviews: Sakuraco July 21

It’s so hard to focus on work in Summer, between the heat and wanting to get out to enjoy myself (and focus on getting things back in shape around here, and appointments) I haven’t felt much motivation lately. I had planned on working on this during the weekend, but for some reason things were acting weird and I couldn’t.

After this review, I’ll be posting my GachaGacha July box, and the August Sakuraco. As long as things keep working right, it’ll hopefully be within the next few days.

“Naturally the cool climate of Japan’s most northern island, Hokkaido, makes it perfect for a summer getaway. Famed for its beautiful lavender fields and unforgettable cuisine - it’s a wonderland for summer discovery.“

For this month the booklet talks about Hokkaido and one of its food makers, Hokushin. Along with Kibi Dango, Yubari Melon, and Hokkaido’s beautiful lavender.

Peach Matcha Tea

Sorry, no pic for this one, but there are more below!

This tea is the perfect way to shoo out the summer fatigue, with a mix between the acidic and fruity peach and the smooth bitterness of matcha. It can be served hot or cold, and because I was feeling adventurous and usually don’t make iced tea (unless its lemon that is) I decided to try that. I’m very glad I did because it tasted wonderful :3 you get the exact lightness of peach with a hint of matcha in the background, and it was such a pretty light green color~

Rum Raisin & Melon Soft Sand

(Our kitchen accessory for this month is the plate you see the sweets on.)

The sable cookie beloved by sweets lovers who like raisins (like me, but not my mom :P), it’s very soft and chewy, with two types of raisins dipped in rum and then baked to a light gold.

You know, I’ve never tried anything rum raisin before, so this was a bit exciting. It’s very yummy and I liked it since it wasn’t overly filled with them. i like raisins but I’m not in love with them, and as a house with cats, we pretty much forbid raisins here. I tend to worry anytime we get some, or when the neighbor bakes raisin cookies.

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Our next item is the first example of the melon-themed goods in the box, composed of two thin monaka wafers with a fun, leafy design and text, and filled with a layer of melon cream. Since you can’t see it in the picture, the cream was light green colored, like a honeydew. It’s the only melon thing in the box this color, everything else was orange, so it was a little bit disorienting to see.

Soft sand it isn’t, it’s very crispy-crunchy, but the cream inside is soft and sweet. It tasted a lot like honeydew.

Grilled Corn Senbei & Butter Mochi Senbei

Senbei are crispy, light, airy rice snacks that come in a wide variety of flavors. If you’ve been on this blog before then you’ll recognize them right away. The smaller, yellower senbei is made from sweetcorn grown in Hokkaido and roasted with soy sauce x3 I love Japanese corn snacks, and their soy sauce, so this was the best of both worlds!

Both were produced by the same company, Iwatsuka Confectionary located in Niigata.

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Our other senbei, the bigger, milky-looking one was made from powdered buttermilk, honey, regular milk, and kinako (a sweet roasted soybean powder) to create a sweet partner for the other one.

Okina Dorayaki & Hearty Age Mochi

We’ve all seen Dorayaki on this blog before, I honestly have nothing new or interesting to say about it. Our other snack is a bit more exciting though, fried little pieces of rice made from three types of natural salt and kelp. Their savory flavor will stand out against all the sweetness in the box.

I enjoyed the snack, but it has a sort-of grease flavor that I didn’t find as pleasant as eating it. It left a residue/texture in my mouth that I didn’t like.

Kibi Dango & Milk Mochi

Oh boy, here we go again with two matching snacks :D also produced by the same company, Tengudo takarabune in Hokkaido. Not only that, but now that I know the clear wrapping is an edible product known as oblaat, it’s a bit embarrassing not to have known that sooner. . .

Anyway, dango and mochi are a lot a like, if you didn’t know that already. Especially these types, which share about the same color, texture, etc. You can eat it whole or cut it into squares, both are guaranteed to a chewy delight~

The smaller of the two, the kibi dango was a bit on the generic sweet side, but I really like it. The larger, milk mochi on the other hand tastes very delicious, like a sweetened, creamy milk. It reminded me a lot of a cow tail, a chewy caramel candy with milk cream inside.

