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jymwahuwu · 6 months

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Dan Feng x assassin female reader!!😍🥰😘😍😘🥰🥰🥰

Reader is an assassin that was assigned to kill the Yinyue Jun. The reader is very confident and accidentally messed up during her mission.

She was pretending to be maid in his palace. He doesn’t realis it and fell INLOVE with her 😍😍😍😍😍😍 He flirt and tried to court her several times. But she just tried to ignore him but then realizes this could be a chance to kill him. So she acted shy and pretend to like him back UwU

One day, Dan feng asked reader to come to his room to ‘accompany’ him. She thought that she will just need to sit next to him and hear him talk. So she said yes. What she didn’t know is that he was planning to breed her 😩😩😩😩😳😳😳

When she arrived she was quickly thrown to his bed. Then he begin breeding process.(can u explain it in full detail explicitly 😚☺️🥰😘😘😘🫶🫶) At the end her two holes were filled with his seed.

Later he found out she was an assassin and ‘punish her’ U3U💅💅

They got married since she’s pregnant shockingly

👩‍👧< Her holding Bailu🤟👁️👄👁️🤟

My first reaction was that those assassin attempts were bound to turn into comedy and be misunderstood 🤭

CW: yandere, non-con, forced breeding, pregnancy, assassination, fem reader

You may have taken on this mission for some reason, perhaps because you were threatened or because you were waiting for money to save someone important. knew Imbibitor Lunae didn't deserve any of this, but you had no choice...

But maybe the Aeon Elation is playing tricks on you in the universe, and your assassination method is completely comic- Everything you do is considered a friendly signal or an expression of affection. You hide the knife in the void device. This can be summoned at any time using some kind of space technology and wielded towards the mission target.

However, the moment you were about to summon the sword, Dan Feng turned his head, took your hand, and enjoyed the garden with you. He thought your gesture was some form of waving hello. It's so sweet of you to show kindness like that. What's even more shocking is that he can weave a beautiful and delicate chaplet for you in just a few seconds and put it on your hair without any expression-

You (wearing a chaplet):???????

You took over the kitchen duties and put the medicine in his dinner. However, Dan Feng changed his mind temporarily. He only took you, one of his maids, on a Starskiff, traveling light years away and entering an exotic restaurant. The dinner you prepared is completely useless. The waiter will lead you to your seat. Under the candlelight, Dan Feng chats softly with you. You were confused, but nodded occasionally. He is very satisfied and thinks you are gentle and considerate, the most suitable candidate for his wife.

After these speechless moments, you gradually realize that Dan Feng is pursuing you.

That day, as always, you needed to be there for him. Dan Feng has not had any inappropriate physical contact with you in the past few months, so you think this is just an ordinary "company". However, it was different in the High Elder's mind. That day is the traditional day of fertility and mating in Vidyadhara…people look for partners to mate, and dating on that day means they are willing to mate. The appearance of your figure at the door was like the light of fireworks, igniting the happiness in High Elder's heart, but he just pursed his lips and did not show too much joy. His hands slide to your waist from your shoulders, leaning in close and pecking your lips.

"Wait-wait, my lord!"

Unbutton your maid uniform and lift it open. Your breasts are quietly wrapped in the bra, waiting to be rubbed. In the flash of clouds and rain, you vaguely witnessed him transform back into his full dragon form several times, his tail spreading and squirming around your body like it's entangled with prey. There… there were two of them, both vigorously erect against your belly. This will be a preview of how deep it will go next. You gasped. All intentions disappeared. You are inevitably aroused by the explicit visual sight before you. There's an unfamiliar, warm twitching in your vagina. You…can't believe you ever wanted to assassinate such a dragon. And this is his true form. Did he find out?

"I will turn myself in...don't do this..."

Your words confused him as the non-human cock sank into your pussy until it bottomed out, but the words were lost in moans and whimpers. The testicles press against your sensitive, glistening petals, and the cock is loud, ravaging the wet and sore vagina. The thrusting melody swayed together with the tail. Until a seemingly ordinary thrust penetrates deeper than ever before, pushing against the opening of your cervix and erupting dragon seeds, spinning and knotting.

After this mating, Dan Feng learned of your true identity and intentions. He knew he had to give you some punishment, and that included more mating…

Dan Feng took care of the scum who sent you to assassinate him, and paid off your debts and medical bills.

A few months later, Dan Feng is holding your shoulders as you sit on the water bed with a baby dragon in your arms.

#yandere dan feng x female reader #yandere honkai star rail #yandere hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you

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galeofyourwaterdeep · 2 months

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Gale headcanon Part 2: Wedding Day

Part 1 Here

Galemancers, y’all really liked my first post with all of Gale’s (very likely to be real) wedding planning/day of antics.

I do think this would make for a fun fic and I wanna write it, but yours truly is not in a position to start any new projects at the time being (not saying it will never happen, just right now isn’t a good time!). However, I still wanna add more to this goofy idea of mine.

Here goes!

Wyll giving them lessons for their first dance as a married couple. It’s as hilarious as it is painful to watch. Gale has two left feet and keeps stepping on Tav’s toes. Tav cries out in pain and Gale feels awful so he conjures a rose to apologize.

G: “The Soirées in Waterdeep don’t move with such grand gestures and arduous foot work!” W: “That’s why you asked me to help you, Gale. Baldurs Gate throws magnificent parties.”

Gale keeps reading and rereading spell based cookbooks to try and whip up the reception meal in one fell swoop. He doesn’t trust a caterer and wouldn’t like the taste of anyone’s food but his own.

Tav keeps begging him to let someone else do the work since he’s stressing himself out with these small details, but all Gale does is smile and give Tav a pat on the head and a kiss on the cheek.

G: “Don’t worry about me, my love. Our day will be perfect, just like you are.” T: “I don’t want it to be perfect, I just want you to relax and have fun.”

Tav goes to a separate room to sleep the night before and finds their bed adorned with flowers and petals in heart shapes

Tav finds a note beneath all the bed decorations

“My dearest love, I write this with nervous hands and a fast-beating heart - we are almost upon our wedding day. What seems like a grand milestone is only just the beginning of an even more remarkable adventure. Our days of journeying through Faerûn may be over, but it only prepared me for the most important journey of them all: being your husband. You are everything, Tav. You have made me a better man. My connection with you is as innate as mine with magic itself. From this day forward, I will devote the rest of my life to your happiness. The beginning of that chapter is upon us both, and I am nearly bursting (despite my lack of an orb to make it so) in anticipation for it to begin. With utmost love, your soon to be husband - Gale.

Tav won’t be able to sleep so instead they read this letter over and over again 🥰

Gale lets Tav wear whatever they want on their big day and even paid for it

He just wants his bb to be at their happiest and this is the least he can do

Tav ofc hires Figaro the dressmaker and Zara the mummy to do makeup

Gale turning around and seeing his spouse for the first time the day of 🥺

He’s literally unable to breathe when he sees them walking down the aisle, however he is partly relieved because he was still anxious about Tav getting cold feet

Gale tears up as he reads his vows 🥺

Their wedding rings bearing the same gem that Tara has on her collar

Scratch is summoned 🥺 and becomes a permanent member of the Dekarios household, and even gets his own gem at the ceremony 😭

Owlbear gets the distinct honor of being ringbearer. He takes it very seriously. Because he knows he will get a snack for it later.

“Withers I would like to recruit a hireling” says Gale *puts an apron on the hirelings to have them clean up after the guests*

Halsin whittles them a pair of swans with their necks in a heart shape as their wedding gift. It becomes Tav’s most treasured knick knack in the tower.

Lae’zel gifts them a pair of swords, which is probably customary for her but not so much for couples in Faerûn (Gale fashions a coat of arms above the hearth with them anyway)

Astarion: “I am the gift.” 🙄

Tara finally begins to warm up to Tav when she fully realizes that Tav makes a great addition to the Dekarios family

Tara shows this by flying into Tavs lap and rubbing her face against Tav

Lasts for only about 30 seconds however. She can’t be seen letting her guard down to anyone.

The night ends, Gale and Tav retreat back to the tower with full hearts and a gleam in their eyes, proud of all they’d done to build their lives and excited for what comes next.

But there’s still going to be copious amounts of sex that night of course. They barely get past the threshold of the doorway before they’re ripping each other’s clothes off.

They’re drunk, but not just because they’ve had a few drinks. Love drunk, adrenaline drunk, life drunk.

“They deserve this night, after all they’ve been through,” Karlach says to Wyll as they are walking back to the portal to Avernus.

“Some day that will be us,” Wyll replies proudly.

💜

#Gale dreamt of his wedding day since he was a boy ok #gale dekarios #bg3 #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #baldur's gate 3 #gale x tav #baldurs gate gale #bg3 tav #gale romance #bg3 epilogue #bg3 headcanons #bg3 fic #galemance #gale fic #gale headcanons #tara the tressym #wizard of waterdeep

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orobaxis · 1 year

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Hiii! I loved your last Ominis X reader fic so much 😍 I really hope you write more!! I have a few prompts I’d love to read but feel free to pick and choose any ones you like because I’ll take any Ominis content you give 🥰

- Reader gets hurt and has to go to the hospital wing. Ominis is super worried and spends as much time as he can with them.

- Reader falls asleep on Ominis’ shoulder (or vice versa)

- Ominis getting bad dating/flirting advice from Sebastian to use on reader. Queue a facepalm from Anne and a very confused reader

- Reader comforts Ominis after he receives a particularly bad howler from his parents

- Ominis and reader each trying to build up the courage to initiate their first kiss.

these are all so sweet oml!! ! happy valentine's day everyone! thank you for all the love! <3

valentine's day chaos

ominis gaunt x reader (hogwarts legacy)

word count: 1200

prompts:

-Ominis getting bad dating/flirting advice from Sebastian to use on reader

-Reader gets hurt and has to go to the hospital wing

-Reader falls asleep on Ominis’ shoulder

and another ask: Loved your Ominis story! More pleaseee! Maybe from the prompt list: “are you really so oblivious?” I feel like that’s so very Ominis to say haha!

beware of spoilers in the comments/tags/reblogs!

ominis was doomed the moment he started to ask sebastian

unfortunately for him, he doesn't really trust anyone else for this super secret task he has appointed himself, and who else would he ask if not for his best mate sebastian? (literally anyone else)

"you want to ask y/n out on a date, do you?"

ominis tries to hide his shock, "what makes you say that?"

sebastian shrugs matter-of-factly, "well, it's valentine's day, and you've been talking about y/n all day today"

they both turn their heads to the sounds of y/n and anne laughing as they play summoner's court

"i have an idea on how you can woo y/n," sebastian suggests, and he basically sees ominis' ears twitch in interest

"well?" ominis starts, almost irritated, as he waits for sebastian, "what is it?"

sebastian smirks, "i know she will appreciate this and you will successfully woo y/n. women love grand gestures of love, y'know."

cut to charms class, all four of you are (kind of) listening to professor ronen talk about some softening charm when

BAM! the door burst open

you crane your head to see...

dwarves

three of them, wearing golden wings and carrying harps, making them resemble cupids...if not for the scowls on their faces

it may as well be goblins from the way they scowl and look around the room

you and anne exchange curious looks, wondering if professor ronen has somehow hired these dwarves, but judging from the curious look on his face as well, you doubt it

you miss sebastian elbowing ominis, an excited look on his face, and whispering, "here they are"

"y/n l/n?" one gruff dwarf calls out

you shrink next to anne, unsure of what the dwarf wants, but you have a sense that it wasn't good

professor ronen, bless him, is very confused, "um... excuse me?"

"are you y/n?"

