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youre-ackermine · 4 months

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Some Levihan first Christmas living together headcanons nobody asked for ☃️

Characters: Levi Ackerman / Hange Zoe (mention of Erwin Smith / Miche Zacharias)

Modern AU / SFW / established relationship / non binary Hange / mention of alcohol

You can find a moodboard for these headcanons HERE

Hange’s been leading the pharmaceutical research department in Trost University for a few months now and Levi is a personal trainer at Nanaba’s Gym, the trendiest health club in town

They met at Erwin and Miche’s housewarming party

After two years dating, Levi & Hange finally moved in together just after Halloweeen. They found a small apartment downtown. The neighbourhood is lively yet quiet enough and it’s near both Hange’s lab and Levi’s workplace

The couple adopted a cute ginger cat they called Sawney

From mid-November on, an excited Hange drags a grumpy Levi into various Christmas activities. He’s reluctant at first but their childlike wonder and restless enthusiasm finally win him over

They go to a Christmas market to find some decorations for their tree. New tradition as a couple: every year they’ll buy a decoration for each other as a gift. Hange’s first ornament reads “stay weird”, Levi’s “festive as fuck” (wtf is wrong with you guys? could you be more romantic?)

Hange stops at every single stall, gushing over everything with ohs and ahs and “Leeeeviiii!! Did you see that? It’s cute/amazing/funny/classy [pick one]”and Levi has to prevent them from buying every single crap (his words, not mine) they find to their (often questionable) liking

One of those crap being a woolly hat for their Sawney “he looks so cute with his ears sticking out of the hat, right Shorty?” Levi rolls his eyes. “Tch, the poor cat looks like a dumbass, Four-Eyes.” But he secretly finds it cute

They both taste all sorts of treats and beverages at the Christmas market. Hange loves mulled wine and Levi just frowns and says it tastes like spiced horse piss (and Hange’s breath is awful after a few sips)

They also go ice-skating when the sun starts to set. Clumsy Hange is surprisingly very good at it and teaches Levi, who stumbles a few times at first but Hange catches him in their arms (and kisses him every time because why not?)

Unfortunately Levi seems to have a hard time finding balance, which is odd given his job at the gym, but who am I to judge? So more kisses ensue, obviously (Levi you little shit lmao)

His cheeks and ears are tinged with red but it’s probably because of the mulled wine or the freezing-ass cold I guess

Whenever they can, they wander around a different part of town by night to enjoy the Christmas lights clung to each other

They wrap gifts for their loved ones together. Levi can’t help but sigh: “how the hell did you manage to make this look like it’s some turd wrapped in toilet paper, Four-Eyes?” They grin sheepishly and hand him the box and he shows them how to do this properly. Again. For the fourth time in a row.

In the end, Levi neatly wrapped all the gifts by himself. Hange beams (Four-Eyes you little shit lmao)

On Sundays they take a walk in the snow. Hange sure as fuck starts a snowball fight. “But they’re heart-shaped, Shorty!” they whine when he complains about the cannonball that just hit him in the face

They build a cute snowman together and make snow angels. Levi complains (again) because cold snow is sneaking under his clothes and Hange slides their hands under his shirt. ”C’mon Mr Grumps, let me warm up this soft skin of yours ^^” [insert Levi rolling eyes here]

Once they’re back home, they bake Christmas cookies together. Hange is in charge of the topping but, of course, it looks ugly as hell. Not to mention the filthy state of the kitchen after the cooking session. But Levi doesn’t have the heart to be mad at them, it’s the holidays after all. He wipes the frosting and flour off their face and kisses them on the cheek instead ;))

They don’t make much money yet so Levi cooks homemade treats as gifts for their friends and family. Christmas cookies, small jars of various jams, ingredients to make a hot chocolate or a brownie put together in a Mason jar with the recipe tied to it. Levi enjoys doing this for his loved ones. Even if they can afford buying presents for everyone in the next years, this will probably remain a tradition

Hange, on the other hand, buys silly little items for everyone, the cheaper and the cringier the better!

One evening after work, they go pick their Christmas tree together. It’s small because they don’t have much room in their apartment. They can’t help but bicker about how it must be decorated: Levi wants to pick one or two colours for a harmonious rendering, whereas Hange wants to put as many different colours as possible (as they should). They decide to decorate it in Hange’s way this year and Levi’s way next year (you wish, Levi)

Evening ritual: they put on their pajamas, cuddle up on the couch under a cosy, soft blanket with a cup of hot chocolate, Sawney resting on Hange’s lap, and watch silly Christmas movies on tv. Home alone is Hange’s favourite of course: they can’t help but admire the kid’s ingenious mind

For Christmas Eve’s dinner, Levi sets a simple but beautiful table and cooks a delicious meal for the both of them

By midnight, they open their gifts, a green set of gloves and scarf for Levi, a funny lunchbox for Hange

On Christmas day, they’ll go to Erwin and Miche’s fancy party with matching ugly sweaters (because Hange said so) and little gifts for all their friends

We were talking about Christmas with @thehangetomylevi & about what Levi & Hange would do for their first Christmas together & these ideas started to pop up in my head!

Thanks Livia for encouraging me to post my silly Levihan Christmas HC 💚💜

Header: @youre-ackermine

Christmas divider: @saradika-graphics

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A/N: not beta/proof read - English is not my usual language

#levi ackerman #hange zoe #erwin smith #miche zacharias #mike zacharias #levi x hange #levihan #levihan headcanons #levihan hc #val writes ✍️#tw alcohol mention

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delopsia · 5 months

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del 💓 you said “rhett wants to jump straight to putting up the christmas tree and related decor, and bobby has to fight for his life to keep it at bay” and it got me wondering if this is how things go in the floytt household? 😂 do robby and reader kind of bend to rhett’s will and desires a lot of the time? does he pout for things and butter them up with kisses and hugs and soft-drawled pleas, or has he just taken to independent freedom and happiness so hard that he just starts doing things and neither reader nor robby have the heart to stop him—except where winter holiday decorations are concerned?

omg and not to encourage rhett 😂 but what does the floytt family christmas tree look like?

first of all, real or fake? i have a feeling that someone is allergic and thankfully knows it so decorating and subsequent celebrating goes off without a hitch...

is it rhett-sized or much shorter? the thought of any of them being taller than their tree is a little hilarious to me...

is it pine green or white / vintage colorful? can christmas-loving rhett appreciate wacking aesthetics from the 60s or is he a red and green traditionalist?

colorful lights or white lights? random collection of ornaments or matching cohesive store bought? i know what i think, but i wanna hear what you think 😌

are they tinsel garland people? or popcorn string people?

do they make it a whole affair, putting it up and decorating? are they playing music while they eat seasonal snacks and sweets from the grocery store? omg do they bake cookies? i think christmas is the only time of year that rhett will eat non-fruit sweets and desserts, but robby says it hardly counts because everything still has a tendency to be fruity or vanilla, not to mention most of it is candy cane flavored!

rhett ends up eating all those (i don’t know if you know what i’m talking about because they might be regional or generational [omg] but i hope you do) vanilla snowmen stick-less ice cream bars on him in retaliation *cue tackling in 3, 2, 1*

and please don’t stress too hard about the void au 🥺☁️💕💐

aaaa! omg hello 💐💕

It...it is...

A majority of the time, Robby is just fighting for his life in this household. He has his set dates for when every holiday celebration should begin, how early is too early, and what the best day is to take down the decor...and Rhett is simply fueled by the sheer power of vibes. It drives Bob mad. There's no order! If Rhett could have his way, Halloween decor would be out in August, Christmas would be up November 1st, and it would stay up past Valentine's Day.

But his excitement is so damn contagious. How is anyone supposed to say no when Rhett's got a Santa hat held between his teeth as he digs through a box in search of their matching candy cane keychains? Bob tries for all of half a second, but then Rhett's looking up at him with those big, confused puppy eyes, and the effort flies out the window.

Usually, it ends in a compromise of baking Christmas cookies the day after Halloween and getting out the small things. But the tree stays put away until the day after Thanksgiving. It is not coming out any earlier than that. But there was that one year when he was away on deployment, and Rhett convinced the Reader to get it out in early November.

Bob's still (jokingly) annoyed about that, by the way.

I could have sworn that somewhere around here, I mentioned Bob having a pine allergy...but I cannot find it to save my life. A part of me likes to think that Rhett grew up having a real tree every year, and now he's just perpetually confused about the whole fake tree thing. Why does it feel like that?

dfkjgh the concept of using Rhett as a unit of measurement is so funny to me 😭 there are two trees. The first one came about the first year in the house. With the chaos of getting settled in and work getting in the way, Christmas took a weird place on the back burner, where it was high on the list of things to do but kept getting pushed off. Rhett's knee was hurting him, Bob and Reader went off and got sick twice, and all of a sudden, it was December 3rd and they had no damn tree. So Bob, mid-sickness, bought one online.

You can imagine his and Reader's surprise when they came home to find Rhett in the living room, staring down at the frailest tree they'd ever seen. Fully set up, fluffed, and leaning over because the tree topper was too damn big. It didn't even have lights!

The joys of no-return policies and not reading the fine print.

Twas a true Charlie Brown Christmas. That poor tree had to sit in the corner because it would just...fall over. Reader looked at it funny one afternoon, and the damn thing dropped dead.

But the second tree is a completely different story. The high ceilings in the living room allow them to get away with virtually any sized tree, and one way or another, they wound up with a ten-foot-tall tree (Which is the only thing stopping Rhett from getting it out by himself). They had their choice between a regular green and a flocked tree; the Reader was the deciding factor on which they got. It's got the fancy color-changing mode because nobody could decide on colorful or light.

Bob usually sets it on white, and then Rhett passes by and sets it to the blinking rainbow setting. It's a quiet war every year.

The ornaments start out cohesive, but the next year, the Reader finds their decor that went missing during the move, and things slowly start to randomize. Some fall and break. The trio finds adorable new sets of ornaments that weren't out the year prior, and the aesthetic falls into adorable disarray.

The only consistent decor is the topper. An adorable animated biplane that Nat gifted them. Always happily spinning at the top of the tree and will only ever be replaced if they inexplicably discover a version with an F/A-18...

I don't know if this counts as a Christmas tree, but there's a two-foot-tall rainbow tree in the kitchen that Rhett inexplicably came home with one day. A gift from a well-meaning boss who doesn't quite get the whole "just because I'm married to two people doesn't mean I'll only accept Pride-themed gifts" thing. It serves as home to all the weird ornaments that get collected over the year.

