#The red guard and the snow angel
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⛇₊˚ʚ₊˚✧ SANTA TELL ME IF HE REALLY CARES ft. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, fyodor, nikolai, sigma
the pm is hosting a christmas party for yokohama! everyone is encouraged to bring a gift for the people they love…so what do the bsd men get you?
info. fem!reader. sm fluff. profanities from chuuya ofc LOL, them trying to outdo each other for you. pm hq has a rooftop floor here. implied reader is in the ada. wc. 3.1k
You walked inside the lavish lobby of the port mafia headquarters to be greeted by DAZAI, who immediately embraced you in his arms.
“Bella! You made it!” he exclaimed, pulling you in. You could feel the heat of his body warming you up, relieving you of the chilly weather outside.
“Of course, Osamu,” you giggled. “Wouldn’t want to miss something super special as this.”
Still trapping you in his hug, he led you down the hallway, one hand moving to playfully pat your head. Security guards parted to let the two of you through, entering the room where everyone was.
“So many people!” you exclaimed when you entered the headquarters’ formal dining hall decorated in Christmas festivities. Everyone was either chatting about or gathering by a table to get sweet desserts or hot chocolate.
“Want some hot chocolate to warm up, angel?” Dazai asked, looking towards the line.
“No thanks,” you replied. “You’ve warmed my heart up already.”
He gave you a smug smile in response, but you didn’t miss the light pink that also flushed his cheeks.
“Come over here.”
You followed Dazai as he made his way to a different table filled with wrapped presents and bags alike.
Dazai took one of them—the gift bag in your favorite color and handed it to you.
“For the gift exchange,” he smiled. “Merry Christmas, bella. I hope you like it.”
Your eyes lit up in joy, grateful and excited to see what he had gotten you. “Thank you!”
The first thing you pulled out of the bag was a custom heart pendant in your preferred metal—Dazai knew whether you liked silver or gold better. When you unclasped the locket, you saw matching pictures of you and Dazai inside, both bundled up in the snow. It was a good memory to look back at.
“This is so cute, Osamu.” You closed the locket and let the brunette place the jewelry around your neck.
“It looks even better on you.”
The second thing inside the bag was a box. Pulling it out, you saw that it was a Lego flower set.
“As much as you love flowers, they don’t last forever. However, these do!” You grinned widely at the thought and matching gift—Dazai always easily recalled your favorite things.
“We can build them together, too,” he continued, and you gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I love them. You’re amazing at getting gifts.”
“I wouldn’t expect that at all.” Your attention was brought to the ginger-haired who had his arms crossed beside the both of you, a cheeky grin on his face. CHUUYA had a mug of eggnog in his hand, though you knew for sure he’d rather have a glass of red wine reserved for the evening party instead.
“Chuuya!”
“What’s up, doll?” he smiled, a different, sweeter tone entirely, as he strode towards you.
“What do you mean by that?” Dazai asked, referring to Chuuya’s earlier comment.
“Thought your taste in gifts would be shitty, just like you,” he chuckled as you greeted him with a hug.
“Hey, that’s a bit rude,” you whispered.
“Oh really?” Dazai responded with his own sarcastic laugh. “I’m not sure you could do any better.”
“You really underestimate me! Come with me, baby…we’re going to prove to the-thing-that-comes-with-the-discounted-bandages who really knows what to get a lady for Christmas!”
Dazai stood, jaw dropped, dramatically offended as Chuuya pulled you away.
You two walked to the other side of the room, where there were even more gifts under one of the many Christmas trees in the hall.
“Bastard,” Chuuya sulked under a scowl, picking up a box wrapped in crimson red, his statement color.
You chuckled in amusement. He riled up so easily, over something so trivial. “Don’t worry about him, Chuu. I already know I’m going to like what you got.”
“Ya better,” he replied, but cheered up from your words. “Are you able to hold it?”
He handed you the box, hovering his arms below for support in case you dropped it. Though it was a larger package, it was still a bit heavier than you expected.
“Yeah, I got it.” You then raised an eyebrow. What could be inside this gift?
You set it down on the nearest table, undoing the pretty bow of ribbon and wrapping paper that kept the mystery intact.
Inside, you were received with a record player.
“Oh, wow!”
You loved music, and you’d always wanted to start collecting vinyls as it looked cool, but everyone knew it was an expensive hobby.
Not only had Chuuya gotten that—a very nice one, too—he also got the records of your top ten favorite albums.
You looked through the covers, smiling with each new one you saw.
Chuuya explained a few things—how he was setting you up for good because he made sure you got a turntable player instead of a suitcase one, how you should replace the black slip mat with the white one he bought instead so your vinyls look prettier, how to not damage the records…you could hardly pay attention to him though because you were overjoyed at how thoughtful he was for that.
“You seem passionate. Do you collect them too?” you asked.
“No, I just wanted to research to find something good enough for you.”
You could feel your heart melt. He had really spent time picking this out after you’d only mentioned you finding record players vintage and cool twice, and you’d never even pointed out you’d want it as a gift.
“Thank you, Chuuya,” you said, leaning towards him, burying your face in his neck. “I love it…especially how you recall my favorite albums, too.”
“Of course doll,” he replied, running his hands through your hair. “Merry Christmas.”
You could’ve stayed like that, but your little moment with the port mafia executive was ruined when Chuuya glanced over at one of the snack tables to find all the food had just disappeared.
“Now what the fuck?”
You followed, looking at what he was looking at. Then, you realized the man standing by the table with a piece of cake—the last piece of cake.
RANPO caught your gaze and jumped, hyper from all the sugar he consumed. “There you are!” He ran towards you and shoved you on the ground, away from Chuuya.
“Hey man, what the hell is wrong with you?!” he shouted in annoyance.
Ranpo acknowledged the ginger-haired only then, looking up from where he had you suffocating in his arms. “Huh? Oh, sorry, didn’t see ya there.”
Chuuya grew even more infuriated at the provoke.
“You tryna pick a fight?”
“You still want to after knowing how last time turned out?”
Ranpo was referring to their last encounter, where Chuuya had embarrassingly lost against him from a single blow. But you didn’t need to know that.
So, Chuuya used all his willpower to keep silent under an outraged glare as he watched Ranpo drag you away to make sure he didn’t bring up any details about it.
“I got you a gift too!” Ranpo exclaimed as you walked back towards where the other agency members were hanging out. “Wanna guess what it is?”
“Hm…some sort of treat, that’s for sure,” you replied.
“Partly correct!” he replied. “That’s not all that I got you though.”
“Oh? How generous!”
“No!” his response was stern. “A princess like you deserves more…as the world’s greatest detective, noone would know that better than me.”
You smiled. “You’re right, Ranpo.”
With that, he handed you one of the cutest gift baskets you’ve seen. The actual basket was snowman-themed, and inside was everything you wanted that could fit in it—that pajama set you had in your online shopping cart, the new skincare products you’ve wanted to try, your favorite candle—you hadn’t even ever mentioned it to him before. And, of course, a lot of chocolate. Of course, Ranpo would also be the best gift-buyer, using his knowledge to his advantage.
The one thing that really stood out to you, though, was a jar of Hershey kisses, with a note on it that said:
KISSES WHEN I’M NOT AROUND.
It even had a chibi-fied face of the cute brunette on it.
“This is my favorite thing in this gift,” you said.
“Of course, because I know you always miss me when I’m not there to kiss,” Ranpo confidently stated. “Which is why I came up with a solution! They’ll never be as sweet as me, but it works.”
You laughed in delight. It was a very creative idea. “This is amazing; thank you, Ranpo!”
Never knowing how to respond to thankfulness directly, he answered it with something else. “Hey, there’s something on your nose.”
“Really?” You moved a hand to feel what was on there, but Ranpo grabbed your wrist to prevent you. Instead, he bopped your nose with his lips.
“There was frosting,” he said, probably from when he excitedly greeted you earlier.
“You enjoyed those desserts, huh?” you asked, glancing at the depleted table once again.
“Yup! It was just lying there, and noone said anything about how much you could take, so…!” He paused, trying to remember something.
“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”
…
You chatted with agency and port mafia members alike a while after. Everyone was having a good time, even when Chuuya started bickering with Dazai and challenged him to a duel.
“Shithead!
“Mackerel!”
“How about you talk once you grow another two inches?”
As everyone was being entertained by Chuuya breaking an entire wall by throwing Dazai through it, your eyes were distracted by an elaborate bouquet of roses and baby breaths that you hadn’t noticed before.
Curious because it wasn’t by any other gifts, you left the crowd to inspect it.
You were surprised when you picked the arrangement up and saw that it was addressed to your name on a note. However, there was no name to say who it was from.
You looked around to see if anyone was nearby that could’ve placed the flowers there. But everyone else was watching the fight.
You flipped the note over, seeing a sketch of an elevator and a four-number code on the back.
An elevator?
You scanned the hall once again. The only elevator there was the one at the corner, restricted to the port mafia. The guests weren’t allowed to use it, and a security pad was guarding it.
You hesitated but then decided to approach the door. If someone gave you the code they wanted and were permitting you to use it, right?
Once again, no one protested because they were all distracted watching Chuuya on the ceiling, making sure Dazai couldn’t touch him. You pressed the four numbers into the pinpad and were congratulated with a correct ding! sound and the elevator sliding open.
You stepped inside and realized there was only one button—to go up. You pressed it, and the doors closed, moving you up.
Luxurious as always, the elevator had a glass window, the entire city of Yokohama coming into view as you went higher. A few seconds in, you realized that the elevator wasn’t going to stop until you reached the top.
You still weren’t sure who had mysteriously invited you to meet them. You hoped it wasn’t the boss—the doctor in charge creeped you out, if you were being honest. But you figured it couldn’t be him because he was also downstairs, chilling with the agency’s president.
Your heartbeat raced as the elevator stopped and the doors slid open, adrenaline surging in anticipation of the surprise, coupling with the chilly breeze outside. You had reached the rooftop.
“You’re so easy to tempt; those flowers drew you in faster than a blind mouse to a piece of cheese laid in a trap.”
You smiled as you heard the foreign accent of the person near the edge riddle you while admiring the entire city below. “Hi, Fedya.”
FYODOR turned around, violet eyes meeting yours.
“I should’ve known.” Of course, the enigma was him—conundra was the Russian’s signature.
“How in the world did you even get here?” you asked, though you already knew the answer. He always had his ways to infiltrate anywhere—through deception, through hacking, anything goes.
“I invited ourselves,” he smirked, and only then did you notice his two subordinates on the other side, one in fear as the other tried to trip him over the ledge. “Didn’t want to miss out on the gift-giving either.”
Fyodor took out a jewelry box. “I hardly get to see you. So I thought to get you something that you could wear everyday.
“And this one is special, to remind you of my presence even more.” He opened it, revealing a bracelet, and like Dazai, he also knew what color jewelry suited you best. It was nothing too showy—it was simple, but it was classy, timeless, just like him.
And you noticed what made it special. There was no clasp. It was made to be welded on the person’s wrist—a forever bracelet.
“Choose wisely,” Fyodor said as you looked in awe. “Which wrist, milaya?”
You quickly contemplated and held out one of your wrists towards him as he took out tweezers and a small laser. You watched as he delicately fastened the bracelet around your arm, making sure it sat on your wrist perfectly.
“Finished, fine with it?” he asked when he was done, and you lifted your hand toward the horizon.
“It’s perfect, thank you,” you responded candidly. Then, Fyodor lifted up his own sleeve under his coat, revealing a matching one. You were almost stunned, because you didn’t think he would be the type to wear anything other than a necklace.
“Merry Christmas, dorogaya,” he softly said, pressing you against his chest in a hug.
“WAIT, WAIT! Dove, there’s still me! Don’t seal away your heart just yet!”
“Huh?” You both turned towards NIKOLAI, who kindly but quickly moved Fyodor away from you.
The next thing you knew, there were foil snowman and reindeer balloons in your hand, white confetti popped over you, acting as snow, and the jester standing in front of you presenting a large gift.
“To be honest, I’m scared,” you admitted, knowing his chaotic, playful nature.
“Why?” he giggled. “Think I’m going to scare ya, baby? You can take my word, there’s no jumpscares in this one.”
