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smoooothoperator · 3 months

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untouchable

12: Delicate

Lando Norris x OC (Violet Sinclair)

same group friend, unrequited love, acquittances to lovers, ski trip, love triangle

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Warnings: fluff, smau

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Christmas Eve.

The museum closed for holidays, so I had time for myself. Lando stayed the night and then left early in the morning to go work, pressing a soft kiss on my forehead after getting dressed and a note on the kitchen table.

‘When you wake up call me, I want to ask you something’

-LN

I smile softly reading it, folding it and putting it inside of the pocket of the hoodie he left on my bed, blushing while remembering last night.

“You know? I want you to meet my family”

I looked up at him surprised, leaving the chopsticks on the table. We were talking peacefully about random things. He said something about his family doing a Christmas lunch all together in their parents house, saying that his brother's family would be there too.

“What? But… How come?” I asked surprised.

“Yeah! It's not funny to be alone on Christmas, and Mila misses you” he smiled, resting his face on his hand. “She can't stop asking about Vivi”

“Cute little Mila” I smiled softly. “But… You said meeting your family. As…”

“Yeah” he nodded. “Violet, you know that what we have will lead to something bigger. And I won't ask you until both of us feel ready to make it official. I like what we have right now, how we are right now. I just… I just want my family to meet my favorite person”

I smiled looking at him, getting up from my chair and went around the table to stand in front of him. He looked up at me and moved the chair back, letting me sit on his lap while he placed his hands on my thighs.

“I would love to meet your family” I smiled softly, kissing his forehead. “I mean, I already know your brother and his wife and kids, and your dad…”

“You know what I meant, silly” he chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah” I laughed softly. “But then I should buy gifts for them?”

“Hey, don't worry about it. I have that covered” he said. “If you want to, buy something for my nieces, hm?”

I smile and nod, hugging him and kissing his lips softly.

“Are you trying to make me the auntie of baby Athena and Mila?” I whisper against his lips, hearing him laugh.

“God damn it, I didn't know you could read minds!” he laughed. “Maybe”

I smile, biting my lip, making my breakfast and sitting on the table, calling Lando while I eat.

“Hey, good morning” he smiled.

“Morning” I smiled. “What did you want to ask me?”

“Oh, well! Straight to the subject, hm?” he laughed. “Just wondering if you wanted to come to the filming location to see how we work. And well, so you can relax a little”

“Your concept of relaxation is really different to mine” I smiled.

“Come on, you don't miss my face?” he laughed.

“I saw it this morning”

“Not enough” he said. “But, yeah… and besides of you coming to the filming, I was wondering if you wanted to have company for dinner”

“Oh?” I frown. “I thought you were going with your family?”

“Not actually” he sighed. “I asked you yesterday if you wanted to come with me for Christmas because tonight my parents won't make a family dinner. My sisters and brother will be with their partners and friends, and my parents will be with their parents and siblings. So… yeah. I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner with Max, Pietra and me”

“Really?” I smile. “I… I would love to”

“Wait, really? I mean, if you want to be alone I totally get it” he said quickly. “You need time alone and that's something I'm actually not giving you”

“Lando, I do want to spend Christmas Eve with you, Max and Pietra, okay?” I smiled.

“Oh… That's great” he smiled.

“Look, why don't you all three come to my apartment?” I smiled. “I'll make dinner, and that will mean that I can't go to the filming because I have to do groceries…”

“Don’t worry” he smiled. “I'll tell Max, yeah? You want me to go there and help you?”

“It's okay, I can do things on my own. If you want to come early that's okay, but I'll go buy presents for all of you, so…” I blushed.

He's just making me feel like a silly girl in love. And I mean, that's what I am.

“I'll go to your apartment once I finish to help you with dinner, that sounds good?”

“Sounds amazing” I smiled. “I'll see you later. Good look with the filming”

“I'll need it” he chuckled. “Bye, I have to go”

I sighed, ending the call smiling. Lando makes me want to be a better person, he makes me want to be worthy of his love.

After eating breakfast and cleaning the apartment a little I got ready to go do groceries for tonight. I just knew that I wanted to do something simple after asking Pietra, Max and Landon what they wanted, so I went straight to the grocery store.

But somehow, the shivers came back. Walking around the market made me feel unsafe. Why? Was it because there were some of Lando's fans? No… It was something worse, I think.

“Violet?”

I swallow thickly, hearing him behind me.

Harry.

“Oh… Hey” I sighed, trying to sound calm.

“What are you doing here?” he frowned.

“Buying the groceries, obviously” I said, sighing.

“Yeah, I'm not blind” he said, making me flinch. “What, Lando already got bored of you?”

“What's your problem, Harry?” I frowned, trying to not argue “Really, what did he do to make you act this way? Why keep him away from me? If you were a friend, you could see that he loved me and that I needed to be loved! And was exactly what I needed”

“Love? Don’t make me laugh, Violet” he scoffed. “He only wants to keep you away from me”

“You are wrong. Really wrong” I frown, walking away.

I just hoped he didn't follow me, because there was something in my chest that told me that there was something wrong with him. He wasn't acting how he used to act around me.

Somehow I was anxious. The boxes I received came back to my mind, the bad feeling I had in my chest during that day came back again, and I couldn't stop looking over my shoulder checking that he wasn't following me.

When I went back to my apartment the first thing I did after leaving the groceries was grab the boxes and throw them into the trash outside of the building. There's something I don't like about this, and I just hope my guts were right.

I took a deep breath trying to calm down before going to buy gifts. There's no use of thinking about those things now, I only have to ignore it and think about this evening, that's all.

I was with Max filming, getting everything done before going to dinner. We wanted to wrap it up quickly so we could send everyone there.

“Lando! You received a package” one of the staff said.

“Oh? Damn, Christmas came early” I joked, walking towards him, grabbing the box.

“I guess” he smiled.

I walked towards the table where we had the snacks and I opened it frowning when I saw an envelope. I sighed, opening it.

‘I guess this is your new toy, hm? Have fun with the gift'

I frown and look around, watching as there were pictures inside of the envelope.

I tried to not scream when I saw them. When I saw her. Pictures talked from the street of her getting changed, of her working on her desk. Pictures of us yesterday.

“What the…” I frown, leaving the pictures on the table and looking inside the box. “Shit”

There was underwear. Her underwear. I recognize it, she had similar panties one night I slept with her back in the snow. Inside of it there was another note, and I felt my hands shaking.

‘Violet Grace Sinclair’

“What the fuck is this” I frowned, swallowing thickly.

This is a joke, a really really bad joke.

When I heard someone walking towards me I put the underwear inside the box quickly, as well as the pictures and the card.

“Mate, you ready?” Max said behind me. “You okay?”

“I have to leave” I said quickly. “I… Fuck. I think a fan is stalking Violet”

“What? For real?” he frowned.

“Yesterday was the same… but only the pictures” I said nervously, grabbing my phone. “I received pictures of her in the morning in her house. Whoever is sending me this, it's a sick person”

“That's why you left the filming and stayed with her” he sighed.

“Yeah”

“Go with her. Pietra and I will go later, okay? Just stay with her” he said, placing his hand in my arm and squeezing it.

I just nodded and grabbed everything I had, my coat, backpack and that stupid box that I will soon throw to the trash. I walked to my car and drove as fast as I could to her apartment. I pressed the doorbell of the front door and when I saw that she wasn't answering I started to panic.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” I groan, grabbing my phone and calling her.

“Yeah? Lando?” I heard her answer, making me sigh relieved.

“Where are you? I… I came to your apartment and you are not here” I said, trying to sound calm.

“Oh? I'm shopping some things, why? I thought you were filming?”

“I, well… we finished early” I smiled weakly, going back to my car. “I told you I was going to come to your apartment once I was finished”

“Oh, right! Well, if you want to come I'm in Regent's Street” she said. “I'll wait for you in the cafeteria near Levi's”

“Okay” I nodded, getting back inside my car and driving there.

There were many thoughts inside my mind. It's getting out of hand, I never thought that something like this could happen. And I'm not even dating her officially. What will happen if he date? If we announce our relationship? What will be next?

I parked the car in a parking lot and got out immediately, searching for her where she told me she was going to be. And when I saw her sitting on a table with some little bags next to her, I wanted to run and kiss her, ignoring the fact that we were in the street with many people that could recognize me.

“Hey” I smiled walking towards her, hugging her immediately.

“It's been a long time, huh?” she said sarcastically, making me laugh and kiss her cheek. “How was the recording?”

“Nice, yeah… Had fun” I said.

I walked with her, going to the stores she wanted. I just wanted to keep her safe. What if a crazy fan hurts her? What if that stalker is following her and taking pictures of her?

“Can I ask you something?” she said, looking back at me after paying for the last present.

“Of course” I nodded, holding the bag and walking with her.

“This… I mean, imagine we start a relationship “ she said. “Will you make it public like other couples on the grid? Will I go to your races and be the perfect wag and support you in the garage?”

“Hey” I smiled, holding her hand, making her stop walking and look at me. “I won't do something if you don't feel comfortable. I just want to enjoy us for a while, privately. I know there are pictures of us around social media… So if you want to stop doing these things in public, it's okay. I totally understand it”

“That's the thing” she smiled weakly. “I feel comfortable with you. And I don't care if people see us together. I just don't want them to think that I want attention neither your money”

“I know you don't want that” I smiled weakly. “I know you make your own money and that you don't want attention. You never wanted it. So for me it's okay, that's what matters. The world should mind their own business and stop trying to get into someone's life just because they think we owe them something”

I wanted peace for once. I wanted to have what other couples of the grid have, to be loved and receive the support of the fans and not hate and jealousy. I just wanted to settle down and be with the girl I've been wanting for years now. Is that too hard to understand?

She smiled and took a step closer to me, kissing my cheek and wrapping her arm around mine, walking close to me around the street.

Christmas dinner was something I always loved. Since little, my parents and I went to the family house in the village, hanging out with the family and doing the small traditions they have been doing since forever.

Christmas dinner meant that the younger ones sat on a table together, eating our own food and waiting for the dessert, mixing the drinks to fight the boredom, doing bets of who would get the presents they wanted, or who would have the jumper the grandma made as a trophy between us.

But as you get older you start to understand the dynamic behind everything. You start to understand why your uncle drank too much, why your father is quiet, why your mother is looking at her brother. You start to understand that not everything is magical for adults like for kids. And the sparkle of magic you thought that might hold, it was only a lie the adults told their children to make them happy, not making them see how growing up feels.

When I moved out to live in London because of my studies, the family dinners started to be less, the messages with them started to be less to the point that they were trying to find a way of mocking me because I lived in the city because of my studies. What used to be a few compliments about following my dreams started to turn into jokes. When my grandma hugged me tighter than my cousins because she missed me, their gazes held jealousy and anger.

And maybe, maybe I was grateful for not going there this year. I felt grateful for once because my parents weren't here to take me with them to the village. I was grateful because, for the first time in the last few years, I felt that magical sparkle again.

“How do I look?” I asked Lando after walking out of the room.

“I'm about to call Max and tell them to not come” he joked. “Black looks amazing on you”

“Thank you” I smile, kissing his cheek softly, feeling his hand on my hip. “You don't look bad neither, Lando”

He laughed and hugged me, wrapping his arms around and placing his hands on my lower back. Since that little talk in the street about our upcoming relationship and what we wanted to do, we just came to the conclusion that we wanted to let it flow. We knew there were pictures of us, both of us received the notifications and Lando already had a talk with his manager about it, so we thought that not hiding was the best option, but make it private, not secret. There was no use of denying things when people obviously know something is going on, it would bring more hate.

“Lately I didn't like Christmas dinner” I said, resting my head on his shoulder. “It was weird, tense… My cousins were jealous all the time, my aunt always asking about my past relationships. So annoying”

“Just think that tonight you won't be with them” he sighed, rubbing my back. “I remember that you always came back from your family house annoyed… now it makes sense why”

“Since my cousin Sam discovered that you and I were friends… he never stopped asking me to get him an invitation to a race” I confessed, sighing. “He was always asking about you and when I was going to a race. Not even my own studies, you know? And somehow that made me mad. That he was interested in who I am with and not in how I am”

“I'm sorry, Violet” he sighed, kissing my temple softly.

“It's okay” I whisper. “I just know that if he texts me now it will be to ask if I'm dating you”

He sighed and hugged me tighter, taking a deep breath and kissing my temple a few times. I never imagined he would be like this, that he would hold me this way all the time, that he would hold me and kiss me in the street. I never saw him do that with his previous relationships.

“I'm happy to know this side of you” I whispered against his neck. “I don't regret giving you a chance”

“I won't stop showing you how much I love you”

The evening was amazing. The dinner was good, some plates were cooked by me and Lando and others were things Pietra and Max brought to my apartment. And now, with their company, I didn't miss anyone. But somehow, I felt a small pain in my chest, a feeling of betrayal.

“You okay?” Lando whispered, resting his arm in the back on my chair.

“I just… Eloise never texted me back” I whispered. “Not even a text saying a simple okay. Nothing… And somehow it makes me feel bad, that our friendship somehow disappeared”

“Hey, it's going to be okay” he sighed, kissing my shoulder. “Give her time…”

“I know, but I just feel bad” I sighed. “I tried to talk with her, just to let her know my side of the story. And nothing. We know each other since we are kids, I thought she was going to trust me more than him”

He smiled weakly and kissed my temple, rubbing my shoulder. He knows I feel bad, and he tried to calm me. But there's still that feeling of worry and concern about her.

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maxfewtrell dinner was nice, actually

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wrr000 · 1 year

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＂ｓａｙ　ｙｅｓ　ｔｏ　ｈｅａｖｅｎ＂

- Heimdall oneshot, this is actually a really short and cut scene from fanfic about my oc and him, but I wanted to show you guys a little bit of this idea, ik it's stupid, I wrote this for comfort

TO PEOPLE WHO REQUESTED SOMETHING: don't worry, I'm working on it!

Summary: gender neutral reader, there is a party in Odin's place, reader is REALLY awkward, reading mind is kinda an intimate and emotional moment (pls don't cringe)

Warning: Heimdall insulting reader, really short

Enjoy!

You walked in. You turned red as the heat from the hall hit you. There was a smell of alcohol and roasted meat in the air. People were drinking and laughing, sitting at tables full of food. Your friends were here, God of Thunder and his family and even Odin himself.

