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earthtooz · 2 months

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cw: arranged marriage, fluff, neglect at the beginning, ratio falling hard, pining, ratio being jealous of aventurine, unedited bc i wrote this with my heart not my brain

my brain has been thinking about an arranged marriage fic with dr. ratio...

he isn't kind to you at first, less than happy to share a life with a mere acquaintance. he's heard about you before in passing, noting your achievements with a grain of salt because nothing about you particularly mattered to him, irrelevant against the mass of scrolls and books he needs to read.

you don't really disturb his normal routine too much. you move in to his estate with a fair share of your belongings, but none of them crowd his house too much. you have your own room, pristine guest room unearthed by your artistic touch.

aside from dinners, you don't get to see each other too much. he starts his mornings early, getting up at the crack of dawn to exercise and start his day with a hearty meal. you wake up later, partaking in a slow morning, and if you glanced out the window, you might be able to see your husband running laps around the expanse of his gardens.

you admire his dedication and routine, it's fascinating to live beside a genius. everyday, the chest table that sits in the living room changes, the black and white pieces never remaining where you last recalled. the size of his blackboard is impressive, and yet too small to fit all of the formulas his brain remembers, hands effortlessly dancing along the surface to scratch number after number.

a frequent order of his estate is chalk. a new pile is delivered every three days, and he goes through them without fail every time.

during dinner, he tries to spare some conversation with you. you don't tell him too much about your day, not wanting to bore him with your menial chores. he's only half-listening either way, so you'll feign understanding about his work when he explains what he's up to.

ratio is not an attentive husband, but he doesn't mistreat you, either. he allows you to spend his assets without too much care, doesn't police your everyday tasks, and also doesn't bat an eye at other men or women. his pursuit of intelligence is important, and your wellbeing would not come in between that.

your monotonous, distant routine changes one autumn dusk. you're perched in the front yard with an easel set up before you, the sky in front of you now a blend of pink-purple hues. he returns home earlier than you expected, carriage stopping at the front of his estate, and he witnesses you in your tranquil state.

the paint strokes on the canvas before you are skilled, and show years of dedication to the craft. you're so invested in the piece before you, that you don't even hear him approaching until he calls your name.

"the night turns colder with each minute. shouldn't you come inside before you fall ill?" the scholar greets, and you're snapped out of your creative reverie, looking over at him.

"oh, i had not realised. let me clean up here, first." you take your canvas off the easel, but to your surprise, your spouse kneels down to organise your oil paints back into their box.

"make haste, then," he urges.

during dinner, he can't help but be curious over your hobby, the stubborn splotches of paint clinging to your hands visible to him. that night, you engage in uninterrupted conversation, and discover that he's an artist himself- a sculptor. it calms him, and all the statues reside in a removed room, adjacent to his study.

despite your years of matrimony, you had never once dared enter his study, but the design is so fittingly him. it is organised (well, as organised a genius can be), with shelves and shelves filled with books, discarded scrolls lay around the room, but even then, his taste for greco-roman aesthetics are seen. roman dorics act like stands for little plants, and his many certificates are displayed, along with other achievements.

(his study is overwhelmingly filled with them. though you knew of the merit of the man you were arranged to be married to, you had never known just how expansive the list is. perhaps, that only made him more intimidating to you, standing beside a genius does not feel so light to say anymore.)

he shows you his sculptures, and though many of them are... self portraits... the likeness is disgustingly accurate. it was as if he had casted himself in plaster and displayed it proudly. you wonder how long he must have stared in the mirror to perfect their appearance.

but, there are also various other formidable statues. some of people you recognise. you compliment his skill and don't get to see the blush that spreads along his cheeks.

it seems that you've chipped a way into his heart, because between brushstrokes and chiselled marble, he falls in love with you.

ratio knows he didn't start off being the best husband, but he tries to now, and begins by being present. asks you to dine together where possible, listens when you're talking about your day, and the two of you can be seen venturing downtown together; an unbelievable sight for those who believed that ratio was romantically inept.

perhaps, an even more unbelievable sight, was the soft smile on his face that glanced at you very adoringly, and how you remained unaware of his affections.

and, maybe a jealous veritas ratio is just as unbelievable.

he is practically glaring daggers at the side of a certain blond's head. ratio has never been fond of the scheming businessman, aventurine, and is even less so of the fact that you seem so close to him, more than you are with your own husband. you're speaking with him like how one would with old friends, a peaceful visit to the markets turned sour by his presence.

when you finally, finally, finally, bid farewell to aventurine, who gave ratio a look that signified he was up to no good, your husband held your hand in his gloved one with an unforgiving grip. his mood is dampened for the remainder of the day, and is only made better when you enquire about his sudden glumness, visiting his office to see if he was alright.

you leave him with a kiss on the crown of his head, and a whisper of 'goodnight', before retreating to your chambers, and the only thought that circulates in his head for the rest of the night is you, and how he's going to sweep you off your feet.

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reallyromealone · 1 month

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Title: oh hey a mate(s)

Chapter: one

Fandom: obey me

Pairing: demon brother's x male reader

Warnings: suggestive themes, readers got truama, internalized gender hatred, anxiety, panic attacks, mentions of being a breeding tool, self hate, reader doesn't really understand sex, sexual themes, omegaverse, male reader, mentions of mpreg

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"HE STOLE THEM FROM ME!" (sisters name) Screeched out in a rage as she threw things around "they were supposed to be MY mates! And he stole them! That whore stole them!" She was hyperventilating at this point as her body shook, feeling robbed of her alphas.

Of her life, the thing she wanted more than anything.

"I know sweety but maybe we can set you up wit--"" I don't want someone else! I want the princes!"

And she was going to get them.

She swore it.

'fuck you (name)'

Holy shit this place was big.

God he felt under dressed, especially beside these alphas who were dressed so fancy and perfect.

The floors were marble and two grand staircases winded on each side and paintings that had to be centuries old hung on the walls "we will have one commissioned for you soon enough... Maybe one with us all" Belphegor yawned as he wandered the halls "for now, let's get you settled in" he said and looked to a nervous looking Leviathan who nodded.

(Name) Was nervous as he walked beside the demon who seemed to want to be anywhere but here "I-im sorry if I wasn't who you were expecting... I'll try and not step on your toes" (name) whispered, anxiously fiddling with his fingers and looked down "i-i dont-- fuck... I'm really nervous and anxious and just I don't really talk to omegas often so I'm just--" the demon seemed panicked and (name) felt relief flood through his veins as he pumped out calming pharamones for the Alpha "hey... I get it, if it's any consolation... I'm not great with people either-- hell I think this is the first time I ever left my families property!" He laughed a bit but Leviathan was shocked at his words "you never been into the capital or even your home town?" He asked genuinely and (name) shook his head "nah, my parents didn't trust me going out there-- you know how troublesome an Omega can be"

What the fuck? That's all Leviathan could think as he looked at the Omega worried "I- you're not troublesome?" He whispered and (name) just smiled "I try not to be" (name) giggled a bit as they continued to (name)s apartment, the Omega expecting a quaint bedroom but...

"I think we went to the wrong room.... This is awfully big" (name) said softly to the envy demon who looked confused "you like your apartment?" Asmodeus popped out from nowhere and pulled (name) close with a flirty grin "we had the butlers being your things in, don't worry we didn't let them unpack... Pharamones and all that ~" he pulled (name) into the apartment and (name) felt overwhelmed by all this "there's a nesting room there~ if you need help don't hesitate to ask"

"A-are you sure?"

"Sure of what?"

"That this is for me?"

"You are to be our mate, I personally wanted you with me but Luci wanted you to have your own space... Something about acclimating" his words teasing and (name) chuckled but cut short when his stomach growled and the two demons looked curious "oh yeah! Humans need to eat for survival!"

(Name) Felt embarrassed as he silently cursed his stomach for exposing him like this as the demons looked at one another in a silent conversation.

They were definitely having a sibling meeting later.

(Name) Dissociated during the rest of the evening, eventually ending back in the rooms he was given, the size of his old house if not a bit bigger...

Everything was pristine as he took out his belongings, his prized possessions and small hobbies to occupy him.

A few heirlooms and books and his childhood stuffed toy 'this will go in my nest' he thought as he looked at the nesting room doors, two ornate doors in a rose gold shade, the apartment all light colors unlike the rest of the palace.

It was a strange contrast, almost like they didn't know what to expect so they just made what they thought humans liked. It was funny really, demons trying to understand what humans wanted or needed as he was doing the same, wondering what these demons wanted or liked.

Getting up he went to the nesting room and was overwhelmed by the nesting supplies he was given, piles and piles of blankets and pillows and soft things, his purring could probably be heard from outside the apartment as he snuggled into them, a sense of safety he wasn't quite used to washing over him.

He was excited to make a large nest, spending half the night making it perfect for him to rest in and just not think about the fact he was to be mated on his next heat to seven strangers that were also fucking royalty! Well there goes not thinking about it because here he was!

Also his sister! Holy shit she was mad! And like at his wedding she will be there! Fuuck!

(Name) Was just sitting there head in hands as he processed the fact that within 24 hours he was now engaged and now in the public eye!

(Name) Curled up closer into his blankets and let out a shutter of a sigh, he wondered if he would be able to do the things he enjoyed before... Would he be allowed to garden? Would he have to dress more Omegan? Or would he be able to wear clothes that were comfortable?!

He needed to walk, movement to process this.

Getting up he walked out of his apartment and into the hall, dark and grand, ceilings at least 15 feet tall and paintings lined, some he recognized as the siblings and some unfamiliar as he walked around curiously.

Somehow he made it to the kitchen "I hope they don't mind..." (Name) Whispered as he sliced an apple, careful and gentle as his stomach growled a bit.

"Can I have some?" A voice startled him out of his thoughts causing him to slice his finger "shit!" The voice said and (name) looked to see Beelzebub who in turn looked a bit startled as he took (name)s bleeding finger and put it in his mouth, the Omega looking thoroughly concerned as Beelzebub sucked on the blood "I feel like this is incredibly unsanitary" (name) whispered worried and beez released his finger "demons saliva can heal amongst other things, depends on the demon really"

"Oh " (name) said dumbly as he looked at his wet but healed finger "what else does your saliva do?" He asked curiously and Beelzebub smiled at the others cute and curious expression "ah, well besides healing my saliva can work as an aphrodisiac if ingested!" (Name) Looked concerned and Beelzebub laughed "don't worry, it only works if I were to like make out with you or eat your ass!"

And now (name) was flustered as the gluttony demon kept laughing at his embarrassment "so why are you up so late?" Beelzebub asked after calming down and sealing some apple slices and cutting up some more, handing (name) an orange "just... It's stupid"

"Oh please!" Beelzebub pushed and (name) sighed "I'm just... I'm having trouble processing this stuff, it's stressful and like-- I never left my property let alone this! My sister wanted to be with you guys and she's already insufferable, this is just worse! I'm just paranoid that you guys are going to realize that like this was a mistake and reject me and like the fear of being an Omega in general! Will I be able to do the things i enjoyed before? Will I be a breeding tool?!" He was hyperventilating now as Beelzebub panicked "hey hey, calm down! It will be alright and-- no we aren't making you a breeding Omega.... shhh" beez tried to calm him as footsteps quickly made their way to the kitchen.

"What is happening?" Lucifer and the others seemed startled as the smell of distress was heavy in the kitchen "he's worried we will strip him of his rights and make him carry our young" Beelzebub explained as he lifted (name) into his arms and set him on the counter "were demons but we aren't monsters" Satan said disgusted and Asmodeus smiled "we would never do that unless it's what you're into~" he teased the Omega as they crowded him "I know it's an incredibly hard adjustment but know we mean well, it's literally impossible for us to not fall for each other" it's true soulmates would eventually fall for one another due to the bond "and we are sharing one mate so that means you have seven people to love you" mammon said in a rare moment of genuine care "what do you mean?"

"Oh yeah, he knows basically nothing about secondary gender or soulmates" Levi said softly and the demons looked horrified "well I know what we are doing tomorrow" Satan said simply and (name) looked ashamed and couldn't meet their eyes, feeling stupid for his lack of knowledge.

"Well his town is backwards" Belphegor yawned and wandered off back to bed now that the problem was solved "goodnight...."

(Name) Was led back to his room by Beelzebub and Asmodeus and looked confused when they put sweaters in his arms "the smell of your alphas will calm you~" Asmodeus said simply and the two wished him a good night.

And for once?

He sleped peacefully.

(Name) Spent the next few days learning about soulmates and secondary genders, the two interlocking "when your heat comes, it will be dangerous for you to not mate with your soulmate" (name) read the book in his off time, the book explaining how the bonding is key to not cause rejection symptoms or a drop, he definitely didn't want that. Fuck how does he have sex? Fuck.

Time to go figure that out, he really felt behind on this shit.

(Name) Made home in the library as he looked for any books that would aid him "Hmm? Looking for sex books ~ didn't know our omega was like that" Asmodeus seemed to love just appearing out of thin air and scaring (name) who dropped the book "i-i it's not like that!"

"Hmmm? And what is it about? Oh you're so cute when your flustered!" He cooed and (name) huffed "I am trying to figure out like, how sex works and stuff... I wasn't exactly taught... Just put on suppressants so my family could avoid it" he just constantly felt ashamed with them, their faces of realization and pity as (name) tried not to cry "well, if you like I could teach you~ don't worry I won't touch you where you don't like" Asmodeus could get used to his omega so flustered as he got closer, his alpha giddy at his mate being untouched "the first thing one should know is their body after all~"

"I- uh... I'm not sure..."

Asmodeus let his lips barely touch (name)s as he caged him against a bookshelf and smiled, his tail flickering and (name) seemed a bit startled by it All as the demon gently kissed him "that was... Uh.." "your first kiss?"

"Yeah..."

"Did you like it?"

(Name) Could only nod as the lust avatar giggled sweetly at his adorable Omega "oh, you're going to fit in nicely here~!" He doted on (name) a bit "don't worry darling, we won't do anything your not ready for but if you're willing... To experiment a bit, I'm always a summon away" and with that he was gone, (name) left with nothing more than the smell of his pharamones, sweet Jasmine and warm vanilla.

It wasn't till after lunch that Lucifer brought him to the gardens, a small greenhouse and a garden plot stood "we had it cleaned up, you said you liked gardening" he said simply and looked down at (name) who looked like he was given the potion of youth "really? Thank you so much..." (Name) Was releasing the happiest pharamones and Lucifer kept composure but god damn did that boost his ego as an alpha, making his mate happy.

"Just clean yourself off after you finish" Lucifer said calmly and (name) beamed at this "of course!"

