#peaceful...place ...TvT

[drifterways]

Location - 陽射しの廃駅-Abandoned station in the sunshine by HANI.

Thundercracker Avatar - Frosty Fiend

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[cutielights]

Hi!! I don't know what I'm doing so I apologize if I'm doing this wrong, please bare with me haha. Can I ask for something with the Rise guys and a hypervigilant/otherwise anxious S/O? Even if not your stuff is super sweet and good comfort material, have a nice day ^^

hey lovely! <3 you’re not doing this wrong at all! This sounds super sweet :D <3

Merging req’s bc they have the same vibe

also you requested this over a year ago anons TvT I AM SO SORRY!!! <3333

Reader is G/N as always! Unspecified if you are human or a yo’kai

Rise Boys X Hyper-Anxious S/O

Content: reader has an anxiety (?) attack. comfort.

LEO

Leo knows how it feels, his insomnia worsening after the Kraang, anxiety through the roof. So of course he knows how to comfort you!

Tea time’s with him become more frequent after the Kraang, an attempt to bring some calmness back into both of your lives.

The hidden city skate park is usually a loud, busy, fun place. But on some days it becomes overwhelming, anxiety inducing, the people about making you bristle at the very touch of brushing arms.

He’ll catch up to you, hand landing on a stiff shoulder. His face falters at your tense expression.

“Hey babe?”

“Yeah?”

“You want me to portal us out?”

“Yeah.”

You don’t land in the Lair, you land on a rooftop, on the outskirts of the Hidden City. The view is nice, and you rest your head on his shoulder to admire it. Touch within your control. Leo wraps an arm around you, sneakily watching your face out the corner of his eye.

RAPH

He’s always vigilant and looking out for his brothers. So with you? Of course he’ll understand, take up the mantle of your protector. It’s no trouble for big red.

Snuggles are a must. Lying on his plastron. Gentle touches on your back. Soft circles rubbed into the base of your spine. Lazy shapes traced onto your arm by the edge of his claws, being ever so careful not to hurt or startle you in the process.

“You feelin’ okay?”

“Mhm…”

“Too much today?”

“Mhm.”

“Wanna stay with Raph a little longer?”

The stuffies surrounding you guys have comfy faces, the kind of cute faces that disintegrate all your anxieties. You stare at them for a while longer, relaxing into your boyfriend’s hold.

You feel a kiss pressed to your forehead, butterflies flitting around your stomach in response. Smiling, you lean up to kiss his cheek, getting the same smile in return.

DONNIE

The Lab is quiet, soft ambiance usually enough to soothe your mind.

But on the days where it’s not? The days where it feels as if everyone is out to get you? Donatello will just scoop you up, moving you to sit on his lap as he works.

“Sorry, I, I know I should have asked.”

“No, it’s fine… you feel safe.”

“…You feel safe too.”

“Hug?”

“Hug.”

The soft clicking of keys on his keyboard as he’s typing, the slight movement of one hand up and down your back. It feels nice. It feels like a warm blanket, your safety net to fall back on.

The different plants in the corner of the lab mellow out the smell of old coffee. A recognisable smell, one you’ve grown accustomed to. It’s so familiar that just the scent alone relaxes your body now.

Quiet beeps and chirps come through the lab, melting into white noise. You can see blue light reflecting in his glasses from the corner of your eye.

Peace at last.

MIKEY

He’s so quiet and gentle with you when you need it, perhaps after an anxiety attack he wasn’t there for, or when he can sense one coming on. If he finds you curled up in a dark corner, away from the people and the noise, his eyes will soften, carefully moving closer to sit next to you.

“Are you okay….?”

“Yeah.”

“Have you been crying?”

“No.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No.”

“…”

“…”

“Do you want a hug?”

“Yeah.”

A warm, comforting, soft hug. It feels like returning home after a hard day, you really should ask for more of these. Kisses lightly peppered all over your face just to elicit a giggle out of you.

You guys can stay together away from the people all day if you want.

He has blanket forts set up in his room, an absurd amount of them. You can stay there on bad days when all feels lost, watching him draw in his sketchbook. The soothing sound of pencil over paper and indecipherable murmuring enough to send you to sleep.

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[leyaholmes]

Verso Imagine ; I will never let you go away from me again

I do not recommend to read this before you had finished Act 1 and 2

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, I try my best, please be gentle. And I don't have finish the game yet, so some description are going to be unclear because I don't now the why from the how and the for what of the question.

This is an idea, not my best, but the best I can do without having finished the game yet.

It takes me 4 days, I am not gonna lie, I'm happy to be free form this story now TvT

TW : mention of dead, near-death experience, mourning, angst but fluffy ending.

You were part of the expedition Zero with Verso. For the first expedition everyone was naive enough to be happy to "save the world". Nothing would had never prepared you to the truth.

At first, neither you or Verso see a problem to the immortality. It was before realizing you were having to kill everyone who will ever try to save the world too for keeping it. Quickly, you had decided to live with your life choices but without hurting anyone who had never the luck to choose.

Renoir was a problem. This man will always be a problem as long as he will breath. So when it was appearing clearly that Verso will not continued to help him, he had tried to separate you and Verso. Killing you was according to him the best way to do it. Renoir was convincing himself that without you Verso will finally see the true.

Tough luck, you were not likely to make his project easier and Verso was not to. You had would to run away with Verso by your side. But Verso, stubborn he was, only desired to fight his father. He convinced you to go away without him, saying he will found you later. Accordinf to him, your priority was to escape from Renoir. You had hesitated a long time before finally leave without him. After all he seemed like if he was knowing what to do more than you.

When he found you, three weeks after this event while you were sure you had let him die, he was looking exhausted. But the main shock come from the scar on his face. It was still fresh. Worried for him, you proposed you help that he refused. He had passed the night alone, in an isolated corner of your makeshift camp.

Since, your life with Verso was "peaceful". If we take apart all the remorse, the pain and the distress you shared. The life was certainly boring and dangerous sometimes, but you were grateful to be both in this, and not alone. Being alone in this world where the time had seemed to stop for the objects, when for trade with the Gestrals you have to fight (Monoco who the only hobby was to fight everything and everyone was just the icing on the cake) and with the giants Nevrons. Even if it's on some point of view this was an amazing place and that in despite of everything you were liking Gestrals, anyways, you also had good reasons to go crazy.

Your relation-ship with Verso was complicated. He did not share anything about his life, the conversation you can have were always vague and unclear and he was having this odious habit to disappear without any warning. But, he was having a good heart, always carrying even if he kept distance between you and him, always ready to help and always the first to have problem for his friends. Like this day when you were looking for Esquie's stones and a Nevron taken both of you by surprise. But most of the time he was distant with you when he was more open with Monoco or Esquie. Till an event that had made him change his behaviour…

Verso had disapeared again when you chosed to do something for keeping busy your mind. It was better than waiting him to return to the camp with anxiety. You decided to hunt some Nevron that were making your camp in danger those last days because pf their proximity. During the hunt you had faced a Nevron really strong. Type of them you usally avoid because they are so tall that they can eat you. You had tried to bypass it, but a wrong sum of distance made you fell. The Nevron turned to you and throwed his hand on you. You started to run but can not escaped from the giant hand. You felt your body been lift in the air. You tried to cut the Nevron's fingers but your sword had strayed on the ground. You used an another sword but it was more little than the one you had losted.

At the same time, you saw the mouth came closer. Your first thought in this situation was to Verso because if you die like this he will be alone. And the second was that you will absolutely not die by beenning eat. The Nevron maked a strident scream as you cut permanently one of his finger. In a desperate way to slow uour fall, you stabed your dagger in the Nevron body, which cut it all the way down because of your weight and the strenght with which you had fallen on him. You had done the half of the distance which separated you from the ground when your dagger go out the Nevron's body. You fell free during less than ten metre. Your body touched the grown with violence as you heard disgusting sound from your left leg. If the bones were only broken you could were lucky. The Nevron was now focus on his injuries more than you and gathering what was remaining of your determination, you ran untill the forest where you had will at least be protect from the giant Nevron.

Finally safe the adrenaline had started to leave slowly but surely your body as your leg started to hurt more and more. When you had realized you were lost, it was clear that you will not survive. You were ignoring where Verso can be, and anyway, you were alone in this forest. You were laying against a tree, closed eyes trying to forget the pain in your body as you were accepting the fatality.

When you regained consciousness you were laying on something definitively more comfortable than roots. You started to look for Verso around you but trying to move was harder than you expected.

"Do not dare to move, you have had enough issues today don't you think ?"

That was Verso voice without a doubt. Now he had changed his position you perfectly saw his figure against the light. He helped you to sit up a little more straight as he holded you a bowl of water.

"How did you find me ?" You asked once you were rehydrated.

Verso placed the bowl and looked at you. His gaze was grave. His skin seemed pale.

"You are very lucky because for the first time in my whole life I had decided to listen to a presentiment that made me looking for you. My way had crossed the way of that giant Nevron greatly messed up. And what was not my surprise when I found your sword on the grown and you were nowhere. When I had found you, you were breathing so fraily that I believed you were dead. That's how I found you."

You were thinking he was mad at first, but the light had reflected a tear running down his cheek. He seemed in fact, more hopeless than angry.

"I'm sorry." Was the only good thing you found to say. You move your hand on his, making him feel you were alive.

"Be more careful the next time. You need to rest now."

After this event, you became closer to Verso than never before. None of you ever said to the other that you were loving him, or at least liking his company. You had shared particular alchemy which needed no words to exist.

It was just living through your actions. Verso had taken the habit to check on you discreetly after each fight and reciprocally you did the same. But there are a lot of other things.

Like how you had learned to appreciated Verso's fighting obsession and you were always supporting him when he was fighting against the Gestrals or Monoco. You were so supportive that one day you had strated a street fight to "defend his honour" as you said. Reciprocally Verso learned to love your dancing obsession by watching you dance until late in the evening during quiet day.

Or how Verso was so surprise to learn that you were a dancer before the fracture as you were surprised to discover his love for write poems. One night he was observing you dancing. He approched you discreetly as possible. You did seen him only during a pirouette that make you end at two step of him. "You are magnificent" he whsipered so low that you had thinked to dream at first. You smiled adn thanked him. Later, when you gone to sleep, he had confided to you that he will love to see you dance while he was playing piano.

And even some days, when the weather was not pleasant, you were sleeping together because it will be unnecessary to get sick by catching cold.

Now, Verso was not going anywhere without you and you were more comfortable with his company than never before.

During three decades you lived pacified of your remorse, sharing them with each other the days when they come to haunt you. Three decades during which you had learned to love each other without having the need to tell it a single time. It was just in the exchanged look, in the air between you and your way to communicate.