But you didn't care.

Your eyes were searching for one person.

The most beautiful Aesir.

From table to table, from one figure to another, you finally got him. He was leaning against the wall, alone, drinking someting from wood mug. He just watched the others having fun. As always. You knew he wasn't into parties.

Your face become more red and heart was beating faster. You were nervous.

You wanted to watch him for a moment longer. Tall, slender and relaxed. His golded brains shimmering in the light with his slight movements. And those amazing purple eyes.

Oh shit, he spotted you.

You nervously began to wrinkle your dress. New dress, especially for him. Because yes, you had a crush on Heimdall. At first, everyone was telling you to stay away from this asshole. And you tried. You didn't even had to try actually, he pushes you away the moment he opens his mouth. But when one day to manage to have a normal conversation (hard to say it was "normal", but normal for Heimdall) with him - you changed. Your feelings had change.

But you knew you never had a chance. He was a God - and you don't. Besides, he probably despised you, so why did you even try? And yet you... Tried. Impress him. Make him think that you're pretty. You came to that party for him. To spend time with your lover.

In and out. You took a deep breath. In and out. Breath, remember to breath.

You started to walk towards him with a little gentle smile. He knew that. Well, he knew everything, why you are here and what's up with that dress ("It was a stupid idea", you cursed yourself in mind). But you needed to overcome your growing feeling of embarrassement.

And there you were. Standing right in front of him, unable to speak. You started to panic. What's gotten into you today? "Say something", you thought, trying to collect words in your head and form a sentence.

"Struggling much with basic activity? I didn't know you couldn't even speak properly", Heimdall said, taking a sip from his mug.

"Well, yes, I mean no!", you finally spoke, "You aren't a big fan of events like this, hm?", stupid! Why are you asking this??? You talked about it before! Even without it you knew, everyone was talking about how unpopular at parties he was.

"Stop asking question when you already knows an asnwer. Be less stupid, please", he set his empty mug aside, "I know you wanna say something better, you've got your mind on me, after all".

You cursed yourself for being so messy and bashful around him?! You were an adult! You could fight, but not talk to other being? What was happening to you? And stop thinking so much!

"I'm just playing, sunshine. No need to be so nervous", a smirk appeared on his face.

You wanted to react somehow, but he suddenly take a few steps towards you, cutting the distance between you two. He was just about to step into your personal space. You slightly lift up your head to look at his face. You gulped.

"This dress isn't the best, but since you humilite yourself for me I won't embarrass you this time", well damn, you really should think less in his presence. Or maybe think more about why you love someone like him, yeah, it's worth thinking.

He took your hand. You were shaking, but still smilling at him, a bit less than before. You needed to play it cool and don't competely panic. Your back got hot and knees a little weak. You thought you are gonna faint. It was harder to breath in every second.

Heimdall was holding your hand, looking with those hypnotazing eyes right at you. And you could just stare and let him read your mind. That you find him interesting, smart, handsome and don't as bad as everyone said. His cheeks turned almost invisible red.

It felt like a heart-to-heart talk even you nor him said a word. And it was good feeling. You started to think. Maybe you had a chance? Maybe.. He likes you back? You didn't want to even think about it before. You tried to shut this idea down, but in that moment... He felt so close at hand. So close.

"You are so brainless", a laugh escaped his thin, red lips.

And, again to your suprise, he bowed slightly before you had a chance to react.

"But will you dance with me?", you gasped, didn't know what to say. Is it happening, really? Maybe you are dead?, "No, you're not dead. It's happening and you better say 'yes' to me, dummy, I won't ask again".

"I- W.. With pleasure", you finally spoke, still in shock, but very happy.

You couldn't stop smiling, hot-red faced. It was so unreal. You couldn't believe. After having eye on him for quite time - he's asking you to dance. It's must be either dream or Valhalla.

You allowed him to led you to the center of the hall. Everyone was staring.

But you didn't saw them anymore.

Your eyes were locked at Heimdall and only him.

When you were about to start dancing, he pulled you to him, grabbing your wrist. You could feel his warm body pressed against yours. Your both hands gently rested at his shoulders.

Then he whispered into your ear:

"The night is still young, sunshine and I really don't like your dress".

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aectpen · 7 months

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STRAWBERRY ✯ 𝙕𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝘼𝙊!

synopsis: 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥

pairing: Zhang Hao of ZB1 and fem!oc

status: ongoing

chapter 1: convenience

chapter 2: so we meet again

"i can't believe i'm going to work tonight. someone end my misery." rina compained.

"i thought you liked your job,"

"well it's still a job, so i gotta hate it."

rina and haemin were heading home after the fansign.

"i think i'm going to marry jiwoong." haemin pretended to be faint.

"yeah and i'm beyoncé."

"beyoncé, you look a little different today."

"you're annoying." rina rolled her eyes.

"have you talked to strawberry recently?"

"just a little bit last night, you know the usual."

"he needs you so bad."

"you're the one that feeds my delusions." rina laughed.

"guys do you want anything from the store?" hao asked the boys.

"ice cream, candy, chips-" yujin began, but got cut off by hanbin. "how about a vegetable for once?"

"any other requests?"

"i wanna come with." matthew suggested. "NO!" everyone was taken aback by his quick response.

"girl be calm." gyuvin held his hand over his chest.

"i mean, save yourself the trouble. i'll grab a bunch of stuff and be back soon!" hao rushed out of the door.

"he's up to something." ricky raised his brow.

rina stared at her watch and back at the door. her shift was almost over. "i guess no strawberry tonight." she whispered to herself.

ring

saved by the bell.

rina straightened her uniform to look more presentable and fixed her short hair.

"hi!" rina was surprised that he was the one to greet her first.

"hey! so we meet again." rina laughed.

he didn't laugh, his eyes widened. "oh, was that a weird comment to make? i'm sorry. i just meant we see each other every night."

his eyes softened. "no, no. don't apologize. i'm just a little stupid."

"so, what can i help you with today?"

"do you have any recommendations for snacks? um my friends are really indecisive and i don't know what to get."

"hmm, okay i really like this strawberry ice cream, this popcorn, and these chips." he followed her around the store. "thank you, i'm sure they'll love it." his hand brushed over hers as he reached for the ice cream. he had a silver bracelet with the letter z.

"rina."

"hm?"

"my name, it's rina."

"oh.. you can call me z." he saw he looking at his bracelet. "nice to meet you after all this time." rina joked.

"yeah, nice to meet you too."

it had been 10 minutes over her shift being over. her coworker was confused by her presence since she usually is out the door the moment he clocks in.

they looked at each other for a while. rina awkwardly swung her arms around. "is there anything else i could get you?"

"uh, no that's all." he followed her back to the register where her coworker stood. she was bummed out that she couldn't check him out.

she grabbed her backpack from behind the counter.

"hmm looks like you stuck around overtime." her coworker said while ringing him up.

"jaejun, take the help and leave the attitude outside."

rina smiled at z before leaving.

"z." she said to herself. "that's even more mysterious."

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abloginnameonly · 7 months

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Mercy

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A little mid-dungeon philosophy

Mar C was delighted when one of the clerics traveling through Stromkuhldur was willing to share the writing he’d brought with him. Captain Lurkana didn’t want them getting too close with the adventurers, especially a non-combatant like Mar C, but they’d managed to plead their way through Lieutenant Greg, who was able to bring it to the Captain.

“They would like to take this opportunity to practice for their scribe work," it explained. Lieutenant Greg knew better than anyone how diligently Mar C collected scraps of writing to read. "And if he cannot handle meeting one of our scribes without causing trouble, he will be taken care of.”

Vyrin looked a little pale, even without Lieutenant Greg looking at him, even without its tone changing. Lieutenant Greg was great like that - always looking after its troop of scribes. They didn’t get into too many big fights like some of the other commanders, but they did control the flow of adventurers into their settlement, and the Lieutenant took its job very seriously.

It was mostly prayer scrolls, Vyrin warned weakly. And they might not have even survived the three levels of Undermountain in his pack.

But that was plenty enough for Mar C, that was perfect, and then Lieutenant Greg asked of Vyrin was trying to back out because he'd had plans of causing trouble, so they met by the river three hours later when Mar C was done with their shift and he’d had a chance to rest with his party. Vyrin still looked unsettled and approached the riverbank in a careful way that meant he’d heard about the undead creatures that were in the water, which was good because sometimes they crawled out. He was an elf, a little tall and orange-haired, with very blue robes under thin leather armor that made Mar C sad to think about for too long so they didn’t.

Vyrin settled himself awkwardly on the cold hard stone, legs folded carefully under him, and rummaged a handful of scrolls out of his well-organized bag. He took them out one by one, inspecting them for damage, explaining what they were as he went.

“This one is used to cast a shielding spell... These are ceremonies that I can conduct... This one is a prayer for clarity of mind…not a spell, mind you, just a prayer to Sehanine Moonbow.” He pronounced the name carefully, a little stiffly, unsure of what was expected of him.

“You’re really nice!” Mar C assured him. “It’s nice that you’re showing me your expensive scrolls even though you were afraid of Lieutenant Greg." Vyrin grimaced, but didn't deny it. "Don’t worry though, as long as you don’t do anything that would threaten Stromkuhldur, you won’t be in any trouble here.”

“Small mercies,” he said dryly.

“Yeah, I guess I am!” Mar C chirped.

“Oh-" he cleared his throat. "I’m sorry. No, ‘mercy,’ not ‘Mar C.’”

“Hm?”

Vyrin’s brows pulled together in a way that usually meant that Mar C had said something odd. This happened often enough that they were getting almost alright at guessing what it was.

“Were…you making a joke?” Sometimes they did pick up until too late that someone didn’t mean what they said seriously. Or that they meant something seriously when Mar C thought they were playing. It was one of the things that made some of the soldiers sigh when Mar C talked to them.

Vyrin didn’t sigh, but he did set the scroll down.

“No… Is it not…” He searched for words. “‘Mercy?’” he repeated, and Mar C paid attention this time. Ahh, they understood now, he wasn’t saying their name. But what was it? Mar C was ten and knew a lot of words, but they didn’t have that one written down in their notebook. They shook their head. Vyrin tilted his in return

“You know…I’ve heard before that goblins don’t have a word for mercy, but that’s always felt more like a deliberate cultural misunderstanding on our part than truth.”

That sounded like such a smart thing to say that Mar C smiled.

“How about you tell me what it means, and I’ll tell you if we have that in Goblin; I know lots of words, a lot more than I know in Common,” they said modestly.

Vyrin nodded.

“Fair enough. Mercy is…being kind when you’re able to hurt someone.”

Mar C stared.

“That’s just…being kind?”

“Right, right… It’s specifically when you’re able to punish someone. If someone did something bad to you and then you were kind and let them go.”

Oh that. Vyrin smiled seeing the recognition on their face.

“Oh, yeah, we have a word for that.” Mar C nodded.

“That’s great! How do you call it?”

“Suicide.”

Vyrin laughed, caught off guard.

“Great, very funny.” He rolled his eyes in a not mean way.

“Was it?” They preened a little, pleased at their joke.

“Yes, yes… But actually, surely you actually have a word for something like that?” Vyrin asked.

“Well, sure.” Mar C shrugged. They heard it plenty in the war shouts of the soldiers about to fight the drow - it was something you weren’t supposed to have. “But I think we don’t use it the way you do. We let people go if it will kill too many of our people or use too many resources to chase ‘em. We let adventurers through Stromkuhldur because most of you aren’t worth all the fights. But we’re not really allowed to let someone live just because we’d feel bad.”

“Not allowed by who?”

“The next people who will try to kill us,” Mar C said simply.

Vyrin frowned, and Mar C couldn’t tell if they were trying to understand or not. It was hard, sometimes the nice ones were the worst to talk to because they got a little less smart when they had to think about other people.

“Don’t you mean ‘if’?” he asked gently.

“I don’t. ‘Will’ and ‘when.’”

“Have you ever considered…going somewhere where you don’t have to fight?”

“Do people not protect their homes on the surface? Do you not have wars?” Mar C was skeptical. Adventurers that came into the dungeon were too good at fighting for there not to be any above ground.

“We do. I just think it’s a shame that you have to fight so much. Think of how much better your home could be.”

“I like my home!” Mar C defended. “I’m proud of us, and I’m not sorry that we’re killing drow that are trying to kill us.”

“Have you ever hear the saying that when all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail?”

“...No.”

“I just hope that you, you and your people, will one day be able to live a peaceful life.”

Several days later, a scouting team brought several adventuring packs back to Stromkuhldur. Four bodies were shot with drow arrows and much of their equipment was already looted. After sifting through what could be repurposed, the scrolls were deemed unmagical and Mar C was able to claim them. A small mercy that at least his scrolls survived him. An even smaller mercy that they were killed quickly rather than enslaved. Miniscule, that he’d died proving his beliefs.

#[throwing spaghetti at the wall bc i'm behind on the prompts and my goal is quantity and building habits not quality]#oc-tober #oc-tober2023 #mar c

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theonlycitrusprince · 5 months

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I would like to ask, if you don't What would your Evolnation Ocs think about my TWST Gardevoir Masaki midorimiya

(Thank you for the ask!)

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How my Evolnation OCs think of Masaki Midorimiya

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [Deyece Dew] ࿐ྂ

As you enter the Botany Club, you see the person you were looking for which is "Deyece Dew", because you're here to interview him about the Idol Masaki Midorimiya. You walk up to him to introduce yourself, he turns to face you and listens along with what you need to say.

"So you want to know what I think about Masaki Midorimiya? This is kinda bad timing cause I'm currently in the middle of making new poison for the Botany Club.. But it's alright, I'll answer." Deyece starts to think, tapping his foot on the floor. He hums and finally gets his answer, "He's a talented young idol, extremely passionate in what he does as you can see from his dancing, which is really cool in my opinion. Through his dances, you can see his emotions, true emotions, he can convey them well through a dance rather than words. As I've heard that he can be blunt." He faces away from you as he takes out the poison vial and places it on the table.

"I appreciate how blunt he is, he isn't the one to use white lies and tell the people the truth, but probably the truth comes off a little too harsh, but I respect that. I also heard he accidentally roasted someone, and I think that would be the harsh part of how blunt he is." Deyece explains as his hands are opening the vial and placing it on a little plate for experimenting and making a new solution. "Though I have never talked to him, I have seen him multiple times during Idol competitions and seeing how he interacts with his peers." He further his explains his answer.

