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dreamisols · 7 months

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｡⋆.luxiem + the things they do for love

—headcanons for how the boys show their love for you in their own little ways —fluff, gn! reader, i dumped this all in one night, update i finally proofread it!, the boys are their personas in the fic, i'm not including a certain someone out of respect :(, please remember that fiction is not equal to reality, always respect the livers! —rimi's ramble: i've always wanted to write for niji (T v T) i'll write for other fandoms too soon!

shu yamino

... entertains you with little light shows

if the people from shu's past life saw him now, he's sure that they would've had a whiplash

the sorcerer admits that he's handled his fair share of deadly curses, especially back in his prime. the delicate fingers brushing through your hair as you lay peacefully on his lap were the same fingers that conjured nightmarish realities towards those who truly deserved his wrath

does he still know all of these curses now? obviously.

can he still cast them as proficiently as before? absolutely.

shu simply chooses not to, so really, he wouldn't blame the people for whatever presumptions and thoughts they would've had about him. he's a man with a notable reputation—though good-natured, still fearful in his own right

his mind drifts along with daydreams as he continues combing through your hair, amused while imagining the terror on their faces upon seeing you so casually sprawled on his lap. no care whatsoever of the fact you're dating a sorcerer, because you trust that you can be vulnerable around your beloved shu

it was a nice change of pace. you're a nice change of pace.

your soft whine breaks shu from his daydream and he can't help but chuckle at the sound. it sounds irritated, but still playful and light. his eyes meet yours when you blink up and speak in a confused daze, "why'd you stop?"

in response, he sends you his signature cheeky grin, "you're gonna grow spoiled if i continue," he jokes, booping your nose "i also wanna show you something."

mumbling a few things under his breath, shu's hands gracefully draw shapes in the air. immediately, a humble array of beautiful sparkling lights and mythical looking creatures dance around the both of you. your mouth gapes in awe, looking at the fantastical sky

"it's a little thing i learned," the sorcerer perks up, adjusting from where he's seated so your back's leaning on his chest. a perfect view to gauge your response. "it's one of the few spells i know that doesn't hurt others. is it nice?"

you nod, still not looking away from the view, "nice? shu, this is breathtaking. i love it"

he leaves a small kiss on your temple, and you feel the smile on his lips as he murmurs a quiet thank you

shu hopes you never find out that he's spent a good chunk of his time learning that spell for you because he knew it would make you smile. and he definitely hopes you never find out that he's willing to do this over and over if it meant you two could always be like this. (that's a lie, he really wants you to know)

ike eveland

... immortalizes you in his work

to say your lover is currently inspired is an understatement

you were convinced that all nine muses had suddenly bestowed gift after gift to him, because you've never seen ike create works at such a speedy rate. he reminds you of a cat overwhelmed with the amount of treats and toys around him, because he keeps on alternating between one thing and the other

though you support your lover's endeavors and encourage him to work to his heart's content, you couldn't help the concern that washes over you when you register the amount of work he has on his plate

now you stand before his room with a mission in mind: make him take a break

maybe also grabbing an opportunity to take a little peek at the content of his works....

you march up with a tray of snacks and a drink in hand, "ike," you call out softly as you shut the door behind you, "i've got some snacks for you"

the novelist perks up at the sound of your voice and immediately turns to face you with a smile

"hello darling," he greets you softly, melodiously, while making quick steps towards you. ike kisses you as gently as he speaks to you, before he flashes an appreciative smile at the sight of your little gift "you really shouldn't have, thank you"

"you need to take a break too, you know" you're quick to comment as you trail after him while he carries the food to his desk. the novelist just hums and nods, and you get the lingering sense that what you said entered one ear and went out the other

you don't even hide the sigh upon noting all the papers scattered around his desk, "i'm serious, ike.." judging by the unfinished thoughts and abruptly cut paragraphs, it seemed like they were all unfinished drafts. "what's gotten you so worked up anyways?"

"you."

it's like he's stating an obvious fact. he replies so quickly and so casually, so unlike the deep thinker you're used to.

you stare at him shocked, while he reaches out to grab some of the said sheets of paper

"i was initially just going to write a cute romantic letter for you, but in the process of writing it, i realized i could somewhat incorporate everything that i feel for you into my actual working project. so i paused in writing the letter and went to writing my draft."

he grabs another few pages from a different pile, and dramatically continues, "but then the more i was thinking of how i felt for you, the more i thought about you in general. you and your pretty self, you'll be the death of me."

"then i realized that if i suddenly started writing about you in that draft, it wouldn't make sense, so i made a new draft just for that."

ike sighs, looking at you with a small pout, "now you can see how it became a cycle from there. really, if anything, you're..." he stops mid-thought, looking straight into your bewildered eyes. you're sure you look like a flustered mess, but you catch the way his eyes carefully map your entire face in adoration as his hand blindly reaches for his notepad

"hang on, i need to hold that thought. i'm getting an idea for yet another work."

luca kaneshiro

... has a whole folder in his notes app dedicated to you

the life of a mafia boss is no joke, you could practically imagine how hectic the day-to-day workload must be

despite your knowledge about luca's line of work, your sweet lover refuses to ever expose you to such ministries underground. he'd indulge you with scraps of information, sure; and the people under him all recognize (and adore) you, yes. but that's just as far as you're gonna get! he doesn't want to risk your safety, and you're beyond grateful for that

but imagination does wonders in filling up for whatever information you're lacking, and you pride yourself with how much your brain's able to conjure on what luca could possibly be doing (though you believe you need to tone down with the gruesome details)

one thing's for certain, there is a lot of things going on in the underworld. a lot of stressful things that leaves even your beloved sunshine of a boyfriend frustrated

his preferred method of blowing off steam? ranting to you

you really don't mind whenever he does since he'd always ask whether you're fine with him talking about it or not, and even with your consent, he really tries to keep everything to a minimum for you. still, that doesn't stop you from empathizing with the struggles and frustrations that come along with his line of work

"i'm really gonna make it up to you, okay?" luca mumbles into the crook of your shoulder, his arms securely wrapped around your frame. you just hummed and kissed his cheek, hugging him back

you regret not taking his words much more seriously

"mister luca kaneshiro, what on earth is this?"

you desperately wish the content of this clipboard was all a joke, or probably something you misread. but judging from the way he giggles like an excited child (which fits the charming grin on his face), you don't think there was a mistake at all

"i said i'm gonna make it up to you! remember?" he chirped before kissing all around your face "we're gonna start with this!"

you blink dumbly at him, "luca... this is a whole week's worth of high class things"

his grin falters and he looks at you with a quizzical stare "wait, does that mean i forgot to print out next week's cruise trip there?"

sometimes you want to take his brain and study it under a microscope.

for a good chunk of time, you scolded luca with how careless and hasty he is with spending, especially when it comes to spoiling you. he retaliates with whines of his own as he childishly pouts and points at the agenda he made for the both of you

"but you said you've always wanted to visit this pop-up cafe since the collab featured is one of your favorite shows! and since you wanna go, then i wanna go too! it even has your preferred drink on the menu, see?"

at some point you tuned out his nonstop rambling, especially when the contents on the clipboard caught your attention. you're quick to realize the entire week's plans are fit exactly to your tastes. all the places and activities are more or less suited to your preferences, and you couldn't help but inwardly applaud luca's attention to detail (he even placed the preferred time according to convenience and comfort)

you don't realize that luca's stopped his persuading rambles when he caught you studying the paper. immediately, a proud grin etches on his face at your astounded look and he puffs his chest in pride,

"i take note of aaalll the things you like and tell me about, y'know? what kind of boyfriend would i be if i didn't know whether- i dunno- my lover would prefer their coffee iced or hot? or, trick question: if they even like coffee at all?"

upon seeing your poorly-concealed smile, he beams a smile of his own and kisses the corner of your lips, "just allow me to spoil you and show you my love, yeah?"

vox akuma

... makes a promise ring

"red really does suit you, darling"

vox chuckles when he sees you visibly shiver from the sheer intimacy of his actions. he can't blame you though, not when he's looking at you so affectionately as he gently plays with your hand

one by one, he leaves trails of kisses on your fingers. his lips trailing and mapping each and every area as if he was worshiping you. it feels light and dreamy, the way he's showering you in affection, you really can't help the way your heart swells

the demon is truly a man of his word, an ironic statement you've come to realize given how long you've been dating him. where in stories demons are usually depicted as deceitful beings, the one standing before you is nothing but sincere

he had always been someone who emphasizes the importance of promises, and with his background, you've come to understand why

it's in his principle that promises are meant to be taken seriously. they require mutual trust and a deeper sense of connection between the individuals after all. for instance, when you broke down and told vox all your troubles one time, he wrapped you in his wine colored coat and held you to his chest. you can hear the silent oath he made to always be there for you like you were there for him

but some promises between you two are more silly. like the time he accidentally ate the remaining dessert in the fridge despite you clearly stating over and over again how it was yours. the poor man had to endure your glares and pouts through fits of amused laughter. he finally gave in when he realized you'd playfully dodge his kisses, and made a lighthearted promise to not touch whatever food you said is yours and even compensate by cooking for you that night (the food was divine)

other times, it would sometimes come in the form of affection. simple and direct to the point, but as effective as ever. if he ever had to run late due to some errands or because he's meeting up with his friends, he'll always let you know prior with a gentle kiss on your forehead. a silent way of saying that the moment he's done, he's rushing home to nobody but you

vox really is a man of his word

the ring fitting snuggly around your finger is yet another form of his vows

the red jewel glimmers and winks at you, a lustrous ruby shade strikingly similar to the shade of red your beloved voice demon loves to parade around in.. and the fact that the both of you are wearing similar rings is surely bound to have heads turning to your direction.

you're snapped out of your trance when you feel vox playing with the cool metal wrapped snuggly on your finger. instead of a smug smirk or a devilish grin, his lips are formed into the smallest of smiles. a soft and content smile. he looks at the ring like it's the one thing that genuinely makes him happy, and you understand why

vox gave you a ring not because he wants to own you, but because he trusts you'll never break his greatest oath

"promise you'll take care of it?" he asks, guiding your hand to rest where his heart is—his greatest and most vulnerable vow

"i promise"

likes and reblogs are appreciated, but please don’t copy or repost my work! [edited and proofread: 110623]

#🎐rimi.works #💌.nijisanji #nijisanji #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji en #nijisanji en x reader #luxiem #luxiem x reader #shu yamino #shu yamino x reader #ike eveland #ike eveland x reader #luca kaneshiro #luca kaneshiro x reader #vox akuma #vox akuma x reader #no proofread and speedy work again :(

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elliesmainhoe · 1 year

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ellie x taller!reader?? i feel like she’d be so blushy if i gave her a forehead kiss or something snsbshsv

Ellie Williams Headcanons: Taller!Reader

So cuteeee

It's not difficult to be taller than Ellie (shes around 5'4/5'5)

And she LOVES a taller woman

Giving her forehead and nose smooches 🥰

She's smitten<33

So so so SO easy to fluster.

Standing next to her, towering over her? Blushy.

Booping her on the nose? Flustered.

If your quite a lot taller than her, and her face is at the same level as your boobs?

Motorboats. All. The. Time.

Calls you mommy

Literally embodies the Hey Mama's lesbian trope when it comes to you.

I just have this imagery of you two dancing to the radio in the middle of the night, dressed in pyjamas spinning on the kitchen tiles under the fridges light.

Goddddd u two are so goals 😭

Is your biggest hype woman.

You feel insecure about your height? She is hyping you tf up.

