#i only want to enjoy my crumbs in peace

[sam-crevellari]

Am I blatantly being zutarabaited by the new Netflix's Avatar The Last Airbender? Yes

Will I enjoy any crumb I'm being fed as if it were the most exquisite banquet? OF FUCKING COURSE, YES

#listen i don't think they will make it canon. i made my peace with it ages ago #however #that doesn't mean i can't enjoy new content of the ship i have since i was a child #i love them and i still think the ship made a lot of sense #thematically and aesthetically #they mirrored each other so well!!! #they complemented each other in a way rhat made my child self SCREAM #(in the same way i screamed with the scarf scene) #i dont want ship wars #i only want to enjoy my crumbs in peace #zutara #atla #natla #natla spoilers #netflix atla #netflix avatar #zuko #katara #prince zuko #master katara #frothing at the mouth

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✦ PICTURE ME NAKED

📷: lewis hamilton x reader

💭: everybody loves him and his talent. and of course, the fans love his talent in capturing his girlfriend's moments every time.

‼️: her face claim is taylor russell, age gaps (reader is 27), lovesick lewis, supportive fan, no bad fan behavior here bcs we only want some peace, some curse words.

💌: happy holiday and (late) christmas for those who celebrate!! while i finish my oscar and lando fics, let me treat you with lewis one. hope you enjoy it!💗

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[tarotwithlove]

pac ⋆ assumptions people make about you

reminder that this is a general reading and messages found here may not apply to everyone. take what resonates, leave what doesn't, and don't force anything if it does not fit.

BOOK A READING WITH ME · LINKTREE · 18+ PATREON · SUGGEST A PAC TOPIC · TIPS ♡ tips and feedback are highly appreciated!

GROUP ONE

cards · two of swords (reversed), the hermit, the devil (reversed). mischief · keep your eyelids open and sight sharp as nails for there is something trailing behind your tail.

my dear group one ♡ you may be what people consider as “too closed off for your own good”. there are so many people who want to be a part of your life, who want to be your friend or even your lover, but who cannot find a way to make this happen. 

you may be extremely offline at the moment, or you may be choosing to protect your peace by turning all your social media accounts private, leading people to take any little crumb of information they can get about you and make radical (sometimes ridiculous) assumptions. 

the more that people do not have access to you, the more they need to make up reasons why this is so. the biggest assumptions that people make about you is that you are someone who has a lot of casual relationships as well as that you are someone who likes to drink and party more than anything else.

you may not post often and when you do it’s of you going out and spoiling yourself, which leads people to think that this is what you prioritise when in reality this is only a small portion of your reality. there’s a few people who even wonder whether you have a problem with alcohol, because of how “often” you post about you enjoying it. 

GROUP TWO

cards · ten of wands, two of swords (reversed), the high priestess (reversed). rebirth · there’s death in all that awakens. for it isn’t blissful nor painless; it’s a might rising, oh flame resurrected.

my dear group two ♡ you may have recently undergone a major physical transformation or you may have started doing something with your appearance that’s different from usual. be it cutting your hair a new way, bulking up, trying a new style of dressing, or whatever else.

people tend to see you as someone who is aloof and difficult to befriend and, thus, choose to observe you from afar. 

people have seen your transformation and assume that you are doing this because you have experienced some kind of heartbreak. they look at you and think something like, “who hurt them?” … 

others simply think that you are almost unrecognisable from how they remember you, sometimes having to do a double take when your paths cross. they wonder if you have been pushed into this transformation because of shouldering a big new responsibility, such as a new job or new career prospect.

honestly, whichever of these most applies to you, the assumptions that people make about you most of all come from them seeing you as intimidating—probably because they also assume you are far more mature and level-headed than them or anybody else they know. 

GROUP THREE

cards · four of wands (reversed), queen of wands, six of cups. owl · behold sight oh, ancient ones. for there is magic in the darkest of places if one dares to open their eyes.

my dear group three ♡ you may be particularly spiritual or religious. you may wear jewellery or have tattoos that denote some kind of spiritual or religious affinity, or carry yourself in such a way that makes people see you as someone with immense knowledge and wisdom, particularly because i heard the term “arcane knowledge”. 

people see you as someone inherently out of their league, assuming that you are capable of looking after yourself without the support of anybody else. this is particularly true for family members who may not know you as well as they think they do and potential romantic partners who can do little but watch and want you from afar. they assume that you have your life figured out and are rarely bothered or affected by the difficult or painful things that happen to you, or difficult or painful circumstances you find yourself in. 

romantic partners assume that once you close the door on them it’s closed for good. even if you want certain people to come back into your life, they assume you are too above them to ever give them a second chance. or, in some cases, a first chance. 

the neatest and most succinct way to say this is that, frankly, people assume you are much stronger (and, for some, much pickier) than you actually are. 

GROUP FOUR

cards · death, the tower, judgement, knight of sword. healer · listen as the medicine bleeds through her teeth, a river of mercy blessed by mother. seen only by those who hold her mirror. 

my dear group four ♡ it is in energy that’s coming through for you, as if you are on the verge of so much change while also holding on to so much of your past. i’ve started this paragraph a few different times, deleting and rewriting as i try to word the message in the best way possible, but i think the first is probably the most accurate: you are finally freeing yourself of a death and rebirth cycle.

you are coming out of a loop in which with every great high you immediately experienced a great low. and people are seeing this for themselves too. 

people have been critical about you in the past, making the assumption that you will never amount to anything, or never fulfil a goal or dream. but as you surpass every expectation that they had for you, they start to see how wrong they were to doubt you. 

and, now, rather than assume you are bound to fail, they cannot help but assume the opposite—that you are bound to succeed. 

people also assume that you are somewhat of a “king’s maker”; that even if you may never have the spotlight you can ensure that other people do. they also assume you are intelligent, and not just intelligent for intelligence’s sake but most importantly, a good teacher who can help other’s learn without feeling condescended down to. 

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[sserpente]

My little assassin

You share the bed with Gortash after you rejected Bhaal, and the Chosen of Bane makes the mistake of making it known to you that he is rather disappointed in your decision. Perhaps he needs to be reminded of his place...

A/N: I’ve done it. It’s too late now. Gortash wrapped me around his finger. Oh well. Enjoy this little piece. It’s literally based on a dream I had and when I woke up, I was like… 😲 I have to write this!

Words: 710 Warnings: implied smut, mentions of death, blood, murder, decapitation and necrophilia, evil Durge!Tav/Reader (duh)

It was strange, the concept of freedom. Considering all your sins, it was a feeling soaked in both relief and uncertainty to know that the next time your weapon struck, it would be because you willed it so—not because the God of Murder urged you to carry out his bloodthirsty message to the world. But for the first time in too long… you felt at peace, bathing in the silence this new-found freedom brought.

With an audible sigh, you stretched your naked body in the soft satin sheets. Dusk was near, you could see the last sunrays retreating and slowly drowning Gortash’s chambers in comfortable and soothing darkness.

For just a moment, everything felt right. Like you’d never been gone, never been backstabbed by Orin, never been abducted… never ended up with a damn tadpole in your head… never suffered from amnesia.

Your memories were taking their sweet time to come back to you still. But you were getting there. Bits and pieces, crumbs of information your own brain was withholding from you began to form a bigger picture.

If there was one puzzle piece, however, that had already fallen back in place, it was that Enver Gortash and you shared a history that went well beyond an amenable alliance. You were rather unfamiliar with the concept of love and so was he. What you had was a filthy connection made of lust, greed, and lechery. But you liked him—more than you wished to admit. There was no doubt you would viciously slaughter anyone who dared to touch him. Only one person was allowed to kill or fuck him—and that person was you.

“Tell me, what are you thinking about, my little assassin?” His raspy voice was accompanied by the faint rustling of the bed sheets as he turned to face you.

“You. Me. My past. The life that lies ahead of me now that I’m free to do what I wish.”

“Is that so…” he responded with slight dismay, “In all honesty, my dear, it’s a shame you rejected the God of Murder. To be Bhaal’s Chosen… an honour and a responsibility that would have kept you invincible… and more powerful than ever, fit to rule by my side.”

The sudden anger surging within you felt like daggers made of ice boring into your chest. Enver was many things but he was no fighter. He was a cunning politician with a hand for charming people into what he wanted. Before he even had a chance to react, you had already pinned him down on the mattress, straddling him. Your hand closed around his throat, squeezing just hard enough to cut off his air supply but not hard enough to keep him from speaking.

“Do you think I turned good? That I want to become a hero now? That I rejected Bhaal because I could no longer bear the thought of my sins? Oh no,” you spat, “From now on forth, my sins are my own, not Bhaal’s. You’d do well to remember that and respect my decision, Chosen of Bane because as much as I enjoy the idea of your warm corpse drenching the sheets in blood, I’m not much for necrophilia.”

Enver swallowed, and you could feel his Adam’s apple dance beneath your palm. There was a sliver of panic in his dark eyes—it was one thing you liked about him. He’d never underestimate you or what you were capable of. “Of course. You can… let go now, my little assassin.”

You obeyed—for it would indeed be a pity if your renewed companion withered away so quickly. You had no intention whatsoever to kill him just yet, if ever. Still, when you voiced your threat to give your hazardous anger a vent, you knew deep down that you were not lying. “Do not question me again or I will start questioning whether your head should remain attached to your body.”

Gortash laughed, a sound you enjoyed for it usually expressed his admiration for your ruthlessness; and just like that, another snippet of information dripped into your mind. You remembered. You used to enjoy him praising your cruel savagery. You made a good team, you and him. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[lancermylove]

Chapter 2 (N.SFW)

➣ Pairing: Demon brothers, Royals, Solomon with fem!Reader. ➣ Warning: N.SFW ➣ Word Count: 2,868 ➣ Chapters [SFW]: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12] ➣ Chapters [N.SFW]: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12]

➣ A/N: The poll is still open, but looking at the percentage difference, most of you want a little spice to the story. The SFW version will have two routes: platonic and romantic. The N.SFW version will only be romantic, but the remaining story is the same for both versions. The SFW version is here.

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The first two days in the cabin were lively as the brothers explored the area nearby and enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere. All the while, Lucifer remained secluded in his room, occasionally venturing to the kitchen to get food. However, on the third day, they began to regret accepting your offer to stay in a secluded cabin. Though there was a large town several miles away, Lucifer had strictly restricted them from going to town, especially without your presence. The Avatar of Pride didn't want his brothers to cause chaos, let alone in the Human Realm.

Belphie lay on the couch, snuggled in a cream-colored faux fur throw. He was dozing off with his head on Beel's lap, who was busy munching on sweets, trying not to drop any crumbs on his twin's head. Mammon sunk further into a gray sofa chair, his eyes dully staring out the ceiling-height glass windows overlooking the mountain range. Satan sat by the fireplace and read a book about Christmas traditions in the human world. Asmo stood by the windows, posing and clicking selfies to share on Devilgram once he returned home. Levi had his face buried in his cell phone as he tried to figure out how to play a game you recommended.

You walked downstairs, wearing a white and blue unicorn onesie, but stopped when you saw the state of the living room. Were they bored already? It was only the third day, and they had to spend the entire month of December in the cabin. You felt a presence behind you and tilted your head back to find Lucifer studying his brothers with a lack of emotion on his visage. His piercing vermillion eyes shifted to you as if waiting for you to devise a solution to the crisis and find some entertainment for them.

'Why me?' You thought, looking back at the brothers. 'Is Lucifer punishing me for something?'

As you cautiously walked downstairs, you felt a sense of unease due to the tightly coiled structure of the staircase. You glanced casually at Satan and noticed the book in his hands. That's it! The entire reason you were there was to experience the way humans celebrated the month of December. You stood before the demons with a broad smile on your pink gloss-coated lips and excitedly announced your plan. "We don't need to wait for Christmas to do anything fun. We will celebrate the holidays traditionally, with decorations and all!"

Satan was the first to look at you and seemed happy about the idea, while the remainder of the brothers stared at you curiously, wondering what you had in mind.

"We need to...decorate the cabin's interior and exterior and need a Christmas tree. So someone to decorate, shop, pick a tree, and...oh, sweaters!" You said, laying your plan out. Your eyes briefly moved to Lucifer to see if he had any objections, but the eldest brother stared at you with his arms folded across his chest. Taking this as a sign of approval, you explained the rest of your plan in one breath. "Beel, you will find the perfect Christmas tree. Belphie, you can decorate the tree. Asmo, you can pick out the decorations since you are the best at shopping. Satan, you can decorate the inside of the cabin. Levi, we will go shopping for sweaters for the Christmas Day party. Mammon, you can decorate the outside of the cabin. I will help all of you while Lucifer oversees everything."

"Eh? So, I gotta freeze my behind off to decorate the outside while Lucifer does nothin'?" Mammon muttered under his breath with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. "That ain't fair."

"That sounds like the perfect job for you, Mammon." Levi chuckled, but his lips quickly dropped when he realized his responsibility. "Y-You...want me to...go to a s-store with you? Can't we just use a service like Akuzon?"

"No! Shopping in person is part of the whole Christmas experience. Besides, I will be with you, so don't worry." You reassured him, brushing aside his unnecessary concern. "Asmo, let's go shopping today. The quicker we get the decorations, the faster we can start our celebrations."

Satan looked down at the book on his lap before returning his gaze to you and quietly asking, "Mind if I join you? Since I am decorating the interior, I can help pick out the decor."

"Sure! In that case, Beel, why don't you tag along? Satan might need help carrying all the bags. Oh, and there will be loads of food at the Christmas Market." You said playfully, purposely emphasizing the magic word - food. The Avatar of Gluttony forgot that Belphie had his head on his lap and stood up immediately, jolting his younger twin awake.

"Beel..." Belphie tiredly whined, to which Beel apologized, making everyone chuckle.

The holiday cheer was in the air, a buzz of activities filling the streets of the festive market. Tents and shops were loaded with holiday items, from bright lights and shiny ornaments to mouthwatering baked goods. The sound of live Christmas melodies could be heard in the distance toward the center of the market. Children chased each other around, their laughs echoing throughout the area, livening the market further. Asmo, Beel, and Satan scanned the market in awe, not expecting such a large amount of people there.

"It will be better if we split up so we can cover the market before night falls," Satan suggested, but before you could answer him, Beel walked away, drawn by the aroma of peppermint and chocolate. Without waiting for your response, Satan followed his younger brother to make sure he didn't cause any trouble. Taking the chance, Asmo grabbed your hand and pulled you to a nearby tent filled with shiny and glittery decorations.

