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kitten4sannie · 6 months

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𝔯𝔲𝔫, 𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔦𝔱, 𝔯𝔲𝔫

“What do I win?” His voice was just barely above a whisper. “What will you give me, bunny?”

pairing: wolf hybrid! san x bunny hybrid! fem reader

genre: hybrid/omegaverse, smut

summary: your boyfriend’s rut has (un)fortunate timing.

w.c: 3.7k

“All of me, silly boy. Everything.”

warnings: hard dom! san (wolf sannie is so mean ><), sub! reader, possessiveness, pet names (sweetheart, bun, bunny, baby, etc), name calling, daddy kink, san has a massive cock btw, degradation/praise, filthy dialogue (i went wilddd), cnc, primal play (ofc), subspace, face-fucking, brief breath play, manhandling, brief blood drinking, biting/marking, face/pussy slapping, size kink, bulge kink, impreg kink, breeding kink, knotting, multiple positions, creampies, cockwarming, dumbification

a/n: this is a major brain rot moment bc goddamn i just wanna be a little bunny that gets eaten up by big bad wolf sannie yk? ughh esp considering san went full alpha wolf mode in that warriors dance performance vid ksksjd. anywayy thank you to “here me out” anon for sending me that primal play ask — i’m sorry it took me ages to post but this is for you bb <3 okay lovelies: put on some mood music, get all comfy in your beds, and enjoy the ride 🖤

song recs: predator by anomy5 (ty haruuu @stardragongalaxy <3), destroy me by mr. kitty, mascara by deftones

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You climbed out of the passengerside of your boyfriend’s truck, taking a deep inhale of the fresh air around you, studying your serene surroundings. There were countless pine trees beyond the clearing you were standing in, going on for miles and miles, swallowing up the land around you. It was the perfect place to have a nice, quiet picnic with the love of your life.

“Oh, bunny,” San called out in a sing-song tone, only the tips of his fluffy black ears sticking up past the top of his truck before he walked around the back and over to you, holding a thick pleated blanket and a picnic basket in his arms. He tilted his head, one of his ears rotating slightly in response to a flock of birds that flew past the red-orange sky above the both of you. “Are you ready?”

“Of course I am, pretty boy,” you returned, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to his lips, only for San to let out a small, though obvious growling sound, nipping at your bottom lip, his ears twitching slightly. Holding back a moan, you opened your surprised eyes, your own ears instinctively standing on high alert. “San?”

Your boyfriend’s once furrowed brows relaxed, along with his features, making sure to give you a soft, dimpled smile. His body was beginning to overheat dangerously fast, but he didn’t know if he should inform you yet. He didn’t want to ruin such a nice picnic date. “Yes, baby?”

You blinked your big doe eyes at him. “Are you okay?”

San’s eyes glazed over for a split second, a prick of uneasiness shooting through your body at the sight of it. It was instinctual fear, reminding you of the way things would be if you weren’t civilized hybrids — though, it sent something else through you that you weren’t particularly familiar with.

“I’m just peachy, baby,” San reassured, running a hand through his dark locks, giving you a toothy smile. “Now, let’s have our little picnic.” His smile grew wider, pointed shiny fangs glinting in the warm evening light. “I’m starving.”

You couldn’t quite pinpoint what you were feeling, but did you really need to? Not when slick was already leaking out of your cunt and along your inner thighs. Instead of confronting the bubbling situation, you mirrored his smile, showing off your smaller, more rounded set of teeth. “Me too!”

You had shared some fizzy drinks and a small spread of food on your picnic blanket with San, idly chatting about whatever was on your mind, occasionally going into bouts of comfortable silence, your minds unable to stop focusing on the presence of something that couldn’t be ignored. The scent that was radiating off of San was unlike anything you had encountered previously. It was so stifling, so hot, like fire and ember, burning the tip of your tongue and lighting the wick inside your core. Though you hadn’t spoken about it, you were very certain your boyfriend was in–

“Bunny…” he mumbled underneath his breath, his head angled at the ground so that you couldn’t see how flushed his angular cheeks had become, how his eyes were hooded and unfocused, and the drool that was leaving his lips. “Daddy’s not feeling like himself right now.”

Biting your lip, you tilted your head, grabbing onto one of your elongated rabbit ears and stroking it out of habit. “Are…you in a rut, Daddy?” The low growling that San emitted through his clenched teeth gave you all the confirmation you needed. “I don’t mind, you know.”

“Huh..?” San sat up a bit from his hunched position, tilting his head to the side. “You mean that, bun?”

You nodded your head enthusiastically, your ears flopping a bit from your quick movements. Your eager expression softened significantly, looking at San past your long wispy eyelashes, swiping at your lip and making it glisten with your saliva. “Should we play hide and seek, Sannie? Or how about tag? You win if you catch me.” San was leaning in closer to you, just as you followed his lead, your bodies drawn to one another like magnets.

“What do I win?” His voice was just barely above a whisper. “What will you give me, bunny?” His lips were just barely brushing over yours, your combined breaths leaving you a bit dizzy.

You giggled softly, reaching up to caress his cheek. “All of me, silly boy.” Your fingers drifted along his sharp jaw and into his hair, your gaze lowering to his lips. “My body.” You left a small kiss on his cheek. “My heart.” You held his heated face as your pressed your lips onto his. “Everything.”

Something snapped within San in that moment. He immediately stood up, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace, like he would run out of air at any second. You knew your time with your gentle, loving Sannie was long gone for the time being, and you couldn’t have been happier.

“I’ll give you on the count of three to run, baby.” San lowered his chin and looked down at you past his black bangs, a distant look in his glazed over eyes. They were bright red and glowing, his pupils forming into small slits. “Three…” he began gruffly, one side of his upper lip twitching up slightly to reveal a pointy, white canine.

“Sannie…” you murmured to yourself, standing up from the picnic blanket and taking a few steps back, leaves and sticks crunching underneath your feet.

“Two…” he continued in an eerily soft tone, pulling at the neckline of his t-shirt, sweat starting to become visible on his smooth tan skin. San slowly started to hunch over, his heavy, uneven breaths causing a vaporous fog to form in the air near his drooling mouth.

Knowing how incredibly fast and agile San was, especially when he was in such an animalistic headspace, you found yourself turning around and taking off into the forest in an instant, your heartbeat already beginning to thump inside your ears from how fast you were running.

“One…” San exhaled to himself, reaching up over his head and pulling his shirt off, ripping through it with his sudden influx of strength. He leaned back and stretched, taking in a deep inhale, able to smell the scent of your arousal from where he was standing, despite you already putting a fair amount of distance between the two of you. It brought a delighted smile to his flushed face, his eyes forming crescent moons. “You better run as fast as you can, little rabbit, before the big, bad wolf comes and finds you.”

You didn’t know if it was your instinctual fear as prey kicking in that made you take off running first, or the sweet anticipation of getting taken down by your ravenous boyfriend and truly being put in your place. It didn’t matter, anyhow. You knew that once he got his hands on you, there was no going back.

Rough pieces of wood and pebbles temporarily embedded themselves in the soft soles of your bare feet as you quickly scampered through the dark woods ahead of you, too busy weaving through nearby pine trees to realize you had lost your shoes somewhere along the way.

You didn’t stop until you found a particular large tree, one that was far older than the rest, covered in moss and layers of aged bark, the roots coming out like tendrils and burying themselves underneath the foliage and dirt. Pressing your back against it and making yourself as small as possible, you pressed your hand over your lace-covered chest, feeling your heart pound against the palm of your hand, not very concerned with the state of your somewhat disheveled dress. Not so distant sounds of howling drifted through the chilly night air and into your soft, slightly tufted ears. They twitched slightly, the heat that was pooling in your core multiplying at the thought of what was to come.

San’s past warnings swept through your spinning mind. “Bunny, I’m not in my right mind during that time period,” he said with a concerned, though undoubtedly hungry look in his eyes, “I…end up wanting you so bad that I probably wouldn’t hesitate to take you in any and every way I want as long as I have you to myself…”

Yet, San was usually so gentle with you, so soft when he made love to you, lightly brushing his calloused hands along your body like you were made of glass, his brown eyes brimming with tears, using his lips to imprint echoes of love into your skin.

More wetness leaked out of you as if on command, the pheromones radiating off of San’s overheated body even from a distance sending your brain straight into breeding mode, reminding you that your gentle Sannie was no longer there. Despite this, you found yourself wanting him. You needed him inside you. Needed him to pump his cum into your womb and make you his over and over again. It would be just like the story books. He’d swallow you up and and leave you knocking at heaven’s door — and you knew one thing for certain. He was going to tear you apart. Your lips curled into a small smile just as a raspy, deep voice broke your concentration.

“Caught you, little bunny,” San proclaimed in an eerily calm manner, his words interrupted by his drawn-out, heavy breaths, his bare chest rising and falling at a much slower, more deliberate pace than before.

“Wh-what? How?” you replied instinctively, digging your fingers into the tree, breaking off bits of bark underneath your tight grasp.

“My silly bunny.” San chuckled, shaking his head, getting closer and closer to you. “I could smell how fucking wet that cunt of yours is from a mile away.” His eyes were focused solely on yours, but it was like he was looking through you, as if he was already inside your mind and body — already marking what was his with his presence alone. “Do you want me to eat you up that badly?”

There were times that San teased you, of course, but was always playful. Innocent, even. This was…something else. He definitely wasn’t playing around this time. You knew for certain. You could see it in his glowing, blood red eyes.

You nodded your head, pressing yourself back into the tree, finding it hard to swallow. You wanted him bad. Needed him.

San took a step towards you, twigs snapping underneath the weight of his heavy feet. “Now, now, sweetheart. You have to use your words for me, okay?” He ran his tongue across his large incisors, titling his head to the side. “You’ll let Daddy have a taste of his cute little bunny, won’t you? Or are you going to make me take what’s mine?”

“Take what’s yours, Daddy, please, until I can’t take it anymore,” you requested, your words and sad, pathetic whining sending San into a deeper, more animalistic headspace, revealing it to you through the quick lunge he made in your direction.

Suddenly, you were forced down onto your knees, San’s large hand pushing your head down until you were eye-level with his crotch. San took your hand and led it below his belt, letting you feel what was trapped inside, his rock-hard cock throbbing against your trembling fingertips. He gave you a small pout, almost making you forget about your position until he spoke. “See what you do to me when you act like a needy fucking slut, little bunny? See how hard you make Daddy?”

“Yeah, I see, Daddy. Your cock’s so hard it probably hurts, huh?” you mused, giggling a bit, your amusement cut short when San took ahold of your floppy bunny ears, gripping them tight enough to make you whimper.

“Y’know, you’re doing a whole lot of talking when you should be choking on my cock instead, bunny,” San informed, popping his belt open and letting his pants pool below his waist, his overtly large length slapping up into his abdomen and leaving a streak of pre-cum across his tan skin. Before you could have a chance to breathe, San jerked your head towards him, sliding his cockhead past your lips and plunging himself down your throat, not taking a second to face-fuck you like the fate of the world depended on it.

Slick, indecent sounds began to erupt from your occupied throat, along with your loud, erratic gagging, as you tried to swallow San’s cock without choking each time he rammed it down your esophagus, your eyes becoming wet with tears.

“Aww, is Daddy’s cock too big for my bunny’s tiny throat? Guess I need to stretch it out,” San sighed, squeezing his fingers around your ears as he fully plunged all ten inches into you, holding you completely still, briefly plugging your nose up with his free hand, just to feel you struggle to breathe, your abundant saliva dripping down his swollen balls. San held you like that until your face grew red, eventually letting go and pulling out all the way to let you take a much-needed breath, just to slap his heavy cock down onto your face, rubbing streaks of his pre-cum into your skin. “Good girl.”

“Thank you, Daddy…” you whispered in a gravely voice, throat wrecked, barely able to see him past your watery eyes, weakly licking up his pre-cum when he rubbed his tip across your lips.

“Open wide.” When you didn’t open your mouth right away, San’s expression darkened, sending a quick, rough smack onto your cheek, growling, “I said, open.” Your lips parted just as a fresh wave of slick dripped down your pussy. With a satisfied grin, San plugged your throat back up, clutching your head on either side, pistoning his hips, quick and rough, reminiscent of a machine going into overdrive. He fucked your face like you were just a hole for him, nothing more, nothing less, and you couldn’t have been more wet. “Ohh, fuck– Oh god, that’s fucking it. Daddy’s gonna knot your slutty throat now, bun. Gonna fill you up with my cum until you drink down every last drop.”

You gurgled on his rapidly moving cock, his knot stretching your throat open until it was there was a visible protrusion in your neck, San’s fingers immediately feeling it up once he locked you in place, his knot bursting, sending ropes of thick, scalding cum down your throat, forcing you to gulp it down until there was no more.

“What a good bunny you are. So obedient when you’re getting used by Daddy like this,” San praised, wiping remnants of spit, tears, and cum from your fucked-out face, giving you a oddly gentle smile, before pushing you to the ground and climbing on top of you.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you murmured, your voice hoarse from taking his cock like you did, so out of it, you didn’t even react when San ripped your thighs open, causing your dress to pool around your waist, your throbbing pussy on display for him.

