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mumifyy · 2 months

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A Heartfelt gift 💝

(Vox x Anxiety!reader) Part 2 of “I love you”.

⚠️Warning⚠️, This is recommended for mature audiences only. Read at your own risk.

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Warning: BIG Violence, kinda implied NSFW?, blood, use of weapons (his sharp ass hands), Yandere tendencies, murder, ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️Valentino⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️🤮, torture, no use of pronouns, not proof read, mentions of panic attacks, gore,

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A/N: Finally decided to stop procrastinating and get this done before I totally forget lmao, I hope this ain’t ttoooooo much but it’s just what I thought Vox would do if his lover was attacked by Valentino, gross 🤢 (Valentino makes me want to pull out his arms and use his fingers to glue onto his bald ass head for hair 😒) ((I hate that mf with my entire being I swear.)) 🙏😭 please read the notice at the very end it’ll make sense (I hope)

Hopefully Y’all like the little treat I have for y’all at the end 😜

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A yawning breath escaped your lips, your eye fluttering open from your slumber as you rolled over, your fingers gracing your phone to open it, seeking the knowledge of the time.

12:55 PM

“Damn…” You mumbled out in the quietness of you and your boyfriend’s shared bedroom. You sat up in bed, opening your phone to see a notification just from a few hours prior from your lovely spouse.

“Good morning my love, I hope you slept well despite last night. I’ve got a little surprise for you later today so I hope you’re ready for it. If you need me just call me and I’ll answer.”

Delivered 9:21 AM.

God you loved him. Your lips curled into a soft smile, your soft cheeks lightening up with a pink hue as you stared at the heartfelt message.

“Good morning my favorite TV, thank you for helping me last night and I’m excited for the surprise :D!!! I love you and have a good day Voxxxx :3” Delivered 12:58 PM.

You yawned and swung your legs off the bed, standing up and walking over to your bathroom to brush your teeth and freshen up for the day. The soft padding of your feet against the floor filled the silence in the room as you picked up your phone to play your favorite songs while you get dressed. Today felt to be like a great day already, usually, Vox in his line of work wouldn’t be able to spend time with you much as you and Vox both hated to admit it. But to see he had some time for you brightened your day up quickly as it started. You decided to wear something more formal today considering your surprise with Vox. A black turtle neck sweater with thin stripes from your boyfriend’s closet, paired with a black denim jean skirt/baggy dress pants and black pantyhose/or none. And of course your favorite thick black red bottomed thick chunky heels/Black red bottomed dress shoes. And of course your necklace with Vox’s name. He loved it when you wore it. And for the final touches you put on earrings that resembled Vox’s antennas.

You stepped out of your shared room, checking the time in your phone to see if you had any free time before he comes home. Just then, your phone buzzed to life with a notification from sinstagram, the notification kept you busy as you walked down the hallway outside of your penthouse. You jumped out of your skin when somebody hugged you from behind, turning around and being met with a familiar TV headed man you loved.

“Hey love-“ Vox cut himself off, looking you up and down. “Damn sweetheart.. don’t make me take you here right here right now.” He grinned, a perverted blush forming in his cheeks while you flushed and looked away dumbfounded. “Come sweet girl.” He whispered to you, taking your hand in his and taking you outside of the VVV tower and into the usual limo you guys road in, pulling you onto his lap as the limo started up and began to drive to whatever destination. “So what drove you to dress up so well for me dollface?” He raised a brow, a snarky smirk on his face. “Well you did say you had a surprise so I wanted to look good for it..” you replied, wrapping your arms around his neck to lay your head in his chest. “ah.” His chest rumbled with his reply. Time passed as the limo ran through the roads of Pentagram city, Your head lowered onto Vox’s chest not being able to notice to soft but crazed look in his eyes.

Finally, after exiting the Limo and following Vox, you found yourself infront of a cliff with peaceful waters swooshing below you. It was like a cheesy picnic date. Both you and Vox were sat down, eating both of your favorite foods together having a wholesome time together in hell, it was something you never thought you would have there in the violent place down below. After a while, Vox had asked you to stand up…

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16 hours earlier…

Vox’s fans were speeding for miles. Trying to keep him from over heating like lava. He was pissed to say the least. He knew in the next room over, you were sleeping soundly in his bed. Currently, he was stomping his way over to the culprit of your panic attack, his screen was glitching constantly, his employees giving him worried or nervous glances as she stomped by, even going as far to shove an employee out of the way harshly. Sparks flew from his body, his teeth gritting against each other like they were cheese shredders. Soon enough, he reached his destination, Valentinos studio.

Angrily, Vox didn’t give two shits about how Valentino would react to him damaging his studio. As quickly as he came he smashed the door in causing one of the hinges to the door and rip the door frame, the door hanging in for dear life.

“Shit!”

“What the hell Vox?! Im in the middle of a shoot!” Valentino barked in anger, secretly turning pale by the deathly scary look in Vox’s eyes, he had personally never say that look in his eyes, besides when the Alastor tantrum occurred.“M̵̡͊͊̃̐͗̄Y̴̼͖̣͋ ̸̨͕̦͙̝͙̣̎͂́͛͘̕F̶̢̱͎̭̙͑͋͊-̴̡̧͖̤̠̘̹̀̒̾̋)̸̘͗͛̍̀̚$̸̧͕̘͕͓̪͑̎͆͑͊͜—̴͖̩̟̫͐̂͆͆̕͘Ǘ̶͇̅͛͐̾̍͒͌̏̏͜ͅU̵͇̩̭̥͍̘͈͗̋͗̌̌̐͠ͅŲ̴͖̘̞̼̬̣͔̺̾!̴͓̼̦̟̺͔͇͙̔̐̔͒̍͌́̎̚͝’̶̛͉̰̭͖̝̈͊̎͐n̶̡̨̛͎̹̯̱̕C̸͈̳̆̒̇K̴͕̺̦̎͊̑Ì̴͈̱̘̹̣̜̍̏̔͐̆̀̕͘N̸̗͎̄̅̓̀͘C̸͎͊̂ ̵̘̫̙̥͉̑͂̔̌͌̀͐͌Ǫ̴̥̖͈̯̂̐̈́̕-̷̹̺͑̄͊̒̔̕F̶̙͙̫̭̰̼͈̘̳͕̀͐̚F̶͈͍̟̦̤͓̞̗͛͑͐͋̐͆̅̽̚͘ͅ$̶̬̥͉̋̓̍̈͆̄̀͠ͅ)̷̛͉͓͉̀̔͒̉̍̅$̶̭̣̲̥̫̓̌̓̋—̵͓̗̬͋̓̒̚C̶̨͍̟͉̳̠̹̀͒̽͜͠͝ͅĘ̵͓̌̀̅̊̇ ̴̟̌̿́́͊͘N̴͙̖̳͋͑̾̈̈́̈́̈̀͗Ő̸̗̅͊̊̅̈͌͠6̷̡̧̩͙̳̂̍͆–̸̧͈͇̬̣̯̭̖̀̋̀̊̋̋̀̐͐ͅ7̷̪̦͋W̴̨͔̟͂̈́̈́̏̀̓̀͂͑͠.”

(My fucking office now)

Vox angrily glitched, his fans working overtime as they cooled his fiery mother board as best as they could. It was surprising how didn’t have to reboot himself, not like he’s already had to twice in the same 10 minutes. The room was silent, Valentinos workers scurrying out of the room quickly. Vox marched to Valentino and yanked him out of his directors chair, Valentino stumbling forwards with a dumbfounded look. “You fucking touched what was mine. Now I’ll take what’s yours.” Valentino looked at Vox confused, his heart beating in his chest. All of the air from his lungs were suddenly sucked out of him, Valentino gasping for air as he looked at a now bloody Vox. Valentino fell backwards onto his ass and gasped for air as the pain kicked in. His hands grasped at his chest from where the intense pain came from, looking down to be met with something he would never guess. A large hole. Where his ribs had been, no basically torn apart flaring with blue electricity. Vox had ran into a rage that drove him to rob apart Valentinos ribs and snatch his heart out. Leaving him breathless as he walked out of the studio, Valentinos heart slowly loosing its rhythm in his hand.

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Present…

You stood up, looking down at Vox curiously with a glint in your oh so innocent eye. Vox stared at you lovingly, knowing you were all his, as he pulled out a small box and slowly opened it, a wave of tears and excitement filled you in an instant as you saw the ring in the box.

“My darling… the love of my life in the hell. (Name and last name), would you do me the great pleasure of sharing my last name with me?”

Vox said, looking up at you as he was on one knee, you were his lifeline, if you die, he dies. You were his heart, if you stop beating he stops too. He smiled as you cried and hugged him, falling down to your knees as you screamed yes over and over again like a mantra.

Vox cried with you, kissing you over and over like it would be his last, you were his, forever. His hands grasping at your cheeks as he smiled crazily, the blood still in his fingers as it smeared on your delicate cheeks, Valentino’s dead lifeless heart in your hands with your new found marriage worn on your ring finger, now covered in your assaulters blood. “Do you like my surprise my dear?” You stared into his lustful crazed eyes.

“I love it, it’s such…”

“A Heartfelt gift”

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A/n: I hope y’all like it and it’s not too much gore and stuffs lol, I mean it is hell after all. Also I do not know if Vox has a last name or not, it just felt right to put that as what he said yk? And fuck ⚠️🤮Valentino🤮⚠️ (not like that nastys) cause he’s a bitch 🙃.

#hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel vees #hazbin hotel #hotel #vivziepop #vox x reader #vox #fluff #anxeity #yandere #dramatical murder #valentino #fanfic #fanfiction reccomendations #the vees #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin vox

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returnsandreturns · 4 months

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Christmas prompts you say? What about Matt and Foggy getting caught under the mistletoe at the Nelsons' the first time Matt goes to their house for the holidays?

"Seems like a choice to have mistletoe at a family Christmas party,” Matt says.

“There’s a hug rule for relatives,” Foggy says. “Cheek kiss if you’re feeling saucy.”

“Am I the only non-Nelson here?” Matt asks.

“There are a handful of spouses and partners,” Foggy says, “but I guess you’re the only single one. I’ll help you steer clear of it and, also, of my hornier cousins. And aunts. And at least one uncle.”

“You’re a good friend,” Matt says.

“Hey, ‘tis the season,” Foggy says, throwing an arm around him. “C’mon, we’ll spike the eggnog and find somewhere to hide. I’ll tell you all the family scandals. We’ve had a handful of misdemeanours and Aunt Sandy is a felon. White collar, though. Nothing cool.”

Foggy keeps his arm around Matt when they fit themselves into a big recliner in the living room, pressed close together. Matt immediately hears speculation about their relationship—a “sure, roommates,” from a cousin, a “he’s hasn’t told us anything but we’ll be thrilled if he does,” from Foggy’s mom in response to a less than positive comment from Foggy’s grandmother. The firmness in her voice makes Matt feel very warm, ducking his head to hide his smile.

“You good, buddy?” Foggy asks, amused.

“I think I’ve had too much eggnog,” Matt says, turning the smile on him. “I’m going to go get another.”

He’s halfway to the table set up in the corner when he hears Foggy say, “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” and stops. It all happens very quickly. Somebody says his name and the room gets hushed and then Foggy’s throwing himself between Matt and whatever cousin was—oh, shit. The mistletoe.

“Son of a bitch,” the cousin says, softly.

“Uh, sorry, I got a little invested in saving you—we’re under the mistletoe but you don’t have to do anything,” Foggy says. “It’s not legally binding.”

Matt touches Foggy’s face.

“It’s a tradition,” he says. “Is this okay?”

“Uh huh,” Foggy says, heart beating faster.

Matt leans in to press their mouths together softly, lingering close to give Foggy an option he didn’t fully realize he wanted to give and feels the want grow significantly when Foggy kisses him back, sliding his arms around him. It’s immediately followed by the party resuming as normal—with the conversations about them taking a turn.