(Name) Puttered in the greenhouse and began planting things, thankfully it was early in the season so he had time to make a nursery for plants "oh, sor--" (name) immediately shut up as he saw Belphegor sleeping in a sun beam, cozy and calm. Looking around (name) found his cape that Satan had made for him and covered the demon with it "it's still chilly" he whispered and went back to work, unaware the demon was awake and watching intently at the Omega who was carrying heavy pots and sacks of soil around.

(Name) Kept quiet for the Alpha, he must be so exhausted to fall asleep in a greenhouse of places so it would be best to let him rest! Eventually (name) moved outside, it was less chilly but a slight chill but movement will keep him warm! Using twine he found in the greenhouse he sectioned spots of the garden plots for various things like carrots and garlic amongst others, they were still in the nursery but it's good to get things ready now, he reasoned with himself.

"Your Highness! It's quite cold!" A servant panicked as she saw (name) in nothing more than a shirt and pants and apron, dirt on his cheek "don't worry! I'm alright!" He reasoned but she was not having it and removed her cape "it's not good for an Omega to be cold like this!"

Before she could drape the cape on (name), he felt fur on his shoulders as Mammon smiled with a warning "don't worry, he's warm" his eyes telling the servant to leave and (name) looked confused "oh hello!" (Name) Smiled at the demon who felt annoyed at how sweet the other was, his bond making his heart beat fast "Luci wanted me to take you into town so get ready" he grumbled and (name) nodded, a simple smile on his face as he wandered to the palace "where's your cape anyways?! It's freezing for mortals!" He chastised and (name) chirped "Belphegor was sleeping and I wanted him to be cozy!" (Name) Couldn't explain why he felt so calm and comfortable with the princes but they made him feel safe, even if they were sometimes like angry chihuahuas.

"You're weird" mammon said with no bite as they walked to (name)s area.

The tailors and seamstresses worked tirelessly to put together some clothes for (name) and his new class, the maids commenting about how the seamstress always kept embroidered sleeves on hand as the brothers always tore clothes during training--- well save for Asmodeus and Belphegor who couldn't be fucked to do stuff like that.

(Name) Felt regal, a beautiful vest made of silk and embroidered with birds and roses and a linen powers shirt and nice pants and expensive boots "you look wonderful your Highness!" A maid commented, (name) growing fond of his personal maids who cheered him in, them all being mated and married betas.

(Name) Was curious as he looked around the city, never really interacting with so many people who looked at he two in awe, the guards keeping a fair distance as he looked at stalls "you seriously never been in a city?" Mammon said incredulously and (name) looked confused "no? It's not right for an Omega to be by himself around alphas, I would be a temptation" reiterating his parents words and Mammon was horrified at the omegas genuine belief that HE was the problem and not alphas who couldn't keep their hands to themselves "well we are unpacking that later"

He didn't even want to get into the family thing, remembering the chat he had with his brothers when (name) had his meltdown and the acceptance that their Omega came from a very problematic living situation but he seemed to be acclimating well.

Or at least he hoped.

Mammon was confused as (name) handed him a stuffed bunny "what is this?" He raised an eyebrow from behind his circular sunglasses "well we didn't get to actually court because of being soulmates so I got you all courting gifts" he chirped out innocently, remembering what he was taught by Lucifer and deciding to put it in action though he seemed to have gotten it backwards as it was supposed to be the Alpha who gave the courting gifts.

"I- uh... Thank you?"

(Name) Seemed pleased as they continued their walk through the cities market, a giant hub of the equally giant city as Mammon stared at the bunny that was made of fabric the same color as his eyes, a small detail that made him flustered.

He noticed (name) budgeting, a soft smile on his face "you know we have basically endless money, right?" Well mammon didn't, he was cut off and put on a strict budget but (name)? He still had his money privileges "that's your money, this is so much!" To (name) it was a lot of money as he did the budgeting of the house back with his family, this was ten times of what they made in a year! "I am fine with this"

Hell, how did they get the exact opposite of them?!

A nervous Omega who was innocent and naive and sweet as honey!

"Oh you are absolutely precious!" Asmodeus cooed at the stuffed rabbit that fit in his hands "I hadn't even thought of courting!" He said with exaggerated sadness and (name) watched the others alphas reactions, though it wasn't the fanciest courting gift, it was a genuinely thoughtful one.

"He was worried about spending the money, he literally budgeted it" mammon groaned and Lucifer snorted "you could do well to learn that" he said as (name) seemed reminded and handed him back the coin bag, the Omega barely dented it "I got a few things for my hobbies but I brought back the change!" He said sweety and Lucifer had cute aggression at that moment as (name) looked at him with so much pride "you know you could have spent all of this right?" He said a little slow, (name) nodding "but that would be rude, I'm spending all your money without care... I don't like that"

Seriously, how did they manage to be fated with the sweetest Omega?!

"He didn't even but himself actual things for himself! He bought things to make us things!" Mammon groaned out but they all knew he equally swooned at the fact their Omega was so sweet.

But also he didn't buy himself anything, Asmodeus has had to bring him to eat and Beelzebub would put food on it.

"Rural Omega culture is different than cities, they're treated more as a commodity" a maid explained to Asmodeus one night as she helped him get ready for bed, she herself being an alpha from the boonies "an inconvenience would be a better word though, everything your saying shows he was treated like how my love got treated, need to make them feel genuinely valued" she went to explain how omegas need regular scenting and assurance to keep mentally regulated and (name) probably never had that.

Which would explain why he seemed like he was constantly waiting for the next shoe to drop despite growing used to them.

Like it was all going to go away.

His dreams were often that, every night he dreamt of waking up in his old room as his sister lived the life she wanted and he was stuck in that musty bedroom where he would rot.

"Your dreams are noisy" Belphegor mumbled as he crawled into bed with (name) and held him close, pumping out pharamones as he thought smugly about the fact he's technically been in bed with (name) before the others. (Name) Snuggled in his chest and physically relaxed, chirping in his sleep as he clung helplessly to him and he was hooked.

He wanted this more and was already annoyed he would have to share with his brothers.

(Name) Let his mates to be plan the wedding though he and Beelzebub thought of food together, the demon horrified at how little foods he got to experience and made him try everything for the wedding and smiled at his happy face with good food "these are mirangue cookies! Like eating plaster that loves you!" He exolained and (name) basically melted at now delicious it was.

Beelzebub was more than happy to share food with him, his alpha wanting the Omega to be well fed to carry his pups after all.

They were all anxious for mating, their bond slowly making them VERY intense about (name) who after weeks, finally sat close to Satan as he read with him though (name) did struggle a bit "omegas being taught to read is laughable, I taught myself as much as I could" he explained and that's when Satan decided he would read for (name), the two spending an hour or two in the library reading together like how Lucifer spent his time teaching (name) new things when he wasn't busy or just dragging him along with things.

(Name) Was always well behaved, he thought of (name)s family and how they were... How did this come out of THAT.

But now, (name) had one worry...

Would he invite his family to his wedding?

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intimidating-fettuccine · 2 months

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Can I ask for more soft headcanons of Helen as a boyfriend? I need more of Helen please

Yesssss that's my boyyyy I love Helen so much, thank you for this I missed him. I hope you enjoy :)

The longer Helen is dating you, he starts to notice a habit developing inside him. In your early days of dating, you'd offer to sit near him quietly while he does his art, and he'd accept on the condition that you don't bother him too much. Oh, how the times have changed. You'd gradually start talking to him more, and he'd start gradually talking to you more too, and now Helen can't finish an art piece unless he has you by his side telling him about your day, or anything at all you want to ramble about. He's become conditioned into needing your presence while he does any art, which is crazy to him because younger Helen before he met you would be aghast at the thought, but the longer he dates you the more he wants to be around you at any chance he can get. You energize and inspire him, and he finds that he loves any art he makes beside you to be his best work.

Started doing pottery recently as a way to branch out and learn more things, and he tries to make stuff for you all the time. It all started when you pointed out a really cute mug you'd seen online that was out of stock, and with his newfound pottery hobby, he offered to try and make it for you. After it was painted and fired, you were just so extremely excited about it, so giddy and bouncy, something switched on in his brain, and now the poor guy cannot stop wanting to make you more things. The smile you gave him just fucking wrecked him inside, and he needs to see it again. Also??? Would love it if you try and do some pottery with him too. He'll teach you how to do it if you don't already know, and the prospect of making and painting different pottery together is just so relaxing and enjoyable to Helen, so please make sure to do that with him. I'm also headcanoning that one of the first pottery things he made you was a vase, and he always keeps it filled with fresh flowers for you.

Helen has been manifesting a bit of a sweet tooth lately, and that comes in the form of him constantly trying to bake new things, and often baking them for you. I've said before he loves cooking for you (especially high-quality French food as he's French in my canon), so it's only natural that when he gets into baking, he wants you to try all the things he makes and enjoy them with him. I think Helen really enjoys baking because he can also use it as an artistic endeavor, baking and decorating beautiful desserts. Whenever you praise him for them, saying they look and taste wonderful, it always excites him and makes him feel proud, because your opinion is the one he's come to value most. Like with his art, he likes when you're in the kitchen whenever he's baking or cooking for you, and you're the only person he allows in there. He'll have you sit at the kitchen island and talk with him while he whips something up, and he likes to decorate them in front of you so you can see the whole process. Doing things like this for you is just so stress relieving for him, so it's something he tends to do quite often. He's also always taking requests, so if you ever have a hankering for something don't be afraid to ask him for it.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #bloody painter #bloody painter headcanons #bloody painter headcanon #bloody painter x reader

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svp3rrn0va · 3 months

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The Artist & The Muse (NSFW)

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Summary: MC is an aspiring artist. She talks to her close friend, Sebastian, about her hobby and how she wants to practice painting anatomy. He offers to be her nude model, and MC can't help but admire his body in more ways than one.

Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, explicit sexual content, body worship, foreplay, oral m!rec, unprotected sex, praise kink

Word Count: 4,748

You sigh as you struggle to focus on your book amidst the chatter of your peers around you. Out of anywhere you could've chosen to read, you chose the fountain in the literal epicenter of the castle. Central Hall seemed to be absolutely packed at any point of the day before curfew. It doesn't help that the content you're trying to read is already a bit confusing for you.

To your left, there is a group of friends cheering for a 2nd-year Gryffindor as he walks up the wall. Any moment now, you think to yourself. Just then, as if he'd read your mind, he falls to the floor with a shriek. Thankfully for him, one of his friends cast a charm so he wouldn't hit the hard floor below him.

They all began to laugh really loudly, and that was your last straw. Just as you were about to turn to them and scold them for picking such a crowded area to do something so dangerous, your friend Sebastian Sallow approaches you and sits beside you on the fountain with a smile. You give him a sigh that means "oh, hello."

"What are you reading?" he asks, his head pointing toward your book.

"It's an art book," you reply, closing it and placing it in your lap. "Although I can't get much reading done with all this noise."

Sebastian chuckles. "You're surprised you can't pay attention to your book in Central Hall?" You roll your eyes.

"Also, I didn't know you were into art."

"Yes," you say with a hint of shyness. "I paint, actually."

Sebastian's eyes light up. "You paint? I can't believe you've never told me this before!"

He was right. It was a rather ridiculous notion that you kept something like that from him. You actually kept that from a lot of people. Not because painting is such an embarrassing hobby, but because you're still learning, and you haven't felt ready to show your work to people yet. You've always had a tendency to be hard on yourself.

"Here and there I do; I don't really take it that seriously." That was a lie. Of course you see yourself having a career within the wizarding world, but you would also like to have a career as an artist in the muggle world, perhaps under an alias.

"Even so, I bet you're really good at it. You're good at everything." Sebastian says with a smile.

You scoff. "You're only saying that to be nice."

"No, I mean it! You're the smartest person I know, besides me, of course," he smirks.

You scoff and nudge his arm playfully, and you stand up. "On that note, I'm going to go to my room and read where it's peaceful."

Sebastian quickly stands up as well. "Your room? Your room of requirement? Is that where you paint?" You sigh, and Sebastian acts like a kid in a candy store. "I bet it is! I want to see them."

"You want to see my paintings?" you ask.

"Of course! You can't tell me that you paint and not expect me to want to see them."

You swallow, and you feel your nerves building up. You've never shown anyone outside your family your paintings.

"You're not going to let this go until I show you, will you?" you ask, already knowing his answer. Sebastian shakes his head, and you sigh. "Fine. But don't laugh at me. They aren't great."

"That's subjective. Besides, even if I were to not think they're great, I want to support you regardless. That's what friends are for, anyway." He says softly.

You smile, feeling touched by his words, and it makes you feel more relaxed.

***

You open the door to your room of requirement and Sebastian looks around in amazement. The room is quite large, and you've made yourself a nice, personal space. You've got a large bed, a large desk for your assignments, massive bookshelves filled with books, potting tables, and of course, your painting area with everything you'd need.

"Wow, if this were my room of requirement, I'd never leave," he says, taking a seat on the sofa by the fireplace.

"What's in your room of requirement?" you ask.

"I don't have one. I just spend all my alone time in the Undercroft."

You laugh, not understanding how he could choose a room like that over a room where he could have absolutely anything he wanted. Sebastian turns around on the sofa and looks toward your painting station, his smile dropping when he sees that the only visible canvas is blank.

"I thought you had paintings in here," he said with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"I do," you say as you walk towards the bed. You open up the chest at the foot of the bed. "They're in here."

Sebastian quickly gets up and walks over to you, peering inside the chest to see three canvases facing down.

"May I?" he asks, looking up at you as he leans down to grab them.

You nod and take a deep breath as he pulls the canvases out of the chest and looks through them.

One is of the Scottish coast, with beautiful cliffs overlooking the sea. The second is a view of the night sky from what appears to be the observation deck in the astronomy tower. The third is your cat lying on your windowsill, looking at sheep passing by in the fields outside.

You chew on your lip as you watch Sebastian's face, trying to decipher from his expression whether he likes the paintings or not. It's a bit hard to tell, and he's silent. You begin to get antsy.

"Well?" you ask impatiently.

"These are-" he begins before once again going quiet as he keeps alternating between the paintings. You groan.

"Do you have to be so dramatic? Please tell me what you think!"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Sebastian says, snapping out of his trance. "I'm just speechless. These are amazing! I can't believe you said they aren't great!"

You raise your eyebrows. "Really? You think so?"

"Of course! I'm not a painter, so I can't use technical terms, but you're very good at blending the gradients in the sky, and the water in this one, just look at the way you did the bubbles on the crashing waves! You're really underestimating yourself."

You can't help but smile, and you look at the floor, blushing. "Thank you, Sebastian. That means a lot."

"You should be proud, really," he says as he gently places the canvases back into the chest. "What art book were you reading, exactly? Judging by these paintings, you shouldn't have much more to learn. You're already great."

