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victoria-grimesss · 4 months

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Hello! I was reading what you are okay with to write and I noticed that included angst and self harm? I know that's a heavy topic, but if you're still okay with that, could I request Gale and Astarion finding out their fem Tav (separate please) has self harm scars? I have my own and this game is currently my comfort. Thank you

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->Pairing: Gale x Fem!Tav, Astarion x Fem!Tav ->Warning: Trigger Warning for talk of self harm/suicidal thoughts. Please do not read if you are not comfortable with these topics. And if you ever are going through anything please reach out to someone, you matter and are loved :) My inbox is always open. ->A/N: Some game spoilers. I wanted to use both character's stories to really connect them to Tav. I hope this is something like you wanted!!

->Astarion:

He had been troubled since opening up to you about Cazador. You never did mention the scars on his back after your first night together but he saw your lingering stare. He wondered what you thought. He never really cared about what others thought about him until you. Others were always just pawns to be played, what could he gain from them? How could he get them back to Cazador easily? But you ruined his whole plan, he didn't like how mushy he felt around you. How his walls were coming down and he didn't know how to handle it. So he turned his back on you, becoming shorter and more distant. Trying to build the wall between you two back up.

Everyone was asleep by the time you had wrapped up your night and approached his tent. He was staring at the symbol on the ground, the marks on his back you had so kindly drawn into the dirt. The scowl on his face was evident.

"It's repulsive, isn't it?"

You cross your arms, sympathy blooming in your chest.

"I find no part of you repulsive Astarion. This being one of them."

You point to the ground. He scoffs, his eyes rolling before he huffs and sits before the marking.

"May I sit with you for a while?"

"I suppose."

You join him on the rug adorned right outside his tent, it's a tense silence. You're not quite sure what to say. Of how to approach this.

"We'll figure out what it means, I promise." You place a hand over his in a way to comfort him. He pulls back, if eyes could burn that dirt would be lit-aflame by now.

"And what good will figuring it out mean?! It will still be there, a reminder of all the torment and years Cazador had-has a hold on me.”

“Maybe it can give you some closure, we’ll figure out what it means and we’ll take down Cazador together.”

He laughs a bit, standing and looking down at you. “I do admire your ambition darling but I don’t think you know what you’re up against. And gods even if we did kill the bastard what then? It will still be there. Taunting me, reminding me of what those 200 years held.”

You chew your lip, somehow comforting people was the hardest battle you’ve encountered.

“Your scars are a reminder of how strong you are, of what you’ve gone through and survived. They don’t define you.”

By now he’s grown frustrated, trying to maintain his suave composure and demeanor.

“Right. And what would you know about scars hm? Did you have them forcibly carved upon you while all you could do was sit there and bear it?”

“I do.”

“Oh”

He’s surprised, he certainly didn’t mean to taunt you with those words, all those times he fed on you he never saw any scars. But to be fair you were quite elusive with exposing yourself.

You clear your thoughts and urge him to sit beside you again.

“I may not understand scars being forced upon me, but I inflicted them upon myself.”

Your eyes move to your sleeve where you roll it up, your scars being shown to him, your past on full display.

“Darling, I-”

“It is fine Astarion. These scars are just a part of me. Within the darkest part of my life, I carved them, hoping they could take my pain away. But I look at them now and I see a stronger version of myself. I lived through this dark time and it shows I am stronger than my haunted past. I want you to find your strength in yours. You are more than your past. I fell in love with the man before me for who he truly is.”

“Gods you truly do speak like those romance tomes don’t you.” He speaks through a sniffle that’s masked with a laugh.

“Well, this has turned into quite the sappy night.”

He laughs but his eyes are watery, as are yours.

"Plenty of adventuring to be done tomorrow, lets go to sleep yea?"

"Yea, lets. My sweet."

->Gale:

What a kind man.

He was always so honest and caring towards you.

It had been a long day, grueling and never-ending. Your thoughts just yearning for any kind of rest. You slowly make your way over to Gales's tent, he's propped up on some pillows inside reading as usual, candle-light flickering, painting the walls of the tent with shadows. His eyes light up seeing you there.

"Hello, my love what a pleasure seeing you tonight."

You smile and he pats the spot next to him, you oblige and lay next to him, his tent smells of old books and tea leaves. It's instantly soothing, you study him in the low light. How the veins from the orb move and weave around his chest, lightly dancing around his cheekbone.

"I can feel you staring." He looks at you from the side of his eyes, a smirk just barely there. You hum lightly,

"Just admiring you." He traces your eyes back to the orb, then refocuses on the book.

"Does it bother you, it being there forever?" You ask quietly.

He closes the book and sits up more, full focus on you.

"I mean, seeing how the route I plan to take will keep it there forever I have.. made my peace with it. Although your generosity with those magical items certainly makes it easier. I do owe you that much. Why do you ask darling?"

You grow quiet, nerves playing with you.

"I just, sometimes I wonder if I will grow comfortable with mine as you are with yours."

He seems to understand the gravity of your words.

"Oh Y/N."

He grasps your hand before placing a kiss on the back of it,

"I may not be able to make you comfortable with yourself or your scars but I assure you, you are everything one could want and more. I assure you I see the most beautiful woman in front of me and nothing in your past or present could ever change that."

Your free hand comes to cup his cheek, pressing your lips to the other one.

"Promise?"

"My lady, you have my word."

#bg3 x reader #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 headcanons #gale headcanons #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #gale x reader #gale x tav #astarion ancunin #astarion fanfic #astarion headcanons #bg3 astarion #astarion x reader #bg3 x tav #bg3 fic #astarion hc #baldurs gate gale #gale angst #astarion angst

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silverpigeon · 1 month

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request/suggestion?!? maybe something sweet and domestic like mashfinn friends and families reactions to them being engaged?! (sorry i’m a sucker for married life)

(There are two more suggestions in works so I closed the inbox for now, but I will open it after they are done!)

I knew you would come and fuel my Mashfinn soul, thank you for your suggestion and I hope you'll enjoy it!

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Mash was always blunt and Finn knew that, it was one of his strange charms after all, one that ultimately helped the young wizard realize how much he actually loved Mash. How could he not, after everything that had happened? After all the things Mash has done for him?

It was so nice, to hear those words back one day, and to date Mash, and to experience him like this in their own, intimate moments. To see him blunt again, but…

Maybe he just didn't expect to hear a marriage proposal sound blunt, even though it was so… so like Mash.

“Finn, marry me.”

They were just lying on a couch, entangled in each other as Mash played with Finn’s hair and looked over his shoulder to see a book his boyfriend was reading.

And then he suddenly spills those words, making Finn shut his book in confusion.

“Don't joke around like that…”

Because what else could this even be? It wasn't like they were together for a really long time, or that Finn would even make a good husband.

How was one even supposed to answer that? Wasn't this something Finn should have studied for? To have a reaction ready?

But then again, was there ever a moment in his life with Mash for which he was ready?

“I’m not joking. Oh… you don't want to marry me.”

“D-don’t be stupid, of course I do! It’s just that…that…”

“You do want to marry me.”

There was no reason saying no right now, Finn guessed. Not that he wanted to, there was no way he would ever say no to Mash ever, but his words are caught in his throat and so he nods, cheeks red and his future suddenly including a husband.

So Mash pulls a ring out of his pocket and holds Finn’s hand, slipping it on and also looking quite nervous.

It takes one glance for Finn to realize why.

“...Mash, is that an onion ring?”

“...I’ll get a better one soon, I promise.”

But before Finn could even say that he didn't need to, really, because getting an edible ring from his boyfriend was also really ‘Mash’, the strong wizard carefully put Finn’s whole finger in his mouth, eating the ring and making Finn’s face go from very confused to very red.

And that was Mash too.

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“You’re engaged?!”

Mash says it so bluntly once again to their whole group of friends, of course after getting permission from Finn, and Lemon grabs the strong boy so hard she would probably tackle him down were he someone else than Mash, obviously.

Lance and Dot keep staring, but then realize it definitely looked impolite and at least the blue-haired wizard puts his palms together to congratulate them.

Dot has a different idea though, and he goes to Finn to do the job his blonde friend couldn't, tackling Ames to the ground with a scream.

“Congrats, dude! You’re going for kids next?”

“Excuse me?!”

It takes a lot of screaming and Lance having to calm everyone down before they can calmly sit down and just talk. The actual marriage part of the engagement is far away and no one wants to mention a date, yet it doesn't really matter for now. What is important to them is the feeling, the fact that they have come to trust each other this much, that they would like their days to continue like this.

And that Finn can call Mash his fiancé, of course, which is something he is planning to abuse very much. He knows his ears go a little red when he calls him that.

Their reactions after that are similar, yet still quite different. Lemon changed her whole ‘Marrying to Mash’ attitude rather quickly after he started to date Finn and now, she was incredibly happy for them. Even though she couldn't do the preparations with Mash, she could still do them for Mash, and that was enough. Lance is the one with the technical questions concerning their life going forward, but he smiles while Dot asks when, and where, and they are both definitely excited.

Just another proof that Mash and Finn couldn't have asked for better friends, really.

***

Regro Burnedead and Rayne Ames are together under the Burnedead’s roof when they and their relatives sit down. Finn doesn't know where to start, how to explain, and even though he knows they are both very supportive of their relationship, it still feels quite embarrassing.

So he stays quiet and lets Mash’s bluntness take over.

“We’re engaged.”

Mash’s father spits out the tea he had in his mouth and even though Rayne looks completely unbothered, inside he could probably scream. He likes seeing his brother happy, really, and he tried to stay happy when he first heard about him getting a boyfriend, but an engagement?

Maybe the only reason why it shocks him so much is the fact Finn was growing too fast, and Rayne spent too much of that time avoiding him.

But Regro is now hugging them both with tears in his eyes and Rayne can sense that Finn is scared of his older brother’s reaction. So of course he gets up and hastily joins them all.

Because him and Finn weren't alone anymore, and their family would only grow from now on.

“Oh Mash, there's so many things we need to do! You need to choose the place, and the cake, and the flowers…”

“It’s fine, Pops. We still have a lot of time.”

They did, now that Innocent Zero sat behind bars and everyone had the chance to feel full of hope once again.

#mashle #mash burnedead #finn ames #mashfinn

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apprenticestanheight · 5 months

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Can I get number 10 "Will you marry me?" For Mark Hoffman? And maybe for Adam

Onions- Mark Hoffman x gn! reader

Hi!! I went ahead and did this one for Mark as I feel I don't write for him nearly enough, but if you'd like me to do this prompt with Adam, just feel free to let me know (be that through a response to this fic or an ask in my inbox! I don't know when it'll be done as I still have a lot of writing to get through before I consider myself on top of the reqs I currently have to do, but at the very least I can promise it'll be done either before christmas, on christmas, or the day after!)

Thank you for sending this one in and here's the obligatory but still wholly genuine apology--I am so sorry that this has taken me so long! A lot of the time things get buried in my inbox and that fact in combination with a bad record with object permanence usually go together in a rather inefficient way. Life has also just kind of done it's thing and demotivation has kind of kicked me in the back a little bit. While it sucks that I can't say that super long wait times for requests are out of the norm, I hope this one was worth the wait!!

Fic type- this is super fluffy!

Warnings- kissing happens a lot and sex is passively mentioned once. This fic is also edited but I've been awake for eleven hours and had written it while awake for something like fourteen so the editing might be a bit off regardless--I apologize if it is and if it is, please feel free to let me know and I'll fix it right up!!

