#as you can see - again - I truly adore siblings
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Best Siblings in BL - A Proposed List
I am incredibly excited for the Best Siblings in BL Bracket, it's hands down the one I had waited for the most. Consequently, I have submitted quite a few options and I am thinking why not share them all here. Consider this pre-propaganda for the ones that will be picked up for the bracket!
The ones I can see win this:
Yang and Tian from To Sir, With Love.
On paper, they had everything going against them: their respective mothers hate each other and try to turn them against each other, their father treats them unfairly differently, one of them is keeping a huge secret, the other falls for his brother’s fiancée … And yet!! they turn out to be the most loyal brothers we have ever seen in BL. They clearly adore each other, they protect each other and do whatever they can to make the other happy. Yang keeps Tian’s secret, encourages his hobbies and passions, and make sure he knows he’s loved, Tian defends Yang from their father, worries and fusses about him, and is always in his corner. They are simply wholesome and their love is top tier.
Minoru and Tane from Our Dining Table.
How could you not fall for the adorableness of this sibling duo? There is a huge age gap between Minoru and Tane, even further complicated by the fact that Minoru had to step up in taking care of his baby brother after their mother’s death. And yet, despite the difficulties the situation causes, both boys love each other so much. Even when Minoru is tired or frustrated, he always try to do his best by his brother. And Tane is just the sweetest (and most realistic tbh) little six years old I have ever had the joy to see in a BL. The scene where Tane babbles about poop curry and Minoru answers without listening until it finally clicks? peak sibling behavior.
Ton-hom and Long Pao from My Only 12%.
The two of them were fantastic older siblings to Seeiw. While he seemed a little closer to Ton-hom, they both always were there for him during the whole run of the story. They always looked out for him and took care of him, and it was obvious that he felt safe to tell them thing. They both provided comfort and gentle advice every time he needed it, helping him take responsibility for his mistakes but still ensuring he knew they were here for him. The gentleness that permeated through their relationship in every episodes really made them a strong contender for best siblings imo.
The underdogs I still would love to see go far:
Livy and Mikey from Rainbow Prince
The twins in Rainbow Prince have such a lovely, sweet relationship. They love and trust each other, and distance clearly hasn’t affected this. Also they share a beautiful duet song about how they’ll always be here for each other, and I think that has to count for something!
Kiw and Seuadao from My Secret Love
They were such quintessential little sisters, the both of them. They were bored with their older brothers’ antics in the way teen siblings often are, yet ultimately very invested in them working out and being happy. I’m sending them as a unit because the way they teamed up for/against their brothers was adorable – and they resemble each other a lot both in character and in their relationship to their respective brother.
Diao and Dao from Rakdiao
While they may not look like it at first glance, with their constant bickering and dramatic antics (hello sitcom writing), or the way Dao steamrolls her brother’s boundaries and Diao’s temper tantrums, they actually are quite a sweet pair of siblings. Diao came to live with his sister so she could keep her home after a breakup, and he worries that he may not be able to do so and will cause trouble for her. Dao wants he brother to find someone to build a family with, and even if she teases and mock a little, she worries when he gets in trouble and knows his worth. They do love each other, in their bizarre, over the top ways.
The ones I would really be happy to see win - the UWMA propaganda:
Dean, Don and Del Wongnate
I think those three deserve a spot in this list because their dynamic is just SO interesting. Don and Del have a maybe more classic relationship to each other, they are only a year apart, grew up together, and they are obviously very close despite how different they are. And then there is Dean, who just came back to live with them, whose shadow obviously loomed over them all their life, who is their older brother and isn’t sure he knows how to be, and they all have to adjust to the new dynamic at home this leads to. What makes them so good in my opinion is that they actively try to make this work, they want to be good siblings to each other. It’s sometimes clumsy (Dean telling Don he cannot go out because he shouldn't leave Del alone), it’s sometimes plain sweet (Del being heartbroken that Dean stops eating breakfast with them??), and it’s just very loving in the end.
Intouch and Ahn Chatpokin
The women in Intouch’s life love him very much, especially his older sister. In always trusts his sister with his secret, and Ahn while worrying for him, always protect and take care of him, and she never reconsider his role in the life of her daughter. She was already a teen when he came into her life, she sang to him when he cried as a babe and held him when he cried as a young man, she tried her best to shield him from their father, and she should never have had to bury her baby brother so young.
Korn, Krit and Kard Ariyasakul
Maybe the least focused on siblings of the show, I think they actually do deserve a place in that Best Siblings selection too. Korn, on top of everything going on with his father, always stand as a shield between his violence and his little brothers. He hates it, but he will sacrifice his dreams and aspirations so his brothers can follow theirs. And that love is entirely reciprocated, both Krit and Kard being here for him when their father hurt him, Krit ready to let go of his dream of becoming a cop to alleviate Korn’s burden, Kard naming his sons with the names both his brothers chose when they were young. Those three brothers loved each other so much, and my heart breaks every time I think of Krit, grown up and a father himself, telling Pharm "I don't have any brother left..."
I am, very obviously, missing a lot of really good siblings from really good shows, but those are the ones I love the most across all the shows I have seen.
Can't wait to see everyone's submissions and reasons!
#is is going the be the poll I have the strongest opinions about so far lol#as you can see - again - I truly adore siblings#could write about them all day#BL bracket#To Sir With Love#Khun Chai#Bokura no shokutaku#Our Dining Table#My Only 12%#Rainbow Prince#My Secret Love#My Secret Love the series#Rakdiao#Until We Meet Again#UWMA#words
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anthony bridgerton x wife, fem!reader
summary: after a game of pall mall, anthony realises he has been neglecting his wife
warnings: nudity, orgasm, cunnilingus, p in v, fingering, praise kink, expeditionist kink, breeding kink, semi-public sex, breast play, unprotected sex, allusions to anxiety (maybe), arranged marriage, argument, dom!anthony, sub!reader
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You sighed to yourself as you nervously wrung your fingers out in front of yourself. You were in the carriage on the way to your arranges husband’s manor. You always became anxious when meeting people that you did not know well even if you had already met them once before. Truly, you adored Anthony’s family but it was still nerve inducing.
Your husband sat opposite you, gazing peacefully out of the window. This was how your carriage rides were normally spent. In silence. You are typically quiet anyway and for Anthony it would depend on his mood. However, even when the two of you were alone he refused to speak to you.
Suddenly, the carriage halted and Anthony assisted you out of the carriage but that was the only touching you would ever do. The only night you both had spent together was your wedding night. You made your way to the entrance, hanging behind Anthony a bit. “Mother.”, Anthony hung his head in greeting. “Lady Bridgerton.”, you copied your husband’s actions. She smiled and stated: “Call me Violet, Y/N.”
She then guided the two of you inside. You stood off to the side as Anthony’s siblings welcomed him. Eloise noticed you standing quietly and walked over to you. “Hello, Y/N. It’s nice to see you again.”, she said. “You as well, Eloise.”, you gently smiled. Your eyes strayed to Anthony’s figure and so did Eloise’s. “Has he been annoying you recently? He certainly annoyed me when I lived with him.”, she questioned. “Of course. He wouldn’t be himself if he wasn’t annoying.”, you replied. Eloise laughed slightly and you laughed along with her but it was almost in spite of your husband. You hated him but at the same time you loved him. He certainly hated you.
Benedict then led you all outside for a game of pall mall. You had never played it before and so Colin taught you the rules. “How shall we choose who gets which mallet? I think the guest should get the first choice.”, Benedict stated as he looked to you. Anthony reached out before Benedict hit his hand away. “Not you, Anthony. I’m talking to Y/N.”, he said annoyed. You noticed Anthony’s hand attempt to grab the black one before and so you choose that one just to aggravate him. “Great choice, Y/N!”, Colin chuckled. You turned to look at Anthony and saw his brooding look and tried to contain your giggles.
“Everybody get your mallets.”, Benedict said as they all raced to get their mallet. All except Anthony who was left to the pink one. He huffed in annoyance and you went to stand beside Eloise. “Look at Anthony. There’s practically steam coming out of his ears.”, you laughed. Anthony heard his name and turned to glare at you. You shut up.
“Y/N, you can have the first hit.”, Daphne offered. You slowly walked up and tried to ignore how everyone was focusing on you. You carefully aimed and then hit it. It was just wide of the goal. “That was awful.”, you stated. “Nobody gets it in first try, Y/N. In fact, that was perhaps the best first attempt I have ever seen.”, Daphne responded reassuringly. You turned to move out of the way for the next person’s go and made eye contact with Anthony who looked exceedingly angry compared to before. His eyes bore into you and he looked as if he was trying to decipher something.
It was now Anthony’s turn. He managed to hit your ball onto the opposite side of the field. You rolled your eyes as you began your stroll over. Anthony offered to go with you. You ignored him and continued. He followed anyway. You finally found the ball and noticed your husband. “Why are you following me?”, you blatantly asked. “You’re my wife.”, he simply stated. “Am I?”, you replied. He tilted his head in confusion. “Yes. How would you not be?”
“You do not treat me as such.”, you continued. “We have only ever once been intimate. At our wedding night. You barely even touch me, never mind intimately.”, you sighed as tears pooled in your eyes. He gazed at you. “Is that truly how you feel?”
You nodded, unable to form words. Tears slid down your cheeks. “I did not mean to make you feel as such. I didn’t want to hurt you. I am not made to be a husband or father. I am not made to love or to be loved.”, he responded as water filled his eyes. “But Anthony, you’ve been a father for your whole life. You raised your siblings and you did a great job at it.”, you stared at him with a sad expression. He looked up at you and took in your understanding tone. He gently caressed your face.
You gazed into his eyes. You were both so vulnerable. Anthony’s lips crashed onto yours and you sighed with content. You pulled away for air. “Anthony, please.”, you moaned as you moved your hands into his hair. “Please what?”, he asked teasingly. “Touch me. We have missed a year of this and are yet to make an heir so fuck me like it.”, you bravely admitted. He smirked before inserting two fingers up your dress and into your cunt. He let out a sigh as he felt how wet you were. “Good girl.”, he praised.
You moaned at his praise. “Need more.”, you mumbled. He leant down and pushed his face up your dress and began kitten licking your pussy. You gently guided his head against you. He still had his fingers pumping in and out of you as he licked up and down your slick folds. He felt your walls clench against his tongue and let out a sound that sent vibrations down your cunt. You grabbed the edge of your dress to ease the pressure building up within you.
You felt yourself cum as Anthony made sure to swallow it all. He then left from beneath your dress and licked the last of your slick from his lips. He moved his hands to your corset and his eyes looked to you for permission. You nodded breathlessly. He delicately removed your garments with expertise.
He hastily removed his breeches and released his erection. He bowed down to lick your hardening nipples and he even abruptly bit them. “Anthony…”, you moaned. He heard your desperate cry and lined himself up with your entrance. Slowly, he entered you and allowed you time to adjust to him. He then began to thrust in and out of you. You grinded against him, causing him to fasten his pace as he knew you wanted more.
He rested his head against your breasts and gently kissed them, occasionally leaving love bites. Anthony then adapted his position to reach deeper into you. He felt you tighten around his length and his cock began to twitch at the sudden pressure against him. You let the euphoria take you away and Anthony soon followed. He made sure to continue pushing into you as he came. After all, you had wanted to make an heir. He groaned before carefully and slowly removing himself from you. He rolled off of you and kissed your temple as he moved to hold you.
“Dear, we should probably head back. It has taken us a while to find the ball.”, he chuckled and you tiredly laughed. He put his breeches back on and helped you into your dress. He attempted to do your corset up but he only knew how to undo them, not tie them up and so it was slightly loose. He only hopes his family wouldn’t notice. You started your journey back to the pall mall match with Anthony’s help as your legs were slightly wobbly.
Your hair looked similar to as it had before. Luckily, you had requested your maid to only curl it and add a pin (you weren’t one for all the fuss of doing your hair) and so it was nothing extravagant so it was easy to set it back to how it was. As soon as you arrived back, you realised the game had come to an end. “Who won?”, Anthony asked. “Colin.”, Benedict replied. “Why did you take so long?”, Colin questioned. “You could have won, brother. Actually, Y/N, you could have won.”, he added. Violet came outside to check on everyone as she had heard the conversation. It didn’t take her long to realise what had happened. She glanced at the steady hold Anthony had on you, the slight tone in your cheeks and your legs that looked as if they would collapse at any moment if Anthony’s hold was not so strong. She smiled to herself. She knew that the arranged marriage would work. You two were meant for each other, no matter how you wished to deny it.
#anthony bridgerton#anthony bridgerton x reader#anthony bridgerton x you#anthony bridgerton imagine#anthony bridgerton x female reader#anthony bridgerton one shot#bridgerton#bridgerton x reader#bridgerton imagine#bridgerton x you#bridgerton x y/n#bridgerton x female reader#fem!reader
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Okay I have an request
So like we are azula and zuko sister and we adored by both but like in the catacombs we choose gaang over azula and zuko of this and please can y/n x sokka and now zuko now wants to join gaang and yeah I am not good with words I hope u understand what I said😁
Y/n can be a firebender or non bender its ur choice anyway
a/n: okay so there’s a lot to tackle in this request which is why i chose to do it as headcanons so i hope you don’t mind !
summary: being the middle child isn’t easy, especially when your siblings are Zuko and Azula
As the only non-bender and middle child of the royal family, you never felt like you mattered
You were the Black Swan of the palace, a disgrace to your father and his image
You kept to yourself, staying in the shadows and out of his way while your siblings took the spotlight
However, just because your father looked down upon you didn’t mean your siblings shared his sentiment
In fact, they adored you
Zuko was an attentive older brother. He let you follow him everywhere, defended you against anyone who dared speak badly about you, and was your shoulder to cry on whenever your father was feeling particularly cruel
He saw you for who you were, and who you were was an intelligent, kind, talented young woman meant to do great things in her lifetime
Azula, while being particularly mean to Zuko at times, never once treated you the way she saw her brother
Despite you being a nonbender, she surprisingly never speaks down to you or makes you feel less than
It could be because she doesn’t see you as competition as she does Zuko, or maybe she truly does just feel genuine sisterly love for you
Maybe it’s because whenever she felt your mother was unfairly favoring your brother over her, you were always there to assure her that she was a wonderful bender and just as important
Maybe it’s because sometimes she wished you could be her mother instead
Whatever her reasoning, Azula sees you as a comforting presence in her life. She seeks your validation constantly almost as much as your father’s, and she’d do anything to protect you and your honor
Things became worse for you when Ursa left. She could no longer intervene when your father felt like tormenting you, and your siblings knew better than to say anything in your defense. Shortly after her banishment, Ozai deems it best to send you away to the academy since he has no other use for you
Your departure is hard for both siblings. Zuko is gutted that he can no longer be there to protect you or look after you. Though she acts as if she couldn’t care less, Azula is devastated at your leaving. Her source of comfort is being ripped away from her, and she has no one to look out for her
At the academy you learn various forms of physical combat and weaponry wielding. You’re especially fond of using tanto swords in battle and they’ve become your weapon of choice when in a fight
Zuko and Azula send you letters during your stay at school behind your father’s back updating you about your home, their lives, and their annoyance of each other. You keep every single one they send, and it eases the ache of your home sickness
It’s also at the school that you learn of the Agni Kai and Zuko’s banishment. Your heart breaks for your older brother, and you’re devastated at the fact that you never got the chance to say goodbye and you may never see him again. He still sends letter for a time, but as the years pass they become less frequent and almost nonexistent. Azula’s letters follow the same path
Years pass and your father deems it time for you to come home. Now that you’ve made a decent fighter out of yourself he finds your worthy of being his daughter again
However, your stay is short lived. Azula recruits you to be part of her little team to capture the Avatar and your brother, and you don’t really have any other choice but to agree
You downplay how skilled you are in fighting so that she doesn’t expect much from you and force you to do too much of the work. You don’t want to go against her, but you also don’t want to have to fight your brother and your uncle
You also don’t exactly feel good about destroying the world’s last hope for peace
And that’s why, when the time comes, you choose the Avatar over your siblings
You’re tired of being pulled back and forth, of always being stuck between your siblings with no real purpose, of not being able to do anything for yourself
Zuko is astonished by your choice and conflicted. Just when he finally had found his way back into the family you chose to leave it. Why were you doing this? Why were you ruining everything?