"Alright, alright, you're flattering me too much now," you laugh. "It was an anatomy book. I've had enough practice painting landscapes and animals; I don't have enough practice painting humans."

"Well, why not just try doing it instead of trying to learn from a book first?" he asked.

"That's the thing," you say, and you feel your face getting warm. "I could handle painting people with clothes on, but I've always been inspired by art from the Italian Renaissance. I'd like to recreate that style."

"Well? What's wrong with that?"

"A lot of famous paintings from that time depict nude people," you bluntly reply.

"Oh," Sebastian says, clearing his throat. "You want to do a nude painting?"

"I'd like to try and make a painting in that style, yes," you chuckle nervously. "I just would like to get a hang of human anatomy before I even attempt to recreate a Renaissance piece. But asking someone to pose for that is-"

"I'll do it."

You weren't sure if you heard him correctly. "You what?"

"I said I'll do it." He has to be joking, right? But he looks completely serious and doesn't look unsure at all.

"You'll... you'll pose nude for me?" you ask, whispering the last few words as though someone can hear.

"Why not? We're close; I trust you. And I'd be honoured to help you get some practice. Unless you'd prefer to paint a female body."

"No, no, it doesn't matter to me. But are you sure?"

"I wouldn't have mentioned it if I wasn't," he shrugs.

You stand there and sigh, still surprised by Sebastian's sudden offer. Despite his offering, you don't want to put him in an awkward situation, but it also saves you from any future awkward situations of finding someone to pose nude for you.

"If you're comfortable with it, then alright. We've got time before class, so we could do a bit now, if you'd like." You say.

"I don't mind," he says, looking around the room. "Where would you like me to be?"

"You can be on the bed so you're on a soft surface." You grab your easel and blank canvas along with a chair, and you move them both across from the bed. "And I will be here."

Sebastian nods, and you make your way back to the table to gather all of your brushes and paints to use for the canvas. You grab your mug, and with a quick cast of Aguamenti, you've got a full water mug ready for you to clean your brushes.

When you turn around and catch sight of Sebastian, you nearly drop everything in your hands when you see he's already fully naked, standing by the bed.

"Are you alright?" he asks, chuckling.

"Sorry," Your face was burning hot at this point. You clear your throat. "I just didn't expect you to get undressed so quickly."

"I didn't mean to shock you," he says, looking at the bed. "How would you like me to pose?"

"Erm," you hesitate as you try your best to keep your eyes on his and not focus on his lower region. "You can lay on your side with your hand resting on your head, one leg propped up? That way I can see... erm... everything."

Sebastian nods and climbs onto the bed, getting into the pose you asked him to. You place all your paints and brushes in front of you, trying to ignore the blood in your cheeks and your heartbeat. You've seen a man naked before, but you've known Sebastian for a long time and had never been intimate with him, so you weren't sure how to feel.

"How's this?" he asks. You look to the bed, and he's laying in the correct pose, although his leg was tilted a bit downward, so you couldn't see his privates well.

"That's alright, but if you lift your leg up a bit more, then it's perfect."

He listens. He lifts up his leg so his knee's pointed directly towards the ceiling, and you see it. Your breath stops for a few seconds.

It's quite... big. Thick, but not too thick. It's more long than thick. You quickly peel your eyes away to not make him think you're staring. You begin to paint his head, and you notice your hand is shaking. You shut your eyes and clear your throat again to try to clear your thoughts.

"Are you comfortable like that?" you ask, trying to make conversation and feel more relaxed.

"I am," he responds casually. "This room is amazing. It conjured up a much cozier bed than what we've got in all the dorms!"

"I know," you reply. "I actually don't sleep in it much, though."

"Well, you should," he says. "I reckon you'd be the most well-rested person in the castle!" He moves his arm and head a lot as he speaks, making you struggle.

"Try not to move too much," you instruct him. He nods, quietly apologising.

You begin painting his lips, and you try to focus on his face, but it's very difficult. Your eyes have a mind of their own, and they keep trailing down to his length. You swallow hard as the light from the fireplace allows you to clearly see, even from that distance, the veins along it.

Sebastian seems to be unaware of your attention as he looks around the room while you paint.

It's no secret that Sebastian is a very attractive man. You and many other girls in the castle can agree on that. However, the fact that he feels comfortable enough with his body to agree to do this for you somehow makes him much more attractive to you.

You admittedly feel a bit entranced by him in this moment. You've never felt this way for him, so it's a surprise. In fact, you're so entranced that you almost didn't notice the heat from your cheeks sinking to your lower region as well.

No. No, now is not the time for this, you think to yourself. As you feel the heat turning into a slight throb, you clench your thighs together, trying to get the feeling to go away. You somehow manage to finish his head and hair, and it looks good.

As you begin to paint his torso, that's when you notice how toned he is, and how his freckles aren't just on his face. You begin to sweat, and the throbbing you feel doesn't get any better. You feel it even more this time. You gently take your hand and place it in between your thighs, closing them around it.

You shift in your seat and Sebastian turns his attention towards you.

"Are you alright?" he asks, his eyebrow raised.

You struggle to find words, and you quickly nod your head as you chew nervously on your bottom lip.

Sebastian begins to eye you as you insist on keeping your attention on your canvas. He sees your hand between your thighs and your fingers digging into the skin of one of them. When he looks up at your face, he can see how red your cheeks are and how aggressively you're chewing your lip.

"No really, are you alright? You seem flustered-"

"I'm fine, Sebastian," you snap. Unbeknownst to you, Sebastian knows better. He can tell by the way you can't sit still. He can tell by the way you're clawing at your skin. He can tell by the red of your cheeks. You're turned on, and he knows it. He just chooses to play coy.

You begin to paint his beautifully broad shoulders. Merlin, these intrusive thoughts. Get out of here! You almost don't want to look at him again, but you have to. As you take another look at Sebastian, your eyes quickly dart down to his length once again, and that's when you notice it.

He's getting hard.

You immediately stand up and start putting everything away.

"I'm sorry, this wasn't really a good idea. I really appreciate you offering to help, though," you say, almost too quick for him to understand.

"What? What's wrong?" Sebastian asks, getting out of his pose and sitting upright.

"This just feels too wrong. I didn't want there to be tension, I thought this would just be-"

"Tension?" he asks again, looking down to notice the obvious tension as well. "Oh shit."

You put away the easel and chair and begin to nervously pace.

"Again I appreciate you doing this for me but I'll just look for another model. Just put your clothes back on and we can act like this didn't happen, alright? I'll see you in class." You try to rush out of the room when you feel Sebastian grab your wrist.

You turn around in surprise as you didn't even notice him get up from the bed and walk towards you in your frantic state. You look down at all his glory once again before meeting his gaze.

"There's nothing wrong with it if you like what you see, you know," he says, his voice lowered. Your breathing speeds up.

"I-I don't know what- what you mean," you stammer.

"I've known you for a while," he smirks. "You've never been discreet, and you certainly aren't now."

He keeps his eyes fixed on you, and you can't pull yours away.

"Tell me what's on your mind." He licks his lips and you can practically hear your heartbeat in your ears.

"Y- your body," you say so quietly it's almost a whisper.

"What about it?" he asks softly.

"It's so beautiful."

"Beautiful in an artistic way? Like you want to paint it?" he asks, his eyebrows raised. You can tell that he is trying to get more out of you.

You hesitate and lick your lips before answering. "Yes, but, not just paint it."

"What else?" he whispers, and you can't help but whimper slightly at his voice.

"I want to touch it," your eyes begin to trail down his body again. "And kiss it..."

Sebastian, still holding onto your wrist, gently brings your hand up to his chest. You shiver as you touch his skin and he slides your hand down his torso.

"You mean like this?" He asks. You nod.

"And you want to kiss it?" He asks again. You nod again.

He chuckles and he interlocks his fingers with yours. He takes his other hand and places it behind your neck, pulling you in and crashing his lips to yours. As soon as your lips touch, you feel all of your nerves go away. All you want is him.

You run your hand through his hair and moan into his mouth. He smiles against your lips and waits for you to open your mouth just a little before he adds his tongue.

You pull away from the kiss with a gentle bite of his lower lip. He looks at you with nothing but lust in his eyes. Then you lean in and kiss his jawline, down to his neck.

A soft "mmm" comes from Sebastian and you smile as your kisses travel lower down to his collarbone all the way to his bellybutton.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," Sebastian growls.

You're on your knees at this point, and you look up at him with a look of surprise at his words. You had no idea Sebastian felt that way about you, but you weren't complaining.

"I think I have an idea," you reply, eyeing his erection in front of you.

"May I?" You repeat his question from earlier as you guide your hand towards his cock, glancing at him for permission. He nods and you place your hand on it, swirling your thumb around his shaft.

Sebastian hisses and you smile, before leaning forward and licking his tip as you begin to pump his dick with your hand.

"Oh god," he groans, throwing his head back. "That's perfect." He grabs onto your hair as you start bobbing up and down on his cock, pumping the rest with your hand.

You aren't quiet either. You make sure to slurp and gag as you take his length as far back into your throat as you can. He obviously loves it, too, as his legs shake and he moans with each gag.

"God damn, is there anything you're not good at?" Sebastian asks as his voice cracks, an indication to you that he may not last much longer.

You begin to massage his balls and he tugs harder on your hair. As you suck him off, you gradually use more tongue, and you can just feel his veins against your tongue from how prominent they are, and you love it.

"You're gonna make me cum," he whimpers. "Do you want to swallow it?"

"Mm-hmm," you reply, not taking your mouth off him. Anxious for his release, you begin to pick up the pace, just as he begins to thrust himself into your mouth. At this point your pussy is throbbing like crazy, and you take your hand from his balls to try to rub yourself through your underwear. Unfortunately, the hem of your pants are too tight.

"Oh that feels so good," he moans, and with one final thrust, you feel his cock twitch and he releases his load into your throat.

You giggle with satisfaction as the warm liquid fills your mouth. Once he pulls away, you swallow as if you've just had a nice, refreshing glass of water.

"Come here," Sebastian says as he takes your wrist again and pulls you to your feet, pulling you into another passionate kiss. You two begin to walk backwards while you kiss, not paying much attention to where you're going.

Next thing you know you collide with your painting table, and you press your hand onto something wet. You turn around and begin to laugh as you notice your hand landed directly on your painting palette.

"Oh, I'm sorry," says Sebastian, laughing as well.

"That's alright." You place your paint covered hand on his cheek and kiss him again, his eyes widening.

"Hey!" He exclaims against your mouth. You pull away and giggle once again as you see a handprint on the side of his face. Then an idea comes into your head.

Sebastian watches in confusion as you put both hands on the painting palette. You turn around, biting your lip as you slide your hands down his body, covering him in paint.

"What is this?" he grins.

"You're my art project," you laugh. "And I just want to keep touching you."

"It's my turn to touch you now," he growls. He begins to undo your pants, and you arch your back off the table so it's easier for him to pull them down.

He removes your pants and to your surprise, you've gotten so wet, you can see it through your underwear.

"And you tried to be discreet," he says with a smirk. "Tsk tsk tsk."

He slides one finger along your cloth covered slit and you gasp. You prop one leg up on the chair beside you to give him better access.

"Oh, we're eager, aren't we?" he whispers right next to your ear. You shiver. "You're soaking wet."

He presses his finger up against your clit through your underwear, almost to tease you. You whimper in desperation, and he grins again as he begins to rub. "What's wrong? You want me to touch you directly?"

You nod. "Please," you whisper. "Please touch my pussy."

With a bite of his lip, he hooks one finger through the hem of your underwear and slides it down towards your knees.

"Just look at that pussy," he says, admiring you. "I can't imagine what you've got under the rest of those clothes."

He begins to rub circles on your clit and you place one hand behind his neck to stabilise yourself. His fingers are cold, and it feels so good against your pussy that you shudder.

Sebastian leans in to kiss you again. He then drags his lower lip along your ear and places a gentle kiss on it. "So fucking good," he says. "So talented, you are. So smart, too, and so fucking beautiful." He rubs your clit even faster and your head falls onto his shoulder.

"Even better at sucking my cock, and I know you'll be great at taking it in that beautiful pussy of yours, too." His words are sending you closer to the edge. "I bet you're so fucking tight."

"Sebastian," you choke out. "Don't stop." You begin to grind your hips against his finger and he chuckles.

"Yes, grind those hips. You're making me hard all over again." You watch as his cock begins to grow once again, already prepared for you. You moan at the sight, and your desperation to feel it inside of you makes you finish.

Your legs shake wildly and you fall back against the table as you cum. Sebastian slows his rubbing, and he sighs in satisfaction as he watches your delicious juices drip from your pussy lips as you finish your release. Once you're done, he licks his finger as if he's licking chocolate frosting off of it.

"So sweet," he smirks.

You're getting impatient now, and without a word you begin to strip your blouse off, and Sebastian watches you with complete lust in his eyes. As you begin to take off your corset, you struggle a bit and he helps you.

He undoes the last button and your corset falls to the floor. You turn around to face him and his jaw drops. He gently places his hands on your waist, and caresses up and down your torso. Sebastian moans softly as he runs his hands over your breasts, spreading his middle and index fingers apart as he passes by your nipples.

"And you said my body was beautiful," he gawks. "Look at you. Just fucking exquisite. You should paint yourself. This is real art."

His sweet words drive you crazy and you crash your lips against his once again. He kisses you back with somehow even more passion this time. He's got paint all over him now, but you absolutely love it. You jump up and wrap your legs around his waist.

He wraps his arms around you, getting paint on you now as well, but you don't care. Sebastian takes you to the bed and drops you on it. He grabs each of your ankles and pulls you towards him as he remains standing.

"I wish you could see yourself from this view," he says.

"Well I'm satisfied with mine, as well," you reply.

He lets go of one of your ankles to position himself at your slit, and you begin to drop your leg. He quickly grabs it again and lifts it back up. "Keep your legs up," he instructs.

You begin to say "alright", but you're cut off by your own moan as he pushes himself into you. Since he isn't too thick, he's able to slide into you quite easily, but he's just the right girth that it feels fucking amazing.

"Your pussy feels incredible," he sighs, as he begins to softly thrust in and out of you.

You watch his face, and you admire how gorgeous his expressions are. The way he shuts his eyes, and raises his brows, and slightly opens his mouth. You wish you could see him like this all the time.

"You can go faster," you tell him. And just like that, he thrusts faster and harder. You both moan in unison and his grip on your ankles tightens. "Fuck, Sebastian, that feels so good."

"God, I- I can't," he breathes as he lets go of your ankles and collapses on top of you, not hurting you, and he continues his thrusting. You wrap your legs around his waist again.

Sebastian rests his head in the crook of your neck, and places his hand on your other cheek. "You're fucking perfect," he says.