Yubari Melon Cream Sandwich Cookies & Milk Cheesecake

And we’re back to melon, this time it’s the delicious Yubari Melon. Which was born in Yubari, Hokkaido in 1957, when farmers cross-bred them trying to preserve their way of life. At their highest quality they are considered to be a very precious, luxurious gift representing a new start, such as marriage or moving into a new home. Some come out so well that they can even be auctioned and can be sold for a really high price!

This sandwich consists of two butter-scented galette cookies with a thick layer of melon cream on the inside, with a speckling of small melon pieces. The cookie was a bit on the harder side, but the cream was lightly sweet and very fluffy~

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I was very excited about this next one for 2 reasons: cheesecake is my most favorite food, and because look at it, it’s a bready-cake with actual cheese looking pieces in it! I love cheese, and cake, so I figured either way it’d be a win-win!

A soft, spongy milk cake with little hunks of cheese mixed into the dough to create a balance of sweet richness. The cheese bits confused me a little initially, because they taste like actual cheese pieces, rather then a sweet creamy cheese like one might expect. It was very good though, I’d highly recommend it if you ever see it. I’d love for the box to include more bready/cake items like this x3

Yubari Melon Jelly & Melon Mochi

We’re down to our last 2 items of the box. First up is this fun-looking jelly made from Yubari Melon... which as sad as it makes me to say, I actually really didn’t like it. I love melon and all, but for some strange, bizarre reason it tasted like tomato. I have no idea why, but that’s immediately what my mind kept coming up with, and if you’re new to this blog, I don’t like tomatoes. Ketchup is fine, tomato-flavored vegetable chips are fine, but don’t ask me to eat an actual tomato (which is funny because my dad loves them). The texture reminded me so much of an actual tomato that I couldn’t even finish it.

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This particular mochi is made from a melon puree, with white chocolate cream inside.

Thankfully, this item fared much better. It was probably in my top 3 for favorites of the box for its amazing cantaloupe flavor that I look forward to eating every summer~

Opinions

Content - 5 out of 5. The only item I didn’t like was the jelly, but I feel like other people probably liked it, and it was still really fun to try. I even liked the tea, which is rare, and the little plate serving piece we got was cute too.

Theme: 5 out of 5. I’m not really sure how Hokkaido is in the summer, but this box definitely felt summery to me. It was very refreshing, the flavors really did a good job of picking me up whenever I was trying/finishing them.

Total Rank: 10 out of 10 Cuties. I liked this box a lot more then the previous box, I’m very excited for the August box, which oddly enough I got very early (about a week ago now I think). I looked through it but I’ve patiently been waiting to really explore it.

#cutie reviews #sakuraco

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Beginners Guide to Memeteen

No one asked for this, but i made it anyways

General Info:

So the memeteen group signed under Pledis which also has Pristin, Nu’est, Orange Caramel and After School (Everyone has issues with Pledis don’t even get us started about them).

Group name Seventeen with 13 members because 13 members, 3 units and 1 team equals 13 (also originally they had 17 members but this works too).

They finally debuted on May 26, 2015 after being pushed back for far to long

debuted with the amazing song Adore U, and so far have had 8 comebacks: Mansae, Pretty U, Very Nice, Boom Boom, Don’t Want to Cry, Clap, Thanks, Oh My!

They also have an mv for their song Healing, Love Letter, Shining Diamond, Smile Flower, and Q&A (just scoups, woozi and vernon), Change Up (scoups, woozi, and hoshi)

Have 9 amazing albums: 17 Carat, Boys Be, Love & Letter (Repackaged), Going Seventeen, A|1, Teen,Age, Director’s Cut , and You Make My Day (buy the albums tho)

They made their Japanese debut on May 16, 2018 with Call Call Call! and released an album called We Make You

Units

Hip-Hop Unit:

Scoups (leader), Wonwoo, Mingyu, Vernon

-created the masterpiece that is Check-In

Mansae Hip Hop Ver.

