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fyodorloveclub · 2 years

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⋆ SLEEPING ALONE? ⋆

headcanon ➫ BSD boys when they come home to find you sleeping with their clothes (ft. dazai, chuuya, akutagawa)

notes ➫ mostly gender neutral reader, 1 or 2 references to afab, some sex references

dazai

Dazai came home in the middle of the day because he got bored at work and he’s a fucking menace to society

You had spent the night and then stayed because you had the day off, were not expecting him to be home until later

(But honestly you should expect anything and everything from Dazai)

You had been picking up clothes that were thrown on the floor last night after some ~fun~

Picked up his button down and had this weird moment where you really missed him even though you just saw him, and he was coming home later

(You were probably about to start your period)

You laid back down with his shirt but accidentally fell asleep

(He kept you up very late)

Anyway, back to Dazai showing up

Evil laughs while he slips out his phone to take a pic that he would probably harass you with later

Re: menace to society

It does really warm his heart though, he absolutely adores you in every single way

He crouches down next to you and gently brushes your hair out of your face so he can press a little kiss to your forehead :”)

He jokes around and is a silly little man but truly no one has ever loved him as fiercely and deeply as you do

So he just sits next to you for a little bit, thinking abt this and how much he loves you back

He sighs before pulling back the covers and laying down with you, gathering you up all tight in his arms

You unconsciously toss the shirt to the side before fuckin bear hugging the poor man (still asleep, not much can wake you)

He sees you smile a little bit since you get to hug an actual Dazai :)

Realizes he absolutely cannot get up no matter what now, lest he disturb your slumber

Texts Kunikida that he can’t come back in for the day, puts his phone on DND because he knows its about to get absolutely blown up by the poor man who just wants to do his silly little job

Kisses your forehead a billion times before getting all comfy and falling asleep too :-)

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

chuuya

Returns back to his apartment after a weeklong trip away on some sort of evil business trip who knows

He opens the door to his bedroom to see you sleeping in his bed, with one of his black trench coats wrapped around you

Slightly catches him off guard bc you don’t live together, but you obvi have a key so like not that weird

Laughs a silly little Chuuya chuckle before getting ready for bed himself

He doesn’t want to disturb you just yet

Idk I just love to imagine the boys and their silly little nighttime routines

I like to imagine Chuuya’s isn’t anything complicated but does take the time to brush his teeth, wash his face and moisturize (only uses the right things bc you bought them for him), and brush his hair before conking out

Makes his way over to the bed to gently shake you awake, whispering your name

Your eyes flutter open and take a second to take in the situation and the person waking you up

But as soon as you do, you’re wide awake and absolutely throw yourself onto the poor man who is probably very tired

He catches you but laughs, petting your hair as you squeeze the absolute shit out of him

“I’m so happy you’re finally home :’)”

“Me too, baby”

He asks why you have his coat wrapped around you, surely that cannot be comfortable to sleep in

Your cheeks heat up because you’re just a lil embarrassed

“I really missed you, and having your coat on felt like you were hugging me :(“

He feels both adoration because that’s so sweet, but sadness because he hated that him leaving you made you so sad

He pulls the coat off you and tosses it off the side of the bed

Pulls you into his arms and hugs you so tightly, bc damn he’ll be better than a stupid coat

You relax into the touch that you missed you so so much

You stick your hands up his shirt to feel his skin

He yelps because your hands are fuckin cold

“Is this better, my love?”

“So much better”

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

akutagawa

Comes home after a long day with the pm to see you curled up on the couch, holding his t-shirt to your chest

(we’re assuming he has to own t-shirts I mean c’mon there’s no way he sleeps with that frilly ass blouse on)

You very clearly had been folding fresh laundry when you conked out

For a reason Akutagawa cannot understand his t-shirt comforted you enough to lull you into an accidental nap

(You knew why; he is cold to the entire world but an angel to you)

He’s annoyed at first, old Akutagawa kicking in where he does that thing of getting pissed at nothing

Reassesses the situation and actually realizes it’s very endearing

Still absolutely cannot grasp why you find so much comfort in him

He crouches down to try to take the shirt from you to wake you up so he can shoo you to bed (nicely, of course)

You have that shit in a death grip

He sighs the Akutagawa Sigh™

“Love, c’mon, let me take you to bed”

“hMppHHH, Ryuuu” (you are not roused easily)

He is finally able to wake your ass up

Takes you by the hand to lead you gently to the bedroom so he can put you to sleep, obvi with the intention of joining you

Must undress from earlier mentioned frilly ass blouse

That shirt will have to be pried from your cold dead fingers

Sheds frilly ass blouse, brushes teeth, makes last minute evil phone calls, etc, before crawling into the futon with you

As soon as he lays down with you, you immediately toss the t-shirt and throw yourself onto him

He does a little oof

- You wrap your arms around him and he does the same, pressing a kiss to your forehead

“Love, can I ask why you fell asleep with my t-shirt”

“Mmmmm, smells just like you. Dryer made it feel warm and cuddly like you.”

Aku hmmphs at the warm and cuddly part, but it secretly endears him

“But don’t need the shirt anymore, I got the real thing. Smells and warmth and all,” you whisper before nodding back off to sleep

You reach for him unconsciously and he pulls you even closer to him

Again he literally cannot grasp the concept of someone loving him for the entirety of who he is, but has come to accept it from you very gratefully

He has a very hard time saying it, but your love for his little things, something as small and specific as his scent (which he was not aware of), makes his heart swell with joy

Grinch moment where his heart grew 3 times its size or something

Will happily take the place of cuddled t-shirt any day <3

#didnt wanna post this rn but im gonna be gone #hence the shit theme #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #akutagawa x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs imagines #sealed with a kiss ♡#flora’s fics

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borathae · 5 months

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"Spending time with Yoongi will always make your day better."

Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x Witch!Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Slice of Life Fluff

Warnings: love and being in love and loving each other, they're cooking together and they're happy and in love!!!, also they hug each other and LOVE each other 😭, also their teamwork in all parts of life just breaks me apart, they're the one true couple, i apologise i love them so much

Wordcount: 2.4k

a/n: i hope that this can cheer you guys up a little. now i'm crying because i don't want my forever seven to leave and love this couple so much :(

Sometimes days aren’t good, but describing them as a bad day doesn’t fit either. You can feel that something was off, but you also can’t describe what exactly it is that is off. You just know that something is wrong. It makes you restless and uneasy, yet at the same time hinders you from doing anything at all. It once again, must be brought to attention that it isn’t enough for it to be a bad day. You know how paralysis because of mental struggles feels like and this isn’t that. You simply feel restless and unable to do anything against it.

You tried to fight the feeling come the later hours of the afternoon, but not even reading helped. As a matter of fact, you managed to read half a page and then you lost interest again. Taking care of your plants entertained you for an hour before you felt too exhausted to continue and you gave up.

Which leads us to the current moment in the estate’s main kitchen. It is empty, safe for you and you are currently trying to entertain yourself by making tea. You let out a loud sigh, sagging your shoulders. You feel so weird. You don’t like feeling this way. Not one bit.

“Hey princess”, Yoongi enters the kitchen.

You turn, studying him from head to toe. He is walking to you, rolling his head as he does to get the stiffness out of his neck.

“Hey, love. How did it go?”

“Good. Meredith and I finally finished the spell to close the gateway”, he says and gives you a kiss on your cheek, “we can get rid of the leak tomorrow.”

Meredith’s coven struggles with a dark magic leak not far from their place and Yoongi has been in magical connection with Meredith all day, working in the library whilst she worked in her own. Together they constructed a spell which will hopefully close the leak for good.

“That’s amazing news. You guys are so cool”, you say and turn back to the kettle. The water finished boiling and you need to fill your mug.

“Yeah, hopefully it’ll work ‘cause otherwise we need to think of something else.”

“No matter the outcome, I’m sure you guys will be successful in the end. I believe in you.”

“Thank you, princess. That motivates me”, he says and closes the distance so he could drape his arm around your waist. He rests his chin on your shoulder, rubbing your side softly, “how was your day?”

“Wow Yoongi”, you say and let out a loud sigh, “thank you so much for asking because I literally can’t take it anymore. Today’s such a poopy day and I don’t even know why.”

“Really? What happened?” he asks worriedly, hugging you.

You shrug your shoulders.

“Nothing happened, that’s the thing. It’s not even a bad day and I don’t feel sad or anything, but it’s not a good day either.”

“That’s okay. You can have neutral days.”

“But it’s not a neutral day. It’s a…a...I guess it’s an uncomfortable day, but not uncomfortable enough to be upset about it. I just constantly dislike what is happening to me. Even your hug makes me feel weird.”

“Sorry”, Yoongi says and gives you space instantly.

“Don’t apologise. It was a nice hug, but today I just constantly feel murgh”, you make the sound, “like that sound. Murgh.”

“Did you do something, which could have triggered it?”

“No, I just lied around until I felt uneasy, I tried to read and garden but even that felt weird. Now I’m here. Making tea and feeling murgh.”

“Maybe you’re just bored.”

“Bored?”

Yoongi nods his head, “I know I feel weird when I lie around and do nothing. I get bored and weirdly stressed out for not achieving anything.”

“Yes exactly. Thank you. This is exactly how I feel. It’s so late already and I haven’t done anything productive today. Now I feel like I need to do something or else I’d have wasted this day, but nothing interests me.”

“Mhm, I understand. I’m sorry you feel this way, princess. I don’t think you wasted your day. You just did some resting. That’s already enough.”

“I guess”, you say and sign, “I know how you mean it and I know it’s enough to just do nothing sometimes, but I really wanted today to be productive.”

“I understand. Maybe we could still do something productive?”

“No, it’s okay. You already did so much with Meredith today. I don’t wanna take cozy time away from you just ‘cause I can’t get to rest today.”

“I wouldn’t mind. We could do one of those murder mystery games together. We still gotta solve the case with the glovebox. You know the one where you fell asleep on my lap last time?”

You laugh, nodding your head. You were three hours into the game when sleepiness dragged you down and you fell asleep with your head on his lap as he read you one of the clues. It wasn’t your fault, Yoongi played with your hair and it knocked you out.

“That’s cozy enough for me. We could continue the game”, Yoongi says.

You glance at him. Yoongi grins.

“I know that look. You wanna do a murder mystery together, don’t you?”

