Summary: as riduurs, you and Din can finally show your faces to each other without suffering any consequences. but when the time finally comes, your insecurities and fears of rejection come into play, threatening to ruin this important moment
Tags: just pure tooth-rotting fluff, Din and Reader being insecure, they're sweethearts though and so in love, Din being a supporting husband <3, mandalorian customs are probably half-accurate but i did my best in research đ
Word count: 3K
A/N: haiii guys!! long time no see đ€ i had this idea ever since i watched s2 of the mandalorian almost a month ago and i'm finally done! thank you to all who stick around and i really hope you'll enjoy my first attempt at writing din (feel free to let me know what you think đ€)! i love all of you darlings đ„° and as always, happy reading!! đ
Din Djarin wouldnât ever admit it to anyone, but he always wanted a family. The memories of his parents were hazy, but he remembered how much they loved each other and in the depths of his soul longed for a connection like this someday. Being the bounty hunter didnât give many opportunities to look for a relationship, however, and with time he abandoned the hope for a place and people he could call home. He convinced himself that he was content being on his own.
But then the Child came along, and with it everything has changed. This little wrinkly womp rat became the most precious being in his life and Din was ready to die to protect Grogu â but he never expected that heâd also meet his future riduur because of the kid.
He did. You, a fellow Mandalorian Din spoke to only a couple of times in the hideout on Nevarro, decided to help him on his quest, and from this moment on he didnât stand a chance. You were everything Djarin admired â brave, compassionate, skillful and kind â and though you both respected the Way of the Mandalore and never removed your helmets in each otherâs presence, he knew in his soul that you were beautiful as well.
It was a long road to come to terms with what he felt for you and gather the courage to actually let you know it. But it was all worth it just for this moment when you exchanged your vows and he officially became yours, and you his. Now you were his riduur and he finally had every right to admire and cherish you like you deserved.
And most importantly, he could finally see you. The pair of you talked about this moment a lot during the nights spent on the Crest, tangling your fingers together when the ship was flooded with pitch-black darkness. Din used to whisper to you of his dreams, how he longed to run his eyes over your uncovered body, taking his time to commit to memory every little detail of your physique and expressions. You, with a giddy and wistful tone, told him how impatient you were to at last find out how his lips would feel on yours and what color his eyes were. Even when you both knew you were going to marry, you didnât rush things and never removed your helmets until your union became official.
But you did see each otherâs faces, once, though not in a conventional way. Din remembered it clearly as a day, though his eyes â as well as yours â were covered by a piece of a material the entire time. Both of you were desperate for each other that night, the tension hanging above your heads straining the resolve about waiting. And then came the moment when you didnât fight it anymore. Instead, you both sat down on Dinâs cot and without your sense of sight spent the next hour talking and trailing fingertips down each otherâs faces.
Din reminisced about this moment a lot of times. He tried to remember the shape of your features to create a full picture of you in his mind while he laid alone in his bed, longing for your vicinity. Even if your bodies were separated only by the layers of beskar, it was still too far for him.
He didnât have to wait any longer now.
It was the day of your wedding and Din Djarin never felt happier than in that moment when you recited Mandalorian vows and he got to touch your bare hand again, not covered by a glove, to put a custom-made ring on your finger. It wasnât a necessary but he wanted to make this day memorable and meaningful for you. A few tears of joy were shed, but his face was still concealed by the helmet, allowing his emotions to take hold of him.
He hadnât let go of your hand since the small ceremony (if one could even call it that) ended, and you squeezed his palm every few steps as you walked toward a house that was going to be your home for the next couple of days. The Child was being taken care of by other Mandalorians so that you could be completely alone for this special moment.
You were buzzing with excited energy for the whole week prior to your wedding, but now Din could sense his partnerâs nervousness. He wasnât exactly surprised â after all, it has been years for both of you since anyone saw you without your helmet on. But with every moment that you neared the bedroom, you seemed more insular, more withdrawn and hesitant, and Din started to really worry.
âAre you okay, cyarâika (darling)?â
You slowed down, not answering right away, which caused Din to furrow his brows with confusion. Maybe you didnât want to do it after all? Maybe it was too sudden for you? Or maybe he came off as too eager?
âCyarâika,â he repeated softly, wanting to put you at ease â but it didnât seem to meet the target. âIf youâre not readyâŠâ
âNo. No, Iâm ready. I justâŠâ
You trailed off. Din wordlessly guided you to the edge of the bed, cradling your hands in his â one gloved one and one not. The light of the setting sun flowed in through the small window and reflected off the hard beskar you both wore, bathing your figure in a beautiful golden light.
He was already so in love with you. What could possibly be the cause of your hesitation?
âIâm just nervous,â you murmured at last with your head bowed, looking at your joined hands. âI donât want you to be disappointed.â
âDisappointed?â the Mandalorian repeated before he could think, and shook his head slightly. âWhat are you⊠What are you talking about? Why would I ever be?â
You lifted your gaze, and though Din couldnât see your eyes, he could almost feel the weight of your fears on his own shoulders. The modulator in your helmet was hiding any trace of it, but he knew you long enough to recognize the tiniest shift in your body language.
âNer karâta (my heart). I could never be disappointed with you.â He laced his fingers with yours, once again admiring how perfectly they fit together, and lifted them to his chest. âYou own my heart and soul now, and nothing will change that.â
He hoped to soothe your nerves, but you were still silent. It wasnât at all what Mando was expecting from this evening and he was at a loss for what to do to fix it.
âWould it help if I showed you my face first?â he asked after some time, and your head snapped up.
âNo.â Even with the modulator, your voice clearly sounded broken and regretful, and it was wounding Din more than anything else could. âWe were supposed to do it together.â
âWe can,â he assured quietly, swiping his thumb over your knuckles. âBut the most important thing to me⊠is for you to feel comfortable during it. If you want to waitââ
âI donât.â You untangled your hands from his hold and instead brought them to his chest, placing them on the beskar breastplate. He couldnât wait to take it off and feel your touch on his skin. âIf I wasnât sure, I wouldnât marry you and make you my riduur.â
You leaned forward and lightly bonked your helmets together, a sweet gesture Din loved since the first time you did it.
âNi karâtayl gar darasuum orâatu an mayen. (I love you more than anything.) More than life itself.â
âI know,â he answered simply and delicately brought your hands to the edges of his helmet. It was obvious what he was offering you. âThatâs why Iâm willing to do it for you.â
You were still, not daring to move, and Din nodded slightly to show you that heâs certain of his decision. His heart was beating heavily in his chest, though, and he could feel sweat forming on the back of his neck.
Showing your face to others was one of the worst crimes in Mandalorian culture, but doing it with your riduur was the highest honor that not everyone was fortunate enough to experience. But Din Djarin was among the lucky ones. Even though it was not in a way he always imagined, he didnât care as long as you were happy.
You gripped the edges of his helmet tighter and a high hiss sounded, a telltale sign that the metal piece was ready to be removed. And slowly â so very slowly â you did. Din felt a flow of cooler air on his hot skin: first his chin, then his cheeks, finally his foreheadâŠ
And lastly, he inhaled shakily before lifting his head to look into the void of your visor.
A second passed by. Then two. Then ten, though Din felt like it mustâve been a full minute now. And still you didnât move, just watched him silently, motionless as a statue.
The Mandalorian swallowed with difficulty, starting to feel very self-conscious. The crisp air cooled the sweat gathering on the nape of his neck and he had to use all his self-control not to fiddle his fingers nervously. He felt so naked and exposed under your gaze, though he absolutely shouldnât â you were his riduur and there was no reason to feel ashamed or insecure with you. But he couldnât help worrying: what if he wasnât what you expected? What if you didnât find him attractive at all?
Then a movement of your hands drew his attention and he watched, transfixed, as you slowly started to take off your glove, tugging one finger off at a time. Once your hand was freed from the confines of the protective material, you flexed your fingers before lifting both of your palms to his face.
Even though Din was acutely aware of your every move, he still somehow flinched in surprise at your touch, causing you to freeze and search his eyes with the air of concern around you. He quickly gave you a small nod, silently begging you to proceed, and, thankfully, you did. Your fingertips traced his cheeks, so delicately it almost tickled, brushing down the path to his stubble, and then back up to the arch of his nose and eyebrows. Djarinâs eyelids fluttered closed and he let out a shaky breath, giving in to the most amazing sensation that your touch was.
âI knew you had to be the most beautiful being in the galaxy,â you whispered from under your helmet with a voice filled with a plethora of raw emotions. Din regretted not being able to see your face at that moment, but if it would help you feel more comfortable in such a memorable and important situation, he was ready to do anything for you.