"Like as I said he's a good kid just trying to go through HSA as an Idol. By no means being blunt and a little naive is bad, but I heard he gets misinterpreted a lot." He continues on with sigh, "As a producer, I worry about Idols who get misinterpreted as something they aren't, it can really mess up an Idol's reputation. An Idol without fans is like a Leader with no Followers. Your fans make you the idol, and that's why I'm worried about his career if Peko's fans continue to misinterpret his personality."

"That's all? Alright thank you for coming to interview me." Before he continues on his experiment, you ask him another question. "You wanna know where the Chiyoko Celeb is? Hm.." He hums as he thinks. "He is either in the big tree big tree sleeping- Yes I meant inside the tree.. Or he's in the Practice room that was assigned to us." He informs you.

As you leave he waves you goodbye and goes back to making a new poison.

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [Chiyoko Celeb] ࿐ྂ

As you look for Chiyoko, you go check the big tree and there he was, up on the big tree taking a nap, you call out to him until you finally woke him up and got his attention.

"Hm..? Oh! Hello there! I didn't think someone who isn't Dewwy could find me. Did he tell you where I was?" As you nod, he giggles as he sees you under the tree. You yell to him about how you wanted to interview him, "You want to interview me? Of course! Wait- Let me come down, it'll only take a second." He slowly starts to float down to the ground, finally making his feet touch solid ground.

"Chiyoko Celeb at your service, what can I do for you?" He smiles at you softly as he tilts his head. "Oh! You want to know what I think of Masaki Midorimiya? Sure!" He speaks enthusiastically, as he's never been interviewed and is ready to give his honest answers.

"I think he's a talented kid, there was this one time I was walking to my practice and I saw him dance. I think he really shows a lot of emotion when dancing, you can definitely see how passionate he is." He say, showing how he really admires Masaki for his talent.

"But I have never interacted with him, so I can't really form strong opinions. But I'll never understand why some people dislike him, I think... It was the reason for being blunt?" He thinks, unsure if the reason he's disliked was for being blunt. He thinks a little more until he snaps his finger, "Oh right! Yeah he's generally disliked by Dorm Leader's fans because of how 'Cold and Blunt' he is." Before he continues, he catches his breath.

"But I don't think it's that bad. I just hope that maybe people will come to like him more, what makes an idol is their fans, if people will continue to dislike him for the wrong reasons, he'll lose his purpose of being an idol.. Which is to Entertain" He says to you with a slight frown on his face.

"Will that be all? Alright! I'm glad you came to me for an interview. Oh and before you leave..." He turns back towards the tree and flies up, clearly looking for something. "Alright I found it!" You hear him say up the tree, he comes down and brings you a flower crown. "This is for you! I'll me to put it on you- Oh wait you have a leaf on your hair." He plucks it out before he places it on your head. He smiles seeing you wear the flower crown he made. "Alright bye bye! It was fun meeting you!"

He waves you goodbye as you take your formal leave. You finally have the answers of Deyece Dew and Chiyoko Celeb. You leave satisfied.

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(OMFG HIIIII THANK YOU FOR THE ASK! My first ever ask about my OCs, I thank you so much for wanting to know how my OCs think of your OC Masaki Midorimiya)

Character's used/mentioned:

•Masaki Midorimiya (@missputotyra)

•Deyece Dew

•Chiyoko Celeb

•Peko Chunya (@fumikomiyasaki)

•You the reader <3

#hourglass station academy #peko chunya #deyece dew #chiyoko celeb #masaki midorimiya #dewwy #cebby #oc #oc story #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland

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sassykattery · 10 months

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Love's Web, Part 4

Ooooooo they kissed. What else is gonna happen?

CW: CW: Altaira is afab, uses she/her pronouns. Profanity. There's not really much spoilers for ATSV but they're coming. Nudity. Makeout session.

Characters: Altaira (afab oc!), Diavolo, Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, Barbatos, all brothers implied, Simeon, Solomon, Miguel O'Hara

Themes: Romance. Jealousy. Multiverse. Angst.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

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"Miguel," Altaira popped her head into her office. His eyes darted to hers as he was just admiring her desktop background again.

"Yes?"

"I have to run to the supply room to get some stuff. Are you okay here?"

"Sure," he replied quietly. She nodded and closed the door again, and he heard another door open and close, followed by quick footsteps down the hall.

Miguel went back to his task, opening a web browser again when he heard a knock at the door.

"Yes?"

Where he was expecting to see a short blonde woman with an armful of stuff stood a demon as tall as he who frowned just as deeply as he did to see the other instead of said woman.

"Oh, hello," Diavolo greeted him civilly.

"Hello," Miguel replied coldly, looking back to the screen.

The Demon Lord was quiet for a moment as his senses told him what had transpired here. He could still smell the leftover arousal from her, his senses showing him the mental image of her sprawled out on her desk. To his disgust, he could sense the spiderman's arousal and knowing where he was standing a while ago, too. The prince knew they didn't get too far, but a growl started to percolate in his chest until he snapped out of his jealous haze.

"Did you need something?" Miguel asked while looking up from under his brows with a scowl.

"I did. However, I was just reminded of something else. Why don't we take a walk, Mr. O'Hara?"

Miguel instantly saw through the prince's plan but agreed nonetheless. "Fine." Though, he also hated being called that.

Diavolo walked out of the office, and Miguel stalked behind him, following the prince out into the hall and down a ways to Diavolo's office.

"How are you finding your accommodations so far?" Diavolo asked a bit nicer then as they walked in.

"They're fine. Altaira has made sure I have everything I need," Miguel answered, making sure to throw it in the prince's face.

"Ah, I expect nothing less. Have a seat," Diavolo replied, walking to his office chair and gesturing toward a visitor's chair. Miguel sat, and the Demon Lord continued. "Altaira is a lovely hostess and guide. She's quite acquainted with demon life and is who we trust to make sure our guests are comfortable when we have them."

"She's quite spectacular at everything she does," Miguel replied, sitting back and crossing a leg, looking cocky.

"Indeed." Diavolo side-eyed his guest and looked away at a painting in the office, "The Birth of Venus." Her favorite painting.

"So why don't you actually tell me why you wanted to talk to me, instead of disguising this as a check-in and a "walk," hm?" Miguel finally asked with an exasperated and annoyed tone.

"At least you have your wit. I'll be clear then. My trusted butler Barbatos has done some research about you, because you see, I need to know that you're not going to destroy my realm and the people within it, my people," Diavolo explained.

"I assure you, I didn't mean to end up here," Miguel quipped.

"Of course not. But I don't think you're making quick progress of trying to leave because something has caught your eye," the prince offered in return. "Or someone."

Miguel smirked and chuckled darkly. "Oh, tonto, I'm afraid you've missed your chance. You should've made your move sooner. Let's skip the pleasantries, chico fresa."

[Idiot; Snobby boy/bratty boy]

"Very well. Barbatos found that not only did you pretty much destroy an earth in another universe, but you're not quite a stand-up superhero that you would like us to believe," Diavolo informed him coolly.

Miguel scowled and raised a brow. "I work in a society that now prevents universe-destroying events like that. As for the rest, I never claimed to be a superhero. I never claimed I'm always the good guy. I try to be, but sometimes I have to make hard decisions, and I don't always like what I have to do."

"Hard decisions like infidelity?" Diavolo asked.

"What are you talking about?" Miguel asked in reply, sounding angry.

"In Altaira's world, you're nothing more than–"

Knock knock

"Diavolo? Is Miguel with you?" Altaira asked on the other side of the door.

"Come in, Altaira," Diavolo called out, his tone instantly sweetening at her name.

She waltzed in and looked relieved at the sight of Miguel, causing the him to look rather smug.

"I left him in my office while I went to the store room but when I came back he was gone. I could hear you talking as I walked by, so I'd thought I'd ask. I'm glad I did," she explained, looking pleased.

"Of course. We were checking in," Diavolo said with a smile and adoring eyes at her. Miguel rolled his eyes until she came into view and looked up at her innocently.

"Oh good! Well, I got what I needed. I'd actually like to go run some errands. Let's head out, Miguel," she explained cheerfully. "That is, if you're done with your conversation."

"Yes," they said in unison, a little tense.

Miguel stood after Altaira walked away, and then he hung back for a second so she was out of earshot before looking over his shoulder at Diavolo.

"You had three years. Don't pretend it's anyone's fault but your own," Miguel stated before walking away, closing the door behind him.

Diavolo waited a few minutes, staring ahead, lost in his thoughts. Suddenly, he slammed his fist onto the desk with an echoing smack and stood, whirling around to look out of his office window to see Miguel helping her into her car and closing the door like a gentleman.

"Damn him," Diavolo growled. There was no one who got quite under his skin like that man did. In another life, they could've gotten along, but if that human mutant wasn't trying to steal the prince's reason for existing, he supposed no one would get to know if that were true.

And if he had to hurt her a little to make her understand, well, he'd have to apologize later.

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"The House seems a little empty," Miguel observed, walking in with Altaira.

"Yeah, I may have bamboozled the boys into leaving for the evening. We have a short week at the academy, so tomorrow is technically the start of a long weekend," she explained as she walked.

"You did? Do tell," he replied playfully. He followed her into her bedroom.

"I made them all think I was going to The Fall, the biggest club here, so of course they all went thinking we could hang out," she answered. "Am I terrible?" She asked as she stood with her back to him.

He approached and placed his hands on her hips, her back pressed to his front as he leaned down.

"I think smart is a better description," he murmured. Keeping one hand on her hip, his other hand began to caress her upper arm, his mouth pressing kisses into the side of her head.

"You weren't kidding about not forgetting," she chuckled nervously.

"Well, we don't have to do anything if you're not up to it," he murmured in her hair.

"I got us the house to ourselves for a reason," she replied. "But... let's just go slow."

"As you wish, cosita linda," he murmured against her hair.

She turned around, still in his grasp, and took his hands in hers. Then, she slowly walked backward to guide both of them to her bed. She sat and swung her legs over to lay down, and he followed after her, climbing on top of her. He held himself up as he looked down at her.

"Eres hermosa, bombón, truly. Let me show you as much," he murmured.

[You are beautiful]

She nodded, and he leaned down to kiss her again. His lips stayed soft, kissing her delicately as if she were porcelain, but that contrasted to how he grabbed her thighs firmly, not painfully. Immediately, she spread them out for him to slot himself between. He leaned his torso into her and massaged her thighs in his hands, molding them how he saw fit. Keeping one hand there, the other came up to caress her chest, trickling down and to the side as his fingers dug into the plush flesh of her stomach. She went stiff for a minute, and he stopped.

"Does that hurt?" He asked quietly.

"No, I just... that's... I don't like that part," she mumbled, unable to meet his gaze.

"I do," he grunted with pinched brows. "You're soft. I like how you feel in my hands."

He squeezed her again but dove for her neck to kiss her there, causing her to gasp and arch into him. A deep chuckle resonated in his chest.

"I'm sensitive there..." she whimpered. He lavishly licked one spot followed by intensely sucking there, causing her to squirm and moan a little louder.

"There she is," he purred with a smile. "Let me make you feel good, cosita linda."

She nodded and rasped a "Yes" just before he went back to sucking and nibbling on that spot on her neck. His hand left her stomach to come back up and gently grasp her breast, instantly receiving another deep arch as she pushed herself into him and another moan.

"You're so sensitive, amorcito," he chuckled again. "It's adorable."

[Little love]

"Miguel," she moaned outright. Now, that was a sound he wanted to hear again. Her moaning his name sounded better than any music. If he had to hear his name again, he wanted to hear it like that all the time, and only from her.

"You have to tell me what you want, azúcar," he murmured against her neck.

"T-Touch me," she replied.

"Touch you where?" He teased her again.

"Anywhere," she rasped. "I just need to feel you."

"Are you saying you need me? That's a far stretch from what you were saying days ago, mi tesoro," he gloated, taking his hand and slowly slipping it under her RAD uniform blouse.

[My treasure]

"And now you're calling me sugar, treasure, and pretty little thing, where you were saying I was a stubborn mule and a rich brat," she mumbled. He could hear the sting in her words.

"Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?" He whispered into the shell of her ear before pulling away to look at her.

"Show me why I should," she looked up at him with innocent wide eyes.

He smirked down at her and kissed her again, pushing her shirt up. "Can we take this off?"

"Yes."

And, within seconds, it was gone. He made his mind up he wouldn't tear her clothes up, especially the uniform. But that didn't mean he had to take his time removing it.

His eyes traveled lower, taking in the span of her torso, the dark navy and black lace bra she wore. He saw her round and soft stomach, how her waist nipped in to give her such a full hourglass shape. The faded stretch marks across her abdomen he instinctively traced his fingertips down were beautiful as well.

When he was done, he glanced up at her and saw how she refused to look at him, head turned to the side with a fiery blush on her neck, chest, and the shells of her ears. Without saying a word, he sank lower and began kissing her stomach, his hands settling on the curve of her waist to hold her in place. He started mumbling his praises in Spanish, far past what she understood. Little hickies were left across her stomach. Miguel sank lower, planting kisses above the waistband of her skirt, and he slipped one of her thighs up to rest on his shoulder.

Her moans and sighs were soft but becoming more consistent. She didn't fight him or push him away, because she truly had never felt so... worshipped.

The two were so wrapped up in each other that when her bedroom door flew open to slam against the wall, they nearly jumped out of their skins as their heads snapped to see Mammon standing there, breathing hard and looking down at the floor with his hands on his knees.

"I knew– Heh, hang on, gotta– okay, I knew you were trouble!" He barked, sounding out of breath. When he looked up, he shrieked as an angry spiderman was bounding toward him with fangs bared and talons out. "Shit!"

Miguel chased the second born out of the room and down the halls, up the stairs, and all over the house, shouting obscenities in Spanish for interrupting and barging in. Altaira sighed and got up to close the door, deciding Mammon could meet his own fate for what he did, without her bailing him out for a bit. She got undressed and found some lounge clothes to wear. With a big sigh, she laid herself on her bed again, face up toward the ceiling. She held up her hands and saw how they still lightly trembled from her nervousness. Her hands dropped to clasp one another over her chest, her brows pinched as she thought deeply.

Do I... love him? How could I?

