#ill explain the flowers here too

[mitschki]

various genshin men x sick!reader

incl: zhongli, itto, diluc

Zhongli

On a stormy evening— as the relentless rain thrummed against the panes of your quiet bedroom, you found yourself ensconced under layers and layers of warm blankets, grappling with the all-too-familiar discomfort of a seasonal cold. Your body radiated a gentle warmth, a contrast to the chill that the rain brought and you occasionally interrupted the room's silence with a sharp sneeze, followed by the soft sniffles.

The ambiance of the room was subdued, lit only by the flickering light of a single candle that cast dancing shadows upon the walls. Beside your bed, on a modest brown table stood an empty vase. The gold curtains that your boyfriend Zhongli had chosen—a gift that brought warmth to your heart as much as it did to your home were drawn closed, shielding you from the gray unforgiving skies.

You had mentioned to Zhongli a few days ago that you weren't feeling too good and without hesitation, he insisted on taking care of you at your home. True to his word, Zhongli had been nothing short of attentive, spoiling you with comforting meals and gracing your space with fresh flowers daily. He even shared that he had personally collected the herbs for the tea he brewed, ensuring its freshness and potency.

Although you were initially reluctant to impose upon him, his persistence knew no bounds. He firmly believed in prioritizing your well-being, refusing to accept any objections when it came to your health.

"zhonglii...! i need you!" you called out, the sound punctuated by another sneeze and followed by the sound of sniffles. You heard his footsteps approaching, a reassuring cadence growing closer. The door creaked open and there he stood, Zhongli’s tall and composed figure filling the doorway. In his hands, he carried the subtle floral scent of flowers and a steaming cup of jasmine tea, its soothing aroma wafting towards you.

He hummed a soft gentle tune as he took in your forlorn state. Moving with his usual grace, Zhongli approached your bedside, his presence a comforting balm to the dreariness of your illness as he set the tea down beside you on the table.

"apologies if I took long, I was making this tea for you," he said, his voice carrying a note of tenderness. Carefully he placed the flowers in the vase, their colors vivid against the dim light before pulling a chair up beside your bed. Sitting down as he held the cup of jasmine tea in his hands, offering it to you with a gentle gaze.

"what if i died and you weren't here to save me," a playful pout forming on your lips as zhongli raises his brow.

"Life and death follow the natural order, much like the daily journey of the sun," Zhongli frowns, "yet, the possibility of our separation even by death, is a heavy thought to bear."

"Should destiny ever divide our paths, have faith that I will seek you out once more. No obstacle, not even death, can prevent me from returning to your side." as zhongli leans in and plants a gentle peck on your forehead, observing a subtle blush spread across your face.

"ugh i can never joke around you.."

Itto

You were resting in Itto's quarters, wrapped in blankets. Itto had been vigilant ever since you told him you were sick, his usual bravado shifting to earnest worry. He'd insisted on keeping you close, with members of the Arataki Gang stationed outside just in case you needed anything while he was away. Now, you were sitting on his bed with Itto beside you, holding a bowl of soup. He carefully spooned the soup into your mouth, his eyes fixed on your face, eager to see your reaction.

"itto.. darling, did you perhaps.. make this soup?" you ask, noticing the unusual flavor.

He hesitated for a moment then pouted defensively, "I tried alright! It’d be too risky to feed you something from outside! What if it worsens your condition or something!" he exclaimed, his concern evident in his furrowed brow, “Besides... I tried to put as many healing herbs in there as possible, which explains the erm... the taste! But... it is made with love!"

You manage a weak smile, appreciating his efforts despite the questionable culinary result, "thank you.. itto."

Itto's frown deepens as he notices how frail you sound. He sets the bowl aside and gently brushes your hair back from your forehead, checking if you feel feverish, "alright, that's it! time to kick this sickness outta here," he declares with renewed vigor.

He stands up briskly, "stay right here, I'm gonna get you something that'll definitely help!" Itto rushes out of the room, leaving instructions with his gang members milling outside. Moments later, he returns with a small box of hand-picked herbs from a trusted herbalist.

"Okay, these are supposed to be super effective. We’re gonna brew a mighty potion that’ll have you up and running in no time!"

While the herbs are being prepared into a more potent remedy, Itto keeps you entertained with tales of his duels and misadventures, each story more boisterous than the last. His endless energy and heartfelt care do more than any soup could, providing warmth and reassurance. Itto remains by your side, proving that his dedication in times of need is as formidable as his strength in battle.

Diluc

You had informed Diluc that you were feeling unwell and he suggested that you stay at his winery for the time being. The maids frequently attended to your needs and Diluc was often by your side when his responsibilities allowed. Whenever he was occupied, he made sure to send you letters, ensuring you felt cared for. Additionally, he often spent the nights watching over you, offering comfort and security during your recovery.

You were currently in his room, engrossed in a newspaper that had captured your interest.

Diluc’s expression tightens slightly upon entering the room and seeing you amused by the newspaper article—a mix of disapproval and amusement barely peeking through his stern exterior. He’s not one for rumors or frivolity, especially when it concerns his personal life or business.

"Diluc, Mondstadt's winery owner or a secret head priest?" you stifle your laughter as you read aloud.

"You shouldn't be reading that," he admonishes gently, his voice low and somewhat weary, "you need to rest, not entertain gossip."

He sits down beside you, his movements precise and deliberate. Diluc reaches out to carefully tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his touch light but filled with concern. His hand then lingers at your forehead, checking for fever. He seems relieved to find your condition unchanged or perhaps slightly better.

"Oh but it is interesting," you challenge with a playful grin, trying to lighten his mood and draw him out of his shell.

Diluc can’t help but let a small, almost imperceptible smile cross his lips before he regains his composure, "I suppose if it amuses you, it can’t be all bad," he concedes, his voice softening, "But let's not take every word to heart."

"If you're feeling up to it, perhaps a short story instead?" he suggests.

"if its interesting than the one i am reading then sure," you chuckle, watching as he gently takes your hand and brings it close to his face, softly kissing your knuckles.

"you'll enjoy it," he responds with a subtle smile, "it's about us."

sort of tried experimenting on this onee (^_^*).. dk who to write lately

#genshin morax #genshin impact #genshin #fluff #genshin fluff #zhongli #genshin zhongli #arattaki itto #diluc x reader #diluc #zhongli x reader #itto x reader #genshin x reader

[crushedsweets]

Can you draw or talk more about Toby and Eyeless Jack or even the X-Virus?

YESSSS i can. heres a lil doodle to get me started.

OKKKK the little concept in my head has slender's MAIN GOAL being to prevent any paranormal/supernatural stuff coming out to the general public. hence his proxies being made to get rid of tapes, evidence, and kill if Necessary. sometimes slender makes paranormal/supernatural ppl help out his human proxies "as payment for refuge" in his forest. SO that sorta explains how toby and jack know each other and why jack helps at all. he can't rlly go out to the public so he's stuck with these assholes. it's not really supposed to be a 'mansion' trope, moreso random cabins and shelters littered about the forest, but it could work in the mansion au too

Imma ramble abt toby n jacks friendship (in my head) under the cut + a random x virus doodle

as for toby and jack specifically. toby is impulsive, aggressive, can't feel pain, and doesn't know what's good for him, so he's forced to get help from jack a good bit. for a long while there was hella tension between them since, again, jack isn't helping these guys out of the goodness of his heart. he's helping them bc the forest their boss resides in is the only place he's relatively safe. jack has a weird mix of a inferiority and superiority complex, since he envies toby's humanity but also feels like he's 'better' due to toby's own . . violent habits. toby thinks jack is pretty cool from the get-go ('wooow ur grey..') but he gets pissed off with jack's questions and demands of 'DONT RIP UR FUCKING STITCHES' and 'u have a concussion don't fucking scroll on your phone for 5 hours a day'.

toby has no idea if these demands come from actual concern or annoyance, and frankly, neither does jack. regardless, toby's with jack a decent bit. partially since jack makes a lot of people really uncomfortable so it's easy to go hang out with jack when he doesnt wanna deal with anyone else but still wants company. eventually theyre capable of some decent banter and conversations. theyre both mamas boys so thats a very weird touchy topic that they kinda dance around but both feel very deeply and know the other relates. THEY MISS THEIR MOMS SO BADLY.. :( mayhaps one year toby helps drop off flowers to jack's moms house for mothers day. jacks way too ashamed to even get within a 10 mile radius of his mom. that's kinda the moment things really shift between them and they actually become friends.

toby also asks abt university. lyra was at community college until she passed, and toby never considered college as an option, so he gets curious on what he missed out on. he also likes to share stuff abt lyra and their old shenanigans. tim and brian have used his childhood against him multiple times before, and it's not like he's gonna trust ben or jeff with that information. jacks sort of like a void he could talk into. jack feels uneasy talking about his life before the sacrifice, since he misses it so unbelievably bad, but toby accidentally got him to talk about it while treating a burn before.

ok and to top this fucking essay off heres xvirus. i had no idea he existed until this year and someone sent me an ask about his updated design, so he's some scribbles for him :9 his concepts super cool tho so maybe ill get more into him later on

#THEYRE BEST FRIENDS UR HONOR... #but seriously thank u for the ask #i love getting to ramble. im still working on the confidence to just post headcanons unprompted LOL #ok i gotta go to class now byyeeeeeeee #eyeless jack #ticci toby #ticcijack #eyeless jack headcanon #ticci toby headcanon #creepypasta #creepypasta art #creepypasta headcanon #xvirus #toby rogers #jack nyras #sweetart #chatterbox #creeped

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

“We're all Mad here."

This is the first of a 7-part headcanon series for the Rollo at the Writing Desk blog event; the theme is basically "Rollo pays a visit to each of the dorms, and then chaos ensues". He'll have a chance to reconnect with old enemies friends from Glorious Masquerade, as well as meet new deplorable mages people! First up, an oldie but a goodie... Heartslabyul! (This one is extremely long because there are so many characters to account for 🤡)

A Big Heartslabyul Welcome to Rollo!

His nose is assaulted with the overpowering aroma of roses as soon as he steps foot into the garden. In his hand is an invitation to Heartslabyul: it's the 5th of the month, and therefore, they will be holding a tea party as per the rules of the Queen of Hearts. The guest of honor? Him: Rollo Flamme.

He's immediately flanked by two lines of Heartslabyul students in dorm uniforms, their faces painted with a card suit and trumpets in hand. The brass instruments sound loudly as he passes.

The dorm has gone out of its way to prepare for this occasion: they've strung up lots of flags and lanterns, brought out their best tablecloths and fanciest silverware. The roses are both red and white today too--the colors together, signaling the arrival of a new acquaintance.

Rollo grimaces at the fanfare, the colorful decorations strung up, the sickeningly sweet smells wafting over. It's an ill reminder of Topsy-Turvy Day back home, how all the locals delight in the sin called magic.

Waiting for Rollo deep in the rose garden is the dorm leader and his second-in-command to greet him. Riddle offers a small, polite smile and extends a hand. "Rollo-senpai." (His thinking is, "Rollo-senpai is the headmaster's esteemed guest. Regardless of what happened in the past, we must maintain decorum for the duration of his stay.") Trey nods and gives a slight tip his hat.