âIâm sure youâre a million times more radiant, cyarâika,â he said back. His voice was weirdly weak and raspy, sounding strangely to him â probably because he knew there was another person hearing him without his helmet on. âEven if I donât see your face, meshâla (beautiful), today or ever⊠The love I have for you will never change or waver. That I promise.â
âIt wonât exactly be fair to the Creed if I donât remove my helmet in front of my husband,â you answered, half-teasing, but Din knew there was a real worry behind your words.
âYou know very well thereâs nothing said about it in the Creed.â He opened his eyes, offering you a small smile. âAnd I donât remember our vows mentioning it, either.â
You clicked your tongue with exasperation, but Din also saw your shoulders relaxing, a sign that some of your nerves ebbed away.
âGev bic (stop it),â you laughed, letting your hand fall down â but before it could happen, Din caught your wrist and lifted it back to his face. He slowly kissed the inside of your palm, down to the veins disappearing under your sleeve, his eyes fixated on your visor the entire time. His smile grew slightly when he felt a shiver run through you.
âI love you, ner karâta,â he whispered. âEven if youâre a half-Hutt under your armor.â
âDonât push it.â
You let go of his hand and Dinâs face fell, fearing that he really went too far. He reached for you but stopped when you straightened up and took a deep breath, your hands going to the last thing that separated you from him â your helmet.
He held his breath and his heart beat erratically as he watched you. He tried not to blink, not wanting to miss the moment when he finally got to see your face. Just the fact that you were willing to do this meant so much to him, butâŠ
Slowly, you took your helmet off and placed it down on the mattress right next to his. Then, a pair of irises gazed into the depths of Din Djarinâs heart.
âŠyou were wrong.
Oh, how wrong you were.
There was no mistaking it that you were by far the most breathtaking sight the Mandalorian had ever laid his eyes on.
The Maker mustâve been overly generous, or maybe favored you, for looking at you⊠it felt like coming home.
You stared at him with gentle, tentative eyes of the most beautiful color in the world, and Din wouldâve gladly lost himself in them. Your lips, so tempting and soft-looking, were parted slightly as you awaited his reaction, but he couldnât move. He just watched, spellbound, and wondered if this truly is reality and not some cruel, elusive dream.
He hadnât felt such awe even when he saw Grogu doing his magic for the first time. Hadnât felt such elation even when a new skin made of beskar was forged just for him. Had never before felt such love in his life.
You were a wonder. A miracle.
âCyare?â
Your voice sounded almost fearful to your ears, but you couldnât help it â Din seemed unable to utter even a word, and panic started to flood your veins when you noticed tears gathering in his dark, beautiful eyes. âDinââ
But before you could move away, he slipped off the bed and knelt by your feet. You were so taken aback by this action that you didnât even react when he cradled both of your hands in his and pressed lingering kisses to your fingers, one after another.
âIf I could, Iâd marry you all over again,â he rasped, meeting your gaze with so much love and adoration in his brown eyes that it took your breath away. âHow did I get so luckyâŠ?â
âI think Iâm the lucky one,â you let out a breathless laugh of relief, your pupils darting across the lines and grooves of his face. âYou⊠youâre not just saying that, right?â
âCyarâika, look at me.â He gently tilted your chin up, making your eyes meet his. For a second he faltered, parting his lips in wonder at the feeling of your skin under his fingertips, before he swallowed and gazed at you again. âDo you doubt my words?â
No. There was really no questioning his motives. You knew Din was as honest as one could be and there were only your own insecurities at play here. But the longer you looked at him, his expression so full of love and devotion, the less relevant your own doubts were becoming.
You couldnât think of anything else but him.
âI really want to kiss you,â you whispered instead of answering, and his face broke into a wide, joyous grin. âCan Iâ?â
The Mandalorian didnât even wait for you to finish â the second those words left your mouth, he surged forward and pressed his lips to yours forcefully, eliciting a surprised sound out of you, which soon turned into a needy whimper. You didnât give him a chance to back away and instantly tangled your fingers into his hair, moving clumsily to be closer to him.
But when you attempted to climb onto his lap, your breast plates collided with a metallic clank, forcing the pair of you to put some space between you. Din huffed with frustration, while you laughed and cupped his face in your hands.
âYouâre quite impatient for a bounty hunter,â you accused him playfully, nudging your nose with his. You took a deep, calming breath, wanting to surround yourself with the smell of him completely, but your riduur didnât let you indulge for long.
He moved quickly and, without a warning, kissed you briefly again â and then one more time. It was more like a light peck, and you longed to feel his tongue inside your mouth once more, but at the same time relished in every sensation that his lips brought. Every touch he gave you was something infinitely precious.
âIâve waited longer than you,â he murmured. His hands were already moving, taking off the beskar on his forearms and shoulders, reaching where he could without removing you from his lap just yet. âYou have no idea what youâre doing to me, cyarâika.â
You smiled widely and looked up from his deft fingers to throw another teasing comment, but in one second you lost your train of thoughts.
Because Din was blushing.
The feared Mandalorianâs face â a face you were finally allowed to see whenever you desired â was sprinkled with redness across his cheeks and ears. And you were the cause of that.
The thought of it almost caused your eyes to water.
âWhat are you looking at, meshâla?â
Your eyes found him again and you smiled brightly, causing Dinâs heart to skip a couple of beats.
You took his stubbly chin in-between your fingers and brought his lips closer, planting a soft kiss there that had the Mandalorian melting. He covered your hand with his, feeling the band on your finger under his own.
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Crispin đ„
He's such a dork and incredibly quirky but don't you worry, he'll definitely be the one to ask you out first, no matter how many attempts it takes. Not like you'd say no to begin with.
As a partner, he's the kind of guy who would always try to cheer you up and have you in a happy mood, because when you're happy, he's happy! Anything from compliments, to jokes, to just giving you lots of affection.
Which brings us to the fact that he's huge on PDA. And the funny thing is he doesn't even realize he's doing itâhe'll lean on you when you're showing him something in your Rotom Phone, rubbing circles on your palm when you're talking about your day, placing his chin on your shoulder while talking to the other club membersâthis man is all over you.
During your stay at Blueberry Academy, don't you dare spend your precious money on the cafeteria, he's got you covered. He'll ask you and learn about your tastes, creating new recipes and concoctions just for you, hoping to surprise you with something better and nutritious every day!
If you had a long day of training and doing BBQs, Crispin always comes by and makes sure you had a meal. And you better not be lying to him.
âMan, you've been out all day! Did you even have lunch?â
Overall, a sweet and supportive goofball who'll make sure you're always smiling and never have an empty stomach!
Amarys đ
Obviously Amarys isn't the best at conveying her emotions. It doesn't mean she doesn't care, she just has a hard time figuring them out sometimes! Which is why it's incredibly strange to her when she starts having these weird sensations whenever she's around you.
She feels happier, her stomach gets all jumbled when you compliment her, and her minds always finds a way to drift back to you no matter what she's doing.
She ends up asking Carmine about it, who immediately gets all giddy and explains to her that she might have a crush. Amarys is surprised, but not against the idea. It makes sense in retrospectâcue bestie Carmine giving her pointers and ideas to try and confess to you.
Unfortunately it's all a bit too convoluted or cheesy for the Steel-Type user's liking, so she ends up doing it her own way.
One day after club activities are over, she asks if you can stay a bit longer to talk. âAfter much deliberation, it would seem that I have caught romantic feelings for you. I propose a casual outing so we can discuss these in further detail. Do you agree?â
It doesn't take long for you two to start going out.
PDA isn't her strong suit at all. Physical affection in general isn't something she's used to, and she's forever grateful that you don't push her to do things out of her comfort zone. She tries though, and will do things like brush her hand against yours or even give you a hug whenever she's feeling bold.
To an outsider you're both an unconventional couple, but manage to make it work with trust and constant communication. Give her some time and she'll warm up to you.
Lacey đ§ââïž
A sweet cutie who doesn't really change her attitude towards you even after you start dating, since she's always loved having you around. The two of you also confess at the same time, which leaves you as a pair of giggling messes at the irony of it.
Is your number one cheerleader when it comes to school academics. You may not be an official Blueberry student, but that doesn't mean you should be slacking in your classes! If you don't understand the material, don't you worry, she's already prepared a slideshow presentation going over it point by point. Will also reward you with kisses if you pay attention!
Lacey isn't huge on PDA either since she thinks it's unnecessary, but when it's just the two of you, she will never let go. You have successfully replaced Granbull as her favorite pillow of choice, since whenever you two have time off and she's tired, you'll probably take a snooze under a tree in the Coastal Biome.
When you get to meet her father, she's actually a bit nervous since she's never thought of dating before finishing school, but you try and be brave and reassure her that you'll try your best to give a good impression. He thinks you're alright, but gives you the good old father talk to make sure you won't hurt his little girl.
Will find ways to dot your Legendary lizard ride with gifts and affection since she thinks he's just too darn stinking cute, but don't worry, she still thinks you're the cutest!