“Yeah maybe”, you confess, “that game is so much fun.”

“Yeah, it’s really fun”, he agrees and opens the fridge to hand you the milk.

“Thanks.”

“Mhm”, he hums and studies the contents of the fridge, “did you have dinner already?”

“No, that’s the next thing which overwhelms me. No food sounds good, but I’m starving. I literally ate raw noodles for a snack.”

Yoongi scrunches his nose in distaste.

“No, don’t do that. Don’t eat raw pasta.”

“But the crunch and the blandness of them. It just satisfies something in me”, you argue in a whine.

“Okay, if you say so”, Yoongi murmurs and bends down to inspect the lower levels, “do you want curry? I make a very yummy Korean style curry.”

“Oh I actually love curries.”

“Good. Then it’s decided. My indecisive princess is gonna eat curry tonight”, he says and straightens up. He takes out some of the ingredients, giving you a smile.

“You’re cute, you know?” you say.

“Mhm, you keep saying that yeah.”

“Because I mean it”, you close the distance so you can hug his waist, “you’re cute.”

Yoongi leans in for a smooch to his cheek. He hides his giddiness with a faint touch to his own neck.

“Can you get me the cutting board?” he asks.

“Yeah sure”, you say and spring into action instantly. Weirdly enough, you don’t feel that uncomfortably bored anymore ever since Yoongi entered the kitchen. Even cooking, which once sounded too exhausting to do, feels easy. Yoongi is cutting the vegetables while you prepare a pot with some water. It feels so easy to do now that you can do it with Yoongi.

“I want music. Is it okay for you if I turn the radio on?”

“Yeah sure.”

“Nice”, you say, turning on the radio with a snap of your fingers. The CD which you listened to last night plays from the beginning.

“Mhm, that’s making it so much more fun”, Yoongi says and then begins humming to the song as he cuts up the potato for the curry.

“It does. Even music felt exhausting, but I don’t think so right now”, you say and swing your hips to the music.

“Mhm I get it. Do you want meat in the curry?”

“No, it’s not necessary. I’ll start on the rice, okay?”

“Yeah okay”, Yoongi says and sings his next words to the melody of the song, “she wants no meat in the curry. Hmhm.”

You glance at him. He is so lovely without even trying. You enjoy the smile he brings to the surface until it naturally dies down again and leaves a warm flicker in your chest. Then you look at the rice cooker, lowering yourself so you could read the different settings better. You turn it on to check for the water levels. There is still enough inside, which means you can wash the rice.

You have to get to where Yoongi is standing for it, passing him with a swing in your hips and your right hand dancing along his lower back. He looks at you.

“Do you need to get inside?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

He steps aside so you could get the bowl.

“Thank you”, you say, stealing a little cheek kiss for which Yoongi leans in naturally.

“Mhm”, he hums while you dance back to the rice cooker. You take out the rice from the cupboard.

“Do you want to eat something as well?”

“Yes, I feel like it tonight. I haven’t had curry in ages.”

“Okie dokie”, you say and then sing the next words, “rice for my Boongie so he can grow big and strong.”

Yoongi chuckles and meets your eyes as you look at him with a snicker crinkling your features. He shakes his head and breaks the eye contact, the chuckle still remains on his lips. Feeling very warm in your chest, you begin washing two portions of rice until the water is clear. You put it into the rice cooker and turn it on. It starts with a short jingle.

Now that you have time and nothing to do, you dance back to Yoongi. You hug him from behind, sliding your hands under his yellow sweater to caress his tummy gently. You rest your cheek against his back. He leans into the hug, swaying from side to side as you control the slow dance. Goosebumps cover his skin instantly, amazing shivers run down his spine. This is such a simple connection, but it feels so comforting to both of you.

“I think I want meat in mine”, Yoongi says. He is almost finished with the vegetables, slowing down his cutting for the sole reason of enjoying the hug a little longer.

“Yeah? I could grill it for you”, you offer as you bask in the feeling of him with closed eyes. His tummy is so soft and his skin so tender. He is also so, so warm.

“Yes, I would like that”, he says.

“Okay okay”, you say and kiss his back. You give him a little squeeze and then slip away from him again.

Yoongi glances at you, missing your hug now that it is gone.

“Thank you”, he says.

“Of course”, you answer him as you stir the boiling water, “how long do we have to cook the curry?”

“It should be done in twenty minutes”, he tells you, carrying the cutting board to the stove, “careful, love”, he warns so you could step aside and he can scoop the vegetables into the boiling water.

“I’ll start with the grilling after ten minutes I think”, you say.

“Yeah, sounds good to me. Could you please bring me some bay leaves and a cinnamon stick?”

“Coming right up”, you say, hurrying to the spice rack, “will we put cinnamon into the curry?”

“Yeah, just for a short time. It adds a lot of warmth to the taste. It goes well with the season.”

He is seasoning the curry as you and he are talking.

“I like that. Warm food tastes so much better in the colder months. Wow Yoongi, yesterday was such a nice day. The weather was so cold and gloomy. I was really happy.”

“Mhm yeah, yesterday was nice.”

“I need to finally put leaves on the vegetable beds. Otherwise it’ll get too cold for it.”

“Yeah, right. Do you need help with it?”

“No, I can manage but thank you so much.”

“Of course. If you change your mind, you can tell me.”

“I will, thank you love.”

You return to Yoongi with the rest of the spices, inhaling deeply.

“Mhhhm this already smells amazing, wow”, you hum, moving in closer to waft the steam into your face for another whiff, “mhhm.”

“Yeah, it should taste good. You’ll like it.”

“Is it a special recipe?”

“No, not really. I thought of it myself. Put the spices in.”

You follow his order, watching them sink into the rich coloured liquid. Yoongi stirs it three times then places the spoon aside.

“I’m sure that it’ll taste amazing. Your recipes are always the best”, you say.

“Yeah uhm”, Yoongi doesn’t say anything else. Instead he walks to the sink to wash his hands.

You follow him, attacking him with a back hug so passionately, Yoongi stumbles from side to side. He laughs, pressing back into you while his hands find support by grasping the edge of the sink.

“You’re such a Boongie”, you mumble into his sweater, squeezing him tightly, “mhm Yoongi, I wanna squish you.”

“Okay, okay I get it”, Yoongi laughs and turns in your arms, “release me before I die of asphyxiation.”

“Asphyxiation the man says as if I have enough strength to choke you to death”, you say in a cackle.

“Hm no, you don’t”, Yoongi agrees and lifts his right hand to flick droplets of water into your face.

“Ah! Hey! Don’t do that”, you squeak, laughing loudly as you wipe your face dry by rubbing it into his sweater.

Yoongi chuckles, “sorry, the opportunity was too tempting not to take it. Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not. I was attacked”, you joke, making him laugh.

“Sorry”, he says and rests his cheek on your shoulder, closing his eyes as he does. He always closes his eyes when you and he hug. It’s like an instinct to him.

“It’s okay, don’t worry. Mhm Yoongi, my love”, you say, snuggling into him as your arms tighten around him once again, “you’re so Boongie.”

“What even is a Boongie?”

“What do you mean? A Boongie is exactly how you are. Sweet and cute and full of love and so, so squishable. Yeah, that’s a Boongie.”

Yoongi chuckles, “okay, if you say so. I feel honoured then.”

You nod your head, lifting it a second later so you could meet his eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” you ask him.

“Yeah please”, he allows you with his sparkly eyes flitting to your lips.

You close in for a kiss, meeting Yoongi in the middle because he will always lean in for kisses.

“Mhm”, he hums, cupping your cheek while his right arm closes around your waist.

“Hm”, you answer him, hooking your fingers behind his neck.

You and he lose yourselves in the moment while the curry boils on the stove happily and the radio sings its songs.

Sometimes days aren’t good, but that doesn’t mean that with the right company they can’t turn into good days.

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callsignhood · 2 months

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Would König be with a overweight/chubby girl?

TW: Anxiety on body and appearance

Also I didn’t proofread anything lol

Of course, why not? He’s just grateful of you to be here with him. He doesn’t really care about how your body looks like. Doesn’t matter if you have scars or body hair or a lil’ tummy. He’ll be fucking pissed if someone ever said something mean about your face or body.

But he’d be worried if you are worrying about yourself.

💕Gender neutral Y/N stressed out with weight

He will support you if you’re dieting or exercising. As long as you seem happy and enjoying it, he will cheer you up and help you achieving your goal. But if you’re stressing out about overtaking or missing calories, or if you’re exercising beyond your usual sets, he will stop you and have a time-out cuddling session together.

“Hey, look at me.” König holds you on his lap with a firm hug, trying to make eye contact with an ordering tone, then regrets of letting his military habits slip through — “please?” He adds. You lift your head a little, just to meet with his worrying blue eyes. He hates to see you hurting yourself like this. He’s afraid to lose you.

His hands slides on your back, slowly down to your waist to feel your body, and letting you feel him. He kisses your temple once then twice, holding you just a little tighter. “I can take you on a date and we can have a cheat day. Just slow down for a while. Ja? Because you’re not calories or numbers, you are you.”

He closes his eyes while you both feel the warmth of each other. Comforting and familiar. “It’s gonna be okay.”

💕F Y/N struggling with makeup

You’re trying to look good for him, but you’re struggling with makeup today. Those perfect faces on your Instagram and TikTok are slowly dragging you down to insecurity. You find your eyeliner looks not symmetrical, eyebrows are not sharp enough, even the lipgloss colour is kinda weird. König notices your silent frustration, and he sits beside you.

You look back at him, trying to conceal your sadness, but he always knows what you’re thinking about. He doesn’t quite understand anything about makeup, but he focuses on your face for a short moment, staring at your eyeshadow and your lashes, then gives you a smile. “You look pretty, Süße.”

He sucks at giving compliments on makeup. They might be bland and boring, but he really wants you to find the confidence in yourself. “Your — uh… your lashes are cute. They are very long today.” He struggles to tame his tongue, trying very hard to find some fancy words to cheer you up — and it makes you laugh. “They are long because they are fake lashes, König.”

“Ah.” He nods, stares at your eyes for a little longer before looking down at your palettes. He picks up one of them, opening the lid and speaking softly. “I know you put them on for a reason. But you know that I’m not canceling the date even if you fell in the shower and looked like a wet cat.” He turns his gaze back on you with a grin, hoping his joke will lighten your stress. And it sure did.

