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[himasntgod]

LEONA X READER

Where you start to ask him to use his UM for you

Where Leona, always insecure and determined about the patheticness of his UM, begins to change after meeting you, an artist who creates glass and crystal figures, and asks him to use his UM to transform glass remains into sand

loved this one <3

Leona hated his Unique Magic. Always had.

Sure, people said it was impressive. The ability to dry anything, to strip it down until it crumbled to dust in your palm? Sounded like the kind of magic suited for a king. Ruinous. Untouchable.

But in practice? It was destructive. Useless. Unoriginal. All it ever did was reduce things into sand. Turn lush greenery into withered husks. Sap water from soil, drain warmth from food, crack even the air with its dryness.

He’d never found a good reason to use it unless he wanted something to disappear.

And Leona Kingscholar didn’t like being reminded that he was good at getting rid of things.

So when you first approached him about it, out of the blue and way too bold for someone who barely knew him, he looked up from the grass in the greenhouse with a deep, annoyed grunt.

“You want me to what, herbivore?”

You stood over him in that stupid art-stained apron you always wore, holding a cracked chunk of smoky, burnt glass in your gloved hands.

“I’m not asking you to blow anything up, geez,” you said lightly. “I just… need some sand.”

He squinted at you. “What, the beach too far for you?”

You smiled. “Yeah, and your sand is better.”

He blinked. “Come again?”

“The sand you make. From your UM.”

You lifted the shard to show him its jagged edge.

“See, this one’s ruined. The shape’s off, and it’s scorched. But if I grind it down, melt it again, I could maybe salvage it. But if you could just—turn it back into sand, I could get a cleaner rebatch.”

Leona sat up slowly.

“You want me to use my Unique Magic… on your garbage?”

You didn’t flinch at the edge in his tone.

“I want to try turning it into something new.”

Leona almost told you to piss off. Almost.

But you looked at that broken glass with such purpose in your eyes, like you believed something beautiful was still hiding in it.

And for some reason—maybe the sun was too hot, or he was too tired—he muttered under his breath.

King’s Roar.

The shard crumbled instantly, dissolving into a fine pale gold powder. Clean. Almost sparkling in the sunlight.

You crouched to scoop it into a container with a small, satisfied hum.

“That’s perfect,” you said, like you’d just watched a flower bloom.

He raised a brow. “It’s just sand.”

“No, it’s potential.”

Something shifted in his chest at that. Uncomfortable. Hot.

You came back the next day. And the day after that.

Always with cracked glass or ruined sculptures.

Always asking with certainty, “Can I borrow your magic again?” And Leona always acted annoyed, always rolled his eyes like he was being inconvenienced, but he never said no.

And eventually, you started bringing things back to show him.

Bowls blown in spirals of color, where specks of sand were like desert stars.

Sculptures that caught sunlight just right, making tiny rainbows on the greenhouse walls.

Or delicate little trinkets—a lion’s paw, a flower blooming in a dish—that you swore were just “practice,” but he caught you smiling when he lingered on them too long.

“Couldn’t’ve done this without you,” you said once, holding a jar filled with a swirling, amber-hued hourglass.

“Your sand’s smoother than anything I could get from crushing it myself. It melts cleaner. Glows brighter.”

Leona grunted. “You’re the one doing all the work. I’m just breaking things.”

“You’re not breaking anything,” you said. “You’re giving me a chance to start over.”

He didn’t know what to say to that.

Because no one had ever said that before. Not to him.

Weeks passed like that. And slowly, Leona started to wait for you. Subtly. Not that he’d admit it.

He’d lie on the grass and tilt one ear toward the greenhouse entrance, pretending to nap while secretly hoping for your footsteps.

He found himself pocketing little broken pebbles on walks, wondering if you could use them. Once, he even caught himself thinking about what kind of glass he would be, if you ever sculpted him.

(Probably dark. Sharp. A piece that refused to be molded.)

One afternoon, you showed up carrying a bundle in cloth.

“This one’s for you,” you said, unwrapping it.

“I made it from the first batch of sand you gave me.”

It was a glass lion—small enough to fit in his palm, all sweeping mane and proud curve. Not flashy, but warm, like the sun on stone.

Leona stared. His mouth went dry.

“…Why?”

You tilted your head.

“Because I wanted to. Because I thought you deserved something that stayed, instead of just slipping through your fingers.”

That—hit something. Deep and buried

He closed his hand around the glass lion slowly.

“…You’re weird, you know that?”

You smiled. “You’ve mentioned it.”

But when you turned to leave, he spoke again, quietly.

“Hey… next time you’ve got something to ruin, come find me.”

You paused, a little smile blooming on your face. “Yeah?”

He shrugged, looking away. “Might as well make some use outta this busted magic, huh?”

For the first time in years, Leona Kingscholar didn’t think of his magic as something to be ashamed of.

Your voice was soft. “It’s not busted, Leona. It just needed the right hands to show what it could become.”

He thought of sand in your hands. And glass glowing gold.

And he felt—maybe—for once—

Useful.

[astonmartinii]

head in the clouds | lando norris social media au

pairing: lando norris x fem flight attendant!reader

there's no one more attractive than the stranger at the same gate as you at the airport and sometimes that stranger works on your best friend's private jet.

yourusername

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yourusername: violently hungover, don't tell my boss x

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user1: i need to be her

maxverstappen1: your boss follows you on instagram genius

yourusername: oh yeah lol but i'm still alive and i was still on time

maxverstappen1: you took a nap on the flight?

yourusername: it was about ten billion hours long so spare me the lecture

maxverstappen1: you're so lucky we're friends otherwise i'd fire your ass

yourusername: you love me too much to do that maxy (and i know way too much about you) x

user2: how did you get this job?

yourusername: nepotism babes x

danielricciardo: i think you masked it pretty well for the first three hours

yourusername: THANK YOU

danielricciardo: but i did hear you throw up around hour four

yourusername: nothing like a tactical chunder on your childhood friend's private jet

landonorris: i for one couldn't tell you were hungover

yourusername: well look who's my new favourite, you should fly with max more often

danielricciardo: he's only saying that cause he has a crush, I'M STILL YOUR FAVOURITE

yourusername: whatever helps you sleep at night x

landonorris

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landonorris: reunited and it feels so good 😊

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user3: always obsessed with this pairing

user4: they're cute but i know they're so annoying to fly with

danielricciardo: i knew you missed me :)

landonorris: of course i did you big sap

danielricciardo: so you didn't replace me with a younger and sexier version of me?

landonorris: not technically no

oscarpiastri: i'm just gonna take the compliment, thanks dan :)

danielricciardo: massive compliment, i'm extremely sexy

user5: thank the lord daniel is back who was going to make lando blush all the time?

danielricciardo: believe me he doesn't need me to do that when he flies on air max that's all y/n

landonorris: DANIEL?

danielricciardo: she took these photos - look at the blush. LOOK AT THE MATERIAL

yourusername: i think i'm just a better photographer than you two combined so i just capture my subjects well

danielricciardo: nope. i think lando just has a BIG FAT CRUSH

maxverstappen1: LMAO

yourusername: who wouldn't? (i'm shaking)

user6: wtf is going on here?

user7: i think we're witnessing bullying

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: getting some padel in on the weekend off

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user9: max really puts his hyperfixations above his beef because who thought we'd see him playing with george after baku

danielricciardo: how did lando get through a whole session with y/n there he can barely get through a sentence around her

landonorris: why are you so obsessed with exposing me in public

danielricciardo: funny.

yourusername: he did very well, he took a few balls to the face but he took them like a champ.

maxverstappen1: i'm sure he'd rather be the one putting balls in your face. get it? his balls? sex?

yourusername: i got it, you're not funny pal

maxverstappen1: well i think i'm hilarious so

user10: poor lando is going through the ringer rn

yourusername: whipped all of your asses call yourself professional athletes?

alexalbon: you were freakishly good what is your trick?

yourusername: only time i'm not playing padel is when i'm asleep or on a charter with max it's the only thing i can be better than him in

landonorris: you're definitely better looking than him and like 10 million times nicer than him

yourusername: you're not too bad yourself norris, you've just bagged yourself an extra bag of peanuts next flight x

alexalbon: romance is dead

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f1wagsupdates: this is y/n y/ln potential new girlfriend of lando norris. she is a close friend of max verstappen, to the point that after she finished university and was without a job, he financed her education to be a air hostess, the job she now has on max's private jet. as far as we know she's never been in a public relationship but she also lives in monaco, is a padel enthusiast and has exchanged flirty comments with lando. also, she's a real one because she refuses to charter if jos wants to fly on air max - she slays for that one

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user13: if she's a longtime, potential childhood friend of max, the jos thing probably makes sense

user14: gosh she's so pretty

user15: giving your bestie a job and a life where you get to have her travel with you everywhere is really what nepotism should be

user16: for real where's my friend who will pay for me to learn to be a air hostess so we can hang out all the time

user17: i think her and lando would be cute

user18: and they would also make sense, they'd have a schedule that completely lines up and y/n would understand the sport and the lifestyle

user19: she also knows all of his friends already and they seem to get on with her

user20: "never been in a public relationship" she's just like us

user21: except she's gonna pull lando freaking norris and we're all still lonely

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yourusername: THE way to spend your saturday, perks of the job x

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user22: hey siri play that should be me by justin bieber

maxverstappen1: glad you could take a break from being a tourist to actually come watch me

yourusername: lies i'm always there you just don't know because i sit in hospitality so i can drink ;)

maxverstappen1: is that why my mum looked so happy to see me after sitting with you in hospitality?

yourusername: NO! sophie just loves me

user23: omg y/n and sophie just chill in hospitality? i love them

landonorris: i heard mclaren have great hospitality and actually has a cup of tea with your name written all over it

yourusername: hmmm we'll see if it beats the team who broke the cost cap on catering but i'm willing to take that risk

landonorris: i promise it's worth your time

danielricciardo: @maxverstappen1 look he's finally making a move 👀

maxverstappen1: ugh finally !!!

yourusername: yall mind? ACTUALLY i'm not coming back to red bull you're annoying

user24: has the bullying worked ?

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mclarenf1: lando is back on the podium with a p2 finish with oscar just behind in p4 congrats papaya boys!!