Since Lacey's constantly worrying about things getting done around the League Club, it's your duty as her partner to get her to relax from time to time. You'll do your best by offering to share responsibilities and reminding her that breaks are very much needed.
âSweetie it's nighttime, you can finish in the morning. I'm tired and need cuddleeeess.â
âJust one more page and I'll be doneââ
âPlease Ms. Lacey! I need your cuteness to have a good night's sleep!â
âF-Fine, I'm coming! Flattering me to get what you want is just not right, ya know?â
Truly an iconic duo.
Drayton đ
Let's get one thing straight: this man doesn't confessâheck, he doesn't even ask you out! One day he just has his arms around you and plants a kiss on your cheek claiming that he'll follow your every command, all with a cheeky grin on his face. You're more than welcome to punch him for it and he'll still come crawling back.
Like most things in his life, Drayton takes your relationship slow and steady, not really wanting to push your boundaries (unless he wants to tease you) and having no rush to progress things. He's just a chill guy who wants to claim you before anyone else does.
You guys' ideal date is spending time together in the dorms after school hours, kicking back and relaxing with a movie or just talking about stuff that happened during the day. He's surprisingly a very good listener.
It's from these laid back conversations that he gets ideas for random gifts to get you. Did you need a new pair of gloves cause the old ones ripped? Some are waiting in the club room. You're running low on potions? A box full of them appears on your doorstep. Want to visit your friends in Paldea but can't find the time? Turns out Drayton took over your assignments for the day so you're free to go!
You're also the only person he'll allow himself to be tutored by. Will literally not listen to anyone unless it's you. Which is why you try to make sure the material is easy for him to digest + it's not boring typical schoolwork, but something he'll actually enjoy.
âOkay! Today we're going over math! Let's have a battle in the Polar Biome so you can see how probability applies in critical hits and such.â
âAww, my honey is catering to my needs? Aren't you the sweetest thing?â
âNo kisses until we're done, Drayton.â
âAlright, aye aye boss!â
He's an idiot, but he's your idiot.
Kieran đ
This boy has had a crush on you ever since you first met in Kitakami, but never had the courage to say anything since he was so shy. Now however, he doesn't say anything because he feels like he doesn't have the right to.
Kieran does is absolute best to try and be the boyfriend you deserve, even though it's his first relationship and he has no idea what he's doing half the time. The members of the League Club are surprised at first, but ultimately support you guys all the way!
He's not good at PDA, like, at all. He's still that shy and timid kid from Kitakami underneath it all, so he struggles with initiating affection even when it's just the two of you. You're the one who has to start the hugs and kisses, leaving him like a puddle of goo under your grasp.
Nightmares still plague him occasionally, mostly revolving the journey to Area Zero and how it all could've turned out for the worst if by some chance Terapagos decided to attack someone else. Maybe even you. If you're with him when they happen, you'll hold him tight and whisper sweet nothings into his ear until he calms down, or if he calls you to make sure you're okay, you'll stay on the phone with him until he falls asleep again.
âI'm sorry... I'm so sorry...â
âIt's okay Kieran. We're both okay, and that's all that matters.â
You two are the power couple that Blueberry Academy never expected, but deep down, you're just a pair of dorks who fawn over each other on a daily basis.
I really love how the game always makes sure we get a rescue moment with Diasomnia characters in every event if they are on it lol
It supports my agenda that Ramshackle and Diasomnia are connected to each other in lore (like both these dorms have heavy relation with History and Death)đđ»đđ». They are always on the lookout for their Young Master's friend... đ„șđđ
(Also yeah... Why did I just realize now that Malleus is the one who indirectly introduced us to other Diaso members.....đđ I find that so cute bcs usually the others are *supposed* to be the one looking for a friend for him but Malleus just mentioned us and Lilia was hyped about it and it all domino effect from there lol)
Also, surprise yeeeâŒïžâŒïžđ€șđ€ș I drew some of my mutuals OC's đ„°âšâš Yuuri Atsuisamui with Silver from @souslesetoilesavectoi and Hana Asteria with Lilia from @hanafubukki âšđ«¶đ»âšđ«¶đ»âš (i hope i did justice for your lovely oc's, sous and hana!!đ) And, Malleus is just with my yume oc, Citrineđ„°đ,,, also i need to interact to more sebek yumes... i only had the default prefect for himđ„č
Honestly there are other Diashackle moments that I want to include as well!! But these four are my most preciousđđ
Like that time in Sunset Savanna event, where Lilia pressured Leona to let us go to Sunset Savanna too or else he's not going lol (thank you peepawđđđâšâš) and that vignette with Sebek helping us carry the chairs and him protecting us when the chairs fell âŒïžđ„čđ
On the main story, Silver is the only one who asks us if we're fine from time to time and the fact he rescued us after Mickey's dream collapsed--- and ofc Malleus indirectly helping us on Book 3 bcs of the Gargoyle Analogy lol--- I LOVE IT đ„čđ«¶đ»âšđđđđđ
Even the events mentions how precious Ramshackle is to Diasomnia so đ€đ€đ€ thank you for being the backbone of many Yuu&Grim spotlight, Diasomnia-- Best dorm frfrâšâšđđđđđ
Can we have some family's moments plsssss đ„ș Like how the kings take care of the baby after birth (the skin-to-skin contact with the dads is so precious) and maybe some scenerio where they introduce their kids to the nobles pls đđ
I hesitated with this request for a long time (sorry! And thank you for your patience!), but I wanted to include everyone here. I needed some time. It's finally ready!
Satan
The pregnancy was as much fun (for Satan) as it was exhausting (for you). Of course, he supported you. Especially when you were screaming during labor that you hated him, and it was all his fault, and he almost cum feeling your anger. But to the point.
He is a truly excellent father and knows how to deal with children, because he has attended births many times. When he lies down next to you and holds your twins in his arms, the look on his face will be one of pure happiness (from tonight onwards there will be not one, but three pairs of headlights staring at you). He will gently support their heads and stroke them between the nubs that will later become horns. You've never seen him so calm before. So caring. As if suddenly, for a brief moment, all his wrath and depression disappeared.
As for the nobles - Satan needs to enjoy the kids, so when Leraye and Paimon come cooing at you and the baby, they'll get their ass kicked. There should be silence! You are tired, twins also need to get used to their parents. Although, Paimon and Leraye will be great guardians, just keep an eye on them all, because when they are having fun, they are really messy. Poor stuffed animals.
Sitri will be the first to have the honor of holding them (and changing their diapers). I think he will be most confused when he has to take care of children for the first time, because they are small, dependent and illogical. He'll learn quickly, especially with your help. Show him how to take care of little ones, and he will do well on the first try.
The best nanny will of course be Astaroth, he is perfect for children. After all, he was the one who started the legend of Santa Claus. (And I still headcanon him to be so old that he was little Satan's guardian). Zagan will be a little more shy, he will consider twins two little treasures, and slowly he will have to learn that they will not shatter like glass when he touches them (the demonstration will be a loving father who will lift the kid by the foot). Belial is also a great nanny, although Jiyu is forbidden from staying with the child for long periods of time.
Satan, of course, is the perfect father. He sometimes has stupid ideas, but he knows perfectly well how to do everything with children, and he would love to stay with you all the time if it weren't for the war and responsibilities.
Mammon
Every contact with Mammon is skin to skin contact. He will be exceptionally delicate. The baby is not so little (and labor wasn't easy), but in his hands it looks even smaller than usual.
He will let you enjoy your child as much as you want and will wait patiently for you to give them to him. During this time, his greed will only increase, but it feels good. After all, as his Master, no, as someone more - as his Wife, you have priority over everything. Especially the baby you gave him. He loves you even more for this, because you yourself are his treasure and you have given him something he never had before.
Bimet will be torn between hiring a nanny and keeping money, but greed will win. Even if he has to take care of the child. Although he will try to avoid his responsibilities as much as possible so that he can only be present while having fun. The kind of uncle who can play with a toddler until he or they start crying.
Valefor will be a much better guardian. He won't be afraid to change clothes and feed the baby, even if they throw gold-plated porridge. Strangely enough, while it won't always be cute, Eligos will take care of them the best of all. Mainly because good care means more attention and headpats for him. I don't know why, but I have the impression that Eligos will be the greatest help for you in raising, because he will be the least likely to spoil this already heavily spoiled child.
Beelzebub
As you expected, Beelzebub will appear very late, but for completely different reasons than you think. This date was etched in his memory like a stone. Except he doesn't know if it's safe, because the moment he sits next to you on the bed, looks at your tired smile, touches your baby⊠all his desire to wander will disappear. He will have a dangerous urge to give it all up and stay with you. See your child grow up. To look after you. Cursed angels and cursed war, he will destroy the entire Heaven, but he wants to stay with you. When he hugs the baby to his chest, his face shows genuine emotion⊠and pain. You don't need further assurances of how much he loves you.