“You better not be lying,” you said and removed the lid of the black box that reminded you of a magician’s top hat.
And he was being truthful because you were greeted with the exact opposite of remarkable. He had gifted you plain, white socks.
“Wow, Kolya. I never even knew you were capable of being mundane.”
He laughed once again as he just set the box in front of you, not saying anything more as you stared at him in confusion.
You took the socks out. Surely, there was a catch. He was acting too suspicious. And the entire gift was odd. You found nothing tampered with on the socks, though. And there was nothing else in the box. So why was it so big? And why did it look deeper than where the bottom stopped?
You nervously looked at Nikolai before sticking both hands in. You felt your way around the level until you realized the entire package floor felt like paper machete, something used in piñatas and things like that.
By instinct, you lifted a fist and punched through the box. You immediately punctured through the false bottom, uncovering your true gift.
He celebrated. “Smart girl!”
There was an assortment of plushies—many of them. You always asked Nikolai to help you get some whenever you found claw machines at amusement parks, so he knew you loved stuffed animals.
Then, there was a large, fluffy throw blanket, perfect for winter.
“I got that because I know you’re probably so cold when I’m not hugging you.” True. Nikolai encapsulated you like a blanket whenever he came over.
“The thought of having this didn’t even cross my mind,” you said. “Well, that goes for everything you do,” you chuckled.
“That was really creative; I love it, thank you!”
Nikolai popped more confetti, this time in pink hearts. “She loves it! Happy, happy Christmas!”
He swung you off the ground, spinning you with ease until your own head started spinning the opposite way.
“Gogol! I think she’s dizzy!”
The two-tone-haired casino owner had a concerned look on his face, and you couldn’t tell if it was because your eyes were unfocusing or because Nikolai was throwing you around so easily. Strong guy.
Nikolai stopped, realizing he had gotten too excited. “Sorry, dove! Are you alright?”
“Y-yeah,” you responded, unable to keep your balance as you tripped over yourself. You landed on SIGMA’s torso, and he helped guide you to stand up properly again.
“Thanks, Sigma,” you replied. “How are you?”
“Good, now that I get to see you again.” He lightly blushed, breaking eye contact as you smiled. “I’m glad to see you too.”
“I got you something as well,” he replied, showing his own present. “I’m not sure what the people downstairs got you, and mine isn’t as fancy as Dostoevsky’s nor as extraordinary as Gogol’s, but I hope you like it.”
You felt warm, even in the icy weather. “Awh, just hearing that you got something for me is more than enough,” you replied. “I am so grateful no matter what.”
You took the present and opened it, first greeted by a new set of poker cards. However, this one was different because when you sifted through them, you realized it was the Decay of Angel’s custom set. You had been wowed by Nikolai’s Joker and Fyodor’s Jack when you first saw them, always using the set when you played a game with others.
But there was also a new addition to this stack. You were on it, taking your place as the queen.
“What? Sigma, this is so cool!”
There was one more thing inside. Your favorite lipstick in your favorite shade.
Sigma loved the color and even more how it looked on you. He loved how his cheeks would stain whenever you kissed him there—the pigmented contrast to his paler skin. You hardly needed restocking as you loved the lipstick yourself, but it was always good to have another extra.
“Merry Christmas,” Sigma said as you opened the container and swatched it on your face. You looked as beautiful as ever.
“Merry Christmas, Sigma,” you responded, kissing his forehead. Then, you pulled a cookie wrapped in a napkin from inside your coat and placed it in his mouth.
“Saved it for you,” you giggled. “There’s a lot downstairs. Maybe they’ll let you guys in if I say I invited you. Well, at least you.”
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what Coryo do with one wife rebel? When she look what happening with districts and she will so angry. Coryo yandere please 🙏
my second suggestion ever! 🫀
Coriolanus is already yandere. in the book, he’s obsessive and compulsive. I’ll amp up those aspects and make him a psycho! I’ll make this one shorter and sweet.
the perfect girl → coriolanus snow
→ peacekeeper!coriolanus, yandere!coriolanus
→ word count: 1833
→ summary: Coriolanus becomes infatuated with you instantly, but poeple threaten your future with him– in his eyes, atleast.
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Coriolanus had his mind made up about how he felt about you from the moment he saw you.
Walking through the main area of district 12, he spotted your small frame behind a small wooden stand that spelt: FRESH FLOWERS. Your dark locks fell down your back, red ribbons tied on either side. He vividly recalled his body halting at the sight of you, your skin warm, he’d never seen anything like it in the Capitol. Your cheeks red and full of life, lips the colour of a tulip. Through the herds of people, you saw him staring at you, initially worried, you shot a smile feebly; scared he was going to hurt you. Coriolanus stood idly, wondering how anyone this beautiful was in the districts with the other rats and beggars.
Your breath staggered as he approached your stand, horrified. He stopped at the very front and smiled at you. “Can I help you, Mr Peacekeeping Sir?”
Your greeting threw him off guard completely, “Yes, can I buy a flower? I am in awful in need of one for some peculiar reason,” his eyes peered down at your chest and back up at your eyes, “if my vision wasn’t so clear I would’ve mistaken you for a flower, dear.”
You choked back a small laugh, was he flirting with you? He was very attractive, tall, and strong, you thought. His shoulders were broad, framed well by his uniform. His hair buzzed and bright blonde, his eyes the colour of your favourite lake near your home. You began to scan your stand for what type he may have liked, desperately wanting to impress him. “What kind of flowers do you like? Do you have a certain favourite? If I don’t have your favourite what’s your favourite colour, or look?”
“I like how you look; you would be enough.”
You laughed nervously, “I don’t know if it’s allowed, or if you can just take people like that, I think...”
“I’m just joking with you, doll. I’d like a rose.”
You snatched a rose from the fresh bunch and stuck your hand out to him. He took the rose from your hand and placed it on top of your right ear. He looked at your stunned face, your cheeks glowing a deeper red. You both stood quietly for a moment, the sound of people around filling the silence.
“It’s a dime for one, sir… but since you’ve put it on my ear, I don’t exactly know what to do next.”
“Here,” he fished in pocket for coins and put it on your stand, around thirty of them. “Take these.”
“Really?” you almost squealed, this would be enough for food for the next week or so alone.
“Not for free, I want to see you again. That’s the price.”
“You have a deal, Mr Peacekeeper, sir.”
“It’s just Coriolanus, my dear, just Coriolanus,” he stuck his hand through the stand and ran it down your hair, “I’ll see you here again, soon, I hope.”
And so, he did, day after day, week after week. Stopping and speaking to you whenever he had the chance. You two had so much in common you both silently thought it was fate. Coriolanus’s sudden obsession with you had taken a toll on his duties, he was almost always smiling. You didn’t know he was Lucy Gray’s mentor, and he didn’t plan on letting you know. He was in complete bliss knowing your district couldn’t afford TV.
Your relationship grew closer within the matter of months. Spending time with each other outside your duties. Spending a night with him at your family’s cottage behind the fields, a night filled with laughter, and sex. You grew hopeful for what he was going to bring to your life, he was like an angel, you thought.
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You stood at your stall again, selling flowers as per usual. But this time a young man had approached you; he was also attractive. “Hey, sweetie.”
“Hi…. Flowers?” You asked, motioning towards the display.
“Come on, you’re too pretty to be standing around here. Say, what’re you doing after this?”
“I am… going to the lake, why?”
“Let me join you, we could have fun?” he asked, your heart began to thump profusely. Worried for your safety. You were meant to meet with Coriolanus, the same way you had been for the past weeks. He wouldn’t like this at all, you thought.
“I’m sorry, I don’t think I want to.” you spoke. The boy’s facial expression dropped, the disappointment in his face evident.
“Whatever, Miss.” he said, stalking off. You let out a deep sigh, relieved.
You began fixing up your stand. What you hadn’t noticed was Coriolanus, who had seen your entire interaction with that boy. Saying he was seething was an understatement. The scrawny boy dared to talk to his woman, his doll. Coriolanus desperately tried to control his anger, taking deep breaths in and out, whatever method he could think of to control his urge to break your stand and kill that boy.
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That night Coriolanus never stopped by, upset, you went to sleep. The truth was he had stalked the boy from the stall down, catching him off guard at the water stand. Coriolanus didn’t waste a moment and began beating the boy, who was utterly confused.
“Why are you crying?” He yelled, clutching the boy’s hair, and slamming it into the water stand, the sound of his nose breaking echoed.
“I don’t know who you are! Stop! Please!”
“Why the fuck should I? I hate obstacles. You made her smile; you are an obstacle. You know what I do to obstacles?” the boy, beaten bloody, shook his head. Coriolanus grabbed a large rock from beside him and raised it above his head. “I get rid of them.”
He slammed the rock into the boy’s skull, killing him instantly. The most complex thing was, Coriolanus did not know of your conversation with this boy. Although he had made a move on you, he wasn’t aware of that. All Coriolanus saw was you smile at him briefly. He couldn’t have that, no way, not at all.
He felt rejuvenated, almost redeemed. Cleaning himself off he went to his bed and slept well.
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News spread of the sudden murder of that boy; Coriolanus was ironically tasked with apprehending whoever did it. Elated while he raided and beat others in the pursuit. Accusing others of his wrongdoings, he felt invincible. He however was missing you, what were you up to? He thought. He decided to stop by your home and speak to you.
Crouching down near your front window, he peered in on the obvious argument. “We must blow it up, no looking back, okay? Sejanus. I don’t want to have to leave you out of this plan.”
Sejanus? Why on God’s earth was Sejanus in your home, he thought. Once again, Coriolanus fought the raging urge to break the door down and shoot him. Seething, he listened in longer.
“Listen, if we do this. The Capitol can’t ignore us, at all, I don’t wanna hurt anyone though,” Sejanus said.
“We won’t, Sej. Okay?”
“Alright.”
You were a rebel? This couldn’t be, thought. You were his angel, his perfect girl, everything he had ever dreamed of in the Capitol, in a body. He wasn’t going to lose you, especially to Sejanus. He was so angry he could strangle you, why were you throwing your life away? To defend the beggars of the districts? It washed over him that you were never different to anyone in the district, you were the same. Dirt poor, and a beggar. But you were so beautiful he’d been blinded; still Coriolanus refused to lose you. He could change you. You could be a Capitol girl; you could be his Capitol girl.
He’d been dreaming of it every night since he’d met you. He would take you to the Capitol and wed you, you could be great;he could make you great. You couldn’t see that, and it drove him insane, you constantly yapped about how much you loved district 12. It repulsed him. He needed you though and he refused to leave you here.
He devised a plan. A plan so malevolent that he hesitated to go through with it although it ultimately had to be done.
And so, it was.
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A day or two passed and you hadn’t seen or heard from neither Sejanus nor Coriolanus. You were notified about the public hanging of two men in the district and were woken up early to attend. The crowd gathered around the hanging tree and waited nervously for the revelation of the two perpetrators. Commander Hoff emerged onto the platform, guarded by six peacekeepers. Your eyes widened as you recognised a uniformed Coriolanus, glowering at you. Uncomfortable under his gaze for the first time ever, your eyes shot away and at Hoff.
“Today, is a very joyous day for Panem. We have found the person both responsible for the murder of young Arthur Alden, and conspiring of the rebel bombings in the Capitol,” his voice boomed.
The crowd gasped as commotion stirred behind you, you span to be greeted with a sight that would stay engraved in your brain forever. A bloodied Sejanus being dragged by two peacekeepers. Your heart dropped. Sobbing unconsolably, you gripped your chest, watching Sejanus being dragged to the front. Coriolanus revelling at the sight of your tears. This is how you had to learn; this is the only way.
“I am very disappointed to say that the person in question is Capitol and noble background; Sejanus Plinth is hereby sentenced to death for treason.”
“I didn’t do anything! Please! Coriolanus? Y/N? Please!”
“God! Help him! Sejanus!” you cried while running out to the front of the platform. The peacekeepers rushed to your side, prying off and away. “No! Sejanus!”
“Please!” Sejanus cried out, the peacekeeper wrapping the noose around his neck showing no mercy.