If her overwhelming compliments and flattery doesn't help then her getting on her knees certainly does ;)

She gets so frustrated sometimes-

She's trying to act all tough and masc but she can't reach the top shelf.

You just swoop in and giggle at her, giving her whatever she was on her tiptoes for.

So sweet.

Has your contact name as 'my goddess'

Corny asf ik 💀

But she is unashamed-let this hopeless/whipped lesbian Simp for her girlfriend in peace ✌️

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This is such a good prompt thank you for the request anon!!!

Taglist: @aunslie @lonelyfooryouonly @eywaskisses @daryldixonh0e @kittynnie @lovelyyevelyn @randomhoex @moonlightdivine @haerinwho @mufflaa @mial1l @sarahsmileslikesarahd0esntcare @moonlighting87 @escaping-reality8 @magicalfreakcowboylawyer @hejdevkdbdjsd @dergy @half-of-a-gay @ellieismami @cyberlainn @gollumsmygel @sseorii @kyleeservopoulos @taloulalila @ellieluhme @kiiyoooo @delusionalvioleht @joelscharm @hi2647 @gumdropkoo @coffeeandbookskeepmealive @womaniza @namgification @kimiisims-blog @tayyyystan @abigaillovestoread @whoreshores @kylieeluvstlou @knowitsforthebetterr @endureher @erikaar @lanasluverr @sayah13 @ilovebufflesbians @srryhoneyy @222fine444u @jade1212 @frogtits1

NOT PROOFREAD

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seelestia · 1 month

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who are a few mutuals that you appreciate alot? mutual appreciation day 🥰❤️😊🤩💐✨

OOOO FUNFUNFUN!!! thank u so much for sending this in and for essentially spreading positivity, nonnie. this is appreciated ♡ also, instead of strictly moots, i decided to extend my appreciation to everyone! moots, anons, friends and readers alike ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

some odeliaesqué sappy appreciation under the cut:

@yvnaology - one of my fav facts abt yona was that she's one of the first moots i ever had on tumblr!!! and she's a lyney kisser and a fellow aventurine kisser (#taste). also she's so silly (/aff) and easy to talk to! like u'll feel at ease around her. she deserves good great and awesome things in life, so make sure to water ur yona daily with love <3

@solarisfortuneia - mika wished me congrats when i reached 1k and i still remember it till this day <3 she's friendly in a shy/modest way and suchsuchsuch a good writer! e.g. i cry over this every day actually. mika also has her silly moments sometimes too. someone save her /j

@floraldresvi - simply the sweetest & most supportive moot EVER! vivi is full of love and she's good at giving some of that love to others <3 her selfships are like bottles of serotonin to me. 100% would drop anything and everything in my hands to support her!!! and ik she'd do the same for me <3 mwah mwah 💐💐

@monicahar - the moot who comes online once in a while and drops absolute meals when she does. ate, left no crumbs 🔥🔥 also SUPER FUNNY!!! and unhinged, i'm concerned but amused at the same time. i hope she's having a nice break!! thank u for ur past & future services ma'am. we love u 🤭🤭

@milk-violet - MIREI !!! sunshine personified but also vv precious. i'm the leader of # protecc mirei squad (real). best person to have ever appeared in my notifs and i lovelovelove when her username pops up. take care & good luck with school! IK U CAN DO IT. remember what i said: slay before ur slayed 🗣️

@xianyoon - the butterfly moot 🦋 !!! both socially and aesthetically hehe. sosooso sweet & kind. has creative projects and executes them well at that too. i personally crown her as genshinblr's best hostess™! also, send her a moodboard and she'll cherish u forever - that's one of her love languages <3 ++ her pretty & aesthetic rb's are such a good refresh for my dash. love her for it!!

@hermosacolibri - the name, 'starlight' fits them sm bcs i feel like if we were to take a peek into their mind, stars will burst out!!! /pos (<- unique complimenting skills ik pardon me). their ideas are brilliant and i can tell they put their all into pursuing their vision <3 it's truly an honor to be a witness & reader. if u want to check them out, they write over at @/starlightlacrimosazpsff !!! ★

@wolfhookk - aaaaa ri !!!! booping her x1000 rn bcs i cannot believe boop trend ended when she came online. the discrimination 😔 /j i'll always remember ri as my first ever moot on here like first, 1st, #1!!! i forever thank her for swooping into my inbox back then and she's welcome to do that even now any time she likes <3

@kaiserkisser - skylia is the true angst consumer, the realest of it!! even in different fandoms LOL. she's nice (and gremlin-ish) when u get to know her more and she reciprocates energy really well! i'll never forget the disaster of boops in my notifs /lh

@callilouv - COOL MUTUAL ALERT !!!! cool art & cool interests. truly, picasso w/ the finger and fandoms!! idk if cal still draws with his finger dhjahshsj but still vv mega cool!

@manager-of-the-pudding-bank - the grandpas & old men kisser where art thou 💔 /j loqua has that awkward & silly rizz!!! idk if she still does wax stamps but i still think it's really cool. bcs qua's just cool in general !!! hehe

@calxlu - aaaaa vi!!! the one who enables my rambles and selfships shhshsh i am so thankful <3 rambler 🤝 rambler is the best. i love talking to her and it's super reassuring to know that it's mutual! even if i take some time but i always look forward to seeing her replies in my inbox. it's like we're penpals across the screen talking abt irl stuff and our f/o's ꒰✿´ ꒳ ` ꒱♡

& honorable mention: @/zhongrin. rin does not interact with minors anymore (which i respect and so should everyone!), so we count as former moots. but !!! i still think she's an amazing person regardless <3 (note: her blog is equally as great but plsplspls be mindful of her rules beforehand.)

brainrot anon - A REAL ONE!!! always there when i come back from the grave each time. i get reminded of them whenever i look at my inbox, it's an instinct atp. their brainrots are so fun & random (but that's a charm in itself /pos) !!! tbh i love elaborating them all so never stop sending the brainworms in <3 feel free to treat my inbox as a drop-off for ur thoughts LMAO /gen. come by again soon!

michiki anon - MY COUSINNNMNMN!!! i still love and miss when they'd come into my inbox to chat. it was so nice getting to know someone in a casual way <3 i hope ur doing well wherever u are, michikinon! i'm doing well these days and i hope u are too 🤍

rix anon - their series still has me FLOOOORED. i still think it deserves a proper platform than just thru my lil ol inbox. it deserves more recognition :( but just the fact that i got to help share their writing alone is an honor of its own!!! i hope ur doing well too, rix anon <3

++ everyone who has left a nice feedback / said anything nice in my notifs or my inbox!! even a simple 'cute' or 'this is good' or even just leaving a note means sososo much to me. i'm just a measly guy in my own little corner on this site, really - so thank u thank u thank u all !!! 🫂

#SORRY FOR THE PINGS Y'ALL 😵#this is giving 'end-of-the-year post' energy LOL (it's literally the end of april)#but yes why not <33 #ask box! 📬#anon visitors!

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simp999 · 5 months

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LITTLE FRI-IEND!!!

Proto x Lil/NV! Reader Drabble

Wc: 0.7k

A/N: Sorry I was gone for so long I had to take a shower. Gotta go walk my fish now bye ya'll

A/N 2: @physically-bloody-medibot my beloved. He

Taglist: @medibot-truther

Masterlist

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You didn't have time to react when your door suddenly opened, and you saw that all-too familiar adorable smile in your doorway.

He waved with both hands, forgetting to ask if he was even allowed to enter- not that it was an issue anyway.

You absentmindedly attempted to cover your face with the soft sleeve of your massive cloud-like hoodie.

Proto slightly tilted his head. Something seemed different. He liked it, but he couldn't put a finger on it. You sure looked cozy, though! And maybe a little nervous? You seemed your melt into your blankets and plushies that surrounded you as he cautiously approached, but it only made you look even cozier.

Now that he was right next to your bed, all he could do now was bend down to your height. Still wearing that ever-curious expression, right up until he brought up his hand to approach your face and- boop! He jumped back a bit just as you did, the sound of his antenna wagging becoming a noticeable noise.

He wasn't sure whether big noises were welcome, so he opted to keep his voice as hushed as he could (-which wasn't very, but he's doing his best.)

[IS FRI-IEND DOING OKAY?]

His tone seemed much more happy than worried, and his expression only softened when you snuggled farther into your hoodie as you nodded.

He examined the empty space beside you, silently asking if you'd like him to join you. You shuffled over just enough for him to sit before shuffling right back, reluctantly allowing your head to drop onto his shoulder. He allowed himself to relax it a bit, letting you get more comfortable. He rested his head on yours gently, enjoying the time spent with you.

His warmth was much enjoyed, and the ||blood softly boiling|| in him sounded much like purring. You'd never noticed it before.

You began to toy with the hem of his labcoat out of boredom, and that's when he remembered an earlier encounter that day.

[WOULD FRIEND LI-IKE TO HEAR ABOUT A BUG I FOU-UND?!]

You softly nodded, and it seemed he didn't mind your silence as it was a comfortable one. He was about to fill it quickly enough anyway. He began to ramble about this bug he 'made friends with' earlier. He attempted to describe it, though it sounded like nothing you've ever seen before. Either you were tired, or he was horrible at describing it- but that's okay; you appreciated his little story nonetheless. He gently moved his hands around as he spoke to exaggerate his movements, only remembering not to be too dynamic since you were still resting on him at times.

He noticed far too late that his labcoat now wasn't being toyed with but simply held, as well of the lack of response to his stories.

He tilted his head again towards you in admiration, enjoying how cute and comfortable you seemed to be. He hoped you were having nice dreams. Ones filled with cotton candy and lollipops! And maybe him if he was lucky?

He went to tug the blanket that was draped over you a little higher before resting his hand next to yours. He was surprised to feel your little fingers wrapped around his. You absentmindedly snuggled closer, and a warm smile grazed your features. Aww, maybe you really were dreaming of him?

It took a lot for him to not begin swaying or wiggling around too much out of excitement, but if you were awake, you'd surely notice the artificial purring growing louder along with the wag of his antenna.

He gently nuzzled his face into your hair once he had finally managed to calm himself a little. He held your tiny hands in his, smiling to himself.

Maybe you two could hang out more like this tomorrow? Proto liked this; he knew that much.

You almost seemed like..

A little kid?

Yeah, this makes him feel even warmer. That's a good thing!

You make him happy. He's so glad to call you his closest friend.

He turns his head to plan a small kiss (? Nuzzle- he's trying his best.) to your hair before getting ready to stay like that for the night.

[NINI, MEIN SCHATZ!]

Jan.5.24

#fanfic #x reader #tf2 #team fortress 2 #team fortress two #team fortress #tf2 x reader #tf2 x you #team fortress 2 x reader #proto #medibot #proto x reader #platonic #platonic fic #drabble #nonverbal reader #agere #sfw agere

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dapper-zappa · 9 months

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Ttg pav x indo!reader RIL 🗣🔥 he would love indo culture fr ‼️🙏

Pavitr Prabakhar x Indonesian!Reader HCs!

Pairing: Pavitr Prabakhar x G/N!Indonesian!Reader

A/N: My Indonesian ass is crying bc I barely see Indo!Reader fics so I’ll just write it myself and the last time I read one with an Indo!Reader is one with Namor 😭 ALSO I FEEL LIKE AN IDIOT FOR BEING AN INDO WHO BARELY WATCHES INDO ROMANTIC MOVIES HDUSIHBFRJGHTFG

Ik I said that I don't take requests atm but anon, thanks a lot for the inspo so I'll just dump out my HCs here and I'm writing this from my own experience as an Indonesian living in Indonesia so hai buat kalian para pembaca fanfic yg sesama Indo!!! (hi to my fellow Indo fanfic readers!!!)