“Your mom said that she’d be thrilled if you were dating me,” Matt says, when Foggy leads him away. “I overheard her—I mean, it was in response to something homophobic, she didn’t volunteer the information.”

“She’s told me that, actually,” Foggy says, laughing. “I guess we’re a little more affectionate than most male friends. Very evolved of us.”

“It’s really nice of her,” Matt says, a little choked.

“You sound freaked,” Foggy says. “Is it the kiss? I’ve been told I’m a good kisser but they could have been lying to save my ego.”

“They weren’t lying,” Matt says, letting out a shaky breath. “Can we get some air? There’s a lot going on in this room and my head at the same time and it’s just—can we?”

“Absolutely,” Foggy says, a little softer. He's really soft with Matt sometimes. When he gets weird like this, when Foggy knows he needs it.

He's thinking about that when they step out onto the stoop in the freezing cold, interrupting whatever Foggy is about to say by kissing him again. Foggy reacts like he knew it was going to happen, a little mm hmm noise in his throat as he cradles Matt's face in his cold hands and kisses him back.

“Does this mean what I think it means?” Foggy asks, resting their foreheads together. “Or did you just want a round two on the mistletoe action?”

“I'll tell your mom right now if you want,” Matt says, smiling when Foggy laughs and pulls him close, to wrap Matt up in his arms, to keep him warm.

#my fic #mattfoggy #daredevil #AU where they get together when they're 18 is honestly everything

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wayfayrr · 10 months

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Part four for the houshusband AU! Sage gets up to more crimes but also decides to do legal things now ✨ [1] [2] [3]

As I've been asked for it this gets a taglist now! Feel free to ask if you want to be added to it <3 @browneyedgirl22 ✦ @angry-trashcan

Didn’t take long for Sage to get comfortable, It didn't take long at all. Really he - he’s too comfortable now. Does he have no shame? Not like I’m also not a lot more comfortable now. Getting out, even just to a place like this, helps clear everything and get back to normal. Mostly.

“No Sage you can’t just go around putting whatever you please into your Purah pad.”

He’s worse than even a toddler would be in a supermarket for the first time and naturally with how he's holding me I'm being dragged along with him. Of course, I understand he's not entirely used to shops like this, I've played the games I know what he's used to. But still he still usually has a pretty good ability to read the tone of a situation.

Is it because he's not worried about what anyone here is going to think of him being this clingy?

Actually, I will admit it's adorable to see him acting like there aren’t any threats at the moment. Clingy isn’t bad, he could be so so much worse. That’s what I got from what he said earlier at least. He seems happy for once; if that’s not the sweetest thing I’ve seen I would be lying. And he hasn’t heard me. Or didn’t listen. Great.

“So where would rings be found in here love?”

He’s serious about being my husband. He's serious about it enough to not listen to what I'm asking.

“Well, this is a general store, so nowhere in here. I mean there are a couple of places around here that sell them but you don’t need to sage. Besides I probably couldn’t afford one you like.”

“Let’s go there now then. It's far more important than any of this.”

What have I gotten into? He genuinely wants my hand in marriage. Was marriage in Hyrule always this casual? I mean I guess Hudson married his wife based on her name. Even then he still asked normally. He didn’t just announce they were married there and then!?

Nothing really to do but play the cards you’re dealt right? And I like sage, I do, so there’s no issue. I can be Sage’s spouse, I can do this. There's no small part I'm petrified of what would happen if I didn't accept him.

“Really it’s not sage, groceries and other supplies are far more important than a ring.”

“The groceries can wait, love. People need to know you’re mine. So dearest, can you please take me to a jeweller? Also, would it be too hard to ask you to call me by pet names from now on, my love?”

Sage won’t take no for an answer, will he? Even if I keep saying no he won't drop it, honestly I'm tempted to go and just take him to a cheaper store to pick something out and have it done with. Because I’ll be the one who has to buy it after all. That other thing he’s asked as well… Could I do that?Pet names weren’t the first thing on my mind, but we are a couple now, it’s only natural right? Has he noticed I’m blushing now? Could he be saying all this on purpose to rile me up? To manipulate me?No. He wouldn’t do that. Stop assuming the worst of people [name].

“Sure, honey??? You aren’t going to drop it until I agree. Are you?”

Sage has me wrapped around his finger at this point, I can’t say no to him, but only because he’s most likely stressed out of his mind right now. So I don’t have to feel bad. I'm caving so easily, I can do that without feeling bad… And if I’m his spouse now… Well it’s only natural that I look after him, isn’t it?

Local jewellers we go then, as he clings to me like I’m his only lifeline here… which I am if I really think about it. He knows nothing here, nothing. Our relationship, his memories, his features those are the only things he really has tying him back to his own world and one of those things shouldn’t really count. Holding Sage, well being held by him to look as if I’m holding him is nice. like when he was lying to me, He’s soft.And now he’s kissing my neck.

“Well then my beloved, I’m sorry I haven’t given you a ring sooner, I should have been more prepared when I told you so my love choose whatever you please.”

Wait, is he offering to pay? With what money, he doesn’t have anything here? Actually, now I think about that, opening a current account for him might not be a bad idea… oh but he’ll need an ID for that, does he even have a surname? Should he just use mine? Lying he lost his documents in a fire could work, we could file the other paperwork today…

I’ll just choose something cheap, is that..?

“This one, it’s one of my favourite stones. I never knew it was sold here. And it’s not too expensive either…”

“Oh my love, It’s even part of a matching pair. You have perfect taste.”

Sage’s confidence really has improved since he’s gotten here, after saying that he’s gone to talk to the salesperson all alone and handed him a single green rupee. I swear I’ve told him already that we don’t use rupees here let alone - they accepted it... AND THEY’RE OFFERING HIM CHANGE??

Standing there stunned until he came back over and slid the ring onto my finger with a kiss seems to be exactly the reaction he wanted though. Sticking himself back to my side and tugging the both of us back to the shops I originally wanted to go to, it almost feels like he wants my praise. Really even I can agree he deserves it after that stunt.

“That was, I mean where do I start Lavender, thank you really. How did you even know that would work?”

“Most places like that in my world trade with gems as well my love, Wind mentioned how you reacted the first time you saw a rupee so I assumed it would be the same here. Don’t you assume I wouldn’t have paid more either, I would happily burn the world down for you my sweet [name].”

“By the way Sage, about the fact you want to be my husband. There’s some paperwork to be done to make it official here, after we’ve finished here it would be a good idea to sort that all out.”

Sage’s face lighting up feels like it’s going to happen a lot more from this point on; hopefully, now that he’s got that to focus on I can finish shopping without any issues. After all of this, given there are no issues, Sage will be my husband.

And so now he is, after a couple of hours of lying and processing then lying and processing but now I won’t have to worry about being arrested so that’s one more thing taken care of. Sage couldn’t be more pleased to be my husband officially either which makes it more worth it in my eyes and…

Why is there a shadow in my window?

“You can see that as well can’t you, I’m not seeing things right?”

“Do you want me to deal with it darling~”

“No, let’s see what it is first. It could just be a friend of mine pulling a prank or something.”

Always like it was with any of the links back in Hyrule, Sage decided to go in first. Mumbling to himself about how he should be the only one to deal with any threats, taking his self-appointed role as my sole protector more seriously than anything else. Following behind him as he cracked opened the door to where the intruder was hiding is the first thing since leaving Hyrule to make me feel like I’m before some sort of threat.

“Well I will admit this is a rather strange situation, usually I don’t do at-home visits for my customers. It is somewhat comforting to see you though [name], Mr.hero’s been very worked up about you vanishing.”

That voice, that outfit, well I wasn’t wrong about the fact it could be a friend. What are the shadow’s plans? First sage and now him as well?

“R-Ravio!?”

#linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #link x reader #lu sage #yandere lu sage #househusband sage #moss✦writes

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catindabag · 4 months

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TBOSAS on Crack short take (59)

*When Sejanus met Coryo*

Ma: I can’t believe that my dearest son is now a handsome little lad.

Sejanus: Ma, I’m 8.

Ma: Still, you’re almost as tall as me and your father.🥰

Strabo: That’s a lie. I’m taller than most people. I’m even taller than President Ravinstill and Monster Cardew.

Ma: Whatever you say, my love.

Sejanus: Ma, just this once, please don’t embarrass me in front of the other kids today.😞

Ma: Ok, dear, I promise. But make sure to share those sugar free gumdrops I bought for you and your new friends-

Sejanus: Yes, Ma, I will.

Ma: That’s my boy! Now, run along and have a great time at the playground, Seji Pie.☺️

Sejanus: Thanks Ma!

Ma: And be careful!

Sejanus: I’ll try! Bye-

Strabo: Son.

Sejanus: Yes?

Strabo: Do you know why I moved our family to live in this terrifying city as soon as the war ended?

Sejanus: Because you’re a scheming old man who wants to rule Panem forever?

Strabo: Yes.😈

Sejanus: Typical Pa-

Strabo: But that’s just the half of it.

Sejanus: Then what’s the other half?

Strabo: *points at an 8 year old Coryo Snow* My son, you see that little white haired boy sitting alone on that bench over there?

Sejanus: You mean that malnourish looking gorgeous boy with the most beautiful pale blue eyes that sparkles like a rare pair of Paraiba Tourmalines whenever he looks at the morning sky?

Strabo: Yes, him.

Sejanus: Why?

Strabo: That boy right there will be your future spouse, my son!

Sejanus: My future spouse?!😍

Strabo: Exactly!

Sejanus: But I don’t even know his name! He might even hate me!😭

Strabo: Well, that’s alright, son, because he’s going to be your future fiancé and marry into our family whether he likes it or not!

Sejanus: How do you even know him?

Strabo: His drop dead gorgeous father and I were very close friends.

Sejanus: How close?

Strabo: Extremely close.😏

Sejanus: So you guys were besties?!

Strabo: More than that.

Sejanus: So you were roommates?!

Strabo: Sure! My beloved Crassus and I were the best roommates!😉

Sejanus: But what if he doesn’t like me?

Strabo: Don’t worry about that. Little Snow will eventually melt and love you forever.

Sejanus: Really?🥹

Strabo: Really. You two are destined to be together, my son.

Sejanus: Destined?

Strabo: Written in the stars, fated by life, carved in the ground by love itself and whatever young couples tend to say nowadays.

Sejanus: So he’s mine?

Strabo: Yes, he’s yours.

Sejanus: Mine!😍

Strabo: That’s right! Now go feed him before someone else does!

Sejanus: Ok! *quickly runs to a sad and lonely Coryo*

Coryo: *is secretly starving* Ugh. I think I’m gonna cry. I’m so hungry right now-

Sejanus: Come home with me!

Coryo: Huh? Who are you?

Sejanus: The man who’s gonna marry you!

Coryo: Marry who?

Sejanus: I’m your husband!

Coryo: Husband?! I’m too young to have a husband-

Sejanus: Do you want a gumdrop, my love?😍

Coryo: Um- Sure? I’ll have one-

Sejanus: Take all of them, my love!

Coryo: Why are you calling me that?

Sejanus: Calling you what, my love?

Coryo: That.

Sejanus: I don’t get it! But here! Have my gumdrops and marry me!

Coryo: Thank you, friend.

Sejanus: Boyfriend.

Coryo: Friend.

Sejanus: Husband!

Coryo: I don’t even know your name!

Sejanus: I’m Sejanus Plinth, the love of your life, the boy of your dreams, and the man who’s gonna marry you!

Coryo: I- I’m Coriolanus Xanthos Snow.

Sejanus: What a beautiful name you have, my love!

Coryo: Thank you?

Sejanus: Tell me, my Snow Angel, which one sounds better? Snow-Plinth or Plinth-Snow?

Coryo: I don’t really understand what you’re saying-

Sejanus: So is that a yes?!

Coryo: A yes to what?