Rollo meets them with a stiff smile of his own. His grasp on Riddle’s hand is impersonal, cold. “Riddle-kun and company. I am humbled to be invited to participate in your dormitory’s time-honored traditions.” (It’s a lie, but no one needs to know.)

The celebration begins! Rollo is allowed to sit near the head of the table, and he’s presented with a generous selection of familiar foods: croissants, madeleines, mousses, choux pastries, macarons, tarte tarin… even accursed savarin, the cake he considered the least appetizing.

“I did some research on the City of Flowers,” Trey casually explains. “I heard that’s where you’re from, so I wanted to give you a taste of home away from home.” (And in spite of how much he loathes mages, even Rollo is impressed. “Hmm, most astute. I must say, I commend your diligence.”)

Deuce offers to help Trey serve the guests. He's clumsy as he goes about pouring tea and passing out treats, but he's trying his best! When Deuce gets to Rollo, he attempts to bow in reverence--but ends up smacking his head into Rollo's chin and spilling tea all over him instead!

... Needless to say, Rollo is NOT happy about it, especially not when Riddle intervenes with magic to clean him up against his wishes. Deuce apologizes profusely to him for the rest of the day.

With the abundance of sweets, poor Cater's suffering out here. He makes whatever excuses he can to shove off his desserts onto Rollo, gushing about how "We gotta spoil our guest with Heartslabyul hospitality! Go on, have some of Cay-kun's cakes!"

Riddle offers Rollo a strawberry tart as a sort of... peace offering? Rollo accepts it, but he takes only a small sliver from the whole tart and nibbles on that like a starving man might ration his last loaf of bread. It raises eyebrows, but Riddle wisely chooses to not comment. It doesn't go unnoticed by Rollo, who simply replies, "Everything in moderation."

There's some tension amongst the group, on account of what went down in the City of Flowers having been told to a few select dorm members. Ace in particular is eyeing Rollo suspiciously while he munched on a slice of cherry pie.

"This dorm can barely handle one anger-prone arsonist," he had told Deuce prior to the party, "now we're supposed to deal with TWO? You might as well just set the whole garden on fire to save us some time." (But to Ace's surprise, Deuce actually defended Rollo. "He deserves a chance to redeem himself! If I'm aiming to go from delinquent to honor student, then I should have the same faith in others to change too!")

Whenever Rollo has his back to the first years, Ace makes faces at him or mimics the uptight way Rollo sits—back straight, fingers laced, expression neutral yet stern. When Rollo looks back, Ace returns to acting like everything is totally normal.

Shockingly, it’s Rollo that makes the first faux paus of the afternoon. After the incident with Deuce, he requests coffee in lieu of tea, which earns audible gasps from around the garden. Rollo stares at all the mobs gawking at him as though he has committed a heinous crime. Riddle looks like he's going to strangle a cat. “… Have I said something out of turn?”

Trey intervenes with a fresh cup of tea and tells everyone to relax, whispering to Rollo that coffee is only for birthdays. Really, Trey ends up playing mediator for the entire party.

It's then that Rollo learns that there exists a set of rules penned by the Queen of Hearts herself. Riddle proudly declares that he knows all 810 of them by heart (and that he expects all of his dorm members to do the same to honor the Queen's spirit of strictness). "Oh? And just what might these rules be?" Rollo asks.

Riddle's more than happy to oblige with a looong lecture about the 810 rules. He starts a pop quiz on the spot to test Rollo, and, to everyone's shock, he answers each and every one of them correctly. "I guess you're not student council president of Noble Bell College for nothing," Riddle mutters. "You have an impressive memory." (In truth, Rollo only made an effort to perform well out of sheer spite.)

Cater mentions that he thinks Riddle and Rollo are a lot alike. This riles them both up, and they simultaneously shout, “In what way am I like him?!” (“Ooh, you even share the same thoughts. That’s big twin energy,” Cater laughs.)

While talking over tea, Cater learns that Rollo writes letters instead of using social media. "Eeeeh, there are people that live in this day and age without a Magicam account?! How do you survive..." Cater proceeds to spend the rest of the party chatting him up and trying to convince him to make an account so he can keep in touch (terrible, really--Cater is exactly the type of noisy, frivolous person Rollo detests), all the while Rollo tries his best to dodge questions.

The meal is finished without further (major) incidents--but roughly 15 minutes in, Riddle claps his hands and announces that everyone must leave the table, as per rule 271. Rollo starts to excuse himself, Trey lays a hand on his shoulder and beams. "We need one more player for croquet."

And so Rollo is dragged into playing a round with the Heartslabyul boys. He's told the rules and handed a red flamingo and hedgehog (both of which stare at him dubiously as he handles them as though they're diseased).

On his first turn, Rollo struggles to get his mallet and ball to behave! The flamingo keeps twisting its neck instead of staying straight for his shot, and the hedgehog keeps scampering away!! "Strange, they usually behave so well," Riddle notes. ("They must not like the cartoon supervillain vibes he's giving off," Ace grumbles in the background. "A-Ace! You can't just say that!" Deuce protests. "What if he hears?!")

His hedgehog sneezes when he at last punts it, which brings the game to a screeching halt as all the card soldiers burst out into song. (Rule 304, Rollo lamented. Why can't they be silent like unrung bells?! His blood pressure is rising, his ears ringing. He tries to focus on the match to distract himself.)

Over time, Rollo becomes more accustomed with how to get a control of his mallet and ball--he's back in the game! (It's not that he's particularly competitive, but he absolutely refuses to be outdone by these haughty NRC mages... especially not Riddle, who's smirking at him so smugly!)

Unfortunately for Rollo, he can't beat Riddle despite his best efforts--though he does manage to snag second place, pulling a little ahead of Trey. There's polite clapping from the other players to congratulate them (though a few look worried).

As Rollo is returning his equipment, a horrible realization dawns on him: rule 703: Whoever comes in 2nd place during a croquet match must serve tea to the Queen the next day. He slowly turns to Riddle, whose arms are folded expectantly. "I eagerly await my tea," the redhead tells him.

Rollo feels faint. He dabs at his forehead with his handkerchief in a vain attempt to dispel some of his dread. (It doesn't help one bit.)

Before he's able to leave, Cater pulls in him by the arm, his phone at the ready. "We should totes take a group selfie to commemorate the occasion~ Since you don't have a Magicam account, I'll print up a copy for you to pick up when you drop by tomorrow!"

Rollo doesn't have the chance to protest before Heartslabyul members crowd around him, squeezing in for the photo. It's hard for him to breathe, trapped between all these writhing bodies and surrounded by boisterous laughter.

He catches the eye of Riddle beside him and manages to choke out, "How you manage with this kind of madness every day, I'll never understand."

"It is mad, yes," Riddle says with a knowing smile, "and there are days when my dorm members drive me up the wall and leave me with no choice but to collar them in retaliation. Still... I think that's part of the fun. The chaos is ours to share. It's something I've never experienced in the small world I came from."

"Preposterous. There is no conceivable way anyone in their right mind would be endeared to this."

... Right?

Just as the tendril of doubt makes itself known… SNAP! The picture is taken, forever immortalizing the moment.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #Riddle Rosehearts #twisted wonderland headcanons #Rollo Flamme #disney twisted wonderland #Ace Trappola #Deuce Spade #Trey Clover #Cater Diamond #Rollo at the Writing Desk #Heartslabyul

[mxqdii]

can u write matt w/ gf who has depression bc of college? I'm literally living a nightmare rn and i need some fluff

a/n: if you ever need to talk my dms are open ml!! anyways hope you enjoy <33

take a break - m.s

pairings: matt sturniolo x reader

summary: reader is stressed cause of college and starts to break

warning(s): crying, stress, matt comfort

not proofread

getting into my dream college was the best and worst thing to ever happen to me

dont get me wrong, its great, and most people would kill to be where i am right now

but... i am mentally dying.

preparing for my SATs, going to work, hanging out with people,

its too much

not to mention, this week not only do i have to study but i have a big project due

its all just impossible

my phone rings and i get a bunch of looks, mumbling a few 'sorrys' as i leave the library

"hello?" i say, now in the hallway

"hi baby, are you okay?" my boyfriend, matt, asks

"oh hi matt! yeah, yeah im fine" i lie, feeling the tears brim my eyes at his question

"no you're not, talk to me, whats wrong?"

thats my breaking point

"i just- its too much matt, this is all too much, SATs, i have a project and- i just-" i try to get the words out, but fail, not making any sense

"hey, it's okay, listen to me, ill be there in 10 minutes okay? just go to your dorm and we'll figure it out okay baby?" he says and i sigh

"matt you dont have to-"

"im already on my way love" he says and i sigh

what did i do to deserve such an amazing boyfriend

i walk back to my dorm, wiping my tears as they fall

i unlock my door, seeing flowers and my favorite food laid out on the table

"hi baby" matt says, standing in front of me

"how- how?" i ask

"i've been here for an hour now, i was gonna surprise you later but you were upset so i thought it'd be better if you came now" he explains and my expression softens

"matt..." i say, walking up to hug him

"thank you, so much. i love you so much" i say as he rubs my back

"i love you more princess"

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@opheliaofficial07 @stargirlv0id @strnilolo @annaisabookworm @theperson-nextdoor @prettysturniolo @its-jennarose @gottamakemyhatersmad @luvsturniolo

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[rozugold]

Ok ramble time

Ok imagine you’re Tubbo. You just got your distant brother figure and your bestie off that damn mountain, though not in the most ideal way (I will make those comics eventuallyyy)

But that’s beside the point. You saved your best friend! You did something right for once! Except sike! your best friend hates you now, and you kind of hate him too (you let him know as much) then you guys stop talking. Which is fine, i mean, it’s not like he was your entire world.

You return to Snowchester! It’s a ghost town, obviously. There’s a memorial of you, decorated with fresh flowers and dusty knick knacks. The flowers are from Ranboo, he’s pretty sweet. He’s also been the one to upkeep your town while you were gone. You hang out with them a lot, they’re the only one who sticks around these days. They’re pretty sweet.

You try to go back to doing the things you did before you died. There’s those nukes you never finished making, so you work on them. And you work on them. And you work on them. And you get nothing done. Your brain feels scattered and far away, it’s impossible to focus. So you give it a break, you can afford to. It’s pretty safe these days with Dream gone, you know because you keep tabs on everyone on the server. There’s some strange things going on here and there but nothing too concerning. You hang out with Ranboo more.

Ah fuck, you two find a baby. It’s a piglin, infected but not fully zombified as it has enough thought to run up to you two for help. So you take it back to snowchester and give it potions to stop the infection. Ranboo is worried it won’t work, you tell him it probably won’t. But you reassure him that if it doesn’t, you’ll take it back to the nether to let it “live” out the rest of it’s days. (Do zombies live?) Ranboo spends the night in your attic with the piglin. He’s pretty sweet. Regardless you tell him to not keep his hopes up too high.

Next morning, it worked! You “dub thee Michael!” Ranboo is relieved. There’s a kid living in your house now.

