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Lifetime Contract [Azul Ashengrotto]

Content: Fluff, Reader is a Cat Beastmen, Timeskips, Jade Leech Being a Little Shit

Pronouns: None

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One thing you noticed very quickly during your first year as a transfer at Night Raven College is that Azul Ashengrotto was a very fascinating person. Despite the businessman persona he aired, you knew that there was something beneath it. So, you pursed him. 

First, it was simply to satiate your curiosity. Which meant you often found yourself in the Monstro Lounge. 

“Fufufu…it seems something has caught your attention.” Jade commented, glancing in the same direction that you were looking. 

Azul was on the floor today (a rare occurrence). Gracing the people with his presence (conning them out of more Thaumarks).

 “Might I recommend a new drink for you?” Jade suddenly said, drawing your attention away from the silver-tongue boy. “It is from our…secret menu.” 

You smiled. “Yes, I’d like that.” 

You figured Jade out quickly. He was the kind of person to stay around those who he found amusing and can keep him entertained. And he was very entertained by your curiosity. 

So, you let him indulge every once in a while (as long as it was mutual beneficial to you). 

And thus your prey had found its way to you. 

“Ahem…The Vanessa.” 

Your smile slipped into a grin.  “Thank you, Azul.”  

“Yes, well—” You cut him off with a raised hand. 

“I’d actually like to know more about this drink.” You leaned forward, resting your elbows on the table, and your chin on your laced fingers. “You’ll tell me, won't you?”

You watched his Adam’s Apple bob as he realized that there was no getting away from you. For who was he to deny a such a simple request of a costumer?

Slowly, but surely, did he get used to your presence in the lounge. Your table was always ready, and there was a new drink to try at least once a week. You were sure he was doing this for you, but why? Was it a mutual fascination? Or did he found worth in your intel gathering skills. You didn’t know, but it did unnerve you when he began to seek you out.

And so the hunter became the hunted. 

He greeted you easily, despite the fact that you were hiding away in a tree (Jade obviously had something to do with this). “Might you give me a moment of your time? I’m conducting a… consumer survey.”

You rolled your eyes, ears flicking in annoyance. 

Is this really the best he had? 

“Ah, I also have a sample of a new product. I’d like to get your opinion.” 

You removed yourself from the tree branch, landing effortlessly on your feet. 

“Sample first, questions later.” 

He smiled, and it wasn’t that slimy business smile, but it wasn’t fully genuine. 

To put it simply, it was just a smile. Nothing behind it, nothing in front of it. 

Then a year passed between the two of you playing this game of Cat and Octopus. Which is how you somehow found yourself in Azul’s office the evening before graduation night. A plain paper contract sitting between you. 

Your gaze lifted from the paper, to the man who had issued it. He was leaned forward, chin resting on his laced fingers. He was very intently staring at the contract. 

You knew what he was asking, you also knew why he was going about it this was, but—

“Fine, I accept this contract. However,” You shoved three fingers into his relieved face, “I will win your heart in three years, and if I do this contract will be voided, and we’ll have a relationship with nothing in between us.” You signed the contract, noting the lack of his Unique Magic (It really was a regular contract, huh).

He slumped back in his chair. “I…”

“You just have to trust me.” You paused, “Or should I say invest in our relationship?” 

He chuckled. “I’ve done a lot of investing in this relationship.”

“Then invest in our future together, Azul.” You smiled. “Take this step of faith.”

“After all these years, I never thought that I’d still find the two of you entertaining.” 

You smiled, adjusting your shell necklace. “I’ll be honest, I thought the same. I thought you’d be more interested in what was going on with Ace and Yuuna.”

“Oh, I am interested in those two, quite much. However, there’s a nostalgic charm with you and Azul that I just adore.”

“I can’t believe you’re saying such sweet things on my wedding day. Are you trying to steal me away, Jade Leech?”  

He placed a hand on his chest, looking apologetic (you knew he wasn’t). “I wouldn’t dare encroach on what wasn’t mine. Especially after you worked so hard for his heart.” His hands reached toward you, gently moving the veil over your face. “Enough banter for now, we’ll have all the time in the world after this.”

“You’re right.”

“He might just burst out into tears if we do.”

You blinked, then said. 

“I want all the details after this has all settled.”

“You’ve got a deal, Mx. Ashengrotto.” 