Sejanus: That you’ll come home and marry me!

Coryo: I’m too young to marry you!

Sejanus: Pretty please?🥺

Coryo: No.

Strabo: *is hiding behind the bushes* Marry him, little Snow! Marry my one and only idiot son!

Coryo: *points at Strabo* Who the heck are you?!

Strabo: Your father-in-law.

Coryo: *turns to Sejanus* Why is your crazy old man hiding behind those bushes?

Sejanus: It’s a District 2 thing.

Coryo: Right. So I’m just gonna go home now-

Sejanus: To my place!😘

Coryo: No.

Strabo: My beloved Crassus will be extremely happy if you marry my son, little Snow!

Coryo: *sighs* Tigris was right. I should’ve stayed home today-

Sejanus: I’m rich by the way.

Coryo: So when’s our first date?

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

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Gifting your Husband Boudoir Photos

Featuring Schweiden Adlers

Schweiden Adlers x female(wife) reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: swearing, VERY suggestive

AN: of course I needed to give my Adler bbys some love 🫶🏻

Heiwajima

Biggest simp? Biggest simp 😌

Definitely beats about his GORGEOUS wife to his team all the time

“Hey look at this picture my wife just posted?” “She has a name you know-” “SHES MY WIFE!”

Literally Liberos would make the best partners, hype beast extraordinaries

Anyways, you and Toshiro have been married for almost a year now

You wanted to surprise your husband with the something you’d knew he’d love

🙌🏻 pictures of you 🙌🏻

See you casually replaced photos around your home with new sexy ones 🤪

You weren’t entirely sure your husband would notice

But like a dog smells good, your husband sniffed them out immediately

He walked in, stopped and looked at you

“Something’s different,” he said 🤨

You 👉🏻😙 🎶

Then he spots the first one, the one you replaced your wedding photo with

He walks over to it, picks it up and his eyes widen 😳

“YN what is this?” He asks

You just shrug and smirk 😏

He continues to walk around, finding all the photos and you start to hear groans emerging from your husband

“You good babe?” You ask as he turns to you

“You know we are never changing these photos back right?” He says as you giggle

“What about when the guys come over?” You question

“Ok maybe then but he do you maybe think you could recreate some of these for me? Perhaps for my digital gallery?” He questions

You giggle and shake your head, “well it’s a good thing I order digital prints too.”

Toshiro throws his head back, groaning and thanking whatever god gifted him such a beautiful wife!

Kageyama

The only two things Kags thinks about is volleyball and his gorgeous wife

Literally the fact that you can put up with him being the way he is

He is so blessed to have you as his spouse!

Now Kags is a workaholic and he’s constantly at the gym

So you often have to find creative and new ways to entice your husband to come home

Sometimes food works

But what really does the trick you ask 👀

Nudes 🙌🏻

You send this man a nude and it’s so long volleyball gym, hello bed for the next 8 hours 🥵

Man’s has stamina ok 👌

Kags has been at the gym for a solid week

Literally he’s home to eat and sleep

And honestly, you miss your husband

So what must we do? Send him something that makes him want to leave his volleyball forever

You: I miss you Tobio 🥺

Tobio: awe I miss you too baby, I’ll be home around 10

You: could you maybe make it a little sooner? *sends pic*

You: I’m waiting 😏

Tobio: 😳 are- are those new?

You: just got them back today

Tobio: is-is there more 👀

You: maybe 🙃

Tobio: I think I can probably be home by 7…

You: I’ll be waiting *sends pic*

Tobio: fuck this gym in omw baby!

You: good good excellent 😏

Prepare to be sore for the next few days Yn 🤪

Ushijima

Our stoic angel 😍

Oh how this giant bby adores you Yn!

Literally there’s nothing better than spending time with your husband

But oh do you LOVE to tease this man something fierce

Please he gets so flustered and blushes whenever you send him a risky picture

So you decide you haven’t tortured your husband enough for an entire lifetime so why not do the absolute most 💅

It was your 1 year wedding anniversary and you decided that you should gift your husband the first the keeps on giving

Pictures of you 😌

You wrap the photo album up and set it with his other gifts

This man always outdoes you in every way but this year, this time you will dominate!

So after opening all of your lavished gifts you finally gift Toshi the one thing nobody else can give him

When he opens it, he looks at the beautiful black valet cover inscribed with his name

He looks at you confused as you continue to urge him on

He opens the first page and immediately slams the book shut

His face turns best red as he avoids all eye contact with you

Toshi 👉🏻👀😳

You 👉🏻😏😏

He opens it again, gulping as he carefully thumbs through every single page, careful to not bend any pictures

It’s not until he gets to the picture of you in his Olympic jersey that he groans, adjusting himself as you continue to look smug

He closes the book, placing both hands on top of it and then looks at you

You 👉🏻 : D

“YN you know how much I love you right?” He says as you nodd

You 👉🏻 : D

“YN I’m going to say this and I mean it in the absolute most respectful way,” he continues

You 👉🏻: D

“I’m about about 2 seconds from breaking your back,” he finally says

You 👉🏻 : D 😐😳

And that, YN, was the story of how you spent an entire week recovering 😌

Hoshiumi

This man BEGS for nudes constantly

Literally he adores you and he keeps a running tab of your pictures

He even keeps a ✨tasteful✨ shot of you as his phones Lock Screen

But nobody can see it… he guards it with his life!!

When Korai’s away, he is always asking to see his pretty baby 🥹

Honestly he’ll take any photos of you

So you decide it’s time to ramp it up 👏🏻

Korai is at a few away games when you decide to make your move

You had some sexy photos done for your adoring husband and lucky you are just as cheeky as he is 😏

You send the first text, baiting him

You: Morning babe *sends picture*

Korai responds in .02 seconds

Korai: 👁️👄👁️

You: how are you? *sends pic*

Korai: 🥵 extremely frazzled right now…

You: oh really? *sends pic*

Korai: BABE IM IN A TEAM MEETING AND I JUST GOT IN TROUBLE FOR CHECKING MY PHONE

You: sounds like a you problem *sends pic*

Only Korai doesn’t respond after that one, instead you start a timer

Because you know your husband too well

10 minutes later, a new record 💅, your FaceTime is ringing as you casually answer it while cooking

“Hey babe! I thought you had a meeting?” You ask casually

Korai 👉🏻 >: ( you did this on purpose

“Did what?” You respond cluelessly

“Did you get those professionally done for me?” He asks

“Well your always asking for pics so I figured I should have a couple hundred built up,” you shrug

Korai 👉🏻👁️👄👁️ 100?!?!

Please Yn that man has never been happier to get home to you

Romero

This man ugh THIS MAN 🥵

Literally idk who’s the luckiest one in this relationship babe I’m sorry

It’s Romero, like look at the man!

But no matter what, you managed to get a good one

He’s an amazing husband and he absolutely worships you!

Literally he will open every door, present you to everyone like you are royalty

He talks about you like you are only woman in the entire word

He wears his wedding ring proudly!

And boy does he adore your body

Literally you could be wearing seat pants and he’s panting 😮‍💨

It’s your two year anniversary and your friend suggest you add some new “artwork” to your bedroom 😌

Mainly in the form of a giant photo of you over your bed

So you prepare, using your husbands favorite color lingerie in the photo in the sexiest pose allowed to be viewed

You manage to get it hung and boy are you excited, so excited that you ambush your husband the moment he walks in the door

You cover his eyes and say, “I have the biggest surprise babe!”

He smiles, “oh do you now?”

You giggle as you lead your 6’3” husband to your room and situate him just perfectly

You tear your hands away and shout “surprise!”

Romero 👉🏻😐😳

“What do you think?!?” You say, presenting your body

Please YN give your husband a second

His mouth has now fallen open and you are gonna need a mop in the bedroom ok 🤚🏻

“Holy shit baby!! You look fucking incredible!” He says getting on the bed and studying the photo up close

“You love it??” You gush

“Oh course! But I wish you would have put one in every room so I can just stare at you all damn day!” He chuckles

“Well lucky for you I got more!” You say, pulling out the other canvases

Please YN, you might need to inform the Adlers of your husbands sudden death 😅

Sokolov

6’7” simp? 6’7” simp 😌

Man’s literally worships the ground you walk on Yn

He adores you more than anything!

Another member of the “I wear my wedding ring and I’m proud club!”

He would wear a shirt that said “my wife is hotter than your wife”

Needless to say, this man will do anything for you YN

And since he travels so much, you have to keep things spicy right 😏

Which is why you decide that it’s important for you to show him exactly how much you miss him

So you decide to be a little butthole and send him cryptic messages all day to prepare him

Like first you send him an email that says, “I’m in your room at 9pm for a surprise ;)”

Of course the man’s is super curious like “👀 what does this chick have planned now?!?”

Then you continue the torment and send him little texts all day like “5 hours until your surprise!”

By 9pm the man is RUNNING 🏃‍♂️ to his hotel room

The team wanted to go out for drinks and suddenly your man’s has a migraine

Back in his hotel room, he texts you and says “ok babe I’m here!”

That’s when you drop that man an entire years work of spank bank material!

Like 200 pictures and that’s not even all of them!

At first he just stares like “holy crap! I shouldn’t be looking at these, I have a wife… WAIT THIS IS MY WIFE!!”

So instead he decides to pull out his computer and FaceTime you

You answer, casually sitting on your bed like “oh hello my love ✌🏻”

“Babe!! Holy crap!! You- you did this for me?!?” He shouts

You giggle and nod saying “I missed you Tatsu” 🥺

Damn Yn calm down, man’s is about .02 seconds away from getting on a plan back to you

“Baby I love them!! But umm now I’ve kind of got a little problem!” He blushes as you giggle

He knows he’s one lucky guy!

Hirugami

Ughhhhhh 😩😩😩 this man!! THIS MAN 👏🏻

He’s so hot it’s unreal!!!

And you get to be his wife?!? Dammnnn

Seriously he is such an attentive and sexy husband

Literally he walks around without his shirt on around the house and man 😮‍💨

Please YN clean your puddle of drool up!

Oh wait that’s me NE WAYS

he absolutely adores you and always talks about you

He knows how lucky he is to have the most supportive and fantastic wife

But that doesn’t mean you don’t get to tease him every once and a while 🤭

Specifically during practice

Because as the captain of the Adlers, he must remain stoic and attentive

So when he’s in the middle of a team meeting and his phone starts buzzing, he quickly checks it

And BAM NUDE

Fukuro rn 👉🏻😐😳

“Hey captain you good?” The guys ask as he snaps from his haze and shoves his phone back in his pocket

Unfortunately his phone keeps buzzing 😌

He’s already seen a few pictures and damn he wants to see more but he knows he won’t be able to contain his arousal

After the meeting, which he clumsily finishes he runs to the locker room and face times you

You answer, casually doing dishes like 😚 🎶

“Baby what was that??” He yells

You 👉🏻👀🤷🏻‍♀️ what-

“Baby those pictures! Those pictures!!! Are they new? Holy shit!” He whisper shouts as you smirk

“They might be new, maybe part of a photo shoot I did,” you answer coyly

Fukuro 👉🏻😳 so there’s more?

“A few hundred more,” you 😏

“Baby prepare yourself because when I get home, you’re all mine!” He growls before hanging up

You just giggle because wait until he sees the giant canvas of you naked hanging in your master bathroom 🙃

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Title: Well if he won't become my wife, then I guess I'll have to man up and be the wife instead Chapters: 1/? Summary: Rinne and Hiiro talk about their relationships with others and Hiiro tries to give advice on Rinne’s relationship with Niki.

It was a warm summer day, but Rinne and Hiiro were prepared for that as they ate popsicles in the Sky Garden. It had been a while since they had been able to catch up with just the two of them.

“Hey, brother?” asked Hiiro as he chomped on his popsicle.

“Yeah?” replied Rinne as he gnawed on the remaining stick.