There’s a kid living in his house now. The timeline becomes unclear at this point since I’m still figuring it out. But now that Michael is in the picture Tubbo starts getting worried. He realizes he has no way of protecting him. Maybe the syndicate come visit Snowchester and that shocks him into thinking about the nukes again. And so Tubbo starts throwing himself into projects again. And it starts getting ✨bad ✨

Honestly, It’s been really fun figuring out how Tubbo deteriorates because everything is so internal with him compared to Tommy. It’s obvious with Tommy, you could see him visibly fall apart (think his exile skins, he stops feeding himself, he doesn’t care when he takes damage) But with Tubbo it isn’t so obvious, atleast not right away. Sure his eye bags get darker and he stares off into space for a little too long. But he still looks put together. (Habitable maybe. Or a learned skill.)

Maybe he eventually gets the nukes working but they’re not as successful as he wanted them to be and that guts him. He takes it as another failure. What if he’s just cursed? Is everything he cares about forever doomed to feel like holding water in his hands? What is wrong with him?

I’m gonna share a song and explain this next part using its lyrics because I’m so ILL over it, it’s the most di!tubbo song ever. Throw on …Well, better than the alternative by Will Wood 👍

Tubbo’s feelings towards Michael is complicated… He absolutely loves him to death but he’s really apprehensive about being a dad. He has this fear that he’s going to somehow corrupt Michael and or fail to keep him safe. So he ends up becoming emotionally distant from him and at his worst he gives him up completely to Ranboo.

I think Ranboo and Tubbo get married as a joke at first. But Ranboo continues to love him so unconditionally and honestly and Tubbo catches a crush, which is absolute HELL for him at first sjdhdj. I imagine him being arospec so this crush is a completely new and surprising feeling and he doesn’t know how to handle it. So he doesn’t, and keeps playing it as a joke even as their relationship develops.

Also the repeat of “everybody’s up on everybody’s business” is very fitting for describing the server. There’s things to be developed here I just haven’t yet… I’m just thinking about the possibilities like the egg, the syndicate, las nevadas… hmmm

This song is begging to be made into an animatic because I can imagine Tubbo screaming at Tommy during this part. He was just trying to help the best way he could… yet things still end badly, and everyone ends up hurt… di!clingy oh di!clingy, they’re such a mess. A bitter, angry, grieving mess. Wait ok i wasn’t planning on writing grieving there but then my next thought was “who are they grieving?” EACH OTHER. THEY’RE GRIEVING EACH OTHER. o(-(

Ok that’s it. Phew that was a lot of writing. Here’s some drawings for your time

#distorted illusions #rozu thoughts #I’m so normal about my aus I swear

[wellthebardsdead]

I haven’t got the time to actually commit to making a custom follower mod.

But I’ve had an idea of a friendly Dremora or Xivilai follower. The player would meet him by an old shack and a stack of stones marking a grave. He’d be injured and cornered by a few vigilants of stendarr trying to banish him back to oblivion and failing, all the while wondering why he’s not attacking them or fighting back in anyway.

The player kills them and heals him. He explains he’s lived here for 200 some years with his high elf wife before she passed away. He can’t return to oblivion because he pledged his heart and soul to her and now spends his days tending to her decaying home and keeping her graveside company. He’ll ask if the player has need of him and if you say yes he’ll remark how his wife would want him to help others as he did her.

He’s very soft spoken despite his rough exterior and inherent nature and will tell the player about how he was made for the oblivion crisis and was taken in by his wife when he was severely injured. She taught him how to see his existence as more than just pain and bloodshed.

He likes flowers and would remark about what ones she’d grow to make medicine. Hed have a surprisingly witty and yet silly sense of humour too. Openly giggling as he remembers the stories of the whoopie cushion on molag bals throne incident.

Over all he’s very sweet until it comes time to charge into battle, that’s when he’d scream something like “ILL GUT YOU ALIVE!”

After which the player can tell him it was surprising to hear him scream so aggressively after seeing how gentle he truely is. To which hed reply something like “I’m a daedra made for war. I may have been out of commission for some 200 years, but I still know how to intimidate my enemies with a good battle cry. Im hardly going to run at them and yell ‘come give me a hug’… though, actually that might be scarier than openly threatening them.”

After said interaction he’d occasionally charge into battle screaming “COME GIVE ME A HUG!” To which one of the enemies would run away screaming in terror.

#skyrim #custom follower idea

[amywritesthings]

hey hey! hope u dont mind being asked 👉👈 would astarion and tav from better strategy enjoy valentine's day?

i have never done this before on my blog but it's been a minute since we've visited the better strategy so rather than headcanon -- i can write up a drabble for you?

Pairing: Cleric!Tav x Astarion (in The Better Strategy universe) Summary: Tav celebrates Valentine's Day. Astarion does not. And when Tav gives Astarion a gift, he's not convinced it's special. Or free. Tags: Set in Act 1, Valentine's shenanigans (idc if the holiday doesn't exist in this world because it does in mine!), fluff, Astarion's pov, explicit language Notes: 1K word count / dividers by @saradika-graphics

"Dearest, this is a dead flower."

Between his ivory index finger and thumb lay a beautiful red rose, shed of its thorns -- how Tav managed to find one in this deserted clearing full of spidery weeds and wilting mushrooms is a mystery the vampire may never solve.

Then again, that woman could find just about anything beautiful in a sea of rot and decay. The longer he's spent wandering the shores and hilly plains of the sunlit world, the more convinced Astarion becomes that she is not a cleric but a witch.

A witch that bewitches, truly, because if it were anyone else? Say... Shadowheart? Gale? This flower would have been tossed over his shoulder and left to the insects.

Not that Astarion is upset with receiving a flower from the Selune cleric -- the contrary, he would find this strangely endearing --

If he hadn't seen her give bloody Wyll and Karlach something just an hour or two ago when he'd appeared busy, nose in a book.

(He wasn't reading a fucking word.)

So much for that flutter of feeling special, like he's finally gotten somewhere with this woman in his not-so grand scheme.

"I don't need a participation weed," he adds in a sickeningly sweet voice as he holds the flower back to her. "If you plucked apart a bouquet to give to all of us so that we are more inclined to visit that Githyanki Creche you've yammered on about for the last few days, then I cannot--"

"It isn't!" Tav interrupts in a squeak, effectively quieting his dramatics. She holds her fists, one hand over the other, to her chest.

He can practically smell the eagerness rolling off of her in waves.

"It... well, it's a gift," she explains. "Not a bribe."

"A gift," he repeats.

"Yes. For Valentine's Day."

"Valentine's Day?" he repeats again, unconvinced.

The half-elf smiles small. "A small festivity my people celebrate. Typically met with gifts, particularly food. We're running out of rations, though, so I thought it ill of me to--"

"Gifts are meant to be special," Astarion interrupts with a clearing of his throat, narrowing his eyes.

"They are," Tav agrees softly, as if she sees nothing wrong with what she's done, and he scowls.

"So then how is it I am to find this flower special when I've watched you go about this camp offering gifts to everyone here?"

There.

He hopes she feels bad about it. Maybe he'll convince her that there are other things they can do if this holiday is so special -- something that requires merely stepping into his open tent, shutting the flap, and finally getting somewhere with this journey.

(He has yet to seal the deal, yet she provides him with gifts? Though they can't be that important -- everyone else received something from the young moon cleric, too.)

Yet Tav furrows her brow playfully, turning her chin over her shoulder. "You were watching me give gifts to others?"

As if he's been caught redhanded.

Wait.

"Well, yes -- I admit, there were other gifts." A-ha. Thwarted. "Admittedly they were quite disastrous. There's only so much I can find in the forest without something going awry. I found Karlach a ripe apple. Wyll, a quill I managed to dig off of a dead traveler."

Neither of those sound very lavish.

The vampire contorts his mouth in confusion.

"And what of Shadowheart? Gale? Lae'zel?"

"Gale... a frayed book from the goblin village," she continues. "Shadowheart, some bread, though she thought I poisoned it." The Selune versus Shar fight lives another day. "And... Lae'zel is tricky."

He knows Tav, at least enough to know that's polite-speak for Lae'zel wouldn't accept any gift that was not offered post-spar.

Which leaves... him.

With a rose.

A dead flower, yes, but it's beautiful and ripe.

"Why a flower?" Astarion asks, twirling it between his fingers. His voice is not as cutting as it was at the beginning of this conversation.

The vampire is simply curious.

He manages to glance up just in time to see how she squares her shoulders, chin lifted -- like she's embarrassed her explanation will leave him laughing in her face.

Yes, very curious.

"The color reminded me of you," Tav finally relinqushes, and Astarion cannot help but purse his lips.

"Red. Because of... blood." He tsks under his breath. "Darling, we must broad your horizons if your mere word associations arrive at colors--"

"And they're beautiful!" she adds in a rush.

The two stop for a moment to stare at one another -- Astarion, sat idly on his little cushioned chair, and Tav, holding her hands so tight to her chest she may lose circulation in her fingers.

"Roses can be quite dangerous if you don't handle them correctly. Delicately. Nicely. They're sought after by anyone who admires beauty, but no matter how many roses you see, they're always so... immaculate and breath-taking and beautiful. And so when I managed to find one that was live and well, I plucked it with my own knife and thought who better to give one to on this celebrated day than you."

Astarion can feel his throat tighten.

"And besides, roses are very sacred to the holiday, so I thought you should have it."

Sacred.

Breathtaking.

His crimson eyes study Tav's mortified face for a moment more, before tipping the petals towards his nose. The faint scent of the flower tickles his senses, and the vampire can't help but feel...

Gods, what is that feeling?

Appreciation?

No, something else. Something he doesn't quite have the word for yet.

"It is," he agrees slowly. "Beautiful."

Does Tav find him beautiful?

The cleric clears her throat and takes a step back. "If you wish to throw it away, then I will not protest. It is your gift, therefore you do as you wish with it."

When she turns on a heel to panic-run back to the fire, the vampire stands to his feet and disappears into his tent. With his back turned, he takes one more lingering inhale of the flower.

His gift.

Something he owns.

Something that is entirely his.

Beautiful.

(He'll find another way to thank her, some day.)

#astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion fluff #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fic #astarion fanfic #astarion fic #astarion fanfiction #baldurs gate 3 fanfiction #baldurs gate 3 fanfic #baldurs gate 3 fic #fic requests. #fic: the better strategy #amywritesthings

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

Just a thought I had with JJBA but here it is

Yandere Little Red Riding Hood JJBA AU

Bruno is the Hunter, Risotto or Diavolo who is the Big Bad Werewolf and Reader is little Red Riding Hood who’s off to take care of her sweet boyfriend Doppio, who came down with a fever? (It’s not a cold, he’s in heat)

I really, really love your JJBA Fantasy AUs (I always read them when I get that wonderful JJBA itch that needs to be scratched)

Aww thank you I'm so glad you love the aus.

But you tried making me choose who was gonna be the big bad wolf. And guess what?

I chose both.