In the week or so leading up to the proposal, Mark was doing everything he could to make it seem like nothing special was happening on the getaway he'd planned for the two of you that weekend.

You both worked in the precinct but in different areas--Mark was a detective and you worked with the CSI team--so keeping the news from spreading really wasn't all that difficult.

Perez and Strahm had been the only ones who knew a lick of Marks plan, and while Strahm had asked him teasing questions about the ring and the plan for the proposal with a shit-eating grin on his face, Perez seemed genuinely happy for him. She asked about the location and if he'd written some big, sappy speech, reminded him to make sure that all of the camera angles would be perfect and not unflattering, jokingly asked if she was invited and told him to ease up on the coffee during the week before the getaway as too much of it could cause jitters.

So then the weekend came and you and Mark drove to a cottage that had previously been owned by Marks parents in the outskirts of the city. They'd given it to him but he'd never had much cause to use it before that weekend, and he was glad to see that it was just as nice as it had been when he'd last seen it.

You settled in, objecting to spend that Friday night in nothing more than a pair of boxers and one of Marks old NJPD sweaters, hugging him from behind as he made dinner and you talked about anything except for work because of how exhaustive talking and thinking about work had become after how long that week had felt.

Mark was trying to search for the time to do it--the ring was in the pocket of his sweatpants, and you'd discussed proposals before anyway so he knew there was no big expectation to do it somewhere good or while wearing anything exceptional. Your plan for that weekend was mostly just to eat good food and have good sex and Mark had honestly planned to do the proposal somewhere after you'd accomplished both of those goals.

But, on a Friday night somewhere in December of the year 2004, your lips are pressing against the back of Marks shoulder and he can feel them spread out in a grin as your hands move to his hips, and you've been together for a decade and Mark is wondering why he didn't propose sooner.

"I love you," you whisper against the skin of his neck, laughing a little as you watch Mark brace himself by pressing his palms into the granite countertops.

"Will you marry me?"

Mark kind of hates the way it comes out--he wanted to at least have it somewhat planned before he popped the big question, not say it over a pan of onions that were in the process of caramelizing while the sky displays the dark of a Decembers four o'clock. He wanted to look at you while he asked, get down on one knee and at least try to do the old fashioned stuff.

"What?" You ask, laughing a bit more. "Mark Hoffman, are you playing some kind of cruel joke on me? I like it when you get funny but not like this."

"No," Mark rushes the words out. "No! I'm being serious--I swear I meant for it to be less spontaneous than this but your fucking lips--I wanna get married to you. I have a ring and everything, but you kissed me and you know how I'll get when you kiss me the right way. I promise I meant to propose in a more serious way, all right? Not while you're in one of my NJPD sweaters from when we first started dating and a pair of boxers I bought you for christmas so that you'd stop stealing mine to wear as shorts."

You let him go, step away.

"Well, if you're so serious about doing it properly, I invite you to go ahead," you're grinning, and Mark wants to kiss it off your face more than anything, but he doesn't. Instead, the cook in him turns to the pan as you take his hand in yours and interlace your fingers.

"The onions might burn--"

"They'll be fine without your eyes for a sec," your grin widens. "Mark--I appreciate that you proposed the way you did but if you're gonna make a stink about not being able to propose all proper and gentlemanly, then I invite you to do so. I promise I won't change my answer."

Mark snorts, gets down on one knee and pulls out the ring.

"Perez told me that a big, soppy speech would make you more likely to say yes but I never believed that," he takes a breath in. "I just want to emphasize that, well--we've been together for ten years now and I've wanted to marry you for at least four but work has been so busy that I haven't really gotten the chance to do it. I love you, Y/N, and that is why I'm doing this and why I was so hellbent upon doing it right."

"Yes," you blurt, grinning like an idiot.

Mark scoffs, laugh falling from his lips. "You made a stink about me making a stink about proposing wrong, and you've answered before I even asked!"

You laugh, covering your smile with your hand. Mark feels the urge to pull your hand away but doesn't, instead lets himself smile so hard that it hurts.

"Will you marry me?" He asks. "Will you make me the happiest guy in the history of the--well--ever, and marry me, Y/N L/N?"

"Mhm," you hum, nodding quickly. "Yeah, Mark Hoffman. Absolutely."

Mark rises, slips the ring onto your finger and hums as he pulls you into a tender kiss, palms resting on your elbows as he presses you lightly against the fridge.

You pull away, and both of you are grinning like idiots but that doesn't really matter.

What matters to you is the fact that Mark has just proposed, and you've accepted, which means that you're engaged. That fact alone is enough to make you elated, and such is what you feel as you go back to your previous position, Mark watching the onions and occasionally stirring while you hug him from behind, hands on his hips as your lips rest against the back of his shoulder.

Mark is grinning at the onions, just as elated as you. It is the perfect ending to a perfect night.

#mark hoffman #mark hoffman x reader #saw franchise #sawposting

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l8rs-gat0rs · 1 year

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Masterlist!

Welcome! Here are all my fics in one place (^_^)

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Inbox status: Closed for requests :( but open for chatting!

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Request details:

You may request fics about any of the characters mentioned in the character lists (*except for the one-off list*). As of right now, I am only doing X reader fics.

currently I have only written female/AFAB reader, but I am open to writing for other readers as well. I want to be inclusive! if I do research and still feel like I am unsure if I will do it justice, I will let you know

~Character Lists~

These are the characters that I have written about, and are on this masterlist. (Also 1 or 2 characters I haven't written for yet but I am planning to)

Oscar Isaac Characters

Duke Leto

Llewyn Davis

Moon Knight system

Jonathan Levy

Poe Dameron (eventually, send requests if you have any)

Miguel O'Hara (eventually, send requests if you have any)

WLW characters

Eva

Midge Maisel

Juliette Fairmont

Captain Marvel/Carol Danvers

One-off characters

Joel Miller (special request)

(Credits to all the Gif creators)

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🍬=fluff

🔥= Angst

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Oscar Isaac Characters

Duke Leto Atreides

Kiss It Better 🍬🔥💦 | Leto finds his lover reminiscing about her childhood. She is having regrets, but the duke is determined to relieve her pain in one of her favorite ways.

Llewyn Davis

Old Friends 🍬💦 | An old friend knocks on your door extremely early in the morning looking for a place to stay. And who are you to say no to him when he looks like a sad puppy?

Moon Knight System

Complicated 🔥 | pairing(s): Marc x reader x Steven | The moon boys plan on confessing their secret crush. They are interrupted when they find her getting kidnapped after witnessing a robbery gone wrong, and they swoop in to save her.

The Mind Wanders 🍬🔥 | pairing(s): Steven x reader | you find out Steven's mind has been wandering. He's become quite entranced with another woman, and you won't stand for it. After you leave, Steven is determined to do anything, and everything to regain your trust.

Broken Promises 🍬🔥 | WIP

Jonathan Levy

A Good Morning 🤍🍬💦 | Jonathan wakes up one morning reluctant to go to work. y/n adds to that reluctance.

WLW Fics

Eva (Swarm)

Secret Thoughts 💦 | During one of your sessions with Eva you can't help but spill a secret you didn't think you would. Eva is thrilled to hear it and decides to fulfill your request.

It's always been you🍬🔥 | You and Eva have been dating for a while, Eva thinks the girls suspect something so she starts being more flirty with them. However, you don't take this very well, and you threaten to leave.

Save Me From Myself 🍬🔥 | You have social anxiety and Eva has been helping you with it. After messing up a game of Twister, you feel like you can't be helped so you decide to leave. Eva stops you from leaving, which leads to a confession.

The Golden Window 🍬 | Eva turns to the girls for some help telling you that she likes you, but it doesn't go as planned...

Miriam "Midge" Maisel

Hello Stranger 🍬 | You are at the- special...bar you frequent, and see a gorgeous stranger. You are Intrigued by her and decide to approach her.

Living The Dream 🍬 | WIP

Juliette Fairmont

A Vampire Romcom 🔥 | You're a transfer student at Lancaster academy and you bump into a cute girl, what are the odds she's also a cute Vampire?

Captain Marvel/Carol Danvers

You Got Some Time? 🍬🔥| The Captain's got some free time on her hands and so do you, you decide to have a night out because superheroes don't get many of those. As the night goes on, Carol decides time isn't the only thing she wants her hands on and you have the exact same idea.

A Christmas Carol 🍬| You're out in New York City with Carol and the biting cold starts to get to you. Thankfully Carol is there to keep your hands warm.

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demonichikikomori · 6 months

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We made it! Yippee! Thank you everyone for this milestone, I'm feeling super happy about it hehe. It's a nice gift to wake up to. I promised to do a face reveal but I want to see if I can hand over an old selfie instead. I do have some updates to give since I see it as an appropriate time to share and they'll be below the cut!

But before that, I want to say thank you again. I really wouldn't be much without you guys haha.

What happens @ 600 followers?:

Well, I’m not doing an event until 666 followers (Badum tss) but a while ago I did promise a face reveal so behold:

An extremely edited photo of me from about a year ago before I had my apartment. This, is 20 year old me in my grandma's basement... In a maid dress... Drinking a bang energy in front of my PC set up... (I still own my maid dress if anyone needs me to clean their house for them) I am in fact a REAL PERSON! Behold me. I won’t do a proper face reveal until I’m a little happier with myself as I am dealing with a lot of mental issues as of recent.

What’s going on?:

To make a long story short; I just got laid off at my job and I have to move in January. I do have some requests in queue and I am going to be on and offline as I look for a job and get unemployment for the time being. They said they will bring me back January 1st but they forget I am an adult with no support from my parents so I need to work to live. I won't be taking commissions as I cannot live off of those and again due to mental issues I have been having my production times for my commissions has gotten increasingly slow over the past year. I cannot complete them in a timely manner to keep my head above water. My last check will go towards rent and I NEED a job by next week as I need to save for my deposit in January for my new apartment (1,000 dollars) and I need to pay my last bill of the month (40.55 in consumers haha).

I am moving in January because me and my little sister agreed we would live together for a year and then live on our own. So, we're in the same neighborhood but our own apartment so if we need each other we're still close. Our lease is over on the 27th of January so I need to get all the money I have so I can be prepared. It's crunch time! I don't want to ask for charity, but I do want to express that my inbox will be staying closed so I can focus on adulting.

As you can see, I queue my posts like this so I always appear active online when the truth is: I'm probably sleeping/at work/writing/ect. I have the persona of a chronically online hikikomori, but the truth is I'm just a depressed person haha.

What about January?:

By January I won't plan to move for a long time as the rent is very cheap and the building allows smokers which is a big bonus for me. The usual response is; why don't you quit smoking?

Do you know how hard and expensive that is? Kicking a bad habit is hard enough, but doing that for the sake of HOUSING is not a good reason to quit. My survival shouldn't have anything to do with that. And also... The non smoking apartments are very boujiee and I don't like those kinds of uppity neighborhoods. I seek comfort in familiar and more impoverished areas. And again, dirt cheap rent. I'll be offline for the first few weeks of January and working on moving into my new apartment and I'll be updating you guys once I do! I can't use my PC since... Well, I gotta cut my internet off before I move haha. And my consumers the day of so they can turn my lights on at my other place. I am very excited that I have a new spot and I need to just get my deposit, and I'll deal with rent when I get to it along with all my other bills. I'm anxious and excited for the future. And with enough hard work I can strive towards a getting a small house.