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user25: LET'S GOOOOOO THE WIN IS COMING I CAN FEEL IT

oscarpiastri: congrats lando :)

landonorris: your podium will come oscar you're killing it right now

user26: omg faves i can't wait until the double podium

user27: y/n in the likes ..... 🤔 makes you think

yourusername: idk what you conspiracy theorists want to hear but you don't need to know everything that happens in the drivers' personal lives and i can like posts of my friends doing well

user28: so you're not together

yourusername: you people have the reading comprehension skills of a rock

maxverstappen1: congrats mate, try not to get too drunk tonight, air max is scheduled early in the morning 👍

landonorris: i'll be there no worries

danielricciardo: of course he will, his favourite will be there

landonorris: laugh all you will but i have a pack of peanuts promised to me

yourusername: i'll put salt in their drinks don't worry lando

maxverstappen1: i have done nothing wrong?

yourusername: i am in solidarity with lando

maxverstappen1: i'm ur best friend?

yourusername: he's cute :)

user29: you can't tell she doesn't like him back

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danielricciardo: podiums give you balls. balls get you girlfriends.

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user32: HOLYYYYYYYYYY SHIT

maxverstappen1: they are not awake yet lol they're going to kill you

danielricciardo: i'd like to see lando try. y/n i am afraid of though.

maxverstappen1: you should be, a girl once threw a drink over me in the club for walking into her and y/n went feral. i was afraid and impressed

yourusername: had to protect your virtue max

maxverstappen1: much appreciated, probably the only time i've been attracted to you

landonorris: AND THE LAST TIME

user33: considering their new relationship just got exposed, they're doing pretty well

yourusername: oh we're waiting until daniel is in an enclosed space where if he tries to escape we all die :)

landonorris: he's going to regret this before such a long flight, esp with a hungover y/n

danielricciardo: is it too late to say i love you guys?

yourusername: free enchante merch and i'll drop it

danielricciardo: done.

landonorris: Y/N???

yourusername: what were we really going to do? plus i've had a crush on you for so long people would definitely know by now if i wasn't dead in bed

landonorris: you had a crush? why was i the only one getting bullied?

maxverstappen1: please refer to my comment about the feral club night

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landonorris: on a scale of 1 - 10 how annoyed would you be if someone joined a particular club on your private jet?

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user35: THE MILE HIGHER CLUB?

maxverstappen1: you're banned from the bathroom now, get a UTI i don't care do NOT shag on my plane

landonorris: so is that a 10 definietly not?

maxverstappen1: i will make sure you will never be able to use it again if you have sex on my plane with my best friend

landonorris: understood 😅

yourusername: i don't know how you did it but you made your first post about me even less romantic than dan's and his mentioned balls TWICE

landonorris: but i love you so that's all that counts right?

yourusername: i love you too but i also clean that plane so no one will shag on it or i'll scrap them

landonorris: i get the message no mile higher 😭

yourusername: but at least you get extra peanuts and the best pillow for life

landonorris: you spoil me too much

oscarpiastri: happy for you mate, it was painful watching you mope around the garage

yourusername: awww you moped ???? that's so cute

landonorris: i moped because i really liked you and daniel made it his mission to embarrass me constantly in front of you

yourusername: babe i've cleaned dan's sick off the floor of the jet nothing he could say could make me not like you

landonorris: thank the lord cause if i didn't ask you out i think i may have combusted

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yourusername: the 4am call times and mad max tantrums have all been worth it to meet you <3

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user36: god i have seen what you have done for others

maxverstappen1: now you're together i can say this, 1) i love you guys and i'm glad you're happy. 2) lando saw you once at a karting competition and had a crush ever since this was not new

landonorris: THAT WAS BETWEEN ME AND YOU

maxverstappen1: and he confessed that seeing you in your uniform is what finally pushed him over the edge

landonorris: STOP WHAT ARE YOU DOING

maxverstappen1: bro don't worry you guys are together, you're set for life

landonorris: thanks for having faith i guess?

maxverstappen1: BRO SHE IS SUPER DUPER IN LOVE WITH YOU

yourusername: he's not wrong

landonorris: hehehehehehehehe

oscarpiastri: he's literally sat in hospitality giggling and kicking his legs btw

landonorris: proudly so, my gf LOVES me

user37: lando got a gf before a win and i respect that

landonorris: i love you, can't wait for the rest of my life with you

yourusername: i can't wait, i'll even play golf with you x

danielricciardo: mate at least wait until the six month mark before you propose

landonorris: no promises x

note: hope you enjoyed, had this thought and i just had to do it. i'm working on requests and mamma mia p4!!

[orellazalonia]

Hi! Is there anyway we can get more Steve x Fairy!Reader x Bucky please? I love this little trio dynamic they have going!

Hello, dear! Of course! This trio was one of my first fics to get 600+ notes/likes on. I think it’s still one of my most popular works I’ve made. So, thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy! Happy reading!!!

Tiny Cravings

Summary: After one life-changing bite of chocolate pudding, you becomes adorably obsessed, sneaking midnight spoonfuls and fiercely guarding your dessert like a dragon with treasure. (Steve Rogers x Fairy!Reader x Bucky Barnes)

Word Count: 2k+

Main Masterlist | Tiny Trouble Masterlist

You’re not supposed to be on the counter.

Technically.

But the sunbeam coming through the kitchen window is perfect: golden and warm, with just the right glow to stretch your wings and nap. So there you are, legs dangling off the edge of the ceramic fruit bowl, watching with sleepy disinterest as Sam Wilson rummages through the fridge.

He hums to himself as he opens a plastic cup and peels the lid with one smooth motion. The scent hits you instantly. Something sweet, creamy, and rich. You sit up just slightly, like a woodland creature catching wind of something suspiciously delicious.

Sam notices.

“Oh ho. What’s this?” He grins. “Got your attention, huh?”

You blink at him.

He walks over slowly, spoon in hand. “Come on. Don’t look at me like that. You’ll love this stuff. It’s chocolate pudding.”

You frown. Pudding? The name itself sounds suspicious, mysterious. Not to mention it looks wobbly. You’ve eaten clover honey and flower sap, licked dew off spider silk, even nibbled the crust of Steve’s toast once (that was… disappointing). But this?

You cross your arms.

Sam leans the spoon a little closer. “Just a taste. You don’t even have to like it. I’ll still respect you as a deadly little creature of vengeance and glitter.”

You tilt your head, narrowing your eyes.

Then, cautiously, you lean forward. You wrinkle your nose, it smells sweet, but also foreign. Like magic made in a lab. Not natural. Not woodland.

Sam holds the spoon steadier. “Go on. One bite. I promise, if you hate it, I’ll never offer it again.”

You glance left, then right.

Then, finally, you reach out with both arms toward the spoon. You don’t bite at first, just taste. A little lick.

Your wings twitch.

You blink.

You lick again.

And again.

Sam says nothing as your tiny hands suddenly grab the spoon and cling to it like a vine. You make a tiny squeak, your wings fluttering like a hummingbird’s.

Sam stifles a laugh. “Yep. That’s the face of someone who’s found religion.”

You don’t speak. But the way you curl your whole body around the spoon and growl when he tries to reclaim it?

That says everything.

Dinner at the tower is always loud.

There’s laughter, clinking silverware, Tony making at least one questionable comment per minute, and Clint telling a story that definitely didn’t happen. You usually stay tucked in your little woven hammock on the center table, occasionally nibbling a blueberry or sipping tea from an acorn-cup.

But tonight? Tonight you are on a mission.

You hover above the table, arms crossed, eyes locked on Steve Rogers like a hawk watching prey. He doesn’t notice you at first, too busy listening to Sam and Natasha argue about some training exercise.

But you wait. You bide your time.

And then… dessert arrives.

A tray of pudding cups is brought out, chocolate, perfect, and glistening under the lights. You feel a little shiver down your spine just looking at them.

Sam glances over and raises an eyebrow. You point at him, then at the pudding. This is your fault.

He grins and takes a seat. “Good luck, Cap. She’s hooked.”

Steve peels the lid off his pudding cup and sets it beside his plate. You inch closer.

You don’t speak, but your eyes are screaming: “Give. Me. That.”

Steve finally notices you. “Hey, sweetheart,” He greets gently. “You okay?”

You point to the cup. Then to yourself.

He blinks, confused. “You want… mine?”

You nod. Firmly.

He looks down at the spoon. “I mean… I can get you your own?”

You shake your head. You don’t want just any pudding. You want his pudding. The one you’ve already emotionally attached yourself to.

Bucky chuckles from across the table. “You’re being challenged, Steve. Don’t lose to a creature that sleeps in a sock drawer.”

You shoot Bucky a look. A lethal look.

Steve, thoroughly amused, scoops out a single, perfect spoonful and lifts it toward you. “Is this what you want?”

You land delicately on the edge of the spoon like a queen settling into her throne.

The first bite is pure magic. The second is better. By the third, you’re hugging the spoon with both arms, eyes half-lidded in bliss, legs dangling like a sleepy sugar-drunk bat.

Steve glances at Bucky, then back at you. “Should we be worried?”

“She’s small,” Bucky mutters. “One more bite and she’s gonna vibrate through the ceiling.”

You finish your fourth bite, wipe your mouth with a tiny piece of napkin, and sit very still, glowing faintly from sugar joy.

Ten minutes later, you’re asleep on the rim of the pudding cup, arms wrapped around a chocolate smear, purring softly.

Steve places a hand nearby so you don’t roll off. “We need to get her her own stash.”

Bucky’s already writing your name on the next pudding cup with a marker.

“Already ahead of you.”

It’s just past 2:00 a.m.

The tower is quiet, lights dimmed, the only sounds a gentle hum from the vents and the low purr of machinery somewhere in Tony’s labs. Almost everyone is asleep.

Except you.

You stand at the edge of the kitchen counter, staring down at your target: The Fridge.

Your wings flutter with purpose. You’ve done the math. Sam goes to bed by midnight. Steve’s been asleep since ten. Bucky… well. You think he’s asleep. He might be sharpening knives somewhere, but you’ve risked worse for less.

You loop a piece of string–tied to the fridge handle just for you–around your waist like a makeshift climbing rope and pull.

The door creaks open with the slow drama of a temple revealing its treasure.

Cool air spills out and you zip inside.

Everything is oversized. Leftover chicken in foil. An ominous container labeled “Bruce, do not touch.” But then you spot it in the back of the second shelf.