There is a running joke that the kids will treat Bael as their father, but neither him nor Beel won't allow it. Bael don't like to be confused with him if he don't have to, after all. Also, even Nabe can tell them apart without glasses, and their children will be able to tell them even more. In everyday life he will actually be a good uncle. Like Sitri, he will need time (and energy) to get used to it, but... he has too much other work to do instead of raising a child.
Naberius won't really know what to do with the children. His greatest contribution would be to play with them, especially if he changed into his dog form. It's not that he doesn't want to help, but his brain freezes when you tell him to heat up the milk. You think it's cute and tell him to mainly keep an eye on them. Stolas is a little better help, but he's loud and energetic. While he can prepare a meal, he's not very good at changing diapers.
The royal nanny in this case will be Amon, if you can convince him to do so. The fact that these are Beelzebub's children should help. We know that if he wants, he can handle any situation very well, and besides, he is mainly our guard when we are at Avisos. This way, you will solve Bael's problem with the always sleeping Amon, and Amon himself will be happy, feeling part of your family.
Leviathan
It's not easy to read the emotions on Leviathan's face, but the way he holds your child, seemingly holding his breath so as not to harm them, made you feel warmer. Always perfect, now he looks like the most lost man in Hades. You will help him, position his hands to hold the baby properly, allow him to get used to the baby's gentleness, and tell him that babies need close contact to maintain body warmth and a steady heartbeat. When Leviathan hears this, he won't want to put the baby down for even a second. The only exception is when you are holding them. In fact, he's torn because when he gives you the baby back, he's jealous that he doesn't hold it, and when he holds it, he's jealous that he just had a beautiful sight of you holding them in your arms⊠Life is so hard.
I see him as the only king who is not a perfect father. Why should he be if he was no example? He didn't even have a childhood. Neither of you will mention it, but you will learn together how to take care of your baby. This will only bring you much closer. Especially since there is a lot of chaos and very little perfection in parents' lives. He will try as hard as he can, on his own, willingly, but sometimes kiss him and tell him that you will take care of the baby at night. He will be grateful to you for this. Especially since Leviathan will do everything to give your child a real childhood.
As for Orias, in this case Leviathan is much more cautious, but when he sees that his noble still prefers him to the child, then (his ego will be tickled) he will have no problem with him.
Iâve been following MH since its baby stages and I check in on your page every once in a while to see how updates are coming along, and one thing that never fails to piss me off is how after all this time, people still harass you about this damn story. Like, do they not realize at any given moment you could say âfuck itâ, kill all the characters off in a freak accident and deactivate? đ Then, what are they gonna do about their precious story? đ€Ł The entitlement is wild. Anyway, just letting you know Iâm still enjoying the story and the latest chapter was a masterpiece đ€đœ as usual. I will be patiently waiting to see what these two idiot lovebirds are gonna get themselves into next đ«Ł. Thank you for sharing your imagination and hard work with us Mimi! đ Have a great day/night!
Killing them off sounds very evil actually lmao
I donât know why they do that but they definitely push the boundaries countless time, itâs sad bc at the end of the day no matter how many times I talk about it and try to explain that treating anyone like this does more damage than good, itâs never gonna change. Itâs the never-ending circle and if I decide to end, theyâre gonna just move to another writer and do the same thing all over again. Those people simply donât care. Thatâs the saddest part.
So if you have a favorite writer or couple of them, let them know and always show them love & support! Let them know there are good readers, it can be very encouraging đâš
Ohhh!! Congratulations on reaching the 2k milestone!! So so proud of you and happy for you!! With your writing and ideas you deserve so many more followers!! Hereâs to hoping you gain more in the time you stay here!!
also donât think about being squished between wooyoung, seonghwa and san as they congratulate you for all your hard work by ruining you on their cocks and smothering you in kisses and praises đđ
aah;; thank you so much roo!! I appreciate you soso much, seriously. tysm for all your support!! <3<3 how dare you add a kiss emoji after that sentence istg I'm gonna kiss fight you đ«” made me short-circuit or whatever >_< the visual though.....yummy. this is a little short bc writing four people is kinda difficult shfhjd happy reading!~
pairing: jung wooyoung x choi san x fem!reader x park seonghwa
w.c.: 0.5k
tags: smut, cockwarming, oral (f), fluffy, praise, a sprinkle of mxm
nsfw under cutâminors dni!
Leaning back into Seonghwaâs chest, the sweat on your back binding with that covering his skin and spreading heat through the new point of contact, his arms encircling your waist to push you further into his lap. Plush lips pressed against your temple, and his thumb rubbed soothing lines over your side while he rutted up into you, his cock encased within your throbbing heat, still while the other two ravished you.
Sanâs mouth left trails of spit over down your body, his tongue catching the alkaline taste of your sweat as it moved back up to your neck, his lips brushing over Seonghwaâs before returning to sucking bruises into your delicate skin. Soft groans sounded in your ears, Sanâs in the left and Seonghwaâs in the right, the squelch of your pussy taking his cock harmonizing with that of the veiny hand pumping Sanâs pulsing length.
Wooyoungâs tongue wrapped around your clit, his body laid fat between your legs as he rutted into the mattress, sucking on your stretched entrance to catch the slick gushing out. One hand rested on your inner thigh, lax as you spread yourself out without his intervention, the other worked over Sanâs cock, feeling it twitch as he squeezed out an endless stream of precum from the angry cockhead.
Seonghwaâs voiceârumbly with lustâflowed into your ear, âour good girl, is she enjoying her little party?â
You nodded, rolling your head back to rest on his shoulder while restlessly fidgeting on his cock. San, with your nipple trapped between his teeth, chuckled.
âSheâs getting needy,â he flicked the perked-up bud with his pointer, leaning back to take you in properly, a sigh leaving his lips when Wooyoung squeezed around his base. âOh darling, but weâve only just begun.â
âStop teasing our precious angel,â with an irritated huff, Wooyoung gave your clit a harsh suck before pulling away, looking up at the older man with impatience painting his features. âHyung, fuck her properly or I will.â
Seonghwa rolled his eyes, yet pushed Wooyoung out the way and bent his body forward, gently placing you down on your stomach with his cock still stuffed inside you. He watched how it sunk into your tight hole, how your inner thighs were coated with your arousal, throbbing inside you at the visual. Rutting his hips at a languid pace, all three men silently watched how Seonghwa buried himself in your heat, the veiny shaft disappearing behind your ass with every thrust. Wooyoungâs sudden âhurryâ dragged him out of his thoughts, and he knew he had to get on with it if the others wanted to have a turn as well. Though with Wooyoung wrapped around Sanâs broader figure, his hand reaching forward to once again wrap around his cock while San fucked up and into his fist, it seemed as though they might not need to ravish you after all.
Seonghwa pressed himself to your back, your chests rising and falling in unison and his hot breath fanning over your cheek, a soft whisper against your heated skin igniting a million fires within you,
âLet me show our pretty baby just how proud sheâs made us.â
âThe essence of "redamancy", when loving someone, resides in finding oneself wholeheartedly committed to another person. It involves investing time, effort, and emotions to build a relationship based on trust, empathy, and understanding. Redamancy emphasizes the idea of love in its purest form, where both individuals feel valued, supported, and cherished by one another. In this context, loving someone through redamancy means having an unwavering appreciation and admiration for their unique qualities and accepting them as they are, flaws and all. It entails fostering a deep emotional bond that brings joy, warmth, and fulfillment to both individuals involved. Love, translated through redamancy, is an enriching experience that nourishes and uplifts the lives of those involved, creating a sense of security, happiness, and contentment.â
⊠pairing: daniel ricciardo x famous!latina!reader
⊠type: social media au
⊠fc: becky g
⊠warnings: female!reader, covid-19 & quarantine mentions, age gap, language, slight mention of mature themes.
f1gossipofficial NEW WAG ALERT đš After months of speculations, we can finally see them together! Daniel and Y/N arrived at the paddock for the Tuscan GP today and it's fair to say, she knows how to make an entrance đ„ It's the first time Ricciardo introduces a WAG to the paddock đ„°
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user she's wearing heels and he's still a head taller than her đ„ș THEIR HEIGHT DIFFERENCE IS TOO FUCKING CUTE đâ€ïž
user she's just a smol đ€đ» cinnamon roll â€ïž
user2 đđđđ
user3 what the fuck is she wearing? đ she needs to hire a stylist because she looks like a fucking clown. This reflects badly on Daniel đ€ź
user she's serving Y2K style đ„đ„đ„ also why tf would it reflect badly on him the way she dresses??? đ I think she looks gorgeous!