But with the economy? ... Let's stick with an apartment. <3

Thank you for reading. And as always,

The Devil Loves You!

#demonic. milestone #thank you 600

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chaotic-on-main · 15 days

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Hi Sky 👋 sorry if I am bothering you 🥺

May I request a moodboard of me levi and gojo?? Gojo and I are best friends; he has a feeling for me but I am in love with Levi and Levi loves me a lot. Gojo and I went on a long drive and I excitedly told him about my marriage to Levi and he looked very sad.

I know it’s cringe please forgive me. It is actually based on what I see in my dream few days ago

Levi x San x Satoru

☾ content/warnings ➼ angst, unrequited love, crossover (jjk and aot)

☾ a/n ➼ hi @notgoodforlife <3 this has been in my drafts for so long because life has been kicking my ass and I haven't been able to get back onto solid ground. but I hate that I've made you wait for like, 4 months. you asked for a moodboard and i got carried away writing this whole thing instead. I hope you're doing well over there, and I hope this doesn't hurt too much. ALSO THIS ISN'T CRINGE. ANYONE THAT SAYS SO CAN COME TALK TO ME INSTEAD OF CLOWNING IN YOUR INBOX. anyway. ily <3

☾ wc ➼ ~800

The jingling of metal keychains against each other grabs your attention away from the phone in your hand. As you look up, you see the sleek black car belonging to your best friend sitting in the driveway of your little home. White hair and a snarky grin, Satoru Gojo was right on time and leaning against the warm metal.

“Where's the grouchy old man?” He calls out, still a few yards from where you sat on the doorstep. You stand up in excitement, making sure to slot your phone into your back pocket before bounding down the last few steps to meet him halfway.

“The grumpy man has a name, you know. He got called back into work and won't be back until late, so it's just us.” When you say those words, Satoru's eyes light up just the slightest bit, but you miss it as you're busy pulling your phone back out to check something.

“Oh good, that just means more time with me.” He says half-jokingly. As always, there’s that lopsided grin, but it slowly fades as he looks at you carefully over his dark sunglasses. “He's always at work. Does he ever make time for you?”

You're quick to throw him a soft glare at such an accusation. While his tone is lighthearted, it has a depth of concern that you don’t pick up. Satoru knows he shouldn't be so mean, but when it comes to you, he can't help but be defensive. He's loved you for as long as he's known you, after all.

“Of course he does, ‘toru. It really isn't Levi's fault. Some intern fucked something up in the computer systems and Levi is the only one that knows how to fix it.” At this point, you're sitting in your friend's passenger seat and buckled in. You run your fingers over the soft velvet that lines the door of his car.

Satoru always had nice things - car included. That's one of the perks of being a child to a decently wealthy family. But he was never showy with his possessions, and you liked him for that. If only you knew that you were the one thing he couldn't call his.

“Well, I sure hope they're paying him enough. Sounds like he's irreplaceable.” Your friend mutters as he puts the car in reverse and slides down the driveway.

“You have no idea.”

“The venue is down Main, right?” Satoru checks his mirrors before fully pulling out onto the mostly vacant street.

“Yeah. You know, I heard it was a sold-out show.” You pull your phone out to check a few notifications that popped up.

One was a text from Levi, apologizing once again that he had to pull out at the last minute and would make it up to you as soon as he could. He was always good on his promises so you can't help but smile at the date he has planned in the near future.

While your hand holds up your phone, Satoru notices yet again the shining bright stone that sits pretty on your left ring finger. It sparkles brilliantly against the orange setting sun. His smile doesn't fade but it wavers.

When you told him the news a few months back, he made sure to show up as the best friend he is. Oh, how you squealed in delight at him, telling him all the details of the proposal Levi had planned and what you already want from your wedding.

How you wanted Satoru there as your maid of honor to which you laughed right after, saying that you don’t have to wear a dress. You mistook his wide eyes as shock to the maid of honor demand instead of what it really was - heartbreak.

His heart had shattered into a million pieces despite the million-dollar grin he threw your way. You weren't aware of how he felt for you, and you never would. Satoru only wanted you to be happy, and it seemed that you were.

As he glanced at the ring and back up to the road, he couldn't help imagining what it would be like to have you wearing a ring he had picked out. How would he have proposed to you, he wonders. Would you still want the same things for this pretend wedding, or would it be completely different?

“’Toru?” You ask, breaking him out of his thoughts. Bright blue eyes shift in your direction at the sudden call out, and he grins over to you.

“Yes?”

“Are you okay?”

“Never better. Now let's get some tunes going, yeah?” That cocky grin of his made you laugh as you nod in agreement.

No, he doesn't need to think about these “what ifs". Pain is nothing new to him, and he would survive this one.

#not tagging fandoms because this aint for them #san.moots #sky.writes

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melodygatesauthor · 10 months

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Weekly Update

07/30/2023

Announcements

- I’m writing an original fiction novel -

You read that right! I’m writing an original fiction called Lock & Key, and I’m taking all of you along my journey as I go through the process. I’m so excited to get started actually writing it soon (once I have a bit more of the outline finished) and I’ll be posting all updates on @lockandkeynovel!

This is a big project, and it’s going to take some time, but I can’t begin to tell you how grateful I am for all of you and your support. You all mean the world to me!

- No more requests -

I have 3 more requests left in my inbox, and once those are done that’s it for now. I’m not sure if I’ll ever be in a position to take requests again or not. My WIP list is a mile long, and right now (summer) is a VERY busy time for both of my jobs. I’m lucky if I get one day off a week. All this to say, it’s not feasible for me to continue taking requests when I can’t even handle the fics I have currently in the works. In fact, those 3 are folks who requested back at the end of APRIL, so…yeah…

I’m not saying I’ll never do requests again, it’s just not realistic right now. There will still be follower celebrations and birthday events and things like that in which I may take limited requests, but as far as the regular ones go, I gotta stop taking them for now.

Fic Updates

Disclaimer - I never know which way the winds of inspiration will blow. Timeframes aren’t a promise/guarantee, they’re a goal.

Fic Updates Legend:

Blue - Update this week

Pink - Update in progress

Red - Backburner Fic (not currently working on. See WIP list for status)

Chaptered Fic Updates

A Bit Dodgy - We’re back baby! I got chapter 14 hitting a Tumblr dash near you tomorrow at 8am! Thank you all for being patient. I’m hoping to be back to regular Monday updates, but we will see. I’ve worked SO HARD on this fic, along with my good friend @whatthefishh and I would hate to ruin it all by rushing through the ending. I would rather write it well and while inspired, than push through just to say I did it, you know what I mean?

Always Yours, Never Mine - Chapter 3 is on its way. This one had to be put aside while I was on the cruise, but i’m planning to work on it this week. I’m not sure if the update will come out this week or next though! Stay tuned!

The Fractured Moon - Part 3 is coming this week! - So I had a bit of confusion with this one in my own head. Let me explain haha…

I had already planned out the four parts for this fic a long time ago, and I spend hours in canva making the banners for each part. Each part was supposed to be centered around each boy. Part One (All boys) - Part 2 (Steven) - Part 3 (Jake) - Part 4 (Marc). Then I had some other ideas and plans that I wanted to work into the fic but was trying to figure out how I was going to do that without messing with the banners I made, so I planned to do 4 bonus chapters called “These Fractured Knights” all with the boys having their own bonus chapters. However, these chapters are all in line with the timeline of the fic, and it really makes more sense (and is less confusing) to just have them be part of the series normally as parts 3, 4, 5, and 6. (I hope I haven’t lost anyone yet).

That being said, I’m not going to call 4 chapters that fit in line with the story “bonus chapters” just for the sake of the banners I made, that’s my weird mental thing and idk why I do that. Once I’ve planned something, I HATE changing it. So I’m just going to make them fit in line with the fic like normal lol.

So anyway…

Part 3 is coming this week hehe.

Mini-series Updates

Feeling You Can’t Fight - I’m hoping to have a new chapter out this week, but I’m not really sure. This fic was supposed to be finished a month ago and I’m sad that I’m behind on it but I’m working on it!!

All on the backburner for now but will get additional chapters soon:

Not a Doctor - Part 2

Worth the Risk - Part 3

The Good Doctors - New Series

AI Character Bot Updates

I currently have the following bots on my list that I’m working on. If you have any suggestions or additions you’d like, please feel free to ask! I won’t make every single one I get asked for but I’ll make some of them as I get time!

Requests Updates

My 1k Follower Celebration ficlets ARE COMPLETE! - YAY! I AM going to be doing a 2k celebration (I’m like 50 followers away! Woot!), but it won’t include writing requests. I just don’t have time, sorry all! It will consist of games and other fun stuff though! Can’t wait!

I had 2 requests for Nathan Bateman, however I don’t feel overly inspired to write for him. That doesn’t mean I don’t like him, nor does it mean I never will write for him, but I just don’t want to have those requests sitting in my inbox while I figure that out. I still have them written down and I have the people who requested them written down so if I ever feel up to it again I’ll do it, but as of right now I don’t foresee it happening any time in the near future, and I just mentally needed to take it off my plate.

I’ll be working on the other requests between this week and next! I’m hoping to have them all out this week but that’s probably unrealistic lol. Thank you for all being so patient, and I love you!

That’s it for now! I love you all!

#moon knight #steven grant #jake lockley #melody gates weekly updates #melody gates updates #Santiago Garcia #triple frontier #marc spector

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wosoamazing · 8 days

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I'm going to write some short fics tonight (100-500 words) when I get home from work for any of my kid!readers (mainly McFoord or Lotte's Accident though), so send through some ideas, I do already have some requests which I will also use but yeah. But requests can be for any of my current kid!readers I have (also currently working on pt.2 of Mummy or Leah)

Also sorry to those who sent requests ages ago that still aren't out. I do promise I am working on them and they will be out eventually, if you want to know if your request will be out soon just send me an ask saying like just wondering if you're still doing INSERT YOUR REQUEST, I like to keep requests in my inbox to remind me about them so this is the best way to find out if I am planning on releasing it or not (my wips list is all over the place may get rid of it....)

#wosoamazing talks

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cloudsandcrescents · 1 month

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Will you post another rough publishing schedule like your pinned post?

I’ve been meaning to do this again so thank you for giving me a nudge. Here’s a rough schedule of where we are.

Publishing Schedule (Subject to Change)

Leather Black - I had hoped to have the next chapter up yesterday but between no sleep, errands, and a family event that went on pretty late, I didn’t get around to it. At the latest, I will have the next chapter up tomorrow but I am really striving for today since I actually have a full day of free time. With my two larger fics pretty much done, I can dedicate more time to this one to start getting the rest of the chapters out faster. I’m expecting this fic to have a final chapter count of somewhere around 11-12 chapters. With AH and PM done, I’m hoping I can grind these last few chapters to have the fic complete by the end of the month.

After Hours and Promise Me - These two fics are technically complete but I did have a very brief epilogue chapter that I wanted to do for both just to wrap up a few things. Since these will probably be more on the shorter side, they shouldn’t take too long. Realistically speaking, I’m hoping to have those done end of next week.

Tumblr Prompts/Asks - I’ve got quite a few asks sittings in my inbox so for anyone who has sent me one, I am working on getting to those in the coming weeks. After Leather Black is concluded, I plan to take a small break from multi-chap fics to clear out what I can since these will likely be written as single chapter/one-shot experiences. I’m thinking about two weeks before I can start getting to them but I may be able to get one or two done sooner.