San began to drool, hyper focused on the sight of your bare cunt glistening with excess slick, a low groan leaving his lips. “What a slutty little bunny you are, not wearing any panties under your cute little dress.” He ran his hand down your abdomen, his nails leaving light red marks on your skin until he got to your center. “You must’ve known Daddy was going into a rut and just saved him some time, didn’t you, my sweet girl?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.” You sniffled, swallowing roughly, still trying to recover from the abuse your throat took.

“Mm, thought so.” Lifting you up by your hips with ease, San forcefully brought your pussy to his face, taking a deep inhale of your arousal, leaving harsh, warm breaths on your clit, making you shudder. “Fuck. It smells like you came already. Is my bunny that much of a cock whore, that she had her eyes rolling back into her skull just from having her face fucked? Hm?”

You gazed up at him from below, gently rubbing your still stinging cheek. “Mmhmm.”

“Good. Get ready to cum again and again for me,” San announced, licking one long stripe up your cunt, from your hole and up past your clit. He swallowed your arousal down, licking at his lips, before lowering your hips down to his level, guiding his cock to your entrance.

Suddenly and without warning, San shoved himself inside you with one powerful thrust, bottoming out in an instant and leaving you with a dizzying feeling, your thighs trembling against his slim waist. “O-oh my god…”

“Don’t worry, you’re gonna be seeing God once I fuck your whore-hole wide open, lovebun,” San cooed into your ear, putting most of his body weight on you so that you were folded in half, giving you no choice but to take his fat cock in your tiny hole, over and over, until you were indeed, seeing God.

You couldn’t remember how long you had been there, being forcibly spread open for your ravenous boyfriend, his teeth latched onto your neck and drawing blood, your legs, like jelly, trembling profusely as they were held up by your flopping ears, your cum-filled pussy stretching open to accommodate yet another one of San’s knots, fresh tears running down your flushed face.

“Awww, are you crying, baby?” San asked into your ear, his deep voice dripping with faux pity, licking your blood off of his incisors. “What are you crying about, huh? Is it because Daddy keeps fucking his cum into your tiny bunny cunt or because of his teeth marks in your neck?”

“B-both!” you cried out, dropping your head back into the foliage beneath you and closing your eyes once San was finished pumping his load into you. “Can’t take it anymore…”

“Oh, yes, you can.” San angled his head down, pursing his lips to send a wad of spit down onto your reddened pussy, immediately slamming his hand down onto your swollen clit. “This cunt belongs to me. No one else. That’s why I’m working so hard to fill you up with my pups, silly bunny.” He smacked your cunt again, harder this time, leaving it stinging, speaking through gritted teeth, “So, I can do with it as I goddamn please. You got it?”

Your nods gave him the go ahead to continue, pulling out to switch positions again, moving your limbs and body to his will until you were on your hands and knees for him, your cum-drenched cotton tail twitching as you took him back inside. "After all this, you still have such a tight fucking cunt, god– you gotta relax for me, bunny, you gotta let me in," San groaned out, looking down to witness the way your hole struggled to stretch around his wide cockhead.

San bred you like the bunny you were, fucking you so viciously, so relentlessly, he broke your mind, just like he was about to do to your bruising body, forcing you into a mind-altering state of bliss.

“It’s so good! Fuck, Daddy, nnnngh–it’s so good!” You began to press your hands down onto your lower abdomen just to feel how prominent the bulge of his slick cock was inside your tummy each time it slammed into your cunt, convinced by the lewd squelching sounds you heard that you were going to have his pups sometime soon. “Your cock’s so heavy inside…it’s gonna break me.”

“Oh, sweetheart, if you break, i’ll just put you back together,” he huffed out, quickly wrapping his thick arms around your abdomen to place his hands over yours, pressing down further, his body flush against your smaller one. “And do it all over again.”

“Fuck–yes–” was all you could verbalize after hearing his heavy handed words, staring down at the ground below past your wet lashes.

He suddenly slowed himself down so you could feel every inch of him inside, the muscles in his abs tightening as he used his core to to simultaneously keep himself steady in his bent-over position and your body fitted against him, his cum-covered cock lodged inside your cunt like it’s missing puzzle piece. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me, baby. That sounds good, huh? The thought of me breaking you?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted, your eyes starting to disappear underneath your heavy eyelids, only them to grow wide as soon as San lifted your body up completely against his, holding you by your neck, drilling his cock into you at a new angle, one that forced to you drop down onto him even heavier due to the basic laws of gravity.

“Good, now take my knot, pretty girl,” San huffed, his fingers slipping into your drooling mouth, holding his other hand securely against your lower abdomen, feeling just how full he had made you with his potent seed, shooting more and more ropes of cum once his knot broke, feeling your arousal leaking down his softening length. “That’s it now, that’s a good bunny…”Your shaking body eventually relaxed against his, melting into him, not able to give anything else.

Sensing this, San pulled out and turned you around to face him, pulling you into his lap and back down onto his cock, not to fuck you again, knowing you would actually fall apart if you did, but just to warm him and keep his seed inside so that you would be nice and full for him in the coming months. “My sweet girl, you did so well for me. So, so well,” he murmured softly, pressing kiss after kiss onto your face and lips, gently massaging your bunny ears. “How do you feel, baby?”

Smiling tiredly and ready for a long nap, you wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a long kiss back, before resting your head on his sweaty shoulder.

“Full.”

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By the rocks!

pairing: luke castellan x aphrodite’s!daughter reader

summary: Luke knows that you sneak around at night to go to the lake, and he decides to play around by ‘coincidentally’ bumping into you, hoping to grab your attention.

warning/s: fluff, luke sortve dark, suggestive, a few (more than a few) kisses, lots of teasing, strong language, semi-public making out and shi, soft!reader, soft!luke, friends to lovers, implications of sex, sexual tension

authors note: please tell me people are still hung up on luke, cause i am holding onto him. endings quite abrupt so don’t attack me !! (btw reqs are open, don’t be shy<3)

Rays of moonlight kissed the lake, ripples cascading onto the rocks, tall, bodies of grass surrounding your figure, and your hand limp in the water.

Evenings were always peaceful for you, no distractions, no loud, whiny voices, just a serene environment.

As the night passed you expected no interruptions - as always - but you heard leaves rustled behind you, your eyebrows narrowed with curiosity as you turned your head around.

Luke Castellan. Someone you were familiar with, dusting himself off. “Castellan?” Your tranquil voice asked as he neared you, “shouldn’t you be in your cabin?” You added with genuine confusion.

“Shouldn’t you?” He replied in a witty manner. You smiled at him, and he swore he saw an angel in your grin but it was just his amazing visualisation.

“Ptf, I’m always here, don’t worry about me” you said as you dropped your head back to the sight of the ocean, leaning one side of your face on your knee. “I should come here more often then” he shrugged, sitting down on a patch of soft grass.

“I wouldn’t mind that” you stated, your voice soft and soothing to his ears.

His cheeks reacted immediately, and he was astound by the fact that he was a mess around you but a well disciplined guy in front of others.

“Why are you here” he was here for you - duh - but he was also here to bring himself at ease, the stressful day that was brought upon him absolutely destroyed his mindset.

“Rough day, one of the fuckfaces— I mean ares kids nicked me” he sighed lightly before he noticed your eyes drop down to the scar on his forearm. Your nimble fingers ran across his stitches, “are you okay?” Concern present in your demeanour.

“Mhm” he hummed, staring at you longingly. “You sure? your stich is really…” You moved close absentmindedly, scrutinising his cut before looking up at him, realising the proximity between your faces.

You felt frozen, he felt frozen. None of you’s were speaking, he was only inching closer till his top lip grazed yours.

Finally, with lots of anticipation, you closed the gap, grabbing his cheek with your palm. He let his hands travel to your waist, squeezing it ever so softly.

“Luke…” your voice breathless as he gently pushed you down to the grass.

Your fingers left his face, going down to the hem of his shirt and under to get a feel of his toned abdomen. A quiet groan left his mouth as he reciprocated the action, going down to lift your camp shirt off. You helped him by pulling it over your head and reconnecting your lips.

Somehow you felt comfortable: relaxed under his presence, so you unclamped the two pieces of metal of your bra, slowly sliding it off. Luke was mesmerised, in-fact he was intoxicated.

“So beautiful” his breath fanning your neck, “soo, soo, beautiful” Luke trailed back up to your mouth before placing a hand on one of your breast. Your breathed hitched as you continued to indulged in his lips.

“Take this off” you ordered, stretching the hem of his shirt as he took it off. A smile poked at your lips when you finally saw him exposed, you explored his chest, your fingers going up and down over every bump. “Are you done?” Before you could even let out an answer he stuffed his mouth back to yours, making you laugh.

#luke castellan fluff #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan smut #luke castellan #pjo x reader #pjo series

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generalsmemories · 10 months

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[ Request ] It's a rainy day out.. what do Jing yuan & the reader usually do in this weather?

This could be HCs or a drabble ( Please make it the fluff genre )

Thank you! :) ( LOVE YOUR JING YUAN LAYOUT BTW )

the pitter patter of the rain

✧ jing yuan x gn!reader

✧ synopsis: under the gentle sound of rain there's only you and jing yuan... along with mimi of course.

✧ content: established relationship & fluff

✧ a/n: guess who absolutely lost it upon hearing this man speak in the special program for 1.2? yes. it was me. so here we are. i bring forth a gentle fluffy piece today. and EEE THANK YOU! THE HEADER ONLY TOOK ME LIKE 20 MINUTES BUT IM GLAD IT'S TO YOUR LIKING ANON !!!

Jing Yuan loved when the weather in Xianzhou were set to become rainy throughout the entire day. It would mean a certain set of events were more than certainly bound to happen.

He would be able to avoid being at the Divine of Foresight and doing paperwork with easy accesibility for everyone else to come and find him, because no one likes to travel back and forth in the rain.

He could stay home when he negotiaties the terms with both Qingzu and the other commissioners on a set amount of papers he has to look through to further advance the Xianzhou.

He would have your undivided attention (if he manages to shoo both Yanqing and Mimi away) because you too, liked to stay inside when it rained.

And as he expected, the first and second point came to pass without any trouble, but as he slid the door open announcing that he was home, he was met with silence. He was sure that the rain wouldn't stop Yanqing from traveling to the training grounds and continuing to swing his sword, to which was proven true when he noticed that Yanqings' shoes were missing from the entryway. As Jing Yuan ventured further inside the house, he was able to hear the gentle breeze rustle through the curtains, the wind chimes loudly ringing from the added wind from the pouring rain.

And outside laying on the wooden floor of the veranda while gazing out towards the koi pond in the garden were you. You were just out of reach from the splattering raindrops to hit you, but close enough to hear the rain hit the rocks, roof and pond. You were also clearly awake, Jing Yuan could tell by the hand that is threading through Mimi's mane whose head was resting on top of your stomach, while the upper body was covering your lower half like a blanket.

Truly a serene view, but his third point had yet come to pass because you hadn't even greeted him home.

Which meant that your attention was solely on Mimi and the splattering of rain hitting the ground or pond in front of you. But not him.

So with a small chuckle he made his way over to you, "It's quite saddening to be met with silence when I announce my early return home, you know?" Jing Yuan tells you when he's within earshot, you merely turn your gaze away from the pond to stare at him, eyes crinkling as you give him a smile, "Welcome home, Jing Yuan," you say with a grin, "Although I knew you would come home early."

He knew you were already aware of the fact he would return early, so Jing Yuan doesn't comment any further besides setting down the scrolls he took home to read through beside your head. And as if on instinct, you crane your head up from the ground so Jing Yuan's legs can settle on the spot instead. The general merely places a hand beneath your head to ease the strain on your neck while he finds a comfortable position on the ground before he gently places your head back on his thigh. You hum in affirmation, shuffling a tiny bit to get comfortable.

Mimi lets out a growl at your sudden movements, and you stop moving around while letting out a laugh, ruffling her mane quickly before squishing the cheeks together and making the lion look at you, "Sorry Mimi ~ Did I disturb your nap?" you coo softly, Jing Yuan letting out a snort at the use of baby voice. He uses one hand to open up the scrolls besides him while his other hand is busy twirling your bunched up hair by his thigh through various loops around his fingers, "Mimi may have gotten her nap interrupted, but Jing Yuan is lonely," he coos absentmindely, attention still on the scrolls which makes you let out a laugh.

Letting Mimi's head fall back down onto your stomach, you direct your attention back up at the general, who looks away from the contents of the scroll beside him to cock his head to the side, his usual grin still painting his lips. Your arm reaches up to him, to which Jing Yuan is quick to bend his head so that you can pat his head and thread your fingers through his hair, brushing away the bangs that cover his other eye to get a proper look at him.

"Why is our general acting so cute today, hmm?" you wonder out loud, Jing Yuan freeing his fingers from your hair to cup your cheek, thumb caressing your skin softly, you merely turn your head a bit to kiss the inside of his palm, "Because the general hasn't gotten his words of affirmation for his hard work today," he jokes back.