You lift his head up so his eyes meet yours and you kiss him, this time it being a romantic, tender kiss. You press your legs tighter on his waist, pushing him closer to you so his cock hits you even deeper.

Sebastian's cock is hitting your g-spot just right, and you can feel your orgasm approaching quickly. You begin to rub your clit just as you feel Sebastian's thrusts slowing down just a hair, and you know he's getting close, too.

"I'm close," he whispers. "Do you want me to cum inside you?"

You think for a moment, and you nod your head.

You tug on his hair and you begin to kiss his neck. He moans and that little sound makes you fall apart. Your legs close around him tightly and as your walls begin to clench on his cock, he loses it. He groans, and right when you expect him to shoot his load inside of you, he quickly pulls out and cums all over your stomach.

He chuckles, and you look up at him with a look of both confusion and disappointment.

"Now you're my art project," he laughs, and you can't help but roll your eyes.

Sebastian falls back onto the bed next to you. "Look at us," he says. "We're a mess."

"I can always conjure up a bathtub," you reply. "By the way, you're not going to be my nude model again."

Sebastian sits up with a frown. "Why not?"

"Are you joking? I'll never get any practice done with you! You've distracted me!"

"You say that like it was a bad distraction." he chuckles.

You can't help but laugh, too, because it's true. You look up at him with a smirk. "You do make a good canvas, though."

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow smut #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy smut #hogwarts legacy oneshot #sebastian sallow oneshot #smut #oneshot

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sim0nril3y · 6 months

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New Hobby

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Scenario: So, I have this really annoying thing I do where I will go full force into a hobby, buying all the shit and then never using it again because I get bored or think it's too hard and honestly I just think I'd need someone like Simon to tell me off for wasting money and never sticking to something. Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), teasing, brief mention of smut, talk of hobbies, canon-typical swearing.

Walking in from the gym Simon would practically trip over the cardboard boxes that lingered in the hallway, looking down at them with a puzzled look on his face before stepping through the house to find you. “What you been buying, love?” He asked softly, pressing a quaint kiss to your forehead.

“Oh, just some craft supplies.” You shrugged your shoulders as if there weren’t 5 large boxes spread haphazardly through the hallway. “Supplies? Oh, for that card making thing you were doing?” He asked, flipping on the kettle and grabbing a few mugs from the cupboard.

You shook your head. “Oh, no. This is for journaling, actually.” You informed him and Simon glanced at you questionably. “What?” “You brought all those card making supplies and I think I’ve seen you use them once…” Simply you just creased your brows at him. “If you wanted to start a new hobby, do you think maybe it might be a better idea to buy a few things and build up your supplies rather than go all in?”

For a moment you were quiet and then you laughed. “Umm, no.” Then you laughed again, stepping past him. “Can you help me move some of these boxes upstairs please?” You asked over your shoulder as Simon pinched his brow to try and stop the impending headache that was brewing.

A week later you were sat on your phone in the living room, flicking through some app that Simon refused to download. He sat beside you and saw that you were watching a collection of videos that seemed to be all the same time. These people were revamping old furniture, fixing them, painting them, reselling them. You seemed completely enamoured by the idea. “No.” He said then, stern and cold. It caused you to look at him suddenly. “Sorry?” You asked confused.

“Absolutely not.” He told you, as if being able to read your mind. “You are not bloody upcycling furniture. I’m not having this house cluttered with old shit because you want a new hobby.” Simon stated firmly and you grinned as your brows pinched together. “What happened to the journaling?”

Unsurprisingly you remained sheepishly quiet. “Exactly. This is what I was telling you.” He stated with a shake of his head. “You can’t just keep going all in on these new hobbies, you need to try them out first and see if you like them first.” He said and patted you knee. “Try out the journaling for another week, eh?” At least if you were journaling or card making that would at least keep you contained to one room.

Not even a few days later and Simon returned home to find the hallway cluttered with another 4 boxes, he spied your name written on the top of them. “Fuckin’ hell…” He muttered under his breath before manoeuvring through them, calling your name with a hard tone. “What did I say…” He found you in the kitchen making a cup of tea and cycling through your phone.

“I know.” You told him then, turning softly to soothing your hands over his chest. “I got the message. Upcycling furniture isn’t for me.” Simon groaned and leaned his head back. “But maybe baking is…” “Babe, you never cook. I do all the cooking.” He reminded you with an almost hopeless tone to his voice. “Oh…” You muttered softly. “Right…” Then huffing out. “Maybe you could take up baking as a hobby and I can be your taster.”

Simon narrowed his eyes. “Go upstairs and use your pretty art supplies to make me an apology card and I won’t bend you over this counter.” He warned causing a bright grin to spread across your face. “How about you do it and I’ll make you a thank you card.”

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 7 months

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Ace, Lilia: Be Not Deceived

OH???? 👁️ One of the paintings in the background is the Ace of Hearts card soldiers… Does this mean we’ll get to see the actual character inspos for each boy, even the obscure ones like Jack and Sebek??? Will we finally solve a 3+ year long mystery??????? 🔍

… Also, not Ace casually wanting to go to karaoke with Scar 😭 (Funny, cuz he was denied hearing L*ona sing during Endless Halloween Night.) Figures that Ace would be the best at singing of the first years, the others are just no competition…

A Tale as Old as Time.

Not every work of art had a seriousness about it. In fact, Ace preferred to ogle the sillier pieces, finding solace in the nonsense and the chaos of them.

Hands shoved into the pockets of his finely tailored slacks, he found himself entranced by a bed of oysters. They were pried open, one half of their shells propped up to resemble bonnets. Their fleshy, round faces were still drowsy from sleep.

Little babies, the whole lot of them.

“My, you’ve taken quite an interest in that painting. I wouldn’t have expected it of you.” The remark came from Lilia, who curiously peered over at Ace from one side. “Have you an interest in oysters?”

“Nah, can’t stand’m. Especially raw,” he replied. “I was just thinkin’ of something I heard from back home."

“Oh?" Lilia’s large eyes glittered with a keen interest. “Now this I must hear.”

“It’s not really that interesting.” Ace shrugged. “A walrus dressed up in a suit to wine and dine a bunch of oysters—but the punchline is, instead of being taken out to dinner, the oysters are the walrus’s dinner! We have a Walrus-brand oyster sauce in the Queendom of Roses that gets its name from that story."

“Kufufu, I see! What a fascinating origin," Lilia mused. "It's a cautionary tale to not trust strangers. It brings to mind warnings to be wary of wolves in sheep’s clothing.”

"I guess so? The walrus looked nice at first glance, but he basically robbed a cradle. Seriously, who'd actually go and kidnap a baby like that? It’s just an exaggerated story to scare gullible kids into acting straight.”

Lilia's mouth adopted a mysterious, knowing smile.

"Oh, you'd be surprised!" he chuckled softly. "You never know when a big, bad monster might come in the night to steal you away from your family."

There was an eerie intenseness behind his every word, the magenta of his irises darkening to match. A shiver bolted down Ace’s spine. Lilia, too, was a creature of that very night that threatened to consume him.

"Y-Yeesh, you're freakin' me out, Lilia-senpai” Ace jokingly shoved his upperclassman. His fear had been fleeting, easily chased off with a laugh. “Don't say scary stuff like that. Halloween isn't for like another whole month!"

“Oopsie~ Perhaps I’m a little overeager.”

“I’ll say.” Ace rolled his eyes. “Sometimes I forget how weird you can be.”

“What, you don’t think someone as adorable as me could possibly be capable of committing a war crime or two?” Lilia grinned. “I’m not entirely innocent, you know.”

“You definitely wouldn’t be able to pull off any war crimes though!! You just act way different than your looks would suggest.” Ace rapped his knuckles on the wall beside the framed oysters. “Like the lying walrus.”

“Do you think I’m a lying walrus?” The question was teasing.

“Everyone is. There’s plenty of them in Heartslabyul too.” Ace counted off on his fingers.

“Loosey Deucy comes off like a straight-laced honors student, but he’s an ex-delinquent and dumb as a rock. Cater-senpai looks flashy and friendly, but he’ll trick you into doing his chores and leave you hanging. Trey-senpai’s got his weird teeth hobby… and then there’s Riddle-ryocho, who has a babyface but throws fits like an active volcano!!

“The Great Seven had parts of themselves that were surprising too. No one would think the King of Beasts would be the type of guy to be belt out a song, but he still did. That’s what moved the hyenas to join his cause. It just goes to show that you really can’t judge a book by its cover.”

"A good takeaway from the tale," Lilia agreed. "Taking the morals of a story to heart... you're very clever, Ace."

"The cleverest." He cheekily stuck out his tongue.

The knowing smile suddenly returned to Lilia's face. "I'm sure you have a wicked side to yourself as well. As you've said, we all have a bit of the lying walrus in us."

"No way, miss me with that. I’m the poor, helpless victim,” Ace grumbled, rubbing at his neck. It had stiffened considerably at the memory of his skin chaffing. “Haaah, if only I wasn't bullied so much by my dorm leader~"

"By Riddle?" Lilia smirked a little. "His temper is rather infamous. Silver and Sebek are his club mates. I've heard of Riddle's rage.”

"Dude, you don't know the half of it. He's always nagging me one way or another, and if I don't listen... BAM!

"'Off with Your Head'!!" Ace scrunched up his face in a show of pretend anger and pantomimed casting a spell by wiggling his fingers. The voice he adopted was elegant, yet arrogant—a replica of Riddle's. "Now you sit there and think about what you've done, Ace! The collar comes off when you've repented."

He fell back with a groan, Lilia's amused chuckle accompanying him in the otherwise quiet museum.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up while you still can."

From the corner of his eye, Ace spotted the oysters again. The entire bed, a colony of easily deceived infants. Unaware of the world and its eager, snapping jaws—the jaws of a well-dressed walrus.

“Guess a smile and a snazzy suit is all it takes to get people to waltz right into a trap, huh? With the right looks and attitude, even a villain can be made to pass as a hero.”

Ace tugged at the silver sash slung across his torso, drinking in the details of his luxurious platinum suit. A bow tie, a vest, a jacket with trailing coattails. Shining fabric, pure and unblemished.

He was all dressed up, with nowhere to go. Only lies to tell.

“You make for a good hero,” Lilia offered, “with that winsome charm and cheer of yours. Ah, but that’s not all. It never is. These old eyes can’t be deceived.”

“Whaaat? I can’t believe you’d side with Riddle over me. I’m being unfairly ganged up on here!! Aaah, my senpai are so mean to me…!”

His laments echoed off the cavernous rooms of the museum. Mere whining of a high school boy against the backdrop of great figures and illustrious history.

He was small, one little white lie against a sea of them.

“… Juuust kidding.”

Ace turned away, a wink thrown playfully at the painting of the oysters before their very doom.

As if anyone would believe that.

#Ace Trappola #Lilia Vanrouge #twisted wonderland #twst #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #disney twisted wonderland #spoilers #something no one asked for #Ace birthday takeover #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland scenarios

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unmotivatedwrit3r · 6 months

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One in Eleven Million (ch. 6)

damian wayne x reader x jon kent

(A/N): So I think this ends up being ten chapters? I'll try to post more frequently; I've tortured you all long enough haha. Though I'm hoping to get a couple different things out in the next couple of weeks, so you'll get more from me, just not always of this.

As always, masterlist linked here.

warnings: air travel, turbulence

wc: ~1300

Damian turned from where he was watching you continue your project to face Jon. He pulled off his zip up sweater, tugging down the sleeve of his long sleeved shirt to hide the bandages Jon did at the hotel earlier in the morning, before passing it over to Jon.

“Here.” Damian nudged him. “For the sunglasses.”

Though he could feel your eyes on the back of his neck, Damian ignored you for now, taking his sunglasses back from Jon’s outstretched hand. In the corner, Jon curled into a ball, head tilted against the wall and face buried in Damian’s sweatshirt. Damian watched him for a moment, chest tight. No matter how many times he’d been through this with Jon, it didn’t get easier seeing him in pain. Jon flicked him a thumbs up and Damian relaxed, turning back to you. Overhead, the safety announcement came to a close.

“He’s okay?” You asked, eyes fixed on Jon. Your arms, already wrapped around yourself, tightened. Damian nodded, eyes straying back to his left for just a moment before returning to you.

“He will be, once we get up in the air and away from the chaos of the airport.” He tipped his chin at the project left abandoned in your lap. “How long have you been doing that?”

“Oh a couple of years maybe? I’m not sure exactly. Do you,” you hesitated. “Do you do some kind of art? And you read Arabic, right? I saw the book you were reading last night.” Damian’s eyes scanned your face. You looked nervous, though genuine, and he found himself not minding the questions. It felt more like curiosity than idle small talk. He hated small talk.

“I do. And speak it.” Your eyes lit up.

“Cool,” you breathed, smiling. “I’m not great at languages but I would like to be fluent in a few one day. And art?”

“I draw,” Damian revealed. “And paint.” He fought to keep from mirroring your smile.

“That’s awesome. I write a little bit, but only as a hobby.”

“Really? About what?” He asked genuinely.

“Whatever I get motivation for I guess? I wish I had a better answer but I just like it.”

“Doing things for liking them is an answer.” Damian could almost see you mulling the words around in your head. He took the moment to observe your features up close: beautiful eyes and an unexpectedly striking smile.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“I know.”

Your startled laugh tore the last of his self restraint down. Damian’s face split into a grin.

The two of you spent the next while talking about everything and anything. You shared your reasons for being on the plane at all, your favorite color, your other hobbies. In turn, he showed you pictures of his art, his cat and dog, and gorgeous shots of Gotham at sunrise. He had a lot of pictures of him and a brown man with shaggy dark hair and bright blue eyes. In the recent pictures, Damian began to overtake him in height. “My oldest brother,” Damian offered when you asked.

“You’re the youngest?” He nodded.

“Of several. I am one of the tallest, though.”

“Oh boy,” you laughed. “I bet your older siblings hate that.”

“They do.”

And then there were the pictures of Jon. Jon by himself or with Damian’s pets, Jon captured in Damian’s art, and Damian and Jon together.

“Where was this?” You asked. In the picture, Damian was standing on a pathway covered in a dusting of snow, bundled up and on crutches. Jon, in a blue zip-up and jeans, was making a snow angel on the ground in much deeper snow beside him.

“A few winters ago. In Gotham.”

“I remember that snowfall” You thought back to the remnants of a Mr. Freeze plot. Following Batman’s intervention, all that was left was a snowy cold front. “But mostly I stayed inside and caught up on work during the snow day. And watched too much TV.” Damian huffed a laugh.

On his other side, small snores emanated from the pile of denim and red fabric. Jon didn’t wake when the flight attendant came around with snacks. Damian accepted Jon’s pretzels for him.