You roll your eyes at him and snatch back the palette from his hand. “I’m too pretty to be a wet cat, excuse you.” He chuckles and gives a kiss on your hair. “Ja, Schatz. Always pretty.”

💕M Y/N feeling down about body size

You sigh at the mirror. You find yourself not muscular enough, and sometimes you want to let König feel he’s protected, just like what he does to you. He’s massive and built like a brick wall, you sure find that attractive as hell, but it made you worry a little bit too much.

König sneakily walks up from behind and wraps his arms around you, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “You’re staring at yourself again.” He gently sways you away from the mirror, then falls on the bed, with his body being your mattress. He smiles, putting a hand on the back of your head, trying to keep you laying on him. “I gotta say, you have the perfect huggable size.” You let out a slight chuckle. You can hear his voice vibrating through his chest. “You don’t have to change, you’re more than okay to me.”

If you shake your head to disagree, he will use his hand to massage the back of your neck, staying silent for a bit before suggesting something. “Well… you can join me during my morning jogs. Only if you could wake up at 6.” He laughs. He’s not being sarcastic or mean by saying that, he’s just trying to drag you out from anxiety. “You can be however you want to be. I’m here with you.”

#konig cod #könig cod #könig #konig call of duty #konig #könig call of duty #konig ama #könig ama #könig fluff #konig fanfiction #konig fluff #könig fanfiction #konig x y/n #konig x you

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starrylevi · 10 months

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“Are you okay?” Levi asks you.

“No.”

“I know, you don’t look it. What’s wrong?”

“Everything is wrong, Levi. I’m exhausted…I wonder what it’s like to have a brain that functions the way it’s supposed to.”

His eyebrows furrow slightly. “Your brain is fine.”

“But that’s the thing, it’s not!” You say exasperatingly. “It’s wired differently and so it makes everything more difficult. I switch between three modes: Not wanting to exist, Surviving, and Beyond Surviving. Guess how much time I spend in each mode?”

Levi doesn’t say anything in response. His expression shows more concern than confusion this time.

“Fine, I’ll tell you. Most of my time is spent surviving. Some of my time is spent not wanting to exist. And just a little of my time is spent beyond suriving…what kind of life is that?”

Levi’s eyes look at you with sadness. “Not much of one, to be honest…but it’s yours and you only have one.” He counters.

“Well, I don’t even know if I want it half of the time. Y’know, someone told me that life is basically climbing mountains. You climb a mountain, which represents a challenge or obstacle, once you get to the top you enjoy the view for a moment…then you climb back down and do the same thing all over again. Rinse and repeat.”

Levi seems to identify with what you’re saying and he knows you’re frustrated right now but he needs to keep you from spiraling. He’s not letting you give up. That’s not the way. “It’s what we have to do, Y/N.” He says gently.

“And what if I don’t want to do anything? What if I don’t want to climb fucking mountains? What if I don’t want to constantly be challenged and given obstacles? What if I just want to sit at the top of the mountain and just be?”

Levi knows these feelings all too well…he’s wrestled with them a few times throughout his life but he’s continued to push through because that’s what you just do. And you’re going to do the same even if he has to do the pushing for you. You snap Levi out of his thoughts with your next statement.

“It would be so much easier if I just…”

“Stop.”

“But-“

“Stop.” He repeats sternly, his steel eyes boring into yours.

You grunt angrily. “You’re not even real, Levi!” You yell out at him. You’re not angry with him. You’re angry at the world, angry for the universe and your parents for putting you in this predicament, angry for placing you into a world that doesn’t accommodate you. “You are a 2-dimensional character I use to cope. There’s no way for you to actually soothe or help me. You. Are. Fictional.”

Your words don’t seem to phase him. He shrugs. “I’m real enough.”

“What does that even mean?”

“I’m real enough to you. Y/N. You are the one who brings me to life. You are the one who decides how real I should be. What does it matter if I’m not a real person?”

“It’s silly.”

“Who says it’s silly?”

“I don’t know, a bunch of people.”

“Well, fuck all of those people then. Just fuck them.” He states as if it’s obvious.

You sigh. “It doesn’t work that way, Levi…”

“So make it work that way. No one else is keeping you alive but yourself.”

“And you…” You say softly.

Levi shakes his head. “I don’t do anything. Like I said before, you’re the one who does the all the heavy lifting. I exist because you want me to. I function the way I do because you want me to.”

“So I control you?”

Levi rolls his eyes at that. “Don’t be a brat. What I’m saying is I’m just an outlet for you.”

You pause, thinking of his words. He’s not wrong. He’s just a character but he’s also not just a character because of you. “I wish you were real.” You admit sadly.

“I wish I were real too…for you.” He sighs as he runs a hand through his raven hair. “But it doesn’t matter if I’m real or not. I still occupy your brain. I still make you happy, that’s all that matters. As long as you let me live in your mind, I’m always going to be here for you.

You nod, not saying anything further.

“Okay?” He asks.

“Okay.”

“Good.”

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stay-mon-army · 7 months

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Anything For You, Darling

Word Count: 3,410 words

Warnings: depression, anxiety

Pairing: OPLA!Sanji x reader

Note: This is completely self-indulgent but I hope that other people will enjoy this like I enjoyed making it. Also, I am OBSESSED with OPLA so please please interact, give me ideas/requests, suggest me fics, anything. I've found a new hyperfixation with this (specifically Sanji and Zoro) so this might be something I write a lot rn!

Living life on the Going Merry was a content existence to say the least. You didn’t often have to worry about being bored; something was always happening to keep you entertained. You rarely had to worry about food; Sanji was never far away with a new dish he wanted someone to try (you just had to get there before Luffy). You didn’t have to worry about if you were even going in the right direction; somehow Nami knew exactly where to go based on those very confusing scraps of paper she calls maps.

Life was arguably great. You couldn’t ask for more. But no matter how good life was, how many times your stomach hurt from laughing along with the crew, how many times you smiled at the happy family you had collected for yourself, something always felt a little off. You weren’t unhappy, you just felt… disquieted in your bones? Sometimes you felt as pessimistic as Usopp when you thought about your feelings. You couldn’t ever just feel good without something in your brain interrupting and whispering sad thoughts into your mind.

That’s why you liked spending so much time with Sanji – he doesn’t let you stay in your mind for very long. He isn’t quite as chatty as Luffy, who never seems to stop talking if someone is within earshot, but he keeps a good conversation and you can’t lie, the compliments and the food are pretty hard to beat.

You often spent your free hours curled up on a bar stool in the kitchen, watching Sanji chop up vegetables and prepare whatever the next meal is while you talk about everything and nothing at the same time. Even when the conversation lulls and you settle into silence with the chef, you never get that disquieting feeling like you do when you’re alone. Just listening to the bubbling of a boiling pot of water or the soft whish of the knife against the cutting board is enough to sooth your rushing thoughts into a calm river that passes you by.

You enjoyed the playful bantering and flirting with Sanji, the way he sometimes lets you sneak a taste of whatever he’s cooking before it’s completely done, the way you can just enjoy the swaying of the ship and the scents permeating the air.

However, unbeknownst to you, some of the straw hats noticed your connection with the blond chef. One morning, as you stepped from your room and stretched under the beating sun shining onto the deck, Nami slides over, standing beside you with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Good morning, Nami! How did you sleep?” You smile, stretching out the tiredness from your arms. She smiles back at you, beginning to wander slowly to the railing away from the others milling about on the deck.

“Good, thank you. I wanted to talk to you for a minute, if you don’t mind.” She nods her head towards the rail and you follow along, intrigued by the lilt in her tone.

“Of course, what’s up?” You sidle over beside her, leaning against the rail and closing your eyes against the spray that tickles the skin on your nose and cheeks.

She rests her elbows beside yours and looks over at you, her orange hair blowing behind her with the wind.

“I’ve noticed you spend a lot of time with Sanji. What’s going on there?” You furrow your brows, not sure you’re understanding what she’s insinuating.

“We’re really good friends. I like spending time with him. It’s better than being alone, or dealing with Luffy’s rants.” You joke, chuckling to yourself. You love your captain but sometimes he really was a chatter box.

Nami doesn’t seem to accept your dismissal of her question, turning to face you, one arm leaning against the rail while her other hand comes to lay against her jean-clad hip. “Come on, the way you two are always flirting with each other? You know, he’s stopped flirting with me since you’ve started spending so much time in the kitchen. Don’t get me wrong, the pet names never stop, but he hasn’t been so… forward. Not that I’m complaining, it’s about time he got the hint.” She smirks at you as she says this, as though you’re supposed to know what that all means.

“I’m not sure what that has to do with me. I like to joke around with him too; that’s all it is. Jokes. I mean, no way there’s anything actually there, he flirts with everyone. I mean, he still flirts with the women in towns when we dock. That’s just how he is.” Nami doesn’t look convinced but you shrug her off. “Listen, Nami, I just like spending time with him. If something were to happen, that would be between Sanji and I. For now, I would appreciate you taking me for my word. We’re friends, he makes me feel safe, there doesn’t have to be anything else out of it.”

She puts her hands up, smiling at you sadly. “I’m sorry if I overstepped. I would just make sure he was aware of that, if I were you. You wouldn’t want to lead him on and hurt his feelings.”

With that, she waved and wandered off towards the map room. You sink against the railing, closing your eyes against the sinking feeling filling your gut again. Were you being too nice to Sanji? Nami said he wasn’t flirting with her as often; was it really because of you? You didn’t think that you were giving him the wrong idea; you never crossed any lines, as far as you could tell. Sure, Sanji was clingy – he liked hugs and touching your hands and arms, he would sometimes feed you little scraps of food like fruit as he’s working, you both often flirted with each other, you both called each other pet names, and you always sit next to him at dinner.

But were those necessarily bad things? Was Sanji thinking it meant something more? You thought you both understood you were friends.

Did you want more?

The thought stopped you in your tracks, your eyes snapping open as you stared into the ocean.

No, of course not. You were just friends, that’s all it was. He was nice to you, you got along so well and you didn’t want the relationship to change in any way – you had no intention of turning this into anything more. At least for now…

You run a hand over your face, groaning softly to yourself. You shouldn’t let what Nami said bother you so much. You shake your body out one last time, hoping to rid yourself of both the tightness from your rest and the stress of what Nami mentioned.