I don't really know how to end this, maybe three separate endings? Rn I wanna see what you think (anon if you want a say send me a msg or another ask)

Out too late (yandere Doppio/Diavolo, Risotto and Bruno X female reader)

Warning: attempted noncon

You looked up at the evening sky to see the clouds that had drenched the earth in rain fade. You had waited all day for the rain to stop so you could make your way deep into the woods to your beloved Doppio's home.

He'd sent you a letter the other day. Writing about how he was ill and that it was not best you come til he was well again.

Yes, better judgment would agree but you could only imagine how horrible he felt stuck alone in that cottage by himself. So you had spent the morning preparing him food. Even if he refused to have you over that way you'd know he would have the food to help him recover.

So you put on your hood, grabbed the basket of food, and headed out the door. You didn't worry about the dimming sky as you knew the trail and the full moon would light your way home if you were out too late.

You followed the dirt path into the woods as you had many times before, however, you stopped as you noticed a beautiful patch of flowers just a little off the path. Surely Doppio would appreciate them you thought as you stepped into the tall grass and made your way to them.

You began to pick them until the snap of a twig caught your attention. You turned your head to see Bruno, the local hunter. You knew him fairly well but that wasn't hard in a village like the one you lived in.

“(Y/n) What brings you out in the woods this late?” He asked you with concern in his voice.

“I'm off to deliver some food to Doppio, he's been unwell for the past few days” you explained.

“Then you should make haste, the full moon brings the worst of creatures out at night” he warned.

“I'll be fine” you assured him as you stood back up and made your way back to the path.

“Wait!” He yelled as he ran towards you.

“What?” You asked.

“Here, take this. If anything happens don't hesitate to use it” he said as he pulled out a small hunting dagger.

“And stay on the path, I just laid the rabbit traps” he warned.

“Thank you but I doubt I'll need it,” you told him.

“Just take it, if anything were to happen to you I'd only have myself to blame,” he told you as he put the dagger in your hand.

“Alright,” you sighed.

“Thank you” he thanked you before you both left your separate ways

At this point, the orange sky was apparent even in the thick forest.

You put the dagger and flowers in the basket. And made a sprint down the path. It was getting darker a lot quicker than you anticipated.

You ran deeper and deeper into the forest. So caught up in the hurry you hadn't noticed the person in front of you until you crashed into them. The impact caused you to fall to the ground while they remained unfazed.

“I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there” you apologized to them as you looked into the back to make sure everything inside was fine. Then you looked up to who you'd bumped into and your heart nearly gave out.

He was tall and broad with white hair and eyes you'd never seen before, red irises, and black sclera staring intensely at you.

“You answer my questions and I'll let you go” he coldly demanded.

“I doubt I know anything about whatever it is you're after,” you told him.

“I know you know something, I can smell it” he snarled. You crawled back but he only moved closer til your back was against a tree.

“Where's your partner?” He asked with grit teeth.

“Why do you want to know?” You retorted.

“He's caused me nothing but trouble lately, always getting in the way of my hunts. I haven't been able to see him but I know his scent and you're covered in it” he explained as he leaned down a little, pretty much caging you between him and the tree.

“You've got the wrong person, my partner doesn't hunt. He wouldn't hurt a fly” you tried to reason with him.

“You clearly don't know him well enough if you believe that” he snarkily replied.

He had a look in his eye that you didn't like. Like a wolf eyeing down its prey before the final blow.

“Actually… what would he do if something were to happen to you?” He continued.

This situation was getting worse by the second. You had to get away from him.

“I don't know anything, I'll give you money just please let me go” you plead as you reach into the basket for the knife Bruno had given you. You felt so stupid for insisting you'd be alright.

“I don't need money, perhaps you'd-” he was quickly cut off as you plunged the knife into his thigh. He didn't react. Instead, he pulled the knife out, wiped his blood off it on his pants, and put it back in your hand.

“Go home now, if you're still here at night you'll get killed,” he told you as he stepped away.

You quickly stood up and darted towards Doppio's house as it was probably too late to get to yours in time. Whoever that man was he was clearly not to be messed with but you wondered about his whole smell deal. There was no possible way he could have that strong of a sense of smell. Was he just lying to get the answer he wanted out of you?

You looked back to see if he'd followed you but it seems he hadn't. So you continued your way towards Doppio's house.

Once you arrived you knocked on the door but didn't get a response. You turned the door handle and it wasn't locked so you let yourself inside and put the basket on the dining table before heading towards his room.

“Doppio, it's me (Y/n). I know you told me not to come but I thought I'd at least bring you something to eat.

“(Y/n), you came?” A voice deep and strained spoke.

“Doppio you're voice, it sounds so hoarse” you commented.

“Yes I know… my throat is so raw… and swollen” he replied. You could hear his labored breathing as he spoke.

“And you sound out of breath, have you been resting?” You remarked.

“Yes I have been resting… but it feels like there's an anvil on my chest” he replied.

“That's horrible, I'm glad I came with food. You're probably struggling to do anything right now” you told him.

“Do you want me to bring you the soup I made? You've probably got two servings in the jar I brought” you asked.

“Yes… but first I want to see you” he said.

Feeling bad for him, you opened his bedroom door. You walked and couldn't see anything.

“Doppio it's so dark in here,” you remarked as you tried to make your way to his bedside in the darkness.

“My eyes have been hurting… so I closed the curtains” he explained.

“I'll open them now if you don't mind?” You said but then you were pushed onto the bed. Forced to lay on your stomach as a large hand? (It didn't feel exactly like one) pushed you down. This wasn't Doppio.

“Hey, what's the meaning of this? Let me go!” You screamed.

“aww so you're what Doppio's been trying to hide from me?” the same voice you'd assumed was Doppio's said.

“Who are you and what did you do to Doppio?” You demanded an answer from them.

“You don't have to worry your pretty head about Doppio, he's fine” they responded.

“And my name is Diavolo” he continued. You could feel their saliva dripping onto the back of your neck.

You attempted to thrash out of his grip before he pushed you further into the mattress. His free hand grabbed your wrist. It wasn't a hand, or a human at least it had padding and fur like an animal's.

“Let me go” you begged.

“Unfortunately I can't let that happen… you so happened to come right during mating season for us werewolves” he explained.

“You're lucky that the other one didn't take advantage of you earlier,” he commented.

Werewolves! You had scoffed at such a claim but it was undeniable now. You trashed again this time managing to escape. You bolted straight to the door. You turned back to see the brownish-pink werewolf chasing behind.

You opened the door threading to tear it off the hinges. Your blood went cold as you saw another werewolf at the door. Its fur is a snowy white. You noticed the wound in its thigh. Dear God, it was the man from earlier. You screamed and tried to find another exit but there wasn't.

You were trapped here with two werewolves right in the middle of their mating season. You were quickly snatched by Diavolo and held close. You cringed at the feeling of his erection pressed up your back but were too scared to even move.

“I'm ending this now, you've alluded me for far too long” the white werewolf spoke with a hiss.

“You really think you can beat me, you're lucky that you haven't died yet” Diavolo responded before he noticed the wound on his thigh.

“Aww did my little mate do that to you?” He mocked as he held the side of your head, his palm was as big as your head.

“Let go of me, I'm not your mate” you whined as you struggled. The white werewolf snarled in response as he charged forward.

You screamed once more as Diavolo dropped you and attacked. The two dug their claws and teeth into each other as they wrestled.

You watched them carefully. Waiting for a chance you could safely run to the door. They rolled into the kitchen, breaking the table in the process. You took your chance and sprinted towards the door only for one of them to grab your ankle, claws digging into you painfully. You fell to the ground, feeling the shock of the impact in your arms that had tried to break the fall. You screamed out in pain before turning back.

“Where do you think you're going?” The white werewolf growled as he dragged you closer. You realized that Diavolo had stopped attacking him.

“Let go of me!” You yelled as you tried to get him to let go.

Diavolo grabbed your arm and they pulled you back inside. Clearly you were a bigger priority than their feud.

“Please let me go” you pleaded. You were shaking at the thought of what they would do to you.

Then you were deafened by a gunshot, then a second as the werewolves fell back. You stood under and tried to leave only to bump into someone. You looked up to see Bruno who quickly wrapped his arm around you and yelled something. You couldn't hear him through the ringing in your ear.

He then took your hand and you ran with him. When the ring stopped you spoke.

“I'm sorry for disregarding your warning,” you told him.

“I don't think either of us were expecting to encounter werewolves” he replied.

“What were you even doing out this late?” You asked.

“I was checking the rabbit traps, then I heard screaming and that's how I found you” he explained.

You two ran until you arrived back at his home. He quickly sat you down before grabbing some alcohol and a cloth to clean the wound left on your leg.

“Again I have to thank you for saving me, if you hadn't killed them who knows what they would have done to me,” you said.

“I didn't kill them, only incapacitated them. The only way to kill them is to use silver” he explained as he began to dab the wet cloth on your wound, causing you to his in pain

“How did you even manage to live for as long as you did? They could have torn you apart in seconds” he asked. A shiver went down your spine as you remembered what Diavolo said.

“One of them… they mentioned this was werewolf mating season” his head shot up with a look of horror on his face.

“Oh no… “ he stood up, leaving the cloth hanging on your leg as he made his way to his bookshelf. He grabbed out a book and started flicking through it.

“There has to be something in here” he muttered as kept reading through.

“What are you looking for?” You asked nervously.

“A way to get rid of their scent, we may not be able to smell it but they can and they'll hunt you down” he explained.

“How do you know so much about werewolves, and why do you have books on them?” You asked.

“I like researching myths and folklore in my spare time. However, we've seen now that werewolves are no myth” he replied.

#yandere jjba #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere x reader #yandere #fairy tale au #yandere doppio #yandere diavolo #yandere risotto #yandere bruno bucciarati

[lov3m3darling]

Bedtime Story (Wally Darling x sick!reader)

Yes, I'm writing again this soon. Yes, I'm mentally ill.

Let me live.

Anyway, basically you've caught a cold and Wally comes over to read to you while you're stuck in bed. Reader is gn as usual. No warnings needed on this one! Just some fluff!

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Word had spread pretty quickly that you were ill, and all the neighbors were immediately worried about you.

Barnaby and Sally tried to keep you entertained while you were stuck in bed, Julie brought you flowers and soup, Eddie made you a ‘Get Well Soon!’ card, Frank attempted to diagnose you himself (wearing a mask because EW, he didn’t want your germs!), Howdy came over and did some cleaning for you, and Poppy baked you cookies and brought medicine.

But nobody was more worried about you than Wally.

His calm attitude wouldn’t let him show it, but he was fussing over you BIG TIME. He wanted to do something to help, too…but what?

“Creeeeak!”

“That’s it! Home, you’re a genius!”

Home knocked proudly.

With that, Wally picked out a nice happy book to read you, and headed out.

He knocked on your door, and heard a sneeze and a whimper, followed by a weak “Come in”

“Y/n? It’s me!”

Your stuffy voice tried to sound happy.

“Oh, hey Wally! What- ACHOO! …brings you by today?”

“Oh dear, (y/n)...you sound just terrible”

You laughed and rolled your eyes, sitting up in bed.

“Golly, thanks..”