“I’ve been wondering, but what’s your relationship with Shiina? You always talk like you’re married, but Shiina denies it. I can tell he cares about you, but it is very complicated to me.” Rinne raised his eyebrows. “Is it because of idol rules? Aira told me the ‘no relationships’ one is pretty strict, which is why I have to be careful in public.”

“How is the little girlfriend anyways, Hiiro? He treatin’ you well?” said Rinne.

“Brother… you’re dodging the question,” said Hiiro. Despite wanting to talk about his wonderful boyfriend, he wanted to know the truth about his brother’s relationship first. If his brother and Niki really were married, he should be calling Niki his brother as well.

“Haha, not going to let me get away this time, huh lil’ bro?”

“Brother… This is important.”

“Mm I get it,” said Rinne, “I’ll keep it simple for you, but like Niki says, we aren’t actually married. I keep asking him, but he keeps turning me down. Always says something about the law or whatever.

“But that won’t stop me from trying,” remarked Rinne with determination.

“Because you love him?”

“Yes, but also because it feels like the best way to thank him for all the things he’s done for me. He took care of me when I first came to the city after leaving home, even when he was barely able to take care of himself. He’s a kind, incredible person, but I doubt he can see it,” explained Rinne.

“He can’t stop thinking he’s a burden, but if we were married and Niki was my wife, he wouldn’t worry about burdening me as it is the responsibility of the husband to take care of his spouse through thick and thin.”

Hiiro thought about this for a while as he took in his brother’s words and gnawed on his own popsicle stick. “Hmmm… Maybe Shiina just doesn’t want to be your wife?”

Rinne choked at his brother’s blunt words. “Ha! Yeah he does act like that, huh… so harsh little bro…”

Hiiro, seeing his words being misunderstood, waved his hands quickly. “That’s not what I meant! I mean, I did, but, um, how to explain this…”

Rinne waited patiently for his brother to sort out his words. He knew his brother didn’t mean any harm and he was curious where Hiiro was going with this.

Eventually, it looked like Hiiro had found the right words to say. “When I first started dating Aira, I called him my girlfriend because I thought he would like it since he stopped denying it when you called him that.

“But then, after telling Mayoi and Tatsumi that he was my girlfriend, Aira got really red and went off about how he wasn’t my girlfriend, but instead was my boyfriend. So it turned out he wanted to be the boyfriend, and I’m alright being the girlfriend if that means I get to be with him.”

Rinne took in his brother’s words. “That makes sense, though I never would have expected that from your little boyfriend. He looked like he would enjoy being a wife.”

“Umu! But I believe what Aira says, and I’ll stay with him forever, if he lets me.”

“So you’re saying that if I really love Niki, I should ask him to be my husband? And you would be okay with that?” Rinne looked seriously into Hiiro’s eyes, “It’s usually pretty important that us Amagis pass on the family name, and with you being Aira’s girlfriend, I’m the only one left to do it. Personally, I don’t really care too much about tradition, but I know the village is still important to you.”

“Umu! If it will let you be happy with Shiina, I think you should do it,” said Hiiro, “Love is more important than pride.”

Rinne still wasn’t completely sold. “Hmmm, I don’t know Hiiro…”

“It’s worth trying at least. Like Tatsumi told me when I wanted to confess to Aira, the worst thing that can happen is he says no,” comforted Hiiro.

“You’re right… Wait, did you just say you went to Tatsumi over me to ask for advice on asking out the little boyfriend?!” Rinne felt hurt and like his older brother privileges were being stolen out from under him.

“No offense brother, but you don’t seem very good at asking out people you like.”

“And Tatsumi is?” Rinne needed to defend himself by dragging his little brother’s unit mate into the mud with him, “I don’t see him with any dates!”

“Maybe, but it was that or Mayoi.”

“Ah, yeah. That makes sense.”

Hiiro nodded. “I didn’t want to put Mayoi on the spot.”

“Mm yeah that’s the only reason,” Rinne reoriented the conversation, “So you think I have a shot? And you are okay with the Amagi name dying with us?”

“Umu! You taught me to listen to my heart when it comes to important decisions and I believe that if this will let you be happy, it must be right.”

“Thanks, lil’ bro,” said Rinne as he ruffled Hiiro’s hair.

#fanfic #rinne amagi #hiiro amagi #rinniki #hiiai #enstars #ensemble stars #my writing

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flokali · 2 years

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— Love Letter | Tartaglia

Warnings: Gn! Reader, yandere, obsessive behavior, slight repetition, mentions of violence and kidnapping, delusional behavior, cussing, manipulative behavior, if I forgot anything ask to tag!

You received a love letter, it had been slipped through the door of your bedroom and caught your eye just as you were preparing to go to bed. You make your way to the door and open it, taking the letter on your way; you look around the empty hallway in hopes of perhaps catching the sender but there’s not a soul in sight.

You close the door, slight uneasiness blooming in your chest as you make sure to lock it - you even think of barricading it but chose otherwise, you doubt it’d stop him if he was determined to find you. With a heavy sigh, you sit on the bed, you look over the simple envelope and hesitate. It was white with his name scribbled on it, you hated to admit it but you always did envy his handwriting, it was deceivingly innocent looking but you knew better; nothing could be innocent if he was involved.

Whatever, you think to yourself, you might as well read what he’s written.

To the sole owner of my heart and soul,

How are you? I know that, by the time this letter reaches you, we probably have only been away for a couple of minutes or at most an hour but I feel inclined to know anyway.

It’s funny, I tend to write quite often - mostly to my family - but I realized I never wrote to you. Mainly because I have never quite let you leave my side but it still felt wrong to not have ever sent you something, my dear.

I hope that, perhaps, this way I can better articulate how I feel, maybe then you’ll be more interested in hearing. I mean, if you’ve read this far without tearing my humble letter apart it must mean I’ve caught your interest, wouldn’t you say? Ah, normally it’s here where you would scold me and tell me to get to the point, I like the way you sound so annoyed — is my voice that unpleasant to you? To me, your voice is easily the most alluring sound I have ever heard. If I could, I would like to have it replace the voice that narrates my thoughts; it’d be romantic, no? It'd feel like you could never leave my side… but then it’d only be fair if your thoughts were narrated by me; in that case, I would never leave your thoughts either~ I like the way it sounds…

You know, I think we’ve come quite far, wouldn’t you say? I remember the first night you spent home with me, you tried suffocating me with that pillow while you said all those cruel things, how long has it been since you’ve gotten angry like that at me? Four or so months by now? You’ve begun falling for me, haven’t you? Ah…

Just the thought makes me want to rip my heart out and give it to you! You falling in love with me, I’m getting excited at the idea – you’d be such a lovely spouse for me. I’m sure that if we keep working together you’ll love me just as much as I love you! You’ll want to die without me, you’ll want to breathe only the air I breathe, you’ll need to feel my skin against yours to feel alive, you’ll want to be one with each other until we can’t live apart, I’ll be the only thought in your mind! We’ll be such a lovely couple, in love and together and happy with a cute little family too.

Fuck… I miss you so much; I really do love you.

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you so much and I need you to understand that and that everything I do is for you. I know you’re angry at me for stealing you away from that horrible life you had (because it was horrible, don’t try to deny it) but you need to understand I had to take you away, I can’t live without you. Not anymore. You’ll understand it someday and when you do, you’ll thank me, I’m sure.

I just couldn’t stand the thought of you being without me, the thought of other people touching you, talking to you, looking at you, thinking about you. It pissed me off. It makes me want to tear their eyes out, carve their hearts and make sure they can’t even think about you ever again, I simply can’t let them live. I can’t let them do that to you, I can’t allow you to be soiled by another who isn’t me.

I know right now you may struggle understanding that, but I know you’ll eventually come to see things my way. Be honest, sweetheart, were you truly happy? I can provide for you, I can love you, I can give you everything you want and deserve; I’m the only person who can love you the way you deserve to be loved. You need me as I need you, it’s that simple. Our love is the purest love there can be and there will come a day you’ll see, I’ll make sure of that.

It’s getting late and I want you to receive this letter before you go to sleep, I heard that when you read a letter from someone before bed you’ll dream about them, so I’ll wrap things up for now. Make sure to have plenty of dreams about me, okay? If you don’t, I’ll know~

Rest well, my darling.

With love,

Your ever loving Ajax.

#๋࣭ ancient scrolls #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere tartaglia #yandere childe #yandere ajax #yandere male #yandere #yandere genshin x reader #yandere x reader #yandere letter #yanderecore

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omgkalyppso · 12 days

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15 Lines of Dialogue

15 Lines of Dialogue Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

I was tagged by @ghostwise! Thank you! (✿◕‿◕)

You were worried about being long winded, but I'm going to do both Fae, and then Étoile below the cut. And you can all count yourselves lucky I'm not doing Borgakh too.

I'll tag @the-eldritch-it-gay, @razrogue, @lucius-the-sinful, @recurringwriter, @bosspigeon,

@eeldritchblast, @dustdeepsea and YOU.

Fae

"I trust that whatever Seteth discovers won't delay our scheming." - Expanded Epilogue, Chapter 2: Unbreak My Crest

"You'll be no use to her if you kill yourself to get there." - Expanded Epilogue, Chapter 3: Bound By More Than Blood

"My father always called me his child, never his daughter. I don't think it would suit me. Should the time come, I will be a spouse, and not a wife." - Expanded Epilogue, Chapter 3: A Prospective Invitation

"I … I'm so afraid that any time I close my eyes - to sleep, to blink - that I'll open them to another five years lost." - Gentle Moments, Chapter 1: Nightmare

"I know," they sighed, pouting. "I want to have this child with you. I want to be a parent. I want to be by your side as we birth and witness families in our new land. I just worry that I want too much." - Gentle Moments, Chapter 3: First Pregnancy

“They will both be so loved and provided for, so sharp and kind like their father, that they could never be so cruel.” Fae’s tone betrayed their smile, as they teased him, “Besides, they won't have a malicious bone in their bodies, I'm making sure of it.” - Gentle Moments, Chapter 6: Names

Fae groaned, asking Claude, “Can you go turn off the music? Or … put on something softer?” - Oops

“No. Hilda,” Fae whined. “You have to tell us when you feel like that, okay? That’s not what I want for us, or for you…” - Shucks, Chapter 2: Tempt Me

"I heard from Hilda what a mess you've gotten yourself into." Lorenz opened his mouth, clearly on the verge of a self-defense and explanation, but Fae pressed on, "I think it's honorable, if a bit misguided." - I Wanna Be Yours, Chapter 4: I'm Not Lost

Fae shook their head, picking out blooms. "Roses are smart," they insisted. "Classy." Lorenz frowned. "Classic," Fae amended. - I Wanna Be Yours, Chapter 4: I'm Not Lost

“I can go embarrass myself some more?” Fae suggested. “I’ll talk about flowers until they question inviting me into their house.” - I Wanna Be Yours, Chapter 26: First Impressions Go Both Ways

“Hump me while you kiss him,” Fae requested, taunting and seductive as they left a kiss on Lorenz’s temple. - I Wanna Be Yours, Chapter 34: What We Do With Tenderness

“You don't have to say anything,” Fae interrupted. “Just look at me. You're doing so well. Hard part’s over.” - The Crest Of The Waves, Chapter 3: 20,000 Leagues Or Less

“He’s already blushing so badly, be nice to him Claude,” they chided. - Oops

“Look at them again before you lie to me,” Fae insisted. - Gentle Moments, Chapter 10: Together At Last

Étoile

“That won’t happen,” Étoile insisted. “Not while we travel together.” - As Many Problems As There Are Stars

“Well now’s the fun part,” Étoile assured him, tossing their remaining clothing on their pile of things as they fell to their knees upon the bedroll, swiping back their hair. “Come here.” - Late Night Celebration Rituals