"Sweetie, look at this." Asmodeus held up a charm bracelet with a small snowman with a red scarf and green Santa hat, a Christmas tree with colorful ornaments, a cartoon reindeer, and various colorful gifts. "It's so cute! Oh, and this is cute too."

You wanted to remind him that he was supposed to be shopping for Christmas decorations, but seeing his face lit up as his eyes danced from one piece of jewelry to another, you couldn't bring yourself to pull him away. You let him browse the store for a while before finally reminding him that they needed to buy decorations.

Even then, Asmo got distracted by a shop that sold sweets, and you couldn't blame him. As you stepped into the cozy tent, you were instantly enveloped in a heavenly aroma that tantalized your senses. The air was sweet and rich with the scent of freshly baked goodies. The sugary, buttery goodness mixed with the warm, spicy aroma of cinnamon, vanilla, and chocolate created an irresistible sensation. The subtle notes of spices made the smell even more alluring. Your eyes were drawn to the table overflowing with cakes, pastries, and winter-themed cookies, each one looking more delicious than the last. If Beel had been there, he would buy the entire bakery and devour everything in less than an hour.

As the two of you continued shopping, the sweet smell of sugary ginger tickled Asmo's nose. In the corner of the lively, bustling market, he noticed an elderly woman, who seemed out of place, standing in front of a small gingerbread stall. Her face was framed by long, tattered gray hair, and her weary eyes watched the people with little interest. The Avatar of Lust briefly glanced at you as you browsed through the Christmas tree ornaments before looking around the area. However, his gaze kept returning to the woman.

Leaving you to choose the ornaments, he slowly approached her with a warm smile, but his smile faltered when he looked into her emerald eyes. They seem distant, almost blank, as if life had drained the will and light out of her soul.

"Can I please get one gingerbread cookie?" Asmo sweetly asked.

The woman wordlessly wrapped the cookie in a paper napkin and handed it to him, almost hinting for him to leave her alone. Despite that, Asmo stayed put and took a small bite from the gingerbread man's right arm. His eyes widened as the layers of spices, creaminess, and sweetness exploded on his tongue, making him crave more.

"(Y/n)! Come here! You have to try this. " He called out to you. One bite and you were instantly in love with the soft, delectable treat and gave the elderly woman the widest grin possible.

"Ma'am, these are the most delicious gingerbread men I have ever tasted. I will take two bags, please." Hearing your compliment and seeing your reactions, the corners of her lips slightly twitched, but she remained silent. While the elderly lady bagged the treats for you, Asmo reached into one of the shopping bags and fished out a red box with a green satin bow.

"It is a little early to give a Christmas present, but this is for you." The Avatar of Lust handed her the box, but the lady refused, seeming embarrassed to accept the gift from a stranger. Asmo chuckled and gently pushed the box into her hands. "Please, I insist. Think of it as a gift from...someone who cares...like a gift from a stranger who is like your son."

Hearing those words, the woman's face softened, and her eyes filled with familiar grief and tears. Like a knife through her heart, his words brought back memories that she thought she had successfully suppressed. Both you and Asmo were taken aback at her sudden change in expression as you exchanged a look with him. Did Asmo say something he wasn't supposed to?

"A-Are you alright?" You concernedly asked. The woman nodded and quickly wiped the tears from her cheek with her trembling hand before displaying a gentle yet pained smile.

"You remind me of my son - such a sweet and gentle boy he was. Last year, he got into an accident and lost his life." The sweetness in her voice was overshadowed by the grief held in her heart. "Since then, I have been alone."

"Sorry," Asmo whispered as he lowered his head, feeling guilty for unintentionally digging up a painful memory.

"No, child. I cannot remember the last time someone showed me kindness. Thank you for the gift. I will treasure it." The elderly woman gently said, lifting the lid of the gift box. She briefly stared at the gingerbread man-shaped earrings, and in the next moment, her face brimmed with joy. A hearty laughter broke out from deep within her as if a heavy burden had finally been lifted from her shoulders.

Both you and Asmo felt the joy emitting from the woman, causing you to grin and giggle along with her. A warm sensation fluttered in Asmo's heart, something he had never experienced, but he couldn't make sense of it. With a gentle caress of her hand on his head, the aged lady warmly spoke, "May God bless you, dear child. I wish you an early Merry Christmas."

Asmo's expression shifted imperceptibly as the lady blessed him, but he quickly regained his composure and maintained his smile. Despite his reaction, Asmo understood that the lady meant no harm, but the thought of God blessing him sent a chill down his spine. Meanwhile, you pressed your lips firmly in a thin line to stop yourself from laughing at the ironic situation. As if drawn by the woman's laughter, Beel and Satan approached the stall. The fourth brother watched the interaction between the lady and Asmo with a curious expression, while the sixth brother was focused entirely on the cookies.

Without glancing at Beel, you handed him one of the bags you purchased from the woman. The instant he took one bite of the cookie, Beel asked her to pack all the treats for him, rendering the lady speechless.

"God bless all of you." She warmly said once again, causing Satan discomfort and Beel confusion. You pressed the back of your fingers to your lips to stop yourself from bursting out laughing.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Beel and Satan said their goodbyes and left, leaving you and Asmo to explore the enchanting night market. The market was illuminated by a dazzling display of Christmas lights, which adorned the cobblestone streets like shimmering stars in the night sky. The small shops lined the sidewalks looked even more inviting, with their warm, golden light spilling out into the street. The air was crisp and cool and carried a sense of tranquility as the snowflakes fell gently from the sky, blanketing everything in sight in a soft, white powder.

Asmo led you through the bustling crowds, the twinkling Christmas lights illuminating his pale orange eyes. Finally, he found a quiet spot and turned to face you, a mischievous sparkle in his gaze. He held out a white gift box with a deep blue ribbon neatly tied.

"This is an early present for you." He said with a playful wink.

A smile tugged on your lips as you carefully opened the box to reveal a custom glass Christmas tree ornament with a photo of you and Asmo. The image depicted a moment when he kissed your cheek, and you were blushing and laughing. Below the photo were beautifully calligraphed words that read:

Dear (y/n), I can't tell you how lucky I feel to have someone like you in my life. You always know how to cheer me up, and I can never thank you enough for always being there for me. I feel more beautiful when I am around you. I love you with all my heart! Lots of love, Asmo

Your cheeks burned bright, and tears stung your eyes as you read his message. You slowly lifted your head and met his gaze, not knowing how to express the swirl of emotions in your heart. The soft glow of the Christmas lights filled your eyes as Asmo stepped closed and enveloped you in a tender embrace. The chilliness of the night made the warmth of his body even more welcoming to you and only heightened your blush. For an instant, the world around you fell silent, leaving only the rhythmic beating of your hearts as Asmo leaned in, his movements almost languid, to tenderly brush his lips against yours.

As you pulled away from the kiss, you stared into his eyes, your gaze holding yearning and desire. Your heart skipped a few beats at the thought of what would happen next, and though you remembered you were in a public place, you didn't care. Being the Avatar of Lust, he instantly picked up on your signal, grabbed your hand, and dragged you away from there.

The market lights began to disappear as Asmo brought you to an empty alley, but it felt more like a secret spot for lovers to find. The quietness of the surroundings was slightly eerie, but you didn't have enough time to think about that as your lover connected his lips once more with yours, but this time with more intensity.

Time seemed to cease as Asmo's hands slid under your jacket and sweater, exploring the smooth surface of your skin. However, he was cautious not to expose too much of your skin to the chilly night air as he didn't want you to catch a cold. His touch gently followed the curves and valleys of your body until it eventually drifted inside your pants, causing a wave of goosebumps to ripple along your skin. Your lips were locked with his as your tongues danced in a captivating tango, both equally eager and enraptured by the sensation. His breath, along with yours, became deeper and heavier as the heat of the moment consumed your bodies and hearts.

Asmo's gentle touch against your folds made you shiver, each caress filling you with anticipation while your excitement reached a fever pitch. You squeezed your eyes shut and melted under his experienced touch as his fingers massaged your clitoris in a circular motion. Asmo was mindful of your surroundings and drank every moan that arose from your lips, not wanting to draw any attention to the alleyway. He didn't break away even when your moans made his head spin.

His index and right fingers slowly disappeared inside you, feeling as if they were being swallowed by a warm abyss. Their invasion left you weak in the knees and set your body on fire. Your insides tightly gripped his fingers, eagerly pulling them in deeper as a deep rumble of pleasure jolted through your heated body. With each movement of his hands, your wetness coated his fingers, and you inched closer to your edge. Asmo smiled on your lips, knowing well the delight he was giving you, but he had no plans of stopping until you were fully satisfied.

In a matter of minutes, you were in a state of euphoria. Your head spun with intense pleasure as your body trembled and your walls clamped down on Asmo's fingers. Pure bliss was all you felt. You couldn't have asked for a better ending to the perfect evening.

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The Fort

TW: Silliness without plot, silliness, literally no serious plot

___

Price liked giving the boys days off together if he could, that way they could keep each other occupied. Believe it or not, they actually get into less trouble when two or more of them are free. They liked to hoard themselves in the rec room their entire day off, usually leaving the room in a mess by the time they left.

Price normally never witnessed the mayhem first-hand, always giving the boys their space to enjoy themselves. But he wanted to check on them after giving them a week off after a hard mission. He hadn't seen them for four days straight and just wanted to confirm they were alive. So he went to the rec room with cookies as a peace offering for intruding.

Price was not prepared for the sheer chaos that greeted him when he opened the door.

The couches were flipped over, leaning against the pool table with sheets thrown overtop. The boys were no where in sight and Price realized the TV was missing from its usual place, as well. The extension cords suggested it was in their makeshift fort. Price inched closer to the fort, hearing muttering from within it.

"Boys?"

The muttering ceased and a broomstick suddenly stuck out from the sheets, prodding Price in the stomach to keep him from coming any closer.

"Come no closer, fiend!"

Price blinked at Gaz's exclaim as what sounded like Soap and Roach laughing followed.

"Fiend?"

"Hold up-" Gaz sticks his head out from the sheets, "Oh! Hi, Captain! Sorry, we thought you were Ghost coming back to steal our bounty!"

Price blinked, processing what Gaz had said, "You're... trying to keep Ghost... from stealing your 'bounty'?"

Soap pokes his head out, "He kept eating all the crisps and wanted to control the TV so we kicked him out."

Roach pokes out from under Soap, "Now he's our mortal enemy."

"Huh... Alright, then. Well, I was coming to see if you boys were alive."

Roach points, "What's in the container?"

"Oh, Laswell's snickerdoodle cookies."

The three gasp, stars in their eyes. They disappear under the sheets, back into the fort, before they use the broomstick to open the sheets up.

"Welcome, Lord Price! Come share your treasure with us!"

Price snorts, "I have work to do, boys. Just came to check on you."

"Oh..."

"But these cookies are for you."

"YES!"

Price leans down to hand over the cookies when, suddenly, they're snatched from Price's hands.

"What-?"

He turns in time to see Ghost disappear out of the rec room. Price didn't have to say anything (or more like didn't have time to) before Gaz, Soap, and Roach charged out of the fort after Ghost.

"COME BACK HERE, THIEF!"

Price stands, blinking. He really had to get back to work but the boys were clearly doing something far more entertaining than whatever the SAS emailed him. Price decides to sit on the floor, pulling out his phone and checking the base's security footage. From there, he was able to watch the boys chase after Ghost throughout the halls.

Sadly, he couldn't hear what they were saying. And he knows it was hilarious. Though he was fairly entertained by how everyone else on base was reacting to the chaos of the 141's core members running around like madmen over a container of cookies.

Eventually, Ghost ran into the rec room. He got on his knees and slid past Price into the fort. The sheets fluttered closed by the time the other three ran in.

"GHOST!"

"My fort now."

Price covered his mouth to keep from laughing as Gaz was swatted by the broomstick when he tried to get back into the fort. Soap and Roach were also swatted when they got too close, making Price realize there was only one opening into their fort.

"YOU DISHONORABLE CRUMB OF DIRT! LEAVE OUR FORT IMMEDIATELY AND WE WILL SHOW YOU MERCY!"

Price snickered at the commitment Gaz was giving this bit.

"Let me think about it... Nah, I'm staying."

"THEN YOU LEAVE US NO CHOICE-"

"Oh please, what are you going to do? You can't touch me!"

Soap joins in, "Oh, fairest Ghost! May I join you inside?"

"No."

Soap gasps loudly, "I thought we had something!"

Price rolls his eyes and stands, "You boys have your fun-"

Price is stopped from leaving by Roach, "Lord Price! Help us retake our fort and we shall share our bounty with you!"

"Boys-"

Roach takes his goggles off and hits him with the saddest eyes Price has ever seen on him. Gaz and Soap quickly join in and Price sighs loudly, knowing he wouldn't hear the end of it if he didn't help them.

"Fine. Step aside."

Price approaches the fort, ready for Ghost to swipe at him with the broomstick. Once he was close enough, the broomstick stuck out, ready to hit him. Price quickly grabbed it and yanked it out of Ghost's grasp.

There was a moment of silence before-

"Oh shit-"

"CHARGE!"

Gaz dives into the fort, Soap and Roach following suit. Immediately there was high pitched screaming and cursing. Price backed up, not sure what to expect. Suddenly, Ghost crawls out of the fort lightning speed, Gaz following him but only going a foot outside of the fort. Price yelps when Ghost knocks into his legs, sending him crashing to the floor.

"BLOODY HELL, SIMON!"

Ghost lays on top of him, Price wheezing by his weight being completely on his stomach. He wiggled around but found himself unable to get free.

"Listen here, you little shits! I have a hostage!"

Roach peeks out and gasps, "He has Lord Price!"

Gaz goes to charge out but Soap grabs him by the ankle, "No! Don't! There's no telling what he might do to him!"

"That's right! He's in danger until you give into my demands!"

Gaz glares, "What do you want?"

"To be let back into the fort!"

Gaz looks at Roach and Soap for their input before sighing, "Fine, you can come back."

"AND I WANT TO WATCH LEGALLY BLONDE!"

"FUCKING-"

Price groans, "Let him watch the movie!"

"UGH- FINE!"

Ghost gets off of Price and shoves his way back into the fort. Price wheezes as he sits up. He forgot how big of a guy Ghost was. Gaz crawls over to him.

"Are you alright, Lord Price?"

"I'll live. Is this seriously what you boys get up to on your days off?"

Gaz blinks, "Yea? What else would we do?"

Price stares before shrugging.

"DON'T EAT ALL THE COOKIES!"