Azula is furious. Your betrayal hurts worse than mother’s. You’d always taken her side, always comforted her and supported her, you’d always been there, and now you were leaving. How dare you leave her?
“You fool!” She’d cried, angrily sending a blast of blue flames your way knowing you wouldn’t be able to stop it. If not for Iroh, surely her strike would have ended you. The fact that your own sister was willing to hurt you for the cause was enough proof to know you were making the right decision
You help the Avatar escape and join his group, vowing to help them in any way you can to win the war. Your fighting skills and knowledge of the Fire Nation makes you a big help and they appreciate your assistance
It doesn’t take long for you to win their trust and acclimate into their group. You become fast friends with everyone, growing especially close to Sokka who may or may not have a huge crush on you
He definitely becomes your shoulder to lean on when things get tough, because he knows it can’t be easy for you to just leave all you’ve ever known behind. you struggle constantly over having to choose the Avatar over your siblings, but he constantly assures you that you’ve made the right choice
Least to say your departure makes Zuko’s return home even more conflicting and turmoil filled. How can he enjoy being back home when you’re not there to enjoy it with him? How could he be happy knowing his sister was out there risking her life to help the Avatar?
Your decision definitely inspires his own to leave the Fire Nation and aid Aang and his friends
Your abandonment of your siblings also fuels Azula’s descent into madness, fueling her fire to continue her mission to capture the Avatar
It’s a rough position you’ve found yourself in, but it’s not like your whole life hasn’t been you stuck in a terrible spot
Being the middle child is hard, especially when your siblings are Zuko and Azula
#melzula writes#request#zuko#azula#sibling!reader#zuko x reader#zuko imagine#zuko x sibling!reader#azula x reader#azula x sibling!reader#atla#atla x reader#atla imagine#atla headcanons#avatar the last airbender
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Could you do a Carlisle fic where he’s got a daughter and she’s a huge daddy’s girl and we just see how they interact and how much he spoils her, and how much to y/n’s avail she’s got him tied around her little finger
Daddy's Girl || c.c
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: carlisle cullen x human wife reader
(𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝)
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.2k
𝐚/𝐧: again i’m so sorry i’ve taken years to reply to these requests, but i’m back on my carlisle cullen shit 😍 i adore writing carlisle as a dad, so if you guys like reading that check out this fic. i didn't have time to proofread so i apologize!
(ik renesmee didn’t grow like a normal kid but i’m just going to write carlisle’s daughter like a normal kid lol)
There are certain milestones that all parents spend years dreading, so very much so that they forget to live in the moment. They spend too many years counting down the time to these moments that signify the growth of their little ones. It is more than true that life flies by before you can even realize it; however, for the Cullens, the rules of time did not apply. Or so it seemed.
For (y/n) and Carlisle, the same dread and race against time that many parents experienced was seemingly inescapable; even despite the fact that Carlisle was immune to mortality. Their precious Elizabeth, who was seemingly just born, was actually five and now preparing for her year of kindergarten. For all parents alike, kindergarten was the first big milestone of many that meant their kids were one step closer to growing up.
It was the first of August which meant that the kids of Forks had exactly a month before school started up once more. (Y/n) was pulling down the plush comforter as she prepared for bed when she noticed Carlisle’s absence. Regardless that he didn’t truly sleep, Carlisle was always there by his wife’s side as she drifted off. She threw the decorative pillows into a corner before wandering down the hall to the man’s office. All of the lights were off in the hallway, except for one. Elizabeth was fast asleep, probably dreaming about the first day, while her much older siblings were out roaming around. It was only plausible that the solely lit room in the house was Carlisle in his office.
Knocking on the cracked door, (y/n) slowly pushed it open, “Carlisle, honey, what are you still doing up?”
It was clear that something was clearly bothering Carlisle, for his hands dejectedly held his head and he was still dressed in his work clothes. (Y/n) wondered if he had lost a patient at work today or if something terrible had happened in the family.
At the sight of his wife, Carlisle immediately sat up and shot her a weak smile to seem convincing. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’ve just been caught up in thinking that I didn’t notice the time.”
He held out his hand to invite her over to which she quickly crossed the room and connected her hand with his.
“Something’s up. Do you want to talk about it?” (Y/n) mindlessly played with his fingers while she studied his solemn expression.
“You can read me like a book can’t you?” Carlisle playfully cocked his head before delicately kissing (y/n)’s wrist. “I would like to talk, but let’s go to bed first, okay? You seem tired, sweetheart. I’m sorry that I’ve already kept you up late.”
(Y/n) stood up from leaning on his desk as he rose from his office chair. Ever so slightly, she pecked his cheek thoughtfully before heading back to the bedroom. “Don’t ever apologize about that, Carlisle. I’m always here for you. For better and for worse, remember?”
It was at that moment that Carlisle realized that life would have been miserable without her.
Since the bed was already made, (y/n) climbed in, but left the bedside lamps on for Carlisle who was quickly changing into some loungewear. He came back in mere minutes and got in on his side of the bed before pulling (y/n) close to his chest.
Her head rested on his shoulder while his chin rested gently atop her head, “So what’s on your mind?”
Carlisle softly sighed before beginning, “This may seem melodramatic, but I’m just very worried about Elizabeth.”
“Oh honey,” (Y/n) peered up at the man to look into his golden eyes that were full of concern.
“I mean, for three-hundred years, I never thought that I’d get to experience this kind of life. I never thought I’d get to experience this kind of love, let alone have a child of my own. She’s just growing up so fast, (y/n). For once in my life, I fear that time is finally getting the best of me.”
Carlisle gingerly pulled (y/n) closer by the waist, wanting nothing more than for her to be as close as humanly possible. She too knew exactly how he felt about Elizabeth growing up so fast, about time moving at light speed, about everything. Words weren’t enough to sympathize with the man, so she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He immediately reciprocated the gesture and lovingly squeezed his arms around her waist before burying his face in her neck.
(Y/n) slightly leaned back, just enough so that she could kiss her husband reassuringly. “We will get through this, Carlisle. I promise you.” He just nodded and planted a kiss in return on her forehead.
Trying to lighten the mood, (y/n) continued, “Besides, Lizzie wants to go back to school shopping tomorrow. We gotta put on our game faces. You know she’s going to beg for glow in the dark backpack. I already saw her eyeballing it in one of Alice’s magazines.”
Carlisle just chuckled lightly before reaching over to turn off the bedside lamp. “Goodnight, darling.”
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Elizabeth was absolutely oblivious to her parents' heartache that they tried their best to hide. She also couldn’t understand the dread of older students, for she was over the moon about starting school.
The next morning, you could only sleep in till about eight before Elizabeth jumped on the bed.
“Mommy, wake up! We gotta go shopping today.” Her golden locks were matted and her pajamas were crumpled, but her excitement made up for her sleepy appearance. She leaned against Carlisle’s pillow giving (y/n) her best puppy eyes.
Just a few seconds later Carlisle came running in, laughing when he found that Elizabeth had already made her target.
“Birdie, I told you not to wake your mom yet.” Carlisle walked over with his hands on his hips before bending down to kiss (y/n) on the forehead. “Morning, you.”
She peered up at the man and slipped out of the covers to stand next to him. Elizabeth, taking this as a ‘yes,’ then jumped into her mother’s unexpecting arms.
“Thank you, Mommy!” She kissed (y/n)’s cheek in appreciation. Her sweetness made it nearly impossible for the two parents to resist.
“Of course, baby. Just let me get ready first, okay?” (Y/n) set down her daughter and turned to Carlisle who automatically knew that he’d be getting Elizabeth ready for the day.
“Okie dokie! Daddy made me breakfast, so we can make you some too!”
Staying true to her word, Elizabeth with the help of Carlisle made a simple pancake breakfast for (y/n) who appreciated the gesture. She had gotten ready in record time which only furthered her daughter’s enthusiasm to get in the car and go.
(Y/n) grabbed her purse off the counter after eating and went outside to find Carlisle struggling to strap Elizabeth in her car seat. Her legs flailed around excitedly which made it almost impossible for the man to secure her in the seat. Deciding to not interfere, (y/n) stood in front of the garage door and watched the interaction.
“Birdie, I know you're excited, but we can’t go anywhere until you sit still.” Carlisle sat on the edge of the leather seat and looked pointedly at Elizabeth who finally understood the severity of his statement. When it came between the two parents, it was obvious that Carlisle was Elizabeth’s favorite. So for him to be serious with her, Elizabeth knew that she should get her act together.
Once (y/n) saw that the two had finally come to an understanding, she walked to the passenger door of the car and got in. Never in a million years would she have thought to see a car seat in the back of Carlisle Cullen’s black Mercedes which was decked out in expensive leather and the finest technology.
Carlisle quickly got in the driver’s seat and backed out of the driveway before Elizabeth could fuss anymore.
Elizabeth surprisingly was silent during the drive, instead opting to look out the window and hum along to the radio. The drive was only a few minutes long, but from the minute the car was in the parking lot, (y/n) and Carlisle could tell that this was going to be a long trip. It seemed as if everyone in Forks was doing their shopping since the parking lot was nearly overcrowded.
“Mommy, can I have the list?” Elizabeth was currently holding Carlisle’s hand, as to not get lost in the crowd. (Y/n) fished the school supplies list out of her purse while pulling the shopping cart to the side to avoid angry shoppers.
Carlisle had been working on teaching Elizabeth how to read, and she was proficient for her age; however, she still had some trouble.
“What’s the first thing on the list?” Carlisle looked down to his daughter who inquisitively studied the list.
“Daddy, what’s this word?” Elizabeth pointed to the first item on the list and handed it to Carlisle.
“Oh, it says ‘safety scissors,’ Birdie.” He sweetly smiled at her and handed back the list as she tried repeating the words.
Elizabeth eagerly pulled her dad’s hand to the school supply section as (y/n) kept up behind them with the shopping cart. She immediately found the safety scissors in the purple shade. Since the cart was taller than her, Elizabeth handed the scissors to Carlisle who effortlessly threw them in the basket for her. For the most part, the shopping was easy as Elizabeth went down the list and picked out each supply in the color purple. (Y/n) leaned against the shopping cart rail, nursing a cup of coffee while Carlisle tried to match Elizabeth’s zeal. Everything went smoothly until it came to the great backpack debacle.
A great variety of backpacks lined the aisle and Elizabeth eyed them all with interest. She had let go of Carlisle’s hand to inspect the backpacks that she could reach.
(Y/n) leaned close to Carlisle to whisper, “How much you wanna bet she picks up that damn glow in the dark backpack?”
Carlisle whispered back, “I don’t know, sweetheart. I feel like she’s gonna keep with the purple theme.”
Just as the two were about to shake on it, Elizabeth picked up the glow in the dark backpack. She had seen it in one of Alice’s catalogs just as (y/n) had said, but neither parent realized how taken she was by the bag.
“Mommy, Daddy, can I please get this one?” Elizabeth came up to her parents and clutched the bag with two hands. She looked up at the both of them and pleaded with her eyes.
(Y/n) looked at Carlisle who looked like he was about to cave, but the backpack was ridiculously expensive. Even though the Cullens had money, (y/n) didn’t think it wise to buy such an expensive backpack for a five year old girl who surely would take that bag through the ringer.
“How about the purple one, baby?” (Y/n) tried to deflect by picking up a lilac backpack that had flowers patterned on it. She offered the ultimatum to Elizabeth who insisted on the glow in the dark one.
“But that one doesn’t light up.”
(Y/n) then looked at Carlisle for some backup.
“Well, Birdie, how about we save that one for next year?”
Elizabeth was about to continue questioning her parents before she reluctantly accepted her fate and picked a sparkly violet backpack. Her disappointment was swiftly replaced by happiness when she found scented markers that her parents let her get.
After two hours, school supply shopping had been officially completed. Elizabeth’s enthusiasm had worn off as she now dozed against her father’s shoulder. It was apparent that she was tired as she became cranky near the end of the visit, so Carlisle carried her against his hip while (y/n) finished up some grocery shopping.
(Y/n) threw a box of Advil in the cart when she noticed the glow in the dark backpack that hadn’t been there before. She raised an eyebrow at Carlisle who smiled sheepishly and shrugged.
“I wonder how that got there?” He jested before throwing in a box of cartoon band aids that their daughter adored.
(Y/n) just shook her head and smiled. It was inevitable that Elizabeth would most definitely remain a daddy’s girl.
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The triplets kittens snuck in to NRC to see their big sister figure Crewle daughter, and seeing her they all are happy and admire her alot, and she adore them as if they are their siblings
What's more that childhood friends knows if you're close when they called you big brother
Vil, Leona, Azul, Jade, Floyd, and Deuce be when the kitties calling them big brother and quietly said " can you marry big sis (yn)?? We think you'll be a good mate/husband for them "
The Kittens | Crewel Daughter Reader
The kittens would rather infiltrate the princess academy because that is where you usually are
And when they do they’re pampered beyond compare
So its entirely different when they end up in NRC
Now the thing with NRC is that the school is on a private island
That takes a lot to travel to anyway
So the only way they’ll end up there is through nefarious means
Beating up and apprehending their kidnapper
They don’t know what to do but they recognize their beloved godfather
“Ah my little kittens, what are you doing here?”