“How long have you two known each other?” You asked, some time in. Damian looked over at Jon. The lights in the cabin were dim, and both boys were bathed in shadow.

“A decade or so, now,” he said. Then, a little quieter. “He’s my best friend.”

“You’re a good friend Damian.” Your eyes followed his over to Jon. He looked smaller than you’d ever seen him, all 6ft something curled up in an economy airplane seat. “He’s lucky to have you.“And I know I don’t know you guys that well but I can tell he’s a good person. And that you’re lucky to have him too.”

Damian didn’t argue.

“I am.”

Two hours in, Jon stirred, pushing the hood off his head and blinking slowly.

“Hey,” he mumbled. Your breath caught unwittingly in your throat. Jon’s voice was rough and his hair was mussed from where it had been smushed underneath his hoodie. You curled your fingers into your palms, resisting the urge to push back a curl that had dropped onto his forehead. Jon rubbed the backs of his hands against his eyes, dislodging his glasses. “Did I fall asleep?”

“Morning,” you managed. Some part of you was surprised you managed to get out any words at all, much less in a tone that wouldn’t pass for a squeal.

Damian took his sweatshirt back from Jon’s offering hand. “Feeling better?”

“Yeah,” he said, attempting to stretch while crammed in a seat with no legroom. You just watched, chest squeezing pleasantly. Damian was watching similarly. What am I doing? You wondered to yourself. He’s not yours, neither of them are.

“You needed the sleep,” Damian said beside you. Jon snorted out a laugh.

“Thanks Dames,” he said dryly.

“Always.”

You wrenched your attention away from the boys, turning your phone over in between your hands. It was too late, you knew. You were already attached. But this was a plane, a vehicle to get you from place to place. There was no reason they would be any different, just a passing point in your life. Selfishly, you hoped they might be more.

A tap on your shoulder from Damian brought you back into the conversation.

“Huh?” Two sets of concerned eyes were watching you carefully. Your eyes met green then blue for only a moment. “What’s up? I zoned out for a moment, sorry. Tired.”

Damian looked like he wanted to argue with you. You hoped he wouldn’t; you might have only met him the day before, but you had a feeling he’d figure it out anyway.

“Do you know how far we are?” Jon asked instead.

“Oh sure I can check that one sec.” You opened the airline map on your phone. “About an hour and a half away.” The little airplane icon on your phone screen placed the plane somewhere above the Chicago area. “See?”

“Oh that’s cool!” Jon said to Damian, taking the device from you. “Kinda looks like the thing your dad has for my dad.” There was context you were missing, you assumed. Damian huffed a laugh.

“It’s a similar technology.”

“What do your dads do?” You asked them.

“He’s a journalist,” Jon offered.

“Businessman.” Damian’s lips quirked up. “Family business.”

That did not clear it up for you whatsoever. You snapped your mouth shut on any follow-up questions at the jump of turbulence. Your shoulders stiffened instinctively for a moment before you relaxed back into your seat. This wasn’t your first batch of turbulence and it probably wouldn’t be your last. Damian didn’t seem shaken. Jon, though, looked terrified, one hand gripping Damian’s wrist and the other tapping furiously against his thigh.

“Is this normal? On commercial planes?”

“Sometimes,” Damian assured. “The pilot warned of turbulence earlier.”

“They usually come over the loudspeaker when it happens, just to reassure people.”

Your prediction came true with a crackle of the intercom.

“Just an average bit of turbulence folks. All numbers are still in the green, so no need to worry. As a precaution, the seatbelt signs are going back on so please stay seated if possible.”

The pilot’s voice seemed to reassure Jon. You, for one, were tired of hearing it.

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x reader x jonathan kent #damian wayne x reader x jon kent #damian wayne imagine #damian wayne x gender neutral reader #jon kent imagine #jon kent x gender neutral reader #jon kent x reader #OIEM series #emerson writes sometimes

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ravenloop · 1 year

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hi darling! i do see that you want requests in your inbox so im here to fullfil that want of yours :)

oh, btw i really do expect that you're well and, if you don't, please take care of yourself okay??

anyways, the request is for the arcana characters, more specifically for julian, asra and muriel (idk how much characters you accept for request but if you need to you can take one of these off) with a reader that does like art and try to make everything in their lifes a little bit more fun, colorful and artsy.

you can write in any format you're more comfortable in writing, but i think that maybe headcannons is easier. oh, and if you could do the reader gender neutral would be good!

oh and if you couldn't understand something, im sorry, english is not my first language. and if you want to, feel free to ignore this request.

AN: Thank you for the kind words!! I am doing well, busy but well :)) also you speak English amazingly!! Anyways here's your request <33 I haven't done Muriel's route yet so forgive me if anything is wrong :')

Headcannons: Julian, Asra and Muriel with an artistic S/O

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Julian:

Honestly? He loves it!

It may not seem like it with the pirate outfit and rogue-ish lifestyle, but Julian is quite the colour lover himself. He just loves the energy and atmosphere vibrant colours bring.

So when you and him meet, and he finds out you're an even bigger lover of colours and an artist at that—the man was practically bursting with excitement.

Definitely gets you some art supplies. But since Julian has little to zero knowledge on being an artist, his art supplies aren't always the most helpful. Though you still appreciate him for trying to help with your hobby, even if his "paint" looks like it belongs in a potion brewing shop.

Practically demands to see some of your older art works and becomes sad if you say no. It's fine though if you don't let him, he'll find them eventually (his words, not yours).

Whenever you're painting or doing anything artsy, he's almost always by your side asking questions and just chatting with you. And as always you enjoy it when he's with you, it makes you feel warm inside knowing he's as passionate about watching you paint as you are about painting.

"Julian, I need you to-"

"I know, I know—you want me to stop staring at you. But I can't help it! You're just so beautiful when you're focused on something you're so passionate about!"

"...That's really sweet, but that's not what I was gonna ask. You're sitting on my paint pallette, could you maybe get off it?"

"WHAT—"

Asra:

You're an artist?? He's ENAMOURED already.

Asra adores everything you paint. He himself is a bit of an artist, but he doesn't paint as often as you since he's always busy with the Major Arcana amongst other things.

When he travels for long periods of time and comes back, he always brings you things like art supplies, trinkets or flowers, saying, "They reminded me of you." And he loves watching your eyes sparkle as you think of the different ways you can use the items.

After a long day, Asra just likes curling up besides you while you create your masterpieces. He'll bring you a warm drink and food too, before settling down on a blanket besides you.

If you ask, he'll give you some pointers or tell you what you could add to your work as you paint. He has an eye for detail.

"I think a few flowers would look really nice over here." He points to a certain part of the canvas.

"You always think flowers look nice in every painting," You playfully respond, and see him look away shyly. "What can I say? They really do!"

Asra could stare at your work for hours without feeling the need to look away. He just loves the mixture of colours and patterns you use. They remind him of the different realms and he finds that beautiful.

Sometimes you even use things from around his home for inspiration. It could be anything—his clothes, the intricate patterns on his curtains, sometimes even his tarot cards, and he won't say it aloud but it gives him a bit of a confidence boost. It's almost as if a piece of him is within your art work.

Muriel:

Muriel is a very... Dark and gloomy man in general.

The forest is his home, but not the pretty and flower-filled part, he makes his home in the shadowy, dark and somewhat dangerous parts of the forest.

So when you come into his life and bring all of this colour and vibrance, it throws him off. He doesn't know what to make of it. He feels to seen with all of it.

"What are you doing?" He approaches you as you hang a vine of flowers over the fireplace.

You look back and smile, "I thought it could use a little bit of... Decor..." You notice the way he frowns, even harder than usual as he stares at the decoration. "I'll take it ou-" "No. Leave it."

You're shocked, "Muriel, if you don't like it I can-" "I like it. It's pretty... Like you" He mutters the last part, so softly you almost don't hear him. Then he leaves. Quickly.

You smile to yourself.

After that you notice he spends more time with you as you decorate or make things, you even started asking him for his opinion on some things. He always responds with "Hm..." But you'll take what you can get.

Sometimes you take Inanna with you to hunt for things in the wild that you could use. Muriel was weary at first of letting you go with her, but Inanna seemed happy to go, so Muriel allowed it. After a while you even convinced him to come along on your art scouting journeys too. He comes in handy when you get carried away and find a little too many items that you need to take with you.

Oh and if anyone ever criticizes your art, no they didn't. In fact, almost as soon as they criticize it, they're on their knees worshipping you and the art itself. Why? Let's just say a big, terrifying man glaring down at you with eyes that say "I will rip your limbs apart and relish in every second of it" is not very fun.

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#the arcana #the arcana x reader #julian devorak #the arcana julian #julian devorak x reader #the arcana asra #asra alzanar #asra alzanar x reader #the arcana muriel #muriel x reader #julian x reader #asra x reader

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xleepyzs · 3 months

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Pinocchio/P || Dating head canons

⌗ a/n :: I tried making this accurate as possible, smh.

⌗ His love languages

His two of his love languages are acts of service and gift giving, he's not good at words, but his actions speak louder than words.

Although he's not the best, he can can tie your shoes if you have lots of stuff in your hands, cooking breakfast in the morning and placing your breakfast on your lap while he feeds you.

— "You made this, for me?" You say, shocked as he sets the plate which is a full Italian breakfast, it consists of two fried eggs, slow-cooked beef ragu arancienetti, creamy Parmesan Mushrooms, ham & cheese potato crocchetta, barolo Italian Sausage, Parma Ham, and Focaccia. A lot of food on your plate when it's early in the morning.

"I didn't see you eat last lunch and dinner. You were busy at work so I decided to cook you a fulfilling breakfast." P shrugged,

When you express or speak about your hobbies, likes, dislikes, and what do you do in your free time. He'll give you a gift based of what you like, and what you do in your free time, for example, he'll give you new art supplies if you ever run out of it.

"Damn, I'm running out of red pai-" While you were almost about to finish your sentence, you heard something placed on the table with other art supplies, oh, it's your boyfriend.

"I was in the store and bought you red paint, I noticed you were running out of red paint specifically." Your boyfriend spoke up besides you. It's like he read your mind or something...

"You read my mind..." You say, too shocked about this. P only let out a fake smile to you.

⌗ A liar during in a relationship

Despite being a perfect boyfriend to you, he has just one flaw, being a liar. Doesn't matter if he's in a relationship or not. He's not entirely an asshole as well, he'll would NEVER cheat (trust) on you.

He'll do small tiny lies like how he totally washed the dishes (which he didn't because he forgotten it) or get groceries (which he ALSO 'forgotten' again). He lies because he has one goal, to become human. Lying makes him feel guilty in a good and bad way because he's finally feeling like he's a human but secondly, he feels bad for it because you know you trusted him.

Whenever he's guilty because how frequently he lies for his selfish goal, he'll try his best to say truthful but that'll only make him less human than before. He has hopes you don't suspect him as a puppet.

— "What's that?" You pointed out his left arm which looks like a robotic arm thing, perhaps he's a robotic puppet?

"Prosthetic arm, I got my left arm amputated... I can't remember why." Your boyfriend, P, answers. But that's was a lie and you fell for it. Once you stare at it for a few seconds, you could see it looks like a prosthetic arm to you.

"Right, okay." You decide to drop this topic, thinking it might be a sensitive topic for him.

⌗ Pet names that he'll call you

He doesn't really use pet names that much because what's the point? He can always call you your name, your name seems fine but okay.

He'll call you pet names for the sake of trying to seem human. He started to call you pet names when you guys go out for dinner. He observed some couples calling their significant others, "darling", "babe", and etc. He decided to use it.

But anyway, I think he'll call you:

— "Darling."

— "Angel."

— "il mi." (Means "mine" in Italian)

— "Amore Mio." (Means "My love" in Italian)

— "Mio amato." (for men/masc/male aligned)

— "Mia amata." (for women/fem/fem aligned)

#🔖 : xleepy #lies of p #lies of p x reader #p headcanons #lies of p headcanons #pinocchio headcaons

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yxngbxkkie · 1 year

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art exhibits (h.h)

the song tears! by 5sos really help me finish this angsty fic for hyunjinnie 🤭 i hope you guys like it!

"Do you like art?" Ji-hun asks you, snapping you from your daze. You hum and glance towards the taller man. He smiles softly at you while taking your hand in his. "Do you want to go check it out?"

"We don't have to," you mumble, your gaze moving towards the art show that's currently happening. "I know art isn't your thing."

You try to continue walking when your date pulls you back, causing you to stumble. "Oh, come on. We've done the hobbies I like for the past two dates. It's your turn," he winks playfully before tugging you along.

A sigh leaves your lips as you follow him into the museum. You didn't know whose art was being showcased, but you couldn't care less. Art is art.

The two of you slowly walk around the first floor, spending at least five minutes at each art piece. "This is gorgeous," you whisper, taking in the woodsy scenery that's painted.

"Who's the artist?" Ji-hun whispers as well, his lips near your ear.

Your eyes shift to the name plate that sits underneath the canvas, your heart skipping a beat. Hwang Hyunjin. You swallow thickly and look back at the guy you're "seeing." "Can we go?" You ask him, not wanting to run into your ex-boyfriend.

Ji-hun furrows his brows and prevents you from walking towards the exit. "What? How come?" He asks, noticing the sudden change in your mood. "What happened?"

"I-"

"Y/N?" A familiar voice cuts you off, causing your back to stiffen.

You clear your throat and you turn to face Hyunjin. "Hi," you shyly greet him.

His brown eyes move from you to the man standing behind you. "Who's this?" Hyunjin asks, glancing down at your conjoined hands. "Your boyfriend?"

"Nothing's official. We've been on a couple of dates," you say vaguely, tucking some hair behind your ear.

"I'm sorry," Ji-hun interrupts, capturing your attention. "Who is this guy?"

Your ex-boyfriend holds a hand out to your date, a fake smile on his lips. "My name is Hwang. An old friend of Y/N's," he says with gritted teeth.

"We should get going," you pipe up, feeling the need to get out of here. "Congratulations on the art exhibit. You finally made it."

You bow your head slightly before pulling Ji-hun out of the museum. Hyunjin watches you leave, his heart sinking into his stomach.

"Was that Y/N?" Yongbok asks the brunette, looking up at him.

"Yeah, it was."The two don't say anything else to each other before Hyunjin walks away. Yongbok frowns, noticing the heartbroken look on his friend's face.

He walks out of the museum, hoping to catch up with you. Yongbok stands on his toes, looking over the sea of people that are walking along the sidewalk.

"Y/N!" He spots you and calls out your name, raising his hand. Your eyes meet him for a split second before he rushes over to you.

You're saying goodbye to the man beside you when he makes it to you. "Yongbok, what are you doing here?" You ask him, your fingers playing with your purse.