Gaz immediately darts back into the fort. Price rolls his eyes but smiles as he stands. He begrudgingly went back to his boring office and to do his boring reports. He'll have to see if there's room for him in the fort tomorrow.

#something something about men who weren't able to play as children finally being able to goof off #something about the boys feeling comfortable enough with price to act like this #something silly :) #a small drabble/fic until i get a bigger fic out #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #john price #gary roach sanderson #call of duty #cod mwii #modern warfare ii #drabble #plotlessness #plotless fluff #fluff #fam 141

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an angsty to fluff fic where shuri is a known player in the royal family but the reader is a sweetheart and then shuri falls for her and tried to win her over but reader cannot believe it or is flabbergasted?? happy ending tho pls <3

First of all, many of you are so cute with your little requests. So many of you are creative! Okay, this one is LONG. I hope you enjoy it. Feel free to leave comments. It probably will have a second part.

Don't Wanna be a Player No More

The meeting at the palace finished, but M’Baku stuck around, joining Shuri for lunch. Together they walked into the cafe. 

In time, they had grown closer with the Jabari leader taking on the role of a big brother. He would never replace T’Challa nor was he trying to. He simply cared about Shuri and felt she’d been dealt extremely cruel hands. He wanted to be of support to her. Plus, they found that they enjoyed the other’s company. 

“Bast, I’m starving,” Shuri said, approaching the food court.

“I could eat multiple feasts right now,” M’Baku agreed.

“That’s you on the daily.”

“And what about it? A king has to eat. Do you see my stature? I can’t afford to play small.” Just as he said that, his eyes landed on one of the servers. He offered his best smile. “See, Hadiza here knows just what I’m talking about.”

“Why must you bring Hadiza into it? She’s here to feed your belly not your ego.” Shuri cracked a smile at the pretty worker who softly laughed. 

“I come in peace,” Hadiza said, piling food onto their plates and earning laughter from them. 

“Ah, here’s Riri. Someone with respect,” M’Baku called, seeing the science genius enter the premises. She was not alone. Another woman accompanied her.    You. 

Shuri, who sat her plate down at a table, followed M’Baku’s gaze. 

“Goodness, could you stare any harder?” He said rather than asked Shuri, who nodded in greeting at Riri. 

“For your information, she looks familiar.” As Shuri watched you taking your turn to get your food, she tried to place you, but to no avail. 

“She also looks like your next victim,” M’Baku said, amused by his own joke. 

Shuri threw a crumb at him. “Hush up. I’m a single woman.”

You walked with Riri over to them, feeling a little nervous about meeting Wakanda’s new Queen. You knew this day would come considering your opportunity.

“Hey y’all.” Riri smiled. “Shuri, I’m sure you know Y/N. M’Baku, this is Y/N.”

You wanted to shake Shuri’s hand but it seemed like bad timing with it being lunch and all.

“How are you?” M’Baku cordially greeted you, slyly taking you in. 

“He’s the leader of the Jabari tribe,” Riri explained to you. 

You laughed a bit and nodded because you were well aware. “And this must be Queen Shuri,” You said, successfully making the others laugh. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” You bowed.

Riri’s smile faded as she sat down. She had told you it was unnecessary to do that yet it did in fact feel necessary. First impressions were everything and you were raised to respect people and if bowing was a royal custom, so be it.

There was a mysterious small groan that could be heard. 

“You don’t have to do that,” Shuri said, to which M’Baku agreed.

“Told you,” Riri muttered before eating her baked potatoes.

“I’m sorry,” You said, feeling your skin heat up.

Shuri waved it off with a smile. “All good. Just promise me that’ll be the first and last time you do that. Deal?”

“Deal.”

You were relieved that things were going well so far on your first day at the palace. 

“So Y/N, do you work with Riri?” M’Baku asked, making conversation.

“I do, only for two hours, though. I’m mainly here to do outreach work.” You ignored the fact that Shuri was staring at you. Of course she’d be interested in this conversation. It was her business.

“Ah, that’s how I know you,” the Queen said, holding her fork. “Nakia referred you.”

You smiled. “Yes.”

“That’s impressive ‘cause Nakia wouldn’t just send over anyone.”

“Duh,” Riri said, making M’Baku laugh. She grinned at the look Shuri gave her. “Nah, but I just have a good feeling about Y/N being here. She’s dope.”

“Aww, thank you! The feeling is mutual. It’s an honor to be surrounded by greatness,” You said, looking at the three of them. 

“You belong here,” Shuri said to you.

You repeated the statement to yourself, knowing you’d never forget it.

~

You were focused on your data work. It consisted of the different organizations you’d been in contact with. In just your first week, you’d connected with hundreds of individuals. The doors opened, but you remained focused. 

“Hey,” You heard Shuri say, causing you to acknowledge her. “Where’s Riri?”

“I think she’s at the cafe with Kenya,” You answered, referring to the genius scientist’s girlfriend. 

Shuri nodded. “Are you coming with us tonight?”

Some of the team was having an outing this evening. Of course you’d been invited and didn’t mind the idea of attending. You liked your colleagues thus far and wanted to make another good impression by showing up.

“Yep, even though I don’t drink…” 

“Neither do I. And I still know how to have fun.” She shrugged a shoulder and came closer, observing your screen. “I really hope you have fun tonight, you deserve it.”

You smiled. “I’m sure I will. You all seem like a good time.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Are you a good time?” 

You chuckled at her sheer curiosity, tilting your head to the side thoughtfully. “I mean, I wouldn’t say I’m the life of the party, but I vibe off good energy.” 

Shuri smiled, her beauty on constant display. “I know just what you mean.” She rested her hand on your desk. “I promise I have good energy.” She was staring at you while you were entranced by her tattoo.

“Cool tat.”

She laughed softly. “Thank you! Do you have any tattoos?”

Before you could answer, you both heard Riri come in, declaring, “Alright, we out!”

“Hold on,” Shuri called, turning back to you. “Y/N, are you good to go straight there? Or did you need to stop home first?”

“I think I’m good, I have everything I need.”

“But a ride,” Riri said. “C’mon, Kenya’s waiting.”

“Can she at least use the bathroom first?” Shuri said back, pulling a face at you, as if to say “can you believe this girl?”

“You didn't go already? Never mind, it’s cool. I’ll wait.”

“Or you can ride with me,” Shuri mentioned to you.

Riri smirked at the Queen. 

You lifted your hands in surrender. “Okay, okay, I do need to go to the bathroom, but I won’t be long. Riri, I don’t want to keep you and Kenya waiting, though.”

“Nah, it’s fine. Let me go with you.” She waited for you to grab your stuff. 

Unbeknownst to you, Shuri admired the view of you as you walked towards Riri. 

“Thanks for offering though, I appreciate it,” You called over your shoulder, smiling at Shuri, who quickly brought her eyes back to your face and matched your expression.

Shuri did her nightly check-in of the lab before leaving. When she went to the bathroom, you were exiting it. You held the door open for her with your usual kind smile. 

“Thank you, usana,” the royal said. “That’s a nice dress, by the way.”

~

After debating, Okoye got involved in this heated exchange that consisted of a female letting Shuri have it. “Excuse me, what seems to be the trouble here?” 

The girl’s eyes widened before she glowered and pointed at Shuri. “So you do have a girlfriend!”

Okoye rolled her eyes to the high heavens. 

“Yes, this is my girlfriend,” Shuri deadpanned, and shooting Okoye a look that said “just go with it.” 

Okoye had other plans. “I am the general, thank you very much.” 

“You’re fucking your general?” 

“For Bast’s sake,” Okoye said as Shuri stifled a laugh.

“Walk away,” Shuri said, steering Okoye away from the infuriated young woman. Okoye of course stayed behind to make sure the stranger left. 

Shuri finally released her laugh as Okoye wore the ultimate look of disgust. 

“You have got to be more selective, your highness.”

“Hey, what’d I say about formality after hours?”

Okoye shook her head. “I thought I was going to have to hurt her, but she’s just an idiot. Why can’t you get involved with one girl? Preferably a decent one with a working brain.” 

Shuri smirked as she eyed you across the room. “Funny you say that because I know someone.”

Okoye followed her vision. “Is that the new girl Y/N?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Maybe I should retract my statement. She seems too good for you.”

“I’m sorry, how did you say you know her again?” Shuri narrowed her eyes at her. 

Okoye smirked. “You know I’m right.”

Shuri tuned Okoye out as you and her made eye contact. You both smiled. Shuri made her way towards you as you finished your plastic cup of soda. 

“The vibes must be off,” said Shuri, speaking down into your ear so you could hear her. She could have sworn she saw you shiver. “Are you cold?” She pulled away and unzipped her royal green Adidas Ivy Park tracksuit. 

“Oh, no, no, you don’t have to do that,” You replied, though the royal was now clad in just a tank top that showed off her fit form. You forced your eyes on her face.

“You sure? It’s not a problem, Y/N.”

“I don’t want you to be cold.”

She chuckled inwardly. “You’re so cute. Tell you what, if I do get cold, you can help warm me up.” She studied your reaction, only getting a little laugh. You were very oblivious.

“Is that your way of saying you want to dance?” You asked her.

“Actually, yeah. I’d like that.” She took your hand, leading you to the dance floor. 

It just so happened they were playing one of your new favorite songs. When that song came on, you didn’t care who was around. 

Shuri and others gassed you up as you moved. But when it was all over, you suddenly turned shy. You looked around and saw two chicks staring you down—but bitterly. 

“Well, damn, what did I do?” You thought aloud.

“Hmm?” Shuri looked at you, listening attentively as you cupped your hand around her ear, informing her of the two strange women. Shuri found the culprits and glared daggers at them until they averted their gazes.

“Do you know them?” You asked. “‘Cause I don’t. Never seen ‘em a day in my life.”

“Don’t pay them no mind, they’re just jealous,” Shuri said, pulling your back against her front. She felt warm, soft, and firm all at once. And she smelled divine. She must have wanted to comfort you because she was stroking your arms. 

Clearly you weren’t the only sweet one.

You leaned into her, which made her smile yet again. “Can we keep dancing? You’re so good at it,” she asked. You laughed and nodded, feeling boosted by her compliment. The next grind-inducing song came on causing you to whine your hips. Fueled by the music, you even dropped it low, backing it up against Shuri, who gripped your hips and moved with you. 

“Damn, Y/N! Okay!” You heard Riri say. “She said I’m not a wallflower no more!”

You and Shuri had a good laugh.

The royal noticed you seemed slightly out of it; she deduced it to her jacket and all the dancing and excitement. She gently removed the jacket from you and held it. “Let’s get you some water, party girl.”

She held your hand and you felt protected as you trekked to the bar. 

“I’m getting ready to head out,” Shuri said. She never liked to stay out too long. 

“Oh, okay,” You looked at her nodding. You weren’t quite ready to leave yourself but if Shuri was leaving, you didn’t care to stay either.

“I can give you a ride,” She offered, to which you accepted. 

Shortly after, you said goodbye to everyone. Kenya was the designated driver for Riri. 

“Bye girl, see you Monday!” Riri hugged you. “Bye, Shuri.” The Queen gave her a side-hug and nodded at Kenya before resting her hand on the small of your back, escorting you out of the club with Okoye and Aneka in tow.

Shuri programmed your address into her car. It smelled as good as she did. 

“I hope you don’t mind, but Okoye and Aneka are gonna follow us,” she mentioned to you before starting the car.

“No, I know. It’s cool. That’s their job.” You got comfy in the chair, leaning back.

“Oh, you’re going to sleep on me?” Shuri asked, starting the car. She jokingly sucked her teeth. “Damn, Y/N.”

“Noo, I’mma keep you company.”

She chuckled and turned on her music at a comfortable volume. “Nah, it’s okay. I’ll wake you up when we’re there.” Although you were close to dozing off, you fought to stay up with Shuri. You felt bad about sleeping when she was giving you a ride. 

She was a little worried that you might fall out, so she walked you to your door. 

“Thank you, Shuri. I had fun tonight,” You spoke as you used your keys.

Your words lit her up. “My pleasure, and you most definitely are a good time.”

You could only yawn in response.

Shuri chuckled. “Have a good sleep, okay?”

You gave her a hug and she gladly accepted, squeezing you. “You too. Get home safe.”

“I will, babe.”

Whenever she called you a pet name, it made you feel gooey inside, but you always pushed it out of your head believing it meant little if anything at all. 

All you could think that besides the ones your grandmother gave, that was one of the best hugs you ever had. 

Shuri waited until you were inside with the door shut before taking her leave. You were surprised when you awoke in the morning to see a text from her: Made it home safely. Enjoy your weekend! x

~

“You texting somebody?” 

Shuri’s smile faded. She was responding to your reply about her making it home safely. You had wished her a happy, restful weekend. “Yes, Imani. Why?”

“Just trying to figure out who with that Kool-aid smile. They gave you good news or something?” 

Shuri stared at her and the woman stared back, arching an eyebrow.

“How’s your food?” Shuri changed the subject. She had taken one of her lady friends out for breakfast.

“It’s good,” her companion admitted, flipping her locs over her shoulder. “I’m not done either.”

“I said you could have whatever you want,” Shuri dryly reminded her. 

“I know. Excuse me, waiter? Yes, I would like try your international omelette next.”

“Okay, and for you, miss?” He addressed Shuri.

“I’m good, thank you.” 

After breakfast, Shuri took Imani to the mall. She was losing patience because unlike herself, Imani was no fast shopper. To say she was taking her precious time was an understatement. Shuri knew it was intentional. Imani felt like she was entitled to get under her skin. 

She was about to just tell Imani to call her when she was done and she’d pick her up. Until she saw you. You were looking at dresses. And just like that, Shuri’s irritation melted away. 

She snuck up behind you, covering your eyes. “You didn’t tell me you were coming to the mall.”

A puff of surprise left your throat. “Shuri?” 

“The one and only.”

You turned around, revealing your bright smile. “You didn’t tell me either, miss thang.”

Shuri motioned to the clothes. “I see you’re looking at dresses, what’s the occasion?”

Her eyes bored into you as you shared that you were buying some work attire.

“Ah, I see…you sure none of these are for a date?” 

You chuckled. “I mean, I guess they could be…” The two of you kept your smiles. “So, what brings you here?”

Shuri’s visage dulled. “I’m here with a friend.”

“Oh, that’s cool.”

“What are you doing after this?”

“Well, actually, I was planning to get a tattoo. Remember you asked me if I had any? This will be my first one.”