“Then I will not be plagued by discomfort for my last few hours,” Étoile answered, shaking their head as they sought to dress Astarion in the condom, relieving the item to his care when Astarion brought his hands to the task. - Late Night Celebration Rituals

“And there’s no reason to speculate about leaving people behind,” Étoile said with a groan in their tone, scolding each Wyll and Astarion. “I won’t leave you to die like this.” - Depth Below The Surface

Étoile moved as if to speak, and at first no sound came, just the strain of torn muscles and a wheeze of air, but they tried again very quickly and managed the softest sound. “Hi.” - Running With The Minotaurs

“I’ve been away from the Earthfast Mountains nearly fifty years entirely. The sky that far north is … different? Deadly, and alive, whether with storms or with magic. There are auroras and living tableaus of the heavens. It’s hard for other skies to compare.” - Stargazing

“I’d love to believe in luck. But I don’t think the feats you’ve listed could be counted as such. And — well, my deity of choice isn’t known for that manner of divine intervention. We will have to keep pushing forward to get through this. And I will do all I can.” - Stargazing

Flushed, Étoile confided, “I am greedy though. Glad to have company in this. Glad to have your company, in this.” Astarion blinked, a benign smile across his surprised face. “Not everyone would be so plain in their objections, nor their praise. I’ve appreciated your perspective. You’ve a very logical mind.” - Stargazing

“Sorry,” Étoile offered. They rolled their eyes to the sky, a silent plea to the fallen and a verbal prayer to their goddess for pity, “Oh, sweet Auril.” - Bad At Biting, Chapter 1: Sip you through my front teeth

“It’s alright,” they soothed, senselessly. “I know that there are great complexities when it comes to … the creatures of the night. I know evil is often a matter of perspective. I know that some who die for flesh or blood … aren’t always the victims that clerics make them out to be. Not always.” - Bad At Biting, Chapter 1: Sip you through my front teeth

“Have we not been about choosing lesser evils?” - Bad At Biting, Chapter 1: Sip you through my front teeth

“I had … months of study dedicated to Menzoberranzan history. All certainly outdated now, especially since I heard they had another war this past decade.” - Bad At Biting, Chapter 2: Curse that comes with a kiss

"So there are limits to the distribution of magic," Étoile concluded. "Even innate." - Tu/mblr Post in need of a title and to be posted on a/o3

"I would ask you to dinner, should we survive. I would know you, for any measure that you would trust me. I would celebrate you, even as a friend. But in this moment I would kiss you," Étoile said, feeling their heart beat in the back of their throat, "if it would please you." - Tu/mblr Post in need of a title and to be posted on a/o3

"Are you sure you want to do this? I am content as we have been and I would not assume." Their expression earnest as they continued, "I do not expect that I am owed anything more than you've given to me thus far." - Worship by razrogue

#long post #faedolyn #oc tag: étoile #this filled me with so much love for my oc's you have no idea

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fbfh · 1 year

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husband!kit walker x reader hcs

wc: 900

genre: fluff, domestic bliss

warnings: kit being adorable, optional mention of reader having a bad family, kit standing up for you, kit is a good husband and head over heels for you

song rec: be my baby - the ronettes

a/n: I LOVE THIS MAN!!!! I LOVE HIM!!!!!!! AWOOGA!!!!!! also I actually rested and it only took two days and I feel literally reborn???? I should do that more often lol

@yesv01

Honestly I can’t even start with dating headcanons

Kit Walker is such pure raw husband material that if you get within six feet of him a diamond ring appears on your finger

He’s a simple man really

He just wants to do a good job at some honest work to provide for you

Come home to your cozy house you share

Kiss you on the lips and dance around your kitchen while dinner cooks

Maybe a couple of rugrats running around

You know that tiktok audio of “you can pick anyone fictional to be your husband but divorce is never an option” “I COULD GO INTO HEAVY DETAIL. AND I WILL.”

It’s Kit

That’s literally Kit

If you need a fake husband

Or a temporary husband

Don’t choose Kit

Bc he will treat you so fucking well

You’ll get way way way too attached

To get this out of the way

I hate to see Kit in distress or pain

But dear god does he look hot when he is

Anyway back to happy Kit

Which is all the time bc he is so so happy around you

I’ve said it before I’ll say it again, this man’s full name is Kit “that’s my wife!” (proceeds to knock someone out swiftly with one punch) Walker

He starts every morning by waking up smiling

Because he gets to wake up next to you

He looks at you, all sun soaked in the morning light, and he can’t believe he gets to live another day with a living dream come true like you

Then he wakes you up with kisses

So so so many kisses

Sometimes other things but that’s another story (and not for the sfw hcs)

This man knows everything about you

He knows how you like your coffee or tea or whatever, your favorite food, your favorite songs for kitchen dancing

He knows everything you love and hate

Yk the “excuse me! he asked for no pickles >:(“ meme

That’s Kit

Kit will (very politely bc he’s kind and understands how hard it is to work jobs that involve the general public bc of all the assholes that come through the garage) fix your order if someone gets it wrong

When someone asks if he’s your boyfriend he’ll happily and proudly correct them that he’s actually your husband

He doesn’t do the thing where he holds up his hand and points to his ring but he will pull you close and wrap his arms around you

And most likely kiss you in front of the person

God I haven’t brought up The Look in a while

But Kit Walker CONSTANTLY looks at you with The Look

Like all the goddamn time

He’s not racist, probably an ally, and definitely a feminist

And he loves you so so much

God he’s such a catch

Once your friends spend a few minutes around him they start to realize that too

Or anyone really

You’re usually met with “wow where did you dig him up?? Where did you find him?? How do I get one??”

Feel free to say you met at the mental hospital bc no one can tell if you’re joking or not

And he is literally perfect to bring as your date to holiday parties and family events

I mean he’s your husband so why wouldn’t he be your date

But no matter how hectic or crazy family stuff gets, he can totally handle it

He’s the perfect buffer

He’s so naturally smooth and likable and charming

Everyone in your life that meets him totally approves

I mean all they have to do is see the way he looks at you

No one can deny that

If your family is really bad

Or generally not someone you want to be around

Kit will defend the HELL out of you

He’s not scared of confrontation, especially if it’s on your behalf

And he is not scared to counter any underhanded comments with “Now, what did you mean by that?”

Will not let it go

He’s not going to let anyone talk shit about his spouse, his love, his sweetheart

Especially the people that should have your back

It’s so interesting to watch because even when he’s confronting someone and defending you and telling people off for thinking they can treat you like that

It still doesn’t make him feel scary or less gentle than you know he is

And he is so so gentle with you

He says I love you all the time

With every touch

Every kiss

Every look and act of service

He’s saying it

He tells you how much he loves you all the time

Because how can he not??

You’re the most knockout dynamite dreamboat he could ever hope to be around

He doesn’t know how he got you to fall for him back

How he got you to love him

(he absolutely swept you off your feet)

But he’s just so glad that you do

He knows you inside and out

He knows everything about you

And he loves all of it

And you know everything about him

And you love him right back

Because you guys really are a match made in heaven

#kit walker #kit walker x reader #husband!kit walker #ahs #ahs x reader

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mcx7demonbros · 1 year

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I’m Running for President

Ft. GN!MC, the Demon Brothers

C/W. None. It’s like politics, but no political position stated. It’s just a fun read.

No proofread

N.B. “President” here doesn’t necessarily mean President of the United States. It could be President of any country.

You are fed up with how your country is running and where it is heading, so you have decided: you’re running for the presidency. Because it’s an important decision to make, so after filing all the necessary papers, you decided to talk with your treasured family - the Demon Brothers.

The eldest’s eyes widened in surprise a little when you said you were running for presidency. Honestly, the idea of you running for presidency never crossed his mind. When you first arrived in the Devildom, you were no different from a small scared animal, from Lucifer’s perspective. But at that moment, you were like a lion fighting to seize control of the territory and its habitants from an unworthy opponent. He couldn’t help but feel pride swelling in his chest.

“Go for it.” Lucifer gave you his support. “I’m looking forwards to the result. Though whatever it may be, I’m very proud of you.”

“Running for President? Pffft…hahaha…with that absentminded stare, ya not gonna convince anyone to vote for ya.” Mammon tried to mask his worry for you by laughing. The second eldest read a lot about assassinated politicians, and it haunted him, he thought that 99.8% of presidents got shot and died somewhere during their presidency or political career.

“Mammon,” you looked at his eyes, held his hand and said, “I know what I’m doing. I know it’s dangerous, but I can’t just ignore whatever is taking place in my country. Beside, presidents are heavily protected. On top of that, different from other presidents, I have you, Mammon, my first demon.”

A drop of tear nearly escaped Mammon’s eye corner. “Alright, do what ya believe is right. Other things like security, just let the Great Mammon take care of them.”

“What!? You’re running for the presidency?” Levi was completely bewildered and torn. On one hand, he felt happy for you, you were taking a bug step there to help your country and to reach the top of the world, it’s like the protagonists in anime and manga. On the other hand, Levi’s only friend was going to leave him because if you were to be elected, you would have to time to play games with him anymore

Though the positive emotion in Levi soon overcame the negative one the more he thought about you and your conviction.

“Just like the protagonist, you’re going to save the world. Promise to never forget your best friend.” Levi demanded. “If you broke the promise, you would be cursed and be swallowed by a sea monster.”

“Alright, I promise.” You even made a otaku move of oath with Levi.

A few days later, you spotted a comment on one of your opponents’ videos, from an account named Levi3chan69, saying “This guy’s a joke. He doesn’t know how to run a country. Vote MC! MC 20XX [sheep flag].” Normally, you wouldn’t let online comments get into your head to focus on your campaign, but this comment particularly put a smile on your face.

“Are you sure?” Satan asked.

“I’m sure.” You answered the fourth born without hesitation.

“Alright, if it is competing the presidency that you want, I’ll support you wholeheartedly.”

“Thank you, Satan.”

“By the way, do you need a campaign director?”

When Asmo heard about your decision, he couldn’t help but worry. Like his brothers, he asked about your resolve. After you reconfirmed that you would run, Asmo showed you his support.

“MC, to run for president, it’s important to look your best to attract people to look at you and listen to you. So let me take care of your make-up.”

During one of your make-up sessions, Asmo suddenly asked. “Hey MC, you will need a partner during your campaign and a First Lady/Gentlemen/Spouse if you’re elected, right? Have you decided which of us for the position?”

Beel only realized what you had said after swallowing the burger he was having. After you showed your determination when he asked for it, Beel showed his support for you.

“Understood. Focus on your campaign, whatever harm seeks you, I’ll shield you from it.” Beel gave you a burger among the ones he was devouring. “Always make sure to eat your meal. Eating is important, president or not.”

“MC, come, let’s cuddle.” Belphie said the moment he saw you. You told Belphie your decision to run for President during your cuddle session.

“Hey, Belphie. I’m gonna run for President.”

“Hehe, good joke, MC. Now, let’s sleep.”

“I’m serious.”

Belphie opened wide his ready-to-close eyes.

“Presidency is a hassle you don’t need, MC. You will become grumpy like Lucifer.”

“I know. But I believe I have to do it.”

“Very well.” Belphie smiled at you before pulling you into a tight cuddle. “Sleep is important. A President will need to make sure they get enough sleep. Otherwise, you will become grumpy Lucifer 2.0.”

#obey me #omswd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me headcanons #obey me demon brothers

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sorin-in-the-stars · 2 years

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A Hint of Wine and Love...

A Hint of Wine and Love

Diluc x GN! Reader

Contents : Modern AU, Fake dating AU, Fluff

Summary : Diluc asks you to pretend to be his spouse for an event, and you accept. He said that after this was over you may ask for whatever you want as payment. But do either of you want it to end?

Wc : 1.2k

Requested? No.

Pt. 2 Pt. 3

Ao3

Me and my friend kept talking about this so here it is! I will be posting another chapter for this at some point, and I do have a plan for this!

I hope you enjoy!

