#quite self indulgent but i can't help it T^T

[eluxcastar]

number 13 with pierro im BEGGING on my knees

Number 13 with Pierro because eiscoathanger begged on their knees

── ୨୧：pierro x reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: another number thirteen from the prompts

୨୧﹑genre :: fluff

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, not proofread

୨୧﹑words :: 1.2k

"I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I’ve met."

yk I got stuck cause I didn't wanna repeat every other thirteen request and then suddenly LIGHTBULB 🫵 I thought of how to make this apply to reader in a different context than just insecurity. I think that worked well with the ones I did it for but as I said I didn't wanna do that for everyone we need some fresh homegrown v a r i e t y🤞 that lightbulb unfortunately did not come through on the title

Pierro is a gentleman who once had a kinder heart. Time has weathered that man away into a colder shell, the remnants of a homeland once prosperous torn apart by the gods. It's never a pretty sight to see a traveller who appears weary and lost.

There is light in his life, a child born in the lands under the rule of gods, ironically.

You barreled into his world, elven-born and undying, to wreak havoc on his life and destroy any semblance of carefully crafted peace. You refuse to be tamed, can't settle in one place for too long, and have a hard time with authority. He hates it, though it is admittedly quite endearing. The commitment to never tying yourself down is admirable, yet irritating, as you showed up once every few years for a decade or two before he managed to convince you to stay for a little while longer and indulge him.

It is certainly not easy to calm your free spirit, but he manages. He bends to your whims and wants and finds any number of reasons to keep you put. You humour him because he's working so hard just for the little attention you will spare him.

Pulcinella told him to cut you loose while he could, but he wouldn't— couldn't, by some accounts. You're too overwhelming to simply give up on, bursting in with the destructive power of a natural disaster to spend your time pleasantly at ease with him. Though you destroy every semblance of peace in your path, you offer respite in return, the open arms to greet him when the world is too much. Responsibility falls away into the background of his mind so easily in your arms. It's as if your carelessness rubs off on him with every night you let him settle into your embrace.

You are made for the long flow of time, and each year builds you up. With each passing year, Pierro feels his humanity slip away, like the sands of time seeking to grind him down to nothing but reputation.

None of his inhibitors stop you, unchained by duty and with practically no responsibility to speak of. In a perfect world, he may have adapted even half as well to his sudden lack of home, but barely decades past, the thought of abandoning everything he has worked for sickens him like the highest betrayal. He cannot help but envy your careless disposition.

A home existed for you at one point— probably still does— but you grew bored with it like many things in your life and left it. The world is bigger than one town, area or nation, you reasoned. He can't argue with that outlook.

It is not wrong, but it is flawed, a fact that you are aware of. Staying in one place starts to make you go batty—Pierro can't argue with that either. The less excitement you find naturally in your life, the more you seek to create the excitement you find yourself lacking. That habit is responsible for how much you manage to disrupt him.

The first few times, it was dismissed as a lack of self-awareness. You hadn't yet picked up on his schedule or when he's most busy, so showing up at those times was a coincidence. That is until he realises you do it intentionally. The coincidence is far too convenient to ignore after the first few times.

Your stay as Snezhnaya—a favour to him—is beginning to irk you, and you search for any way you can to make him send you away.

You can't take back your eager agreement, but you can drive Pierro up the wall until he regrets asking it of you. He figures that out within practically seconds of realising that you're doing it on purpose. With that confirmed, his first question was naturally why and while he could have jumped to you simply stirring trouble, it makes more sense for you to be trying to worm your way out of your commitment without losing the opportunity to have him owe you.

It is conniving, and maybe he could fault you for it if only owing you didn't inadvertently work in his favour.

It means someday you'll come knocking when you need him to help you.

You'll come back of your own volition.

There are many nights he thinks of you, your many charms some would call flaws. More than anything, you are interesting, a seeker of adventure with more knowledge to offer than any mere book could hold. You have stories from eras he never lived in and advice you stole from the elderly across the continent for him, returning to greet him with a cheeky smile and some outrageous demand.

Perhaps Pierro should've expected that much, but the trouble you put him through is worth it when he's faced with your smile. Anything to hear you say, "I knew the moment I thought of it exactly who to ask," as if you believe he should have any idea how to make the impossible possible and grant your ridiculous wishes. 

All of it is enough to bring you back to Snezhnaya, back to him where he can see your eccentricities unfold before him. Pierro will wonder endlessly why he's dealing with this, then remind himself of why when he looks at you.

He is dealing with this because you asked it of him.

"Though maybe I did ask too much of you," you add. Pierro likes the way your hand runs through his hair when you say that, perhaps the gentlest thing you're capable of.

You do that to everyone, he wants to say, but only musters a "For you, nothing is too much," in response.

"You'll regret saying that," you warn him. He knows he will.

He likes the way you lean on his shoulder without even asking him first, like you own it, and he's just minding it for you. Maybe he is.

Something happened between now and the first day you met for him to be so utterly taken with you, whether because you did something to him or he was struck by one last curse to love someone whose life is so tumultuous. You should be everything that infuriates him.

A chuckle slips past his defences, the kind only you manage to pull from him, the source of fiery passion somehow able to melt his heart. "Perhaps," he says, "but I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I've met."

It is not lost on him how your head briefly lifts as you try to gauge how serious that way, only to return to his side as you lay your head back against his shoulder and resign yourself to simply accepting he's being overly sentimental as you frequently claim he is.

Sentimental or not, he wouldn't mind you showing up to ruin more of his carefully planned days.

#✦ — headcanons. #✦ — fluff. #pierro #pierro x reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

[earthtooz]

I NEED ITOSHI RIN BF HEADCANONS, I BEG YOU 😭

·˚ ༘ ITOSHI RIN BF HEADCANONS !

# warnings: gn!reader, fluff and a little hurt/comfort, mentions to arguments, somewhat suggestive but no nsfw, swearing, idk how many words this is but quite a bit LOL, unedited

# a/n: LUCKY FOR BOTH OF US THAT I JUST SO HAPPENED TO WANT ITOSHI RIN BF HEADCANONS TOO. ENJOY MY FRIEND.

no one knows how you two got into a relationship and to be honest, you don't really know either. like how did you bag itoshi mf rin 😨 the most unlikeable bitch anyone will ever meet in their life... (lovingly)

bachira asked you if you were okay the first time you met and rin immediately lunged at him. like, please stop babe, you're just proving meguru's point !

how you met and all is a story for another time <3 because holy fucking shit is it a long one.

but the point is, although rin takes a while to open up, he is an amazing boyfriend, despite what everyone believes :,)

claims that he needs an independent partner bc he needs his space from time to time and you were completely understanding, even agreeing that some privacy here and there is nice.

except as it turns out, rin is the most co-dependent partner there is 💀 it's no longer 'i' bc it is now 'we'! slay!

he literally needs you to go to the grocery store with him and expects you hold his hand the entire time too- literally.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

"you know how to buy your own green tea, why do i need to come with you?" you ask when rin pops his head into your study room where you were reading your book. "please?"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you accompany him (almost) every time. if you're out he even waits for you to get home just so you can go with him like boy wtf...

well his love language is quality time saur.

expresses his love through gifts and acts of service as well. all of the gifts he buys for you are genuinely so well thought-out, like you almost tear up at all of them. one of them was a teddy bear that said 'you're better than mediocre.' and you almost cried 🗣🗣 okay but fr, he got you an anniversary gift of all his favourite moments with you, adding spotify bar codes to the pictures. there were photos from before u even dated like rin 😭😭😭😭 he is so babygirl pls take care of him.

on that note, i headcanon that rin has decent music taste. he listens to rock and alt, even anime soundtracks 🤣 but bc he's fluent in english, i bet he listens to arctic monkeys and the neighbourhood on REPEAT 🔁

wait yeah lover of music, it just makes sense for him to have a collection of headphones in his room. he likes to make you playlists too :( rinnie :( for me???

(rin also has a love language of offering you the first bite of food. you're sharing ice cream? here, have the first spoon. wanna try some of rin's lunch? he's already offering it. the smoothie he's having sounds good? he's already pushing it towards you.)

ALSO ☝️ BC THIS FUCKER LOVES HORROR, IT'S SOMETIMES TO A POINT THAT IT GETS YOU KINDA SCARED FOR YOUR LIFE... HOW IS HE SO IMMUNE TO ALL THE BLOOD... AND VIOLENCE...

he's SICK for this. you never let him pick the movies whenever you want to watch something.

also like it's a good enough reason to not get on his bad side. mans probably has 100 ways to k*ll shidou and get away with it.

anyways, rin would probably be hesitant to let you meet his family (read: sae). he's not ashamed of you, he's ashamed of sae.

so when his family demands to meet you, rin finally caves, agreeing to a dinner back home. only to find out he had nothing to worry about. his mother and father love you, saying how you were so beautiful the whole dinner, and how lucky rin was to have you. they even brought up the topic of marriage and you and rin kinda just sat there like 😐😁 smile and wave... smile and wave...

internally though, rin was over the moon knowing that you're accepted by his family. he loves his mum and dad, and although his relationship with sae is rocky with no smooth waves in sight, his opinion is... 'appreciated'.

best part was that his mother then turned to sae and went 'when are you going to get a partner as well?' and rin SENT HIM THE MOST SHIT-EATING GRIN EVER LMFAOOOOOOO

they got into a fight whilst cleaning the dishes that night.

rin then takes u home and pampers u, still high from the happiness that seeing u with his family brought 😇

WAIT ALSO - YOU TWO DEFINITELY SHOWED UP TO THE DINNER WITH MATCHING FITS >:o

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN'S WARDROBE LIKE DAMN SHAWTY... LET ME HIT... so he'll 100% shop for you too.

in fact, he's the best boyfie to take shopping, he'll be like 'no that's not your colour, but the fit is nice' or be like 'you might need a different size. this one isn't right' - you trust his judgment way more than your friends.

when you are out with your friends shopping, you'll send rin photos for his opinions and he never misses 💯 drops whatever he's doing to respond bc he's gotta make sure his pretty lover has the best wardrobe!!

rin loves paying for your shopping sprees too. no matter how much you try to wrestle him for who pays, he will always win. you make it even though by paying for your meals that day (the difference in how much money is spent on clothes and food will never compare, but it makes you feel a little less guilty so rin indulges you).

also attentive af. knows your tastes in almost everything, memorised your little habits and how you like certain things done. very dedicated bf once you realise just how much he loves doing things for you.

i just had this thought:

you know how couples post on tiktok all the time? well, you thought it would be nice if you could participate in one trend with rin.

you just thought it'd be a small post to share with your friends but instead, you seemed to forget to turn on the 'only friends can view option', it blew the FUCK up - like ofc it would, that's itoshi mf rin... but the comments were all like 'why are you with him', or 'dump him... you're too hot for him...', or 'you can do sooo much better than him'.

look, no matter how sensible rin is, he's not immune to drama and this bitch will not settle for when people tell him he doesn't deserve you like did YOU GO THROUGH TWO YEARS OF PINING??? I DON'T THINK SO. SIT THE FUCK DOWN.

so he's on your account, picks the comment 'i could treat you better than him', films himself giving the commenter the middle finger before you pull him in by the collar to give him a big ol kiss, cutting the video at the exact time that you both stumble out of frame.

look, it's not the most optimal way to fight back against the haters 🙄 but he doesn't need to prove nothing, not like anyone else gets you all to themselves.

oh this man has a banger social media presence, on his main AND on his private accounts.

he prefers posting on the priv bc there he can freely show u off and be more authentic.

itoshirinpriv I love when Y/n wears the things I buy them

─ megurusundercover when will u buy me things rinnie </3

╰┈➤ itoshirinpriv Choke and die

╰┈➤ megurusundercover kinky ;)

─ isagi11 Hi @y/n !