"err, no...but--"

"y/n l/n?!" all three dwarves shout

anne pipes up, "here! she's here!" raising her hand to point at you

you try to glare at her, curious and anxious about the dwarves

one dwarf tosses you what appears to be a box of chocolates, which you almost drop, while another one clears his throat before reciting in a gruff voice

"y/n l/n, the sound of your laugh

is like my calming draught

i wish we would hug

you are a beauty and me, a lousy dugbog"

"dugbog??" ominis hisses at sebastian, who looks proud of his creation

everyone in the classroom giggles as the three dwarves try to do a pirouette and then vanish

"oh y/n," anne exclaims, "that was so..."

"sweet?" sebastian suggests

"embarrassing!" anne retorts with a laugh. behind her, you dont notice ominis turning pale (paler than he usually is already) before sending a mean elbow into sebastian's stomach (a hex too)

as the class tries to transition back to class, you see looks on their faces, excited to see what is inside the box

you open it and you see a chocolate frog

"oh," you sigh, relieved, before smiling, "this isn't so bad."

when you bite into it however, you feel your stomach turn

professor ronen and anne must have noticed how green you looked as the professor quickly produces a bag in front of you

you proceed to empty the contents of your stomach into the bag

anne frowns at this, "it's a vomiting valentine! it's a nasty thing you usually send to someone who broke your heart on valentine's day!"

"quickly, miss sallow," professor ronen instructs, "please take her to the hospital wing!"

this time, it was sebastian's turn--appearing greener than a frog.

"sallow, what have you done?" ominis hisses, "i thought you said this would work!"

"the dwarves worked, didn't they? they must have picked up a different package, she wasn't supposed to get the vomiting valentine!"

"you oaf!" the gaunt boy huffs as he and sebastian follow you and anne out of the classroom and to the hospital wing, ignoring professor ronen's shouts

thankfully, nurse blainey is able to solve your...valentine's malady

ominis, however, is so consumed by guilt, and in his head he just keeps regretting having asked sebastian for help

so when he and seb find you recovering in the hospital wing, he's relieved

and he decides that this should be the time to apologize

"some valentine's, huh?" you smile at them

in seb's quest to ask for ominis' forgiveness, he manages to drag his sister away from the hospital wing

you smile at them and wave, before turning to ominis, who looks stiff as a board, "ominis, are you alright?"

his voice is hard, "you got hurt."

you gesture to yourself, "this? oh it was nothing," you wave your hand to dismiss it

"no," he replies, "you got hurt...because of m- some stupid, stupid valentine's day prank. and you got embarrassed by those dwarves too."

you can see how much this is affecting ominis, so you try to reach for him, settling for his hand

you pull him closer to you, telling him to sit beside you on the bed, "i'll move over, sit here with me"

ominis hums, and sits beside you

"it's all sebastian's fault"

you turn your head to look at him, confused, "seb?"

"yes, he ordered those dwarves...they must have switched the package with the vomiting valentine"

hearing this from ominis kind of deflates you, and you unconsciously turn away from him

"oh...sebastian did those for me? does he...like me?"

ominis gapes in shock, eyebrows raising, "no! i mean...yes, he did all those...but he doesn't like you! he doesn't hate you either...i just meant--"

he sighs, "i asked him for help on what to give you for valentine's day...so this was all his idea. i thought...you'd like these grand gestures and--"

"wait," you perk up, smiling. ominis can hear the joy in your voice, "you...like me?"

now it's ominis' turn to look in your direction, head tilting in curiosity, "yes, of course. are you really so oblivious?"

you laugh, in shock, in relief, as you clutch his hand happily. "i guess i am. but even with the dwarves and the vomiting valentine, this day is still good."

"what makes you say that?"

you blush, mustering the courage to lean in and rest your head on his shoulder. he smells good, feels warm, safe. "well, because i just found out the person i like likes me back."

ominis hums happily at that, visibly relaxing.

you two don't say anything else, but you quietly relish in each other, his hands wrapped around yours

and slowly, he rests his head on top of yours, feeling your breathing becoming even

and ominis closes his eyes, taking in your scent, thinking, "yes, perhaps today wasn't so bad after all."

the twins come to check on you two in a while, and sebastian sighs in relief when they see you two resting, with your head on ominis' shoulder and his head resting on top of yours.

all's well that ends well

until...

"you won't be getting away with this, sebastian," ominis calls out.

#hogwarts #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt imagine #ominis gaunt x reader #hogwarts legacy #harry potter #wizarding world #sebastian sallow #anne sallow #hogwarts imagine #hogwarts legacy imagine

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mageofseven · 11 months

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The Boys Reacting to MC Calling Themself Luke's Mama

Ok so despite the feminine term, I see this for MCs of any gender being this sweet, loving mama bear to Lukey baby 🥰

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Lucifer:

"MC, the Celestial realm won't actually let you adopt him."

Pursed his lips as both MC and their new son stares daggers at him.

sighs Nevermind...

Doesn't think the conversation is worth the mental energy anymore.

Though is still worried that his love will feel even more heartbroken when Luke is sent back to the Celestial realm.

Mammon:

Actually finds it adorable that MC sees the kid in this way

Not that he'd ever admit it though.

Actively pretends he doesn't care about it at all

But in truth, his heart gets all warm when he sees his Human interact with the small boy

And is actually kinda jealous of the tenderness from their parent-child relationship.

Leviathan:

Bro is so jealous.

Levi often complains about it and calls it "weird".

Made the mistake of calling it that in front of Luke one day

And the small boy actually kicked him for hurting his Mama's feelings!

This man almost summoned Lotan on this boy's ass

But luckily didn't because Lucifer was there

So instead Levi just went to his room and pouted about the attention his Henry was giving the angel.

Satan:

Finds it mildly strange, but really has no issue with it.

He knows his Kitten is a really loving person with a soft spot for kids

And ultimately is happy that the small boy brings them so much comfort.

Does worry about how they'll handle it when the young angel is sent back to the Celestial realm

But decides that it's better left for another time.

Right now, the boy makes his Kitten happy and that's what matters.

Asmodeus:

Find their relationship super cute!

And tries to get Luke to call him 'Papa'

Which doesn't work in the slightest and just makes the angel boy annoyed.

He's still happy for his Dolly though and likes that the child is so good to them.

Beelzebub:

Oh boy, does this man want kids

Like right now.

Their relationship really makes his baby fever worse

But he's still really happy for his Muffin and Luke.

Does wish Luke would also call him 'Papa', but does not want to make the child uncomfortable.

Enjoys spending time with the two and watching the human be all motherly to the angel

And often imagines them being that way to a child they make together.

MC, maybe you should make Lukey a sibling? Like, as soon as possible lol

Belphegor:

Is honestly very annoyed by it.

Like, no you freaking chihuahua, they are not gonna bake or play a game with you

We are napping.

Sadly gets into some arguments with MC over this

Because dude, you did not just speak to their son that way.

Luke may be the child in this scenario, but Belphie is definitely the brat.

This stubborn man has learned to apologize after these situations because MC is just as stubborn, if not more than him

And literally won't even look at him till he apologizes.

To make matters worse, it's not them he has to apologize to

It's Luke

And by the devil, this man hates apologizing to that little gremlin.

Diavolo:

Finds their relationship so adorable and tells them that every day!

Honestly, it makes Luke blush more than it makes his Queen.

The angelic child doesn't mind this though

And honestly wishes he could call Diavolo 'Papa' too

Something that Diavolo also wishes from the small angel

But boy would that have a lot of heavy political implications that would set people off, both in his realm and in the Celestial realm.

Sorry boys 😅

Still, MC's incredible love and care towards the child is beautiful to the prince, who starts showing Luke the same from himself.

Another man whose baby fever gets sparked up, but unlike Beel, is somewhat nervous to bring up the topic to MC.

After all, any children that come from him would be tethered to the Royal Family and the Devildom as a whole, which is a lot of pressure

Something he worries about putting on his love and their potential child.

So for now, he just enjoys spending with MC and Luke

And dreams of having a child of MC and his own.

Barbatos:

Barb has always been one to like kids, so to see his partner has such a strong love for this angelic child really warms his heart.

Barb already cares about Luke a lot at this point and is very grateful for his stay in the Devildom.

Luke is his little baking buddy and it would be a lie to say he hasn't grown found of him.

However, this butler is also realistic; he knows the child will eventually be whisked back up to the Celestial realm

And he and MC may not see him again.

Has this conversation with his love, but only once.

Doesn't want to hurt the human, but wants to make sure they know how this will eventually end.

Overall, loves their cute little parent-child relationship

And makes the butler think...what if--

But no. It would be much better if he and MC do not have children.

With his job, it wouldn't be fair for the child to not get the attention they deserve because he is constantly working.

That and his...'gift'; he would never want to risk his child inheriting it

And the pain that comes along with it.

Solomon:

Finds it really cute how attached his little minx has gotten to the angel.

Honestly, Soli already sees Luke as a little brother to him so he can see why the fellow human is so attached to the child.

Doesn't see himself as Luke's father because the sorcerer really has trouble imagining himself as parent

But has no issue in his little minx seeing themself as Luke's 'mama' instead of their sibling.

MC and Luke are happy and that's what matters to the man.

Unlike the others, Solomon isn't worried about Luke getting whisked away to the Celestial realm.

This sorcerer was one of the few non angels to have more or less full access to the angel homeland

One of the perks of being a former servant to their Father.

Soli was so sure that even if Luke had to go back up to his realm that he could get some strings pulled to get MC brought up to visit him.

So no worries from this man; he lets his little minx love their new 'son' as much as they want to.

These two will never be separated for long; not if he has a say in it.

Simeon:

Honestly, this man is conflicted about their relationship.

Simeon loves little Luke and loves being his guardian

So he loves seeing how well the child and his secret partner get along.

This man also feels guilty that he can never give MC the child from him that they really want since it was a general belief that angels cannot procreate.

The human so desperately wanted a child and Luke enjoyed getting to see what it was like to have a 'mama'.

The two were happy and he loved that for them.

However, at some point, Michael will ask him to send Luke home

And the boyfriend will have no choice but to take the sweet boy away from his new 'mama'

And the idea pained him severely.

He never wanted to hurt his Feather or young Luke

But someday...he just might be forced to

And the thought killed him inside.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me brothers #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me undateables

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oneshotnewbie · 2 months

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do you write for greys? if so, could you do something with Amelia Shepherd and teen reader? Whether it's her daughter or a patient, i don't mind. and could the story be suuuper cute and fluffy? or whatever you feel up to writing is fine. Thx! 🥰

Summary: Amelia Shepherd meets a talented young medical student who wants to learn from her. A close relationship develops between the two of you, with Amelia not only sharing her medical expertise, but also acting as a mentor and friend while you help Amelia regain confidence in herself after botching a surgery that she actually knows by heart.

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Amelia Shepherd hurried through the busy hallways of Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, her gown flapping behind her as she was summoned to a consultation. Her mind was whirling as she prepared to tend to a new patient when suddenly a gentle voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Excuse me, Dr. Shepherd? Would you have a moment for me?" you asked and Amelia turned around, a young woman with a backpack over her shoulder and a stack of books under her arm catching her eye. Your eyes sparkled at her, and the neurosurgeon could immediately see the glint of curiosity in them.

"Of course," Amelia spoke and smiled. She tilted her head to the side and slipped her hands into her coat pockets before continuing. "How can I help you? Are you hurt?"

You stepped closer and held out your hand. "No. My name is y/n y/l/n. I am a medical student interning and I heard that you are one of the best surgeons here. I would really like to learn from you."

Amelia's smile deepened as she saw the determination in your expression. "It's nice to meet you, y/n. And of course I'm happy to help you. What exactly do you want to learn?" she asked and you beamed with joy, keeping pace with her as she continued walking, signaling you with a hand signal to follow her. "Anything you can teach me! I admire your work and want to learn as much as I can from you."