I just know for sure that Pav, no matter what would try to get to know your culture when you guys first met.

Let's just say that you moved to Mumbattan from your hometown, and for your information, Indonesia's diverse in a lot of aspects, like religion, ethnic groups and culture, traditions, and all that!

Generally we speak in Bahasa Indonesia here as it's considered to be the main language, but in many areas of my country, there tend to be dialects exclusive to that zone like the Javanese dialect or Sundanese dialect. So if Pav wants to learn your language, I'd say he'd lean into the main language spoken by Indo people here BEHEHHEHEHEH

Usually we Indonesians are pretty close to our families and lemme tell you, I feel like your parents would absolutely love Pav once they get to know him more and think he's such a great partner for you.

Yes he might not be the best at speaking it but HE'S TRYING OK 🥺?? AND HE'S ONLY LEARNING ABT IT

Oh my fucking god. Pav would rock a batik shirt or sarong (worn over a basic tee bc he tried to try it himself during one of his visits to your place) so well.

"Oh my godness, Pav, I- You look good in it!"

"Do you think so? I hope you're not mad at me for snooping in your wardrobe-"

"Are you kidding? Honestly, I think batik suits you so much and I'd love it if you wear them more often."

Bam, you've just combusted because your boyfriend managed to look so damn good in the traditional cloth and he fell in love with you more for liking how good he looked in it!

Don't even start on how many traditional food your country have. And I personally imagine Pav to be a bit of a foodie kind of guy so he'd absolutely love to try your traditional food.

Now here's the fun part. Chai time AND trying your traditional food that your mom had cooked or bought! Ofc you'd also enjoy chai time hehe

Stray cats living in places in my country are pretty common so you and Pav would def bond over petting stray animals in the street! (Tho if you're a Muslim like me, just wanna say that you can still touch dogs but we Muslims usually try to avoid contact with their saliva because dog saliva is considered impure so we must purify ourselves by washing the area seven times, one of which must be done with soil)

Ok maybe to stay safe, let's just say you've always found yourselves being attached to stray cats more than stray dogs even tho you find Pavitr's interactions with stray dogs to be SOO adorable. 🤣

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD YOU AND PAV SITTING SOMEWHERE AND THEN A BUNCH OF STRAY CATS APPROACH YOU BOTH

OR IF A PARTICULAR STRAY CAT KEPT COMING INTO YOUR HOUSE FOR FOOD RIGHT WHEN PAVITR'S VISITING

IT'S THE CUTEST SIGHT EVER BUT PAV THINKS YOU'RE WAY CUTER THAN ALL THOSE CATS

"Meri jaan, if anything, you're way cuter than all of these cats." he booped your nose.

Dude's just gonna be amazed at how diverse your country is, ngl. And the fact he's dating such a wonderful person ;)

Extra A/N: Dear anon and my fellow Indonesians, I hope I did this justice 🏃🏻‍♀️/gen

#smokey answers #smokey writes #atsv fic #atsv fanfic #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv #spider man atsv #spider man across the spider verse #pavitr prabakhar x you #pavitr prabakhar x reader #pavitr x you #pavitr x reader #indonesian!reader #headcanons

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southparkgang · 1 year

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☆CHAPTER 2 MEET THE GIANTS☆

"Aa-" at that moment kyle was about to scream but was stopped my a large finger pressed against his lips. "shhh calm down! Im friendly!!!" the gaint boy said giving kyle a deep and kind look. Kyle pushed with all his might to pry the fingers off him, but it only resulted with him tripping over his own feet whilst getting up and almost falling.

The giant grabbed kyle by his feet catching him. Kyles old green hat falling off into the giants hand , showing kyles big head of hair. Red like fire. Many people told him he shares a personality with his hair. Hot and short tempered, He took it as a complement. "woa i didnt realise humans were this easy to scare! Sorry" the giant let out a giggle and but kyle in a more comfortable possion by holding him but letting his hands free.

"Who are you????" "are you real?!?!" "is this a dream!!?" kyle screamed fear spred across his face. "umm lets me explain.." the giant sighed. "my name is stanley but call me stan for short. Im 15 Im a giant! And it seems you opened a portal to this relm turning you into a elf it seems!" stan said then smiling! ":)" (wtf am not an elf!?! Is this dude drunk ) "but im not an elf!! Im human and need to go home! My brother ike will be home soon"

"well it looks like your not getting out of here anytime soon lil-elf... Dont mean to alarm you but the portals gone and ur an elf so if you went back youd be taken and killed" "heh.." stan looked away kinda nervous for two reasons. (what will he say when he realises hes stuck here and i called him lil-elf!?! Urg stan your so stupid!!!!" stan then blushes looking back to find the tiny 2foot boy pulling back his hair and finding his pinky human ears were now most certainly pointy and big! "Oh god!! What the heck!?!" kyle cried out, his big ears flopping to show saddness.

Kyle was now looking around franticly for other elf like features. Finding a cute pink nose and red cheeks like apples. "hey! Its not all bad! Can you image what its like to be like 50+ ft tall!! It sucks!. And look i have ears like you so its not all bad! " stan give kyle hope he'd be ok.

Kyle slumped feeling weak. (Im so stupid.. Trying to open a portal becuase i was bored?! Now im stuck here and am a freaky elf!!!? Your useless kyle, now your family will worry about you... Happy birthday me..) stan saw kyle slump and finally let go. Holding him in the clasp of his hands. Kyle was now so overwhelmed with all this he cried. For first time in 6 years. It all came out like a fountain. Once it started it cant be stopped.. "hey! No no no it will be ok ! I promise!"

There is one way out... We must go though the dark ash forest on the other side of this kindom to find tolkien black. The great wizarding wizard! He can get you back to normal and sent you home in not time!. " " but it will take months... Are you sur-" "YES! I WANNA GO! ANYTHING IT TAKES !!!" kyle screamed tears falling of his cheeks and onto stans warm hands. Stan smiled putting his head close to kyles. Kyle leaned his head on stans nose. A little noise boop and it brough a smile to kyles face again. "(*´ ˘ `*)" stan cant help but blush.... "so we can go to my house for now and when its later we can start! Its that ok lil-elf?" "kyle." "what?" "my name is kyle btw, i forgot to tell you. Im kyle am also 15". Kyle said. "you can call me lil-elf if u like idm :)" "oh ok!" stan was to flusterd to talk, he gently took kyle and put him in his shirt pocket.

It was so warm. The perfect place to sleep. Dark,warm and kyle could only hear stans heart beat and his foot stepts. "you ready to go?" stan said. "mmmmph s-stan giant... B-bi-big man~" kyle was so tried from walking home in the human relm he could only murmer words and blush. Stan smiles and his pupils widened.

(my little elf and im his big giant <3)

☆(part 3 mabye laterrrr. If you cant tell i ship style >_<)☆

#south park #g/t #tiny south park #style south park

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trollsarecute · 11 months

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Can He Escape????

Creek: Hello Bronch.

Branch: I don't like it here! Please let me go!!

Creek: Mate, I'm afraid I cont do that......

Branch: I'M NOT GOING DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT DAMMIT!!!!

Creek: *looks down at him and looks him up and down and puts a sly smile on his face😏...mmhmm...Oh I'm sure someone at your age thas weak con bring down a 30 year old mon. *walks up and kneels down and in his face he says* but you con try little buddy....but, by the time the doie is over....you'll learn that I'm older, stronger.....and bigger😈😈😈so say what you wanna say, think what you wanna think, but your wittle weak botay is no moch for may mate. *smirks and boops his nose* BOOP!

Branch: ugggghhh *struggles* WARNING!!!!! THIS WILL BEING GOING DOWN HILL SO I'D BE PREPARED WHEN READING....YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.....

*stands up and leans in as if he was a wolf tryting to get to his pray while being held back by chains* I'LL FUCKING END YOU!!!!! DO YOU HEAR ME DAMMIT???!!! I'LL CAUSE YOU PAIN AND SUFFEREING LIKE YOUR CURETTNY DOING TO THIS CHILD!!!! THIS IS CALLED FUCKING CHILD ABUSE!!!!!! I WON'T LET YOU GET AWAY WITH IT!!!! *pulls hard at the chains hold him back and glares right into Creek as if he were a wolf himself*

Creek: *comes up to him like and gangster and stand there for a second before giving a really hard smack to the face then pinning him down harshly to the floor while glaring down to him* IF YOU ESCAPE!!!! *shakes him* I'LL FUCKING BEAT YOU UP!!!! EVEN WHEN YOU SCREAM OUT FOR MERCY!!!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND???????!!!!!!

Branch: *struggles* UGGGGHHH FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

Creek: *huffs and puffs and back hands smacks him harshly* DO YOU HEAR ME????!!!!!

Branch: *tries not to cry* DON'T HURT ME!!!! G-GET OFF OF ME!!!!!!!

Creek: *rips all the chains off of him and ties his legs and arms up and hair. then grabs a whip from his hair and slashes at him*

Branch: *struggling hard to escape on the floor and screams at every hit* AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH 😫😫😫!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Creek: *evily laughs* YOU NOW UNDERSTAND MATE!!!!!!! IK YOU DO!!!!

Branch: * breaks free and grabs the whip trying to yank it from him*

Creek: *gasps not seeing this coming and tries hard to pull and feels his strength* LET GOO!!!!! THIS WON'T END WELL!!!!!!!!!!!!

Branch: I DON'T LIKE BEING HIT!!!!!!!!

Creek: *yanks him over without warning and wraps one arm around him and the other holding his wrists and his hair curled up around his hair tightly*

Branch: *screams then squirms* LET GO OF ME!!!!! D-DON'T HURT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Creek: aww bronchie scared? Here I thought we'd be stronger then Creek.....

Branch: RRRGGGHH!!! STOP IT! LET ME GO!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!

Creek: *Where his hair is tied he breaks some lose but leaves the rest tying his hair up and the part that's broken uses it to tuck underneath his arms and holds him hostage then uses another hair an d ties his wrists together and trickles his hands down his waist as every single Falange dab his skin*

Branch: *fells his hand as his eyes widen and as it tickles him it causes him to move as he moves his waist from left to right and scream like a girl* no, no! NOOOOO!! LET MEEE GOO NOO *jumps as if he didn't want to touch the ground with his feet and whines a scream* NO, STOP!!!! L-LET GO OF ME!!!!!!!!!!!! *squirms and struggles hating it all and lets out a girl like screech* 😭😭😭😭*tries to push away*

Creek: *a smirk craws across his face as he lifts up his arms*

Branch: *panics* NO/!! NOOOOOO!!!!! PLEASE!! STOP!!

Creek: *does it faster this time but digging deeper*

Branch: *fights him as he grunts then slides down as his body starts to run out of energy as he keeps screaming and crying now stuck unable to moves. Trying to catch his breath* ....OKay...OKAY!!!!!!!......YOU WIN!!! YOU WIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST LET ME GO, STOP THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I.....I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *cries*

Creek: *doesn't stop* well, you put yourself in his position, now you can't move and now you gotta suffer.........

Branch: NO!! -I-I-MMMPH!!!!!