╰┈➤ y/n HI YOICHI !!!!

LOVES A SUPPORTIVE S/O, EVEN IF HE DOESN'T LET IT SHOW!!! WEAR HIS JERSEY AT A MATCH AND CHEER FOR HIM AND YOU HAVE HIS HEART !!! RECORD HIS MATCHES FOR HIM AND WATCH THEM WITH HIM AND HE'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER !!!!! he doesn't ask for much, just a little appreciation back :<

also don't try to compete against rin in anything unless you have guaranteed victory bc this mf is competitive AF.

will spare you on some occasions but more often than not, will give 100% into everything.

you use this to your advantage like 'hey babe, wanna see who can clean more of the house in one hour?' and HE TAKES IT SERIOUSLY EVERY TIME. to be fair, so do you because like you want a clean house, but rin is SO speedy when there's a challenge involved.

easy defeat every time but you can't be mad.

hc that rin can't cook for shit. so you'll have to be there with him or just ban him from the kitchen straight up.

you taught him how to make microwave popcorn and that's about the only thing he is permitted to make.

even his diet-regulated smoothies are all made by you because holy fuck he somehow always messes up the recipe despite it being really clear and concise.

also you steer clear from him when he's working out because he just looks TOO GOOD working out that i makes you feel a little funny and pathetic 😇

if you are someone who does enjoy exercise, rin would love to take this chance to spend some more time together. you could be doing a pilates workout and rin is in the corner lifting weights, glancing over to you ever so often, sending him winks when you catch him.

loves going on hikes with you, no matter the difficulty, how steep or flat, he just really likes being active and if you join him, he'll be SO happy.

also u know how he loves yoga and meditation? if hiit and sweat-inducing workouts aren't for you, he likes stretching with you and teaching you breathing exercises that help throughout the day.

100/10 MASSEUSE BTW !!!! 👍👍👍👍

ofc, relationships aren't always perfect and especially when dealing with rin, someone who has quite a fair bit of trauma from being abandoned and left behind, it only worsens the tension.

believes you're going to leave him every time </3 like no :( just bc you're mad at him doesn't mean you've stopped loving him.

communication is so important. rin has a tendency to catastrophize a lot so please, put your pride aside and talk to him! reassure him! spend some time with him! that's how post-arguments usually go.

then you'll talk it out calmly, expressing both of your perspectives, apologising for breaking boundaries and trying to adapt accordingly.

this routine is a delicate one and it took months of putting aside your immaturity in order to grow together. especially rin who is so full of pride, but when he realised that his stubbornness wasn't winning him anything, he shattered his hardened perception of self and let you in.

"rin?" you whisper, poking your head into your shared bedroom delicately, afraid to upset the beast sleeping in there even more.

"what," he snaps, sitting on his side of bed in a hunched over position. he hugs his legs close to his body and the sight breaks your heart a little.

"i'm watching 'the shining', you can join me if you'd like to."

he grumbles something inaudible before you close the door quietly, hoping he'd cave because you chose this movie just so he'd come around. it's his favourite after all.

setting out a bowl of popcorn and some beverages of choice, you just manage to get the movie up when rin emerges from the bedroom, all gloomy and moody. he plops down on the opposite side of the couch, chin on his hand.

he's pretending like you don't exist which is fine by you, you know he'll cave eventually. so, you slide a cup of water and the bowl of popcorn to him and settle in, pressing 'play'.

around 15 minutes in or so, you're too engrossed in the movie to hear rin's quiet shuffling, and how he's now crossed the distance to sit next to you. his hand comes up to your shoulder to get your attention and when he has it, rin's quick to manoeuvre you so that you were now lying down on the couch.

he then plops down, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your chest.

"i'm sorry," whispers the striker. such simple words with such heavy meaning, especially coming from him.

you know he wants to say more, but you know better than he can't get it out, so, you begin threading your fingers through his hair, just how he likes it. rin softens completely against you.

"it's okay," you reassure.

"you're too good for me."

the next morning there's a bouquet of flowers and dessert from your favourite bakery on the kitchen counter.

rin wakes up at a reasonable hour. he likes to start off his days between 8 to 9 am, with 9-10 hours of sleep.

your sleep cycle has been synced with his because he hates sleeping without you beside him.

unless you have a good reason to push back sleep, he will not stand for it. stop depriving yourself of sleep and give your body the rest it deserves!!!!!

has a set night routine with you.

also i'm sorry but rin loves making out + neck and hand kisses are his favourite to give to you + he loves receiving temple and lip kisses.

goes to parties and clubs but very reluctantly. he doesn't like to drink, especially during soccer season, so there's not a lot of joy he can find in going out, except when he gets to eye you up and down all night and have fun with you AYEEEE 🕺😩

'you can wear whatever u want, i can fight' bf.

one thing you learn abt this man overtime is that he truly does not care how you dress. even tho it seems like he's judging you, he loves everything you wear and will admire you appreciatively 24/7.

#hope u enjoyed ! #quite self indulgent but i can't help it T^T #itoshi rin x reader #rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #itoshi rin fluff #blue lock fluff #itoshi rin x you #rin x you #rin itoshi x you #blue lock rin #itoshi x reader #blue lock itoshi rin #rin fluff #itoshi rin drabble

[agroupiewhore]

Some random headcanons about what it would be like to date Enzo and a little imagine with him. I haven't wrote anything in ages so apologies if this is shite. Please no hate but let me know if you like this etc. I am always welcome to feedback/ thoughts/ comments/ concerns. Sorry in advance for grammar and spelling and punctuation

🐟🐳🐙🔵🪱

(THIS MANS JAWLINE IS MORE STRUCTURED THAN MY LIFE)

*Disclaimer: This is my own work and my own self-indulgent ideas, none of this is based in reality. And warnings for making out etc, nothing too explicit (PG-13)

✨️ There is no way you ever have to carry your own bag. This man is rushing in to help you. Whether that's your handbag on date night or all of the shopping bags after your weekly grocery shop run. And yes, he refuses to make 2 trips to the car.

✨️ Speaking of weekly shops runs, Enzo is that boyfriend who always pushes the trolley/ cart.

✨️ Matching Adidas trackies. Never quite knowing whose joggers/ t shirts/ jackets that belonged to.

✨️ Wearing his boxers after sex to go down and make a fresh batch of coffee.

✨️ Is always entertaining you with unusual facts and information about Uruguay and is keen for you to learn and embrace his culture and he is keen to learn more about yours.

✨️ Matching your nail varnish to his bow tie/ tie/ shirt colour etc.

✨️ Midnight beach walks where you tell eachother all your hopes and dreams and desires, all the 'deep stuff' you feel you can't tell eachother when it's daylight as it seems to real.

✨️ This man can dance. He has so much natural rhythm and is such a natural. He'll always be the first one up on the dance floor at parties and cast parties and would much rather spend the time on the dance floor with you rather than talking. Also at home will put on whatever dance music he wants and will just start dancing with you.

✨️ Dressing up as Kylo Ren and Rey for Halloween. "Well I mean... I think we should go as them, it would look good" "Fine"

A Perfect Day

You went to open the fridge to find the pouring cream for your iced coffees but were distracted by the note attached to the front, wrote in Enzo's beautiful cursive handwriting. You smiled to yourself as you read it. He always left the most beautiful love notes and this one was no exception. It simply read "You're my happy place". You took the note off the fridge and folded it neatly and placed it in your dressing gown pocket. You were saving them all, for what you weren't sure, but you pictured a future for you and enzo, maybe one day sticking all the notes down into a scrap book and passing it onto your daughter. To show her how much she should be loved by another. You smiled at the thought and opened the fridge, finally, to find the pouring cream. After Enzo had finished filming, touring and surving the awards season the two of you finally had some time and moved in together. The first thing he had done was gone out and found the most fanciest coffee machine. You guys hadn't even bought a bed yet at that point. You finished making your drinks and went back upstairs. Enzo was sat up in bed, shirtless.

"Well damn, it's hot this morning." You laughed as you sat back in bed next to him, being careful not to spill anything. "Here my angel." You passed him the iced coffee. He carefully took it from you and took that first heavenly sip.

"Hmm, perfecto." He said closing his eyes with a satisfied smile on his face. "I do not know how I survived without having you around, only you can make my coffee right."

"I'm sure there is someone else who could, I could always teach them, it's not too hard. There aren't any crazy secret ingredients." You replied "I just make it with love, I think that's why it's so good." Enzo leaned over and kissed you. "I love you so much, mi amor." He said as he took your hand. "What would you like to do today?"

"We need to go shopping to get a couple things and I was thinking maybe we could have a go at making our own pizzas for dinner?" You suggested, admiring him.