And as Jing Yuan watches your body shake with constrained laughter, his gaze softens. Breathing in the humid air from the rain that's starting to pour down hard - such serene moments with you could truly only be obtainable by the amount of work he has done over the years to keep Xianzhou peaceful.

As mundane as it is, he's somewhat glad that he's put himself in such a mundane routine for the sakes of moments like these.

"There, there, our cute general has done so well today," you praise, ruffling his hair, "What does he want for a reward for his good work, hmm?" you joke, to which Jing Yuan playfully rolls his eyes, only moving his thigh a bit as a signal to make you arch your neck up so he can lean down further and connect your lips.

He truly loved the rainy days onboard the Xianzhou.

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aaronhotchswife · 5 months

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THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL

Drew Starkey x Female Reader

Chapter 1

Warnings : alcohol, panick attack, angst, want to give the reader a hug, smut, loss of virginity

Chapter 2

"If two people are meant to be together, they will eventually find their way back into each other's arms, no matter what."

Drew's point of view

I look at her, sleeping on my shoulder. She looks so peaceful, her breathing is serene. I look at her lips, that even if I kissed them a lot for the sake of the show, I wonder how they would taste if it was for real. I had agreed to watch Tangled with her since I know it's her favourite movie. For the year she lived with me, she asked me to watch it with her. She was always watching it alone but I finally succumbed to watching it tonight.

She moves slightly, causing me to hold my breath.

'"Hi," she says, repositioning herself on the couch. "Sorry about that," she glances to my shoulder.

"Hey, don't worry," I speak softly, my gaze went back to the movie, a lantern scene playing.

"I woke up just in time for my favourite scene"

"This is your favourite scene ?" I chuckle, incredulous.

"Yeah ! It's so romantic. The ways he looks at her and the song, it's cute."

"It is," I say, looking over her.

We finished the night both laying on the couch, showing each other tiktoks and funny Instagram reels. It was nice to just hang out, like roommates and friends, even if in my head, I always had that little thing, where she might likes me back.

Y/N's point of view

I come back from the grocery store, rubbing my hands together from the cold outside before setting the grocery bags on the counter.

"Drew ?" I spoke loudly, waiting for him to answer me. "Are you home?"

Without getting any answers, I emptied the grocery bags before laying on the couch, a cooking TV show playing in the background.

***

To : Cut the camera

Mads : the guys chose the bar for tonight. They say it's a pub kind of place

Y/N : girlsss idk what to wear

Lacia : you should wear your blue jeans with your black silk top 🥵

Mads : I AGREE

Mads : btw Odessa's gonna be there tonight

Y/N : that must be why Drew isn't home

Y/N : i already didn't feel like going now it's worse 🙃

Madie : c'mon girl, you're gonna have a great time with us!! And it's the last time that we're gonna see each others before everyone leave for Christmas soooo

Since Drew and Odessa were filming a movie together, they were always hanging out. I tried my best not to be jealous of her but it was hard. I felt like she was prettier, skinnier, funnier than me. And Drew seems to find her really interesting. Which was ok. I was just his roommate and his best friend. Just his roommate and his best friend.

***

The pub was crowded just enough. I was sitting next to JD and Lacia, talking about crazy fan theories.

"Oh there he is!" JD exclaim, reaching out his hand to do a handshake with Drew. I felt my hands getting clammy, feeling a bit anxious seeing him with her.

"Hi man, hi Lacia, hi Y/N." Drew said, his eyes scanning the booth.

"Hi guys!" said Odessa.

JD and Lacia said hi at the same time, but I find the straw in my drink a lot more interesting than her. I looked over Drew, making eye contact with him before letting my gaze fall back down to my drink.

Drew's point of view

I saw her, wearing her cute jeans and that black top that embraced her curves.

She looked over me, her eyes filled with something else than usually. Her expression changed the second she saw me. I sat at the booth, next to JD. Even if I wanted to sit next to her, she seemed more absorbed by the straw in her drink that by my presence. Odessa sat next to me, putting her hand on my back, making me stiffen. I saw Y/N's gaze looking over me, before she got up, walking over Madelyn and Chase. I get up, walk over them to say hi to my friends. She is standing next to me, but she is still looking everywhere except where I want her to look. I leaned over her, my hand finding a place on her back.

"You ok ?" I asked.

"Positive."

Her tone is dry and I can't think of any reasons of why she would be like that.

"So you brought Odessa ?" Chase asked, making me come back to reality.

"Yeah, well we're spending a lot of time together these days because of Hellraiser and she's nice and —"

"In that case you should go see her before she starts missing you too much."

I turned back to Y/N, my brows furrowed. The tone is which she said it is harsh, something that would normally not happen with her. She doesn't look at me and instead, before I can answer anything, her eyes find Rudy, Austin and Madison talking next to the bar and just like that, she's gone.

Y/N's point of view

I'm sitting at the booth, listening to Rudy asking Austin a Truth or Dare question. I am here, but I feel as if my head is somewhere else. Somewhere alone with Drew. Somewhere where he is in love with me.

"Drewbear, if you saw me on Tinder, would you swipe right ?"

I can hear Odessa giggling while she's asking her question to Drew. Even if I do not want to hear his answer, I suprise myself raising my head and listening carefully. I can't invent the way his eyes look at me before making their way to Odessa.

"I would."

I feel my heart stop. I know I didn't have the right to be jealous of her. We are just friends, even if sometimes it feels like we are more than that. I try to smile, making it seems like it don't affect me, but the way I see Madelyn look at me, her eyes filled with pity, I feel the tears raising in my eyes. I get up to go order a drink, asking everyone if they wanted a refill. I could hear my voice shaking, trying my best to control myself.

"I'll come with you," Drew says, raising from his seat.

"You don't have to."

"C'mon Y/N/N, you can't bring 5 drinks by yourself," he smiled, following me to the bar.

I ordered the drinks, watching the floor and playing with the rings on my fingers waiting for the drinks to be ready.

Drew's point of view

"Did I do something wrong ?" I spoke softly. I could feel something was wrong and it made me sick in my stomach, thinking that I could've hurt her. "You're acting weird ever since I've arrived."

She stops playing with her rings, lifting her head to watch me.

"You didn't."

"Then why are you acting like that ? Being mean about Odessa, ignoring me ? You're in your little world since the beginning of the night, looking everywhere but at me. C'mon, you know we're best friends and that we say everything to each other."

"Do we ? Do we tell each other everything Drew ?" Her voice was trembling.

The moment was cut by the bartender, handing us the drinks.

"I want to talk about it Y/N." I talk louder, making our way to the booth.

"There is nothing to talk about."

Y/N's point of view

As I sat at the booth, my phone vibrated. I look down to see a text from Madelyn.

'You really should tell him how you feel'

Another vibration.

'He's in love with you. You should see the way he looks at you. He's just trying to make you jealous'

'Yeah right' I write back.

'It's working'

"Y/N, truth or dare ?" Odessa asks.

There's is no way I trust this girl enough for a dare, so I answer truth.

"How many persons did you have sex with ?"

I feel the heat creeping up on my cheeks. Even if being a virgin in my 20's sucked, it was always something I could hide. Except for now because the way she looks at me, I'm pretty sure she realizes what I am.

"Oh oh, are you a virgin ?" She laughed sarcastically.

Everybody at the table is silent. Because even if mostly everyone knew, the tone is which she said it makes everyone feel tense. I feel my breath getting shorter and I start getting dizzy. I can't breathe. I can't feel my heart. I can't even focus on the faces of my friends in front of me. I feel like I'm in high school again, with the mean girls. I feel like I will die. I look at Drew, a pleading look on my face. I want him to do something even if I don't know what. I need air, I need the cold air of December to help me breathe.

Drew's point of view

Everybody is silent, everybody is looking at me. Madelyn gets up, running to the door, yelling Y/N's name. I turn to face Odessa and I know she can see the anger in my eyes.

"What. The. Fuck is your problem ?" I speak loudly, not a care in the world if I'm causing a scene. "You should leave. Now." I tell her before exiting the bar, looking for Y/N.

I find her outside, on her knees. Madelyn is next to her, on her knees as well, rubbing her back. I can hear her crying, her respiration is twitching as she tries to speak.

"I–I–don't want to feel like this anymore. I don't want to feel like I'm not good for anyone," I hear her say between tears. "I–feel like I will die. Why did she do that. Why can't he love me," I see her hyperventilating and I want to say something. To do something. But my feet are stuck on the ground.

"Shh, it's okay. You're okay. You're alive. You're with me. It's okay," I can hear Madelyn comforting her.

"You should go. I think you're the last person she wants to see at the moment," Madison speaks loudly behind me, Lacia following her . Madelyn raises her head, as does Y/N.

"Make him leave Madie, please, make him leave."

I heard her, I look over the girls, tears forming in my eyes. I don't understand anything that is happening right now. I don't understand how my best friend is on the floor have a breakdown because of me.

Y/N's point of view

I run outside, falling to my knees on the ground. I can't breathe. The blood is pounding in my ears. My heart is thudding in my chest.

"Y/N!" I hear Madelyn say, but I don't have the strength to turn back. I need to be alone, I need to breathe.

"Y/N," Madelyn is reaching to me, holding me close to her. My breathing is shaking and I try to control it, to control the tears falling down on my cheeks. I feel humiliated, I feel as if I'm going to die. I don't hear Drew running out the door and I don't see him standing there, his face broken.

"It's okay. It's okay. Breathe with me." Madelyn says, inhaling and exhaling. I try to do the same but my breath gets stuck.

"I–I–don't want to feel like this anymore. I don't want to feel like I'm not good for anyone," I say between tears. "I–I feel like I will die. Why did she do that. Why can't he love me," I rambled, unable to say anything that make sense.

"Shh, it's okay. You're okay. You're alive. You're with me. It's okay."

I don't hear Drew running out the door and I don't see him standing there, his face broken. I only realized he's there when I hear Madison and Lacia telling him to go home.

"Make him leave Madie, please, make him leave," I begged.

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brodieland · 2 months

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Heyy can we get Percy Jackson x fem!Artemis!reader!!

Love your work btw <33

.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 No Boys Allowed !! ´ˎ˗

Percy Jackson x Fem!Artemis!Reader Synopsis: Percy thinks a hunter of Artemis is really cute and doesn't really care about her oath !! Word Count: 1146 A/N: thanks for the request, and omg thank youuu <33

You were a proud hunter of Artemis. You swore off your demigod life and lived in oath to the Greek Olympian Artemis. This meant being immortal and having great physical skill, but also no boys. You were very fine with that. All they'd done in the past was disappoint you so why bother with them.

Artemis had a quest she didn't want to take her hunters on, despite knowing they are exceptionally good at what they do, she didn't like seeing them get hurt. So she left them at camp half blood where they would stay for the time being.

You weren't the biggest fan of this camp, to many boys. They were loud and smelly and you liked to avoid them with the serenity of the woods and hunting. You just ignored them at the archery range. You were one of the top bow users among the hunters, and possibly camp. You never shot anything less than a bullseye. You were enjoying yourself until a boy you've never seen walked by you and was observing your aim.

"You're one of the hunters aren't you?" The strange boy inquired.

"Clearly." You said bluntly, not wanting to indulge in conversation.

"Cool, are you one of the demigod hunters, or are you mortal?" He continued to ask.

"Demigod, and no I don't know who and nor do I care whom it may be." You said while hitting another bullseye.

"Well I'm Percy-"

"The son of Poseidon, you've caused a lot of trouble you know" you said, sparing him barely half a side glance.

"Oh, so you've heard of me" he asked.

"Artemis told us about the times you've showed up in Olympus, always something reckless that somehow worked in your favor" you said while casting a brief glance at the white streak in his hair.

"Hey, this white streak is from taking the weight of the sky away from your precious Artemis" he countered while pointing to his hair.

"Of course I'm aware, and I'm glad you did that for her. Though obviously it was still reckless" you said as you shot your last bullseye and slung your bow around your shoulders. You started to walk off and Percy began to follow you. "Why are you following me?"

"Why are trying to get rid of me?"

"Why do you care?"

"Because I want to know?"

"I am a hunter of Artemis. I don't spend my free time engaging with boys, especially not ones as defiant as you" You said as you continued walking to your cabin.

"Hey I'm not defiant" Percy complained.

"Oh really? Then stop following me!" you smiled sarcastically and continued to walk off.

"No I won't."

"See, defiant."

"Hey I'm just never one to take down from a challenge" Percy informed.

"Oh really" you turned to face him. "What is this challenge that you created on your own in your little head?"

"To get you to talk to me like I more than just some stupid boy" Percy said.

"Yeah, fat chance. Have fun then" you said as you entered the cabin and stood at the doors. Percy began to walk up before you shouted "No boys allowed!" And shut the doors in his face. You laughed as you did so and when you turned around, you saw your fellow sister hunter Thalia sitting at her bunk.

"Who was following you" she quizzed.

"That Poseidon kid, Percy. He's challenging himself to make me see him as more than just some ignorant boy." You said as you rolled your eyes, taking a seat on the bed opposite of Thalia. She just started laughing. "Whats so funny?"