Trauma MV

Vocal Unit:

Woozi (leader), Jeonghan, Joshua, Dk, Seungkwan

-created the masterpiece that is Chocolate

Adore U Acoustic Ver.

Very Nice Acoustic Ver.

Pinwheel MV

Performance Unit:

Hoshi (leader), Jun, The8, Dino

Adore U Perf Ver.

Mansae Perf Ver.

-created the masterpiece that is Highlight rip carats

Lilili Yabbay MV

Seventeen-BSS

Hoshi, DK, Seungkwan

Just Do It

Just Do It Dance Practice

Members

Scoups/Seungcheol {info} aka the dad

-So he’s the leader of memeteen, #1 dad lets be real, longest trainee in svt, someone please give this boy a puppy he just needs a dog in his life okay. super sweet and caring, best leader ever honestly no one else could handle those other 12 boys.

-appeard in Nu’est Face MV, After School Blue’s ‘Wonder Boy’ MV, Happy Pledis ‘Love Letter’ MV (pledis boys ver)

Jeonghan {info} aka the mom

-one of his nicknames in angel, but don’t let that fool you, he’s a swindler. Will not hesitate to cheat watch out for this one. sleeps everywhere possible anytime possible. each comeback his hair gets shorter, lets just hope he doesn’t go bald. Exo’s Sehuns worst nightmare.

Joshua/Jisoo {info} aka the church boy

-Instagram

-Oh shua, our beloved meme and church oppa this is a very dead joke now plz dont use it but if you see it thats shua. 1/2 of american line. Seems quiet and normal but the longer you know him the weirder you realise he truely is. Has a weird obsession with aliens (1,2) Stan talent, stan pindropping shua. huge anime lover. He has also had pink and purple hair and every carat cried

-beautifully covered Overcome with Nu’est’s Minhyun

-The jokes that never die: Drink water, not Alcohol, when in doubt, sings Sunday Morning, and his crappy beautiful rapping

Jun/Junhui {info} aka the real mom of the group

-Crazy for you cover

-1/2 of china line. Best eye rolls the world will ever know. people call him greasy, hes not reall but whatever. very sassy. his legendary part in Mansae that makes him look like the McDonalds logo. Also the time he dressed up in an actually carrot costume.

Films: The Pye-Dog {pt.1 pt.2} (sorry i couldn’t find it in one part), Ip Man: The Legend Is Born, Intouchable (a series)

Hoshi/Soonyoung {info} aka naega hosh

-Okay so choreographs all their dances goals so naturally, best dancer ever. LOUD. Also shinee’s biggest fanboy, if you thought that you were shinees biggest fan ur wrong its Hosh proof: 1, 2, 3. a cute little hamster i die everyday. 10 hours 10 minutes. Black belt in Taekwondo... why dont we ever get to see anything ??

-appered in Nu’est Face MV, and Hello Venus Venus MV

Wonwoo {info} aka rbf master

-was originally a singer, but switched to rapping before debuting, so not only does wonu have an amazing voice but can rap suuuuuper well, and can easily switch between the two its stunning. always calm and usually has an rbf but hes actaully really fun love our emo wonwoo. kinda reminds me of a sloth but i love him even more becasue of that lol

-appered in Nu’est Face MV, and Hello Venus Venus MV

Woozi/Jihoon {info} aka smol fairy devil

-fear him. He may look tiny and soft but he will crush you. Composes almost all of svt’s songs. Super cute and hes coming to except this as time goes on lmao. shortest member. one of the big reasons svt became a self producing group

- first to get a solo in svt called Simple

-appered in Nu’est Face MV, and Hello Venus Venus MV

Dk/Seokmin {info} aka literal sunshine

the sunshine of svt, always smiling. i saw a video of him crying once and my world shattered. LOUD pt2. super funny i love him. one of the most stable vocals in svt. can hit those high notes like nobody else.

-has this beautiful cover

Mingyu {info} aka gaint germ

-Instagram

-walking puppy? yes actually he is. also a gaint germ (1,2) so get ready. sneezes everywhere then touches everything. can go from cute to sexy with no time in between its insane. If he’s not your bias he’s your bias wrecker. Wild orange hair durning Check In era end everyone made fun of him or loved it no in between.