---

A while later, Miguel finally reappeared, running his fingers through his hair and a hand on his waist as he walked into her room. It was dark, and he could make out her figure on her bed, laying on her side and wrapped in her blankets. With a sigh, he deactivated his suit and slipped into his lounge clothes as well, approaching her quietly. When he placed a hand down next to her, she instantly looked up at him over her shoulder and then scooted over to make room while relinquishing some of the blanket. He slid in silently and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest.

"Did you get 'em?" She murmured softly with a slight playfulness.

"He's currently plastered against the wall upside down. Surely someone will get him down," he mumbled in her ear. "Are you upset with me, bombón?"

"No, I just have a lot on my mind," she replied truthfully.

"Hmm. You can tell me," he countered.

"I will when I'm ready," she answered. He looked down at her over his nose, not liking the sound of that, but he held her tighter nonetheless.

"As you wish," he murmured, kissing the top of her head.

And that's all that was said for a while. He waited for her to become still, her body relaxing into his, and her soft breathing to turn into soft snores to know she was fully asleep. He played with her hair as he lay awake, a myriad of things on his mind too. Thoughts of home plagued him, wondering if Jess and the team were handling things without him.

When Altaira kicked her leg in her sleep, he entangled her in his so she'd stop, and his mind quickly shifted gears to her. He thought about the ramifications of what he was doing. Would this disrupt anything? Could he have her? Did she want him to have her? Would she be willing to leave this place?

He wasn't entirely sure, and being so uncertain wasn't necessarily new to him, given the nature of his work, but it didn't make it any easier either.

She moved again, murmuring something as he watched her grip the sheets in front of her. His thoughts melted away as his focus shifted to her in the moment. He could feel her heart starting to pound in her chest, her body heat starting to climb. His hand came to rest on her temple as he whispered to her, hoping to ease her troubles.

"Estoy aquí," he murmured softly.

[I'm here]

Oh, how far he'd fallen in such a short time for one little woman.

"No te dejaré."

[I won't leave you]

So, so far.

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The next morning, Miguel left her to sleep a little longer as he got up to peruse the House's pantry. As he was sifting through what was available, he heard a deep sigh, followed by someone clearing his throat.

"Good morning, Miguel," Lucifer said. Miguel closed the pantry and turned to face the eldest brother. "I made us coffee. Why don't we talk?"

"You know, I'm not sure if I'm a fan of the "talks" demons like to have," Miguel quipped as he watched Lucifer hand him a full cup of steaming brown liquid. The eldest chuckled.

"No, I'm afraid you're right. However, let's continue this outside," he replied, leading Miguel to the back and outside near the cemetery on the House property.

"Well?" Miguel prompted Lucifer.

"I saw the new art on the wall in the hallway of the foyer. A nice touch, but I did have to take it down. Having Mammon splattered to the wall almost naked ruined my appetite," Lucifer stated.

"A shame," Miguel replied.

"Nonetheless, he did mean well. I do apologize for his abrupt interruption. He's fond of Altaira, you see. He's the one who clings to her the most out of all of us," Lucifer went on to explain. When his companion didn't speak, he continued. "We all care for her deeply. But I do think out of all my brothers, I'm the most reasonable."

The Avatar then turned to face Miguel completely while taking a sip.

"And?"

"And I understand that she's special. Altaira is unlike any human we've met. Much more than just caring for her, we love her deeply. But as the eldest, and trying to be respectful of her desires, I want you to know, you can only have her if you care and love her more deeply than we do. I can't speak on behalf of our prince because hell only knows how he feels about this, but you have to treat her better than we do. She is loved and adored by an entire realm, and it won't be easy to let her go if that's something you two decide," Lucifer explained.

"What is Diavolo's problem anyway?" Miguel asked. Lucifer smiled down in his cup and looked off to the treeline beyond the cemetery.

"He loves her. He wants to marry her. But his duties stop him each and every time. He's worried about what the nobility would think," he answered. He looked back to Miguel. "A demon, a royal demon, marrying a human is unprecedented."

"Even as loved as she is by your people?"

Lucifer nodded and looked away again. "Even then. She can't provide what the realm would want from the prospective royal match. And we can't deny as progressive as we are becoming, unfortunately, there are still those with enough power to cause an uproar if they were upset by such a move on Diavolo's part."

"What do you mean by that? Not providing?" Miguel asked with a brow raised and head tilted. He finally took a drink of his coffee and nearly spat it out from its dark taste.

"I can't answer that," Lucifer replied with a sigh. "She would have to tell you more about herself. Otherwise, she's a perfect match for the prince." He finally looked back to the spiderman. "So I ask that you don't screw this up, and watch where you walk. Diavolo's outwardly kind, but he's no fool. He's aware that he is slowly losing his chance with her by you being here, so you can expect him to make calculative moves until he decides what to do– with you or her."

"And why are you telling me this? And if you say you love her as well, then why didn't you make your move?"

The Avatar of Pride chuckled deeply. "I did, two years ago. But back then, she was still holding out for Diavolo, so she turned me down." Lucifer turned serious again. "As for why I'm telling you this, well, I do still love her, so I want what's best for her. If that's you, then so be it. But if she chooses Diavolo, I want you to know that you'll have to let her go, just as I did. Just like Diavolo won't stand for the destruction of his world, I won't tolerate the destruction of my family, and that includes her."

"I see. You're right, you do seem to be the reasonable one. But I thought you were his right hand? Wouldn't you also be telling me to leave her alone?" Miguel asked suspiciously.

"I have to follow his commands. He has not made such a command... yet. And, I will say, affairs of the heart weren't in my job description when I took this on. He is on his own to woo her," Lucifer answered. He then looked at the time and sighed. "She'll be awake soon. Mammon is making breakfast today."

Miguel shivered. "Right, I believe we'll be eating elsewhere." Lucifer chuckled and nodded, gesturing back toward the House to head that way.

---

Miguel knocked at her bedroom door after his talk with Lucifer, and when he heard no reply, he walked in anyway. Just as he turned around after closing the door, he saw the bathroom door open to Altaira walking out completely naked aside from the towel wrapped up in her hair. Their eyes immediately glued to one another. After a few seconds of silence, she immediately took a step back and slammed the door shut.

He blinked a couple of times before padding over to the door and softly knocking on it.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

There was a little whimper, and then the door opened again. This time, she was wrapped in a larger towel to hide herself.

"Altaira," he murmured to her. He took hold of her chin and tilted her head back as he kissed her with a smile on his lips. "Hermosa, you really know how to work me up."

She pulled her chin away and looked down, immediately inching away.

"Bombón, did I upset you?"

"I..." she started to say and then stopped. She trembled a bit, leaning against the doorframe.

"Cariño, come here," he murmured, gathering her into his arms. "Don't be ashamed. I love how you look."

[Dear]

"That's not how I wanted you to see me for the first time..." she finally replied, her voice wavering.

"Then I'll pretend I saw nothing," he replied with a playful lilt. "And you can show me when you're ready."

That seemed to help her as she finally relaxed into his hold, her face rubbing against his sternum.

"Is Mammon alive?"

"Barely. The oldest got him down," he replied.

"That's a turn of events. Usually Lucifer is the one stringing him up," she quipped. "He must've felt bad for Mammon." She then walked across the room.

"Bombón," Miguel called to her. She looked at him over her shoulder as she pawed through her closet. That one look alone made him feel weak. "What would you say to a date to get to know each other more?"

Her eyes shined with delight. "Sure! Any particular requests?" She seemed happy with such an ask.

"Just somewhere where we can talk privately and openly," he answered.

"I know the place."

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"What is this?" Miguel asked.

"This is Diavolo's private beach. The brothers and I are the few who have total access to it at any time," she replied.

"Ah, so picnic on the beach?"

"Yes!" She said excitedly. They both got out of her car and walked around back to grab the blankets and takeout boxes they got on the way there.

The two walked out to the beach, just a few feet from the shoreline to find their spot. Miguel laid out the blanket and started digging down the corners so it'd stay put. Altaira set up the food, wine, and a small speaker hooked up to her D.D.D. to play music.

When the two were settled, she opened a bottle of vintage blush wine and began pouring it.

"What? No red?" He asked incredulously, but clearly joking. She rolled her eyes.

"Don't act like you care for it either. Sorry, and no cerveza for us. I prefer this," she replied. "Plus, I wanted to be a little classy."

"Rosé drinker, got it. Maybe I should call you rosíta," he replied. She smiled and bumped her shoulder against his.

"So what did you want to talk about?"

Miguel was silent for a moment, his lips pursing and staring out into the waters. Altaira got out her device and began playing soft jazz music and switching the beach setting from sunset to nighttime, the moon high in the sky to provide them with light.

"I want us to get to know each other better, and more deeply. I think it would help both of us," he answered. "I'll go first since this is my idea."

She nodded and he continued.

"I told you I lead a small elite force that watches over the multiverse to ensure its propagation," he said first. She nodded again. "I never told you why I started this team..."

He then explained what he had done in the past, and why he did it. She watched him with pinched brows, looking away every so often as if to analyze certain points he talked about. When he was done, he said,

"I try to stop others from meeting the same fate as me."

She moved away to face the waters, looking out to the ocean with a solemn face.

"I can't fault you for any of that."

He was silent, waiting for more.

"But...?"

"There's no but," she murmured, her eyes cast downward then. "You have to make hard decisions, and you tried to do something to find happiness, only leading to destruction. I get it."

"You sound..."

"Heartbroken," she replied quietly.

"Why?"

It was her turn to look away, her face harshly pensive.

"Because that's something I can't give you. I can't give anyone," she answered with a bitter bite to her tone. Her head turned slightly as she looked at him in her preferal. "Have you heard what they call me? The demons?"

"What?"

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Thanks for reading<3

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Tags: @delphi-dreamin @itsmeninerz @bite-sized-devil

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leyleythecannibal · 5 months

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Ch. 1 | First Day [OC]

Teacher: Alright class settle down. Today we have a couple exchange students, and I want you to be respectful and kind toward them. Say hi to Rose and Ruby.

*The door to the classroom opens and two girls enter. Both of them have long, straight hair and are wearing the exact same outfit of a black short skirt and a black crop top. The only distinction between them is that Ruby has green highlights in her hair, and has green eyes, and Rose, pink eyes and highlights. They make a quick introduction saying they're seventeen, and are identical twins, and sit down next to each other at the rightmost seat at the back of the classroom*

Ruby: God, everyone's been whispering since we introduced ourselves.

Rose: I know, it's annoying. Maybe they fell in love with you~

Ruby: Well of they did, I think it would be with you instead~

Rose: Well either way, I wonder when they'll figure out that they don't have a chance?

Ruby: Shh! If someone hears, all the fun will be gone!

*They both chuckle, then silently focus on the teacher*

**LUNCH BREAK**

*At lunch break, they hold hands and go up to the rooftop*

Rose: Are you still not eating? How long has it been?

Ruby: About three weeks. Why, want me to eat with you? How romantic!

Rose: Shut up. I was just curious. Why are you starving yourself in the first place anyway?

Ruby: So I can lose some weight and look good for you~

Rose: Haha, right. Is it not unhealthy to not eat? You're making me kinda worried...

*Ruby squishes her cheeks and kisses her forehead*

Ruby: Don't worry about your sis, she's fine.

Rose: If you say so...

Ruby: Oh look! That spot looks good, we can sit there!

Rose: Huh? Oh, sure. Let's go.

*They sit on a bench, looking out the roof. They sit next to each other and watch the view. Ruby tilts her head and lays it on her sister's shoulder as she's eating lunch*

Ruby: Hey Rose.

Rose: Hm?

Ruby: Wanna jump down?

Rose: Now?

Ruby: Sure.

Rose: Nah. I still got things I wanna do in this life.

Ruby: Oh? Like what?

Rose: Like getting a girlfriend for example. Wouldn't it be cool?

Ruby: Well you technically have one already.

Rose: Y- I mean, that doesn't count.

Ruby: Why not?

Rose: You know mom wouldn't approve of it.

Ruby: She can go fuck herself.

Rose: Touché.

Ruby: Are you finished? I need to use the restroom.

Rose: Fine, let's go.

*Ruby grabs Rose's hand and brings her to the bathroom with her*

Rose: Are you a baby or something? You could've come on your own.

Ruby: But I don't wanna be away from my dear sister. Anyway wait, I'll pee real quick and we can go. Don't listen to me peeing~

Rose: Eww! You're so gross! At least be quick.

*Ruby winks at her and goes in. As Rose is waiting for her in the entrance, a guy walks up to her and stands in front of her*

Rose: Uhh, can I help you?

Jake: The name's Jake, I was just passing by and you really caught my eye. You single by any chance?

Rose: Nice talking to you, but no. I'd appreciate it if you could leave me alone.

Jake: Hm? I haven't seen your boyfriend around.

Rose: Well, my girlfriend is with me all day, you just haven't seen her I guess. Now leave me alone, will you?

Jake: Girlfriend? Well a beauty like you should try giving boys a chance too.

Rose: Oh you're one of those guys, huh? I'm gonna give you one last chance to leave.

*She pulls out a pocket knife but only makes Jake laugh*

Rose: Ruby! Get your ass out here today maybe!

Jake: Wait, are you seriously threatening me with that? Haha! It's smaller than my--

*Rose quickly stabs the knife in his thigh which makes him scream and yell at her as he slowly leaves*

Jake: You'll pay for this you harlot! Mark my words, I'll make you pay!

*He finally disappears and Ruby comes out of the stall*

Rose: God, on the first day? Seriously? I hate guys like him. Gross.

Ruby: Wow that was really hot, Rose~

Rose: Were you watching me?! Why didn't you help, you asshole!?

Ruby: Is it so bad to watch and be proud of my sister? But, say... Who were you talking about when you said your girlfriend? Hmm??

Rose: No one. I just said it to make him leave.

Ruby: Are you suuuure?

Rose: Yes. Now help me clean my knife, you useless creature.

Ruby: Only if you give me a kiss~

Rose: Ugh, fine.

*Rose gives her a quick kiss on the cheek and Ruby hugs her, showing how happy she is and they get to cleaning the knife. No more events happen on the first day, but this much action is enough for the girls anyway*

#fic #oc

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sunhavenkitten · 11 months

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Bundles of Love

Amari!OC x Jun

TW: Childbirth, emetophobia

Word Count: 3,283

Summary: Isabelle the cat Amari finds out she's pregnant with Jun's baby and undergoes the process of breaking the news to Jun all the way up to the birth.