Creek: *taps mouth shut*

Branch: *muffles* MMPH MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! * pulls arms and kicks legs but doesn't get anywhere and sits there trying to figure out what to do as Creek keeps tickling him*

A few seconds later

Branch: *as he is still thinking a stench of something burning creeps up into his nose and sniffs the air as he confusingly looks around then looks down and eyes widen as he sees its Creek hair that's wrapped underneath his arm still and freaks out forgetting he's stuck and can barly move and licks the duck tap and it falls down past the fire and he screams* CREEK PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!!! LET ME GO PLASE!!!!!!! I'M-I'M-I'M- SORRY OKAY!!!! PLEASE LET ME GO!!!

Creek: *looks down at Branch then spots something and sees the fire as his eyes widen with fear and lets him go*

Branch: *rolls on the floor trying to get it off then it's gone* WHAT DID YOPU DO TO ME????????!!!!!!!!!! I'M A FUCKING KID!!!!!!!!!!! WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!???????????

Creek: *isa shocked on why he's accusing him for something like that* Bronch!! I never said I hated you!!!! and I didn't do that!!!!!! I don't now how it happened!!! I'm not going to accuse you, because whyt the fuck would you do that????!!!!!

Branch: *runs off but Creek grabs him*

Crek: we can go back to what we were doing if you want to??

Branch: *gasps at his grasp* LET ME GO!!!!!! LET ME GO NOW!!!!!!! IDK WHAT HAPPENED AND I'M NOT RISKING MY LIFE FOR IT!!!! SO GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!!!!!!!!!!!! *pulls to escape*

Creek: Bronch, I hear you mate. B7ut unfortunately I cont let you go...

Branch: *kicks him* I'm sorry don't beat me???!!! *runs and tries to unlock the door but realizes he doesn't have the keys but feels someone behind him then feels two habnd grabs his arms from behind as he gasps and tries to get away* NO PLEASE I I I I I I-!!!!!!

Creek: woe, woe ,woe!! mate, take it easy. I'm not going to hurt you.

Branch: I don't trust you.....please i i i i b-beg of you PLEAAASSSEEEEEEE!!!!!! *sobs*

Creek: *slowly leans in and kisses him*

Branch: *as he feels the sudden wet kiss his eyes pop opens his eyes and panics but tries not to remembering what he'll do to him so doesn't do it anything and lets him do as he stands there suffering*

Hi guys, feeling better today. I'm really tired, got little to no sleep last night due to someone doing the wrong so didn't get to bed til late at 2 something, didn't look at the clock. I got sunburnt from being out at Hershey from 9 to 8 and I think my scalp got some because my head is hurting, I got summer school tomorrow. I really not wanting to go, but sadly I do. Anyways, I hoped you liked it. This was a lot longer then usual. I'm proud of that.

anyways.. odios!!!!!!!!!!

#trolls #dreamworks #dreamworks trolls #creek #creek the creep #branch #creepo #trolls branch #branchifer #brancho

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an-organism · 4 months

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~ nearly end of feb albums i’ve liked so far this year bc this is basically mostly a music blog now anyway this is alphabetical ~

(also here's this post in playlist form yw)

allie x - girl with no face . 80s inspired dark-ish synthpop and banger after banger honestly ik some of yall will love this. try: staying power, black eye

chelsea wolfe - she reaches out to she reaches out to she . gothic atmospheric something-else-ic really really cool. kinda trip hop? idk i trust her with my life and it works and it rules i have it on repeat. try: place in the sun, tunnel lights

fallingwithscissors - the death and birth of an angel . sick as hell oh my god if u like screamy fast beep boop scary times. check it. try: (un)equivalent_exchange, atrophy:angel

friko - where we've been where we go from here . late-2000s discount arcade fire-y indie rock but more trembly vocals. rly rly addicting. try: where we've been, chemical

hoplites (?) - Παραμαινομένη . chinese and/or greek saxophone protest metal. don't totally know what's going on here but it sounds awesome. try: idk they're all in greek. the first one?

hurray for the riff raff - the past is still alive . yeehaw enjoyers! hello! great vocals super relaxing warm hug alt country. love. try: hawkmoon, colossus of roads

idles - tangk . fun dancey vibey not my absolute fav from them but it's some hits. it's def some hits. try: dancer, roy

ihsahn - ihsahn . aahhh i don't even know if i love love this but omg it's so fun. symphonic metal danny elfman energy with some weirdo fuckass screaming over it and is it good? what is good really. no question will get aux privileges taken away from u tho. try: twice born

nadine shah - filthy underneath . artsy pop rock something or other, really big sound super diverse instrumentally, super tight super cool. also sexy ass voice wtf. try: topless mother, french exit

quedeca - scrapyard . sadboi electro folk rap which is actually better and sweeter than it sounds. enjoyed against my will. try: texas blue, u tried that thing where ur human

#did some of these come out today #maybe but i've been busy ok #listening .

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chaos-proffesa · 1 year

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Ok so I'm bored and need a distraction sooo.... MORE HEADCA NONS WOO!!!

Also for this I'm doing miderasermic (kayama, aizawa and hizashi)

MHA over 18 only

Aizawa

Aizawa when sick I feel would contrary to alot of headcannons would be a cuddle bug and crave attention (alot of hc I see have him be stubborn and work through ut but this man is tired he needs rest) I feel like he would grab onto and attach himself to the closest person near him and not let go he wouldn't be whiney but like tired and upset

He would follow the others around and avoid working when sick so he dirsent spread it to the students

I feel like his sneezes would be restrianed like he'd stifle or try to keep them quiet by muffling them and they'd be messy when sick or having an allergy attack (usually in fits of 4-5)

Speaking of he's allergic to dust, feathers and bunnies I don't make the rules also cuz vibes.

Hizashi

When hizashi is sick I feel like he'd be the one to try and push through illness lots of sore throats and cough drops will be seen at his desk, insanely congested too like it's obvious he should be in bed but he's been stubborn and won't go home until he passes out or his fever spikes too far

Loud sneeze like ik its obviouse but voice quirk it's gotta be, they hurt his throat :(usually in fits of one or two)

He's allergic to animal fur and sensitive to spices

Kayama

Kayama just sleeps unlike aizawa who wants to but can't, she wants to be staying up and working from home but she just can't keep her eyes open, she's sensitive when sick both emotionally and physically one boop and she's gone for a muinite of build-ups, long build-ups she'd be sitting hitching for a solid muinite or two fanning at her face until aizawa or hizashi boop her or blow on her nose

Her sneeze is rapid, quick and alot like around 5-8 at a time more if it's induced or a bad allergy attack

She's allergic to dust,pollen and perfume

Also just for funzies

Aizawa doesent have the kink but indulges

Hizashi has the kink

Kayama diddnt at first but after indulging hizashi she started exploring it more.

#sneeze kink #sneeze thoughts #sneeze blog #snz #sneezeblr #sneeze scenario #induced sneezes

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honey-milk-depresso · 3 years

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Uh so ik i never request something,but just skip it if you want. Can i request the staff pick whoever u want bcs idk who i gonna pick 🥲 with the reader that get headpat gently by the staff for the first time? Like the reader hasn't got any physical touch. Cough cough Dad mode active Cough cough

eHeI couldn't do Trein and Ashton I'm SORRYY JHDGHJDGD ;-;;;;;

TWST Adult s/o gets pat for the first time

Dire Crowley

He's like a kid when he's around you.

He always love to cuddle you, and you honestly don't mind-

it's kind of cute-

Sometimes he transforms into his lil crow form and snuggle and nuzzle himself on your cheek.

One time though, you were in the middle of doing work, and Crowley stepped into your working space with loads of enthusiasm.

"Darling! I'm hereee!~" a clown in love-

He goes up to you, seeing you being really diligent with the task given to you and he chuckles softly.

"Alright, alright, hardworking as can be! I'll leave you be," he cooed as he pats your head lightly.

As he did so, he felt your body tense a bit, and he looks curiously at you, his yellow glowing eyes staring down at you. Then they widened.

Oh my god... you're blushing...

"I've... feels new to be pat..." you stuttered eyes diverting away from him.

*Crowley. exe has stopped working*

And he hugs you so much because OH MY GOD YOU'RE ADORABLEEEE!!!

"AWWW, S/OOOOO!!! YOU'RE JUST THE CUTESTTTT!!" <3

Divus Crewel

A lot more laidback with giving affectionate touches,

and he would like to head pat you!

So, he's got to experience the cute, "first time getting head patted" thing-

But also-

Please imagine Divus wearing some night gown robe, sitting by a fireplace as he asks you to come over and sit on his lap-

and he just allows you to lay on his chest with your back pressed against him, he places his chin on your shoulder and gently kisses them like- JHSGDHGDHD AHHHH-

OH MY GOD-

PLEASEEEE SIR-

When Divus head pat you when you were busy working away-

he was like, "I'll leave you be darling. Call me when you're ready, cuz I'll be making dinner."

He felt your froze and your blood shooting up to a hot degree from the top of your head.

"What's wrong, darling?"

"U-um... I just... I've never been... pat like this before..."

Oh, now aren't you an adorable pup~

He chuckles lightly and lifts your chin up, smirking in amusement as your face douse in a deeper shade of red.

"How cute~" <3

Sam

He's like Crowley, just less crazy-

He loves to cuddle with you! And he teases you a lot while doing so. Nothing harmless, just pure fun and giggling!

Sam would also be the type to boop your nose, because he thinks it's cute.

And it is-

Sam was just doing his own thing as he watched you putting in a lot of focus in your work.

"Hey s/o! Whatcha doin'?"

"Still doing work."

"Ah, okay. I'll be fetching us dinner, alright? Stay tune!" he smiles, gently patting your head.

He felt your freeze under his touch, as he looks back at you.

"S/o?

"S-sorry... just... I didn't expect you to... do that..." you mumbled, a cheeky grin spread on his face when he saw you blushing.

Awwww~

That's so cuteeeeee~

He chuckles,

patting and ruffling your head even more in hopes to see you even more flustered.

"Well aren't you the cutest!" <3

Reblogs help! ^^

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padfootastic · 2 years

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okay so ik @impishtubist’s sirius & harry saturday has already turned into sad sirius sunday and i’m v late but i’m stubbornly posting this still (does the little bit of grief in between count for the latter?) set in my kiddie harry universe. sirius as an overly attached, overprotective dad & harry as the cutest kid on earth.

The first time Harry asks to go to a friend’s house, Sirius damn near has a panic attack.

It’s not like he keeps the kid locked up like a prisoner, okay? Harry goes to a primary school—he’s made friends there and everything—and they have regular visits out into the muggle world,, along with the occasionally wixen day trips, preferably abroad because the English counterparts still treated Harry like a character out of a book rather than a human and that was the last thing he wanted for him.

It’s just that…all of those are supervised trips. Sirius is always there, and in the event that he’s not—like school—there’s people who’ve been thoroughly vetted and approved who are. So he’s a bit paranoid, sue him. It’s not like he doesn’t have good cause for it. Harry’s just a baby, couldn’t even protect himself yet, how was he supposed to be safe out there—all on his own?

So when he comes home from primary one day, bouncing excitedly on his feet, a piece of paper clutched in his chubby fist, Sirius has no reason to be concerned at first. He can only smile at the excited display in front of him.

“Whatcha got there, Harry?”

“Is an ivitashun!”

“A what?” Sirius blinks, looking closer at the paper.

“Ms. Kate said you call people with it.”

“Call…people…” Sirius mutters under his breath, trying to figure out where Harry was going. Sometimes his interpretation and the general meaning of a word was, well, vastly different, “Oh, an invitation!”

“That’s what I said, silly Siri,” Harry giggles, booping Sirius—who’d crouched down to his level—on the nose.

“Sure you did, baby.” Sirius runs an affectionate hand over his messy hair. “Where’s the party?”