When you were going out, Esquie was the first to tease Verso about why he does not proposed you. After all you were living together since so long and your mutual affection was clear. Worst, you were even not a couple because someone was too scared about his father to live each moment to the full. to Verso was always having the same answer : he was not loving you like a husband can love his wife or like a boyfriend is supposed to love his girlfriend. Esquie was always laughing at him, saying he was too hung-up and that on day it will be to late to make a move.

Sometimes Verso was surprising himself to wish he had listened to Esquie teasing more carefully.

Everything seemed to be fine while you were eating with Verso and Monoco at the top of a mountain after having defeated a lot of Stalacs and others Nevrons of all kinds. Monoco and Verso were, like they used to, argued about which one had killed the most of Nevrons. Of course, they were disapproved mutually the numbers they proposed to each other. You would been laughing with them if you did not felt sick. Since you woke up this morning you were feeling sick but a sickness really weird. You said nothing to your friends because you know they would haved postpone this trip. And despite your state, you were awared of the important for Monoco and Verso to pass time together and Verso would haved never leave you alone if you had been honest.

Now, sitting with them at the end of the day you were feeling the insistent gaze of Verso on you. He was clearly suspecting something. Speaking of the devil, Verso sat down by your side and taken a deep breathe before talking.

"What is happening with you ?" He asked gently.

"I do not know... I'm not feeling well. I probably need to sleep, it will go better later."

"You are sure ? Because, I did not want to be the overprotective guy of the team, more the time pass more pale you seem."

"I'm going to be ok, no reasons to worry I swear." I said during I stand up to take some deep breathe.

You were going in circles around the campfire, trying to escape to the pain, when suddenly a completely unexpected terror capture your body. Your body was paralysed, you were suddenly freezing. As you gaze met Verso you only saw the same terror than yours tormenting him. As he ran toward you, you had lowered your head looking to your body. The petals around it were gorgeous. Verso was calling you, terrified. Looking at him, you understood immediately that do not looked too good. Scared, you tried to hug him. You were not understanding what was happening but you did not had wanting to die.

Everything happened so fast, you had desperately screamed Verso name as you were walking toward him but before you even had a chance to reach him, you disappear. Literally. Of you, they were only lasting petals which were flying in the cold breeze.

And easily as it seemed to be, Verso and Monoco were now only two on the top of this moutain. The only proof of your existence was a bracelet in snow right where you just had disapeared. The one you made at the same time you made one to offer to Verso with complementary colours. Verso had never felt so distraught and useless than this day.

You were so naive to believe that after having found Gustave, Lune, Maelle and Sciel you will been capable of anything. Because the true was standing in front of you, awful and painful as always. An old man was killing Gustave in front of you and you can not done nothing to prevent this. You were hating to feel so useless, if you did not found a way to move quickly Maelle was going to die to.

You tried to save time by distracting the old man. You screamed, cried, insulted him, you had done everything you could without moving your body. The old man seemed to lost his patience enough to approach you. You continued to insult him and to demonstrate the hate you had for him. If you had to die, you had to make it something.

As the old man raised his cane to hit your face, you had closed your eyes. But the punch never came. When you opened your eyes the first think you saw was an expedition uniform. Nut it was really damaged and old. An unknow man saved your life.

Unknow did not felt to be the rightword to describe him, but you clearly can not had known this man in Lumiers because he was giving something you would never had forget if you had ever passed by him, if you had ever met him.

Even his voice when he talked to the old man seemed familiar to you.

As the old man disapear, you finally recovered your hability to move. You stood immediately and started to walk to the unknow man who disapear too before you can said anything. You did not even saw his face.

Later when you had set up a new camp in a deafening silence you finally had the chance to see the face Mister Mysterious. Maybe if you were not unsettled and tired as you were, you would asked important questions like "How do you find us ?" or "How can we be sure of your honesty ?" but the only thing question that escaped from your lips was "How did I know you ?".

Your gaze was meeting Verso gaze, you were sure this man was not as unknown for you as he was for the girls. By the way, the same girls were watching your awkward interaction with attention.

"I'm not really sure... For being honest you are looking exactly like a friend I had three decades ago. She was the victim of the gommage."

You prudently came closer to Verso.

"Since I am little, I make dreams about things I feel like I had already lived. When I wake up, I never remember exactly the people or the subject of the dream but I always feel a hole in my heart. Here, I had wrote all the things I was remembered after I wake up in this notebook since the last ten years." You said as you were holding out in the notebook.

Verso taken the notebook. When your fingers had brused Verso's fingers you felt a strange blush going to your head. You were waiting for him to say something, looking at your hands anxiously, thinking you were maybe crazy. After some time to brows your notebook Verso laughed.

"I can not understand half of this because of the lack of information, but according to what I had can gotten your dreams seems to be moments of your past life for sure. For exemple, I will never forget the day we met Esquie and François and you seem to do not having forget it too. "The strange man fell in the water and got hurt" the true would be more something like "Esquie defied him to dive in the cold water, he missed and a rock injuried his head." He said giggling a little bite.

Verso continued to explain you what he was understanding in your notebook while you were sitting around the camp fire. It was strange to listening to someone you never saw in your life but at the same with who you feel seen and safe for the first time since you "restart ?" it in Lumieres three decades ago.

All your life you were feeling like Lumieres was not the place where you were supposed to be. During thrity years you were feeling incomplete and as you were strating to understand why, you were also realizing that you were remembering some specific fact about Verso.

"Your favorite colour is purple." You said suddenly.

Verso looked at you surprised before nodding his head as approval.

"I can't remeber a lot of things, but I remember things like you were liking to write poems and playing piano. Oh, and we were sharing a best-friend.. Nomoco ? Comono ?... MONOCO right ?!"

"Yes it is. He will be happy to see you."

"I know I'm not supposed to ask this so you do not have to answer to this question if you do not want to. What are we ? I feel like I have a lot of feeling for you and all of them bring me comfort that I never experience before.."

"Well… We were something like close friends. If you ask to Esquie, he will say that we were a couple. But none of us ever said "I love you" because what we were sharing was just the way it was and I suppose that we never feel the need to explain it. On one hand, I am not really sure about my feeling. It's easy to say you love someone when she is the only company you have which is like you, which is understanding your pain as no one ever did. On the other hand, I am mourning you since three decades. At first I was thinking that the pain will go away with the time but it was never. When I saw you earlier, looking for trouble with Renoir I had almost lost my mind. You were here, in front of me and you were already putting yourself in trouble… And I was scared"

Verso taken a deep breath before putting his hands on yours. When he looked at you with his sweet gray eyes you had felt a familiar warmth going all over your body.

"I do not know about what the futur is made, but if you authorise me, I will appreciate to show you all the love I never show you before. I am not affraid anymore, I do not know why I am having a second chance but this time I want to make the thing great. Let me tell you about your past life. Let me tell you how much you were making me go crazy when you were laughing, how good you were at fighting and at dance. And let me show you this."

He held two bracelets out to you. He did not needed to explain because you were remembering making a dream about those bracelets. You were trading with Gestrals for some precious stones. You were wanting to make something special for celebrate your twenty years of friendship with someone. Now you were discovering who was this someone.

"This one is yours". He said, taking gently your wrist to put the bracelet on it.

You had taken time to look at it. You immediately saw the way that the pearls on your bracelet were matching Verso colour eyes and the way that his bracelet was matching pearls with your eyes colour.

"I feel complete with you. And in peace like I never feel before." You confess.

Verso came closer to you. He put his hand on your cheek and suddently hugged you tightly.

"I had wish I can hug you like this again since so long that it is feeling like an eternity. I will never let you go away from me again, never, I promise."

@eddiemunson-86-baby I hope you will enjoy it and I hope it is not a disaster. After 4 days on it I am going crazy, i can't even see the spelling mistake TvT

[zolass]

ㅤㅤㅤ𝗥𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘆

ㅤㅤㅤ···─REDAMANCY with NEPHITE

ㅤㅤㅤㅤCharacter from @yanderefarm

Summary: Maybe you weren't so innocent as you always believed yourself, but you would burn the world, before someone would try to take your mate away from you. wc: 1.7k

tags: darker themes, sexual mentions, a bit gore, ooc Nephite, turned reader, fluff at the end

REDAMANCY (n.) the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full.

Note: Yay turned reader a bit darker this time, just thinking about what all can hide deep inside people.. yea also it's always fun to write either sad or dark themes while up-beat songs are playing TvT (that's what I had during this one and Silvan)

I wanted to say smt else but I forgot- anyways enjoy peepol <3

It took some time to get Nephite to move in with you, a bit further away from the church. Well basically in the middle of the city, you wanted to be as far away from these people as possible, even though Nephite was one of them, he was born into this cult.

So it wasn’t his fault that they altered his mind and believes, the life you two shared outside of the church was peaceful, if you ignored the fact that you fucked your mate every where in your home, in any position Nephite was flexible enough to get fucked in.

You loved your life, having a cozy home with a beautiful mate who loves you to bits, just as much as you loved him. So when he came back, with tears and snot running down his pretty face, his eyes bloodshot as he looked up at you. “They want me to– to m-mate with someone e-else,” he cried as he threw himself into your awaiting embrace. 

It was shocking to hear something like that, as it’s not something people do normally once you have a mate it was basically frowned upon if you dare to even think about mating with someone else.

Anger flared up inside of you, as you glared at the ground, tightening your arms around your mate, “Why?” You simply asked, and Nephite couldn’t help but bury his head in the crook of your neck, “Because I’m not carrying kids yet,” he mumbled ashamed. 

It was after your first time with Nephite, where he didn’t get pregnant which was rather a miracle, you had to speak with him about some things. You never really wanted kids as you didn’t have a partner whom you could see yourself with building a family. On that day Nephite was scared you would say that you didn’t see such a future with him, but it wasn’t like that.

Both of you were young, in your early twenties, and you didn’t want to be a father at such an early age. If the two of you delayed it just a bit, you two would still be able to see your kids grow up, seeing them find a partner and build their own family, so for you there was no rush. So the two of you had daily sex, a lot of it as well, but you played it rather safe, Nephite understanding as you slowly explained to him that you didn’t want to throw the young years the two of you had ahead of you, instantly away.

Yet apparently it wasn’t the same for the cult, which wasn’t surprising. It was like burning acid in your mouth, at the sheer ignorance of letting a young man, your mate, throw away the young years of his life only to breed for the rest of his life, so they gain profit from it? 

Definitely not with your mate.

You took in the pheromones of blackberries and honey from your mate that wafted into your nose, calming your anger down, even if it continued to linger like a small flame inside of you. “I love you, Sweetheart,” you whispered and for a moment there was fear in Nephite’s heart, “but I have to say sorry to you, we’re leaving this place.” Your voice was firm as you said that.