"I was going to ask you the same thing," he laughs, trying to lighten the mood.

"It was Ji-hun's idea. I-I didn't know it was Hyunjin's art exhibit," you tell him the truth.

Yongbok watches as your eyes keep glancing towards the art museum. "Did you want to go back inside?" He asks you with a small smile.

"I don't know what I want, to be honest," you whisper loud enough for him to hear. "I didn't think we'd be broken up when he finally achieved his dream."

The black-haired man rests a hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently. "I know that you guys aren't together anymore, but I think he'd appreciate you being there. You were his muse," he reminds you, offering you a small smile.

You nod your head as you think about all the times you spent in his studio with him. "You're right, Bbogi. Can you come with me?" You ask him, your fingers grabbing a hold of his shirt. "Just until I can muster up the courage to face him alone."

"Of course. You know we're always here for you," he smiles at you and he brings his hand to your hair, petting it lightly.

You wrap your arm around his waist as Yongbok drapes his over your shoulder. The two of you walk back into the museum and you notice Hyunjin standing with Bang Chan, a smile on his lips.

Chan nudges Hyunjin and motions towards you. His eyes meet yours and your heart starts beating fast. "I'll be right back," he mumbles to the older member before taking a sip of the champagne in his hand.

"I know you still love him and I believe he still loves you too. Talk to him," Yongbok whispers into your ear, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

You nod your head and take a deep breath. You meet Hyunjin halfway, grabbing a glass of champagne along the way. "You came back," he mumbles.

"I couldn't miss your art exhibit could I. Not after everything you went through to make it happen," you say with a tight-lipped smile.

"I'm glad you're here," Hyunjin sighs, his free hand reaching out to grab yours. "This wouldn't be possible without you."

You shake your head, a light laugh coming from your lips. "It would. You're an incredible artist, Hyunjin," you correct him, glancing down at your conjoined hands.

He squeezes your hand, his gaze moving to the floor. "Can we talk? Alone?" He whispers before looking around, noticing other people's eyes on you.

"Y-Yeah."

Hyunjin laces your fingers together, leading you away from the crowd of people. The two of you enter an empty space before the tall man in front of you turns to face you.

"So, you're dating now?" He starts off, causing you to let out a sigh.

"Is this what you wanted to talk about?" You ask him, not really wanting to go into this topic.

He drops your hand and begins to pace in front of you. "Do you know how much it hurt? Seeing you with another guy at my art exhibit?" He asks with furrowed brows, a frown on his plump lips.

"Jinn-" you cut yourself off and clear your throat. "Hyunjin, I didn't know it was yours. He just asked me if I liked art and I tried to get him to do something else."

Hyunjin sits down on the bench before dropping his head into his hands. Your breath hitches in your throat at the sight of him. You start to feel your chest clench as you always hated seeing him like this.

You slowly walk over to him before combing your fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you," you whisper, tears brimming your eyes.

He nuzzles his head in your hands and he takes deep breaths. "I hate that you left. Why did you leave?" He sobs, lifting his head to look at you.

Tears stream down your cheeks, swallowing the lump in your throat. "I-I thought you'd be better off without me…" you trail off, gently biting your lip.

"Do you really believe that?" He questions, wiping the tears from his face. "You're the only one I want, Y/N. Now until forever."

You stop a sob from leaving your lips and avoid making eye contact with him. Forever? Hyunjin stands up from the bench, placing his hands on your cheeks, forcing you to look at him.

"Do you still love me?"

"Of course," you answer without hesitation, leaning into his touch. There's no going back now… You think to yourself as Hyunjin rests his forehead on yours. "You're the first guy I fell in love with."

He strokes your cheeks, a pleasant sigh coming from his lips. "Let me be the last guy you fall in love with," he pleads, moving to press kisses on your face.

You dip your head, your hands grabbing a hold of the blazer he's wearing. "I'm going to be honest," you mumble, finally meeting his eyes. "There's nobody that could replace you."

Hyunjin smiles down at you before pulling your face closer to his, his lips finding yours. Butterflies swarm around your stomach as you kiss him back. The kiss doesn't last long, and the brunette moves his hands to your waist.

"I'll have to tell the guy I've been seeing that it's off," you chuckle. Your heart feels like it's going to explode inside your chest.

"You're mine again."

tagging: @thewxntersoldier @spacegirlstuff @reddesert-healourblues

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thewritetofreespeech · 1 year

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Hello, dear author-san! Could I request Mammon, Satan and Lucifer with an s/o that has a bunch of unrelated skills and talents? Botany, cooking, ice sculpting, pottery, textile work, painting, jewellery making, gambling, etc. This is prolly really weird, sorry.

Lucifer, Mammon, Satan + multi-hobby reader

Lucifer

“Hello darling.” Lucifer greeted as he came into the den. “How is the crochet coming?”

“Oh I gave up on that.” [Y/N] replied cheerfully. “I’m taking up needle point now.”

Lucifer sighed and sat down across from them. He never questioned [Y/N]’s invested interest in new hobbies. Whatever constructively helped them pass the time. Sometimes they were good, like when they took up new cooking techniques or gardening. Some where less good, like when they took up axe throwing and put a big gaping hole in the wall. His only complaint was that they perhaps had too many hobbies. Constantly changing them and never seeing one through.

“You know, if you stuck with your hobbies for a while, you might find that you improve on them. You don’t have to be instantly good at every new thing you try.”

“I know that.” Their tone did not sound convincing, however. “I just like to try new things.”

“And there’s nothing wrong with that.” Lucifer agreed. “And there’s nothing wrong with giving up on things you don’t actually interest you in the end. However, if you don’t give these hobbies of yours a proper chance you’ll never know. Sometimes the things that are the most challenging offer the greater reward when we accomplish them.”

[Y/N] sat their needlepoint down and looked at Lucifer. “Maybe you’re right. I guess I could give it another shot. I did buy all that new yarn.”

Lucifer smile. “Whatever makes you happy darling.”

Mammon

“Ow! What the--! Who’s Akuzon order is all over the damn lobby?!”

“Sorry! It’s mine!” [Y/N] apologized. Jogging up to Mammon to get their boxes.

“Oh…ok.” He knelt down to pick up one of the boxes. Suddenly pain & anger free from almost tripping over them a moment ago. “What is all this?”

“My new leather press.” Mammon gave them a confused look, which made [Y/N] chuckle. “It’s for making leather belts or jewelry. Stuff like that.”

“Belts hn?” Mammon replied as he helped carry the boxes upstairs now. “Well, if ya ever need a model for ‘em. Look no further than right here!”

[Y/N] chuckled again. “A model? Why would I need that?”

“For when ya take the pictures to try and help sell ‘em.”

“I’m not going to sell them.”

“Then why bother?” Clearly this made no sense to him.

“I don’t know. It just seemed like a fun thing to try. Besides, I don’t even know if I’ll be good at it.”

“I’m sure ya will be. You’re good at everything.” Mammon seemed to realize that he had said that out loud, and his ears turned red. “I mean, I’m sure it can’t be that hard. You just pull this handle thingy down over the leather and it works like that, right? Any idiot can do that.”

“Well, this ‘idiot’ is gonna try.” [Y/N] teased. Making Mammon pout. “But, I tell you what, I may not need to model but I can make you a belt once I get the hang of it. How about that?”

Mammon’s face lit up for a moment, but then he tried to tamper it down. “I mean…yeah, sure. If you want to. I guess that would be cool.”

He then proceeded to wear it every day once he got it.

Satan

“What are you reading?” Satan asked as he came up to [Y/N] with their nose buried in a book.

“It’s a book on gardening.” They replied. “I was really interested in the herbology lesson the other day, so I wanted to see about maybe growing some of the plants to keep around here.”

“That’s very ambitious.” He told them. “Devildom plants are notoriously tricky to grow in a control environment. They like to be wild.”

“Like the people?” [Y/N] asked. Giving Satan a cheeky look. To which he smiled.

“I suppose. Which one are you going to try first?”

“I was thinking this one.” They showed him a picture of some flowers, commonly now as Magpie Blooms. “They look really pretty and I thought that they would brighten up the house.”

“They will up until the point they try to kill us.” Satan interjected. “Magpies are aromatically poisonous.”

[Y/N] quickly turned the book around with a startled, “what??” and re-read the passage. “Geez. You’d think they’d mention it in here.”

“It’s sort of common knowledge to us.

[Y/N] sighed and sat the book down. “Don’t get discouraged [Y/N]. There are a lot of other, perfectly lovely plants that aren’t nearly as dangerous. Tell you what, why don’t we try this new hobby together? I’ve always liked plants. Maybe not as much as Asmo, but enough. And learning a new topic is always interesting. Why do you say?”

[Y/N] beamed and said, “ok!” Before opening the book again and sitting next to Satan to go over it.

Satan, of course, thought that their first attempt should be for catnip. They settled on a lavender bush instead, but there may have been a small pot of catnip secretly growing in Satan’s room later.

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nickeverdeen · 26 days

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hi👋🏻

Maybe (or not) you remember me but I asked once if you write neurodivergent readers. So... I'm finally here to make my first request (🙈). I wanted to have HCs with jesse from Tlou being reader's boyfriend (besides ellie being her bestfriend and joel having a really soft spot for reader in his old heart). And in this case, reader is a high-functioning autistic. (I don't know if you feel like you can write a reader like that, but I can write some of my own characteristics/habits to help you if you want).

So, the idea is Hc's with how jesse deals with an autistic reader, for example: reader having sensitivity to loud voices sometimes, having some problems with some food textures and repetitive hobbies, stimming with hands a lot (thinking about jesse letting reader fidgeting with the colar of his shirt is so comforting), how jesse tries to make things a little easier for her day by day, how is being attentive with her during sex moments, how does he feels about reader patrolling with him or someone else (even tho she's capable and smart), or how would he or some other main character feel if some random person is bothering reader somehow would be nice. This is more jesse centric, but you can say things about other characters too if u want. Anways, If you read until here thank you, I know I'm babbling by now lol

Oh and if you don't feel like writing this one it's fine by me too. Do what you feel comfortable!!

Hey, of course I remember you and I did the best I could and pls tell me if I messed something up and don’t worry as I’m completely fine with writing this as I myself have ADD and mild ASD so no worries and feel free to request anything anytime!

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Jesse x high-functioning autistic fem!reader

Pairing: Jesse x reader (romantic), Ellie x reader (platonic), Joel x reader (platonic)

Warning: Mention of sex

Jesse is incredibly patient and understanding when it comes to your sensitivity to loud voices

He always makes sure to speak softly and calmly around you, especially in crowded or noisy environments

He’s attentive to your cues and knows when you’re starting to feel overwhelmed by loud noises

Whether it’s a crowded party or a busy street, he’ll gently guide you to a quieter area or suggest taking a break

Jesse is your rock during moments of sensory overload

He’ll hold your hand, provide comforting touches, or even use calming techniques like deep breathing exercises to help you feel grounded and calm

He’s proactive about creating a sensory-friendly environment for you

Whether it’s adjusting the volume on the TV or choosing quieter places to hang out, he’s always thinking ahead to make sure you’re comfortable

Jesse is your biggest advocate and isn’t afraid to speak up on your behalf

If someone is being too loud or insensitive to your needs, he’ll step in and politely address the situation

He’s constantly educating himself about autism and sensory processing issues to better understand your experiences and how to support you

Jesse loves finding new ways to connect with you that cater to your sensory preferences

Whether it’s going for quiet walks in nature or enjoying calming activities like painting or listening to music together, he’s always looking for ways to make you feel at ease

He’s great at finding creative solutions to help you navigate loud or overwhelming situations

Whether it’s using noise-canceling headphones or carrying earplugs, he’s always prepared to help you manage sensory overload

Jesse’s unwavering patience and understanding make you feel truly accepted and loved for who you are

You never have to worry about being judged or misunderstood when you’re with him

Above all, Jesse’s love for you is unwavering, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you feel safe, comfortable, and understood

Jesse is incredibly understanding of your sensory issues with food textures and always takes them into consideration when planning meals or dining out together

He’s patient and supportive, never making you feel bad or self-conscious about your food preferences and always willing to accommodate them

Jesse enjoys exploring new recipes and cooking together with you, focusing on dishes with textures that you find comfortable and enjoyable

He’s always on the lookout for restaurants or eateries that offer a variety of textures to suit your preferences, making dining out a stress-free experience for you

Jesse encourages you to communicate openly about your food texture sensitivities, ensuring that he’s aware of any new triggers or preferences that arise

He’s willing to try new foods and textures with you at your own pace, providing encouragement and support every step of the way

Jesse understands the importance of routine and stability for you, so he’s always up for participating in your repetitive hobbies or activities, whether it’s watching the same movie or engaging in a favorite pastime together

He finds joy in sharing your hobbies and interests, embracing the comfort and familiarity they bring to your relationship

Jesse is patient and never rushes you when engaging in repetitive activities, allowing you to fully immerse yourself in the experience and find comfort in the familiar

Jesse’s unwavering support and understanding make you feel accepted and loved for who you are, quirks and all

Jesse is incredibly understanding when it comes you stimming with your hands

He knows that it’s a natural behavior for you and never makes you feel self-conscious about it

He notices how your hands move in certain patterns or motions when you’re feeling stressed or overwhelmed, and he gently encourages you to stim whenever you need to

Jesse actually finds it endearing and comforting when you fidget with the collar of his shirt

He sees it as a way for you to feel grounded and connected to him, and he always lets you do it without hesitation

Whenever you’re cuddling or sitting close together, Jesse intentionally wears shirts with soft collars, knowing that it brings you a sense of calm and security to fidget with them

He often holds your hand or intertwines your fingers when you’re feeling particularly anxious, providing you with a sense of physical reassurance and comfort

Jesse never rushes you or makes you feel pressured to stop stimming

He respects your boundaries and always creates a safe and accepting environment for you

He learns about different stimming techniques and tools that can help you manage your sensory needs better, and he’s always willing to try new things to support you

Jesse is observant and attentive to your nonverbal cues, knowing when you need a moment alone to stim or when you need his presence and support

He often incorporates activities that allow you to stim into your daily routine, whether it’s going for walks, playing with fidget toys, or engaging in sensory-friendly activities together

Jesse constantly reassures you that your stimming is completely normal and nothing to be ashamed of

He loves and accepts you exactly as you are

Jesse learns about autism and its various aspects to better understand his girlfriend’s needs and experiences

He creates a calming and predictable routine for you both, knowing that structure can provide stability and comfort

Jesse communicates openly with you, discussing any changes or plans in advance to minimize surprises

He sets up a quiet and sensory-friendly space in your home where his you can retreat when feeling overwhelmed