“I have a proposition for you.” He spoke, setting down a bottle of grape juice. “You pretend to be my spouse, and in return..” he paused for a moment, “We can discuss that at a later date. I'll give you time to think over what you would like in return.”

You sat there, appalled. Watching Diluc pour two glasses of grape juice. You thought it over for a few moments. “Why…do you need this, exactly?” You questioned, accepting the glass being handed to you.

“It’s simple. There is an event that requires everyone to have a spouse. A weird requirement really. But I need to attend.” He sighed, taking a sip of his own juice. He leaned back onto the couch relaxing a little. “It’s best if we start this soon, so it seems more… real. Though you can take your time.” You nodded along, leaning forward with your elbows on your knees. You gave it some thought. He didn’t say what you couldn’t ask for in return, but there are no doubts that he would accept nearly anything to give to you for this. “Hmm, how soon is this event?”

“In a few weeks' time, hence why I am asking now.” He answered.

It would make more sense to start this arrangement sooner rather than later, the media would go crazy over this. You exhaled steadily, and smiled at him, coming to your decision. “Let’s do it then! Let’s date!” You smiled, putting your hand out for him to shake and make it official.

Diluc returned your smile and reached out his own hand. He firmly shook yours. His hand was warm and rough, with small callouses just above the palm. He pulled away and leaned back into the couch. “I’ll have Adelinde set up a room for you in the manor, couples do tend to live with each other after all.” Diluc took another sip of his juice.

“Wait- a room? Shouldn’t I go home and pack my stuff then?” You questioned. There was surely enough room for your items, and enough help too, but this was all so sudden! You didn’t know how to feel about a sudden move like that.

“You could if you like. Or…I can get Adelinde to send some of the staff to do it for you. It would be easier.” Could you really allow others into your home to pack your items? What if they found something you’d rather keep private? They wouldn’t speak about it anyways, right? It’s very normal to sleep with a stuffed animal anyways… Diluc sure would know.

At the end of the day, Diluc would not let you do it on your own. So now, here you stood in the middle of your one-bedroom apartment with him packing your clothing and other assortments of items into a box. “You have..” He paused, lifting a shirt up to his own view before folding it. “An interesting taste in clothes.”

“Thank..you?” You replied in a questionable tone. It was just a t-shirt. Maybe it was because of its design on it? “Diluc, you really don’t need to help- I could have done this on my own you know.” He laughed, eyes closed for a second, a small smile on his face. “I merely want to help, Love.”

The pet name caught you off guard, so you stood there stunned. Your cheeks started to turn red so you shook your head and turned to face the other way, continuing with packing your stuff into boxes. “Where did that come from?” You question.

“Hm? Do you not like it?” He threw a question right back at you. How sly of him, to ignore your first question. Diluc wasn’t one for sweet pet names, so it was out of character for him. Or so you thought. It was a sweet name- but a bit surprising to say the least.

“It’s not that.” You reply, crouching down to reach stuff on the bottom of a shelf. “Just didn’t expect it.” You add on, putting a few small decorations into a box.

“Oh? Well, we should get used to this. We’ll need to keep up this facade for about two months.” Diluc closes up a box, taping it shut before picking it up and putting it with the rest of your taped-up boxes. “If it bothers you please tell me. I will refrain from using such names in private.”

What a gentleman.

You shake your head. You enjoyed the idea of the facade starting in private, it gives you time to get used to Diluc acting as your boyfriend. “It’s okay. I’ll have to get used to it.” You laugh, tapping up the box you finished packing.

You stood up and wiped your forehead clean of sweat. “We’re done! All that’s left is the furniture…” You turned to look at all the furniture in your room and apartment. Sighing you pushed up your non-existent sleeves as if preparing to work more.

“No need, there is some at the manor for you.” How rich is this guy? To have a spare bedroom with furniture? Who in the world has that? Someone rich that's for sure. And you are now ‘dating’ a rich guy.

“But what about this stuff? I can’t just throw it out..” You pause to think for a moment. “I could sell it…” That’s what to do. You sell all your old furniture, not thinking about how you would furnish your home once this arrangement is over. Maybe he can just buy you a whole new apartment and fully furnish it as payment for this?

After you had posted the ads, and people came by to pick said items up, the two of you left the now vacant apartment. But now you two were at the manor, tasked with unpacking. You hated moving.

“Diluc? Can we please take a break?” You called out, sounding near childlike with the whining. You were tired and wanted to just lay down in the soft bed he had provided you with. All Diluc did was laugh softly. He lifted up another box onto the bed and opened it. “You can take a break. I will keep working at it.” He started digging through the box, putting things, where he thought, would be best.

To that, you collapsed onto the bed where no boxes sat. You sighed happily and let your body relax and sink into the bed. “This bed is way too soft to be real.” You grabbed a corner of the blanket and wrapped it around yourself, too comfortable to move much more from that moment on.

“This was a guest room and I wanted my rooms to have the best.” Diluc grabbed the now empty box and flattened it, tossing it with the rest of the other ones. “And I’m done.” He said, moving to sit at the foot of the bed.

“Thank you Diluc, you were a huge help.” You thanked him, pushing yourself under the blankets for more comfort.

“You welcome, my dear.” He said, patting your head gently. He stood up, turning to the door. “We can talk more in the morning. Rest well.” Diluc then walked out of your new bedroom, making sure to turn the lights off.

As you lay in the dark, you think to yourself. Maybe this arrangement won’t be too terribly bad. Diluc seemed like a nice boyfriend, regardless if he was actually your boyfriend or not.

#diluc #diluc x reader #diluc fluff #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #fluff #genshin fanfic #genshin impact fanfic #modern au #fake dating au #sorin whispers #-sorin whispers writing

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zackcollins · 2 years

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take my name || adley rutschman

Author’s Note: Hi, hi! I’m back with another fic! It’s been a minute since I’ve written one. I haven’t had much inspiration for fics but I finally got some today!! This is also my first fic for Dadley Adley so please be kind. Anyways. GIF credit to me, myself, and I!

Warnings: There is a brief mention of pregnancy but other than that, I think it’s alright. Let me know if I missed something though. I’ll happily add it for you!

Word Count: 832 (short boi)

Title: Take My Name by Parmalee

Additional: The reader can be read as gender-neutral! I know I said there was a brief mention of pregnancy, but the language is really, really vague so anyone that can and wants to be pregnant (whether they’re feminine or not) can envision themselves in this fic! Hope that’s okay and I hope everyone enjoys this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

It was your birthday and you and Adley were celebrating by spending the day at the beach. You had spent all morning fooling around in the waves, splashing the water back and forth at each other as you both laughed your heads off. Then, you had spent all afternoon playing with the sand to see who could make the best sandcastle. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, Adley had bested you tenfold with his gorgeous sandcastle that looked like something straight out of a sandcastle competition. Now that the sun was starting to set, the two of you were walking along the shoreline hand in hand as a cool breeze swirled around you.

Just as the sun got to the horizon and made the sky light up like it was on fire, Adley stopped walking. You turned to look at him, a look of confusion on your face.

“Is something wrong? Did you step on some glass or a stick?” You asked, using your free hand to motion down to Adley’s barefeet.

Adley smiled softly and chuckled as he shook his head. “No, nothing like that.”

Before you could say anything in response, Adley let go of your hand and dropped to one knee. He reached into the pocket of his shorts and pulled out a black ring box. When he popped it open, there was a black and orange engagement ring glistening in what little sunlight remained.

“Adley, I—”

“Don’t say anything yet,” Adley said, his voice sounding a little nervous. “I wanna say my bit first. If that’s alright with you?”

Nodding, you put one of your hands on Adley’s shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze. Adley looked over at your hand before he looked up at you and mouthed ‘thank you’. Nodding again, you motioned your hand encouragingly to let your boyfriend know that you were ready for him to say whatever it was that he had planned out.

“Okay, so...” Adley paused to run a hand along the back of his neck. You squeezed his shoulder again to reassure him that everything was alright. He seemed to appreciate that because he smiled softly at you and patted your wrist before he continued to speak. “I was wondering if you’d, um, take my hand in marriage and become my spouse? I have enough of this waiting bullshit and taking my time because how I feel with you... It’s the best I’ve ever felt.”

You felt your stomach twist in knots and your heart rate increase significantly at what Adley had just said. Your legs also felt they were suddenly made of gelatin. So, you did the only thing you could think to do: you sat down in the sand so you didn’t fall over later.

Adley chuckled as he brought one of his hands over and began running it soothingly along your kneecap. “I know this might be a little crazy for you because it might seem kinda soon. But I have more to say if you want me to say it.”

Swallowing thickly around a knot in your throat, you nodded. “Keep going. I wanna hear everything.”

Smiling softly, Adley squeezed your knee. “I’ve known from the first time I saw you that we were gonna get married one day.” Adley placed the ring box on the sand in between the two of you so he could grab each side of your face. He ran his thumbs along your cheeks before he leaned forward and placed a kiss to your forehead.

When Adley leaned back, you felt your stomach fill with butterflies when you saw the look of utter fondness and love on his face.

“Aren’t you worried that everyone else will think it’s too early?” You were a little hesitant as you asked because, deep down, you knew it was also the right time.

Adley chuckled, a small smirk washing across his lips. “Let them think what the damn well want.” He took one of his fingers and tapped your nose, his smirk turning to a fond smile. “I’m ready. I don’t wanna waste any time because I want you in every single part of my life.”

You picked up the ring box and looked at Adley with a bemused look. “You know? If anybody asked me, I’d say you probably would’ve been the last guy on your team to get married.”

Smiling, Adley held his hands up in surrender. “I know, I know. But every time I looked at you, my brain kept imagining that whole ‘white picket fence, two kids, and a dog’ thing.”

Smirking, you grabbed the ring and slid it onto your finger before you handed Adley back the ring box. “Well, it’s your lucky day then.”

“How do you mean?”

You grabbed Adley’s hand that didn’t have the ring box and placed it on your lower abdomen. He looked at you with confusion and you chuckled.

“We’re getting one of those two kids that you want.”

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depressedhatakekakashi · 1 year

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No Romance For Me Today

@kakagaievents

Prompt: Mythology

Words: 3719

Wednesday, six o’five pm.

Gai stared at the clock that hung over the shelf full of romance books, watching as the seconds ticked by. It was only five minutes, but he found it difficult not to worry.

Every wednesday at six pm sharp the bookshops door would swing in and Hatake Kakashi would walk in looking like the most beautiful person Gai had ever seen.

It didn’t matter if the man looked like he was about to collapse from sleep deprevation, or if he had his nose buried in the last book he bought trying desperatly to finish it before he continued on to find himself a new book for the week.

No matter what, Kakashi always looked like a gift from the gods to Gai. Perhaps he didn’t believe in whatever gods had carefully crafted Kakashi into the being of utter cool perfection that he was, but that didn’t matter.

Some devine being had to have had a hand in making Kakashi the exact way he was, abd they had to have had Gai in mind while they were working. There was no other explanation for why he ticked every box in Gai’s long list of ‘datable traits’.

Every wendsday Gai was greeted with that beautiful face and that charming attitude, and no matter how poorly his day had gone before it would always cheer him up.

Except, today Kakashi was late.

Six minutes late according to the clock, which was still ticking away unbothered the absence of that handsome, cool man that Gai always looked forward to seeing.

The one whom his heart skipped for. Who could always make him smile, no matter what he was talking about. Gai would happily listen to the other man blabber about the latest romance novel he read, or the importance of a well balanced diet for all of the dogs he claimed to have.

“If only he’d show up,” he sighed, eyes glued on the clock as the big hand shifted forward, now pointing at the seven. “Where could he be?”

At that moment, as if the universe was listening to his complaints and decided to take pity on him, the shop door swung open and struck the little bell that hung over it. Gai’s head whipped up, wincing when a muscle in the back of his neck was tugged a little too hard.