A chicken wing ornament simply does not belong on the main tree...

With three people, the tree gets busy a little...fast...so the tinsel garland makes an adorable appearance on the staircase banister. Usually matching the wreath on the front door.

It's an entire weekend venture! Saturdays are reserved for the tree-related fussings (getting a ten-foot tree out of the attic is a hell of a venture), and Sundays are for the general decor. Wreaths, knick-knacks, stockings over the fireplace, various figurines, and the stuff in the front yard. The three deer are the first to go out there, because, one way or another, each member of the household is represented by one of the deer. One might or might not have an old pair of glasses hot-glued to its face...

Festive music is a must! Rhett's still got some CDs that he used to play in his truck, and once those have been played out, it switches to whatever playlist someone has made. Sometimes, they'll take a break and head to the grocery store for some seasonal snacks out of the bakery section, but a lot of the time, someone has already brought some home. There's an adorable bakery on the route home, and it's so hard to not stop at.

Baking cookies, omg. Bobby's momma gifted them a 12 Days of Christmas Cookies recipe book, and every year they go through it. They try to bake one set every few days, but every once in a while, something happens, and like four types get baked in a day. Rhett's partial to Kołaczki (Polish filled cookies), and Cowboy Cookies. Who could have guessed. Bob is a simple man who would commit a crime for Danish Butter Cookies. Please don't ask how many blue tins he owns. He's lost count.

But nothing can come between these two and their mints. Buttermints, candy canes, those soft peppermint puffs that are sold by more brands than I can count but always seem to taste the same. They're insufferably minty until they run out of mints after the New Year. If it's mint, they're eating it.

I swear I have seen these vanilla snowman bars somewhere! I know I've never had them, but they looked so damn familiar when I looked them up. They absolutely get rationed out because otherwise, Rhett will eat them all in the span of two days.

But then there was also that year when Bob brought home a couple boxes of them, and Rhett moved them out to the garage freezer because they kept falling every time he opened the door. Except, he didn't tell Bob, so that coming Friday, Bob came home with more.

Rinse and repeat until he cracks and asks how Rhett and Reader have eaten so damn many so fast, and Rhett realizes what happened. That may have been the longest wrestling match they've ever had.

In better news, they had enough snowmen to last till Spring.

#rhett abbott #robert bob floyd #bob floyd #bob floyd x reader x rhett abbott #💐#delgato's asks #milesmillergf #tw food #hawthorn au

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valeriefauxnom · 7 months

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On the Head Accessories of the Royal Family

There's no grand agenda to this post, more just a few observations I found a bit amusing in the course of research and wanted to share.

So, of the family that does wear head accessories, a pattern seems to emerge: they're mostly metal instead of the incredibly ornate gem-studded crowns IRL royalty liked to flaunt about, kings and princesses alike.

But taking a look at the fam, only Leonidas and Chelle (well, and Zethia, but I dunno how much of that is royal fashion vs Auspex religious-based choices) have any gemstone piece to their circlet/tiara/crown, and Leonidas' isn't even attached to the actual circlet itself. Chelle's also has one, which, for a women who loves to play up being a ditzy party princess to manipulate people into underestimating her, is a bit of a surprise she didn't go full display of riches to me.

Even King Aurelius' lacks ornamentation:

Here's where things get a bit more conjecture-y: given Aurelius seems to loathe vanity, seeing as how he hides away his coronation portrait for this reason, and whether he's following or starting a trend, I think he's tried to raise the kids to be 'modest' in presentation. Of course, this still involves looking proper, but I think he might not have taken well to ostentatious shows of wealth or encouraged beliefs that they were inherently superior than lowly peasants.

Regardless if this is part of the reason or not why everyone isn't porting gemstone-packed crowns, it's still funny that even my best friend WillofWinnie picked up on this enough in her incredible gift in the form of sticky-note fic art when designing a new little circlet for Zethia in its ending scene that I am shamelessly showing off again because it made me so happy to receive fic art!

(it also leads to my next point, being that she also picked up the tendency for the fam to be very attuned to pointy metal accessories!)

Now, I don't have any guess as to why they love plain pointy metal circlets, besides that maybe it's a demonstration of Alberia's militaristic pragmatic might. But it's not the only pointy plain metal head accessory someone in the family wears!

Yep, there's someone in the royal family that wears earrings. Who, Chelle, Zethia, you might wonder? Nope, that goes to Leonidas, who wears plain gold, if pointy metal earrings that disguise with his hair pretty well.

He has them it in all of his versions including his base one, but I felt this was one of the best ones to highlight the contrast that it's not just a weird parting of hair. You go, Leo!

I dunno what fashion expectations are for the royal court in Dragalia, ie, maybe it's considered a masculine (ex: Look at My Manliness for Having HOLES Gauged in my Ears!) or neutral accessory, but hey, it's not too often you see pierced ears in my experience on boys in video games in a more meta sense. Really, the only things that are suggested about court fashion is that Cassandra's clothes are considered inappropriate and Leif believes Gala Chelle's are, too.

But wait, there's more! In somebody else's Gala form, they too gain this. It's also pretty hidden in art, but as you can clearly see on the model...

Gala Emile has gained a singular earring on his right ear that's suspiciously similar to Leo's.

I wonder if he wanted to try and emulate Leonidas but chickened out immediately after his first ear was pierced and then pretended it was a deliberate fashion decision instead of him not wanting to be poked again.

So yeah, two of the royal family wears earrings, and it's Leonidas and Emile, of all people.

#dragalia lost #dragalia #granted the crown of light wyrmprint says that Alberia has no hereditary crown #so it may be a way to cut down costs/displays of vanity to discourage everyone from needing umpteen gem-studded crowns #also I know there's a few more earrings on dudes in dragalia like Ramiel and Vixel too! And the sylvans which have more of developed cultur #regarding that but like the crown observation it's still interesting to note I think.#Maybe I'm just biased though especially since I'm often looking up royal fam things for Scaling the Walls of Mystery anyways haha

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girlwithwolftatoo · 2 years

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Hello sweet how are you? So what do you moon boys react to a catwoman!reader?

Our bois surely won't have an easy time...

Steven Grant:

He's not very aware of the hottest topic in the news about this thief-cat in London, though he'd heard to B.J mentioning it. His life is getting better since he met you, one day at the Egyptian gallery, and he's not in mood for dramas.

Your favorite thing in the museum? That gorgeous Bastet statue with gold ornaments. You simply explained to Steven you're a fan of cats and even show him pictures of your little pets in home.

The thing is, one day, the statue dissapeared and everyone is pointing at the mysterious thief, and Steven, being loyal to his principles and workplace (not Donna, just the Egyptian stuff he loves) secretly joins the chasing as Mr. Knight.

And with the unexpected Khonshu's help, he ends up finding you...

"(Y/N)?" he asks, heartbroken. You need some time to discover who's the man behind the white suit. "Oh God... Steven?"

He feels hurt, he though the best of you and feels betrayed. You try to not give importance, but actually after some days, you remember the nice moments you spent together and how nice and sweet Steven was to you, unlike all the men you've step into before, and for once in your life, you felt guilt.

One day, the museum finds the Bastet statue back with a note attached to it nobody knows what means. Nobody but one person...

"I'm sorry S"

Jake Lockley:

He met you in the middle of a robbery. He's not the kind who has the "no hitting women" rule and will fight you with all his might, and trust me, that's a lot.

In the heat of fight, he makes you an offer you can't refuse. It's just a small change of vision, why not working for him? he needs more eyes and ears than he has and you look perfect for the job. You're not sure if it's a good idea, but this man, though unhinged, looks true, and besides... you can't deny he's handsome.

"Once" you accept, and even give him your price. "I'll contact you" he answers and dissapears in a white limo. You chuckle, thinking your next step will be find out who's this guy and, with such an obvious vehicle, it will be easy...

Well, you're wrong, Jake can be practicaly invisible if he wants to (and don't doubt he vanishes with the help of his bird god), so while you wait and wonder how that man will contact you...

"Buenas noches, guapa" Oh. My. God. How could he find you? You were like extra aware of any weird move in your place but now he's here and -okay, nevermind, he made his promise and gives you a mission.

You actually receive even more as a reward for your job, and choose to be an ally for this strange Lockley guy. Eventually you forget your robbery nights 'cause you're too busy doing stuff for him or hanging out with the rest of his gang.

It's funny how you don't know each other beyond your "night jobs" and yet, you've never felt so connected towards other person. Yes, Jake can be a red flag, but not to you, you feel deep inside he has something different, something soft and kind... the sort of things you were denied since a young age and you secretly crave for.

But true takes place. You're not normal people, therefore, you cannot have a normal relationship. And though you enjoy the time working or making out with this man, your heart aches. There's one thing you both can't get, and it's a true happy ending.

Marc Spector:

You met him one night you weren't doung your stuff, just walking by some of the ugliest streets of London. He though you were being harrased by a large group of men and went to your help, just to find out you managed to k.o a couple of them.

"It seems you didn't need my help" he apologized after giving the last man a sleeping punch. You felt interested in him immediately, he was such a gentleman and sexy too. "Don't say that, I appreciate your help very much, mister..." "Call me Marc" "Oh... I'm (Y/N)"

You chatted a little as Marc drove you home. You passed the night thinking of him with this teenage-like obsession towards a new crush. He was handsome, and well-mannered, but also ready to fight and now you're fantazising with the way he put the harrasers down.

Marc feels troubled. He and Layla got an agreement in which they were free to see other people as long as the Moon Knight thing wasn't over, but yet he had the sensation flirting with you was cheating on his wife. Anyways, you end up meeting again and he accepts going with you to a bar.

You're obviously very into him, but you still are focused in your "work" and keep with your robberies in rich neighborhouds. It doesn't seem like Marc's problem until Khonshu reminds him he must protect every night traveler, including those who are robbed.

You've heard of this phantom like figure chasing criminals at night but never though it was real until he approached you. Unlike Steven, Marc doesn't freak out at the very moment he sees you, but he frustrates your robbery and leaves you tied up at the nearest police station.

"I though you were different" you hear him say. You got confused, do you know him? And then, he shows his face and your eyes go wide "Marc?" He won't say anything else, leaving you there with a crushing feeling in your chest.

BONUS: So you're jailed while the police arrange an order to check on your place. The station goes dark, you listen a little uproar and... Moon Knight approaches your detention cage.