"Your never gonna get rid of him, once he sets him mind to something, forget about getting him to move on" Thalia said as she laid down on her bed.

"Ugh, why me? Why'd he have to pick me, there's so many other hunters he could bother" Thalia sat back up and looked at you like you were an airhead. "What's with that look?"

"He probably just thinks you're cute or something." You groaned loudly as you threw yourself backwards while Thalia laughed. "It'll be so okay, it's not like he doesn't know about our oath anything, plus he's a good friend to have around when you one day let him."

"I won't let him by the way." You got up and laid on your stomach next to Thalia.

"You're so stuck in your ways. Not all men are created to disappoint you."

"Well that's how it's always been you know." Thalia pulled you in for a hug.

"Percy's one you can trust." you both sat there in silence.

"Whatever, I'll think about it."

As days and weeks went on Percy continued to try and get you to drop the wall you've built against men. In your eyes, you didn't understand why he bothered with all this. He mostly just followed you around carrying your things, asking questions about yourself wanting to get to know you. After about three weeks, you finally said something about it.

"You do remember about the oath us hunters take, right?" You asked.

"What do you mean?" Percy returned.

"I've sworn off men, and I don't intended and swearing them back into my life anytime soon" you stated.

"So?"

"So? Whats the point of doing all of this?" you asked, extremely confused.

"I know you've sworn them off. I've seen how you act toward us guys, it's clearly you just don't trust us." Percy said as if it were the most obvious thing ever. "I want to get you to trust again, that crazy amount of doubt you have in guys could get you killed on day, you know?"

You looked to the side away from Percy as you thought but what he's said. You've heard the stories about him, about all the times he's nearly killed himself for the sake of a friend, or even a goddess he's spoken to once or twice.

"Maybe your right, still don't you think what your doing is obsessive, why are you doing this for me" you asked once more.

"Maybe one day this, I don't wall I guess, you've put up to keep me out, you'll finally put it down. You're cooler than you realize." you curved your lips ever so slightly with the compliment.

"Maybe I've been a little excessive, with the whole, well you know" you rambled. "I guess we could be like, friends, if you'd want." You said while looking down, embarrassed.

"Oh my gods I did it. Told you I never pack down from a challenge" Percy gloated and you just chuckled at him.

"yeah yeah congratulations, now hand me my bow" Percy handed you your bow and watched you with your perfect aim.

"You think you could give me lessons?"

"You think you could promise not to poke my eye out?"

"Nevermind."

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kiskisur · 8 months

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Hello! So hm I'd like to request some fluff with Lyney x male/ftm reader👉🏻👈🏻 reader asking Lyney why do he loves them (if ftm reader and you're comfortable with it, because theyre feeling some dysphoria) all of sudden while he's doing some magic tricks, and the magician start being all cute and flirty🫡

ᝰ.ᐟ we fell in love in october.

warnings: male reader, lyney being a cutie patootie :((, reader is referred as [name] and goes by they/them pronouns, slight angst(?)

note: honestly this is so cute!! tysm for the idea! :D atp I was crying over my own story HAHAHA btw I am not french so I do apologize if I made a mistake :( I just used Google Translate huhu. anyways I was born so I decided to do this lolol

Under the moonlit sky, Lyney and [name] found themselves on a tranquil hillside, the soft rustling of leaves and distant chirping of crickets creating a serene atmosphere. They often came here to escape the hustle and bustle of their daily lives, to share quiet moments away from the world.

On this particular evening, Lyney had set up an array of flickering lanterns, their gentle glow painting the surroundings in a warm, inviting light. [name] leaned against a tree, watching as Lyney moved gracefully amidst the lanterns, his movements fluid and mesmerizing.

As the last lantern was lit, Lyney turned to [name], his violet eyes sparkling with excitement. "Tonight, I have a special performance just for you," he announced with a mischievous grin.

[name]'s heart skipped a beat, their curiosity piqued by Lyney's words. They settled onto a cozy blanket spread out on the ground, their eyes fixed on Lyney's every move.

With a flourish of his hand, Lyney conjured a deck of shimmering cards, each one glimmering like stardust. He shuffled them expertly, his fingers dancing across the cards as if they had a life of their own. "You see, [name]," he began, his voice a melodious whisper, "magic isn't just about tricks. It's about creating moments that make your heart race, moments that take you to another world."

As he spoke, he revealed the top card, a queen with a radiant smile. "This queen represents your strength," Lyney continued, his words holding a quiet reverence. "The way you face challenges head-on, never giving up. It's the fire within you that inspires me every day."

With a flick of his wrist, the card transformed into a blooming rose, its petals unfurling to reveal a hidden compartment. From within, Lyney produced a delicate silver necklace, a heart-shaped locket dangling from its chain. He approached [name] with a soft smile, placing the necklace gently in their hands.

"This locket is like the key to my heart," Lyney confessed, his eyes locked onto [name]'s. "Inside, there's a small mirror – a reflection of all the beauty and wonder you bring into my life."

[name]'s fingers traced the contours of the locket, their heart swelling with emotion. It was a gesture so heartfelt, it left them speechless.

But Lyney wasn't done. With another flourish, he waved his hand over the locket, and the necklace began to glow softly, casting a gentle light around them. "And now, [name], it's your turn," he said, his voice a velvety whisper. "Tell me, what's in your heart?"

As [name] met Lyney's gaze, a mix of vulnerability and determination flickered in their eyes. "I... I love you, Lyney," they admitted, their voice steady yet filled with emotion. "But sometimes, I wonder why you would love me."

Lyney's smile never wavered as he knelt beside [name], his hand gently lifting their chin to meet his gaze. "Oh, [name], you are a treasure beyond measure," he replied, his words carrying the weight of his feelings. "I love you for the way you make me laugh, for the kindness that radiates from you. I love the way you see beauty in the simplest things, and the strength you show even when you doubt yourself."

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small crystal orb that shimmered in the lantern light. "This orb represents the bond between us," Lyney explained. "It's as unique and iridescent as your smile, [name]."

With a gentle touch, he placed the orb in [name]'s hand, their fingers brushing against each other. "You ask why I love you?" Lyney murmured, his breath warm against their skin. "It's because you're the magic that fills my world with wonder. Your flaws and insecurities are part of what makes you so beautifully human, and I cherish every part of you."

As [name] looked into Lyney's eyes, they felt a sense of warmth and acceptance they had never experienced before. In that moment, surrounded by the soft glow of lanterns and the twinkle of stars overhead, they understood that love wasn't about being flawless, but about finding someone who saw their true worth.

With a soft smile, Lyney leaned in, his lips brushing against [name]'s in a tender, lingering kiss. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them and the magic of their love.

Their hearts beat in sync, and [name]'s hand instinctively found its way to the back of Lyney's neck, drawing him closer. The kiss deepened, a gentle exploration of emotions they had both held back for so long. It was a kiss that spoke volumes – of affection, desire, and the unspoken promise of a shared future.

As they finally parted, their breaths mingling, Lyney rested his forehead against [name]'s, his violet eyes locking onto theirs. "You are my greatest enchantment," he whispered, his voice a caress against their skin.

ᝰ.ᐟ that's why I love fall <3

#amab reader #genshin impact x male reader #male reader #x male reader #♡ ;; kiskisur !#𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ works ~#lyney x male reader #lyney x reader #genshin lyney #lyney x y/n #lyney #lyney x ftm reader #x ftm reader #x reader #genshin men x reader

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yurislotusgarden · 7 months

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sigma and ranpo w 19? congrats on 100 followers btw !! :D

ʚїɞ Separately! Sigma, Ranpo Edogawa x Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ The event

ʚїɞ word count: 754 (Sigma - 429, Ranpo - 325)

ʚїɞ Tw’s: None! Just pure fluff, pet names are used, reader’s gender is not specified in any way

ʚїɞ Thank you anon <3

It’s a calming feeling for him. Sigma can't help but love the feeling and take in the feeling of your arms around his waist and your head on his back or the back of his neck.

And you know it. That's the reason behind your actions at the moment.

You could tell he was stressed. There has been problem after problem, paperwork after paperwork, and all the new guests that Sigma insists he has to remember stuff about like he does with the other customers.

You decided to help using small gestures. A cup of freshly brewed tea, baking his favorite cookies, some coffee midday, telling him it’s time to sleep, sometimes even dragging him out of the office once the hour gets too late and he thinks he should still stay.

Affection always worked well against the man, you are well aware of that fact, so you decided to use that against him to your advantage.

Sigma was sitting at his desk, the setting sun behind him gave him a serene orange light. You thought it fit him when you saw him in that scene.

You entered his office with the plate in your hands, the door making barely any kind of noise to indicate your arrival, but the bi-colored-haired man, like always, noticed you with no problem.

“Hi, [Name]. What brings you here?”

The smile that appeared upon noticing you, brought a smile to your face. You placed the plate on the edge of the desk.

“Nothing much, cotton. Just wanted to bring you some food.”

“Thank you, Angel”

The slight blush from saying the petname was visible on his cheeks. You love the fact that he still blushes, even if not much, simply because of a petname.

You walked behind him, and he was sure that you were going to look out the window like you tend to do, but he instead felt arms wrap around his waist. He had to get up from his chair as you -now realizing on purpose- left the plate too far to reach if he was to be sitting down.

Sneaky.

As much as he wanted to tell you to let go, as he has work to do, he couldn’t. The feeling of the arms around his waist and the head against his back was, unfortunately for him, relaxing, causing him to lean back slightly, his shoulders letting loose.

A moment of silence passed.

“I-”

“Please, don’t say even a word.”

He doesn’t need to hear that you were right when saying he’s really stressed. He knows you were.

“Please!”

“No.”

“Pretty please! With a cherry on top, sugar! With a cherry on top!”

“No is a no, Ranpo.”

“But why?”

“It’s the middle of the night!”

“And?”

A sigh could be heard throughout the room, a tired one. Ranpo came back much later than usual, Fukuzawa wanted him for something, resulting in him coming back when you were already ready for bed, and to have your very much-deserved sleep.

To your tired self demise (courtesy of your mission that day), Ranpo decided it would be an amazing idea, to literally latch himself onto your back (you’re unsure of how you are capable of carrying him in your current state), before proceeding to keep asking to go to his favorite bakery for the next 10 minutes. The problem? It’s literally 1 in the morning, and said bakery was long closed. Even worse, it’s Sunday, therefore it’s gonna be closed today as well.

You spoke up after a minute of silence.

“Alright, how about this-” you could feel the manchild moving his head at you speaking up “-you will let me sleep.” a huff could be heard behind you. “And I will bake your favorite twice this week in exchange.” it was a good deal. You could say so upon feeling the weight being mostly gone from your back. Ranpo let his legs fall back down, standing behind you, his arms didn’t change much in terms of place, your waist.

A chin was placed on your right shoulder.

“Promise?”

The cheeky grin could be damn heard, you sighed.

“Yes, I promise.”

You indeed ended up baking his favorite twice, one of the 2 times already in that day’s evening.

You knew he knew that this is how it’s gonna end up. You didn’t mind much tho. For sure not when the feeling of his arms around your waist while baking and slapping his hands away from the not yet ready food was a nice feeling.

Notes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

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misscarnivalofcarnage · 6 months

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SFW Alphabet: Cedric Diggory

,,Hey, listen, about the badges. I've asked them not to wear them“

A = Affection

How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?

Cedric is portrayed as a friendly and kind-hearted individual. He‘s loyal, fair and respectful, the epitome of a hufflepuff. Of course he'll be affectionate with you.

His way of showing affection ranges from thoughtful gestures and gifts, to physical contact and verbal affirmations. He may give you small gifts (probably more personal, self made ones rather than something more expensive) and plan special dates for u 2, acknowledging every single detail about you.

Although his schedule is very tight due to school, friends, quidditch, and prefect duties, he'll still manage to fit you into his plans by taking you to practice or sneaking you along while patrolling the hallways during curfew.

Cedric prioritizes the quality time with his s/o. You usually spend it studying together, going for walks or the participating in shared interests.

Moreover does Cedric love PDA. He likes to hold your hand (or wrap his arm around your waist), hug or kiss you on your cheek. Watchers don't bother him, tbh, he likes showing you off.

In more private spots like ur dorms or homes, he also enjoys cuddling. He likes the feeling of having your head on his chest or being the big spoon.

Another thing is that Cedric is an actual good listener. He's able to provide empathic solutions to your problems or offer you a shoulder to cry on when you need it. Moreover, he loves to compliment his partner, expressing his love and affection towards you. Only you, btw.

B = Best Friend

What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?

You've either known each other since you were smol, through classes or Quidditch. You probably happened to get into a conversation, and things started to take their course as they always do.

Cedric has a huge social circle, I legitimately have no idea how you managed to get the title of being his best friend lol

You're probably the only person who knows what pressure he is under. How much the desire to make everyone proud stresses him.

He'll tell you how he feels and returns the gesture by always having an open ear for you. Your secrets are safe with him and he's probably the most reliable person you will ever meet.