Coriolanus watched you, thrashing yourself around, yelling. He thought to himself that his plan of framing Sejanus could not have gone any better. No more obstacles. You struggling to free yourself from the peacekeepers, your cries; these were all signs. Signs you were disciplined, that you have learned. The crowd muttering in horror, Lucy Gray among them watching in terror.
“Coryo! Please! Y/N! No!” he screamed. You watched as the platform retracted, his body dropping; his neck snapping instantly.
His body flailed around until it went limp. You stopped thrashing against the peacekeepers and dropped to the floor. You let out a shriek so deep the entire district seemed to silence itself. Coriolanus rejoiced at the sight of the dead obstacle.
He wanted you to know that this was all for you, to pick you off the floor and kiss you. He would move mountains for you and bring the world to your feet. Kill and lie for you repeatedly, nothing gets in the way of him and his tulip.
Not now, not ever.
FIN
#the hunger games#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#tbosbas#young coriolanus snow#coriolanus snow#coriolanus#tom blyth#tom blyth x reader#coriolanus x you#coriolanus x reader#snow lands on top
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genshin men and their red flags in relationships . ( gn! reader . )
●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ fear not, dearest . for some dream of mortals are sunrise stained and spring warmth flavored, others find no purer solace than the serene melody of an everlasting winter blizzard. you are the bearer of the stars - the one ruler of thy fate .
characters : kaedehara kazuha , diluc ragnvindr , xiao , albedo , venti , tartaglia , scaramouche , kaeya alberich .
genre / warning : angst / view on red flags . mentions of controlling/manipulative behavior , yandere tendencies / traits mentioned .
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[ conflict avoidant personality ] - kazuha is a true pacifist- too much so. respectful is he, his love like the first snow, beautiful, gentle and graceful. everything would seem perfect for a seemingly long time until one day he starts avoiding you. no matter how hard you try, you couldn't fit within his reach. in reality, he had been avoiding every bit of negativity in your relationship under any cost to preserve the peace, hoping day and night for the problem to solve itself. each time he felt his space being disrupted, every single small discomfort or dissatisfaction he felt in the relationship because of you, kazuha was afraid to offend you and break your bond, so he had endured with a polite smile and a kiss on your cheek. but the limit has come in the end. whilst you were dancing, basking in the beautiful wonderland of the love he built for you all along, he found no energy to pretend anymore. even until the end, he couldn't tell you his boundaries, you didn't find out what you could've done better. really, like the scarlet leaves pursuing wild waves, he was gone. no matter how hard you ran, you couldn't reach his soul anymore. maybe if you'd noticed his strained smile, maybe if you tried harder to read between the lines... you would never know now, would you ?
[ possessiveness ] - diluc is a wounded, but gentle soul. life has turned for the worse too quick for the young lad, having lost so, so much for someone his age. because of that, he was guarded. once upon a time you were outside of his stone cold walls too, knocking gently for him to trust you, to return your everlasting warm love. and trust you, he did. your love was like a burning fire, passionate and endearing. everything diluc wanted, you were the embodiment, his dear loving angel. he loved you, so so much to the point he would feel fear and anxiety pumping in his veins all the time. are they hurt? are they feeling comfortable right now? are they hungry, feeling sad or lonely? every part of you, he wants to protect with each piece of his own soul. anything you needed him for, anything you desired, he was willing to tear himself down limb by limb if necessary. diluc fell deeper in love with you each passing moment, and with his suffocating love grew his possessiveness. of course that guy was flirting with you, stay away from him. of course she didn't mean well giving you that suspicious flower, didn't you look at her mocking gaze while she offered it to you? it might be harmful. turn to me. rely on me. use me. need me. i'm all yours, all you'll ever need. i'll protect you darling, i love you so.
[ overprotectiveness ] - xiao isn't well versed in mortals, relationships or anything of the sort. he warned you, pushed you away, avoided you, even almost threatened you (with no ill intent) countless times in fear of harming both you and himself and convinced himself that it was for the good. but did it work? no. with your persistence, he was later able to accept that even he with bloodstained hands and karma-wrecked soul, deserved kindness and love. so he embraced you, the fragile, delicate mortal who he wanted to keep by his side for as long as heavens allowed them. he was so careful, asking, affirming and making sure before doing anything at all from touching, holding, fondling and gently kissing. his love felt feather light like butterfly wings caressing your heart. however even a butterfly wing's flap could cause a storm. if left unattended, if not explained and communicated properly, xiao would spend minutes, hours, days worrying over your safety. he would quietly inspect every inch of your body with his piercing eyes to make sure there were no bruises, wounds or anything of the sort. if you fell ill, he would scold you that you were careless to have gone out in the cold weather with your overly skimpy pretty human clothes, not even noticing your eyes silently watering at his coldness. and if anyone dare hurt you, whether it be verbally or physically, he would be willing to tear them apart, have them taste the vigilant yaksha's blood-curdling cold fury. you closed your eyes and hoped, wished desperately for his wrath to come to an end. your beloved alatus, you whispered - you could fix this behavior, he is just not familiar with humans and your emotions... right?
[ knowing / unknowing manipulation ] - albedo silently prided himself in absorbing knowledge and social necessities quickly. he had spent a long time with humans and often even felt connected to the mortals already, so he didn't doubt his ability to be a loving partner to you and accepted with a gentle smile on his pretty face when you confessed your love. from the first touch of your hands to the first time you made love, everything was perfect- it felt like a fairy tale - your heart was safe in your beloved kreideprinz's delicate hands. but each day that passed, you just couldn't calm down the voices in your head whispering, warning you that something was wrong. you see, often time when you voiced out your concern or a small problem to him, albedo would listen to each of them with utmost undivided attention. he would ponder, comprehend, then accept your stance and apologize. after that, he'd decide to change and never do it again, molding into your desires perfectly. it had never been a problem before, but when he started subtly asking, demanding for you to keep your hair longer, to cut off your ties to some of your friends with "ulterior motive", to quit your current job and look for another because it "overworked you too much", you felt too much pressure. when you finally voiced this like your other problems though, albedo blinked and confusedly tilted his head in a questioning manner. he, for once, didn't see the problem. humans were give-and-take from nature, are they not? if you asked something of him, he would gladly change and make an effort for you. he's been doing so each and every time, it's only fair that he did the same to you whether it be with your knowledge or not. you were so happy with him, weren't you? you were happy when he said you looked more attractive with longer hair, and that friend of yours ended up badmouthing you to everyone after you cut ties, didn't they? see, he was right all along, he was doing just what was right to keep his love away from those... lowlives. he laced his fingers with yours with a charming, seductive smile, wrapping your tender heart with his tightly-woven red strings of destiny he weaved with you, as he liked to believe.
[ overwhelming affection and attachment issues ] - tartaglia knew he was a hard person to love. heck, he didn't even think he was ready for love but the first time he laid his ocean eyes on you, he swore his world stopped. you just had to be his. because of his certainty and determination, he courted you, bought you flowers and asked you out on a dinner date. brought you to lingju pass and opened your eyes to the beautiful view of jade moons over sea of clouds. he was a breath of fresh air, always leaving you wanting more, excitement and starstruck a part of your daily routine by now. but you were anxious that after a while, tartaglia's feelings would change. he was a fatui harbinger, it would be bothersome for him to remain committed, wouldn't it? oh, my sweet, sweet darling he laughed when you first voiced your worries. he held you in his hands, hugging you oh so tightly and pressed soft kisses on your shoulders to your neck. you see, he was worried to overwhelm you. from the moment he saw you, from your first encounter, he had already decided that you were his as he was yours. but if you were thinking such useless thoughts in your pretty head, you needed more validation, right? so he gave you just that. he spent millions, billions of mora to buy you expensive gifts, pretty things that reminded him of you. he would take you to snezhnaya to his family, showing you off and playfully claiming (or was he?) that you were his fiancée, the one he was promised to. he whispered words of love and promises of eternity each and every day, every moment you two locked eyes. the more you spent time with him, the fire in his eyes no longer seemed warm, it felt like it was burning you along inside. when his honey-laced voice confidently declared everlasting love, cuddling you and inhaling your scent that he would like to smell even on his death bed, you felt like his "eternal love" was more of a threat than you first assumed.
[ gaslightling / ignoring boundaries ] - venti has spent long, long lonely years in the physical form of his lost "partner". among those years in rapidly flowing time, he was not expecting to find someone possibly even dearer to him than his old friend. but oh his lovely, lovely muse, you were the embodiment of all the love songs he had ever heard in over his millenniums-long existence. but ah, just as he expected a relationship with a mortal came with many problems. he would hug you, kiss you, touch you any time of the day anywhere and giggle innocently in your ear- silently daring you to say no. if you did express your discomfort and voiced your problems with his overly-touchy behavior in the center of a blasting city in midday, he would just laugh and ignore your cute little protests. if you did emphasize and get angry or hurt over his little concern for your boundaries, he would be very confused. but this is what all lovers do, kiss, hug and all that! you're just being too sensitive, my muse. it's fine, no one cares what we do, i promise. he'd hum and hold you tight in his arms, just wanting to bask in your warmth as long as possible. he knew you wouldn't be by your side forever, he claimed. that's why he doesn't hold back, he explains further while holding your hands on his chest, that's why he never wants to be apart from you, because he loves you so much and wants to spend all of his time with you. it's fine love, i understand your boundaries! but you're just not used to receiving this affection dear, i'll teach you. it's fine, venti cooed in your ear with the softest, gentlest voice he can muster to tickle your fragile heart, to make you understand he is just doing this out of love, trapping you in his maze once again.
[ afraid of commitment / doesn't commit ] - kaeya was an enigma nobody could fully unravel, and he was all-too aware of it. he made sure to keep up that facade, after all. he had a lifelong mission, an unattended decision to make when the time has come. he had responsibilities, ones that would never ever end as long as he breathes, walks this godforsaken world but damn, he wanted you. he wanted you so bad, he wanted to whisper forever in your ear, he wanted to wipe your tears when you were struggling with nightmares (he was not a stranger to them too, the nightmares. but even that, even a trivial weakness like that, he didn't let you know.) , he wanted to wake up to you sleeping safe and sound next to him every single day. he didn't know what possessed him that day to accept your confession, maybe it was the liquor, maybe it was how beautiful the night skies were under the big tree of windrise combined with your pretty eyes avoiding his in embarrassment while uttering words of love- innocent, but truthful warm love for him, kaeya alberich. or maybe, just maybe because he truly loved you more than you ever knew, did he accept your confession with his signature coy smirk and teasing words. but kaeya was afraid now. he was afraid of how warm and fuzzy he felt around you, afraid of how all of his dreams (nightmares) were away for too long now. instead, each and every night he dreams of your featherlight kisses, your dazzling smile and your voice whispering i love you. if this keeps up, he knew all too well that his attention would be divided, that he would hurt you, him and everyone else around when the doomed time were to come. so he did you a favor, he convinced himself. kaeya smirked in that annoyingly fake, seductive way and declared that you were just not meant to be. he wouldn't say anything else and end your relationship with the same teasing smile on his lips. little did you know, the proud smirk fell the moment you left with teary eyes. he knew you wouldn't stay in mondstadt for long after that. at least for a while. he muttered to himself, at least for a while, you would be safe. safe from him. safe from the disaster he was cursed, obligated to cause one day.