"Came to apologize?" you ask, pretending to not being sad for how things went between you and him. Marc doesn't answer, instead, his hands go to the lock and break it. You frown.

"A friend taught me some people are who they are because they didn't know better" he says, puzzling. He stretches one hand to you "I'll give you this night. Tell me everything, and then..."

"Then what? You'll take me back here?"

"Let's find out, shall we?"

#moon knight #moon knight series #moon knight headcanon #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant #jake lockley x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #mr knight x reader #moon knight x reader #steven grant headcanon #marc spector headcanon #jake lockley headcanon #oscar isaac #marvel series #moon boys

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mymegumi · 5 months

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u know my name lol n a jjk male pls,,, my fav thing abt the holidays is when it’s not too cold out (like a good 20-30°f) and ur in the city w the christmas markets at night n the streets are lit up w all of the christmas lights 🤭 it’s so homey n nostalgic + w christmas music playing on the speakers,,, u also know everything abt me but to help a lil for ahem *standard info purposes* i think my main personality traits r empathy, independence, n charisma,,, i like banter n teasing in a relationship + lots of physical touch/quality time,,, n i like feeling secure n spoiled by my man 🫡

i in fact do kno u dovie :o but it would be weird as hell if u didnt send any info lmfaooo. but thank u for participating sissy, for this wintery matchup up, i match you with:

NANAMI KENTO !

i can alr hear u saying he’s boring but! if you just lemme explain!!!!!!!! nanami kento is so so good to you. he lets you have your independence and lets you have your own space while also enjoying the fact that when you do reach out, it’s for him! he’s a bit more sarcastic/dry humor type and ik u like to talk and joke, so i feel like y’all would have such a funny like back and forth w his dry humor n ur humor!!! plus, he was an office worker so yak this man has a 401k! he’s gonna make sure you’re well taken care of and spoil tf outta you cause he loves you. trip to paris? he got u covered. need money for clothes? girl, take his card. he is so so so stingy w himself but ‘cause you’re his, he’ll spoil u so bad. this man would fs take u to the christmas markets as soon as he notices you looking at them in the car going anywhere, and it’s snowing out and the music is so soft and fuzzy and it’s just such a vibe. he buys you hot coco to keep your hands warm but also holds your hand to keep it warm. nanami is just … he’d be so good!!! i feel like he would just be such a good match personality wise for you.

RUNNER UPS: ⠀ෆ geto suguru ⠀ ⠀ ⤿ ok so like idk if he’d be able to spoil u but! ⠀ ⠀ ⠀he’d try his best n it’s the thought that ⠀ ⠀ ⠀counts? ⠀ෆ gojo satoru ⠀ ⠀ ⤿ if u want quippy banter, dis man has u ⠀ ⠀ ⠀covered fs!

“are you warm enough?” he asks, glancing over at you and your cute little outfit that you’d chosen for walking the night market. while very visually appealing, he also knew that it was thin in layers and he was concerned that you’d catch a cold or something. “i can buy you a scarf.”

your laugh is just another sound to mix into the bustle that is the christmas market, but it makes his chest lift as he hears it. he loves your laugh. “i’m alright, kento, thank you. it’s not really that cold out.”

your reddening cheeks and sniffling would say otherwise, but he also knows that if you really truly needed help, you would ask him. he’s content to wind an arm around you to provide an extra bit of warmth and relishes the feeling of you resting your head against him. “if you say so. are you enjoying yourself?”

you nod fervently, pointing to the giant tree in the middle of the little square that’s decorated in big red bows, bright lights and shiny ornaments. “can you take my picture in front of the tree?”

watching you run towards the tree, avoiding people walking by, he pulls out his phone and snaps a few candid photos, wanting to preserve this memory as much as he can. your figure in the camera turns and he smiles at the little pose you make.

back to event masterlist

#event!twelvedaysofxmas #ෆ ; mutual love #୨୧ . dove

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writingsofwesteros · 1 year

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You know they prefer Alyssa’s room to their own, her room has drawings and paints that she’s made and fluffy pillows and blankets, extra teddies (Aegon sleeps with them) and fairy lights, it’s been decorated all over to her liking because she doesn’t have a room mate to make room for, so she’s just used to two beds as one and made more space to walk, all three fit comfortably in her double, double bed now.

When they started coming around more as they’re now “friends” (I’m not too sure friends cuddle and grope each other like Aegon does but oh well.. or or grab your cheeks and kiss your forehead like Baelon but who knows?) because Baelon loves watching her do her paintings and drawings just relaxing while she gets so lost in it, she got the comfy chair that was in the corner of her room and moved it closer towards her so he could relax more and he nearly melted at that, something so small yet so big.

She got Aegon some colouring books, it was meant to be a little funny joke as he’s always doodling but there’s now a basket with little ornaments for him to paint and all of the kid craft things, the stitching animals, drawing book with pens and pencils and things. She took a photo of him once, he had a big smile and shiny eyes and it’s now on her little wall with her other photos of nature and her family.

They slowly started to move their things in too (their room was just so plain and boring compared to their Alyssa’s) there was a spare set of drawers in the room that was just full of Alyssa’s art things, it’s now full of their clothes and pyjamas - can confirm Alyssa does wear them - for when they pop round, she has snacks at the side of her bed for Aegon because he eats so much when he comes round and all of her favourite snacks are normally gone, he knew she was theirs when she remembered his favourite treats. Baelon has left his cologne and jewellery there incase someone decides to visit her or ask her out, not that they would… he scared everyone away and they think she’s weird.

I love this so much!! Amazing detail!

I love how Aegon eats all her things

#i can't add anything to this master piece #PERFECTION!!#boarding school romance #au

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na-cafe · 1 year

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Characters: Kun x reader

Genre: fluff, crack/funny (?)

|check here: Advent calendar| |D5|

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"Merry Christmas!" Kun said cheerfully which startled you a little bit but you don’t make big deal out of it anymore; Kun is like that all the time when he is excited.

"Merry Christmas?" you furrowed your eyebrows little confused. "Isn't Christmas in like twenty days or something?" you shake your head a little and placed a mug with hot tea on a table so you had full attention on Kun.

"True. It is." he nodded and sat with you by a table. "But I wanted to give you this present early so you can have it at my family dinner that my mom wants you to be at. For some reason..." he sweetly smiled at you. Too sweetly for your liking.

"Okay..." you said uneasily about this whole situation because Kun is all about Christmas which means that he sticks to the tradition and this definitely isn't a tradition. "So... What is it?" you asked.

"Open it." he moved his present for you more to you. "I was searching for the right one whole day. I had to look in so many shops, phew." he wiped away a fake sweat from his forehead.

You just sighed and took the prettily wrapped present into your hands. Sadly, you had to tear the paper so you could see what is inside. "Are you kidding me?" you looked at him in disbelief.

"Do you like it?" he asked with fake excitement (he is such a great actor). "I think you'll be the hot topic around my family on that dinner." he looked at you with such an innocent face that you had to really control yourself.

"Kun..." you looked at the bright red sweater that had a whole 3D Christmas tree on it with 3D presents and plastic ornaments on it. "It's perfect." you faked a smile and looked at Kun once again.

"Really?" Kun suddenly looked very confused by your sudden change of emotions. "You... You really do like that... That thing?" he asked with a raised eyebrow and you were holding back a laugh.

"Oh, I do love that so much." you placed the sweater next to your mug with tea and stood up from your seat. "And I actually remembered that I have an early Christmas present for you too." you smiled and went to your room. On your table, there was a gift bag. You grabbed it and went back to Kun. "Here." you placed it right in front of him and sat back.

"Thanks," he said not very sure about it, and peeked inside. "You are not serious, right?" he looked at you and you just waved your hands so he would hurry. Kun rolled his eyes and pulled a red sweater with the same 3D Christmas tree, 3D presents, and plastic ornaments from his gift bag. "This is not funny."

"No, it's not." you shook your head. "This is hilarious." you laughed out loud because this whole situation was really really funny.

Let's just say that you weren't the only hot topic at Kun's family dinner. His grandma even thought you two are dating, weird, right?

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A/N thank you so much for reading this little story. Hope you like it and leave a heart ♡

#kun qian #advent calendar #nct #nct imagines #nct u #nct x y/n #wayv #nct x you #nct x reader #wayv x reader #wayv x you #wayv x y/n #nct u x reader #kun x y/n #kun wayv #kun x reader #kun nct #christmas #ugly sweater

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macaronnya · 2 years

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Fresh(?) Impressions (8)

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Hello Enstarries~☆ Another day another post. I'm trying to speed up the process. This time, I'm gonna rate our beloved and chivalrous unit Knights. It's one of my favourites for now so I'm excited to talk about them! Btw since it's been already quite a while, I just wanted to remind y'all again, that I only know random bits of infos out of context and their Ep.1 in the new game. Therefore, my opinions are probably very mmdnmmhnhmhmfkdlsisojdöshhfksa y'know?

DISCLAIMER!: Everything said here is for entertainment purposes only and not meant to attack anyone. This is not an accurate description of any characters but my subjective rambling for fun, so please don't take it too seriously. (Just to be safe, I'm kinda scared of elite idol fans) Also, you will hear me mention other games a bunch of times bc I'm that bad and uncreative at explaining and I'm still grieving A3!EN's shutdown. Eng is my 2nd (or 3rd?) language so there might be some weird grammar or spelling mistakes. And I write at 3 am usually.

Without further ado.....Let's Ensemble!☆

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I'm not a Knights-P.....BUT I'm very close to being one. I'm enamoured with most of their songs. Like, yeah some songs are rather meh but those that hit, hit H A R D.

Mystic Fragrance literally grabbed me by the ankle and dragged me into the hole that is Enstars. The MV? Literally perfect and heavenly. I'm no expert on choreography or film production but everyone and everything was just so damn beautiful, clean, sleek, elegant, I watched that video more than I'd like to admit. And the song itself??? Just 😭👌👌👌👌👌 Ok, this isn't a love letter to 1 song but the group, so I should continue. But just reeaal quick, I also love Little Romance and Knights the Phantom Thief to death.

Now, their costumes and theme. I really like it! It is once again the case of everyone having small differentiations here and there, like their gloves and shoes. Overall, I love the simple but refined design. Especially these "noble vests" tend to be overfilled with patterns, ornaments etc in anime and webtoons but that's not the case here. The medal is a nice touch. And the striped pants add a bit smth more loud to the else quiet design. Everything is just on point for the idea of loyal Knights, that serve us fans.