On top of that, he takes you to every social event he goes to. In general, you two spend a lot of time together and although I never thought of Cedric as a comedic genius, you two have your inside jokes and laugh quite a lot when you're together.

C = Cuddles

Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?

As I've said before: Yeah, Cedric loves to cuddle. Cuddling gives him a feeling of security and warmth. He appreciates the emotional connection that deepens with his partner and how this closeness enhances the bond they have. It‘s also a way for him to express or receive affection.

However, cuddling is also a suitable stress reducer, as said closeness relaxes him and he finds comfort in it.

Cedric likes to be the big spoon (but wouldn’t have a problem to swap roles from time to time), embracing, leaning in or face-to-face cuddling.

D = Domestic

Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?

Cedric may be the type of person who wants to discover the world, to learn about different countries and their cultures, as well as the magical creatures and other type of magic they bring with them.

In the end, however, it would probably come down to him settling down with his S/O. Despite his extroverted and ambitious nature, I would say that he would rather move to the countryside instead of the city.

He'd enjoy the nature, privacy, serenity & tranquility and close-knitted-community that country living brings.

Concerning living together with Cedric: it's probably the best thing that can happen to you.

Whatever the dynamic of your relationship is, he‘d clean as well as cook.

Even if you split chores, he would always offer to help you with yours even though he already spent the whole day doing his. He even does the tasks that are disgusting. Like the ones nobody wants to do voluntarily, so you don't have to.

When it comes to cooking, Cedric is no different. He likes to cook. Even if he likes it best when you prepare your food together, he also has no problem doing it alone.

It‘s not uncommon to be surprised with dinner or a breakfast in bed.

Furthermore, he likes learning new recipes. Especially if you‘re from another country, he would love to learn about the traditional dishes of your home and try them out.

E = Ending

If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do that?

If it were up to Cedric, your relationship would be a permanent thing. He gives off the vibes of a guy who marries his first girlfriend idk

However, IF he HAS to break up for whatever reason, then in the most respectful way possible.

He would seek the conversation with you alone and explain to you exactly why he is breaking up with you. No, it's not you, it's him. You are wonderful.

Cedric would offer you support after the breakup. Maybe even that you remain friends.

Even if you're no longer together, he still wouldn’t tolerate it if someone treats you badly. His friends would still not be allowed to talk bad about you for good.

F = Fiance(e)

How do they feel about Commitment? How quick would they want to get married?

Cedric likes the concept of marriage. He likes the idea of committing to a person in this way, to have this (legal) connection. And as already mentioned, he'd probably be lucky enough to marry his first love aND IT WOULD WORK OUT.

He would like to get married relatively early, yet not so soon that it's barely legal. His prerequisite for this type of relationship is that you have a stable life. You know like a job and maybe even a house.

Moreover he's the type of boyfriend who wouldn't marry you without your parents' blessing for sure. No. You can kiss goodbye to that. He will not.

G = Gentle

How gentle are they?

Very gentle. No matter what this is about, he's gonna be gentle.

He shows kindness and compassion, prioritizes your well-being and will try to understand your problems with empathy. He’d never yell at you, particularly if you’re not to blame for his anger.

Physically, he likes to hold hands, cuddle or kiss you.

And even if it came to intimacy, he would prefer it to be gentle and slow rather than fast and rough. Even if you ask him to turn up a 🤏🏻, he would feel kinda scared cause' he might hurt you.

H = Hugs

Do they like hugs?

Jesus Christ I should start copy n pasting lolz

Yes, Cedric likes hugs. In fact, he really likes them. And he uses them every chance he gets.

As a greeting, by wrapping his arms around your body from behind and giving you a kiss on the cheek (preferably when you're in a group of people), as emotional support when you're under stress, or just normally when you're together and he holds you close, kissing your forehead.

I = I love you

How long does it take them to say the L-Word?

Although Cedric is an open book about his feelings, he would take his time.

It definitely wouldn't happen before a few dates. He'd let you know that he likes you and why, shoves compliment after compliment up your ass and so on, but he won’t tell you that he loves you until you're his girlfriend.

It would also feel weird for him if you said it to him too soon. Although it would make him happy.

J = Jealousy

How do they get jealous?

He's not the type to get jealous quickly or intensely. He has no problem with you spending time with your friends (including dick-owners) and hugging them to say hello. Where he would probably draw the lines would be with playful flirting or when someone gets too touchy. He wouldn’t direct his jealousy on you, unless you provoked it.

His jealousy doesn't usually manifest itself in anger or resentment, but in discouragement. He would feel insecure and believes that you feel more comfortable and happier with whoever you're """flirting""“ with than with him.

K = Kisses

What‘s their kissing schedule?

Always. A lil peck on the cheek, forehead, tip of the nose, mouth, anytime. No matter in front of whom, when and where.

It's simply his favorite way to show you affection. It's so easy to put his hand on your back and planting a kiss on your cheek. Of all the places mentioned above, his favorite places to kiss you is your cheek/sleeve and your mouth, ofc.

He himself likes to be kissed on the forehead. Or the cheek. Doesn’t really matter to him.

L = Little ones

How are they around kids?

Cedric loves children. And children love him.

He’s very kind and enjoys interacting with them by playing with them, responding to their babble or answering any questions they could possibly have for him. He'd also listen to them and give them advice if they need it.

In general, Cedric is a positive role model considering all his achievements at school.

M = Morning

How will your morning go?

First of all: Cedric is an early riser and has that odd "you get more out of the day" mentality that them odd freaks out there have.

However, if you're the opposite of that, he won't stand in the way of your nature.

Assuming that's the case, he'll lie next to you for a while and hold you in his arms while he watches you sleep. However, if he gets bored of doing so, he will get up and go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

At the latest when it's ready, you'll be woken up. If you're like me and hate eating breakfast, he'll make sure you’ll do anyway.

Then, when you two have finished, he gets ready and starts with what he has planned for the day.

N = Night

How will your night go?

Cedric goes to bed quite early during school days. He finishes all his tasks, gets ready and goes straight to bed. He might chill out a bit with his friends beforehand, but that's it.

During the breaks, when you go home, things can look different:

Either you come back from a party or hanging out with friends. In this case, he'll probably want to go to bed as early as possible, especially if you get home very late.

Or You're home all evening. Maybe you watch a movie or read (idk what your hobbies are, he just joins in) until he wants to sleep at some point when he starts to get tired. This could be around 11pm or 4am.

With either option, he always wants to cuddle in bed. Usually either spooning or your head on his chest. Most of the time you'll stay in that position because he doesn't move much when he sleeps.

O = Open

When will they tell you about themselves?

During the first few dates, he only scratches the surface and tell you the obvious.

Yes, he's a prefect and yeah, he also plays Quidditch. He's hufflepuff’s seeker. Captain even, didn't know that, did ya?

Only later, when you two really know each other and he trusts you, he delves into the matter and reveal how he actually feels about all that. How much the whole social pressure stresses him out and how much he wishes to make his father proud.

Even though he trusts you and is sure you wouldn't tell anyone or even judge him, he would feel guilty and a little regretful for sharing all that with you.

However, he‘ll find that easier and easier over time, and it would make things much simpler for him if you also shared your concerns.

P = Patient

How patient are they with you?

Cedric values you and your relationship a lot. He'd give you all the time in the world if you needed it.

He demonstrates empathy towards you by at least logically understanding your emotions, perspective and challenges. It's easy for him to put himself in your shoes. He just understands that everyone has their own way n pace.

Additionally is Cedric usually very calm. He can therefore resolve conflicts or disagreements without causing unnecessary escalation. Playing also a major role, Cedric's a hell of a listener, preventing you two from talking past each other and causing misunderstandings.

Q = Quizzes

How much do they remember about you?

Everything. He remembers EVERYTHING. Even those incidental details that are easily overlooked or forgotten.

Cedric is very observant. He watches you very closely (which can feel weird sometimes) and notices every little thing about you. How you smile, how you run your hands through your hair when someone compliments you or how you bite your fingernails when you're nervous.

He also writes cutesy little notes about you when he thinks something is particularly important in order to use the knowledge to make you happy later.

R = Remember

What is their favorite memory about in your relationship?

Cedric is quite the stereotypical first kiss-type of guy. It's just a core memory for him. How it felt to be so close to you, how his heart pounded against his chest and how he could forget all his problems in that moment.

(Feeling quite romantic today ladies & gentlemen 💞💞/J)

Alternatively, your dates on the astronomy tower would also be an option. He enjoyed looking at the stars with you and having deep talk (Yes he’s the guy for that too). The tower is where he learns the most about you and where he feels most comfortable talking about himself.

S = Security

How protective are they of you?

Though Cedric is neither controlling nor very possessive, he makes damn sure you‘re safe.

He doesn't forbid you anything. You can wear what you want, be where you want, with whom you want. Naturally he has his limits too, especially when it comes to the latter. However, he wouldn't forbid any of this, but would at most tell you about his discomfort in a civil manner.

Of course he would intervene if you were in trouble. When it comes to people, he would first try to protect you with words before resorting to other means.

Even if Cedric ain't the type to start a fight, he would in order to help you out. Besides, Cedric has a huge network of social contacts, so there's bound to be something that could be done.

T = Try

How much effort do they put into dates? Special occasions?

Cedric spares literally no effort when it comes to dates.

As already mentioned, he remembers everything about you. What you like and what not. He then bases his decision on that.

On dates, he usually doesn't care much whether his plans are his thing at all, only thing of importance is that you'll enjoy yourself.

The only problem is his tight schedule. However, he still tries to go out with you at least once a week. Preferably at the weekends in Hogsmeade. On dates where money is necessary, he reaches into his own pocket.

U = Ugly

What's a bad habit of theirs?

Perfectionism.

Particularly as his father places an incredible value on him and his achievements, Cedric is under a lot of pressure to get everything perfect. This is reflected in your relationship, as he finds it difficult to accept the idea that he could make mistakes as well. Even hurting you.

V = Vanity

How insecure are they?

Cedric is generally a self-confident person. He knows what he's good at and is not ashamed of his personality or his looks. And he's particularly proud of this breathtaking partner he has.

However, his insecurities manifest itself in situations where he's put under a lot of pressure. Like when faced with difficult tasks or these damn high expectations on his shoulders again, self-doubt and insecurities build up.

W = Whole

Would they feel incomplete without you?

Definitely, you've become a big part of his usual routine after all. You're around all the time and even when you're not, he thinks about you all day long. About your person, plans for your next date and about the future he wants together.

If you were to disappear , you would leave a huge gap that he would never be able to fill again. The thought of that to happen legitimately terrifies him.

X = Xtra

A random headcanon about them?

Cedric's favorite band is the Smiths. His favorite song is: "There Is a Light That Never Goes Out".

Y = Yuck

What are some things they dislike?

Unfairness and dishonesty. Both are values that Cedric represents with his heart and he cannot stand people who don't.

Z = ZZZ

What are some sleeping habits of them?

His sleep routine varies whether he's at Hogwarts or not. Most of the time he tends to go to bed earlier, even when he's at home (unless he's got plans).

Cedric falls asleep very quickly. As soon as he puts his head down on the pillow, he's drifting away. He dreams a lot and can remember his dreams vividly.

In the morning, after usually sleeping through the night, he wakes up early without an alarm and isn't even tired anymore. He doesn't need 5 minutes to wake up, he can get up straight away and start his day.

#Harry Potter #Cedric Diggory #Hogwarts #sfw alphabet #sfw #headcanons #hufflepuff

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BEST YGO GIRL: Round 3, Group D

Match 4

please use this as an opportunity to say why you like a character, not why you don't.

Propaganda under the cut!

Aki Izayoi

An abuse victim who isn't the perfect passive figure but gets to work through her complicated feelings about power, agency, and family. Even with Yusei's help, she is the star of the show when she learns to control her powers and reconciles with her father, it is so fun that a ygo heroine gets to take such an antagonistic role bu not be shamed for her anger

please vote for my main girl, aki izayoi. aki was led to believe she was a monster from a young age by her father, who treated her powers like it made her unworthy of love. as a result, divine was able to swoop in and take advantage of aki's low self esteem. for years, aki believed herself unworthy of love and was molded into a living weapon at the hands of authority figures in her life. she was taken advantage of, and thus when she finally comes face to face with yusei, she refuses to believe he could provide her with unconditional friendship. who would want to be around a monster, after all? aki also nearly beats yusei TWICE in a duel, bringing it down to a single turn difference. she comes toe to toe with him, and it truly is the result of who dueled better. she remains a fierce duelist, btw. the second season, aki gets her duel runner license, and immediately nearly beats the ass of a tournament winning turbo duelist - to the point where once again, a single card is the deciding factor. that's right: she nearly won. if not for a single trap card, aki izayoi would've won. a fierce duelist who was shaped into a loving, caring woman despite years of being beaten down by the world: aki izayoi. vote for her now on your phones.

Shizuka Kawai

Shizuka is obviously very sweet, supportive and positive, but she is also stubborn and brave as hell. There's the obvious ones: Ripped off her post-surgery bandages after being functionally blind in order to jump into deep water to save her brother without a second thought! Perfect win record, won her first ever duel despite having no clue how to play!