"You always have the best ideas, I have a couple more things to add to the list so please don't let me forget my love." Enzo said as he got out of bed. It would never get old seeing how beautiful he was. It was like he had been sculpted by the world's most incredible artist whose attention to detail no one was able to match. You felt so lucky to not only be with one so handsome but to also have discovered someone with a soul that was equally as beautiful. Enzo gave all of his love and time to you. He was always there, his strength and resilience gave you strength. He was so honoured and humbled to have been given such an important role in the film and the sincerity in which he handled his part was inspiring to you. He never got angry when you would call him in the middle of the night due to the time differences or when he had come home to see that you had used his entire bottle of his most expensive cologne. You had missed him a lot while he was away filming so decided one night to spray a little of it on to the pillow next to you, then a little onto your wrist; just to make it seem like he was there with you, however next thing you knew you'd unintentionally sprayed the entire bottle around the house and it was now empty. Enzo found it to be a most romantic gesture and when he left again to complete filming took a pot of your lip balm to apply each night so it could feel like you'd just kissed him. You heard the shower turn on and got up from the bed again to decide what to wear for today. It was a simple errand day so you grabbed a pair of Adidas joggers and a black long sleeved top.

"Wow, you look so beautiful." He said staring at you.

"What? These?" You laughed. "It's a step up from pajamas."

"You look perfect, I love it so much I will also wear mine." He said as he began looking in the wardrobe.

"Maybe one day you could surprise everyone and wear Nike." You laughed. You admired him once again as he got dressed and then you both finished your coffees. Ofcourse Enzo insisted on driving and you sat in the passenger seat and played DJ. Enzo was a cautious driver, especially whilst you were in the car. He could never understand men who drove dangerously to try and impress their partners. How could he risk your life? He couldn't live with himself if anything happened to you, especially if he was the cause of it. You thought is was sweet how he was always so gentle and careful with you. He parked up outside the supermarket.

"I can get my door." You said quickly, opening it as soon as he turned off the ignition. A few times Enzo had managed to run around to open your car door whilst you rummaged around for your handbag or wallet. He was always the gentleman.

"You know I love opening it for you." He said sweetly as he linked his hand with yours. "I'll push the cart."

"I wasn't even going to try." You laughed. Enzo had to push the trolley. He just had to, it wasn't an option for you ever. It made him feel helpful and supportive. You took the list out of your pocket as you walked in with him and began looking down the aisles.

"We have to get these crisps, you'll love them." You said, standing on your tip toes.

"I got it baby." Enzo said, barely having to extend his arm to grab the pack. There were times when his height came in handy and this was certainly one of them. One time the two of you had a fight that had started off as a result of something so small and petty and then seemingly didn't stop and just kept getting worse and worse. It was the first night the two of you went to bed without apologies or saying how much you loved one another. The next day you didn't say a word to him, you'd returned from work and Enzo had moved all of your favourite snacks and drinks to the top shelves so you had no choice but to talk to him.

"And can you get those ones as well, my love. That flavour looks good too." You said pointing to the packet next to it.

"Anything for you." He said, grabbing everything you asked for. You carried on walking through the supermarket getting everything you needed to make pizza later.

"I'll get this." You said, putting your card on the card reader first.

"No, no!" Enzo insisted. "Baby, we talked about this".

"I'll pay." You said "It's fine honey". Enzo muttered in Spanish about how he should be the one paying. The two of you walked back to the car and together loaded the shopping into the back of the car and drove back.

"Are you going to let me carry any of the shopping?" You asked.

"Not a chance." Enzo laughed and leaned over to kiss you. You kissed him back and gently tugged on the back of his hair to be able to kiss down his beautifully structured jawline.

"I love you so much." You said, between kisses.

"I love you so much more." He said. He kissed the tip of your nose and rested his forehead against yours. His soft eyelashes gently brushing your skin. "I got the shopping, don't worry." You got out of the car and opened the door for him. Enzo grabbed all the bags and followed you in.

"Baby, one day all the bags are going to break and I don't know what you will do." You said as you began putting everything away. "Leave the pizza ingredients out, my love."

"Anything for you, I will cut mine in to a heart shape." He said, doing as you asked him. You smiled at him.

"I might try and do a star or something, I don't know." You said. "Maybe the shape of a coffee bean."

"You know me so well." He said smiling as the last of the shopping was put away. The sun was beginning to set and the sky was turning a beautiful pink colour. You went out onto the balcony and looked out. The view was beautiful, just like your life now. You heard the doors slide open and Enzo stepped outside. You continued to look out as you felt his strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer. He kissed your neck gingerly taking in the smell of your perfume and moisturiser. The two of you fitting together perfectly, the final missing piece of the jigsaw to your life.

#lsdln #the society of the snow #enzo vogrincic x reader #enzo vogrincic #imagine

[lizzychanstuffss]

Bite Back

A fic idea that's been banging around in my head. Also inspired by a convo me and @littlemistermedly had about this lmao

Astarion x Tiefling!durge!Tav GN

Synopsis: So I learned tieflings can drink blood....so anyways here's a fic about a tief durge/tav biting Astarion to taste him. This is super self-indulgent btw.

Set in act 2 after his confession.

You looked up at the vampire as he read his book overlooking the fire. Resting in his lap as you recovered from him feeding on you. But you couldn't help but wonder something...what does his blood taste like?

Your intense stare was not lost on the man, he finally looked down meeting your gaze.

"Yes, darling?" He spoke as he reached a hand down to move some hair from your face. "I can't help but notice you have been staring at me." Giving you one of his smiles, he found it endearing at least you thought he did, but there was also a sense of curiosity present in his gaze.

"Can I bite you?" The question caught him off guard, although considering your nature he really shouldn't have been that surprised. After composing himself Astarion finally provides a reply to your question.

"I wouldn't be opposed to you biting me, but can I ask why?" he raised an eyebrow out of amused confusion. You smiled at him and thought for a moment before answering.

"You always bite me....I want to bite you....also I want to know what your blood tastes like." You stared at him, content in your answer. He let out a chuckle, a cool hand stroking your cheek gently.

"Well...I don't see why not?" He took in your laying form with crimson eyes. Before he says anything else you carefully prop yourself up to face him eye to eye, a smile as you thought of where you wanted to drink from him.

"So then, where would you like to bite me, my love?" He sits waiting for you to choose where would be a good place to sink your teeth in.

"Hmm, how about your neck then, like how you bite me." You paused before asking "Is that alright?" Giving him a concerned look before you do anything.

"Of course, darling" Astarion then moved his camp shirt to the side revealing more of his pale skin, the whole process felt rather intimate as you moved in closer to his neck. You started to get eager wondering what his taste would even be, maybe it would be similar to his scent. The faintest scent of decay disguised by what seemed to be rosemary? You couldn't quite place it.

He snakes a hand up into your hair as you often did when he fed on you and you mimicked the gesture. Then finally you went for it, sinking your own fangs into his neck. It paid to be a tiefling sometimes. He let out a surprised gasp of sorts, you weren't entirely paying attention as his blood seeped from the puncture wounds on his neck. It was certainly not the taste you had expected from the occasional animal blood you had tasted on your adventure thus far.

And while your memories were scattered you have a very distinct hunch that you have drank humanoid blood before and this was nothing like that. It was sour, a bit like a lemon but slightly sweeter. Oddly enough the taste was fairly decent overall. You drank a little bit, more after all this was merely to taste him not to get sustenance, unlike him.

Once you felt like you had gotten enough of a taste you released his neck, licking up what blood still dripped out of the puncture wound savoring the taste of it on your tongue, then pressing a gentle kiss to the twin holes now seemingly already healing. Once you got a look at his face there seemed to be something akin to a blush spread across those pearlescent cheeks.

Clearing his throat before speaking "What did you think, did I taste good?" He seemed a little embarrassed but also genuinely concerned he might taste bad, although you're not sure why anyone would just go around trying to drink his blood randomly besides you. Chuckling a little before you spoke.

"It was a bit like a lemon but a little sweeter, I liked it personally but it certainly wasn't to everyone's taste." Smirking at him as he relaxed his shoulders a bit, was he really that concerned that he tasted bad?

"I see...well as long as you didn't think it was disgusting then I suppose I’ll take it." He let out one of his classic laughs to tease a bit. Causing you to roll your eyes and place a kiss on his cheek before he hooked his hand under your chin so your lips could meet for a slightly more passionate kiss.

Sharing a few kisses before he breaks your mini-makeout session. "This is nice." He lets out a contented sigh before kissing you again. "Mhm...thank you for letting me, I know you didn't have to." Flushing slightly as you spoke.

"Well....I will admit I was curious as well." he laughed a bit, you couldn't help but chuckle in reply. It was cute when he got like this. "I see, well I wouldn't mind doing it again if you wanted me to." Your words mirror the conversation you had the day after the first time he took your blood, picking up on this the man couldn't be a little cheeky and.

"Maybe later," He said before giving you a gentle kiss again before the two of you turned in for the night. 

#astarion #astarion x reader #astarion romance #astarion x tav #astarion fanfic #astarion ancunin #astarionfics #my writing

[bluberryfields]

"What the hell did you just do?"

Part 2 of whatever. Continuing on with Tadfield Manor scenes, we get to the infamous "Wall" scene. I know it has been analyzed by many so far, but that's never stopped people in the world of literary analysis from spewing their own thoughts on well-reviewed texts. Also, I just want to.

Okay, so once they enter the manor building and see the management training branding, Crowley decides to "help out" and make all of the paintball guns into real machine guns. He snaps his fingers and points double finger guns at the passing "soldier".

Aziraphale is dumbfounded. "What the hell did you just do?

Such language, Angel! And no physical reaction to it like Crowley did when he said "Heaven's sake" in E6. Huh.

Crowley, meanwhile, is thoroughly pleased with himself. They want to battle? He's happy to oblige.

This plus the scare in the courtyard lets us see Crowley enjoying the few perks of being a demon. It's fucking adorable.

Aziraphale cannot comprehend how Crowley - who just miracled a stain away on his coat because it bothered him - could do something so thoroughly evil. And with a jaunty step!

If Aziraphale had pearls, he'd be clutching them so hard.

To which Crowley takes the opportunity to once again point out the flawed binary system of morality. We the audience will see this argument again in the Body Snatcher minisode, so it's fun to see how these two keep having the same old debates throughout time just with different causes with which to start from.

Pointing out hypocrisy while slinking down a hall? Crowley, you delicious tramp.

Aziraphale is still thoroughly horrified, but Crowley concedes with a sigh that everyone will, in fact, be fine. To me, his tone is a mix of disappointment at him not being quite as much of a bastard as he paints himself. He can't really hide his true self from Aziraphale.

I love how he can't stop moving his body. Snakes gonna slither.

Then here is it. The big moment. Smug little Aziraphale feels the need to mention how nice Crowley is underneath his demonic persona.