When We Serve/Hour of Need - I’ve reasoned that two multi-chap fics at a time are my limit. Once LB is done and I can get through some of the asks in my inbox, I’ll be resuming updates for these two fics. Realistically looking at beginning updates again for these early next month. It’ll likely be an alternating biweekly update similar to how AH and PM use to be (updating one fic one week and the other on the next).

Other Impacts to Publishing Schedule - I currently have a private work that was commissioned so that will take some precedence in the coming weeks. I’ll still be updating LB during this time but want to ensure I’m dedicating adequate time to that request.

Work interferes with writing more often than not which is really why I’m not able to get updates out as quickly as I’d like most of the time. I do have a personal writing endeavor that I’m hoping to embark on so that someday I can have the freedom to just write all day.

I appreciate everyone’s patience as I work through the motions and know that, even if I’m quiet, I’m still working on these stories for you all and that your support means the world.

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Cherish Art Requests (NOW OPEN): A 1,000 Hits Celebration Event

Thank you all for helping my beloved fanfic, Cherish, reach a grand total of 1,000 hits as of sometime between late March 18th and early March 19th of 2023 — thereby fulfilling yet another of our milestone goals.

While my pre-planned official “thank you” artwork is unfortunately still in the works at the moment due to unforeseen circumstances, and will be posted sometime in the near future, to show my great appreciation for all of Cherish’s amazing readers and followers, I would nevertheless like to celebrate this momentous occasion with a very special event.

After running a poll on the matter, the results indicated that a majority of y’all who participated would be interested in me accepting one Cherish-related art request, and so, that is what you shall receive.

Immediately following this announcement’s posting, my asks (both on this official blog and my main one as will) will be open to receive your art requests.

HOWEVER. There are just a few rules I would like you to keep in mind:

ART REQUEST SUBMISSION RULES (PLEASE READ):

Art requests will be first come, first serve, and I will only be promising to take one single request for the moment. If your art request is not the first to appear in my inbox, it will not be discarded, but rather held onto, either for a time when I of my own will may feel like taking it on, or when I re-open requests during a similar future event.

Art request MUST be Cherish related, and MUST NOT involve any pairings not mentioned in the fic. Request does not necessarily have to be tied to any particular scene in the fic (although that is allowed as well), but it does have to at least involve major characters and/or pairings mentioned therein.

There are no specific limitations set on what type of art can be requested beyond this at this time, but you take full and sole responsibility for the type of art that you request. I am not responsible if you for some request some type of artwork that ends up making you uncomfortable in some way. If you request artwork and then change your mind after I have begun making it or even finished it, it will not be my responsibility to make up for that in any way. If you are the one to win the request, you get what you ask for, the first time you ask for it — nothing more, nothing less. Everything else is not my responsibility.

Request may take anywhere from a few days to a month or more to finish; the more complicated the request, the longer it will take. I will try to keep in touch with you if you so wish after the request to give you the occasional update on how it is going, but please understand that asking me if it is done yet over and over will not make it get done any faster. I have a life of my own and other things to do and your request will not be my one and only priority in life until it is done, even if I do plan to take it seriously.

In spite of the few limitations I have set in stone for this event, I still reserve the right to refuse any request made to me, for any reason, without the need for explanation. Like everyone else, I do have my own limits in regards to things I am willing to do even in my creative endeavors, and just because I can’t currently foresee a request that might make me too uncomfy to complete, that does not mean one does not exist. I may or may not respond on such an occasion, but I reserve the right not to, as well. I do not owe anyone an itemized list of my triggers, much less an explanation of why I am uncomfortable taking a request.

Any art requests received which go outside the boundaries of the rules will be discarded completely; although I am accepting art requests for this specific event, I am also a human being who has a life, interests, and feelings of their own, and I expect my boundaries to be respected even by those readers whom I hold very dear.

My discarding of other potential requests is nothing personal; it is merely an upholding of my own limits for the sake of both my physical and mental health.

With that being said, request away! I look forward to seeing what you all would like me to make.

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aquanova99 · 2 years

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Even Gods can Bleed

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A/N: Look who’s back? Back again. No I got a wave of motivation so I hope I can keep this up. I have closed Requests so I can catch up and not ignore anyone in my inbox. I am so sorry it’s taking so long.

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“I hope there is no misunderstanding.”

“Of course not, we will send someone when the time is right. It is truly wonderful to see you again! Would you want to join us for dinner? I’m sure Heidi can gather enough for one more.”

“No need, I fed just before arriving. I do thank you for the offer.”

A tiny blonde ran up to Aro, whispering something of importance. A truly necessary thing to do as a vampire, but a habit hard to break. Still, she had been practicing, Mut was only barely able to make out the last part of her sentence.

“They are already on their way.”

There was a sigh, “You have to forgive us, but we seem to be having an influx of…visitors. A few people in our guard are accompanying Heidi and are on their way as we speak. Could we show you to a room until we have fed?”

She knew full well what he meant. She had waited too long. All she could do was offer a curt nod in resolution, “I suppose there is no avoiding it then?”

“I’m afraid not.”

The air was quiet when everyone returned. There was an understanding that it was time to come to an agreement. The younger ones seemed worried about their previous actions. Benjamin began nervously tapping his fingers.

“Careful Benjamin, you might cause a fire.” Mut ruffled his hair before taking a seat next to her husband.

Amun looked at his mate, asking if she was sure without speaking. She nodded and allowed him to be the one to tell the coven what the plan would be.

“We shall go. Only as witnesses.” He looked at Benjamin when he spoke the last part, the young boy nodded too eagerly

“This is a bad idea.” Kebi muttered to herself

“One more thing.” Mut interrupted, “We stay together, whether we leave or not. Benjamin I am speaking to you. Majority rules.”

“That’s unfair, you three always outnumber us. But, understood.” He nodded and Tia agreed. As much as she would want to side with Benjamin, Tia was content with her life. Years of protecting him as a child translated well when she was turned, she felt indebted to him. He had, after all, rescued her from a husband she was forced to pretend to be happy with. The music that once filled her heart had felt long extinguished. Benjamin appeared one day and offered her to never have to worry again, he told her that she could have an actual family. He was wrong on part of his promise, Tia worried. Tia worried every day. She didn’t need anything else, her life was perfect. She couldn’t admit it to Benjamin, but she had no interest in going to meet those erratic looking vampires. She wishes she had kept her mouth shut.

“You seem nervous child.” Amun sat next to Tia. Mut had noticed her distant stare, the dissociation from any and all conversation. Her and Amun both shared a look before Mut immediately began challenging Benjamin to a game to keep them preoccupied. Tia blinked slowly, adjusting back to her surroundings. She could hear Benjamin and Mut laughing. Kebi was running from room to room collecting everything they could need. Tis brought her knees to her chest. From the minute he had met Tia, Amun had been able to tell how vastly different she was to his past daughter. The boys, they were similar in some aspects but Mut argued Benjamin and Sekhmet were the closest to sibling. He was inclined to agree. But Tia, she may as well have been a mouse, hiding within the confines of her home in the coven. She worked hard to try and not upset anyone, unsure if either head of the coven would one day tire of her.

“I don’t wish to leave here.” Tia had always been soft spoken, her voice only the tiniest bit away from a whisper. But this, it was if she could only mouth the words.

“I’m sure it’s clear I have little interest leaving either.”

“Then why do we have to go?”

Amun sighed, “Benjamin will go regardless of what we think.”

“Can you not tell him to stay??”

A chuckle escaped him, “I doubt there anyone on this earth that can tell him anything.”

“Can I ask you something? Honestly?”

“Of course.”

“Why are you doing this? Kebi is very against this whole thing. Ommi is the only one who seems interested in really going. I don’t understand why the two of you would risk the volturi, even if we are supposed to just witness.”

Kebi stopped. Only for a half second but enough to warn Amun that if she heard Tia, Benjamin would be able to as well. He could tell Benjamin at a later time, “Lets walk.” Tia followed soundlessly, even more curious about the secrecy that seemed to continue to spring up ever since the tired looking vampire came to visit. Amun led the two of them right out of hearing distance. The young vampire had rarely seen her chosen father seem so pained. Amun was known for being straightforward, hiding something from either her or Benjamin seemed out of character.

“You remember the reason we do not anger the volturi?”

“Of course, the war between your coven and the volturi. You, ommi, Kebi and a couple others decided to stay out and follow the rules they had set up.”

“Well, actually I suppose we almost ended up joining the rather hopeless battle.”

“I thought—"

“Believe me, we had no interest in doing so but we had another member in our coven who decided to fight at the last minute.”

“Another member?”

“Your… sister of sorts. A bit younger than Benjamin. She was confident we had the advantage even though our original coven barely tolerated each other. She ran away at the last minute, we were seconds late.”

Amun took a breath to steady himself. Tia was stunned. It was no wonder they were so terrified to let the two of them meet anyone. They had only met Isis and Osiris on occasion and they had only left Egypt to meet the Volturi once. Tia remembered despising it, she had spent the entire time wishing she was back home. Benjamin enjoyed seeing something different but he had been moved around too much to not be anxious. The castle was extravagant, and the volturi were nice enough. Still, there was a coldness in the air that worried. She saw her mother silent, as the one who tried to keep the atmosphere cheerful the quiet was enough to worry her.

“Is--is that why you guys seemed so sad when we had to see them?”

Amun was surprised at the perceptiveness of his oldest. He had assumed she was scared at the long halls that seemed to stretch forever, the bleak atmosphere, the death that seemed to seep from the walls as if the ghosts of all the previous victims were still here prisoners of someone’s mistakes. Worse… He worried his stories had frightened her, worried they may not make it out. Truthfully, even he worried for that possible outcome. His fear of Benjamin possibly a similar route to Demetri had preoccupied his thoughts until he felt the tiny girl he had known to try mediate any argument cling onto his arm. He made sure to say nothing even when he could feel the cracks forming. Tia loosened her grip when the sound of porcelain struggling to hold together brought attention to her actions. Mut had noticed after this as well and held Tias hand the rest of the way.

“Not entirely. Benjamin was offered a chance to join their coven. We have had someone we care about decide to join them. We figured there was a chance Benjamin may consider the offer. We are aware we can be a bit overbearing.” The two were heading back albeit slow, Tia had so many more questions. “Tia. You are not to tell Benjamin about this, not yet.”

“You think he cannot handle it?”

“I tell you this only because you asked. We had not been supportive of Sekhmet’s decision and she acted rashly. Her and Benjamin are similar.” Painfully, similar he thought. Amun swore Sekhmet had to be in some way related to the young vampire. As if her soul had decided to give them a second chance to redeem themselves. “Benjamin needs to make the decision without guilt playing a factor in his choice. We both have decided regardless we will not hesitate this time.”

“Very well. But he should know about the other vampire you two are hiding in the volturi.”

“I think Mut may answer that part of the story when she is ready. It is something I am not proud of nor ready to discuss right now.”

“You do not need to. I understand.” Her responses always made her seem older than she was. Amun smiled at the young girl. His throat tight with guilt. Thinking back on the night Benjamin brought Tia, he had almost turned her away. Had his mate not accepted her so quickly…He would rather not dwell in those thoughts. He ruffled her hair, enjoyed the brisk air. While the temperature may not affect his own body temperature it was still refreshing, even nice to step out of hiding even for a bit. Tia on her end felt more at ease at knowing her family had no intention of leaving them behind. The two raced back, eager to get the trip over with.