That was a pain he’d be feeling for the next two days, but it was worth it because he was rewarded with the sweetest sight.

Hatake Kakashi stood there at the door in all of his messy haired glory, a picture so beautiful that Gai wouldn't dare drag his eyes away even if he could.

There was only one problem. Rather than greeting Gai with a cheerful smile that was only visible in the way his eyes curved downwards and the subtle tilt of his head, Kakashi gave him a defeated look.

A look that wove tales of a long, difficult night that no words could ever hope to explain.

“Please, don’t ask,” Kakashi sighed, putting a stop to all of the questions stirring in Gai’s mind. “I do not have the energy to explain it all.”

With that conversation shoved to the side, Kakashi focused on rubbing his shoes against the mat that greeted customers upon their entrance with the words ‘A Spouse is for Life, but a book is forever’.

Redirecting his attention, Gai snatched the book he’d set off to the side for just this moment and proudly held it up beside his face. “I have something that will put a smile right back on your face,” he promised. “It’s brand new. I just got it in last night and the reviews are pretty impressive . Look,” turning the book around, he jabbed a finger against the back. Right under the name of Kakashi’s favourite author. “Jiraiya even reviewed it and he says it’s quite impressive.”

Kakashi’s eyes locked onto the book, but instead of the unrestrained excitement that Gai had been hoping to see sparkling in Kakashi’s eyes, he was greeted instead with a look of utter hopelessness.

“Thank you, Gai, but I think i’ll stay away from the romance section for today.” words that Gai thought he would never hear in his lifetime were now being spoken directly towards him and the only thing he could do was stand there staring at Kakashi as though he’d grown a second head. His mind raced to think up a reason for the sudden change in Kakashi’s attitude today, sifting through all of the pausable answers and dismissing them as he went along.

Was he having a bad dream? No, a small pinch of the skin on the back of his hand ruled out that answer.

Could Kakashi be sick? Although he looked worse for wear there was nothing that Gai could see that would indicate he had a fever that would cause him to refuse his favorite genre of books.

“Gai,” Trotting through the little store, Kakashi stopped directly in front of the till and stared at Gai with a tired expression. “I’m sorry, I’ll take the book. I just-” he reached out to claim the book from Gai’s hands, but before he could Gai moved it back. Just out of reach of those slender fingers that Gai had watched flip through the pages of countless books.

“No no,” he insisted, placing the book back beside his till and beginning to think. “If you’re not in the mood for romance that’s fine. The book can wait until next week, or the week after that.”

Or whenever you feel well enough to return to being that romance loving dork that I fell in love with.

Banishing that thought from his mind, Gai focused instead of thinking of a different book that Kakashi might enjoy reading. Something that would get his mind off of romance, or perhaps provide him with that little bit of romance he thrived off of while not having it as the main theme.

A book that was sure to brighten his day.

“Ah!” An idea struck him suddenly. “I have the perfect one.” making his way around the till, he stepped out and ushed Kakashi to follow him. “They’re actually pretty special. Usually I get my stock on tuesdays.”

“Mhmm,” Kakashi nodded, following Gai through the tiny shop towards the back end where a bookshelf labeled ‘History’ sat. “That’s why I come on Wednesdays.”

“Well, I got this one in just today,” he continued, scanning the bookshelf for that brilliant navy blue cover that had caught his eyes when he first opened the book that morning. It’s supposed to be really good. The writer, Sage, apparently has a talent for weaving tales and they’ve decided to use that talent for mythology.”

It only took a second to locate the book. With beautiful cursive writing on the spine and a bolt of lighting at the bottom it was a hard book to miss.Gai had almost purchased one for himself, but he’d thought better of it. There was little time for him to read between school, work and his daily workouts. Kakashi, though. He was someone who would get through the five hundred page book with ease.

“And what’s so special about it?” Kakashi asked, eyeing the enormous book with an uneasy expression.

“Well…” thinking it over, Gai found himself with no real explanation. There was nothing about the book that matched Kakashi’s usual reading habits, and he’d never seen the other man carry anything bigger than two hundred pages. He wasn’t sure why this book had come to mind over everything else in the little store, but it seemed perfect. As if it had somehow been made specifically for Kakashi.

“Nevermind,” waving away his question, Kakashi held out a hand. “It’s better than suffocating myself with more stupid romance.”

Hearing those words, Gai took a step back and moved the book away from Kakashi’s grasp, just as he had done with the first book except this time it was a movement he had made without any real thought.

There was no reason for him to keep the book from Kakashi, but there was something gnawing on his mind. A question that he needed an answer to before he gave up such a precious object.

“Why?”

Kakashi stared at him with a blank expression. “I don’t understand,” he admitted, tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy. “Why what?’

There were a hundred ways Gai could think of to ask his question. Fifty of them would be to personal and likely end with Kakashi rolling his eyes and giving a half answer, and the other fifty were too vague. Either way, Gai was sure Kakashi would find a way to squirm his way out of answering and he’d end up giving him the book without knowing what was on his mind.

Still, Gai felt that he had to ask. Even if he didn’t get a straight answer his question could let Kakashi know that he wasn’t alone. That he didn’t need to keep his thoughts all to himself, locked away from the rest of the world.

“Why are you so adverse to romance today?” the words struck hard. Gai could tell because Kakashi immediately averted his eyes and his shoulder’s slumped in a posture that he could only describe as defeat.

Whatever had happened, it was bad. Really bad.

“I just…” biting his lower lip, Kakashi eyed the book in Gai’s hand for a moment. “I really don’t want to explain, Gai.”

“You don’t trust me?”

“That’s not it at all,” he insisted. “I’ve just had a really bad week.”

Week.

Gai had expected to hear that Kakashi had experienced a bad day, and he was prepared to offer any solutions that he could to perk his friend up, but a bad week was different. That was a whole lot of terrible that Gai wasn’t sure he was equipped to help fight against.

Still, he had to try. If only because he wanted to see Kakashi smile again.

“What kind of a bad week?” he pushed, laying the book down in his hands and cracking it open so that Kakashi could see the beautiful art that decorated the inside. With the main character of the book, the god of storms, standing in the middle of a field of flowers surrounded by his eight beautiful dog’s. Each of the dog’s looked regular, one even resembling the small pug that Kakashi sometimes brought into the store with him, but there was one special trait that stood out in the picture. The lightning that seemed to surround them, extending outwards from their bodies as if it was coming from them.

The move worked. Kakashi’s eyes immediately brightened up when he saw the art. His fingers hovered by his leg, twitching slightly. As if Kakashi was holding himself back from snatching the book right out of Gai’s hands.

After a moment of silence, Kakashi sighed. “I …went on a few dates.”

Gai tried his best not to let the hurt show in his eyes. He knew he didn’t have any sort of claim to Kakashi, but it still stung hearing that someone else had managed to gather up the courage to ask him out. Something that Gai, a man known for his outgoing personality and unbending determination, had found impossible to manage.

“A date,” he repeated, mulling over the word. “But that’s good, isn’t it? Going out on a date means that you got to go to dinner. You got to talk about your favorite book.”

There was no one in the world who could resist Kakashi’s charm when he was gushing about the latest novel he’d read. At least, Gai knew for certain that he couldn’t. Everytime Kakashi started on one of his passionate discussions about the books he read Gai found himself getting wrapped up in them. As if Kakashi was tugging him along, introducing him to each character and warning him of all of the danger that they would face on their journey’s.

He’d tried reading a few of the book’s Kakashi had told him about, but they never turned out to be as good as Kakashi said they were. That, or he simply preferred hearing them from Kakashi more.

‘Surely anyone who has the opportunity to listen to him for five minutes would fall in love with him.’ he thought. ‘I can’t be the only one’

Kakashi’s expression told a different story, though. These weren’t dates that ended with first kisses and hopes for a second, more spectacular date.

No, what Gai found himself staring at was an expression of hopelessness. A look that one would only have if they’d found themselves facing a brick wall after journeying for hours to locate a beautiful garden.

“I just…I’m not really someone who should be dating,” Kakashi whispered, speaking words that Gai knew he could never agree with. “No matter what I do I seem to disappoint everyone I go out with, and I’ve gone out a lot.”

Gai turned his eyes towards the open book in his hands. He hadn’t read the stories written across those beautiful gold edge pages, but he’d heard a few of them in the mythology class he took last year. Stories of the god of storms, awkward and often misunderstood by mortals and gods alike.

When he’d first met Kakashi he’d found himself thinking about those stories. About how much the god of storms reminding him of his passionate, if sometimes awkward, friend.

“Perhaps you just haven’t found the right person.” he whispered, surprised by the words that slipped past his mouth.

“The right person?” Kakashi grumbled. “Is there even such a person? All anyone seems to want from me is some mysterious, aloof cool guy that they can prop up on a pedestal and show to other’s. They want a trophy and they’re always disappointed when they realize that i’m not that shiny trophy that they made me out to be in their mind.”

A trophy. Gai couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought.

A trophy was something to be kept on display, shown to everyone who passed by. An object that one could hold out to others and say ‘look what I accomplished. Can you do this?’.

There was a whole display of trophies in Gai’s tiny apartment. Race trophies, soccer trophies, wrestling trophies. Gai was immensely proud of each one of them, but they didn’t compare to Kakashi.

Trophies didn’t gush about books while smiling as bright as the stars that decorated the night sky. They didn’t laugh when Gai challenged them to a silly competition, or blush when he offered to buy coffee the next time they visited him.

Trophies were nice, but they were nothing compared to Hatake Kakashi. Why anyone would want a trophy when they could have something so much better was beyond him.

Shutting the book, he held it out towards Kakashi. A small offering that he could only hope helped mend some of the pain in Kakashi’s heart.

“You’re not a trophy,” he assured him, smiling when Kakashi’s eyes widened. “You’re so much more than that, Kakashi. Anyone who can’t see that isn’t worthy of your attention or your dedication.”

For a second it looked as thought Kakashi was about to start crying. There was a tear that seemed to linger in the edge of his eye, but before it could fall Kakashi lifted a hand and gently wiped it away.

“Is there?” he asked, his voice uncharacteristically weak. “And if there is, why can’t I find them? Why can’t I have the same story as Emiko-san, or Hashirama-san?” Both names came from different books, but Gai recognized them none the less. Emiko was the main character of ‘Tidal waves’, the first book that Gai had saved specifically for Kakashi’s wednesday visit and proudly presented to him as soon as he walked through the doors. Hashirama was the name of the main character from Jiraiya’s first book, and the one Kakashi always seemed to compare to every other character he met in his books. “What if-”

Knowing where the conversation was about to go, Gai stepped forward and pressed a finger intoer the centre of Kakashi’s chest. Not hard enough to force him backwards, but enough to get him out of his head and back into reality.

“None of that,” he insisted. “That person is out there, Kakashi. They’re waiting for you, they just…they might not know how to broach the subject with you.” Kakashi laughed at that. Not the sweet joyful laugh that Gai had come to adore, but a bitter angry laugh that sent chills down his spine.

“And who would be stupid enough to want me?” he asked. “So many people have shown interest. They’ve always been the one’s to ask me out and I’ve always said yes because that’s what you’re supposed to do, right? You give people a chance because they might be the one.”

“You’re getting lost in your stories again,” laying his hand out against Kakashi’s chest, he sighed. “Not everything has to be like the books. Sometimes you’re allowed to turn people down.”

Kakashi huffed. “It would be nice if my other friends thought the same way as you do,” he grumbled. “Still, at some point there should have been someone who at least liked speaking with me, right? Not everyone should look so damn offended when i open my mouth.”

“Not everyone is offended when you open your mouth.

“You know what I mean,” he groaned, rolling his eyes. “You, Obito, Kurenai, Asuma, Yamato. All of you seem to be fine with me talking your ear off, but none of you want to date me so it’s different.”