Notes: I know the idea might not be very popular with everyone, but I decided to write in a water birth because I find the idea of water birth very interesting. I've also written a few birth fics and wanted to change things up. I hope that is okay! Thanks for reading!

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"Congratulations."

"Hm?" She hummed in confusion, replying to the man in the white lab coat.

"It looks like you don't have the flu after all. The persistent bouts of morning sickness you've been experiencing are because you're pregnant," he said with a relaxed smile.

The whole world seemed to stop for her right then and there. Was he serious? Well, of course he was. This was Wornhardt, after all. He was always serious. Especially about extra serious matters. She smiled then, though by her expression one would think she was in pain.

"I'm sorry. I think I'm feeling another bout of nausea..."

Wornhardt chuckled, "Well, it isn't a surprise that you'd be nervous. This is your first, isn't it?"

She nodded.

"I can recommend some tea and lemon first thing in the morning for the nausea. If it continues to be a problem let me know, and I can try and get some medicine that will be safe for both you and the baby... Is.. everything alright?"

After the question Wornhardt reached down and pulled out a round metal basin from a cabinet by the bed, handing it to Belle in case she really was going to be sick. He thought by the look on her face that she might be.

"Thank you Wornhardt, but I'm okay. I'm just shocked. I mean, we weren't really trying for a baby but... at the same time I suppose we weren't really trying to prevent it, either."

Wornhardt laughed, "Well, that's how it happens sometimes." Then, he replied more seriously, "But really, Isabelle, you don't have to worry about a thing. I'm going to give you and your baby the best care I possibly can. And I know Jun will be over the moon to find out."

She looked up at him then, "You think so? You don't think it will be too sudden?"

"You know Jun just as well as I do, if not more. He isn't one to worry in the face of something unexpected. He welcomes life with open arms."

She smiled to herself then, "You're right, Wornhardt. Thank you."

"Of course. And besides, he'll be glad to hear that nothing is the matter with you."

She looked up then, "What do you mean?"

"Well, Jun has noticed that you haven't been yourself lately, which I'm sure he's communicated with you. He was the one who asked me to take a look at you before you decided to finally come in yourself. He's been pretty worried."

Her ears went down as she frowned. Has she really been making Jun worry so much? She couldn't help but feel a little selfish for putting off this doctor's appointment when it could've been something to help put Jun's nerves at ease.

"I see. I guess I have an apology to deliver along with the good news."

Wornhardt smiled before proceeding to fill out her paperwork and send her on her way.

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She waited until the end of the day to make her way over to Jun’s house. When she got there, Jun had been starting a pot of tea.

"Oh, Belle! I didn't expect you at this time. How are you feeling? Want to come in for some tea?"

"Hi, Jun. I'd love that," she replied.

Jun welcomed her in, guiding her to the kotatsu in his living room. She sat down and thanked him as he handed her a warm cup of tea.

"Actually, Jun, as much as I love your company, I was here because I wanted to talk."

Jun set his cup down, "Of course. You know I'm here to listen any time you want to talk."

She clutched her own cup to her chest. The warmth from the ceramic mug comforted and grounded her. She knew she didn't need to be so nervous, but she's never had a conversation like this before. She only hoped it went as well as Wornhardt seemed to believe it would.

"I went to see Dr. Wornhardt today."

Jun reached a hand out across the table as an offer for her to take it. She unclasped her mug and took his hand in hers. His expression didn't seem concerned. It was the same calm, gentle expression he always wore when listening to someone speak their heart. He was just letting her know he was there for her, whatever it may be.

"He said I'm pregnant."

After she spoke she bit her lip, her eyes scanning his face anxiously as realization slowly set in. His own eyes widened, sparkling like a set of amethysts as his lips began to part.

"Isabelle..." then, his face spread into a wide smile, "That's wonderful news!"

She finally set her cup down, nodding at him.

"I was worried that you wouldn't be ready," she admitted.

"Is that why you seemed nervous? True, having a baby is a huge deal. It's going to change our lives forever. But there isn't anyone else in the world I'd rather go on that journey with than you."

She smiled sweetly, "Jun..."

"I gave you my old journal a while back. I never asked you if you read it or not, but I wrote a lot about how it was one of my biggest dreams to find the love of my life, settle down, and have a family with them. You've made that dream come true. I feel like the happiest person alive."

He held her then, hugging her tight as she wrapped her arms around him. He spoke softly in her ear, his voice tinged with joy.

"No matter what, I'm always here for you. You can count on me and come to me for anything you need. I'll always be there for you..."

He pulled away then, resting a palm against her stomach as he continued, "...For both of you."

She smiled, tears stinging the corners of her eyes. Damned hormones.

"Thank you, Jun."

Jun wiped the tears from her lashes, giggling and smiling gleefully as he pressed his forhead against hers before kissing her. The tea long forgotten.

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The next few months were a blur. She was still able to do her usual farming, adventuring, and exploring initially, but there were a series of long discussions about what would happen as she got further along. Exploring and adventuring would be out of the question, especially alone in places that were dangerous and riddled with monsters. She would receive help from different people in town when it came to her farm. At the very least, helping her water crops and keep them alive for the few months that she was ordered to keep hard labor to a minimum.

The time she didn't spend farming she spent gathering baby supplies, picking out names, and nesting her home so that everything was perfect for when baby came. She had already discussed with Jun the high possibility of having multiples. After all, it was fairly common for an Amari to have at the very least two or three, though not always, especially with hybrid pregnancies.

It didn't matter, Jun was a ball of excitement either way. Every time he thought of their future together or saw her stomach steadily getting bigger, it filled his heart with so much joy.

Everyone around town was buzzing with excitement when they heard the news. After all, in a town so small, it was always a matter of celebration when someone was growing their family and adding new little ones to the town of Sun Haven.

Catherine offered her healthy snacks and herbal remedies to help with any ailments she might be dealing with throughout her pregnancy. Kitty knitted onesies, complete with snaps on the back just in case they were born with tails. And Liam offered her so many hand-me-downs from his sisters, delighted that they might be put to use instead of adding to all the clutter in his small home.

She felt so safe and comforted by the people of Sun Haven, welcoming her and her baby with open arms and so much warmth. It often brought her to tears, and there was always a warm hand on her shoulder comforting her until the mood swing passed.

As she approached her due date, Jun made sure to keep his schedule more open so that he could spend more time with her, excited for the baby and wanting to take care of her as much as possible. Her back was often sore and she had gotten clumsier the bigger her belly got, which was quite large. Dr. Wornhardt suspected twins at least.

There were moments where she was nervous about motherhood or about the birth, and Jun was always right there comforting her.

"I'll be there with you the whole way. No matter what happens, we have each other."

Then, one day she was on her farm, tending to a few simple tasks like watering flowers and feeding the chickens when suddenly a rush of warm fluid soaked her pants. It had felt odd, almost like a rubber band snapping inside her. Right away she knew what it meant.

Luckily, Jun was in her home making some tea for when she came inside so that she didn't get dehydrated. When she entered her kitchen he turned to greet her, then saw the large damp patch covering her lower half. He stopped what he was doing and made his way over towards her, his voice as gentle as ever.

"Oh, did you have an accident sweetheart? That's okay. I'll help you get cleaned up."

"No, Jun. Actually, I'm pretty sure my water just broke."

Jun had been taking her hand, wrapping his arm around her waist to lead her to the bathroom when he paused.

"Wait, really?"

She nodded, and Jun smiled. Sure, there were nerves, but he couldn't contain his excitement at the thought that he would finally meet his little one soon. He took her face in his hands, kissing her and pressing his forehead to hers.

"Alright, make yourself comfortable, okay? I'll help you get changed then I'm going to run and tell Wornhardt. Will you be okay until I get back?"

She nodded once more, "I'll be fine. You don't have to help me change, I can do it myself. Besides, I'm going to hop in the bath anyway and rinse off."

He nodded, still helping her to the bathroom anyway and holding her hand as she stepped out of her wet pants. He didn't leave until the bath was running and he knew she safe and cozy in the tub. Then, he rushed out and jogged towards the hospital.

When Jun returned he immediately went to her side, seeing her hunched over the side of the bathtub gripping the edge for dear life. Her breathing was heavy and she was moaning in pain. Jun tucked her hair out of her face, though it was sweaty and stuck to her forehead.

"It's okay. I've got you. Remember to just breathe."

Jun breathed with her for a moment, helping her get back into the rhythm until the contraction passed. When she was more clear headed he gave her the news.

"You did so great, baby. I'm sorry I wasn't here when it started. Wornhardt will be here any moment. Let's get you out of the bath and into something nice and comfortable, alright?"

She nodded, feeling a little sick. Once she was out of the bath Jun helped hold her hair back while she was sick in the toilet, rubbing her back in soothing circles.

Afterwards, he helped her get on a cool, silky nightgown and coze up in the bed while he set up the bath for her water birth. She knew right away that she wanted a home birth, feeling much more comfortable in her space than in a hospital, but the water birth had been Jun's suggestion. He had read that it can help mothers experience less pain and feel more in control, and after some discussion with Wornhardt about the pros and cons of different birthing methods she had decided to go with it.

When Wornhardt finally arrived he was with a birthing assistant, someone from the hospital to help with the overall process. The assistant took over setting up the bath so Jun could be by Isabelle's side. He sat by the bed and held her hand while Wornhardt checked her dilation.

"Everything seems to be going along smoothly. You still have a ways to go, so just hang tight for now. My assistant and I will make sure everything is ready by the time active labor begins."

Jun was grateful that he had read so many books to prepare for this moment. He had read every pregnancy and parenthood book the library had to offer, so thankfully he wasn't left in the dark about any part of the process. It helped put his nerves at ease so he could better support her.

As time went on her contractions slowly started to get longer and stronger. She went for a walk around the farm and let Jun massage her lower back when the pain got too intense. After a couple hours, Wornhardt checked her cervix again to reveal that she was dilated past 6cm, and her labor would start to progress much faster now.

As the contractions became unbearable she held onto Jun's hand tight, struggling to breathe properly as the pain encompassed everything inside her. That's when they decided to move her to the bath, hoping the warm water would help soothe the pain, even just a little.

Things increasingly got more intense. Soon, the contractions almost felt like more than she could take. She was so grateful that they would eventually pass, but when she was in the midst of a particularly bad one, it felt like it would go on forever. Momentarily, she worried that not opting to be in the hospital was a bad idea. What if something went horribly wrong? What if she really couldn't take the pain?

Jun eventually got in the bath with her, holding her hand through contractions and helping put pressure on her lower back to relieve some of the pain. With him there she started to feel more at ease. He constantly gave her encouragement and reassurances, telling her she was strong and that she could do this. It filled her with a renewed sense of vigor.

In the end, she appreciated his support in massaging her and encouraging her from inside the tub, but ultimately she felt more comfortable with him being outside of the tub when things started to really kick into gear. He was happy to help her any way he could, still holding her hand tightly and offering her encouraging words from just outside the bath. Soon, it was finally time to push.

"Wornhardt... I feel an urge to push."

Wornhardt was putting on a fresh pair of gloves as he came over to the birthing pool.

"I'd say that sounds about right for how far along you are. Go ahead and listen to your body. If you feel an urge go ahead and push. When the contraction passes you're free to take a break."

She cried out as she bore down and began pushing, feeling like she might break Jun's hand. The pain was incredible. Unlike anything she had ever felt before, but it was as though her body knew exactly what to do about it. She didn't feel scared and helpless like she thought she would. She felt completely in control, allowing her body to give her the right signals and following them accordingly.

As the contraction died she caught her breath, panting heavily while Jun wiped her forehead with a cool cloth.

"You're doing so well, baby. You've got this. Just a little more," Jun cooed by her ear.

As the next wave of contractions hit she began pushing again, everything feeling more intense this time around. Luckily, Jun knew exactly what to do without her even needing to say anything. He was calm, supportive, and let her lean her head against him when the fatigue got to be too much.

"The head is starting to crown. Jun, would you like to see?" Wornhardt asked, reaching into the pool.

Jun nodded. He didn't let go of Belle's hand as he scooted around the tub, peering into the water and seeing one of the most amazing sights he'd ever seen in his life. All he could think about was the awe and respect he had for his love, and the excitement that the baby was almost here. He could literally see them. Soon, they'd be in his arms.

"Give me one more good push, Belle," Wornhardt encouraged.

She cried out loudly as she did so, her scream filling the room yet barely being processed by anyone as the whirlwind of events followed suit. The baby came out and Wornhardt caught them and brought them up above water in one swift motion. He set the baby against mom's chest, and her arms wrapped around them tight as she caught her breath.

Jun was simply mesmerized. His face lit up and he was right back at Belle's side, reaching his arm out towards the baby as it took its first breaths. Overcome with joy, all he could do was press his head against Belle's and stare at the little bundle in her arms. Wornhardt's assistant checked the time, wrote something down, then wrapped a towel around the baby's small body.

The assistant's voice was kind and gentle, "Do you mind if I take her? It seems you aren't done yet."

Isabelle nodded, reluctant to let her baby go but at the same time ready to get back to business. Jun watched longingly as his daughter was whisked away by the assistant, but he was soon distracted by the doctor.

"Jun, do you want to help me catch baby number two?"

Jun was ecstatic. Wornhardt gave him a quick set of simple instructions and Jun was at the ready as the next round of pushing quickly revealed baby number two into the world. This time, the process was much easier and faster than the first, and before he knew it the baby was sliding into his arms. Gently, Jun lifted them up out of the water, smiling gleefully as he set them on mom's chest.

A son and a daughter. Jun felt like the luckiest person who ever lived. Wornhardt let the two of them snuggle while he checked on the little girl. Afterwards, Jun helped cut their umbilical cords while Belle passed the placenta and got cleaned up and moved to the bed.

She was so glad to see that Jun wasn't squeamish or put off by any of it at all. He seemed enchanted. Like everything going on around him was exciting and beautiful, and she was the center of it all right up until their little bundles entered the scene.

Once all the excitement and flurry of medical processes passed it was just the four of them snuggling up in bed with a baby on each of their chests. Belle would fall in and out of sleep, smiling to herself each time she woke up and saw her little boy wrapped up safely on her chest, his fluffy black tail wiggling as it was swaddled in the blanket. Jun was cuddled in bed beside her, torn between staring at his daughter, his son, and his worn out lover whom he had fallen in love with all over again.