A chocolate pudding cup. The label says your name in Steve’s careful blocky handwriting. It’s yours. It belongs to you.

You tackle it with both arms, wrestling it free. You manage to drag it out of the fridge and onto the counter top. You’re working on peeling back the lid, teeth bared and wings buzzing when you hear the voice.

“…Seriously?”

You freeze. You turn slowly.

Bucky stands in the kitchen doorway, hand on his hip, hair a mess, and one brow arched like a judgmental owl. He’s holding a glass of water in his other hand and staring at you like he’s caught you stealing classified intel.

You do not drop the pudding.

Instead, you wrap your whole body around it like a protective dragon curled over its hoard.

“It's two in the morning,” He states flatly, walking toward you.

You dig your heels into the lid and continue pulling.

He sighs and sets the water down, watching you with all the weary patience of someone who’s done this before. “You’re gonna crash. You’re gonna hum at a pitch only dogs can hear and then collapse in Steve’s sock drawer for six hours.”

You finally get the lid off with a heroic RIP and nearly tumble backward from the effort.

Bucky catches you midair with one hand.

You blink up at him, pudding clutched to your chest like a teddy bear.

He looks down at you for a long second. Then sighs again and sets you and the pudding down gently on the counter.

From the drawer, he pulls out your custom fairy spoon and places it next to you without a word.

You sit and eat.

He leans against the fridge door, sipping his water.

After your second bite, you glance up at him. Then nudge the pudding slightly toward him.

He blinks. “You’re sharing?”

You nod once. Graciously.

He grabs a small spoon and scoops a small bite. He eats it then nods in approval. “Alright. Worth the heist.”

You eat the rest together in the quiet, the fridge humming behind you. When you start nodding off mid-spoonful, Bucky gently scoops you up and tucks you into the hood of his sweatshirt.

“Gremlin,” He murmurs with a small smile, walking back down the hall.

Your glow is soft now, warm and content.

And even if he won’t admit it, he’s already planning to buy a whole case of pudding tomorrow.

Just in case.

However, that had turned out to be a mistake. For a week later, Steve wakes up early.

He always does.

The sun is barely cresting over the skyline when he steps into the kitchen, sweat still clinging to his shirt from his morning run. He reaches for a glass of water–

And pauses.

There, in the middle of the counter, curled up in an empty pudding cup, is you.

You’re fast asleep.

Your wings are limp, one foot hanging over the rim, and there’s a smear of chocolate on your nose. You look like a fallen warrior who fought valiantly against dessert and won.

Steve blinks. “…Oh, sweetheart.”

He sets the glass down gently so he doesn’t startle you, then crouches to take a better look. The pudding cup is definitely one that he labeled for you. He gave you that as a treat, a sometimes snack. But now?

This is the sixth cup this week.

He glances toward the fridge and opens it.

There’s another cup missing.

He exhales slowly. Not angry. Not even annoyed. Just… concerned. Thoughtful.

Your diet, up until now, has been mostly natural. Flower nectar. Bits of fruit. Fresh water. Popcorn on special days. Just things you scavenged or received in carefully balanced portions. You’re a forest-born creature. You glow like a firefly when you’re content. And he can’t help but wonder:

Is all this sugar… good for you?

You mumble in your sleep and roll over, arm draping dramatically over the side like a chocolate-smeared Juliet. Steve carefully wipes your face with the edge of a tissue, smiling softly even as he sighs.

“You’re gonna give Bucky a heart attack glowing like a Christmas light again.”

He lifts the whole pudding cup carefully in both hands and carries you into the living room. With slow, practiced fingers, he transfers you to a little moss-lined nest near the bookshelf, the one he built after he caught you sleeping in a napkin drawer two weeks ago.

You stir slightly but don’t wake.

Steve tucks a corner of a miniature blanket over your legs and runs a single fingertip gently down your wing to soothe you.

Later, while you sleep off your sugar coma, Steve has a quiet conversation with Bucky in the hallway.

“She’s been getting into the fridge again.”

Bucky’s already smirking. “She shared with me the first night.”

Steve folds his arms. “Buck. She had an entire pudding cup to herself. She’s tiny. That’s, like… three adult servings for a person her size.”

“She was fine,” Bucky shrugs.

“She was glowing pink last time.”

“She looked happy.”

Steve gives him a look. “She also passed out in the empty cup like a melted marshmallow.”

They both fall quiet for a moment.

Then Bucky mutters, “I can… put a veggie in her next pudding.”

Steve sighs but smiles, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I’ll make her a shelf for her snacks. But we’re going to start balancing it. She needs real food. She’s still–y’know.” He gestures vaguely, then softens. “Small.”

“Delicate,” Bucky adds.

“Ridiculously cute.”

“Stubborn as hell.”

They both nod.

That afternoon, you wake up to find a new space inside the fridge: a custom, labeled shelf made and sized just for you. A polished sign reads:

“Fairy Storage Only. Balanced Snacks Preferred 💚”

On the shelf? One pudding cup, two blackberries, a tiny square of bread, a miniature carved bowl filled with fresh dew, and a few other things.

Steve walks by and pauses. You look at him.

He simply smiles. “Just taking care of you, sweetheart.”

You don’t speak. But the way you glow , soft and content, tells him all he needs to know.

Even if you do sneak into the pudding again tomorrow night.

[starmaidengarden]

HAI HAIII ERM CAN I REQUEST HOUSEWARDENS WITH A FEM!READER WHOSE LIKE ENA SHINONOME BUT TENDS TO HAVE ENERGY WAVES LIKE EMU OTORI (⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎)

— housewarden x gn!reader. no cw/tw. established relationship. dividers: uzmacchiato.

Note: I don't know much about Project Sekai or its characters, but I did my best!! My apologies that this took so long!!

Riddle Rosehearts ༉⋆｡˚

At first, Riddle is confused and overwhelmed. One minute you’re sitting in the garden talking about emotions and reading books with him… then suddenly you're spinning around yelling.

He scolds you every time you break a rule or get too loud — but only because it throws him off, not because he dislikes it.

He secretly finds your chaotic bursts kind of adorable — he’ll turn beet red when you tug him into a random dance in the hallway or yell his name just to see his reaction.

When you're in your Ena-mode, he enjoys having deep talks with you, especially over tea. Your introspection matches his structured world nicely.

Will never admit it, but when you go Emu-mode, he smiles if you’re not looking.

Leona Kingscholar ༉⋆｡˚

Thinks you're a total weirdo, but in an amusing way. He’ll tease you constantly “So which version of you am I getting today? Poetic sap or pink tornado?”

Loves to nap next to you when you're calm. Your quiet presence is soothing, especially when you murmur poetic thoughts or hum.

But the second you jump on him yelling something like “Wakey Wakey, Leo!!” he’s throwing a pillow at your face with a growl.

Lowkey enjoys the unpredictable energy. It keeps things from getting boring, and let’s be honest — Leona gets bored easily.

If someone makes fun of your outbursts, he's instantly defensive.

Azul Ashengrotto ༉⋆｡˚

At first, he thinks your personality is a ploy. Like, are you just trying to throw him off?

Your thoughtful, artistic side intrigues him. He loves it when you help write ad copy for the Lounge or talk about emotions.

The chaotic energy bursts, however, make him short-circuit. You once burst into the Lounge mid-rush yelling.

He panicked. And blushed. And tripped.

Eventually, he becomes addicted to your unpredictability. You bring a kind of light he didn’t know he needed.

His favorite secret is how easily you fluster yourself when you realize you are too loud or affectionate. He treasures your smile.

Kalim Al-Asim ༉⋆｡˚

LOVES IT.

When you’re calm and poetic, he stares at you in awe like you're painting pictures with your voice.

When you go Emu-mode, he joins in immediately. You two end up feeding off each other’s energy—your bursts trigger his excitement, and vice versa. Expect chaotic, loud moments full of laughter and joy.

The two of you have caused explosions of confetti and impromptu song battles in the dining hall.

Jamil is constantly trying to escape the chaos.

Kalim thinks you’re the perfect match because you both understand the joy in switching gears — calm or chaotic, you’re always genuine.

Vil Schoenheit ༉⋆｡˚

At first, he finds your Emu outbursts exhausting. He’ll sigh and scold you for being “overly animated” in public.

But after some time, he realizes your emotional honesty — in both states — is rare and beautiful.

He especially loves it when you're calm and introspective, speaking in metaphors or sitting with him during skincare routines.

When you do go full Emu, he just closes his eyes and lets you get it out of your system.

“Five minutes. I’ll give you five minutes to perform your imaginary musical number.”

Will gently hold your hand when you fluster yourself mid-hyper act. He finds it endearing when you get shy after being the center of attention.

Idia Shroud ༉⋆｡˚

Is low-key terrified of your Emu bursts the first few times. He’s used to your quiet Ena side and feels comfortable with it—so when you suddenly start clapping excitedly or babbling at high speed, his hair flares up in shock.

At first, he couldn’t handle it. When you laughed too loudly or pulled him into dancing in the hallway, he practically fizzled out like a dying Roomba.

BUT… he secretly stalked you because he found both sides of you fascinating.

Loves talking to you when you’re in Ena-mode. Long poetic messages, and he sometimes responds with ASCII art.

You once broke into his room screaming and he hid under his blanket. You were later seen sobbing at the memory from embarrassment. He now thinks you're “dangerously moe.”

You are the literal definition of his favorite type: “awkward yet powerful.”

Malleus Draconia ༉⋆｡˚

You're a mystery to him, and he adores it.

Malleus is intrigued by your Ena-like quietness; he feels you understand him.

The first time you burst out like Emu, excitedly waving your arms about something small (maybe you spot a cute bug or think up a fun event idea), he is delighted.

But then you suddenly grab his hands and shouting, “Let's have a dance party!”

He blinks. Then he actually starts dancing.

Finds your energetic outbursts charming — they remind him of something ancient and whimsical, like fairy mischief.

He often stares at you when you’re lost in thought or when you suddenly start laughing at something random.

Will always ask, “Are you alright?” when you look flustered after one of your chaotic moments — but he smiles softly, clearly enjoying them.

[burts-baked-bees]

Okay?