It's 1AM, and I decided to write something from my random thoughts doc.

Enjoy, nya.

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Sins of the Father [Inhibitor Lunae | Dan Heng]

Content: Angst, Assassins & Hitmen AU, Dan Heng and Bailu are Siblings (and Dan Feng is their father), Reader-Insert, POV Second Person

Pronouns: None

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“When will brother be back?”

You looked down at the little girl who was resting at your side. She looked up at you with those large eyes that reminded you of the ocean waves touching the beach. 

They were beautiful, but honestly they also made you sad. She was the golden sand, unable to leave the protection of the land. While her brother was the ocean, impenetrable. No matter how deep you went, there would always be something hidden deeper. 

Brushing the hair that had fallen near her eyes, you answered her. “He’ll be back soon, Bailu.” 

She huffed, sitting up. “Why is he always out so late? Doesn’t he know that that’s bad for you!”

You smiled, gently persuading her to lay back down. “You’re right. Which is why you need to rest, so that you can grow big and strong.”

“Not until he gets back.”

You held back a sigh. There was no point in arguing any further. You knew that when Bailu got like this, there was no changing her mind. Especially when it had to do with her brother. The two of them were incredibly stubborn like that. 

jing, jing

You paused, glancing at the entryway, then at Bailu who had fallen asleep. You smiled. No matter how much older she attempted to act, she was still just a little, growing girl. 

You gently removed yourself from her, making your way to greet the person beyond the door. 

He was already in the house, back turned to shut the door as quietly as possible as he toed out of his shoes. When he did turn around, he jolted, obviously not expecting you. 

“...you’re still awake.” 

You frowned. He was refusing to make eye contact. “Bailu couldn’t sleep. She tried her hardest to stay up.” You crossed your arms. 

He sighed. “She really needs to stop doing that.”

“And you need to stop doing what you're doing, and yet here you are. Late again.” 

That got his attention, you thought as his eyes snapped up to meet yours. 

“You know why I have to do this.”

“I know why you say that you have to do it, but that doesn’t mean that—”

He had moved closer, into your personal space, forcing you to acknowledge the change in his demeanor. 

“It does.” He sighed roughly. “...It does if it keeps you and Bailu safe.” 

You glared at him. “The sins of your father are not yours to bear.”

You hated their father, Dan Feng, a no good man who left nothing to his children, but pain and suffering. 

“They are when there is no one left to bear them.” 

And you hated that this man forced his own son to think that he had to settle the debt of his wrongdoings. The people he were tied up with wouldn’t leave him alone until after the debt was paid in cash or otherwise. 

And you refused to let it be otherwise. 

“How many times have I told you that I can help. Just let me—” You tired, but he cut you off.

“I refuse to allow you to get involved any further than what you already have.” He took a step closer, which forced you to take a step back. His hand snatched your wrist, pulling closer as he leaned down toward your ear. “I am grateful for you for watching over Bailu, truly I am. But if you keep digging, where you don’t belong, I’ll have to remove you myself.” He released you, pushing you, and disappearing further into the home. 

‘How much longer?’ 

You put Bailu to bed, before retiring to your own room.

How much longer would he inflict such suffering on himself? How much longer did he have before it torn him asunder?

The answer: Not long. 

Thankfully, Bailu had a sleepover tonight and wasn’t home to see…this.

He was badly bloody and bruised, shallow breaths the only thing signaling that he wasn’t dead. 

It was silent between the two of you as you worked on patching him up. 

It was silent as he retreated to his room while you cleaned the aftermath.

It was silent as you watched him you.

Both of you having so much to say, but neither of you knowing how to say it.

And so you didn’t, actions spoke louder than words after all, didn’t they?

“Hello, Blade.”

BANG

“Goodnight, Yingxing.”

Click

tap, tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap

The bridge of silence had grown between you. Neither knowing the other anymore. The deep relationship that the two of you had formed had been destroyed by you.

But you were fine with that, you made your bed that day, and now it was time to lie in it. 

You finished off the drink you had been nursing. “I don’t regret what I did, so I hope you weren’t expecting to lecture me.”

“No…rather, I’d like to thank you.” 

You peered at him through your lashes. “Oh?”

He stepped closer, not into your personal space, but at the edge of that. “Yes, I understand. Just as I want to protect you and Bailu, you wanted to protect Bailu and I.”