Appalled by their journey
he takes good care of them and eventually the beast children meet your obsessive suitors:
Vil Schoenheit
“So Miwster Vil?”
“Yes, young Marie?”
“Awr you taken by anyone?”
“You mean…romantically? Well, you know me and (Y/n) have been together since the beginning.”
“Ooooh so you’ll marry godsiwster one day?”
“Hehehe, yes.”
He knows he’s destined to be with you
He’s just happy your godsiblings can recognize him as your lover already
He treats them well despite Toulese and Berlioz puffing their chests at him
Whipping children into beautiful shape is his expertise
Naturally, when Duchess is finally able to pick them up she recognizes him
“Oh thank you, Vil! Their hair! And their dress! They look divine! But even in your youth, you were such a proper gentleman!”
“Why thank you, Duchess. Your praise is an honor.”
He expects this will carry over when Duchess and Marie talk next
Leona Kingscholar
“Hey! Big Bwother!”
“Ugh what?!”
“Are you gonna marry (Y/n)!?!?”
“What?”
“Big sis! Are you gonna be her mate fwor life?”
“...Yeah, if anyone tells you different bite them for me.”
“Yes th-thwir!”
Toulouse the little orange cat boy is set on following the strong lion around
Similar to Cheka in that he endlessly follows Leona around
But his energy is more like Jack in that he admires the dorm leader’s strength and coolness
He doesn’t immediately push him away because he’s so familiar with you
He knows this kid will be singing his praises to you when he finally meets back up with you
“Y-your highness!? I apologize for any trouble my son might have given you!”
“It’s fine. The little tiger is definitely going places.”
“I’m so grateful! Thank you, your highness.”
Yeah, he better deliver
Maybe putting the wall of you visiting if the little tike ever wants to see him again
Azul Ashengrotto
“You’re vewy smart big browther!”
“Why thank you!”
“Will you marry big sis (Y/n)?”
“E-excuse me?”
Berlioz takes to his side right away
Proudly wearing his tie as he cutely escorts guests around
His glasses fog up in heat as he imagines what your kid would be like
Not only will this kid give him rapor with you
The Duchess is a renowned noble in the Shaftlands
A wonderful investor and corroborator for any romantic ventures
“It was an honor tending to your child, he was a pleasure.”
“Well, that certainly puts me at ease. You’re such a bright young man it's hard to believe your so young. Your maturity reminds me of (Y/n) do you know her.”
“Oh I do. More than you’d believe”
Jade Leech
“Well here you are little lady.”
“Why thank you Jade! You truly are quite the gentleman. Big Sis (Y/n) would looove you.”
“Oh would she?”
“Mmmhmm I’ll tell her about you when I get home. But! You have to let me be the flower girl at your wedding, okay?”
“Yes, m’lady.”
He’s got his gentleman butler+ act on lock
Perfect for catering to Marie’s little lady personality
And like a little noble lady she makes promises and is bound to gossip
Which seems to be in favor of Jade
Who smiles as he recognizes the behaviors that she’s copied
From you of course
“Duchess your daughter was a lovely guest.”
“I can’t help but thank you for taking care of her.”
“And I humbly accept.”
Floyd Leech
“Oi oi where ya going so fast?”
“I’m running because I know I need to train to be the fastest tiger ever!”
“Ah? Then let me help you!”
“Wow! You're so fast and strong! I’d say you're a perfwect mwate for Big Sis (Y/n).”
“Yeah I think so too.”
He enjoys the seemingly endless energy of Toulouse
He only runs faster because he’s pumped just thinking about you in the future
Sitting back while he runs with your little one
It's just a matter of time
“Thank you, Floyd. Toulouse is tired out but it seems he had fun.”
“Yeah we did! He was a blast!”
He thinks fondly of him but doesn’t expect much until you thank him later
Deuce Spade
“Ya ever think about marryin’ Big Sis (Y/n)?”
“W-what?! What are y–”
“I think you should. I'd like to have more fun with you!”
He doesn’t connect that Berloiz and you are related in any way
Until the little cat boy flicks his ears as Deuce offhandedly swoons as he talks about you
When he does he gets flustered
Before getting laughed at and going back to playing with him
He bows deeply to Duchess when she returns
“T-thank you for being there for (Y/n)! Consider this a small thank you for that!”
“Oh? Such vigor for a young man. Well, I am grateful you watched over my little gent. I’m sure (Y/n) would be pleased as well.”
“R-really?!”
He can’t help blushing aggressively at your name
He hopes the duchess doesn’t laugh at him when she tells you
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Hey! I've been trying to dig for some new way of water fics, and I found some on your account but... I was wondering if you'd be interested in writing a Jake sully x daughter reader. Because when he was "what's wrong baby girl" I internally melted and I would love it if you would make me melt with a fic plssss
Home Sick
[Daughter Reader with parents Neytiri and Jake Sully!]
[Warnings: Like, none?]
[AN: There are spoilers for Way of Water in here!!
Man I'm glad someone else enjoyed that too. When I saw it in theatres, my heart MELTED at how paternal Jake was to his girls. It genuinely made me so happy. Love to see it. Headcanons for now but I might revisit this and make something more in depth!!]
[Reblogs are appreciated!]
Alright some context here you are a born Na'vi but you're adopted as well. Your parents were hunters in the Omaticaya clan and were unfortunately killed while out providing for the clan. Jake and Neytiri, who were very close to your parents, took you at a very young age. I'm putting you around the same age as Kiri.
In general, you're very happy. Your parents adore you and so too do your sisters and brothers. I honestly feel you and Lo'ak are thick as thieves, but Kiri understands you in a way no one else does. Tuk loves to hang from your arms and swing around. Neteyam bears the responsibility of keeping you all out of trouble!! Which he cannot STAND at times but sigh, that's what you do when you're the eldest son. He loves you all though.
I don't want to talk about Spider. I will not.
Leaving the Omaticaya was the hardest thing your family had to do. You cannot count how many hours you're cried. And well, settling in with the Metkayina hasn't been easy. While Tsireya is very sweet and helpful, often ensuring you and your siblings feel safe and learn well, her brother and his friends are not on the same wavelength.
One late evening, you and your father finally have a chat. Your siblings are all out doing Great Mother knows what, and you're alone, tail swishing, ears bent back with tears in your big, yellow eyes.
Your father gently nods to your mother who frowns before gesturing for him to join you.
You run your fingers through the water and sigh.
"Is something on your mind?" He asks. His voice is soft and calming, like the rains that used to fall after a great storm. His hands gently run through your hair, beautiful braids that your mother and sisters worked on before you had left the Omaticaya.
"No," you answer curtly, tail sway9ing in frustration.
He raises a brow and cocks his head to the side. "Mmm, I don't recall an agitated tail being a sign of relaxation," he lightly chuckles. He knows that you're frustrated about the change and it's like, the first week of you guys being settled in. He sees you relent and frowns. "Baby girl, something you're not telling me?"
You finally look up at your father and readjust your position so you're sitting cross legged beside him. "I miss home," you say plainly, not wanting your voice to crack.
Wordlessly, he takes you into his side, wrapping you up in his strong arms and rests his head atop yours. "I miss it too." Everyone does.
He lets you cry into his side, his voice quite, willowy, as he holds you. He knows the move has been tough on you. His words are comforting.
Eventually, your mother comes on your other side and she and your father cradle you as if you were their small baby again. Your mother hums to you. She's loving and gentle, her touch not that of a warrior, but someone who truly adores you.
You cling to them. Your smaller hands grip at their forearms, their waists, burying deep into them. You can still smell the forest from your mother, how the nostalgic scent of the winds carry from your father's hair. They still smell like home though it is fading.
Your father presses his lips to the top of your head, his eyes locking with your mother's. Their hearts have broken seeing you this hurt, and they're pained with the feeling their hearts will break again.
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Hi! It’s me Mario again 😅
So, I was watching Disney movie clips, and I remembered something... I look a lot like Snow White... And it's kind of ironic that I always preferred the Evil Queen..
And I was thinking... Maybe Vil dating mc who looks like Snow White? Maybe mc and Neige are siblings, but mc aren’t like him (personality) and went to NRC ‘cause it’s better...?
Idk what I just said :v
(mc can be gn, so everyone can identify <3)
SUMMARY: Vil Schoenheit and Rook Hunt with a S/O that's Neige's sibling.
WARNINGS: None!!
COMMENTS: omg this is so funny. but!! for the sake of making sure it's as inclusive as possible, i'll just be doing a s/o that's in the same family as neige!! ^^ no physical traits will be described!! apologies that this isn't exactly what you wanted but i want to make sure a lot of people can enjoy this ^^
Vil thinks you’re absolutely lovely, albeit a bit soft. You’re too kind and spoil the people you know too much, which prevents them from growing as people most of the time, but that’s just how you roll.
He very obviously doesn’t like your brother. Neige tries so hard to connect with Vil that you almost feel bad, but you remind your brother to respect Vil’s wishes as well.
It will definitely cause some tension in the relationship, especially during competitions. It will take a lot for him to open up to you about why he feels the way he does, but with enough patience and care, he will.
Seeing you talking about laughing with Rook does make him a bit bitter if you’re talking about your brother. Vil has been working so hard for perfection and this boy is so effortlessly perfect.
It’s going to take a while. I won’t lie to you, and neither will he. But after the events of Book Five, you’ll notice him being a lot more relaxed, even if most of Pomfiore doesn’t see the same.
Rook obviously knows Neige has a sibling. Though, that’s not exactly a surprise considering he talks about you all the time in interviews. He dotes on you relentlessly, even though many of Neige’s fans are put off by your sneakiness. The contrast between the two LeBlanche siblings didn’t matter though, and Rook was enamored with your loveliness when he first saw you.
He composes poems in your honor and leaves them at your desk. Neige’s sibling at NRC has certainly stirred up commotion in his fan circles, but Rook makes it his mission to make sure you’re never uncomfortable with the attention. (Mostly by hanging around you himself because, well...it’s not like many would come near him anyway.)
Eventually, you find yourself charmed by his love for all things beautiful. He’s delighted when you tell him so, swooning. Cue a speech about how beautiful and tender young love is!!
Truly, he adores you. If there is a puddle on the sidewalk, Rook will take off his jacket and lay it down so you don’t have to dirty your shoes. There is not a day where you will feel unloved with him around!!
He’s simply delighted that you chose NRC instead of RSA. Truly, he doubts he would have met you so soon as he did if you hadn’t made that choice! Besides, with your unexpected deviousness, you definitely fit into NRC more anyways ^^
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Engraved on the knowledge tree.
Request by: @white-00-7
Pairing: Lucifer x Fem!Angel-Reader
Summary: It is said that time turns people you know into people you don't anymore. When your prayers weren't answered, you decided to visit your dearest friend, in Hell.
Warnings: Slight angst, Adam and Eve mention, fluff, NSFW.
“Dearest Sami:
I have heard of your new position in the heavens, congratulations! You must be very happy, as I am for you. The flowers of the garden are exquisite, I’ll bring you a few when I go up to visit. How are you now, are you still picking fights with Michael?
Yours truly, Y/n, principality of the south wall.”
“Dear Y/n:
Principality, oh my! I guess I’m not the only one with a big promotion. I am well, swarmed with papers of matters that yet don’t exist, if that was possible. I have a proposition for a new animal, I will show it to the council and let you know what they tell me.
And Michael is still a pain in everybody’s shoes, certainly someone’s been putting something in his oatmeal every morning, not that I have anything to do about it…or maybe I have.
How are things in the garden? I heard the big man was about to make something new.
Yours truly, Samael Morningstar”
“Dearest Sami:
My word! A new animal? I hope it is fluffy or cute, but that is perfectly capable given your gifted mind. And yes, the big boss is creating something he called “People”, we have yet to wait on his final design, he has tried many methods to create one, but they crumble down.
Don’t bother your sibling, Sami, you know you’ll get in trouble again. I hope you succeed in your presentation.
Yours truly, Y/n, principality of the south wall.”
“Dear Y/n:
I indeed succeeded! Soon you’ll see what will be called a duck floating in the lake of the garden, it has both yellow and white feathers, with a beak on their faces! Most adorable.
What is he making them with? I heard he’s going to try mud next; I do hope that works now.
Which leads me to the next question: at what full moon will you bless me with your company here? I have no one to annoy Michael with, I miss you!
Waiting for your letter, loved the little gardenia inside.
Yours truly, Samael Morningstar”
“Dearest Sami:
I am so glad you liked it! He has succeeded as well! He calls it a “Man”, he’s oddly like us, without our immortal glow and wings of course, he looks simple and fragile, but strong. Adam, the first man! Very smart as well.
I am afraid I have to stand guard, big boss’s orders, so the day I had planned going up had been postponed. I’m so sorry.
Here’s a loose feather of your latest creation! Cute as they can be, the human was the first to caress them. The feathers are the softest thing I have ever felt, even more so than petals. You are brilliant Sami!
Yours truly, Y/n, principality of the south wall.”
“Dearest Y/n:
Oh my! It’s better than I had ever imagine! Though it fills me with grief knowing that I won’t see my dearest friend in a while, but no one can fight against the big man.
I have heard that the man feels alone, so he will be making him a companion, what he calls a woman. To be his equal and support.
The first one to jump on the idea was cupid, as you can imagine, she loved it, so much that she and the big man are discussing her appearance.
Thank you for the feather, still, I would like to see you.
Yours truly, Samael Morningstar”
After Lilith was created, there was almost no letters from Samael. You, dearest reader, couldn't imagine why.
There was an exact number of twelve letters sent to Samael, but the only one that came back, when the skies were tainted red, was to join the fight against a rebellious angel and his legion of insurgents.
Armed and sadly ready to make a move as the front line, you saw Samael, your friend at the other side of the battlefield, your heart crumbled as you were hit by your comrades running off to battle.
An arrow sent you against the ground, then the fire burnt most of your wings and skin as you retreated, last thing you saw was a blinding light, then all of the rebellious team sank down on the ground, including your beloved friend, who had in his arms the first woman.
After the light, fire stars showered down from the skies, one last deed before the angels fell from the heavens, pass the grounds of earth to the new kingdom, Hell.
Your once pearly skin was tainted with burn marks, golden patches colliding with the pale hue. The pain spread across your arm, portions of your torso and multiple specks on your face, similar to freckles but in reality, those were tiny fire marks from when they collapsed on the ground.
Ever since that day, Samael turned into Lucifer.