OPLA Sanji x Fem!Reader

{masterlist for OPLA Sanji ongoing story}

Tags: Slight angst to fluff, slight pining, Sanji and reader are close friends and have truama bonded, Sanji has no clue he's in love with reader the poor sap

CW: Launguage, mentions of abuse, slight WCI spoliers, mentions of drinking

“I swear I’m one shift away from throwing myself in the godforsaken ocean.” Sanji huffed angrily as he threw himself down in a nearby booth. The Baratie had cleared out for the night leaving the cooks to clean the line and the waiters to clean the dining room, but halfway through the dreaded cleanup Sanji had both metaphorically and physically thrown in the towel. The dish cloth he had been holding went flying across the room as he put his feet up on the booth he was in and groaned indignantly.

“That old shitbag won’t so much as let me breathe on the line! I’m a cook! Not a fucking waiter!” He yelled, turning his head back towards the kitchen, as if Zeff could hear his complaints.

“You think maybe it has something to do with the fact that you call him an ‘old shitbag’?” A voice came from the other side of his booth. A small smile curled his lips as he sat up some and peeked over the rounded edge of the red leather seat.

“Oh I’m sorry, did I interrupt your nap time madame?” Sanji laughed as he took in the sight of Y/n laying on her back with her eyes closed in the opposite booth. “So sorry for the inconvenience, but aren’t you meant to be cleaning tables?” He teased as Y/n cracked an eye open and glared at him.

“Aren’t you?” She asked with a sly grin, earning an eye roll and angry huff from the blonde.

“Seems the only thing I’m meant to do is slowly die from boredom in this trash heap of a restaurant.” Sanji sighed as he fell back into his seat, pulling out his lighter and messing with the lid. Y/n laughed softly before sitting up and resting her arms on the dividing seat. She placed her head atop her arms and looked at him with a mock pout.

“Awww is the best chef in the East Blue all bummed that his dad doesn't like his cooking? Again?”

Sanji snapped his lighter closed and raised a finger at Y/n, pointing aggressively at her with a snarl.

“I am the greatest chef in the East Blue. Even if that geezer can’t see it.” He stated, earning a chuckle from Y/n as she sat up and raised her hands in surrender.

“Easy now, no need to shout at a lady.” She cooed as Sanji chuckled and gave her an angry smile, hanging his head.

“How dare you throw my own principles back in my face.” He chuckled as he began fidgeting with the silver ring on his finger. Y/n sighed and rested her chin on her folded arms again, smiling softly at the mop of blonde hair in front of her. She reached over the divider and brushed some of his hair from his face, earning a soft hum from Sanji as he closed his eyes.

“I think we both know he’s only doing and saying these things because he wants the best for you. Though I’ll be the first to admit, his way of going about it is absolute shit.” She laughed as she watched his lips curl into a smile. He looked up at her, her fingers brushing against his cheek as he moved.

“Yeah, I know…” He sighed as he leaned his head back against the wall. She pulled her hand back and looked at him with sympathetic eyes. “But you're a stowaway as much as me.” Sanji joked, “And yet I’m the one being treated like a sniveling child every fucking time I step foot in that kitchen.” He huffed as he looked over at her through his bangs. She chuckled as she hung her arms over the back of his booth and cocked her head to the side.

“My dumbass thought I could be a pirate and got stuck here paying off a debt cuz’ my ship damaged the hull of this ‘trash heap of a restaurant’.” She fired back, using his own words. He opened his mouth to speak but soon closed it again as he shook his head.

“Yeah that was pretty dumb.” Sanji joked as he pulled his jacket off and tossed it to the seat beside him. Y/n gawked at him before laughing and reaching forward to hit him softly on the shoulder. He leaned away from her and shouted

“Oi! Don’t damage the goods!”

She looked at him with mocking wide eyes and barked a laugh,

“Both Patty and I would have to disagree with you on that one, lover boy.” She snarked as Sanji rolled his eyes. A calm silence filled the space as Y/n sat up on her knees and looked at Sanji. She could see something was going on inside his head, and she knew him well enough to infer that he wasn’t going to say a damn thing. She studied the way his brow furrowed and noted how his eyes seemed more gray then blue in moments like these.

There was a profound sadness in him that she had only caught glimpses of in her three years aboard this ship. A profound sadness that he had more or less shared with her one drunken night in the bar when they should have been sleeping. A profound sadness that she wished every single day she could lift from him. The two sat in silence as the ship rocked softly under them; Y/n felt compelled to speak, to do anything that might help ease his overactive mind.

“Still, knowing what I know, having Zeff treating you like this can’t be good for the ole’ psyche…”

Sanji tensed up slightly at her words and Y/n mentally kicked herself for making that insinuation. She wanted to help him, but after the words left her mouth she felt a heavy guilt fill her bones. She watched as he shut his eyes and took a deep breath before smiling ever so slightly.

“Trust me, love. I may complain like this from time to time-”

“Almost ninety-five percent of the time."

“Ooookay. Almost ninety-five percent of the time, but nothing is worse than… what I came from.” He gave her a somber smile and pulled out his lighter again, flipping the lid open and closed in an almost rhythmic pattern. She returned his sad smile and pushed her baby hairs from her forehead.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have mentioned that.” She spoke softly as she looked out at the empty dining room; the tables were cast in an eerie candle light and the china adorning the tables glimmered like stars. Sanji looked at her, as her attention was placed elsewhere, and smiled fondly. He felt a warmth rise in his chest as he took in the curve of her profile. The slope of her nose, the length of her eyelashes, the round of her cheeks. The candle light of the empty room cast dancing shadows on her face that made her look otherworldly; he felt his smile, and eyes soften as he looked at her.

“Y/n I wouldn’t have told you about my shitty past if I didn’t trust you to check in on me like this every now and again.” Sanji spoke softly as Y/n turned her gaze back to him. She was almost stunned to see the expression on his face. The look in his eyes was, most of the time, reserved for the elegant ladies that entered the restaurant day in and day out. And yet here he was looking at her like that. She brushed the fond gaze off and swayed her head back and forth while giving him an apologetic look.

“I know, but it’s still not my place to dredge up old memories of abuse when I don’t even know the full story.” She responded, playing with the ends of her uniform shirt.

Sanji smiled at her and leaned forward in his seat, one hand braced himself on the seat top while the other reached forward and pulled her towards him. Y/n closed her eyes as she felt his lips press against her forehead.

“I appreciate you checking on me. It shows that you care.” He said softly, his words muffled seeing that his lips were still connected with her forehead. She smiled softly as he placed a loud exaggerated kiss to the skin there before pulling away and holding her face in his hand. “Okay?” He asked with a huge smile. She laughed at his theatrics and moved to stand up, leaving Sanji sitting alone in his booth as he looked up at her standing form.

“Whatever you say-” She began as she reached out a hand to help him up. He took it with a laugh and allowed Y/n to pull him to his feet. “-My favorite Baratie waiter.” She finished as she dropped his hand and started walking away from him, stifling her laughter. Sanji stood there with his jaw dropped as she walked away from him, his shock soon turning into a smile as he watched her shoulders shake from holding in her laughter. He let a chuckle slip out as he pushed up his sleeves and made a beeline for her.

“How DARE!” He yelled as he grabbed her from behind and lifted her off the ground slightly laughing as she yelped and then dissolved into laughter when she broke free. She began running to a nearby table to put distance between herself and him as she pointed at him,

“Not fair!” She yelled, watching as Sanji pointed back at her.

“Don’t you dare get me started on ‘fair’!” He responded as he laughed.

____

Zeff stood in the doorway to the kitchen watching as Sanji ran around tables with that wannabe pirate waitress. He observed in silence as the pair laughed and threw dish towels at each other instead of cleaning tables.

The small boy he once knew, terrified of making connections with those around him due to some dark past he kept to himself, was smling and laughing as he chased around what could only be discribed as a friend.

A small smile curled his weathered lips as he shook his head and walked away, the sounds of youth fading into nothing.

“Not bad, little eggplant… Not bad…”

[meadowfics]

bagel

cho hyun ju x f!reader

in which you find your newest roommate after a coffee run

warnings: no squid games, established relationship, fluff

you stumble upon a tiny orange and white kitten in an alley during hyun ju’s two-night business trip to osaka.

as you were walking down the two blocks back to your apartment, the raspy meows coming from below caught you off guard.

this is while you’re grabbing your usual iced coffee and a plain bagel with cream cheese.

you kneel, heart softening as it rubs against your leg.

it is purring like it’s already yours.

“oh my---where’s your family, little one?”

you murmur, scanning the empty alley for a mother cat or siblings.

you find none.

unable to leave it alone, you scoop her up, her tiny body warm against your chest.

you head back to your apartment, coffee cooling in your hand as you try to hold the warm kitten in the other.

this living being already rearranged your day plans.

at home, you run a shallow bath in the sink.

don't worry, you confirmed online that your regular dish soap is cat-safe.

you gently wash the kitten’s matted fur.

you chuckle as she squirms but settles under your touch and the warm water.

you offer her plain tuna from a can, watching her attack it and swallowing it.

afterwards, she flops onto the couch.

she lays there in a ball as if she has lived there forever.

the moment she curls up, one paw twitching in her sleep, you’re done for.

she’s home, and you’re already imagining her into your life with hyun ju.

you dash to the market for supplies while the kitten is sleeping.

you get kitten food, a litter box, a scratching post.

of course you got toys.

a crinkly ball, a feather wand, a plush mouse, and a jingling bell you know will drive hyun ju up the wall.

you set up the litter box by the kitchen trash can, scatter toys across the hardwood, and spend the evening on the floor.

you drag the wand for the kitten's clumsy pounces.

the baby's determination making you laugh until your sides ache.

when hyun ju returns, she pauses in the doorway, luggage abandoned, as the kitten bolts to her feet.

the woman is confused as the orange creature meows and weaves in-between her legs.

“um... y/n… what did you do?”

she asks, her tone playful.

a grin tugs at her lips as she scoops the kitten into her soft, large hands.

you lean back on the couch, grinning.

“found her in the alley on my bagel run. she chose and ran up to me, hyun ju. i couldn’t just leave her out there.”

hyun ju’s eyes soften, stroking the kitten’s head.

“aww you're so sweet. I'm shocked she was out there alone since she’s so small. does she have a name yet?”

you smirk, knowing your love for random and inconvenient cat names.

“bagel with cream cheese.”

hyun ju stares at you for a second before she bursts out laughing, head thrown back.

“you’re kidding. bagel with cream cheese?”

“deadass,”

you say, scooting closer.