user4 They have been together since January, but the picture of them walking next to each other is like they don't even know each other đ
user5 can't believe Daniel hasn't dump her unfaithful ass yet đ she must be really good at the things that she does on the mattress đ€ź
user the only thing she's probably worth for, he might as well take advantage of it Imao
user6 The amount of hate this girl receives when all she does is just appear, no one knows her personally but ends up throwing opinions based on her looks and a couple of tabloids. Lol. Fangirls are crazy! đ
Don't say it, don't say it, OKAY I'm saying it: I'M FEELING 22!! đ
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salmahayek Happy birthday hermosa â€ïž
danielricciardo Who needs a four-leaf clover when I've got you by my side? Just call me Danny Ricc, the luckiest bloke around! đ
taylorswift Everything will be alright if we just keep dancing like we're 22! đ„ł Happy happy birthday my angel! There was happiness because of you đ„°
user stop acting all innocent we all know you are a fucking slut
userA yourinstagram we can tell by all the guys you let into your bed đ
florencepugh Happy birthday to a special soul â€ïž
fioamato Happiest 22nd year babe! Wish we could be together to celebrate. Te amo un mundo â€ïž
sofiareyes Feliz vida reinotaaaa! đ„łđ„°
user2 sos una gran ridĂcula đ
user3 stop shoving it in our faces every 5 minutes jesus christ, we already know the only way you can stay relevant is fucking your way through talented people
reesewhiterspoon Happy birthday to my favorite resident loud persona!
jvn Happiest birthday babe! Becoming friends with you has shown me a strength & kindness that is v rare. You're brave, smart AF, and the talent is next level & quite literally iconic. Grateful to know you & call you a frand!! Love you to pieces Queen! xx
llane Feliz cumpleaños hermanita đ te deseo muchas bendiciones! â€ïž
lilymhe as a wise woman once said: It seems like one of those nights, we ditched the whole scene and end up dreaming, instead of sleeping đâš
user4 Oh I didn't know it was international snakes day đđ
lewishamilton happy birthday sis đ hope you had lots of fun x
instagram birthdays and F1 races make a winning combo
user5 I hope you are aware you're just a bed-warmer until he finds something better đ
user6 Those who are throwing her hate, is everything okay at home? You must all be excellent people and role models đ
user6 who else lives through celebrities holiday posts? Buon Natale, Daniel and Y/N đ
user7 dude, based on the recent news lately popping up on my feed (that I did not even care to know about), I hope you get yourself to an std clinic to get tested. I see you are in your russian roulet phase- no judgement. sincerely, I wish you the best
user8 this comment section reeks of jealousy it does not pass the vibe check at. all. đ€đ€đ€ it's fucking christmas guys, what the fuck is wrong with y'all leave them the fuck alone!
user9 they are so many wonderful and interesting people in the world, but you chose Y/N... disappointing. You could sincerely do so much better
user10 Love it or hate it, they are living their best life. Haters can keep commenting, but they're just a bunch of jealous basic bitches lmao ANYWAYS, MERRY CHRISTMAS GUYS! Keep being fucking iconic! â€ïž
user11 To all the haters out there, keep commenting. Love knows no bounds and Daniel deserves exactly who he's chosen đ
Same girlie here who requested part 2 of Eddie and pregnant reader, thank you it was soooo sweet đ„čđ Imagining a little Munson is the cutest thing ever.
I was wondering if youâd ever do first time dad Eddie talking to his infant while rocking them to sleep as he paces in their nursery? Itâs Eddieâs turn on the night shift of baby feeding and he takes that time to tell the baby whatever is on his chest at the moment.
Just a thought! Thanks so much đđđđđđ
Hii!! You're very welcome and thank you so much for supporting me!!
This one got me in the depth of my heart, I just couldn't bear to not think of him as the greatest dad, even if he was messy sometimes!!
Warning: None, just a whole lotta fluffiness
In the nursery, a clock read 2:30 AM in soft, red digital numbers. Eddie sat in a comfortable, padded rocking chair, his eyes heavy with fatigue as he wrapped your hungry baby in his arms. The room was bathed in the faint, soft glow of a nightlight, casting gentle shadows on the walls.
His movements are slow and deliberate to avoid any sudden jolts, lifting the baby to his chest. He grabbed a small nursing bottle with breast milk, gently offering it to the baby, who immediately started suckling on it. Eddie's mind wandered as he stared into the night, his thoughts a mixture of exhaustion and profound contentment.
He thought about the challenges of parenthood, as his first time being a father, and the deep bond that was forming between him and his child during these late-night feedings. As the baby finished feeding and their little tummy felt full, Eddie carefully burped them, the gentle patting motion lulling the baby into a state of drowsiness. With great care, he repositioned the baby in his arms.
The room was dimly lit, bathed in the soft glow of a nightlight that cast a gentle, warm hue across the nursery. The air was filled with the hushed sounds of a lullaby playing softly from a nearby speaker. Eddie stood by the crib, his tired eyes reflecting the weariness of a long day, but his heart brimming with love.
In his arms, he cradled his precious baby, who was nestled snugly in a cozy, pastel-colored blanket. The baby's tiny fingers curled around one of Munson's index fingers, a sight that never failed to melt his heart.
Eddie's free hand gently supported the baby's head, ensuring it was cradled securely. As he began to sway gently back and forth, his movements synced with the rhythm of the lullaby.
The chair beneath him creaked softly, a familiar sound that had become a soothing backdrop to these late-night rituals. Eddie's voice, a soothing baritone, filled the room as he softly started a conversation with his infant.
His words were gentle and tender, a promise of love and protection. The baby's eyes, still so round and innocent, gazed up at him with a mixture of curiosity and trust. "I am so thankful your mommy trusted me with this. She's absolutely one hell of a woman for doing that".
While he still looked at the small child in his arms, he couldn't help but smile at his thoughts. The very day you called him, a nervous tone in your voice as you told him you wanted to have a conversation, made him feel nervous. He thought about all the possibilities the subject might be, making him almost sick.
"And she made sure you're going to be a Munson too, it just made me love her even more", he chuckles lightly, shaking his index finger slowly. Outside, a gentle rain began to fall, and the pitter-patter of droplets against the window added a comforting layer to the ambiance.
Eddie's lips brushed against the baby's downy head, and he breathed in the sweet, milky scent that was uniquely their own. The world beyond the nursery seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in this quiet, intimate moment.
Munson's heart swelled with love as he watched his baby's eyelids grow heavy, the tiny lashes fluttering before finally closing. With each gentle sway, the baby's breathing grew slower and deeper, a sign that sleep was approaching.
Eddie continued to rock, his movements a tender dance born of love and exhaustion. In that serene room, time seemed to stand still, and Eddie knew that he would cherish these moments forever.
As your baby drifted off to sleep, he whispered sweet nothings and promises of a bright future, knowing that he would always be there to protect and care for the precious life in his arms.
You walked in on him holding your child and you instantly smile at the scene. God, you loved watching the way he would effortlessly paces your baby. Eddie caught your glance and opened the biggest smile, using the index finger the baby is holding to wave at you in the sweetest way as possible.
You mutter the words "I love you" and he mirrors you, blowing you a gentle kiss. Before leaving the room, he made sure your baby was safe in the crib, well-fed and quietly sleeping. Munson never thought, in a million years, he would become a father that soon, without a warning. But the efforts and the promises he made you were the only support he needed to stand by you.
Every time he was there taking care of the child, he couldn't help but to imagine how the next years would follow. He was still 19, a long way ahead of him, an unexplored future he had no idea about. But those moments in the present already made him feel fulfilled.
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event | august '23 general requests blurb night
summary | ransom has a surprise encounter with your little niece.
pairing | soft!ransom drysdale x auntie!reader (+ reader's baby!niece)
warnings | SOFT RANSOM IS BACK. just soooo fluffy, like unbearable amounts of fluff hehe. written from reader's pov, but most of it is just ran & da baby <3
word count | 689
requested by @brandycranby | hiiiiii eun âšđ for blurb night, maybe we could see a fluff or hurt/comfort + unexpectedly soft!ransom + baby? like a teeny tiny chubby wubby baby đ„ș
an | aaaahhhhh i'm so glad you sent in this request brandy bby, i've been DYING to write soft!ran lately and this is just the sweetest idea ever ever, hope you enjoy sweet friend and thank you for the amazing idea!!
You don't hear Ransom as he returns home from work, tossing his bag beside the door with a quiet grumble. As always, he's not in the best mood after spending nearly six hours at his grandfather's, helping the old writer with the logistics of his business. He can't wait to spend time with you, the sunshine that always brightens his day and erases any worries that might be floating around in his mind. He doesn't see you as he looks around the living room, but what he does see catches him off guard. On the floor, across the room, sits a strange-looking contraptionâ some sort of swing. He lets out a gasp as he sees what's sitting inside: a tiny baby whose big, bright eyes are looking over at him with a darling sense of curiosity.