He couldn't be more thankful for the journey that their lives had blessed upon him, and he would do his best to show his family that every single day.

#sun haven fanfiction #sun haven jun #sun haven jun fanfiction #sun haven fanfic #sunhaven fanfiction #tw.childbirth #tw.emetophobia #emetophobia

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starry-knight-coffins · 1 year

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Hiii!!!

Guess what I was doing instead of writing my fanfic! Participating in a Tumblr event (tehe)

Wrote a little something for this event yo @bunnwich

Anyway, yeah. Hi, I was that funky weird anon who asked if it was ocs only bc I... Had no ocs. Glad it doesn't need ocs tho bc I'm like weak for Idia and Leona and seeing them together makes me very happy

So, ye

Enjoy?

Yuletide? Trusty reindeer?! Leona couldn't give a damn about any of that! What was with that drawing anyway? Why were there only two slips? Because of the headmaster's poor excuse of a joke, he ended up as some trusty herbivore for a radish sprout that looked like he'd pass out if Leona got too close. What a joke! All he wanted to do right now is go to the botanical garden and-

Also readable on AO3 tehe!

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Hm. He's got a little issue. Idia's little sprout brother stood between him and the botanical garden doors and, by the looks of it, Ortho wouldn't let him pass by so easily.

"Aha! There you are, Leona Kingscholar!" Ortho hovered over to him, displaying a rather cheerful expression, "Niisan has given me a request to go find you, so here I am! Will you spare us a moment of your time? I promise it'll be worth your while!"

Leona didn't want to go and see what Idia was up to, but if it was for that yule thing he probably had to, "Why does he want to see me?"

"He wants to show you a super cool mount he made to make Yuletide a little easier for you two to navigate."

"Alright, fine." Leona stepped aside for the little guy to show the way, "Lead us there."

"Roger!"

Leona followed Ortho for a long while, leaving the botanical garden and his morning plans far behind him. They walked past the school and several dozen trees, finally arriving at some discreet clearing far away from campus. A rather large sleigh sat in the middle of the clearing, filled to the brim with a generous amount of gifts and a single radish sprout.

"Oi, radish sprout." Shouted Leona as he walked closer, the sleigh seemed surprisingly new, "What's all this about?"

"O-Oh Leona..!" Idia fumbled with his tablet for a brief moment before holding it in front of him, letting the device do all the talking, "Fuhihihi! Welcome, my trusty reindeer, to the most exciting event of your week! Do you like my sleigh?"

"It's… nice. I don't have to pull it around, do I?"

"Sevens, no! We're not going to do something so cringe! We're in the future, Leona, we have no need to use such a slow method of transport. Instead, I got us a mount that…" Idia pointed dramatically into the air, "Can fly!"

"Fly? Really?" Leona leaned against the sleigh, "You made a sleigh that could fly in two days?"

"It's easy to do, I just didn't sleep. Ezpz." Idia seemed pretty smug about his terrible sleep schedule, "Anyway, do you know how to properly drive a flying car? It's easy if you don't know, I can teach you the basics in under an hour."

-⛄-

Unexpectedly, driving around in a flying car with Idia and Ortho is… fun. Well, fun enough. Leona got free rein, so he could fly anywhere on campus that he wanted, but he had to listen to Idia talk about fifty different video games. The only thing they've done together game-wise is chess! Not videogames, chess! It's rare to see Idia so animated, though, so… whatever. He could listen to more nerd facts as he drove around if it meant that Idia wouldn't freeze in fear at every little thing.

"- and so, that's how you can get a total of ten cupcakes during your ACNH birthday party." Explained Idia as he shuffled through his bag, gripping his tablet in one hand and pulling out a bundle of crumpled paper with the other, "Anyway, you drive fine now, so we can get on to the main event."

"The main event wasn't me doing a couple loops with this car?" Questioned Leona as they passed by the top bit of NRC for the sixth time that afternoon, "I thought that was thrilling."

"We almost lost a couple presents!" Exclaimed Idia, smacking Leona lightly with his tablet, "And that stunt wasn't it! We need to test this sleigh and deliver a few gifts."

"Why?"

"I want to see if we can go no contact and just drop gifts on people, that's why I have Ortho in the back." Idia flipped through a couple of the pages in his hand, "You probably shouldn't run over anyone, but I encourage scaring people to death by nearly running them over. Particularly Azul, he beat me in Monopoly last week through dirty tactics-"

-⛄-

Yep. Nothing like walking through the snow miserably. Against all odds, Ruggie found himself running late. Not that late, but still, pretty late. His class went on past the bell, the line at Sam's store took forever, and now the hyena found himself crunching through the snow with Jack. He met up with the guy on his way out of the store but… still. It feels a little awkward that he's making Jack lug around all the laundry stuff he bought earlier. Jack was super willing and everything, but still. The help is appreciated at least.

"So…" Starts Jack, perhaps uncomfortable with the silence between them, "Have you heard what has been happening today?"

"Are you talking about the murder sleigh?" Questioned Ruggie, "Yeah, it would be pretty hard to miss the gossip floating around the halls about the mysterious flying vehicle that nearly mowed down a couple students today."

"Yeah, that sleigh." Jack keeps on trudging ok through the snow, "It didn't kill anyone yet, but it tended to target students who were alone in open spaces."

"... Yeah?"

"And we're alone… in an open space. We won't get run over next, will we?"

"Huh." Ruggie hadn't thought about that before, but they sure are walking in an open space with nobody else around, "Probably not. What's the chances that the crazy murder sleigh would want to-"

"Wait." Jack paused with a small twitch of his ears, "Do you hear something?"

Ruggie stopped in his own tracks, trying to catch on to the mysterious sound Jack was referring to. He could certainly hear something… it's faint, like the jingle of bells and the clunking of several… boxes? He wasn't sure. It was nearly impossible to hear the bells over the crunching of snow and their idle chatter, he's surprised Jack hear the noise at all. Still, why does it sound like that bell jingle is getting louder by the second?

"Where is that sound coming-?" Ruggie turned to look behind him, coming face to face with a sleigh in the sky that's coming straight at them, "Jack! The sleigh! It's coming for us!"

"What?!" Jack hauled the bags he held over his shoulder as he started running for it, "We have to go, Ruggie! Run-!"

"Don't run!" Yelled something from the sleigh that's hurling itself towards them, "Duck! Get down!"

Jack and Ruggie were on the ground in seconds, holding their breath as the sleigh sped on by over their heads. Part of him swore that he saw the vehicle graze the top fluff off of Jack's ears, it went way too close to them!

"Great seven…" Ruggie cursed as he slowly lifted himself up from the snow, "Are you good, dude?"

"I- Yeah." Jack's gaze seemed to follow the retreating sleigh that flew off into the evening sky, "Are you good?"

"Well, I'm certainly not roadkill." Ruggie spun around briefly, looking at their surroundings, "The stuff I bought isn't crushed or anything but- hey!" Ruggie pointed towards two neatly placed present boxes that had somehow appeared behind them, "Look! Did the sleigh drop these?"

"Maybe?" Jack carefully approached the gifts, grabbing one and flipping it around, "There's a tag here, this one says 'For Jack, from the green one and his reindeer'. Wait, it's for me?!"

"Does that mean the other one is for me?!" Ruggie quickly picked up the other box and grabbed the tag, it had his name on it, "Dude! It is for me!"

"Should we open them..?"

"Why not? It's not like the sleigh is coming back for them."

Jack merely nodded in agreement before tearing open his present, "No way! Succulent crochet for beginners, I was looking up this book last night!"

Oh boy, Ruggie was looking up different types of laundry detergent last night. He really, really hoped he wasn't about to get laundry detergent. Maybe he should save this thing to open later-

"What did you get?" Questioned Jack, eyes brimming with curiosity.

Well, no avoiding it now. Ruggie carefully undid the neat ribbon before tearing apart the wrapping paper, revealing… four dozen doughnuts? Oh yeah, the other thing he was looking up last night, how to easily make four dozen doughnuts while hungry. He never managed to accomplish that, mainly because the BOOgle results sucked, but now he got what he wanted with zero effort. Ruggie popped open one of the doughnuts, expecting to get some plain ones, but what greeted him instead were twelve doughnuts that seemed to be individually decorated to look like spotted hyenas. That's… really cute, actually.

Jack leaned over his shoulder to look at his newly acquired doughnut haul, pointing at one of the various hyena doughnuts, "Hey, Ruggie, that one looks like you!"

-⛄-

"Did you see their faces?!" Idia seemed close to tears besides him, face adorned with a huge grin, "Gold! They're expressions are almost as good as Azul's look of pure panic!"

"I got a pretty good shot of their faces!" Exclaims Ortho with his camera, "We can print you a copy if you want, Leona."

"Sure, why not." Leona couldn't help but smile as he saw the Shroud brothers do a fist bump, "Who are we scaring to death next?"

"They were the last people we had on our test run list, actually." Idia leaned back in his seat, "Can you land us near the botanical garden? You'll be free of your reindeer duties for the day afterwards."

"Oh. Yeah, sure." Part of Leona had hoped that this would last longer, for he's having a better time than expected with the Shroud brothers, but he shouldn't be selfish, "You don't want to land where we started?"

"Nah, too far, the botanical garden is closer." Idia grabbed his discarded tablet and held it up to his face, letting the device do the rest of the talking, "We can take the long scenic route to the field if you want to spend more time with me!"

"Hah, you wish."

Idia huffed behind his tablet as it continued to rattle out words, "You'd definitely fail if you were in an otome."

"Good thing I'm not in one then, yeah?" Leona landed the sleigh with ease outside of the botanical garden, "Here we are, radish sprout. Anything else you two need before I get goin'?"

Idia lowered his tablet to speak with his own mouth once more, "Yeah, I've got one more thing." Idia motioned towards Ortho with his hand, "You still got it?"

"Yep!" Ortho produced a present, dropping it onto Leona's lap, "Happy Yuletide, Leona!"

"Happy Yuletide, Leona. I had to get my trusty reindeer a little something so… tada. Take it with you as you get off, ok? No throwing it away!"

"Alright, alright." Leona carefully held the gift as he got off of the sleigh, "Are we still goin' to have our chess rematch this weekend?"

"Oh defs. " Idia did a little finger gun as he slid on over to the seat Leona once occupied, "This Yuletide job of ours won't stop me from kicking your ass." He quickly left after saying those words, guiding the sleigh off into the sky.

Right. What did Idia get him anyway? Leona tore open the wrapping paper, revealing a rather soft pillow with a nice silk pillowcase folded to the side. This is nice, it could probably replace his usual nap pillow as well…

Wait, does this mean he owes Idia a gift?

#bunnwich winter event 2022 #Kni's writing #This is so skhdkshsjs #I'm sorry if it slightly tastes like leoide I tried making it neutral-ish but I'm not immune to leoide #also not sorry because I stan leoide (brainrot)

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arcaneyouth · 1 year

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📋 IF YOU'RE GOING TO ASK ME ABOUT *MY* OCS THEN I'LL ASK YOU TO TIERLIST *YOUR* OCS. GOOD LUCK

hm. perhaps i should have seen this coming. well played.

i have over 300 ocs at this point so this is reserved for characters from The Deathspeaker and In A Manor Of Speaking because I use them the most, and may still exclude some characters from them because whoa this is a lot of guys. individual tiers are not sorted at all because sorting them into tiers was hard enough. WHOA OK THIS GOT LONG THANKS I HAVE MANY WORDS ABOUT MY OCS. You don't even know the rants about every choice I've made here locked and loaded. Sorry in advance.

Tier above everyone else because these are incredibly obvious to anyone who has seen me make content for my ocs ever - Joe and Amedeo. This is not a hard thing to say they are my favorites I am not ashamed of this. Joe means everything to me he's such a. He's such a. You guys don't even understand. And you won't until I'm freely able to talk about spoilers for my comic. He is everything to me. Amedeo also means so much to me in a different direction, it's such a fucked up piece of shit, a pathetic man, a fucking loser, acts tough but if you push it gently it collapses into a sobbing mess. That's incredible I want to be his friend.

S tier - Dara (she automatically gets the boost of being Joe's girlfriend/wife so I think about her a lot but she is also The Main Character and has an absolutely fascinating personality. Girl you make life decisions like this? I'm obsessed with you.), Theron (also a main character and I don't have the words to explain them I just hold them so gently and then i explode), Darby (I wasn't supposed to get attached to them. But they're so fucking funny. This deadpan murderer delivers the stupidest fucking lines in their monotone voice and I lose it), Rowena (Definitely the most morally complex character I've ever made and I can and have and will continue to write essays analyzing her every move. She's so smart. She's so blinded by her love for this kid. She wants to help a traumatized child heal. She doesn't even know how to heal herself. She made them worse. She ruined lives. She saved one life. Is that what matters?), Kazooie (I WANT HIM TO BE HAPPY. HE'S BARELY KEEPING IT TOGETHER. NOTHING ELSE MATTERS TO HIM ANYMORE BUT KEEPING AMEDEO SAFE. IT ALL HURT SO MUCH. BUT HE'S HAPPY NOW), Viorel (he is lying to himself he is lying to himself he is lying to himself he's the main character and yet nothing but a member of the sidelines watching everything disolve around him he does nothing to stop it he thinks himself a good person can he really claim that when hes done nothing hes done nothing he is lying to himself he is lying to himself), Reverie (what if you wanted to reach elysium and god said not until you spend thousands of years trapped in my game you can never win)

A tier - Abby (15 year old me's self insert. And that's enough for me <3), Jules (Probably the most competent kid in the comic and I love that for them. It's rare to see a character with brain cells from me but here they are), Victor (WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE THE NORMAL ONE!!!! I DIDN'T TELL YOU TO BE LIKE THIS!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!), Twitch (He would've been in S with Darby cause they're gay married but his personality is kind of flat and I don't know how to fix it. It's ok tho I love him), Aiden (What an asshole. I adore them. They're trying so hard to keep everyone and everything going smoothly. The world is against them. Haunting the narrative as they die. Putting themself back together piece by piece, stuck as a chunk of technology. They can't feel anymore. They feel so much.), Eden (would've been lower actually but holy shit!!!!! Oh she's got issues!!!! Recently developed her more and have discovered she's lost herself in her grief and she's going to make herself worse. I love a woman who's a wet paper towel. I love a woman who kills just to feel something), Vidette (First of all, ghosts that can only talk in emojis is the coolest thing ever, second of all AAAGHUAOGHGOUHUOGDHFOGH. TRAGEDY FOLLOWS YOU.), Bocephus (I don't have analysis on him he's just so funny. And pretty. I'd like to kiss him)

B tier - Cody (sorry I love him he's just not the most interesting character he's just a guy to me), Shannon (probably would've gone into C but the most recent chapter has gotten me really attached to her. She has so many problems. Her character progression is actually really neat), April and Lily (come as a pair cause they're in gay love. They're a very fun duo but the only reason I think about them is because they're Joe's friends. I'm sorry they deserve better but this is where they will stay), Death (kind of wish I had executed his storyline better and I haven't even gotten to it yet. I dunno how to change it at this point. He's fun tho I like drawing him), Engel (ok they should be S I'll be real with you however. I think about other characters way more than them. Sorry Engel you are so fascinating but not enough), Violetta (she's new she's not developed enough but I like her she girlbosses her way to victory causing major plot events to happen but she does it all in the background so no one realizes how impactful it is until its too late)

C tier - Liam (I'm so fucking sorry he's not interesting I don't think about him sometimes I forget he's here I'm sorry), Lindsey (*sobbing softly* my girl,,,, you used to mean so much to me,,,,,, how did it come to this,,,,,), Valerie (this is really the tier of characters I want to apologize to for not developing enough despite loving them to death huh), Quest (actually they are pretty developed and they're a douchebag. A real dick. I adore them but I'm kicking them down several tiers because they are actively making everyone around them worse and they should feel bad about it)

D tier - 🌈R4!N.B0W⭐ (*SLAM DUNKS HIM DIRECTLY INTO THE TRASH* this man is homophobic and gay at the same time), Vivian (*EXPLODING HER WITH MY PSYCHIC BEAMS* what if you just stopped being the worst huh? fuck you)

#asks #hi. this got out of hand.#i don't know what you were expecting but I sure wasn't expecting it to be um. this long #if you actually read all of this i will kiss you on the lips #god. i am sorry for this this is an entire essay laiusdhALUISh m. my bad. shit dude.