"i was getting my bagel when she found me. it’s meant to be. she’s bagel.”

hyun ju shakes her head, still chuckling, and kisses the kitten’s tiny clean head.

“fine, bagel with cream cheese it is. you’re absurd, and i love it.”

bagel becomes the heartbeat of your apartment.

after a week of living here, hyun ju grumbles when bagel chews her laptop charger

“this cat’s gonna bankrupt us,”

however, you catch hyunju sneaking the feather wand across the floor when she thinks you’re not watching.

you adore watching bagel ambush hyun ju’s long legs as she walks by.

“oh, you tiny terrorist!”

as hyun ju scoops bagel up, nuzzling her nose.

after bagel’s spay surgery, hyun ju turns into a nurse of some kind.

she lets the kitten nap in her lap despite the clunky cone around bagel's neck bumping her hands.

“poor thing,”

hyun ju whispers, gently scratching bagel’s back as she fidgets.

the cone clearly annoying her.

“you’re still our perfect girl.”

you snap a photo, teasing,

“you’re such a sap,”

hyun ju just smirks, pulling you close to kiss your cheek.

“says the one who named her after your breakfast.”

bagel claims your bed as her own.

every night she curls up between you and hyun ju at night, her purring a soothing hum that lulls you both to sleep.

some nights, she stretches across hyun ju’s chest, and you mumble,

“she’s stealing you again,”

you don’t mind, not when hyun ju looks so peaceful with bagel’s warmth against her.

hyun ju, half-asleep will whisper,

“she’s cozy. don’t you dare move her,”

you laugh softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead, bagel’s fluffy tail flicking against your arm.

as bagel grows, her kitten fluff fades.

after three months of living at home, her round face sharpens into a sleek cat’s features.

you and hyun ju feel a pang of bittersweet nostalgia.

“remember when she was just a fuzzball with legs?”

hyun ju says one evening with bagel lounging across her lap.

now bagel is long, her tail swishing lazily.

you nod, petting bagel’s head.

“she’s still our baby, though. always gonna be our mini bagel.”

hyun ju smiles, leaning over to kiss your temple.

“yeah. our ridiculous, perfect bagel with cream cheese.”

bagel’s favorite perch is the sunny windowsill in the living room.

it is where she watches birds with intense focus, but she always races to the door when you or hyun ju come home.

she loves meowing like you’ve been gone for years.

“missed us, drama queen?”

you coo, scratching her chin, while hyun ju drops her bag to scoop her up.

“you’re so extra, just like your mom.”

you elbow hyun ju playfully.

“excuse me, you’re the one who taught her to beg for treats with those big eyes.”

bagel develops a habit of stealing yours and hyunju's socks.

she drags them under the couch to build a secret stash you only discover when spring cleaning.

“y/n, she’s a thief!”

hyun ju exclaims, holding up a pile of mismatched socks.

this is all while bagel sits nearby, licking her paw innocently.

you grin, tossing a sock her way, watching her pounce.

“she’s just keeping them safe. right, bagel?”

bagel meows, as if agreeing.

hyun ju sighs, muttering,

“you’re both trouble.”

you and hyun ju start a tradition of making bagel tiny hats from scraps of fabric.

your girlfriend loves laughing as bagel tolerates them for exactly three seconds before swatting them off.

“look at her, she’s a fashion icon,”

you say, snapping a photo of bagel in a lopsided felt beret before she flicks it away.

hyun ju snorts, crafting a tiny bow tie next.

“she hates us, but it’s worth it.”

bagel glares, but curls up in hyun ju’s lap anyway, forgiving her instantly.

on quiet nights, you and hyun ju curl up with bagel between you.

a nice movie plays on a soft volume, bagel's purring louder than the dialogue.

you ask if hyunju wanted to share a blanket but hyunju shakes her head,

“I think bagel is better than any blanket,”

hyun ju murmurs, her arm coming around you.

meanwhile bagel’s warmth pressed against your side.

you smile, intertwining your fingers with hyunju's.

“our little family’s perfect, isn’t it?”

hyun ju nods, moving your chin with her hands to pull you into a kiss.

she kisses you softly, bagel oblivious but content in the middle.

masterlist

[miupow]

Omg have you done girldad!Soobin head cannons yet?

GIRL DAD!SOOBIN HEADCANONS !

𝜗𝜚 ㅤ― 󠀬󠀬[ choi soobin x reader ] sfw , fluff . parent au , dad soobin , mom reader , mentions of pregnancy and birth , tooth rotting fluff

a/n ⸝⸝ no i haven’t yet… but i will now !!!! i hope you enjoy~~

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

soobin is the ultimate girl dad and nothing will ever change my mind about this ! his little girls are his everything and he would lay his life down in an instant for them

his daughters r such daddy’s girls he’s always the favorite parent lol !! he dotes on them and can’t ever tell them no the get absolutely whatever they want !

husband and father soobin with three daughters and a son .. his son looks just like him and is so shy and sweet ! his daughters always play with him as if he was their sister lol

letting his daughters put bows and barrettes in his hair, slather glittery makeup on his face, put a tiara on his head and make him play tea party or house with them. he’s always the dog.

him and his wife being the only two people who can tell their identical twin daughters apart and getting pissed when one is mistaken for the other. like wdym you can’t tell which is which??? starts color coding his twins so others can tell them apart 😭

he’s such a sap for his kids but he couldn’t care less , he loves them so much :( always there to support them in whatever they’re doing no matter what his schedule is, he would literally rather die than miss his kids dance recital

coming home from running errands to see both your daughter and your husband crying at the dinner table over math homework

he wasn’t very good in school so he’s extra impressed when his kids get good marks :) feels a little competitive with tyun because tyuns kids are just as genius as he is lol

he can’t stand being away from his kids :( take a child free weekend trip with him and he’s spending the entire time talking about how much he misses his babies :( always buying them gifts everywhere he goes they have sooo many toys and things because he just can’t help himself

taking naps with his kids :( soob passed out on the couch with two daughters on his chest, another daughter in his lap, his son wrapped around his leg 😭

[moonstruckme]

Ugh, Whimsical!reader x James (not together yet) where anytime she says something he just has the most lovesick look on his face and Sirius is like “we’ve lost him, boys” but then reader quips back with something about looking at those you’re comfortable and friendly with boosts your seratonin and you’re glad to have James look at you if it makes him happy

Thanks for requesting babe!

James Potter x whimsical!reader ♡ 932 words

“You seem like you’re feeling better today, Remus,” you say, passing him a cup of tea. You give one to Sirius, too, then James. It’s got a couple of little flowers floating on the top, James notices. Adorable. 

Remus looks a bit caught offguard. “I am, thanks. How’d you know?” 

“Your aura’s looking less gray than usual.” 

Sirius snickers. “Just like you to have a gray aura, Moons. Boring.” 

You settle on the couch beside James, crossing your legs underneath you. “I don’t think Remus is boring,” you say, voice soft and airy as dandelion fluff. “His color often just looks a tad sapped. It’s bluer today.” 

Remus seems to perk up a bit at your appraisal. He does look well, James thinks, but your noticing improves his color even more. Remus doesn’t like being viewed like a helpless, afflicted lamb, and you never have treated him like one, save whatever you put in his tea (it takes a few minutes longer to make than the rest of yours, though James pretends not to notice). 

James watches you watching Remus, and his heart gives a happy little throb. You’re so kind. Considerate in ways which you play off as incidental, but James can see the effort you put into taking care of the people in your life. He doesn’t know how you know half the things you do, but you’re always looking out for them. He’ll be waiting for Sirius to come home late at night and you’ll text to ask if everything is okay, or Remus will be having one of his worse days and you’ll show up unannounced with chocolates and juniper bound with twine to “cleanse” their flat, whatever that means. Or when James was sick with the flu a few weeks ago, and Remus and Sirius both swore they hadn’t said a word to you but he woke from a nap to find you sitting beside him with soup and a very strong elderberry tea. He’s fairly sure your presence had healed him just as much as the sustenance. You have that effect on him. 

“Do we all have auras?” Sirius asks, and James comes out of his reverie to find his friend watching him with a poorly concealed smirk. He supposes he’s had that look on his face again. Lovestruck.

“Of course.” You give Sirius a funny smile, like this should be obvious. “Everyone has an aura,” you say, “we just can’t all see it all of the time.” 

“What’s yours look like?” James asks. 

Your lips part in surprise as you turn to look at him, your knee bumping his thigh. “I can’t see my own. I’d have to ask someone else.” 

“What about mine?” Sirius asks. 

You turn back to Sirius. James feels the loss. “Right now, it’s mostly orange.” 

“Right now?” 

“Yours shifts a lot. A couple of minutes ago, it was pinker.” You tilt your head, considering. “You’re very sunset-y today, Sirius.” 

Sirius grins, and James knows that whatever his friend may think about auras, he’s going to carry that compliment with him for the rest of the week.

“And what about our Jamesie? What’s his aura like?” 

“Oh, James’ almost never changes.” You look over at him with a small smile on your face. Maybe James is flattering himself, but he feels as though there’s a faintly secretive quality to it, like some part of your smile is just for him. “His is always yellow. Though I have been noticing a bit more red than usual lately.” 

James isn’t sure he can speak with your eyes on him like this. You’re so lovely it’s choking him. Thankfully, Remus comes to his aid. 

“Is that a good thing?” he asks. “It shifting, I mean.” 

You don’t turn away from James like he expects you’re going to. You hold his gaze, that smile broadening just slightly. It has all the soft radiance of moonlight. 

“I don’t think so,” you say. “It’s not making him any less himself. It only means that something has changed.” 

“Good god,” Sirius stage-whispers to Remus. “Look at him, we’ve lost him completely. Bet it gets redder every time he looks at her.” 

“It does, a little.” Your eyes flit upwards, presumably to colors which he can’t see but he imagines his complexion is starting to match. “It might be the serotonin boost. Looking at people you care about will do that.” You set a hand on top of his, thumb stroking over the knuckle of his pinkie finger. James’ mouth is a desert. “I’m happy to have James look at me if it makes him happy.” 

Sirius lets out a short laugh. “I’m sure it does, babe. He’s—” 

Remus must elbow him, because he goes blessedly silent. 

“I’ve been wondering,” Remus says mildly, “do you give us different kinds of tea? They always look distinct from each other.” 