The brunette felt a wave of warmth in her heart. It had been a long time since someone had so enthusiastically asked to be her mentor. Far too long. "Well then let's get started." she said, leading you through the corridors of the hospital to the consultation she was needed for.

In the following days, Amelia and you spent a lot of time together. She showed you the different departments of the hospital, explained complex medical cases and even let you watch some operations. As you worked together, you began to get to know each other better, and Amelia became more and more impressed by your intelligence, ambition, quick wit, and kindness.

One day, while you were taking a break together in the cafeteria, you turned to Amelia with a shy smile. "Could I perhaps ask you for a favor, Dr. Shepherd?"

Amelia nodded and placed a hand on your shoulder while fishing for her fork with the other hand. "Of course, y/n. What's wrong?"

You hesitated for a moment before continuing nervously. "Well, I recently heard about a scholarship available for promising young doctors like myself, but the application process is quite demanding. I was wondering if you could perhaps write me a recommendation?"

Amelia smiled softly and nodded. "Of course I will, y/n. I'm sure you're an excellent candidate. I'm happy to support you and hope to see you here permanently as a medical student." She answered and you beamed with gratitude and relief, barely able to contain your joy. "Thank you, Dr. Shepherd. You have no idea how much this means to me."

"From now on it's Amelia, not Dr. Shepherd." She interrupted and as she continued to smile at you, she couldn't help but feel warm and fulfilled. In you she saw not only a talented young medical student, but also a friend and a possible successor. And she looked forward to supporting you on your journey, just as so many others had supported her when she was an aspiring doctor herself.

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The news of your successful acceptance into the prestigious Grey Sloan scholarship spread like wildfire through the hospital, and Amelia couldn't help but beam with pride as she prepared to teach you everything she knew.

When you came to see her in person the next day, Amelia could hardly contain her excitement. “Congratulations, y/n!” she shouted, walking the last few centimeters towards you to pull you into a strong hug.

You grinned widely with joy and returned the hug as you laid your head on her chest and she planted a kiss on the top of your head. "Thank you, Amelia! I couldn't be happier!"

Amelia stepped back and regarded you with a beaming gaze as she wrapped an arm around your shoulder, leading you with her. "You deserve it, y/n. I knew from the beginning that you would make it."

The two of you walked up to a meeting room before you started talking about the future and how you would work together. You were excited to finally have the opportunity to develop the full extent of your knowledge and skills, and the neurosurgeon promised to support you every step of the way.

In the weeks and months that followed, an even closer friendship developed between the two of you. You continued to spend a lot of time together, both in and out of the hospital, sharing your thoughts, fears, and dreams.

Amelia was impressed by your eagerness and insatiable desire to learn and grow. She recognized that you were not only a talented aspiring doctor, but also a remarkable young woman with a strong moral compass and a warm heart.

As a mentor and friend, she stood by you when you needed support, be it with difficult medical cases that she assigned to you or with personal challenges. She encouraged you to do your best and never give up, no matter how big the obstacles might be.

And while Amelia helped you grow professionally and personally, she also found comfort and inspiration in your close friendship and enthusiasm. Together you went through ups and downs, but through your mutual support and affection, you grew stronger and closer together.

For Amelia, you were not just a student or a colleague, but an important companion on her own path, and she was grateful for the chance to have you on her path. Because in you she not only found a mental heir, but also a friend for life. She was able to lean on you especially in the difficult times, like during the time of her brother's death.

She had thrown herself back into work immediately after the funeral without taking a few days off, and now she was standing in front of the mirror in the relaxation room at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, staring at hersel. Her eyes shone uncertainty and self-doubt as she reflected on the events of the last few weeks.

An operation gone wrong. A patient who had suffered. And above all, the agonizing realization that she, an experienced surgeon, had made a mistake. A mistake that could have been avoided. A mistake that haunted her and shook her confidence in her own abilities.

Since her brother's tragic death, Amelia had struggled with grief. She had thrown herself into work to distract herself and numb the pain, but somewhere deep inside her doubt continued to gnaw at her. You had been a constant source of support and comfort during this dark time. As her young student and friend, you had not only supported Amelia with medical matters, but also served as an emotional support, encouraging her and reminding her that she was not alone.

There was a knock on the door that took her out of her thoughts and you walked in, a worried look on your face. "Amelia, how are you?" You asked softly, stepping closer. The brunette sighed and turned to you, her eyes dark with pain. "I'm sorry, y/n. I failed. I should have been more careful, I should have been better."

You moved closer to her and put a hand on her shoulder from behind, giving it a tight squeeze. "Am, everyone makes mistakes sometimes. You're only human." You spoke but she shook her head at your statement, unable to overcome the self-blame that tormented her. "But I should have known, y/n. I should have known better."

You looked at Amelia seriously and then lowered your voice to a very soft, quiet whisper. "Amelia, I know you are going through a difficult time. But I want you to remember who you are. You are an incredibly talented and passionate neurosurgeon. You have helped so many people and saved so many lives. Mistakes don't define your entire career."

Your words slowly penetrated Amelia's veil of self-doubt. She raised her eyes to meet yours, but you nudged her to look back in the mirror. When she had done this, you spread her legs with a light kick of your foot and placed one arm after the other on her hips. "Say it, Amelia."

"I am a superhero, let me fly." She whispered and you made the gesture with your hand that warned her to repeat the sentence. You had her repeat it several times until she realized which reflection she was looking into. "Just one strong and combative personality can make mistakes and still shine as much as you do in your Superman pose."

"Thank you, y/n. It means a lot to me." She spoke much stronger and you smiled softly. "We all need a reminder of who we really are sometimes. You are not alone, and I am here to help you remember."

Amelia threw her arms around you before getting back to work with you. Slowly but surely, Amelia began to regain her confidence in herself. With your support and your regular forcing to pose as Superman whenever she had self-doubts again, she overcame them and returned to her true passion: healing and helping people.

Amelia's journey has not been easy, and there have been many challenges and setbacks along the way. But with your continued support, she found herself back, strengthened by your friendship and unwavering confidence in her.

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 5 months

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Just another manic Monday

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 17

Prompt: Platonic Stobin

Rated: G

CW: monsters

Tags: Urban fantasy AU; Magic AU; Creature AU; background Steddie; background Buckingham

Notes: Based on an idea and the gorgeous art by @house-of-the-moving-image - so happy I got to throw a little something together for it. 🥰

“I don't understand this,” Steve yells, jumping over another garbage bag like a hurdle sprinter. “That thing is fucking huge, where was it even hiding?”

“Gee, I dunno, Steve!” Robin skids to a halt beside him and impatiently hops from foot to foot while he pulls out their scooter from between two dumpsters. “I didn't ask, you think we should wait up?”

Somewhere behind them, something lets out a loud, gargling roar. A giant body scrapes against the walls of the alley.

Steve gulps.

“Nah, I'm good,” he says and tosses her the egg. It's larger than his own head, and Robin sags briefly under its weight. “Get in!”

Sometimes, Steve really, really wishes he was normal.

In a world where ninety-seven percent of the population are either magic users, non-human, or hybrids, people like Robin and him tend to get the short end of the stick. Take the job market, for example. What's a guy to do if most entry-level positions require basic flight skills, or rudimentary knowledge of summoning spells, or two years minimum of experience in applied runology?

The job at Fleetfoot Delivery is actually okay, all things considered. The pay is decent, the uniform isn't completely humiliating, and his coworker is his best friend and platonic soulmate who happens to be just as lamely human and completely unmagical as himself.

It's easy work. Customers trade items via the app, Steve and Robin deliver the goods from the pickup location right to the lucky new owner.

Basic stuff.

Simple.

Boring.

Except for the days you get chased by giant fucking monsters.

“Who even sells a phoenix egg online?” he asks while he waits for Robin to clamber into the side car. “I mean, shouldn't we be calling child protection services or something?”

“Phoenixes are extinct, Steve, everyone knows that!”

He hums vaguely. He does know that, of course, but the question has its desired effect - namely to send her off on a tangent and get her mind off things.

“The eggs that are left are infertile, but they're highly coveted in certain circles. Rumor has it that consuming one will boost your magic like nothing else. Chrissy says there's a sea witch living off the coast who's been looking for one for-”

“Chrissy, huh?” Steve grins and swings a leg over the saddle. The scooter stutters to life. “The cute little mermaid with the milkshake order from last week? You two on first-name terms now?”

“Oh, fuck off!” Robin jabs him in the ribs, but quickly clutches the egg again as he needs to swerve around a stack of old, soggy cardboard boxes. They're picking up speed, but not nearly enough in the crammed, narrow alley. Behind them, the roaring and scraping are getting louder. “You don't get to berate me for flirting with clients. If I see you do that ass-wiggle in your stupid shorts in front of that dragon dude one more time-”

“His name is Eddie,” Steve snaps, neck erupting in heat. “And I don't think he has any idea what my first name is. Or my last name.”

“Yes, Steve, of course,” Robin deadpans. “That is why he calls you big boy and honey and sweetheart. That is the actual reason.”

Steve lets this statement simmer for a few seconds.

“Shut up and tell me where to deliver this thing,” he then says.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Robin smirk while she fishes her phone from her pocket and tells him the address.

“Oh, freaking great,” Steve grouses. “That's only on the other side of town. Won't take forever at all at this-”

“Steve?” says Robin. Her hand is tugging at the sleeve of his uniform jacket, like she's been trying to get his attention for a while. “Steve, you may wanna go faster.”

“I know!” he groans. “Need to beat rush hour, or we won't be home until-”

“That's not what I meant!” Robin shouts. Her voice goes all shrill and grating towards the end, and he almost crashes them into the wall in his impulse to cover his ears.

“Well, what do you-” he starts to say, but doesn't get any further.

There's a loud crashing sound as the dumpsters are mowed over. He glances over his shoulder, just long enough to see a slimy, clawed something that's roughly the size of his house erupt from the alley behind them. It shrieks. The rush of hot, stinking breath sends garbage flying in all directions. A fist-sized glob of spit hits the back of Steve's head with a wet splotch.

“Ugh, what the fuck? I just washed my hair this mor-”

“Drive!” Robin slaps his arm. “Oh my God, drive, drive, drive!”

Steve does.

They shoot out of the alley and onto the main road, just narrowly avoiding a collision with a flock of banshees. As their scandalized shrieks and the roar of the monster fade behind them, Robin's wristwatch buzzes.

“Oh,” she says. “Today's your lucky day. A certain dragon just ordered an entire crate of aventurine, express delivery.”

Steve groans and takes a right, reaching up to disentangle half a banana skin from his drool-coated hair.

The day is shaping up to be a real Monday.

All my holiday drabbles

#platonic stobin #platonic soulmates stobin #Steve Harrington #Robin Buckley #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #buckingham #robin buckley x chrissy cunningham #robin x chrissy #steddie holiday drabbles #steddieholidaydrabbles #hype's holiday drabbles

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bellgraves · 4 months

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Hear me out..DadGraves? your thoughts?

I have been summoned!!!! 😍

Dad!Graves is wonderful dad!

He will call his son "buddy" or "big boy" or "champ" (even if he is still young and small)

He will call his daughter "beautiful princess" "sweetheart" "sunshine"

When he will come back from deployment, your kids will wait for him on the porch.

Dad!Graves will hug them and ask if they were good to mommy?

He will enter the house holding them in his arms, then put them down to give you big hug and sweet kiss on your lips. He will spin you around, telling you how much he missed you and the kids will giggle.

Dad!Graves will have with all of you dinner and listen to the kids telling him stories of what you all have been doing when he was away.