But really, Wally thought you looked and sounded just as perfect as always, even with a red sniffly nose and your hair sticking in all directions. 

Yes…he loved you. He was sure of it. He’d known for a while, and he had been ready to finally confess, but then you came down with this terrible cold and he couldn’t.

And you felt the same, which made you feel very conflicted right now.

On the one hand, you were thrilled Wally had come to visit you in your time of need, but on the other hand, you really did look awful and suddenly you became hyper aware of this.

You hastily tried to smooth down your hair as you motioned for him to sit in the chair beside your bed.

“Well, I thought maybe you’d like a story” Wally explained, holding up your favorite book. How did he know? 

“Thank you…that’s really thoughtful. Actually, this cold is keeping me from sleeping well. Maybe a story will help”

He sat down and opened the book, but before he could start, he noticed you shivering despite all the blankets you had.

“Are you cold, friend?”

“Oh, um, kind of. Stupid fever…” you laughed nervously.

“Here, I’ll warm you up”

Okay, this fever must have caused you to hallucinate. Or at the very least, mishear your yellow friend.

Before you could ask him to repeat what he said, he was climbing into bed with you, coaxing you to snuggle up to him for warmth while he read to you.

“Any better? Cozier?”

“Y-Yes” you answered, your heart thumping in your ears. 

Truthfully, Wally wasn’t that warm. But somehow him being so close made you feel much warmer anyway…

He nodded and began to finally read the story.

He hadn't even finished the chapter when he looked down and noticed your eyelids fluttering shut. He was glad; you looked like you hadn't slept in a week. And actually, you pretty much hadn't. He closed the book and waited for your breathing to even out before gently kissing your forehead and smiling.

"When you get better, I'm going to ask you on a date. Barnaby said I should take you apple picking...that sounds like fun, I think. (Y/n)...I think you're just the absolute most"

But he didn't realize you hadn't quite drifted off yet. You heard everything.

You smiled, finally letting sleep carry you away as you made a mental note to act surprised when he asked you out.

Cold be damned, you were on cloud 9!

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Ain't he just the sweetest? Idk his voice is soothing to me and I just love the idea of him reading to me for comfort.

Hope this was decent :3

#wally darling x reader #wally darling #welcome home #welcome home fanfic #julie joyful #barnaby b beagle #frank frankly #poppy partridge #howdy pillar #eddie dear #sally starlet #wally darling fanfic

[jasper00nb]

I said I would make a post on my lil AU thingy I had, Im way too lazy to explain any of it, so Ill just put some of the designs for the guys here

btw you are allowed to ask about them or ask them things but I really gotta write shit down because as much as I hate typing, it would help explain stuff better.

also now that i think of it, its kind of like a zombie apocalypse but if you made it flowers and they are mostly harmless when in decay.

#utmv #undertale au #FDtale

[oliwrites]

could u pls do a sex pollen/potion with loki but the reader and loki are like bsfs in love and they don’t realize it until like afterward??? thank u and i hope ur doing well🫶

Freyja’s Flower

pairing: loki x fem!reader

genre: 90% smut 10% fluff

summary: you are observing a foreign flower from alfheim, but when you’re about to finish up for the night, the flower emits a powder in your face

warnings: SMUT! (18+), sex pollen, masturbation (f), unprotected piv (wrap it if you tap it), dirty dirty thoughts, mutual pining, loki being a smartass

A/N: here is my official attempt on a sex pollen fic! i hope you all enjoy! if you don’t please don’t tell me bc i probably won’t care (sorry not sorry)

word count: 2.5k

You were currently occupying Bruce’s lab while the rest of the Avengers went out on another mission. Bruce had told you to continue the research and observations on the foreign plants you and the team collected on the last mission. Loki, your best friend, was sitting on a table behind you and pestering the living shit out of you.

“Loki if you don’t shut the fuck up in the next 2 seconds, I swear I will sew your mouth shut,” You grumbled, trying to translate the Old Nordic written out on the page.

Your eyes scanned page 64 of Nordic Flowers once more:

Blomst av Begjær (Freyja’s Blomst)

Blomsten av Begjær, eller som mer kjent som Freyja’s Blomst. Er en blomst som produserer en pollen som spirer ut når blomsten føler seg i fare. Når blomsten kommer i kontakt med en person, kan personen begynne å føle feberish, svimmel og spent. Blomsten finnes vanligvis i Alfheims felt og har en oransje for å rosa fargetone på kronbladene og en gul stamme.

“Lokes, care to translate this for me?” You spoke up after giving up on attempting to translate the page.

“I thought you wanted me to stay quiet,” Loki quipped back, not getting off the table and assisting you with your research.

“Loki help me before I kick your ass,” You spat. You heard Loki snicker behind you before getting up and reading the page over your shoulder.

You couldn’t help but blush at the close distance between you and the Nordic God. You would never admit it, but you had fallen in love with him about 2 years back when he took care of you when you were ill. He was a true gentleman and a good friend. Not to mention that he’s good looking too.

He has long, wavy black hair that reached his clavicles, alabaster skin with beautiful green eyes that occasionally had a twinge of gray. His nose was long and defined and had cheekbones so sharp, that you were convinced you could cut yourself on them if you weren’t careful. His thin, pink lips were always curled up into a mischievous smirk, which showed off his perfectly straight and pearly white teeth.

His body was lean, but had a pop of muscle. His triceps always bulged out and strained against the sleeves of any of his shirts. His pectorals were defined and his abs were chiseled to perfection. Your mouth always watered when his gym shirt would stick to his torso from the sweat, because you could see every inch of muscle on that man.

He hummed behind you, bringing you back to reality. He observed the page and you watched as his piercing green eyes flicked among the words written on the page. You then dragged your attention to his pink lips, which he was currently wetting with his tongue. You felt a shiver go down your spine as you thought of the sinful things that his tongue could do to you.

“What the actual fuck, dude. He’s my best friend. Snap out of it!” You thought to yourself, shaking away all of unspeakable thoughts as Loki cleared his throat.

“Nothing important, love. It was just explaining what the flower looks like and where you can find it,” Loki smiled softly, moving a piece of hair out of your face.

“What’s the name of it?” You asked, trying to ignore the blush creeping up on your face as his soft fingertips grazed your cheek.

“Freyja‘a Flower,” Loki replied simply, “but I think you can do more research on Freyja and her flower tomorrow, it’s getting late and you need your beauty sleep,” Loki continued, pinning you to the lab desk, just to close the book behind you and look you deep in the eyes.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I might just have to rip your clothes off, Laufeyson,” You thought to yourself, blushing at your own thoughts.

You tried reaching behind you to grab the book and shuffle away to your room for the night and scream into your pillow for having such an infernal crush on your best friend. However, you miscalculated where you placed the book and accidentally knocked the glass dome Bruce kept the flower in down onto the ground, shattering the glass around it. Loki jumped at the noise, unpinning you from the lab bench to observe what occurred.

“Shit!” You screeched, bending down and grabbing the flower, trying to avoid the thorns that sprouted from the stem.

But before you could place the flower down back on the table. A pink powder like substance sprayed out and puffed in your face. The powder took you by surprise and you began to fall back on ‘impact’ but was quickly caught by the raven haired man behind you.

“Careful, darling girl. Let’s clean you up and get you to bed,” Loki smiled, before taking your hand in his and walking you back to your room.

“Thank you, Loki, but I can walk myself,” You told him, raising an eyebrow.

“I know you can, but I just want to assure myself that you clean up fully. We don’t know what that powder stuff is,” Loki replied, opening the door to your room.

You walked in, Loki following after you. He closed the door and turned back to you. He eyed your blue turtleneck, which was now dusted over with the same pink that matched your face.

“May I?” Loki asked gripping onto the hem of your shirt. You looked up at him, nodding slightly, allowing him to remove your shirt, leaving you in your white bra and black jeans.

Why am I feeling dizzy? Why is it so hot? My room was never this hot before… What is going on?

Thoughts and concerns raced through your mind but was quickly stopped when you were placed on your sink with a warm, damp towel wiping away the pink powder.

“Is it just me, or is it hot in here?” You asked warily, grabbing the hand that was being used to wipe your face off.

“It is just you, darling. Perhaps try sleeping in less layers tonight, maybe keep a window open for a cool breeze,” Loki suggested as he shook his hand free and continued to clean you up.

“He’s so gentle. I wonder how gentle he’d be while cleaning up his cum from my— what the fuck??” You began thinking to yourself again. You were shocked at the sudden change in thought. Hell, you were concerned as to why Loki wiping your face off was turning you on so much.

“Gods, I just want him to ram into me until I can’t walk for a week. I don’t know why I can’t just get the courage to jump his bones already,” You thought to yourself, accepting the fact that you’re gonna have dirty thoughts about him.

Once Loki finished cleaning you up, you jumped down from the sink and walked into your bedroom. You cracked open a window to let the night breeze sift into your room and you began to take your pants off.

You didn’t notice Loki’s gaze at your ass as you bent down to take your pants off. He noticed the way your ass curved perfectly or how your underwear covered up too much of you, based on his own personal opinion.

You unclipped your bra, turned around and playfully threw it at Loki, expecting him to dodge away in disgust, like the other men in the Avengers do (based off of what their wives say), but instead he caught it and shoved it in his pocket with a wink.

“I want that back,” You laughed seductively, walking toward your bed, with a little more sway to your hips. You crawled onto your plush mattress on all fours, displaying your ass to the god behind you. Playing with fire, you nonchalantly wiggled your ass before turning around to reveal your perky breasts to him.

“I— uh.. yeah sure we’ll talk… good night,” Loki stuttered with a red blush plastering his cheeks. You giggled as he swiftly turned around and bolted out the door.

**

Fuck. It was so hot. It felt like you were on fire. The window being opened didn’t help, and neither did removing all blankets from your bed.

Along with the fiery feeling that stretched across your skin, you felt a sharp arousal piercing throughout your body. Your body was aching to be touched, your slickness soaking through your panties and down your thighs. What is going on?

You huffed out a breath and wet your fingers with your saliva, trailing them down your body. Your fingertips barely brushed your clit and you let out a loud moan. You began slowly rubbing the sensitive nub, moaning out to the ceiling of your bedroom.

Your fingers traveled from your nub to your soaking entrance. You dipped in your two fingers and started at a slow and steady pace.

“Fuck… Loki…” You moaned out, ignoring the fact that you just moaned out your best friend's name. Your free hand moved up and tweaked your nipples, causing you to arch your back.

You pictured that your hands were Loki’s. His tongue traveling down your stomach and to your opening. He’s praising you for being such a good girl, his good girl. He removed his fingers and replaced it with his cock, thrusting into you hastily. He wasted no time to adjust to you as he began to pound into your channel.

You sped up your fingers movement, feeling the tight coil begin to form. You’re almost there.

You began picturing the dirty things he would say to you. How you were his and his alone. How you please him so well. How he loves how tight you were around his cock. How he was gonna cum deep inside you and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

As that last thought coursed through your mind, you released all over your fingers with a shriek. Your hips bucked against your hand as you continued your movements, riding out your high.

Once you came down from your high, you removed your fingers from your core and got up. You elected to take a cool shower and remove all hints of arousal from your body.