Benjamin was eagerly awaiting their return. He began peppering Tia with questions, Tia deflected well but for the first time was not sharing her brother’s eagerness. Only saying that she had reservations about leaving. Benjamin was taken aback by this, the boy still worried he would be cast aside, worried about the day he would push too far, why didn’t he learn? Did he force his sister into possible danger? Perhaps it was just his father’s warning? He decided to quiet his own enthusiasm for the time being,

“You think this will go poorly?”

“If it was going well, Carlisle wouldn’t have had to travel to our home to ask for our help.” Kebi muttered, Mut glared at her sister. Kebi had never been one to complain but she should see the growing concern on her children’s faces. Benjamin’s eyes widened but his mother did not miss him blink back the pools of venom in his eyes.

“We are going as witnesses Benjamin. That is all.” Benjamin nodded at the reassurance in Muts voice. Still the usual softness was replaced with much more stern tone. Every time he brought up the volturi she had seemed to recede further into herself, and her answers became cold. This was not the mother he had come to know. Something troubled her. Yet, she still was trying to comfort him in a way, as if this matter was no longer to be discussed but a job they had to get through. Mut looked at the wide-eyed child and her own worry began subsiding at his concern. Until it was for certain, she had to remind herself a confrontation may not even be in the cards. She put her hand on his cheek, “Everything is fine. We should be leaving, the sooner we arrive the sooner we can decide what kind of help we can offer. Tia, Kebi has collected some clothes but see if you need anything else. I will make a call to the volturi. We can leave right after.”

Everyone had been fed and the plane ride was painless. They chose the closest area that had enough coverage for them to begin their trek to Washington. Upon arriving the cold, humid air excited Benjamin. The contacts he had so vehemently protested were welcome as he realized just how freely he could walk around mostly unnoticed. His mother had gone to get them a car to get to the Cullens with no worry of attracting any more attention. The promise of being able to meet more of his kind outmatched his want for sightseeing, he hoped he would be able to convince Amun of seeing more now that they were actually far from home. Upon arriving, Benjamin felt his hand bend the mist surrounding them, a new element he wanted to play with. Mut just shook her head. Not yet, she warned. The red-haired vampire came out and greeted them first,

“Amun, we appreciate you bringing your family to help us.” Benjamin saw Tia glare at the vampire who appeared a similar age to her, Benjamin was inclined to do the same. His mother and aunt were always heard in their coven. Benjamin thought that if he should thank anyone it should be his mother. The vampire seemed horrified for a split second before grumbling something to the rest of the coven. “Mut, Kebi.”

Benjamin took note of the way his parents had said nothing. He was still curious to see the half human child but tried to remember his mother’s words. The vampire introduced himself and explained the events that occurred with his mate, leading him deeper into the woods near the house that was secluded away. Seeing the child stopped the coven in their tracks. She only had to give a little wave for Benjamin to deem her harmless. Mut and Amun knew of Carlisle’s gifted son, and it was clear he jumped at the opportunity to show off the daughter. Still, something made Mut wary.

“She’s very gifted, she can show you herself what she’s been through, what she’s lived.”

“She communicates with her hands.” Bella picked her up, the child’s hand already outreached towards Benjamin. Mut acted on instinct pulling Benjamin back, her actions surprising even herself.

“What is it?” Amun hovered over her immediately, the children aware of what was happening took a step back.

“I- I’m not sure.” She straightened herself up, and turned to look at her sister, “Kebi, you still do not believe this is the right idea, correct?”

“Of course, you know my position when it comes to the Volturi.”

Mut simply nodded, “Your daughter may show Kebi what she needs to see.”

Kebi might have been furious but she knew her sister well, there was a reason Benjamin was not to touch the child. The growl that came from Edwards throat all but confirmed it.

“She’s harmless.”

“Then you won’t mind showing my sister. My children run off of emotion. I want to get an unbiased opinion.” Benjamin and Tia looked at each other, there was more to this child then they had been told. They looked at their father, already piecing together what his mate had done moments ago.

“What’s the problem?” Bella looked at Edward clueless as to what was unfolding. If Edward answered truthfully, everyone would leave. If he continued forward…Mut couldn’t convince everyone surely?

“Nothing Bella, they are just concerned over their children.”

“Renesme isn’t dangerous, just let her show you.” She walked closer to Kebi. Edwards arm twitched to pull her back, Kebi glanced at her sister who simply nodded and let the child touch her cheek. Images like no other rushed into her mind. Her eyes stared at the deeply at the child who she had seen, who she had felt grow. The something else, she couldn’t explain it but Kebi seemed to no longer be in control of her own thoughts. She struggled to even make any movement. The child pulled her hand away.

Smiling at the woman still frozen in place, she managed to blink away the remaining pictures. But felt as moving any muscle hurt, it was too slow. Yet her mouth seemed to move of its own accord, “They’re right. There is no harm in witnessing. It’s incredible she’s alive.”

Mut looked back over to the trio. “Interesting. Benjamin, your aunt seems dazed can you show Renesme one of your tricks, maybe with some water?”

Benjamin did as he was told. His mother said the same thing to him when were trying to play a prank on Amun. Muts voice this time lacked all playfulness. He collected some water from the air making a pattern so beautiful the child couldn’t stop giggling as it circled her. Kebi still had not moved. His aunt showed nothing on her face. No contempt at him. She would normally dare him to try something of that nature. He’d be on edge for weeks. The shock of cold water hitting her eyes seemed to awaken his aunt.

“Wh-what did she do to me?”

“She just showed you her life Kebi, that’s all.” Edward tried to soothe the panicked Kebi back into a zombie like state.

“Kebi. Why don’t we all go into the house? We haven’t seen the Irish coven in a long time.” Mut glared at Edward as they began to retreat back, “Benjamin, Tia you can show Renesme more tricks later. Okay?”

Edward stared down the Egyptian coven backing away. His plans possibly unraveling. His mate looked as stupefied as Kebi had been. Her eyes sort of glossed over. As if she was a mere shell of someone who used to be in there. Mut was sure they would follow but some more guests were arriving. Mut made sure they retreated into the farthest corner of the house before speaking.

“Why do you want to stay?”

“I- I don’t. But we should help. She did something! It’s like—she is completely innocent after all. No! What is happening? My thoughts! They are not my own.”

“My love, what are you thinking?” Amun grew panicked at his mate’s sister. Her mind had never switched sides. Even with Sekhmet, she remained firm in standing aside when she ran off.

“That child is no immortal one. But her abilities seem to do the same. Everyone here has touched her, every person is willing to help? Something does not feel right.”

“Feel right…” Kebi echoed. Suddenly another vampire appeared behind them

“You aren’t the only ones avoiding the two-month toddler.”

“Alistair.” Amun nodded at another acquaintance.

“It seems odd, right? The way everyone seems ready to fight for the child?” Amun and Alistair went over the similarities. Mut looked over Benjamin and Tia. Tia was more visibly shaken.

“I want to leave. Ommi please.”

Mut just shushed her daughter, “Its fine. But I am unsure of what Kebi will do if we leave. We promised we would stay together. It may be nothing. Benjamin, please. Stay away from the child. You can be respectful but do not let her touch you.”

“Is she going to be okay?” Kebi seemed to be staring off in the direction of the child.

“Yes. But I doubt it will get better until this whole thing is resolved. Perhaps we can talk with Zafrina. For now, let’s keep her away. Hopefully whatever is affecting vanishes over time.” The two young vampires nodded. Tia got closer to her father. Furious they had been dragged to his. Furious at herself for not convincing Benjamin to stay in their rooms. Furious at Benjamin for begging to come. Furious that for some reason this house smelled like dog. She couldn’t even speak. Amun patted her hands and she once again relaxed knowing he would not abandon her. But he had also promised he would not leave anyone behind. Kebi is easy to contain but Benjamin. He is still easily swayed. With or without the terrifying doll like child. She unfortunately was entirely right to be concerned.

The odd couple continued to ask only Benjamin to touch the child. To the point where it was obvious to even him that something was off. He chose to follow his mother, who made quick work of trying to find the Irish coven.

“Maggie, have you seen Renesmes gift?”

“I know why you’re asking Mut.”

“Then answer my question.”

“I don’t know. I’ve never felt anything like this. My dad says he thinks its weird too. But my mum already held her and I can’t pin intentions. Not like that. And now, she’s committed if it comes down to a fight I won’t leave her.”

“Of course. I just felt strange about this whole ordeal. Couldn’t have they just called Aro? Explained everything? He would at least be more willing to listen to a phone call instead of gathering a large amount witnesses?”

Maggie shrugged, “Maybe. I don’t want to stay much longer but I don’t know what to do.”

Mut squeezed the young girl’s shoulder. Maggie offered both of them a smile and nod before she went to sit next to her own mother. Benjamin admired her courage. She knew regardless she would stand by her family. He wondered if his own family would do the same for him. Would they leave him to defend himself? Did he want the answer? A couple of days passed and Kebi seemed eager to hold the child again. Mut was working hard to keep them away, Maggie must have said something to Liam because they tried to do the same with Siobhan. They had also met the young man who was certain the fight would be easy with his pack. Benjamin enjoyed speaking to him but the smell was very unpleasant. He had never had to not breathe and it was something that he hard trouble figuring out. Unfortunately, soon after Bella realized she could train her shield they were joined by the remaining members of the Romanian coven.

After Amun realized the volturi had gathered their own witness he was ready to leave. Edward stopped him by naming all of the vampires the volturi would go after, himself included. “Carlisle may not ask you to fight but I will.” Edward began. Benjamin felt a mix of both fear and pride that the volturi might still want him. He had only met them that one time. He would never abandon his family. Not after they had cared for him for so long. The covens began agreeing to fight. Benjamin looked at Maggie, it was clear she would rather do anything but fight but after Siobhan eagerly agreeing, she nodded back to Edward. Benjamin thought about Kebi, how she badly she wanted to stay. How even if this small child was strange she was not at fault for her circumstances. His family had left him to die, would he able to do the same to her?

“We will talk to Aro. Show him what we’ve seen. But we will not fight.”

Benjamin looked at his mother. The determination in her eyes. His fathers face on the ground. If they weren’t going to fight, why go at all? Edward expected Benjamin to speak up, convinced he had enough doubts to sway him. But to the young vampire, there was something he had never seen in his mother. A desperateness emitting from every part of her. He could also see she was compromising with him, she mouthed at him to trust her and he did. She had never let him down before. Benjamin said nothing to the dismay of the red-haired vampire. Benjamin shrank back as he watched the crowd begin dividing targets and stepping away in case this was goodbye. The only ones that chose to remain were the nomads. The ones who had no one else. Entirely alone, and ready to risk their lives that truly meant little to them at this point.

Amun and Mut left the room, “We will be right back. Tia make sure no one approaches Benjamin, and Benjamin you do the same for Tia and Kebi okay?”

“What do you think they are saying?” He whispered to his sister. She had barely spoken the entirety of the time they were there, and hadn’t left their father’s side. She looked as if the room they had all been in was closing in on her and soon would have no more space to move. Tia couldn’t answer, she knew they were discussing something about the volturi. Something she still did not have all the pieces to. She just shook her head,

“I think…we will find out soon. Maybe we should go find them.” She said this last line as she stared down a few of the Cullens staring at the remaining coven. Benjamin nodded and grabbed Kebi. She was still different, in a daze of sorts but she had become able to separate herself from the house. From Renesme.