We now know that this is a reoccurring exchange, where Crowley must defend his title of Big Bad Demon in front of Azi's kind compliments. There's serious consequences to Crowley being labeled "nice" and Azi knows this by now. So why does he keep bringing it up? To provoke Crowley? To finally break him into admitting Azi is right? It's not like Azi can protect Crowley from Hell's wrath, but he pushes anyway.

I thought Crowley was the shit-stirrer in this relationship.

And now my favorite part. Sister Mary shows up and rightly implies these two are about to nail each other through the drywall. But when she recognizes Crowley, he stops her in her tracks.

The sass! It's off the fucking chart! Only an Angel could withstand such a display!

Aziraphale just straightens his clothes and lets the sass go unchallenged because he's still has a bit of self-preservation instincts left.

So I already talked about the "Luck of the devil" line from Aziraphale here, but it truly is a fun moment in the context of the whole scene. Crowley is worked up from the "nice" comment and Aziraphale's seeming refusal to stop analyzing him.

Horny Aziraphale is sassy and Crowley looks like he wants to bite through a door frame.

So, obviously, I've spent way too much time rewatching these scenes, but I do find it so interesting how we see so much of their relationship on display within just a few minutes. The different personality traits to draw them together while also pushing them apart.

The way Aziraphale knows how to work Crowley, who in turns knows how to indulge appropriately. (*cough* bullet catch *cough*)

The way Crowley happily taps into his demonic toolbox to spread a bit of chaos without actually causing serious harm. (*cough* Job *cough*)

The way Aziraphale reflexively tows the party line of Heaven even in the face of Crowley's demonstrations of humanity's instincts. (*cough* all of time *cough*)

And basically the way they bring out the best (and sometimes worst) of each other. Some might say they're a team. Or a group. A group of the two of them.

#good omens #crowley x aziraphale #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #david tennant #michael sheen #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #good omens meta #the cutest chaos goblin #luck of the devil #sassy aziraphale #supernatural sass #microcosm of the universe #nice is a four letter word

[chrollo-lucilfers-chains]

Currently thinking about....

Homelander, who visits the beach with his s/o and seems just a little too obsessed with their cute beach outfit. His oversized t-shirt and their swimsuit underneath make him feel like he's doing something forbidden just by looking at them.

But he loves it. He'll just have to make sure nobody else is watching!

No, he's not jealous, don't be ridiculous. He's just making sure there's no incidents so flying the two of you to the most secluded beach, on the most secluded island he knows isn't overdoing it at all.

Homelander, whose s/o is well aware that his skin is resistant to literal fire but pretends not to know and indulges him by lavishly massaging sunscreen into his broad shoulders and tanned back.

"Babe, you missed a spot!" He complains, pouting in a way he would never even dare to show in front of paparazzi.

"Huh? Where...?" You ask, interrupted by him gently pulling you on top of his lap.

"My chest, of course! You want me to do it myself? I'm gonna burn!!" You laugh at his antics but indulge him. Don't worry, he'll gladly rub sunscreen wherever you need in return as well.

Homelander, who doesn't quite comprehend why you're a little scared of the big waves back there in the deeper water but who still wants to go inside with you, so he lets you sit on his shoulders.

"This way you can just relax, I won't let you fall."

He does, however, throw you in when you're back in the more shallow are, laughing as you burst through the surface, looking like a drenched, angry little kitten.

But, because he's such a good boyfriend, of course he'll help you dry yourself with the towel by snatching it out of your hands and doing it himself with a content smirk. He even helps you warm up, letting you lay on his chest, bathing in the sun together.

Homelander, who feels like he can finally relax a little for the first time in his life because the only person he has to keep safe right now is you. And, as there are no people anywhere nearby, the most he has to do is protect you from sunburn by shielding you with his hands or carefully placing the towel to cover your head so you can nap safely, resting peacefully on top of him. His one hand rests over the towel on your head to keep it from slipping off, while he's caressing your lower back with the thumb of his other one. But all that is done willingly and gladly for you. It's no burden. Not to him. Not if it's you.

Homelander flying you two back to his apartment for a tired shower together to wash away all that sand and who carries you to bed when you almost fall asleep while brushing your teeth, energy spent over the course of the exciting day.

Homelander, who holds your exhausted body happily in his arms after tucking himself in next to you, cuddling you close in your shared bed. He feels content, which is rare for him but becoming increasingly frequent with you.

Homelander, who admires your sleeping face in the dimly lit room and who can't help but let himself drift away as well with you tightly tucked into his arms.

Honestly, what a spoiled boyfriend you have. But beach days might've just become your favorite type of date...

(So much self indulgence hehehe)

#homelander #the boys #the boys tv #the homelander #homelander x reader #reader #gn!reader #homelander x you #the boys tv show #mine #my writing

[secret-smut-sideblog]

Non Believer

Gale x F! Tav (named)

(Nightcall Part 2)

18+ longing, jealousy, possessiveness, near death, self sacrifice, fear, hurt/comfort, feelings coming to a head, heavy petting, urgency, slow burn nonsense ayo

Traveling into the Shadowlands, Gale can't help but be drawn nearer to his golden muse. When things get dire during battle, she must make a revealing decision to save him...

Masterlist, Part 1

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"I, um, once read a book that explained in some detail the effects a brush with danger has one's desire for... other forms of stimulation."

She looked at him bewildered.

"Have you ever read anything on that subject?"

She smiled at him in that serene way, tilting her head slightly.

"What are you saying exactly?"

He knew that he was rambling but couldn't stop the passion that flowed sieve from him.

She had to know how ethereal she was. How much she meant to him.

"Only that I find you quite irresistible. Even illuminated by such rotten light this place produces."

He could feel himself getting to be too much. Course correcting slightly.

"Perhaps it's just the thrill of our undead experience talking, but standing at your side through such darkness and disrepair... it only makes me want you more."

Her wide eyes strummed his heart with equal parts longing and fear. An elegant hand coming up to shield over her heart.

Something he had caught her doing a lot. He wasn't sure what it meant, but he was searching for every opportunity to incite it from her.

Sighing, he relented again.

"Unfortunately, this is neither the time nor the place to indulge such feelings. So... we must be patient and push all such thoughts aside."

"For now." He added with a smile.

She bit her lip in a small smile, and it made his heart soar. He had rarely seen her flustered, let alone coy.

Always a pillar of grace, the perfect leader. There with a soft hand and endless patience, always making time.

It was nearly involuntary to be drawn to her if any of their companions wanting glances were any indication. He tried not to bristle at them as he understood implicitly.

The worst offender being Astarion, naturally. Hovering around her and licking her skin with teasing fingers. That did make his blood boil.

But she was nothing if not brilliant, seeing through him almost immediately. Effortlessly dodging and brushing away gently. Since that one shared night more than happy to assist in his bloodcall, but no further.

Gale felt a petty thrill when she would gracefully dance out of his reach, seeing the frustrated heat rise to his ears.

That's right, you don't get to have her.

But that was the greatest challenge he had faced with her so far. She was a master of deflection. Able to counter and twist so effortlessly most didn't even realize it was happening.

His best weapon was turning out to be raw honesty.

There had to be a deep well she was keeping from them. From him.

He was determined to dip his fingers in it.

"Gale's down!" Karlach shouted, bringing her greataxe down in a leaping strike.

He coughed, eyes rolling. Chest shallowly rising.

Aurum rushed to him across the battlefield, a running river of grace. Sliding and ducking under blows and reaching branches.

He watched her, smiling. Even near death she enthralled him.

Falling to knees next to his crumpled body, far back from the others. She played a low mournful note on her violin, lighting him up with just enough healing magic to bring him back from the edge.

But now they had a larger problem.

Their companions with torches were far ahead and quite busy. The darkness was starting to descend.

"Go. You're needed." He urged.

Her eyes were uncharacteristically uncertain, darting in an internal fight. Mouth a thin line.

"Aurum, you have to-"

He was cut off by her untying the front of her armor in harsh pulls.

Light.

There was light.

In silent gaping rapture he watched.

Her head fell back in relief, pulling her armor open. An endless chasm of light pouring out, pushing out through her ribs.

Surely he was dying. This had to be a hallucination.

It spread out through her limbs, reaching the tips of her fingers. Her golden hair rising like water. The air around her wavering.

Her mouth opened and let out a high scream of release. Several voices layering on top of each other, singing and shrieking in harmony. The sound of church bells rising. An earth shaking cry of many screaming songs.

It was blinding, but he couldn't look away.

He caught sight of their companions then, their mouths gaping in shock as his must be.

When the last of the brutish creatures were slain and torches rushed back to their side, she gripped at her chest. Pulling limbs into herself. A coiled ball of restraining energy.

The light began to retreat, her body dimming.

They all stood on shock, giving her a wide berth.

She breathed slow, both hands pressing hard into her chest. A faint glow still there.

"It's not... it won't go." Her voice was cracking, a vein of despair threading through her words.

He rose shakily to elbows, eyeline with her.

"It's okay. You're going to be okay."

She looked at him and, for the first time, seemed so lost.

He rested a hand over hers, still gripping into her chest. Pulled them away gently, letting the light out.

At camp it was naturally all anyone could talk about. Karlach giving a rousing and accurate recreation for those who had stayed behind. All eyes spellbound by her performance, darting to Aurum occasionally.

She sat with him, hand still coming up on instinct to shield over the light in her chest when the others would peer at her.

For once, words came difficult to him.

What could he even say?

She threaded her free hand into his subtly.

"Can we go to your tent?" She hushed, head down.

"Of course, here." He lifted under her arm, leading her up.

All eyes were on them as they walked, and he shot an incensed dissaproving look over his shoulder at their gawking.

Some of them had the decency to look ashamed.

He ducked them inside, pulling the flap closed with a mage hand.

He twisted his fingers and lit up the space. Constellations arched across the roof, small dancing lights bobbed around them. A cast of silence over it all.

"Finally, privacy." He sighed.

She sank onto a cushion, looking down at her chest. Holding her hand out, the light catching in her palm.

It was quiet, but he didn't mind, sitting down. More than willing to wait for her.

Her fingers moved slowly, the light dancing between them.

"I tried so hard." She whispered.

"I guess it was a fools errand. I can't fight what they made me. I cannot be more."

She looked up at him then.

"I owe you the truth."

"You owe me nothing, and I am more than willing to take less than what you have already given."

Her mouth formed that thin line again. Taking his hand.

Uncertain but determined, she brought it up to her chest. Pressing his palm hard into the light.