Shuri was so interested, firing off questions about what and where and when you planned to get the ink. And then someone shouted her name.

You, Shuri, and other patrons whipped their heads to look at Imani.

“I’m ready,” she announced.

“What did I tell you about screaming my name like that?” Shuri asked after a beat.

“You don’t mind it any other time,” Imani shot back. 

You could feel the tension. But what mainly captivated you was the fact that this chick looked awfully familiar. She looked exactly like one of those women who seemed like they wanted to shank you at the club the other night. 

“It’s rude to stare,” Imani said to you.

“That’s funny, weren’t you staring last night?” You blurted. 

Imani pursed her lips smugly but you just walked alway. You didn't want any trouble. And now it was making sense as to why she’d had a problem with you. 

“Looks like your little girlfriend is upset,” Imani commented to Shuri sarcastically.

~

M’Baku watched as you entered the cafe and took your plate before leaving. 

“The first time I see her all week and she disappears,” he said. “Do I even need to ask what happened?” 

“She probably just doesn’t like you,” Shuri said.

He was unamused. “Ha-ha-ha. Shuri, did you do something to that girl?”

“Her name is Y/N, and, no, but I know you love to think that.” She took a long sip from her water jug

“Then why doesn’t she come around anymore? Even with Riri being out sick today, you would think she would feel welcomed to sit with us.”

“She’s been eating as she works.”

The silence was deafening.

Shuri sighed and looked at M’Baku’s knowing expression. “Ever since she found out about Imani, she’s been keeping a distance,” she quietly relayed. 

His eyebrows went up and he nodded. “And why do you think that is?”

Shuri was exasperated. “I don’t know, maybe she liked me?”

“So, you didn’t lead her on?”

“No!” 

M’Baku took Shuri in, but without judgement this time. “Okay, sis.”

Shuri stabbed at her food. “It shouldn’t matter anyway. She’s my employee for Bast’s sake.”

After lunch, Shuri returned to the lab. A week ago you’d worked in pure silence, but now you had taken her invitation to listen to music. It sounded like a movie score that you were listening to. She watched you bob your head as you worked with concentration etched onto your side profile. 

You sensed someone watching you so you turned your back to find the gaze belonged to Shuri. You offered the weakest smile she’d ever seen and redirected your attention to your device. 

Shuri decided to let you be for now. About forty-five minutes later, The Griot alerted there was a visitor on the premises named Zen-daya. Shuri pulled a face in confusion as she saw her information. “I have no idea who this is—“

“It’s for me,” You clarified. 

Shuri noticeably calmed down. “Oh. Who is she?”

You chuckled. “Don’t worry, she’s safe. I told her to meet me here.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“If you must know, she’s my date.”

The room fell silent and thick once more. You packed your things and used the Kimoyo beads you’d been given to confirm with Zen-daya that you were on your way outside. 

As you proceeded to leave, you looked at Shuri—really looked at her for the first time in a week. Although most probably wouldn’t have noticed it, you could tell something was bothering her. You didn’t need to know her long to know she was possibly affected by your obvious detachment. You had gone from warm and engaging to polite and short with her. Although you were doing it for the right reasons, you sympathized with her. 

“Have a good weekend, Shuri,” You said, holding your bag over your shoulder.

She turned her head to eye you. “Y/N.”

You slowed down and faced her with a questioning gaze.

She looked serious. “It won’t take long. I wanted to check-in with you.” You nodded and she continued. 

“If you want to keep things strictly professional between us, I understand. I just hope I haven’t made you uncomfortable.”

You thought of what to say. “You haven’t made me uncomfortable.”

She stood up. “Then why the sudden change? Why don’t you speak anymore?”

“I say good morn—“

“That’s all you say. You stay in here for lunch, avoiding me—even M’Baku has been asking about you. What’s going on? Is everything okay?” 

You were right. She was absolutely affected.

“Is this about Imani—the girl you saw me with at the mall that day?”

A look and feeling of revulsion washed over you at the reminder. The truth was, you’d developed a crush on Shuri following your time at the club together. And you felt foolish when you realized she was involved with someone else—someone she had pretended not to know. Furthermore, Riri had warned you to watch out for Shuri because “she had heartbreaker tendencies.” Overall, keeping things professional seemed for the best.

“No, it’s about me doing what I feel is best.” You mentally high-fived yourself for the mature response. 

Shuri’s frown deepened. She reluctantly nodded and turned away. 

All you could think about was how sad she looked and how you wanted to give her a big hug. But you didn’t dare. 

~

Riri had enough. She pulled Shuri out of the lab. Shuri looked puzzled at Riri’s shrewd countenance. “Yes?”

“Cutting the formalities, you’ve been acting like an ass this whole week, what’s up?” Riri confronted using her hands as she spoke. 

Shuri scoffed.

“No, you have been, ask everyone!” Riri then looked around and lowered her tone, “We can all feel and see how snappy you are.”

Deep down, Shuri knew that for Riri to pull her aside, it was serious. 

“Thank you,” she said, just as earnest. 

Riri softened a tad. “You welcome. Now tell me what’s wrong.”

“Just some personal stuff, it was inappropriate of me to bring it into work. I will apologize.” Without another word, Shuri returned to the lab. She clasped her hands, looking around and soon getting her staff’s attention. “Everyone, a word. This week I’m sure you all noticed a change in my behavior, and for that I sincerely apologize. I have been dealing with some personal matters, but that is not an excuse to mistreat my team. I hope you can forgive me.”

“We know you’re still grieving,” someone called. 

It was time for your shift in the lab. You saw Riri standing just outside the doors, watching what was happening inside. You greeted each other, though you could immediately tell something was off.

“Shuri just apologized to the team,” She filled you in.

“Oh, really? That’s good.”

Riri didn’t react. She looked contemplative. Almost reluctantly, she moved towards you. “Why do I get the feeling some shit went down between you?” She whispered. 

“What do you mean?”

“She hasn’t been the only one acting off. You’ve been strange, too, acting distant.”

“Distant or professional?” You defended. 

Riri  heaved a sigh. “Y/N, just answer the question.”

You checked your surroundings and whispered defensively. “For my own sanity, I had to fall back—you even told me to!” 

Riri just listened. 

“Nothing happened beyond what you saw at the club,” You added. “We didn’t kiss, sleep together, none of that…” 

Suddenly the doors parted, making room for Shuri, and silencing you and Riri. 

“Y’all need to talk,” Riri insisted, eyes darting between you and Shuri. “Let me get back to work.”

“I have to work, too,” You said, shaking your head. “Did you want to talk to me?” You looked at Shuri searchingly, who wore a stoic expression. 

She looked at you for a moment. Then, she shook her head. “No, you can go in.”

~

To make up for her moodiness, Shuri treated her team out that same night. She mingled with her staff—except for you. Though beneath her shades, she kept a watchful eye on you. There was something about you that warranted her protection. She knew how the club and how people could be. 

She was surprised to see you drinking. Though, your reaction to the liquor was comical. You spit it out just as fast as you’d sipped it. This caused you to stain your clothes. Riri was hysterical. Fortunately, as Shuri presumed, Riri accompanied you to the bathroom.

Suddenly, a manicured hand reached for Shuri’s tapered cut but was intercepted by Okoye. 

“Sorry, general, I just wanted to dance with the Queen, is that okay?” The woman responded mildly exasperated. Okoye looked at Shuri, who nodded. Okoye moved back to her position on the side but kept her eye on the woman. 

Shuri’s shielded eyes traveled up the woman’s curvaceous frame. She allowed the woman to wrap her arms around her neck. The intensity of the woman’s perfume practically burned Shuri’s nose. Shuri turned her face, wincing, and gently holding the woman’s waist. 

“I’m sorry,” Shuri told the woman before excusing herself. Okoye and Aneka following her. 

Shuri went to the ladies’ room where you and Riri still were.

“Just take it to the cleaner’s, it’ll be alright,” Riri was saying as you furiously attempted to rid the purple stain from your cream-colored number.

“Hey Shuri,” Riri said in between a chortle. “Do you see this?”

Shuri gave a half-smile. “I don’t know why you were drinking to begin with.”

You looked at her through the mirror. “Because I can.”

Shuri just smirked and you watched as she splashed some cold water on her face.

“Don’t ask,” she said, knowing she had yours and Riri’s attention.

“Oooh, they’re playing my song!” Riri exclaimed. “I’m sorry, Y/N, Shuri is gonna have to take over, I’ve been in here long enough.” She rushed out the door.

“I might as well just suck it up,” You sighed, defeated. 

Shuri removed her leather jacket and held it out to you. Looking at it and then her, you softly declined. 

“Suit yourself,” she said, sniffing into a paper towel.

“What happened to you?” 

Shuri finished with the paper towel, her nose reddening. “This woman, her perfume was overpowering.”

You burst into giggles.

“You’re laughing, but it made my nose hurt,” Shuri said, smiling small. You laughed harder when she started sneezing. 

“Okay, that’s enough,” she said, rolling her eyes playfully after wiping her nose once more. 

“Yeah, you better keep your jacket, girl.”

“Hush.” 

“Make me.” You then chuckled. Shuri cornered you and you quickly grabbed her hands. You held up her tattooed hand and admired it again. “I was supposed to get mine.”

“Oh, you didn’t get it?” You shook your head. “I can take you.”

Shuri was amused and moved by you analyzing and tracing her tattoo. She also secretly enjoyed your touch. “You’re just trying to get out of being tickled,” she said. 

You tightened your hold on her hands even more making her cackle. 

“I love your hands,” You blurted.

For the first time you saw her blush. “Yeah? What do you love about them?”

“They’re strong yet delicate. Just like you.” You smiled. 

“You’re so corny, Y/N.” 

“Yeah, whatever, I told no lies.” You turned away from her. 

Shuri backed you against the counter, making you yelp. She learned it was because you got some water on you. Her mouth was covered by her own hand in shock. You pushed her away from you.

“I am so sorry!”

You grumbled and went towards the door, Shuri fast on your tail. 

“Come on, I have clothes in my car,” she said. 

“Y/N, what happened now?” Riri questioned when Shuri announced that you were leaving. 

“This one got me wet,” You said, sternly pointing at Shuri. 

“In what way?” Riri wriggled her eyebrows.

“Riri, don’t start, I’m embarrassed as it is,” You retorted. “Shuri, let’s go.”

Riri smiled. “I’m just glad to see y’all like this again.”

“How are you getting home?” Shuri asked her. “You should come with us.”

“Kenya is meeting me here.”

“Let’s just wait until she gets here,” Shuri suggested to you, to which you readily agreed. You both went outside and she fetched a pair of basketball shorts and a sports bra for you to change into in the backseat. Shuri, Okoye, and Aneka waited outside.

When you’d already finished, moments later, Shuri opened the car door.  “I just met Kenya at the door. We’re good to go.” She looked you and up and down and smiled. “Don’t you look cute.”

Shuri took you home, but didn’t let you get out of the car just yet. Instead of discussing what she wanted to with you during the ride, she chose to bring it up now. 

“I’m just gonna come right out and say it…I’ve fallen for you. I know it’s only been going on three weeks, but not a day goes by that I don’t think of you and wish I could be right there. It was torture when you pulled back, then to top it off, you were dating that Zen-daya girl. I was miserable, angry, and confused, and taking it out on my team, which wasn’t cool. I never expected to fall for you let alone anyone. Not so fast, not like this. But here I am…not wanting or thinking about anyone but you.” 

Your mouth was ajar. This time you’d gasped albeit quietly. 

“True story,” Shuri confirmed. 

“…I was not expecting that!”

“Hmm.” She smiled to herself. 

You were truly flabbergasted. You had heard that Shuri was a player, plus you were her employee—you didn’t imagine she only wanted you and all to herself.

As if reading your mind, she continued, “I know you’ve heard…bad things about me when it comes to my dating life, and I want you to know I will prove to you that none of this is a game to me.” Her eyes held yours in earnest. After a beat, she laughed some, grasping your chin. “You should really close your mouth before something goes in it.”

“I’m truly flabbergasted…”

Shuri nodded. “This is a lot to take in, so I’ll give you as much time as you need. I promise I’ll be patient.” She leaned over the console and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Let’s get you inside, yeah?”

Part 2

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I saw you baker s/o and I want to request That but instead with Naib, Kurt, Emma, And mike!!!!

As Sweet As Your Pastries Naib, Kurt, Emma and Mike with a Baker S/O

Genre: Fluff

𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐁 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐑

he vaguely remembers his mother baking a few times

it brings a smile to his face to see you being so passionate about something

one time, you noticed him staring, so you decided to invite him, admittedly, he enjoyed a lot more than he expected though he won't admit it unless you ask him directly

Naib's calloused hands handled the piping bag clumsily, smearing the icing messily. His eyebrows furrow in concentration as he draws the whiskers on the cookie. Soft giggles erupt from the baker as they trace patterns and designs perfectly onto the two layer cake they're working on.

prefers eating over baking tho ^^;

he's gotten used to you bringing him treats before his matches though the others claimed it was "unfair" so he started eating them discreetly

your baking reminds him of home

he eats a LOT. even though he doesn't have an affinity for sweets due to the lack of such delicacies in his life before meeting you

Naib reached out for his second tray of cookies, still munching on the cupcake in his left hand. 'Where does all that food go?' the baker pondered, bewildered by the amount of food the merc ate, he never seemed to gain weight, in fact, he only seemed to bulk up even more. The baker poked his hard abdomen, blinking owlishly with an "Oh". Naib quirked an eyebrow, "Wha' ish i'?" he questioned with a mouthful of food. The baker shook their head with an amused smile, "It's nothing darling, do you like the cookies?" they redirected, brushing his hair away from his face.

𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊

he always reads a story to you over tea time

Today, Kurt was telling you all about a realm where fairies, golems and many other creatures resided. The calming ambience of the garden picnic made it a perfect time to relax. Kurt would stop ever so often to take a bite of one of the pastries he held in one of his hands.

sometimes, some of the crumbs land on his book but he doesn't care because the food came from you :D

he surprisingly has some knowledge about baking, he can bake decently by himself

The baker peered over the explorer's shoulder, eyes trained on the mixture Kurt was working on. "Wow.. you actually know how to bake—Oh! no offence of course, it's just that all the other survivors that attempted to created monstrosities that bordered the lines of being rubbish" they chuckled, rubbing their nape. The explorer smiled, shaking his head, "I learned a bit about the craft while growing up" he replied, a somber expression appearing on his face as he stared down in the bowl.

he enjoys designing the cake with mini sketches

some of your recipes were based on stories he'd tell you

you often make him his favorite snacks for when he's reading :D

he stares at you, wondering how the embodiment of his dreams fell right into his arms, especially when you look so at peace

he thinks your smile is as sweet as your pastries

𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒

she's always in awe of your abilities

she enjoys decorating she's a bit too much of a klutz for the other things, it never ends well

Emma sticks out her tongue slightly as she fills in the outline of a rose on the cookie. She grins proudly when she finishes the lovely looking rose, bestowing her creation before you on her outstretched hand. "Look darling! a rose for a lovely person like you!" she beamed. The baker giggled, their emotions showing through the rosy tint on their cheeks.

she hogs treats in matches she willingly takes hits just so she can taste them

after she messed up so many pastries, you stopped letting her bake

"Emma" the baker called out in a stern manner, the smile plastered on their face barely hiding the frustration and exasperation they were currently experiencing. "Would you mind explaining why my cookies and cupcakes are burnt?" they question, a threatening tone underlying their inquiry . The gardener backs away slightly, avoiding their piercing gaze. "U, Uhm, I may have baked them for a little too long—", "A little?" you interjected, your eyebrows twitching in irritation.

emma steals some of your treats for herself sometimes

emma has no favourites, she likes everything you make :D

you feed her some treats while she's tending to the garden

garden tea parties :D

𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍

mike admires your craft, you're so dedicated to it

he remembers pastries he'd occasionally taste but yours are definitely the best!

he asked if you could teach him how to help and ever since then, he's been helping: eating ehem, taste testing, mixing and getting the ingredients and tools and whatnot

he juggles the cookies before shooting them one by one into his mouth

The acrobat snags a few cookies in his hands, juggling them before you. "Hmm, what does this one taste like?~" he speaks with a lilt in his voice, almost teasing as he throws the cookie into his mouth. His eyes sparkle with delight, letting out a sound of recognition—"Dried blueberries! what a treat" he praises. The baker cups their mouth, unable to hold back the quiet giggles escaping their mouth. Mike always seemed to find a way to entertain you, one way or another.

he'll always mess around with you in the kitchen a little

flour fights!

A cheeky smile creeps up Mike's face as he gathers some of the flour on the table into his hand. "Dear, can you please hand me tha—eek! Mike!" the baker hollered as they were met with a fistful of flour. The white powder sinks into their locks and into their clothing. The baker's head is downcast as they scoop flour into their hands, "Two can play it that game!" they yell, throwing towards Mike.

he helps you bake so he can eat them right after

#lawless.writes #idv.writing #idv x reader #idv x gn reader #identity v x reader #idv naib x reader #naib subedar x reader #idv kurt x reader #idv explorer x reader #idv emma x reader #idv gardener x reader #idv emma woods x reader #idv mike x reader #idv mike morton x reader #idv acrobat x reader #idv scenarios

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Hello! I’m making a kid oc and I was wondering if you would be comfortable writing a PLATONIC relationship w/ Zhongli, Kaeya, Thoma and Diluc + Gn Child reader?

I was thinking that reader was really tired and fell asleep on them or something like that.

Feel free to ignore

☆ Platonic relationships, specially with kid reader, heal my soul. I couldn't come with a scenario for kaeya but didn't want to have you waiting, sorry :( ☆

Genshin Dads x Kid!Reader

-> Summary: Kid!Reader falls asleep and their dad takes care of them

Tags: Fluff, Platonic relationship, Kid!reader, the main characters are the Reader's dad. Implied Thoma x Ayato [Thomato🍅?].

-> Warnings: This is a platonic fic involving a kid character, pedophilic behavior of any kind is not accepted nor respected here.

-> Triggers: None

-> Includes: Zhongli, Thoma and Diluc

Please tell me if you find any mistake!

Zhongli

You were peacefully enjoying some warm tea at late noon on Liyue's Harbour best teahouse when you started to feel your eyelids grow heavier. Your dad noticed your behavior and chuckled silently before taking off his coat and covering you with it, "Excuse me, sweetheart -I'm afraid I lost my control over time. How about we head home?"

You were too tired to answer so you just nodded softly after giving a small yawn to him and rubbing your eyes tiredly. You rest your head on his shoulder and he takes you on his arms before heading home, allwhile a loving smile paints his face.

Thoma

You love accompanying you father wherever he goes but, as much as Mr Kamisato Ayato treats you nicely and gives you sweets whenever he sees you -he even showed you his bright katana!-, you have to admit that your father's work is rather...boring. Yes, you love to help him with the broom or cleaning the dust off some tables but the rest of the time you have to spend it in the garden, laying around on the grass or watching a row of ants work together on some lost crumbs.

Today was being a specially long day of work for your father at the Kamisato Estate and although he warned you about it, you were growing more and more tired. Eventually, it didn't take much time until your eyelids became heavier and your mind blurry. You were outside, in the garden, when you fell asleep on the dark wooden stairs of the Kamisato House. As soon as Thoma noticed your absence and couldn't see you around he grew worried and ran outside to search for you but he sighed in relief when he saw that you just fell asleep. He chuckled softly at the sight and picked you up "You're going to catch a cold if you stay outside" and gave you a soft kiss on your forehead before entering again the Kamisato Estate.

He laid you on a pillow and covered you with a soft blanket before smiling to himself and continue working.

When Mr. Kamisato Ayato returned from his meetings he couldn't feel but touched at the sight of you sleeping on a corner. Since Thoma had been working on the house all day, he didn't mind sending him home sooner than usual, and so he did. He whispered him, careful not to wake you up, something about having the rest of the day off so he could relax a bit.

Thoma was surprised about this suggestion but took it anyway so, when he finished organizing the documents from Mr. Kamisato's meeting, he took you in his arms and after a quick goodbye you headed home.

He had to admit that he loved having you around work but, sometimes, the thought of how you prefer being with him rather playing with other kids makes him a bit sad. He wished he could go with you to the park or just take a walk around.

But, who knows? Maybe one day some head of the Kamisato Clan decides that he wants to spend a peaceful day around Inazuma with you and your dad.

Diluc

Although your dad doesn't want you around the tabern —even less if it's at night— he could only surrender at those pleading, watery eyes. After all, it wasn't that late anyway, so he let you stay around.

You were sitting in front of the bar counter with your favourite beverage on one hand as you watched closely how your dad worked.

Everything he was doing was so elegant —mixing cocktails, pouring milk on coffee, squeezing lemons on cups of tea- you couldn't be proudest of your dad.

Allwhile Diluc was working, a smile was painted on his face at your little, proud eyes, you were really enjoying watching the show of him working.

Eventually, he'll tell you outloud the recipes and steps for making different things and narrate you the process so you can learn them, too. When he's got a bit of free time, he'll also let you take a sip of the non-alcoholic beverages he makes, the ones with the best smell.

Needless to say that he'll watch with furious eyes to whoever happens to sit beside you and won't hesitate to raise his voice against anyone who starts talking and bothering you. Thankfully, Mr Kaeya and Lady Rosaria are also around and, as the good uncle and aunt that they are, they won't hesitate neither to kick some butts if it's for your safety and comfort.

Excuse me, I've got too excited, now to the main topic

You wanted to continue watching your dad work —It wasn't even late!— but your eyes refused to stay open. The moment Diluc noticed your tiredness, he asked Charles beside him for a quick relay.

Then, he gently took you in his arms and headed to the Favounius Headquartes, where he searched for someone who could take an eye on you whike he worked on the tabern —he wouldn't mind having you sleeping while he works if it weren't by the fact that his work is full of drunk weirdos—.

After peeking around the library he heard the voice of a woman,

-Diluc- She sighed -What are you looking for?-

Your dad turned his head to where he sound was coming and so he saw Lisa reading some book on a couch. She quirked an eyebrow at him and waited for an answer she probably already suspected.

-Lisa, I need you to watch my kid while I work- he stopped talking as he saw the librarian pinch the bridge of her nose -It won't be long, just until I finish a couple things, I'll be leaving soon today-

-Ah...Whatever!- She sighs again as she stands up and takes some blankets from a couch -Put them here. If they make any noise I swear I'll return them to you, Diluc-

Your dad let you rest on the soft surface before covering you with a blanket. Then, he thanked Lisa for the favor and quickly returned to the tabern so he could pick your things up.

≡≡≡

The next thing you remember is waking up in a bed in a room of the Favounius Headquartes, your dad snoring softly on a nearby sofa. In fact, he looked rather uncomfortable, so you stood up and decided to put a pillow under his head.

You got to cover him with a blanket and put a pillow beneath his neck without waking him up. Then, you returned to your own bed to continue sleeping peacefully, knowing that your dad never left you and never will.

#genshin impact #genshin x you #zhongli x male reader #zhongli x you #zhongli x gender neutral reader #zhongli x traveler #zhongli x reader #zhongli x y/n #platonic #fluff #genshin x male reader #genshin x oc #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x reader #diluc x male reader #diluc x lumine #diluc x gender neutral reader #master diluc #diluc scenarios #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc headcanons #genshin impact thoma #genshin thoma #thoma x reader #thomato #thoma x lumine #thoma x you #thoma x oc #x reader #x male reader

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A Beautiful Dream

Hey there!! I'm back with yet another commission, once again by the wonderful @tkspersonaldump! This is a Butch and Noir fic, no spice this time, lol, just two skeletons being creepy. I hope you enjoy! And thanks again for commissioning!

Thunder rumbled faintly outside, rain slammed against the windows, and the wind howled.  It was perfect weather for a movie night.  Which was exactly why you were curled up against Butch on the couch, laughing along to the shitty movie Sans had picked.

The rest of the skeletons kept shooting Butch jealous glances, clearly mad that he was the one you had chosen to practically lay on top of.  As the night continued, and the storm only grew louder, your laughs became softer, and your yawns happened more often.

Finally, the movie ended, and the rest of the skeletons got up, beginning to clean up the snacks and blankets they had gotten out.  Or, half of them helped clean up.  The others were too busy “supervising.”

“BUTCH, GET YOUR LAZY ASS OFF THE COUCH SO I CAN CLEAN ALL YOUR CRUMBS,” Noir ordered.  He folded his arms and stomped his foot.

“sorry bro, too busy being the best mattress ever,” Butch winked.  “ain’t that right, sweetheart?”  No response.  “sweetheart?”  Butch glanced down at your face, and tried not to squeal.  You were asleep!  You had fallen asleep against him!  Your eyes were shut, mouth parted just a bit.  You looked so, so peaceful.

Now, all the others were much more jealous.  “i would’ve been a better mattress,” Hound huffed.

“I Call Dibs For Next Time,” Papyrus called quickly.

“sorry, can’t help that i’m their favorite,” Butch smirked.  “guess i’ll take ‘em up to my room, cause they picked me to sleep on.  wouldn’t wanna disappoint ‘em.”

With some angry growls and whispered threats (all quiet, so as not to wake you up), Butch picked you up bridal style.  You were so tiny and light, it was like you were made to fit perfectly in his arms.

As Butch walked up to his room, you began to stir.  “‘S the movie over?” you mumbled sleepily.

“yup, ya fell asleep.  don’t worry, ya can crash in my room.”

“It’s okay, I can go home.”  You tried to wiggle out of his arms, but Butch was too strong.

“no can do, doll.  it’s rainin’ cats and dogs out there, ya’d catch something.  or the wind would blow ya away.  i dunno, humans are so squishy and fragile.”

You pouted.  “I can go home, I’m not a napkin!”  Just as you spoke, lightning flashed, inseparable from the deafening crash of thunder.  “...Okay, maybe I’ll stay for the night.”  Good.  Butch didn’t know what he would do if you tried to leave.  “Do you have a shirt I could borrow?”

Butch’s soul fluttered.  “y-yeah, of course!”  Fuck, the thought of you wearing his clothes made his lower half a bit warm.  Nope, nope, focus.  Can’t get horny right now, then you definitely wouldn’t want to stay.  As soon as Butch got to his room, he set you on the bed before going to his closet.

Digging frantically, he managed to find a clean shirt.  It wasn’t nice or anything, but it was comfortable, and didn’t have any mustard stains, so that was a win in his book.  Plus, it would smell like you soon enough, and that was a huge win.

He tossed it to you.  You tried to catch it, but it just smacked you in the face with a soft fwump.  “Thanks,” you muttered from behind the fabric.

Just as Butch turned to leave, he let out a strained yelp.  You were taking your shirt off!  Right there, in front of him!

Oh fuck, oh fuck, you were so hot.  Your soft human belly looked so nice to squish, your hips had plenty of cushion that he wanted nothing more than to dig his fingers into, and your chest…shit there was no way he was getting out of this without a boner.

Before he could get too good of a look, you had swapped your shirt for Butch’s.  You looked amazing in it, but Butch just wanted to rip it back off.  No, no, he had to hold back.  Self control, Sans.

“Welp, I’m going back to bed,” you yawned.  “Are you sure it’s okay if I sleep here?”

“......yeah, yeah, you fell asleep with me downstairs, might as well continue our lil cuddle session,” he winked.  He hopped into bed, throwing off his shirt as he did.  He didn’t miss the way your eyes widened as you examined his ribs.  A smirk grew across Butch’s face, but he didn’t say anything.

“g’night, doll,” Butch said.  To his delight, you snuggled right up next to him.  Fuck, you were so warm.

“Good night,” you smiled.  You must have been very tired, because just a few minutes later, your breathing evened out, and you were once again asleep.

Butch smiled.  You were practically laying on top of him once again, using him like a big pillow.  He felt his eyes blip into hearts, and didn’t bother to force them back.

Knock knock knock.  Fuck, leave it to the others to interrupt the best moment of his life.  He was about to tell the culprit to fuck off, but the door swung open.

It was Noir.  “Are They Asleep?” his brother asked.

Butch nodded.  “yup.  passed right out.  they must be real tired.”  The shirt had ridden up your midriff, and Butch was gently tracing his phalanges up and down your side as he spoke.  “i dunno how much longer i can share ‘em with the rest of those dumbasses.”

Noir groaned.  “Me Too.  It’s Painful To Watch Them Try To Flirt, It’s Pathetic.”

“i know, they’re so desperate.”  He glanced back down at your peaceful face.  “guess we are too.”

Noir sighed.  “I Can’t Stop Thinking About Them.  They’re So Perfect.  I Just…I Want To Have Them All To Ourselves.”

“what if we just took ‘em then?”

“What?  Like…Away From Here?”

Butch nodded.  “we could get a lil place in the country.  real far away, the others would never find us.  no phones so they can’t call for help.”  A dreamy smile crept onto his face.  “just imagine it.  wouldn’t have to share, we’d have all their attention.  they’d be so dependant on us that they’d never leave.”