“Amun you will tell him, and you will tell him tonight.” The ice in her words matched the surrounding temperature.

“He is not ready.”

“There is no more time.”

“You should not have agreed.”

“I will not turn away from any of our children again. He needs to know that we are not his enemies.”

“That’s your plan? We meet the volturi, tell them we came out of what? Curiosity? and now that they know we don’t intend to fight we want to leave?”

“Gods—” Mut hated arguing with her mate. While a rare occurrence, it was often her raising her voice out of emotion and Amun logically explaining his own reasoning. It was infuriating to not have anything to refute.

Amun gently put his hands on her shoulders, “Neither of them are ready. What happens when he sees Benjamin, Tia. You think it won’t hurt him to see a coven he was never around for?”

“I just—I miss him.”

“As do I. But-“

“And Benjamin? Even if we do not go, Benjamin will not allow that child to die. And you know it. He would never do that to her. Do you remember what Tia told us about the younger cousins?” Se tried to continue but they both sensed the others coming in their direction, “We cannot ignore this part of our lives.”

“I am not good with words.”

“Benjamin wants a reason, tell him the truth. He wants it from you. If he has any questions afterwards I will answer them. You made this mistake before. You have regretted it ever since. We would have never been able to change Sekhmet’s mind. But we can change his.”

Tia reached you first, “Are you going to tell him now?”

“Tell me what.”

Amun sighed, “Lets go hunt Benjamin. There is more to this situation, you need to know.”

Benjamin glanced at Mut who smiled and nodded her head in her husband’s direction. Benjamin followed soundlessly. While Tia slid next to her mother,

“This is about the guy in the volturi right?”

“Yes.” Mut cleared away some trees, and pat a spot next to her for Tia to sit. Kebi looked away, but to avoid looking at her sister. Guilt eating at her as she remembered her own time after Sekhmet never returned. Her treatment of the poor kid. It had only been a few hundred years. But the grief had returned in a wave that seemed to drown them as the newest member at the time had been saved from an uncertain death. Kebi listened to Tia, Tia who was so peacefully unaware of how exactly how much they had lost.

"What was his name?"

"Demetri.”

The room was comfortable. If this is where they allowed guests to stay, she was sure his own private room was magnificent. She had held out hope this meeting could avoided. The last thing Mut wanted was to rip open old wounds.

It was foolish of her to think he wouldn’t have found her. To think she could have snuck away. Did she forget how his gift work? Did she truly believe you could forget them so quickly? Had they forgotten him? Demetri tried to remind himself that he was here because they couldn’t be bothered to deal with him. He was unsure what he expected when opened that door, but Mut never disappointed. She refused to turn around, only facing out a window pointing to a garden.

“I guess I am not surprised you found me so quickly. I hoped my scent would have changed enough over the years. Or did you use your gift?”

“A bit of both. Your scent was all over the throne room. My gift does speed things along. Did you really think I’d forget? Are you still so desperate to stay away from me, you couldn’t stay in the throne room?”

Muts body turned faster than Demetri had time to register. The only thing he caught were eyes, the venom pricking her eyes seemed to make her red eyes brighter. At first she seemed furious, then broken

“You thought we cared for you so little? You really think that? That we wanted you to come here? We’re you dragged from our home?”

“Was I supposed to think otherwise when Chelsea said there were little ties to cut? When the two of you refused to say anything when Aro visited us?”

“Demetri. We said nothing because it was your choice. You alone made the choice to leave.”

“You were eager to let me go. None of you had a single protest.”

Muts eyes widened, “We-we assumed you wanted to leave. You always wanted to get out more, do more with your gift. We could no longer help you. This whole time, you truly believed we abandoned you?”

The hitch in Mut’s voice broke any remaining resolve he had. “Forget it. I should not have said anything—”

“Demetri stop. You did nothing wrong. If we had known we would have begged you to stay. Amun assumed your hesitation was because you felt bad at the desire to leave and he did not want you to feel guilt at making any decision. He was so sure you would choose this life that he—oh gods he is going to hate himself for this. I always thought-- you weren’t bored of our life?”

“No! I— He…wanted me to stay?”

“Of course he did, we both did. We couldnt feed for months. Kebi had to drag some humans into our home after a while.”

The thought of blood being anywhere in that pristine home made the pair of vampires let out an exasperated sort of chuckle, breaking down walls that had taken Demetri centuries to build. But Demetris mood quickly dampened, “If you’re here I assume…”

Muts eyes grew sad, “Yes. We wanted Aro aware to ensure we were not breaking any rules. They are quite young.”

“They?”

“Two. I did not want you to get the wrong idea. That they could replace you. They cannot. Amun cant seem to turn anyone away.”

“They are not here?”

“No, they are still young. Their human blood still lingers, makes one too excitable. We were hoping to bring them in a year or so.”

“Whilst I’m away, I assume.” Demetri might as well have stabbed a stake through her heart. He wanted her to argue, to try and reason with him. He wanted to be furious. But Mut seemed ready to accept any judgement he had casted upon her. She stayed silent waiting for him to continue. “Am I wrong?”

“I cannot explain anymore than I already have. I admit there were many faults at our end. I’m sorry our actions caused you so much pain. I make no excuses. I would hope you know us enough that we never meant to make you feel like this.” Mut slowly made her way towards. Demetri felt himself wanting to take several steps back, yet his feet remained glued to the floor. Unable to admit the yearning he had for his family’s affection. As her hand reached up to cup his cheek his head melted into the physical contact that meant more than any short term attempt of physical connection. His own hand reached up and held hers in place.

“Are you happy here?”

Yes. No. Every fiber in Demetris body fought to try and understand his conflicting emotions. Part of wanting to return with his mother back to the closest thing he had ever felt as stability. This life he had taken on was more often than not bleak. Depressing. Another part felt he owed it to the Volturi to stay. He hesitated wondering how much of that was attributed to Chelsea’s influence. No, he owed his life to some of his coven mates. It was not the same but they were family in their own way.

He pulled away and took a few steps back to regain his composure. Even if he returned to Egypt he would not hesitate to come back if the volturi were in trouble. And separating again would be next to impossible to repair. Three seconds for every thought to run through his mind, and he felt as he had been a statue for years.

“I am.” He finally answered

Mut sadly smiled at her oldest. Heartbreak and pride mixed deep within her. “Then it seems you made the right choice after all.”

They stood in silence for a few seconds. Both delaying the most likely, indefinite goodbye. The knock at the door, caught them both off guard. Demetris face dissociating off of habit.

“Excuse me, Aro has offered to extend the invitation to you coven again.”

Demetri looked over at his mother, assuming she would show some fear at his looming acquaintance. The executioner certainly made most anyone else, squirm. Yet all he saw was sadness,

“Felix, right?”

He slightly bowed, “it is good to see you again Mut.”

“We really should try and meet under better circumstances. Please send my apologies to Aro. My husband will be worried. I should be leaving soon.”

Felix chuckled, nodded again and left. Demetri stood there dumbfounded.

“How do you know Felix?”

“Aro hasn’t told you?” Wonderful he thought, more secrets. He assumed his sires had met Aro after the war the had occurred so long ago. Maybe that’s how they had met Felix. Demetri just shook his head. “I’m not ready to discuss that. But I’m sure if he sees I give him permission he will explain. Best of luck here, Demetri. Its truly beautiful here.”

He was dreading this moment. She came up to him pulled him into an embrace he wish he did not have to let go of. The last trace of his old home released to quickly. Not enough time he thought. She paused at the door, looking back to him one last time,

“You are always welcome to come back to us. If even for a visit. It will always be your home.”

She shut the door behind her. Somehow he knew he wouldn’t be able to see his mother again until centuries later. And when he did...the circumstances were anything but happy.

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aquagirl1978 · 2 years

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Hi Aqua! I am curious if you have decided to only write Chevalier and Gilbert for a while? They seem to be the only suitors you write recently!

Hi nonny! I was waiting for someone to notice this 😭

It's not like I made a conscious decision to focus on those two suitors, but....I must admit, my inbox is stuffed with requests for these two. Out of maybe 30 asks, only 3 did not specifically reference Cheva or Gilbert.

I promise you, I still have a lot of requests in my inbox for other suitors that I do plan on getting to - who knows, some of these may become "Summer of Smut" fics. But I will make a bit more of an effort to write about other suitors.

As always, my ask box is open, so if there is a suitor you'd like to see me write about - or you can just ask me my thoughts on them - or anything really, feel free to drop by,

#i feel so called out rn

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somensfw-blue · 2 years

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hello hello!

it's been a while since i posted an update about things, but i finally have some things to update on!

after some health (both mental and physical) issues and subsequent improvements, i'm pushing myself to stop procrastinating and trying to write again. unfortunately, when i force myself to write, this blog is the second place i go to (i have a series i'm in love with that i'm writing on a different blog/on ao3) but that is for two reasons. the first is the aforementioned series i love, the second is i'm back on my meds and because of that, horny thoughts don't come to me as often as before. that being said, i do want to try write and post a full smut before... let's say my 22nd birthday (april next year, which i know gives me a long time, but i am a full time uni student)

while i still consider myself apart of the fandom, my brain only has space for one big focus fandom at a time, and that space is occupied, still by brits, but now those brits are the sidemen lmao

i never really spoke about techno's death here, but i'm going to keep it brief. i like most people have mourned him. i cried at the drop of a hat every day for three weeks, which honestly surprised me. while i haven't deleted my c!tchn posts - and don't plan on doing so - i am undecided as to whether i will make new ones. i have an old idea and a new request, both of which i really like, but i have... i don't know how to describe it but death and my brain processing it don't have a good relationship

i've never stated this, but i run this blog in a way that i technically take requests, and requests are always open, as long as everyone is aware that there is a high chance it stays sitting in my inbox

tl:dr,

a new smut will hopefully come in the next six months, but no promises because my brain has focused on another fandom. thank you for your patience with me

#someblue babbles

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twistedmusings · 3 years

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A/N: Planning to post some finished requests tonight thankfully but I wanted to share something super self indulgent with you guys since I just recently got an Alexa! I'm still kind of in a funk (since classes are STILL not over with) so thank you everyone for your kind words in my inbox q wq For now I only have Riddle and Leona...but if everyone likes it I'll make an effort to finish! I kinda am working on Azul's as we speak >:3 Warnings: Boys missing you terribly, Riddle justifying the breaking of rules and Leona realizing that he is talking to an inanimate object.

The Ramshackle Prefect leaves to go to RSA for a month, following a lead that could get them back home. And while the dorm leaders do miss them terribly, it seems one of them is hiding something.

. .

“AZUL-SHI DO SOMETHING.”

The Octavinelle dorm leader barely listened to his friend's request as he also crowded over Idia’s phone, the other five dorm leaders looking down at the screen as a pair of familiar eyes stared back at them.

“Where is Idia? Can you please hand me back to him?”

Riddle blinked at the sprite on the screen before looking back at Idia with a frown.

“Explain yourself, Shroud.”

Idia whimpered as he hung his head low in shame.

“[Y/N]-san...I mean...the Prefect left to go to RSA for a whole month, right? Crowley said it was to help them find a way back home but apparently there was some trouble there too and...and he brought them to fix it...”