Nephite pulled his head from the crook of your neck, his eyes wide as he looked into your eyes, “What..?” He asked with a slightly wobbly voice, this place was all he knew and now he had to leave this place? 

Didn’t you like it here as much as he did?

You gently placed your hands on his cheeks, caressing the soft skin under his eyes with your thumbs, “I won’t let them destroy what we have, and I won’t let them ruin you even more,” he was confused to say the least, ruin him? 

But before he could ask you let out a soft chuckle, your eyes holding the same affection as always, “You don’t see it, but I do. It’s not your fault you grew up in– such a place.” The last part came with an undertone of bitter disgust. 

He opened his mouth again, but you placed a finger on his plump lips, “You can scream at me after we left the city, you can hit me, curse at me, but I won’t let you stay here,” you said, pressing your lips to his forehead. “Pack your clothes, Love. I still have something to do,” you told him, giving him a short yet not any less passionate kiss, before you left.

That day your once clean hands were dripping with blood. A weapon heavy in your hand as you stared at the dead bodies around you. The pastor’s decapitated head laid there while his own cut-off dick was shoved in his mouth, “Dickface,” you muttered as a scoff left your throat. 

You killed one of the roots of the cult, with the pastor there were a few other ones that had higher positions, as they had a conference only a while ago. Under them were the parents from Nephite, who shamelessly said that if you couldn’t give your mate kids, someone else simply would. 

As your eyes stared at each one of them, one would think you felt remorse for what you did, but your mind and heart never felt lighter. A sudden gasp from behind you sounded, turning around swiftly you came face to face with the shocked face of your mate.

With shaking hands, Nephite lifted his hands up to his mouth. His entire body was shaking, while unshed tears were in his eyes. You didn’t know what to say, your body frozen in place, you didn’t want to see this. It was so clear that he wanted to ask why– why did you do this? “I can’t possibly let them take you away from me– I just– fuck, they would try over and over again, simply leaving this place wouldn’t be enough, Nephi.” 

Maybe it was the reason that Nephite was messed up in his head from the beginning, you really thought he would leave you, snitch on you to the police. But rather all your mate did was swallow before he walked towards you, a sudden pain rippled on your cheek and your head swiftly turning to the side. 

He slapped you, yet you didn’t do anything. “You killed my family,” he whispered in pain, it was a fact. You stripped his family from him, you clench your jaw, “and I don’t regret it.” You bit out, your eyes not focusing on your mate. 

Nephite didn’t know what to do, he loved you so much. Yes it upsetted him that his family simply wanted to throw away what the two of you have, but he didn’t think when you said you had something to do, it would be this.

In a way he can’t help but be angry at you, but there were also butterflies in his stomach. You went this far, for your relationship with him, you did this for him. Biting his lip he glanced at your bloodied form, and god it turned him on.

Quickly he pulled you down by the top of your shirt, you turned your head just in time, making his lips land on yours. He pulled away, as lust basically took over his being, “Fuck me,” he demanded it from you in this moment. You were surprised that this is what he wants after he just found out you killed his family, but you couldn’t even give in, “Not without a condom, love.” 

With quick fingers, he pulled from a small pocket in his dress an unused condom. You raised your eyebrows at the situation, why did your mate have a condom just there with him.

Nephite saw your questioning look and couldn’t contain the giggle that spilled out, “Well, I wanted to use it later. I first wanted you to make love to me in the car but..” Nephite batted his eyelashes at you, you quickly grabbed the condom from his hand, “We still have some, so I can make both of these come true, darling.” 

This night you took your mate on the altar that was in the middle of the church, the moon’s silver light casting down on your figures, as you fucked your mate in the middle of bodies.

You heard a huff from Nephite, as he waddled around in the kitchen, while you sat at the kitchen island like a kicked puppy, you wanted to help your mate with the cooking, but he soon banned you from the stoves, ending with you sitting in your current place, while your eyes followed your mate.

Since the night you killed the leader of the cult and burned the church down after you fucked your mate, you found yourself in your late twenties- early thirties, in a cozy house. Somehow did nobody figure out who the murdered of the local church.

It took a while and a lot of sex for Nephite to kinda forgive you, in the years you showed him that the outside world isn’t as scary and impure as he was told for all these years, making him rather thankful that you stumbled into his life. But even with the dark past and your stained hands, he loved you dearly and while it took a few years, you gave him what both of you wanted. 

Nephite was pregnant and currently in the fifth month, his belly rather huge which made the both of you question if it was really one kid that he was carrying, and well it was also the reason why you sat like a kicked puppy. You tried to cook for your mate, but he soon couldn’t continue to watch you struggle with it. 

Slowly you stood up, before you sneaked behind your mate and snaked your hands around his big stomach, before kissing his nape, “No. Go back to your seat, can't you distract me,” Nephite said in a firm voice, you couldn’t help but groan, “Now I’m not even allowed to hold my loving wife?” You asked with faux sadness, Nephite noticing it quickly, yet he couldn’t help the way his chest swelled with love as you called him your wife, that’s what he was after all.

A ring on both of your fingers, sitting snug and secure. Showing how far your love brought you. “I love you, dumbass,” Nephite said with a blush adorning his cheeks, you leaned over his shoulder and kissed his cheek, “I love you more, my beautiful wife.”

[1tsstargaze59]

College AU Chapter 4 DROP 🧡💜

Sorry I didn't write for this AU in a while ^^" I got writers block TvT Then it was exam period in college and then the holidays- *oof* BUT IM BACK NOW, AND 2 CHAPTERS AWAY FROM THE END!!!

Actually, this chapter was inspired by @eechytooru 's artwork, same as the rest of the AU lol, but I mean specifically the doodle where they're playing chess in this post

(Do you guys have any idea how far I had to scroll to get this link??? XD) Anyway, you'll see why JSUT READ QISBWKSO-

Chapter 4 : Checkmates

Anne and Saddie, arms linked, walked up to the chess club doorstep one peaceful Monday afternoon. Anna had figured fewer people stay past class hours on Mondays, so there would be a lot less pressure. Having prepared herself for this, she felt a surge of energy throughout her body, and she had a smile from ear to ear.

"Thank you again, Saddie. You know, you really didn't need to accompany me, though."

"I'll be honest and say it was more for my nerves than your own," she admitted.

Anna-lee chuckled, "Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow morning!" She waved goodbye to her senior and opened the door. The bright light of the room pouring into the hall.

Sitting at the front desk of the club was a smiling woman. She wore a knee-length blue dress with a subtle star pattern over a white t-shirt and a pair of blue ballerinas. The outfit was accessorized with a cute beaded necklace. Her blonde roots stood in harsh contrast to her bright blue pixie cut. Her style was so distinctive that Anne had no problem recognizing her. Her smile spread across her face just a little bit more.

Once the woman laid eyes on her, she sprang out of her seat and grabbed her hand to shake it excitedly, "Hello!!! Oh my gosh, I've heard so many good things about you! It's so nice to finally meet you!"

"You have?," she asked, her voice shaking, "That's great, but hm- what was your name again?"

"Oh, I'm sorry! I can get ahead of myself sometimes; I'm Jocelyn, Jocelyn Meyer, but you can just call me Joy."

"It's nice to meet you too, Joy! Great name, by the way," Anna-lee pointed out.

"Thanks," she humbly accepted the compliment, "I'm assuming you came to check out the club! Would you like a tour, or are you good exploring on your own?" She offered.

"Well– " Anna leaned to her right side, checking out the room behind Joy.

On the left, there were students having coffee and playing card games, comfortably sitting on an assortment of sofas. To her right, a row of tables had more serious students playing a variety of board games, including chess. The entrance's bright yellow light dimmed into a redish hue that gave the rest of the room the air of a casino night. At the very back, Frederick sat at a desk, cabinets, full of board games and other knick-knacks standing tall behind him. He was bent over a ton of paperwork, his eyes darting between two copies, marking notes from time to time in red ink.

"I wouldn't mind an explanation as to why the chess club has much more games than I would have anticipated?" questioned Anna.

"Great question!" The two walked into the club, on their way to the back of the room, "A few years back, we really were just 'the chess club' up until the previous director took her maternity leave. You must know her since she's in your department : Saddie?"

"Yes! She guided me here, actually. I mean, aside from Fred, who's mentioned it in passing," she chuckled nervously.

Jocelyn’s eyebrows frowned and her lips perked.

"What?" Anne asked, her voice shaky, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, nothing. I'm just still surprised he didn't mention it more considering taking Saddie's place was no small feat. The humble bastard," she elaborated.

Before she could explain further, they had reached Fred’s director’s desk. Anne had a perplexed look on her face. She lifted a finger up to her lip. 

“Fred, could you shed some light on that for me?” asked Joy, but the question flew right past him as he continued his correction work. The girls shared a confused look before Joy hit the desk lightly with both her hands, “Fred?” she repeated, raising her voice ever so slightly.

The man jolted back before looking up. In an instant, his face flushed, his shoulders tensed, and he jumped out of his office chair, hitting his knees on the desk. The yell he stuffed down came out as a squeal. He fell back into his chair, holding his knees as it rolled back, breathing in through his teeth. Anna-lee hid her agape mouth behind her hands, and Joy scrunched her teeth.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” she apologized, “Are you ok?”

“Yup! Give me a moment,” he took a deep breath before standing up straight and waving 'hello' with an embarrassed look on his face, “Hi Anna-lee.”

Anna smiled nervously, returning his little wave. Joy side-eyed her and smirked, “Fred, why haven't you explained to Miss Tyson how you got this position?”

“I... I don't really like to brag,” he responded honestly, returning swiftly to his work.

"Aw, it's not a brag! It's like, like... history! Of the chess club! Come on, tell her!" Joy poked his arm.

Anna-Lee's face lit up, "I like history!"

Fred sighed before explaining without looking away from his paperwork, "When a director leaves their post, the members of the chess club play a chess tournament in which the winner gets to become the new director-"

"He won the last tournament and hasn't lost a single match since!" Joy cheerfully finished his tale, clapping her hands together, proud of him.

Frederick's face flushed red, his eyes rolled in annoyance, and he smiled. Anna-lee looked at him in awe. Then, her brow frowned nefariously, "How offended would you be if I said I didn't believe you?"

He looked up at her again, this time with a serious look on his face, “... Is that a challenge?”

The next thing they knew, they were sitting face to face at a table in the center of the room, the chess board printed onto its surface, patiently awaiting the war of pawns. Jocelyn and a few club members as their audience. The tension in the room was slightly off. Everyone could foresee the outcome of the match, yet Anna-Lee's pure excitement and general brash attitude still had the small audience shaking with anticipation. Joy was referee; she flipped a coin to determine who goes first. Fred guessed his head, Anna guessed tails. The coin landed on tails, so she moved her pawn first. He did the same on his turn. The back and forth went on for five very silent, very focused turns, at least for Anne, who knew who she was up against and tried to do her best. Fred calmly swirled the coffee in his mug after every move, taking a sip from time to time, a smile plastered on his face.