From what I've seen, their dancing is also refined and chic. And maybe it's just that one song but the flower formation and how the center is switched in the chorus in Mystic Fragrance was just so genius and beautiful! The characters on the other hand....well, I haven't seen too much of them as a group yet compared to other units. So it's harder to make up my mind about them.

8.5/10 - I realized after writing everything, that the music is doing A LOT of work

Tsukasa Suou

We aren't related, so why does he address us as "big sister"? That's like the 2nd time we got adopted as a sibling, no? Well, from what I've seen, he is another heir to an influential family and...reminds me a bit of Riddle (Twisted Wonderland). Very diligent, wants to be mature, so that he won't be underestimated, workaholic. Lowkey seems like a teacher's pet. For some reason, I thought he was more pretentious and the like but he seems relatively normal. Is he half-english or why does he use english sometimes? And like, not the words that naturally wormed their way into the japanese language due to globalisation. Good on the localisation team on HIGHLIGHTING those words in bold btw. They could have just ignored it or changed it to french, the typical approach to such cases, where characters speak english in pieces as a gimmick. But they didn't. It's a bit funny and cringe to hear him say it. But I'm sure he'll get better someday. Practice makes perfect! That's how thing go.

5/10 - not a lot to say about him

Leo Tsukinaga

Uchu~⭐ It's the nth member of the DRAMA club! Ngl, I understood his Ep.1 in the sense of getting what he means to say but having his words fly all over my head. I bet he's really good friends with Wataru. Good for him though! You'll never have to worry about having an awkward silence with him. Probably suffers from waking up and immediately writing his ideas down, that came from his dreams. I remember somewhere, that he really likes the 🌠 S P A C E 🌌 but I'm not too sure about that anymore. Either has some fucked up trauma in his backstory or is just like that. Highly doubt the latter though. People can be terrible and there's no way he wasn't bullied or didn't suffer from high expectations. His voice sounds like gummy bears. Very squishable and colorful and jumpy. Definitely very different to Itaru's (A3!) and Samatoki's (Hypnosis Mic). I also thinks he's very messy but always knows where all his pencils, notebooks etc. are.

6/10 - coffee would drink HIM to get energized

Izumi Sena

On the very fine line of being a tsundere and a complete jerk except he has already fallen of the rope to the latter side but his one (1) foot is on the other side. Ik he's very mean to Arashi but man...I didn't expect him to be this hot n' cold. He's the stereotype of women saying the opposite of what they mean. Maybe I'll warm up to him after I learned his language but he's so needlessly bitchy 🤦‍♀️ Does he have friends? Tori on the other hand looks like an angel, not that he's been so terrible in the first place. Izumi's voice was smth to get used to bc it was so....nasal? It's not bad or anything, I just never heard a voice like that. I h a t e to admit it but he does sing very well and it's understandable, that he's a model 😫 *sigh* He would make the perfect male lead in a romance story. The famous idol, who is the biggest tsundere ever and lowkey highkey toxic and is pretentious but unfortunately has the skills to back it up, falls in love with little ol' normal producer and.... y'know the rest. Totally wears mildly strong expensive cologne, designer clothes and eats 5$ toasts.

2/10 - if I could, I'd throw tomatoes at him every day

Ritsu Sakuma

Sssssllllleeeeepppppyyyyy~~~~~ What a mood™️ And a foodie as well! He must have a very good metabolism and/or work out a lot to maintain such a slim figure, though I guess the latter is to be expected from an idol. He would hate me for this but he does have a similar vibe to his big bro. It's probably the bedroom eyes. And his mysterious? air. Though he does look cuter! His hairstyle reminds me of 🍄 and 🌰. I think he's the most relatable person I've met yet here. You work to live and not the other way around. It's good to be enthusiastic about your job but at the expense of your health makes it toxic. Quite a number of people might need to hear this. He's chill, probably both in personality and body temperature, if he's an actual vampire, he's likely low-maintenance and just seems down to earth. Not that nobody is until now. But Ritsu is kinda just a chill teenage boy. No big dreams or revenge he wishes to enact. I heard he even has some falling out with a friend or smth. Very normal and real. Dude is just living. He has a very soft and pretty voice.

8/10 - i wonder if he has soft cheeks....

Arashi Narukami

Q U E E N 👑 period. I don't wanna throw out empty words but I think she's perfect! She has such a beautiful and melodic voice, it's like a fresh spring breeze. Her "Mou~ 😣" sounds so cute as well! Idk what it is but smth about her violet eyes just go perfectly with her blond and brown hair. Idk man she's just very lovely. Very terrible, that she's not taken seriously by most people, even some of her own unit members bc of her gender orientation. At least, that's what I've heard. I haven't seen anything like that yet. She wishes to have a cuter image but I think she already has the perfect mix of cool & cute. Seems like a very considerate and relatively optimistic person. Her character song is literally 🥰😭💞❤💎👒☀️🍰⚘🎀💍 Has a rather minimalistic chic wardrobe but as I said, it makes her look very cool. Idk nor do I care how tall she is, I can and will give her a bear hug and kiss her forehead and pat her lovingly an-

10/10 - i'm excited and lowkey scared to get to know her more

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Conclusion

I you haven't noticed, I ❤ everything about Knights except its members but that's just bc I don't know them very well yet. Except Izumi, he can go eat trash (I'm so sorry Izumi stans). Very very VERY looking forward to new songs to play and to get to know them better. I WILL spend a lot of gems on the Mystic Fragrance event and that's undebatable.

That's it for today, I hope you somehow enjoyed my ramblings. If you wanna share some thoughts, everything goes as long as it's harmless and remember it's just for fun! Until next part~☆

#ensemble stars #enstars #Knights #macaron rambles

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leos-regression-cove · 2 years

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Nothing in the Parenting Books Prepared Me For This

22. Christmas Eve

Synopsis: Loki and Sylvie enjoy a cuddly Christmas eve with their caregiver and big brother

Word count: 693

Stand Alone?: 1/2 but can stand alone

Warnings: alcohol and sexual activity is mentioned

Notes: Just a short Christmas chapter

Read it on AO3!

Loki and Sylvie had learned about Christmas (the non-denominational Santa Claus kind of American Christmas) at school and were absolutely enamored with the concept of the holiday (after, of course, Mobius and Thor reassured Loki that Odin wasn’t santa anymore because he’s both dead, and only delivered within Asgard, not Midgard). The tots even willingly participated in their daycare’s Christmas pageant and sang an adorable version of “Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer” with their class, which obviously Mobius had videotaped. And luckily, because Lokis loved to sing, he either got to hear renditions of beautiful carols with his partners’ resonant voices, or he got to hear adorable babble-y renditions with mixed up lyrics and goofy little dances and hand motions. Either way, he was very grateful for them. They had even brought him dough ornaments and keepsake reindeer plates from daycare craft time.

He tried not to hold the idea of Santa Claus over their heads too much, but on occasion he found himself telling them to be good if they didn’t want coal in their stockings. He often heard Loki and Sylvie start saying it to each other as well when one didn’t like what the other was doing, both when little and big.

Last night, the two littles had left out milk and cookies on their keepsake plates and watched some classic christmas movies while sitting on Mobius’ lap in footie pajamas. They had giggled loudly when Mobius revealed he had gotten himself a matching set of fleece pajamas. He was so funny! The main difference was that Mobius’ pajamas didn’t have a bum flap for easy diaper changes like Loki and Sylvie’s did. Thor joined them as well for the quiet evening festivities.

He went to pick up a cookie, but Loki slapped his hand.

“Hey, we don’t hit; c’mon, big boy words, Loki. Can you tell Thor why we’re not eating the cookies?” Mobius gently scolded while holding Sylvie.

“For Santa!” Loki explained.

“Right of course. For Santa,” Thor agreed, taking a sip off his alcoholic eggnog.

Loki and Sylvie had their own hot chocolate in bottles but of course they were determined to try Thor’s eggnog, which he miraculously was able to keep out of their reach without spilling it.

The two babies were absolutely fighting for consciousness by the end of the film. But when Mobius picked up Sylvie and Thor picked up Loki, the two suddenly decided they absolutely were not tired one bit. They were going to stay up and see Santa, every little and child’s dream.

Thor tried not to laugh at Mobius’ absurd pajamas as he helped tuck the littles in next to Mobius in the big bed. “Are you joining us?” Mobius asked.

“Joining you? Why would I-” Thor paused mid-sentence as he saw Loki and Sylvie’s pleading faces. Their pacifiers were comfortably fit into their mouths but they looked as pouty and restless as ever. “Aw, sweet children,” he consoled them, “I need to be in my own bed so Santa delivers me presents, too.”

“Tor don get presents!” Loki giggled.

“I don’t?” Thor asked with a grin.

“No, cuz Tor no tree!”

“You only get presents unless you have a tree,” Mobius laughed. It wasn’t true, but that’s what Bucky had said, so of course the still naive Loki and Sylvie believed him.

“Alright. Let me put on my pajamas and I’ll be right back to come snuggle up with you all,” Thor cooed. It wasn’t anything new to be sharing a bed with his brother. The poor thing used to have nightmares all the time. Sure it had been a few centuries, but it wasn’t really ever something weird for them, not even if Loki had his partners with him. At least this time since both Loki and Sylvie were little, there wouldn’t be any possibility for intercourse; that was nice.

He came back ready for bed, and laid on the far right side. Loki and Sylvie were squished in the middle and the two tykes made sure to lay just slightly on top of their caregivers to make sure they didn’t get up in the night without them.

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myfriendthedictionary · 3 years

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thinking about this baby pic of my cat

#he’s so funny he just loves these weird little ornaments so much #he thinks they’re real and he meows at them #also his ears are so big here....#anyway dante i Miss you <3333 #paige rambles #paige.txt #okay to reblog!#cat #cat tw #cats tw

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godlessandwrecked · 2 years

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the first fall of snow | p. parker

you’re just friends. friends who sometimes find solace in each other’s arms and between your sheets. you know he can’t make any promises, but you need more from him.

PAIRING: tasm!peter parker x fem reader

WORD COUNT: 4,8k

CONTENTS: post tasm 2, fwb sort of dynamic, talks of death and mentions of gwen (rip), allusions to sex and some kissing but no actual nsfw business, a lot of angst with a happy ending for a change?