“Emma’s house!”

Oh.

Emma’s house.

Sirius didn’t realise there was an actual party. He was under the, apparently mistaken, impression that it was a school event and they were making it a thing. To hear that it was at someone else’s house, no matter a classmate, was…jarring, to say the least.

“Is it her birthday, babe?”

“Uh huh! She’s turning six,” he says in a tone of wonder, the way kids do sometimes where they whisper things a little too loudly.

“Oh wow, that’s so cool,” he replies in the same tone. “Can I see the invitation, please, Harry?”

The paper is thrust in his face and Harry goes running out the living room, presumably in search of a snack. Sirius doesn’t pay it much attention, mind more focused on the ‘Your kid…Harry…is invited to Emma’s supercalifragilisticexpialidocious—‘ what in merlin’s underpants did that mean? ‘—sixth birthday bash! Bring yourself and a smile’ Well. That was appropriately cheesy for a kid’s invitation.

But, and this was important, it didn’t say anything about things of actual importance—like what was the security going to be like? How many people would be there? Was Sirius invited along with Harry and if he wasn’t, how rude would it be to just barge his way in and stay there? Because it wasn’t…he didn’t think he could just leave his kid like that, not in a way he hadn’t had a chance to thoroughly examine.

Okay, if Lily was here, she’d probably tell him he was being too ridiculous and this was just a kid’s party and you can let him go five feet away from you, Sirius but she wasn’t here, which means he can be as overprotective as he wants.

Step one, therefore, is finding out what the appropriate etiquette for these things is. A quick phone call to Moony — ‘My school wasn’t as posh as this, Padfoot, we just kicked each other around in the mud’ — that’s more unhelpful than not and another to Ms. Katherine where his eccentric upbringing excuse was still going strong, he has the information he needs. Parents weren’t just invited, but also expected, which calms one part of him down.

The next was to figure out what an appropriate gift for a to-be-six year old girl is. He decides that one is better left to the person in the house who actually knows said girl, so he goes looking for his wayward godson.

Finds him sprawled stomach-side down on the rug in the living room, rubbing his face back and forth across the soft fur lining. Sirius can’t help but smile at the sight- it was remarkably similar to how he’d nuzzle against Padfoot.

“Harry,” he says, lying down beside him.

“Mhm?” Harry’s eyes are closed and there’s a blissful expression on his face. Sirius, who has his face half mushed into the rug as well, gets it.

“What kind of a present do you want to get Emma?”

A blink and a pair of emerald eyes peek at him curiously. “Presents?”

“You know, gifts, because it’s her birthday. Remember how I got you the Quidditch set for yours this year? And you made me that pretty card we stuck on the cupboard?”

Harry’s mouth opens in a prolonged ‘O’ and he nods quickly. “I love the ‘ditch set, Siri.”

“I know,” Sirius tweaks his nose playfully, earning a high pitched squeal in return. “So, what do we want for Emma?”

An adorably thoughtful look takes over his godson’s face—eyebrows furrowed and lips pushed out in a pout. “She…likes…games?”

“Oh?” Sirius encourages. “What kind?”

“She’s real good at running. We play hide ‘n seek aaaall the time and no one can found her,” Harry says excitedly.

“No one can find her, baby,” Sirius corrects. “Is there anything else she’s good at? Running’s a hard one to find gifts for.”

“Hm,” Harry’s pout extends further outward as his brain works harder. “Soccer! She plays with us at lunch. Miss Sia, from the other class, she told her to come in yes’day, and then Emma said ‘no, I wanna play!’ and then Miss Sia got real ang’y ‘cause she don’ like girls playing outside—”

“Who told you that part, Harry?” Sirius leans in. (Is this what his life had come down to now? Inordinate interest in primary school shenanigans?)

“Robbie,” Harry answers with a firm nod. “He knows all the teachers ‘cause he lives in the school.”

“He lives in the school?” Sirius repeats, biting his lip to stifle the threatening laughter.

“Uh huh, with his mummy and daddy, they live in the up floor.”

“Right—So, uh, Robbie told you Miss Sia doesn’t like it when girls play outside?” Sirius tries to bring the conversation back on track, the residential situation of Robbie not a concern at the moment.

“Uh huh.”

“And then Miss Robbie asked Emma to come in when she was playing soccer with you guys?”

“Uh huh. But Emma din’ go ‘cause she wanted to kick the ball an’ it was her turn an’ it takes sooooo long to get the ball an’ if she went then it—”

“Woah there, babe, calm down,” Sirius places a hand on Harry’s back when he doesn’t pause at all, encouraging him to take a breath in between the endless stream of words. He pulls a face at being interrupted but does it nonetheless. “Do you think she’d like a soccer ball of her own to play with, then?” Sirius asks, when Harry’s breathing has come back to normal and his face doesn’t look quite so red anymore.

“A soccer ball?” he echoes.

“Mhm, like how you have a little broom like mine and daddy’s, right? Emma can have a little ball like the one grown ups have.”

“Woah,” Harry’s glasses make his wide eyes look even bigger, like looking at a microscope and Sirius doesn’t resist the urge to coo, not this time. He leans forward to grab the boy with both hands and with a twist-and-turn manoeuvre, manages to roll onto his back and plop the kid on his stomach.

“Siri!” He claps his hands in glee at the sudden change in altitude.

“Harry!” Sirius bounces him a few times before he settles, bringing Harry down to lay down on his chest, his head tucked under his chin and tiny fists curled along his sternum. He presses his lips to soft, black hair in a gesture somewhere between a kiss and a promise.

A mini soccer ball it is.

A few days later, godfather and godson, wearing matching leather jackets and denims, stood outside Emma’s house. Sirius had worn his usual assortment of rings, bracelets, and jeans—finding himself partial towards the ripped, skinny ones that were popular these days—with his hair up in a half bun. Harry, upon seeing his beloved godfather, had sat his butt down in his nursery and proclaimed he wouldn’t move until he got the same treatment. So, a few minutes and some creative magic-ing later, you had a miniature Sirius Black in his very own monogrammed leather jacket, jeans (neither ripped nor skinny, thank you very much) and butterfly hair clips pushing his not-long-but-definitely-unruly hair out of his face. Sirius had peppered his face with quite a few kisses before they’d even stepped out of the house. It wasn’t his fault that he had such an adorable godson, was it?

“Padfoot, can I, can I, can I, pweaaaaaase?” Harry’s close to bouncing on his toes in excitement, craning his neck to look at the house as if he can see through it.

Sirius hefts Harry into his arms in answer, being careful not to knock the glitter-wrapped ball or the host’s gift in his hands. “Careful you only ring once, okay? We don’t want to be a nuisance.”

“I’m never nu’sance!” Harry replies, affronted, but obediently presses the button just once. Sirius takes it a point of pride that his five year old godson knows what the word means to be affronted by his usage of it. He kisses his cheek in wordless apology just as the door opens and a tall brunette steps out.

“Hello!”

“Hi! I’m Harry Potter and me an’ Emma are in the same class and we play soccer together and she called me for da party today,” Harry says in one single breath before starting the next one. “She gave me an in-va-tashun and all too, miss. Is she here- I don’t see her.”

“Maybe you would if you let Emma’s mum get a word in, baby,” Sirius says, lightly chiding. He shoots an apologetic look at the other woman who only snorts in repose with a wave of her hand.

“You forget I have a motormouth of my own, Mr. Potter.”

Sirius winces, burying the lance of pain before it can make itself known on his face. “Black—that is, I’m Sirius Black, this one’s godfather. Please call me Sirius. I’d shake your hand but—” he shrugs helplessly, showing his occupied arms in the action.

“Sirius…” she repeats thoughtfully, looking between him and Harry. He wonders what she sees in that moment, with them looking the way they do. “I’m Rosalie. Come on in, please.”

“You’ve a lovely house,” Sirius says, carefully bending down so that Harry can stand on his own two feet while not dropping their presents. “We got you a little present.” He extends the longer, distinctly wine shaped box to her, watching as she takes it in grateful surprise.

“Oh, but you didn’t have to! It’s not my birthday, after all,” she smiles, both at him and Harry. It’s the latter who answers, however.

“It’s polite when you visit, Miss!”

Sirius smothers a smile when he sees the effect his words have on Rosalie. She visibly melts, almost putting a hand on her chest if it wasn’t for the bottle, and thanks the two of them again.

“All the kids are in the garden outside, and there’s a little patio there with chairs and the like for us parents. My husband Gerard has a barbecue set up out there.” Sirius, keeping one hand on Harry’s shoulder, guides them in the direction Rosalie points them to, depositing the gift on a nearby table where similarly wrapped packages are stacked.

When he reaches the patio where everyone’s gathered, there’s a good amount of adults overlooking the ground where a mini army of kids are…doing…something? He squints, trying to get a better idea, and almost immediately makes the executive decision to not go there because he can see someone being buried in the ground and someone else pelting others with…mud cakes? Yeah. No thanks. He’ll just sit calmly and cleanly with the other guardians, he thinks with a silent shudder.

“You go have fun, okay?” he kneels in front of Harry, making a cursory attempt to get his hair to lie down flat. “I’ll be right here if you need me, darling.”

Making he’s feeling a bit more affected than he realised if that term slipped out. Hm.

“I know, I can see you, silly Siri!” Harry shakes his head at his godfather’s abundance of caution before pressing a kiss to his cheek and running off towards the site of chaos. Sirius stares after him with a pinched look until he realises he’s being ridiculous, Harry isn’t going anywhere other than the closed garden, and he’s just being an overly attached, codependent mess right now. So he stands up and walks over to one of the empty chairs, calmly sitting down and not dropping into it like he wants to.

“Hello,” he nods at the assorted guardians sipping on their—wine coolers and mimosas? Some people are having fun, at least.

“Hi,” one of the guys leans forward with an outstretched hand and that leads to a chorus of greetings and introductions. Sirius settles back with his own glass of cola and a polite smile, opting to observe the kids—one in particular—rather than mingle with the others. He’s trying to go for a cool, detached vibe but he suspects his grip on the glass is rather telling.

A loud “Are you okay, Sirius?” distracts him from his intent perusal. He turns to look at one of the mothers looking at him in concern and smiles at her.

“Yes, yes, of course. It’s just—this is Harry’s first party and I don’t often see him around kids his age.”

“Oh?”

“Well, I know he has friends, Miss Katherine keeps me updated on that but this—” He nods towards the laughing gaggle of kids who’ve moved on to something that involves various balls, a net, and three separate kinds of bats that he can’t make any sense of. “—it’s pretty novel for me.”

He can almost hear the ‘awwww’ his answer garners and barely represses a grimace. So much for not coming across as an over attached weirdo.

“Well, we meet up pretty often with the kids—parks, theme parks, day visits and the like, so you’re welcome to join us anytime.” she smiles kindly and and it’s…such a small thing but Sirius is hit with a wave of gratitude so hard he’s almost dizzy with it.

For the past few years, he’s been doing this thing alone—he hasn’t regretted a minute of it, not when it was the only option that gave him the chance to be with Harry, to see him grow up like this—and it’s been…tough, to say the least. He has minimal contact with others in their world, only occasionally enters wixen spaces because he’s so deathly afraid of someone coming near Harry. Remus comes by occasionally but he’s travelling, more often than not, and Sirius doesn’t have it in to fight for his attention the way he used to, not when he’s trying to parent full time in an unfamiliar environment. Some days, Sirius feels like he’s drowning and there’s not enough air in his lungs to keep him afloat. The grief of being not just lonely, but alone is too heavy to bear. Some days, he feels like he’s failing not just his godson but his dead best friend whom he promised his life and soul to. How can he take care of Harry the way he deserves if he’s barely living himself?