You continue with your morning routine, going to the bathroom to relieve yourself and freshen up a little before heading towards the kitchen. Nothing was going to stop you from seeing your favorite blond.

You step through the door and are instantly met with the sweet scent of maple and berries. Sanji turns towards the door when he hears its resounding squeak, a smile instantly lighting up his face as he spots you.

“Good morning, darling! I hope you slept well. I made pancakes for breakfast today, with an assortment of fruit.” He gently pushes forwards a plate, decorated beautifully with an array of colors from the fruits topping the cakes.

“Thank you, Ji. You always know exactly what to cook to make the day a little better.” You smile, sliding into your respective seat. You pull the plate closer to you, lifting the fork and knife he has set out before you. Just as you raise the fork to begin eating, you notice that Sanji is staring at you.

You pause, looking up at the man with a raised eyebrow. He always liked hearing whether you enjoyed the newest dish (he really really loved praise) but he had never been so brazen about watching you eat before. “Can I help you, sweetie?” You ask, smiling at the way his face seems to melt at the pet name, nearly turning him to jelly before your very eyes. He really was just a big softie, at the end of the day.

“You just seem off this morning, my love. I wanted to make sure you were alright. I apologize if I’ve caused any offense.” He says, wiping his hands on a towel before tossing it over his shoulder.

“I seem off?” You chuckle awkwardly, hoping that you don’t radiate the problems running through your head. You didn’t want to worry him – he was always so kind and good to you, the last thing you wanted was to mar him with the darkness in your brain that you spent so much time around him to avoid. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I simply mean that you seem a little more subdued is all. Again, I meant no offense. I just hope your meal will cheer you up from whatever is dampening my sweet (y/n)’s demeanor this morning.” He turns away as he says this, as though it doesn’t really matter either way what happens with you, but you know that’s just how he “keeps his cool”.

Sanji’s entire existence wraps around his ability to put on an air of confidence and poise, as though nothing can truly touch him or hurt him, when you are well aware that he feels much more deeply than he lets on. You don’t think that any of the other straw hats noticed this about the chef, but after spending so much time with him, you knew that he simply wore his heart on his rolled up sleeve – there, but only if you have the attention and the compassion to look that close.

You don’t respond, simply beginning to dig into the food placed before you. Unsurprisingly, it’s everything you could have asked for, and more. Somehow, in record time, Sanji seemed to memorize your palate, knowing exactly what things you liked, what you disliked, what you couldn’t stomach to eat, what ratios of flavors brought you the most joy. You didn’t think he paid that much attention, since he was always working while you talked and he never watched you eat, but without a doubt, Sanji knew exactly what you needed at any moment to satisfy your cravings.

You hum as you eat, vocalizing your enjoyment so that Sanji knows he did well, despite the fact he hasn’t turned back to look at you. When you finally finish your meal, you rise from the bar, collecting your dishes and heading to the sink to wash. You had the unspoken job of cleaning the dishes after Sanji. He hated that you did it, claiming that he could totally clean up after himself. But you felt bad, spending all your time in the kitchen with him but watching him do all the work. So, you resolved to cleaning the dishes to help out.

You quickly wash your dishes, scrubbing away the sticky, sugary mess that the syrup and fruits made on the plate. As you turn to grab something to dry the plate off with, you nearly stumble into Sanji’s outstretched hand holding out a dish towel for you. You take it, smiling up at him gratefully. He winks at you before turning back to whatever he was doing at the stove.

You dry off the plate, put it back in its respective spot, and settle yourself back onto your bar stool. As you rest your arms against the counter, putting your chin against your palms, you watch the way that Sanji flits about the kitchen. He seems to be doing a million things at once, from cutting up food for prep to mixing up what looks like some kind of dipping sauce to stirring a boiling broth. You can’t imagine thinking about all of those things at once without burning or ruining something.

Your mind slowly drifts to the way he looks so calm and serene doing it all. His face stays in a gentle smile, as though there isn’t anywhere he would rather be than here. He practically dances around from place to place, light on his toes and seemingly high in spirits. His hands are graceful as he quickly slides the knife to slice whatever ingredient he needs next; his chest rising and falling so slowly, you wonder if he’s breathing. His effortlessness never seizes to amaze you.

“I know I’m fascinating, but I would love to know what has you so enthralled by my movements today, mon cherie. If there’s something wrong, please don’t let it fester. Spill your heart to me, my love.” He leans his arms against the counter, his head tilted to look at you with softened eyes, as though you might run away at any moment. As if you would ever run away from him.

“I don’t know.” You mumble, not wanting to get into it with him, but the way he looks at you, with those seemingly all-knowing eyes, you can’t help but crumble. “Fine, I just- I talked with Nami this morning, and she mentioned some things that got me thinking. Which isn’t always good for me, because sometimes my brain doesn’t like me and it says mean things to me. So I try not to think, which usually being here with you makes it easier, but because of the conversation today, it makes it worse, but I don’t want to not be with you, because I don’t want you to worry and I do like spending time with you, so I didn’t want to change our routine, but the routine is what’s making me think, so now I’m just in this spiral.”

You sigh at the end, flopping against the table so your head rests against your forearms and you don’t have to look at Sanji, who you know is probably looking at you like a lunatic. After a moment, you hear the sound of his shoes scuffing against the floor and you freeze, for fear that he was leaving, like so many other people you had scared away. Instead, the sound grows closer and you soon feel a gentle hand resting against your side, guiding you up from the counter and towards his body.

You turn yourself into the embrace, surprised at how gently he cradles your body against his, one hand resting against your back, the other coming to cup your head against his chest. He holds you as though he expects you to break, and you nearly rip yourself from his grasp at the thought that he must be pitying you. How horribly morbid and depressing you must have sounded, saying how “mean” your thoughts are, as though it wasn’t your own problem to deal with. Telling him was selfish and would surely make him see you completely differently from how he saw you before.

“You know I’m here for you, whatever you need. Whether that be a place to hide out from your thoughts, or a talking companion to wander through those feelings, or simply a nice meal, I’m always here to help you feel better.” He presses his lips against the top of your head and you pull away softly, not wanted to offend him, but needing to say something more.

“That’s another problem.” You sigh, rubbing a hand over your face as the Frenchman furrows his brows at you. “Nami made it seem like I’m leading you on by treating you like this. That spending time with you and flirting with you and all these things are going to make you think something else about me. And I don’t want that to happen. Too many times have I cared for someone, shared my time and joy with that person, felt that we couldn’t be closer or better friends, and then something goes wrong and somehow it’s always my fault. Sometimes, the person starts to like me more than I like them or more than I’m willing to admit and if I don’t continue to act a certain way or give them a certain experience with our relationship or act a certain way, they leave. Or sometimes, people begin to think I act weird or they begin to get annoyed by certain behaviors and then they distance themselves and they leave. Sometimes I’m mean to them because I hold them to a high standard because I love them so I want to have good times with them and that’s stressful and they leave. Sometimes I try to act how I think they want me to act and that makes them leave. Sometimes I’m too clingy and people become afraid I’m too attached and they leave. There’s always something, but in the end everyone leaves. But you…”

You take a deep breath, looking at the way Sanji is silently crying, tears falling from his eyes, but he doesn’t move or say a word, only watching you, waiting for you to spill your heart to him.

“You make me so damn happy. You are kind and gentle and you listen to me and you notice little things before I have to even mention them to you. You seem to know everything I’m thinking before I have to say it, you can read my body language and you’re willing to do anything for me if I ask or even just think it and I’m so so afraid I’ll mess everything up and I’ll lose you too. Because god damn it, if I lose one more person who means so much to me, I might just burst. I might not come back from it all and I really really need you to understand that the way you quiet my brain and make me feel so normal and calm is something I just can’t lose. You are the one person I think can truly understand me and I love you so much for that, but I’m so afraid that any little step will send you pushing me away.”

Sanji shakes his head, reaching his hands out for you again, and you can’t stop him from pulling you into his embrace. His tears fall against the top of your head and you quickly realize you were crying too because your tears soak into his shirt and stick it against your face. You just stay like that for a while, letting him hold you, his lips resting against your head to give small kisses to your scalp.

Finally he releases you enough to pull you back, looking down at you with sad, sweet eyes.

“I will never leave you. Until the ends of the earth, until the sun dies, until you push me away, I will never leave you. I see you, (y/n), I see what you go through, the pain your brain puts you through, the horrible memories I know plague your every waking movement. I can see through it all because I go through it every day. And I know that you see me, just as well. We are open books to each other, my love, and there’s nothing we can do except cherish each other and protect each other. I know what Nami said to you.”

You take a breath, about to explain everything to him, put he shushes you, placing his hand against your cheek.

“You have nothing to explain, sweetheart. I am here for you, however you need me. And I can only hope that I can get a sliver of the same in return. But until you tell me otherwise, I will be your partner through think and thin. I am at your disposal as friend, confidante, chef, anything, as long as you continue to smile and make me smile. Do you understand?”

You sob again, pulling the blond chef against you this time, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him flush against you. You thank him, repeatedly, over and over, like a mantra, until he pulls away to wipe your tears from your face.

“Anything for you, darling. Now, let me finish cooking lunch.” He steps back around to the other side of the counter, sliding you a small plate of crackers you hadn’t noticed before, winking at you, before turning back to the stove.

You nibble happily on one of the salty crackers, resting your elbows against the counter as you watched his back. He truly was the only one who understood you.

#sanji imagine #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #opla #opla sanji #opla sanji imagine #opla imagine #sanji fluff #sanji angst #opla fluff #opla angst #one piece imagine #one piece fluff #one piece sanji #imagine

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spdrwdw · 3 months

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Do ypu have any gen hcs for gabriel? Like, relationship wise. or not hihi

I just love him so much he’s so bbg

I gotchu!!

Gabriel doesn’t get enough love and recognition. As many, I do hope he makes an appearance in the next movie.

♡Gabriel Relationship Headcanons♡

He is definitely the type of guy to bring you flowers on your first date

You would receive texts from him at 3 in the morning, asking if you were still awake because he wanted to talk to you and just hear your voice.

He would take you on dates to the amusement park, library, or do picnics. It didn’t matter. He would do anything you wanted to do. As long as he got to spend time with you, he didn’t care.