You smiled, presenting him your hand. “And now we can protect her together.”

He placed a kiss on the knuckle of your middle finger. “Yes…”

BANG, BANG

No one would dare touch the Little Lady of the Dragon. 

Least they be devoured in its bloody maw.

Um, so me and Rogue were talking about things, and it devolved into how I view Dan Heng and Bailu as siblings. Um, I wanted to make something more hurt/comfort-y, but I instead manifested this...at like 1-2am, so yea...hope you enjoyed...this.

Also, can you tell I've been reading a lot of manwhas lmao

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Is it okay if i request a oneshot of Itto x taurean reader 🙏🙏 Just a wee fluff of cow-hybrid reader pretty please with best boy Itto <33

I will not be fulfilling this request. You are free to request something else.

Please be mindful of my rules.

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🪞 TwistedχHearts 🗝️Update! Seven | Heartslabyul [26-28]

When one’s heart returns to itself, it’s like walking through a stream. You are embraced by its cool, refreshing waters. Unknowing of the waterfall that lies beyond the horizon. However, you do become aware, slowly yet surely, of your impending awakening. 

First was sound,

“Riddle!”  Many voices called the name desperately, but one stood out. The one who brought you back from the other side. You could hear the tears that wet his lashes, and the lump in his throat. 

A wet cough bubbled its way up and out, as two senses hit you at once. The familiar metallic taste flooding your mouth, and dripping down your chin as the distinct smell of char overpowered everything, as well as the disgustingly wet smell of those who put out the fires. A soft roasted vanilla scent that wrapped you in its embrace as if you’d slip away from it in the next moment.

That’s when you realized that you were being held. A strong arm held you close, while a usually soft hand that was now scrapped up was gently brushing along your face. 

“Cater…” It was garbled, new blood overflowing out the corners of your mouth. “Oh, ew…”

“You gave me a heart attack…” It was quiet, something you weren’t supposed to hear. You felt a few taps on your cheek, and he spoke louder. “Can you open your eyes? Come on…”

You sighed through your nose, but still nodded. “…gimme a sec…”

You felt him sigh, and after a few moments, you found those green eyes gazing at you worriedly, but sternly.

“Never do that again.”

You smiled, “…no promises.”

He gasped, whipping his thumb across the corner of your mouth. “None of that right now!”

You let your head loll to the side, finding everyone else in varying states. Trey was cradling Riddle, much like how Cater was holding you.

Ace and Deuce were both laid out on the grass, quietly gazing at the sky.

Crowley was standing a bit off to the side, his back was to you, so you couldn’t see what he was doing.

And Grim was even further outside your field of vision, but with a little straining you were able to find him. His nose was to the ground, sniffing for something. After a few moments, and a bit of digging, he found what he was looking for:

A small, jagged, black gem that he popped right into his mouth.

You wondered if it tasted better than this ever so familiar, dreadful metallic flavor.

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[alieinthemorning]

“and it’s been really inspiring”

Who’s been inspiring who?

We are just in an infinite loop of enabling each other’s creative insanity inspiring each other.

And to be honest, I don’t think I would have gotten this far with you and Sand (@lavacane) being interested in this little fic of mine.

So honestly, thank the both of you for keeping me going. I’m excited to see where this next year takes us!

🪞 TwistedχHearts 🗝️Update! Seven | Heartslabyul [26-28]

When one’s heart returns to itself, it’s like walking through a stream. You are embraced by its cool, refreshing waters. Unknowing of the waterfall that lies beyond the horizon. However, you do become aware, slowly yet surely, of your impending awakening. 

First was sound,

“Riddle!”  Many voices called the name desperately, but one stood out. The one who brought you back from the other side. You could hear the tears that wet his lashes, and the lump in his throat. 

A wet cough bubbled its way up and out, as two senses hit you at once. The familiar metallic taste flooding your mouth, and dripping down your chin as the distinct smell of char overpowered everything, as well as the disgustingly wet smell of those who put out the fires. A soft roasted vanilla scent that wrapped you in its embrace as if you’d slip away from it in the next moment.

That’s when you realized that you were being held. A strong arm held you close, while a usually soft hand that was now scrapped up was gently brushing along your face. 