[ anger issues / violence ] - scaramouche. where should you even start with him? oh the mighty harbinger balladeer, or should you even call him that? you scoffed, staring at the sunset in a mockingly beautiful estate he bought you on the land of inazuma- the one he was born- oh no, created in. he had multiple fancy estates, mansions bought under your name in each state of teyvat now, since you were to accompany him everywhere anytime he desired. you grimaced a bit at the stinging sensation when the servant girl wiped the lighting-shaped scar he had left you a while ago. it was still stinging, throbbing with tingles that made your stomach drop in uncertainty. a claim, a physical engraving over your body mind and soul, scaramouche claimed when he marked you with this... ugly scar. it might look like a normal lightning, similar to the electro vision shape if closely inspected. to some it may even look pretty, and that made you all the more upset. the o mighty balladeer was so flawless sometimes, apologizing to you in that sickeningly fake sweet voice, caressing your body gently with his "love" if he was even capable of such emotions. you silently cursed the day you fell in love with him and you felt forsaken now, since he claimed, and from then on miraculously "shared" your emotions. to him, he was doing everything to keep you, his pretty doll lover by his side. he didn't mind having your loving gaze on him, your pretty head full of his thoughts and most importantly, having someone who thought he was worth loving. someone who wouldn't abandon him. someone his. he would never let you go, he would love you, he would keep you by his side. that's what you agreed for from the start, didn't you? of course he sometimes lashed out, mildly harmed you mentally or physically from time to time and all, of course scaramouche understood that. he understood it well, he was not perfect after all- no one is! but if you try to talk to him about his flaws, he would laugh in your face as though you made a hilarious joke. who were you to say that to him? were you perfect? no you weren't - he would state each and every moment you defied his orders and made him dissatisfied, every single moment he remembered that you made the slightest bit of mistakes- but then in the end, stress that he kept you by his side even though you were such an ungrateful little "lover". he didn't abandon you, he didn't even harm you on purpose! he just left a physical engraving on you to wandering airheads who might think to touch what was his, what's wrong with labeling what is rightfully his? you offered yourself up to him, you said you loved him first, you started this. he was not going to let you slide so easily. his pretty, pretty little doll. all his, he murmured when he kissed your lightning scar on your thigh. love me, love me, love me more, my doll.
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snow angel
This is purely self indulgent and healing in a way
Pairing: Alhaitham x fem!reader x Kaveh
Warnings: 18+, mental health issues, depression, slight blood, angst, comfort, feelings of worthlessness, thoughts of unalive, attempted unalive, can be seen as platonic or romantic, based on a song
Word count: ~2.3K
Reblogs and feedback appreciated!
Alhaitham never had to worry too much about you. And that worried him.
Kaveh never had to worry too much about you. And that worried him.
The two of them invited you, along with some other scholars and explorers on their investigation into Dragonspire. Never having traveled to Mondstadt but hearing of the wintery beauty that is the mountain top, you were excited to leave the contrasting humidity and arid-ness of Sumeru. You made sure that the bickering roommates had the appropriate outerwear for dealing with the frosty chill and thin air. You had happily helped them pack as you were packing your own things and getting your affairs in order before your expedition.
Hssss
The voice at the back of your head sends a chill down your spine and threatens to overflow. Your heart feels heavy from hiding and masking your feelings to push on further. Two pairs of eyes have now stopped on your visage as you seem to be frozen. You lick your lips in hopes of keeping the lump in your throat down. Their voices are barely legible as your shallow breaths fill your ears.
“Are you alright?”
You meet concerned red eyes as a hand on your shoulder shakes you from your stupor. You give Kaveh a knowing smile after a second of silence. The smile doesn’t quite meet your eyes and that doesn’t go unnoticed by both men. You say your rehearsed lines of “oh sorry, I’m fine! I didn’t mean to worry you,” with the added, “let’s get a move on” to keep them close but not too close.
Keeping your heart guarded, the expedition to the base campground went without a hitch. Despite the two arguing every now and then, it was an enjoyable adventure. You never understood why scholars thought Alhaitham as stoic and rude, he had the magic to make you laugh and feel competent. While Kaveh, that man made your aspirations seem attainable and your feelings validated. Well, the ones he knew about. You were thankful for having your own tent so they wouldn’t hear your soft crying or how your racing thoughts kept you awake. You thought they would never question why you would make the whole team breakfast before heading further in.
The weather started to change, alerting you and the team of your closeness to the base camp. Since you were a quasi leader, you venture ahead to find the adventurers to guide you through the snowy trail. Alhaitham watches you carefully and with a tight lipped breath he pulls Kaveh back. The blond immediately scoffs and is about to retort until he sees the expression in his friend's eyes. “What’s with the serious look?”
The man in question crosses his arms with a far off look. “I assume you’ve heard her crying? She thinks she’s hiding it but I hear it. And your tent has been closer.” Kaveh turns his head to see you looking through the map excitedly with the adventurer, your eyes widening over the mountainous terrain ahead of you. He didn’t want to admit it, but it broke him to hear you cry. What is going on in your precious brain? Why are you suffering alone? He doesn’t believe the lies you’ve been shoveling the two of them. “I’m just home sick,” you’d say. Or “I miss the warmth of Sumeru.” Kaveh knew that last one wasn’t true, considering you were in awe of Liyue’s weather and land. He knows he can’t ask you outright, but he’s worried more than ever. And so is Alhaitham.
To your group's surprise, one of the knights decided to help you out and guide you to his lab. Albedo, you learn, frequents the mountain and has his own base that is well kept and has enough provisions. With your parka and boots on, you begin the first leg of your excursion. Albedo speaks with all of you of the ruins and layout of the mountains, eager about what scholars from Sumeru will learn and take back. You get along easily with the knight, who you learned is a painter! There were a few run-ins with hillichurls but your guides and friends took care of them easily. After a grueling half day, you made it to Albedo’s corner. You were able to safely put your stuff down and set up camp. With the limited space, sharing tents and sleeping space was needed.
After you all settled in, Albedo shared a more intricate map that he created, pointing out areas of interest for your team. Strikingly, he suggested the team get acclimated to the snow and weather by walking around and playing in it. A small smile came to your face as you saw Alhaitham grimace at the idea, but you found yourself running out into the snow. You slowly trudge to a cliff side and take in a deep breath. You can see Mondstadt and parts of Liyue and the view steals all the air in your lungs. Your foot teeters on the edge, a few stray pebbles falling down the side. That voice pricks at your brain again to take a step; it’s gotten to be louder the closer you’ve gotten to the snowy terrain. A stray tear leaves your eye and you feel it almost freeze against your chilly skin. Something startled you inside and you stumble away from the edge. You felt something. How is it cold but your extremities are burning? You felt. You felt.
An almost cynical smile comes to your face as you fall back in the snow. The sky above a confusing mix of grays and blues with the sunsetting faraway. The wind blows harshly against your nose and eyelashes as you blink away snowflakes that dance across your features. You push yourself up when Kaveh calls out for you to come back to Albedo’s. When he sees the ghost of your smile his own heart leaps in hope that he’ll see you smile some more. He’s happy that you’re sitting next to him eating the goulash provided. Your head rests against his shoulder and Kaveh is secretly lucky you can’t hear his racing heart. He’s also unknowingly lucky he misses the intense glare from Alhaitham. When you finish your food, a yawn escapes your lips. You stretch out and announce to everyone you’re heading to your, now, shared tent with bicker and bickering. They wave at you and you head in for the night.
Alhaitham was intrigued by the knights knowledge and can’t wait to pick his brain about what they would find tomorrow. Kaveh on the other hand was more interested in the beauty Albedo is able to find in the icy wilderness. There’s a stillness mixed with the bustle of energy the mountains contain. The architect is excited to implement these ideas into his creations and beams at Albedo’s ability to answer all of his questions. After a couple of hours, they all breakaway for the night, noting the drop in temperature and increase in wind speed.
Kaveh rubs at his arms to warm them up, his heart sinking that you might be cold in their tent. Their tent, that mere thought has him blushing hard. He shakes his head as he brings his lantern to your tent and opens it. The two men do their best to not disturb you, and bicker, but stop when they see you’re not there. Fear quickly settles in as they notice your footprints in the snow. Alhaitham remembers what Albedo warned them about nights on the mountains, and now he’s at a loss for words.
The pair of men scramble to close the tent and follow your footsteps. The wind makes it harder to breathe so they keep their words to a minimum. With eye communication, they press on fearfully to where your footprints lead. Alhaitham is seldom scared, and when he is he hides it well. However, Kaveh can see the worry in his eyes with his eyebrows pressed together. Kaveh is about to continue on when Alhaitham stops him. The blond lifts his eyebrows until he sees Alhaitham point to the ground. There’s extra footprints. Alhaitham rushes forward as best he could in the weather as for once his feelings lead his actions. Why didn’t he speak to you about your crying? Why didn’t he speak to you about the lack of food you’ve been consuming? Why didn’t he make a comment about the bags and lines under your eyes, eyes that always sparkle for him?
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You just wanted to feel something. Or nothing. Both? The effect of the goulash is starting to wane the farther you walk. The boars you ran into earlier calmly left you alone as you pressed further. You spotted on Albedo’s map a way to the top of the mountain without climbing onto the extremities. Maybe if you would reach the top, you’d find your reason for living. And maybe you’d feel the things you’re meant to feel. Or the cold would numb you completely and you wouldn’t feel anything at all. Both are good options. The former is happier, the latter more tempting.
You somehow managed to reach the entrance of some ruin with stone slabs. The wind is too intense for you to handle, but you’re running on pure adrenaline. You push and push until finally the wind pushes back. You gasp as you’re lifted up and thrown back into the snow, hitting your head on the way down.
There it is again, that numb feeling where you’re cold but it burns. It’s feeling but not feeling. You try to touch your head and your fingertips are coated in red. It doesn’t alert you, your heart rate doesn’t change. You lay back down, tears falling and freezing against your cold skin. “I tried,” you whisper before shutting your eyes.
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The two men are shivering in their boots as they find where your footprints end. Kaveh is thankful Alhaitham put markers while they tracked you down, as he has no idea where they are. They see what looks to be remains of a city entombed in snow. In the distance they see enlightened stone slabs and a slightly open door with a cave to the right. He’s also finally able to see you. The man almost cried as he pushes himself to run toward you. He huffs haphazardly as his emotions start to get the better of him. You’re just laying there in the snow, with a crown of red circling your head like a halo. Kaveh starts to call your name and places his hand on your cheek. His own tears start to fall freely as he takes you in.
Alhaitham comes up behind you and puts his, well your bag down. He knew your bag had the first aid and he takes it out. He carefully lifts your head and your groan. “Thank the archons,” he whispers before starting to wrap your head. Kaveh holds your hand, trying to warm it up, his voice a soft whimper. Once you were carefully assessed for any other injuries, Alhaitham carries you to the cave where there happens to be a camp with firewood. He gently lays you down and wraps you in a blanket. Kaveh starts the fire to keep them warm and hugs you tightly. The air in the cave is more dense and less windy, giving them the chance to speak.
“How long,” Kaveh starts, “do you think she was up here?”
Alhaitham clenches his hands into fists at the thought of you being here alone. “I’m no doctor so I can’t say for certain. But I know her groaning is a good sign. She’s alive, hurt but alive.”
Kaveh sniffles from the cold and his rushing emotions. “Why did she do this?”
“…we can ask her when she wakes up.”
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The world seems blurry as voices mesh together. You feel warm and stuck, with a massive headache. You can’t totally move, but you feel secure. Your eyes slowly flutter open and you hiss. Your throat feels drier than the desert of Sumeru. As you take in your surroundings, you're slightly confused. And then you remember. To either side of you are your tent mates and you realize why you felt stuck.
Kaveh is holding you tightly as Alhaitham rests in your lap. Your cheeks muster some heat at the closeness. Did they come find you? Why would they do that?
“Can you stop moving? You’re making sleeping hard.”
Your eyes go wide when you hear Alhaitham’s low morning voice. You see him peer at you through a sleepy haze. You swallow a lump in your throat as you feel the dam break as you cry. Kaveh’s arms tighten around you as he nuzzles your neck.
“Don’t,” he softly breathes, “scare me like that.”
You nod against him and brokenly say, “I’m sorry.”
Alhaitham hums. “We know.”
Your tongue feels caught in a web but the need to unload your heart overcomes you. “…I try so hard to exist. And it hurts.” Kaveh squeezes you tighter. “I just wanted to feel something, anything. And the cold burned, I’ve never felt anything like that. I needed a reason to feel, to keep trying. I do so much and it all feels so meaningless. I thought if I made the top I’d find meaning…but if I died along the way, that would be fine too.”
Your heart starts to lift and feel lighter. It’s not everything you wanted to say or felt, but it captured most of it. Alhaitham tangles his fingers with yours, heart fluttering at the rush of blood under your skin. He won’t say it now as you are recovering, but he wants to be the person you lean on. He never wants you to battle and suffer on your own, and he’s sure Kaveh shares the same sentiment. He’s able to peek at the edge of the cave and sees the early rays of the morning. He hesitates moving you back to Albedo's base and starts hatching a plan of why the three of them left early. He sits up and sees the two of you with tear tracks on your cheeks and his heart swells. “Don’t worry me so much you two.”