Gabriel was always happy to accompany you when you went out shopping. While other guys would be bored out of their minds following their girlfriends around the mall, Gabriel would have the time of his life. He would urge you to try out the clothes you’d pick and even pick some things himself for you to try. He was always your biggest supporter.

Whenever you felt insecure, he would always be there for you, reassuring you that those thoughts were not true and that you were perfect and meant the world to him. He would repeat himself as many times as he needed to for it to stick.

Gabriel was the golden retriever in the relationship. It was very rare seeing him upset or serious. However, it did cause you some worry at times, hoping he wasn’t bottling any stress.

Whenever you had those restless nights where your mind would be racing, you’d feel anxious or stressed, Gabriel would immediately make his way to your place. Didn’t matter if it was 2am. He would get out of bed and go to your place to comfort you.

Gabriel had his own insecurities as well. Whenever he saw you and his brother Miguel hanging out, he sometimes would think you’d be better off with Miguel, since he was the more attractive one- at least, that’s what he heard. But, you always assured Gabriel that you only had eyes for him.

Gabriel loved cuddles. He loved cuddling you and nuzzling his face against your neck, wrapping his limbs around you like a koala.

Gabriel can sometimes act like a sad puppy when he is deprived of attention from you. He will look at you with the biggest puppy eyes and pout until you kiss his pouty lips and nuzzle up against him.

While he may act all carefree and unserious, he is responsible and makes sure your needs are met

Sex with him is always an experience. Sometimes he is sweet and slow, other times he can be wild

He gets baby fever like crazy! If you two are both on the same page in wanting kids, he would subtly press you about it, like showing you some cute baby clothes from the rack while you’re shopping, or even cute stuffed animals from the toy section

May make a part 2?? *shrugs* Let me know if you guys want more Gabriel content

#gabriel o’hara #gabriel o’hara headcanons #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #atsv #atsv miguel #gabriel o’hara x reader #miguel ohara #miguel 2099 #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader

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jamimix · 2 years

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Their God's Sibling

SAGAU x Reader

Their God was always with them. Making them stronger, making sure they’re well equipped, well cared for. But then their time together became less and less until it stopped all together.

It terrified them. What happened? Are they okay? Did they bored of them? Are they not enough??

But then one day, someone watched over them again. Having almost the same aura, but they know it’s not them.

Who are you? What do you want? What did you do to their God?

As an act of rebellion, the rolls you make, from artifacts to wishes, it all sucks. You experienced it for a week, maybe more for them, before you gave up and talked with your sibling about how unlucky you are in their world.

Imagine their surprise and satisfaction when their God came back because of their actions. But your aura is mingling with theirs, as the two of you both took control alternatively. Their God, letting you control their body to fight, before getting it back whenever to get the rewards from the domain.

After a few lucky wishes and lucky runs, much to their misfortune, you’re fully back in control. But they can still feel their God watching over them so they didn’t do anything to sabotage the luck. Just who are you?

It took a few days before they realized that you might be their God’s sibling. It’s the most probable explanation they can think of. It is also possible that you may be their creation, but they dismissed that, seeing as your control is that of their God.

So, while they don’t like that it’s not their God using them anymore, they tolerated you.

Little by little, day by day, they can suddenly hear a voice talking to them unknowingly. Your kind and supportive words, warms their hearts, pushing them to be stronger.

You may not be their God, but they’re slowly seeing you as their angel.

They soak up your attention, but they did realize that, though you cared for them, it’s not like the unconditional care that their God gives them. But it doesn’t matter, as long as your there…

Sadly, one day, you’re not there too. Where did you go?

They grew worried and distressed. But their hearts burst with happiness when they got their God back!

They feel slightly sad, and a bit betrayed, that you left, but as they hear their God’s voice, it washed away.

“(Y/n), why don’t you join my world?” You… you can do that??

A yes from you, made them ecstatic! They couldn’t wait to meet you, especially Aether as his God mained him.

“Thank you for taking care of them by the way.”

“It’s no problem. Don’t forget my welkins hehe”

The world around either turned black before going back to normal. It made Aether close his eyes for a moment, before opening them and noticing someone standing beside him.

“Lumine…” He ignored the gasp that came out from you and his God. ‘A new voiceline??’

But it wasn’t her… Or at least not from his world. She did nothing, merely staring blankly in front of her.

She’s… she’s not self-aware, is she? He suppressed the urge to just hug her. If you’re maining his sister, then it must mean that he’s the one gone in her world. But it also means that you’re helping them unite, just like his God with him. To that, he’s thankful but…

He couldn’t help let selfishness consume him. If his God can be there guiding him from out of this world, is there a way to bring you in to guide him from within?

That’s all he can think of while his God controlled him to follow his dear sister's copy, your vessel.

#genshin x reader #sagau x reader #genshin impact sagau #aether #lumine #sagau #genshin impact self aware #genshin impact x reader

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maryonaccross · 7 months

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I think what annoys me most about hotd is that the writers have crippling commitment issues. They never commit to ANYTHING. Everything that happens in the show is framed as an accident or as a result of miscommunication which makes it so boring and inconsistent with it’s characters. Aemond kills Luke to get revenge on him for maiming him? No, it’s just an accident. Daemon and Rhaenyra kill Leanor? No, of course not, Leanor was so happy to abandon everything he has and piss of on some island. Viserys changed his mind and names Aegon his heir at the last minute screwing everyone over one last time? No, it’s just a misunderstanding. Wait, so Alicent chooses to defy Viserys and fight for what she and her sons are owned according to the laws and traditions of Westeros? No, of course not, it’s just a misunderstanding. And I could go on and on like this. And the sad part is that it doesn’t just take away from the plot and the characters but turns everyone into completely brain dead idiots. Why on earth would Aemond randomly lose control of Vhagar and not to mention speak English to her? And what on earth was he even doing if his intention wasn’t to kill Luke? If he would have scared the shit out of him he still would have run back to mommy and she would have seen it as a clear provocation from the greens. Let’s just think about that for a second; no matter what Aemond’s intentions were Luke was dead sure Aemond was out to kill him (and that’s what he wanted him to believe). So if everything would have gone according to plan and Aemond would have let him escape after making him piss himself the outcome and the reaction from the blacks would have been the exact same. It still would have been just as detrimental to the peace negotiations because for all anyone would know Aemond was trying to kill him.

And how intellectually challenged do Daemon and Rhaenyra have to be to let Leanor alive? Especially when he has a dragon that will literally follow him everywhere??? That’s Daemon’s one chance to get his sons on the throne and we’re supposed to believe he just decided to leave this huge threat to the legitimacy of his union to Rhaenyra and the legitimacy of their sons running around? It’s just so frustrating. I’m calling it now, they’ll make blood and cheese an accident as well.

#pro team green #anti team black #anti team black stans #anti daemon targaryen #pro alicent hightower #anti rhaenyra targaryen #anti viserys i targaryen

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addsalwayssick · 4 days

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Marauders Night At the Museum Au part 1

Remus pressed his lips into a line a quirked his eyebrow. James, on the other hand, smiled. “Thank you, sir.” James said, patting his back.

“You start tonight. There are rules in the cabinet.” Albus said, waving them out of his office door for the night.

Albus soon packed up, leaving both Remus and James behind in the sunset.

Remus pulled out a book, starting to read. “You’re so boring. We should be exploring.” James sighed, spinning around in a spinny chair.

Remus rolled his eyes. The sunset drew to a close, as a curtain of darkness fell upon them. James, now sleeping in a chair, only awoke when Remus screamed. Now, James was expecting a robber, or a burglar or something. What he was not expecting was a skeleton dog trying to get behind the circular desk that James and Remus were sat at. James was wide awake now. “Holy crap! What do we do?” James yelps.

“Get the rules!” Remus says, his voice rushed.

James tries to open the cabinet Albus said it would be in, failing to. “It’s locked!” James said.

“Try again!” Remus shouted.

“I can’t!”

They heard a piercing whistle throughout the museum, and everything stopped. A man wearing tight pants, and a complicated top came out. The skeleton dog rushed to him, sitting by his side. “What are we doing chasing the new night guards?” He asked the dog. The man was gorgeous. With his long dark hair, eyes silver yet warm, and a smile radiating through the cold air of the museum.

Remus thought he was beautiful. Remus had never thought of anyone like that. “Who are you?” Remus said, coming to his senses.

“I am Prince Sirius Orion Black the lll of France. Well, previously I suppose. It is…2024, non? Well I was disowned in 1775, so I suppose that’s that. I was killed in 1780, though, so it didn’t matter.” He said, his black hair swishing elegantly, despite his sad story.

“Are you alone?” Remus asked carefully, his mind swimming with questions. “Are you real?”

Sirius laughed. “No, i’m not alone. I have my brother Regulus. He got disowned and guillotined in the same day. He technically died before me. Only by a month, though. And no, i’m not real. I’m made of wax.”

“Where is Regulus?” James found himself clearing his throat and asking.

“Well he got sent out for enjoying men’s company and guillotined for having no desire to be a woman, so most likely changing. They’re awful here, they put him in a corset every day. He changes, every night though.” Sirius told them.

Remus and James’s mouths dropped. At the stunned silence, Sirius groans. “Please don’t tell me you don’t like the fact we prefer men over ladies. Ladies are lovely, I just don’t like them. The last night guards were like that and-“

“You like men too?” Remus chokes out.

Sirius nods carefully. Remus gets up out of his seat, patting Sirius in the back. “I’m sorry that happened to you. I promise James and I don’t care. I’m bisexual and James is Pan”

Sirius furrows his eyebrows. “You speak two languages? As do I. What does that have to do with anything. And James is a pan? He doesn’t look like one.”

Remus laughs. “I like men and woman. James likes everyone.”

Sirius frowns. “Oh. That’s nice. So what am I called?”

“You just like men, right?” Remus asks, taking him to the seats. The dog follows. Sirius nods. “Then you’re gay, probably.”

“Gay? As in happy? Well, I suppose I am happy with men.” Sirius thinks aloud.

Remus laughs, brushing his hair out of his face.