A/N: I can’t even begin to explain how much I love this man and how much I’ve loved him for years, I’m so happy to finally be writing for him!!!! NWH destroyed me, so here’s a little piece of that brokenness, from my heart to yours xx

Snow was falling gently from the jet black sky, as if slowly suspended in time, painting the empty streets of New York white and piling up on the sidewalks. Your shoes kept slipping on the pavement, but thankfully, Peter’s arm hooked around yours provided you enough support to not slip and fall on the frozen concrete as you walked back to your apartment, the twinkling lights guiding you home.

“We’re never doing that again, just so you know,” you said, holding tighter onto Peter as you crossed over a frozen pile of snow.

You’d spend the afternoon at the Christmas secondhand market, looking through thousands of tacky ornaments to find the perfect ones for your tree. Peter had gotten you a glittery star that “reminded him of you” and in exchange for his gift and cheesy line, you’d bought him a funny cartoon-ish spider wearing a hat that was sadly missing an eye. It almost looked like it was winking back at him, as if to say “I know, dude.”

You both had a good laugh about it, and finished off the long search with a shared cup of hot chocolate and a round at the ice skating rink, where Peter had almost fallen on his ass like a baby giraffe at least twice.

“But that was so fun? You loved it, just admit it.” He had a smug look on his face, enjoying teasing you like he always did.

“Seeing you jump around like a freaking pro ice skater? No, thank you. I was scared to death that you’d fall and land on your head. I can’t have you die on me, Peter.”

Sure, he swung around buildings and fought crime every single day, but doing stunts over ice was where you drew the line.

“No?” he asked. “I’ll put you on my will, you’d get my inheritance. Don’t you want that?”

“Peter, we both know you don’t have shit to your name.”

“I do!” he said with fake offense. “I have, like, 20 dollars in my bank account. And my suit.”

“I don’t want your stinky suit.”

“But you do want the 20 dollars...” he gave you a cheeky look, eyeing you funnily. “Oh, I see how it is. You only want me for my money.”

“Oh no, you caught me,” you rolled your eyes and threw your hands up, keeping your tone intentionally monotone. “Anyway, you can’t die. I’d miss laughing at your weird jokes that I don’t get.”

“Weird? My jokes are weird now?”

“They’re not weird, they’re just about science stuff that I don’t understand, but that’s okay. You’re really cute when you talk about quantum spacetime or whatever, whatever that means.”

“Quantum spacetime,” he repeated, a hearty laugh leaving his chest, the kind that made his cheeks glow.

“What? I said it wrong?” you smirked. You’d heard him talk about it enough times to know you hadn’t.

“No, you said it perfectly, actually.” He smiled at you sweetly, with a look that made your whole body feel warm, even as you stood in the biting cold. His eyes narrowed as he stared at you, “You have glitter on your cheek. Here, let me.”

His thumb brushed over the top of your cheekbone, gently sweeping away at your skin as he held your gaze. He moved closer, letting his thumb linger there, and slowly, he cupped your jaw with the rest of his fingers. Instantly, you leaned onto his gentle touch, your heart going into overdrive as his eyes fell on your lips and you saw him shift forward.

He suddenly stopped, feeling a chill on the back of his neck, making his hair stand on ends and his whole body shiver; a feeling that he knew well by now and couldn’t be mistaken for December cold.

“Peter?” you asked, confused. He turned around harshly, and surely enough, a few seconds later, the wailing of multiple sirens sounded off in the distance.

Peter turned back to you, giving you a sad look that you understood perfectly, his hand falling from your face. He apologized under his breath and disappeared into an alleyway to trade his snow flecked jacket for spandex. Leaving you stranded in the middle of the street, to go home on your own with the broken promise of a night spent next to him.

You hadn’t expected more from him, to be fair. He didn’t have any off days. If the world needed him, he’d always put it first.

You understood that, and you respected it, but it didn’t mean that you missed him any less. That you wished you could just keep him with you and make him dinner, and have him cuddle you in bed and kiss you until you felt numb.

Of course, that never happened. When it came to you, he wasn’t able to make any promises. You couldn’t ask that of him. He had his responsibilities and he was nothing but your friend; a friend that would sometimes find solace between your sheets.

You walked back home alone. Thankfully, you’d only been a couple of blocks away when Peter had left. The snow was now falling ruthlessly, making you worry about Peter and his whereabouts and whether he’d be okay and safe out in the storm that was brewing.

You placed the glittery star on your counter and stared at it, a heavy feeling growing in your chest. Worrying was an everyday thing with Peter, and as much as you hated it, it had become part of you. He'd soon enough pop up into your apartment all bloodied and bruised, begging for some comfort in your arms, and you’d receive him like a fool, just like every other night.

That’s why you kept running in circles with him.

Each night he came to you, you would patch up his wounds, and he would kiss you. You’d brush away his tears, and he’d lay you down on your bed. You’d say you couldn’t keep doing this, and he’d slide his hands under your shirt. You’d take care of each other, make the other forget about the pain for a few hours, and the next day, everything would be forgotten. You’d walk to class together and mindlessly talk about anything but the one thing, only to do it all over again the next day.

It wasn’t discussed, and neither were the soft confessions whispered in the heat of the moment, when sweat and tears and blood and spit were getting mixed up. You were friends first, and even if you took some liberties with each other when the spirits were low, you were still just that. Friends.

You never cussed him out, never got frustrated with your confusing situation, or at least you didn’t voice it. You knew it was the last thing he needed from you, and frankly, you didn’t want to drive him away either. His aunt and you were the only people he had in his life, and the thought of it was somehow more painful than anything he could ever put you through.

You’d planned to tell him so many times while you waited up for him. Tell him that you were exhausted, that this was eating you alive, but sometimes he never came at all, leaving you angry and with a sour taste in your mouth. Other times, he was all hands and sloppy, tired thrusts and gasped endearments, and you would let it pass, not finding it in you to break the illusion you were both drunk on.

You understood knowing about his secret put you in danger, and for him to have opened his heart to you was a huge thing. Sometimes you felt like you were asking him for too much, but you couldn’t help but feel like you deserved more. You both did.

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“What the fuck, Peter? Where were you? I was worried sick!”

All you could feel was vibrant white rage.

The feeling between Peter and you had felt off for the past week, and now that he’d showed up at your apartment after he hadn’t responded to any of your calls since the night before, every frustration you’d been holding onto had sort of… spilled over.

You’d never been so angry at him.

“You don’t have to worry about me. I’m fine,” he said nonchalantly, strolling through your living room, his mask in his hand.

“There’s a snow storm outside, I thought–” You got quiet, shaking your head. “You could’ve just called to tell me that you weren’t coming last night, instead of letting me think the worst.”

“It’s just a storm–“

“It’s not about the fucking storm,” you snapped, getting more frustrated by the second. “Every time I call you and you don’t pick up the phone I… I just need to know you’re okay. You’re not the only one afraid of losing someone here, Peter.”

Those words seemed to awaken something in him. It was almost like up until that moment it had never clicked in his mind that you knew. That in the dead of night, while he was still high off your touch and feeling like he could tell you anything, he’d told you things he didn’t even remember the next morning. That along the way he’d told you about her.

“Can we not talk about this right now? I’m exhausted,” he said, shaking off his frazzled look and sitting down on your bed, trying to avoid the conversation at all cost.

“Oh, you don’t want to talk about it right now? Then you can go home,” you said sourly, his apathy about the situation starting to get on your nerves.

“What? What is this? What are we doing right now?”

“That’s exactly what I’ve been asking myself this whole time,” you scoffed spitefully. “Joke’s on me for giving a shit about you when you clearly don’t feel the same.”

He said your name cuttingly, between his teeth, like it pained him to even say it, to even let it roll through his tongue. It felt too personal, too intimate, too you. And he couldn’t even look at you right now. “You know that’s not true. You know I can’t–”

“You can’t what, Peter? Love me? Because I love you.” And I’m tired of this.

A deep silence settled over you. You’d dropped the bomb. The L word. There was no backing up now.

You stared at your fogged up windows. It was still snowing outside, heavily and almost angrily, reflecting your mood.

A few more seconds passed where you waited for him to stop looking at his feet and look at you instead. Was he not going to answer?

“You know what? I’m done. We can’t keep doing this, Peter-”

“I roped her into this, and I lost her,” he finally spoke up, still avoiding your eyes. His voice got lower, like it always did in the rare occasions that he was brave enough to bring her up in conversation. “That was my fault, and I don’t want the same for you. I won’t make the same mistake twice.”

“Loving someone is never a mistake, Peter. She knew that loving you came with its consequences, but she did it anyway. And I do too.”

“Please stop saying that,” he shook his head, shutting his eyes tightly.

“What? That I love you?”

If he couldn’t love you back, then there was nothing left to say. There was nothing left for you two. You’d been patient enough with him, you couldn’t keep being the friend who let him into her bed sometimes, not after this. He was too entangled in your heart to pretend like it didn’t hurt every time he left without a word.

“So what? This is it?” you asked, disheartened, a lump in your throat.

“I just- I don’t want to talk about this.”

“You are the one who barged into my life, Peter. You. You don’t get to make me care about you and then expect me to let you go like nothing,” you said slowly, your tone full of animosity.

“You think this is any easier for me? I know it’s too late for that.” He got up from the bed, striding to you, his voice raising with bubbling anger. “My life is already all about you. You are my life.”

“Then show me,” you challenged him, angry tears dampening your cheeks. “Tell me. Anything. Just… anything.”

Tell me that you love me. That you want to be with me, that you want us to be together. Even if you’re scared. Just tell me.

He just stared back at you, tears of frustration welling up in his eyes, too proud to let them fall. It was like looking in a mirror. You could almost hear the unsaid words in the silence hanging between you two. The ones he was too afraid to utter.

Peter frowned, conflicted, and looked like he was about to say something. But before you knew it, he’d turn away from you and snapped the window open, letting in the icy wind and disappearing into the blizzard, leaving you freezing and with half a heart.

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It was almost 5 am by the time Peter barged into your apartment. Frankly, you hadn’t been expecting him so soon, not after what had gone down between the two of you some nights ago, but you weren’t surprised either. He wasn’t one to give up a fight.

“Peter? Is that you?” you asked as you listened to the fumbling of your window lock.

It was snowing heavily outside, to the point where you could barely make out anything, but as the window popped open and he stumbled inside, you recognized him immediately. You hadn’t heard from him in days, and the mere sight of him still angered you, but you still got up quickly from your bed to help him up from the floor.

Wrapping your arms around him, you noticed that his suit was soaking wet and he was freezing cold to the touch.

“Oh, Peter.”