After washing yourself and getting out of the shower, a wave of dizziness hit you and you fell to the ground. Heat radiated throughout your body once more and your arousal returned, however this time it was more painful.

“Fuck!” You groaned out in pain and pleasure, you buckled down to the ground from the sudden sharp pain that went through your body, “I need Loki, he’ll know what to do,” You spoke to yourself before grabbing onto the sink and pulling yourself up.

**

“Loki?” You asked, knocking on his bedroom door. He didn’t answer, so you just walked in, “Loki? I need you to wake up,” I said louder after I closed the door behind me.

“May I be of assistance to you?” Loki asked seductively, leaning up on his elbows laying in bed.

“I need your help…” You say weakly, walking over to his bed, slick wetness gushing out of you as you see your best friend shirtless.

“Let me assume that you’re feeling hot, dizzy, and hot and bothered?” Loki asked, his signature smirk appearing on his face.

“How did you know that?” I ask, raising an eyebrow and crossing my arms.

“Those are the effects of the flower of lust. Or as I told you, Freyja’s Flower,” he smirked, “I perhaps stretched the truth and said that I knew not of the results of the flower’s powder,” Loki continued.

“Why?” Is all you could say, sitting down on his bed to prevent your knees from buckling beneath you from just the sound of his silky voice.

“Are you really so blind?” Loki asked before smashing his lips to yours. You crawled on top of his lap and grinded on top of the erection that was covered by his duvet.

Loki reached up under your shirt and tweaked at your nipples, causing you to moan into his mouth. He took that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, quickly asserting his dominance in the kiss. You grinded deeper to gather more friction.

“Loki… I need you…” You mustered out in a broken moan in between your kiss, your nails raking down his back.

“That you do,” Loki smirked, almost evilly before guiding your hips up and removing the now soaked duvet up and revealing his erection. He took no time on aligning himself and you took even lesser than no time to sink down on him, rellishing at the stretch your pussy had to do to accommodate his size.

“Fuck… you feel so good,” you moan into his neck, bouncing up and down on his cock at a quick pace. He kissed you feverishly to the point where you didn’t even realize he had flipped you over and began ramming into you.

“You’re so… tight, ahh… faen, just like that,” he groaned into your neck, bringing his hand down and toying with your clit. Your back arched at the feeling and you let out an almost pornographic moan as you felt that familiar pressure build up in your core.

“Fuck! Loki! M’close!” You moaned out, biting down on his neck, leaning multiple different hickeys.

“Cum around me, darling… show me how much you— ahh— enjoy the feeling of my cock,” Loki moaned out, sucking air through his teeth as he felt you tighten around him once more, releasing all over him. He followed soon after, spilling his release inside of you.

“Loki…” You groaned out into his neck.

“I’ll be right back, just lay here and recover,” Loki spoke softly before getting up and going into his en-suite bathroom.

A few minutes later, he returned with a warm, damp washcloth, a glass of water, and some grapes and nuts he had conjured up.

“This’ll sting a bit, my love, just relax,” Loki told you, before dabbing the washcloth on your used hold. You winced in pain from the sensitivity, “I know, I’m sorry,” He apologized while continuing to clean you up.

When he finished he magicked away the cloth and picked up the glass of water and the bowl of nuts and grapes.

“Here, eat and drink,” Loki said, handing you the food and drink. You quickly gulped down the water and began picking and eating at the Asgardian candy.

“Why didn’t you tell me about Freyja’s Flower?” You ask eventually, continuing to eat on the food given to you.

“I've wanted to be with you like that for a while now, and I didn’t know the right way of approaching those feelings, so I just did what my mind told me to do, which was to trick you,” Loki sighed, his head hanging down in shame.

“Loki, I’ve wanted the same thing for a while too, but next time instead of making me unbearably horny, just tell me, okay?” You reassured, tilting his chin up so he could look at you.

“Will you please do me the honor and allow me to court you?” Loki asked shyly, a faint pink blush appearing on his cheeks.

“I would love nothing more,”

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"Mama's birthday isn't today, papa", Sebastian frowned as he let his father hold his hand as they walked to the flower shop, "I know it isn't, Seb", Mick retorted, opening the door for the two of them.

"Then why are we at the flower shop?", he asked, "it's not Oma's birthday either", he furthered.

"You don't need special reasons to gift someone flowers, Seb. We're going to give them to oma, mama, Rora and Harriet", he explained, pointing to the bunches he ordered and the singles flowers next to them he assumed belonged to his order, too.

"Okay", Seb mumbled as the lady call them to the front counter, "hello! How can I help you?", she asked, waving at the little boy.

"Do you want to tell the lady, Seb?", Mick encouraged his son. Since he was a shy boy, you and Mick often assessed some situations and encouraged him whenever it was pertinent and he felt comfortable.

"Me and my papa are here to get some flowers for my mama and my oma", he said, the smile on face growing as the lady allowed him his time to speak, "is it under a name?", she wondered.

"I'm Sebastian Schumacher", he offered, looking at his father to see if he had answered the right thing, "it's these ones here", she pointed to the two bunches on the counter, "and you also needed some flowers too, right?".

"Yes, please, for my sisters, I have two of them, Aurora and Harriet" he smiled, "Why don't you go and pick them out from that bucket there? You can choose the ones you want", she smiled as she did the last preparations on the rest of the order.

"Thank you, have a nice day!", Mick said as he carried the flowers on one arm and his son's hand in the other, "have a nice day, lady! Thank you for the flowers, I'm sure they'll love it!", Sebastian waved.

"I'm very proud of you, Seb, you were very brave", Mick praised as he buckled his seatbelt, "thank you, papa. Now, go! I want to give the flowers to Oma and mama and Rora and Harriet", he said before stopping, "uh-oh, should we have brought some for Angie and Hazel?".

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[yawarakaizai]

hi lovely!!

can i request a really oblivious, kinda sleepy and gentle reader with any char that you prefer? (literally any!) her personality is quite similar to chii from chobits and hachi from nana for reference! thank chuu🌷

ⵌ GOLD SATIN DREAMER, GOLD SATIN HEART

SENDER Reader (Fem) RECIPITENT Jouno Saigiku (BSD) CONTENTS non-suggestive usage of 'daddy', fem pet-names, protective jouno, reader is babied but bodily an adult, crybaby reader, fluff, cuddling, nightmares NOTE You had a childlike wonder for everything in this world. You felt as free as a bird in the wild, a swan with its lover. You must dutifully wait for his return to you every day, and in his hands would always be a bouquet of only the brightest of flowers for his princess. COMPANY Gold Satin Dreamer

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You were something special, something out of the ordinary and peculiar. Not much made sense of you. Unreadable and always thinking, your mind felt of savouries and sweets.

The voice you kept soothing and as soft as the faux fur you huddled in for warmth on this cold winter night and you lingered at your own pace as butter melting on fresh, warm brioche.

Your clever hands skilled in the art of sewing, weaving and spinning yet there was only much you could do before your dwindling attention could move you along.

You've been in such way for as long as you can remember.

You fluttered and danced as you pleased - holding your tongue and sitting there quietly. An observer, is what you were.

There was little you found worth your time. Even littler that you found worth piquing yourself into.

You carried yourself with elegance, so much so that your movements seemed almost robotic. It wasn't something you were ever self-conscious about.

Until you'd end up upsetting someone with your distant, lost staring. Your apologies were monotone, as was everything else that you'd say. That was simply how you were.

You can not recall much of your childhood, you knew you had a mother and a father, but that was as far as your mind would remember.

Here you lay idle as Eurydice, with the tune of a lyre far off yet never out of your reach. You had everything you could ever ask for.

The howling wind left you shivering under the weighted, fuzzy blanket. You were not 'big enough' yet to figure out how to turn on the electric fireplace, even when you stomp your foot and proclaim you've grown two inches taller that week.

Your Jouno wouldn't allow you to push yourself.

He did it with good intentions in mind.

You may not notice it yourself, but your flimsiness caused Jouno great worry. See, he knew you were a big girl deep down. Just not yet big enough to do things on your own or do things alone.

When you would, you'd end up hurting yourself or almost hurting yourself.

Even if you've been alive and know you're as human as everyone else, nothing was ever able to stick with you for too long.

Forgetful, clumsy and oblivious to all dangers - your daddy worries for you.

He's argued with professionals whether you were ill or anything of the sort - yet all tests would return inconclusive. By the time he'd be explaining the details to you, your lashes were already fluttering shut with your heavy eyelids taking you away into the land of clouds.

You gaze at the dark clock hanging over the wide television hung diagonally from the bed. Jouno would be arriving home soon from work. He'd kissed you this morning and told you, " 9pm, not any sooner, not any later. "

He had also called you something sweet, but it slipped your mind.

'Darling', was it? No, it must have been 'princess'. He always calls you princess. But he uses 'baby' interchangeably too.

Like this, you'd keep yourself entertained for hours if your colouring books bored you and the dresses in your closet were too complicated to wear without daddy's help.

He didn't like when you'd rummage through things without permission.

One time, daddy had bought you makeup. Something that the big girls wear. You stacked up the cardboard boxes that daddy kept to store your princess shoes in and climbed high up to reach the shelf to find the stash of makeup.

It turns out that bold red lipstick was difficult to wipe off and also difficult to remove from white fabric.

Daddy left you kneeling in your time-out corner for what felt like hours. Your pretty tears tugging at his emotions until he caved in and ended up letting you off with a slap on the wrist.

You liked being a good girl, and he liked when you were a good girl too. In spite of his adoration of when you'd act up.

Your daddy was scary. He was cruel when you were naughty. You can't remember his punishment methods because they'd always change before you could begin to expect what is to happen.

It was getting too cold in the penthouse for you to even think of sleeping calmly. Shuddering, you counted the seconds left until you'd hear the joyous twisting of a key.

You'd snuck into daddy's room when you begun to miss him too much, hauling your favourite blanket with you but resting your face against daddy's pillow, the faint scent of him lingering on the covers.

You were a big girl, and big girls had their own rooms.

Which was an unfortunate shame that even though daddy spent so much into decorating you your own gorgeous pink room, he'd always lift his covers to find you there clinging to his waist.

He couldn't bare wake you.

As time ticked by, you found yourself waiting longer and longer. Absent-mindedly, you had begun to chew on your thumb.

Daddy had a dangerous job, daddy worked going after bad guys. But what if daddy one day slipped up and got caught? Or what if the bad guys caught up to him and killed him, and you would never, ever hear or see from daddy again.

You could feel yourself shaking but it was not from the cold anymore.

It was something that hurt your tummy and made your chest feel like an anvil had been dropped with intent to crush you against its heavy weight. Everything was loud, and scary and-

" Hey, hey, princess? "

Your felt your body be nudged left and right, a soft hold on your shoulder shaking you awake.

" Princess, It's alright. I got you, 'm here, daddy's here. "

Your foggy eyes opened barely enough to see your daddy sitting up by your side, your little night light was on and it displayed little slow, spinning stars around the room with a slow hum of an accompanying nursery rhyme to it.