It’s why the innocent offer of kiddie dates has his clearing his throat alarmingly loud. It’s an olive branch he hasn’t received before, not in the barren landscape he’s found himself in.

“Thank you. I…I really appreciate that,” he says, trying but unable to express how much it means to him. He’s saved from trying to justify his disproportionately emotional reaction by an excited Harry barrelling straight into his knees.

“Siri, Siri, Siri!” he chants, fingers curling into the rips of his jeans. “Guess what?”

Sirius taps his chin with one finger, exaggerated look of concentration on his face. “Hmmm. The sky is purple today?” Harry, bless him, actually looks up to check that one before shaking his head rapidly. “Okay, is the ground made of chocolate?”

“How can ground be choc’ate?” Harry asks with a look of confused wonder thrown over his back. It’s the look of contemplation that gets Sirius, who immediately backtracks as he realises the possible consequences of his words.

“No no, it can’t be. It was just be being a dum-dum, babe.” He leans forward to pluck Harry off he ground, seating him comfortably on his knees. “Will you please tell me what’s up now?”

Harry leans in close, conspiratorial grin on his face. “Emma said she wan’s to p’ay soccer after we eat our food.”

“Did she, really?” Sirius gasps. “That makes it convenient, doesn’t it?”

“Uh huh,” Harry nods his head so hard he almost falls back, if not for Sirius’ hand coming to rest protectively over his back, large enough that it covers most of it.

“Woah, you’ve to be careful there, baby. What if you fell over?” Sirius frets, tightening his grip on his godson and looking him over carefully. He didn’t fall, but that didn’t mean his heart wasn’t in his mouth at the near-miss. Instead of Harry laughing it off, or telling him he was being silly, though, he gets a large pout and crossed arms in response. He blinks, taken aback.

“Padfoot, no!”

“…No?”

“I’m not a baby. I’m a big boy now.” Harry had the most serious look on his face and Sirius doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. His baby boy, five years old, and already claiming to be too grown up for pet names. What next, he’d pack a suitcase and leave without a goodbye?

He looks helplessly at the other parents—surely they’d know how to deal with this—and feels a prick of betrayal at the smiles they were trying to hide into their hands and behind their drinks.

“But…ba—honey, that’s not fair,” Sirius says—not whines but says in a perfectly adult-like tone.

“Not fairs?” Harry squints.

“You’ll always be my baby, what would I do if I can’t call you that?”

“But—but Emma and Char’ie and Ria aren’t babies,” he pouts, hands fiddling with the dog tags around Sirius’ neck.

“Did they tell you that?” Sirius asks gently, waiting for his kid’s nod before leaning down to place a long kiss to his brow. “Well, they’re not my babies, that’s for sure. That position’s only for you, my love.”

“Even if imma big boy?” Harry mumbles under his breath, fingers now firmly twisted into the silver chain.

“Especially if you’re a big boy,” Sirius confirms. He smooths a hand down Harry’s side, squeezing comfortingly. “And I bet if you ask their mums and dads, they’ll say the same thing.”

“Really?” Harry looked up at him with wide green eyes. Sirius nods, nudging him towards Rosalie, who’d been watching their interaction with a small smile playing on her lips. “You can go ask Ms Rosalie, if you want.” Harry chews on his lip for a second, contemplating, before letting out a firm nod and ‘Otay!’ One final squeeze and Sirius lets him clamber off his lap and towards the hostess.

“Ms Rosie! Ms Rosie!” he calls, adorably butchering her name though her smile says she doesn’t mind. “May I ask you a thing?”

“Of course you may, Mr. Harry,” she replies with an equal amount of seriousness in her voice.

Harry leans in close, turning his head this way and that, perhaps to check for eavesdroppers? “Is it true that Emma isn’t a baby no more?”

Rosalie covers her mouth with one hand, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Well, I know she thinks so but can I tell you a secret, Harry?” His godson nods eagerly, head dipping even further. “Between you and me, she’s still my baby, even if she’s six years old.”

Harry gasps, looking at her with wide eyes before turning back to look at Sirius who’s been watching the whole thing play out. He winks at him and Harry’s mouth falls open a little.

“That’s an adorable kid you’ve got there,” he hears from the space next to him and answers without taking his eyes off his kid. “I know, he’s the best.” Just as he does, Harry comes running back to him.

“Sirius!”

“Harry!” he echoes.

“I speaked to Ms. Rosie—”

“I spoke, love.”

“—Mhm, tha’s what I said. I spoke to Ms. Rosie and she said,” he leans in close, and though his whisper’s loud enough to be heard by everyone it’s the intent that matters, “that Emma’s still a baby.”

Sirius spreads his arms in a ‘there you go’ manner that Harry interprets for a hug—not that anyone’s complaining—climbing onto him like a portable jungle gym and making himself comfortable on his lap.

“So, are we agreed then?” Sirius tweaks his nose. “You’re still my baby?”

“I suppose.” Harry heaves a great sigh, and the sound of it is so incongruous to the tiny body it’s emanating from that Sirius was lost to raucous laughter before he’d even realised it.

#sirius black #harry potter #good godfather sirius black #sirius and harry saturday #listen this literally ran away from me it was supposed to be a drabble #now it’s over 3k of literally pointless fluff like wtf #i was having way too much fun with this universe #there’s a gratuitous overuse of petnames here #and sirius being so smitted w his baby boy #also am i trying to create an army of irrelevant one time use ocs that would give sirius the support he deserves? mayhaps #none of them r too important in the larger scheme but they have roles to play #also toddler/kid speech patterns r still foreign to me #so forgive continuity errors pls thx #this entire thing started from me wanting to write harry saying ‘i’m not a baby #i’m a big boy’ and sirius just being. floored. just : o #i think i’ve succeeded?#also i hope i conveyed the vibe that sirius and baby harry can go on for hours uninterrupted #no issue is too big or small for them #harry isn’t the only motormouth in this household ;)#pen’s writing #pen’s favourites

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asmo-ds · 3 years

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okay, last request i promise!! mc and asmo are having a sleepover and they're putting make up on each other and it's really cute and fluffy. like ik asmo is the avatar of lust and all but i headcanon him as one of the most fluffy characters in the game idk

Slumber Party

Asmo x GN!MC Fluff

Word Count: 1408

Warnings: MC was bullied in the past :(, They also take a bath together but no funny business what so ever I pinky promise

Summary: Asmodeus finds out MC has never had a slumber party before and he refuses to let their life continue without experiencing a slumber party with the king of slumber parties himself

Ever since MC had arrived in the Devildom, Asmodeus had been inviting them to have a sleepover in his room. No matter how much he begged and pleaded with them to join him one night they said no every. Single. Time.

The Avatar was beginning to grow worried that MC was scared to be alone with him due to his sin.

“MC, I promise I’m not planning anything naughty!” He gave his best puppy dog eyes as he asked for the nth time to have MC in his room for the night. “I pinky promise all I want to do is normal slumber party stuff! We can do face masks and play with makeup, or we can play truth or dare - or truth or truth if that makes you more comfortable,” he pouts.

“Asmo, don’t worry I know you wouldn’t try anything dirty without my consent, i-its more of a me problem I guess…” MC trails off.

“Oh?” He cutely tilts his head in confusion, causing MC to sigh and finally tell him why they’d been denying him since day one.

“In the human world I never had many friends,” they start, “and I guess because of that I was never invited to an actual sleepover unless you count one time in middle school when the popular kids had me over and humiliated me all night for their entertainment,” MC clenches their fists at the memory of being taunted after showing up so excited for their first slumber party.

“EH?! Seriously? Did someone invite you just to tease you? What a douche. MC please have a slumber party with me, I promise I won’t mock you or taunt you and I’ll show you a nice sleepover where we both relax and chill together,” Asmo holds MC’s hand in his own gently against his chest in a comforting fashion.

MC stares into his eyes for a moment, searching for any sign of ingenuine intentions. They let out a soft sigh as they fail to find any ill intent inside the fifth eldest demon lord. “...Okay, your room or mine?”

At 7 pm sharp, MC makes their way through the house of Lamentation, a bag and pillow tucked under their arms before they knock on the door that is almost immediately ripped open with surprisingly strong yet feminine arms pulling them into the blush-colored room filled with the scent of roses.

They look around and see Asmo had a bunch of areas set up, ready for them to do a night of intense self-care and relaxing activities together.

“Here, put your bag in the corner for now, and you can put the pillow on the bed! OH IM SO EXCITED!” the rose eyes male squeals. “Where should we start? Makeovers or dress up?”

“Um I suppose we could dress up first so we know the makeup will match our outfits,” MC says shyly.

“Ah! Good thinking! You’re such a cute genius, MC,” Asmodeus giggles giving MC a soft boop on the nose before dragging them to his walk-in closet.

“I knew you would look good in [fav color], MC!” Asmo praises, twirling them around and looking at the two of them in the mirror in their new outfits. “Now let’s get some makeup to match, then we can have a mini photoshoot!”

Asmodeus pulls two chairs in front of his vanity, digging through a drawer and pulling out the makeup he thinks will match their skin tone and outfit, placing them next time as he leans forward with a primer on his hands, rubbing it onto MC’s skin. He puts it to the side before grabbing the foundation and getting to work.

MC and Asmo post in his mirror taking hundreds of photos. “Wait Asmo can we do duck lips!” MC asks excitedly giggling their head off.

“OMD YESSSS” He dramatically pushes out his lips and MC follows before he snaps a few photos. They laugh as they strike more poses and then perform like professional photographers for each other.

“Are you going to put these on Devilgram, Asmo?” MC smiles hoping he’d think they were good enough to feature on his perfectly aesthetic Devilgram page.

“Duh, who would be so cruel as to keep these pictures to themselves when they’re so stunning!” He smiles selecting a few photos to post. As he is scrolling through all the photos one of MC catches his eye. In the photo, they are smiling and laughing after Asmo had clearly done something to crack them up. He feels his heart flutter knowing he caused that smile and moves that picture to a special folder he keeps pictures of his family in (that he will never admit he actually has).

He tosses his D.D.D onto his soft bed and lets it bounce to a stop as he grabs MC’s hand to go to the bathroom. Once they are in there he pulls out some makeup removing wipes and skincare products.

“Wow I’ve never actually gotten a good look at your bath,” MC stares at the tub of constantly perfectly hot water with rose petals and all sorts of washing products lined along the sides of it.

“Did you wanna do all of the skincare and washing off in there? The bubbles will cover both of us for the most part and I promise not to touch your no-no zones,” Asmo giggles as he sees MC’s eyes widen.

“Oh- uh- sure! As long as there’s no funny business Mr. Avatar of Lust!” They laugh giving his shoulder a playful shove.

“That’s LORD Mr. Avatar of Lust to you” he jokingly scoffs making MC laugh once more before he turns and faces the wall. “Go ahead and get in I’ll stay facing this way until you tell me to come in.”

After hearing clothes drop and the water move a bit as MC’s body descends into the steamy bubbles, he notices he isn’t actually filled with Lust at the moment, which is rare for him when someone else is in the room naked. He smiles when he realizes that he feels more adoration and relaxation in this situation than anything else.

“Wow MC, it’s kind of odd that I don’t feel lustful at the moment,” he voices his thoughts, “instead all I can think about is how excited I am to just chill out in the bath with you.” He shakes his head and lets out a chuckle.