The younger kid will tell him, how one night he wanted to eat icecream and went to kitchen but fell asleep there, and woke up scared and started to cry, so mommy came running to him and was hugging him all night.

Dad!Graves chuckled and said tomorrow everyone will have icecream and barbecue in the garden.

Dad!Graves made a small party in the garden next day, with kids running around. He will tell you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you. The older kid will pinch the younger one and will say: Mommy and Daddy are so in love!! The younger one will giggle with happiness.

The kids will come to you and sit on Dad!Graves lap.

The older kid will tell him that at school they had to write homework about their favourite fictional hero, but she wrote about her dad being a real hero, a super soldier protecting his country. She loves her daddy the most in the world!

Dad!Graves will say that he is so proud of his daughter, kiss her forehead and pretend to check the grill, so he can hide tears in his eyes.

Dad!Graves will play baseball or american football with his kids, later taking them for shooting lessons ("promise me that you won't tell mommy that we are here because she will kill daddy" he will say with laugh)

Dad!Graves will spoil his kids with everything that they want, because that's why he works so hard so he can earn money for his family to live comfortable and not to worry about anything.

Dad!Graves loves to travel with his kids and wife and buy them souvenirs.

Dad!Graves loves his family and will always protect them!

I hope you liked it!! 🥰

#call of duty #phillip graves #commander graves #phillip graves cod #phillip graves x fem!reader #dad graves #phillip graves x you #phillip graves x female reader #graves cod #phillip graves fanfic

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dreamofjoys · 2 years

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Lilia asking Malleus and Y/N for more grandkids. They already have like two kids and he be like “Please give me more grandkids you two! I need more to spoil!🥰”

there’s two ending for this scenario

fem reader ahead!

Scenario 1

malleus is okay with the idea of having another child. he thinks that the bigger the family, the better it is! imagine a small version of malleus running around the castle, pulling on the hem or your skirt and begs you to play with him! malleus would also absolutely pamper his own daughter. and if they look like you? is a win win for him.

of course, he would only agree to lilia’s request if you are okay with it. after all, you are the one carrying the baby for 9 months. he knows that carrying a child is not easy (he has seen you crying day and night, being unable to walk after birthing the baby, having frequent muscle aches and mood swings)

lilia’s request is tempting. you and malleus knows how much he spoils your kids. occasionally giving them candies, even bringing them out of the castle to go for a walk.

all we need is your consent, y/n. just say yes and malleus happily obliged to put his seed in you. a new baby room will be set up, and the nanny shall be lilia once again.

Scenario 2

you and malleus look at each other, nervously chuckling. another baby? not that you mind, but you were getting a little tired after birthing your second child. you wish to wait for a few more years before getting yourself ready to birth another royal.

lilia could do nothing but only pout. seeing as to how desperate lilia is, you gestured malleus to come closer and whispered to his ear.

“hey, silver is still single, right? why not match him up with someone? i bet lilia would absolutely be even more happy if the child belongs to silver.”

malleus smirks. “my wife always come up with such a wonderful idea, im so bless to be married to you.”

the next day, you and malleus summoned silver to your private quarters, asking him if he is currently seeing/interested in anyone, or what’s his type.

silver was confused at his master’s question, but nonetheless answered no. “i am not seeing anyone. i am not interested in anyone either. i don’t plan to get married or fall in love. i want to dedicate the rest of my life to serve you, malleus and father. i want to make father happy and proud.”

damn. both you and malleus thought while looking at each other. it’s gonna take awhile to witness silver getting married and having a child.

now, whose gonna tell dear silver that his father will only be truly happy and proud when silver gives him a grandchild?

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #imagines #y/n #diasomnia #lilia vanrouge #dreamofjoystwst #twst silver #silver #twst malleus draconia #twst malleus #dreamofjoysdrabbles

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shoku-and-awe · 15 days

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I live way off on an island, and the creatures here are so weird. People keep talking about "cats" or "birds" but I have no idea what they mean. Could you explain?

Birds, I am not super knowledgeable about, but I'm pretty sure they're some kind of biped. And I'm happy to show you my cat if that would help!

Most cats have pointy ears and a tail, but my cats tail is especially long and fluffy. He spends most of the day grooming himself or sleeping. He curls up like a croissant when he sits, and he likes to pounce on balls of yarn and to sleep in cardboard boxes and in precarious and absurd positions.

Cats will do anything for a piece of fish, but it can hard to teach them tricks. It's not that they don't understand what you're asking; they just aren't always sure they care. And my boy can be pretty aloof, but when he does want affection, he starts to do this wheezy sleepy breathing to summon you to his side. Then, when you pet him, he wheezes in time with each stroke. I love it when my cat purrs for me.

Usually, once he's decided he's done getting loved on, he'll either stop purring to officially dismiss you or he'll wander off to gaze out the window. But sometimes, getting petted reminds him that, deep down inside, he is actually a wild creature! When he remembers this, he likes to roll onto his back and thrash around and rake the air with his back claws and make silly noises.

Which eventually makes him sleepy again, but any sign of gentleness is embarrassing when he's in wild mode, so as a compromise, everyone has to touch his mouth and teeth and exposed throat/belly while commenting on what a fearsome beast he is and how we are all in terrible, terrible danger from his powerful jaws and wild boy ways. This will usually lull him back to sleep.

I did grow up with dogs, so it's been an adjustment to live with a cat, but I love him! We're teaching each other new things every day 🥰

#shibas are cats; change my mind #also i was suspicious of this ask at first #(sorry cooleranon!)#but there are no links on their profile #or obvious signs of a scam #interact with caution i guess but i wanted to talk about my handsome little friend #anyway!#thank you for the platform to gush #not food do not eat #igloo

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lovetals · 2 years

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the perks of a vision

synopsis: a vision has multiple uses, it isn’t just a way to boost your fighting skills. so how do these vision-bearers use them with you, the one they love the most?

characters: kazuha, jean, itto, ningguang, ei, childe, yelan, diluc, kaeya, and ganyu

deets: gn! reader, some have established relationships while others don’t, some of them is up for you to decide

notes: me and my bestie were talking about this like months ago and i finally wrote them out! (hc format, but whatevs!) some of them are way shorter than others so, uh, damn 😭 not the most proud of kazuha tbh, i think the scenario i paired with him wasn’t a good match :p but also… teasing kazuha •/////•

i think one of my followers is a ganyu fan so i hope they enjoy her part! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

kazuha

❀ a sudden strong breeze is a simple and effective way to get you to huddle closer to the man—and he takes advantage of this a lot

❀ kazuha tends to spend his time outside and likes to bring you along with him. a walk through a forest, sitting beneath a tree, tracing shapes in the sand on the beach, it doesn’t matter what the two of you are doing; he just likes to spend time with you

❀ while he is someone that speaks his mind he likes to have his fun, too. why ask you outright for some cuddles when he can be a little cheeky and change up the weather a bit >:3

❀ the two of you will be walking down a narrow dirt path when *gasp*! the wind starts to get too strong! oh, dear :( you two should stick close to each other just to be safe—here, grab his hand!

❀ once you notice the wind suddenly stopped you make a move to release his hand, to only have it kick back up again. well isn’t that such a coincidence?!

❀ even the colder days still play towards kazuha’s favor—it’s actually much better in his opinion. he just needs to do a little work and ta dah! you’re shivering! wait, no, don’t be happy—act concerned, kazu!!

❀ the reason why kazuha favors the cold days more than sunny ones is because he’s able to actually hold you. pretty boy is secretly so ecstatic about this!! sure, holding his hand is nice, but so is wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side 🥰

jean

❀ visions tend to be linked towards the bearer’s emotions and you learned this one day while accidentally startling jean awake. you weren’t the one who needed it, but that sudden burst of wind certainly woke you up

❀ there’s papers littered all over the desk and floor now, but the blonde’s attention is more focused on you, who has messy hair and clothes. oh, dear… please! let the acting grandmaster fix it for you!

❀ it may sound strange, but she gets slightly addicted to fixing you up. running her fingers through your hair, helping you adjust any clothes that got messed up from the surprise gust, she wants to keep doing it again and again so badly, but as direct as jean can get she’s rather shy when it comes to something like this so she resorts to using her vision

❀ she’s usually cooped up in her office so she tends to pretend to get startled by something, usually by you shaking her awake, as an excuse for the sudden wind

❀ outside, she doesn’t need to pretend as much. it’s outside, so obviously there’s bound to be a change in the weather, certainly not something caused by an anemo user, no

itto

❀ this one is gonna be structured differently because i think it’s better conveyed through bullet points 😓 but picture itto running up to you after meeting zhongli, who taught him a new trick

❀ itto: babe! check this out!!

❀ itto: *stomps on the floor* *summons a stone pillar right underneath you, tossing you into the air*

❀ don’t worry, he catches you :)

❀ if you’re cool with it, the two of you try to figure out just how high up the oni can send you

❀ the first time was more of an accident, but after learning that he gets to hold you after he catches you it’s now used as an excuse to do just that

❀ (bonus: he uses this new trick to vandalize the statue of the raiden shogun—y’all know what he’s gonna do >:))

ningguang

❀ the jade screen that she can summon works very well for soundproofing. standing behind one can muffle the noise on the other side so if you were completely surrounded? total silence. sometimes the stress of ningguang’s work can get to her and she just needs a moment of silence alone, but she doesn’t just use it for herself

❀ whenever you’re feeling awful or ningguang thinks you need to relax she’ll summon those screens right away, gently asking if everything’s ok

❀ the screens are rather thin to the point of having easy access to go through and to see on the other side, but with just a bit of tweaking and alterations, ningguang makes the walls surrounding you thick and non-clear to give you privacy

❀ if you wanted to be left alone she makes sure to make some sort of door before leaving so that you can get out once you’re feeling better. make sure to go find her when you’re out, she’s prepared you a nice cup of tea :)

(surprise!: y’all know those scenes/moments/tropes of running away from your crush to only wind up being cornered by them and pinned against a wall? yeah, my brain is becoming mush at the idea of zhongli summoning his pillar and doing that (//▽//))

❀ thunder is a common fear among many; sometimes it’s the loud noise and rumble that make them tremble or the bright, sudden flashes from lightning that strikes fear. let’s say for one example you were part of this group

❀ you mention this to ei at one point and she remembers this detail for, like, ever. how could she not? she’s literally the archon of electro, but she doesn’t take offense to hearing this, she just remembers it easily because she wants to know everything about you

❀ one day you start to excuse yourself from your hangout, saying you should get home before it’s too late and ei, who remembered your fear of thunder, decided to do something just a little mischievous

*bam!*

❀ omg (first name)! are you ok?! just listen to that thunder :(( well you must stay with her and wait for the thunder to pass! and just in case it goes on all night, here; she’ll prepare a bed for you to spend the night in (aka, make more space on her bed and make it more comfy)

❀ of course, not everyone is scared of thunder, but no one is immune to the dangers of it. so if you were someone that wasn’t scared of it ei doesn’t mind, she can still use her ability and pass it off by saying that you should spend the night with her just to be safe

childe

❀ tfw you stole this from kokomi but don’t know jack shit about her so you gotta downgrade to him 🙃 /hj

❀ “the power of water is its ability to take any shape” - the hydro oceanid, i think. i’ve been avoiding her cause god i hate her fight

❀ anyways—getting back on track: with the wise words from the oceanid many hydro wielders use their ability to create something pleasing to look at. for some, they use it in battle, for others, it’s to entertain the crowd, for childe, it’s to give you a little smooch <3

❀ childe likes to make a little fishie to hover around you, swirling around your head before diving in to give you a peck on the face. cheek, nose, forehead, eye—doesn’t matter, if it can reach it, it’ll kiss there

❀ when the contact is made childe makes a little kissy face as if he were actually kissing you (´ε｀ )♡

❀ if he’s feeling a little cheeky, the harbinger makes the fish splash onto your face, spreading water all over it rather than leaving behind a wet spot. don’t worry! he’ll help clean it off!! as long you give him a kiss in return, that is (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

yelan

❀ do you guys remember that one episode in spongebob where he and patrick would whisper something into a bubble so that when it would pop it’d repeat what was said into it? yeah, yelan does that :)

❀ it happens not too often, but it’s always a pleasure because the woman always has something sweet to say about you. there are some days where you’re chased after the bubbles, hearing whispers from her one after another. there’s just so much she has to tell you! how beautiful your outfit is, how amazing your hair looks today, how pretty your smile is—she can go on and on!