Noir let out a wistful sigh.  “That’s A Beautiful Dream…But It’s Just A Dream.  We Can’t Leave.  We Have Too Many Duties Here.”

“i know, i know, just…”  Subconsciously, Butch dug his phalanges into your hip.  You let out a whine in your sleep, and he quickly let go.  “just wanna pretend it could happen.”

Noir gently pushed some hair out of your face.  “I Do Too.”

The two brothers sat in silence.  Outside, the storm raged on.  As it did, the two of them could only fantasize about a life together.  With just the three of you.

#my garbage #writing #sans x reader #papyrus x reader #butch #noir #mafiafell #undertale #undertale imagines #yandere

[faerytreealtars]

~♡* How best to be kind to oneself *♡~

Hello, Saplings! 🌱 A new PAC today that I hope you enjoy, take a deep breath, and choose whatever images resonate with your soul and heart, Happy reading! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

It seems to be a common occurrence in modernity to not appreciate yourself, instead we are pushed to always seek ways to improve ourselves and put down if we seem to love our self. We sometimes end up not feeling worthy enough to be kind to ourselves. While it is all well and good to improve ourselves physically, mentally and spirituality I think is time for you to take a break and think to yourself, what is it that I should be kinder to myself about? Perhaps this pick a card will help you discover what! 

I would love to hear if the message you received resonated with you, so don’t feel afraid to comment, for it makes me so happy to connect with you all! 💕

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Pile 1

[ Cards: Five of Cups, Two of Cups, Queen of Wands,  The Star ]

Dear Pile one,

Just because of mistakes you made in the past doesn't mean you don't deserve happiness, to have a dream or ambition to achieve. The same goes if someone hurt you in the past don't make the mistake of closing yourself off from opportunities or relationships, be they platonic or romantic. Allow your heart to be curious and give your brain a rest. This is how you can be kinder to yourself.

Oracle: Hansel - Survival 

When the moon came they set out, but they found no crumbs, for many thousands of birds that fly about the woods and fields had picked them up. Hansel said to Gretel, "We shall soon find our way" This tale is one that lodges in our minds and stays with us our whole life. These children are not lost nor do they accidentally come across hardship, they are most deliberately abandoned by their father and stepmother...everything that takes place within this tale is horrifying, and yet everything is met with equal measures of teamwork, truth & fear...the tale shows you that you too must find a clever way to outwit those who would harm you at the moment. you have to develop courage and the situation you find yourself within gives you the opportunity to truly be better

Pile 2 

[ Cards: Justice, Three of Swords, Nine of Cups and The Emperor ]

Dear Pile Two,

You really need to give yourself a chance, don't put yourself down we know you are wiser than you let on. Your soul knows what it wants, what it deserves so please stop letting others use & abuse you. We know you have a caring heart, you wish to see others happy but what about your own happiness? Our advice to you is to put yourself first, be the Queen/King you already are on the inside but bring it to your outer world. If anyone tries to shame or gaslight you for finally putting your needs first don't engage for they only want to bring you down.

Oracle: Snow-White & Rose-Red - Sister Love

This beautiful tale is about sisterhood, love, and family, and the love and trust people who have been raised well, and nurtured tenderly can give. It is a testament to nature and the trust that the sisters have between them.  Their family, which could be bitter, for they are not rich is small, close, and full of love. They have been taught to share everything and they do so, and in that sharing greater goodness can be created. When this card comes to you, know that it is time to do good turns (for yourself). To appreciate the small fortunes you have and to know that whatever blessing you have, it can expand and grow richer, deeper, and more lasting when we place our attention upon the blessing. so know at this time, it is important to appreciate what you have been gifted, love the friendship and family who have been good to you, and find every gem in the dirt, every star in the darkness. Make this your habit, and the rewards  will be peace, and joy, and contentment.

Pile 3

[ You are one, Ace of Wands, Nine of Swords, Queen of Pentacles ]

Dearest Pile Three

You need not be afraid of showing one's true self to the world. Those who love, & appreciate your truth will come and that is all you should focus upon. Your energy is that of a deer - peaceful, graceful, and full of compassion, a guiding light that can at the very least help one other soul in this lost world, so be brave and be authentic. Our advice to you is to show yourself some empathy at this current time. Acknowledge the unkind whispers that slither into your mind as untrue, planted by broken souls afraid of the light they see in you. Don't let it smother the light like overgrown weeds for there is so much potential you've yet to unleash

Oracle: The Wild Swans - Dedication

This is a tale of suffering in order to save family or people we care for, from a fate that is not their choosing. It is a tale of sacrifice - and of sacrifice that must be done without recognition. In this tale, a young woman's brothers are enchanted into the form of swans and she is told there is only one way to free them and that is through spinning magical cloaks made from flax of stinging nettles. Not a word can be spoken during this task so for years this woman has hands that are disfigured from the burning and the pain, feet that can barely tread upon the earth, and she must do this all in silence. Her dedication to this bizarre task and her silence in the face of demands for explanations creates mistrust all around her - but the truth is she cannot speak she must keep to her task - so the message of this card is your own dedication may be perceived as madness but it will result in healing, creativity, and great breakthroughs

Thank you to all who have read this far! I hope you found comfort, peace and/or wisdom through this pick a card. Every like and reblog is appreciated greatly by me and helps me so much, so thank you to all you lovely souls who find my work and like it! It Fills me so much joy! 

- Love, Fae 🔮🧚‍♀️

#tarotblr #channeling #divination #cartomancy #tarot #♡ messages channelled from the divine ♡ #pac tarot #pac #pick a card #Pick an image #Angel messages #faery tarot #tarot cards #oracle #guardian spirits #guardian angels #self love #self growth #self healing

[ayspec]

cw vent

aspec erasure within fandoms is disgusting and tiring. and when i say "aspec erasure" that really just means ace and aroace erasure because we have such nonexistent rep that the only aspec characters we have are either ace or aroace since no one knows other aspec identities exist.

ffs STOP USING NON-SEX/ROMANCE-REPULSED LABELS AS AN EXCUSE! "uh, aroace people can still be in sexual and romantic relationships 🤨 clearly you're the aphobic one here lmao" says the one who only knows aroaces can still be in relationships because they got caught for aroace erasure and are trying to find an excuse. these people don't really care about aspecs: all they want is a reason to draw characters kissing and fucking.

"but the creator never said the character is sex/romance-repulsed 🙄 you're so dramatic and just wanna start discourse 😒" a creator doesn't need to explicitly state a character is sex/romance-repulsed for them to be. you seem fine being able to tell that a character is coded as gay or lesbian without the creator explicitly stating it, yet when a character on screen says they aren't interested in sex or romance it's not enough for you. if a character isn't wearing a sign around their neck that says "I DON'T LIKE SEX" or "I DON'T LIKE ROMANCE" then it isn't canon, and even if they did wear a sign, i doubt you'd care then either

i'm so done with this shit. i just wanna feel safe in fandoms for once in my life so i can enjoy the tiny crumbs of rep i'm getting. i just wanna enjoy a canonically aspec character in peace without their tag being filled with aspec erasure. things like bi or lesbian erasure are also a problem, but i feel like fandoms have gotten a lot better at calling it out, whereas with aspec erasure, no one makes a peep. and whenever someone does call out this erasure, they get dogpiled because "why can't you just let people have fun!?! 😡😤"

#aphobia #still gonna tag this tho because i'm hoping i'm not the only one with this sentiment #asexual #aromantic #aroace #ace erasure #aroace erasure #✨ #cw caps #cw vent

[velvetscene]

🎐 ┊What you need to change/hear in order to be free.⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀

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Hello and welcome to my pick a pile !! I hope you enjoy it. I haven't done a PAP in a while so I'm a bit rusty... I hope you don't mind.

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The gifs are made by me through canva :3 Tarot and intuition was used for this post!

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Hello, pile one!

Right off the bat, you're someone who is incredibly strong. Perhaps that's why you were drawn to Chihiro? Regardless, you are known to be strong in moments that are intense and stress-inducing. This is a great trait to have, and I don't believe that this is something you need to change in order to be free.

In fact, I think you're quite ahead of others. I believe that this quality about you is bringing you closer to your goals.

You're someone who has achieved anything they put their mind to, but I don't think you believe this about yourself. You may be reading this and thinking, "What? Me?" You may not believe in yourself the way others believe in you. Which, frankly, is absurd considering how incredibly powerful you are.

You'll never achieve your fullest potential if you never recognize your good qualities, and I assure you — there's a lot.

You're someone who's felt as if they've had to fight for their existence. You've had to fight for love, acknowledgement, and consideration. Nothing has come easy for you like it has for others. Yes, this has made you stronger, but it's also something you shouldn't have had to go through. You shouldn't have had to seclude yourself and teach yourself things that others wouldn't bother to do. Yes, you are strong — but it came with a price.

You may also be someone who compares yourself to others a lot. You weigh your "greatness" with theirs. You weigh your worth as if you were sitting on a seesaw with a friend. You look down at them, swaying your legs slightly. You both exchange compliments, but you know they don't mean theirs. You rub your arm sheepishly, wanting this exchange to end because you don't feel worthy of their words.

Although that's where you're wrong, you're incredibly unique. You need to learn how to appreciate yourself for who you are, not who you desire to be. People are individuals, and despite the fact that some may seem "better" than the rest, we're all trying to get through our struggles.

You need to look within yourself and find out why you feel you're not good enough. Perhaps it's due to some past experiences with friends and/or family. Regardless, there is something inside of you that's not letting you love yourself.

Decide whether you need to nurture it or destroy it.

I want to mention that freedom doesn't mean the same thing for everyone. For pile one, I believe that you are freeing yourself from your mental restrictions. You'll be free of your need to please people and of others’ opinions weighing on you.

Now, when you've decided what to do, I see a lot of success ahead. Not only spiritually, but mentally too. Your experiences may have been hard to deal with, and it's a shame you need to pick up the pieces, but when you do, you will feel more at peace. I believe in you. You can do this!

Another thing is that you may need to watch those who you consider your friends. They may not be as genuine as you believe, and this is limiting you.

You're someone who's sweet. You're a giver, and people love to take advantage of those who are compassionate. Your time is expensive. People should be willing to put effort into you. Your friendships should be mutual. You shouldn't have to put all the effort in only to get crumbs in return.

More importantly, you need to become more protective of your energy. A person's energy is one of the most, if not the most, important things a being can have. Your energy and your peace need to be protected. You need to learn how to be “selfish.” You're willing to sacrifice parts of yourself for others, and I think we're both aware of how unhealthy that is. Don't change yourself for others solely because they don't like who you are as a person. There are billions of people on planet Earth, and I promise you'll meet people who appreciate you for who you are.

Pay attention to your personal needs and desires. Do you feel like answering that text right now? No? Then don't. They can wait. Don't allow yourself to be pressured by your own self-consciousness.

You need to let go of your past to rebuild your future. You may have been betrayed in the past, and you need to heal from that. You allow your past experiences to affect your current relationships. Those people who hurt you were horrible, but they can't hurt you anymore. Allow yourself to learn how to feel safe. You deserve more than anything to be at peace.

Overall, you need to allow yourself to be happy. You need to work on healing yourself so you can finally be happy. Be yourself, and love yourself for doing so. Don't allow others' projections to get the best of you. You are strong, but you deserve rest. You deserve to have someone hold you close and keep you warm. Allow others to do that for you.. and if they still betray you? Cut them out. Learn how to be true to yourself and catch yourself if you're not being cared for. Improve your standards and your idea of what you're worthy of. Take care of yourself, and allow your mind to be at peace.

Hihi, pile two!

You're someone artistic, I believe. Your perspective on the world is beautiful. You're creative and perhaps confident? If not, you definitely radiate confidence, so don't worry about that. You may be brave, and you know your needs and wants.

Although you are brave, I think that only comes out when you're defending another person — perhaps your close friends? Regardless, when you are in intense situations that involve you specifically, you're polite and neutral. You try to ease the conflict before it gets out of hand. This might lead to others walking over you, but you don't take it personally. You're true to yourself, but privately. You don't need other people to know your true thoughts if you understand yourself. You're independent. You'd be content with being alone.

You're also strategic. You don't act before thinking. You take time to think your options through, and you won't let your emotions get the best of you. Yet, I can't shake the feeling that you may be forcing yourself to do this. Yes, you believe that this is the most reasonable answer, but it comes with sacrificing your own feelings. Sometimes it's best to be emotional and allow fights to get out of control. You don't need to be the mediator every time a conflict arises. You deserve to be upset and make others aware of it.

You always lend a hand to those who need it, so why not let them do the same for you? Are you worried they'll see a part of you that you're ashamed of? Let go of your pride. Allow yourself to be in embarrassing and emotional situations.

You may be someone who is always working towards being a better person. I honestly think you may be an overworker in general. Working makes you feel as if you're making progress. You can't sit still without knowing you're doing something productive. You always set goals for yourself. You overexert yourself because you need to be doing something at all times. You must allow yourself to rest. I promise you won't miss any opportunities if you take a nap or do something you enjoy doing. Time is in your hands, and it'll wait for you.

As shifters, we have all the time we could dream of. Don't worry about it; you'll be okay.

Due to your overworking tendencies, you're stressed and worn out. You need to separate yourself from your situation in any way you can. You need to allow yourself a few moments of peace so you can just... think. Allow yourself to breathe.

Hold yourself tightly; you're the only “you” you'll get. Don't ignore what your body needs. You truly value your own company, but you work yourself to the bone. Take time out of your day to be kinder to yourself.

Being independent doesn't mean you don't need the support of others. It may be hard for you to let your walls down and seek help, but that's something all humans need. Trust more. I believe that you truly do enjoy your own presence, but you make me think that you're the only one you can trust. Humans can be deceptive, yes, but you must take a leap of faith. If you're afraid of missing out on opportunities, why would you limit yourself to those around you? Take advantage of your resources.

You may currently be burned out and unsure of what your next step is. In our shifting journeys, we're not always certain what our next step is, so we're often left in the unknown. Despite these circumstances, we try our best not to give up hope. The truth is, your current mental state needs to be dealt with before you can make any new progress. You need to pick up the pieces before you can put a vase back together. Allow yourself to recollect.

Overall, you need to be more patient with yourself and allow your walls to come down a bit. I mean, I don't expect you to walk up to others and tell them your life story, but you should at least try opening up some more. It doesn't have to be much. I think the interpretation of freedom for this pile is for you to determine, but if I had to guess, you deserve to be freed of your own overworking tendencies, and you deserve to take some weight off your chest. Please, rest up. You need it.