“This is absurd! How in the- HOW was she able to redeem a sinner?” you heard Sera yell on the other side of her conference room. “Who cares?! The princess did it, there’s hope for hell after all!” Emily cheered and with reason, redemption down there seemed impossible, now it’s a reality Heaven must seize.
“Y/n! can I ask you a favor?” Emily peeked her head out from the door, “Sure miss” you replied, after there was no garden to guard, you were put as a regular soldier, just making sure everything is as perfect as it always seems to be.
“I need you to take this letter to Charlie Morningstar, okay?” why she didn’t go herself? Because as a seraphim she would have to go through Michael and the rest to be allowed to do so, and that could take another hundred years.
“Sure thing, your eminence” you walked away from the building, eyeing through the door the snake winner, internally speechless.
The portal was opened in direction to the Heaven Embassy. As you walked around the streets, sinners looked at you both in fear and repulsion, you couldn’t blame them really, “Fear not, I do not with to harm you” it work in matters that they started to ignore you, resuming they lives. Though you couldn’t stop hearing the screams and nasty comments made.
“You bitch, is your fucking angels fault!” a demon yelled before throwing a stone your way, hitting your shoulder, so a lot of other demons cue in throwing stones at your body. You dismissed the act and kept walking, knowing that if you retaliate things could escalate and become worse.
Besides, after the fire burnt your skin, you almost didn’t feel anything on your back.
The shiny building named ‘Hazbin Hotel’ had a different aura surrounding it, no wonder they were able to redeem someone.
You knocked on the door a few times, a cat like demon opened, his eyes wide as he eyed you up, “What do you want?” he bitterly asked, defensively, “Exterminators gave us a bad rep, huh?” you tried to ease the tension, “I’m here to speak with Miss Morningstar” he looked at the sword attached to your hip, “Loose the sword” he spit, his ears pinned down behind his head, “If it makes you feel safer, here, just don’t let it go into the wrong hands” when he had the weapon on his hand he stepped aside.
“Husk, is everything okay?” your previous dead like feeling melted away, she was the living image of your friend, exactly the same lovely feeling he used to irradiate, “Oh hi! Welcome to the Hazbin hotel!” she took your hand, pulling you further inside, “Oh wow, those are the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen!” she took your face in her hands, rising a golden blush on your face, seeing pass her glow to see just his image, and adoring the same reaction upon meeting you.
“Lovely to meet you, princess, my name is Y/n. I have come with a letter from the Seraphim Emily” you tried to fix your emotions by detach yourself from them, almost impossible when she looked so much like Lucifer, it hurt your insides, even more than your scars.
“Since when soldiers like yourself deliver correspondence?” you heard the red smiling demon jest from the other side of the parlor, “Since the garden of Eden faded” did he meant soldier as an insult? Or he made reference to your wounds? You fidgeted with a strand of your long silver mane.
“I didn't know angels could have freckles” an ex-exterminator made an observation, “Those are burns Maggie, I recognize my own work when I see it” the voice of the former archangel sent a shiver up your spine, thousands of years without hearing his voice made you almost forget it.
Your stomach twisted inside your body, much like Lucifer’s when you turned around and saw you. You were given the image of a lion for your strength and brave heart, he always made a mess of your hair when he wanted to pet your fluffy ears, saying that in between all the angels with your same physique, you were one of a kind, given your white fur instead of the caramel looking one.
He had always made you feel special, and just like that he turned his back on you.
“Y/n, principality of the south wall” he seemed a stranger to that name, centuries without saying it out loud, “Lucifer Morningstar, king of Hell” you curtsied, and oh how it hurt his pride. “No need for that, Y/n, I’m so glad to see you well” he extended his hand, repressing jumping to hug you, given that the last thing he saw as he fell was you under a bunch of his flames.
“Likewise” you felt his hand, rough and calloused, “Will you stay for dinner, or you have to fly back?” you couldn’t fly anymore, just to show him you expanded your backbones, allowing him to see the naked bones lacking flesh and feathers, “Even if I wanted to, I can’t, but the embassy isn’t far away”.
He remembered your wing ceremony, those were hours and hours of soaring creation by his side, enjoying your freedom, and because of him, you were stranded in the ground like a defeated bird.
The room was in a mix of awe and pity, seeing the damage created by a war made for love, then the princess interrupted with the news of her redeemed friend, it was all laughter and joy. But for some reason Lucifer couldn’t stop looking at you, all that damage, all the pain and recovery that you must’ve endured.
“Y/n, you’ll have to stay” he worded that sentence so weird, he had to make another go with it pointing the sky, clouded and dripping. “It’s just rain, I can walk just fine” the radio demon cleared his throat, calling your attention, “It’s acid rain, my dear, I’m afraid you won’t make it pass the door” upon the demon’s hand on your shoulder Lucifer’s eyes turned red for a fraction of a second.
“In that case, princess, would you mind sparing a room? I’ll leave first thing in the morning” she dismissed you calling her princess, “Call me Charlie, and yes, but the rain lasts at least a couple of weeks” you found weird that she stuttered her sentence, so much you thought she was lying.
“Charlie, if you want me to stay for some reason you can just say so” she fiddled with her suit, “I mean is true that the rain lasts a few days, but I want you to see what we can do to redeem sinners, and you could pass the message?” her way to ask for her hotel sake and her father’s was cute, you were unknowing of the latter though.
“Very well” you felt her snaping your back in the tightest hug ever, “Oh thank you, thank you!” she yelled into your chest, “Ah, Charlie I love you, but let her go please, you have yet to control your strength” Vaggie ran to your side, to take her girlfriend away from you, only then both your soul and the air came back to you.
“Like father like daughter” you muttered breathlessly, Alastor holding your arm to support you, “Really?” she lighted up even more, as if that was possible. “Exact quality hug, but he broke two ribs in the process” you let out a laugh, this time the one with the golden blush was lucifer.
“Miss Y/n, you must be tired, how about I escort you to a room?” Alastor took the opportunity to kiss the back of your hand as he pulled you towards the stairs, only to be blocked by Lucifer, “I think is best for me to do it, she’s my friend” he made an emphasis on ‘my’ when he spoke, trying to take your hand from his, but Alastor took his feet away with his tendrils coming from the floor.
“I am the host of the hotel; it is my duty” his smile grew on his face, focusing only in getting into Lucifer’s skin, he didn’t noticed you walking away, “I’m the king of hell!” Lucifer roared annoyed. “Charlie dearest, how about you take me? You are the owner of the hotel” she giggled awkwardly seeing the scene, “This way, ignore them, they do this every day” her comment made you let out a laugh, “I can imagine”.
Lucifer watched you go away with Charlie, the sway of your hips along with your hair falling down to your middle back, made him feel a tingle going up and down his body. “She is a majestic sight to behold” the drop that made Lucifer snap from his stare, “Touch her again, and I’ll forget you are friends with my daughter, bellboy” poor Alastor saw dots of light, when the king hit exactly where his wound was.
Later that night, after Charlie had gifted you a robe and a toothbrush set to use, you stared at the city, seated in a sofa chair next to the window, a cup of tea that Husk had made for you, as a way to apologize for his bitter attitude earlier, which you smiled and told him that it was rather admirable of him, to be so invested in protecting his friends.
You heard a knock, “Y/n? Are you awake?” you thought for a minute, before getting on your feet and adjust your robe. Lucifer was outside your door, his tail wrapped around his leg for moral support, his heart on his throat as he had told himself over a hundred times to just go and talk with you, before actually running down the stairs to your room.
Your mind was plagued with thoughts as well, what might he want? Is he going to apologize for what happened? Is he just going to catch up with you? But of course your body was faster than your mind, because you had opened the door.
Your divine light illuminated his eyes, rising the blush once again when he saw you mere in a long robe, “Yes?” you softly asked, “Do you- ehem, would you like to talk? I mean with me? Not that you couldn’t with anyone else, just- I mean this situation, can we?” you laughed at his ramble, “Come in” his tail lightened around his leg as he entered your room.
“So, uhm, it has been a while” he sat in the chair opposite to yours, “It has” you took another sip of your tea, “Azrael took your place to annoy Michael, the other day he found a roach in his coffee” the ice breaker worked just fine, Lucifer discarded his hat on a side, and laughed his heart out imagining the scene, “And here I thought the angel of death had no sense of humor” he said in between laughs, “You would be surprised” you took another sip.
He swallowed a tight ball of saliva as you crossed one leg over the other, allowing your shiny skin flash him for a second, “I wrote to you nonetheless” his eyes traveled up to your piercing green eyes, “You did?” he heard a low ‘mmh’ before your answer, “I received a letter from the queen, saying that you didn’t wanted to associate with someone like me” you materialized the letter, reading it out loud.
“Estimated Y/n.
I would like you to stop sending your letters, my husband is beyond your pity and sympathy. He doesn’t with to associate with someone like you. We are pretty much done with heaven after what happened.
I suggest you start acting with more dignity and stop trying to romance a married man.
Regards, Lilith Morningstar, queen of Hell.”
You dropped it to the ground, “I kept writing though, eventually, I just tossed my quill and paper, hopeless” he went on his knees, taking the letter into his hands, before looking up from your legs to your face, “Even after…that?” another hum, “Well, it was almost for nothing, she left me seven years ago” you didn’t know whether to give up the façade and offer him some kindness or continue, “That’s unfortunate” you said out of nothing.
“I think apologizing isn’t the best way to go here” his hand was suddenly on your calf, just feeling your softness, “So, can I tempt you? So maybe the next time I see you will be sooner than ten thousand years?” his yellow hue eyes shone in the dead of night right against your leg, in which he rubbed his cheek.
“I- I can’t, what will they say?” he smiled, pushing himself up, his chest slowly rising against your knee, until his face was inches from yours, “If they throw you out of heaven, I promise to catch you” he whispered, “Don’t play with me, devil” you warned, the light white fur on your neck spiked up as a response of the amount of chills his sudden touch on your hips was given you.
“I’m not, I promise I’m not, but as a matter of facts, I had a dream about you” your leg fell from your opposite knee, giving him accidentally, the opportunity to push himself between them. He took your face in his hands, caressing strands of hair away as he settled his sight on your eyes.
“Your eyes remind me of the grasslands of Eden, of the first emeralds, they are so full of life and beauty, just like the bearer. I won't say that the dream haunted me, because I was really waiting for the light of hell to come down just to dream of you, seven consecutive years since my wife left me”
Tears burned their way down your face, “I…missed you too” his breath was so suddenly close, you shut your eyes without knowing what to expect. He smiled, you were still you, “Y/n” he called you, “Tell me you enjoy being a soldier, and I’ll walk away” subtle, lovely, a kiss to your upper cheek, right below your eyes, catching a tear that slipped.
“I don’t, but you just left, and when she comes back, you’ll leave again” “Not this time” “You promise?” “I promise” he waited a couple of seconds for you to say something else, your face was so conflicted, he didn’t knew if you didn't wanted him, or you hated him, but he had no response.
Your lack of words guided his hand to cup your face with one hand, gently at first, then he slipped pass your hair to the back of your head and pulled roughly until he could devour your mouth like he had dreamed, biting, without regard, the soft flesh of your lips.
"Kitten, you taste better than I could ever dream" he lowered his head to your collarbone and from there to your chin he licked like a snake getting a taste of his prey. The sensation of his rough forked tongue sent a shiver down your spine.
You wanted to resist, but his kisses, were so skillful, his hands suddenly grabbed your hips, lifting you up with ease, automatically you hooked your legs behind his back, then your hands flew to hang on his shoulders.
Your back hit the soft bed, in one swift motion, still having at least one hand on your hips to keep you grounded.
He wanted to have you, fast, but also take his time, the bulge in his pants wasn’t making his situation any better for him. You were damned and lost in his caresses, your hands were all over his back and hair, his own matching your movements, while his pelvis teased yours, rub after rub, both undergarments were soaking wet.
As time went by, your doubts dissipated in between his hungry kisses. He sat up, with his hands he threw his coat aside and opened his shirt for you to see, waiting to see if you wanted to escalate or maybe tone things down a notch, he was fine as long as he could still make your lips all swollen as they were.
He watched your hands travel down to the straps of the robe, undoing the knot and allowing him to see the light pink lace lingerie you were wearing. Your pale skin, the lingerie, plus the golden burn marks made such a nice color palette on you, he felt he turned harder just seeing all he could have If he had made the right choice in the garden.
“Do I look that good, seducer?” he noticed your lips moving but it was as if he was in a trance, you were just so “Divine” he let out while going down against your belly, leaving kisses on every rough burnt spot, “I’m so sorry” your hand was petting his head, making him drop moans of his own as you did every time he touched you.
“Do you always wear this under your armor? Or you were hoping to see me?” your blush and the way your eyes moved away from him proved you guilty, “My, my, if I didn’t knew better my dear, that puts you in line to be damned for the sin of lust” his tail caressed the inside of your thigh a few times as he purr those words, making you shake in anticipation.
“Will that turn me into a sexy demon?” he laughed, his tail flicking against your clothed bundle of nerves skillfully, “I’ll see to it if you allow me to” his teeth bit into your neck, not drawing blood but enough to add to your collection, “Lucifer, please” you moaned breathlessly, “May I taste you?” his horns popped out of his head as he looked on your eyes for consent, “Fuck it, yes” his disheveled look was a such a tripping hazard.
Your robe hanged on your elbows as you looked up to see what he was up to, he was kissing the inside of your thigh while he discarded your panties, having the sight of your wetness all to himself. Looking directly to you he wet his lips before licking you clit, making you shiver, then your legs were secured on his shoulders before he went in.
Lapping your folds like a starved man, drinking in your essence like it was the finest wine, he delighted himself in your beauty, “At this rate, I’ll end up corrupting you, my sweet kitten” he took your soft tail in his hand, twisting it around his arm. “Will you make yourself responsible?” he purred in response, taking in his teeth, gently, your clit, teasing a moan out of your throat, “Why of course darling, if you think I’m letting you go easy now, you’re dreamin’ baby” he winked, making his way up, with a flick of his fingers his clothes were gone, as well as your robe.
“I’m truly sorry about what happened” you pulled him up for a heated kiss, tasting yourself in his lips as you did. He then asked for permission for the main thing, in which you said yes in between kisses. His hips collided with yours with each thrust, the sound of skin slapping and the wet sounds filled the room, as did your moans and his.
Ecstasy was a word you wouldn't use for that moment it was too simple. Suddenly there was a knock on your door, “Y/n? Are you okay, we heard a noise” you looked down and your cup was smashed against the floor, you must’ve knocked it at some point.