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OK SO
M! Reader with Beel but reader is a chef/baker. Beel only learns about Readers talent when he eats one of their meals and finally feels full for the first time probably ever. Beel questions reader about the contents of the food and reader is like “idfk, made with love?” Because of this, Beel forces Reader to make him food as much as possible.
Small little thing I was thinking about, thought it might be cute.
𝙇3𝙑𝙄-𝘽𝘽𝙔 ;; ᵒⁿ ᵗᵘᵐᵇˡʳ ░ : ｡.｡
warnings / sum // he's full of your love and still wanting more. || beelzebub (obey me! one master), male reader, fluff
a / n // tysm for giving me my first ever request on here + i love beel sm so i was so excited to start writing this!!! [B. NAME] = bakery name (usually would mean "brother" but in this fic no)
# full of your love // beelzebub x m!reader ≟ ˚◦
: ｡.｡ ░ ᵒⁿ ᵗᵘᵐᵇˡʳ ;; 𝙇𝙀𝙑𝙄-𝘽𝘽𝙔
𝙄𝙏 — was known all across the Devildom that [F. NAME]'s baking was the best and not only that, but the [B. NAME] was also great, even Barbatos and Luke would agree so, their own pastries maybe put to shame. The bakery smelt of fresh sweets, toasted bread, and the clear aroma of caffeine. Everything in the building screamed a homey feeling, it brought a warm welcome to any person, demon, or angel walking in. A heaven in hell.
It was unsurprising that Beelzebub, Avatar of Gluttony, quickly found out about the place, and became a frequent patron. Not only that, he was the generally the sweetest and most supportive, having the money to buy all of the bakeries pastries if he wanted to.
It was currently a normal day, it had begun to snow in the Devildom and demons all around looked for refuge in any open stores. Beelzebub sat down at a table, scarfing down the food given to him by [F. NAME].
The demon looked up at [F. NAME] as he munched, "your baking is always the best, [F. NAME]... mmm..."
The [H. COLOR]-nette could only chuckle, placing more food before the other, "so I've heard, Beel."
They continued to bask in each other's warm company, [F. NAME] soon pulling in a chair and propping his elbows up to admire his favorite customer.
Beel gulped down the remains of the food with a good jug of coffee and sighed in content. He patted his stomach and realized an odd feeling.
"... I feel so full, [F. NAME]."
"I'd be surprised if you didn't, you've ate more than you regularly do."
Beel shook his head, "no, you don't understand. I never get full." The ginger tightened his brows at the other, seeing as how the baker was not staring back quizzically.
"That's interesting...?" [F. NAME] said, confusion in his tone.
They stayed staring at each other for a minute or two, an awkward atmosphere still growing. [F. NAME] opted the conversation was done and stood up, grabbing a nearby platter and stacking the empty dishes, Beelzebub could only watch, a curious wilderment still evident.
He suddenly snapped out of it, stopping the baker.
"What do you put in your food?"
Caught off guard, [F. NAME] opened his mouth to close it again. Shouldn't it be obvious...? Flour... sugar... salt — y'know, what else is one supposed to put in a pastry?
"What else?" [F. NAME] softly smiled, "it's pastries."
Beelzebub shook his head, not satisfied and repeated his question. [F. NAME], a platter still in hand, took his other and placed it on his chin in ponder.
"Hmmm... love, I guess?"
The silence came back at Beelzebub widened his eyes. [F. NAME] chuckled again, the melody of his voice filling the bakery as he went back to tidy up. Beel felt a feeling deep inside him, butterflies swirling inside his chest. The deepest red took over the avatar's face as he slowly raised his hand, grabbing [F. NAME]'s wrist.
Both became surprised at the upcoming words.
"Please, make me as much food as you can!"
"U — uh? I'm sorry?"
Beel stood up, his face now mere inches away from the other, "more! I need more!"
[F. NAME] smiled, trying to stifle his laughter but soon blowing up.
"Sure! Sure — haha, just — just sit down Beel, and I'll cook you all the food you want!"
𝙇3𝙑𝙄-𝘽𝘽𝙔 ;; ᵒⁿ ᵗᵘᵐᵇˡʳ ░ : ｡.｡
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YOUR SOLDIER ೃ⁀➷
Imagine [ Knight!Keigo ; Princess!Reader ] Royalty!AU ¡Fluff!
Obviously this will have a sequel, a oneshot or a drabble perhaps. Damn in love with Knight!Keigo
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→ The embroidered shield on his cloak was an emblem that only the princess's Royal Knight was proud to wear, a pair of Red Wings. Acting like a guardian angel for her.
→ “I pledge my loyalty to you”
→ One of the most coveted knights in the kingdom, young, strong and handsome. Maidens called his name from the podium as he dueled. Too bad for them, the young man's heart was busy with someone else.
→ “My sword, my shield and my heart belong to you, princess”
→ "This handkerchief is for you, as a token of your bravery" With a curtsy he accepted the handkerchief from the maiden, fine silk with floral embroidery. He smiled.
→ On sleepless nights, when sleep was impossible to fall, she knew that behind the great oak door there was a young blond gentleman guarding her room. The desire to invite him in was always there, waiting for one day to happen. Perhaps his strong arms and thick-voiced whispers from him will help her sleep.
→ As much as she wanted it, she couldn't, it was wrong, for which it was replaced by simple talks, outside the comfort of her room.
→ “Another sleepless night?” "It's hard for me to do it knowing that you're alone out here" "He's too kind to me, her highness" "Stop calling me that" "I'm sorry, my queen"
→ Sitting in the Royal Garden, he told her about his battles, exploits and experiences, while she listened attentively, enraptured, seeking refuge in that opposite golden eyes.
→ “Princess, this is for you” he handed over a big red book “You can't have adventures outside the castle, but you can read them. I want you to tell me later."
→ On walks through the city, chivalrous, he offered her his arm with a smile. Halfway through the journey, between the white forests because of the snow, their hands slowly found each other and intertwined, making both hearts beat harder. The thirst for the forbidden grew with the passage of time.
→ When he was injured in a duel, knew that he would later be dragged into a corner of the palace.
"Princess, I'm fine" he sat waiting while the young women moistened a piece of cloth. He always said he was fine but he loved feeling the girl's hands working on his skin.
"Come here, let me clean up the blood."
→ Under Keigo's gloves were hidden strong hands, calloused from holding the sword and some scars that decorated his fingers.
"I have my hands like this for you, so that no scratch ruins yours"
→ Brand new dresses became her favorite activity, she felt the opposite eyes fixing on her like a hawk once she left her room. "You looks beautiful today, it fits you very well"
BONUS ¡!
Three blows were heard from across the room, reverberating through the thick wood. She was silent, reflecting that her attempt at silence might have failed.
She abandoned the furs that covered the bed and smoothed her dress down a bit to make herself look presentable. "Go ahead please" she said with an idea of who could be as she wiped away the tears that fell down her cheeks.
"Princess?" She saw a blonde haired peeking out of the doorway, they made eye contact for a few seconds and then he closed the door behind him.
He was worried to see the lady in such a state, as he approached where she lay, observed how her eyelids and her cheeks were red. Her tear-dampened lashes looked to the ground, a little embarrassed to be found by her knight.
Cautiously sat next to her and removed a canvas handkerchief from his pocket. "Here," he offered. The gesture was accepted.
"You've heard me, right?" She brushed the cloth over her cheekbones.
"You don't have to hide with me" He smiled "Do you want to talk about it?"
She licked her lips and looked at him, shook his head silently.
"Princess, I'm here to protect you, don't shed tears!" he exclaimed dramatic. He managed to make the girl smile slightly.
Keigo's shoulder will always be there for her, he would be willing to do anything, after all it's her job.
Although he no longer sees it as a duty but as a necessity.
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Safe Haven (M) | PJM (Teaser)
Safe Haven
⟶ Pairing: Park Jimin x Female Reader
⟶ Genre: royalty, smut, 18+
⟶ Tropes: forbidden love au, medieval royal au, royal king’s guard werewolf!jimin, etc
⟶ Teaser WC: 1k+
⟶ Warnings: mild birth scene mention (hardly any details!), mentions of d*ath, brief fighting/attacking descriptions, blood, hair pulling (when attacked), weapons mentioned, poison/venom mention, random side character d*aths, soft pining, (smut warnings will be added in the official post!)
⟶ Summary: When a wolf protects the royal family for many years, he’s faced with one special princess who he’ll do anything for.
⟶ Author's Note: This is a teaser for my upcoming fic which is apart of the “To Love a Monster” collab! Teaser is currently un-beta'd! If you would like to be added to the taglist, please leave your url in the comments! (assumingly you allow tagging of your blog!) & Also feel free to tell me what you think in my asks (link right below!)
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White flurries fall slowly from the gray clouds above, decorating the large courtyard you spy down on in a sheet of fresh snow. Most of the garden that blooms the most gorgeous flowers is now a mess of dead plants and weeds.
The bare trees stand firm. But for those who stand strong in the winter months like hollies with red berries and camellias, continue to stand out next to the beauty of sheared evergreens and deciduous shrubs with colorful stems.
Your eyes are not trained on admiring the bright snow that cascades from the sky so beautifully. Normally you do. As you sit by your glass window with a blanket around your shoulders, you look down from your chambers on the third level of the castle to fancy something different.
Men – some of the royal guards – play around with one another in the cold weather. Some have shifted, others remain in their noble suits. The one you fixate your stare on is your personal guard, Jimin.
He stands leaning against the stone staircase besides a few of his equals. Chatting away about who knows what, watching the others roughhouse with another. Jimin is quite handsome, he always has been. For as long as you remember he’s looked the same, minus the fluctuation of hair styles and added tattoos that linger his body. A few battle scars to add.
As a guard he wears your family's sigil proudly – a lotus flower – on each of his articles of clothing. Customized into each of the guards’ crested plates of metal armor and sewn into each leather hide.
Jimin possesses the unfair mix of unlimited masculine and feminine traits, having a soft-looking composure and full lips plus a sharp jawline and toned muscles. His voice is nearly angelic when speaking in hushed tones but also stern as ever when he leads with his strong confidence. He may not be as large as his fellow wolves, but he’s proven himself countless times to your family to have the privilege to be your personal guard. There’s nobody quite like him; no one you’ve met in your life that is.
You commend him in silence, appreciating what you can watch from afar. Even from a distance behind a glass window, he somehow manages to make your heart race. An infatuation some may call it. A yearning. He and your family have been consistent in your life, he’s comfort – as are they. But you knew from a young age, from when you began favoring Jimin’s company over others, that you need to call it ‘nothing’. Because whatever feelings that spin deep inside you are never to be spoken aloud. It’s foolish for your Kingdom, family, and you to long for a wolf who doesn’t see you as anything but a duty.
What’s more disappointing is that you don’t need to admit these infuriating feelings to Jimin, he already knows. He would never allow it to get far by cutting you short and being curt with clipped words and disapproving looks.
He is a wolf and you are a royal. Two beings who have no business intertwining besides with loyalty to the family and the job of a guard. Your acquaintanceship between another is only going to be professional. Perhaps it’s to keep the bloodline pure, untainted. How every sibling of the family is betrothed to a neighboring kingdom, growing the alliance across countries. And not one of them has a blend of wolf’s blood in them. Even though werewolves are evident in the world around you.
“Aren’t you supposed to get ready for the party tonight?” A maid who's making your bed quips up as you're daydreaming down into the evergreen.
“I’ve been stuck on deciding which dress I should wear.”
“No, you’ve been stuck staring out into the courtyard,” she corrects.
You slump in your seat as you stubbornly hold your position by the window. When you look back down, you admire the off-brown and black tones of that particular wolf you fancy. She isn’t wrong, you know. His kind eyes and kind smiles make you feel warmth like no other, and you enjoy seeing them when you gain the chance.
“I can multitask,” you feebly argue. You drag the blanket tighter around your shoulders, keeping in the warmth of your body as much as possible. “Besides, the party isn’t until a few more hours.”