But there's a couple really great less obvious character moments as well:

First off, her message to Jounouchi before Duelist Kingdom: It's heavily implied they hadn't spoken in a long time since their parents' divorce. But Shizuka, a very sheltered pre-teen, was the first one to break the silence and reach out to her big brother - even though they were likely deliberately being kept apart by their mother, who seems to believe Jou is a bad influence on his sister. Jou and Shizuka's mom has likely been repeating this narrative to Shizuka growing up, too: "Your brother is no-good just like your dad. Your brother is dangerous. Your brother is a bad influence" etc, etc. But this doesn't stop her from secretly deciding to contact Jou. Shizuka had no idea when reaching out that he'd do something over-the-top like try and win money for her operation. She just wanted to talk to her estranged sibling and update him on her life, including her illness, which was probably really scary for her to talk about.

Second: This kid breaks out of a hospital, still blind and wearing post-surgical bandages after a major operation, to see her brother. She meets all of her brother's friends in one go and immediately is like "Whatever I'll get in your car strange woman, just get me to Katsuya!!" Then after the pier duel she's still so determined to offer what support she can that she gets on the giant aircraft of a well-known local maniac without hesitation. The first things she sees after years of declining eyesight are: her brother nearly drowning, literal gods being summoned, someone she clearly idolizes as a big sister getting Shadow Game'd, Honda getting dropped into a pit of lava, her brother ACTUALLY dying - and she remains kind, cheerful and brave throughout it all.

Third: Despite her clear idolization and respect of Jounouchi, she actually doesn't just thoughtlessly go along with what he says all the time! Several times in the anime, when she feels Jou is being impulsive, stubborn or unkind, she'll call him out on it. A notable example is in Virtual World when Jounouchi suggests they should just leave Kaiba and Mokuba to go off alone. Shizuka firmly tells him "No, that's not the right thing to do," and tries to go off after the Kaibros all by herself. This is really brave as hell, especially seeing as she's evidently prepared to go against ALL of her brother's cool older friends despite being young, a bit naive/inexperienced, and has seen a staggering amount of dangerous things happen to them all up to that point.

Fourth: Virtual World Duel. Yes she has a miniature crisis after seeing her brother's best friend get dropped into lava. But she recovers and wins the duel with a religious-iconography-power-lesbian card. Love that for her.

Fifth: Shizuka is the only character in the entire series to stand in front of Seto Kaiba and say to his face "human lives are more important than card games." And she's not even one of Yuugi's core friend group, who's seen Kaiba at his most vulnerable. From her perspective, this is not only a giant tall scary-looking older guy with the bitchiest resting face this side of the Pacific, he's also one of the most powerful individuals in Domino City (possibly in Japan.) Kaiba is a well-known public figure who Shizuka had previously probably only seen on the news for things like staggering wealth, general lunacy, and patricide. AND YET, she's the one who marches her little self up to him and tells him to land his damn blimp and get Bakura some medical care. (It kind of works, too! Kaiba is difficult and annoying to all of them and implies he doesn't care if Bakura dies, but after Shizuka makes her appeal, only THEN does he admit that KaibaCorp has excellent trained medical staff on board.)

Sixth: Pulls a truly disturbed prank with Mai and then laughs in the face of her brother's devastation. We love a weird kid with an extremely questionable sense of humor. She's definitely fine after all the Horrors(TM) she's witnessed. Probably.

Anyways vote Shizuka she's a fucking great character and the fandom has been SLEEPING on her!!!!

#best ygo girl poll #round 3 #yugioh 5ds #aki izayoi #akiza izinski #yugioh duel monsters #shizuka kawai #serenity wheeler

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So how about a Big county Y/n, Eventually Y/n is bigger than Russia 2x More bigger, they Have everything like everything, strong soldier like US, bigger army like China, and Powerful weapon like Russia, even happiest county like Finland [ btw i search it on google ] Dang like they can take The heck out of everyone, their most land or their whole country , even the yandere , so yandere!US, Yandere!Russia, Yandere!China, olso Yandere!Germany... So how would they react and act.. Eventually i am curious about this

- ⛩️ anon

While I can’t write a complete Mary Sue character (to me that archetype gets boring REAL quick) I think I did get pretty close. Afterall all good characters have some relatable weaknesses. I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for your patience ⛩️ anon!

Yandere! America can go either way.

I can see him wanting to join you or plan out your demise. Depending on how many times you beat his ass in a war and how masochistic he feels like being will determine how he may just show up with a “treaty” that's rigged with a ton of caveats that make him seem that he’s in the position of the upper hand when he isn’t. The man's ego is being crushed right now, so go easy on him lol.

You absolutely get on him about some of the issues that he needs to handle, like health care and the quality of life for his citizens. Bro is definitely gritting his teeth and barring it but deep down he kinda just wants to be smoothed in hugs by you. Have you live with him and he lead but for now he can’t really think of a feasible way to do that.

He’ll actually become depressed that he isn’t number 1 in the world and will not show up for awhile. But trust me he’s been obsessively watching every video, news report, magazine cover, etc of you and your many successes. He’s even gone so far as to have some of his FBI agents go to your nation to see if it’s really as serene as the articles and stories make it to be and when they come back to confirm it. It makes him all the more depressed. Eventually, though he’ll come to the conclusion that the two of you should be married so that he can still seem like he’s the one on top. After all he has no intentions of allowing other superpowers like China or Russia to have you first. So the extent that after a few months of him being in a deep depressive haze. He’ll regain that vigor 100% concentrated on having you to himself. That also does mean that he’d go into some crazy war for you in a heated attempt at keep away.

Yandere! China knowledge really is power in his case along with wisdom

Since he’s mature and has seen the likes of this similar to Rome. He’s going to play it cool and not be rash. But on the inside, he’s contemplating how in the hell you got power like that in under the span of 100 years. He is going to do an in-depth analysis of your inception to your current-day success.

At meetings, he will make it a point to ALWAYS sit next to you he will either glare or bribe whoever dared to sit next to you with food, medicine, or better trade deals if they promise to NEVER sit next to you. That right is reserved for him and him alone. He will start building his relationship with you to see if he can extract extra information about your success and plan on if he can try to take you down and claim you for himself so that he can finally beat the likes of America and Russia altogether while having someone as lovely as yourself under his control. He will go out of his way to bring Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner to every conference doting on you and showing how versatile and refined his palette is. He will ask you your preferences and stick to them and they will be at the forefront of what he and his chiefs cook you for every meal. Eventually, he will get more intense by asking if you want to go shopping in Beijing, Sichuan Province, and Guangdong and dressing you in all of the trendiest fashions in China.

Since you tend to have no reason to fear for your own safety, your guard is down. After all, you’re the most powerful nation. But lacking the wisdom about some of the older nations' darker tendencies, you wouldn’t have anticipated that Yao began to poison your food. It’s not like it makes you vomit or anything, but you’ll be exhausted to the point where you’re unable to board a plane and would decide to stay with him for a while longer. After all, he’s being so kind and understanding.

Essentially what’s happened is that his Yandere tendencies have morphed into Munchausen Syndrom by proxy and you’ve fallen into his hands without you really taking notice of it. His wisdom, mixed with crazy yandere tendencies, wins this time.

Yandere! Germany being diplomatic is his forte

He’s definitely bought a few books on your culture, history, art, etc. He does keep track of all your happenings. He’s intrigued by how you were able to accomplish such feats in only the span of a century. He definitely admires your hard work and dedication to the improvement of your society and your people. And yes, he’s bought a book titled:

How to romance a (Insert Country Ethnicity here) for the hard-hearted German. Although learning from his mistakes in previous romance attempts, he does add some nuance and subtlety to his actions.

He’ll always allow you to have the opening comments in the world meetings and the closing comments. He loves hearing your lovely voice and will actively make sure that you have even more speaking time than America, China, and Russia. Blatantly showing his nepotism. He knows that he can score some points with you this way. He always has keynotes for you and what you need in his types up notes before every meeting and he will always ask if you need any help and if he can have some “private” side conversations with you about trade deals, alliances, and if his citizen s could be able to freely roam in your country if he gives you “x”. He’s extremely diplomatic in his attempts to woo you. Even though on the inside, he’s screaming, “Ja! Ja! I get to be closer to (Y/N) than anyone else!”

Slowly he will begin to pry on how you have advanced military technology and how you keep your secrets. He does have a secret notebook where he keeps track of all the things that make you successful and takes note of it. After all, you have to get to know your target well in order to take them down. However, once he figures out that taking you down would only have a 2% success margin he would move to trying to have a permanent alliance with you. So if he’s ever in a pinch, he can depend on his sweet (Y/N) to help him out, and in turn, he’ll be devoted to you in any way that you need.

Yandere! Russia just wants you to hold his hand dammit!

From the start, Russia won’t mince words: He wants to become one with you and you to become part of mother Russia. He’s the most direct about what he wants and he’s lived long enough to know that there are some bets you simply don’t take, and trying to be sneaky, wagging war, or trying to take you down from the underground will lead to issues in the future. So he will be forthcoming about his intense affection for you. After all why be afraid of him if he knows that you could already kick his ass? Heaven's sake, he even leaves his beloved metal pipe of pain at home. To show you that he is dedicated to becoming a good ally to you and that he just wants your attention and affection….

ALL OF IT. However, that does mean that he isn’t above being intimidating to others, particularly America, China, and Germany, during meetings. He tries to hold back that ominous dark aura that he has, and to some degree, it works because it does manage to evade your attention, and he’s able to concentrate it on whomever successfully managed to take the second seat beside you in meetings. (The four of them have managed to create a schedule on who gets to sit next to you and have all made a group chat lightly threatening not to sit next to you ever. All four of these nations understand that they can’t get into a hight level fight over you if they want to stay alive but also not have you intervene. Your disapproval of them in any way stabs them in the heart.) He does sit only about an inch away from you, and sometimes, his scarf will find its way around your neck on occasion in a loving manner.

“Oh, Y/N aren’t you cold, da? I can share my warmth with you.” If we're being honest, his behavior toward you is kinda cute.

He’ll always have some new draft of an alliance for you to look over, and with each attempt, he will bring in a bottle of your favorite booze, a large stuffed Russian polar bear, or other types of gifts. He’s trying to stay in your good graces while presenting himself as a gentleman. He’ll also offer to drive you back to your hotel or ask if you want to see a play with him or gaze at the nighttime sky. He will also take note of your interests and tailor his dates to that. Anything to keep you the hell away from the others. He also has a habit of grabbing your hand ‘by accident’ before the start of every meeting because he likes to feel your warmth. His motto in this scenario: “If you can’t beat them join them!”

#hetalia #yandere hetalia #yandere #yandere america x reader #yandere america #yandere russia #yandere china #hws #hetalia fandom #yandere germany #yandere headcanons #hetalia drabble #headingalaxys writes stuff #headingalaxys speaks from the void #hetalia headcanons #not my best work but it had to be done

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herri-writes · 1 year

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真夜中のノクターン

Ritsu Sakuma x Reader

Note: OKAY an another Ritsu fic but this time, it's a songfic. Pls kill meheuheuehuehuheu

Okay lemme try writing for (!) era starting this year after writing a few fics that are in the (!!) timeline (Spoiler: Already did). Brainworms coming to rot my brain since I'm being productive af rn.

Translated lyrics here btw.

HEUEHUEHDHEUEHS anyways, why does the sakuma brothers have the most attractive voices I'm about to get an auralism atp. Herri not falling for the chara's voice challenge failed.

"(Name)? Why are you still... here...?" He yawned between his words. You just thought of the sleep expert you referred to and not even said his name.

Or so you thought when a sleepy, serene voice called you from the doorstep of the music room.

"Ritsu...? And why are you here...?" You asked him back and he answered, "I just woke up."

'Right... It's night time after all.'

He look at you with a questioning look. "I'll ask you again, what are you doing here?"

"I'm just... here to finish everything before the Repayment Fes." You tiredly answered. Ritsu looked at the stack of documents on your desk and wondering which are the ones you finished and are not. "That much? You'll lose yourself at this point, (Name)." He said and dragged you away from your seat. "I'll let you sleep on my coffin bed and rest. You're supposed to be with Knights by tomorrow."

Tired and sleepy, you yawned as the night arrived. How many paperworks have you done today? You've lost count. You could see the unfinished stack thanks to the moonlight's gentle glow entering the transparent glass from outside the window. Even though the unfinished ones seemed lesser than the ones you had done, you groaned in frustration and the deadline is a few days away— specifically a week before the said deadline.

An early passer you are seemed to be productive due to your insomnia. Oh how much you wanted to rest but the remaining energy and adrenaline is still coursing through every single fiber and cell of your being. As much as you wanted to get out of your overworking state weeks before the Repayment Fes, you couldn't.

"Ritsu... I'm almost done..." You tried to reach the desk but his strong grasp on you won't let you go. "Give me few more minutes... I'll be done after this..." Your body has not much strength remaining that you surrendered. "Fine... have it your way..." Ritsu grinned in victory.