Malleus’s neutral expression changes into something a bit sadder while Kalim lets out what everybody was thinking.

“To take them away so suddenly...I didn’t even get a chance to give them a goodbye party!”

“They’re only away for a month, Kalim.” Vil’s eyes stay on Idia’s phone screen.

“But I’m sure a party would have let them know how much I would miss them!”

Riddle clears his throat, “That still doesn’t explain anything about what I am seeing. Why in the world do you have something that looks like...that looks so much like them on your phone!”

Idia was sure this was hell. Of all the people to catch him using his phone during a dorm leader meeting, why did it have to be Riddle? What was he even supposed to answer to that question! That he missed talking to [Y/N]-san about the new animes that were releasing this week that he had purposefully made an AI from data Ortho had collected on them and their mannerisms?

He would rather die!

“I--I was testing a new AI! Just...for schedules and stuff like that! And I didn’t have anything else to base it on so I just took [Y/N]-san’s information and made a prototype! It’s not just going to go out to the public like that! They can customize it however they like--!”

Azul hums as he taps the screen, the sprite giggling as he touches their cheek before looking up at all of them expectantly.

“...A prototype, huh.” he smiles and leans back while taking his phone out, “Everybody stop crowding around him, we might as well be breaking his arm slowly at this point.”

The rest of the dorm leader's move back with only some protest, Idia’s eyes shining as he looks up at his other friend.

“Azul-shi…”

The dorm leader of Octavinelle grins, “If it’s a prototype then that means it needs users, correct? More people to test it out?”

“Eh?”

Azul puts his phone in front of Idia and smiles at him like he was just about to close a rather important business transaction.

“Well then I want the prototype as well. Download it to my phone, will you?”

“Eh?!”

Idia presses his phone to his chest as if Azul was about to take it, looking around nervously as the other dorm leaders take their phones out and set it in front of him.

“If it’s an application for scheduling then I could use it to keep Heartslabyul’s matters in check. I’ll take one too.”

“Ruggie is gonna be busy during exams...this thing better work as an alarm.”

“Surely this would help me keep track of my schedule for both the Monstro Lounge and school. I’ll take one with a statistics program built in, Idia”

“Oh!! I want mine to be able to sing! And can I also get them in Scarabia’s dorm uniform? I want to see what [Y/N]-san would look like!’

“I’ll take that as well. I also want a photo re-touch feature as well as one hour updates as to what is going on in my Magicam account.”

Each phone was placed in front of him as Idia felt his head start to spin. He just wanted to keep this thing a secret only for himself! He wasn’t even planning to release it, it was all just a lie so they wouldn’t know his greatest shame!

A shadow was casted over him, Idia looking up slowly as Malleus smiled and placed his phone down.

“I am eager to see your finished product, Shroud.”

The tarts in front of him looked absolutely delicious.

Trey had really outdone himself this time. The strawberries were cut into perfectly neat shapes and the glaze over them made them so mouth wateringly shiny that he could practically taste the sweet treat without even having to taste it!

Which only made his want of one grow even more.

“And here comes the next batch.” Trey smiles as he puts down another plate in front of him, Riddle’s eyes now staring at that plate while his vice dorm leader cleans himself up.

“When did you say the Unbirthday party was going to be today?”

“A-At three o’clock sharp.”

Trey nods as he looks at the clock in the kitchen.

“Perfect. I promised to meet Jade to get some herbs he has been growing as well as letting him teach me how to make this one soup they had in the Monstro Lounge about a week ago.”

He grabs his phone and heads out, leaving Riddle with a quick goodbye and a promise that he would make it back as quick as possible.

Leaving him all alone with two plates filled with his favourite treat.

The dorm leader looks around once...then twice...checking if anybody was coming into the kitchen before going back to stare at the plates.

It wasn’t like he was going to grab one

The Unbirthday party today would be using pastries that Trey had made yesterday. It was the third of the month so the rules required a completely different pastry. The strawberry tarts were most likely for tomorrow.

So Riddle could wait. He was the Heartslabyul dorm leader after all so not only could he wait but he was required to wait! As the dorm leader he was to set an example and he couldn’t let himself be seduced so easily by just two plates of such yummy looking tarts--!

He quickly takes his phone out and looks down at the screen, face flushing as he tries to remember how Idia told him to open up the new app.

“[Y/N]-san…?”

A face peeks out from the corner of his phone, smiling as it recognizes his face and steps out while giving him a polite bow.

“Good morning, Riddle-san! What can I help you with?”

He can’t help a small rush of excitement at seeing the Prefect’s face after not seeing them for two weeks. Riddle would make an effort to stop and talk to them whenever they made their way to Heartslabyul that not seeing them for so long had almost thrown him off his schedule.

And...he missed the conversations he had with them.

As the dorm leader and a student in NRC he didn’t necessarily have time to go to any other events or take part in any of the shenanigans others would get up to, not that he necessarily wanted to, but it was entertaining when the Prefect talked about it with him.

It felt like they were letting him into their world.

So maybe this substitute would suffice...it was a scheduling app after all so it wasn’t like he was using it for pleasure only.

“Would you please repeat rule 56 of the Queen’s handbook?”

The AI clears their throat as a book animation appears before them.

“Rule number 56: On the third of April, black tea should be served along with pineapple tarts. Followed by a game of cards in which the loser must pour the Queen tea for the rest of the Unbirthday party.”

Riddle sighs as he looks back at the plate of tarts.

“...I guess I’ll wait until tomorrow…”

“Wait until what?”

He looks down at the AI, the sprite blinking in confusion as it waits for an answer. Idia had mentioned adding a conversational feature…

“There is no rule about what to eat tomorrow so I decided that we would have strawberry tarts.”

“Are those your favourite?”

Riddle nods and steps out of the kitchen, making his way to his room as he stared back at the open door.

“They are. Ever since I was little. I couldn’t have many because of--”

He decides to not go deep into the subject.

“I’m sure Trey’s pineapple tarts will be excellent. I will just have to wait until tomorrow to enjoy the strawberry ones.”

The AI hums before the book animation pops up again, looking down and flipping a couple of pages before speaking up.

“Riddle-san. While it does say that black tea should be served with pineapple tarts...it does state that it should be done for the Unbirthday party and the Unbirthday party only.”

He frowns, “Your point?”

“I am sure no rule would be broken if only the Queen has a tea party before the Unbirthday party. From what I am seeing here--”

They flip a couple more pages.

“There is no rule about a tea party of one enjoying a strawberry tart.”

Riddle blinks before looking down at his phone, the sprite smiling as they shut the small book and lets it disappear with a ‘poof.’

No rule would be broken...if it was only a tea part of one?

He looks down at the AI when he hears them giggle.

“Riddle-san looks really happy.”

A blush covers his face at being called out on how big his smile probably was.

“Did I help in any way?”

The dorm leader takes a deep breath before smiling as he looks down at the phone and presses his fingertip on top of their head, rubbing it back and forth as if they were petting them. Something he knew he could never really do with them in real life lest he was looking to get odd looks.

“More than enough. Would you like to accompany me during this tea party?”

“Yes please!”

Riddle nods before looking around once more and clearing his throat.

“And...would you refer to me as ‘dorm leader’ from now on?”

The sprite nods as they give him a polite bow.

“Yes, dorm leader!”

He would need to send his report of the app as quickly as possible, Idia had really outdone himself this time...maybe he could ask if he could get them dressed up in the Heartslabyul uniform?

Riddle still wished you would hurry back.

“Leona-san! Please wake up!”

The blankets on the bed wriggled a bit as the phone was tousled over from one side of the bed to the other, the sprite inside frowning as they tried again.

“Leona-san! Please wake up! Ruggie-san texted you!”

A hand comes out of the blankets before holding the phone up.

“Read the text out loud then.”

Sighing, the AI pulls the text up and reads out loud.

“Please be awake by the time I get there, Leona. I need to make sure I get your signature on these papers for the dorm budget. If you don’t I’ll hold your lunch captive!”

Leona’s face finally pops up from under the blanket, the man sitting up and running a hand through his hair as he speaks up again.

‘Oi. What time is it?”

“It is 3:14 in the afternoon, Leona-san.”

“And when did Ruggie send the text?”

“At 3:00 o'clock.”

He groans and lays back down, the pillows flying about as he holds the phone to his face and smiling when he sees the sprite looking down at him worriedly.

“You really do look like them…” Leona whispers before tapping the screen so that he is poking the sprite’s cheek, “What is that face for?”

“I’m just worried for you, Leona-san. Too much sleep is a symptom of some sicknesses so--”

“Hah? You think I would get sick so easily?” he yawns and stretches, “I’m different from humans. Beastmen need a lot more sleep than regular humans do so...I’m just doing what my body tells me.”

Green eyes watch a notepad appear before the AI as they write down the information, smiling as they close it up and watch it disappear.

“I’ll keep that information in mind so I can serve Leona-san better. Thank you so much.”

Leona blinks at the words before a lazy smile crosses his face.

“Serve me better, huh? Never thought I would hear you say that.”

Usually the herbivore would be frowning and telling him to get up and actually take charge of his dorm and how he didn’t act like any grown up they knew. The sprite, however, tilts their head in confusion before speaking up once again.

“I am yours, after all.”

“Damn right you are.”

He looked at the phone a bit more, the sprite smiling up at him as he poked their cheek or patted their head. A part of him wondered if you would react like that with him as well. You always seemed so annoyed with his antics yet you never failed to come back to talk to him, telling him how he needs to get his act together if he is ever planning to go back to the Afterglow.

Leona would bet money that if he patted your head out of nowhere you would be highly flustered. Getting praise from him was something that didn’t happen often, after all.

“What day is it?”

“The 12th day of April, Leona-san.”

Another two weeks of you being gone. He frowns and closes his eyes as he thinks about you meeting those other students. RSA was just full of idiots...like his brother--

“Dammit.”

He slams the phone down but blinks when he hears a small yelp, turning the phone back around to find the AI looking rather frazzled with their eyes closed and hair all over the place.

“Shit. Are you....okay?”

Great, he was asking an application if it was okay. He could understand why Idia would hide this, right now he felt like he was crazy.

“Y--Yes! It was just unexpected!”

The sprite fixed itself up quickly and smiled back at Leona.

“Are you okay though, Leona-san?”

The dorm leader chuckled and nodded as they set the phone down gently and laid down next to it. At least that part was very much like you, worrying about others before focusing on yourself.

“You’re not going to complain? I almost just threw you.”

Without missing a beat, the AI stands up and looks at him.

“Leona-san is still working hard despite his body telling him to sleep. My program tells me that it would be a natural emotion to feel frustrated if you are not allowed to do something you want. Normal actions of frustration speak of physical manifestations such as kicking, punching or throwing. I was simply calculating it for it to be the latter and for it to happen towards a pillow. I’ll make sure to fix my calculations next time.”

He shakes his head and sets the phone down gently.

“Weird thing. You shouldn’t forgive someone so easily after they wronged you.”

“But you didn’t wrong me, Leona-san. I didn’t feel any pain. I just want to make sure you are feeling your best! You are my number one priority!”

This machine is going to make him go insane, he knows you would never say that but the fact that Idia had gotten your voice down so well that it was almost as if you had just told him he was your number one---

He was already getting a headache.

“Set an alarm for an hour. Ruggie will take around that long anyway.” Leona lays down and wraps the blankets around him.

“Of course. Alarm set for one hour. Would you like to be woken up with a personalized message?”