He was crying.

Crying, his jaw clenched tight, and refusing to meet your gaze. You’d seen that look many times. He was frustrated, crying out of impotence, exhausted and angry at himself and at the world. It had clearly been a rough night, so all you could do was hold him.

Tears were rolling down his bloody cheeks, stinging on their path as if they were saltwater and dropping onto your shoulder as you wrapped your arms around him. His body convulsed erratically, loud sobs and moans of pain shaking his frame, his face on the crook of your neck.

You sat there, rocking gently until you calmed him down with a lulling shushing and the caress of your fingers through his hair, something that reminded him a little too much of long lost love; of everyone that had ever loved him and he’d later inevitably lost.

He’d been doing this for years, but it never got any easier. These nights weighed heavy on him, wore him out, wound him down until there was nothing left of the Peter you adored, just bloody clenched fists and tense shoulders.

You’d dealt with plenty of his darkest nights, and you hated to admit that you’d continue doing so if it meant you could have him, even if that meant destroying yourself in the process. As much as that scared you, you cared for him far too much to turn away, even now, when you were furious at him.

You pressed your lips to his forehead, lingering there for a few seconds where Peter felt like dying. The urge to cry and break down again hit him hard, a sob escaping his throat at your gentle gesture. Such tenderness when he was in such a state felt like a crime.

He didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve you. He didn’t deserve any of it.

He was cold and dripping water on your carpet, so you pulled him up with you and helped him out of his suit in silence, peeling it off of his sore and bruised body, careful not to hurt him further. He sat back on your bed, resting almost limply against your headboard, his eyelids drooping in exhaustion.

Kneeling on the mattress beside him, you began to patch him up, like you’d done many times before. There was a deep gash over his brow, so you started there, gently swiping a cotton swab over it. Peter winced at the sting, but you couldn’t bring yourself to mumble any apologies under your breath like you always did.

You kept working in silence for a while, the only noise being his low sighs and steady breathing. You could feel his gaze on you, observing you carefully like he always did.

“You’re perfect,” Peter murmured above a whisper, making you meet his eyes.

He was looking up at you, his eyes still glazed. They’d turned a little softer now, you noticed, as he stared at you.

“Peter,” you warned him, looking away before you gave in to him. You knew where this was going. You knew it well.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” His hand moved to your waist, planting itself there to shift you a little closer to him, almost pulling you onto his lap. “I need you,” he said, resting his forehead against yours, searching for your lips, begging for that so familiar comfort that only you could provide him with.

You ignored him and kept working, trying to hide how his words were starting to make you crumble. It proved to be difficult when he was staring at you with a despondent look that could break the hardest of hearts.

He looked defeated, tired, heartbroken, empty. You could practically smell the anguish oozing out of him; the desperation, the need, the longing and the pain. All things so familiar that you could recognize in yourself.

You sighed. You’d missed him so much the past few days, and you were so angry at him, but now looking at him, you knew that you needed him as much as he needed you.

Taking his hand that was resting on your waist, you kissed his bruised knuckles gently, before moving onto the cut on his brow; and then onto the purpling on his cheek, planting your lips there softly, kissing away the pain and filling his soul with tenderness.

You hesitated as you hovered over his parted lips.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered again, merely an inch away from your mouth, and before you knew it, he’d closed the space between you, his hand cupping your cheek.

His lips, apparently, were laced with some kind of addicting poison, because as soon as he pulled away, you were lounging back forward to meet them again, pulling him into a much more desperate and heated kiss.

You could taste the saltiness of his tears on your tongue, and it filled you with a carnal need to have him somehow closer, flush against you, until you were but one and your soul was drenched in him.

Just one more night, you thought. One more night of trying to find comfort in each other’s skin and mouths, sharing pain and breaths, with thumping hearts beating in sync and undone promises.

• • •

Peter awoke a couple of hours later in the early hours of the morning, too restless to find deep sleep. The sun was already out, but in true New York fashion, the sky was dark and gloomy, snow still falling consistently, but now more quietly.

You’d barely moved an inch since you fell asleep with your head resting on his shoulder, so his arm was more than numb by now, but he didn’t mind. Now that the storm had cleared, so had his head, and looking at you - so undisturbed and at ease laying on his chest - he couldn’t find a single reason not to tell you everything you’d asked him for that other night.

You’d taken him back with open arms, with no hesitation; no complaints, no cussing him out, as if he hadn’t hurt you deeply; as if the harsh words that had been spoken between you meant nothing.

He’d had two days to wallow in his own regret about all the things he’d said, but mostly about the things he hadn’t. As soon as things had gotten a little difficult, he’d come back crawling to you. Hell, he’d practically run to hide under the covers with you from the real world again, like you were back to being little kids, trying to forget for a few hours about who you were.

Everything vanished when it was just you and him in your little one bedroom apartment. There was a sense of serenity and stillness that came over him when you laid in bed together, where he could just forget there was anything bad in the world. All the pressures and the standards he had to hold high didn’t exist in those moments.

He wasn’t Spider-Man, he was just a kid. Just Peter. Your Peter.

But Peter was weak. And Peter was a coward. Spider-Man could face the most terrifying situations and go up against the evilest of people, but Peter could not stand in front of you and tell you that he loved you.

With his bleeding heart in his hands, he had to stand before you and tell you that there was no point in continuing anything he was doing if he didn’t have you; that you’d come into his life exactly when he needed you the most and had pulled him out of a dark void and filled his days with endless sunshine and warmth; that even through the winter storm ravaging New York City at the moment, you kept his heart beating.

He was scared to fall in love again, and he’d already risked too much by letting you into his life and his heart. But he’d fallen, like the clumsy idiot he’d always been, receding back into that child he used to be, before the red suit and death and everything else that had come knocking on his door.

He felt like an idiot.

You stirred as he shifted slightly on the mattress, trying to relieve the throbbing ache on his back by changing postures. Your eyes fluttered open, and he cursed under his breath.

“Did I wake you? Sorry, go back to sleep. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you blinked and rubbed your eyes sleepily. “Can you stop saying you’re sorry?”

“I know. I’m sorry.” You weakly raised your eyebrow at him, still half asleep, a groggy smile threatening to appear on your lips. “I did it again. Shit.”

“Damn you, Peter Parker,” you yawned. “You’re so cute.”

“And you are beautiful.”

He was staring at you, observing you quietly, like he always did. Like you could vanish from his arms into thin air at any moment and he was memorizing your features. Like it was the last time he was looking at you.

It made your skin tingle and your cheeks warm.

“Can you stop?” you asked, now getting shy under his gaze. You’d just woken up.

“Just let me look at you,” he batted away your hand trying to cover your face.

“No. That’s kind of cree-”

Peter closed the almost nonexistent space between you two and kissed you. Softly, just the gentle graze of his lips against yours for merely a couple of seconds, but enough to shut you up and lose your train of thought completely.

“You can’t just do that-”

“You’re my best friend,” he whispered, almost inaudibly.

“What?” you blinked slowly.

“You’re my best friend,” he repeated, a little louder this time, more confidently.

You knew exactly what he meant. You recognized the look in his eyes, but you weren’t about to let him have that. “Your only friend, actually,” you teased.

“Ouch,” he grimaced. “I deserve that.”

“Yeah. You kind of do,” you giggled, resting your chin on his bare chest to look at him better.

He chuckled back.

There you were, back to talking in hushed out whispers; joking around and giggling in bed, like every other day. Like everything was fine and he was yours and you were his and you didn’t have a single worry in the world. Like everything was forgiven and forgotten.

You were too good. And it hurt.

It made his heart ache in the most glorious of ways, how overwhelmed he got by everything he felt for you. The words you were itching for were always on the tip of his tongue, burning and begging to be let out. They always seemed to get stuck. But now more than ever, he needed to get it all off his chest, just so he wouldn’t feel like he was suffocating or his lungs were being crushed under the weight of your very existence.

He needed to tell you that he loved you more than he’d ever loved anything and he wished he could hold you in his arms forever. But he also needed to tell you that it was precisely because he loved you so much that he couldn’t promise you forever—he couldn’t promise you anything.

Sooner or later, he would have to leave, and he was so sorry for being careless and letting you get close to him. He knew he had to step away from you and let you live a peaceful life without him, without worrying about if he was going to make it home at the end of the day; but he just couldn’t tell you that, and he wasn’t sure if he even had the guts to actually go through with it.

“I’m trying,” he broke the silence.

If you hadn’t been inches away from his lips, you wouldn’t have been able to hear him from how low he was speaking. His eyes were glazed now, and he was looking at you with so much intensity, he might as well have been staring right into your soul.

You could feel his heartbeat picking up in his chest, threatening to burst at any moment.

“I really am trying. Because I love you,” he nodded with a sad smile. “I love you. And I don’t want to lose you. And if me being afraid of losing you is what’s going to drive you away, then what the hell is the point of any of this?”

“Peter,” you tried to cut in.

“When I look at you, I forget all about it. This,” he looked around the room, his arms still holding tight onto you. “This is where I feel safe. With you. And I don’t want that to change.”

“It doesn’t have to.”

“It has to,” he interrupted you. “I already damned you just by being around you. I’ve run through every outcome in my head, and in each one you get hurt. I’m going to hurt you if I leave, but if I don’t, something worse–”

“There’s nothing that would hurt me more than us not being together because you’re afraid of losing me,” you shook your head, unlocking your arm from between your bodies to wipe at his damp cheeks. “That’s the easy route, Peter. To throw away something that means so much to you just because things are difficult—that’s being a coward.”

“You can’t lose what you don’t have.”

“I know. I know you’re thinking with your Spider-Man brain right now, trying to save everybody, and I love you for that. But who’s gonna save Peter Parker? For once, Peter, please, just be selfish. Don’t let yourself be the one to get hurt.”

“I’m scared,” he confessed. Of history repeating itself.

Peter. Your Peter, who was good— so good that sometimes it hurt to even look at him. Peter, who was currently crying because he was scared about having good things in his life.

Seeing him cry shattered your heart.

You wished you could just fix everything: all the unresolved things in his life that he was trying to avoid facing head on, all the unsaid goodbyes, all the unexpressed love. You wished you could take all of his pain and all of his grief and carry it with you, but that was his to carry.

All you could offer him was your love, and a helping hand. You weren’t going to push him into making promises he wasn’t able to keep, but you could make them for him.

“I’m scared too,” you admitted. “But I promise you, you won’t lose me, okay? I won’t let you. We’ll figure it out, together.”