He carried you on his back and brought you to his coffin bed in the music room. You somehow noticed that it was close to the piano in the room. You do know well that this is one of Ritsu's favorite napping place and the reason why the music room is one of his favorites it's because there's a piano. He placed you on the bed gently and remembered something he told you this afternoon.

"So, Ritsu, you said that you wanted to see me after Knight's live, right? But why bother seeing me to—" He immediatly laid on top of you and hugged you, making you cuddle with him.

"Good night."

That was the last thing you heard from him after he cuddled you and fell asleep on the coffin bed Rei made specifically for him. You on the other hand patted his head comfortably and lulled him to sleep.

He hugged you tightly as if he didn't want to let you go. His fear of being abandoned triggered in his sleep. He nuzzled closer and you could feel his warm breath fanning the crook of your neck. He is like a cat wanting your attention, from annoying you, interrupting your work, or cuddling you until he sleeps and never let you move as it's a golden rule for every cat owners known in the face of the earth— never move when a cat is on you.

Repayment fes is coming to a close and you've been overworking as usual. It's supposed to be special for the graduates of this year. It'll be the last time you'll get to see your senior in their green neck tie and their blue blazer. Especially Izumi and Leo, the only third years of Knights. Not to mention, you'll be the same as them next year, becoming a third year and graduate as a student of Yumenosaki Academy.

Ritsu knows you've been overworking a lot and it concerns him. He's grown attached to you ever since you became Knights' producer. Other than Mao, you were closest to him by bond that he's comfortable of sleeping with you near him. He felt safe ever since the first time he laid his head on you to rest.

The last thing Ritsu wanted is you abandoning him. He didn't want anyone to abandon him all alone when he needs you the most.

You could hear a faint humming, probably from Ritsu. You thought he's asleep but he is half-asleep. You felt your eyelids gettung heavier and closed tightly shut. Your breathing is light and slow. Your body finally felt rest after a few days of suffering from insomnia.

Your hand stop patting his head and he smiled. He didn't want you fainting in the middle of the day. Not to mention, he always want your blood fresh and sweet which it actually translates into "Go to sleep. You don't want to get an insomnia or die from blood loss." in Ritsu's language. He didn't want you to know what it actually means or he'll bite you without warning.

He continued to hum his own nocturne in midnight.

The next night, he caught you overworking again that he dragged your hand to the music room once again. Reason? It's because he wanted to show you something. That something he wanted to show you is sheets of papers, written in sloppy yet neat handwriting. Some of them are written in scribbles and random writings but most of them are understandable to read.

"Seriously?" You raised your brow. "Lyric and music sheets?" He hummed at your question. "Another Knights song? Did you steal this from Senior Tsukinaga?"

"More like I wrote that." He retorted and you chortled. You read the lyrics and let out a smug smirk. "This seemed like it's written for Isara. That dedicated?"

"I rather bite you than admitting for who I wrote the song for." He looked at you annoyed and you ignored it with a hum.

'Midnight Nocturne...' You read the name of the song written on the lyric sheet. You turned the page behind the lyric sheet and what was revealed to you is a music sheet for piano. 'I couldn't even read this...' You received a few lessons from Leo and tried to understand the music sheet from the genius but as a result, all of those went out of the window.

"I'm going to play." Ritsu said and sat on the piano stool. "If you fall asleep, I'll have you as my pillow until we graduate."

"Alright. I won't sleep. I promise." You hummed in response and ignored him. For sure you'll be punished by him if you provoked him too much. But Ritsu, this time, he'll let it slide.

He placed his fingers on the piano keys and pressed it with grace. A melody came out of the piano and it caught your attention. It sounded gentle and comfortable, just like the pianist.

You remembered him humming the same song before cuddling you to sleep every late nights. Somehow, it became your lullaby from him.

The moonlight shines upon my fingertips, the stave whirling into the night

Trapped in the forest of sleep, I think of you whom I can't be with

He can see himself in the middle of the forest, where the moonlight shined upon him. He can see himself reaching his hand to the gentle rays that peeked through the leaves of the trees and cupped it as if he held it like the knight he is.

His body asleep, yet his soul awake. He is trapped in there while you remained in his deepest thoughts in the midst of his sea of memories. The only thing he felt in his sleepy journey is your presence, where he can only feel even without you near him.

I feel you beside me, in this darkness where there is no one else

He pressed the keys, releasing a beautiful melody from the piano. All he could think of is you whenever he sang this song. You beside him, you sleeping with him, and him in your arms, where he felt safe from all of his worries in his sleep.

He sounded like he longed for someone, someone he couldn't see but he felt their presence. Though alone, he will always feel that someone is beside him.

Your beautiful smile, it's like it could melt into the sun

Ritsu can only think of your smile. Your smile brightened his sleepy nights. Whenever you wake him up, he only thought of your smile. He only search for your smile when he wakes up and it happened when you saw him awake from his slumber.

"Ritsu..." You quietly muttered his name. You are listening to... his song. A song made by him and him alone.

Even in a world where we cannot intermingle

I am not alone right now

Though close by distance, you are too far for him to reach. It's as if you're worlds apart.

In the dead of night, with my sleeping breath, Song for you

Because I'm singing a melody that brings us together

He glanced at you and the moment he was about to, you are sitting beside him and laid your head on his shoulder. He smiled at his own progress. He was far from ending it yet he knows it touched your heart. It's just like how Knights' songs touched heart

And how your presence touched his own.

His voice sounded like a lullaby, calm and gentle, like a mother lulling their baby to sleep. But him, it's in his quiet nature. It left you in a daze, letting you enter your own reverie.

Just my piano, the moon and you, in a transparent sky

You can imagine yourself leaning on the piano as he played it under the starry sky. The water rippling at your every movement and mirroring the sky. It feels like a dream. You held out your hand as if to reach the stars. You are on your toes, aiming higher to reach it. A shooting star showed up on your view and your eyes sparkled more than the starry sky.

They simply kept existing kindly in the depths of my heart

The way he saw your smile made his night even more beautiful. His serenade made you wander in his dreams. His nocturne made you dance as your feet on the water created ripples in its wake.

While the tedium persists, by letting my fingers dance

His fingers danced on the keys. It so graceful that it speaks out, "It's my music, my song, and my piano. A melody that I own alone."

I come to know a sadness that resembles feelings of unrequited love, but

A drop of water fell from the sky. You held out your hand and it became a light shower. You felt like rain existed in your imagination. It touched your heart. It felt that sorrow and loneliness embraced him and you.

Even in a world that we cannot share, I won't lose sight of you

You felt like your body was swayed by the wind. You realized that it's Ritsu dancing with you. He turned you for a spin and held you close to him.

His first dance is his last in your reverie, but it will remain as a memory.

No matter where you are, an unchanging Song for you

He cupped your cheek and held you tighter on his embrace, as if he didn't want to let you go. You held the hand that cupped your cheek and let out a sigh of content, which you let out in your dreams and in reality.

Because I'm singing an eternal promise

You felt your eyelids became heavy and your heart beating loudly, loud enough for him to hear. Your souls are dancing but you remained there right beside him, listening to his nocturne.

Even if you can't hear me, I'm right here

Because even if I can't reach you, we're always together

'I know, Ritsu...' You answered him in your thoughts, hoping that he knew the same.

The pale blue moon connects us

Now, close your eyes and let us sing

"Even in a world where we cannot intermingle," You sang while he continued to play the piano. He let out a smile and continued for you. "Once again, towards the night you see somewhere."

"In the dead of night, with my sleeping breath, Song for you," He heard you hum along as he sang. He could hear you sing clearly. You remembered the very last line that etched in your mind for this very moment.

"Because I'm singing a melody that brings us together..."

Ritsu let out a finishing set of notes and his hand left the piano keys. He heard light breathing from beside him. He turned his head to see you're sleeping on his shoulder with a smile.

He chuckled lightly and patted your head.

"Sweet dreams, (Name)."

W/N:

HEUSHUEHSHEUDHD OKAY I AM GOING TO SHED TEARS BC THIS SONG CAN MAKE ME CRY I AM NOT LYING NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I READ THE TRANSLATED LYRICS I AM BAWLING.

#written by herri #ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #ritsu sakuma #sakuma ritsu #sakuma ritsu x reader #ritsu sakuma x reader

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goose-books productions: a 2023 review

only [checks watch] two months late! view the image in higher quality here; read past years-in-review here; and thank you as always to my beloved @yvesdot for the template!

i shan't be dishonest; 2023 was not exactly the year of max. but i still got a lot of good writing done! transcripts + commentary under the cut, and, uh, take the godsong character roster again.

cws: animal death (february), pregnancy/miscarriage + body image issues (july), addiction (september), self-harm-as-metaphor (october)

january

what’s that? godsong ran away with me for another year? well, it does that. in the second of a plotted trilogy, anna (roughly: what if aeneas were a very sad lesbian?) and her lieutenants visit a soothsayer. ichari wants to kill for her, btw. anna please let them kill for you,

“Have we got to sacrifice an animal?” Sascha said, tilting his head. “Let you dig around in the entrails?” “If you’d like,” the Sibyl said, upper lip wrinkling. “But I’m haughty enough to believe I can make do with a bit of holy blood. Not you. Annadrijanna, if you would give me your hand.” Anna didn’t move. Her eyes widened, very slightly, as she stared at the hand the Sibyl had extended to her, palm up. Ichari’s hand was on their knife again before they could blink. Damn the gods and Avender’s Sibyl, and damn Anna’s quest, the moment she needed it they could have their blade in the prophet’s throat no matter what holy punishment tumbled down on their heels— “It won’t be like the other,” the Sibyl said, nodding to Anna’s right hand. “I keep my tools clean. Far less messy than entrails.” From their cloak pocket they drew a glinting silver pin, topped with a bead of pearl. “Just a prick, that’s all.” Ichari couldn’t tell if Anna’s chest was rising and falling beneath the robes, or if she had calcified entirely. “Anna,” they said, soft, warning. Almost pleading. Just give me the word, Anna. Just say the word. “You’ve a lot of ghosts clinging to your robes, Annadrijanna,” the Sibyl said softly. “I need a bit of life.”

february

while anna’s doing that, ambergris is causing problems. raised in regency patriarchyville, she recently befriended a dragon and received Powers; now she’s working toward 1. making it seem like her family’s manor is haunted 2. killing her parents and 3. having gay sex. not necessarily in that order.

Blood and yolk still stuck to her hands, gumming the webbing between thumb and forefinger. But it was a pretty picture, the mews desecrated, the falcons gone mad and tearing open their eggs. The duchy would whisper that Pyranimia had forsaken even the birds, that the Armindale fortune was suffocating in broken shells, and no one would consider that it was only nature, that rabbits and snakes and stable cats would swallow down their young if they got hungry. But not here, Ambergris thought, serene, picturing what her mother would say when she learned of the mews—the slight twitch of her mouth before her face settled back into glacial calm. Not you. You wish you could. You’re starving for it. But you won’t be rid of me now. You don’t know that yet. But I hold you in my hands now. If I were really a sorceress, I could twist up your body, ruin the organs that made me, the ones that hurt you. Or I could take them out and let you go free. She could sympathize. Abandoned by the goddess, she too might have withered and waned, and come to loathe the children sapping her strength as they grew inside her body. But her mother had made Ambergris too well for that—too cold to love a child or a husband, too cold to shrink from blood. You took the knife from your chest and put it in mine, Ambergris thought. But the gods have been watching. My god has been watching. The storm is building. And before I ever let you eat me, Mother, I will finish a daughter’s work and drain you dry. She raised her hand to her mouth, where her thumb met her forefinger, and licked away the blood.

march

in the spring i wrote a very long paper about antony and cleopatra (the shakespeare play, and also the people, and also the echoes of their story in the aeneid). which got me thinking about the deliberate narrative parallels between dido and cleopatra, which got me writing a ten-minute play where they have a one-night stand. happens to the best of us. i’m very proud of how this one came out, actually, but i have no idea what to do with it. target audience of weird lesbian classicists?

D: I want to be someone they don’t write tragedies about. C: (to the audience) Well. How charmingly ironic. D: If I could just—have—if I could just—just a life. Just someone who loves me. Just someone who won’t go away. Something boring. Something monotone. I don’t care how good I look burning. I want to stop being on fire. C: You have absolutely no sense of flair. D: I miss my sister. (A pause. She looks to C.) C: Can’t help you there. I had mine killed. D: (exhausted) Happens.

april

fans of the aeneid, please enjoy The Scene In Which The Protag Loses To A Tree. if godsong ever drops i will accept a 10-page double-spaced essay about how it is in conversation with the jason & medea myth.