A holy fervor overcame him, burning a righteous spear through his soul. Like a thousand battle cries, he would rally her troops to the end of the earth.

She released, and he let out the air he had been holding. The thrall broken. Looking at her, then the light.

"Can you hold me again?" She whispered, tears dancing at the edge of her eyes.

He gathered her into his arms, threading his hand gently into her hair. Pulling her as close as she could get without being inside him.

She gripped into his back, head tucked into his chest. Softly crying.

He held her steady, his own tears threatening.

When she finally pulled back, he pressed his forehead to hers.

"You can call for me, no matter the circumstance. I will hear you and come to your side." He hushed, pressing her hand to his heart now.

She leaned up and kissed him in a soft whimper.

He melded into her, cupping her cheek. His heart soaring. Feeling in a dream again.

She pushed into his lap, legs straddling around his, hand pushing into his hair. Need pulsing from her mouth.

He wondered if this was wise in her condition. His as well. But his head was full of little but liquid desire.

His hands ran up the outside of her thighs, groaning. Her heat making him dizzy, mouths pleading silently.

She gripped his shirt, hips starting to roll.

His closed eyes were accosted by a pulse of light. Opening them, he saw her chest radiating out.

He knew he shouldn't be, but he was spellbound by it. Resisting reaching out for it again.

Only when the high singing started on the edges of her head did she pull away.

"I'm sorry." She gasped. Closing eyes again in concentration, reigning in.

"No need for apologies. I shouldn't have tempted fate, you're just so... I want anything you can give me."

She smiled at him from under her lashes.

"I just need time, I can control it again I promise."

"Is there anything I can do?"

She seemed to consider that. "I actually don't know. Maybe?"

A deep passion rippled in his chest. This was everything he was good at. Research, answers. Doggedly pursuing until a solution presented itself.

Already he was mentally flipping through all the tomes he had read.

But there was one piece he was missing.

"Do you know what causes this condition?"

She stiffened again.

"If it's too personal I won't-"

"It's my blood. Its... it's in the marrow of my bones."

That narrowed things down significantly for him.

"I'm going to dedicate all of my free time to this. You have given me another purpose, thank you."

She pressed her forehead to his.

He sighed, eyes closing.

"I'll see you in the morning, lovely." She hushed.

She gave him a small kiss on the cheek and rose to feet, endless grace.

As soon as she was gone he buried his face in a pillow. Flopping face first, completely flat against the sheets.

He had a lot of work to do, but it would have to wait.

Hard to do research with jellied limbs, afterall.

~

Part 3

#sorry to the like three of you who liked the deleted chapter. BUT im much happier with this one! #gale x tav #gale smut #screenshot by @dailygale #lyrics from: would that I - hozier

[kayann9]

To the basement

Well, thank you so much! I can't believe the love the last story got. I really appreciate anyone who took the time to read or re-blog or like or comment!

This is a tiny fic based inspired by all the moments we don't see before the confession.

Pairing: Gale x f! Tav (Serena)

Setting: Arcane Tower; Underdark

Words: 740

Rating: T (just fluff)

For everything he’d heard of the Underdark, he’d not expected to find it beautiful. Glowing fungi littering the rocky crevices gave the place a haunting glow, almost an air of romance to it, if you ignored the odd creatures that had grown used to the perpetual darkness. The Arcane Tower they’d discovered to the West of the entrance had been a personal favourite of Gale’s and he couldn’t help but be a little bit grateful they’d decided to set up camp inside its walls, under the watchful gaze of an automaton.

He pored over the books on the second floor, mesmerised by the archaic words on yellowed pages.

“It’s so sad.” Serena’s voice, barely a whisper, caught his attention despite it’s obvious intentions not to.

He could not help but tear his eyes away to see what had caused the response. She was cross-legged, on the floor, hair messy and covered in the same dust she usually was, staring at a crumpled note in her hand. The glow of the blue lights from the tower gave her skin a cool hue but even from the distance he was sat, he could see the glassy sheen on her eyes, her fingers covering her mouth.

Curiosity got the better of him the way it always did, and before his brain could stop him, he strode over and sat beside her.

It was a habit he’d grown into; always sitting or walking next to her. He’d managed to be subtle – or so he’d thought. Always something to look at close to her or a quiet discussion away from prying ears. This time, the letter that had enraptured her, was his reason.

“What is it?”

“Read.” He smiled inside as she settled next to him, her shoulder nestled into chest. “That grave we found. She sounded so lonely. The play makes sense now.”

Gale couldn’t help but fell a knife of ice in his heart. It was sad. This tower, decaying and decrepit, filled with wondrous information was also filled with the same cold isolation his own had become. A tomb of wisdom separated from the outside world; filled with the written word and nobody to share it with. His body stiffened. In a hundred years, someone may be sat on the floor of his Waterdeep Tower, reading the same books, learning of him from his sad musings and lost poetry, shedding a tear about how desperately isolated he was and how his tale was a warning only to end with tragedy.

“I wonder what became of her. I wonder why she chose not to join the society?” Serena wasn’t talking to him, not really. “Maybe she made it to Baldur’s Gate. Perhaps she met up with her friend.” He could tell the lack of conviction even in her hopeful words; she knew what had happened to her. The likelihood was that Lenore of the Underdark Tower had died here how she lived; alone.

“Yes. Perhaps she did.” Even he wanted to believe it; they’d discovered enough misery down here without the added melancholy of this story. “Perhaps we will see when we get there. I think leaving the automaton was a good idea in the end. A fitting guardian to someone who was clearly an accomplished wizard.” 

Serena raised an eyebrow and looked up at him. “I thought you said it was self-indulgent”

He coughed. He had said that, hadn’t he?

“Well, I suppose, when one looks at the larger picture, it is quite the feat to create an army on androids powered by arcane magic to protect your secrets in your absence. I, maybe, overlooked the technical skill involved in -”

“If you back-peddle anymore, we’ll end up back on the Nautiloid.” She chuckled and put the letter on the floor. Her head tilted ever so slightly and rested on his shoulder. It was almost as seamless as breathing and were it an isolated incident, he could maybe have over-looked it as her being exhausted. “Want to go look in the basement?”

Gale smiled. Of course, he did. He’d have walked into an active volcano were she inviting him.

“Sounds like a most wonderful plan my lady.”

“You’re such a charmer.” The usual playful tap followed the comment. She stood, offered her hand to help him up and with a skip, pulled him in the direction of the elevator that would take them into the depths of the broken but storied building.

#bg3 #bg3 gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 tav #gale x tav #gale bg3 #f!tav

[luveline]

request idea! tasm!peter hugging his girl from behind and her being startled and panicky - she doesn’t like surprises and it triggered her? And he’s so sweet and soft and comforting!

 Peter can't help but feel the sickly sweet blooming of your new love when he sees you in his t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, looking through the fridge for something to drink. 

"You want anything?" you call, shifting from one socked foot to the other. 

He slinks forward. The dishwasher is churning, the crock pot sings its constant hum as it cooks your dinner. The windows are open to ward off the summer heat, and New York noise drifts in. 

He kicks himself for it after he realises you hadn't heard him come in. But now, in the moment, with your head tipped to the side peering curiously and your hand tapping along to the radio, all he wants is to hug you and he indulges himself. His hands move slowly over your abdomen, effectively locking you in against his front. He leans his chin against your temple. 

"Anything worth having?" he asks softly, hands spreading over your soft tummy. 

You take in a fast breath that sounds wrong. Too fast. Startled. 

He pushes his lips into your skin, "Sorry, dove, have I scared you?" 

The next is practically ragged. He frowns. This isn't what he had been expecting and it worries him. He pulls away to look at your face, finds you still as a statuette with something scared in the way you hold your mouth, lips barely parted. 

He retracts from you completely, hands back at his sides. You curl in on yourself slowly, head ducking down, arms wrapping around your stomach where his own had been moments before. 

You look small. He hates it. 

"Dovey?" he murmurs. 

"Don't touch me," you whisper. 

And the pit in his stomach turns to lead. "I won't, baby. I won't. You're safe here. You're fine. I'm sorry." 

Your breath comes quickly. He can hear when you try to silence yourself, try holding it in. The horrible gasping sound when you have to let it out. 

He doesn't know what to do. He wants to call his Aunt May. He wants to panic, too, but he can't. 

"You wanna turn around?" he suggests carefully. The fridge light goes out. 

You half turn, eyes shut, and it's a good sign because it means you heard him. 

"Hey," he's pleading in his softness, voice inlaid with a worry he can't quash. "Are you okay?" 

Instantly, he feels an acute sense of self loathing, because obviously you're not okay. Far from it. But you shudder, and blink, and a great wave of relief washes over him. 

Your hands grasp at nothing. 

"Yeah?" 

"Yes," you say quickly, the word not quite right. 

"It's Peter. I'm Peter. You're in my kitchen. I'm sorry, I hugged you. I scared you." 

You reach your hand out. At first he thinks you might fall, but your eyes flit to his, and you look a little more like yourself. He extends his hand under yours, lets you take it slow. Your fingertips search up his fingers and his palm before they close around his wrist, your eyes watching his movements carefully. 

"It's me. Peter. You're here with me. You're okay." 

You nod. 

"What can I do?" he asks.

Evidently you're unsure. You look worried, and sad, and your lips purse up like you're embarrassed, which makes his chest ache in a new way. 

"We can stand here for a while, if you like." 

"Yeah," you say. 

He smiles. "I have nowhere I'd rather be," he squeezes your wrist gently. "Okay? Nowhere else." 

You take in a breath. It sounds like it hurts. "Okay." 

"Alright." You breathe. He listens to the sound of it, swallowing his own panic the entire while. 

It takes a while. You come into yourself slowly, your eyes moving from whatever far away place you’d been to his skin, his wrist in your hands and yours in his. You squeeze his skin as if checking that he’s real and, when you like what you find, step into his space. You’re hesitant as you drop your face into his chest, arms dangling weakly at your sides. He brings his free hand up to your back loosely. 

“Sorry, Peter.”

“For what, huh? It’s my fault. I know better, baby.”

“It’s not because it’s you, it’s- it would never be you.”

“I know.” He pushes his face into your hair. “I know.”

#tasm peter parker #tasm peter x reader #tasm peter parker imagine #tasm peter parker x you #tasm peter parker x reader #tasm x reader #peter parker x reader #tasm!spiderman x reader #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter imagine #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm! peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #peter parker oneshot #peter parker blurb #peter parker imagine #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #spiderman x you #spiderman fanfiction

[wangxianficfinder]

Hello! Could you help me find a fic?