Panic filled Lucifer’s mind at the voice of his daughter on the other side, “I’m fine Charlie, I merely knocked a cup accidentally, go back to sleep” you heard her say an ‘Okay’ accompanied with a yawn.
He then took himself out of you for a few seconds, then pulled your body towards him, rotating your hips until you were on all fours. He grabbed your hair and he continued fucking you, the thrusts getting stronger and more accurate.
"Stay here, with me, please" he breathed against your ear, to which you couldn't respond, the heat clouded your senses, a warm feeling crawled up your core to your chest, a feeling you knew the meaning of.
"You’re squeezing me so tight" he said in between panted laughs, "Stay, please" you shook your head, “Please love” he bit your shoulder, seeing the golden blood turn red as it went down your back, “There’s no turning back now, anyways, you’re stuck with me” he started thrusting with his life when he saw your eyes turn black, your iris still as green as it was.
“Mine, MINE” he growled, hands on yours as he felt you squeeze him as you came. “Yes, yours” you spoke out of breath, mind blown entirely.
His six long wings had spread out when he finished, so he took the opportunity to take your body in his arms and wrap you in the pile of soft, warm feathers, filling your face with kisses as he positioned both under the covers, “We’ll clean up tomorrow, I don’t want to let you go” you laughed as he whispered those words with kisses under your chin, “Please don’t ever” you hugged his back with one arm, the other hand scratching his head, pulling out a purring sound from him.
You were far too corrupted to go back now.
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RECOMMENDED BTS FICS OF OCTOBER 2023💖
hello, hello! here are my bts recs of october! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝
** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **
🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite
Photograph || @i-am-baechu💕💔✅
↳ Jimin hated Y/N. Y/N didn’t know why. It all changed with a photograph.
Beside You || @nochukoo97🔞💕✅
↳ you miss your boyfriend after not seeing him for a long time, so who could blame you if you couldn’t resist him once you saw him?
Claimed || @bethschamberoftales🔞💕💔✅
↳ He promised that he is going to fuck you hard so you won't be able to walk after that. You took that lightly but the thing is, Jungkook never breaks his promises.
Finish Line || @bonny-kookoo🔞💕🔄
↳ He's one of the best, no race too tough to handle, every track a new challenge he takes on- especially when it's you who's waiting at the finish line for him.
Loverboy || @kookslastbutton🔞💕💔✅
↳ After a startling conversation with your coworkers, you start feeling insecure about your sexual prowess. You don't initiate as much, you haven't worn lingerie yet, and you're still timid about doing much seducing with your body–are you giving your boyfriend boring sex? Taehyung reassures you that you are perfect and have nothing to worry about.
Never Goodbye || @smutlvrrr🔞💕✅💯💯💯
↳ It’s never goodbye, I’ll always see you again…
Support System || @bangtanfanfiction🔞💕✅
↳ You’re the support system Hoseok needs in times of uncertainty without his members. And you make sure he knows it.
Masked Miracles || @remedyx🔞💕💔🔄
↳ It wasn't supposed to happen this way. A quick in and out. Infiltrate and bring down a hybrid trafficking ring. Saving lives while we're at it. But things hardly ever go to plan. And being locked in with seven hybrids that meant more to me than victims forced into a life they didn't deserve was definitely not according to the plan.
Safe And Sound || @bearr02🔞💕💔🔄
↳ You have worked at a hybrid rehab and adoption center for years, enjoying being able to help people others only see as their animal side. You thought you might end up taking in one or two, what you didn’t expect however, was to take in 7.
A Thief's End || @eleni-cherie🔞💕💔✅
↳ he thought he was done with the criminal life and ready for some peace and quiet. but his plans collapsed in the form of a strange girl who was in trouble.
Best Served Cold || @anotherbtswriter🔞💕💔✅💯
↳ Yoongi is at the bottom of the organization just trying to stay alive when the story starts.
City Of Lights || @sunnebeam🔞💕💔🔄
↳ (theres no summary, but i will put the warnings instead! - warnings: gangster squad au, smut (18+), cheating, mafia shit, minor character death, murder, mentions of blood)
Cruel Intentions || @explicit-tae🔞💕💔✅
↳ You adored your eldest brother - you truly did. Before his addiction got the best of him, he was amazing at caring for you and your other siblings. Now, however, it was your turn to care for him without the help of your siblings who long abandoned him, advising you to do the same. Once your brother manages to get himself imprisoned, you realize just how much trouble he got himself into. Once your family is threatened, you offer to pay off the debts your brother owes with the one thing any powerful man couldn't resist - your virginity.
Darkest Little Paradise || @sunnebeam🔞💕💔🔄
↳ (theres no summary, but i will put the warnings: mafia au, smut (18+), sex work, mentions of past accident, amnesia / memory loss, more warnings to be added upon series completion)
My Beauty, My Blood || @7cypher🔞💕💔✅
↳ With Namjoon out of the picture, Jeongguk has to step up and be the sole successor to the organization laid out before him. However, guilt doesn’t escape him very easily, and neither does your persistence.
Vixen || @star-my🔞💕💔✅
↳ The door to the opulent room swung open soundlessly, allowing the tall, muscular man to enter unnoticed. He cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the young woman seated at the vanity.
After Hours || @archivedkookie🔞💕💔🔄💯💯
↳ staying after hours with Yoongi for months proves to be a mistake when your heart falls for him.
Champagne Confetti || @busanboykoo🔞💕✅💯
↳ “you won't regret me, champagne confetti” or maybe just jungkook wants you to tell him what you want him to do to you.
Flower Girl || @nochukoo97💕✅
↳ you’re in charge of mentoring jungkook, a convict who’s currently doing community service. as time goes by, you grow closer and closer to the man, finding out more about him and his past. jungkook makes you crazy with his small gestures, he makes your cheeks turn the same shade as carnations, he makes you dizzy. most of all, he makes you his flower girl
Mami || @kithtaehyung🔞✅
↳ you somehow have a conversation with yoongi, and you tell your roommate about a date date.
Nothing New || @myg-butterfly💕💔✅
↳ You get hurt and have to find a replacement. You just didn't think that replacement extended to your relationship with the BTS members. Will they still want you when you're nothing new?
Oh, Angel! || @yoongiofmine🔞💕✅
↳ Ever since he met you, Hoseok just couldn’t resist you. Even though you were off limits -many years younger than him and an intern on his sister’s company-, he just had to make you his. You were the perfect baby for him, docile and pliant. What happens when you decide to be a little brat instead?
Oh, Darling! || @yoongiofmine🔞💕💔✅
↳ Starting your second semester at one of South Korea’s most prestigious universities should be stressful enough. Between juggling classes, good grades and a social life, your plate was full. Hoping to spice up your academic career, you thought it was a good idea to enroll as an assistant for your literature professor, whom you've held a very secret and very forbidden crush on for the past several months. What will happen now that you’re forced to work closely together? And what if your crush isn’t as one sided as you thought?
Peek-A-Boo! || @namfinessed💕💔✅
↳ at a camp that you hated, you find yourself falling for a man that tries to sneak into your tent.
Punching Bag? || @bonobonoyaatheart💕💔✅
↳ You care and worry for Jungkook? In return, you feel like his emotional punching bag, despite of his intentions being different.
Set Me Free || @casuallyimagining💕💔✅
↳ Tired of being told how to live his life and unsure of where he stands in the world, Yoongi--your soulmate--yearns to be free. When you give him what he wants, it causes a rift in your relationship that seems irreparable. 12 years later, you find him back in your life. Can you mend your relationship? Do you even want to?
Sun Chasers & Moon Watchers || @foredelweiss💕💔✅
↳ after constantly transferring from school to school every couple of months, you've long accepted the impermanence of many aspects of your life. you never expected to want the world to allow you to spend a little more time with seven individuals. your days with them were one of the most beautiful moments in life.
The Five-Year Plan || @jknoah🔞💕💔🔄
↳ you've always had a very strict life plan. when you were twenty you sat down and made your five-year plan, you would get married, get your dream house, have your dream career and then at the end of those five years you'd have a kid. everything was going perfectly to plan, well until your husband came home with divorce papers. now you're somehow trying to stay on track, maybe you could convince your best friend to have a baby with you?
The Monster In The Dark || @themochiverse🔞💔✅💯
↳ Sleep paralysis is a common concern for everyone, but once your episodes start to become more frequent, you meet a horrid monster. A horrid monster who has only come for you to join him in his world. You can't run, you can't hide, but you can only watch whatever the hell is going to happen to you right now.
Ungodly Hours || @explicit-tae🔞💕✅💯
↳ That time you - a broke college student - were willing to do just about anything for a hulu account after your brother kicks you off of his - (and Jungkook would do anything to have you).
Venom || @nochukoo97🔞💕💔✅💯💯💯
↳ after a nasty breakup with your ex, who was a boxer, the person who introduced you to the sport, you decided to make life easier for yourself and switch clubs. little did you know that your club leader, also known as ‘venom’ in the ring, would eventually spark your interest. no matter how much jungkook interests you, you can’t bear to risk another failed relationship, you’re still hurt and traumatised from the inside. but will jungkook manage to crawl his way into your heart?
Do check out all of the other BTS Fics that i have reblogged as well!!
** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **
#bts scenarios#bts fluff#bts angst#bts smut#bts fic recs#bts recs#bts established relationship au#bts enemies to lovers au#bts mafia au#bts hybrid au#bts soulmates au
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I know yall hate on her for wrecking the 50/50, but. Imagine Qiqi finding the creator. Lil zombie girl is just roaming around, kinda lost, when she sees a strange blue bird flying through the air. She gets the feeling that she needs to follow it, so she does. She ends up finding the blue bird, and with it, the Creator. She doesn't really get that the person before her is the God Of All Things, but it doesn't matter. This person is injured, and she has plants on her that can help. Baizhu had written down a few simple recipes in her notebook in case she got hurt, and now she can use them to help someone else! She's a little doctor now, like Baizhu!
The blue bird seems suspicious of her, but she doesn't mind. Baizhu told her that finches fly away as a precaution, not because they are truly scared. Maybe it's the same for this bird? She hopes she can be friends with the pretty bird one day.
-sibling anon, who absolutely adores Qiqi
WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HATE QIQI WHAT HAVE I DONE TO GIVE THAT IMPRESSION-
i love qiqi. she’s baby. i’d rather lose the 50/50 to her than to keqing or jean or mona. we love and adore qiqi in this house.
anyway:
imagine. qiqi going on a trip to gather more herbs, basket in one hand. her trip has been successful, more plants than usual cropping up around the area.
above her, a bird cries. she looks up, free hand holding her hat, and sees a bright blue… finch? it’s fling quickly, urgently, something grasped tightly in its claws.
is the finch… in trouble?
maybe if she had a clearer head she’d know that it was ridiculous to follow a bird because it sounded distressed, but some instinct within her told her to follow.
“wait… bird…” she grabbed a final fistful of horsetail and rushed as quickly as she could to follow. the bird was quick, but with a few lucky guesses (and the repeated cries of the bird) she was able to follow.
still, it was a long journey. once qiqi saw the bird fly into a tree she took a break underneath the shade of another, resting against the tree.
it was so hot in liyue. a breeze came by, somewhat cooling, and she put her hand to her forehead to keep her talismans in place.
she had to go. something told her that somebody was in trouble.
so she clutched her basket tightly, using a bit of cryo to keep herself cool. as she got closer to the birds tree, she could hear a voice.
“-can’t do anything with this, friend.” the bird chirped. “i don’t know enough about medicine. thank you, but…”
qiqi carefully rounded the tree, basket held in front of her like a shield.
you didn’t seem like much of a threat. you were sitting against the tree, chest heaving, clutching a stained bundle of cloth to one of your arms. the bird sat on your knee, and she could see now that the thing it was carrying was a small bundle of qingxin.
qingxin…
“excuse me?”
both you and the bird startled, the small finch flapping its wings as if to scare her off. you tried to calm it down, carefully, looking over at her with a watery smile.
“sorry, he’s a bit skittish.”
the bird, though small, felt familiar, and you… she had to have met you before, right?
“i am qiqi. i do not remember you.”
“we’ve never met.”
that’s not right. she barely recognized dr baizhu sometimes, but you she knew she met before. but where…?
“…you are injured.”
the birds wings ruffled.
“i am.”
“i have herbs.”
“…shouldn’t you be getting back to the pharmacy, qiqi?”
“qiqi does not understand. you are injured.”
the bird flapped over to her basket, seeming to inspect the plants she’d gathered. satisfied, it turned with a sharp chirp, and you sighed.
“are you certain you don’t need to get back soon?”
“qiqi needs to be at the city before the stars. that is far later.”
you glanced up, through the protective canopy of trees.
“alright then. just don’t use too much of your supply, okay? you still need some for the pharmacy.”
the bird chirped again, flying back to you when qiqi picked up her basket.
it settled at your shoulder while qiqi worked, glass eyes watching her flip through the small field notebook baizhu had filled out for her. crush this, apply that, prevent infection with-
you hissed at the sudden burst of cryo to your wound, the icevein talisman at her side jerking back when your bird cried.
you shakily pet over him, and with some hesitation, she continued.
as she worked, qiqi thought. sifting through her small memory bank. you were familiar, she knew it, but from where? your face struck a chord on an instrument she didn’t know how to play, your voice an unheard chorus.
and your bird…
when qiqi returned to the harbor, she did so with a half-empty basket and a new entry in her notebook.
‘remember the person with the blue finch.’
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Hii!!! This is a request for Steve zombie!au
I don’t know how you do it but this au (and everything you write honestly) ITS AMAZING!!!!
I read that you wanted to eventually write about Steve+reader having kids so I was wondering if maybe you could write something like them talking about what they think their future would look like or Steve seeing reader interact with children and it just warms his heart… idk
Again, your work is truly so so so good, I love it!!
Hope you have a beautiful day <3
hi! thank you 🥺 I hope this is what you mean!! steve zombie!au ♥︎ fem!reader
On a rare day where you have work to do in the community and Steve doesn't, he misses you like crazy. He'd complain profusely about this wicked scenario to Robin, if only Robin weren't on shift too. As it lies, Steve is alone, bored and restless with your pillow pulled against his chest.
Steve is functional. Steve is a fully grown man, with hobbies, interests, and a personality outside of being with you. But Steve is in love, and he isn't ashamed to admit that his very favourite hobby is being with you. You are the most interesting thing around.
It's cold today, though he wears two pairs of socks, denim jeans, a long-sleeved shirt and a loose hoodie under the thick layer of blankets you keep on the bed.
You must be cold.
Your jacket's right there on the door. You'd forgotten to take it with you to the kitchen.