Leona hummed before grinning.

“Wake me up by calling me ‘King’.”

The sprite fixes its settings before giving a polite bow.

“Yes, my King. Please enjoy your rest.”

After this he would send his report to Shroud and maybe ask for an outfit upgrade. He only needed to show him some Afterglow clothes and the nerd would probably be able to make the AI wear them, right?

Whatever, the moment you came back Leona would make sure that you gave him some headpats for making him wait so long.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst imagines #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #riddle x reader #leona x reader #twst mc #//yeah this is extremely self indulgent...BUT I HAVE An ALEXA NOW AND I FEEL FANCY

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moriarty the patriot headcannons pt. 1

| requested by anon: Can you write about all male characters in moriarty has a same look of their children and hpw many children they want? |

william x reader; louis x reader; albert x reader; sebastian x reader; fred x reader

word count: 2397

pt. 2: 221b boys

a/n: I DONT KNOW WHY I DIDNT WRITE THIS EARLIER IM SO SORRY THIS REQUEST HAS LITERALLY BEEN IN MY INBOX FOR SO LONG I AM SO SORRY I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS

william: 487 words

with his whole plan to clean the world of the filthy nobles, william never really stopped to think about having children

well, until he met you

you both were in town one day and he saw you fondly watching a child speak with her mother

“i think two children would be nice”

“i didn’t even ask”

“i know, but the look you gave that mother was telling enough”

n e ways he is a simp and he did eventually give you what you wanted

fast forward a few years, you have two children: a boy and a girl

and they look exactly like their father

like,, it lowkey pains you how much they physically take after their father

you wanted to be like “oh they have your personality, but they look just like me!”

granted, your son took after you in an emotional sense but your daughter was a daddy’s girl through and through

like she looks like him, she acts like him, speaks like him, she even EATS like him

ok but the men w your children

fred is a freaking sweetheart ok

like he’ll watch over the kids when no one has the time and they love him too so they’ll help out in the garden which you are SO thankful for

tbh they only like uncle albert bc he brings them lil trinkets from when he gets back from london LMAO

louis doesn’t show it, but he absolutely adores your children and makes extra snacks for them at tea time

you caught onto this at one point bc for some REASON your kids would not stop bouncing off of the walls before bed and they told you uncle louis gave them chocolate

and sebastian loves messing w your kids bc,,, sebastian

but he accidentally made your son cry ONCE and he was at the mercy of every adult in the moriarty estate including the boy’s younger sister

needless to say, he watched his actions and words around your children after that

now, william

i’m just gonna say this straight out: most of the men never really thought about having kids (save john and albert)

but when you finally had kids, william had a different outlook on life

like fr,, this man works overtime now trying to get rid of the filth that is called nobles

he doesn’t want his kids to be raised in a world where just because you have more money than another means you get to look down on them

you still instill in them those good morals ofc

he also tries to be very present in their lives since he and his brother were raised as orphans

when he was younger, he didn’t mind it all much

but now that he had this small family and a brighter future, he did everything in his power to make sure they’re happy and grow up in a cleaner and kinder world

louis: 320 words

it took you a week to get him to at LEAST humor you

“if you could, how many kids do you want?”

“none”

like, this guy is so dedicated to his brother and his cause it is a WONDER you somehow wormed your way into his heart

but you did and honestly, the brothers are actually very happy that you’re with them

william especially

louis rarely emotes but when you came into their lives, you got louis pissed at one point and everyone was like,,,, wtf?? he has emotions???

anyways, his answer is one kid LMAO

and when you get that one kid, he looks just like louis

yall already KNOW that he’s ready to die for that child as soon as louis holds him in his arms

the only kid sebastian wouldnt even try to mess with

he can deal with william’s albert’s or fred��s kids but louis lowkey intimidates him so he’s as nice as he can be

that being said, louis teaches his kid how to properly handle stuff around the house

you want to cry bc ur son is just so??? the little kid just loves helping out no matter how small the task and he’s just so cute it hurts

even sebastian’s kinda like,, “aight he’s the only kid i will tolerate”

louis grew up with only his brothers so he also wants to give his son a shot at a normal family

is actually aware at how he thinks he’s indispensable for william’s cause and he doesn’t want his son to end up like him

he also teaches his son some badass fighting moves

oh and louis smiles a lot more too

cried bc his son saw the scar he got on his cheek, rubbed some dirt on his lil face and said “i have daddy’s cool scar now”

all in all his son is the best thing to happen to all of you

albert: 505 words

same as louis in the fact that it takes him a week to answer

“you know you haven’t even answered my question”

“i’m sorry, what did you say?”

“how many kids do you want?”

genuinely takes time to ponder that question

he hadn’t thought of that since his family adopted william and louis

but with you?

“i think two darling girls who take after their mother is enough for me”

pls he’d be so sweet 🥺🥺🥺

you two end up having a girl and a boy, who look just like their father

and tbh, you’re not even mad

you love them so much so when albert comes back north, the three of you are ecstatic

the happiness was short lived for albert tho

he found his son spending time with william and there’s nothing bad right????

“where’s your sister?”

“she’s with mr. moran”

his heart DROPPED

out of all the people in the manor

HIM

he sees the two running around the garden

it all happened as soon as albert’s daughter went up to sebastian and said “you’re very pretty! you’re my knight now!”

he decided to “adopt” the little girl and now he’s lowkey whipped

you found albert staring at sebastian playing with his daughter and updated him about everything going on

“but him??”

“he’s just a big softie for her let it go”

isn’t really surprised when he finds out they can fight a little

actually glad that they can hold their own, God forbid anything happens to them

otherwise mi6 has to deal w family matters lmao

“albert, she only tripped”

“you shouldve seen the fear in her eyes as she fell”

“IT WAS A STRAY COBBLESTONE”

would raise hell if anyone even THOUGHT ill of his kids

william and louis are the doting uncles

william more so than louis bc your kids have never seen louis smile

now they’re on a mission to make uncle louis smile

louis was on child duty one day and they managed to slip away

omyGOD he was stressed but also,, extremely worried

so when he found them he had the most genuine smile on his face

your daughter was like (・∀・)

she loves uncle louis

ofc your son adores his dad like,,, who else wouldn't feel awesome at the age of 10 if you found out your dad was a high ranking general

feels superior to sebastian bc of his dad

lmao this 4’5 kid thinks he can rule sebastian for some odd reason

the house is always dirty bc him and sebastian always prank each other

your daughter is trying to catch a butterfly but she can’t so fred helps

instantly loves fred

“is that what heartbreak is”

“i guess that’s what happens when you try to get close to my kids colonel”

albert is kind of afraid of turning into his dad but he has you and everyone else to remind him that: no you are not your father, you are so much better than him

loves your family with his entire being

sebastian: 844 words

“i see you looking at those kids and the answer is none”

lmao you’ll get so pouty around him bc you want kids dammit

that and he spoils you to no end so that's why you’re pouty lol

“fine we’ll only do one kid and bc one kid is all i can tolerate”

bruh

this man gives you three in four years LMFAO

two boys a year apart and a girl in the fourth year

you wanted to smack sebastian

when the two boys grew up, it was obvious they were already taking after their father in the physical sense

it was terrifying

they genuinely look like mini sebastians and you know everyone in the manor is afraid that you two birthed satan

and the satan was your eldest one

he’s just a feral sebastian moran in a tiny body

your second son, god bless him, looked just like his father but with fred’s temperament

and see, you were fine with your sons looking like their father

it was FINE right

you prayed to God that your third child would have at least some physical resemblance to you

your daughter was birthed, she grew up

and you cried

“HOW DO THEY ALL LOOK LIKE YOU”

“i’ve got some strong genetics, baby”

you sulk for a lil bit

but you accept it anyway because you love your goddamn kids

thankfully, your second and youngest child are both soft spoken and it's only your husband and his tiny clone bringing hell to earth

smacking sebastian bc all of your children suddenly started swearing up a storm at each other

“WHYD YOU HIT ME”

“YOURE THE ONLY ONE WHO SWEARS AROUND THE KIDS”

finally sitting down and trying to convince them to stop swearing

“father does it!”

“your father’s stupid”

speaking of your daughter

she’s his little princess and no he will not take criticism

spoils her more than he spoils you

did she glance at a toy at a passing store?

he buys more toys than he should from said store

you have to physically hide some of his money bc there is only so much you can buy

and her older brothers are so caring you want to sob

if a person accidentally shoved her over bc she was tiny and they couldn’t see her

oh boy

get ready to restrain them like chihuahuas

“little sister will be protected at all costs”

since his second son is so different from him, sebastian actively makes time to talk about what the little boy is doing and what he’s getting from it

doesn’t want to be pushy and suffocating like his dad was so when his younger kid does want to be left alone to his devices, sebastian does so

but honestly loves that your second son is so literate

lddhsajdsfk what yall dont know is that they’re all in cahoots

kinda funny to see them all together bc they all take after their father so much it's like having three tiny sebastians go around town

anyways,,,, yall know the promised neverland right

you got ray, norman, and emma

granted one of them wasn’t as smart as ray but he definitely knew what stealth was

regular sibling rivalry was still a thing but if they could smell the pudding from the kitchen, they know they have to work together

sebastian caught his eldest smuggling biscuits into a small bag

he had half a mind to scold him

but then he ended up giving tips TO ALL HIS CHILDREN on how not to get caught next time—

bc of this they beg him to tell them some stories from afghanistan bc “there’s no way a man as old as dad knows this many stealth tactics”

louis is so fed up lmao

albert is in london most of the time so he just thanks the lord that he doesn’t have to deal w the propaganda that sebastian feeds his children about how “mr. albert is a bad man”

william is fine w it as long as they don’t trash the library

your younger ones love the library so they would cry at the thought of one of the books losing any of the pages

your second and your daughter are definitely the moriartys’ favorites

they don’t show it, but you just KNOW

your eldest could care less about that though

as long as you and his father still love him

and of course you both do

and fred is definitely your youngers favorite

they like to hang out in the garden

ok they still fight all the time though

just because your second child is soft spoken doesn't mean he’s afraid to throw hands

their sister likes to join in for the hell of it

but if someone wrongs any of the children

just because the younger ones are the moriartys’ favorite, doesn’t mean that they’re not gonna hunt someone down if they even think about trying to hurt the eldest too

yeah,,, good luck to them and their families

they got the entire moriarty estate coming after them

fred: 241 words

cmon yall are like,, young

but you did ask him bc you were curious if he thought about it

he wants one

and when yall do have the kid, you guys actually do have one kid and its a girl

since you both are young, you can immediately see a resemblance between her and her father

everyone who meets her would die for her

ABSOLUTE CUTIE

especially when she walks around the garden w her hand in her dad’s and he’s showing her all the plants and telling her how to take care of them

needless to say she grows up loving plants

any type of plant

the boys love giving her flowers or anything from bc she has the biggest smile every single time

no matter if it’s just a single rose or a rock

this was found out one time when sebastian gave her a rock bc everyone else had given her like,, two roses each

was afraid she was gonna cry

“thank you so much mr. moran! i will treasure this until i get old!”

she was like 4 at the time

and had the widest smile you’ve ever seen on her

guys u don’t understand she smiles a lot but this was like,, genuine happiness

but everyone was just,, i will destroy the world and myself if anything happens to her

fr it’s just sunshines and rainbows every single time she’s around

everyone just loves her ok

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