The only thing I remember is a quite long scene where Wei Wuxian needs to slowly let go of the resentful energy that's holding his body together while Wen Qing (and possibly some Lan healers?) run against the clock to perform surgery and properly fix the damage. It happens after the war is done.

If I'm not mistaken, one of the POVs is Nie Mingjue, I remember him being impressed by Wei Wuxian's "breath control" after he can't use the flute and has to whistle while being worked on.

It is not "better things to do with a flute in wartime" (it thought so, reread that beauty, but it isn't it).

Thank you!!

If I'm not mistaken, that's this fic -

FOUND! three surgeries and a mercy kill by MarbleGlove (T, 11k, Medical Procedures, Demonic Cultivation, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Self-Indulgent, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies)

- Mod C

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[otakuworks]

❛ 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃. headcanon/platonic

feat. Oikawa, Iwaizumi x GN!Reader | wc. 2.1 k

sum. By pairs are already chaotic enough as it is, let's add you in to see what havoc they'll cause when you're around.

haikyuu m.list main m.list

Ushijima ft. Tendou | Kuroo & Kenma | Bokuto & Akaashi | Miya Twins ft. Suna

OIKAWA & IWAIZUMI

GENERAL HEADCANON ;

The dynamic between the three of you is quite complex for anyone to comprehend.

But if there's an easy way to describe your friendship with them; you three are the epitome of C H A O T I C.

Oikawa is that friend who constantly teases you at the most random times, steals your hoodies every sleepover, who keeps losing the borrowed items from you and the one who's always updated to your love life and gossips behind you.

He mostly gossips with Iwa-chan anyway, so expect your secrets to be spilled within the very next hour you told him you have a crush on their teammate, Matsukawa.

Calls you variety of nicknames, but mostly sticks to the nickname he first gave you.

Would always rant how he's so much better than Tobio in any ways, shape and form. You've had enough for most of them and subtly fall asleep while he's talking.

He also has that tendecy to throw you under the bus when Iwa-chan is pissed off at him when he's late for practice, mostly because he kept indulging his fans.

"You're coming with me, Y/N-chan. I might get lost with all my mob of fans and no one will ever found me again." :(

In truth, you're the human shield for someone who's plotting to make you the bait for his impending doom. It never worked on Iwaizumi either way.

Though, in rare occasions you two would work together to give Iwa-chan more wrinkles than he already has.

And speaking of the setter, Izumi is your nickname for him.

It's quite unique and people sometimes assume this 'Izumi' you're speaking of is a girl. You never really denied their assumptions though.

Izumi takes the role of the Mom in your small group anyway.

He's that sarcastic chill mom who would always keep you and Oikawa in check, Oikawa often blew his fuse and you have to be the hero to hold him back from committing homicide of your close friend 🙃

When he's in the right mood, he'll also share you his food without Oikawa looking.

Would offer you to join them in their practice if you have nothing to do and admonish the team if they're misbehaving around you.

HOW YOU MET ;

8 year old version of you won't think that playing volleyball by yourself in an abandoned park would lead you in meeting two boys occupying the park before you.

Your siblings are athletic and play varieties of sports, one of them being Volleyball.

You borrowed your brother's volleyball to test out a few moves you saw him doing in your backyard.

Being the introverted kid you are, you found a secluded area where no one can absolutely disturb or humiliate you in your attemps.

Unfortunately for you, there was this brunette-haired douche who made crushed your self-esteem.

"Pfft!"

You heard the unmistakable muffled snicker somewhere, your heart almost hit the floor, if that's possible. You find yourself wishing whatever God is listening to you would grant you mutant powers to let the ground swallow you whole.

"Were you trying to practice Basketball instead of Volleyball?" It irks you how he seems so confident he can do it better.

"That's not nice, Oikawa." A boy roughly around his ages emerged behind him with a frown marring his face, "I know! But can't you laugh after seeing them fail?!"

Rude!

"Ignore him please, he's been a jerk ever since."

"Hey!"

You've come to learn their names minutes later and this Iwaizumi guy even helped you by correcting the stance and everything.

You wouldn't ever thought of finding such precious friends and treasuring them.

With Oikawa's first impression to you, it seemed like there was no hope of befriending with that guy.

But oh boy, you thought wrong.

AS TEENAGERS ;

As what stated in the General, your trio is chaotic.

Coincidentally, all of you went at the same school. It was mostly Oikawa begging you two to accompany him in his high school journey.

The two boys immediately applied in the Volleyball Club while you never bothered to apply in any clubs.

You can either be their manager or just be an independent individual. Your choice.

You'd watch their game and always be disheartened whenever they lose to Shiratorizawa.

You'll find Iwaizumi dozing off, often finding him crying by himself in the lockers. It broke you to see him weep for a loss, he's the Ace and the team kept failing because of his spikes.

Iwaizumi was anything but a failure, sure he has his own flaws but not to an extent where he'd be a burden to his teammates. That was just his innermost evil thoughts

Oikawa would ignore everyone and just be with himself, probably rethinking his course of action earlier.

Or comparing himself from Tobio, who's always been his arch nemesis.

You'd try your best to be there with them, no words can ease their pain, but you can offer comforting hugs.

At some point, the three of you cut ties for a week after they lost to Shiratorizawa for the second time.

It was. . . lonely. Even if Oikawa's annoying shenanigans get in your way, a day is never complete without them.

You miss how rambunctious it was, how lively your morning would start despite the feeling of drowsiness because Oikawa is always there to lighten up the mood.

Without Iwaizumi for a day, who's gonna keep you in checked everyday? Who's gonna remind you what you've forgotten, or be there to save the day?

But no matter what storm may come, you three always find a way back to each other.

HOW THEY PROTECT YOU ;

Being Oikawa's friend didn't mean he influenced you with all his knack of mischief and causing headaches to Iwa-chan.

You didn't really have that much friends other than them, so it's less likely for you to have enemies.

However, being close friend with two popular volleyball players means a few attention and jealousy would dart on you unknowingly.

You were the only one who can converse with the two outside the volleyball field.

Many people have tried to make you their gateway to closure to the two, it often pisses you off.

One day, Iwaizumi was trying to fetch his crappy friend for their practice when he heard a statement that made his blood boiled faster than Oikawa's annoying shenanigans.

What's worse is that you were being picked on!

"You annoying bitch! Why are you hogging Oikawa and Iwaizumi as if they're collectable pokemon cards?!"

Say what now?

Instead of mulling over their words, you couldn't help but to be amused at their claims. You've become immune to their harsh words that it becomes a form of your own amusement.

Collectable pokemon cards? Seriously? LOL!

You saw how their mouths move to say something more but you couldn't comprehend what it was, you were busy holding it in.

By the time you composed yourself, a hand slipped around your shoulder and squeezed out of reassurance.

"Hmm! What do we have here?~"

You shrieked at the sudden appearance of your best friend.

Oh, you can't wait to tell it to him.

"You should've heard what they said, Tooru! Pfft, they said you—"

When you glanced at him, your bright attitude dropped. There was his charming smile yet again that makes every girl fall for their knees, however, you've known him long enough to know what it actually pertains to, and you don't like it one bit.

You didn't notice how your harasser flinched back at the anonymous intensity on his face.

This time, the brunette looked at you with softened gaze, "Hmm? What were they saying, Y/N-chan? You look happy despite the misplaced hate comments about you."

You blinked surreptitiously, unsure how to deal with this kind of Oikawa as you have never been in a tight situation like this before. Izumi mostly handles all of his bipolar sides.

As if someone reading your mind and prayers, Iwaizumi came to the rescue but you didn't expect him to side with OIKAWA. The Oikawa? When did the world became square?

"I agree, we can report you to the Principal for bullying, bullying rates in Japan is high and they don't belittle this issue."

Both of them were now barricading your existence from the girls, you can tell Oikawa is holding back himself from committing homicide and the back of your mind tells you Izumi won't even lift a finger to stop his friend.

You never encountered such scenarios anymore, and either of them would guard accompany you in your class. The crowd would part when they see Oikawa or Iwaizumi with you. Great, isn't it? Everyone is now afraid of messing with you.

If you never had friends because of your introverted self then now you have more reasons to have no one but them :)

AS ADULTS ;

Le cries :(

All of you had to separate from College after graduating high school.

Oikawa was accepted in a boarding school in Argentina that focuses more on honing Volleyball players. Iwaizumi just went to the nearest college in his town.

You and your family had to go back in your province. You can only imagine how difficult it was to connect with your friends.

No worries though! Your bond is stronger than any distance.

Group chats were never quiet. Oikawa kept updating you two with his personal life in Argentina, sending blogs, documentaries, calls and random memes he can think of.

Hanging out with Iwaizumi was never scarce.

Every weekend, you'd put everything aside and go back in the City, or Iwa-chan would visit your province once in awhile.

Every summer, Oikawa would come back in Japan to visit his friends and family.

You better be damn well prepared for a shopping spree every time he's home.

He'd bring home souvenirs and random trinkets he found while Iwaizumi would treat him his favorite food.

LOTS of selfies and pictures here and there as what Oikawa would say as his 'remembrance'

"Stop taking a picture of my hairstyle, Tooru. Not my eyelashes! You're not Suna!"

After graduating college, you proceed to apply for a job.

It wasn't long before Iwaizumi became a trainer and Oikawa stayed in Argentina for quite some time.

Life was never boring with them. Even if there's distance, nothing can tether the unbreakable bond you have with them. It's chaotic, but what's life without a little bit of thrill?

That's what it's like to be friends with them. You have each other's back no matter what.

Insulting words may overweigh compliments, but sentimental actions were never lacking. Not a perfect friendship, but also not imperfect.

©OTAKUWORKS | 2022

#anime #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #headcanon #fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanon #oikawa #iwaizumi #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #platonic #haikyuu platonic

[thecruellestmonth]

in a city of millions of people ONLY selina can care about the poor and east end/park row and ONLY helena can care about children and rape victims 😉😉 but we can steal jason's traits and give them to tim (btas lmao) or bruce (ul cheer) and then wholesale lie about jason's personality to make batman look good/victim blame him for his death 😉

Well, because I'm a contrarian at heart, now I will disagree with this a bit, even though I never shut up about the story-breaking double-standards imposed on Jason.

Just to touch on some stuff before I get to the "trait-stealing" discourse...