-Svt’s personal hairstylist

-appered in Nu’est Face MV, and Hello Venus Venus MV

The8/Minghao {info} aka arthao

-Instagram

-Literally has become the biggest artist in the world what an icon

-other half of chine line. last member to join the group. He did b-boying in china for like 6 years. here is baby hao b-boying at age 12 (he’s the tallest skinny guy and also the leader). crazy good Martial arts skills. comes off super cute a fluffy and sweet with that voice and all but a serious thug tho like 1, 2, 3

Seungkwan {info} aka future mc

-Instagram

Boo Seungkwan our sassy little guy that i love more than life itself. LOUD pt3. gonna star in the next hollywood film because of his flawless acting. Also one of the most stable vocals in svt. hits high notes so easily its not fair (like in pretty u i died). a cutie from jeju. Koreas next best MC watch out world Seungkwan is coming. pretty much helps set the happy fun tone in svt

-covered Beautiful Tomorrow perfectly

Vernon/Hansol {info} aka the living meme

oh vernon. other half of american line. best friends with Seungkwan. literally a walking meme. anything he does is dumb and i love it. example: his weird dance from Boom Boom. lots of Hotline Bling. His iconic: “mom, i won this.” terrible hair durning mansae era

-was on “Kids Explore Life” when he was little. Also a contestant on ‘JTBC Made in U’ .... headlines headlines ....

-appeared on one of Eric Nams Can’t Help Myself stages and Hello Venus ‘Venus’ MV, Sickness ft. Eunwoo of Pristin

Dino/Chan {info} aka the baby

The baby of the group. Once a baby always a baby. Dino, nugu aegi? tragic hair durning mansae era as well. best glow up of the world let me tell you i called this. Like if you think jungkook of bts had a glow up time to meet Lee Chan because his was more intense and if not faster. Fresh out of High school and living life large lol

-This amazing fancam

-his song Zero (here is the performance) and you can bet i cried when i heard this. He grew up so fast T.T

Other

Active Twitter Fansites

Seventeen’s One Fine Day: Season 1: {1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9}, Season 2

Best Stages

Girl Group Medley / Relay

Sorry Sorry cover

Happiness

Tell Me (Immortal Songs)

Boy Group Remix

Bindaetteok Gentleman

My Ears Candy (Jun and Mingyu)

My Ears Candy (Seungkwan and DK)

Who (performance unit) oddly enough this song isn’t talked about much, i think it killed every carat cause it killed me

Decalcomanie

and some of my personal faves: Show Me Your Love, Honey + Very Nice (Remix), 2016 Melon awards: Very Nice

Dance Practices/Part Switches

Adore U: Fixed Ver, Follow Ver, Part Switch Ver

Mansae: Hide Ver, Seek Ver, Follow Me Ver, Part Switch Ver

Pretty U: Love Ver, Letter Ver, Dear Carat Ver

Very Nice: Roof Top Ver, Dance Practice Ver, Part Switch Ver

Boom Boom: Front Ver, Review Ver, Santa Ver

Don’t Wanna Cry: Front Ver, Review Ver, Part Switch Ver

Clap: Practice

Thanks: Choreography Video

Other Video worth mentioning: Highlight (13 Member Ver), No. 1 Cover, Without You

Offical Links:

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Extra

Seventeen TV

Boys Wish Kindergarten Skit

Bongbong gyus precious child (a few of the many insta posts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, also bongbongie has no gender so stan talent)

the famous English Time w/ Svt

the memeteen diaries (ive never laughed so hard tbh)

ISAC aerobics - inspired by Transformers

ISAC 400m Dash

ISAC warm up dance created by our boys (ft dokyeoms singing)

Seventeen and Monsta x interactions (they’re debut buddies if you don’t die everytime they interact with each other you are doing something wrong)

Seventeen x Nu’est stage Heaven (aka the best crossover the world has yet to see)

so yah stan talent stan my memes Seventeen

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