James, on the other hand, is nearly banging his head against the desk. He truly didn’t think life could get any crazier after his boyfriend of 2 years broke up with him, kicking him out, with no job. But of course, wax statues, skeleton dogs, animals, and is that a talking statue of George Washington? are coming alive. James was not having the best time. He was happy his best friend, Remus, finally met someone (even if it was a wax statue) and thought that was awesome, except for the fact they were talking wax statues that are now alive. Wasn’t Remus supposed to be the logical one?

But then again, all his logic apparently flew away when a man walked down the stairs with James’s clothes on. James coughed. “Those are my clothes.”

The man turned to him and frowned. “Hm. Sorry. Yours must have been the locker I nestled into. I have to steal these clothes you see, because apparently committing so called treason and getting executed isn’t enough for me to be put in men’s clothes.”

“Oh, no! It’s totally okay, just a bit of a shock. Considering it had my name on the back and things.” James choked.

James had walked in wearing a spider-man t-shirt, black jeans, and a letterman jacket from high school that said ‘Potter 03’ on it. He had to change into his uniform, so the clothes went into the locker.

It seemed wrong that someone as elegant as this man before him was wearing something so casual. He looked as if he belonged in a painting.

He smiled. “Thank you then.”

“Are you Regulus?” James asks, fascinated by this new man.

Regulus nods. “I suppose Sirius had told you our entire life story?” James nods. “Thought so.” When James looked confused, Regulus sighs. “He tells everyone.”

i haven’t posted any writing in literally forever so have this unfinished scrap xx

#james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #jegulus #sirius #sirius x lupin #wolfstar #regulus and evan and barty #sirius and regulus #remus and regulus #regulus black #grahhh #dies #cries #sobs #addie writes

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happy-hermit · 1 year

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LAST LIFE SCAR ANGST PART TWO BABY :D

Thank you everyone for your enthusiasm with this fic akdkjdh it really kept me going. ( @stiffyck this is still for you)( @hopepetal here’s the tag u asked for I love your writing by the way I’m so happy you like this fic alskjdjd)

Part One

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A few days pass where nothing and everything happens in equal measurements. The returned hermits work on settling back into normal — well, relatively normal — life, and they tend to only see each other in passing. They get caught up in old and new projects, filled with an urgency that came from being away for so long.

Scar himself spends most of his time gathering items. It’s mindless, repetitive work. Time consuming. Calming, almost. It’s boring enough that he doesn’t think anyone will bother to bother him. (He ignores the way his chest pangs at the thought. It doesn’t matter. It can’t.)

Jellie follows him around most of the time, even if he can’t always see her. She’s a comforting presence, and he knows that she’s only there because she wants to be. He doesn’t have to write up a contract to convince her to stay. She’s there for him. It’s just… nice, is all. To know that.

Scar wanders around with shulker boxes full of wood and leaves and sand and he pretends that he’s not avoiding everyone. It’s not like he doesn’t see them at all, and in fact he always grins and waves when he happens to run into someone. He just — doesn’t stay long. Doesn’t want to overstay a welcome he isn’t sure he has.

Daytime is easier. He can be busy during the day. He can forget. At night, though, he lays in bed and he hurts. His chest aches, and he’s cold, and he’s alone, always. Jellie is there, sure, and she counts, of course, but—

Well. Jellie can’t hug him. She can’t talk to him. She doesn’t know why he’s sad.

More than once, he finds himself outside of a Boatem member’s base in the dead of night, hand poised to knock and heart tugging him forward. He can’t do it, though. He doesn’t really know why — doesn’t want to think about it for too long. He’s pretty sure his mind would lead him back to an isolated mountain with a single bed set haphazardly in a corner. Thinks he would only be reminded of the way people had only ever visited if they’d wanted something from him.

He never knocks, those nights. He instead demolishes frankly absurd amounts of land for resources he doesn’t yet have plans for. He doesn’t sleep at night. It’s fine.

He manages to believe that for two weeks before it all falls apart.

———

The nights have been getting colder, since they all got back. Maybe it’s the season changing, or maybe it’s whatever has started happening with the moon; either way, Scar is thankful that he’s wearing a jacket. The fact that he’s soaked through to the bone is a little less ideal.

It’s a well known side effect of glow squid hunting, though, so he can’t really blame it on anyone but himself. It certainly ensured that he wouldn’t be falling asleep on his feet anytime soon. Of which there was a very real danger, if the cotton stuffed into his head and the lead weighing down his eyelids is any indication. The glow ink splattered on his hands and sleeves is starting to look a little blurry, and he instead focuses on just making it back to the Swaggon without keeling over.

The universe has it out for him, though, so when the first phantom crashes talons-first into his back, all he can do is fall.

He hits the ground with a strangled yelp, his sack of hard-earned glow squid ink flying out of his hand and splattering across the grass. It’s pretty. And heartbreaking. He supposes he hadn’t really needed it for anything…

The phantoms screech angrily overhead, and his back throbs and he scrambles to roll over onto it anyway, because he can’t stand up just yet and he at least wants to be able to see what’s coming—

He lurches to the right as another phantom dives towards him, and the talons only connect with his upper arm as opposed to his chest. He’ll call that one a win.

“Oh geez— Ow, come on, you can’t kick a man when he’s down!” Scar scrambles backwards across the grass, voice high and eyes wide as he resorts to attempting to reason with things that don’t understand him.

There are three of them circling him, and he scrambles to his feet just in time to catch a set of razor-sharp teeth in his shoulder. He yells and swats at it blindly, somehow managing to hit its eyes and smear glow ink across its wildly flapping wing. The phantom detaches itself from him, and he doesn’t even have time to be relieved before another is diving towards him.

He runs.

His shoulder hurts and his arm hurts and his back hurts and he’s cold and wet and no one has touched him gently in months, and he runs.

He doesn’t mean to go to Grian’s house. He had wanted to go home. (Maybe it’s telling, that he’d ended up here instead.)

A phantom bites at his leg as he reaches the alleyway, fake stars shining above him and horrifying undead creatures punishing him for his insomnia close behind him. Pain ricochets up his calf and down his ankle and he frantically tries to shake it loose, crashing to the ground again and crying out when the impact aggravates his other wounds. He knows without looking that his health is getting low. Dangerously low. And he hates respawning, he doesn’t want to, and maybe it won’t even work, maybe he’s used up his last life and he’s going to die alone just like he lived alone, and all he’ll be is a ghost haunting a world that barely notices his absence.

(That’s maybe too dramatic, but he’s dying and he’s tired and every night he holds his own hand and pretends he’s not alone. He feels entitled to a breakdown.)

He curls up against the ground with his eyes shut tight, resigned to the fact that he’ll have to get up and pick up his scattered items in a few minutes, resigned to the body aches that will follow him around for the next few days, resigned to the jokes that will pop up in chat after his death message goes out.

All he can hear is his own heartbeat in his ears, phantoms screeching and injuries stinging in a way that feels distant. Any second now. Any moment.

A hand lands on his shoulder, distinctly and painfully human, and he gasps, eyes flying open as he scrambles into a sitting position. His leg throbs angrily and his arm sends shocks of pain throughout his entire body and Scar tries his best to stay quiet — no one can know he’s hurt, they’ll kill him, they’ll make him give up a life — but a high-pitched sound of pain escapes his throat anyway. The blurry shape of a person kneeling in front of him freezes.

“—an you hear me? Scar?” The voice sounds like it’s coming from underwater, but it’s familiar. It feels like safe and danger at the same time. It sounds worried. “You’re hurt, please—“

“‘m fine,” Scar manages to get out, strained and quiet and mostly on autopilot.

“Wha— Scar, you are not fine, you absolute…”

The voice trails off into grumbling and Scar blinks slowly, looking down at himself. He’s covered in glow ink and his own blood and torn clothes. The clothes don’t look like the right color. He’s pretty sure they’re supposed to be purple.

“Wrong…” Scar mumbles, poking at his clothes. It seems important.

“Maybe because you’re bleeding all over it, Scar, just—“ The figure huffs, just a blob of red and tan, and something is moving behind him. Scar squints. The person seems angry. His weak heart rate picks up.

“D’ you… want a life?” Scar asks, confused and hurt. He can’t think. “I won’t… not for free. Let’s… A deal?”

The blurry person makes some sort of noise that makes Scar think he said something wrong. It sounds like it was punched out of them. Something’s wrong, he said something wrong. Scar’s eyelids are starting to droop, but he forces them open with a whine. The person lurches forward a bit, like they’re trying to catch him, but he’s not falling. Is he?

“D… Don’t go,” Scar pleads, mind scrambling to put together a sales pitch on why they should stay. “I can… I have— if you…”

His vision goes darker around the edges, as his own voice starts to echo in his head. The figure is saying something again, sounding frantic, scared. He wonders why. He hadn’t meant to be scary. He doesn’t think he’s in a condition to even try to be.

The last thing he sees before the darkness takes hold is a hand reaching out.

———

The first thing he’s aware of, when he wakes up, is not pain. It’s the gentle touch of a hand on his arm, lifting it and wrapping something around it. It still stings, but less so; most likely he’d been given a health potion. He feels warm. Sleepy. He opens his eyes.

The last thing he remembers is phantoms chasing him into Grian’s alley, and then someone finding him. Now with a slightly clearer head, he can only assume it had been Grian himself.

Slowly, he turns his head against the pillow he’s resting on, and he blinks sluggishly at the person currently bandaging his arm. It is Grian, with lines of worry in his face and his wings folded right against his back in that way that meant he was scared. Scar’s brow furrowed.

“…G?” His voice is hoarse, quiet, but Grian’s head still snaps up as if he’d shouted. “What’s wrong?”

Grian’s wings fluff up a little, something like angry disbelief swirling in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Grian repeats, half-hysterical. He drops the roll of bandages onto the bed and gestures wildly at Scar’s body. “You keel over in my alley dying of blood loss and you’re asking me what’s wrong?”

“Well, you do seem to be taking it harder than I am,” Scar jokes half-heartedly, attempting to sit up. Grian immediately pushes him back down, and Scar is too shocked to protest.

“Nope, you don’t get to deflect,” Grian says, and somehow it’s as gentle as it is stern. “I know what phantoms mean, Scar, and — and you didn’t even know who I was when I found you. So— so get talking. I know you know how.”