It took you a while to process what was happening, but your caring daddy spoke for you.

" It was just a nightmare. It's alright, everything's fine. " His hand always remained somewhere on you. You didn't even notice that both your hands slid up from your sides to grasp around one of his. " Daddy.. " you mewled.

" Shh, shh. It's okay, such a brave girl. " He pulled you in close to him and soon enough, great shame and fear caught up to you.

Sensing your incoming tears, he swiftly sat up even further, pulling you into his lap where you'd rest the side of your face against his bare, scarred chest. You were on fire. Your increased body temperature must have woken him up, undoubtedly.

Your daddy had a gift of heightened senses. He'd lost his sight but as he tells you, it only helped him learn more.

This particular gift had the ability to charm you, care for you and embarrass you.

Oh, how you adored him.

" Mm, you weren't there. " Your thumb instinctively went to your mouth to chew, but his hand intercepted and held yours away from reaching your mouth, he said nothing about it but you knew how much he disliked your habit.

" Weren't where, princess? " He asked, rocking back and forth steadily, listening to the beating of your heart slow.

You hadn't sobbed, yet you still shed some silent tears from the nightmare. " You weren't with me, and I thought you died. "

Jouno felt he should laugh, but hearing how serious you were about it, he opted otherwise. " How cute of you, Y/N. " Softly laying back down, he kept you on his chest, reaching to throw the covers over your back.

With little words and little gestures, your daddy always knew how to cheer you up. Maybe you just did not ask for much or maybe you take into account everything daddy does for you that you aren't aware of.

He buys you clothes and toys, he takes you to see the latest movies, he tells you bedtime stories and places a kiss on your cheek before tucking you in for the night.

Alone, they were little things. Paired and grouped, they were more than you could have ever asked for.

" Sleep now, little princess. Daddy will fight off any scary thoughts. 'm not going anywhere, ever. "

His assurance continued, his sleepy voice whispering sweet nothings until you fell asleep in his arms, comforted by his warmth.

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#jouno x reader #jouno saigiku x reader #bsd x reader #jouno saigiku

[lovelyunknown]

Of Memories and Things You Can(t) Remember.

Oh my gosh, we're finally here! For the wonderful @starrjoy and their wonderful @pandoraaucomic. This will have spoilers up til the latest update, please beware.

Synopsis: After laying everything out to Tails, Sonic doesn't really want to sleep.

Word Count: 1,793

Warnings: heavy angst, hurt no comfort

~*~

“Night, Sonic.”

“Night, Tails.”

Sonic pulled the door, which came to a close with a soft click. The sweet smell of fresh flowers lay heavy in the room. There was a vase of them, purple and white, sitting on the dresser across from the bed. At any other time, the flowers would be comforting, but right now their light sent betrayed his senses, giving him a sick feeling in his stomach.

Despite the ill feeling, Sonic forced himself to sit on the bed. The plush comforter creased with his weight and ruffled up to his skin. He didn’t feel much like sleeping, even though he knew full well that everyone else had gone to bed. He didn’t feel much like doing anything, really. His mind was too heavy with memories of things he didn’t realize he forgot.

You don’t realize how little you think of your past until you recount it all. Sonic hadn’t. Not until—and he didn’t tell Tails, because Tails shouldn’t have to know—he had recounted his whole story in a way he’d never done before. Before, when he remembered, it came in unwanted flashes. They were short flickers of what happened and were often fuzzy and vague. Most of the time, they were just feelings—of guilt and sadness… of anger.

But when he told his story to someone else, taking great measures to explain absolutely everything, the memories came flooding back in excruciating detail. He could remember it all, the smell of humid air that coated his fur right before the waves crashed down, the screams that flooded the island as it was engulfed in the tide, the feeling of the water crushing his body and his mind. He remembered the wide eyes and the tense lips of his siblings as they were torn away from him.

It was an assault to all of his senses and if it weren’t for Tails slowly and unknowingly tethering him, he’d probably be in an even worse state.

But the worst thing about remembering everything… was the things he couldn’t remember.

He couldn’t remember the layout of the palace, or the name of the palace guards, or the types of flowers in the garden his mom loved visiting.

But the worst thing he couldn’t remember was his mother’s face.

And he tried. He tried over and over again, flipping his mind through memory after memory, but each time he was left with more fuzzy colors and feelings. Chaos, the feelings. But he couldn’t remember it. Not her eyes, or her smile. Nothing came when he tried to remember her.

And it broke his heart. Over and over. Each time he tried. He forgot about his own mother. The one who loved him and raised him.

Who saved him.

He couldn’t forget anymore, he had to remember. His memories were the only surviving parts of them. Of all the things he destroyed and he–he couldn’t lose any more of them.

He laid down on the bed and drew the comforter over his body. He forcefully shut his eyes and begged his brain one more time to remember, wading through the horrible night he tried to remember his last moments with his mother.

“I love you all…” And he could remember everything. Pandora laughing. water rushing. Sonia’s angry cries. He could see his mother thrusting the sword down. Her back turned away. But…

“And I’m sorry.” No! He—he was being pulled away he couldn’t see. He couldn’t see her face! He was being pulled away, he didn’t see it. He had to see it!

“We’ll be together soon, Darling.” And Pandora was screeching. The world was closing in. His heart was pounding as he struggled in his sister’s grasp to get away as she dragged him further and further away…

And then there was nothing.

Sonic opened his eyes and yanked his comforter off. “No.” his voice cracked. “I can’t—Damn it! I have to remember!”

His breath was shaky, and he was barely holding in tears. His body felt jittery and he just couldn’t stay there anymore.

So, in a quick and quiet motion, he got off the bed and tiptoed his way to his door, opening it slowly. It creaked anyway.

Frustration clawed in his chest, but he ignored it, padding his way into the hallway. If he couldn’t go to sleep, he thought, maybe some water might help. His throat was dry and scratchy. Sonic exhaled sharply. He'd talked the whole afternoon away. And obviously, that didn't agree with his throat.

So he quietly walked the length of the hallway, trying to shake the remnants of the memories. There was no point in wallowing. Especially now that Eggman was doing… something. He took a turn into the kitchen.

He grabbed a glass from the cabinet and held it tight, over-conscious of his shaking hands. He didn’t want to ruin anything else. He didn’t want to be the one to mess up everything—he didn’t…

With a heavy sigh, he grasped the faucet knob and turned it slowly. The faucet creaked and released a small stream of water. The water pattered into the cup, filling it slowly.

The cup was almost half way full when he shuttered on instinct, leading to a chain reaction. The shutter caused his hand to slip, which caused water to splash onto his hand. In his shock, he jumped, tossing the cup back into the sink and leaving him with remnants of those memories. Again.

He frowned and huffed. He turned the faucet off and left the spilt cup in the sink. He didn’t need water that much.

Rubbing his eyes, he turned around and started to leave the kitchen.

With each step, his stomach twisted and tore at him inside. Everything just… didn't feel right. Now with Soni–that water wraith thing, it felt like the world was crashing down again.

Frustration built up inside him and escaped through a pent-up growl. Why? Why, after all these years? He wanted to scream. It just–it wasn't fair. It's never been fair.

And in that moment, when his walking stopped, and he took a moment to breathe, that's when he saw it. His mouth opened, his breath stilled, his eyes flickered.

There, sitting silently in the gathering room, was a purple hedgehog in white robes. Sonic's eyes watered and his breath threatened to give out on him.

His body moved on its own as he raced to the woman's side. Everything was so real. Her soft brown eyes, her hair, her clothes, everything–he could remember.

"Mom…" he breathed as he stopped short of tackling her.

The woman, his mom, looked up at him and joy spread across her face. "Sonic…?" She asked hesitantly.

Sonic couldn't help as tears flowed down his cheeks as he nodded.

A laugh came from his mother, a small euphoric yip as she grabbed her son and pulled him close to her. "Oh, my Sonic. I missed you." She whispered as she held his head to her chest.

Sonic was in shock, but tried his best to keep up. His mother was warm and her touch was soft. He couldn't–was this how it felt? He couldn't believe what he was doing.

He pulled himself off of her and looked into her soft brown eyes. "Mom, how? How did you–How are you here?" He rambled out in disbelief.

His mom squeezed her eyes and sighed. "I… do not know." She said, her smile dropping. "I showed up here and I don't really remember anything else."

That made Sonic's quills stand on end, but he didn't push it. He couldn't. Not when his mother had come back. "Al–alright then. I'm just so happy you're here." Sonic said, his throat raw with emotion.

His mother nodded. "I am too…" her smile returned, "and to see how mature and grown up he's gotten!" She prodded at his side. Sonic couldn't help the giggle that he made. "You've gotten mature, Sonic. I'm so proud of you." She said.

Sonic blinked away his tears. "I just… followed you and mom. You were always such heroes." Sonic said and his lips quivered. "Mom, I'm–I'm so sorry. I ruined everything. I caused everyone to… It was my fault."

His mother sighed. "Oh, Sonic…" she said as she invited him into another hug.

Sonic felt her arms around him and sniffed. "Sonic, I love you." she said. "I know why you did the things you did."

Sonic didn't know what to say to that.

"Heh, you're just like your mother." Aleena said.

That feeling returned and Sonic's quills turned up in response, but he didn't let go of his mom. He was just overwhelmed.

"She was always so adamant about helping those in need." Aleena continued.

Sonic's stomach dropped. He shook his head and buried his head deeper into her chest. This was all a coincidence. He was holding her right now.

"...I wish I was around more."

This couldn't be happening. He couldn't be... He could remember. He wasn't–he couldn't be…

"Sonic…"

Suddenly, his grasp on her started to loosen. He held on tighter and didn't dare open his eyes to look at her. This couldn't be happening. He couldn't… he couldn't do it again! He couldn't be–

"I'm sorry…"

He was sleeping…

And his body lurched.

Suddenly, he wasn't holding onto anything. He was only floating, swaying in some kind of tide.

And he was drowning.

His lungs panicked and filled with the burning sensation of swallowing water as he fought against the push and pull of the current.

Grabbing towards nothing, he screamed for help, knowing no one was there. His voice was drowned out as the last bit of air left his lungs. Black encompassed his vision…

And then he felt nothing.

.

.

.

Light peaked into the room, shaking Sonic awake. And there he was, lying in the plush, comfortable HQ bed. He felt sick to his stomach, but he couldn't move. His eyes filled with unwilling tears that streamed down his cheeks. They puddled on the soft fabric, which clawed at his side. He couldn't help the sobs that escaped his mouth when he remembered it, feeling his mom's hug again. It was like a curse, burned into his memory, and he was powerless as he replayed it over and over again.

Momentarily, his thoughts were broken when a flicky tweets by his window, signaling a new morning. On any other day, in any other place, he'd already be up, ready for his next adventure with his friends. But despite the rising sun, despite all of his friends being right there, he didn't feel worthy of getting up and being 'the hero of Mobius', of being what they want him to be. Maybe… maybe he deserved this.

After all, it was his fault.

#sorry joy #this is payback #sth #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #p!au #pandora au #aleena the hedgehog #if it isn't clear sonic is dreaming for most of this #sonic angst

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JUST A LITTLE LONGER | PT2 - V.T.