“Checkmate,” he whispered after his fifth turn, having moved the black rook diagonally to the white king.

“Huh? But- Huh,” she scratched her forehead and threw her hands in the air, “I lost.”

Everyone sighed knowingly and casually went back to their own games, “Well, Joy did try to warn you. Hopefully, this didn’t upset you... and you still want to hang out in the club?” asked Fred, nervously hiding his face behind his mug. 

Anne reached over the table and grabbed his left hand, holding it with both of hers, “Let’s play again,” she said dryly, a fire burning in her eyes. 

He looked over at Joy, hoping she’d have something comforting to say or do, but she simply shrugged and went back to the front desk, leaving the two alone, more or less. He smiled at Anna, his eyebrows shaking nervously. 

They played for so long; they had lost track of time. At first, he counted the games he’d won, but he stopped counting after 12; determining that she wouldn’t stop playing until she’d defeated him... He tried giving her tips, but she wouldn’t listen to any of them, saying she preferred to figure it out on her own. Fred couldn’t help but feel bad, not only because playing against a novice this many times made him feel pity, but also because he was genuinely enjoying seeing her plan her moves and get excited over even the slightest bit of progress only to fail anyway and get frustrated. Every time Anna failed, however, it just fueled her passion more. She was frowning almost the entire time, but he thought she looked adorable regardless. Fred silently smiled to himself. Her king piece fell over and over until the club room was left completely empty.

“I don’t mean to interrupt, um, whatever is going on here-” Joy walked up to them, waving her hands at the situation.

“It’s war,” clarified Anna-lee, a straight look on her face.

Joy giggled, “Sure! But um, it’s getting late, and I’d like to head home now.”

“Oh my gosh!" Anna yelled, looking down at her watch, "6PM?? I’m so sorry! I’ll leave now!” She jumped out of her chair and grabbed Jocelyn’s arms, hugging her as thanks, then swiftly running straight out the door. Before she left, however, she peeked her head through the door to say one last thing : "BUT! Don’t think this is over, Frederick! I will defeat you! MARK MY WORDS!” And she slammed the door shut.

The math teachers were left speechless. Fred swirled his mug one last time.

“Hey~ looks like someone's made a rival,” Jocelyn teased him, hitting his left arm with her elbow.

Fred tried to take a sip of his cup, but his tongue was left dry, “I think I’m gonna need more coffee.”

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For the next few days, Anna-lee showed up at the chess club after class, asking Fred for at least one match, to which he’d concede. She became an official member after her third day. Their games got progressively longer. She’d smile at him every time he realized she'd made unexpected progress, but no matter what technique she tried, Anne would always lose. Despite this, Anna-lee loved playing against him. Something about the competition, the goal she’d set for herself, made her feel alive. She had researched the history of chess and various chess strategies on her own time; spending hours sitting in her bed, curled up over her computer screen, reading. If she was to play against anyone else, she would most likely win, or at least she likes to believe that she could, but ultimately, she didn’t want to beat anyone else. She wanted to defeat Fred. Anna hasn’t had this much fun in a while. Now, when she enters the club, she feels right at home. Where she belongs. The red velvet walls give her a warm, comforting embrace. 

She sat at the chess table in front of Fred once more, holding out a coin.

“I’m ready when you are,” he said.

Anna flipped the coin, guessing heads. It landed on tails.

“Darn!” she cursed under her breath, which made Fred laugh.

The black and white checkered pattern of the board matched his sweater vest. Oftentimes, as silly as it sounded, Anna wondered if it gave him some sort of advantage. It almost seemed like every piece on the board was on his side, like she was playing against the game itself. Perhaps it was just an impression she got from not looking at him- enough? Her eyes darted up at him, and she was reminded why she so rarely does so. His dark eyes seemed to have no end. It was as if looking straight up at a clear night sky, the endless sea of stars glistening with hope. She swallowed and looked back down at the game; shaken by how much she had to live up to. In a sharp move, she shoved her bishop across the board; seeking some kind of struggle from him. Instead, he smiled and moved his rook, taking her bishop. Anne scoffed, face flushed.

“Sorry Madam. I will say, you’ve gotten much more confident with your moves,” he shrugged his shoulders ironically.

“That’s not fair. You distracted me!” she playfully pointed at him, her yelling grabbing the club members’ attention.

“How?” he chuckled.

“Huh-" shit-, "with your wits! I guess-”

"...True, I am a scientific calculator; you’re more like a novel,” he boldly stated.

“Huh?” Anna-lee muttered.

The room fell silent.

“I, wait, I mean-”

He scrambled with his words, trying his best to piece together an apology, but it was too late. As seconds passed, the silence in the room rang louder and louder in Anna's ears until she was deaf with anger, “No, you’re right! And you know what? You can have your win! We both know how this ends anyway, right?! Screw the rules, screw your stupid club rules : I FORFEIT!” 

Anna-lee grabbed her things and stormed out the door faster than anyone could process what had just happened. Fred cowarded in his seat, frozen by fear and shame. A dark, misty cloud closed in around him, causing him to shiver.

“Hey,” Joy said, placing her hand on his shoulder.

He looked up at her, speechless.

“I know you didn’t mean what you said, but then... why?”

All he could do was shake his head.

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It's been a few days since the two have spoken, and Fred still feels awful about it. Anna-lee had been avoiding him, missing their usual meet-up times on tuesdays and ignoring him in the halls. The only moments she even acknowledged his presence were at the chess club. She came in every other day to challenge him to a match, but only under the condition they did not speak during the game. He had no idea why he kept accepting this. He needed to talk to her about this, but if he did, it would break her trust, and she'd probably stop going to the club at all. He'd never see her again... over a game of chess? No. This was his fault. He had to fix this. He had a plan, but he had a strong suspicion that she was not going to like it.

Tuesday, after his class, he stayed in the classroom for as long as necessary. Just as he thought, Anna-lee showed up 15 minutes before her class began, way past their usual meeting time. When she entered the room, her eyes widened at the sight of him, and as she spun around to leave, her face frowned.

"Wait! Anna-lee, can we talk?" Fred rushed to meet up with her in the hall.

"What is there to talk about, Fred?!" She turned around to face him, "I thought I was finally getting closer to you, being curious about an interest of yours, but clearly, I was wrong to think we could even be- compatible, since you've shown you don't actually respect my discipline!"

"I didn't mean any of that!"

"I don't care! All I want is an apology!"

"But you yelled at me and ran out without letting me apologize! And you're doing it again! How am I supposed to make it up to you if you won't even TALK to me!?"

Anna was taken aback. She was speechless.

"... Will you please listen to me?"

"OK- go on."

"I didn't mean to insult your discipline. If you know me at ALL, you know how much I respect youand I'd never insult you intentionally. I was trying to come up with a... a 'roast'? You know, playful banter, like we usually have, but I said the first thing that came to mind, and I didn't think about what I was saying until... well until I had said it," his voice got weaker and shaky as he explained, his body folding in on itself.

Anna's face softened, and she stepped closer to him.

"I'm sorry. It was never my intention to insult you or your intelligence..." With his next thought, he gained some of his spirit back, "Actually, you're one of the smartest people I know."

She looked a little surprised at first, but then she smiled.

"You're smart and funny," he complimented her, slowly holding out his hands to grab hers and gently guiding her closer to him, "And if we ever were to get lost in a crowd of people, I know I'd always be able to pick you out amongst them, because you are radiant."

Anna-lee giggled, her laugh causing her to lean onto him, "Oh Fred, never change," she gave him a hug and sighed before pulling away to look at him, "You're right, I'm sorry I didn't speak to you sooner. I let my feelings get in the way of problem solving, and it just left both of us in an uncomfortable situation. I was acting childish - c-could you forgive me?" Her voice cracked, and her eyes shined. She clung into his sleeves nervously.

"Of course! So long as you forgive me," he raised his left eyebrow, tilted his head, and smirked.

Anna-lee chuckled, "Don't waste my time! I have a class to give!" She pulled away from him and walked up to the door.

"But you do forgive me, right?"

"Yes, Fred, I do."

"Great! I'll see you... after class? At the chess club?"

"Yes sir! And you better be prepared for the match of a lifetime!" She threatened him playfully.

Fred smiled, a sappy, enamored smile, as he walked away, wishing 3 hours could pass by as quickly as 3 seconds would.

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"Prepare yourself, Fred, 'cause I'm about to rock. Your. World!" warned Anna-lee, sitting across her opponent at the chess table.

"Should I be scared or intrigued?" asked Frederick with a shaky voice, making sure he was in the right mindset before the game.

"Preferably : both."

"OK, good. Then consider me prepared!"

(Author's note: GET A ROOM!!!!!)

Every member of the chess club was present for the match, impatiently leaning in to watch the show. Joy was very excited for this particular match, as her friends had finally gotten back to their usual banter. She refereed once more, flipped a coin and determined Anna would go first.

With each turn, the tension in the air strung itself just a little tighter. Fred was smiling like a dork at first, happy to be playing with her like normal again, until he realized that she was taking quite a few more of his pieces then he'd like. Did his feelings get in the way of his strategizing? They haven't gotten in the way before; what gives? Everytime he made a move, Anne swiftly countered it. Eventually, he understood : Anna-lee was using his own technique against him. His face melted into a frightened shock, his mouth agape. When she saw this, she smiled devilishly. He looked up at her, his hands starting to shake nervously, then back down at the board. He swallowed. The tables had turned. A drop of sweat trailed down his jawline. The back and forth went on for five more very silent, very focused turns, at least for Fred, who knew what he was up against and had no idea how he could win. Anna-lee calmly moved her pieces, a smile plastered on her face.

"Checkmate!" She shouted and jumped out of her seat once her queen had finally, finally cornered his king. The whole room burst into cheers and hugs; she had accomplished what they'd all thought to be impossible!

"YA!!! I have been waiting to use these for so long!" Jocelyn jumped at Anna, throwing a cape around her shoulders and placing a handmade paper crown on her head, which filled her heart with joy. With all the club members surrounding her and congratulating her, Anna's cheeks started to hurt from how hard she was smiling, a tear almost forming in her eye.

Fred was still sitting down; leaning over the board in disbelief. He lay his head in his left hand and picked up his king piece; sliding it over next to her queen piece, "Congrats," he said, in awe of her. Soft. Humble.