Nerves flare in his stomach, and he breaks eye contact to stare at the wall, inspecting all the random knick knacks on the shelves. He doesn’t know what to say. Doesn’t know how to explain what he’s been feeling since the games, especially since everyone else seems to have moved on already. It feels silly, suddenly, for his biggest problem to be that he’s lonely. That he doesn’t think anyone wants him around.

“Scar,” Grian says, and it’s softer now. “I’m not going anywhere until you talk to me.”

There’s a lump in his throat and a burning in his eyes, and for just a moment Scar pretends that his heartbreak is anger. He sits up, ignoring Grian’s protesting, and he points an accusing finger at the avian.

“Now you want to stay?” Scar says, powering through even when his voice cracks. “Because last I checked, all— all you wanted to do was leave.”

“Scar, what—“

“No, you wanted me to talk! I’m talking!” Scar’s chest hurts, and his hands are cold, and something in him has been breaking for a very long time. “You— you couldn’t wait to tell me that any alliance from the last games were over. And then when I— When I thought I had Mumbo you came and took him away, too.” Scar cradles his shaking hands close to his stomach and looks away, anger slowly draining. “And then Joel— and then I had no one. And no one wanted to— I tried, Grian, but no one wanted to—“

He closes his eyes tightly, trying to stop the inevitable. “No one wanted to stay,” he finishes quietly. “I… I don’t know what I did. I don’t know why no one…”

Scar trails off, laughing a little and rubbing at his eyes, trying to stop the tears before they fall on Grian’s blanket. “I’m sorry. I don’t— I’m just tired.”

“Scar,” Grian says softly, and something about his voice is strange. “Please look at me.”

Scar looks. Grian has asked him, and he looks.

Grian is looking back at him — a small, sad smile on his face — and he’s crying. Scar blinks in surprise, staring, and Grian laughs quietly, reaching up to wipe at his eyes. Scar doesn’t know what’s happening anymore.

“Grian?” Scar says uncertainly.

“Scar,” Grian says, and he sounds both intensely fond and profoundly guilty. “There is nothing wrong with you.”

Scar’s heart skips a beat in his chest, and he swallows hard. Grian keeps going.

“And I’m so sorry,” Grian says, voice cracking. He reaches out a hand and grabs Scar’s, squeezing it tightly. Scar’s breath hitches, his fingers twitching. The touch feels foreign. It almost hurts. He never wants to let go. Grian tugs on his hand, gently, and Scar looks back up at him. Grian looks heartbroken, but focused. “I didn’t mean to leave you alone,” he says.

“Then why did you?” Scar blurts, unable to help it. He feels a little bit pathetic. He can’t care anymore. “Why did everyone—“

“I don’t know,” Grian says, sad and frustrated and desperate. “I know why I did, I— We didn’t end well the first time. Scar, I couldn’t— I couldn’t kill you again. I looked at you and all I could see was…”

(Bloody knuckles. Sandy clothes. Only one gets to win.)

“I know,” Scar says, quietly, both an apology and forgiveness. And then, softer, “I was alone.” His shoulders curl forwards a little. “Everyone had someone and I was…”

Grian puts his other hand on Scar’s uninjured shoulder, and Scar meets his gaze. The avian’s eyes are full of fire, intense determination mingling with stubborn care.

“Never again,” Grian says, like he’s stating a fact of the universe. Like he’s challenging some malevolent god. Then he softens. “You’re not alone, Scar. Not anymore. Not if I have anything to say about it.”

Scar opens his mouth to say something eloquent and thankful and graceful. Instead, he bursts into tears.

Grian pulls him into a hug by the hand he’s still holding, wings coming up to surround them, and for the first time in a long time Scar feels warm. The ache in his chest is fading. His hands aren’t cold. Grian is breathing shakily next to his ear, and he’s being so very careful as to avoid Scar’s injuries, and he’s hugging him.

Scar tucks his face into Grian’s shoulder and cries.

———

In the morning, Pearl busts down the door with soup and a vendetta against apparently unwelcomed emotions.

(“I heard someone was sad. I’m here to beat it up.” She’s grinning, and Scar can’t help but laugh.)

Impulse arrives a few minutes later and drops Jellie into his lap, smiling softly.

(“I think this one missed you somehow more than we did!” Jellie curls up by his injured leg, and if Scar tears up, no one mentions it.)

Mumbo bursts in last, the salvaged remains of the glow squid ink he’d collected gathered into a little bottle.

(“I tried to get you the fresh stuff, but there wasn’t really a way for them to— to ethically sacrifice themselves. Sorry, mate.” Mumbo is covered in glowing ink, looking genuinely apologetic, and Scar laughs until his ribs hurt.)

And he is not alone.

#this is three times longer than the first part KAKSJDHJD I think I was possessed /j #I hid in a basement all day to write this #I’m sick and on vacation. this is all I have /hj #anyway I hope you like it!! I’m not too sure about the comfort and the ending but I hope it’s fine #anyway enjoy!!#j writes #jay’s journal #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #grian #desert duo #last life smp #last life

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 9 months

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Hey! Can you write a Yushiro! Reader with Yan! Record of Ragnarok, where they are chosen to fight for the humans, and they fight solely for Lady Tamayo, who's in the crowd with tears in her eyes, along with her husband and child? With either the gods or humans, they gain their attention with their demon blood art, and with how much they talk about Tamayo and her beauty?

-You were definitely a prickly person, choosing to keep to yourself, if you had your way, and not interacting with others, and if you did, you weren’t the nicest person.

-You were a hostile and crass person, insulting others around you, calling them weak, since you were a demon- in your eyes, they were beneath you.

-You weren’t always like this- you used to be more cheerful, more willing to be with people, but time is a cruel mistress, and with time, you closed your heart off to all except for your one true love, Lady Tamayo.

-It was amusing for others to see how quickly you would turn if someone would mention Tamayo or if you were to see her. You could have a fierce glare on your face but as soon as you see her, you’re like a child getting your favorite treat, big smiles and bright eyes.

-You always denied this however, which amused those around you, including Tamayo, who knew of your rough personality but never berated you for it.

-When you and her ascended to Valhalla, despite being demons, she was elated while you were broken hearted as she was reunited with her family, her husband and child. While you were happy to see her so happy, you knew that she would only love them the way you loved her, and you couldn’t do anything against them, as that would make her sad.

-Tamayo still welcomed you into her family, her husband and child accepting you as well, as you had been her for far longer, but you were just her assistant in her eyes- her good friend, her little brother, she would never love you like how she loves her husband.

-When Ragnarok was announced, you couldn’t care less, as you were a demon, so it didn’t matter who side won because it wouldn’t affect you, at least until you visited Tamayo who was in tears, as she was at risk of losing her family a second time.

-Despite wanting her love- you would never willingly do something or allow something like this to happen- nobody was ever allowed to make Lady Tamayo cry.

-When you told her that you were going to fight, you found yourself in a group hug of her family, something that made you flush, yelling at all of them to let you go. Tamayo couldn’t help but giggle, thinking you were adorable- being so shy.

-You didn’t interact with your fellow fighters, not wanting to bother, as you were only fighting to keep the smile on Tamayo’s face, and you couldn’t help but beam as you thought about what she might do if you win! Like a hug or a head pat! You were very quickly fired up.

-You looked bored against your opponent who sneered at you, “A demon- why are you fighting for humanity?!” you just shrugged, looking bored, “I used to be human myself- but my reason is to make sure that someone I care about doesn’t lose her smile.”

-Tamayo smiled softly, her hands covering her lips as tears welled in her eyes as you pulled out your paper talismans and stunned all by turning invisible, masking your presence only until you attacked with your knife strike and various other combat attacks, having honed your skills over the years.

-Many were intrigued about your Demon Blood Art, curious on how it worked, and it brought some questions about Tamayo and her own skills as you were announced as the winner.

-Your sharp hearing picked up someone insulting your lady, “She must not be strong if she’s not fighting as well- must not be anything impressive-GACK!!!” you were instantly in front of this pig who dared to insult your lady, your eyes blazing, hand around his neck, pain and death were the only emotions in your eyes, “You dare insult the perfection that is my Lady Tamayo?!”

-Tamayo came over and pulled you off by the back of your shirt, and you turned, a bright smile on your face, stunning all those around you, who you had been threatening moments ago.

-She couldn’t help but smile softly, “Don’t threaten others who won’t even fight for themselves.” The man who insulted her held his chest in an offended manner as she insulted him back as you escorted her back to her family, enjoying her praises of your hard work and winning your fight.

-If it was to keep her happy, you would do anything for Lady Tamayo.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #tamayo

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ace-witch-boy · 11 months

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Random Rottmnt x reader headcannons with y/n

I hope you like these <3

Raph

Very cuddly and affectionate, and at night he likes sleep in the same bed and cuddle with y/n

Protective of y/n, but also respects boundaries and will try not to make y/n uncomfortable

Loves spending time with y/n

Tries to be careful around y/n, cause he’s so big and spikey

He loves to be around y/n, even if the two of them aren't doing anything together

Is very soft with y/n and likes to show how much he loves them

Leo

Very loving and affectionate, he loves to give y/n kisses

Will most likely use his sword to portal to y/n when he’s bored or lonely

Loves to just talk with y/n, it doesn’t matter what they’re talking about he just likes hearing their voice

He constantly flirts with y/n, and will praise them if they’re feeling insecure

He loves it when he gets compliments from y/n, it just makes him so happy

Rants to his brothers about how amazing y/n is

Donnie

Donnie usually hates physical contact, but he will make certain exceptions for y/n

He will excitedly show y/n all his inventions and explain them in detail and if y/n compliments the invention, than he’ll be euphoric for the rest of the day

Helps them with homework if y/n asks

Loves to teach y/n things, and will be ecstatic if y/n asks him about something

When he’s sad or insecure he likes to lay on y/n's and talk to them

Gives y/n lots of gift to show his love

Mikey

Loves to kiss and cuddle all the time

Can sometimes get flustered if his s/o returns his affections

Loves to draw his s/o, and has a sketchbook dedicated to them

Loves to be the big spoon when cuddling

He likes to do things for y/n like getting things for them

Treats y/n like royalty and gets mad if anyone disrespects them

#rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt x y/n #rottmnt x you

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shaelzero · 5 months

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*seen the movie, half asleep now*

.. echm..

I think they have the movie title wrong..

..it should have been Dreams.

Like, you know, the ones we see taken from people by Magnifico.. and let me explain why I think this concept make more sense, for what info they had given to us.