Steve doesn't feel proud of himself, per se, but he also doesn't feel ashamed when he ends up in the doorway of the cafeteria. School is in session, their makeshift teacher Sammy standing near the dishes trolly with a whiteboard and pen. She's drawn a huge diagram of a piece of paper with cuts missing, and a smaller one of that paper seemingly after the cuts are made, labelled Origami Giraffe.
He's surprised to see you near immediately, sitting at one of the cafeteria tables with a bundle of the community's youngest children (babies and toddlers not included).
You're snipping at a sheet of paper slowly, hands held up so the dark-haired girl to your right can reach the crayons in front of you.
"Will you cut mine for me next, please?" a blonde headed boy asks him. He's pale, and as Steve draws closer he can see the little boy's brown eyes.
He kind of looks like me, Steve thinks, startled.
"Of course I will," you say gently. "You're a great artist, honey, I love all these purples and greens you're using."
"It doesn't look like the driraffe."
His mispronunciation has you smiling. It's an expression Steve knows well, your guilty bemusement.
"That's okay! Do you know how many drawings of giraffes there are? Millions and trillions, and I bet none of them are as brightly made or as creative as the one you've made."
"What about mine?" the dark-haired girl asks.
You pause your cutting to peek at her giraffe. "That's so cute, I love it," you praise. "Wow, I'm sitting with the next Picasso's and I didn't even know it."
Your voice… Steve's barely ever heard you speak like that. So soft, and so loving.
Not that you don't speak to him sweetly, half the time he thinks your words are more love than sense, but this is new. That's how parents talk to their kids, how sisters talk to younger siblings, and aunties talk to niblings. It's a familial, mellow sound.
It kind of drives him crazy. He tightens his hands in the fabric of your jacket, head racing with thoughts he hadn't stopped to think of before. You with kids. You with a family, his family. Kids that look like you, that carry your features and your sweetness around for you when you can't.
Kids that don't look a thing like you, or him.
You put down the scissors and hand over a freshly cut, stand-up giraffe to one of the kids. It looks great, and the kid says thank you with a clumsy ardency that you clearly adore.
"You're welcome, Nina," you say. "I'll do yours next, Hal, if you're ready."
The blonde boy passes you his giraffe. Before you take up the scissors again, you look at the boy's front, and you laugh kindly. "Baby, your buttons are all wrong. They're wonky, see?"
"Oh," Hal says, looking down, "I don't know how to do them."
"I can help, if you want."
He nods voraciously. You start to correct his buttons in silence, and Steve isn't afraid to admit to himself that it's the last straw. There is something endearing, hypnotising about watching you take care of others, he thinks the forbidden words — you would make the most beautiful mother.
You giggle and straighten Hal's shirt when you're done. "Tada."
"Thanks," Hal says, sounding pleased.
"You're super welcome. Stevie?"
It takes Steve a second to realise you're talking to him. You're looking up at him where he's frozen, concern knitting together your darling brows. "Is everything okay?"
"I just– brought your jacket. It's cold."
You stand up from the table and pat Hal on the shoulder, a frown twisting over your face.
"You look pale," you say, taking your jacket. You pull it on one arm at a time, and tilt your head back as Steve dives in to zip it up. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine," he says. I'm going insane, he thinks.
"You caught me slacking off."
"This is slacking off?"
You huff a laugh. "Well, yeah. I should be checking the dates on a box of cornflour right now."
"You haven't mentioned this," —he gestures vaguely at the table of art's and crafts— "before. Do you come in here a lot?"
You hum as you wrap your hands around his wrists. You pull his hands to your shoulders, and grin when he gets the memo and gives you a hug.
"Thanks for bringing my jacket."
His hand scrapes up your back, trying to pull you closer when you're as close as you can possibly be. "You know how busy my schedule is."
"I know." Your sarcasm is biting. "My poor boy." Less so.
You pull away and he still can't believe it. You have an air of content about you, a lightness he's always amazed to see.
"Sammy asks me for arts and crafts help all the time. The uh, apocalypse kind of threw a spanner into the works for most of these kids. Some of them don't know how to write, or use scissors. And we all know they barely need me in the pantry, they could replace me with a well organised book."
"Do you like helping out here?" he asks carefully.
"Yeah, I do."
His head is reeling.
The future is a long way away and right here at the same time. You and Steve could make something.
He doesn't know what you want. Maybe you don't want kids, maybe you won't be ready for another ten years, but the possibility isn't something Steve can ignore.
"You can stay and help if you want to?" you ask.
He doesn't have control over his own body when he nods, a panging ache in his chest for the possible future. You beam and lead him over to the table of children, taking up your scissors as Steve settles in a chair a ways away from you.
"Hi, guys, this is my boyfriend, Steve. I bet some of you have seen him before. He's gonna help us with the cutting out, okay?"
Steve smiles at the gaggle of little faces that turn his way. "Hey, guys. I'm a way better cutter outer than Y/N, so if you want the best giraffe you gotta ask me."
Some are old enough to understand his sarcasm, and some aren't. He's delighted when Hal, the blonde-haired, brown-eyed boy, turns to you to stroke your arm. "It's okay," he says, "I still think you're the best one."
"Thank you, Hal."
#steve zombie!au#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x fem!reader#steve harrington#steve harrington fanfiction#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington x you#stranger things x reader#stranger things fic#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction
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Hello, I'm back again with more writing! Your newest drabbles with Lucifer have been giving me brainrot again. I love how you portrayed the relationship between Lucifer and the Companion and it was so satisfying seeing Ra-On jealous. Well, now he's gonna get more of that in the future. Don't take people for granted Raon! For now I'm focused on the Companion and their relationships with Lucifer and the rest of Paradise Lost.
I tried to make the Companion as genderneutral as I can, but they do get called sister. Sibling just doesn't sound the same and I wanted to discern them a bit so I didn't make them be called brother.
Some gore coming up again and a bit angst, but this time the main-part is comfort! The Companion deserves all the affection and rest after having to deal with everyones bs and their entire being remade because of angelification. The characters are probably ooc, but I needed the fluff of Companion being taken care of like they deserve😌
They are still getting used to their head being silent now, of that holy light that had previously blinded them from what is right before them being gone. Well, not truly silent but the ringing choir of the adoring angels that had been blasting in their mind has lowered until it's a barely there murmur, as long as they don't focus on it they can't hear those beckoning words. And they can actually see what is in front of them again, not that painful light that had burned into their pupils even when they closed their eyes, though everything is still fuzzy with the light.
Their body also still feels strange, wrong. At first it was those damn wings that sprouted from their back that they had ripped out themselves and the halo floating over their head and now it's the pair of horns sprouting from their forehead and a tail growing from their backside. It hurts, having grown new bones and new limbs that weren't supposed to be there in the first place, damn it. But it's preferable being one of the demons than still being a lapdog to those damned Seraphim. While their memories are still scrambled and trying to remember anything specific is like wading through mud hurtpainagonythusiswrongmakeitstop, they do remember enough to know they'll take off those angel-fuckers heads when they get the chance. Noone gets to manipulate them like that, use them to hurt their friends.
They clench their hands, digging their clawed fingers that have been previously stroking the tuft of fur at the tip of their tail into their palms and easily piercing the soft skin with those razor-sharp claw-tips. Their tail whips around and the stumps of what remained of their wings twitch, responding to their anger and indignation. That too is new. Their emotions seem almost amplified now, much easier rising and ebbing like the sea. They almost feel like they're back in their teenage-years where their puberty made them a wreck, though they had much better control of themselves than their human friends. They remember what is was like watching Raon and Mhinyeok, it was like seeing a trainwreck happening right in front of you.
"Sister, is everything alright?" A kind voice interrupts their train of thought.
Ah. They got lost in their head again. They shake their head and blink rapidly, trying to ground themselves in the present again.
Their eyes focus on Morax as their tail settles besides their legs on top of the blanket and the wing-stumps stop moving.
"Sorry." They rasp out, their voice quiet and hoarse.
"It's alright. You are still recovering, after all. We're only sorry that our healing can't do more for you, sister." Buer cuts in, gently uncurling their fingers from their palms and observing the damage they did to themselves. Again.
Off to the side, Marbas clicks his tongue.
"Your recovery progress is much slower than expected, sister. Even Gamigin couldn't do much. Some of the wounds will probably always remain and never truly heal, like his majesties Lucifer's."
He almost sounds apologetic.
Their eyes flick to Luicfer at the reminder, who has been silently observing as the other three did the check-up on them, unwrapping the bloody bandages across their body, evaluating their wounds and re-wrapping them with new bandages that won't stay clean for long.
As if almost on cue, Gamigin comes bustling through the door, carrying a tray with a bowl of steaming soup and a glass of tea and a tonic that's supposed to help speed up recovery.
"Your meal, sister!" The dragon grins, the bells of the staff on his back ringing which each step as he puts the tray across their lap.
"Too loud, Gamigin" Morax scolds.
"Too noisy, Gamigin" Marbas grumbles right after.
"Too much noise, Gamigin" Buer also says.
They can't help but smile at the exchange and feel guilty at the same time. They are investing so much time and care and resources in them and it's been weeks and they still can barely stand, let alone walk without help. At least the burns healed, but the stumps of their wings and the large wound on their chest will most likely never stop bleeding, judging from the example they have. They will always be in pain for the eternity their unnatural life will span now that they are a devil.
"Eat." Lucifer reminds them quietly, stopping them from getting lost in their mind again.
"Right." They blink again, shaking their head. Ah, it's frustrating! Why can't their focus just stay on the thing they want it to, instead of jumping and trailing all over the place? Morax, Marbas and Buer already said it's natural, that it will get better as both their body and mind heal and settle into their new form as a fallen angel- as a demon. They do their best to believe them and ignore the feeling of wrongwrongwrong- this isn't how their body is supposed to be-
to ignore that they sometimes can barely supress the urge to scratch at their skin and break off the horns and rip out their tail- get frustrated with their slow progress.
They lift their shaking hands and grab the spoon in a weak grip, barely able to dip it into the bowl and lift it even an inch again before it slips from their fingers and drop back into the bowl, a few drops splattering out on the blanket and on their skin.
"Fuck!" They curse, frustrated by their own weakness.
The others spring into action, Buer lifting the tray from their lap while Morax pulls away the stained blanket and Gamigin quickly daps up the hot soup that spilled on them with a hankerchief he got from who-knows-where.
"It's fine, sister. You're still recovering. You fell from Heaven, burned alive and broke a lot of your bones when you crashed in Hell. It's a wonder you're still alive." Marbas speaks to calm me down while the others bustle around. Morax leaves with the dirty blanket and returns with a new one, Buer putting the tray on the nightstand besides the bed safely as Gamigin makes sure they're cleaned up before tucking the now stained hankerchief away.
"You're right. But I still feel useless, like a burden." They admit.
"Not a burden." Lucifer speaks quietly but firm.
"Yes! We want to do this for you, sister! You can rely on us." Gamigin pipes up afterwards.
They're so kind to them. They were the ones who found them, took them with them to Paradise Lost and made them apart of their little family, taking care of them and still trying their best to nurse them back to health and help them settle in their new body. They can let themselves be vunerable with them without having to fear they will use their weakness against them. They are not used to it, to their care and how they adress them like family. They were always the one taking care of others, not the one being cared for.
"Thank you." They choke out feeling suddenly emotional, a lone tear trailing down their cheek.
"Don't cry." Lucifer says, stepping forward and gently wiping the tear away from their cheek.
He sits down on the side of the bed, taking the tray and settling it across his own lap, taking the spoon and dipping it in the soup before lifting the spoon to their lips. They blink, surprised by the action before opening their lips and leaning forward, taking the spoonful and swallowing.
"It's good." They murmur before Lucifer already is lifting the next spoonful to their mouth.
They eat their entire meal like that, Lucifer feeding them spoonful by spoonful until all the soup is gone, then helping them lift the small glassbottle of the healthtonic to their lips until they drank all of it and then helpimg them drink from the glass of water to wash away the bitter taste while the other four watch. After their meal is finished, Gamigin steps forward and takes the tray, bringing it away.
They wait until Gamigin returns before they ask the questiln that has been resting on their tongue for days now.
"Do you think I've healed enough to tell the others? Can I have visitors now?" They ask.
Paradise Lost kept it secret that they found them after they fell and turned into a demon, worried that they wouldn't be able to hold on because of the state they were in. They were more concerned that they would be able to rest and heal in peace, and they all knew they wouldn't be able to do that with Raon and their entourage of other demons bothering them. Apparently it wasn't too hard as the angels have become more aggressive in their attacks since they fell, especially those damned Seraphim so the other kings and nobles were kept busy. From what the Healers described, it sounded almost like they were searching for something with increasing desperation. Well, that's not their problem to worry about currently.
Marbas sighs. "While we would prefer to keep it a secret a bit longer, your body should be able to handle it. We are a bit more worried about your mind, your memory. They will have questions that could be triggering. Will you be able to handle that, sister?" He questions.
Oh. They hadn't thought about that. They were more concerned with seeing Raon again, making sure he didn't get hurt without them there to protect him.
"Yes, I'll be fine."They supress the flicker of doubt in their chest as they answer.
"Only a short visit under supervision." Lucifer says, eyes narrowing.
"Okay." They agree. They learnt early in their stay that going against what the five of them said often was only to their own detriment.
And it's comforting to know that they have somebody on their side in this Hell, that somebody will think of them and their health first instead of Raon. They felt a bit guilty at the thought, but also reveled in it.
Now they need to prepare themselves for the onslaught that will soon be upon them.
The others decided it would be best for the meeting/visit/questioning to happen in the Greenhouse instead of the room they occupy. They still need some sun and it wouldn't do for them to feel cornered in the space that's supposed to be their safe resting place, after all. Somewhere where they can leave and retreat if it gets too much.
Lucifer had carried them there, gently setting them down on the polstered chair, Morax bringing a blanket and laying it across their lap do they don't get cold. The others helped them get clothed properly, though "properly" also isn't quite right. They're in a very loose sleeveless shirt that has a very large backwindow for the stumps of their wings. They aren't wearing any pants, but they do have underwear on at least. They're thankful that the shirt is long enough that it falls mid-thigh and with the blanket the others won't see their bandaged but otherwise bare legs.
"It wouldn't do to worsen your wounds just for that. We are still in Hell." Buer had reasoned after they had winced even when only attempting to try pulling on a pair of very loose sleeppants.
And now the six of them are waiting for Raon and the other four kings to arrive. It had been decided that only those five would be welcomed as to not overwhelm them. They were also told that reason that was given to the Kings and Raon for them to come was kept vague but enough to make sure they know it's urgent and that they need to come.