Hey, pile three!

You're someone who doesn't want to follow the rules, and you hate being restricted by anyone or anything. I have a feeling you need to control every aspect of your shifting journey. You may be constantly asking for divination so you can feel a sense of control. Which honestly reminds me of no face due to the fact he lets his greed get the best of him and demands more gold.

You're way too dependent on divination. You need to let go. Things will work out the way they work out. You don't need to be in control all the time. Sure, it's scary not knowing where you stand in your shifting journey, but life isn't all about finding answers.

You may be wondering what you should do instead. Well, enjoy your journey, because it's supposed to be fun. Take a moment to think about how far you've come. Don't ignore your achievements; you've come a long way. No shifting journey is linear. You'll make progress, and then you won't. There's nothing to stress about, we'll all shift eventually.

You may be a bit obsessed with your DR, and that's normal. We're shifters for a reason, you know? We all want to get out of this reality, but sometimes to make progress, we need to have a clear mind. To have a clear head, we must give ourselves time.

Another thing I want to note is that you don't have to try to shift every night. You may feel that if you don't try tonight, you'll miss your chance. As I've already mentioned, we have time. We're allowed to take breaks — we need to take breaks.

I have a feeling you have a lot of emotional turmoil when it comes to shifting. Your journey is a lot more stressful and intense than it needs to be. You might have some limiting beliefs that you can't get out of your head. Your fears are consuming you. You need to calm down and rest.

Shifting shouldn't give us anxiety or self-doubt; shifting should inspire us. Anything is impossible, and if it's just a matter of time, then I believe it's worth it, do you? Think about it: lifetimes from now, we won't even remember the struggles we experienced in this reality. All of this will be a faded memory. Think of the possibilities, not the restrictions.

Perhaps you need to take a moment and let all of your emotions out. You could put on some music and just… cry. It's okay. Shifting is frustrating. You're left in the dark, and that makes you angry. I understand. If I could sit you down, hold your hand, and tell you everything was going to be okay, I would because it is.

If you don't know what to do, seek advice from yourself. Listen to that little voice in your head. You need to stop depending on others and start going to yourself, regardless of whether or not you do divination yourself or seek it from others. You need to begin relying on your own intuition and inner voice. You're incredibly wise, and you know yourself better than anyone else does. If anyone was going to know the answer to your question, it'd be you.

You're hesitant because you trust others' abilities over your own, but you must recognize the amount of power you have. No one is weak; our strength is just distributed in different ways. We all have aspects of ourselves that might be stronger or weaker than someone else. It's not about what others have and what you don't have; it's about learning to take advantage of what you do have. You're not weak.

You may be more sensitive to what others think of you, but their views of you are just opinions, not facts. You decide who you are. Remember, you're the creator of your reality, right? Your opinion is the only one that matters.

You may have a lack of support, which is unfortunate, but don't let this get to you. You are worthy of love, and it is possible for you. No one isn't worthy of love. We all make mistakes, and we all have things we dislike about ourselves, but in no way does that make us unlovable.

Overall, I believe you need to let go of people's opinions and perspectives on you. You need to allow yourself the freedom to not care. Be yourself, and be patient. Don't rely on others as much as you do. You must grow more independent because, at the end of the day, all you have is yourself. You're amazing, and don't let anyone else tell you otherwise.

Hiii, pile four!

You're someone who never runs out of ideas. You're always expanding your limits and pushing yourself to know more. You love researching and educating others. You might be a bit self-conscious and nervous. You get along with others well, and you always know what's going on within your community. You're always thinking of ways you can help others around you.

As I said, you're someone who's nervous and, most likely, insecure. Don't be; you're amazing! You're smart, and you're passionate. You take pride in your work, but your own views of yourself may get in the way of you becoming the best version of yourself.

You may have a good idea, but you might be a bit too insecure to bring it up to those around you. Give yourself a pep talk, and tell others about your ideas! I promise you, they're great.

Remember, don't take on too much. You have a tendency to accept more than you know you're capable of. You need to find a balance between being assertive and knowing your limits.

You're someone who's looked up to by others. You're wise, and your energy radiates it. People may come to you for advice and guidance. You may not like this about yourself. Perhaps you don't like being seen as wise and mature; maybe you want to be left alone. I have a feeling others may not listen to you the way you listen to them. You hardly have anyone you can rely on.

I do think a part of you is glad people see you this way, but you hate the responsibility that comes with it. You have to deal with others’ problems, and you may not have the heart to turn them away. You do care for these people, but it might be too much for you to handle, and they don't seem to be thinking about you in these situations.

You need to learn how to get the courage to bring these problems up. People admire you; they do. You don't need to hold others’ hands for them to like you. If you do, then they're not worth it.

You and those around you need to find a balance between being able to rely on each other, but not an extensive amount. You're human, and you need breaks.

Communicating can be hard, but standing up for yourself is worth it. Your feelings and mental health don't deserve to be ignored.

Your friends may not be giving you the care you need. They may not pay attention to you or listen to your opinions. They may only talk about themselves. If this is the case, you can either bring this up with them or leave.

You need to be more upfront with your boundaries. I also think you need to pay more attention to your own feelings. As I've mentioned, you ignore your own feelings for the convenience of others, but your feelings matter too. Perhaps it's the amount of responsibility that's been put on you that's made you feel this way. Regardless of the reasons, you need to put your foot down.

You need to take time for yourself and ask yourself what you think you deserve. Do you deserve to be treated this way? Do you deserve more? I suggest doing shadow work and evaluating your self-concept.

You're restricted by preconceived ideas that others have placed on you. You feel as though you have no room to breathe because people act as if they know who you are when they don't. It bothers you that people seem to put limits on you as a person. You need to keep an eye out for those who do this, and you need to cut them out. You don't deserve this treatment.

Overall, I believe you need to stand up for yourself more. You may let people walk over you because you don't want to come off as mean, but you need to understand that it doesn't matter what others feel if they're ignoring your feelings. You deserve more compassion and consideration because it's clear those around you don't give you that. I wish you luck with this. It can be hard to teach yourself to stand up for yourself, but I believe in you.

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[your-local-mom-whore]

Why do I do this?

Summary: Sweetheart’s having a rough time, Milo is wonderful, and so is Aggro.

Genre: Fluffy Comfort like the softest of soft, the title looks misleading I know

CW: Some slight self doubt but that’s all

Note: Like I said this is my first piece of writing I’ve ever posted, so please do be nice to me I’m very fragile.😂 It’s a little over 900 words so I can’t decide what to call it, but I adore Milo and Sweetheart. Enjoy my dears!

The clock ticked somewhere in the background of Sweetheart’s home office. It read late into the evening already. Hunched over case files on top of case files, looking for anything. A lead, a thread, a crumb, something to give them answers to the investigation they were leading. They’ve read over it all a hundred times by now, the words practically blurred and still nothing. Their groan rang through the room as they rubbed their eyes trying to gain the focus back. A few moments later they heard footsteps coming down the hall to them. A heavy pair accompanied by significantly lighter ones plus a jingle and a meow or two. Milo knocked twice on the office door. “Come in Mi.” They sounded exhausted and they just knew Milo was gonna read them riot act on resting and he’d be right. Milo had other plans though.

“Hey sweetheart, that was a big groan. You alright in here?” They faced him, leaning on the door frame with aggro sitting at his feet. “Oh I’m just peachy, can’t you tell?” They laughed but no humor was there. He entered fully with Aggro following suit, hopping onto his cat tree in the corner. Walking into the room Milo could practically feel the frustration and doubt in the air. “What’s going on baby?” He said taking a seat on the edge of their desk. The soft tone almost made Sweetheart break. They sat in silence for a moment “Milo why do I do this job?” His brow crinkled in confusion. “What do you mean?” Sweetheart looked at the ceiling, continuing “Why do I do this? All these cases, they’re all starting to go cold. I can’t figure any of them out. Lives are being put at risk and I can’t pick out the answers to the problems. There’s nothing. I feel like all these hours, all this work, all these peoples hurt means nothing. Simply because I can’t figure it out. So why do I do it if it’s getting me no where?” Finally raising their head to look at him, tears lining their tired eyes. “What if all this means nothing? What if I can’t figure it out, the case goes cold, and onto the next only for it to happen again?”

Milo felt his heart crack looking at his sweetheart. They were so strong all the time even when they didn’t need to be. Seeing them this broken up was rare but it hurt him just the same every time. “That’s not going to happen Sweetheart. Wanna know how I know?” They nodded, blinking away their frustrated tears. “Because I know you. I know this incredible mind you have. I know the unending work ethic that might just be too strong for your own good,” that got a chuckle from them, one win for Milo.”I know the care you put into every case you work. I know the investigator you are. Every minute of work you do gets you somewhere, even if it doesn’t feel like it for a while, it does. You’re moving. God knows you refuse to stay still ever.” Another laugh. It only encouraged him further.

Kneeling down in front of their chair, he held their hands. “Sweetheart, you’re the best investigator I’ve ever seen and I’ve seen a quite few in my life. You’re the best in the department whether they know it or not, you are. You asked why do you do this? You do it because you care, you want to help others, you want to bring some peace and justice into this world. That’s why. And you do it everyday. Your work, your choices, your mind, all of you will figure this out. You will get to the end of it all and you will come out on the other side, ready to help the next poor sap who has to come to the department” He pressed a hand to their cheek, warm and familiar. “I have every bit of faith in you. You know I don’t give that out easy.” Taking hold of his wrist and leaning into the palm on their cheek, Sweetheart smiled. Their smile lit up their face finally, soft, kind, and absolutely perfect Milo thought. The tiredness was still there but Sweetheart looked just a little happier. “Thank you Milo. Really. I hate bringing all this home with me but you always know what to say.” As they leaned in for a kiss, Aggro jumped in Sweethearts lap before they met in the middle. “Ever the moral support little man.” Milo chuckled. “Well you know how he gets when either of us are upset, he has to be involved in the cheer up process.” Sweetheart hugged the feline who only purred in response. Clearly happy his owners felt better. Standing, Milo said “Yeah, yeah he’s a real hero. Wanna come make dinner with me? I think you could use a break from all this.” He gestured vaguely to their desk. “I’d love that but you have to pick what we’re making I have no brain power for decisions.” Leaning in to finally get his kiss with Sweetheart meeting him half way, a short kiss but with all the tender love and care the two had for eachother. As they pulled apart Milo sighed out a “You got it Sweetheart.” Walking out of the office toward the kitchen Aggro let out his signature meow at the mention of dinner. “Yes and food for you too bud.”

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[lancermylove]

Chapter 2 (SFW)

➣ Pairing: Demon brothers, Royals, Solomon with fem!Reader. ➣ Warning: None ➣ Word Count:  2,548 ➣ Chapters [SFW]: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12] ➣ Chapters [N.SFW]: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12]

➣ A/N: The poll is still open, but looking at the percentage difference, most of you want a little spice to the story. The SFW version will have two routes: platonic and romantic. The N.SFW version will only be romantic, but the remaining story is the same for both versions. The N.SFW version is here.

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The first two days in the cabin were lively as the brothers explored the area nearby and enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere. All the while, Lucifer remained secluded in his room, occasionally venturing to the kitchen to get food. However, on the third day, they began to regret accepting your offer to stay in a secluded cabin. Though there was a large town several miles away, Lucifer had strictly restricted them from going to town, especially without your presence. The Avatar of Pride didn't want his brothers to cause chaos, let alone in the Human Realm.

Belphie lay on the couch, snuggled in a cream-colored faux fur throw. He was dozing off with his head on Beel's lap, who was busy munching on sweets, trying not to drop any crumbs on his twin's head. Mammon sunk further into a gray sofa chair, his eyes dully staring out the ceiling-height glass windows overlooking the mountain range. Satan sat by the fireplace and read a book about Christmas traditions in the human world. Asmo stood by the windows, posing and clicking selfies to share on Devilgram once he returned home. Levi had his face buried in his cell phone as he tried to figure out how to play a game you recommended.

You walked downstairs, wearing a white and blue unicorn onesie, but stopped when you saw the state of the living room. Were they bored already? It was only the third day, and they had to spend the entire month of December in the cabin. You felt a presence behind you and tilted your head back to find Lucifer studying his brothers with a lack of emotion on his visage. His piercing vermillion eyes shifted to you as if waiting for you to devise a solution to the crisis and find some entertainment for them.

'Why me?' You thought, looking back at the brothers. 'Is Lucifer punishing me for something?'

As you cautiously walked downstairs, you felt a sense of unease due to the tightly coiled structure of the staircase. You glanced casually at Satan and noticed the book in his hands. That was it! The entire reason you were there was to experience the way humans celebrated the month of December. You stood before the demons with a broad smile on your pink gloss-coated lips and excitedly announced your plan. "We don't need to wait for Christmas to do anything fun. We will celebrate the holidays traditionally, with decorations and all!"

Satan was the first to look at you and seemed happy about the idea, while the remainder of the brothers stared at you curiously, wondering what you had in mind.

"We need to...decorate the cabin's interior and exterior and need a Christmas tree. So someone to decorate, shop, pick a tree, and...oh, sweaters!" You said, laying your plan out. Your eyes briefly moved to Lucifer to see if he had any objections, but the eldest brother stared at you with his arms folded across his chest. Taking this as a sign of approval, you explained the rest of your plan in one breath. "Beel, you will find the perfect Christmas tree. Belphie, you can decorate the tree. Asmo, you can pick out the decorations since you are the best at shopping. Satan, you can decorate the inside of the cabin. Levi, we will go shopping for sweaters for the Christmas Day party. Mammon, you can decorate the outside of the cabin. I will help all of you while Lucifer oversees everything."

"Eh? So, I gotta freeze my behind off to decorate the outside while Lucifer does nothin'?" Mammon muttered under his breath with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. "That ain't fair."

"That sounds like the perfect job for you, Mammon." Levi chuckled, but his lips quickly dropped when he realized his responsibility. "Y-You...want me to...go to a s-store with you? Can't we just use a service like Akuzon?"

"No! Shopping in person is part of the whole Christmas experience. Besides, I will be with you, so don't worry." You reassured him, brushing aside his unnecessary concern. "Asmo, let's go shopping today. The quicker we get the decorations, the faster we can start our celebrations."

Satan looked down at the book on his lap before returning his gaze to you and quietly asking, "Mind if I join you? Since I am decorating the interior, I can help pick out the decor."