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linawritesocs · 1 year

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roland's birthday ssr vignette!

it's the gardener dad's birthday!! :D i almost forgot about his vignette actually

also.. tbh i think i'm gonna go back to actually drawing their birthday ssrs. because finding a picrew that fits all of my characters is way too hard, some most of them don't have things like different skin colors, freckles, moles, etc or simply don't have their energy (for example, maybe i want my oc to look more mature, but that picrew has a more cutesy art style). so yeah, more lina art!!

and yes ignore roland's eyepatch covering the wrong eye and his outfit looking like the nrc one.

[ part 1 ]

[ wisbene dorm lounge - birthday venue ]

seth: heyyy, roland-chan! happy birthday!

roland: oh, seth-kun, you're here too?

roland: i didn't expect a nrc student to show up for my birthday, haha.

seth: come on, you know me, i love hanging out with rsa students, y'all are my friends too!

seth: also, i'm one of the few nrc students who is loved by the rsa guys, so it's okay for me to be here!

seth: but wow, does this mean that you were worried about me? that's so cute~

roland: you're right, rsa students actually like you a lot.

seth: ohh, i love what you did with your hair!

roland: thank you. neige-kun was the one to help me with it, actually.

seth: oh, oh, are you two friends or something?

roland: u-um, i wouldn't say that we're friends.. but neige-kun is one of those rsa students who are very nice to me..

roland: and as you already know, i'm not that popular, haha..

roland: i have no idea why he's so nice to me though. maybe it's because we're from the same dorm.

seth: or maybe it's because neige-chan is just that type of guy. he's nice to literally everyone, i can imagine him wanting to become friends even with a mass murderer or an arsonist.

seth: that's why i like him so much, he's so sweet, he always forgives me for everything~

roland: .. did you just imply that you've actually done something bad?

seth: anyway, i think we should get started with your interview already.

roland: oh, you're right, sorry.

roland: i just noticed the microphone you have with you.

seth: you did? i'm so glad, isn't it, like, super pretty? i did such a good job!

roland: of course, you were the one who made it look like this. you really are creative, seth-kun.

seth: thank you, thank you~

seth: so, the first question.. oh, i don't like this one.

roland: really? why?

seth: i ask this question almost every single time, i'm getting tired of it.

roland: hm.. then maybe you should ask me something else?

roland: i'm okay with anything, you know, as long as you're having fun.

seth: you're so nice, roland-chan..

seth: okay! now, roland-chan, can you tell me a fun story from your childhood?

roland: .. o-oh.

seth: please don't tell me you have a tragic backstory too.

roland: n-no, it's just..

roland: well, i wasn't exactly a "good kid".

seth: oh, so you were in your "problematic era"?

roland: no, i was in my problematic era when i just started attending nrc.

seth: wait, you're right.

seth: it's okay if you don't want to talk about it though-

roland: no, no, it's fine. if i keep avoiding the topics that make me uncomfortable, i won't be able to answer any of your questions. *laughs*

roland: so.. i don't really have a "fun story", but i will tell you this. i loved to cause trouble back then. i was that kid who loved to prank everyone, even the old people.

seth: i see, i see..

roland: even the nice old people.

seth: oh no.

roland: my parents didn't really try to stop me, they actually kind of.. encouraged it.

roland: oh, i don't mean it in a "you go son, go and prank that poor old woman!" way, i mean it.. it's like they just pretended not to see it. they spoiled me a lot too, so i never got punished for my actions.

roland: maybe if they were more strict with me, i would become a better person..

seth: hey, don't think about it like that, okay? it just means that they loved you a lot.

roland: haha, maybe you're right.

roland: .. or maybe it just means that they were too scared to stop me.

[ part 2 ]

seth: okay, let's talk about something else then. what about your hobbies? you're into gardening, right?

seth: i mean, you obviously like it, you're the gardening club president, after all..

roland: well, actually, i'm not that good at it.

roland: most of my plants end up dying very quickly and i have no idea why.

roland: avery-kun just says that i'm too dumb to take care of them properly, haha. maybe he's right.

seth: okay, avery-chan is one of the cutest boys i've ever met, but i want to slap him for this.

seth: but hey, at least you find gardening fun, right?

roland: .. not really.

roland: no, don't get me wrong, i don't regret creating my club, but.. i've actually never been a fan of gardening.

seth: um, but why did you go for a club like that, then?

roland: i-i'd prefer not to say it.

seth: okay, fine, let's not talk about that.

seth: but why do you dislike gardening though? i always wanted to try it-

roland: because of the dirt. i hate getting my hands dirty.

seth: .. um, just wear gloves or something?

roland: but then my gloves will get dirty!

seth: but your hands will be fine??

roland: you don't get it, seth-kun, it's just.. so gross..

seth: what, are you scared of germs or something like that?

roland: i don't think so? maybe? i'm not really worried about getting sick, it's more about.. uh.. the texture?

seth: fine, fine, whatever.

seth: wow, you're much harder to interview than i expected.

roland: .. i'm sorry. i'm so sorry about that.

roland: i'll try to come up with something more interesting-

seth: hey, it's my job as an interviewer to come up with interesting questions!

seth: let's see.. how do you feel about birthdays in general? like, do you enjoy celebrating them? or do you hate them?

roland: well, i'm mostly okay with them. i'm not really a huge fan of birthdays, but it's not like i hate them.

roland: i prefer to celebrate other people's birthdays than mine, though. but it wasn't always like that, i was a very selfish kid in the past, haha.

roland: now i just.. don't really like being the center of attention, i guess.

seth: aww, are you shy?

roland: maybe. but it's more like.. i feel like i just don't deserve it.

seth: huh? what do you mean by that?

roland: next question, please.

seth: oh, um.. okay.

[ part 3 ]

seth: so, did anyone else wish you a happy birthday today?

seth: wait, is that a bad question too? i forgot about your reputation for a second-

roland: haha, don't worry, you're fine.

roland: as i mentioned before, neige-kun helped me out with my hairstyle and he also wished me a happy birthday and got me a gift too.

seth: oh, oh, what is it?

roland: he got me this really cute sweater, he knitted it himself.

roland: and he actually did a very good job with it.

seth: that's so cool! ugh, i'm jealous now. i wish i got a cute gift like that from neige-chan too..

roland: hey, it's okay. i'm sure he will get you something nice for your birthday too.

seth: but i don't wanna wait! why can't he get me a gift just for.. you know..

seth: i think i deserve a gift for being so cute!

roland: haha, you sure do.

roland: as for other students.. most of them didn't even look at me today.

roland: oh, but emile-kun wished me a happy birthday too!

roland: and i got a letter from lilia-kun earlier today, he got me a new eyepatch too, hehe~ it's heart-shaped, i think you will like it.

seth: and what about avery-chan?

roland: he texted me and said that he wants to meet up with me later, so i'm very excited to see him.

seth: i see! it's nice to hear that he still cares about you.

roland: by the way, is he doing alright? i'm so worried about him..

seth: he's fine~ with a prefect like me, nrc students don't have to worry about anything!

roland: but what about all those overblots-

seth: hey, is there a particular person that you'd like to receive a gift from?

seth: you know, like a crush or a friend who didn't get you anything yet?

roland: .. well, there is one. but i'm sure she didn't even remember about my birthday.

roland: it's fine though. i know she doesn't care about me that much, she only cares about that stupid dragon guy and i'm not talking about malleus-

seth: it's medi-chan, isn't it.

roland: .. yes.

seth: come on, man, you have to get over her! i agree, she's very pretty, but i'm sure you'll find someone even better than her one day!

roland: you know it's not just about her looks, right?

seth: i do, but i just have nothing else to say about her, we're not that close.

roland: y-you're quite an honest guy, aren't you..

seth: oh, actually, what's your type, roland-chan?

seth: maybe i can help you and match you up with someone!

roland: ...

roland: i'd rather not talk about it-

seth: don't be shy, i'm sure you have a type! oh, and i won't tell anyone about it, if you don't want to!

roland: well, uh..

roland: i just really want a kind and understanding girlfriend who won't judge me for my past.

roland: i know i'm probably asking too much and i don't deserve someone like that as my partner.

seth: *sobs*

roland: s-seth-kun, are you crying?

seth: it's just.. *keeps sobbing* you totally deserve someone like that, roland-chan! you totally do!

seth: and we're gonna find you someone like that! trust me, you're in good hands!

roland: you really don't have to help me with that..

seth: but i will help you simply because i want to! and you better be grateful!

seth: .. wait, you mentioned that you'd want a girlfriend like that, right.

roland: yes, is there something wrong?

seth: oh, nothing.

seth: *thinking* "i was about to say that neige-chan sounds a lot like his type.. oh well, i guess i still have a chance with neige-chan then~"

seth: okay, roland-chan, i think it's time for me to go. thank you so much for answering my questions!

roland: but.. i didn't really tell you anything interesting about myself.

roland: i just kept saying stuff like "oh, i'm uncomfortable with this topic" or "i don't want to talk about it".

seth: so what? it's not just about me having fun, i want you to enjoy this too.

seth: and if i found you boring, i would tell you that a long time ago, trust me.

seth: also, we can just say that being mysterious is a part of your charm.

roland: c-charm?..

seth: okay, that's it, bye-bye~ and once again, happy birthday, roland-chan!

#the gardening club leader: roland thorn #the isolated prince: seth #friends' ocs!

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memoriesoftanalorr · 3 months

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Wanted to write a little story with my au where Dagan get a redemption arc and also my Gray Jedi OC Nylah Nori, gonna write about her more later on. She's Umbaran 27 years old, white hair long bob hairstyle, gray eyes, thin lips, she's kind and caring also funny at times. Small summary: Dagan noticed Nylah seems blushing around him sometimes, Dagan somewhat confused because they're used to talk and she wasn't such emotional, Nylah mostly serene. Dagan wants to know how Nylah feels about him. Hehe it's your fault that you're hot guy Dagan XD X3 (That's going to be funny and fluff.) Sorry it's short, I'm still feeling sick.

Nylah researching some holobooks. Dagan entered the room quietly. "Dagan, hey. I'm researching now but you're can stay in the room." Nylah said calmly. "Hm, fine. I'll wait until you're done." Dagan replied. Nylah finished in a few minutes and turned to Dagan. "Wanna a drink or something? I really love blue milk." Nylah giggled. "No, thanks." Dagan spoke. "Alright. I guess you're want to talk then?" Nylah squeezed his hand and sit down next to him. "That's right. You're seem acting unusual to me." Dagan said softly. "Ew, I'm emotional mess since I'm getting you on the light side and because of death of Cere Junda and joining Kestis. She was wise and strong." "I'm sorry to hear that but I'm meant something completely different. I mean how do you feel about me?" Dagan lowered his head. "Oh, it's clear that we're friends, aren't we?" Nylah touched his hand again. "I just noticed you're blushing sometimes when I'm around." Dagan rises his eyebrows in confusion. Nylah rubbed her shoulder. "I don't know." "Hm, unless you're---?" Dagan made a sassy smile. "If you're gonna say that I have a crush on you..." Nylah blushes a lot and hiding her face with her hands. Dagan laughed and lean closer to her. "Hey, you're blushing again, uhm, I didn't meant to tease you. I just want to know." Nylah turned her face away. "It's seems like you're making fun of me, I don't have a crush on you. All I want to to do is to kick you." Nylah punches his arm. "Ow, that was strong one. I see. Then what?" Dagan sighed. "Don't you noticed that I have troubles talking with others. I'm awkward sometimes. I get through a lot." Nori get a deep breath.

"Never mind. I guess I know why you're feeling uncomfortable with me. I just a monster and a freak, right?" Dagan stand up from the sofa that he was sitting next to Nylah and turned away dramatically.

"Dagan? Don't you dare to think I'm thinking of you as a bad person, I know there's good in you. And it's not about your missing arm." Nylah rushed towards him.

"I don't care about my arm. I just want you to be honest with me. I respect you so why don't you tell me?" Dagan said quietly.

"I'm sorry for getting angry at you. Okay, you're won. If I had a thing on you but later on my affection was. It's like... I love you as a brother. You're actually pretty and I love your wonderful eyes and sound of your voice." Nylah glanced at him.

Dagan standing there speechless and then he made a small soft smile. "Oh, seriously? I'd love to have a sister like you. You're lovely, caring, strong and funny."