❀ when she can’t settle on what to say first she’ll roll a dice to figure out and say whatever the number lands on

❀ extra: it’s a great way to warn you about something without alerting anyone—if someone was following you yelan would whisper this into the bubble and give instructions on how to get away before dealing with the person herself

diluc

❀ i think it’s a universal agreement that having a pyro vision means you’re naturally warm and diluc’s fucking hot so it’s always a pleasure to stand near him

❀ and isn’t it such a coincidence that wherever you went with him it was always a little chilly?

❀ no, seriously! even beneath the warm sun in the city of mondstadt there’s still a nip in the air that makes you huddle close to the man. and that breeze blowing by was certainly not helping (¬ ¬ ) (haha, what? noooo, it was definitely not venti changing the airflow because diluc offered free drinks if he did it. haha, what are you saying?)

❀ as lovely as it is to spend time with you during the daytime diluc has a bit of a preference for the nighttime (mainly because he doesn’t need to ask a certain bard for help and deal with his teasings the next day) but just like with the vision, the night has multiple perks

❀ for example: enemies are more prone to coming out and attacking any unsuspecting people walking home so diluc can protect you! oh, and, uh make sure to stick by him just to be safe… please? 👉👈

❀ it’s also naturally cold at night so diluc doesn’t have to rely on any tricks to hold you close while walking you home. maybe one day he’ll stop being so shy and be able to ask you outright to hold you

(surprise!: albedo may not be a pyro user, but klee is! i love the idea of klee knowing her brother’s crush on you and trying to play matchmaker soooo… hear me out: klee blowing things up while right next to you so that her brother comes running and starts a conversation with you since you’re right there. hehe, now isn’t she so smart?! wait, shit, that’s jean coming—uh oh! run, klee!!)

kaeya

❀ like his brother, he manipulates the temperature as a way to get you closer without having to ask. unlike his brother, he doesn’t have to ask others to help, he can just do it himself with his cryo vision

❀ the air starts to become cold and gets colder the longer you stay away from the knight so you should hurry over to him before the town freezes over!

❀ this mf teases you for wanting to huddle up next to him as if he had nothing to do with it 🙄

❀ absolutely, 100% does this in bed, but why should you complain? you get to cover up with as many blankets as you want and be held by your boyfriend, who doesn’t want that?!

(surprise!: ayaka does the same thing, but she doesn’t use her vision to tease you like kaeya does. she’s a little more on the shy side and struggles a bit to say that she wants to cuddle with you and finds it easier to just make the air a little chilly before asking if you needed help to warm up. her face is still red regardless of creating an excuse ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡)

ganyu

❀ i like to think that ganyu is a little talented when trying to calm other people down. she may not be the best with herself, but she knows just what to say or do to make others relax. for you, she creates little ice figurines :)

❀ your personal favorite (and hers) is when she creates a little snow globe that holds some sort or ice figure inside. it takes her some practice to be able to master it, but for you, she’s willing to learn anything

❀ it would start off as something small—like a simple flower or a snowflake that twirls around inside the icy walls—then she gradually works her way up to create something bigger and better—something more suited for someone as wonderful as you

❀ spoiler: it’s gonna be an ice sculpture of you and her together heheh

❀ she won’t tell you, but with whatever free time she has available she uses it to learn how to make something new

❀ even if you weren’t in need of some cheering up, ganyu still shows off what she can do. she just likes seeing your smile

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thiccpettybitch · 9 months

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Sweet Sorrow - Ch. 2 Miguel O’hara x F!Reader

Okay, so it's been longer than I wanted – I'm sorry, lol. I ended up rewriting this chapter because I wasn't happy with it, and now I am, so... hopefully, you are too, lol! Also, I'm struggling with not rushing through it, but I want to get to the good bits, lol! Either way, I don't know what's next – probably Boxer Miguel or Ghost x Reader. We'll see! As always, enjoy!🥰

Two days had gone by, two days spent doing nothing but lying on that firm couch and gazing into space. Every now and then, you would sit up, your gaze fixed on the narrow gap in the blinds, letting a sliver of light filter into the otherwise dim room.

The idea of a shower and some food was almost enough to coax you into moving—almost. But no, you had already made up your mind; you weren't going to budge until... well... you weren't sure, to be honest. It's not like you had a clear plan. I mean, who gets kidnapped from their own dimension and then lands up in a futuristic world? You had no idea where you were or how on earth you were going to get back home.

Home… well, that wasn't an option. As much as you yearned for it, as much as the longing for your aunt, uncle, and... Miguel tugged at you, you just couldn't. There wasn't even enough energy left in you to summon a sense of guilt over it; after all, it was him you missed the most.

You felt so incredibly alone. Sure, Lyla kept you company, and those light hearted conversations were a nice distraction, but when night arrived, and you were left there in the silent darkness, staring up at the plain white ceiling, a heavy lump formed in the pit of your stomach. You'd toss and turn, close your eyes in a futile attempt to fall asleep, or try to shift your focus to something else, but it didn't really matter.

Your life and fate were completely out of your hands now. Everyone you knew, everyone you cared about, the life you were familiar with—it was all gone.

Your stubbornness aside, your bladder's insistence was hard to ignore. So, with a resigned sigh, you stood up and headed towards the plain white door that you were now pretty certain led to the bathroom. Just as you were almost there, however, Miguel suddenly appeared right in front of you. Caught off guard, you ended up walking straight into him.

He looked down at you not the least bit bothered by you quite literally smacking in to him, He looked down at you not the least bit bothered by you quite literally smacking in to him. You didn't bother looking up at him; instead, a string of internal curses flowed. Of all times, he had to stroll out of his bedroom right then. After you hadn't budged from the couch for a good two days, figures that the very moment you finally gave in, he would pop up.

Glancing between you and the door, he took a quiet step back. One hand remained hidden behind his back, while the other was extended in the direction of the bathroom. In a different context—where you weren't practically a prisoner and he wasn't your borderline kidnapper—it might have looked quite chivalrous. If only...

Without sparing him a glance, you strode past, only catching a glimpse of his movement from the corner of your eye. He seemed like he was about to say something when you swiftly shut the door in his face. To be honest, it was more about the imminent explosion in your bladder rather than genuine irritation. Both reasons were valid, but one was simply more... urgent.

Once done with your business, you went to wash your hands. In the mirror, you caught a glimpse of your own reflection staring back at you. You looked pale, with dark rings shadowing your eyes. Your nose appeared red and puffy—too much crying, not enough sleep, you thought to yourself. You attempted to tame some of your unruly locks as you glanced at your disheveled appearance.

"Screw it," you muttered.

You pulled your shirt over your head and discarded it along with your pants and underwear. Consequences be damned, you were having that shower even if it was the last thing you did! With determined steps, you entered the walk-in shower, casting a quick look around. Goosebumps prickled on your skin as you stood there, awkwardly trying to figure out how the contraption worked.

The sound of a tap at the door made you jump, causing you to quickly cover yourself instinctively, just in case the door might open. Though, of course, that wasn't a concern since you had already locked it.

‘’Do you… need help?’’

‘’I’m capable of using a bathroom, thank you.’’ It was the first time you had spoken to him in days and it came out just as venomous as you intended.

‘’The shower; it’s maybe different from what you’re used to. If you let me in, I can show you how it works’’

He sounded like he was trying to sound as calm and soothing as possible – the way you'd talk to a scared animal, letting it know you're not a threat. The image of him coaxing a timid, cornered critter came to mind, making you frown.

‘’I don’t want your help.’’

‘’I…’’ you could hear him sight on the other side of the door.

He mumbled something that you couldn't quite catch, and then suddenly Lyla appeared in the bathroom. She was away from you, floating in front of the mirror, engrossed in checking herself out. Regardless, you covered yourself, wearing a deep scowl on your face.

She leaned forward, pushing her heart-shaped glasses up to adjust her lashes, and then let them settle back against her nose.

[You gotta press the button, hold it in and turn the dial at the same time. Don’t turn it too much towards the red or you’ll burn yourself.]

You opened your mouth to tell her off but decided to just let it go, allowing yourself to relish the sensation of the water cascading down on you, the temperature just perfect. As you turned toward the mirror, your eyes squinted to shield against the water, only to realize that Lyla had vanished just as swiftly as she'd materialized.

Whatever.

You thought to yourself, closing your eyes and relishing how the water effortlessly washed away everything – the dirt, the grime, the fatigue. It all seemed to dissolve, vanishing down the drain. Using both hands, you ran your fingers through your hair, appreciating how the water flowed down your head and back. Shifting to the side, you reached for the nearest bottle within reach, bringing it up to your face to read the label. "Men's Care 3 in 1," you muttered, rolling your eyes. It was such a cliché.

After the much-needed shower, you stepped out, snatching a nearby towel and draping it around yourself. As you pondered, your gaze wandered around, and it hit you that this might be the first time you had ever been in a guy's apartment—well, maybe not the absolute first time. There was...

Shaking your head, you pushed away the memory and the accompanying ache. That wasn't what you wanted to dwell on. Instead, you strolled over to the mirror, a bit surprised it hadn't fogged up. But hey, maybe that was some sort of futuristic technology. Your attention shifted to one of the cabinets next to it, where a small pink bow was tied around the handle.

Curiosity getting the better of you, you swung open the cabinet and peered inside, only to find yourself gaping in astonishment. It was filled with... well, everything you could imagine needing, and then some. A hairbrush, a comb, an array of hairpins, both thick and thin hairbands, a still-packaged hairdryer that looked newly bought, creams, a toothbrush, floss, shampoo, conditioner, razors, toothpaste, a face mask, pads for day and night, and, quite surprisingly, a Ziploc bag containing... tampons?!

You grabbed the Ziploc bag and inspected it, your confusion evident. Holding it up, you almost seemed to hope that the bathroom light could somehow shed light on this mystery. Then, out of nowhere, a loud snort burst from you. Quickly, you clapped a hand over your mouth, trying to stifle the laughter. The mental picture of Miguel dashing into a random 7/11, swiping some tampons, and dashing out had invaded your thoughts. And there you stood, one hand clutching the bag, the other muffling your mouth, struggling to contain your laughter. The more you urged yourself to stop, the harder it became to control.

Oh god... laughter was such a relief. It engulfed you, a fleeting respite that lasted for only about five seconds before the guilt and pain resurfaced.

[Ooh, you found the stash!]

You scoffed, shaking your head in sheer disbelief. "The stash? The illicit tampon collection? Yeah, I found it, alright."

[Nice, I didn’t realize your dimension had banned them too]

Lyla said, hovering in front of you with her hands resting behind her head and her legs casually stretched out in front of her. It was as if she was lounging in a hammock, utterly at ease.

‘’Wait… you’re kidding right? These are actually illegal?!’’

[Yuuuup! We had a governor a few years back who ran this whole campaign about cutting down pollution. But you know what's funny? There were no changes to industrial emissions, plastic waste in the oceans, or those illegal chemical dumps. Yet somehow, they were all over female hygiene products. Go figure,] she explained with a roll of her eyes.