Exhibit a, the realistic ‘wish’.

You don’t WISH to inspire people. You know you can do it, but you also know, for people to listen to you, you’ll need to put your mind, heart and effort in the task. And even then, there are some who wouldn’t care. But you have to, because it’s you drive, it’s what you want, it’s what will make you feel whole. Your DREAM.

You don’t WISH to be the better artist/dress maker/baker, you work on your craft to get better and get results. In time, with effort and sacrifice, that will be worth your while when you finally grasp your DREAM.

If you decide to give away the will to do these things by yourself (things you CAN actually archieve as a normal human being) because you come to know there COULD be a easier way (by magically means) that effortlessly grant you the final prize..

..is not a WISH, is opportunistic laziness.

And maybe, (just maybe) you don’t really deserve to have that DREAM, since is not that precious to you that you feel the need to protect and fight for it, but instead you so easily decide to put it in someone else’s hands, (quite literally) given the chance, making THEM do the work.

Those are the realistic dreams, but there is another category: the unobtainable fantasy’s .

Exhibit b: to fly, you don’t WISH to fly.

We know, people give the ‘wish’ at 18 years of age, meaning you have awareness of being a human, with no magic, or anatomy feats for that to ever become a reality ( not has we see in the bubble anyway), no matter the effort you can put in it. As an adult you still could DREAM of flying.

A kid could wish to fly, because they are not yet grounded in reality so they could believe it could really happen if they have faith and be good enough.

Maybe a fairy, or a mage could grant that wish.. (but then there’s a fly on the wall and suddenly wish they could be a cat to catch it but it’s approaching bed time so now the wish changes again, now they could be a dragon to avoid bedtime.. and so on..)

I totally understand the need to put a minimum age limit.. it would have been a fucking nightmare.

But, to get to the point I’m making here:

most kids, don’t have yet the concept of what is potentially possible obtaining through effort and what is physically unarchievable, so they could WISH for literally anything.

But ALL the ‘wish’ given to Magnifico are from ADULTS.

And if we listen well, the movie tell us that he doesn’t takes just ‘the wish’ but that he takes a metaphisycal part too, from the people heart and then make the people forget about it..

The BETTER part of them allegedly, leaving them ‘sad and boring’…

(well just the protagonist’s friend, because NONE of any other citizen of Rosas EVER seems different from a normal person. In the first fucking song we see a rather happy living population lazing around town, dancing for the newly arrived tourists.. but I’m digressranting ).

My point is: even if you forget A wish, as important as it may have been to you, by forgetting it you become a clean slate.. and, as STUPIDLY pointed out IN THE MOVIE, during the ‘cringy q&a to make a distraction’ a peasant ask something on the line of ‘What if I develop another wish? Or I change my wish?”

If he took only A wish, these would be possibly things that could happen, to living thinking human, in years.

But, if you switch to what I’m suggesting , it suddenly clicks: no one in the entire movie use the word or concept of dream/dreams.( non that I can recall.. or in a meaningful way, but I could be wrong..).

I think that’s because..

.. people FORGOT they exist.

Because they can’t DREAM anymore.

Because the best part of they’r heart, the part that allows to conceive and create new dreams, was given willingly away.

And as Disney love, especially in this movie, the self references and to pay homage :

“ A WISH is a DREAM your heart makes..”

..Sound familiar to anyone?..

*drop to sleep*

#wish 2023 #disney wish #wish #wish theory #wish spoilers #Magnifico was done dirty by the writers #Asha-med should be the protagonist full name.#if I give the goat and 7 carton board friend back #can I have the star boy from the concept art?#and another thing #do a decent irredimibile villain COUPLE for once in your cowardly life #or do a love so strong that redeem the one who turned evil #not this bullshit queen/scorned soon to be ex-girlfriend in middle school #haha- told you to not turn to evil magic did I? now rot in the dungeon I’ll come by to remind YOU WERE WRONG and I told you so every day #probably wrong but it was fun speculate bye

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huboi · 2 years

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cg!harbingers

feat pantalone, dottore, childe (may be ooc)

genre fluff

notes if u aren’t already, please educate yourself about age regression before sending hate towards me or thinking this is sexual, this is NOT sexual

pantalone

will buy you literally anything

you like that sippy cup? you’ll find it on your bed not long after

you like that stuffie? he already bought it

also tends to buy you stuff to entertain yourself, mainly due to the fact that sadly he’s often very busy and he doesn’t want his little one to be bored/sad

likes to be called ‘papa’, he doesn’t know why it just makes him happy internally

calls you little one or baby/boy/girl

will try his hardest to be home as much as possible so he can be there to help when you age regress and to give you his undivided attention <3

dottore

high key very curios about your regression

obviously he will be your caregiver but if you allow him, he wants to research what makes you regress/why you regress and such

whenever he’s not there to keep you company, one of his clones will look after you

surprisingly soft around you when you regress

he likes being called papa as well

will call you any nickname in the book, practically calls you all the nicknames there are when you’re in little space

tries to keep you out of his fatui business as much as possible

overall, he cares a lot about you and he tries his best to look after you and attend to your needs+wants <3

childe

best caregiver 101

he is also filthy rich, so prepare to be spoiled with gifts galore

whenever he can’t spend time with you, he usually asks zhongli if he can look after you

dw zhongli won’t judge you for being a little, he’s surprisingly pretty good with age regressors

childe likes being called daddy, makes him feel all giddy inside

because he’s a big brother, he’s just really good with you no matter what age you regress to and wether you’re non verbal or verbal

enjoys napping with you when he has the chance to <3

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theyandereonmyoji · 11 months

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General Yandere Silver the Hedgehog Headcanons

Well, I’ve been receiving quite a few requests for Silver, so I thought that, before responding any of those, I should post some of my general headcanons (Also sorry about the hiatus, but thankfully I should be free for a long while) TW: implied murder and kidnapping

This sweet, naive hedgehog would take a long time before he realized he felt anything…special towards you. He’s just happy to have friends he can talk to. After all, he can get pretty lonely back in his future, even with how much he wants to make friends and hang out with them, he can’t. However, after a long while, he starts asking himself tons of questions about his behavior. Like why do his eyes wander off to where you are when hanging out with a bunch of your mutual friends, or why does he get so nervous when you two are alone. Whether his feelings towards you are purely platonic or even romantic, he’ll eventually realize how truly intense his feelings are.

His attitude towards you wouldn't change much on a surface level, he’s still the eager, optimistic hedgehog that wears his heart on his sleeves and likes to be around you. Yet, those traits that would make him a lovable dork in most situations, is what ultimately causes him to be rather intense when you two are together. He’s basically like an overgrown puppy, lovable and ultimately doesn’t want to cause you any issues, yet he can be extremely overbearing and not allow you to have any personal space. It doesn’t matter how boring or mundane your activities are for the day, he’s always there, for better or for worse.

If one day you decide that he’s just too intense for you and ask him to please leave you alone for a while, he will give be noticeably sad even if he tries to hide it, but he will leave you alone…for a little while anyways, him lasting a day without you is a miracle, but eventually he’ll beg you for you two to hang out again, swearing that he will try to give you your space, but to please let him be around you again. And honestly you would need to be heartless to say no to the poor guy, he’s just trying his best, can you really stay mad at him for long? From then on, he respects your personal space a bit more, though he does still have his moments where that type of behavior can resurface.

Despite how sweet and caring he is towards you (and towards any of his friends really) He can be quite…serious for a lack of a better term. If he sees anything or anyone that he might consider a threat, well, mercy might not be in his vocabulary that day. Honestly it’s like a on/off switch, one moment he’s being the sweetest cinnamon roll to ever exist towards all of his friends, and even more towards you, the next he’s willing to commit murder for your sake. Trust me when I say you want to stop him before things get messy, if not for the sake of whatever poor fella crossed him that day, at least to have a healthy conscience at the end of that day. After all, Silver sees no reason to hide what he’s willing to do for you

The poor boy gets jealous easily and he’s terrible at hiding it. The thing he’s not terrible at is gaslighting himself though. After all, there’s no way he would ever harm someone innocent, they must be evil in some way, he just knows you’re not safe with them. Pray to whatever god you believe in (or to good luck if you’re not religious, whatever works) that he doesn’t find enough “evidence” to support his claim that your friend is a menace, because once he does, there’s no stopping him. He’s a stubborn one, and in his eyes, it’s not like he’s doing anything wrong. He’s just keeping everyone you safe away from that bastard, but it’s ok now, they’ll be gone soon, so don’t worry about it, ok?

I hope you like gifts, because with Silver you’re going to get a lot of hand-made ones. He wishes nothing more than to make you smile, and he figured out that a good way to do so would be gifts. Baked good, some small crafts, he’ll try to make anything, and while they might not be of the best quality, it’s the intention that counts, and again, you would have to be absolutely heartless to tell him that you don’t like his gifts, especially with those puppy eyes of his. He’s just so happy when you acknowledge all of his hard work to make you happy, he just can’t get enough of your smile, it’s almost like oxygen to him, he just can’t get enough of it. He’s willing to do anything for you, quite literally.

Silver probably has the least stable breaking point out of everyone, mostly cuz he’s so used to thinking about how everything can go wrong due to his ruined future, that basically anything happening to you is catastrophic in his eyes. You got a scratch? He panics, a fight with someone? Pray they get a quick death. Eventually as things get worse and worse (according to him anyways) he’ll decide that he’s had enough and not let you go anywhere without him, or more accurately, let you go anywhere at all. Reasoning with him is impossible, after all he’s as stubborn as can get, and as much as he loves you, he’s not taking no for an answer, after all it’s all for your sake, so shouldn’t you be happy?

The only possible way I can see you escaping from him is if you somehow gain his trust enough for him to let his guard down, slip up, and give you a chance to peace out…but good luck with that. It isn’t that he wouldn’t trust you, but he’s just incapable of being apart from you, so a moment when you’re alone are too few and far between, I doubt you would even have a proper plan to escape him. In the case you somehow do manage to do so, your freedom won’t last long, he’s really adept with that psychokinesis of his, so the moment he sees you it’s game over. He would try to justify to himself why would you ever want to run away, after all, it’s impossible for him to see what he did wrong, you probably were just anxious, but no need to worry, he will always be there for you

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