“Princess, you already have guests arriving. Half the guard is at the entrance welcoming the parties who show up early. Let’s not begin to mention how several potential suitors are arriving today. You’ve failed to marry even when betrothed. Such a shame what happened with the Jeon family.”
“I prefer not to be a royal. It doesn’t feel right the way we work,” you sigh as the joyful wolves down below have fun while you’re stuck in your tower with envy. “Can we braid my hair like that one time at my Aunt’s wedding? It cascaded down beautifully.” You speak while staring out of the window, purposely ignoring the heavier topic your maid mentions. “I’ll go with the silver dress. That one comes with the gorgeous fur shawl.”
You notice the way that Jimin has suddenly turned to look up toward your window, half expecting to see you through the glass. Even in the midst of his comrades, he finds a way to give you an ounce of attention. He shakes his head momentarily, already scolding you without knowing what you’re supposed to be doing. Jimin knows looking for him isn’t on your agenda, you purposely put him there.
“For me to do that,” – you hear the voice of your maid – “I need you to get out of your chair and into your washroom.”
A small frown carves into your face when Jimin circles his finger in the air and directs you to turn around, go back to your business. He knows he’s escorting you tonight at the party, you will see him later. To make his point come across sternly, he disassociates his eye contact – bringing his attention back to his other peers and away from you.
“Princess,” your maid bids you once again.
Reluctant to leave your post at the window, you stand up regardless. You have a long night ahead of you while the castle starts to fill up with guests for your younger brother’s birthday party.
⟶ Estimated Posting Date : June 2023
© 2023 All rights reserved under @kth1 - do not copy, repost, modify, edit, or translate any of my work without my direct consent. This TUMBLR and AO3 are the ONLY places my fics are posted.
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This is my last request, this one goes for the winter requests. It can be whether platonic or romantic.
Upon realizing that Knuckles was absent from the Christmas festivities, like every year, because he was guarding the Master Emerald, the reader decides to spend the holidays with the echidna and keep him company on this special day. So, they fly to the island with a gift they want to give Knuckles.
This display of affection melts Knuckles' heart and this feeling only grows more intense as they participate in more winter activities together (like snowball fights and ice skating in a frozen lake). It gets to the point that Knuckles wishes the reader could stay with him for much more than just one day.
Sure! Here you go! Sorry for plot holes :( Darling is assumed to be Mobian.
Happy Holidays... To Me!
Yandere! Knuckles The Echidna Short - Winter Event Request
Pairing: Romantic/Platonic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Clingy behavior implied, Knuckles is implied to have a crush on you but you're currently friends, Slight violence but not towards you, Isolation/Kidnapping, Forced companionship and potential relationship.
The Tornado's blades whirr as you make your way through the sky to Angel Island. A present sits in your lap while you pilot the plane. You could barely contain the glee on your face.
Knuckles was usually never able to participate in holiday festivities with everyone. As a result, since he's your best friend, you decided to visit the guardian. Tails even let you use the Tornado to get there.
Snow flurries through the sky as you prepare to land. The island was slowly becoming more white as you exit the Tornado. You quickly grab your present and run off in search of the echidna.
It wasn't much but you wanted to show you thought of him. You wandered through the snow in warm gear until you saw your red friend by the emerald.
You frown, he looked so cold. Was this what he did every winter? You sigh and approach him.
“Hey, Knuckles!” You call to the echidna who gives you a surprised expression when you stand in front of him. You swore you saw his cheeks flush red… but he's most likely just cold.
“H-Hey… what are you doing here?” Knuckles asks and you giggle.
“Tails let me borrow the Tornado, I didn't want you alone during this time of year again. The others were a bit busy I guess.” You explain, holding up the box you got him. “I got you this~”
Knuckles gaze swaps to the box and he looks intrigued. You… care about him that much? Due to being isolated for so long he feels flattered and a bit shy.
“For me?” He whispers and you nod.
“Of course! Open it!” You chirp, giving him the box. Knuckles carefully takes the box before opening it. He wants to savor the moment.
His eyes widen when he sees what's inside.
Warm winter gear greets his eyes, all lovingly picked out by you to endure the cold. Next to it all was some grapes, a blanket, and some hot chocolate packets. Was that ice skates, too?
Knuckles goes silent for a moment. You begin to worry he may hate your gift. Instead, Knuckles was taking it all in.
You care for him… this much… what did he do to deserve you?
“Um… there's an electric kettle in the Tornado to make the cocoa-” You clear your throat. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes… I'm just really happy right now.” Knuckles smiles at you. Truth is, everything was more than okay. Knuckles had you… and presents you lovingly gave him. He couldn't be happier.
“Perfect! Now, what do you say we go have some fun?” You smile. Knuckles hesitantly looks at the Emerald before looking at you. “We won't be far, come on!”
Knuckles agrees to go with you. Yet before you jump into the winter games you help him put on the winter gear and have a few grapes with him. Afterwards you head out into the snow.
Knuckles never felt so loved….
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Knuckles never thought he'd have so much fun. You both played in the snow, ice skated on lakes, and then settled down for cocoa. Knuckles felt anything you did with him eased his tension.
The snow was cold but your winter gear helped. It felt just as warm as you while he helped you sculpt snow art. Seeing you so happy made him happy.
Knuckles struggled to have grace while ice skating, yet you managed to help him. You picked him up when he fell and merely encouraged him. Normally such a fighter he wasn't used to doing such a graceful task
Lastly, the cocoa tasted great with you. You had wrapped the blanket around you two and settled down beside a fire. Knuckles couldn't stop his cheeks from flaring due to you caring so much.
In fact… Knuckles didn't want things to end.
While you were distracted with preparing something else to do, Knuckles left quickly. You didn't notice him wandering to the Tornado. Due to how far things were you barely noticed him breaking it.
Why should the fun end? He rarely gets to see you except for when Eggman strikes. Knuckles keeps using that to reassure himself as he pushes the wreckage off the edge. Part of him felt bad… yet at the same time he seemed very excited to have you.
Knuckles then begins his walk back to you. There's an unusual jump in his step, yet when you ask about it he brushes it off. It's just the holiday spirit!
Sure… this may cause problems later! But it's been so lonely without anyone to talk to. Why don't you stay with him through the winter?
Why stop there? Why not stay with him forever?
You're the best present he could've ever asked for in his mind.
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Silver Mulan AU
(image for this au here)
Silver is a girl here, taken in and raised by the fae General Lilia. Despite her father adoring her as his angel, Silver always felt like a burden on him. Not only was she always told by others that she owed Lilia for raising her but she was human which brought discrimination to them (though not for long once Lilia found out). On top of that, she was a girl so she couldn’t even inherit the name.
She tries to bring honor to the family by applying to the matchmaker—something her father only supports for her sake as he worries about what will happen to her if he dies before her. However, things go wrong due to honest mistakes and Silver is told she’ll never be a bride and only a mistress at best.
Lilia tries to cheer her up but then he gets the summonace to war against anti-magical people. The big issue, however, is that at this time Lilia has lost his magic.
The two argue about his leaving and Silver, concerned for his life, decides to take his place even though she’s aware she’ll be executed if discovered. She cuts her hair and takes her father’s armor which resizes itself magically to fit her. (Though she needs to make other adjustments to it to hide her—assets, as she’s well endowed.)
After going to the army camp, she’s lucky enough to meet up with her childhood friend Sebek who helps keep her identity a secret from the other soldiers. There are difficulties but luckily Lilia had trained her alongside Sebek so she could defend herself. (He was convinced that she was so cute someone would try to steal her away, or worse.) Because of this, Silver was able to impress her peers, even her commander, Riddle.
They get a letter for help and discover the destroyed village, which is covered in red lotuses. They are attacked on the mountain but Silver defeats the army by causing an avalanche. As the snow falls, she saves Riddle but is injured.
This leads to everyone learning Silver is a woman. It’s nearly off with her head, but Riddle spares her as repayment for his own life.
Sebek stays behind to help her, despite the dishonor this would bring on his family, and the two start to head back iun shame. However, along the way they discover that the villains survived.
The villains attack the capital and Malleus is nearly captured but Silver and Sebek arrive to save him. This earns Silver warrior honors despite her gender and she is offered a position as his royal guard. She requests to talk to her father first.
She returns home with her boons, but all Lilia cares about is his daughter and embraces her in tears.
After this, she takes up a position as Malleus’ guard and a war hero.
#I write a lot of AU summaries but this easier than writing actual fics#mulan au#twst silver#twisted wonderland#twst#mine#silver twst#silver twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland silver#silver vanrouge#twst diasomnia#female silver#girl silver#genderbend#genderswap#rule 63#Image the bathing scene with Sebek in Mushu's role of keeping Silver's gender a secret#actually reblog with how you think the scene would play out because I don't think biting would work in his case
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Costume Concepts
Expanding the wardrobe, are we?
Epic: Faithful Sentinel
Guardian of the St. Pastry Order and their beliefs, Y/N Cookie enforces the Reverend Mother’s command with the coldest of justice. She has shown them their path, their destiny to protect the Mother and the secrets that Y/N Cookie now holds within themselves. But where does blind obedience end and true feelings begin?
Bond Buff: Y/N Cookie, Pastry Cookie
Epic: Frostbitten Friend
Within the blizzard, you may see two figures in the distance, one of Snow Sugar Cookie and one of Y/N Cookie. Don’t bother trying to speak to them, Snow Sugar will get upset someone is trying to speak to their friend. The cold has bitten down its jaws on Y/N Cookie and it does not intend to release its holds anytime soon.
Bond Buff: Y/N Cookie, Snow Sugar Cookie
Rare: Ruined Survivor
Y/N Cookie can’t remember the last time they’ve seen another cookie. Weeks, months, years, not a single soul to be found but themself. Doing whatever they can to get by in the barren wasteland they now call home, they must do their best to not alert the dragon also remaining in this world.
Bond Buff: Y/N Cookie, Longan Dragon Cookie
Epic: Serenade Among the Sirens
Be wise to not be lured in by the blissful music this cookie creates, you’ll never be able to break free once you’re snared. Musician to the BAD 5, this cookie will make sure their music is something that will never leave your head!
Bond Buff: Y/N Cookie, Poison Mushroom Cookie, Red Velvet Cookie, Licorice Cookie, Pomegranate Cookie, Schwarzwälder
Epic: Cookie of the Ridge
Being banished from their kingdom will not falter this cookie’s commitment to protecting the villages amidst the frozen lands. Bandits fear them and monsters dread them, it’s wise to not cross the Cookie of the Ridge.
Bond Buff: Y/N Cookie, Affogato Cookie, Caramel Arrow Cookie, Dark Cacao Cookie
Super Epic: Handycookie of the Year
Being voted employee of the year through a unanimous vote has led Y/N Cookie to get their engineering suit. Guaranteed that they leave work today without a scratch! Drawback being that their employees seem to stare while they work.
Bond Buff: Y/N Cookie, Coffee Candy Cookie, Baguette Cookie, Timekeeper Cookie, Croissant Cookie, String Gummy Cookie
Rare: Partner’s Lament
Heart too broken to ever love again, Y/N Cookie turns down any form of love in fear of getting hurt once more…
Bond Buff: None
Rare: Okchun Ranger
Working for the Okchun family, Y/N Cookie ensures that things are up to code and ready for the Magistrate’s arrival. They’re then the Magistrate’s guard in their arrival, usually seen alongside Okchun Cookie.
Bond Buff: Y/N Cookie, Rebel Cookie, Vagabond Cookie
Epic: Heart of the Hivemind
Embracing the infection deep within their dough, the crazed jellied cookies around them follow their command with no hesitation. Those who wish to cure the heart will have to deal with an angry horde of cookies first.
Bond Buff: Y/N Cookie, Wasabi Cookie, Angel Cookie
Epic: Industry Star
Ask any cookie on the streets of Los O’ Jellies and 9/10 they’ll tell you they’re a fan of popstar Y/N Cookie! You can find this cookie being swamped by both their career and their fans, but it won’t stop this cookie from being chipper and enthusiastic as always!