“Oh, yes.” You finally break your gaze away from James’, but your hand stays atop his. It’s hardly a whisper of a touch, and yet he’s very concerned you’re somehow absorbing every thought and feeling he’s having through some freaky osmosis. It doesn’t seem wholly out of the realm of possibility for you. “I make them with different ingredients for each of you.” 

Sirius quirks an eyebrow. “In that case, can I try a new one next time? This one tastes a bit like dirt.” 

You shrug, nonplussed. “If you like, but it might not do as much for you.” 

“What do you put in them?” Remus asks curiously. 

You take a sip of your own tea. “Just what you need.” 

[chibinasuu]

My Valentine | Killer x Reader

Summary: You got a mysterious note asking you to be their Valentine Tags: sfw, fluff, confession, no use of y/n, GN but written with F!reader in mind, reader wears lipstick (as many kid pirates do, of course)

“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard!”

Your face burned in embarrassment at Kid’s boisterous laughter. 

“Well, if I had a lover,” Wire interjected, “I sure wouldn’t need a whole day dedicated to proving how much I love them. I’ll simply show them every single day.”

Wire’s unexpectedly sweet words prompted Kid to fake-gag, while you groaned frustratedly, “The point is not to prove your love! It’s a day to celebrate love.” 

“Hmm,” Kid brought a finger to his chin, pretending like he was deep in thought, “Nah, I don’t get it.”

“You’re impossible,” You sighed, “We’re pirates, our days are full of violence and fights. Is it so bad to want some romance once in a while?”

“Ugh, when did you become such a sap?”

You gritted your teeth, “Well, you’ve always been an asshole, so I’m not surprised that you don’t understand!”

You flipped Kid off and stalked towards your cabin. 

Your face immediately found your pillow, your screams of frustration muffled in the soft fabric. Of course, your emotionally-stunted Captain wouldn’t understand. It was stupid of you to even talk about Valentine’s Day to Kid, of all people.

Warmth rose to your cheeks as the image of a certain blond unwittingly floated to the forefront of your mind. 

Now, he would understand. 

You knew that he would listen to all of your blabbering, no matter the topic, even if it was something as “ridiculous” as a Day of Love tradition from your home island.

Despite his covered face, you would know that he was hanging on to your every word from the way he would offer soft hums and small nods as you talked. 

You would know that he was listening attentively from the way he would ask questions, encouraging you to tell him more about whatever it was that you were chattering about.

Without intending to, a deep sleep eventually claimed you, bringing dreams filled with manes of luscious yellow hair and fleeting stripes of blue and white.

The sun had nearly completed its descent when you finally woke up from your unplanned nap.

You were groggily stretching your arms above your head when your gaze fell on a small note on the floor of your cabin, which appeared to have been slid from underneath your door. 

You padded over and picked the paper up curiously. A gasp left your lips when you saw what was written on it in slanted handwriting. 

Will you be my Valentine? 

Kitchen. 7 pm. Wear something nice.

You couldn’t deny that your heart started to beat a little faster at the invitation, but the rational part of your brain told your heart that something was weird about this.

As far as you knew, only two other people on this ship knew that today was Valentine’s Day, and by process of elimination, you came to the conclusion that this must be your idiot Captain messing with you. 

Who else would it be from?

The brief giddiness you felt was completely overtaken by a raging annoyance. Your fist clenched so tightly that it creased the little note, and you stormed out of your room to confront the redhead.  

“Kid!” You yelled as you burst into the kitchen, “I swear whatever cruel joke you’re playing here–“

You stopped in your tracks. 

It wasn’t your Captain waiting for you in the kitchen.

“Killer?”

The Massacre Soldier – clad in an apron – had his hands frozen midway through putting a lasagna-filled baking dish into the oven. 

“Hi.” He said awkwardly, “It’s, uh, not 7 pm yet.”

You could only stare at him as the gears in your head turned rapidly, “The note… it was you?”

Killer tried not to sound dejected when he replied, “Were you expecting someone else?”

“No! I thought– Well, um,” You continued to babble incoherently, taken aback that the person you had hoped for, but certainly not expected, was the one who wrote the note all along. 

Killer closed the oven door, fumbling a bit as he took off his mitts and quickly set the timer. He reached for something on the far side of the dining table – something that escaped your notice due to your surprise at this whole situation. 

“For you.”

Your breath hitched as he handed you a simple box tied with a red ribbon. 

“Dinner’s not ready yet, but these are, so…”

You felt Killer’s eyes following your every move through his mask, observing your reaction silently. 

You open the box to reveal a row of chocolate truffles, evenly dusted with dark cocoa powder. The shapes were a little bit lumpy, telling you that the sweet treats were likely handmade by Killer himself. 

A surge of joy overflowed through you, filling your body with a delicious warmth. How did he know that chocolates were such a fundamental part of Valentine’s Day in your hometown? You couldn’t believe this was happening.

And maybe you shouldn’t believe it.

Your brain cruelly shattered the euphoria that you were feeling. 

Right. Killer couldn’t have known about Valentine’s Day. Did Kid or Wire tell him? 

Was this some kind of sick prank that the three of them were playing on you? 

Or did he overhear your conversation and felt sorry that you didn’t have someone to spend this day with?

You couldn’t bear any of those thoughts being true, but you couldn’t really think up another explanation for this. Someone like Killer couldn’t possibly want to do anything remotely romantic for someone like you… right?

“Kil, I… I really appreciate this,” you finally said, “But I swear if you’re just doing this out of pity, or, or for a joke, then–”

“Pity? A joke?” Killer spitted out, “Where did that come from? What in the four goddamn blues are you talking about?”

He sounded legitimately confused, which in turn, made you confused.

With your face buried in your hands, you finally told him about your earlier conversation with Kid and Wire. When you were done explaining, Killer simply laughed out loud at your misguided suspicions, “You got it completely wrong.”

“Well, how did you know about Valentine’s Day, then?” You grumbled defensively, “Kid didn’t, so obviously the holiday is not celebrated on Kutsukku Island.”

Killer scratched the back of his neck bashfully. 

“I, uh, accidentally got a peek at your calendar a while ago.” He admitted, “I was looking for you, and your door was open, but you weren’t in your room.”

Your face burned, remembering that you had circled today’s date and wrote ‘Valentine’s Day’ in bold letters, with a bunch of little hearts drawn around it in red ink, “Oh.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to snoop.”

Killer shrugged before continuing, “Obviously, I got curious. So, on the next island we docked at, I went to the library and did a little research.”

A smile crept up your face at the image of your hunk of a Commander, hunched over in the library with a book.

“Did you know Valentine’s Day is not only celebrated on your home island? Quite a lot of places in the Four Blues and the Grand Line celebrate it too.” 

You cocked your head, partly out of interest at the fact he just told you, partly out of amusement that he really took the time to read up on the holiday, just because of some little hearts on your calendar. And partly out of surprise too – you had never seen the Massacre Soldier act as nervous as he did now.

His hand started fidgeting with the hem of his shirt as he droned on and on, “The holiday’s known by different names, of course, and there are a lot of different traditions involved, but the consensus seems to be that it’s the perfect day to celebrate love with your partners.”

He took a shaky breath, and hesitantly, in a voice so soft you thought you were imagining it, he said, “And that it’s also a perfect day to… confess your feelings.”

It took more than a few seconds for his words to sink in. 

Your eyes widened like saucers when they finally did.

“…You have feelings for me?” You sputtered incredulously, “Why?”

Killer chuckled at the dumbstruck expression on your face, “Why would I not?” 

You gulped as his hand reached out to brush his fingers upon your hair, grazing your ear in the process, “You’re smart, funny, beautiful, brave. You never take shit from anyone. You take care of me and the crew a lot. I love talking and spending time with you. You’re the most wonderful person I know.”

His hands gripped your shoulders, as if begging you to see yourself the way he saw you.

“How could I not fall for you?”

You couldn’t see his face, but the sincerity in his voice alone was enough to choke you up.

You were speechless, so you just stood there with your mouth slightly gaping, staring in disbelief at the man you have had feelings for forever admitting that those feelings were mutual. 

As your stunned silence went on, Killer’s hands slackened from their hold on your shoulders, and he took a step back, mistakenly taking your reaction as rejection.

In a surge of panic, and with a boldness that came out of nowhere, you grabbed his metal-clad face and pulled him back towards you, planting a kiss right where his lips would be. 

You pulled away just as quickly, letting out an embarrassed chuckle when you saw that your lipstick had left a little kiss mark on his helmet. Your hand flew to the spot, but Killer caught it before your fingers could wipe the stain off.

“Killer, I–“

“If you want to kiss me,” His voice somehow sounded lower than it was a minute ago, “You better do it properly.”

And with that, he brought your hands to the sides of his head, guiding them in lifting the helmet off.

Your heartbeat quickened to a million beats per minute as Killer’s face was slowly revealed to you. 

First his goatee, then his purple-stained lips, his pointed nose. 

Killer shook his blond mane and set the helmet aside before finally meeting your gaze.

“Kil…” You reached out as if in a trance and gently caressed his cheek, gasping at the sight of his strikingly blue eyes, “You’re so beautiful.”

It admittedly made you giddy that you had now become one of the only few select people that Killer chose to show his face to.

Hell, if the world knew what he looked like underneath that mask, you were sure that a gaggle of women and men would chase him down to the ends of the Grand Line.

Killer grabbed your waist and stepped closer to you, leaving a mere inch between your chests. Both of your hearts were thumping so loudly that it was a miracle that the other couldn’t hear it.

He leaned in ever so slowly… then stopped, leaving it up to you to close the gap. 

You tentatively brushed your lips against his, and it felt like sparks had burst all over your chest, leaving tingles everywhere. You pressed your lips to his once more, a little bit firmer this time.

Killer couldn’t hold back any longer and tugged your body flush with his. His hand traveled to the back of your head, pulling you into a deeper kiss.

Your knees felt like jelly, and you would’ve been sprawled on the floor if it wasn’t for Killer’s steady arms holding you up. 

You could taste a hint of chocolate on his tongue – he must’ve spent so much time taste-testing to make the perfect batch of chocolates for you.

Both of you couldn’t get enough of each other now that you had gotten a taste, but of course, you were only humans, so you finally parted to properly get some air into your lungs.

Killer touched his forehead to yours and grinned, still slightly out of breath, “So, does this mean you’re my Valentine?”