"Oh my," Ransom hums to himself. He stands frozen for a few moments, looking around the room again. You're nowhere to be found. "Now what are you doing here all alone?" he hums softly, finally building up the courage to start making his way over to the swing.
He stops several feet away, just observing the tiny being. Judging by the sweet pink lettering on her jumper that spells out Mama's Girl, he's able to easily guess the infant's gender. "My goodness," the large man whispers, his face softening as the sweet little girl smiles at the sound of his voice, "you're so tiny. What're you doing here, hmm? Was y/n looking after you this afternoon?"
He sits down cross-legged on the floor, scooting himself up a bit more as the baby sways gently in the swing, clapping her tiny hands together clumsily to show the stranger that she's happy to see him. Ransom bites back a smile, reaching out a hand to brush back the little one's thin tufts of hair. "Hi there, pretty girl," he murmurs, "Are you clappin' for me? That's so nice of you, sweetheart. What a smart girl you are."
The infant claps a few more times, giggling softly as a defeated smile finally crosses the brown-haired man's face. "You're too sweet," he admits, stroking the baby's chubby little cheek. "I wonder where y/n is, hmm? Have you seen her?" he asks comically, his grin widening as the baby just continues to wiggle and smile in the swing. "You wanna come out, sweetheart? C'mere, let me hold you."
His hands are steady and careful as he gently unbuckles her from the swing, being sure to support her neck and head as he lifts her up and brings her to his chest. "Oh my," his voice flutters as she tucks her tiny head against his shoulder, snuggling right up to him. "There you go, angel. I got you," he whispers, stroking her hair as he bounces her gently in his arms.
"Welcome home," you giggle as you enter the doorway to the kitchen, your heart swelling at the sight of the giant man holding the tiny baby so carefully, as if she's the most precious thing in the world.
"Look, there's y/n!" Ransom coos excitedly to the little one, causing her to look over at you and offer you a huge, toothless smile. "I bet she missed you!"
"Looks like you're Uncle Ran, huh?" you joke as you join the two on the floor, rubbing the tiny girl's back as Ransom sways and cradles her. "Never knew you liked babies."
"Me neither," the man chuckles, looking down at your niece with the gentlest smile. "But I think this little one might've changed my mind. Look at how tiny she is. So tiny and precious, aren't you?" he fusses her again, earning a chorus of giggles from the baby as he messes her hair carefully. "How long is she staying?" Ransom asks, looking back up at you. "Can we see her again soon? I'll take off work, Harlen won't mindâ we should bring her over to see him! He loves kids."
"Hey, hey, slow down," you laugh, leaning over to kiss the sweet man's forehead as you remind him, "I haven't even told you her name yet."
First of all, thank you to everyone who writes Viktor fanfics, I appreciate your humanitarian work.
More words of praise to EVERYONE who acknowledges Viktor's Czech accent and uses Czech words in their works. Love you! đ (I feel seen. đ„șđ„șđ„ș)
To make your hard work easier, I've decided to create a brief "vocabulary" of words you might find useful:
- I've seen this used a lot: milĂĄÄek. It's a softened term of endearment, meaning "my love(lie)". Czech is an inflectional language so if you would like to be extra, you can use it in the form "milĂĄÄku" which is a vocative form used to address someone. But it's not necessary.
- zlato/zlatĂÄko - zlato means gold, zlatĂÄko is a softened form and both are used in the same context as "dear" or "sweetheart"
- lĂĄska = love, vocative form is "lĂĄsko"
- mazel/mazlĂÄek = there are two respective meanings. The first is "a pet", the second is "someone who likes to cuddle". (One of my favourite words btw.)
- milĂœ/milĂĄ - used as dear or you can say mĂĄ milĂĄ (girlfriend) or mĆŻj milĂœ (boyfriend), same issue - milĂœ is male, milĂĄ is female.
- nejmilovanÄjĆĄĂ - a long word, yes, but a very simplified rule - the longer the word is, the more endearing it gets. :D This one means "dearest" but with extra steps. Plus it's gender neutral. :)
- ĆĄroubeÄek = a very soft version of both "a screw" and "a bolt" and it's extremely cringe to say in Czech but it's so damn Viktor-coded :D (Vocative = ĆĄroubeÄku)
Since I've noticed some of y'all are also using the notion of Viktor sometimes swearing in Czech (which I support because I'm 100% sure he switches languages when he's worked up), here are some, sorted from the "okayish" to "the rudest shit you can get":
- proboha = my god
- hovadina/blbost = a stupid thing (to do, say)
- jeĆŸiĆĄ = jesus
- sakra = damn
- blbec = a stupid person, blbeÄek = a stupid person but you are nice about it
- ty vole = heavier damn
- kurva = the same as the Polish one :D, "Co to kurva je?" = What the fuck is this?
- zkurvenĂœ = fucking
- svinÄ = swine
- srĂĄÄ = fucker
- do prdele = fuck
- nasrat (na to) = fuck (it)
- jebat (na to) = fuck (it)
- mrdat (na to) = fuck (it)
- do piÄi! = FUCK (like a very mean fuck, you say this when you are like extra angy)
My DMs are open to anyone who needs some advice regarding this or anything Czech language related. I'm happy to help!
Sarah can I please ask for Steve rushing to meet dotty? đđđ„č
Hiii lovey!! I will gladly give you Steve after rushing to the hospital to meet his new bestie! I hope you enjoyđ
-find all things It Was Just One Night hereâš
âDude why is your hair wet-â âout of my way Munson Iâm here to meetâŠholy shit sheâs so cuteâŠyou didnât tell me she was going to be so small and so..so precious.â âDid you just call my daughter precious? Was that a Lord of the Rings reference?â âEddieâŠI really donât have time to talk nerd shit with you right now Iâm literally staring at my niece.â âShould IâŠleave you two alone?â âYes.â âJeeze no need for both of you to shoutâŠIâll uh go get some coffeeâŠenjoy your time with her HarringtonâŠsheâs kinda amazing and youâre gonna be obsessed.â âDo you want to hold her Stevie?â âAm..IâŠallowed to?â âOf course youâre allowed toâŠcome hereâŠnow just be sure to support her headâŠthere you go youâre a natural.â âOh uhm I brought you something itâs wrapped up in my jacket.â âYou donât have to get meâŠoh my god.â âI know Eddieâs always on your ass about water but figured if you had a cute cup to drink it from then itâd be easier.â âItâs pinkâŠand glittery oh itâs perfect Stevie thank you.â âItâs the least I could doâŠI mean you literally made a human and all I did was have someone make you a cupâŠâ âI did do that didnât I?âŠmake a whole human.â âYou didâŠand sheâs perfect.â âShe really isâŠI love her so much itâs kinda concerning me like they took her away for half a day to do some test and I was a mess the whole time.â âI understandâŠI donât think Iâll be able to stay away that longâŠgonna have to coordinate weekly Stevie and Polka Dot hang out sessions.â âFigured Thursdays would be best since thatâs when the dungeon master holds his little meetings.â âOnly one day a week?â âI mean you know where we liveâŠcome by anytimeâŠor ya know call me and Iâll see if Iâm up for people but Iâll never tell you that you canât come see her even if I donât wanna see you.â âWhy wouldnât you want to see me?â âYou know how I getâŠpeople annoy me.â âThatâs trueâŠso howâs he been since sheâs arrived? Still worried heâs gonna leave and never come back?â âHeâs actually been greatâŠhe just stares at her and gets this goofy grin on his face and I meanâŠI think Iâll always be worried heâs gonna leave itâs justâŠwho I am as a person.â âThatâs goodâŠIâm glad itâs all worked out for youâŠbut remember I can still attempt to kick his ass if you need me to even though you could probably handle it yourselfâŠIâm always gonna be here for youâŠand little miss perfect over hereâŠâ âThanks SteveâŠyouâre the best.â âI knowâŠâ âsoâŠabout your hairâŠâ âi didnât have time to blow dry it so itâs just drying on its ownâŠtell me it doesnât look horribleâŠâ âno noâŠhorrible itâs the word Iâd useâŠbut uhmâŠletâs be glad Dot canât really open her eyes or see very well yetâŠâ âoh god itâs that bad?â âIâm just kidding Stevie you look fine.â âWe donât joke about hairâŠthatâs our one rule okay little Dot? Hair is serious business and one day Iâll help you come up with a routine thatâll give you the best hair on the block.â âIâm sure she canât wait for thatâŠâ âI already love her.â âShe has that effect on people.â âI love you too of courseâŠdonât worry.â âThanks SteveâŠI love you too now Iâm gonna take a napâŠyou can just hold her or put her back in her bed if youâd like?â âOh Iâm not putting her down until I absolutely have to.â âOkay thatâll be in about half an hour when itâs time to feed herâŠâ âokay thenâŠjust take your nap and we will be here on the couchâŠIâll tell her all about how her mom and dad met.â âSteven AndrewâŠ.â âJust kidding just kiddingâŠIâll save that for her eighteenth birthday.â
I have a hard time committing to reading long fanfictions so I donât really read any aside from one shots.