Anna-lee blinked twice and froze; her breath was cut short. For just a moment, everything else ceased to be. For just a moment, she looked into his eyes and got lost in them again.

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

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The chapters only get longer from here, sorry gang XD

Redraw reward of my doodle from the last chapter as a thx for reading uvu🧡💜

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Hi there!!! (^_^)/* I'd like to request a Shadow x gender-neutral reader if thats alright? :oc Perhaps something with Shadow and Reader already in an established relationship and live together in a small house in greenhill! Shadow wants to propose to reader because he wants to dedicate and vow himself to always be there for reader just as how much he cared for Maria. Buuut Shadow has a hard time trying to do it so he asks Amy and the others about some advice. They all have these very extravagant ideas for the proposal but in the end, Shadow just decides to make it simple since he wants to be true to his heart as possible (TvT) Thank you so much!!!

Only cause I love you…

Thanks for the ask !!!

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The sun’s rays have already started to peak through the curtain as you lay with your lover,… who is again wide eyed without an ounce of rest in his body.

moving to his side, seeing your face he takes in all the details. How your the sun softly kisses you, making you glow even when asleep. Your soft breaths being his ground, each one reminding him that this is his reality.

the peace, joy, and love that he has experienced is all thanks to you

small moments like these allow him to remember how it all started from the day he met you, to the day you started dating, and now are living together.

But you see, this all brings him back to his dilemma.

He wants to marry you.

And he is going to propose, in fact he’s been trying to for awhile now but it just never felt like the right moment.

Having you next to him convinces him even more that he should have done this by now. But, i guess… he’s just, worried, or more like overthinking it too much.

Which is why today he has plans to meet with the Rose hedgehog.

Honestly he doesn’t really want to. You’re relationship is no secret, but usually everything is more behind closed doors.

Yet he knows that if he doesn’t take the chance now to show you his love, he might miss a life he could’ve had.

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later that day, after giving you a goodbye kiss. on his way to amys he already started dreading his decision, but it’s not like he had much of a choice. He was desperate, which is why regardless of his mixed emotions he proceeded to knock on the door. It creaked open and a voice of someone he didn’t expect answered.

“Shadow?”

oh great….

It was sonic.

“Umm I think you got the wrong house. (Y/n) lives that way,” gesturing down the street, “with you.”

Clenching his fist, fighting every urge in his body to leave he decides to continue.

“I need a favor.. it’s about my partner.”

…

silence stays in the air as one hedgehog stands uncomfortably and the other is processing .

“… you need a favor? The Ultimate lifeform Shadow needs a favor from us ?” Oh he knew this was a bad idea he should’ve walked away the moment he saw blue fur. “It’s no wonder why you’d come to a lady killer as myself.”

“oh please, I pity the women who have to put up with you.”

exaggerating a frown he spins on his heel teasing to close the door with a sort of playful mocking tone, “welp, I guess you really don’t need our help after all.”

Forcing his hand between the door he accidentally forcefully push sonic into the house causing him to crash into a coat rack that proceeded to fall with all the belongings on it.

“Sonic what was that?” From a distance shadow heard a familiar voice yell out with suspicion.

“oh crap.”

sonic hurriedly put everything back into place as said hedgehog came closer to where they were. “Sonic, I swear if I find another belonging of mine broken, it’s out to the curb with you!”

“It’s nothing to worry about that’s for sure.”

Amy turning to see her guest she greets him in surprise, “Oh! Shadow ! I’m glad you were able to make it, what was it that you wanted to ask me?”

before he could answer he was childishly interrupted by a certain blue hedgehog.

“Im pretty sure it has something to do with (y/n). Seemed pretty important to the point of shoving me to the ground.”

Sending a warning glare he confirms, “Yes, it is true. I need help with something specific addressing with my partner.”

lighting up clasping her hands as she excitedly agrees, “Why of course I’d be glad to help ! Just make sure to close the door before you come in,” Gesturing to the living room she walks into.

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after settling down, he finds both hedgehogs sitting across from him eagerly waiting for him to elaborate more details.

he feels shy, usually when the topic is about you it never makes this vulnerable.

looking down at his fist his eyes linger on his left ring finger as memories of you surround his mind.

“Well, you see… (y/n) and I have been together for awhile now. I mean— everyone knows that, but it’s just…” he closes his as a he breaths out, it’s not easy for him to open up. Especially not to these two, but he knows you deserve the best.

“I am going to propose to them.”

shocked amy immediately starts squealing congratulating him and sonic’s stretches out the biggest smile as he also congratulates him.

“oh my gosh! This is amazing, we have to get the others !” Amy pulling out her phone immediately sends an emergency meet up to the others (ofc excluding you).

“the others?”

Sonic chuckles as he shakes his head, “why of course for something like we’re going to need all the help we can get.”

oh dear…. What have I gotten myself into.

it doesn’t take long before knuckles and Rouge come barging in and also bombarding him with so much energy.

everyone is talking, arguing? Well he doesn’t know.

they’ve changed topics a few times but he knows they’re centered around you and him.

This happens for a good whole thirty minutes and poor shadow is just tired and ready to go back home to you.

“But that’s the thing ! Shadow !,” all eyes go to him, “how do you plan on doing the proposal anyway?”

shouldn’t that have been the first thing they asked?

“that’s what I’ve been trying to say, I don’t know how to do it.”

oh, realization falls before them. OHH! Immediately they all start sharing ideas. Nothing makes sense with everyone talking over each other.

Amy’s suggesting to go on a hot air balloon that’ll take them to a waterfall where he’ll propose. Sonic’s saying how it should be more simple and at their favorite fastfood place. Rouge is mentioning that they should hold it in gem museum. And knuckles is just disagreeing with everyone while suggesting proposing on a mission.

honestly, why did he think this would help.

while everyone was busy going over the details, he used the opportunity to escape and do it his own way.

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To think it’s the day he proposes is insane. Time truly went by too fast, but that’s all the more reason to do this.

he went a more simply route for it, after explaining his own plan to the others they did everything to help him.

and here he is with you, under the starry night in the field. The fireflies have already started coming out. it’s a bit silly, but it’s endearing to him that he’s going to propose to you on a date like the first one you had with him.

when he realized he did want to love again, and wanted it to be with you. And now that love has grown with and he’s ready to seal the deal if you let him.

nervously he grabs your hand, making eye contact with you right now feels more intense than other times. He could almost kiss you right then and there, but no he must confess first.

“say, you know Im not the best at beating around the bush but there’s i got to ask you.”

sweating bullets your smile is the only thing calming his heart, or possibly making it worse. “Yeah? What’s up?”

he stands up reaching down holding his hand towards you, “you need to be standing.” Giggling a bit at his stiff nature you take his hand and get up. He doesn’t let go, rather he holds it up to his lips giving you a small kiss on your hand.

“(y/n) you know I love you and I’m very grateful for everything you’ve done for us cause I love you just as much.” He gets down on one knee still holding your hand as he pull out a small box from his pocket with the other.

“which is why, will you (y/n) accept me as your husband and marry me?”

“Yes, ofc— I will marry you !” he pulls you close putting the ring on your finger and giving you a kiss.

when you’re done and just smiling at each other you hear a small click and a flash goes off.Turns out a bunch of your friends were hiding behind some bushes. Since they got caught you just see and hear them scurrying before hearing

“I got it on video !”

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[icysnails]

Worth It

Warnings: Self-esteem issues/anxiety, reader feels like they aren't deserving of love, may be a little OOC because I'm not too familiar with some of the characters (TvT)

Genre: hurt/comfort

Pairings: Gn! reader x various (HSR/Genshin Impact)

“If you think I deserve love… Why do you think you don't?”

His voice pierces through the air, disrupting the peace that had resonated between you both only minutes ago. It was an unexpected, potentially unwelcome question that could result in an evening of conflict– but it was too late, the question was out, and now you both had to address it. 

Nights like these were common for you two. Not the asking of emotional questions, but the act of you enjoying each other’s company under the stars.

In fact, it was practically a necessity at this point for you two to meet at nightfall to talk, your whispers of mutual love entangling themselves with the ribbons of moonlight that cascaded down on the scene. 

You spent little to no time with each other during the day because of your chaotic schedules, and these moments compensated for the time you two had lost. No matter what you two did, your feelings for him never ceased to run strong, and you never hesitated to tell him that.

However, even if your affection was genuine when directed at him, you didn’t seem to know how to accept love for yourself. If he vocalized the love he felt for you, you seemed to be at a loss for words, and not because you were flustered. Well, you were flustered, but the nagging sensation of guilt was the real cause of your discomfort.

And day by day, it became harder to hide. For a while now, you had been acting more distant at your meetings with him. Your voice lost a little more of its strength each time, your gaze always glued itself to the floor faster than usual, and you always gave him the same lovestruck-but-vaguely-uncomfortable smile whenever he reciprocated your affection. 

So, it became clear that something was wrong, and that the best way to clear it up would be to talk about it.

So that’s what he did. 

He asked you why you had been acting so strangely, despite his mind screaming at him to stop on the off chance that he made things even more tense. He didn’t want to risk losing you or fighting with you, but if he let things carry on this way, he feared your unspoken worry would fester into resentment.

But, when you furrowed your eyebrows and responded to him, all of his worries flew out the window and were replaced with genuine concern and confusion. As you explained why you had been acting off, he realized that you were experiencing what he had grappled with for years. The persistent, suffocating feeling of being undeserving of love. Little did you know, he was only able to start breaking away from that feeling because of you. Because you showed him that it was okay to be human, and to accept the unconditional love of others without feeling guilty about it. 

So why on earth were you feeling unworthy when you were the one who changed his life for the better?

You were worth so much more than you could possibly imagine.

So, in a moment of sheer exasperation, he asked you again.

“Why do you think you don’t deserve love?”

He watched as you let out a shaky sigh, crossing your arms over your chest. Your head fell as you lowered your gaze, and the words you had been so scared to utter finally escaped your lips.

“I… I don’t know. I just do.”

His eyes widened at your answer, heart aching at the sight of the sorrow that was etched all over your face. You turned away from him slightly, your iron plated defenses seemed to get higher with every passing second. He reached out to you, as gently as possible, placing one hand on the small of your back and the other on top of your head. Slowly, he pulled you to him, engulfing your shaking body in his warmth. He wished so badly to dispel the storm that raged in your mind, but he knew that wasn’t how it worked. 

“I… I know how you feel.” He whispered, tightening his hold on you as your arms came to envelop his waist. “But I want you to know that I think you’re worth more than anything this world has to offer. You do deserve to be loved, even if you don’t think you do. And I swear, I won’t stop reminding you of that until you believe it.”

He felt your tears soak into his shirt at his words, fingers lacing through your hair as you began to sob softly. Your silhouettes gently swayed in the moonlight, entangled in each other’s limbs, vulnerability and acceptance falling over you both. 