"Sure! In that case, Beel, why don't you tag along? Satan might need help carrying all the bags. Oh, and there will be loads of food at the Christmas Market." You said playfully, purposely emphasizing the magic word - food. The Avatar of Gluttony forgot that Belphie had his head on his lap and stood up immediately, jolting his younger twin awake.

"Beel..." Belphie tiredly whined, to which Beel apologized, making everyone chuckle.

The holiday cheer was in the air, a buzz of activities filling the streets of the festive market. Tents and shops were loaded with holiday items, from bright lights and shiny ornaments to mouthwatering baked goods. The sound of live Christmas melodies could be heard in the distance toward the center of the market. Children chased each other around, their laughs echoing throughout the area, livening the market further. Asmo, Beel, and Satan scanned the market in awe, not expecting a large amount of people there.

"It will be better if we split up so we can cover the market before night falls," Satan suggested, but before you could answer him, Beel walked away, drawn by the aroma of peppermint and chocolate. Without waiting for your response, Satan followed his younger brother to make sure he didn't cause any trouble. Taking the chance, Asmo grabbed your hand and pulled you to a nearby tent filled with shiny and glittery decorations.

"Sweetie, look at this." Asmodeus held up a charm bracelet with a small snowman with a red scarf and green Santa hat, a Christmas tree with colorful ornaments, a cartoon reindeer, and various colorful gifts. "It's so cute! Oh, and this is cute too."

You wanted to remind him that he was supposed to be shopping for Christmas decorations, but seeing his face lit up as his eyes danced from one piece of jewelry to another, you couldn't bring yourself to pull him away. You let him browse the store for a while before finally reminding him that they needed to buy decorations.

Even then, Asmo got distracted by a shop that sold sweets, and you couldn't blame him. As you stepped into the cozy tent, you were instantly enveloped in a heavenly aroma that tantalized your senses. The air was sweet and rich with the scent of freshly baked goodies. The sugary, buttery goodness mixed with the warm, spicy aroma of cinnamon, vanilla, and chocolate created an irresistible sensation. The subtle notes of spices made the smell even more alluring. Your eyes were drawn to the table overflowing with cakes, pastries, and winter-themed cookies, each one looking more delicious than the last. If Beel had been there, he would buy the entire bakery and devour everything in less than an hour.

As the two of you continued shopping, the sweet smell of sugary ginger tickled Asmo's nose. In the corner of the lively, bustling market, he noticed an elderly woman, who seemed out of place, standing in front of a small gingerbread stall. Her face was framed by long, tattered gray hair, and her weary eyes watched the people with little interest. The Avatar of Lust briefly glanced at you as you browsed through the Christmas tree ornaments before looking around the area. However, his gaze kept returning to the woman.

Leaving you to choose the ornaments, he slowly approached her with a warm smile, but his smile faltered when he looked into her emerald eyes. They seem distant, almost blank, as if life had drained the will and light out of her soul.

"Can I please get one gingerbread cookie?" Asmo sweetly asked.

The woman wordlessly wrapped the cookie in a paper napkin and handed it to him, almost hinting for him to leave her alone. Despite that, Asmo stayed put and took a small bite from the gingerbread man's right arm. His eyes widened as the layers of spices, creaminess, and sweetness exploded on his tongue, making him crave more.

"(Y/n)! Come here! You have to try this. " He called out to you. One bite and you were instantly in love with the soft, delectable treat and gave the elderly woman the widest grin possible.

"Ma'am, these are the most delicious gingerbread men I have ever tasted. I will take two bags, please." Hearing your compliment and seeing your reactions, the corners of her lips slightly twitched, but she remained silent. While the elderly lady bagged the treats for you, Asmo reached into one of the shopping bags and fished out a red box with a green satin bow.

"It is a little early to give a Christmas present, but this is for you." The Avatar of Lust handed her the box, but the lady refused, seeming embarrassed to accept the gift from a stranger. Asmo chuckled and gently pushed the box into her hands. "Please, I insist. Think of it as a gift from...someone who cares...like a gift from a stranger who is like your son."

Hearing those words, the woman's face softened, and her eyes filled with familiar grief and tears. Like a knife through her heart, his words brought back memories that she thought she had successfully suppressed. Both you and Asmo were taken aback at her sudden change in expression as you exchanged a look with him. Did Asmo say something he wasn't supposed to?

"A-Are you alright?" You concernedly asked. The woman nodded and quickly wiped the tears from her cheek with her trembling hand before displaying a gentle yet pained smile.

"You remind me of my son - such a sweet and gentle boy he was. Last year, he got into an accident and lost his life." The sweetness in her voice was overshadowed by the grief held in her heart. "Since then, I have been alone."

"Sorry," Asmo whispered as he lowered his head, feeling guilty for unintentionally digging up a painful memory.

"No, child. I cannot remember the last time someone showed me kindness. Thank you for the gift. I will treasure it." The elderly woman gently said, lifting the lid of the gift box. She briefly stared at the gingerbread man-shaped earrings, and in the next moment, her face brimmed with joy. A hearty laughter broke out from deep within her as if a heavy burden had finally been lifted from her shoulders.

Both you and Asmo felt the joy emitting from the woman, causing you to grin and giggle along with her. A warm sensation fluttered in Asmo's heart, something he had never experienced, but he couldn't make sense of it. With a gentle caress of her hand on his head, the aged lady warmly spoke, "May God bless you, dear child. I wish you an early Merry Christmas."

Asmo's expression shifted imperceptibly as the lady blessed him, but he quickly regained his composure and maintained his smile. Despite his reaction, Asmo understood that the lady meant no harm, but the thought of God blessing him sent a chill down his spine. Meanwhile, you pressed your lips firmly in a thin line to stop yourself from laughing at the ironic situation. As if drawn by the woman's laughter, Beel and Satan approached the stall. The fourth brother watched the interaction between the lady and Asmo with a curious expression, while the sixth brother was focused entirely on the cookies.

Without glancing at Beel, you handed him one of the bags you purchased from the woman. The instant he took one bite of the cookie, Beel asked her to pack all the treats for him, rendering the lady speechless.

"God bless all of you." She warmly said once again, causing Satan discomfort and Beel confusion. You pressed the back of your fingers to your lips to stop yourself from bursting out laughing.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Beel and Satan said their goodbyes and left, leaving you and Asmo to explore the enchanting night market. The market was illuminated by a dazzling display of Christmas lights, which adorned the cobblestone streets like shimmering stars in the night sky. The small shops lined the sidewalks looked even more inviting, with their warm, golden light spilling out into the street. The air was crisp and cool and carried a sense of tranquility as the snowflakes fell gently from the sky, blanketing everything in sight in a soft, white powder.

Asmo led you through the bustling crowds, the twinkling Christmas lights illuminating his pale orange eyes. Finally, he found a quiet spot and turned to face you, a mischievous sparkle in his gaze. He held out a white gift box with a deep blue ribbon neatly tied.

"This is an early present for you." He said with a playful wink.

A smile tugged on your lips as you carefully opened the box to reveal a custom glass Christmas tree ornament with a photo of you and Asmo. The image depicted a moment when he kissed your cheek, and you were blushing and laughing. Below the photo were beautifully calligraphed words that read:

Dear (y/n), I can't tell you how lucky I feel to have someone like you in my life. You always know how to cheer me up, and I can never thank you enough for always being there for me. I feel more beautiful when I am Lots of love, Asmo

Platonic Route:

Your cheeks burned bright, and tears stung your eyes as you read his message. He had always been the sweetest of all the brothers, but his thoughtful gift made you admire his sweetness even more. While you brushed your fingers across the smooth glass surface, Asmo leaned closed and pressed a tender kiss on your cheeks, eliciting a soft giggle from you.

This was the perfect end to the pleasant day; you got an adorable keepsake from Asmo, and the demon had also learned the joy of the Christmas spirit by interacting with the elderly woman and spreading happiness to her grieving soul.

Romantic Route:

Your cheeks burned bright, and tears stung your eyes as you read his message. You slowly lifted your head and met his gaze, not knowing how to express the swirl of emotions in your heart. The soft glow of the Christmas lights filled your eyes as Asmo stepped closed and enveloped you in a tender embrace. The chilliness of the night made the warmth of his body even more welcoming to you and only heightened your blush. For an instant, the world around you fell silent, leaving only the rhythmic beating of your hearts as Asmo leaned in, his movements almost languid, to tenderly brush his lips against yours.

This was the perfect end to the pleasant day; you got an adorable keepsake from Asmo, and the demon had also learned the joy of the Christmas spirit by interacting with the elderly woman and spreading happiness to her grieving soul.

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[bakerstreethound]

Heart of a Poet

Relationship: Tolya Yul-Bataar x gender neutral reader

Warnings: fluff and hints of sadness

Summary: Nothing could come close to the home you’d been welcomed in as part of Stumhond’s crew. Tolya has been your longest and oldest friend, and with your birthday nigh, it makes your friend wonder what the future may hold. 

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound​ (Do NOT claim, repost, copy or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)

Word Count: 1.1k+

A/N: This story is a little birthday gift for my friend @novaracer since I managed to drag them into the Grishaverse with me (not sorry ahaha). I hope you like it, my friend and know Tolya will give you all the platonic forehead kisses that you desire. Just to reiterate I know and acknowledge Tolya is canonically aroace and I wanted to stay true to that aspect of him and hope I did it justice. The relationship depicted here is a purely platonic and caring friendship. Please enjoy! Comments and reblogs are most appreciated! Graphic by @firefly-graphics

“Did you write anything new?” Toyla’s mouth quirks, softening his features more. That’s how it all started between you, the companionship, the bantering, all because of your shared love of poetry. Tamar couldn’t stand it when he burst out lines at the most inconvenient times, but he ended up reciting them to you in the wee hours of the night regardless. 

Sometimes you’d huddle against the wall, the oil lamp between you flickering, your shadows moving along the walls while you both scribbled away and murmured bouts of verse, exchanging suggestions and friendly banter. Those late nights you cherished, Tolya next to you reading away the sleepless nights or the occasional nightmare infiltrating your dreams, slaying them like a dragon. When they got worse, trying desperately to hold you captive, Tolya’s poetry, his light brought you out of the void, providing you with peace, comfort, and companionship. 

Other times, you’d find yourself on the bow of the ship, embracing the sea air, refreshing your mind. It had become your second home. Tolya more so in the times of torment when the nightmares threatened to take you down a time or two. Haunting eyes peering into your own not letting you go screaming terror and murder, dragging you down into the darkest depths. You forgot it all when embracing the sea, infinite, full of possibility. 

Poetry, the sea, Toyla, your privateer band of misfits. That was your life the past few years and you wouldn’t trade it for anything. 

You pull away from your thoughts, resisting the urge to roll your eyes, “As a matter fact, I have a small snippet of something. Perhaps I might recite it to our benevolent captain.” A small smile graces your lips as you watch him bite into a piece of bread, crumbs falling on his shirt. The laugh escapes you before you can stop it, a bewildered look falling upon his face as you shake your head, thoroughly amused. Tolya won’t admit it aloud, but he likes the sound of your laughter, a poetry it’s own, comforting and familiar. 

“I didn’t spill that many did I?” He inquires after he finishes, taking a step closer to the mast you decided to lean up on. 

You shrug your shoulders, leaning your head back against the wood, “Nah not more than usual,”  you reply distracted by the sky. The vastness of it never ceases to amaze you, the stars winking in kind, welcoming you into their secret world one where you were finally free, free from expectations, free to choose your path. No one else to have a say in it but you. 

“What can I say, I get hungry late,” the slight humor in his voice falters at your expression, frozen on the horizon, eyes blank and glassy, lost in memories, another time. “Hey, come on back to me, what’s going through that sharp mind of yours?” 

“Nothing,” you swallow, pulled from the chasm of chaos you’d stupidly allowed yourself to fall in again. “I’m fine. Can we stick to poetry for now?” 

He shrugs his shoulders, letting the matter slip away. “Of course,” he offers you his hand which you accept as he takes you to the other side of the main deck, settling by the railing on the side of the ship, his hands curling over it as he takes a deep breath. Everything is so calm and serene, Tolya’s presence makes you more assured, calm. He’s been nothing if not your most loyal friend through the years and the affection that has developed from it thrums through you, warming your heart. You’re sure he can tell by the way you look at him, when you stand beside him, inhaling the salty air, the silence comfortable between you. 

“You never did tell me it was your birthday again. I thought it happened once a year.” He chuckles and you’re grateful for the distraction. After all the years together, it is easy, both of you in tune to each other, when you need a comfort, a poem or distraction. 

You brush your hand along his gently, his eyes closing at the contact, before replying. “It comes every year and I still do not know why you insist on keeping track. I do not want to be reminded of my limited time here, though yours might be infinite compared to mine.” 

The silence passes longer, the ship groaning at the lapping waves. The rest of the ship is eerily quiet and you wonder what sort of spell has overcome it, the peacefulness of it all is almost unsettling. Yet, you can’t find yourself looking away from Tolya’s face bathed in the moonlight, the internal struggle he has within himself surfacing as he unclenches his jaw. He doesn’t move his hand from your touch.  “It reminds me not to take every day with you for granted. To know your days are more limited than mine. That there’s a lot left to live for while you’re here and I don’t want to think about what the world will be like when you’re not.” 

“Don’t tell me you’ll miss our poetry sessions that much,” you nudge him with your shoulder playfully, but he stands firm, his jaw twitching, taking his hand from under yours and clasping it against his chest. You can feel his heart rate, strong, steady and true. Never was there anyone more loyal to you than Tolya in your life you’ve been through countless adventures through the thick and thin. You couldn’t bear the thought of losing him either, but he had many years, countless, almost fathomless compared to you. What mattered was that you made the most of your adventures together, your friendship cemented by your unbreakable loyalty to one another. 

No words will come to him, how could they now? His books and his faith have always been enough. When he looks into your eyes, your hand he holds pressed against his chest, he feels calmer, more surer of himself. You’re here. You’re not leaving and by the determined look in your eyes, you’re not giving in to the future, the unknown, or the what ifs. You’ll embrace the here and now, the thick and thin.

When you get back to your shared quarters, you settle against the corner where the pile of pillows are where you’d stay up to the late hours of the night practicing your word craft. He pulls you next to him, his hands stroking your hair softly, before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You fall into his touch, drifting as you’re rocked to sleep by the sea and the sound of Tolya’s incandescent poetry, greeted with dreams of happier times, and a future of nothing but the eternal symphony of the sea.

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