Bond Buff: Y/N Cookie, Shining Glitter Cookie, Popping Candy Cookie, Rockstar Cookie, Parfait Cookie, DJ Cookie
Super Epic: Priest of Sky and Sea
The moon and the sea in motion can be a memorable sight, but gazing into their wonder is something reserved for the priest that blesses both each night. The favor is returned with the moon shining as brilliantly as ever and the ocean providing their soothing waves.
Bond Buff: Y/N Cookie, Moonlight Cookie, Sea Fairy Cookie
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Electric Touch (BC21)
Author’s note: I miss seeing Chilly in the pitch. Hope he’s coming back soon and healthy. Until then, here’s a small fic for my Chilly baes.
Ben Chilwell x f!reader (Mason Mount’s sister)
Summary: No one really knows how shy Ben Chilwell is around you. Well, besides you. No matter the boys that surround you, he knows that you two will end up together, even if he doesn’t have the guts to talk to you.
Warnings: extreme fluff
“I swear if you don’t go talk to her, guy in nine o’ clock will hit on her and that won’t be a pleasant sight for either of us” Mason said to Ben in a loud manner as he couldn’t really whisper with all the beating music.
“I can’t, okay? It’s just too much. And, your sister isn’t a one night type of woman. She would never allow a douche like him to hit on her.” Ben took a sip of his drink and went back to talking with Connor.
“You know she won’t guard herself forever, right? At some point she’ll get tired of waiting for you to open up and be with someone who can phrase a proper word.” Mason grabbed his friend by the bicep and turned his head to face at Y/N.
She was the most enchanting woman Ben had ever met in his life. Sweet, charismatic, innocent, caring but most of all patient. And he needed someone that was patient. Ever since they met back in 2020 when Ben transferred from Leicester to Chelsea, she was one of the few people to welcome him at the club, despite only being Mason Mount’s younger sister.
Y/N had told some of the boys that she fancied Ben, including her brother and others who had left the club. She was willing to wait for him. She knew that Chilwell was shy and not the kind of man to hit on a woman, only wanting to satisfy himself.
And Ben knew she’d wait for him too. But with what Mason had just said, the clock was ticking and he needed to act soon. Very much indeed a handsome man, approached her side, offering her a drink in a red cup. That’s when Ben’s blood started boiling.
“Chilly’s gonna explode” Reece said as he laid eyes on his angered friend, whose ‘love of his life’ as he had named her, was approached by another man who was about to ask her to dance.
Ben watched carefully as the scenes unfolded. Her being nervous around the strange man, declining the drink given that she was feeling a bit dizzy and trying to remove herself from his grasp.
Y/N eyed Ben and when she got comfortable with his presence, she mouthed at him ‘help me’. Suddenly, to Ben, the words ‘fear’ and ‘shyness’ were foreign. He marched all the way to the side of the woman of his dreams and tried to shove away the guy who was trying to hit on her.
“Better knock it off buddy. Not nice to hit on taken ladies” Ben stiffly said to the man opposite him, immediately wrapping his arm around Y/N’s waist.
“I don’t see her boyfriend dude. So, why don’t let me take care of this angel?” The guy tried to flirt with Y/N but her expression clearly showed disgust.
“You’re talking to him right now. And I don’t think her brother would appreciate it either” Ben pointed to Mason and when the guy realized who the two men are, his face turned whiter than snow.
“Bro, I’m so sorry. Never happen again. Have a good night” and the strange man left the club without a date but certainly leaving Ben with Y/N alone.
“I don’t have the words to thank you Chilly! I was worried there for a second” Y/N gives Ben the biggest hug he’s ever received and he grasps onto her tightly, not wanting to let her go.
“I’ll always protect you Y/N. Even if it doesn’t seem like it.” Ben kissed her cheek softly and held her a bit longer in his arms. She loved how comfortable she could be around Ben and right now, a hug from him was all she needed.
“Can I tell you a little secret?” Y/N mumbled to Ben’s chest but he could still hear her words.
“Go ahead sweetheart”
“Don’t listen to what my brother says. I will wait for you as long as you want. You’re the one for me” As much as Ben appreciated the dedication, he was finally ready to confess. He was ready to say those little words that crept inside his heart from the moment he first laid eyes on her.
“You don’t have to wait much, because you and I know that I love you so much, Y/N. And it was about time I said it” Nervousness was the only thing he was feeling right now, worried about the reply he’d get.
“Benjamin James Chilwell, I love you more than anyone on the planet. Don’t let anyone convince you otherwise.”
“Good, because I’m not planning on it. Your words are the only I trust. And I’m hoping that I can be the perfect man for you.”
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♡ FNAF 1 x reader ♡
❄️ Winter Days ❄️
Characters: Bonnie
Includes: fluffy content, softy angst
You and Bonnie are never seen without being intact. You are either over Bonnie’s shoulder, one of his hands on your ass or either you'd be the koala to his arm.
Bonnie has the tendency to make sure you're close. The others like to be close to you, but he hates it. He'll either pull u by your waist. Talking and rambling on to them about what they were doing for Christmas.
But for fun, you two do the bamboozled challenge. Bonnie always wins since he can't really taste anything. But dont worry, his tummy will be A-OK.
But you, on the other hand- not so much.
When you two bake cookies, it's divided a little. You want chocolate chip cookies, but he wants M&M's cookies. You can’t buy two or bake them all at once. Chica will come in to steal them.
She’ll eat it raw or baked.
It usually doesn't snow too much, but when it does, you take the opportunity to make a snow-bunny for him! He finds it adorable when u try your best to make it look like him.
He watches you from the back of the pizzeria by a big window. You make him heart-shaped snowballs or snow angels. He does get a bit irritated seeing u have fun out there without him, but u don't stay too long since it gets pretty chilly.
When the day ends, u sneakily sleep over at the pizzeria or ask to do extra shifts on being the security guard. Bonnie either begs you or makes u stay with him.
He isn’t the patient type to wait hours for u to come back and hang out with him.
Bonnie also likes it when you dress up in outfits. His favorite is Mrs Claws. He finds it pretty sexy seeing you in a tight red mini skirt with a bit of fluff on the bottom, the same thing with your short crop top. He suggests it every Christmas, but you weren't feeling it. So you dressed up as a reindeer instead.
Ohh he loved that.
Let's just say he devoered you that night.
Bonnie plays your Christmas songs or any song in general to help you sleep. You have a hard time sleeping without noise, so he is your "Sleep Music."
Bonnie also has a great voice, so he can also sing to you as well. If you weren't up for gutiar music, that is.
♡ Spending Christmas with him is the best ♡
#fnaf bonnie x reader#fnaf bonnie#fluff#fnaf chica x reader#fnaf chica#fnaf freddy#fnaf freddy x reader#fnaf x reader#fnaf 1 x reader#fnaf x reader smut#winter#fnaf foxy#fnaf foxy x reader#fnaf golden freddy#fnaf golden freddy x reader#headcanons#reader insert#imagines#fanfic#fiction#oneshots
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° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 7K Follower Event! ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °
I hit 7k (wtf that’s actually crazy, I do this just to comfort myself and write during my free time and yet 7k people follow me) so I decided to do a follower event. I’ve decided to do,,,,, fantasy prompts!! I hope you all like these and, honestly thank you all so so much. Thank you all for being here for me and thank you for supporting me and my silly little anime fanfiction lol 💞💞 You’re all so sweet and supportive of me, thank you so much. I love each and every one of you.
Anyways away from all that emotional stuff, I think you all know the drill by now. You send in the emoji next to the prompt with the character of your choosing. All these prompts can be NSFW, SFW, plantonic, anything you like!! The more detailed the request, the better for me 🥺💝
Seriously thank you all so much, I don’t deserve all the love I get on here. I hope you enjoy these prompts 💗 This event will start on January 15th!! I will start crossing out prompts as they’re requested.
Cinderella AU ➸ 🌸
Mermaid ➸ 🌿
Red Riding Hood AU ➸ 🍄
The Dragon ➸ 🌼
Snow White AU ➸ 🐇
Fairy ➸ 🌷
The Prince and the Maid ➸ 💐
Beauty and the Beast AU ➸ ☁️
Royalty and the Guard ➸ 🌺
Sleeping Beauty ➸ 🪷
The Sun and the Moon ➸ 🦢
Sea Witch ➸ 🌱
The Angel and the Demon ➸ 🏵️
#soft yandere#yandere#follower event#yandere jjk#yandere jujutsu kaisen#yandere haikyuu#yandere bnha#yandere my hero academia#fairytale prompts#i can’t stop thanking you#THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH
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I Can't Lose You Too
Sebastian Sallow x reader (platonic!)
You knew you were close by to the Ashwinders’ camp, ready to cast your disillusionment charm to pick them off one by one. After everything the professors, the keepers and even your friends were asking of you however, you felt stretched thin, losing sleep trying to keep up with it all and your senses were dulled in your exhausted state.
It caught you off guard, the body binding spell being whispered behind your back. You tried to dodge but it was too late. You could do nothing as your body tensed and fell to the ground, causing a scratch on your face as it cut on a small stone on the way down. You couldn’t even cry out in pain. The ashwinder gloated as he took your wand, levitating you into a cage and locking it. Your eyes tracked your wand, which the ashwinder put down on a table nearby. All you had to do was wait for the spell to wear off and then you could try and escape.
You soon realised that the ashwinders would no doubt react if you started moving around however, and so, even as the spell wore off, you remained lying still, thinking about a way to get out without your wand. You sighed quietly in frustration, wishing you’d been more insistent that Natsai showed you how to cast wandless magic. Being able to summon your wand would have been extremely helpful in this moment.
The sun started lowering in the sky, and you felt yourself shiver. Hesitantly, you glanced at the ashwinders to see if they were watching you. You were still just wearing your school robes, and you grimaced as you noticed snowflakes start steadily falling to the ground. It was going to get cold fast. A tear slipped down your cheek as you wondered if anyone had noticed you were missing.
Luckily, your captors seemed to have forgotten about you. They settled around a campfire drinking beer and cheering about their victory. Unfortunately, you’d forgotten about escaping. The snow fell so quickly creating a blanket layer on top of you. You curled up in a ball shivering, as the snow fell through the bars of your cage. It was too cold and you were too hungry to think.
After a few hours, you had stopped shivering. You were too tired to fight anymore. Through bleary eyes you noticed a stream of red light and suddenly it felt there were screams and shouts everywhere around you. An ashwinder landed on their back beside your cage, and you caught a flash of black and green robes running past.
Closing your eyes, you smiled to yourself. It was Sebastian. You were safe with him, you didn’t have to fight. He’d protect you. “Alohamora!” Sebastian’s panicked voice rang through your ears as he opened the cage. His brows creased even more when you didn’t respond to him at all. He reached to touch your hand, flinching back as they were ice cold. “Merlin, Y/N. Let’s get you back to the hospital wing quickly.”
His hands moved so gently under your arms to help and lift you out of the cage, but he grunted as you didn’t even try to assist him in doing so. “Ugh,” Sebastian grunted, “There’s a cottage nearby, we can use the floo network from there. Come on!” For the first time, you moved your head to look at him. “No!” Your voice barely came out more than a whisper.
Sebastian let go, shocked. “What? Why?” He asked, wondering if you were delusional, or worse… cursed. “Please, don’t. I’ll be in trouble.” He drew a hand over his face, hiding his incredulous grin. Even in such a crisis as this, you were still his guardian angel; the little goody-two-shoes who would do no wrong.
“No, you won’t. I promise.” Sebastian pleaded, holding your hands in his as he tried to warm you up just a little. He shivered himself as the snow fell on him too. “It’ll be fine. You’ll see.” He began slowly pulling you out of the cage again, muttering apologies under his breath as you cried out in pain.
“Okay, up we go!” Sebastian tried not to show his terror in his voice as he lifted you up in his arms, settling on his broom and keeping a tight grip on you. He flew to the cottage close to the ground just in case you did fall off, so that you wouldn’t be hurt too badly. “Stop, stop, please.” You hoarsely whispered, your eyes fluttering closed. Sebastian was convinced you had no idea what you were saying.
As the two of you arrived at the cottage, Sebastian carefully dismounted the broom and carried you into the cottage. He laid you on the bed to warm up by the fire while he prepared the floo powder. You curled up in a ball, your eyes so heavy now. Sebastian would keep you safe, and you were so tired. “Hey… hey!” Sebastian raised his voice, seeing you fall asleep. “Don’t you dare, you need to stay awake for me. Can you do that?”