Pulling back to look at your tear stained face, he wiped away any tears that remained on your cheeks. 

Your tired eyes met his, and he whispered one final lovestruck vow to you.

“I love you, and I always will… never, ever forget that.”

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA, THOMA, DAN HENG, Xiao, Kaeya, Welt, Jing Yuan

[ladyshadowsblog]

Dance Of The Stars | Unwanted Nightmare

An angst/fluff Drawn & written story with da Bois Asahi & Midnight Dreamer

! TW !

THIS CONTAINS SMALL AMOUNTS OF BLOOD & DEATH OF A FAMILY MEMBER!

IF SENSITIVE TO THESE TOPICS PLEASE CLICK OFF NOW

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A small tightly wrapped bouquet of beautiful purple & blues hues was placed amongst a grey marble tome, as tears rolled down the face on one who was loved by many. The people of Blooming Stars didn't deserve to peris, the once beautiful blue night sky was now a dark hue of red.

As the boy stood there, in front of the marble grave he heard someone calling for him. The voice sounded so familiar and yet he was confused. As he turned he saw the dress laced with stars and interkit placed details, a small but noticeable orb in the left hand, something of notice to the boy was the look that he was floating. The voice spoke once more "Asahi!" The figure spoke, The boy now whose name is known looked only to see his dear friend who he believed to have passed during The Hour

"Dreamer?" Asahi spoke his voice shaky, as more tears rolled down; he couldn't tell what he was seeing was real. He stepped forward reaching for Dreamer. Only to be sent into a flashback.

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Everything went quiet. All that could be heard was the wind and the attacks being caused amongst the Blooming Stars people.

Asahi froze, if he tried to move Dreamer would pull and Asahi would fall. He didn't move, tears rolled down both the faces. Dreamer trusted him, saw him as his little brother and yet the one he cherished betrayed them caused this to happen. Let Blooming Stars be attacked and let Moon be slain, Dreamers sister, his mother, even his father all are gone. He didn't even know if his husband was alive.

Tears rolled down Dreamers face as his once cherished Friend was now in front of him as a traitor. He wanted to pull and make him fall, but there was still hesitation he couldn't harm his friend the boy he grew up with.

Everything started getting blurry, his vision leaving him & suddenly everything felt dizzy. Asahi notices this and once Dreamer's weapon fell he slowly started to move. Before Asahi could fully get up

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"Dreamer!!" Asahi yelled, agony in his voice.

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All that could be heard was the running in the halls and the bang as a door swung open, only for the running to come towards his bed as he was lifted into a sitting position.

Asahi was shaking, he was in the arms of comfort. A warm comfort surrounded him. "Asahi. I need you to breath" Dreamer spoke, Asahi realized it was a nightmare. He was safe, his yell must have woken Dreamer up causing him to come running to his room to make sure he was okay.

All he could do was freeze up and cry as Dreamer reassured him he was alright and that he could be harmed by the cult anymore. Asahi reached his arm up gripping tightly onto Dreamers sleeve as he started to sob, that was one of the worst nightmares he's had since he came into Dreamer's home.

Dreamer once more started to calm his cries, Asahi slowly over the span of a few minutes he was so tired of crying that he fell asleep right then and there in Dreamer's arms as his grip slowly loosened as he let the mercy of dreams take him to sleep. Dreamer started purring as Asahi drifted off to sleep, knowing that putting tends to ease Asahi down.

He moves his tail to block out the light more as to give Asahi a peaceful slumber.

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Asahi Belongs To @truelazymaker

Space Rider's Au Belongs To @onyxonline

[sugar-plum-writer]

OTOME-GAME!!!! JJK!

Alright folks! Listen up! the 2 new otome games has taken too much of my obsession and seeing the hearts on my post on "Jjk characters as otome-game, with routes etc~", I have decided to MAKE IT!!!

It's nothing except me being obsessive brain rot (18+ Minors DNI)

Surprise!!!!!!

Sooooo Yeah!! within some time (1-2 days) I will be posting it as well

I CANNOT GET IT OUT OF MY BRAIN <3

AHHHHHH

Yan!Headpriest Geto/Assassin!! [Corrupting you, he is no saint and no savior; you'll innocently be feeding the orphans. Feeling a gaze you turn around seeing him and wave brightly not knowing he was imagining railing you and making you have his kid]

ObsessiveMagician/Administrator!Gojo

[Locking you up without you even giving you a single doubt you are locked up, popping up coincidently wherever you are; his job was just to make sure you reach the end but it turned into obsession and he entered the game himself to be with you, to love you and fuck you until you are nothing but a mess- only for him to see, for his entertainment tying you up making you beg him]

GrandDuke!Yan!Toji!!Underworld![Loving you, protecting you like crazy, the only place where he can feel peace; he is 200% railing you no matter where you are even behind the curtains of a ball ]

Emperor!Fighter!Yan!Sukuna!! [HOT 300%DOM, Losing you in his first life as you gave up your life for his sake; turning back time to be with you; loving you like never before; being with you every second; not him buying all lingerie he could get his hands on for your pleasure though it's mostly for his pleasure]

NANAMI HIDDEN ROUTE~ [secret]

OMG MAYBE EVEN A BUTLER AU with them allll!!!!

✨💀 P.S I think just 3 hrs of sleep has ruined my sanity! I HATE MY DEAN he gives 0 holidays TvT *sobs* + my insomnia making me never sleep and be either irritated or full of energy ✨💀

I will probably put Gojo, Geto, Sukuna, Toji, and Nanami for now later will add more if you all want~

[one by one! for more fun~]

LMAO!

If you guys my followers and random people wanna be tagged just tell me~ and I will tag you all!!! when I post it or just follow me haha! <3

IT'S OUTTTT!!!! THE LINK

[hydraamalia]

My Eternal Happy Ever After.

Chapter one: How I Became Me. (Prolog)

IMPORTANT STUFF: INSPIRED BY THE MYTH OF CALYPSO BUT I DO NOT CONDONE WHAT SHE HAS DONE NOR AM I WRITTING ABOUT A MAN BEING FORCED ON AN ISLAND. Really bad grammar (I wrote this in school) Might have some false stuff about the greek gods or myths, and will not follow a strict timeline because I'M TOO LAZY FOR THAT TvT Link to the second chapter: Confusion of an awakened man.

It all started when I was young, I had accidentally taken a sip of my father's wine and fell inlove with the tangy taste. Of course my father quickly took it away from me. Scolding me, saying that wine was only for festivities and adults. So I had decided to go outside to stare at some plants instead, even back then I knew my love for plants and how they inspired me to become a 'plant lady' when I grew up, studying them with extra focus. Yet as I watched the plants, some young women passed me. They had the silky white chitons on like everyone else, yet their baby bumps were noticeable. They were probably walking towards the local theather to watch the new play going on.

The sun was heavy on my young skin, sweat forming on my forehead as I bucked down in front of a few plants. The green soft touch of it's leaves leaving me at peace as I watched the small forming grapes hanging from the tree. Out of nowhere I heard a faint whisper in my ear, right ear to be exact. A male voice. It was telling me all sort of stories and myths, and how great parties were. I didn't know why but everytime I heard the egoing male voice in my head, I felt at peace. It was joking around not taking life too personally. Something I missed in my homelife.

One day, on my 15th birthday, I had been partying all night and all day with my friends. Drinking and doing some weird dances before choking on some wine. The earthy taste of dirt filling my lungs as I landed outside my home, head first in the dirt. I needed a break from the incoming headache that was forming in my left side of my brain. Yet the voice was speaking to me again, like it always did. Yet this time it was giving me directions. Telling me to follow the road down to the local temple. Faint cold whisperes of wind bursted at me, the smell of wine intoxicating my brain. My legs moving before I could even stop them.

And there it was, a temple. Statues of one man all over it with pillars of white and yellow. A golden shine that was calling me to go inside. I didn't know it back then, but it was my biggest mistake to go in there.

If you hadn't already guessed it, I became a woreshipper to the god Dionysus, loving parties and giving him offerings every single time I had the chance. Life was great for a 23 year old me. He was my everything, even as weird as it was, no one batted an eye. Some of my old teenage friends had left me to become scholars or woreship all the Olympian gods, yet I just couldn't stop myself. Even as I prayed to Zeus, Hertia, Hera or anyone else, my heart was telling me to run back to his temple. So as usual, one night I snuck out in the break of dawn, with the biggest hangover I ever had. Running through the guards and into the temple with a bowl of fruits. The guards of the temple- and everyone else, had always warned me about breaking into any Olympian god's temple. According to them it would show disrespect towards the gods. Strangely enough for me, Dionysus never seemed too mad when I would arrive at the break of dawn with a bowl of offerings.

"Sorry again for breaking in... I don't know what is wrong with me. I just... Needed to see your statue again." I whispered, placing the bowl down infront of the giant statue of Dionysus. A strange lit up glow filled the hall and for a second I thought I had upset him for the first time. Yet when I smelled the faint smell of grapes, I knew...

"My child... You have shown nothing but appreciation. Yet I have been informed that your trust in my in the near future will change."

My heart stopped as I looked up at the god for the first time. His human form was as giant as the statue in front of me, about fifteen feet. His eyes a deep purple as he had black curls all over his face, a cup of wine in his right hand as he looked down at me. Chiton curving around his abs and covering his body, past his abs which only a god could have. He was as handsome, even more handsome than what I had dreamed off. My throat felt dry, words dying on my tongue as his voice rang through my head. I could barely let out my squeaky voice, it was even more quiet than I had imagined, choking them out. "B-but I will always trust you!"

The shine coming off him, shined even worse. Making me blind for a second, my hangover worse than before as his words came into my mind like a building collapsing. "You say that now, but you cannot change the future... I came here to offer you something in return of your faithfulness."

My eyes watered, not because I was sad or pathetically weak compared to my god. But because they had become so dry under the air he stood. With closed eyes I spat out the words that had changed my whole life forever. "I don't care what the offer is, I'll take it!" It was naive of me, I know. But woreshipping Dionysus was the only thing I knew, the only thing I lived for. I couldn't imagine my life without my god, it was stupid really. Since every action has a consequence.

My body was on fire, literally. A purple shine around me as I felt the skin  on my bones, slowly melt down like wax on a candle. The heat was so umberable that I screamed, yelled in pain. It all happened so fast, with one wave of his hand and I was set on lit. My hair felt like it was a thread to a fireplace, slowly being lit until it burnt into my scalp.

But as fast as the pain came it went. I opened my eyes to see a beach. Small sand spreading across it as endless sea was in front of me. My body felt fresh, younger. It was like I hadn't aged or breathed. Looking down at my wrist I had a symbol on it, a symbol of a meander. My mind took a while to progress what had happened, it was like I was in denial. I had become immortal.