“Yes, you big oaf.” You laughed, circling your arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight embrace, “This year and the next, and for as long as you want me.”

The kitchen of the Victoria Punk never felt as warm as it was now, with you finally wrapped around Killer’s arms. A delicious aroma wafted from the oven, a reminder that a lovely meal for two was still waiting for you – and that your night had barely started. 

You wished it would never end.

a/n: i almost didn't finish this on time askdjksjdk i kept procrastinating because i didn’t quite know how i wanted to write killer, but i hope i did him justice! hope you enjoyed this little valentine treat, and i hope you're all having a great valentine's day, whether you're spending it with your partner, your friends, your family, or by yourself. have some chocolate and flowers from me 🍫💐

[tightjeansjavi]

snooze

A/N: this is all @corazondebeskar fault 🥺

~Word Count: 717~

Summary: Joel loves to nap

Pairing | Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: none, domestic fluff, soft!joel, peepaw!joel and a sprinkle of angst, readers nickname is honeypie and lady, reader has no physical descriptions (given the content of my blog, all fics are +18 minors dni!)

The last thing Joel Miller ever expected after the outbreak was finding himself in a domestic situation where he had the luxury of fucking napping.

He loved to nap.

Sometimes he’d fall asleep in the porch chair out on the back deck with the sun warming his face. He’d set his guitar down to the side, cross his arms over his chest and mumble about how he’s just gonna rest his eyes for a few minutes.

When you come outside to check on him, he’s snoozing, soft snores slipping past his plush lips. Face relaxed, and the once permanent furrow of his brows is no longer present.

Sometimes after dinner he’d situate himself on the couch with you and Ellie on either side of him while he lets Ellie pick out a movie to watch. He’ll argue that he won’t fall asleep..this time. But between the blanket draped over his legs, and Ellie curled up with her head in his lap, he’s dozing off with his head resting on your shoulder.

His favorite time to nap is arguably right after lunch. Specifically Sunday’s because it’s the one day out of the week where he’s not on patrol, and he gets to spend his whole day with you.

The sunroom is a new addition that he and Tommy built together. There’s a built-in bookshelf along the wall that is brimming with all different genres of books. There’s even some house plants. The main star of the room is the cozy chaise lounge. It’s a bit faded, and has seen better days, but he loves it.

His eyes are already droopy when you move to get up from the spot you were sitting on. He loved it when you would read to him, and today’s book was Wuthering Heights.

“Where you goin’,honeypie?” He rasps, peeking one eye open to look over at you.

You place your hand over his covered knee, squeezing it gently before you lean over and press a soft kiss to his cheek, and then his lips. “Laundry is probably done by now. I’ll be right back, okay?” You brush away a few strands of his soft curls. He’s been growing his hair out lately, and the grays in his beard are more prominent. You’ve never stopped loving this man, and he’s never stopped loving you.

“Hurry back, please. Miss you already.” He murmurs, lips curving into a lazy grin.

He’s a sap. A real softy now that he has no reason to fear. You and Ellie, and this town have turned a lion into a house cat.

“You’re a real softy, Joel Miller.” You whisper and brush away a few stray breadcrumbs from his patchy beard.

“Mhm. ‘S’cus’ of you, lady.” He teases gently.

You peck his lips once more, lulling him to close his eyes. Rest, Joel. You have all the time in the world to sleep. To love. To relax. To live. All the time, my love.

His lashes flutter as he sinks further into the couch, awaiting your return so he can snuggle with you once more.

Taking care of the laundry and tidying up the kitchen takes all of 10 minutes for you to complete. You find yourself thinking about the days when 10 minutes could either mean life or death. 10 minutes used to feel like 10 seconds. To run. To hide. To fight. 10 minutes now felt like 10 hours. 10 years.

You and Joel fought hard for this life of peace and not a day goes by where you don’t feel grateful for it all.

When you return to the sunroom, one of his legs is sticking out from under the quilted blanket, and he’s sprawled out entirely. His skin holds a warm glow from the trickling sunlight coming in through the windows.

He senses your presence even in his light slumber, and his arms subconsciously reach for you.

I’m here. You reassure him as his eyes open, droopy with sleep. He looks scruffy and soft at the same time. A big ole teddy bear; all yours.

Missed you. He murmurs softly as his arms wrap around your middle, pulling you back against his strong chest.

Missed you too, Joel. You melt into his warm embrace. Heartbeats steady, calm and at peace.

Two house cats basking in the sunlight, bellies full, and hearts warm.

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[dearlymrme]

Wanna Build A Pillow Fort And Take A Nap?

A Monkey D. Luffy or Portgas D. Ace x Reader short. Either one would absolutely build a pillow fort, and you can't take that from my overstimulated brain.

Soft breathing from behind. The subtle shift of bare chest pressed against your bare back as lungs expand and deflate. The confirming warmth you can only get from skin contact and presence.

Peace.

The waves lap outside. The porthole window is masked with black sheets to hide away the world. The ship is subtly creaking. You can only hear the crew on deck if you put the maximum effort in. Effort you don't have. All strength is sapped simply from turning and burying your face into the anchor napping beside you.

Heavy. One hundred metric tons of steel injected into your bones. Muscles turned to concrete.

Even the quiet seems too loud. Even though the towel was stuffed under the door to keep out most noise. Even though the pillows pile as high as castle walls. Even though your best friend and lover rests beside you. He acts as a vigilant guard against the crippling intrusive thoughts.

Again.

Suddenly loud. Suddenly, too much. Your jaw aches as you try to chamber the scream and the irrational anger over nothing and everything. Your body trembles with a rage that you can't release. You can't. You. Can't.

You have no right to be angry. It's childish. A call for attention that is ridiculous because what have you to complain about? You are trying so hard, but you are not trying enough. You are so tired, but you've done the bare minimum.

It's out of your control, but how are you meant to stay in control of yourself?

Fingers run across your scalp. Shifting and dragging like waves lapping the shores and steady as she goes. A warm arm wraps around but loose, not laying but contact. A suggestive nudge to bring you in, and you don't deny him.

“Deep breath.” You whimper and try your best. Try harder, but the fire sputters. “Easy does.”

And he waits with you. He breathes with you. He rocks you gently as the ship rocks you both.

The world turns. The war outside wages on. Another day, another dollar.

But for this peaceful moment, you are loved in an impenetrable fortress of cotton and feathers.

[angels-fantasy]

On my lady days soooo

Bakubaby period comfort?

Comforting You On Your Period

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Details: reader has a period, umm just talks avout cramps and stuff

Word Count: 469

IM SO FUCKING PISSED BC I LITERALLY JUST WROTE A WHOLE THING FOR THIS AND THEN IT FUCKING DELETED i dont even wanna write it anymore but im still going to especially bc my sweet dear asked for it 😼 and im also on my period #bloodsisters

you groaned as you lied in a fetal position on your bed, clutching your stomach. cramps were your worst enemy right now, especially since they were making it hard to even move, but that's why you had katsuki.

you heard him walk into the room and place something on the nightstand next to your bed. he sat down next to you on the bed and rubbed your shoulder, "i brought you some ibuprofen and water. sit up so you can take it."

you groaned more, "but it hurts..."

"but if you take it then it won't hurt."

well, he had a good point there.

you cursed him internally and sighed, forcing yourself to sit upright. he handed you a few pills and a glass of water to drink them with.

after you did so, you placed the glass back on your nightstand and went back to lay down but you were stopped by your boyfriend.

"hey if you're gonna lay down you can't fall asleep. you need to eat something with the medication, so i'm gonna go get you something. what do you want?" he asked.

you wanted to be upset at him for not letting you rot away in bed, but he was going to bring you food so it was okay. you told him what you wanted to eat and he nodded, leaning down to give you a kiss on your head which made you smile.

"you're such a sap."

"shut up."

a moment later he came back with the food you requested and you sat up slowly, accepting it from him happily. you pat the spot in bed next to you, "come sit with me, kats. we can watch tv together."

he did as you said and sat next to you, putting on the movie you requested to watch. you'd been watching this movie on repeat for the past week which would annoy him if it was anyone else, but it was you, so it was okay.

while you munched on your food you began to feel better and finally felt some relief from your pain. you leaned against katsuki, "thank you for taking care of me."

"'s no problem." he said, leaning into you too. the two of you embraced each other for a while until you felt your food-coma begin to hit and you slowly laid back down, bringing him with you.

"let's just-" you yawned, "take a nap..." you said, already half asleep. katsuki laughed softly and pulled you into his chest, rubbing your back as you slept.

sometimes he wondered if he was doing an okay job at attending to your needs, especially because he knew he was more of a 'tough love' kind of person. but moments like these helped reassure himself that he was doing a pretty decent job.

authors note

sigh

im still mad that the first version got deleted smh but WHATEVER i just need to go to sleep. if theres any mistakes or stuff that doesnt make sense pls lmk because im literally half asleep right now lolol kay goodnight!

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[farfromharry]

Summary: you hated Christmas before spending it with your boyfriend Lando, now you couldn’t think of anything better than the holiday

lando norris x reader

w/c 409

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Christmas hadn’t always been your favourite holiday. It used to be the time of year you always dreaded, and for some reason it seemed to always come around too fast. But then you met Lando and everything changed.

You had no idea if it was because you were in love or if he truly was just magic, but he managed to completely change your opinion on Christmas with ease. Whether it was heading out to the markets in his hometown, decorating the house together or even sitting around wrapping presents, you suddenly loved it all.

If someone were to ask where your ideal place to be was, you’d tell them it was in Lando’s arms on Christmas day, belly full after a large dinner and heart warm after a day spent surrounded by family and love.

That was exactly where you were now and you wouldn’t ever dare ask for anything more.

Presents, dinner and the vast majority of the festivities for the day were done, now it was time for everyone to relax and watch the film that had been thrown on to entertain. Some members of the Norris family were napping, others had their eyes trained on the TV; You were a mix of both.

You were on the verge of falling asleep in your boyfriend’s arms, but he could tell there was something on your mind that was stopping you.

“What are you thinking about?” he whispered, his lips dragging across your temple as he spoke.

You smiled, nuzzling further into his warmth. “How much I love you.”

If it were possible, you could have sworn you felt his heart beat quicker at your words. Lando knew that you loved him, but sometimes he failed to understand to what scale. Being reminded always served to make him incredibly flustered.