Buer had poured tea for them and Lucifer, but had stepped back and blended back into the greenery, like Marbas is also doing. Only they and Lucifer are seated, while Gamigin stands almost protectively at their back. Morax will be the one to guide their guests in.
They hear the door open, several voices speaking at once. They subconsciously reach out and grip one of Lucifer's hands in their own.
Any moment now they'll see them. They can feel their heart loudly thumping in their chest as they remind themselves to breathe.
I stopped here because I ran out of steam, but I imagine it went something like Raon and the other Kings come in,switch pov to Raon, who is are shocked and surprised to see them alive and as a demon, Raon questions them/wants them to come back with them to one of the other kingdoms since they're "fine" and push the Companion too far to the point they get triggered into reliving painful memories they supressed and have a panic-attack, hurting themselves in the progress. This is the point where Lucifer steps in and makes Raon shut up while Marbas and Buer make themselves known to get the Companion to calm down and Morax and Gamigin step inbetween to act as like a wall so that Raon and the other kings can't get closer to the panicking Companion.
This is then the point that Raon gets jealous/hurt because A) Why don't the Healers care for them like that and B) The Companion is their friend, why are they so close to somebody else besides them. Lucifer had enough and forces the others to leave, picking up Companion bridal-style while they cling to him and hide from Raon and carrying them off.
I haven't really thought further tbh.
I hope you liked it, let me know what you thought!
(Hehehe this was certainly a fun one to read. I really love that my writings are making people write to me more and more. It's fun! Dragging people into my things! I wanted to keep this thing in my inbox for as long as I could, but also, I'm pretty slow when it comes to replying to anything because I like being careful and replying in such a way that doesn't imply that I'm apathetic to anyone. Though, next time, I do recommend using Sibling next time, even if it seems awkward to you. The more you use it, the less awkward it becomes. Kinda like using the word partner rather than using girlfriend or boyfriend. Anyways, I'm glad that you had a lot of fun with this.)
(Oh and honestly, I have no clue as to what the Companion's new appearance would be since I'm not very good at visual design. All I know is that they don't have a heartbeat and they're in a pretty delicate balance of sorts so they do risk reverting back to that weird angelic state given how parasitic that state of being was to them. It's like a stubborn tick, I suppose. Anyways, here be my own writing reply.)
He grabbed your hand. That was all it took. He rushed forward, grabbed your hand and cradled it between his palms. Many, many times he reached out to you back when your wings were these parasitic things flopping uselessly on your back. And, many, many times, he missed because he couldn't grip hard enough, couldn't hold you long enough.
Always. You were always taken away from him by those angels, towards that blinding light of heaven.
But, here you are, in front of him, dressed lightly and comfortably covered with a blanket that was of a quality higher than Ra-on has ever seen. Sure this means you're healing, right?
…grabbing your hand was all it took. He felt your skin, cold and stiff. He felt your veins on the back of your hand, hard and unmoving.
You had no heartbeat.
Knuckles knocked under his chin, Ra-on biting almost through the tip of his tongue as he was sent right into the waiting arms of all his lovers. Blood flowed into his mouth. Ra-on curled into himself when fire spread over the nerves of his tongue, covering his lips like that'll protect him from the pain. He couldn't help the tears, but, more than anything, the worst pain came from his heart as he looked to you and your blank, far away stare.
"Sorry," your limbs awkwardly moved, as though your joints were unyielding to you as you clenched your hand close to you, "Sorry, I'm fine I just… just give me a moment. A minute to," you gripped head, then dug your fingers right into your ear, "get them to shut up."
A light. Small, broken little fractals of lights dusted and flowed right behind your head, as though wanting to come into existence, but can't. Your ripped out stubs fluttered and twitched, you hissed in a breath and practically heaved it out.
"You…" Ra-on finally swallowed his blood, "You lied. You're not fine at all."
This, this isn't normal. Nothing about you was right. For months on end, Ra-on had to fight to keep this hope in his heart alive, that, when you simply vanished from battle, Ra-on had to convince himself that surely you didn't die. That you weren't…discarded.
But, here you are, lucid and away from that brutal dreaming self that wanted to destroy him and everything he's accomplished. Everything that belonged to him. You're here, being cared for, being healed…being vulnerable and weak to them…
…why here? Why did Lucifer hide your presence for this long if you were like this? You shouldn't be here, away from him. When Ra-on was sick as a dog in the hospital, he wanted nothing more than to be surrounded by those closest to them. And, after everything you've suffered, wouldn't you want to have him by your side while you recover?
"It seems the influence of the seed hasn't entirely left their body," there was a sadness in Mammon's eyes, as though feeling guilty for not being able to get rid of it somehow.
Satan held a tight grip on his waist. Leviathan's face held the slightest of frowns. And Beelzebub looked away, grasping his hand.
Ra-on struggled, but eventually separated himself from them. He walked towards you, now surrounded by devils that always paid more attention to you.
Gamigin's hand were wavering around your form, as though unable to decide if he should touch you or not, but the minute Buer shifted to stand in Ra-on's way, Gamigin followed suit.
"Please," Gamigin, usually light and carefree as all dragons should be, held a weight to his presence as he gazed upon Ra-on, "don't come any closer."
"But, they're my friend," Ra-on tried to go around them, but they refuse to let him, "I have to help them, they need-"
They're good people, these devils. They've been so good to you, Ra-on knows this, but why do they refuse to be good to him? Any attempts to befriend them, to get closer to them have always been met with excuses or disinterest.
"They need silence." Soft, a voice worthy of the heavens. Lucifer stood and all was silenced.
The lights that glittered over your head have ceased, your bloodied hand caught in Lucifer's own. Blood oozed over the side of your partially torn face, your eyes twitching. You weren't bleeding as you should. It wasn't flowing out as blood should. It just, oozed.
Lucifer was gentle when he helped you to your wheelchair. He made to touch your hand, perhaps to pat it after adjusting the blanket back on you, but you retracted from Lucifer.
Vulnerable. Ra-on knew how much you hated being in that state, hated being weak in front of anyone even if they have nothing but good and gentle intentions. Whenever you got sick or hurt, you always want to take care of it yourself. Like a wounded animal.
You didn't say a word as Lucifer pushed you out of the room. And all Ra-on could do was watch.
#whb#what in hell is bad#what in “hell” is bad#drabble#reader insert#writer: that-one-daydreamer#embittered companion au
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Welcome Home Website Update Reaction Notes (3/9/2024) Part 2 (SPOILERS)
Here's Part 2 of my Welcome Home Website Update Reaction Notes (3/9/2024)! Hope you enjoy it!
Howdy caterpillar walking ASMR
“It was then that Howdy Pillar pulled out a luxurious looking scarf- If one were to take a guess, it was probably the perfect size for a large house! Wally’s eyes sparkled brightly as he looked at it, but Barnaby was not as impressed. Still, he remembered this was all for Wally.” Barnaby doesn’t like the scarf but at least he knows that Wally needs it to give it to Home…Barnaby’s a true bestie
“There, scaling the tallest of the Homewarming trees in all of the neighborhood, was Sally Starlet herself. She was wearing an outfit adorned in sparkles, glitter, tinsel, ornaments, and even strings of popcorn- She was, as she’s ever been, truly a sight to behold. Even now as she continued to climb up the tree, she was radiant.” Sally is a goddess and an icon
Sally’s nickname for Barnaby is “Barntholomew” lol
Poppy is best bird mom friend lol
Also I wonder what the sunflower-seed ham tastes like
Why does Wally’s voice sound distorted when he says “How can that be.”? Is he sad? Mad? Both?
Awww at least the story ends on a good n-WAIT WHERE’S EDDIE??? WHY ISN’T HE IN THIS STORY???
EDDIE???
I’m scared for Eddie now
Also I love how we get to hear more of Home in this storybook record even if I joke around on how I hate Home lol
Now let’s hear Wally’s Toyland…I think it’s a Christmas song lol
Well at least this one has music instead of Wally singing acapella
Wally’s singing is so beautiful...It brought tears in my eyes sniffles
Also is it just me or do the lyrics “Childhood's joy land…Mystic merry toyland…Once you pass its borders…You can ne'er return again” seem kinda sus?
Like I feel like Wally’s singing about the Neighborhood and how you can never return back home once you entered it? Hmmm…
Anyways let’s listen to Up from the Home-Top which is basically the Welcome Home version of Up from the House Top lol
Oh crap Barnaby’s dead/j
THERE’S EDDIE THERE HE IS HE’S SAFE (for now)
“You lost control!? Can’t you see we’re in the middle of preparing for my Homewarming play? Julie is my Santa Claus! And Home? Her trusted reindeer!” Sally, how does Home being a reindeer work??? Is it gonna drag itself on the stage as Julie rides on top of it or???
Oh crap Julie and Frank are dead/j
Also the song is so silly and wholesome I love it
Now it’s time for “Howdy's Holiday Hullabaloo” Record!!! I’m so excited to hear this!!!
LET’S GO KIDDOS IT’S TIME TO LEARN SOME PILLAR FAMILY LORE
“How, normally, I don’t close early for any ol’ thing! Not rain, not sleet, not snow - not even that time Julie launched herself clean through the wall over there!” Oh god I imagine that one scene from the Scott Pilgrim movie where Scott crashes through a window…But instead of a window it’s a FREAKING WALL
HIS MA AND POPS AWWW
Howdy’s brother kinda sounds like Frank lol
Poor Howdy’s dying inside
I think we all know who Howdy’s favorite sibling is lol
The brother-in-law sounds so nonchalant lol
The nephews are so adorable awww
I just realized that Howdy’s uncle is a snail which is why he’s French lol
I wonder if the uncle is a reference to the Swedish Chef from the Muppets but he’s French instead
Oh god the cousin is a stoner hippie lol
I love Howdy’s grandma
I love Barnaby’s reaction to seeing Howdy’s family at the end lol
Overall the song is pretty charming and I love it so much
Also Barnaby's Tobacco Pipe??? Honestly it’s funny but I don’t think this toy will go well if it was created today lol
Barnaby be teaching kids in the early 70s’ how to be like Snoop Dogg but instead of weed it’s bubbles
Oh god not the nephews
Now let’s listen to “Bug-a-Bye and Goodnight: An Ode to Hibernation” Record
Frank’s voice is so beautiful I love it
But Frank seems kinda sad…
I want to buy that set of homewarming greeting cards to give to my family and friends during Christmas lol
Also I want to try the Crispy Sweets frosted cereal so bad...I NEED IT!!!
And there’s a mini doodle on the side of the pictures too
OHHHHH SO THAT’S WHY THOSE SYMBOLS ARE EVERYWHERE THEY’RE PART OF A SECRET CODE
I solved the code at the back of the cereal box but I don’t have time to decipher the other code that was spread all over the website because I’m too lazy lol
I went back to the Merchandise section and found out that Eddie’s toy that Santa was about to introduce in the radio ad was an Eddie Dear Li’l Mailman Kit
I also want to buy all these toys so bad I don’t care if I’m a college student I want them all lol
“Although our Guestbook is and will remain closed for the foreseeable future, we wanted to properly recreate it for those newly joining in our efforts to explore Welcome Home! After all, it’s fun to look back and see how far we’ve come together as a community! We will be recreating all eight original pages in the near future, so check back in soon to see if you can find your message! Have fun!” I can’t wait to see the Guestbook in the future
ALSO I JUST REALIZED THAT THE CLICKABLE BUGS ARE GONE
Dang I’m gonna miss those bugs
I can’t believe I spent hours on this website lol
My hands are kinda tired from typing lol
Also let me know if I miss anything
#welcome home#welcome home arg#welcome home spoilers#wally darling#barnaby b beagle#julie joyful#frank frankly#eddie dear#howdy pillar#sally starlet#poppy partridge#welcome home home
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hashira relationship hcs !
| hashira x gn!reader (sfw)
a/n: + Muichiro is a literal child, so no i’m not diving into that one– thanks for the reqs y’all!
Tengen
he’ll charm parents
he’ll charm siblings
he’ll charm pets
Tengen’s the kind of man that makes your great grandma horny you feel me
i just know being in a relationship with this gentleman is out of the mfing galaxy
Tengen wants to comb your hair slowly in the shower no matter hOW LONG it takes
he wants to sit and talk with you for hours over delicious food
he wants to make you laugh so hard you cry
Tengen is an experience
like he’s the concierge at five star luxury hotel but the hotel is just his fucking body
If anyone was going to be that irritating mfer who always wants to wear matching outfits it’s this guy
and when he’s finished with you, you’re always just slightly too dressed up for the outing
you two are gonna be the most fuckable people at the grocery store and that’s an Uzui guarantee
and don’t get me started on your girlfriends
the Uzuis are the gift that keeps on giving
Tengen is the boyfriend that just never stops taking your picture
or bragging to anyone who’ll listen
his teammates
his boss
fucking demons– i mean anyone with ears
“They’re just, just– you know?”
“Yes, Tengen we all know.”
“Like,, picture a spring morning– probably like 76° because that’s the perfect kind of day– and there’s laughter in the dis–”
“WE KNOW TENGEN”
adoration doesn’t take time off sorry
Sanemi
one single solitary word
Clingy.
Sanemi Shinazugawa is too embarrassed to admit you’re the first person that he’s truly, fully in love with
he’s too cool for puppy love!
you don’t push him to be physical, you don’t overstep his boundaries
aagbpebepbk do you want him to be obsessed with you?? you’d better stop being so goddamn respectful of his trauma
and still he somehow shows up in the corner of every room you’re ever in
“Sanemi, do you um, need something?”
“Huh? I’m concentrating, leave me be.”
Sure he’s concentrating, but he’s also kneeling in the doorway of the living room pretending to read a book on the floor
“Um..Nemi, I can weed the garden on my own.”
He’s squatting next to you, handing you the tools he thinks you’ll need before you can reach for them
“You’re too slow, this is faster.”
Right, of course.
“Are you sure you don’t need to talk about something?”
Your bathroom isn’t even big enough for two people to brush their teeth at the sink side by side like this
“You said my morning breath was smelly, make up your mind– y’not want me to fix it?”
This..is simply not what you meant
Sanemi also prides himself in his masculinity!