“We’ll figure it out,” he nodded effusively with a weak smile, his eyes full of tears, but somehow still hopeful. “Who would laugh at my science jokes, then, right?”

“I know. Who would?” you managed to squeeze in a laugh while trying to choke back the tears yourself.

“You wanna hear a really good one? ‘Cause I have a really good one I’ve been dying to tell you.”

Of course he did.

“You can tell me later. Now, kiss me, Parker.”

With that, you held his face and brought his lips to yours, sealing the promise of not letting him lose you, no matter what.

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athyathye · 2 years

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Feeling the Christmas vibe with the boys

(Shinichiro, Mikey and Baji)

Author's note 📝: Just a little smth smth to hype you guys up! Gonna make an announcement tmrw 👀 involves a Christmas special 👀

Warnings ⚠️: I don't think there are any~

Shinichiro : Chilling by the fireplace

❥ After a stressful day, Shinichiro would appreciate a warm cuddle by the fireplace with hot cocoa in your hands. Nothing would be more relaxing than feeling your weight on top of him while you both watch a cheesy rom-com movie. He might bust a pick-up line or two on how much hotter the flames of his love can warm you up, but please do appreciate his efforts in making you smile. Even if it was too dorky of him. He’d sometimes look away from the movie, glance at you and place a kiss on your cheeks. He’d smile brightly if you turn to look at him, but will also plant a few more pecks on your cheek if you don’t. Shinichiro would make sure none of his siblings or friends would bother him. Hence why he picked on the date where nobody would be present at home, even his old grandfather. You would think that having the whole place in both of your hands meant doing lots of things but no. He kept you caged but snug in between his hands while showering you with affection that he always wanted to do. After the movie though, he’d make you sit up on his lap. Ask you everything from your day to planning on what you both were going to buy or do for the actual Christmas day. He’d made so many plans that starting from the week before Christmas, you had hardly any free time for yourself. Who knew sneaky Shinichiro could be so cunning at times.

All in all, lazy date with Shinichiro 9/10 because he kept making corny cheesy lines that made your jaw quiver.

Mikey : Decorating a Christmas tree

❥ He wasn’t even tasked to do that. Mikey just dragged you to his place after picking you up from your own home. Busted out the Christmas tree they used along with the ornaments and told you to decorate it with him. If any of his other family members saw him they would have thought they were hallucinating. Then again, Mikey was always unpredictable. But the one thing that was predictable were his dislikes for chores. No doubt about that, so Mikey had the ‘brightest’ idea on bringing you along so it wouldn’t feel like a chore. (That was just an excuse for you to spend time with him-) Anyways, setting up the tree was easy. But decorating...well. “No! It’s supposed to go on the top!” “The star is what’s on the top, stupid Manjiro!”. Safe to say you both had different ways of decorating. No matter, after a few more minutes of both of you arguing about which looks better. It would end up in both of you giving up and fooling around. There would be christmas balls stuck on his hair, and you would have the christmas lights wrapped around your body while they made those weird but catchy christmas sounds. Expect a Shinichiro popping out once you both completely trashed the place and takings lots of pictures of the two of you just cause he thought you guys looked incredibly funny (Cute)

Anyways, decorating a christmas tree with Mikey? 8/10 because he rubbed his face against yours when it became covered with the glitters from the christmas balls you put on him which were a pain to wash out.

Baji : Writing letters to Santa

❥ He swears he doesn’t believe in Santa, but what exactly did you catch him doing on the last day of school? Writing letters to him. Baji was glad you didn’t tease him, in fact you found it cute but would rather spare him from the embarrassment. You could imagine his surprise and glee when you told him you wanted to write one with him too. Though don’t question if the paper he gave you was one of the subjects in his final exams that failed, miserably. After he gave you the paper, you immediately went into writing that caused him to focus on his as well. After a few seconds, he peaked on yours. What caught his attention was that his name was written there. He tried to take a closer look but because he was sitting on his desk and you on the floor it caused him to topple down. Clumsy Baji didn’t actually feel pain, but faked it so you would fret over him and he could sneak a look at your paper. Fortunately, you saw that coming and hid your paper before checking if he was truly hurt. Appalled, Baji demanded you to give him the paper, rather softly of course. When you jokingly told him no, best believe he did whatever he could to squeeze the content or learn where you hid the letter. He was not giving up without a fight, and when he finally sees what you wrote down...he blushes so badly. He did not expect to be met with a line that said “In exchange for the next 10 years worth of Christmas gifts, Marrying Baji would suffice :)” Wowzers talk about cheesy. He would definitely bury his head on your shoulders even if you try and push him away he won’t budge. Why? Cause he’s so damn happy-

10/10 for this one! Who doesn’t love a good puppy love story!?

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devildomdisaster · 3 years

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I'm sending this assuming that requests are open. If not, feel free to ignore this, haha

Can I request the bros reacting to mc getting annoyed and worried during a thunderstorm, and when they ask why mc answers with something akin to "my dog is terrified of thunderstorms, so it's become instinct to find him and comfort him"?

I've been slow to answer requests lately. Sorry, this took so long.

Lucifer:

Your constant pacing is annoying him. Lucifer can’t figure out why you are so agitated, and your pacing is starting to distract him from the paperwork he has to have done by morning. “It’s just a thunderstorm, Mc please.”

You whip around to glare at him so quickly he is taken aback.

Nothing in your expression says fear, and to be honest, Lucifer is relieved you don’t seem to be afraid of the storm. He hadn’t handled the situation well and he wouldn’t ever want you to think he cares so little for you that he would brush aside your fears as if they meant nothing.

Now that he is thinking clearly again he changes tactics.

“Mc, my dear, what has got you so upset?”

“My dog hates thunder, and I always have to comfort him during a storm. He’s not here. But I can’t help but worry. And it’s just instinct now I guess.

Lucifer seriously considers bringing your dog to the Devildom.

But the trouble that would get him into, the paperwork, Diavolo, the chance that some sort of harm could come to your pet dissuades him from that idea.

“I’m sorry mc.” and he really does look distressed that he can’t help you.

Until he realizes that Cerberus isn’t the biggest fan of thunder either. Cerberus’s room is more protected from the noise of the storm but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like attention and comfort during a storm.

Lucifer takes your hand and silently leads you down to Cerberus.

You are understandably reluctant at first but Lucifer assures you that Cerberus is completely docile while he is around.

Soon you are snuggled up against the three-headed dog and Lucifer is finishing his work on the ground next to you.

Mammon:

Mammon bluntly asks you what has you so annoyed

“Oi human, what’s got ya all antsy?”

The way he says it makes you want to fight him just a little.

But he’s a demon and there’s no way a human could scare him with a little glare. Well normally your glare might scare him just a bit, but the look in your eyes now is tempered by the worry that is so clear on your face.

He drags you to his room and has you explain exactly why you are so worried.

Mammon asks you all about your dog.

He somehow distracts you by getting you to tell him all kinds of cute and funny stories about your dog.

You end up sitting with Mammon for hours, music playing in the background, almost completely forgetting about the storm.

He definitely wants to meet your dog now.

He’ll even go to Lucifer to get permission to visit your home in the human realm so you can both see your dog.

Levi:

You are distracting him from his gaming and it takes Levi a second to process that you might need his comfort.

“If you are going to be a distracting normie, could you at least not pace in front of the screen Mc?”

You apologetically move away from the screen towards the door.

“W-Wait! I didn’t mean you should leave! What’s wrong?”

You hesitate not sure if you want to tell him now, but then you spot Henry in his fishbowl.

“My dog hates thunder,” you say refusing to look at Levi and staring at the fishbowl instead “I usually have to go find him when a storm starts. But he’s not here, and I dunno… I think it’s just like instinct to comfort him but I cant so…”

Levi gets it.

He has so much love for his pets. Even the ones that grew into giant demon-eating monsters that don’t even recognize him.

He’d do almost anything for them.

You can’t go comfort your dog, but maybe Levi can comfort you?

He’ll try, even if he is blushy and nervous.

You’ll spend the storm exchanging stories about your pets and watching animes that are eerily similar to your situation. Like ‘My demon dog hates storms but I’m in the human realm and now the storms make me anxious because I can’t help but worry about him.’ and ‘My crush is worried about her pets and I almost messed everything up, but don’t worry I think I can help!’

Satan:

It’s no secret this demon is more of a cat lover.

But he still cares about your dog because he cares about you.

Blunt demon 2.0

Straight up asks you about your behavior as soon as you start acting weird. Although he is much more polite about it than Mammon.

“Mc, is there something you want to talk about? You seem distressed.”

“No!” you snap “Yes? Maybe? I don’t know Satan. This storm is driving me crazy! Every fiber of my being tells me I need to go find him. But he’s not here and I can’t help but worry and I know you mean well but there is nothing you can do to fix this.”

“Oh, well I don’t know if I would say there is nothing I can do. But who is he, kitten?” he asks gently, trying to understand

“My dog.”

You stare at him as he goes rummaging through the piles on one of his bookcases. After several minutes he turns triumphantly to you holding an ornamental metal hand mirror out to you.

It looks beyond old, and it’s surprisingly heavy and sturdy when he hands it to you.

“Just think of your dog and look in the mirror.”

“Like beauty and the beast?” you joke.

“Where do you think the ‘beast got the mirror in the first place?” Satan asks.

“I-What? You mean you-”

Satan’s eyes glint “That’s a story for another time, but yes I gave the ‘beast’ his magic mirror. But the fairy tales butchered the actual story,” He sighs.

You look in the mirror as instructed and see your dog with your family, tale wagging, dashing across a grassy field after a ball.

You smile “Thank you, Satan. This really helps.”

“Anytime Mc”

Asmo:

Asmo is telling you about his latest Devilgram post and how his followers “simply loved seeing the picture of you on the Ferris wheel with him,” when the first clap of thunder rolls through the air above the house of lamentation.

When you jump up at the sound Asmo thinks you’re afraid of the storm.

He carefully places the top to the nail polish he was using back on the bottle before focusing on you. “Darling, are you ok?”

You shake your head, pacing to the door then back to your vacated seat on Asmo’s bed.

“Mc darling can you tell me what’s wrong?” Asmo analyses your expression quickly, he’s looking for fear but doesn’t find any.

“It’s the storm,” you murmur “My dog can’t stand thunder and I’m used to going to find him when a storm starts. But I can’t really do that here so I’m stuck not knowing what to do with myself.”