Almost all superheroes and even many villains-who-have-standards do care about children and rape victims. I can see how some fans would get upset at seeing the broad claim that certain characters really really care about victims, because it implies that most other characters don't care enough. So, yes, all heroes should and do care—although different fans might latch on to different characters that express care in ways they find personally satisfying.

I don't think too many people are arguing that BTAS "Timmy Todd" isn't an adaptation of Jason. Once people realize how much BTAS Tim was clearly inspired by Jason, then most people seem to agree that those are signature traits of Jason. There isn't much debate there, as far as I can tell.

Others have covered Cheer thing better than I could.

I would say, yeah factually, Jason hasn't been a community-based hero in canon, and that's something I find really compelling about him. Like several months back on Reddit (yeah yeah I know lol), I did bring up Selina in the Brubaker run as a contrast to Jason. Selina became a community-based hero in that era, and Jason was not.

I believe that Jason did not think of himself as someone who can make connections with others (at least before he was magicked back into the Batfamily by the Morrison run and the New 52). He couldn't be a community-based hero because he couldn't be part of a community. He wasn't building up a neighborhood, he wasn't a neighbor to anyone. He did help people—and then he'd leave them, just walk away without a personal connection. I can't quite articulate it, but there is a distinction between Selina's streak of running away from "being domesticated" for better or for worse, and something like Jason's belief that he is this thing that is incapable of connecting with people. (Jason's immature idea that it's not his role to heal people and be part of society is the very idea that Bruce keeps reverting to as a middle-aged ultra-rich man with several kids and a famously massive support system btw! Bruce is literally doing it again right now!)

Also Selina did do all sorts of selfish, hurtful things when she was Jason's age, and when she was older too. (And she was AMAZING at it! I'm not against her Robin Hood era, but I miss her self-indulgence and misadventures as a rogue.) Helena was going ham mowing down ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀssᴇs ᴏғ ʟᴏᴡ-ʟɪғᴇ sᴄᴜᴍ back when she was a bit older than Jason is now as a defanged ex-villain in current-day comics. (Hey, I'm not going to be some self-appointed cop holding her accountable for that. Sometimes fictional women set fictional men on fire to cope. 🤷‍♀️ Her outfit looked great while she was burning people alive in front of children. We Aquariuses are free spirits.)

I'd love for Jason to return to Crime Alley and set up there. He's this guy who kept having his connections cut over and over, then became this weird tumbleweed thing cut off from everything, and then he could regrow his roots where it all began. As you say, there are millions of people in Gotham to help (...or to haunt; lesser evil Jason could be my jam too). And that's exactly what fan fiction is supposed to be—fans' wish-fulfillment for the potential of stories and characters. Yes, there is fanon in the fan fiction. That's where the fanon belongs.

A lot of this "trait-stealing" discourse is not helpful, it's not kind. It's not interested in actually exploring the contrasts and parallels between these characters. It's actually stripping these women and girl characters of their traits and their journeys to label them "Female Jason". It's an echo chamber, maybe even a bit a snobfest.

Like I'm sorry. The stories of these women in their mid-20s and 30s who have lived in their own apartments, established their careers, formed adult relationships, come to understand their sexuality—they don't have the same journey as the societyless freak-of-nature zombie boy beefing with his own dad who is the local god-tyrant.

If I argued that Helena, JPV, Cass, and Damian all retread the same boring tortured killer cult-deprogramming redemption arc, then that'd be reductive and narrow-minded and frankly anti-storytelling of me.

Or if I just jumped to assume that fans who headcanon Bruce as Jewish are stealing his cousin Kate's canon Jewishness and refusing to engage with a canon Jewish lesbian character out of sheer bigotry, then that'd be skipping straight to the most negative possible assumptions that I could make about actual real-life people and their motives.

That's really the worst part of this. Reaching to assume the worst in real-life people. The moral posturing. This need to display superiority. Over—I can't emphasize this enough—the consumption of corporate American superhero comics.

#This isn't coherent at all lol. I'm going to start Vyvanse soon. It's supposed to help. #Red Hood #Jason Todd discourse #fandom discourse CW #asks and answers #anon ask #If you want me to elaborate or be more coherent on anything here then you can try to shoot me an ask with a very specific prompt.

[kitashousewife]

evening stroll

an: this is the last fic for my summer holiday event!! i was so excited to write this one!! i hope everyone enjoyed this event, i had a lot of fun doing it :)

pairing: nanami x fem!reader

warnings: slight slight slight angst from a regularly stressed nanami, pet names (mrs. nanami, sweetheart, darling, doll), lowercase intentional, straight fluff, this may 100% be self indulgent bye

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nanami is pretty sure that any activity that doesn't involve you isn't worth his time. but, maybe that's just the stress talking.

he's not too sure, though.

it's been a pretty average day for nanami. he parked in his usual spot in front of the school, strode up the same route to the buildings, and set his belongings on his desk in the exact same spot. he taught a couple classes for the first years since gojo is out of town, supervised training, and even gave some pointers. he left right at 5 o'clock, which meant he worked a perfect 8 hours today.

the drive home was traffic-free, allowing nanami the time to be with his thoughts. today was fine, sure, but it would have been better if he just stayed home.

you've been on your summer break from teaching at jujutsu high. being the smart one in your relationship, you opted to spend the summer break at home. nanami was offered the same thing, but he turned it down. today is one of those days that he regrets that decision. being the only person to consistently teach throughout the summer, he wishes he never said yes. gojo decided to teach half of the summer, declaring i need to be there for the kids, nanamin! principal yaga took a few weeks off. hell, even shoko decided to go out of town a few times.

pulling into the driveway of your shared home, nanami lets out a sigh. relief? exhaustion? he isn't quite sure.

he walks through the door and can't help the wide smile that stretches across his face. toeing off his shoes and walking inside, he chuckles quietly as he takes in the view.

there you are, laying on your stomach in the living room. book in one hand, your shared cat being pet with the other. the soft sounds of the record you put on float through the room. the rug the two of you are laying on coated in sunlight, which nanami can only assume is the reason the cat decided to join you. his fingers wrap around the knot of his tie, pulling slightly in an attempt to loosen it. the worn leather of his briefcase hitting the countertop catches your attention.

snapping out of your trance, you stretch much like the cat next to you before sitting up.

"hello, handsome." you smile, slowly standing up to walk over to your husband.

"hello darling. did you have a good day today?" the tie once around his neck now joins his briefcase on the counter. you wrap your arms around his torso, pressing your face into his chest. he chuckles at that. "miss me?"

"of course i missed you kento," you mumble into the fabric of his dress shirt. pulling away, you look up at him and smile. "but, to answer your question, my day was good."

he kisses your head before heading into your shared bedroom to change. "yeah? tell me about it while i change." you trail behind him, your cat losing interest quickly and heading back to his spot on the rug. propping yourself up on the bed while nanami changes into something more comfortable, you begin.

"well, i went to the farmers market for a couple things, i cleaned up a little bit," nanami hums. "i noticed that you did that, thank you very much." you nod. "of course kento. other than that, i didn't do too much. how was your day?"

he emerges from the closet dressed much more casually. the loose t-shirt moves against his body while the buttons his pants. "it was fine," he sighs, motioning for you to follow him back out to the kitchen. you oblige.

"just fine?" nodding, nanami reaches for a glass out of the cupboard. knowing what he wants, you surprise him by pulling a pitcher of lemonade you made out of the fridge. he smiles and shakes his head. you blush. "someone couldn't resist the lemons at the market, huh?" you pour him a glass, not without pushing him playfully. "she's the nicest old lady, kento! you know i can't say no to her."

"how many did you get?"

"that's not important."

"more or less than 5?"

"more," you mumble into your own glass, hoping he doesn't hear you. he laughs, and you roll your eyes in fake annoyance. "we aren't talking about me right now! now, tell me why your day was so fine," you walk over to where he is leaning against the kitchen island.

"well, there isn't anything very exciting about teaching, especially during summertime," he states. you roll your eyes for real this time, looking out the kitchen window.

"you've been cooped up most of the day, how about we go for a walk!" you turn to face him, and he quirks an eyebrow over his drinking glass. finishing the rest of his lemonade, he sets it down in the sink.

"this wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that you like to snoop around the neighborhood, would it?" nanami asks, putting on his shoes despite his comment.

"i am not nosy, kento." you huff, slipping on your own shoes.

he is right, though. the two of you have lived in the cutest neighborhood for almost a year. throughout the seasons, you have watched the trees change, the gardens grow, and the children in the neighborhood grow as well. it isn't your fault that everything is so nice to look at, plus everyone is so outgoing.

shutting the door behind the two of you, nanami grabs your hand in his, fingers intertwined. despite the sun's slow descent, the air is still hot. even though he acts annoyed, nanami loves this neighborhood too. he would never admit it, but his favorite house is the one on the corner. they always have the prettiest flowers and the woman that lives there makes the best banana bread.

"kento, what if i told you i had a surprise for you?" you ask as you turn the corner, waving at one of your neighbors who is out watering their lawn.

"i wouldn't believe you. i always know everything that is going on, plus you aren't the best at keeping secrets."

you poke his side playfully. "you're wrong," you singsong back to him. stopping while you admire the beautiful flowers your neighbor has grown, nanami furrows his brow.

"impossible."

you giggle, grabbing his hand again while you continue walking. "what if i told you that i convinced yaga to give you the next two weeks off?" nanami stops walking

"i wouldn't believe you."

you knew this would happen. "believe it, kento. your wife is quite the negotiator," you beam, pointing to yourself.

he chuckles. "that i did know." you scoff. "but seriously, how?"

"while you were at work, yaga called me and asked if I would be willing to sub for gojo in a couple weeks, just for a couple days. i told him i would," you trail off, eyeing the free bouquet sign written in crayon on the porch of one of the neighborhood houses. you walk up and look small jars. "i told him that i would with one exception." you take your pick, a small jar filled with dandelions and rose. walking back to where kento stands at the edge of the driveway, grab his hand once more and begin your walk home.

"and what would that exception be?" nanami grabs the jar out of your hand, deciding that he will carry it for you the rest of the way home. you kick a pebble off of the sidewalk.

"well, i told him i would only come in if you got two weeks off of work. yaga told me he was okay with it, but i had to check with gojo since he would be the only one in town at that time," nanami knows exactly where this is going.