Gai bit his tongue. He wanted to tell Kakashi how wrong he was. To assure him that he would happily date him, if only he had the opportunity. This was Kakashi’s moment to vent, though, and Gai was certain he’d only make things worse if he suddenly started confessing all of his pent up feelings to him.

“I just…I don’t want to read another story where the hero gets everything they want,” he sighed, lowering his gaze to the floor. “I can’t handle seeing someone else get everything they could ever want, while I can’t even get someone who wants to spend more than five minutes speaking with me.”

A hero that doesn’t get everything they want.

Gai’s focus returned to the book he was holding. Through all of his mythology classes he’d always found himself thinking one thing over and over again.

The god of storms always gets the unhappy ending.

Even with a mortal lover and an immortal lover, it always seemed like the hero of these stories always got the short end of the stick. Someone would die, or there would be a goodbye at the end of the story.

It always seemed to him as though nothing ever worked out, even though the focus of the story was a god. Someone who everyone could understand getting exactly what he wanted.

“Here,” he gave in and held the book out to Kakashi. “If that’s what you want, then I think this will be the perfect book for you.”

Levelling his eyes on the book, Kakashi took a deep breath. “You’re sure?”

“Well, I haven’t read it myself,” he shrugged. “But I know a bit about the subject and while there is romance in some of the fables I can confidently say that it never ends the same way that your romance novels do.”

Lifting his hands, Kakashi took hold of the book and slowly extracted it from Gai’s grasp without any struggle. “It is beautiful,” he whispered as his eyes traced over the golden letters that formed the title. “And it’ll take a while to get through.”

“A week, or maybe two if you take it slow,” Gai snickered at his own terrible joke. He knew Kakashi was a fast reader, but with university and every other responsibility that came with life there was no way he’d finish the book before his next visit to the little bookshop. “But there’s no rush. Either way I’ll have another book for you next week.”

He’d keep the one he’d already saved for Kakashi, just in case he decided to return to the genre he loved so much. If not, he was sure to find something else. There was a whole bookshop to look through, and a whole slew of topics he knew Kakashi would enjoy.

“Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome,” he grinned. “And, Kakashi,” familiar black eyes stared at him, waiting for him to say whatever would come out of his mouth next. “There is someone out there for you.”

The sound Kakashi made was somewhere between a huff and a snort. Unattractive if it had come from anyone else, but easily one of the most beautiful sounds Gai had ever heard, if only because it was Kakashi who made it. “Can you point them towards me if you see them?”

Thinking about it, he smiled. “I think I can manage to do that, yes.”

It would take a lot of work, and a whole lot of confidence that he seemed to lack when it came to opening his heart to Kakashi, but Gai was a determined man. If there was something he needed to do, he would do it. He just needed time to figure out how to do it, and time for Kakashi to heal from the hurt that was plaguing his heart today.

“Until then,” he turned back towards the front of the store and began walking, a smile stretching across his face when he heard Kakashi falling into step behind him. “I have doughnuts and tea from the shop down the street, and a lot of work to do. Think you’re up to keeping me company?”

Behind him, Kakashi laughed for the first time that evening. A small, endearing laugh that awoke a whole kaleidoscope of butterflies inside of Gai’s stomach. They bounced around, fluttering and twisting around until Gai could no longer hold back his own laughter.

“Gai,” Kakashi caught up to him with one giant step and gently bumped their shoulders together. “I’m always happy to keep you company. Especially when you feed me.”

#kakagai #Kakagai Fantasy Week #Bookshop Worker Gai au

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luimagines · 1 year

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I’ve never really written something like this, so I am sorry if The Chain doesn’t sound like themselves or something maybe out, I just wanted to share this thought.

With the ongoing post about Hyrule’s spouse (reader), if have me a thought/idea.

Instead of the Chain knowing who is coming when a burst of power comes through as the reader time travels, what if they didn’t.

…..Um….we’ll it goes a bit like this

Hyrule had disappeared again with Wild for the third time during the walk to their destination. Of course Legend and Twilight were about to go searching for them when a group of bokoblin and moblins coming out of the forest they were about to search. Drawn either by the Chains yelling for Hyrule and Wild or from running away from something the Chain won’t know, as they get their swords and shields at the ready.

(Fight scene)

As the last of the bokoblins and moblins drop dead, the wind picks up and a huge amount of energy has surround the area, including where the Chain is.

Wind: what is going on?

Legend: There is a huge amount of energy around us.

Warriors: Get ready, we might have to fight.

As the energy finishes, a young woman comes out of a portal of energy. The Chain stand guard at the ready, just in case, but put away their weapons.

The woman looks around her as she is dropped off in a field with 7 other men ranging from 14-35 (I don’t know how old Time is, but I think it’s around mid 30s to early 40s) looking at her with guarded stances and stoic expressions. For now she’ll trust them, as she needed to find her husband.

Time: Hello, how may we help you.

Woman: Where is he. Where is he hiding.

Sky: Who? Who are you looking for?

Woman: Link, I’m looking for Link.

Twilight: What does this ‘Link’ look like.

Woman: Curly brown hair, with magic.

Legend: What do you want with the Traveller (or would he say Hyrule)

Woman: What I want is to take him back home with me.

Sky: And why do you want to take Hyrule back home?

Warriors: What is your relation to Link

Woman: I want him to go back with me because I have been worried sick for him. Also who I am to him, is his wife.

At this points most of the Chain are shocked that Hyrule has gotten married, he really didn’t seem to be the hylian to get married young.

Woman: Why do you call Link by Hyrule or Traveller anyway.

Warriors: That’s because….I’m sorry we never did get your name

Reader (Y/n): I’m called Y/n

Warriors: We’ll then Y/n that’s because we are all called Link and are on a journey through the time to stop this evil by Hylia herself and whatever dark force is at play.

Four: He goes by the traveller or Hyrule, as that is his title.

Y/n: If this is true, then I’ll kill Hylia and go home with my Link/Hyrule and be on our way.

Sky: You cant kill Hylia

Twilight: You won’t be able to take Hyrule away, as the portals take us away, whether we like it or not.

Y/n: Then I’ll be coming with you all while you are on this journey, I will not be leaving without him.

Wind: I got a big sister to play with.

At this point I think it would be funny if Hyrule and Wild comes back or are coming back and only Y/n will be able to see them as they are talking to the Chain who is faced away from the forest while Y/n is not.

Y/n: LINK!, Get here, We need to have a big chat.

Y/n starts walking towards Hyrule, passing the shocked Chain.

Hyrule: oh Shit.

Wild who is completely confused on what’s going on and why there is a woman yelling their shared name and why is Hyrule shaking slightly, as he moves away from Wild. Wild just moved towards the others.

Wild: What’s going on?

Twilight: A lot

Wind: A new sister!

Four: Something unexpected.

Sky: Who do you think is going to win?

Warriors: Obviously Y/n, Hyrule only has a backbone when it comes to injuries or those who need healing.

Legend: I can’t believe this, something so important and is wasn’t told.

Time: We need the full story after their chat

Or at least it goes something like that, I think, there could be a part 2 to this bit, I thought of.

Uh oh! XD

Hyrule is in the dog house. Guess who's sleeping on the couch that night?

I'm willing to bet that their mad because he left without telling them. Hyrule joined the group so suddenly that there was no time to explain or maybe he was just whisked away with the portals.

Either way, it's not looking good for him.

#pinky replies #anon stories #hyrule's spouse #someone remind me to put this on the masterlist please :D

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dustedmagazine · 11 months

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The National — First Two Pages of Frankenstein (4AD)

Photo by Josh Goleman

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For all of the (kind of understandable) jokes both lovers and haters of The National make about the band’s relentless sadsack whiteguy dadness, you don’t have to scratch the surface much to unearth a pretty profound and consistent engagement with harrowing anxiety. Caught in mid-spiral on “Mr. November,” staring into the mirror on “Baby, We’ll Be Fine,” the constant self-recriminations of Boxer… even actual fatherhood merely gave Matt Berninger material for the fun new dread of “Afraid of Everyone” and “I’ll Still Destroy You.” One thing that gives all the bad vibes an unusual power is, as Berninger freely shares in interviews, its origin as a kind of negative visualization; a way of perversely preserving and strengthening those relationships at risk. That doesn’t magically evaporate the fear and guilt, but it maybe speaks to why so many find those struggles comforting and reassuring rather than just a bummer. The sometimes withdrawn (but trying not to be) First Two Pages of Frankenstein emerges after a period of depression and writer’s block left the band’s existence in actual doubt. As you might expect, it doesn’t find Berninger and co-lyricist/spouse Carin Besser any more settled than before, even as the band spins ever more impressively filagreed scaffolding to support their sentiments.

Arguably every National record since Boxer has had at least some fans complaining that they don’t really rock out any more, especially on record as opposed to live, and it’s no more true here than on (say) Trouble Will Find Me. Some of the songs still play that old National trick of steadily thrumming along in a way that reads a bit lukewarm at first but then by fourth listen reveals a hidden, sometimes reckless propulsion (as always rhythm section Scott and Bryan Devendorf are the secret weapons here). The implacable thwack of “Tropic Morning News” (“I was suffering more than I let on,” sung in such a way that it feels clear our narrator was letting on more than he realized, might as well be a thesis statement), Berninger yelping “if I miss it, I’ll visit!” in increasingly frenzied tones while thrusting used-to-be-shared possessions into an imagined ex’s arms on “Eucalyptus,” “Grease in Your Hair” starting to tumble down a hill as the band ratchets up and up and up; as always, the energy levels on a National record are more varied than their rep suggests.

But it is true that much of First Two Pages of Frankenstein exists in a quieter atmosphere, including what feels like some of the more Significant songs. That includes all the ones with the big name guests, although except for the endlessly sighing Taylor Swift duet “The Alcott” (which hits the shared part of her and Berninger’s emotional registers in a way that makes sense, although it won’t convince any haters), they don’t necessarily feel like the kinds of contribution that need to be called out on the back of the record. That’s not a shot at the other guests, who acquit themselves ably while being content to add colour and tone rather than take the spotlight. Longtime confrere Sufjan Stevens lends even more diaphanousness to the lovely foreboding of the opening “Once Upon a Poolside,” and the way Phoebe Bridgers sings with Berninger on the two most direct grapples with mental health on the record (“This Isn’t Helping” and “Your Mind Is Not Your Friend”) seems like the most natural fit in the world.

And then there’s “New Order T-Shirt,” a song that exists at such an intense crossroads of joy and despair that it occupies rarefied air with few others (“Being Boring”?). It’s about memory and the way eventually people aren’t in your life anymore. It’s possible to hear it as a glowing and burnished tribute to the loved ones whose every scrap you hold close to you for proof against time passing. Or, equally, as a bottomlessly sad account of trying to shore up and hold together whatever you still have from someone who’s left (you or the world). And of course it’s both at once, especially once you’ve lived enough life that people in both categories start to pile up on you. The refrain starts with “I keep what I can of you,” and it feels like the song and the performance are both tearing up a bit at the prospect.

The other set of brothers in the National, guitarists Aaron and Bryce Dessner (the latter also responsible for the orchestration throughout) weave a flickering web of guitars around “New Order T-Shirt” that almost cradle it. Fittingly enough for a band that’s usually at least their own co-producers, on a moment-to-moment sonic level these songs just sound gorgeous. If the balance of the increasingly refined craftsmanship and even rawer than usual lyrics were misjudged it could feel airless, like a room where everything’s been padded to the point of numb safety. Instead it functions more like, well, boxer’s gloves; it lets you (and the band) take the body blows and keep going. After dancing through all these keys of fear, loss, and distress, the record ends with “Send for Me,” a simple and moving pledge to come pick you up, whatever happens. The slow bloom of warmth feels hard won, but not even remotely fragile.

Ian Mathers

#the national #first two pages of frankenstein #4ad #ian mathers #albumreview #dusted magazine #indie rock #rock #taylor swift #Sufjan Stevens #phoebe bridgers #writer's block

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