"Some things just never change, I guess," you scoffed, glancing at the bag and the assortment of tampons within it.

[Guess not. But you know what? That right there? That's like first-grade black market stuff! It's not something you just stumble upon easily,] Lyla quipped, a blend of amusement and disbelief in her tone.

Shaking your head, a small smile tugged at your lips. It was the sheer absurdity of it all that brought that smile, nothing else.

[You've got some fresh clothes in that cabinet over there. I was gonna go all out with the color selection, but SOMEONE vetoed that idea. So... enjoy the gray,] Lyla teased, a hint of playful irritation in her voice.

As you opened the cabinet, you extracted a set of gray sweatpants and a matching top. You motioned for her to give you some privacy to change, and she obligingly backed off.

As you stepped out of the bathroom, you watched Miguel sitting at the kitchen counter, hunched over and looking comically big for the small stool he sat on.

It felt far too soon to let go of the bitterness that still clung to you, thanks to, well... everything. What were you expected to do? Force a smile and offer gratitude for some "welcome to your new home" gesture? Act as though you were in a quaint Airbnb instead of trapped in a futuristic realm, compelled to leave behind everyone you cherished, with the added torment of being forbidden from ever reuniting with them – a decision that could potentially unravel not just their lives, but the very fabric of an entire dimension?!

Sigh…

Sauntering over to Lyla, you crossed your arms nonchalantly over your chest and leaned against the fridge. Miguel scooped another spoonful of cereal into his mouth, engrossed in calibrating something on his bracelet. He was so absorbed in whatever task he was focused on that he failed to notice the way your eyes were fixed on the bowl before him.

Noticing your gaze fixed on him, tracking the spoon's journey from the bowl to his mouth, he let out a sigh. Setting the spoon down into the bowl, he met your eyes, prompting you to look away.

"Want some?" he asked, breaking the silence.

"No," you retort, practically turning your nose up at him in a show of defiance.

He rolls his eyes, shoving the bowl aside and getting to his feet. Without uttering a word, he leaves. He doesn't even spare you a glance as he strides out of the apartment, the doors sealing shut behind him.

You stand there, gazing into space in silence, holding your breath.

[Annnnnd he’s gone.]

With a sudden burst of energy, you lunge forward, snatching the bowl and hastily scraping up the remaining bits of cereal into your mouth. You chew with gusto, enjoying the sensation of finally eating something. However, a pang of discomfort in your stomach serves as a reminder that you can't keep up this kind of behavior.

Lifting the bowl to your lips, you tilt it back, savoring the chocolate-flavored milk pooled at the bottom. You don't mind the liquid that drips down your chin; in this moment, you're just enjoying the sensation of nourishment.

[Wow.]

"What?!" you hiss, hastily wiping your chin with the back of your hand.

[Really? You have to ask?]

You roll your eyes, taking the bowl with you and dropping it into the sink, not caring what becomes of it.

The room settles into silence as you move over to the couch, sinking into it and pointing at the TV expectantly. It springs to life as Lyla appears beside you, now taking on a larger, almost human-like form as she sits down next to you. Her judgmental side-eye feels like it could sear through you as you attempt to focus on the rerun of some futuristic sitcom.

"Oh my god! What?!" you exclaim.

[Nothing...]

Lyla continues to file her nails, her glasses sliding slightly down her nose as she shoots you a BOMBASTIC side-eye.

"What?" you press.

[It's just not your best look.]

"What, eating?!"

[Sloppily downing his leftovers like a starved dog, all because you're too stubborn to simply talk to him.]

"Oh my god..." you groan, your head falling back. "Spare me the lecture, would you? I'm not in the mood."

[Riiight, because you're such a joy to talk to normally.]

You hurl a pillow at her in frustration, though she easily flickers to another spot on the couch, inspecting her nails unfazed.

"You don’t get to judge me; you don’t know what it’s like-"

[I’m not saying this because I am judging you, y/n. I’m not on his side either. I’m saying this because I worry about you. You can’t keep living like this.]

You frowned, hugging the pillow you had attempted to smack her with closer as if seeking some comfort.

---

Another day slipped by, and you had spent it sleeping on the couch, much to your back's dismay. As you awoke, it was evident that Miguel hadn't returned the previous night. His bedroom door remained ajar, and there was no trace of any dishes either. Lyla materialized in front of you, her glasses concealing a judgmental expression. You found yourself in the kitchen, awkwardly scratching your upper arm, trying to figure out what to do next.

Lyla materialized beside you, casually leaning against the wall adjacent to the fridge. She was engrossed in typing something into her holographic phone, briefly looking up at you and then at the fridge, before refocusing on her phone. Why did she even need a phone?

After a sigh of resignation, you opened the fridge, only to be met with disappointment as its emptiness stared back at you. A carton of milk, some orange juice, a dozen chocolate bars, and a single pear.

"Really? He's got that physique, and his diet is chocolate bars and milk," you muttered in disbelief.

Sighing, you reached for one of the chocolate bars and closed the fridge door. But as you turned around, you froze like a deer caught in headlights. Miguel was standing by the front doors, silently observing you. His gaze moved from your head to your toes, his eyebrows knitting together. After a moment, he stretched his arms above his head before heading into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

You and Lyla exchanged a knowing glance, and then she materialized on the couch, patting the seat next to her. As you sat down, you unwrapped the chocolate bar and took a bite, relishing the delightful combination of milky chocolate and hints of brownies. Clearly, the man had a sweet tooth.

After a few minutes of watching an episode of a sitcom centered around a group of friends sharing a living space, the bathroom door swung open. Miguel emerged, dressed in regular clothes for once – well, what passed for "normal" in this time period, you assumed. He yawned and ran his fingers through his damp hair, his gaze tiredly sweeping over to you.

You forced yourself to look ahead, avoiding his gaze as his footsteps retreated into his bedroom, the door closing behind him

Lyla shot you a mischievous smirk but remained silent.

You and Lyla spent the rest of the day quietly laughing along with the show, which seemed to keep going on and on. It had that "Friends" vibe, strangely not feeling too outdated. The bedroom door swung open, but you were too engrossed in the comedic scene unfolding on the screen to notice. A guy was hilariously fumbling with a chicken while attempting to shake someone's hand.

Your head turned as something caught your attention from the corner of your eye, a lingering smile on your face. It was Miguel, stepping toward the couch, as if he planned to take a seat. You went rigid, quickly snatching up a pillow as a sort of shield. The smile vanished from your face, and you pulled your knees up, feeling a sudden need to create some distance.

He halted, his gaze fixing on you briefly before he shifted his attention toward the kitchen. Taking a seat at the counter. The enjoyment and lightheartedness that had filled the air earlier now seemed to have dissipated entirely. In their place were a mixture of anxiety and discomfort. On some level, you were relieved he hadn't chosen to sit beside you. Yet, as you observed him perched there, occasionally glancing over at the TV, a pang of guilt tugged at you.

Over the course of about half an hour, you found yourself repeatedly sneaking glances at him. He remained engrossed in the show, his head propped up by his hand, wearing the same stoic expression. Nibbling on your bottom lip, your gaze shifted from stolen glances to unabashedly staring at him.

It’s not his fault.

I know.

He didn’t have much of a choice.

He took away my right to make a choice.

He saved your life.

By taking everything that made my life worth living.

You sighed deeply, dropping your gaze to the floor.

Say something.

Raising your eyes, you observed him—the flawless way his dark brown hair swept back, his high cheekbones highlighting his sun-kissed skin, the gentle curve of his nose, the way his thick eyebrows furrowed, etching deep lines onto his forehead, the fullness of his lips. It was uncanny how much he resembled him...

You had to avert your gaze, your cheeks flushed and a bittersweet ache forming in the pit of your stomach. That night, you found yourself crying yourself to sleep once more, clutching a pillow against your chest in an attempt to stifle the sound as best as you could. Unbeknownst to you, a shadow lingered in the doorway, quietly observing your heartache.

---

The following day greeted you with an unexpected sense of restfulness. As you sat up, a blanket that had been draped over you slid down your chest and pooled in your lap. It was odd – you didn't recall having it when you fell asleep.

Lyla materialized right in front of your face, causing you to flinch and then emit a groan. "Lyla, please... you're too energetic for this early in the morning."

[Pfft, it's three PM!]

"What?!" You glanced at the TV's time display, confirming that you had indeed slept in quite a bit.

Stretching, you got up and absentmindedly scratched your stomach as you strolled over to the fridge. Nothing like an overly sweet chocolate bar to kick off your day – or rather, your afternoon.

Swinging open the fridge door, you did a double take. Right there on a shelf above the chocolate bars sat a plate of quesadillas. Lyla floated next to you, her eyes widening.

[No way he made you food!]

Normally, you might have brushed it off, but this was different. This wasn't just some buttered toast. This was homemade Mexican ham and cheese quesadillas. You grabbed the plate from the fridge, using your foot to nonchalantly shut the door. With absentminded precision, you peeled off the protective wrapping and popped the plate into the microwave for about a minute and a half.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

The cheese strings clinging to the bread were enough to set your mouth watering. You took a bite, and the combination of the pan-fried tortilla, melted cheese, and perfectly sliced ham was so satisfying that you let out an involuntary moan. Holding some of the cheese strings aloft, you slowly guided them into your mouth. Pairing the quesadilla with a glass of orange juice hit the spot so well that you reclined against the couch, rubbing your satisfied stomach.

"Holy shit, that hit the spot," you remarked aloud.

[Yeah? Maybe you should let him know that.]

You shot her a glare, which seemed to have little effect. She simply shrugged, flitting around the room before settling down next to you, joining in on the TV watching.

---

That night, you settled onto the couch just like the previous few nights, but there was a difference in the air. This time, you weren't just idly watching TV or killing time – you were waiting. Waiting for him.

Your gaze constantly flickered between the screen and the door. Every time you thought you heard a sound or caught a movement in your peripheral vision, your body would tense, and you held your breath in anticipation, only to let it out with a sigh of disappointment as the adrenaline gradually ebbed away.

Lyla had been bugging you about it, complaining whenever you didn't join in on her laughter at one of the jokes cracked by your favorite characters on the show. She incessantly flickered in front of your face, assuming new poses each time she reappeared – hands on her hips, exaggerated gestures, and all. You swatted your hand in front of you, as though trying to shoo away an irritating fly.

[What's going on with you?!]

"Nothing! Just stop!" you exclaimed.

[Are you not enjoying the show?]

"I am! I'm just..." you sighed, swatting at her as she popped up once more, "...can you please quit it?"

[Tell me! Come oooon~]

With a slight frown, you turned towards her, both of you locking eyes in a moment of mutual annoyance. You opened your mouth, ready to let her have it, when the sound of footsteps reached your ears. Both of you instinctively turned your heads towards the door, then glanced back at each other, panic subtly etched across your expressions.

Lyla resized herself to her normal form, hovering over your shoulder as you quickly sat up straight. You casually grabbed a pillow, doing your best to appear nonchalant, all the while ignoring the way Lyla's stifled laughter tickled your ear.

The two doors slid apart, and Miguel entered, tilting his head from side to side, seemingly trying to alleviate some tension in his neck. His movement halted when he spotted you sitting there, your gaze firmly locked on him with a sense of intense concentration, your eyebrows furrowed. He glanced at Lyla, his eyebrow slightly raised, only to find her giving him the same scrutinizing look. Both of you remained quietly fixated on him, as if you were deeply studying the man before you.

‘’There a problem?’’

Both of you shook your head at the same time, blinking in unison as you continued staring at him.

"Right... well, I'm gonna... shower," he said cautiously, his eyes narrowing.

He stared at the two of you for another moment before finally entering the bathroom, his gaze alternating between the two of you once more before he slowly closed the door.