I am still an avid follower of yours because your art and drawings are INSANELY GOOD. Like, professional-looking good. Criminal-itâs-only-fan-art-and-not-paid-art good đ. Iâm thirsty for every drawing you throw at us in your magnanimity, thereâs that pinch sweetness into it.. idk how to even describe it. I may even download them into a file on my phone to have a look from time to time with all my favourite artists⊠đ
Anyway, I am awed by people like you who produce an insane amount of content that takes TIME and DEDICATION, FOR FREE. Sharing entertainment like you do is admirable and should only be rewarded with positivity.
I am really grateful for what you all dedicated creative people in the Hogwarts Legacy fandom share with us đđž.
Ended up having fun drawing Clora, but I donât have your talent.
Damn I canât send a picture while being anonymous on Tumblr, well here goes my online social anxietyâŠwill I hit sendâŠ..
OH MYYY GOD WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE YALL OMG also you do NOT need to worry about the fact you havent read my fic, 500k words (and counting) is a commitment LMFAO. but im glad you like my art sm, and thank you for the support!!đAND ALSO FOR THAT CUTE ASS DRAWING OF CLORA SHES PRECIOUS im so glad u sent this even tho it wouldnt let you send it on anon BAHAHA (i get it tho i also hate sending messages off anon, even tho theyre just nice ones LOL)
AND U DO HAVE TALENT look at her shes so adorable and the way you coloured her so softly and with like those watercolour looking textures is so nice to look at, im glad you had fun drawing her!!đ AND NOW MY MODERN AU BRAINROT IS EVEN STRONGER SO TY FOR THE FOODđ€€đ€€
kong wei, who worked with XZ during ADLAD spoke about him in an interview and said her son actually likes XZ. She also feels that XZ he has a very pleasant voice for stage plays, he has very good sensibility, and he also has a very good expressiveness.
i remember her also posting about hidden blade during itâs run, especially praising wyb when she saw people scolding him online.
well sheâs got good taste. âšđ
caption for post about wyb: Today I watched "Hidden Blade" and accidentally saw a video where Wang Yibo was scolded and cried. I want to say that Xiao Wang in "Hidden Blade" is great. The world is so big that it is impossible to satisfy everyone's preferences. You can refuse.Look, but donât hurt! Anyway, I support it.
caption for post about xz: (which actually was already hinting at his son being a fan of xz) Thank you Zhanzhan for the gift. I took it home after the performance in Wuhan. There was a water cup in it. I gave it to my son, but later I found out that he didnât use it. I asked him why and he said that it was just a souvenir and he just put it on the desk! He thinks it's precious! Che's 12-year-old son is a fan of Xiao Zhan, and I shared with him what I saw of Xiao Zhan when I got home! I said Xiao Zhan was very good this time. The key is that he worked very hard and he has talent! on stage has good sensibility and strong expressiveness! And the voice is very nice.......We all love you! Your #ćŠæąŠäčæąŠ# and your number 5 make us love it!
Warnings- I'm really not aware of any for this chapter? A little bit of foul language, one food mention, let me know if I missed anything
Author's Note- Technically still on hiatus but surprise!!, I finished something lol! I struggled a lot looking for connective tissue writing this and decided screw it, I'm just gonna put a bunch of scenes together and hope they still flow.....if this chapter had a theme song, it would be Myrtle Beach by Sunny Ledfurd and it would deserve it's own warnings, so I leave it to you to decide if you want to look it up, lol! Big thanks as always to @wildemaven for listening to me whine and supporting me as I figure out what I'm doing đ
Ava falls into a routine over the next few days, one that as best as Dieter can tell is designed solely to drive him nuts. She's up early and over to the lobby, banging on the inner office door and yelling at him that the coffee's ready. When he manages to get off the couch- he really needs to stop crashing down here- and stumbles out to the lobby, she nags him about the whole lack of breakfast options situation.
And then she disappears for a few hours every day and Dieter goes back to sleep. Like a normal human being. It's like the goddamn Energizer bunny has infiltrated his space. She's just always doing something. It's exhausting.
He has brief moments where he misses the way Anika just worked around him and let him be and even if that was less tiring, he realizes it probably wasn't very healthy either. Ava is slowly breaking him out of the funk he's wasted the last two years of his life in and he'd be lying to himself if he didn't admit that part of him, a larger part than he maybe realized, enjoys having a purpose again. Even a small one.
She's already bullied him into cleaning up the back office, moving furniture and desks and filing cabinets for fucks sake, like he's used to this kind of manual labor all because she thinks it should be a functional space and not just his own personal little man cave.
"You can keep your big squishy sofa and your precious tv and your absolutely ridiculous hippo coffee table. But we're gonna keep them over there," gesturing to one half of the room. "And then over here, people can work."
And then she'd proceeded to go through all seven million filing cabinets she'd made him move- full of old tax records, and licenses and invoices and God only knows what else and then she hit paydirt, if you're into that kinda thing, which apparently she is. Scrapbooks and photographs and the original blueprints for the hotel.
"They always wanted a pool," Dieter muses, looking at the blueprints. "It was never in the budget. And they wouldn't take my money."
"You could do it now. In the off season if you wanted. Nothing stopping you," Ava shrugs.
She's right. He could. He tucks that thought away for later.
"Hey, Miss Rose?" Dieter asks from the doorway of Ava's room. "That woman staying here, the reporter, she bothering you?"
"No, baby, she just asked me some questions and took my picture. Said she's writing a book."
"A book?"
"Not about you, baby. She called it slice of life. Whatever that means," Rose laughs.
"Oh," Dieter relaxes a little bit but makes a mental note to ask Ava about that later. "What do you think of her?"
"You know the rules, baby. You wanna talk, you have to help me work."
Dieter does know the rules. Rose has been working at the motel since before his mom dumped him here and it's always been the same, if he wanted to hang around and pester her or any of the other housekeeping staff, he had to make himself useful.
Dieter sighs but he dutifully steps into the room and grabs the other side of the sheet she's just tossed on the bed.
"So, Ava?"
"You like her, baby?" Rose grins. She's always been able to read him like an open book and this time is no exception.
"Maybe," he admits sheepishly as they finish making the bed. "Which is just dumb right? It's not like she's staying, she's only here a couple weeks."
"Oh, I think you could sway her if you wanted to. That girl's looking for roots. She'd be a good fit for you, baby. Keep you on your toes."
"You think so?" He asks absently as he picks up various perfume bottles and lotions on her dresser, giving them all a sniff before sitting them back down and moving on to the next thing. He opens a drawer full of silky lacy underthings and his brain short circuits. Is this the kind of thing she's wearing under those tiny shorts he spends way too much time imagining peeling her out of? Good Lord.
"I did," Rose says, reaching over him to slam the drawer closed, barely giving him time to get his fingers out of the way. "But if you don't stop going through her underwear, I'm going to tell her you're a creep and she should stay away from you. What is wrong with you, Dieter Anthony! I swear you were raised better than to snoop through a guests things."
Dieter holds his hands up in surrender and starts backing out of the room, he knows when he's been beaten.
"Hey, DB, come play tourist with me."
"What?"
"You never leave the hotel, come play tourist with me. It'll be fun. We'll go to Peaches, get some hot dogs first."
"I was getting ready to watch Harvey," he whines.
"We can watch Harvey tonight. For the seven thousandth time. Please, Dieter?"
"We can't just leave the place unattended."
"It won't be unattended, Austin's here."
"Who the fuck is Austin?"
"Your new afternoon front desk help. You're welcome."
Dieter scrambles off the sofa and peeks out at the reservation desk and the scrawny sun-bleached blonde currently chilling with his feet up on the counter before turning back to Ava.
"You can't just go around hiring people and he looks like a bum!" He stage whispers.
"You're one to talk," Ava snorts. "He's not a bum. He's a lifeguard. And someone has to hire people around here."
"What do you even know about this person?"
"A lot. We hang out. He's saving up so he can go work at a ski resort this winter. Teach kids how to snowboard. He's cool. And smarter than he looks." Ava grabs Dieter's hand and drags him out of the office. "Now let's go."
Dieter reluctantly shuffles along behind her, glaring at Austin the whole time and the kid offers him a big bright white smile.
"Hey, Ava, check it!" Austin yells as they pass, pointing at the computer screen. "Spider solitaire! I can play, right?"
"Myrtle Beach, Myrtle Beach, Myrtle Beach. Goddamn, I love Myrtle Beach!" Ava sings as they walk along the boardwalk and Dieter laughs.
"No, do not get that stuck in my head, Ava. I'm begging you."