More importantely immortal and stuck on an island forever, just like the myth og Calypso. Though I never  became a great myth like Odysseus or Hercules. My story forever forgotten to time. How did I know that? Well every few years Dionysus would come visit me, telling me about wars that had happened and how society has progressed overtime. He was really the only thing I had remotely seen to a human, even though he was... You know a god. But some strange day he stopped coming. I knew he had changed his human form a few times to strange clothes over and over again. But it last time I had seen him was over ten thousand sundowns ago.

His whole prophecy of the future was true though, I stopped believing in him. Not like I didn't believe he existed because... Well he did exist, I had seen him multiple of times. But I stopped believing he would come and stopped believing he was everything. Strange how my god just flew out of my head and all it took was a a few thousand years or so... I think that's what Dionysus called it. Years.

Last time he visited me it was apparently in year 1979. But I had no clue what year it was now, I never understood those kind of things.

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Today I woke up in my makeshift cabin, the squirl outside my window was scratching for some nuts I had prepared for them, like I did every night. With A groan I sat up in my hammock, my bedhair was probably crazy by now. The squirls were still annoying me with the nuts even after I had stood up and started making breakfast to myself, so I opened the window and let them eat. They were my only form of communication. I told them about my plans today as I mushed some fruits in a coconut shell to make some juice to drink. My leg trying to grab my hairbrush that Dionysus had given me on one of his last visits.

Quickly I got myself done, getting into my chiton and ready to go for my morning walk. Palmtrees were covering most of the island, shadows covering the sandy ground I was stepping on as bushes moved away to make way for me. I was like my own little goddess and it was great. (If you forget how freaking lonely I was.)

Yet as the sun hit my face, and the birds tweeted around me. My eyes landed on the sea, spotting the human being on MY beach. My feet stopped in place as I stared at them, was I dreaming? God I must be or this might be a cruel joke on me... Please be a joke. I did not want any other human to suffer with being stuck on this island with me, what about their family? Friends? God, I needed to help them quickly get away! If... If they weren't dead. Oh lord please be dead.

But as a cruel joke on me the human moved, groaned as the bleeding on their chest were getting worse and worse. Shit- they were bleeding! All my worry of being a kidnapper or holding someone captive against ones will went away as I ran towards them. Kneeling on my knees as I saw the deep wound beneath their under left arm. His pale skin turning tan for some odd reason and he looked to be reverse dying. Thank god. But he was still bleeding, like heavily. My mind working overtime trying to remember how to stop bleeding since I hadn't bleed in what feels like a million years. "Take a deep breath in and out." I took some of their loose clothes, ripping it from the seams and wrapping it around their arm. Holding it in place as one of my friend's Davish the cow. (No I did not name it, Dionysus did.) came over with a bottle of Ambrosia.

My hand landing under his blond hair, lifting their head up so I could pour the drink into their lips and mouth and thankfully their body drank on instinct. Though for a weird reason, Their hair felt softer than most, like the soft sand under my knees. I didn't quite understand their clothing. Greek amour chestplate and a weird orange 'camp-half-blood' shirt, dark pants and some weird form of shoes. They must overheat in those clothes, but I didn't really wanna unchange them. I was not like Calypso...

"Are you okay?" The words left my mouth before I could stop them and I watched the scar on his face, it started from his blond eyebrow, past his eye and down his chin. What had happened to this... Human? They seem in such a worse state than I thought. His eyes opened and I almost got flashed by his ocean blue narrowed eyes. He seemed... Confused and couldn't exactly answer my question because the next second he was passed out.

So I dragged him over my shoulder and into my cabin, keep in mind somehow he was heavier than most bowls of fruit I carry around. Who knew that amour and muscles makes it a hassel to carry someone around?

[slasher-dasher]

Okay, this may sound... random. But I see Jason Voorhees more like a son than anything. This isn't shipping, this is just something wholesome I really wanna see.

Jason meets the reader and sees them as a parental figure, and the reader sees him like a son. And they have a healthy {as can be with an undead murderer} mother/father-son relationship.

I've never seen anyone do this, and I just want some wholesome parent-son time with him TvT

Parent Trapped

(Jason Voorhees x Reader /p; this was really fun to write!)

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This was supposed to be a fun vacation. You and a few friends had planned to visit some popular urban legend spots, one of them being Camp Crystal Lake. The story had always intrigued you, and you had managed to convince your friends to stop and look around just as the sign had come into view. How could you have known that there actually was an undead killer protecting the camp who was now picking off all of your fellow trespassers? Luckily, you'd managed to take shelter in a cabin that he had yet to explore. It was a little cleaner than the others, but not by much. No cobwebs, but a light layer of dust has settled around the cabin. A small stuffed teddy bear rested on the bed, tattered head placed delicately on the dirty pillow. You reach your hand out to pick it up as sharp snap from outside caught your attention. You whipped your head towards the window, quickly taking the bear in your arms for some sort of comfort. There he stood. You both froze, neither wanting to move as if staying still would prolong the inevitable. You take a hesitant step back, as if that movement would be your last. He didn't move. Just watched as you bolted out of the cabin and towards the woods.

"Jason, spare them." The voice of his mother echoed in his skull, forcing him out of the trance he had been in. For the first time, he doubted it was her. He obeyed regardless. Jason found you crouched under a hastily assembled leaf blanket, bear clutched tightly to your chest while you shivered in your sleep. He moved carefully, lifting your form with gentle ease as he brought you back into the cabin to rest. He didn't know why you had been an exception, your friends certainly hadn't been, but your presence did make him feel... protected? It was strange. He hadn't felt peace with a person at Camp Crystal Lake since his mother worked here, and even then her reach could only go so far. Maybe... if he could convince you...

You sat on the edge of your bed, hand haphazardly plunging a needle and thread into worn fabric that you'd finally been able to keep out of Jason's sight. Several years had gone by since you fell into the role of Camp Crystal Lake's second resident. While Jason disposed of trespassers and kept you safe, you kept the place tidy and him cared for. It was fairly easy, and Jason seemed to enjoy your company. He liked to help you clean, and would often hang around you while you were cooking, a habit you gathered was left over from when his mother was alive. You were relieved when he first rejected your romantic advances that you thought would be an easy escape plan, thankful that he truly did want nothing to do with that. Although, he did appreciate a doting kiss to the cheek (mask?) and other simple affections. The cabin door swung open as you reminisced, tying a final knot that you prayed would hold as the thread sealed the seam in the barely-held-together bear.

"Jason Voorhees, if you get any mud or blood on that floor so help me-" In an instant, an undead hand was extended towards you, holding a random assortment of flowers and leaves. A gentle smile graced your lips, replacing an older makeshift bouquet with the new one while he stood, hands fiddling at his sides.

"I have something for you too!" You stood, bear hidden behind your back as he tilted his head. Standing up on your tip-toes, you lifted the bear up to his face, watching as his stoic body language changed to a child-like joy. He scooped the bear up in an instant, pulling you in for a tight hug while your giggles filled the small cabin. In the midst of the moment, your eyes caught a glimpse of something on the floor, turning both of your attention's to the trail of Jason's boot-prints on the freshly cleaned floor. He got a very stern talking to about taking his shoes off before coming inside while he mopped the floor, apologizing for the mess the whole time.

[jeweled-blue-eyes]

I was musing with some friends the other day, and I thought our thoughts would be interesting to talk about. In WMMAP, Jennette basically takes on the role of LP!Athanasia. She has a more downcast, gentle disposition, contrasting WMMAP!Athanasia's lively and sunny 'personality'. And I say that in quotes because she basically took Jennette's personality, eventually making her own spin on it and turning into the sunshine personification we know and love as Athy. She even said as a kid that Claude liked Jennette, so she should act like Jennette (therefore starting her lovey-dovey act with Claude). There's tons of scenes showing how lonely Jennette is. She's deserate for a family, like LP!Athy was desperate for her father's love (her family). She clings onto our Athy, and even though she's kind to Jennette, she still leaves her completely in the dark and alone, until the end of the series. And on a similar note, Athy.. Knew about Jennette's identity and situation the entire time. Jennette had been told her entire life that she is Claude's daughter and Athy's sister, and Athy knows this, but she still leaves her to stand. Repeatedly, she acts loving and happy with Claude right in front of Jennette's face, and treats her like an outsider. (Example; when she fell in the lake and Claude almost let her drown, or episode 82 when Jennette asks if Claude is alright, and Athy tells her to go home). This also applies to the Debutante Ball- While Athanasia shines that day, Jennette is left behind by both Claude and Athy. Athy knows all about her, but lets Jennette watch her act close with Claude, and then scurries off with him leaving her behind. Of course, this isn't to bash Athy or anything, she was in survival mode at the Debutante. And a lot of times around Jennette, she was paranoid that the 'plot' would fall back into place somehow. I'm just pointing out some things. I know that some people will go "Well in LP Jennette got her happy ending, and Athy didn't!!!" But that isn't true. Athy doesn't know what the ending is of LP, and we're shown through visions/dreams that LP certainly didn't have a happy ending. (The Empire burning down, Claude getting sick, etc). I can only really assume that has to do with Aeternatas. They both die a miserable death. We can assume that when Anastacius shows up in LP, like shown in the visions, Jennette realizes at some point she's been lied to her entire life by the people she loves. And then dies, though I'm not sure in what way, we just see the empire in fiery shambles after. Additionally - Claude never even loved Jennette, he just used her to cure his headaches. So Jennette never "stole" his love from Athy. In WMMAP, though, our girls both finally get their happy endings. Athy wins Claude's love, and becomes Crown Princess. Jennette finds happiness with her real father and gets to start over in Mieta, while also taking on her mother's green eyes - which I see as her making peace with the past she thought she knew, and no longer needing to hold onto the Imperial family. I really don't get it when people compare Athy and Jennette, in "who suffered more", or "who is better than who". Aside from WMMAP being a father-daughter story, I argue that it can also be seen as a story about 2 girls finding their happy endings.

(side note: controversial, but I always find myself feeling more bad for Jennette than I do Athy TvT I think it's because we only ever see LP!Athy's suffering from very far away, we rarely even see her face, and we usually just see our happy-go-lucky WMMAP!Athy. Meanwhile we see Jennette's hardships more closely, making me feel more bad for her. That's just how I feel tho!!)

I don't like putting two girls against each other in trauma olympics but if you want to insist one of them had it worse than the other, the answer should be Jennette and not Athy. Jennette was never loved for who she was, she had to witness the death of her family one by one until she was the only one left behind amidst the destruction of her home country to either die a violent death or become Aeternitas meat puppet, an accessory to his crimes and forced to witness him committing atrocities through her but powerless to stop him.