You exhaled, sinking back against the couch.

[That was intense,] Lyla remarked.

"Yeah..." you agreed.

[Say... Why—why was it intense?]

"I... I'm gonna talk to him."

Lyla gasped dramatically, clutching a virtual hand to her chest, which elicited an eye roll from you. Despite that, a faint smile tugged at your lips.

After a few minutes, the bathroom door swung open, and Miguel emerged, clad in a pair of loose grey pants and a long-sleeved white shirt. A towel was draped over his shoulders as he methodically dried his hair while heading over to the fridge. He retrieved a bottle of sparkling water, one of the many new items that had found their way into the well-stocked refrigerator.

You observed him as he walked by, a sense of urgency building within you. It was now or never, you realized, trying to muster the courage to say something, anything.

‘’Can we talk?’’

You didn't look up; the sound of his bare feet coming to a halt was enough to make your breath catch. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you finally glanced up just in time to witness him turning around to meet your gaze, a surprised expression crossing his features.

He dropped down onto the other end of the couch, running the towel through his hair. You observed him, noticing a rare softness in his expression—there was a sense of calm and gentleness that was quite unlike his usual seriousness or irritation.

Your gazes locked, but your confidence seemed to evaporate, leaving you speechless. Words formed in your mind, yet they remained trapped, suffocated by a surge of memories—of Miguel, your aunt and uncle, your friends; recollections of being torn from your world, flung in to a portal, and marooned on a couch in the confines of a stranger's apartment. You were imprisoned in an unsettling blend of familiarity and strangeness, a puzzle that spanned the wrong world, the wrong time, the wrong dimension.

Fuck. This wasn’t going to work.

‘’Did you eat the Sincronizadas?’’

You nodded.

He nodded back.

‘’Did you enjoy them?’’

You nodded.

He returned the nod.

‘’Maybe… I could make some more, sometime.’’

You nodded.

He nodded back in acknowledgment.

After a few minutes, he clapped his hands against his thighs, using the motion to rise from the couch. He offered you a slow and awkward nod before turning and making his way toward his bedroom.

"I haven't forgiven you," the words slipped from your lips.

He paused in his tracks, looking back over his shoulder at you.

"I know," he replied simply.

As the door clicked shut behind him, you sank back against the couch, hugging the pillow to your chest.

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Only You

Pairings: Din Djarin x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, PinV sex, breeding kink, oral (female receiving), daddy kink, slightly rough Din, cursing.

Summary: second req from my dear @scorpio-marionette, “trust me, you don’t want to know what I’ve been thinking.” For our boy Din.

A/N: I’m gonna be slow to post, after 2.5 years covid has finally got me and I’m not well so I will post when I can but I’m not putting pressure on myself. I’ll try my best because I know I have a lot of requests to get through (from like Xmas 🙊) and my Javi series needs an update but we will see. 🥰🥰

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

Din was on another planet seeking alliance - one of the many he had been on previously as a bounty Hunter. Now, he was accompanied by members of the Mandalorian council. He hated this. All the formalities of being Mand’alor. The constant negotiations and protocols, it was just too much. All he wanted was to get into the crest and get back to how it used to be. Just him, Grogu and you.

Din had zoned out of the conversation - they were all the same at this point - his mind drifting to you again. His lips curved slightly as he thought of your beautiful smile, and how it always made your eyes sparkle. He’d left you in Mandalore - not that he had much choice - and you ruled in his place while he was away. Something that required a lot of begging on his part.

He loved you and wanted to make you his wife, his queen. He succeeded with the first but you still refused to be called a queen. I don’t like titles Din, they make people think they're above everyone else when they're not. He had argued that you would make a great queen, a compassionate one but it did not deter you from your choice.

While Din was lost in his thoughts of you, Grogu had snuck away and when he realised his son was no longer with him, he panicked. Standing abruptly, he leaves the meeting to his adviser and searches for his son. He finds him in the local market, face glued to a tank of frogs and he can’t help but chuckle. He uses the force to lift one out and towards his mouth when a man shouts, startling him. “Hey, get away from them you little Hutt spawn.”

Din could feel his blood boil, his fists clenching at his side as he stormed over towards his son. Picking him up he grabbed a blade from his hip and brought it to the man’s throat. “Say that again.” The man quivered in fear and began apologising, handing a frog to Grogu. “I didn’t mean it, no harm done.” Placing the blade back in its place, Din turned to leave when a woman appeared out of nowhere.

Her hands caressed Grogu’s ears as her gaze landed on the visor of Din’s helmet. “He is just adorable, is he yours?” Din nodded, unable to speak. Her hands began to roam and landed on his arms as she squeezed his muscles. “You are such a good dad, if you want to have another - I’m happy to help.” Was she flirting with him?

Din swallowed thickly before he came to his senses and pushed her away gently. He didn’t speak. He couldn’t. Walking away he was stopped again by another woman. What in the maker? “That was amazing, what you did back there, protecting your son. Interested in having more?” Din didn’t stop this time as he barrelled back to the ship.

Boarding the crest he removed his helmet and ran his fingers through his hair - Grogu cooing happily as he sat watching his father. This had been happening a lot lately, women throwing themselves at him, wanting to mother his children. It’s not something he ever thought about. Sure he had Grogu but having children of his own - wasn’t something he ever thought he’d have. Now, it’s all he can think about.

He thinks about it every day and at night when he sleeps and now all he wants to do is get home and breed you. You are the only one he wants to be the mother of his children. He just hopes you want that too. Hitting on his com-link he summons his council back to the ship, sitting in the pilot chair and setting the coordinates for Mandalore. His body hummed with desire and his cock ached.

He needed to get home, now.

***

As soon as Din landed he went in search of you, ignoring the pleas of his council to discuss urgent matters. He didn’t care. This was far more urgent.

He knew where you’d be and when he stood outside the door to the library, he could hear you humming inside. A smile spreads over his face and he opens the doors startling you. “Dank farrik, Din you scared me.” The book falls from your hands as he grabs you around the waist tight, pulling you close. “What’s gotten into you? Did the negotiations not go well?”

He loves how you are always concerned about these things but right now his mind is on other things. He growls and you shriek a little as your hands rest on his chest plates. The beskar cooling your flushed skin. “Need you now, mesh’la.” He pushes his hips against yours and you can feel his desire for you, hard and throbbing against his cargo pants.

What’s got him so riled up? “What’s going on in that head of yours?” His grip tightens and he closes his eyes, “trust me, you don’t want to know what I’ve been thinking.”

“I do, so tell me.” He releases a deep breath and his eyes find yours. “Want to…want to breed you… wanna see you round with my baby.” You freeze, eyes focused on his visor. “What?!” He grabs your hands and places them on either side of his helmet, before helping you lift it off him. It falls to the floor with a loud clunk and his brown eyes stare at your beautiful face, a mixture of love and lust swirling behind them.

“I want to…I….” He becomes nervous suddenly and you place your hand along his cheek. “It’s ok, tell me.” His eyes fall to your lips quickly before meeting your gaze again. “I’ve been thinking…what if we had a baby…a brother or sister for Grogu?” His grip on your waist tightens a little and your lips curve into a smile. “You want us to have a baby?” He nodded, his eyes full of hope.

“Ok!” He smiles brightly before his lips crash onto yours. “You're sure?” You nod before pulling him into you again. “But you’ll have to work for it,” you whisper into his ear. “What?” Pulling away you create a little distance. “I want you to chase me, hunt me, and if you catch me - then you can breed me.”

His eyebrows quirk as an amused smile spreads across his face. “What if I lose?” You move back towards the door, “you won’t.” With that, you ran. He removed his gloves and flexed his fingers. This was going to be fun.

***

You moved as fast as your legs could carry you as you run through the palace, knowing full well he would catch you. He always did. You thought about hiding but then you entered the throne room. An idea is formed and you rid yourself of your clothes before ascending the throne and taking a seat.

The beskar was cold against your skin and a shiver ran through you. Your exposed breasts are pushed forward as you sit straighter, waiting for your king. The doors are pushed open and Din stalks towards you, faltering in his step when he sees you upon his throne. His eyes seem to darken and his lips curve into a seductive smile. Din was ravenous, and his desire permeated the air. He stands before you, “My Queen.”

“Kneel.” You command and he quirks his eyebrow at you, the hint of a smile on his face. You know he doesn’t want to play these games but he will if he wants you. “For someone who doesn’t like titles, you sure are bossy.” He drops to his knees and looks up at you with a tsunami of emotions behind his eyes. Sitting forward slightly you beckon him towards you with your finger. He crawls towards you slowly and your heart swells, knowing you are the only one he’d do that for.

His soft plush lips kiss your bare feet as his hand wraps around your leg. “What does my Queen desire?”

“You want to breed me?” Din nods his head as he inches closer to you. “Then strip and fuck me here, on your throne.” A growl emanates from his chest and he sheds his armour and clothes quickly, standing bare before you - chest heaving. He drops to his knees again, his hands tracing up your legs as his lips skim the inside of your thighs before his mouth finds your core.

Your back arched off the throne and your breath hitched as he worked his tongue into you. His stubble and moustache created delicious friction. “Oh fuck…Din..” He adds two fingers and you mewl below him as you come hard, cunt fluttering around his thick fingers. He pulls away and stands, grabbing his cock as he pumps himself. “Up!” He commands and you stand on shaky legs.

“Want you to ride me on my throne. Use me, my Queen.” You straddle his waist and his big hands grip your hips tight as you slowly sink down on him. A groan escapes his lips as he fills you. “So kriffing tight…gonna fill you up mesh’la…watch it take root and…oh fuck…” His head falls back as pleasure courses through him, your hips moving above him. His hand moves towards your breast grabbing it and squeezing tight before he captures your nipple with his mouth.

“Din..oh maker…I’m gonna come…” He helps you move above him, his eyes focused on where you are both joined, watching his cock move in and out of you. “Come mesh’la, come for your king.” You clench around him as you cry out in ecstasy, “oh fuck…yes daddy…”

Din is still below you and his nostrils flare as he asks you what you said. Your cheeks flush in embarrassment, “daddy.” He stands, his grip on you tight as he flips you onto your back. You're bent a little and the position is a little awkward but you don’t care. He pounds into you grunting loudly in your ear. “Say it again.”

“Fuck me, daddy.” Oh, fuck you were doing this again. His hips begin to falter and he moves his hand to your clit, rubbing circles over your swollen bud. “Want you to come again…then I’m gonna fill you up, breed you.”

“Yes…please fill me up Din, make me yours.” He thrusts twice more before spilling inside you, coating your womb with his seed. You’re both panting and sweaty as you come down from your high. “Are you ok, mesh’la? I wasn’t too rough?” You smile up at him as your hand rests on his cheek, “never. I want you to do that again.”

He chuckles as he pulls away slowly and helps you up. You can feel his come dripping down your thighs. “I love you.” His lips meet yours in a soft kiss before the doors burst open and his council stand mouths agape as they take in your naked forms. “Oh, your majesty, we are so sorry, we didn’t know…”

Din pushes you behind him in an attempt to hide you. “Out! Now - and keep your eyes off my wife.” You bury your head into his shoulder in embarrassment as they all shuffle out of the throne room. “I’m never gonna be able to face them again.”

“If any of them say anything I’ll kill them.” He bends a little, grabbing you and lifting you into his arms. “Now, I’m gonna take you back to our room and keep you full of me all night, make sure I have you bred before morning. Would you like that, my Queen?”

“Yes, my king.”

Part 2 / Lactation / Somnophilia

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On May day and the first day of Elriel month I want to share a greek/Roman couple that has Elain and Azriel vibe 🥰

Flora and Zephyrus: Spring Romance

Chloris was a beautiful nymph in the Elysian Fields who caught the attention of Zephyrus, the god of the west wind. They ended up falling in love and marrying. As a wedding gift, he filled her fields with flowers, which were said to be roses and violets, the same flowers that Feyre painted on Elain's drawer.