He’s carrying groceries
He’s taking out the trash
Massaging that spot on your back that’s always tight for some reason
He’s tending to the yard
Defending you from the sputtering cooking oil at dinner time!
but not because he’s obsessed with you or anything oh god no
Rengoku
my knees fold backwards from how weak he makes me
Rengoku writes you love letters
pride & prejudice levels of longing
letters you gotta take breaks from while reading or you’ll just implode
when you’re both too busy with work to see each other as often as you’d like, he knows this is the fastest way to feel close to you again
y/n wrote these thoughts with their own hands
he could stare at the page and run his fingers over the lettering without reading a single word, just lost in imagining what the world around you looked like while you were writing this to him
Rengoku is also an excellent houseguest
no clumsily broken dishes, not a pillow out of place, not even a single heavy footstep
and oh my lord
does he do chores like a champ
he knows you have a busy work day ahead of you?
that laundry’s going to be washed, folded, and dried before you get home
you’re not feeling well?
the bathroom is clean, the kitchen is stocked, there’s fresh cut flowers in your bedroom
you’re recovering from a mission?
househusband activate
he’s strapping on his haori and BLASTING the house into perfect working order
the only downside is that this man cannot cook to save his life
it’s Rengoku’s dream to take you home with him and introduce you to his brother
to stop you from assaulting his father
to visit his mother’s grave together
he just KNOWS you’re what he’s always been looking for
and that anyone who loves him, will love you even more
Obanai
the definition of fangirl behavior
this is the man that’s gonna take a knee to tie your shoe in public
cuz he’s got that phat ooey gooey crush on you
Iguro’s a pretty quiet fella when there aren’t any assholes to antagonize
so this sweetheart just lives to provide for you
he likes to know you’re feeling full because you ate his cooking
he likes to see you wear the clothes he bought you while away on missions
(he never comes back from a mission empty handed, oh my god can you imagine)
similarly he likes to know you’re sound asleep because he’s the one who tired you out
even though he’s not the most flamboyant, everyone around you is just about blinded by how bright his eyes shine for you
they’re a fucking traffic hazard
they’re sending ships to their doom on the coastline in a storm
from your perspective he’s just thoughtful and loyal
like you fit together effortlessly
but to everyone looking from the outside in
they can clearly see Obanai frantically pulling all the parts of his plan together so your day goes without a hitch
i’m talking,, filling potholes in town with his own hands so you never even have to avoid a puddle
goat bf behavior
Kaburamaru is even more clingy, and likes to wind across your shoulders as you work, or snuggle in your long sleeves on rainy days
the best part of Obanai’s day is falling asleep with you knowing he spent yet another day worshiping the ground you walk on
he likes to cuddle with either one of your heads on the other’s chest because no matter which position he’s in, he gets to fall asleep listening to the sound of your hearts beating together
Mitsuri
you’re not leaving her house without lip balm, sunscreen, and a full belly
the queen of absolute pampering
Mitsuri in a relationship is simply a top tier emotional fluffer
“baby try a bite of this and tell me what it needs”
“Y/n honey hold still, you’ve got leaves in your hair”
“come to me baby, i’ll zip that up for you”
Mitsuri LOVES spending time in the garden with her apiary
and her little beekeeping hat is too goddamn cute for you not to join her
she wants to share the things that make her happy with you more than anything!
well, not more than she wants to spend hours staring at you longingly from across the dinner table
you’re shopping at markets together
learning to cook new things together
going on trips to the beach, city, and countryside together
she’s big on casual PDA
wants to walk hand in hand, or at least pinky in pinky
makes sure her feet are at least touching yours under the table when you’re out to eat
loves LOVES when you ask her to wash your back in the shower
she’s so fucking sappy she wants to fall alseep with your foreheads pressed together, hand in hand
i’m trembling as i write this oh my god she’s perfect
basically just a life of luxury and companionship
and learning the secret to how she smells so goddamn good
Shinobu
she knows one of your favorite parts about her is her voice
so she loves reading out loud to you when you both have some down time
actually, one of her favorite things to do with you is nothing at all!
chatting a bit here and there, but generally doing your own separate things together
= Shinobu’s happy place
her brain is always going a million miles a minute, so the fact that you’re more than happy to take a nap in her lab while she works is seriously soothing
it’s an insecurity of hers don’t tell anyone that her lifestyle isn’t compatible with having a partner or a family
so the fact that you’re happy to work around her chaotic schedule is more comforting to her than you can know
Shinobu isn’t big on PDA but she capital-L Loves showing you off like her trophy
to people working the stands in the market
at pillar meetings
to her patients in the infirmary
if it wasn’t so dangerous she’d take you on missions just to brag about your beauty in every village across the country
she’s also stern
and so hard on herself
so don’t forget to call her something silly a few times a day
“hey hey now Crabapple, we can’t beat the patients just because they’re irritating”
“ahoy Sunshine! look at the butterflies in the garden today!”
you’re a nice balancing force in her life
you make her feel vulnerable and brave
oh, and don’t forget to help her channel her simmering rage!
take her outside by the hand with a soft smile, hand her a dish, and just smash that shit!
“c’mon Ko! you’ve been tense all day, break something with me!”
she’ll follow you to the ends of the earth
Giyuu
touch starved sonofabitch
that and an unwavering loyalty is what he’s bringing to the table
literally just run your fingers through his hair when you wake up and he’ll be fully recharged for the next 12 hours
in all seriousness, Giyuu has always found that the people he loves the most are taken from him
so before he can even admit how much he cares for you
before he even really realizes it
you need to be patient with this poor man
the actions that mean the most to him aren’t monetary or service-based
just show up
if you say you’re going to do something, do it
you say you’re always going to be there for him?
you better prove that shit baby
it’s the very second you burst through the doors of the butterfly mansion infirmary that it fully hits him
“Tomioka! Oh my god–”
“You came.”
“I–! I– what? Of course I came! You’re injured!”
“How did you know?”
“You weren’t at your house when I went over to check! Tomioka I can’t– you said you would be careful!”
sure you’re screaming at him and throwing the nurses into a tailspin with demands of ‘more pillows’ and ‘i need a chair goddammit’
but you’re so worried about him all he can do is smile
i think the best way to love Giyuu is just so overtly is feels silly
love him loudly
and he’ll just fall in love with you right back
he’ll always invite you to join him even if it seems ridiculous
“um, no thanks. I don’t really want to go to the bathroom with you baby.”
“okay, just checking.”
cutie
“i’m going to get a glass of water, do you want to come?”
“could you just…bring me one back?”
he’s just a perfect scrungly boy who’s new to the whole, being-loved-out-loud thing
Gyomei
doesn’t ever and i mean EVER open up to people
even when you start dating
he’s the toughest goddamned nut
he’s caring sure
i mean
is there even a word for the way he cares for you?
he’ll meet you at your work to walk you home everyday
he’ll tuck you in if you fall asleep hanging out and then sleep on the bare floor beside your bed so you don’t get uncomfortable
he’ll peel those little white strings off your clementines– i mean truly he does want to take care of you
and you love the attention don’t get me wrong
but sometimes you want him to just let loose a bit!
joke around with you
so you remind him sternly one morning that you’re “not a child!” when he offers to help you get dressed
“Of course you’re not.”
“No Himejima, listen to me!”
what else would he be doing
“You don’t have to protect my feelings, I’m your equal.”
it’s a small little comment, but it’s effective
right
you’re not like the people from his past
you’re not going to trick him
you’re not going to use him
if you were, you would’ve done it already!
it takes a few weeks but he starts to smile more
starts asking for help
he even laughed when you splashed him in the bath, so hard it startled you!
he fluctuates, but overall his adventurous partner is helping him to open up slowly but surely
#sfw#oh shit i'm really banging these out#pomspeedrun#gn!reader#tengen x reader#sanemi x reader#rengoku x reader#obanai x reader#mitsuri x reader#shinobu x reader#gyomei x reader#kny#kny hcs#kny x reader
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At this point, I'm just stalking your page! Like I've said before- MASTERPIECES ~
So, if you see me spamming your notifications. I'm just coming in and liking all the posts, now you know why!
But I do have a request for you for the monster trio. Could you write one where the reader talks so much about her family to them, like they feel like they're already part of the family?
Like they already know what family members like and don't, what ticks them off, and such- like they want to meet your family! They want to meet the family that helped raise their girlfriend into the most amazing person in the world! They want to say thank you for allowing them to be part of her world.
So when they hear they'll be going to the island you're from. They get as excited as you to meet/see them, trying their best to look presentable. (Even showering!- I'm looking at you, Luffy, and Zoro👀)
When they met, not only did they welcome him into the family with welcoming arms- HE GETS TREATED BETTER THAN YOU! I can see the family telling them embarrassing stories, showing pictures of you as a kid- He ends up taking some copies of them back to the ship because they can't believe how adorable you were.
Little did he know that they'd already been accepted into the family way before you guys started dating. She would send her family letters telling them how amazing of a boyfriend they are.
I'm so sorry! I got too excited and wrote all this- if it's too much to do to it's okay! I'm close to my family and love them a lot- like I know the monster trio didn't have a great childhood, didn't know their family, etc. Being around a family where you can love each other very much moves them.
Sorry- I'm just rambling! Again! Love your work!!!
this has been in my inbox for fucking months. but im obsessed and finally motivated.
lets get fucking wholesome. (idk if youd even see this but hopefully it lives out to your expectations!!)
time of my life ft. monkey d. luffy!
set-up: growing up in a small island with a tight knit community simply meant you were the closest with your parents. they had been your support system, from their grand gestures of love like being present on your important days to the small ones like just offering a shoulder to cry on when you had a rough day, they were truly everything to you.
so, it's only natural that you mentioned them a little (or maybe a lot) to your boyfriend. and it may/may not have been a grave mistake.
luffy:
(going off a slight tangent here but its so funny that luffy's character design is just him having giant bug-like himbo eyes and smile. love him 🙏🏼)
♡ everyone loves luffy. that's pretty much his thing. the easiest way to describe him is by thinking of him as a baby goat. no matter how hard you try, you're probably gonna like him at some point or the other. even if you hate animals and babies. its gonna happen because its inevitable.
♡ so, it didn't take you long to figure out that he'd probably fit right in with your family (especially since he was so close with ace whenever he visited, family seemed like his kinda thing)
♡ even before you started dating, when you'd receive letters from your family, luffy was usually the one to ask how they were doing and what you were gonna write back. so, at one point, it seemed as if he knew your family like his own.
♡ he knew of your father's knee pain and your mother's distaste for drinking (she'd probably hate zoro and force him to bath). he knew of your younger sibling's favourite dishes and that they freak out when they see spiders of any size. he listened whenever you talked and for that, you were grateful.
♡ in your recent letters, you may have talked about him. how he's a bit of an idiot but has the heart of gold, how he makes you laugh when you miss your family and how within the crew, you found a new family altogether.
♡ so ofc, one day when you mentioned very briefly that your island is nearby, he and nami had to take a quick detour.
♡ ideally, if your boyfriend knows everything about your family, they'd try to be the perfect boyfriend and do everything right. but this is luffy. so he just remained the exact same and info dumped everything he knew in front of your family (neurodivergent tendencies i presume).
♡ but ofc ur family was obsessed. your mom almost wept tears of joy from how much this bitch was enjoying her food (both you and her lost count after the 17th plate tbh). your sibling almost murdered luffy because now they had to clean a significant amount of plates now. but everyones having a jolly good time (except you 👍🏼)
♡ but now you're parents are showing pictures from your childhood and WHY ARE YOU BUCK NAKED IN LIKE HALF OF THEM JESUS FUCKING CHRIST MOM STOP IT!! YOURE LIKE EMBARASSING ME!!
♡ you ended up leaving after a good three days (the crew had other stuff to get to and a detour can only be so long), but everyone left the place with good memories. sanji has now acquired ten new recipes, zoro may have stolen some alcohol concoction recipes and luffy may have stolen all of your parent's affection towards you.
♡ well whatever, its okay
♡ also, you're not supposed to know this but luffy now has three of your baby photos (all of them may/may not be embarrassing as fuck). it's okay though because it just proves to him that you were adorable then and are adorable now.
a/n: zoro's and sanji's parts will be up soon y'all im trying to write fluff 😭✋🏼
#one piece#opla#monkey d luffy#op#luffy x reader#luffy fic#strawhats#straw hat pirates#one piece luffy
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ooooh the long awaited amsterdam episode!! let’s get right on into it folks, with…
TED LASSO 3.06 THOUGHTS
jamie and roy were really the shining stars of this episode to me on both the comedy front and the emotional front. they really were able to break through to each other in fun but kind ways and I love. I cannot stress that enough, LOVE. that jamie taught roy how to ride a bike. this sibling energy (or maybe something more if that’s your fancy) is everything to me
but you know who was an unsung hero of this episode too? DANI ROJAS. as always my baby had THE cutest contributions to the discussion and his lines got some very solid giggles from me
ok, now on to the tedbecca front…
so it was not at all what we expected. so what? are we gonna worry ourselves about this? HELL THE FUCK NO. like I’m sorry, it was a nice moment she had with that man but like… you want me to call tod on tedbecca over a man… whose name she never learned??? LAME. try again, cause that shit isn’t stopping me from my delusion nor is it worrying me
like sorry I’m just not over this so I’m gonna keep adding more— if they were trying to tell us that this guy was *it* for rebecca, in ANY way, they would have had her show even the faintest interest in seeing this man again. but nope! she was fine with leaving! some things can be beautiful being short-lived. they did their thing, and now they’re moving on.
rebecca singing to ted was also adorable and uh y’all we literally had ted fully admit to TEXTING HER TWELVE TIMES UNANSWERED?? that is simp behaviour if I ever saw it!! they’re still strong baby don’t even sweat it
now that I’ve got that off my chest… COLIN! GAY TRENT! THE LONG AWAITED CHAT!! Ooh my god this is so good I was so incredibly happy that they confirmed trent is gay and that they didn’t take the creepy route with it of him outing colin but instead said “oh a baby gay, as a seasoned gay let me just adopt him real quick” and proceeded to listen to his problems and offer real support and mentorship from one gay man to another. they found a space within each other to be who they truly are and I am so here for it. colin isn’t ashamed of who he is, he’s just conflicted about tmerging these two sides of his identity!
also the way he described it as an ache… an ache, y’all. I cried deep queer tears at that.
as for how this might play out with trent’s book though… remains to be seen I guess 👀
the pillow fight was adorable and I had been wanting to see that since the mention of it in season 1 but in terms of episode length, I feel like that whole storyline of deciding what to do could have been scrapped. a lot of the pacing issues with this episode could have been avoided that way, but I still liked it so idc
TED FINALLY GETTING A BREAKTHROUGH AND BEING GOOD AT HIS JOB THANK GOD
roy needs to realize that instead of thinking he doesn’t deserve keeley, to just shut that train of thought down and work to actually become a man keeley deserves. that’s it. that’s all. and it’s going to happen!
all in all, I do get why this episode could be quite polarizing and the pacing was very inconsistent but overall I quite enjoyed it!!
#ted lasso#ted lasso spoilers#abby liveblogs#rebecca welton#tedbecca#jamie tartt#roy kent#dani rojas#colin hughes#trent crimm
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