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REQ BY: @cia-agapanthus SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT ML i finished this like two weeks after you suggested it and then my brain decided posting it was too much apparently 💀💀 here it is now

WARNINGS: mention of past traumatic events, kissing, NOT PROOFREAD at all !! lmk if i missed smth!!

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part 1

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You wake up to the sound of wind whispering softly in your ear. Only able to see the darkness behind your eyelids, you feel like you’ve been stampeded by a dozen horses. As you pry your eyelids open, finding it unusually draining to move even the smallest of body parts, you’re finally able to take in the warm glow of your surroundings. You lay beneath your quilted bedding, the rising sun dancing shades of orange and gold across the tall ceiling through the open window. Catching the source of the breeze, you can’t help but notice the chill that coats your skin.

Gaining more strength, you attempt to push yourself up to go get a glass of water. As you do, a sharp pain shoots through your stomach, gasping at the unexpected feeling.

“You’re awake!”

You hear a familiar voice exclaim from beside you, his voice a bit hoarse. He rises from your vanity chair, swiftly rushing to your side to help you sit up properly.

“How do you feel? Are you in pain?”

You wince at the pinch as you shift, “I feel fine.” but you’re voice comes out gravelly and thin. Tewkesbury immediately reaches for the glass of water he’d set on your bedside table. You thank him quietly as you let the water ease your throat, your head pounding as you lean it back.

“What happened? Where are Sherlock and Enola?” you ask, putting the water back on your table. Your memories seem hazy and jumbled, unsure of why you feel so horrible at the present.

Tewkesbury sits down beside you, careful not to hurt you as he does. “They went out for a walk. They haven’t gotten much sleep since…” he hesitates, not wanting either of you to relive it, “We were fighting… and you got hurt pretty badly.” He explains softly, and your brows furrow while flashes of the night come back to you. “You fell unconscious before we could get you to a medic.”

His eyes meet yours for the first time since he’s sat down, and you see his lashes glisten with tears, “We weren’t sure if you were going to wake up.”

You look around the room, taking in the information and trying to process the fragmented memories flooding back to you. Your eye catches on the table across the room, overflowing with more flowers than one person could possibly need.

“How long was I out?” You ask curiously, noticing how all of your favorite flowers make up the bouquets.

“Four days.” he responds, watching your eyes as they roam the flowers he’s left for you.

You meet his eyes once more. He looks like he hasn’t gotten a proper rest in days. Your heart squeezes at the thought, not wanting him to fall ill due to lack of sleep. From the looks of it he’s been up at your bedside every day.

“I’m happy you’re alright.” he admits, grabbing your hand tentatively in his own, “I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.”

You smile at the confession, “Can’t get rid of me that easily, Tewkesbury.”

He mirrors your grin, letting you interlace your fingers with his own. “Do like the flowers?” he asks as a blush breaks out on his cheeks.

“Mmm…” you pretend to think, biting back a bright smile, “I think you could have gotten a bit more. I’m sure there’s a field somewhere you missed.” playful sarcasm laced in your tone.

His cheeks hurt at the smile gracing his lips, and you can’t help the butterflies that swarm your belly as you admire the pretty sight. Reaching an arm up, he brushes your messy hair off of your neck.

“I’ll make sure to find them for you.”

His hand lingers against your pulse, but his eyes stare into yours. Searching and scanning for any bit of tangible evidence that you’re safe. You bring a hand up to his, guiding it to cradle your cheek, leaning into the warmth if his touch.

“You know, we were kind of in the middle of something before… you know.” you suggest softly.

His eyes flicker wider for a moment, swallowing his nerves at the intimacy of your closeness. “Yeah?” he replies with the same softness, not wanting to ruin the moment.

You nod in response, eyes flickering to his lips at the memory. “Do you want to pick up where we left off?”

He contemplates it for a moment, glancing between your lips and eyes, looking torn. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Your heart swells at the sweet notion, smiling sweetly, “If you do, you can always kiss it better?” you suggest cheekily, suppressing your laughter as his shoulders shake with it, forehead falling to yours.

The fond smile never leaves your face, even as he’s leaning in to press his soft lips to yours. Even as you feel your whole body buzz with electricity. Not even when his thumb brushes your cheek and a matching smile moves perfectly against yours.

Suddenly your pushing him away, his lips chasing yours. The look in your face makes his head tilt in confusion. “What is it?”

“I still won though, right?”

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[silverynight]

A charming witch

Part I (of 3)

When he was a little kid, Izuku summoned a demon by accident; he's not sure how it happened and his mother never explained it in detail, but all he knows is that the demon looked like a kid too and that he tried to bite Izuku's neck.

Fortunately, he didn't, but it made Izuku chose a more peaceful path when it came to practicing sorcery and magic.

Now he practices green magic and he has a little store in the middle of the village where he sells potions for all kinds of trouble and illnesses. The good thing is that flowers and plants are a very safe way to do magic. No demons involved.

There are other types of witches who deal with dark magic and summon demons (or banish them) for all kinds of purposes.

Izuku is happy with his potions and herbs; he certainly doesn't need anything else.

But that doesn't mean that trouble doesn't find his way to his doorstep anyways.

***

Izuku has a friend named Uraraka, she's a witch too, but she deals with more powerful magic; however, sometimes she needs a couple of potions and that's how she ends up in Izuku's little shop most of the time when she finds herself in the village.

That particular day she walks in with a demon; the demon is all pink and keeps smiling and looking around in awe like a very curious child.

Izuku knows not all demons are dangerous or seek to eradicate human kind and yet he gets a little bit startled when he finally sees her.

"Sorry!" He blushes when the demon squeaks in delight; she's bonded to Uraraka by magic so she has to go wherever the witch goes, but she doesn't seem to mind.

"You were right," the demon grins at Uraraka, staring at Izuku with interest. "He's such a cutie."

Uraraka rolls her eyes, but looks mostly amused.

"This is Ashido Mina, the demon I summoned to assist me for a while. In exchange, she gets to see our world because for some reason she likes it."

"I do!" Ashido smiles, prompting Izuku to finally relax around her. "It's like being on vacation! And trust me it's better here at the moment because Blasty has been insufferable for the last few years... He's pining..."

"Blasty?" Izuku mumbles in confusion, not entirely sure he wants the answer to that question.

"My boss, the demon king," Ashido explains, like it's not a big deal.

Izuku nods and offers them both a cup of tea; the shop is quiet that day so he can spend time with his friend and her demon.

"I don't smell other demons on you," Ashido observes after a while.

"I don't summon demons," Izuku says calmly, a little bit amused by Ashido's surprised expression. It's fair since most of the witches have summoned one at least once in their lives.

His own mother did once and it ended up with her having a baby and being abandoned years later, which was not a good experience. But Izuku doesn't like to talk about that and he doesn't think any of them are interested in that.

"Why not?"

"His blood can only summon very powerful demons apparently," Uraraka says, surprising Izuku who looks at her in confusion. "Your mother explained it to me once. No matter the symbol he writes, his blood immediately summons another completely different."

Ashido puts a hand under her chin, like she's deep in thought; Izuku gets a little bit distracted by her horns and wonders if it'd be rude of him to get out his notebook and start taking notes about her.

"That's... interesting," she comments after a while. "Are you an omega?"

"A what?"

"Mina, I told you humans are not like that," Uraraka says, like she's had that conversation before. "We don't have a second gender."

"Like betas?"

"No... well, yes, just like them."

"What are you talking about?" The green haired witch asks, as curiosity and excitement make him forget about politeness.

"Demons have secondary genders," Uraraka tells him, chuckling when Izuku's eyes glimmering with curiosity and excitement. She's never seen another witch so hungry for knowledge.

"We can be alphas, omegas or betas," Ashido cuts in, happy to talk about her kind. "Alphas and omegas usually make good couples, but there are all kinds of them."

Izuku listens with undivided attention and finally makes his notebook appear because that's just so fascinating to miss.

"Wait," he cuts her off, immediately feeling terrible about interrupting, knowing he's probably blushing to the tip of his ears at the moment. "You mentioned something about bites earlier, what did you mean?"

"Instead of getting married, like humans do," Ashido says. "Demons mark their partners with a mating bite; it has to be done on the scent glands, which are on our necks."

The information unlocks a couple of memories in Izuku's brain that he didn't know he had up until now.

There's a blond demon with red horns and red eyes that looks like a kid and is telling Izuku that he needs to bite his neck immediately.

"The demon I summoned tried to bite my neck, that's why my mom got scared..."

"Was he a pup when that happened?" Ashido moves closer, eyes shining with excitement. "I mean the demon, was he a pup?"

"A pup?"

"She means a little kid."

"Oh. Yeah."

"A blond gremlin with piercing red eyes? Very bossy for his age?"

"Uhh... something like that," Izuku mumbles, having a very bad feeling about where the conversation is heading already.

"Are you Deku?" She says excitedly. "I can't believe I found the famous Deku!"

"My name is Midoriya Izuku actually," he corrects her, having the feeling that he has heard someone else call him that before.

"This is amazing!" Ashido squeaks in delight. "Blasty's ridiculous longing will finally come to an end! We need to summon him!"

"Blasty as in the king of the demons?" Uraraka quirks up a brow at her demon friend.

"Yes!"

"No," Uraraka and Izuku utter at the same time, shaking their heads. The pink demon starts pouting.

"Why not?"

"That's a very powerful demon, I won't be able to control him if he decides to do something," Uraraka replies, earning another pout from Ashido.

The demon even rolls her eyes at them.

"Alright, listen. I know he looks like a gremlin who's constantly angry at his own existence, but he'd never harm his Deku."

"My name is Izuku," he corrects her again. Suddenly, another one of his memories unlocks. "Are you talking about Kacchan?"

Both girls (the demon and the witch) stare at him like he just said something in another language.

"His name is Bakugo Katsuki, but I think I heard him mention something like that to Kiri... you used to call him that, right?"

"I..." Izuku starts feeling weird out of the sudden. He's dizzy. "I don't know."

He gets closer to the main cabinet behind the counter and takes one of the potions he makes for himself. Ashido grabs one of his arms to get his attention and Izuku gets a glimpse of a very tall and muscular blond demon sitting on a throne with a permanent scowl upon his face.

He doesn't have visions like his grandmother did, so it's weird for him to see things like that and it's even more puzzling and confusing when he gets the impression that the demon stares back at him for a brief moment.

"Deku?"

Instinctively, he shakes Ashido's hand away and takes a few steps back.

"Alright, that's enough," Uraraka takes the pink demon's hand to lead her towards the exit. "It's time to go."

"Wait! At least give him a chance!" Ashido pleads. "He won't hurt you, I promise!"

"It's a dangerous practice for someone who has never done that before, like me," Izuku explains, besides, he can't believe the demon king is the same as the little bossy demon who tried to bite him once. She must be mistaken.

He gives Uraraka the potions she had commissioned a couple of weeks ago and decides to close the shop early that day because he feels so very tired suddenly.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Ashido."

"Same, cutie." She sighs, before waving at him. "Although I still believe you should summon him."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

***

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