“Well if you’re so excited then hurry up and get in here !” MC smiles at him as he turns. His eyes stay glued to their face with zero urge to wander elsewhere at that moment. He wishes he could burn that smile into his eyes and see it every second for the rest of his life.

He goes back to his room and grabs his D.D.D putting on his favorite playlist made by both of them and strips getting into the tub, bringing the face wash and makeup wipes with him before he moves through the water closer to MC, who closes their eyes as he raises a washcloth to their cheek.

MC and Asmo spend about a half-hour in the tub, relaxing and washing each other’s makeup off, then MC suddenly gets hyper and makes a mess of his bathroom. “Asmo look!” They excitedly say as they put bubbles on their chin forming a big bubbly beard making Asmo giggle.

“MC please let me take a picture of you right now you look so adorably stupid, sweetie.” Asmo grabs his D.D.D while laughing so hard he nearly snorts.

After he takes the picture and puts back his D.D.D, he gets hit in the face with water and opens his eyes to see MC laughing as they start a splash fight.

At the end of their bath, the floor is soaked with suds and water that had been splashed out by the pair and they cleaned it up before heading back into the bedroom.

“Are we sleeping on the bed together or do you want me to sleep on the floor?” Asmodeus asks.

“We can sleep in the bed together, just -”

“Yeah Yeah, no funny business I know, doll,” Asmo cuts MC off laughing.

After getting under the covers they both did that thing we all do at sleepovers where you can’t stop laughing for no reason and Lucifer came in to yell at them like the Mom he is.

#shall we date asmodeus #asmodeous #om! asmodeus #obey me asmodeus #obey me #obey me shall we date #asmodeus avatar of lust #obey me fluff #obey me fluff hc #asmodeus fluff #obey me x reader fluff #obey me imagines #obey me fanfic #obey me oneshot #obey me one master to rule them all

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soren-apologist · 3 years

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as a continuation of that last “shit kiran does” list i made, i found some more:

•they get bored of owain ranting about heroism to the point they just walk away mid-speech

•python actually recommends that you do this if forsyth is getting annoyingly long with his speaking, so maybe it’s a technique they’ve learned to save time

•even though as a character they can fight with breidablik, when they’re repeatedly kidnapped they don’t do jack shit. maybe they’re just trying to piss off alfonse because he’s the one who always has to save them

•i already mentioned that the other tactician characters seem to find them dumb, but soren especially seems to really dislike them. i mean it’s in character, but his dialogue is either about ike, or speaking directly to kiran and implying they’re stupid and annoying. i love him.

•they have a habit of sneaking up on heroes, and have apparently nearly had the shit beat out of them by titania, ike, ephraim, f!lyon, shannan, lyn, f!takumi, and several others, yet still continue to do this

•several lines of dialogue towards the summoner imply that they apparently don’t get a lot of rest, being too busy with their work

•another owain one, when he’s trying to come up with a hero name for kiran, it goes on for so long that his voice gradually trails off, which probably means kiran just stopped paying attention halfway through

•arthur nearly slips on a banana peel when talking to kiran, and i’m fully convinced they were the one to leave it there considering their history of doing dumb shit

•when confronted by f!julia, she actually asks “are you not scared of me?” confirming that even in canon no one can actually find her anything but cute, including the summoner

•actually, the dialogue implying that the summoner just walks up to and surprises fallen heroes either means they’re incredibly brave or incredibly stupid. it’s especially apparent when you look at the case with fallen ike, seeing as he’s visibly hunched over and still having to tilt his head down to look at you meaning you’re a shrimp compared to him, is two seconds away from snapping and killing everyone around him, and is someone powerful enough to literally kill god. and then kiran’s just like “hehe boop”

•kiran attempts to cheer up baby azura by giving her head pats. it does not go over well.

•a number of lines by dancer alts imply that kiran isn’t very good at dancing

miraculously, alfonse has not become sick of their shit

#fire emblem #fire emblem heroes #fe kiran #long post #feh #feh shit

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ikenbar · 2 years

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Mr. Love: Ike's Choice CH5 PT11 (end)

Alright! It's the end of Chapter Five! And it only took almost a full year to finish! :D I hope you guys enjoyed! I have chapter six and the one shots all lined up and ready so stay tuned! :)

Warnings: Angst! Loads of it!! The kind that grips at your heart and leaves ya breathless. Oh yeah. That's the stuff. Also the classic cliffhanger that may make you want to kill me! :D

(Chapter Five (Kiro and Youran) Prologue and part one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, and ten can be found here~)

((Please read the author’s note (and the beginning of the story) on chapter one part one if you’re new here :D))

(((And here is the Masterpost to the whole story for anyone who would like to dive into different parts of the adventure!!)))

Chapter Five:

Part Eleven:

“I don’t know.” Kiro worriedly tapped at his plate with his chopsticks, messing with the crumbs still left on his plate, “She’s been in there a while.”

“You think I should check on her?” Youran gripped at her dress from under the table, nervously looking at her plate of uneaten food, “The food is getting cold.”

“No need.” I made them both jump as I approached the table.

“Ike!” They both said, moving to stand.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” I waved them off and sat back down in my seat, “I’ve just been fighting this awful headache lately. I must just be taking on too much work. I think I’ll take tomorrow off.”

“Good idea.” Kiro said, sitting back down in his seat, “Wouldn’t want you dying of stress on us.” I chuckled weakly and picked up my chopsticks. A hand appeared from next to me and held my left hand. I looked up and met Youran’s eyes.

“Are you sure that’s all?” She asked. A calm came over my head, quenching the pain that had been nearly insufferable just moments ago. I booped her nose with my chopsticks.

“You worry too much.” I smiled, pulling my hand from hers, “Some food will probably do me some good. I’ll be healthy in no time.” With no room for discussion, I made my plate.

>>>

We all slumped over, sighing in relief as we finally finished our food. “I’ll get this one.” I pulled my wallet from my pocket.

“No!” Kiro and Youran yelled. I froze.

“Why? Did the way I ate the food insult you or something?”

“No, it’s nothing like that.” Youran laughed, “You just always pay for things with us. Every time I have coffee with you, I feel like I have to wrench the bill out of your hands!”

“That happened at Souvenir too!” Kiro gestured to me and rolled his eyes, “We hadn’t even gotten our bills yet and she was on it.”

“I don’t think I have ever heard people getting angry over me treating them for a meal.” I scoffed.

“I’ll pay this time.” Youran said, standing up, “Kiro can get it the next time! Then we can rotate!”

“Sounds good!” Kiro beamed. I rolled my eyes and put my wallet back in my back pocket. But Youran’s words echoed in my mind.

Next time…

My stomach twisted uncomfortably but I ignored it as Youran giggled. “Then it’s settled!” She beamed, “I’ll be right back!”

“Alright,” I slumped back in my chair, “Thanks, Youri.” Youran smiled sweetly then paused as she thought of something. Before I could ask, her smile blossomed as she gasped.

“Ike! I keep forgetting to tell you!” She excitedly said, sitting back down in her chair as she tugged on my arm, “I have a nickname for you!” My eyebrow twitched.

“Is that so?” I nonchalantly said, “And what is it?”

“How do you like,

“Marie?”

An overwhelming peace came over my heart as images of my childhood came crashing to my senses. Images of a field of grass, an old rusty room, but ;more importantly; images of one little girl, running around carelessly, humming a familiar tune.

She was smiling.

“... Ike?” Youran egged, tugging once again on my arm, bringing me back to my senses, “Is Marie ok? I can change it if you-”

“No.” My voice cracked as I quickly cut Youran off. I cleared my throat and sat up, “Marie… Marie’s perfect.” Youran smiled brightly. Before I could stop her, she threw her arms around my neck and squeezed tightly.

“Yay!!” She cheered, “Marie it is!!” I patted her arm lightly, cringing at my lack of self control. You moron. Accepting a nickname now? Do you realize what you’ve just done?

After a moment, Youran pulled away from me, still smiling. Before I could take anything back, she quickly turned and made her way to the front desk. I watched Youran as she left. The knot in my stomach pushed it’s way up my chest. Maybe I shouldn’t do this…

“You and Youran get along really well.” Kiro spoke softly to me. I kept my eyes on Youran at the front desk as I nodded, “How long have you two known each other?”

“...Almost a month now.”

“Really? It seems like you two have been friends for longer then that.”

“It surprises me too.” I said softly, watching Youran laugh with the cashier over an unheard joke.

“... I’ve never seen you act like this before.”

“Like what?”

“So gentle. Like, Youran makes you... soft.”

The knot in my chest tightened even further. I hummed my response to Kiro as I pulled my eyes from Youran and back to the table. Despite everything that told me not to, I had to do this. If I didn’t, who knows what might happen?... who might get hurt?...

Kiro, Youran, and I made our way to our cars. Since Youran had lived close by, Youran and Kiro both decided to walk together. I happily accepted it. I don’t think I could drive alone with her…

They waved goodbye to me, walking heavily layered in the foggy night into the city. I waved back, holding a soft smile as I did so. I watched them as they turned and walked away, talking and laughing together. My smile faded gradually as she disappeared, walking far enough away now that she wouldn’t hear if I had called her name. I leaned against my car, watching my hot breath clearly as it steamed from my mouth and disappeared in that cold autumn’s air. I buried my head further in my jacket as doubts swirled in my mind.

As much as you may think that it may help, it won’t.

Youran’s the queen. She can take care of herself.

And what if she can’t?

… she’s got Kiro. And Victor. And Gavin. I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t already have Lucien too.. She doesn’t... need... me.

I pulled out my phone and opened my contacts. Whatever destiny Black Swan has for us, they can’t have if we aren't together. If all I’ve done is put the people I cared about in danger...

I stopped scrolling when I hit Youran’s contact info. Her name almost seemed to pop out of the device and etched itself in my mind. I don’t have to be with her to protect her… She will be safe. That brown haired child’s smile flashed in my mind. I sighed, and clicked the ‘edit’ button next to her name. I erased it and wrote “Youri” in it’s place, then hit save.

Satisfied with the change,

I blocked her.

>>>

A day had passed since I had cut ties with Youran. I delved into my work, telling the guard that Victor had assigned me to only let Bart, Minor, Victor, and whomever I had an appointment with in my office. No exceptions. This had started off swimmingly, letting me focus on my work while what doubts I held in my head. It all was just fine… until there was a knock on my door that afternoon.

“Come in.” I droned.

I was slumped over and nose deep in a progress report from one of our filming stations, paying no attention to the person knocking. The door opened then there was a pause. I sighed, “Minor, if this is you telling me that you’re worried again, I swear I’ll pour the rest of this coffee over your head.”

“... It’s not.” The familiar, cold tone, made me jump slightly. I looked up and met Victor’s eyes. He was standing tall by my door, one hand on the doorknob and the other in his pocket, his usual poker face in full effect. I immediately straightened my posture. I hadn’t seen Victor in a month. He had been on a business trip and, me being busy with the show and… Youran... I hadn’t had the chance to talk to him.

“Oh!” I cleared my throat, slightly flustered, standing from my desk politely, “Victor! You’re back from Dubai! I apologize for my behavior. Was there a problem with the report I sent in?" Victor stood in the door for a moment, looking me up and down. Then, he hummed and approached my desk.

“You seem busy.” He picked up one of the files on the desk and inspected it. I quickly snatched it from him.

“Hey, now.” I brushed it off and placed it back down on it’s correct pile, “I’ve got things organized here for a reason. Last thing I need to happen is mix up the Miracle Writer prop list with Show Me the Honey’s. Chaos would break loose.”

Victor folded his arms. “Have you gone to lunch yet?” He asked seriously.