Jesse encourages you to engage in activities that you enjoy and finds ways to incorporate you into your daily routine

He offers gentle reminders and prompts to help you stay organized and on track with tasks and appointments

Jesse provides emotional support and reassurance during challenging situations, offering comfort and understanding

He actively listens to your concerns and respects your boundaries, always prioritizing your comfort and well-being

Jesse educates his friends about autism, helping them understand how to best support and help you when something’s up

He advocates for your needs in social settings, stepping in to explain or intervene if necessary to ensure your comfort

He participates in activities that you enjoy, showing genuine interest and enthusiasm for your hobbies

Jesse researches and introduces new coping strategies and sensory tools that may benefit you

He remains patient and understanding, recognizing that everyone experiences the world differently and embracing the differences between you two

Jesse continually learns and grows alongside his girlfriend, adapting his approach to best support you as you navigate life together

Jesse pays close attention to your verbal and non-verbal cues, ensuring clear communication and mutual understanding throughout

He creates a comfortable and sensory-friendly environment, minimizing distractions and providing a safe space for you to relax

Jesse prioritizes his girlfriend’s pleasure and enjoyment, focusing on your needs and desires during sex moments

He takes the time to discuss boundaries and preferences with you beforehand, respecting your limits and boundaries at all times

Jesse engages in gentle and reassuring touch, using soft caresses and strokes to help you feel relaxed and at ease

He remains attuned to your responses, adjusting his actions and pacing based on your comfort level and feedback

Jesse encourages open communication during sex, inviting you to express your feelings and desires without judgment

He incorporates sensory stimulation that you enjoy, such as specific textures or sensations, to enhance your pleasure

Jesse maintains eye contact and verbal reassurance, offering words of encouragement and affirmation to you throughout

He checks in with you regularly, asking if you are comfortable and if there’s anything you need or want to change

Jesse creates a sense of safety and trust, fostering an environment where you feel free to explore and express yourself sexually

He embraces your unique way of experiencing sex, adapting his approach to suit your preferences and comfort level

He avoids sudden or unexpected movements, providing gentle guidance and support to help you feel secure

Jesse focuses on emotional connection as well as physical pleasure, prioritizing sex and closeness in your sexual experiences

Jesse remains attentive and responsive to your needs and desires, ensuring that your sexual encounters are mutually satisfying and fulfilling

Jesse feels proud and honored that you choose to join him on patrols, recognizing your intelligence and capabilities

He admires your bravery and determination, knowing that you are more than capable of handling yourself in challenging situations

Jesse values your unique perspective and skills, seeing you as an asset during patrols and missions

He prioritizes your safety and well-being, ensuring that you have the necessary support and resources while patrolling together

Jesse trusts your judgment and decision-making abilities, knowing that you are capable of handling yourself in any situation that may arise

He enjoys spending time with his girlfriend on patrols, cherishing the opportunity to work together and strengthen their bond

Jesse remains attentive to your needs and comfort level while patrolling, offering reassurance and support as needed

He encourages you to communicate openly about your experiences and feelings while on patrol, fostering a sense of trust and teamwork

Jesse respects your autonomy and independence, allowing you to take the lead or contribute in your own way during patrols

He acknowledges any challenges or difficulties you may face while patrolling, offering encouragement and understanding throughout

Jesse values your contributions and insights during patrols, appreciating your unique perspective and problem-solving skills

He remains vigilant and protective of you while on patrol, ensuring that you are safe and supported at all times

Jesse communicates openly with his girlfriend about the risks and dangers of patrolling, seeking your input and collaboration in decision-making

He prioritizes clear communication and coordination with you while on patrol, working together seamlessly to achieve their objectives

Jesse acknowledges and respects your boundaries and comfort level during patrols, adjusting their approach as needed to ensure your well-being

Jesse cherishes the opportunity to patrol alongside his girlfriend, savoring the moments you share together while working towards a common goal

Ellie deeply values her best friend’s presence on patrols, recognizing your unique perspective and attention to detail, which often spot things others might miss

Despite your autism, Ellie views you as an essential and equal member of the patrol team, treating you with respect and admiration for your intelligence and capabilities

Ellie feels a sense of responsibility towards her best friend, ensuring you feel comfortable and safe while on patrol, and always ready to provide support or assistance whenever needed

She occasionally worries about her best friend’s well-being during patrols, especially in dangerous or high-stress situations, but trusts your abilities and instincts to handle yourself effectively

Joel respects your intelligence and capabilities, recognizing your unique strengths and skills that make you a valuable asset on patrols

He feels a sense of protectiveness towards you, understanding that you may face additional challenges due to your autism, but admiring your determination to overcome them and contribute effectively to your patrol missions

Joel appreciates your honesty and sincerity, finding your straightforwardness refreshing and valuable, especially during critical moments on patrol where clear communication is essential

Despite any initial reservations or concerns, Joel quickly realizes your capabilities and trusts you to handle yourself competently during patrols, treating you as an equal and valued member of their team

If there would be someone bothering you Jesse would feel protective of you, especially knowing that you may have difficulty handling certain situations

He would approach the situation calmly but assertively, intervening if the random person is bothering you

Jesse would prioritize your comfort and well-being above everything else, making sure you feel safe and supported

He might try to defuse the situation peacefully by calmly talking to the random person and asking them to leave you alone

If the random person doesn’t listen, Jesse would be prepared to take more decisive action to ensure your safety, but he would try to avoid escalating the situation unnecessarily

Jesse would make sure to reassure you afterward, letting you know that he’s there for you and that you don’t have to face such situations alone

He might also discuss strategies with you on how to handle similar situations in the future, empowering you to advocate for yourself

Jesse would be understanding of any anxiety or distress you may feel after the encounter and would be there to provide comfort and support

He would also make sure to check in on you regularly to see how you’re feeling and if there’s anything else he can do to help

Overall, Jesse’s priority would be to create a safe and supportive environment for his girlfriend, where she feels loved, respected, and protected

As your best friend Ellie would immediately step in to defend you, not hesitating to confront the random person

She would use her quick wit and sharp tongue to shut down the person bothering you, making it clear that they’re not welcome

Ellie’s protective instincts would kick in, and she would make it known that messing with her friend is not something she takes lightly

She might use humor or sarcasm to diffuse the tension and lighten the mood, but her underlying message would be clear: back off

Ellie would stay by your side throughout the encounter, offering you support and solidarity

She would make sure you feel safe and reassured, using her own confidence and strength to bolster her friend’s spirits

Ellie might also try to distract you afterward, engaging you in a fun activity or conversation to take your mind off the incident

She would be fiercely protective of your emotional well-being, offering a listening ear and a shoulder to lean on if needed

Ellie would make it clear to the random person that bothering you is not something she’ll tolerate, and she’ll be keeping an eye out to ensure it doesn’t happen again

Overall, Ellie’s loyalty and fierce protectiveness would shine through as she stands up for her best friend and ensures she feels supported and defended

Joel having a soft spot for you would feel a surge of protective instinct towards you, wanting to shield you from any harm or discomfort

He might initially feel a bit more reserved in his approach compared to Jesse and Ellie, but his protective instincts would still drive him to intervene

Joel would calmly assess the situation and step in to defuse any tension, using his calm demeanor and authoritative presence to assertively handle the situation

He would make it clear to the random person that bothering you is not acceptable, firmly but respectfully insisting that they leave you alone

Joel’s protective nature would extend to your emotional well-being, and he would make sure you feel supported and reassured throughout the encounter

He might offer you a comforting presence, standing by your side and subtly communicating his support and solidarity

Joel would be observant of your cues and emotions, tuning in to your needs and offering his assistance or guidance as necessary

After the encounter, Joel would check in on you to see how you’re feeling and offer you any additional support or reassurance you may need and he might offer you some good coffee too

He would also make it clear to the random person that bothering you is not something he’ll tolerate, and he’ll be keeping an eye out to ensure it doesn’t happen again

Overall, Joel’s protective instincts and caring nature would shine through as he ensures you feel safe, supported, and defended

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lovely-vermin · 1 year

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Hello! Do you think you could write about how the welcome home neighbors would react to a musician!reader?

Like someone who plays a ton of instruments, and plays around the neighborhood.

love your writing! ❤️

Aww thanks neighbor and of course I can!! Also I’m sorry for the long wait neighbor! Been busy with school!

Welcome home with a Musician!GN!Reader

Summary:every neighborhood has their own musician! Don’t they?

Characters:I’m doing them all! Expect poppy as I had 0 ideas on what to write for her sorry! Usually I’d add poppy yet I couldn’t as I had no ideas sorry!!

Warnings?:Reader gets called symphony or melody but it’s bc of their hobbie! Reader is said to be soft spoken but it can be changed! Some Creepy stuff I think,idk it’s mentioned Reader’s song reminds people to much of home the uncanny one or them secretly saying things through music

Wally darling

-he LOVES music! After hearing the audio of him singing I fully believe that he loves music and singing!

-Often times when you play your music Wally ask if he can sing as you play. You say of course and you two become a wonderful musician duo,honestly it sounds like paradise as you play your instrument and he sings

-He sometimes watches your hands as they work the instrument. He’s very confused on how it works or how the noises are made but yet they sound so elegant and perfect when you do it!

-Everyone heard the familiar tune of their favorite musician and the soft humming of the neighborhood darling. It was always a calm and peaceful song which made it better as almost everyone had a bad day. “Ya think it’s working wals?” The soft voice spoke from the musician. “Of course,our friends always cheer up when you and I play!” You smiled at that and continued. That’s your favorite thing in this neighborhood,everyone is so positive

Barnaby B. Beagle

-he finds it interesting,it’s mentioned Barnaby taught Wally to sing so I think sometimes on rare occasions you two have a duet

-when he can’t sleep he’ll ask if you can play something for him,often it’ll be through the phone and you both end up asleep. It’s very cute to see!

-Sometimes the others just find you two,no movements,you playing your instrument,him staring at you as if you two are silently discussing something…they don’t know what but it worries them whenever they find out it happens more often then they think…

-Wally was walking to Barnaby’s house to ask a question but once he opened the door he saw a sight he wished stop. It’s was the silent song or what the others have named it. “Ahem!” Soon you stopped and Barnaby looked at Wally smiling. “Wally buddy! What do you need?” “I wanted to know what you do when your bored,I’m out of paint and do not know what to do!” “Well I practice my jokes” soon you chimed in. “Usually I’m with others or just making imaginary stories in my head about every day objects..” “hmm…thank you friends!” “Of course bud!” You just nodded as Wally left still not completely over the silent song.

Sally Starlet

-She absolutely loves it! She loves all music (sometimes sad ones) no matter what language even if she can’t understand!

-She’ll ask if you can play some music for her plays. She often gives you the descriptions of what the feeling should be or at least feel like!

-Sometimes when she feels sad and lonely she’ll go to you and listen to you play your music. It comforts her a lot!

-The play was beauty and the beast,a favorite of her because of Belle’s character design and personality. Everyone was in awe as they heard the balls music be play from your instrument which may I say you looked very focused on. The play was splendid and the music just added everything to it!

Eddie Dear

-He absolutely loves joyful and happy music but he loves hearing it from you! He hasn’t heard live music since…since…oh he cannot remember when but he believes he’s heard it live before!

-Sometimes certain songs or melodys remind of an unknown memory. When that happens every sees him just sitting beside you,eyes shut,sorta leaning on you,and listening to you play. It reminds them of how a son would wait beside his mother or father but accidentally fall asleep on the floor

-Eddie does love it when music from you is playing as he does his job adds more joy to him! Everyone sees him with more bounce and joy in his steps which is honestly such a sight to see!

- “Heya Melody!” You looked at the familiar mailman waving at you as you softly put down your instrument in its case so you could go walk and greet Eddie. “Heya Eds…any mail today?” Your voice was soft as usually and sorta shy but he heard perfectly fine as he smiled and brought out some mail for you. “Of course symphony!” “Thanks eds” “no problem!” You waved goodbye as he left to another house,such a sweet guy!

Frank Frankly

-He is intrigued and interested. I feel like he likes to learn about unknown things he doesn’t understand or know about and your instrument falls under the ‘how does it work and make sound?’ Category!

-He’ll ask questions about your music and instrument and why you chose it. He wants to learn more about his neighbors hobby and his neighbor!

-When he’s to frustrated he’ll just silently sit beside you and listen to the sound from your instrument. It always calms him down,he listens to music but yours is special and is just perfect to calm him down.

-You and Eddie were butterfly watching as a new butterfly flew to your instrument and landed on it. “Woah…” “seems to like your music has well!” That made you smile as Frank took a picture of the sight. It wasn’t surprising as butterflies and moths always land on your instrument

Julie Joyful

-She adores it! She adores and listens to all type of music even if it’s not her type or if she doesn’t understand it!

-She will hum a tone as you play because she kinda wants to join but doesn’t know how! It makes everyone feel so warm and comfortable yet feels like home!

-Julie will sing a few silly lyrics if she wants to! Often you play your tone she’ll get you to dance with her as she wants you to dance with her!

-Humming and a tune playing was heard,Wally wasn’t singing but he knew it was Julie. You two often do duets randomly. “You got an amazing voice Juls” “Aww thanks Melody! Your song and little tune is quite impressive!” “Thanks,lots of hard work!”

Howdy Pillar

-He finds it very very comforting to hear a new sound of tunes! Most times it’s just his market’s music playing so hearing something completely new gives him comfort!

-He does get very stress so when he is stress he’ll go to you so he can listen to your tune. It’s very comforting to him as you play a tune that sounds to much like home…

-He does hum a tune you play often as he works without noticing! It shows you how much you play the tune and how it sticks to them like glue! Yet whenever they sing it they only remember some memory they didn’t know exist

-People we’re going in and out yet they heard him humming the tune,the tune Y/N plays. Howdy does it often without realizing yet no one dares point it out! They all find it wholesome and adorable! Howdy remembers running along the woods as his ma watched him,he ended up falling but then got pulled up by someone who looked a little to much like Y/N yet….he knows he’s never seen Y/N before but his ma did say he forgets something from his past time to time so maybe that’s why!

#welcome home arg x reader #welcome home x reader #welcome home x you #gn reader #x gn reader #gender neutral reader #can be seen as platonic or romantic #welcome home #beloved anon #neighborly anon

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ikenovjournals · 1 year

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WALLY DARLING X READER Title: I Stare Into The Eyes Of Love

Summary: You experience a nightmare that seems oddly real, and it all has to do with meeting the infamous, Wally Darling.

There is a saying, that the eye is the window to the soul.