“Oh Mc, that’s absolutely adorable!”

You glare half-heartedly at the demon.

“Don’t look at me like that!” Asmo pouts “I can’t help but react when you act so sweet.” he hums in thought for a moment.

“Is there someone taking care of him now?”

You nod “Yes, but I still worry sometimes.”

“I know darling. How about we go ask Lucifer if you can go for a visit tomorrow?”

You perk up at the thought and Asmo grins “Good, then we’ll do that first thing tomorrow morning. But for now, do you think we can distract you with a movie and some facemasks?”

Beel:

Beel doesn’t want to intrude, but he can’t help it when your mood starts affecting him.

He can’t enjoy the snacks he just bought when you seem so upset.

“Mc… will you tell me how I can help you?”

The sincerity of his question shocks you for a moment.

You blink up at him, feeling heat blooming in your cheeks.

“I’m sorry Beel, I didn’t mean to ruin your snacks”

“It’s ok Mc, you're more important.”

“It’s just that storms bother me. My dog hates them and when I can’t be there to comfort him I get… well like this.”

Beel nods and asks if you’d like to do something to take your mind off the storm.

“I don’t really know if I can just forget about the storm, you know?”

“That’s ok, how about we make some comfort foods then?”

Beel has you choose some music to play in hope of concealing the sound of thunder and you end up talking about your dog and cooking your favorite foods.

Beel is content helping out even if you aren't in the best of moods as long as he can help cheer you up just a bit.

Belphie:

Belphie is already annoyed that the thunder is keeping him from sleeping.

So your mood fits right in with his.

You can both be anxious/ annoyed little terrors together.

The rest of the brothers are giving you both plenty of space.

Somehow having someone in a similar mood as your own is helpful.

You can both be a little snappy without the other being offended or impatient.

You probably end up in a pile of pillows and blankets with Belphie. You're both a little restless but eventually, the comfort of the blankets and Belphie’s warmth calm you.

He’ll make sure you’re ok, with gently probing questions to find out what caused your mood.

He can’t exactly help your situation, after all, he doesn’t have the power to bring your dog to the Devildom and he doubts Lucifer would let him anyways.

But he can, and will let you talk if you want, and if not he’ll support you in silence.

He likes it best when you are happy but he knows there are problems he can’t solve.

He’ll ask if you’d like to dream about being home with your dog and if so he’ll influence your dreams.

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dandelioncrownns · 3 years

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random grishaverse facts/trivia (mostly tgt/kos, tbh), because i love useless details. Also, attempted organisation, because i like order too. + ft. my unwanted commentary

the darkling

has a sweet tooth

loves animals and nature in general

for those of you who have read demon in the woods, he got to meet the white tigers :)

his bedchamber walls are carved into trees bc he loves the woods

his favourite trees in particular are pine trees (or just evergreen trees in general)

he used to be afraid of the dark (many possibly worrying? interesting? implications to this; i won’t get into it here tho)

he likes bright colours, but wears black all the time basically for the aesthetic

he met his younger half-sister, Ulla, when he was a seer’s apprentice in Fjerda

the darkling is a musician! He plays the fiddle, and growing up, he played the balalaika and oud (i wonder if he can read tablature,,)

His father was a very powerful heartrender (maybe this is why the corporalki are valued so highly by him?)

genya

she got an amplifier between the end of R+R and the start of KoS (kestrel bones)

Genya used Dekora Nevich, the Ornamental Blade, to poison the King

It smells like cinnamon and is a warm golden colour

the royal family / nikolai’s bio family

the King once cut himself on his own sword

genya named the queen’s dog

until she was like 11, Genya was like the daughter the queen never had (omg i really wonder how Nikolai and Vasily felt about that? ik it’s not really mentioned, and Nik kinda acts like he just met Genya is S+S, but they must have been a lot closer, right?? I mean genya was almost always at the grand palace with Queen Tatiana, and nikolai just really wanted his parents’ attention, there must have been some kind of maybe one-sided jealousy/sibling rivalry thing, right?? I digress- for now)

also the queen in a dog person

p. sure Nikolai is a mommy’s boy

(possible explanation:) he looks exactly like his real father (except for his eyes). Nikolai even has the same laugh as Magnus

the queen was also fed up with Vasily and his horses

Vasily rides a white gelding horse and Nikolai rides a speckled grey horse (called Punchline)

speaking of, vasily is definitely a horse girl, but like... just the worst (darkling 🤝vasily)

Queen Tatiana’s letters to Magnus Opjer were “very racy”

She doesn’t approve of women in trousers

Linnea is ~1 year younger than Nikolai

she is good at math + studies engineering at ketterdam (I wonder if maybe she and Nikolai crossed paths when he was at uni- they’re around the same age, so maybe?)

The King and Queen hired a clown for nikolai’s 10th birthday (the worst birthday party he’d been to, inclusive of the night Vasily died, according to Nikolai)

Nikolai is afraid of spiders (and also clowns???)

nikolai:

he can juggle

Nikolai sucks at learning languages

he once spoke Fjerdan so badly a man named Knut offered him a ruby to stop

his Kerch seems pretty good tho

Nikolai met The Darkling when he was 14

Nikolai is a baritone (as is Jesper!)

In his free time, Nikolai writes bad poetry (remember that time he got stabbed w/ a letter opener bc his poetry sucked?)

he went through an emo phase/ existential crisis before becoming sturmhond.

during said emo phase, he wrote rhyming poetry pretty much exclusively

He also took philosophy classes at uni (PPE?)

alina:

alina tried on the same rose dress that the Queen watched vasily die in

Nikolai gifted Alina a VERY low-cut cobalt lace gown (In the words of Nadia, “The bodice might as well be cut to the navel.” )

Alina hates herring, but Zoya and Nikolai love it

She is VERY sarcastic and snarky!! I feel like this gets glossed over so much in the fandom, and just why?? (she’s so gloomy and over everything 90% of the time, i love it so much)

So this isn’t technically a fact-fact, but there is no way Alina wasn’t at least a little bit into women. Did you read how she talked abt genya? Zoya? there’s no way she wasn’t into them

Alina doesn’t really like hard cheese

zoya + zoyalai:

Zoya’s horse is called Serebrine

Zoya can use her lightning as a defibrillator (I’m sure other squallers can do this too with the right training)

Zoya likes Nikolai’s hands (and Nikolai likes Zoya’s feet lmao)

she has ‘weird (long?) incisors’

she definitely had a crush on Nikolai since Ruin and Rising

kaz:

Kaz grew up on a farm in Southern Kerch, in Lij

Kaz is a both a cat and a dog person (he just likes strays)

Matthias is a dog person, obviously

All the other crows are cat people

He likes hot chocolate

both he and nikolai like brandy

hates cereal

Kaz is obsessed with magic + likes puzzles

actually very funny if he wasn’t terrifying (honestly?? at leat 70% of his dialogue is just witty quips/jokes)

Kaz’s right leg is the one he broke, and the dregs usually get their tattoo on their right forearm

the other crows:

Jesper has been known to go line-dancing (and would like country music)

Mal and Jesper were friends in S+S!! (Probably) Jesper has a not-really-secret crush on sturmhond.

He also had a VERY not secret crush on Kaz before wylan, ofc

Matthias’ middle name is Benedik

Nina would win in an arm wrestling contest against Jesper

Inej has a thing for Kaz’s eyes

Nina was at the orphanage with the other grisha kids in R+R

In the opening scene of CK, Jesper was wearing a navy waistcoat with little gold stars (his fashion is just top tier honestly)

grisha- powers, etc.:

A solar eclipse would have no effect on the Darkling’s powers, but it would make it harder for Alina to summon.

Fabrikators can make flowers bloom

The twins have shark teeth amplifiers

Adrik and Leoni are saints

general world stuff:

Gay marriage is legal in Kerch!

there was a landbridge connecting Shu Han and Kerch but the council of tides covered it

Antimony is used as mascara

kruge is pale purple paper currency

ravkan currency has Nikolai’s face on it (ig not anymore tho?)

Hringkälla is celebrated on March 20th

the distance between Ivets and Os Alta is only about 100 miles? (i’m just going to willfully ignore this, because thats,, so small?)

Mermaids and dragons exist(ed) in the grishaverse

misc:

the daughter of the duke of ivets has a daughter who can play the harp

there is not fourth tale of krigi

The baroness Natasha Beritrova is fifty (as of KoS) and has lands near caryeva

Elke Marie Smit is from one of the most powerful Kerch families and is just 16 in KoS

Oncat is an orange tabby

Anya liked Joost a lot :( (I got way too attached to them at the start of SoC and was so sad + confused when they died lol)

david eats hard boiled eggs for his working days in the shops

‘Malyen’ is the Ravkan version of ‘Malcolm’ (very fitting)

Nikolai brought the kids at Keramzin toy boats + frequently sends Alina and Mal gifts

The triumvirate would also visit them every feast of Sankt Nikolai too :)

star signs / birthdays (ik the gv constellations aren’t the same as ours, but idc):

Inej: Cancer (june 21st - july 22nd)

Kaz: Capricorn (december 22nd - january 19th)

Nina: Leo (july 23rd - august 22nd)

Jesper: Gemini (may 21st - june 20th)

Matthias: Taurus (april 20th - may 20th)

Wylan: virgo (august 23rd - september 22nd)

Kuwei: aries (march 21st - april 19th)

Darkling: aries

Nikolai is most likely either a gemini or cancer (but he could also be a Leo or Taurus). Whatever it is, he is a summer baby.

Alina and Mal have the same birthday (they were given the Duke’s birthday when they came to the orphanage)

heights:

Jesper is 6’2” - 6’3”

Kaz is 6′

Matthias is 6’4

Nina is 5’9”-5’10”

Inej is 5’3” - 5’4”

Alina is ’short’ (5’3”?)

Mal and the Darkling are ‘tall’ (tbf, like all the characters are tall >:( I want my short people rights)

Nikolai (well, stumhond, but i think they’re the same height) is described by Jesper as tall (so 6’2”+?? why is everyone so tall??? I-)

Zoya is several inches shorter than nina (zoyalai height difference lets go)

Kuwei is slightly shorter than Wylan (who is about 5’8”?)

there’s definitely more, so if you made it this far and have any more, pls add to the list!

#grishaverse #six of crows #the grisha trilogy #the darkling #nikolai lantsov #alina starkov #king of scars #rule of wolves #<< mild spoilers #zoyalai #kanej #etc. lol #brain dump

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