At least lp Athy had Lily, Jennette had no one. I feel like LP Athy was a lot freer too. LP Athy's lack of magic saved her from court intrigue and being used as a tool by greedy nobles wheras Jennette was manipulated from the start. Athy could pursue her own interests and these happened to align with the duties of an Empress, contrary to Jennette who never wanted to rule but was forced into intense studies to learn everything a princess should know.

I never fully understood why Athy didn't just tell Jennette the truth about her parentage. Leaving the part out that Jennette is a construct made of black magic, she could have at least told her Anastasius is her real father and warned her that if she revealed her identity, Claude might harm her. Lucas, as the magician of the tower, could confirm her words. Jennette would stop seeking him out and if Athy continued their friendship, Jennette's need for familial love would still be satisfied. They could have been both happy together. There were no advantages to keeping it a secret, only disadvantages and the risk she would lose Jennette's trust if she ever learned that Athy had deceived her.

[zolass]

ㅤㅤ 𝗔 𝗟𝗲𝗶𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴

ㅤ···─A LEISURE MORNING with EMIL LANDORR

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCharacter by @yanderefarm

Summary: After an eventful night, the morning after seemed to be the perfect plum cherry on top. wc: 600+

tags: taller! M reader, fluff, needy Emil, OOC Emil, mentions of sex and murder, +

Note: I find myself currently rather intrigued currently with the characters from yanderefarm, and even though I like yandere characters, I'm so bad at writing them so- if the creator of the characters sees this I'm sry bc Emil is so going to be ooc.

Just a small scenario TvT

Anyways hope y'all enjoy, also if you don't know yanderefarm check him out.

A sneeze woke Emil up from his slumber, his eyes were still closed as he snuggled closer to the warmth that wrapped around his naked body. With a sigh he pressed his face against the warmth before he slowly blinked his eyes open, a warm feeling swirled in his chest as your sleeping figure came into his view. 

He trailed his finger lazily over your chest, his wrist in the gentle grasp of your hand. A smile played on his lips as he continued to watch you sleep, suddenly he remembers that it wasn’t always this peaceful, at the beginning you hated him. Mostly because of the way he even got you on his side as his husband, it was a cruel way and it took a long time to get where the two of you are now.

But he would do it again, but maybe a bit differently. Instead of trying to marry your sister, he would rather take your hand in an instant. 

He was brought out of his thoughts by the thumb that caressed his naked back, his cat-like pink eyes looked up at your face. A small smile played on your lips as well, while your tired eyes were focused on the smaller male in your arm.

And by the gods, he could melt into a puddle on the spot, by the way you were looking at him with affection. “Awake already, pretty?” you asked, with your voice laced with tiredness. Emil only hummed, “Yea– but it’s not as bad when one is greeted by such a nice view,” he responded, while placing his chin on your chest.

You put your head back into the soft pillows, before you rubbed your eyes while a yawn left your mouth. Emil placed kisses on your chest, you couldn’t help but chuckle at the tickling sensation.

With a swift movement, Emil found himself on his back, while your arms caged him in. The blonde had to bite his lip at the display of your naked body, a few years back you somehow managed to convince Emil to let you train with the soldiers, and since then you’ve bulked up a bit.

Of course he soon figured out it wasn’t a bad idea, as he could watch you train, the way your muscles would move beneath your skin and of course, the way you manhandle him now during sex, was another big plus point for both of you. His eyes focused on the gauze wrapped around your arm, you’ve gotten slightly distracted, giving your opponent in training the momentum to strike. You were able to jump back, but the sword still grazed your arm.

If you weren’t there to hold Emil back, the man's life would’ve been decreased to nothing. But still a bit of anger broodled inside of Emil, but the way he was so worried about you, even though it was basically a scratch, the teary eyes of your husband squeezed your heart.

That’s how you ended up with a long rough night, getting Emil’s mind off of the previous event. 

You watched as Emil caressed your bandaged arm with utmost care, scared to hurt you. With a small smile on your lips, you leaned down and captured the lips of the blonde with your own. A slow passionate kiss, quickly clouded his mind, before you pulled back with a smile.

“What can I do, to get your mind off of these things, hm pretty?” you asked, even if it was rather obvious, by the way his pink eyes widened ever so slightly before a smile played on his lips. His fingers trailed from your chest downwards, “how about– another round?” Emil whispered, his eyes locked with yours. 

You leaned down and kissed his nose, “I can’t possibly say no to that,” you said, before your hands placed themselves on his hips, and so you continued the activity from just a few hours ago.

By the end of it, Emil couldn’t feel his legs and was bedridden, yet he couldn’t complain as you took your day off of training, to pamper him.

[keykittygirl]

Not counting cats what’s your top 5 favorite animals?

TvT

You just make me can't include cats in this answer dude...

ANYWAY...

Let see my top 5 favorite animal :

1. Butterfly

What I will love to see every time I was sad and overthinking and just lost is butterfly flying around, especially when there two of them, the way the float and fly and glide around send peace through my veins, it's reminded me on how something simple and small can be so beautiful and complicated, from some research I've done about them, butterfly also sometimes the symbol of life and also dead, and they also have many other different meanings about them. And sometimes everytime I saw two butterfly fly together I'll imagine some fake scenarios about a love story whether it full of angst or just fluff.

2. Bunny

Because they are so cute and fluffy, to bad I can't let them nibble my hands without hurting myself, I have interacted with some bunnies before, a wild one and also the one that my friend have, but yeah majority of it didn't really energetic like cats do, but I'm still loving their long ears and especially the way they eat, in the past I keep giggling while feeding them ^^

3. Birds

I can't really be specific about it here, but some things that I love about birds also the things that I love from butterfly, but sometimes just looking at how those birds fly on the sky freely just reminded me on how we can't just giving up so easily in live, I mean just look at those birds, their journey is not easy just like us, they faced predators, storm, and else. And I also love their feathers, everytime I found a pretty bird feathers on the ground and it still new and hasn't damaged yet, I'll pick them up, and save them in my room. And fun fact I also love it when a chicken annoy my dad :D

4. Fish

It might seem weird to you all, but I like fish (both as a mean and a friend). I started to like them since one time in the past when my parents buy my brother a pet fish, but yeah I ended up taking care of them for about three weeks before they died because my dad told me to put them outside at one night. I also love it when I visit a pond and there many fish in it, I'll just grab some fish foods and throw them toward the water, the sound of the water splashing when they eat those fish foods just calming. And just seeing them swim in the water, sometimes I'll just stare at them without saying a thing like I just got hypnotized.

5. Hermit crab

I started to like them the time my parents buy those for my brother, but I ended up doing most of the job taking care of them till the end of their breath. I love how small and cute they are, the way they hide inside their shell, how colorful their shell is, and else. That time I always let them climb my hands and let them sit on my fingers, the way they grasped my fingers just bringing me comfort and make me know that they trust me enough to climb on me. After they died I always keep their shell in a safe place in my room.

Thanks for asking anyway ^^

[jayjaymorgan]

RexWalker Week - Day 4, cuddling

Author’s Note : Please remember that English isn't my native language, so there might be some mistakes and stuff. I hope you all like it, have a great day/night!

Taglist : @rexwalker-week

TW : slightly suggestive (that's all my virgin heart can take TvT)

The room was warm. The lights were off and the curtains were parted just enough to let a few rays of sun shine illuminate the dim room. The small apartment was quiet, with its inhabitants still in bed, their limbs intertwined together in a tangled mess. The soft sound of slow, deep breathing filled the air, a quiet symphony that lulled the room into peacefulness. As the sunlight continued to seep through the parted curtains, it casted patterns across the bedroom, dancing on the walls, the rays kissing the sleepy faces of the residents, gradually coaxing them out of their slumber. Anakin shifted with a heavy sigh, before blinking his eyes open, groaning as he shielded his face from the morning sun. He rolled over, finding himself face to face with the man next to him. Rex was still asleep, his face calm and relaxed and his breathing steady. The Jedi couldn’t help but smile at the sight, gently brushing away a stray lock of hair from Rex’s forehead, careful not to wake him. The clone stirred at the touch with a muffled grunt, as he buried his face in his pillow. Anakin chuckled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his partner’s cheek. Soon after, rather reluctantly, he pulled away from Rex’s side and pushed himself up, sitting on the edge of the bed he shared with his lover. His bare feet touched the cool hardwood floor, making him shiver involuntarily. Just as he was about to stand up and address the matters at hand, an arm was placed possessively around his waist, pulling him back into the bed. He gasped in surprise, falling back onto the mattress as the clone’s lips found their way to his neck peppering it with soft kisses. “Where do you think you’re going, Skywalker?” Rex’s voice was rough and husky, thick with sleep. The Jedi knight couldn’t help but chuckle. “I was just getting up, thought I’d let you sleep a little longer.” he replied, glancing back at the man. “No need to be so considerate.” the clone’s grip tightened around him as he whispered, his voice sending shivers down Anakin’s spine. “I don’t mind waking up to this view.” The Jedi’s cheeks flushed at the comment, but he allowed himself to be pulled back into bed, into his lover’s warm and loving embrace. They laid there for a long while, in each other’s arms, as the room seemed to fade away, along with the war, the responsibilities and burdens. Skywalker traced lazy circles on Rex’s muscular arm, the one that was draped over him, his fingertips grazing over the scars and marks that adorned the clone’s dark skin, each one a testament of the battles that were fought and survived. In response, Rex’s hand strategically snaked its way under Skywalker’s shirt, which made Anakin push the man away playfully with a mischievous smirk. “As much as I would love to stay in bed with you all day, duty calls, captain.” he teased. “Can’t you just... stay?” the clone pouted as he leaned over his partner, his hand still tracing patterns on Anakin’s bare stomach. “The Republic won’t fall apart if you stay just a little longer.” “It might as well do.” the knight said bitterly. Seeing the look of disappointment in the pair of those beautiful, hazel eyes, he reached up and cupped man’s face with his hands, his touch tender and reassuring. “Hey, I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Rex nodded, his eyes searching Anakin’s for any sign of hesitation or doubt, finding none, he gave a small smile and leaned in to capture his lover’s lip’s in a sweet, lingering kiss. “And when I’m back, you’ll get me all to yourself.” Skywalker added with a smile once they parted. “All to myself?” Rex purred seductively with a smirk, his eyes hooded with a certain look in them that made the Jedi shiver. “All to yourself.” the knight confirmed, his voice filled with anticipation, his lips brushing against the clone’s ear as he added. “I’ll be at your mercy, captain.” The blond man’s breath hitched, his eyes darkening as a sly grin sneaked its way onto his face. “I can’t wait, general.”