They reflect our every emotion,

You're so lovely, neighbor

our thoughts

You look so pretty, oops did I say it outloud?

our deepest desires

I do believe you're the absolute most

and our fears

I feel as though, I could just g̴̨̣͖̫̳̜̫̫̿̋̋̆̊́̃̄͠ơ̵̡̪̙͉͆̅̔̂̆̃̌̏̄̌̊̽̚b̷̫̬̤͎̼͓̬͎̟̳̤̲̲̾́̏̑͗̂͋͒͊͝ͅb̵͎̩̮̰̺͔̺̟̱͖̟͔̣̃͑͌͛̐͐̈́́̇̿̀̕͠ͅͅl̴̨̨͎̬̜̦̦͚͔̩͉̥̝͈̈͆̎͛̇̒̌̑̊̾́̅͊̓̕ë̵̛̞̤̙̘͖́̂̾̓̇̇̒̽ ̴̛̛̜̩̟̥̠̫͎̯̘͇͕̰̄̃̎͂̄́̇̕͝͠͠y̶̨̙̩̯̳͚̤͖̜̣̾̑͌͜ͅǫ̴͔̭̗͎̳̥̱̼͍̱̰̾͑̈̈͛͐̌́͝ǘ̵̞͇̆̎̈́̃͑̅͛̌͛͝ ̷̖̪̙̦̳̳͛̄̀̏̐̎̇̏̈́̇͝ͅu̶̧̨̧̪͎̯͇͕͙̭̟̳̦̼̥͛̑̔p̴̡̥̝͚̰̭͇̤͙͎̟̼͎̐̌͂͒̏͒͋͊͒̽̀͘͠ ̸̢͇͓̝͉̝̬̩̎̂̿̈́̑̾͌̓̄͝͝ͅb̶̤͓̈̈͐̀̈́́͌͝ỵ̵̡̼̥͓̭̬͓̯̣̼̳̝̓̄̎͜ ̷̨̧̹̖̙̝̹̰̳̆̆̓̏n̵̢̯̩͓̟͔̝͎͕͕̬̖͐̑͛̒̌̓̈́̀͑́̅͘̕̚͝ͅò̶̧͎̪̞͍̭̯͔̳̺̉̇̇́͆͘͜w̸̯͈̦͑̈́͗̍͐̈́͌̋̿͂͠͝ͅ.̴̡̛̯͔̯̻͎̭͕͔͎̞͊̌͗̐̿̕͝

You run frantically, the eyes watching you gradually getting bigger and more real and terrifying. You wanted to escape to anything, anything but this hellscape.

It doesn't help that running felt exhausting as you begin to think that the dark tunnel you've been sprinting to was truly infinite and there was nothing to escape those eyes.

But those eyes aren't the only thing you've been running away from.

You always thought Wally was a charming, goofy, little guy who loves his friends, Home, apples, painting, and you. oh did he love you.

And you felt it so much, Wally has always liked staring at everything but the way he stares at you is different, it was like he was glancing right through your soul, getting to know everything about you.

From mundane facts such as you're favorite hobbies, your favorite songs, and colors, to your dreams and ambitions, and finally, your fears.

He told you, he promised you that if you felt terrified of something, you could always approach him as he would do everything to keep you safe, for he truly and undoubtedly loves you.

And so when you came knocking t his door, panicking about strange eyes following you and weird nightmares about Home, he kept letting you in his Home, and cuddled you, kissing your tears away as sleep takes over.

You thought he was safe, you thought he was comfort, you thought.. he was home but-

"Y/N, you can't keep running forever."

And yet, you keep running, doing everything in your power to get away from this man...or was he even a man in the first place?

All you knew, was the moment you stayed for a single day at his Home, he did everything in his power to keep you beside him. He reassured you he was only doing this to protect you. But that was until you requested that he'd stopped. And at first, he looked like he complied, but the next thing you know, static took over your eyes.

And when you woke up, Wally was there standing right in front of your bounded self. He explained that he didn't want to do this when all he wanted was to keep you safe, or more else, keep you all to himself.

You couldn't protest even if you tried, he kept your mouth shut as he kept gushing about you. He was lovesick, and usually you'd find this endearing, but Wally has gone too far.

And so with the opportunity to escape, you kept running, running to avoid him, trying to ignore all of his threats and his remorseful cries that you tried to convince yourself where crocodile tears to keep going.

But alas, Wally had enough.

Through some power, he teleported right in front of you. And being exhausted and too scared to run away again. You surrendered, which Wally delightfully took.

"Good...See, that wasn't so bad?" He lovingly said as he hoisted you up in a bridal carry, all whilst looking you dead into your tired and weary eyes. Even now, he still lovingly stares at you, the love of his life, the one he deems the absolute most.

"You've been exhausting yourself with this nonsense running, my love. But don't fret, a lot of my TLC will get you right back up! After all." Wally whispered.

"You don't want to keep your eyes closed forever, do you?"

And you wake up.

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Hi. How are you? Anyways, Im so addicted to your Dark Peter Parker stories. Thank you for sharing the stories. Please more dark peter or dom Tom. Either the two, id love to read! Keep up the good work! 😘😊

Non-Fiction (dom!Tom)

Summary: Tom's been wondering what it is about your new book that has you reading it ALL the time. Themes: just smut (18+) w/c: 2.1k a lil shorty

A/n: doing dom!tom because I have other plans for dark!peter!!!!! Also this was written very quickly so excuse any mistakes!!

MASTERLIST

Tom should've known that there was something about the giddiness over your new purchase that it was going to completely steal you away from him. It was a book of encyclopedic mass, weighty with pages and littered with tiny inscriptions on each page. You were a habitual reader, that much he knew and he enjoyed seeing you embrace your hobby, wrapped up on the sofa with a mug of tea sitting precariously across your middle while your hands hold your book. Tom himself didn't have much time to read, but he offers you the time to tell him about the stories you read, and your storytelling is probably the next best thing beside reading.

But there was something about your new book in particular that had your undivided attention, stealing every minute of your waking life and it was stealing every opportunity Tom had to spend time with you. It was rare to see your hands empty of it and Tom was determined to find out why.

"Hey bubs?" Tom called from the kitchen entrance. "What do you want for dinner? There's some left over stir fry in the fridge?" The echo of his voice travelled around the house but yet remained unanswered which was strange; he was sure you were in the house. "Bubs?" He tried again but no avail, no response. He didn't exactly want to go searching for you, but it seemed he had no other option.

He found you in the bedroom, sat upon the small fabric couch that sits in front of the bay window, overlooking your garden. Of course, you were reading your book and Tom couldn't see your face it was perched so closely to you. Only when Tom circled around the couch did he see the crimson glow to your cheeks and the bashful smile that pulled at your lips. It painted a rather guilty look on your face, like you had been caught doing something you shouldn't.

"Hello? Lights on, nobody home?"

Tom's voice broke you from your reverie and he didn't miss the way you held your book so defensively to your chest. He quirked an eyebrow. "I've been shouting on you, didn't you hear me?"

"Oh, sorry. I was...reading."

"So I see. That good?"

A coy laugh spilled and your blush returned, eyes pulling elsewhere with what Tom interpreted as...embarrassment?

"Y-yeah. It's pretty good."

"Care to share?"

"NO! No--I mean, you probably won't like it anyway, it's not for everyone."

Tom's eyes roamed over you, face and body, its language screaming that it had something to hide. Not only did you deny him of explaining your story, which you never do, but your eyes panicked at his request, slamming over the pages and hiding the book behind the cushion, not to mention the dead give-away of your terrible lying. It was all adding up to something very suspicious indeed.

Tom folded his arms, a sly smirk on his face. He had a plan. "Is that right? What happened to don't judge a book by its cover?"

"Uh...well, I just--I know the book and I know you and I don't think you would like it. I'm saving you time."

"Well can I spend that time with my girlfriend? She's been awfully caught up in this book of hers." Tom leaned down and aimed for your lips, capturing them in a soft kiss. You were so caught up in it that you didn't compute Tom's hand sliding under the cushion, grabbing the hard cover of the book and pulling it out from its hiding place. You were just a second too slow and you stood mortified as Tom held it firmly in his grasp.

"Tom, give it back." You warned.

"I just want to see what the fuss is about!"

"There is no fuss! Give it!"

You pounced but he narrowly side stepped out of your path, and the two of you continued on with what seemed like a disjointed waltz around the room for a couple of minutes, clambering over each other in a desperation to claim back what was yours.

When all hope was lost (mainly because Tom had grappled both your wrists in his fist) you gave in, surrendering to your embarrassment and your teeth sunk into your lip. Cautious eyes watched for every slight change in his facial expression as his eyes dragged across the sentences on the page. Your heart raced inside you because you knew what page he was reading, you knew what graphic filth was being depicted and you were utterly mortified that those pages saw the light of day by someone other than yourself.

Tom wasn't sure what to expect, so when he learned that the book was endless pages of extreme eroticism, he was quite surprised. But he gave away nothing of his shock, and his stone cold eyes continued to roam the pages while you worryingly wriggled beside him. On the inside though, he was a devil chuckling at your expense.

The silence gave him time to think and the more he read, the more he could begin to understand why it had you so hooked; it was hot, arousing and sensual, far beyond the reaches of anything you've tried before, but after seeing your blushes, your teeth sinking into your lip and hearing your cute, little squeals made Tom consider the possibility that everything inside this book was your fantasy.

Tom held your gaze and you held your breath. A beat, and then a smirk.

"Keira was aroused from her slumber to find that she was detained in what she figured was chains; twisting and burning at her skin as she fretted and fussed--"

"Tom--"

"A cold, concrete wall stood behind her, feeling the delicate touches of her soft skin as she squirmed on the spot. With her arms above her head, her legs spread, and a blackness over her eyes, she was unquestionably vulnerable. She didn't dare think about what lay ahead of her, especially now that her capture had entered the room, or what he liked to call, the dungeon."

"La, la, la, la, la, not listening!" Your attempts to break free were hampered by Tom pulling you even closer than before. Your cheeks were burning and you tried everything you could to block out the salacious words of your book, wishing you could shut your ears as tightly as your eyes had shut. Yet, Tom continued.

"The clinking of the chains on her wrists and ankles entered her ears, completely unaware that her capture was actually relieving her of their tight grip. Shortly after, her blindfold was lifted and within seconds, she found herself staring into the silver eyes of her capture. The sight haunted her, and before she was able to take her first bare-footed step towards her escape, Keira was once again snatched by the hand of her capture. Grunting, he tugged her closer--" With a short yelp, you found yourself pressed against Tom's chest, his eyes still glued to the book. "--lifted his lips to her ear and whispered..."

You held your breath and Tom's plush lips pressed against the shell of your ear, following every action just as the book described.

"Get. On. The. Bed."

Oh my God.

The shake in your breath as you released it had Tom smirking. In the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of you trying to compose yourself, trying with every bit of self-control to contain what girly squeal was bubbling in your throat. It was conjuring up so many emotions that you could barely say a word.

"Didn't you hear me?"

Bewildered, you stared blankly at him. That's not what happens next..."What?"

"I said get on the bed. I'm not going to ask again."

Tom slammed the book closed, a mighty thump in your ear before its discarded onto the couch, leaving nothing to stand in between you and a somewhat demanding Tom. Is this a joke or...?

You crossed your legs at the sight of Tom tilting his head just ever so slightly, his patience clearly being tested and it was the last hint you needed to know that he wasn't joking. Suddenly, the room felt like it was on fire, parts of you sweltering, suffering in its heat but you felt like you couldn't move. Fuck, you were so aroused it was ridiculous.

"Three..." Three? Three what? Three times he's asked? Three times I've ignored him, fuck, three what!? "Two..."

Shit. It's a countdown. Bed. Now!

Tom's heavy footsteps followed soon after, not sparing you a second to settle upon the sheets before your yanked back by him, a struggle that resulted with you on your back and Tom shadowing over you. Arms above your head, your legs kicked far apart, Keira sprung to mind, the very character you had been silently envying for the last few weeks and now that you faced a similar situation, your heart was tripping up over itself.

Above you, Tom smoldered wickedly with a mischievous glint to his eye.

"Tom, what is this?" You nervously giggled.

"I've been wondering what it is about that bloody book of yours that's been distracting you, stealing you from me. Now I know. Are you really that bored of me, love?"

"What?! No! No, of course not--"

"Let's make sure of that then, because I should be the one who makes you blush and squirm and fulfil all your fantasies. Me. Your boyfriend. Not some fictional book. Besides..." His lips planted a hungry kiss to the side of your neck, underneath your ear. "Why read it when you can experience it?"

Tom's hot mouth roamed your neck, sucking and biting every inch of flesh his lips could find, branding you as his very own. His grip around your hands became tighter as you moans grew louder, the provocative sounds triggering him to start desperately rutting into you. "Who knew my girl was so filthy?"

"Fuck, Tom."

"Say my name again."

"Tom!"

Tom released a resounding grunt, aiming all of his uncontrollable lust and desire into tearing a hole into your leggings - something he had never done before. No matter, you didn't stop him, too distracted by his sudden animosity - one similar to Keira's capture in your book - to say anything otherwise.

It wasn't a coincidence that everything Tom was doing was exactly how the book described it; how the capture took complete control and ownership over Keira, stripping her of what clothes covered her modesty, handling her with such unbridled strength that she couldn't fight against it, doing what he could to tease out the pleasure he knew was locked away inside her.

And there you were, at Tom's mercy as he buried his head between your thighs, crying out for release. You writhed upon the bed, shaking at the harsh lashings of Tom's tongue coursing through your folds, finding your sensitive bud with every intention to abuse it. He flicked, swiped and sucked where he could, doing everything within his power to make you fall apart beneath him. You both hummed simultaneously, you finding pleasure in the way he takes you within his mouth, and him finding complete ecstasy as you became wetter and wetter.

You were slipping over the edge, mere seconds from giving into the pressure building in your abdomen and nothing convinced you to relinquish that control more than the hungry, dark eyes of Tom staring up at you as he lapped up your cunt.

As quickly as it had arrived, it disappeared.

"Fuck!" The frustration in your voice filled the room. An angry stare was passed Tom's way who was rising to a stand.

"Do you not remember how the book goes, love? The capture doesn't allow Keira to cum, at least not until the morning."

"You're...you're not serious, are you?"

"Oh, I'm deadly serious." Tom flashed you a wink, the only affection he showed before his hands twisted you around to your front, your head buried into the sheets by the hand coiled around the nape of your neck. Your breath hitched in your throat the second you felt the tip of Tom's cock skating through your slick, a small warning of what lay ahead of you.

Just then, his whispered words found your ears.

"After this, you're not going to even remember that that book exists. You want fantasy? You come to me, got it?"

You opened your mouth to answer, but he deliberately pushed his cock into you and nothing but shaky breaths and muffled moans seeped out. The feeling was too insatiable for words.

A harsh hand whipped across your ass. "Hmm, that's what I thought."

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