“Sap,” he teased.

A quiet laugh fell from your lips and if you could have gotten closer to him, you would have. He wrapped his arms even tighter around you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you got comfortable.

“I love you too, though.”

You hummed, eyes closing and sleep finally getting the better of you. The Brit smiled to himself, his hand stroking your back in hopes of making your sleep more pleasant.

He too didn’t know how he’d turned you from Grinch to Buddy the Elf in such a short time, but when it meant moments like this, he wasn’t complaining.

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[nan-not-found]

"Dulzura de Domingo" (Sunday Sweetness)

Pairing: Latino!Sero Hanta x Reader Genre: Fluff / Domestic Romance Setting: Lazy Sunday morning, post-UA timeline Word Count: 651

I can't fall asleep. So have more fluffy Latino!Sero.

You wake to the smell of cinnamon and coffee drifting through the apartment.

Groggy and still swaddled in the blanket cocoon you made for yourself during the night, you blink toward the soft light spilling in from the kitchen. The clock reads 9:17 AM.

Hanta is humming.

You smile sleepily, burrowing deeper into the pillows before stretching out like a cat and finally rising. Your legs are bare, one of Hanta’s oversized band tees hanging low on your thighs. You grab your phone, ignoring the texts, and pad quietly toward the kitchen.

There he is.

Hair messy from sleep, curls forming at the ends from the slight humidity outside, wearing nothing but gray sweats slung low on his hips and an apron you swear he only wears to make you laugh—black with the words "kiss the cook (or else)" in neon orange.

He’s flipping something in a pan, back turned to you, swaying gently to the soft Spanish music playing from his phone. A romantic ballad. Luis Miguel, if you’re not mistaken.

"Good morning," you say, leaning against the doorframe.

He turns, instantly grinning, eyes soft and crinkling at the corners. "Mira nada más," he says dramatically, putting a hand to his chest. "Qué visión tan divina. I must still be dreaming."

You roll your eyes, laughing. "Stop flirting, I just woke up."

"I always flirt," he counters, abandoning the pan for a second to stride toward you. His hands settle on your waist as he kisses your forehead, then your nose, then your lips—soft and slow. "And you always look this cute in my shirts. Not fair, cariño."

"Mmm. I'm not complaining." You wrap your arms lazily around his neck. "What's cooking, chef?"

"Pan dulce... or, well, the Sero version." He grins, stepping back to show you the pan filled with golden, cinnamon-dusted little pancakes shaped like hearts. "I didn't have conchas or anything fancy, so I improvised."

You melt a little. "You made me heart-shaped pancakes?"

"And cafecito, of course." He pours you a mug, just the way you like it—strong, sweet, with a hint of cinnamon and vanilla. He slides it across the counter with a little flourish. "For mi reina."

You giggle, taking a grateful sip. "You're laying it on thick this morning, Tape Dispenser."

"I'm trying to butter you up." He shrugs, eyes dancing. "Literally. There's syrup on the table, too."

You sit down at the tiny dining table the two of you built together during a DIY phase. He serves you a stack, then his own, sitting beside you with a satisfied sigh.

There’s a peaceful quiet that settles over the two of you, the soft clink of forks, the music, the occasional brush of his foot against yours under the table.

"So," you say between bites, "what's the occasion?

"No occasion." He swirls a bite of pancake in syrup. "Just a Sunday. And I woke up with you wrapped around me like a tamal in a blanket, and I thought... damn, I'm really lucky."

Your heart does a weird little skip.

"Hanta..."

He meets your gaze, his playful look gone soft and earnest. "I know I joke a lot, and maybe I say it too much—but I really love you. You make every day feel like home."

Your throat tightens slightly, but in a good way.

"I love you, too," you whisper.

He smiles like the sun. "Come here."

You scoot your chair closer and he pulls you into his lap, arms wrapping securely around you. He rests his head on your shoulders, sighing contentedly.

"Let's do nothing all day," you murmur.

"Perfect," he says. "Nada de nada. Just this. You, me, pancakes, cuddles, maybe a nap. Then maybe later I make dinner and we slow dance in the kitchen like we're eighty years old."

You laugh. "You're such a sap."

"You love it."

You press a kiss to his cheek. "I really do." -- Translations: Mira nada más - Just look Qué visión tan divina - What a divine vision cariño - dear Pan dulce - sweet bread cafecito - coffee mi reina - my queen Nada de nada - nothing at all

Masterlist

[valentine-cafe]

May I order an affogato please?

(Afab gn)

Vespasiano taking you on a walk through a garden and chuckling as you gush about all the different plants and flowers you see along the way. Finding you so cute as you ramble on about everything, and just wrapping his arms around your middle to nuzzle into your neck as you talk.

Little do you know that he’s now plotting to make you your own garden so he can watch you light up like the sun every day he’s home, and fulfill your dreams of owning all the things that make you smile.

Getting to watch you come in with dirt caked on your hands, knees, and a bit on your cheeks that he can’t help but brush away with his thumb. Smiling wickedly as you tug him into the shower after you so you can both “get clean” together.

Him being woken up from a nap because you’ve finally gotten the first bloom on a particularly tricky plant, and you shouted in joy because you were so proud of yourself. He doesn’t mind his nap in the sun being interrupted because now you’re covering him in kisses, and he tugs you onto his lap which ends up in a fit of giggles.

You finally pulling him out of his thoughts when you twist in his arms to hold his face in your hands. “What were you thinking about so hard, hmm?”

(Sorry if this is a lot, but I was absolutely captivated by your recent post about going on a date with Vesp, and have now fallen completely ass over tits for both him and his flower knowledgeable self.)

-🎐

˖⁺. ﹙ the charming vampire liuetenant  x afab gn reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . I'll make you a garden of joy !! 🍒 :  vampire ˖ lieutenant ˖ dilf﹙ verse 781 vespasiano. ﹚

vespasiano daydreams of making a garden for you, just to watch you flourish and thrive, all happy, dancing around.

The hazes of daydream dance before his forest green eyes a few more tines. Like the last flicker of a candle as your voice graces his ears. Pulls him from his world of soft fantasies and dreamy escapes. If only the span between his newest deployment and now wasn’t so far away. If only it wouldn’t take a blink of an eye.

He’ll till the soils until sundown and shop every nursery for all of your favourite flowers and plants. Make sure you have whatever tool you will need, any starter, any manual. Just to see your face light up —

Just so that you have something to find solace in when he is far away. Perhaps it will aid in your yearning for him. Vespasiano knew it was a fruitless endeavor but, he could not help but feel obligated to do so anyway.

If it would bring you comfort in his absence, he’d do it all tenfold.

“Nothing, amore,” he chuckles. He reaches to pinch the shell of your ear between his thumb and index lightly in response to the little twist of his arm.

“Can’t a man dream about how lovely his darling will look under the sun? Or surrounded by flowers? You’re too cute when you smile like this.” The grin that etches over his face at your flustered countenance makes you wish to smack it off with a kiss.

Damn his height. You find his collar and yank him down to do just that. Smother his lips with yours — and the Lieutenant is happy to oblige. Two, large hands clamp down on your waist as his towering stature topples over you. To return your kisses tenfold. To caress you as if tomorrow he will have to walk out that very door.

Whether it was a day, a week, a month. It was never enough time for you.

“What a romantic,” you hum to him after parting. He only cups your face and strokes his thumb along your cheekbone.

“You make me one.”

“Liiieeess, you’ve been a sap even before I met you.”

He can only chuckle and roll his eyes at your wide, toothy grin. He cannot wait to see it once he gets that garden in order for you. For now, he’s good at keeping secrets.

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•+* Biggest Man In The Room*+•

synopsis: in which someone feels out of place..

wriothesley x reader modern au!

“Miss Y/N! Miss Y/N! Theres a strange man at the door!” oh yes, the thing that most teachers would be terrified of, but your kindergarteners are just a little clueless

“Dont worry guys! just remember to be kind and respectful” you say as you open the door for your heavily muscled boyfriend Wriothesley

“This is Mr. Wriothesley, do you wanna introduce yourself Wrio?” you ask him as you place a tiny chair at the front of the rainbow carpet on the ground

Wriothesley, mesmerized by the amount of children who look up to you agrees and takes a awkward seat “uhm.. Hello, Im Mr. Wriothesley and I am the Chief of Police along with my partner, Jacques” he gets slightly nervous due to the amount of curious, and un-filtered judgement in their eyes.

You then encourage the intimidated little kids to “its ok guys, Mr.Wriothesley is very kind!” you smile as you talk to them. Filled with encouragement, an excited little boy asks a question “Mr.Wreeotheslay uhm..uhm.. are cops funny?” the boy nervousley fumbles around after butchering his name, Wriothesley chuckles and says “Yes ofcourse! i am hilarious..”.

a little girl’s hand then races up “do you have a girlfriend?” she asks, looking at him intently. Wrio then flashes a panicked look at you and you chime in with the a giggle “Yeah Mr.Wriothesley.. do you have a girlfriend?”

uh oh

Wriothesley goes through his mind on all the possibilities he could say, and what feels like the sea of children starting at him would say “well uhm..” he blubbers out “my girlfriend is a very lovely woman who is inspiring to you all—“ before he can finish his thoughts the class erupts in various oohs and giggles “whats her name?!” an over enthusiastic girl says

“well—“

“No stalling Mr. Wriothesley!”

he takes a deep breath “My girlfriend is Miss. y/n..”

a loud moment of giggles and chuckles erupts through the crowd, you eventually settle them down and say “I guess you found our little secret.., Mr.Wriothesley will read you guys a nap time story while I set up the cots for nap time” the class nods their heads while you pass Wriothesley a cute little bedtime book to settle the kids down

Eventually they all fell asleep and it was just you two awake in the room, whispering you ask “So, how are you feeling?” after a moment of thinking he responds “I feel very uhm, very silly for admitting this.. but I was nervous.. you spend so much time with these children that I consider their opinion on me as apart of yours” your heart softens at that moment “I—you really think so Wrio?” you ask while playing with his grey-ish hair “Im positive, these children are very important to you so their opinion is valued to me”

“aww you sap”

“no? im a person”

“ugh you know what I mean”

“Miss y/n..? is nap time over?”

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a/n: I hope you guys like this one :P haven’t written a full fic in a while I might make this like a series type thing bcs I love this niche

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