"Yes, I'm serious. That's means a lot of to me." Nylah giving him a hug. Dagan was surprised but hugged her back as well.

"Do you think Jedi Order was right about attachment? You know when Jedi Order is gone. I'm not sure. You know seems Cal and Merrin in love with each other and Cal likely choices her over Jedi code." Nylah cuddles into Dagan's shoulder gently.

"Perhaps." Dagan struggles.

"Let's find it out together in time." Nori smiles.

Dagan nodded and giving her a kiss on the forehead. Nylah closed her eyes and turned red once again.

"You're really cute when you're blushing, my dear sister." Gera mocked softly.

"Thanks I guess." Nylah giggled.

He then leaves the room.

#dagan gera #star wars jedi survivor #star wars au #star wars oc #She's just shy Dagan #he's just so pretty #And she didn't want to tell that because she thought he would tease her #She's a bad liar #brotp #Adoptive siblings #kinda reflection of me I'm always so emotional towards him #I knew he's a softie #Let him be happy

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polarhorror · 7 months

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Something missed

original story, OC's and alternate history

Characters:

Max blanc/ Louis/ Raymond

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Max stepped off the aircraft, and into the hot sun of Saudi Arabia. Max had set off to meet Raymond, a key individual in the upcoming war against Iraq.

Max knew the directions to the facility, he knew what to expect from these people. Max walked to the car waiting for him.

"Hello max, I hope you're really for a 2 hour car drive!" the man said.

Max sighed, "I've had worse"

The man chuckled, and set off on the 2 hour journey, as they drove to the facility, max listened to the radio that was on in the car.

"the united states has now officially offered an ultimatum to Iraq, leave Kuwait or face consequences"

"What happens if they actually accept the ultimatum?"

"don't worry, we will find something else to use to declare war on them." The man explained

Max thought to himself, "well, I know I can't do much to stop this" max desperately wanted to simply find another way, he didn't want this war. He was a diplomat at heart and hoped that he could change things.

the two made it to the facility, in a desolate province of Saudi Arabia. Max stepped out of the car.

"Enjoy your stay!" The man said before driving off.

Max took a few seconds to view to view the entrance before spotting Raymond. Max walked towards Raymond.

"How are you?" Raymond said

"Good I guess?" Max said

"That's great! I've got a few things I want to talk to you about!" Raymond said

Raymond was a tall man with brown curly hair, he was wearing a white button down shirt and black slacks. Not exactly the best attire for the desert but max wasn't one to judge.

The two entered the facility, the facility had white walls and a tile floor. Signs were attached to every hallway, the doors were steel and reinforced glass. The air was noticably cooler than max expected.

The two walked into a room filled with parts And machines that seemed to be testing things. Raymond opened a door leading to a large office with a windows to the view of the desert outside.

The office had a few chairs dotted around. Pictures were attached to every wall. Raymond's office was filled with paperwork, paperwork detailing everything about the latest technology.

"sit down on a chair and let me ask you a few questions." Raymond said

Max sat down on a chair directly across Raymond's desk.

"So, I heard that you've fought a robot that we made" Raymond said

"yes, it was hard but I eventually was able to take it down." Max said

"do you know how hard it is to destroy one of our robots? I've had hundreds of tests seeing what would it take for a robot to be destroyed and every single one has beaten a human in conventional combat!"

"well, the robot's AI was actually capable of reason, at least long enough for me to destroy it."

"very interesting! For all our tests, we made sure they couldn't reason with the human!"

"Some liquids can make it's internal motors stop working for a few seconds. Mainly, I used intense heat"

"hm, let's test that!" Raymond said

"oh okay?"

The two went to a team of specialists and told them to to conduct a test. after an hour of preparation, the team found a test robot and shoved it inside a heat controlled room.

This shook max.

This was Max's first time seeing the same model of robot that tried to kill him. His heart started beating faster. His skin felt tense.

Raymond and Max looked in a window into the heat controlled room.

"200 degrees fahrenheit!" Said a specialist.

"300 degrees!"

"400 degrees!"

The robot started stumbling and kept trying to regain balance.

"500 degrees!"

"600 degrees!"

The robot was now red hot.

700 degrees!

The robot finally fell on it's back and powered off.

"well done!" Said Raymond

"I guess you could call that a success..." Said max

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yuzuspace · 2 years

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the start of everything.

Hi, my name is Yuzu. I like to write sometimes. This is where I come, to retreat into a pseudo-safe space for me to selfishly and indulgently ship myself with fictional people.

Name: Yuzu

I use this name to separate myself from the persona I have created to self-ship, only because I also use the same name online. So to lessen confusion and that I know who you are talking to; she, my sona, is Kai. I, the writer and mod, am Yuzu. There might be times I might refer myself as Kai as it is also the name my friends call me by but if you have any criticisms regarding me, the writer, please address me as Yuzu so that I know that you are referring to me and not my self-shipping sona.

Pronouns: she/they

Age: I'm of legal age. I'm not comfortable sharing how old I am but I'm older than 18. I'm a fucking fossil. (jokingly)

Some FAQs for the curious soul under the cut ♡

What is this blog for?

I’m too shy to post my self-shipping written works on Ao3. So I figured. This is a good place to start. This is not an imagines blog for A3. This is a writing side-blog for my shameless self-shipping.

You self-ship?? Cringe! Unbased!

I’m cringe but at least I am free and very based, dearest! I live too short of a life to think about who to please! I’m mainly doing works for A3! (the game), specifically with one Summer Troupe leader (Sumeragi Tenma).

I have other children (my OCs, I do not mean to belittle them but they are my creations therefore, my children. Please do not get weird with me.) that I also use to create wonderful stories with!

I self-ship with Tenma Sumeragi romantically. I also have an OC for Muku Sakisaka. Feel free to drop asks for them should they tickle some of your braincells.

Sharing? (FUB ok?)

Sharing is totally fine for me, in fact—please! share to me your wonderful creations! All these wonderful fictional beings and you as well, deserve happiness and love! If you are not comfortable seeing my content because you are not a fan of sharing or anything else, feel free to block or mute me!

Do you write or draw?

This account would be mainly for writing but I do draw on the side every now and then on my Twitter account. I do love Tumblr's tag system so much, it's much more efficient on Tumblr than other SNS platforms, truthfully speaking.

Do we have...spicier options?

Well, I am not a stranger to such questions to be honest and yes! I do have a spicier option (for those who aren't following: NSFW content) for all those who thirst, like me! However, I will not be putting it here for now. Those would be for my eyes alone. I might put some out if I feel comfortable enough though ♡

When I do release my more...Cero-D rating-esque works (giggles), I will be tagging it with my own NSFW tag, feel free to blacklist the tag if it ever makes you uncomfortable. Edit: But also because of the Purge, no graphic stuffs. Please, I do not want to post this on Ao3, I am too shy for that.

EDIT EDIT: I forgot to update this but since Community Labels are a Real Thing™️, there’s that too but I also have a NSFW side side acc so I might just end up posting any NSFW works there :D

And please, if you are a minor—do me a favor and DO NOT browse this tag. The future you would thank and praise you as if you were God. I do not want to be held responsible for scarring you or…maybe awaken something in you ._.

In regards to questionable and mature content, I will tag them as such and put the rest under the cut! Please read the tags and heed the warnings! If you don't, don't say I didn't warn you. Please read. Thank you.

I think I've met you on Twitter! Oh my gosh, hi!

Hm! Isn't that wonderful, welcome to my hell-hole, albeit more...indulgent, I suppose. I'm no writer supreme but I try to enjoy the fruits of my labor :) Please, please! Enjoy your stay, send in an ask and let me know who you are on Twitter, I'd love to chat with some familiar names.

Hey, there's something you did that doesn't really sit well with me...

Oh, hi there! Please talk to me through my inbox/DMs! I'd prefer for us to come to an understanding through a discussion. No need to make the threads or the call-out posts, please. If this is something that can be resolved and be bettered through educating my un-informed self, please have a chat! We'll smoothen out the things, dearest.

I have a question unanswered, actually.

Well, don't be a stranger! Feel free to drop in my ask box anytime! I'll try to get back to you as soon as possible, or as soon as my academics permits. ♡

And that is about it! Thank you so much for coming this far ❤ I hope you enjoy your stay! (❁´◡`❁)

#happy first post <3 #outer yuzuspace

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najaemism · 2 years

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heart can’t lose [14]

PAIRING. lee haechan x fem!oc

WARNINGS. none

WORD COUNT. 1.1k

SUMMARY. fourth year pre-med student and neo university student council president, haechan lee does not have the time for relationships. instead, he focuses his attention on his studies and extracurriculars, so as not to disappoint his parents. that is until hera seo came along—and everyone starts to wonder if the university’s golden boy would finally let his heart lose.

HERA AND HAECHAN were both sitting on one of the benches in the park, their attention on Haeun, who was busy playing with the other kids.

“So, I’m guessing your brother is Johnny Seo?” Haechan suddenly brought up. “The administrative director of the school earlier, right?”

“Yeah.” Hera glanced at him. “Why were you there earlier, by the way?”

“Didn’t Jaemin tell you already?” He asked. “It’s for NU’s adopt-a-school program. We do it every year, and this year we picked that school. We went there to have a meeting with the school’s admin,” he explained.

Hera nodded her head before she looked away from him to watch Haeun again. “What’s it like?” she asked.

“Hm?” Haechan’s eyebrows raised at her question. “What do you mean?”

“Being part of the student council—or, being student council president, I guess,” she clarified, “what’s it like?”

“It’s nice,” he replied simply, making Hera look at him, unimpressed. He chuckled at her reaction, deciding to add, “I didn’t actually like doing stuff like this before, but my dad insisted that I take on some extracurriculars once I stepped into college. He wanted me to take something related to medicine, but I was already studying biomed so I just thought a different one would be better,” he explained. “Then, I settled on doing student government, and I've been doing that since freshman year.”

“Have you considered other extracurriculars?”

Haechan paused for a moment to think, then said, “I almost joined the ice hockey team, actually.”

“Really?”

“Don’t sound so surprised,” he said, chuckling.

She laughed before looking at him again and tilting her head slightly to the side, her hand on her chin as if she was examining him. “You know what, actually I can kinda see you wearing a hockey uniform.”

“I did wear a hockey uniform once last year,” he said. “There was this halloween frat party and I just couldn’t be bothered to think of a costume so I just went as Mark.”

She let out a laugh. “Your friend, Mark?”

He nodded, laughing as well. “Borrowed his jersey and everything.”

“Huh. Why didn’t you join the hockey team, then?”

“I didn't really feel up for it, really.” He shrugged. “But student government seemed interesting, so I just went with that.

“And are you happy?”

“Yeah,” he beamed. “It's nice to help and be the voice of the student body, you know? Stressful, sure, especially with also having a difficult major, and maybe I don't have a lot of breaks, but I like what I do.”

Hera could tell, with the way he talked about it and how he was smiling that he was happy with what he was doing. She let out a hum and nodded her head at him. “That’s good. Really, what matters at the end of the day is that you love what you do, right?”

“Definitely.”

“So, is the reason you don’t do relationships because you’re always busy?” She then suddenly asked, surprising the boy.

Sure, his friends had been saying for years that he was pretty much in a relationship with his studies, and being part of the student council, but no one’s ever actually asked him that, directly, not even the ones who had tried to ask him out.

“Uh, I guess?” He replied hesitantly. “I just never thought about entering one, and I don’t really have the time for any type of relationship.”

“So you’ve never dated anyone?”

“Not in college, no,” he replied, shaking his head. “Why are you asking, though?” he then asked, a hint of teasing in his voice as he raised a brow at her.

Her eyes widened. “Oh. I—well, the boys… might have mentioned something about it before, sorry for asking out of the blue, that wasn’t—that was weird,” she said, chuckling nervously.

He looked at her in amusement before his tongue poked the inside of his cheek, looking down to hide the smile forming on his lips. “It’s fine, Hera,” he said, “it’s just the first time someone asked me about it.”

“I wasn’t trying to… like… you know. I really was just curious.”

Haechan laughed at how awkward the girl was suddenly being, different from how confident and sure she usually was. “I know, Hera, you don’t have to explain yourself,” he assured her.

Hera smiled at him after that, and the two sat in comfortable silence again before turning their heads to look back at Hera's niece, who was still happily playing around.

“Does she ever get tired?” Haechan asked, eliciting a laugh from her.

“She will be in a few, probably,” she replied. “Why, do you want to go ahead already?”

He shook his head. “No, just curious.”

“I thought you were getting bored of my company already,” she joked.

He chuckled. “Trust me, I don't think I would ever.”

Her smile faltered a bit at his statement, wondering what that even meant, but her attention was quick to be pulled from the boy when her niece had run towards her.

“Juno, can we please get ice cream?” the little girl asked, looking up at her with her puppy dog eyes.

“Juno?” Haechan questioned, raising a brow at her.

“Family nickname,” Hera quickly replied before turning her attention back to Haeun. “Your dad said you already ate a lot of sweets earlier while you were waiting for me,” she said.

The girl frowned. “But—Juno, please?”

Hera looked away from the kid, sighing in defeat. “Okay—but just half of the ice cream, alright? Your dad’s going to have my head if I give you a lot.”

Haeun smiled widely as she wrapped her arms around Hera, earning a giggle from the older Seo. “Thank you, Juno, you’re the best!” she exclaimed. “Can Mr. Haechan come with us, too?”

Haechan laughed, patting the girl’s head. “Ah, I told you to just call me, Haechan, Haeun.”

Haeun nodded, a wide smile still plastered on her face as she repeated to her aunt, “Can Haechan come with us too, please?”

“I think Haechan has somewhere to be, Eun,” Hera told her.

“I can come with, if that’s alright with you,” Haechan suddenly said, and Hera whipped her head to look at him with furrowed brows.

“Aren’t you supposed to go to Mark’s place already?”

He shrugged. “I already told him I’d be a bit late, anyway. It’s fine,” he assured her. “Also—you know, you should teach high school students instead of kids when you become a teacher,” he then said.

“Huh?” Hera sent him a confused look. “Why?”

“They just give you puppy dog eyes and you give in easily.”

Hera playfully slapped his arm. “Whatever, come on, let’s go get ice cream,” she said as she stood up from the bench.

“Alright.” Haechan smiled brightly up at her and Hera felt something from the pit of her stomach, but chose to ignore them. “Let's get ice cream.”

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