Anna set his jaw. He braced his wooden hand against the trunk, then stepped up onto the coil and reached for the golden branch. It was slick and cold under his fingers, closer to stone than wood; Anna took hold and yanked. The branch slid from his fingers. Anna grabbed the trunk so he didn’t fall backward, ice jolting up his spine. The serpent hadn’t moved. Again he tried to snap the branch. A whisper of leaves as it bent, but there was no give; again his sweat-damp hand fell away. The word that slipped from his mouth startled him, because it was the sort of word no one used in a temple, something Caradorra had been scolded for saying in front of their mother. Another glance at Sascha. The serpent hadn’t stirred. Anna wiped his hand on his robes, straining up on his toes, and wrapped his hand around the base of the branch. If he could saw at it—but his sword lay gleaming and useless in the grass, his calves starting to ache, the branch warming under his touch. Please, Iv, please, please, please— He ignored the flicker in the corner of his eye: movement from the lakeside. But then came the hiss, rising like steam from the water thrown at the charred walls of a burning city, and his blood ran cold. Breaking from the lake, wet and shimmering, came an enormous frilled head. The second serpent, awake and alert, slitted yellow eyes fixed on Anna. It moved faster than thought—legs bunching, coils rippling, launching itself for the tree. “Sascha, down!” Ichari shouted from the treeline, and the gun went off, louder than godly thunder, and the branch beside Anna burst into splinters, and as he gave a last desperate yank the golden branch snapped cleanly into his hand.

may

while working on the actual plot of godsong, i was also fleshing out the backstory, and ended up stumbling into the personalities of anna’s parents (a t4t4t throuple! let’s go gay people). so here’s a bit of anna backstory from the perspective of his mother, who is wonderful and nervous. did you know anna was chosen for priesthood at age 11? probably had no long-term psychological effect on her at all.

It was a celebration for Eli’s records: three days and three nights of festival feasting, of singing and dancing and hymns, of the temple bells ringing a clangorous echo from dawn until dusk. In past years, after past Ivtouchings, the celebrations had been citywide but quieter, briefer—the ceremonial anointment before the temple doors, to mark the new priest as a new melody in Iv’s living voice, and then a song. But it had been three hundred years since Iv had plucked a child from the rings of Ivander to holiness. No simple ceremony would suffice. On the first day, the older Ivtouched helped Anna atop an oxcart, the horns of each ox wrapped in gold ribbon, and led him in cheering parade through the city’s spiraling roads to the temple. In the street, in the surging shouting crowds that followed on foot, Radi cheered her voice hoarse and tried to etch the picture into her memory: the brilliant blue of the sky, the loose tail of ribbon flapping from one oxhorn, the glint of the sun off the bronze-painted spokes of the cart’s wheels. All of those details she might have set to canvas, with a small enough brush and a steady enough hand. But she knew even then that she wouldn’t try. There was no replicating her son’s smile, so broad it must have ached, or the dazed look of joy in his eyes. As if he were dreaming and praying not to wake. As if some curtain had unveiled before him to show him the heavens in shining vivid color, the world created for him anew. Someone else’s hands would mark him holy; someone else’s hands had dressed him in the dark Ivtouched robes, billowing out behind him in the breeze. He wasn’t quite tall enough. The hem was pinned up so it didn’t drag. Every few minutes atop the cart, Anna’s hand drifted down to hike the fabric up, more twitchy than deliberate, each yank a quiet spear through Radi’s heart.

june

please refer to my february comments on that list of ambergris’s.

Ambergris regarded them coolly. She had pulled them around the back of the orchestra into a corner: curtained from the rest of the room by a clot of musicians, the strings near too loud to speak over, the lanterns throwing warped shadows over the floor. “I apologize,” she said, slow, “if I startled you, Captain. I’d like a word.” Ichari’s heart still pattered at their ribs. Again they forced down the shaking need to wipe that faint smirk from her face. “You’ve had a few. You satisfied yet?” “Y-you’ve met my husband,” Ambergris said, “twice now.” So she had been watching, then, probably sunken into the shadows like a grotesque. “Twice too many times,” they said, curling their lip. “You aren’t impressed.” “Don’t let me offend your wifely sensibilities.” Ichari flashed their wickedest grin to see if she would squirm. “But you’re too pretty to go to waste on an ill-dressed fool’s limp cock.” Ambergris didn’t flinch, but her eyes widened slightly. Big innocent eyes, Sascha’s eyes, with all the guilelessness of a kitten. “Am I?” “Too good for him? I’m sorry you had to find out this way, duchess.” “Not duchess,” Ambergris said, “yet. I find—I know I’m too good. Am I pretty.”

july

more backstory, this time in second person about ambergris’s mother, who gets a POV in the book proper. not a very fun POV, but there's generational trauma to explore. creusa is the doctor that's been called in to help jonquilla through a miscarriage; she is gnc as fuck (jonquilla voice: you're insane).

Four weeks Creusa tends your bedside—four fuzzy weeks drifting in and out of fever, your thoughts racing like loosed horses, as you bleed out the last of your hoped-for heir. You loathe her for it, with a bright-hot intensity you can only grasp for moments at a time between unconsciousnesses. You loathe her for daring to pity you, for helping you sit up to drink down your pain relief; you loathe her for doing it well. You loathe her because she is fresh and young and rosy-cheeked and you are soft and lumpy and pathetic. You loathe her because she is beautiful despite all she does to destroy it, despite the way she prowls the manor in trousers, despite the fact that you have never once seen her suck in her stomach. Beautiful the way you were mere years ago. Beautiful enough to make breath catch when those worn fingers tuck her shorn hair behind her ears. What gives her the right to see you like this? What gives her the right to sprawl out in your home, in your chambers, in all her impropriety? What gives her the right to choose to be—this? Does she have a husband somewhere who lets her run free? Children she tends to with the same slight curve of a smile she gives you? Sisters? Brothers? Who does she fall into bed with at night? You want to step inside her skin, to pry it up, to take her apart and see how her heart beats. She’s had her hands in enough of your blood. You want to hold her organs. Your dreams come in tatters. Your stomach swollen to bursting again. The endless hallways. Dittany soaring away from you. Children squirming in your gut. Creusa stroking your hair. Sometimes those are not dreams, you think; sometimes your eyes flutter open and she is there, patient, quiet, calm. As she always is, except for the crease in her soft rose-petal lips, because when you are asleep she does not smile at you. She watches you as if she is afraid for you. She watches you as if she is guilty of something. There are other dreams, too. Dreams you refuse to remember.

august

in august i had a Medical Experience. but first i finished the draft of godsong2, because i never fucking lose. this bit is from the very last scene, where no one is doing well.

Most days she shaved her face each day after morningsong, when she had the strength and a passable mirror. In Ivander she had not needed to, but she liked the look of it, the cleanness; in Armindale Manor she had been particularly careful. Sascha must have noticed, or picked it up from her face, because he scrambled wobbling back to his feet. “I’ll fetch a razor, eh?” “Sascha—” Ichari started, but Sascha waved a hand. “I’ll do it, Anna,” he said, earnest. Her twinge of warmth was faint; she inclined her head slightly. They had done something like this before, Sascha scrunching up next to her to wind his fingers through her hair—hair, Anna realized distantly, that was soot-choked and tangled now. He had spun her waves into a thick braid, then a number of tiny ones, chattering all the while; she had repaid him for it once with a spiraling swirl of mehndi across each of his fluttery hands. Now, though, when he held the razor up to her face, there was a new trepidation in the set of his lips. It took Anna too many sticky seconds to realize he was trying and failing to settle the terrible shake in his hands. “Sorry,” he said, blanching, when Anna looked at him. “Ah, I’m sorry, I…” “Armindale,” Ichari said, soft. Gentler than she had ever heard his name in their voice. They held out a palm. “S’okay.” Anna tilted her face toward them. Sascha scooted back to wrap his arms around his knees and watch Ichari sliver the hair from her chin, one hand braced against her cheek, their hands callused and cold and kind.

september

and we've reached the part of the year where school hit me like a Fucking Train. here's some carronash. that is, MILF julius caesar x neopronouns mark antony, in an extremely uneven borderline-religious-worship dynamic that has swallowed the latter's entire life (more about their deal here). you know, out of context here, they almost look sweet.

Ash shut xir eyes so xe wouldn’t see her hear it, and xe croaked, “I need a drink.” Her chest rose and fell beneath xim in silence. Somewhere beyond xir walls, a cart rattled over the streets. “I know,” Ash said, panic starting to rise cold in xir throat. “I know—I know, but it hurts, I need a drink, Julienne, it hurts, I think I’m going to die. I think I might fucking die.” I know you do, she had said the last time xe’d told her xe needed a drink. I know you do. I know you know why it’s a bad idea. And she had kissed xir forehead like an anointment and held xim when xe shook with frustrated sobs. Nothing now. Just her hand combing through xir curls. “Julienne,” Ash said, near a whine, the craving a spidery itch beneath xir skin. “Ash,” Julienne said. “Am I asking too much of you?” It didn’t sound like a condemnation. Xir insides curled anyway. “No,” xe said, small as a scolded child. “No, I just—I just…” “If it’s too much,” she said, soft. “If you can’t bear it. There’s no shame in that.”

october

i posted this poem here, but we’ll see it again! i think it’s kind of heavy-handed, but that's what happens when you try to articulate an insanity.

2:35 grindstone // max franciscovich there is a knife in my hand. there is a knife i am holding in the palm of my hand. i hold it by the blade. when i squeeze the blood runs down through the webbings of my fingers and the sting is hot. if i uncurl my fingers i will let go of the knife and it will not hurt. if i let go of the knife i will forget pain. suffering and fear will dull and scab over and my eyes will close. when i squeeze i remember it hurts. i remember i am dangerous. my eyes can close. i can cut with a touch. if i let go of the knife it will not hurt to make a fist. if i let go of the knife i will make a fist. if i let go of the knife in my hand i will forget there is a knife in my hand. when i squeeze the sting whets my thoughts and i see the world in all its brutal glory and i touch nothing i could ruin. there is a knife in my hand. there is a knife i am holding in the palm of my hand.

november

no nano this year :( i was being crushed by school and mentals, unfortunately. which sucks, because i've had a streak since 2018! but alas. next year. i did write a little more godsongverse backstory, set in anna's old city and starring the book's hector and andromache figures (ira and lucia, respectively; imi and nia are their twin toddlers).

Here was a part of the war that would not be told: that sometimes it would be late, very late, the sun sunken into the earth and the children in bed, before Ira came home. That Imi and Nia were asleep, Lucia suspected, was not an effect but a reason, because sometimes her heart-knit lover was nigh unrecognizable in the doorway, hunched and haggard, bathed in gore, and the twins would have been terrified. Blasphemous, maybe, for Lucia to see the dried blood cracking in rivulets on Ira’s skin and think of Iv’s shattered face. But even blasphemy was better than the other reason she shied from the thought—that likening Ira to the holiest of martyrs felt like giving up. Giving into what she suspected everyone else already thought inevitable. After the first night she had stopped fearing the worst. There would have been no missing the uproar in the city. Her fears were simpler: how much blood there might be, how many times Ira would wake in the night. But unless the wailing rose high enough to shake the temple down, the sixth wall of Ivander stood, and Lucia sat at home with the spinning and waited.

december

and… would you look at that, more godsong. i did write non-godsong things this year! but most of them are short stories i'm hoping to send out for publication, so i'm not keen on sharing yet. this, however, is literally a godsong x hadestown AU that i’ve been calling spadestown, and if i ever finish it i Will be posting it here. in a beautiful alternate world, godsong is an annaspades romcom. (it's not even that in this AU.)

Lying on the bed watching Anna write, Spades said, “You know xim. The queen.” Not an accusation, exactly. But a search for solid ground, an escape from the ice shifting under her. At the desk, Anna tapped the end of his pen against his lips. Distracting lips, unfairly plush. “Yes,” he said after an absent moment. “It is—natural. Xe returns every summer.” “Only here?” “As far back as I remember.” Anna blinked; Spades watched it sink in. “But not where you come from.” Spades shrugged. There were gods where she had come from, too. Not the sort one poured drinks for. “I suppose we can’t all be holy,” she said, reaching out across the narrow span of the room to his chair. Anna took her hand, his skin warm against hers, his pen calluses already familiar—the tip of his second finger, the inside of his third. When she closed her eyes, Ash’s grin flashed behind her lids. Xe must have known who she was. Gods always knew. “Sing it again,” she said, patting the bed beside her. Anna was staring at the page. He hummed another bar under his breath. Spades thought she might have to get up, to close the journal for him, to slip the pen from his hands and kiss him and hope he kissed back instead of dreaming louder. Then Anna said, “Sing what?” Spades tipped his chair back to hear him yelp. “What do you think, dipshit?” “My song?” Anna said, and there was his little winking smile. “Or our wedding hymn?” There was only one bed in the attic room, so they slept curled together. Invariably Spades woke with silky hair in her mouth. Not bad, she figured, for a night always warm.

and that's a wrap! i know i didn't post much this year, but i'm still hard at work at various odds and ends. thank you for sticking around, and i hope everyone reading this has a wonderful 2024!

#max.txt #max actually writes #year in review #okay tags time innit.#godsong tag #anna ivtouched #ichari felidore #sascha armindale #ambergris armindale #jonquilla armindale #julienne carron #ash pyrris #hellenira ivtouched #lucia tag #< poor girl doesn't have a last name yet. that's on me #cinquedea spades

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