You could not. Despite your immense power, at that moment you were powerless. Your life hung on by a thread. You couldn’t even hear your closest friend anymore, unconsciousness enveloping you. “Don’t you dare do this to me! I can’t lose you too!” Sebastian yelled at you, but you remained unmoving.
He scooped you back in his arms, grabbing some floo powder in his free-ish hand, throwing it down as he yelled out for the location just by the hospital wing. Sighing in relief as he looked around to see you were both in the right place, Sebastian burst into the hospital wing.
“Mr Sallow! It is past curfew-” “There’s no time for that, please!” He begged, placing you down on the nearest bed, tucking you into the blankets tightly. His warm hand remained on your frozen shoulder as the nurse began questioning him on what you’d been up to and what was wrong. She quickly established a small heat bubble around your bed, gradually increasing the temperature. She didn’t want to shock your body by warming you too quickly.
“I suggest you get some proper rest, Mr Sallow.” The nurse began, already ushering him towards the door. “This will take a long time, and you can see them in the morning.” Sebastian hesitated, pulling your wand out of his robe pocket and placing it on the bedside table beside you. “I’ll be back before breakfast, Y/N. I promise.” He muttered to you, squeezing your hand before he left to go to the common room.
Sebastian was true to his word, though you’d never know so. Still unconscious, he held your hand as long as he could, telling you about how all your friends were worried about you, how they missed you and hoped you’d get well soon. “They’re still so cold. Why are they still cold?” Sebastian asked the nurse, a tear glistening in the corner of his eye. “I told you, Mr Sallow, this is a delicate process and it’ll take time.” He shook his head, looking down at you and squeezing your hand tighter. “Professor Weasley has asked if you could speak to her about the events leading up to this before your lessons start. She should be arriving shortly.”
He squared his shoulders in preparation, schooling a neutral expression on his face. You had practically begged him to not let you get you in trouble, and he had promised you. He’d do anything to keep that promise, even take the blame himself.
“Ah, Mr Sallow. I thought I’d find you here.” Professor Weasley called out as she entered the room, looking at the Slytherin expectantly. Sebastian said nothing though, merely nodding in acknowledgment and then turning his head back to you. “How is our new student?” She approached your bed carefully, standing just behind Sebastian, concern clearly etched on her face.
He opened his mouth to answer, then closed it again, humming to himself as he tried to figure out how to answer. “I don’t know.” He eventually answered, unable to think of anything better. “But you do know how this happened, don’t you?” It was more of a statement than a question, as the professor reached through the heat bubble surrounding you to test how well you were warming up herself. “Yeah…” Sebastian began, trying to think of a convincing lie. “It’s my fault. I asked them to.”
“Asked them to what?” Professor Weasley urged. “The ashwinders, they have a camp near Hogsmeade, they’ve been terrorising the village folk and I… wanted to make them pay.” He took a deep breath in out, his brain working overtime to keep creating the story. It sounded true for now, at least. “I asked Y/N to help me. They agreed because… because they didn’t want to see me get hurt.” While it was a lie in this context, Sebastian knew it couldn’t be more true. You’d followed his path through dark magic, always trying to keep him safe. "I was distracted and they got taken."
"I see. I think under the circumstances, we'll be seeing you in detention for a few days." Professor Weasley eyed Sebastian carefully, suspecting he wasn't giving her the full story. "I suggest you head to your classes now." With that, Sebastian hesitantly got up from his seat, giving your hand one final squeeze. "I'll be back to see you this evening, Y/N. Hang in there." He muttered to you, sheepishly hanging his head as he walked around the professor and headed to class.
Two days later, the whole castle was still talking about you. Sebastian felt the concern radiating off the entire classroom while he sat in Ancient Runes. Professor Fig kept glancing and frowning at the empty seat next to Natsai where you always sat. As he was about to leave class, he received an owl from the nurse, informing him that you were awake and up for receiving visitors. He ran through the halls to the hospital wing, rushing up to your bed.
"Its good to see you, Y/N." He breathed in relief, seeing you sat up in bed with a small smile on your face. "Not as good as it is to see you." You replied, your voice raspy from not being used in so long. Sebastian's brow creased in concern. He sat down beside you in the chair that become so familiar to him. "How are you?" He asked, reaching out to touch your arm, noticing the heat bubble was now gone. "I've missed so many classes… I'll need to work hard to catch up." You looked away from him, feeling awkward.
"Don't worry. I'll help you catch up." You folded your hands in your lap, staring at them as you tried to hide the tears welling up in your eyes. "Thank you, Sebastian." You whispered, and he could tell immediately that you were thanking him for saving your life, not for schoolwork. "Any time. Its the least I could do for everything you've done for me." This brought out a genuine smile from you as you finally looked at him. "That's what friends are for, right?" "Right."
You swayed in the bed slightly, and Sebastian had spent enough time looking after Anne to know that it meant you were tiring, still weak. "Hey, easy… easy does it." He helped you lie back down, but was distracted slightly by the door opening. "Looks like you've got more company." He frowned as he saw Professor Fig and Weasley head towards you. Clearly, the nurse had somehow informed everyone you were awake. Sebastian wouldn't be surprised if there was a queue outside to see you. "I'll see you after dinner, okay?" You said nothing, merely pulling him into a quick hug, all your emotion poured into it. You guessed it was time to finally face the music.
#sebastian sallow x reader#hogwarts legacy reader insert#hogwarts legacy x reader#hogwarts legacy imagine#sebastian sallow reader insert#platonic reader insert
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💗🍓💋 All of my artwork + moodboards 💋🍓💗
(i currently only cross post some of my artwork on my ao3! i do not post elsewhere! i do not post on pinterest/tiktok etc.)
(if you would like to share my artwork on twitter etc. link back to my blog and the artwork! thank you!)
re 6 leon x ada embrace
cable car scene leon x ada re2remake
cable car scene leon x ada re2remake (other colour version)
ada wong in og re4 dress
leon (re4r + infinite darkness + re6 meshed together)
leon sketch + lip marks + the elusive ada wong
“I’m taking a shower, and you’re coming with me.”
sunrise + you’re breathtaking, no, you’re breathtaking
re6 leon practice drawing
“come along handsome,” “yes ma’am”
love bites - reprise + shower time?
leon x ada as spiderman x black cat
“draw your fave ship like this”
safe haven + “you’re breathtaking,” “no, you’re breathtaking” part 2
“spilled milk” + “he’s a good boy” sketch
“she’s got your eyes” aeon parents + aeon baby
red (leon’s fantasy lololol) + midnight flower + it’s been a long, long time
helena harper my beloved
the lovers tw: blood/injury + the lovers [fallen version] tw: blood/injury
phone call sketch
“take me one more time” (uncens0red version on my ao3)
fallen angels tw: blood/injury
“honeymoon” + aeon in bed sketch
wet (uncensored version on my ao3)
werewolf! leon x ada au (village concept art inspired ada)
“mr. and mrs. kennedy” + family nap + aeon jazz club au
aeon week day 1 - separate ways (2023) + day 3 - domestic life + day 5 - college AU + day 7 - free day
doodle of village ada + tempting fate inspired werewolf! leon x ada
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aeon winter week day 1 - christmas (2023) + day 2 - mistletoe + day 3 - snow day + day 4 - baking + day 6 - hot chocolate - day 7 - free day (nsfw)
leon with aeon child doing his makeup
aeonvalentinesweek day 1 - dates + day 2 - polaroid + day 3 - gifts + day 4 - cupid + day 5 - desserts + day 6 - kisses + day 7 - free day
aeon comic with aeon twins
ada at sunset
Moodboards
Leon & Ada / Resident evil 2 remake
Leon & Ada / Resident evil 4
Leon & Ada / Resident evil 6
Leon & Ada / Resident evil Damnation
the night shift promo
the night shift | security guard! leon kennedy x ada wong AU masterlist
the night shift | security guard! leon kennedy x ada wong AU (chap3 inspired)
the night shift | security guard! leon kennedy x ada wong AU (chap4 inspired)
the night shift | security guard! leon kennedy x ada wong AU (chapter 7 inspired)
werewolf au - general aesthetic & inspo
Picrews
Ada’s outfit ideas for my aeon au fic
[my masterlist here]
#my artwork#my fanart#leon kennedy#Leon Kennedy x ada Wong#leon s kennedy#Leon x ada#ada wong#ada x leon#ada wong x leon kennedy#leon ada#ada leon#adaxleon#leonxada
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q!jaiden song dump………there’s a lot
anxieties (out of time) - the regrettes
what can i, what can i do? / can somebody give me a damn clue? / fear on my body like glue / can’t move, i can’t move, i can’t move / what can i, what can i say? / tellin’ myself that i’m okay / colors come after the rain
all of these anxieties / come over me, just let me breathe / are we just forever runnin’ out of time? / missin’ how it feels to really be alive / knock me down-down, up, back down / knock me down, i won’t back down
paint - the paper kites
this house has never been the same as before / it’s never felt warm, never felt warm / there’s something moving through the windows and walls / i’ve seen it before, seen it before / you left me living with a lingering soul / how little you know, how little you know
see where i am is where i’m wanting to be / i know what i need, know what i need / and there are many different places to see / i know how to dream, know how to dream / still there’s a wound and i’m moving slow / though it don’t show, though it don’t show
12345 - em beihold
and my neighbors’ screams are deafenin’ / so i’ve got the music blastin’ / feel the skin, the floor / the matches light the candle / hope it passes, smell the / one plant i can’t believe i kept alive / this must be what victory tastes like
instead of findin’ purpose / i could just sell insurance / or join a pyramid scheme / whatever the hell that means, oh / “you need a hug, are you alright?” / “nobody’s loved you much tonight” / only the mirror tells me i’m fine
before the line - dodie
i have an entire post on this one :]
not strong enough - boygenius
black hole opened in the kitchen / every clock’s a different time / it would only take the energy to fix it / i don’t know why i am
the way i am / not strong enough to be your man / i lied, i am / just lowering your expectations / half a mind that keeps the other second-guessing / close my eyes and count
there’s something in the static / i think i’ve been having revelations / coming to in the front seat, nearly empty / skip the exit to our old street and go home / go home alone
happy - mitski
happy came to visit me, he bought cookies on the way / i poured him tea, and he told me, “it’ll all be okay” / well, i told him i’d do anything to have him stay with me
i was in the bathroom, i didn’t hear him leave / i locked the door behind him, and i turned around to see / ooh, all the cookie wrappers and the empty cups of tea / well, i sighed and mumbled to myself, “again, i have to clean” / i sighed and mumbled to myself
and when you go, take this heart / i’ll make no more use of it when there’s no more you / and if you’re going, take the moon / then, maybe i will see you; in the night, i’ll see you
body and mind - girl in red
i’ve been in the deep end since i realized / there is a difference between body and mind / i’ve been at my lowest for the longest time / knowing my existence is not one of a kind
but i’ve had / my deepest cries for now / my heart’s out / my guard’s down
making the bed - olivia rodrigo
they’re changin’ my machinery, and i just let it happen / i got the things i wanted, it’s just not what i imagined
push away all the people who know me the best / but it’s me who’s been makin’ the bed / i’m so tired of being the girl that i am / every good thing has turned into something i dread / and i’m playin’ the victim so well in my head / but it’s me who’s been makin’ the bed
$20 - boygenius
pushing flowers that come up into the front of a shotgun / so many hills to die on
(take a break, make your escape) / gas, out of time, out of money / you’re doing what you can, just makin’ it run / (there’s only so much i can)
wait on me, i’m not ready / i still have to change, have to change, have to change
snow angel - reneé rapp
first to arrive, last to leave / what’s misery without company? / it’s hard to laugh when it’s hard to breathe
smiles hide what secrets keep / can’t tell a lie if you never speak / look in the mirror, she looks like me / but half-alive and twice as weak
if it kills me, i tried / if it kills me, i
#OK I SWEAR THIS IS LAST THING BEFORE THE SERVER REOPENS LMAO#i do like doing these though…….i might make more sometime mahybe#qsmp#q!jaiden#song chicanery
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