"Ha! But you know it, don't you? C'mon. It's so appropriate. You might've passed on the airbrushed tee-shirt but I saw you grab the saltwater taffy and it's bike week and we're missing the Pavilion."
"Everyone will always miss the Pavilion," Dieter agrees, looking towards the empty space that his mind's eye still fills in with the large sand-colored building that had stood there for most of his life. The shade and cool relief it offered from the scorching sun, the sounds of the arcade and the million games of skeeball played, tickets won and traded in for silly trinkets.
"Can I tell you a secret?" Dieter asks and Ava nods, leaning against the boardwalk railing and giving him her full attention. "I flew in to watch the demolition and cried like a baby the whole flight back to LA. No one knows that, I didn't tell anyone I was here. Not even my grandparents. I just....I didn't have a lot of friends growing up here, I was always the weird kid. But the couple I did have, we spent so much time at the arcade or the amusement park. The rickety ass roller coasters and the ancient carousel. Even just sitting at the fucking organ shooting the shit. I know they moved some of it, but it's not the same. It'll never be the same."
Ava studies him, lost in his thoughts, staring at an empty lot and seeing only the past. She likes this side of him. She likes how real he's been with her about things, not just today, but his willingness in general to humor her and answer all her questions about himself and his family and the motel and she impulsively leans in and kisses his cheek bringing his attention back to her.
"What was that for?" He grins.
"Just a thank you. For sharing that with me. So one secret deserves another, right?" She laces her fingers through his and pulls him a little ways down the boardwalk, stopping in front of the Gay Dolphin. "Behold- my most favorite place at the beach."
"Ava, no," he laughs. "Why here?"
"It's an institution, right? A testament to all that is cheap and tacky. The ultimate tourist trap," she smiles at him as they walk inside and Dieter swears his knees actually go weak. "It's cluttered and messy and an absolutely delightful maze of levels to get lost in and you never know what's around the next corner. Will it be novelty ashtrays shaped like sandcastles or porcelain clown figurines for some insane reason? You just never know! It's an adventure!"
Dieter's toying with the shark tooth necklace Ava insisted he just had to have- one of many "treasures" they left the Gay Dolphin loaded down with- running his fingers along the soft leather cord, feeling the rough edges and point of the tooth and then back up the cord while the credits for Harvey play out on the television screen and he knows any second now Ava will lift her head off his shoulder, stretch, and tell him she should go and he realizes he doesn't want her to.
He never really does, but it's different today, it's more than not wanting to be alone, left to his own devices. It's her. He wants her company. He wants her bright eyes and warm laughter, the way she teases him and banters without giving a shit about who he is, or who the rest of the world thinks he is. This whole ridiculous day of playing tourist with her has been the best day he's had in a long time and he's not ready for it to end.
"Hey, Ava, do you wanna have sex with me?" He blurts it out of a long ingrained habit but it's not really what he means and he struggles to explain. "I mean....just like you don't have to go....do you want to stay?"
Ava picks her head up to study him and then she grins, turning to slide a leg over him and settling herself squarely in his lap. Dieter trails his hands up her thighs, the way he's imagined countless times, tucking his fingertips right under the ragged hem of her shorts while she wraps her arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair and holy shit, he didn't ever imagine that would actually work on her.
"I really had a lot of fun today, but not tonight, movie star," Ava laughs. And then she kisses him. Soft. Sweet. Testing the waters. And God yes, is he receptive. And then she's pulling away way entirely too soon to suit him and he kinda hates the groan of disappointment that escapes him as she gathers her things and leaves the office.
Seems like she's always walking away and he's just sitting here like a dumb ass watching her.
"That's not a hard no?" He yells after her and the sound of her laughter floats back to him. He'll take it.
Summary: In which Executor Rosehearts thinks about the future QueenâŠ
Ship: Executor!Riddle Rosehearts X [future] Queen of Hearts!Reader
Fandom: Twisted Wonderland
Warnings: Mentions of beheading, public executions and blood. Riddle is an executor in this after all! Also some yandere-ish behaviour from Riddle
Authorâs Note: Hello my dear costumers~ I am sincerely sorry for having been gone for 4 months. Writerâs block and school had me GOOD, sadly. Iâve been to âShantiâ by wotaku ft KAITO and it actually inspired me to write this haha. I also have multiple drafts going on, letâs see if I manage to upload them and finish them any time soon. Aside from that, I will use this as an announcement for my art sideblog @sirins-void on which I actually upload. Until then, this must suffice.
SPECIAL THANKS TO: My one and only Queen @l0laaa-ita for supporting me and being such an inspiration! Ilysm đ
Word Count: 438
It is a soldierâs duty to serve his Queen. Anything she wants, she shall get. That is a soldierâs duty. That is what Riddle Rosehearts swore his life to. To protect you and listen to your every beck and call; his Queenâs happiness above all. And yet, how come he was jealous of every single one of your suitors? None of them were worthy! That was why he felt such joy and relief when you dismissed every single one your parents brought in, right? He merely wanted the best for the future Queen of Hearts, is all. That was precisely why he was always around you. To fulfil his duty of course. Not because of ridiculous reasons like him wanting to be the suitor you chose - Trey and Cater really did have radiant fantasies, spewing atrocities on his precious Queenâs name by claiming that âsheâll never find a suitor if she keeps rejecting everyone.â You were merely a lady of high status, beauty and Grace - itâs only natural youâd want to find someone just like that for yourself.
You only deserve the best. Anything below that is merely an insult to your excellency. That was why he accepted becoming an executor anyways - sure, his position as a soldier was just as good, however getting to serve you so closely, and ridding all those worthless bastards of their life at your command was just what he wanted. Sometimes, even he had such ridiculous thoughts, that told him that only he was worthy of you. Heâs already killed so much for you, heâs serving you every day, and he is the servant youâre the closest with. You laughed and cried in front of him - heâs seen all your sides, and Riddleâs accepted them all, growing indeed fond of them all. A beautiful Queen with a beautiful heart; someone who all the blood on his hands was the bare minimum. Heâd do anything for you. As a soldier, as a friend, aspiring to be more than that⊠So, what difference would it make if there were two matching rings on your fingers?
Unlike those swines your parents sought for you to marry, he did not care about the throne at all, but merely about you as a person. Your beauty may have intrigued him at first, but in the end it was the beauty of your personality, your kindness, your forgiving smile, your slight guilt of him having to behead the judged criminals for your sake. Slowly but surely, Riddle had understood just how precious your pure soul was. And he had no intentions letting anybody taint it, no matter what.
Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed :D
All credits belong to @koy0uu on tumblr. Please do not steal my works! Reblogs are appreciated though :D
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY PRECIOUS FOX đŠ đ!!! @jaytoons7
On this DAY I SAYâŠâŠwas a SPECIAL PERSON BORN!! My very first friend in THSC!! MY MENTAL SUPPORTER! MY BEST ROLEPLAYING FRIEND!! THE REASON I AM SO THANKFUL TO HAVE A FRIEND LIKE HIM!! JayâŠ. I love you so muchâŠ. Ever since we did so many stories together in November of 2022 aaaaaallll the way to now! I am so happy we are BEST FRIENDS BUDDY! You have really helped me mentally while playing our charactersâŠâŠand I canât thank you enoughâŠseriously â„ïž
HEREâS MY GIFT TO YOU! OUR COPPERRIGHT FAMILY WE MADE TOGETHER!!! đ RHM AND REGINALD ARE PROUD FATHERS OF SVEN AND THE BIRTHDAY BOY JAAAAAAY :D
THEY ARE THE CUTEST FAMILY AAAHHH đ
AaanddddâŠ.. I MADE YOU A NEW JAY ICON FOR YOUUUUUU and your blog XD THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WEARING MY GIFT ALL YEAR IT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME HEHEHE đ I made Jay ESPECIALLY cute for youuuu x3
I HOPE YOU LIKE IT MY FOX :D
AND HERE ARE SOME EXTRA FUN DOODLES OF THE COPPERRIGHT FAM HEHE XD đ
And here is some deep CopperRight angst đâŠ
IM GONNA CRYYYYYY XDDDDD AAAAAHHH HERE ARE SOME MORE FUN DOODLES
HSHSHSMS RHM IS THE BEST PROTECTIVE DAD XD
Hey! It seems like the other THSC characters wanna give Jay something too-! đ
And for the grand FINALE :D BOOM!!
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH JAY! YOU ARE SPECIAL TO ME! IâLL ALWAYS BE THERE FOR YOU JUST AS YOU DID THE SAME FOR ME!! đ
I love you so muchâŠ. Thank you for helping me create my AU more and we âŠmade our own universe togetherâŠ
This is not MY AU anymoreâŠ. Itâs ours⊠đ Thank you⊠I hope you live a happy lifeâŠ
Happy Birthday Jay! The world got much brighter with you here đ đ â„ïž