Through this union, Chloris became Flora, the goddess of flowers, spring, and fertility. She has jurisdiction over flowers, spreading their seeds all over the Earth, while Zephyrus, as the west wind, brings the rain that grows her flowers. Like every mythological couple, they complement each other, similar to the way Elain and Azriel's symbolism complements each other ; life/death, light, and Shadows

Zephyrus was depicted as a handsome winged man, while Flora, known for her beauty, was said to breathe roses as she spoke.

One of my favorite myths is the creation of the rose, the flower associated with Elain in the series : While Flora was wandering in the woods, she found a lifeless, beautiful nymph. Saddened by her death, she transformed her into a rose so that her beauty would become eternal. Flora summoned her friends: Aphrodite, the goddess of love; Ares, the god of war; and Dionysus, the god of wine. Aphrodite gave the rose beauty, Dionysus offered nectar to give it a sweet scent, and Ares provided thorns to protect it. Zephyrus then blew away the clouds to allow the sun to shine through, helping the rose to bloom.

The Roman festival Floralia honored Flora and symbolized the cycle of life, death, and rebirth. Many scholars believe that this festival was the inspiration for the May Day festival.

Happy Elriel Month ❤️

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BROOO WHOS THE WEIRD FETISH GUY WITH AN EYEPATCH????? ARE THEY THE NEXT LOVE INTEREST????? OMGGG THE DEMO IS SPLENDID MAGNIFICENT MARVELLOUS GLORIOUS

On another note, I spent all noon reading and making theories about the Lesser Key of Solomon and I found the secret ending~ hehe it's really cool! So much lore hahaha. There's a part (in the Lesser Key of Solomon) where they talk about how's the summoning of some specific demon and I was wondering if you used it on the game art?? bc they're pretty similar. If you did, you are so big brain. Really, it's astonishing all the work that you've done!! Have a happy week!!!!!! or weekend??? Dunno but enjoy your day <33

They might be hehehe.....😎💕

This was SUCH a lovely ask to read. Thank you so much for taking the time to play my game and researching the key to find the secret ending 🥹💕💞💖 also thankyou for noticing all of the little things I put into it, you are absolutely correct, a lot of inspiration I took for the game is in the lesser key 🫂💕

Z's head laying on the triangle is him making a mockery of what it represents both spiritually and in the ritual. And you probably caught the references with the other objects too 🥰

I'd love to hear what specifically made you figure out which word the hidden ending was as I think it's fun how different people figure it out in different ways (symbols, Z's behaviors, hints in old asks I have answerd ect) 🥰

either way, thankyou for putting so much effort in my little game, I will forever be so flattered 🥹💖💗

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This is just a little piece written as a sort of follow up to The Light of Hidden Flowers by @darsynia ~ a oneshot she wrote as a gift to cheer me up during a recent, very rough spell. It features Darsy's non-magical Stephen Strange Variant and a Variant of my OFC, Hope Collins (from my 'Friday in the Park with Stephen' & 14,000,604), who is very down on her luck.

Mayhap no one will read this except Darsy and me, but I'm happy to be able to post anything at all, caught in the grip as I am, of a nearly year long writer's block. But if you do, I hope you'll enjoy it dear Reader...and perhaps check out Darcy's one shot (as well as he other amazing works!)...and maybe even give me some much needed encouragement by reblogging this.

genre: Soulmate AU, Stephen Strange AU (where he's still a surgeon), Stephen Strange x OFC

general audience

angst, tw: homelessness

word count: 1.6k

Hope sleeps.

Hours upon hours of untroubled, restorative sleep. Such a pale waif, she was--but for the dark circles rimming her eyes--looking so small beneath the downy counterpane, with her head sunk snuggly into a pillow so long out of use that Stephen can’t recall the last time someone slept there. She barely moves throughout her slumber; he sneaks a cautious peek on her several times as night transitions to dawn, transitions to day, surprised that in between, his own sleep is the most restful he’s had in months. Perhaps that’s his mind’s way of compartmentalizing the surreal experience of being confronted by an impossible other self. He hears the toilet flush twice during that span, but she moves on silent, stockinged feet right back to the cozy coccoon of his guestroom bed. Besides which, he wouldn’t dream of disturbing his guest--the doctor in him knowing this was the first, best medicine he could offer her. And the man he was feeling that the other Doctor Strange had charged him with a sacred duty, no matter how improbable that had to be.

“I’m, uh...Stephen, by the way,” he had offered quietly, once the golden ring behind them had fizzled closed.

She nodded, already half-asleep still on her feet, blinking her woebegone eyes. It had been too dark to tell their color, but he guessed that with her pale skin and the thick, light auburn, braid hanging down from her knit cap, that they were some shade of blue. “Hope,” she replied in a voice husked with exhaustion, “Thank you for your...” Her brow had furrowed a moment as she searched for the right word, and in a single heartbeat, Stephen felt a sudden fondness take root in his chest at the quietly endearing picture she made. “...hospitality.”

He had opened his mouth, meaning to speak the proper platitude for the moment--my pleasure--but realized there should be more than just a polite nicety to this first interaction between them. “I’m happy to help.” And he found that he truly was, broken sleep and brief adventure in freezing temperatures notwithstanding. “Please, make yourself as comfortable as you can,” he urged her gently. Hope had bit her lip and bowed her head as aknowledgement, and it had felt to Stephen as though she only refrained from answering so to keep herself from breaking into tears. That silent nobility summoned a sympathetic ache on her behalf, to join the sudden fondness in his chest.

“Here, let me take this,” he had told her, prompting her to surrender the blanket wrapped about her. When she unbuttoned her hooded, wool coat (she would tell him later it was secondhand, from a local church’s St.Vincent DePaul Society), he was quick to circle behind her to help her shrug it off. This close, he could feel her shiver, and he had to fight the impulse to wrap her up in a comforting embrace. It would do nothing to allay her skittishness and would probably send her bolting away from him instead, as quickly as she was able. Stephen backed away and laid her things on the bottom of the bed.

Hope turned to him and he was swift to fill in the gap. “I can fix you something to eat if you're hungry, or at least something hot to drink to help you warm up...”

She braved meeting his eyes, clearing her throat before she spoke. “If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, I’d love some orange juice. I, um...I can’t remember the last time I had some.”

“Sure,” he nodded, “Right away. And how about a little snack or something?”

She gave him a brave little smile, “Nah. The juice will be enough for now. If you have some.”

“Alright,” Stephen answered with his own small smile, then moved past her to open the bathroom door to flick on the light, leaving the door ajar enough to spill a wedge of warm light across the floor. “You can wash up, if you wish. There’s plenty of towels, and a whirlpool tub. Bathroom connects on the other side with the master bedroom.”

“Thanks. Um...if it’s alright, I’d like to lay down right now. You can’t imagine how the body craves laying down when you haven’t had the chance in...well, in days and days...” Though her voice cracked on the last few words, Hope held his gaze without flinching. "I'm just so incredibly...weary. And that bed looks really inviting..."

“I’m sure it does,” he replied softly. “Please...make yourself at home, Hope. And I’ll go grab that juice for you.” Stephen paused a moment, until she acknowledged him with a bob of her head, before he departed on his errand.

Before the juice, though, he had stopped to get something comfortable for her to change into, from his dresser. Neither he nor his other self, had even thought to grab some of Hope’s personal belongings before ending up in his apartment. Stephen supposed they’d need to retrieve some items at some point the next day. That other him had advised a week’s stay--not only for Hope’s sake, but for his own. Plus, they’d eventually need to move her car to his second space in the building’s parking garage.

He returned to find Hope had propped a couple of pillows against the headboard, having slipped beneath the covers. She had taken the care of folding what looked to be a couple layers of clothing, and left them (along with her coat, blanket, and knit cap) in a neat pile on the chaise at the foot of the bed. She wore a simple, white camisole, trimmed in a thin band of lace across the swell of her breasts. It would have been rude to let his eyes linger, but by the light from the bathroom, Stephen had enough time to notice the light freckling along and beneath her collarbone echoed the pretty spray of freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks. How...fetching, he had thought, wondering that such a rarely used word had popped into his mind.

Setting the orange juice on the bedside table, Stephen added a chocolate chip muffin that he’d hastily swathed in plastic wrap, a fresh washed apple, and a banana. “Just in case you wake up feeling peckish,” he told her, then placed the small bundle of clothes he’d grabbed from his room, next to her own on the chaise. “It’s just a tee shirt and some flannel pajama bottoms--they cinch at the waist, so they shouldn’t fall off--but they’ll be a little long for you. Oh, and an old hoodie of mine.” It was, in fact, his well worn, favorite Columbia hoodie; he hadn’t hesitated in including it, for it somehow made his proffer of help more personal. More sincere.

Hope’s tired eyes were warm with gratitude while she did her best to stifle a yawn. “If there’s anything more you need, please don’t hesitate to ask. I’m a pretty light sleeper," he told her, "and I’ll just be on the other side of the bathroom door...” Stephen shrugged as he trailed off, hoping he had done enough to put the woman at ease.

“Thank you for your kindness, Stephen. You’ve already done far more than most people might’ve. Easpecially given the...extraordinary...circumstances...”

He chuckled, despite the gravity of the moment. “Extraordinary beyond belief...”

“I know, right,” she almost giggled, so that he wondered how long it had been since Hope had enjoyed the opportunity to laugh. “I keep pinching myself to test if this is all real.”

“Yeah, me too,” he admitted, “And if not, it’s the trippiest dream I’ve ever had.”

“Yeah, me too,” she repeated, then gave a little shiver.

“Hey, you okay?” Concerned, Stephen dared to perch on the edge of the bed beside her, slipping back into physician mode, but stopping short of the urge to lay his hand against her forehead, as she might find that act as being too familiar. “Are you having chills? Do you feel feverish?”

Shaking her head, Hope tugged the blanket a bit higher, “No...no, I’m fine. Just really tired and...and truthfully?” The corners of her mouth framed a wee smile, “Most of me still thinks I’m dreaming...or hallucinating...” Her eyes seemed to plead with Stephen to give her some assurance she was wrong. “But right now, I have no will except to let whatever this is, just sweep me along.”

And that was enough for him. Stephen did touch her, as much for himself as to answer her concern. Just his hand against her cheek, his voice gone low, and as soft as her flesh. “Hope...do you remember a dream, ever in your life, with warmth this real?”

"Never. Not ever." Hope closed her eyes, exhaling the quietest little sigh of relief as she parted her lips and nestled her cheek against his palm. They seemed to freeze in place that way, while a thousand thoughts swirled through Stephen’s mind, not the least of which was wondering how such a sweet soul--for already, she felt as such to him--could have come to such desperate straits.

By the time he lowered his hand, Hope’s breathing had slowed to that of a sleeper’s, but he waited a minute more before rising from the bed, so as not to jostle her awake. Tomorrow would do for pondering the slew of questions they must have in common regarding the unbelievable visitation from a stranger-not-stranger, whose force of will had somehow bound their fates together, for at least a little while.

If you read the whole piece through, thank you most kindly!💙 If you reblog, you'll truly make my day!!🥰

Hope is homeless in this fiction, as I have been since July 2022--a condition I had never imagined for her or for myself. I've been blessed to get through this long, difficult, and very enlightening journey with much help from friends here on tumblr. And I am ever hopeful to finally find a permanent home, especially lately, as I've been having to sleep in my car more and more often--which has been detrimental to my health. Perhaps by the time I can write a happy ending for this version of Hope & Stephen, I may find a better ending of my own!

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