“Don’t need to. Too busy. I’ll just have a big dinner later. Now,” I looked back up at Victor, already picking up the file I was previously working on, “is there something you needed from me or may I get back to work?” There was a pause as Victor looked at me with a strange look. I didn’t get a chance to ask as Victor reached out and took the file from my hands. I scoffed and tried to take it back. He pulled it away from me, holding it out of my reach. Annoyance flooded my body. Victor arched his eyebrow.

“Someone is here to see you.” He said, tucking the folder under his arm.

“Yeah, I know.” I sighed, folding my arms and pursing my lips, “and he won’t let me do my work.”

“Not me.” Victor moved, “Her.” I looked over to the door and froze. Youran was standing there, timidly waiting and nervously smiling. She wore a gray suit with a pencil skirt that lay just above her knees. Her hair up in a ponytail while light makeup brushed her face. My breath hitched in my throat.

Youran waved at me. I didn’t move. “She told me she tried to visit you but the guard wouldn't let it in anyone without an appointment.” Victor inspected my face as I stared at Youran, “She also said you weren’t answering your phone. So, figuring there was some problem with communication, I let her in.” Victor looked inside the file he took from me then placed it on top of one of the piles on my desk. “I’ll leave you to it.” With that, Victor left the room.

As he walked past Youran, she let herself in, closing the door behind her. “Marie!” She smiled, eyebrows knitted slightly, “I haven’t been able to reach you on your phone for some reason. It might be acting up again.” A sharp pain shot through my chest as Youran sat in front of me. “I wanted to ask how your headache was doing! I have a scientist friend who gave me some remedies for migraines. And he’s a good source so you should try them!” The pain grew as she talked. Even after I blocked her, avoided her, and made it nearly impossible for her to see me. She still ended up in front of me. Talking as if nothing happened. Blaming everything else but me for the troubles. I looked down at my desk, mixed emotions pushing through my heart.

She came back to you, They said, This is a sign. Unblock her. She’s only safe with you! She wants to be safe with you!

“Marie?” Youran asked softly, pulling my eyes back to her, “...What’s wrong?” She doesn’t blame you. Just say you lost your phone. You can have her back! She can be with you again! She would be safe again.

I sighed, tapping my finger lightly on the desk. Youran opened her mouth to speak. I cut her off. “I’m sorry, Youran.” My tone was tactless and cold, “I’m afraid I can’t meet with you right now. If you would like to talk to my assistant about times where I am open, feel free to do so.”

“‘Youran?’” Youran laughed nervously, “What happened to Youri?” The pain in my chest grew even more intense. I didn’t let it phase me.

“These are my business hours, Youran.” I walked around my desk and to the door, “I must keep this professional.”

“O-okay.” Youran stood up and followed me to the door, “Then, when are you open? Are we still ok for coffee on Monday?” I froze, hand held over the door handle. My heart felt as if it were about to burst in agony. Every fiber of my being screamed to accept her words but I couldn’t. I couldn’t let her mindlessly control me anymore. Even if it was unintentional.

Keeping my back to her, I said the words I should have said the night before. The words I hoped to avoid. The words that kept me up every night I was away from her,

“Youran, I think we should keep things between us purely professional.”

And, just like that, everything was silent.

Youran was speechless. But not for long.

“Wh-why?” She walked up to me quickly and tugged at my sleeve, bringing my eyes to her, “Was it something I did? Something I said??” She gasped, “Was it because I didn’t let you pay for the meal?? Marie, I didn’t mean to-”

“You didn’t do anything.” I turned around and opened the door to the office.

“Then why?” Youran panicked, “This is so sudden!”

“Youran.” I tried pulling her hands off of me, but she wouldn’t budge.

“Marie, I need-”

“Youran!” I boomed, shutting Youran up immediately, “...Please. I need to get back to work.” Youran stood there, breathing hurriedly. After a long, tedious moment, she let go of my arm.

Epilogue:

Youran frowned at her phone. The last texts she sent were lingering, unread, on her screen.

Hey! You’re still up for dinner tonight, right?

I’m really in the mood for hotpot. Is that ok with you?

I know you had a shoot today and I don’t want to bother you. Just let me know!

But it had been 2 hours and Ike still hadn’t texted back. Normally, Youran would leave that be but her and Ike had been talking nonstop for a week. They clicked immediately and would spend every moment together. Ike was also super good at making sure Youran knew that she wouldn’t be able to talk and for how long. Ike had also told her that the sights for the shooting had changed, so she had to have service. This behavior was off for her.

Those unread texts didn’t matter as soon as Youran’s taxi pulled up to the studio and she saw the police cars and fire trucks parked outside of it.

She quickly stepped out of her taxi, quickly payed the driver, then ran to the building. She grabbed the knob to the front door, panic overwhelming her senses. Please let her be ok. Youran repeated over and over in her head, Please don’t let it be Ike.

“Youran.” A voice called from behind her, stopping Youran in her place. She whipped around and saw Gavin approaching her.

“What-..?” They both asked at the same time.

“I-” They tried again. Youran shook her head and ran to the officer’s side.

“What happened?” She hurriedly asked, sparing no time for games.

“I got a call for a incident in the studio.” Gavin said, a tone of seriousness settling on his tongue, “Apparently, two people fell through the flooring.”

“Why would you be called in for something like that?” Youran asked, “Can’t the firefighters just get them out?”

“Foul play has been suspected from events that led up to the incident. One including a mishap with a light. It had fallen right above one of the actors. Upon further inspection by the crew, it seemed as if someone had cut the wire.”

Youran gasped. “Is the actor ok?!” She asked quickly.

“He was shoved out of the way by one of the employees.” Gavin spoke plainly. Youran sighed in relief, “But when they hit the ground, it fell from under them. Sending them to who knows where.” Youran nodded gravely. She looked behind Gavin and at the many police cars behind him.

“Why are there so many police officers here? Is the actor someone important?”

“Very.” Gavin nodded and folded his arms, “He is a top selling artist. But we aren’t just here for him. The second person who fell through the floor is one of the producers of the company who rented the studio."

Youran gulped, "and… which company would that be?"

"... The Ike ‘n Bar Productions company.”

Youran’s blood ran cold. "Which producer was it?” She quickly asked.

Gavin’s eyebrows furrowed grimmly, “... Ikamara Bikira.”

Youran gasped and clutched her mouth. A feeling of defenselessness crept in her chest. She had only known Ikamara for a week but she felt so close with her. Ike made her feel so safe and Youran didn’t for a moment question the strength she held. But now, what if she had gotten hurt? What if they fell and she broke something?? What if she was in danger?!

Youran’s knees felt weak. Gavin saw this and reached out just in time to catch her.

“Are you ok?” Gavin asked urgently as Youran clung onto his arms. She didn’t answer, her troubled thoughts becoming too much to bear.

“Do you know if she’ll be ok?” Yourang asked meekly, regretting the question as soon as it left her mouth.

“No.” Gavin answered truthfully, “But I promise we will do whatever we can to bring her back safely.” The panic in Youran’s heart settled slightly. Gavin could save her, just like he did for Youran not long ago. “Come on,” Gavin tugged at Youran’s side, “Let’s go back to the patrol cars. I have some water there you can drink.” Youran nodded and followed Gavin away from the studio.

Gavin stayed with Youran, standing outside of the car as Youran sat inside on the passenger seat, sipping on the water Gavin gave her. Eventually, a police officer walked out of the studio. He was holding something in his hands as he scanned the outside. Finally, he locked eyes with Gavin and immediately made his way over to him. Gavin straightened himself and addressed the officer.

“Officer.” Gavin said, professionally.

“Officer Gavin.” The officer stopped in front of him and nodded politely, “There is still no sign of the missing victims.” Youran’s panic rose again in her chest, “We watched the cameras back and positively confirmed one of the persons as the superstar, Kiro.” Youran gasped from inside the car. “ We also confirmed the destination where they had fallen. So we pried the floor up and… and we found cement.” Gavin and Youran tensed.

“Is there a way for us to get through it?” Gavin asked.

“We have people on their way with the proper tools. In the meantime,” the officer handed Gavin what he had been holding, “This is the producer’s blazer. She had taken it off before he had fallen through. Her phone and wallet are in it, confirming her id as Ikamara Bikira.” Youran’s grip tightened on her water bottle, causing some of the water to spill onto her lap. She paid no mind to it, merely keeping her attention to the blazer. Gavin nodded to the officer.

“Thank you.” Gavin said in a grave tone. The officer nodded and headed back to the studio. Youran stared at the blazer in Gavin’s hand.

“Gavin?” He turned to her, “... May I?” She reached out her hand. Gavin looked down then, realizing what she meant, gave her the blazer. Youran reached in the blazer pocket and pulled out her phone. She tried opening it…

then tried again…

it remained black.

Youran sighed, holding her knees to her chest as she stared at the blank screen. What if she was in danger? What if she was stuck and needed help out? Kiro was with her. What if they were both stuck and-

Youran shook her head held the blazer to her face in comfort. Ike’s familiar androgynous scent drifted into her nose. An immediate calm came over Youran, making her close her eyes. Ike’s poker face came to mind. The poker face she held reminded Youran of Victor, but Victor never held the amount of gentleness Ike had. Nor the sweetness in her smile… nor the rush of peace that Ike gave her everytime they touched.

A loud bang came from the side of the building next to the studio, followed by the sound of crumbling stone. Youran instantly perked up, looking towards the noise. Gavin held out a hand, stopping her from getting out of the car. He tugged at the radio on his shoulder and started speaking into it. Youran didn’t hear him though, her focus was on the figure that walked out of the alley. It was a woman wearing tattered, dust ridden clothes. The sleeves of her white shirt were torn to shreds, revealing muscly, heavily scarred, arms. She held her hand up against the sun, blocking the light from her blue eyes as she searched the area. Her hair was messily pulled from her ponytail, strands framed her face as she locked eyes with something in the distance. The sight of her made Youran’s eyes water.

“Ike.” Youran’s whisper caught in her throat. Gavin lowered his hand as he watched Ike as well, his eyes filling with various emotions. A man came up behind Ike, his hand raised as Ike’s was. He caught Youran’s eyes almost immediately. It was Kiro! Youran jumped put of the car with excitement. Kiro smiled and waved as Youran sighed, relieved they were both ok.

Ike finally caught Youran’s eyes. She looked shocked, mouthing something that Youran couldn’t quite read. Suddenly, Ike keeled over, clutching her head in pain. Kiro was quick to move to help her but hesitation stopped him from touching her. Youran thrust the blazer into Gavin’s hands as she ran over to Ike’s side.

“What happened?!” She quickly asked Kiro the moment she was close enough.

“I-I don’t know!” Kiro folded his arms anxiously, “She wouldn’t tell me!” Youran moved to hold Ike’s hand, but stopped as she saw the scars that wrapped around her arms. Ike hadn’t ever worn anything but long sleeves when she was with Youran and she never questioned it. The scars all looked old but Yoruan didn’t want to accidentally hurt her. So instead, she lightly held her hand to Ike’s cheek.

Immediately, Ike snapped her hand to her’s, holding it tightly and pulling it from her face. Youran jumped. A yelp held it’s place in her throat as they locked eyes.

Ike’s eyes had changed from their normal, caribbean blue to a dark, crimson red.

They bore a hole into Youran, sending a sense of danger and familiarity crashing into the dark parts of her mind. Sounds that sounded far away to her came reeling into her ears. Sounds of glass smashing, people yelling, sirens going off, and... screaming.

End of Chapter Five:

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