"what did gojo make you agree to?" he sighs, putting on a quick smile to wave at a couple riding past the two of you on their bikes.

you smirk up at him, and you can see the worry in his eyes. "nothing terrible," you say, earning a look from your husband. "but gojo will be joining us for dinner for a week.”

nanami groans and you laugh. “but, starting today you are on vacation, thanks to your lovely wife.”

the two of you return home, kicking off your shoes at the door. reaching down to pet the cat, he looks up at you.

“you seriously got me time off?“ you nod.

it feels like 400 pounds just left his shoulders. he can’t stop the smile that comes, head filled with possibilities for the next two weeks.

nanami stands up and pulls you close. grabbing your face in his warm hands, he places a soft kiss on your lips.

“thank you, doll. you have no idea how much this means to me.” you grin and lean into his hand.

“anything for you, kento. you’re too polite sometimes, agreeing to work the entire summer. you deserve a nice break,”

he kisses you again, this time he picks you up bridal style and walks you to the kitchen, setting you on top of the counters while you laugh.

“how about i make us some dinner to celebrate, mrs. nanami?”

“i would love nothing more.”

#kento nanami #nanami x reader #nanami fluff #nanami x reader fluff #nanami kento x reader #jjk fluff #nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen fluff #nanami imagine #nanami oneshot

[danpuff-ao3]

If there's anything I love, it's -- well, Snarry. But I'm also very fond of holiday fics! Which is why I've written so many of them!

There is a sort of magic during the holiday season. The music. The food. The movies that are so bad they're actually kinda good. It's the cold weather and the hot chocolate. It's the excuse to cuddle up and be at peace.

It's the winding down of another year. It's coming together with family and friends. It's an excuse to celebrate and have fun, whatever your beliefs are.

Most of all, it's the infectious cheer. The whimsy, the fairytales. The comfort and joy. Singing and dancing. Gift giving. Baking. The decorating. It's being joyful, and sharing that joy.

And so...holiday stories. A lot of fluff. A lot of romance and family. A smidge of angst (because I can't quite help myself.) And, most of all, all are pure self-indulgence on my part. It's just me, leaning into my love of the holidays, and hoping part of that festivity touches someone else.

Happy Christmas, Potters

Snarry. Rated T. 2k. Fluff. Mpreg.

Harry, Severus, and their daughter visit friends and family on Christmas Day.

The Perfect Tree

Perceville. Rated T. 9k. Fluff. Romance. Background Snarry.

Percy is looking for the Christmas tree. Neville helps him find it.

The Christmas Prince

Snarry. Rated T. 13k. Fluff. Romance. (If you read any of them, read this one!!)

Harry and Snape are (kind of) set up on a blind date. Romance and chaos ensues.

Holidate

Ginsy. Dron. Rated T. 11k. Humor. Fluff. Fake relationships. Breaking up & making up.

Draco and Ginny aren't ready to come out, so they decide to "date" for the holiday.

The Pink Prank

Molly POV. Draco-centric. Rated G. 900. Background relationships. Family fluff.

Molly knits Draco a sweater for Christmas. It almost doesn’t go well.

Boxes & Baubles

Snape-centric. Snegulus. Snarry. Rated T. 2k. Angst & fluff. Podfic available.

Christmas trees over the first four (and a half) decades of Severus’ life.

Prankmas Eve

Fred & George POV. Rated G. 1k. Humor. Family fluff.

On Christmas Eve, Fred and George plan a prank. It doesn’t quite work out.

Companion piece to The Pink Prank.

The Green Dress

Jegulus. Jily. Rated E. 1k. Crossdressing. Secret relationship. Angst.

Christmas is no time for sulking over lost love. Not when there is new love in a pretty green dress.

White Lies & Silver Bells

Snarry. Rated E. 2k. Hoggywartyxmas 2022. Secret relationship. Fluff & angst & smut. Foot fetish. Bottom!Snape. Demisexual!Harry.

Minerva is angry. Harry is smitten. Severus is afraid. Just another Christmas at Hogwarts!

#danpuff fics #self rec #holiday fics #christmas fics #snarry #snegulus #jegulus #perceville #dron #ginsy

[ifonlyitwasmidnight]

Not really a request, but more like a question. Do you have any Tokyo revengers oc? I post my oc, but I’m kind nervous what will other people think of her and I’m worried I may have made her too boring. I also have other Tokyo Revengers oc, but I been struggling to find a look that will match her personality any advice?

Hey!

I do have an OC for Tokyo Revengers! She's a single mom who bumps into the Toman boys, and they bring her into the fold. She's a newer one, and I'm slowly building her backstory and look. My OC fics tend to be quite long, so I don't know if they are traditionally Tumblr-fed, but I hope to share her someday.

Personally, I love OCs, and I love reading other people's OCs. Fanfic, at its core, is purely self-indulgent, and creating OCs is the perfect way to engage in those thoughts and wants as you explore your way to find your escape, feelings, or unbridled love for the media you are creating the OC for.

The stigma around OCs is hard to overcome, especially since they tend to be so much closer to your heart than just a reader insert or y/n fic. But your writing is for you.

The best advice I have ever received in the industry is this: Your writing is not boring. You know the story's outcome and where it's going, so it can seem boring and predictable to you because you know what will happen.

That being said, your writing isn't boring. But! It is also okay if it is "boring." Boring doesn't equate to "ugh, this is so boring," like we would say when we are understimulated. Sometimes it isn't a traditionally climactic part in the story, it's set up/backstory, or it's a downtime in the second half of the story arc before the reveal. Slow parts are necessary to writing to give you and your readers a moment to breathe away from the action and recenter with the characters. I know you asked about boring characters, but the thought of boring characters fits in with a boring story.

As far as a boring character, you can always sit down and have what I like to call "coffee chats" with her. Figure out what she loves. What's her ideal date. How does she respond to a stressful situation? What's her dress style, favorite food, and favorite movie. To make dynamic characters, you have to know them like the back of your hand. Is she frugal, or does she spend money when she gets her hands on it? It's like going on a 1st, 2nd, and 3rd date with your OC, where you ask every question under the sun to try and get to know her. There are a lot of really great prompts out there where you can fill out character sheets that will help you get to know them. When you think your character is boring, it's probably because your brain has a question about them that you still need to figure out.

It can be shocking what you find out about your characters when you sit down and really think about the nuances and ticks. It brings you much closer to them, and you don't wind up with a character that feels discombobulated where you have to stop and think just how she would react to a situation she's found herself in.

Finding a type match can also be a journey. With my OCs, I tend to think, "what kind of person would I want to surround myself with" and work from there. I've pulled from many influences before to create characters. Sometimes they just appear in my head as "single mom, overworked, looking for an escape, found family," and then I build from there. To be honest with you, I've written myself into an OC before and ran with it because, at the time, my soul needed it to heal. Again, character sheets will work wonders here. You start small and work up from there. Sometimes when you figure out their personalities, their physical looks will come to you because you will find out what matches them based on that.

We write what we know.

And that's okay.

Sorry, this turned out to be so long. Writing at its center is my passion and, ultimately, my job, so I tend to be long-winded.

P.S. I saw the post of your OC, and she is gorgeous. I can't wait to meet her.

[udaberriwrites]

Annie! I'm baaaack! For this third ask...

Tell me about Hades - specifically, Hades, Dusa, and Persephone!

Dusa

1: sexuality headcanon

She's canonically ace, which was great! I headcanon her as heteroromantic as well :D

2: otp

My girl is in a QPR with Zagreus and living her best life 😎

3: brotp

With Megaera! As I said before their friendship make sense to me. Meg's direct approach and self-confidence would likely register as safe for Dusa, especially because she'd know that Meg doesn't suffer fools lightly, so if she chooses to hang out it's because Dusa is worth it.

4: notp

I don't outright hate any ship, but there are none that call me either -- see 2.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

She has a little cubicle up in the rafters where no one else can find her if she needs a few minutes to herself. It is lovingly decorated and very cozy.

6: favorite line from this character

"Friends, for all eternity."

7: one way in which I relate to this character

How adamant she is about earning what she has when it comes to her work; her dedication is admirable.

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

Being unable to hold a long conversation with Zagreus without fleeing... I just wanna give you nectar and be your friend T-T

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

Cinammon Roll in Chief at the House of Hades, it says so in the administrative chambers somewhere.

Hades

1: sexuality headcanon

I jus can't see any of the Greek gods as portrayed in Hades caring all that much about gender and sexuality as mortals understand it.

2: otp

Probably a romantic relationship with Persephone and a QPR with Nyx. But Hades/Nyx/Persephone is great, as is Nyx/Persephone with Hades as their supportive bff.

3: brotp

With Charon, on account of him being the only deity that isn't constantly trying his patience. Also, with Cerberus, because he's the bestest boy.

4: notp

Zagreus and Melinoë. I know,Greek myth didn't shy away from that at all, but the game makes a point of having Zagreus not be his own uncle AND great-uncle so... let's keep it that way xD

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

He keeps snacks on one of the drawers on his desk and waits until no one is looking to indulge. It is the worst kept secret in the house (Hypnos regularly pilfers some whenever Hades leaves)

6: favorite line from this character

"Be still. These waters... teeming with Poseidon's river denizens. That one there, before me... it's been taunting me, I think, for quite some time." <-- Inner dork alert

7: one way in which I relate to this character

Going in to work is hard sometimes xD

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

Him losing repeteadly to his son... until you unlock Extremer Measures 😵

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

Probably more problematic fave than cinammon roll. He's not winning any "Father of the eon" awards,that's for certain.

Persephone

1: sexuality headcanon

Same as Hades, gender is very much not a factor when it comes to attraction (she still enjoys peeking at Achilles' pectorals from the corner of her eye, she isn't blind, thank you very much)

2: otp

Same as before, any Hades/Nyx/Persephone combination is awesome.

3: brotp

With Nyx and/or Hades if not romantic. Also, with Hypnos, because the house can really use someone who's able to lift everyone's spirits and she finds him funny.

4: notp

Again, with Zagreus or Melinoë, they are her kids after all.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

Skelly was Demeter's lover and thus her father. After dying, he made a pact so he could keep watch over his godly family.

6: favorite line from this character

"My heart soars, knowing you live. Then it breaks, that our time together was so brief." ☹️

7: one way in which I relate to this character

She's getting the whole family back together or so help her--!

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

Did she and Zagreus talk or just stare at each other in awestruck silence for literal hours in some of those cutscenes??

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

Has people fooled into believing she's the cinammon roll of the triad. She raises more hell than the other two combined.

#ask game #hades game #dusa hades #persephone #headcanon #otp headcanons #thanks for the ask!