“Cater…” It was garbled, new blood overflowing out the corners of your mouth. “Oh, ew…”

“You gave me a heart attack…” It was quiet, something you weren’t supposed to hear. You felt a few taps on your cheek, and he spoke louder. “Can you open your eyes? Come on…”

You sighed through your nose, but still nodded. “…gimme a sec…”

You felt him sigh, and after a few moments, you found those green eyes gazing at you worriedly, but sternly.

“Never do that again.”

You smiled, “…no promises.”

He gasped, whipping his thumb across the corner of your mouth. “None of that right now!”

You let your head loll to the side, finding everyone else in varying states. Trey was cradling Riddle, much like how Cater was holding you.

Ace and Deuce were both laid out on the grass, quietly gazing at the sky.

Crowley was standing a bit off to the side, his back was to you, so you couldn’t see what he was doing.

And Grim was even further outside your field of vision, but with a little straining you were able to find him. His nose was to the ground, sniffing for something. After a few moments, and a bit of digging, he found what he was looking for:

A small, jagged, black gem that he popped right into his mouth.

You wondered if it tasted better than this ever so familiar, dreadful metallic flavor.

When one’s heart returns to itself, it’s like walking through a stream. You are embraced by its cool, refreshing waters. Unknowing of the waterfall that lies beyond the horizon. However, you do become aware, slowly yet surely, of your impending awakening. 

First was sound,

“Riddle!”  Many voices called the name desperately, but one stood out. The one who brought you back from the other side. You could hear the tears that wet his lashes, and the lump in his throat. 

A wet cough bubbled its way up and out, as two senses hit you at once. The familiar metallic taste flooding your mouth, and dripping down your chin as the distinct smell of char overpowered everything, as well as the disgustingly wet smell of those who put out the fires. A soft roasted vanilla scent that wrapped you in its embrace as if you’d slip away from it in the next moment.

That’s when you realized that you were being held. A strong arm held you close, while a usually soft hand that was now scrapped up was gently brushing along your face. 

“Cater…” It was garbled, new blood overflowing out the corners of your mouth. “Oh, ew…”

“You gave me a heart attack…” It was quiet, something you weren’t supposed to hear. You felt a few taps on your cheek, and he spoke louder. “Can you open your eyes? Come on…”

You sighed through your nose, but still nodded. “…gimme a sec…”

You felt him sigh, and after a few moments, you found those green eyes gazing at you worriedly, but sternly.

“Never do that again.”

You smiled, “…no promises.”

He gasped, whipping his thumb across the corner of your mouth. “None of that right now!”

You let your head loll to the side, finding everyone else in varying states. Trey was cradling Riddle, much like how Cater was holding you.

Ace and Deuce were both laid out on the grass, quietly gazing at the sky.

Crowley was standing a bit off to the side, his back was to you, so you couldn’t see what he was doing.

And Grim was even further outside your field of vision, but with a little straining you were able to find him. His nose was to the ground, sniffing for something. After a few moments, and a bit of digging, he found what he was looking for:

A small, jagged, black gem that he popped right into his mouth.

You wondered if it tasted better than this ever so familiar, dreadful metallic flavor.

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🪞 TwistedχHearts 🗝️Update! Seven | Heartslabyul [26-28]

When one’s heart returns to itself, it’s like walking through a stream. You are embraced by its cool, refreshing waters. Unknowing of the waterfall that lies beyond the horizon. However, you do become aware, slowly yet surely, of your impending awakening. 

First was sound,

“Riddle!”  Many voices called the name desperately, but one stood out. The one who brought you back from the other side. You could hear the tears that wet his lashes, and the lump in his throat. 

A wet cough bubbled its way up and out, as two senses hit you at once. The familiar metallic taste flooding your mouth, and dripping down your chin as the distinct smell of char overpowered everything, as well as the disgustingly wet smell of those who put out the fires. A soft roasted vanilla scent that wrapped you in its embrace as if you’d slip away from it in the next moment.

That’s when you realized that you were being held. A strong arm held you close, while a usually soft hand that was now scrapped up was gently brushing along your face. 

“Cater…” It was garbled, new blood overflowing out the corners of your mouth. “Oh, ew…”

“You gave me a heart attack…” It was quiet, something you weren’t supposed to hear. You felt a few taps on your cheek, and he spoke louder. “Can you open your eyes? Come on…”

You sighed through your nose, but still nodded. “…gimme a sec…”

You felt him sigh, and after a few moments, you found those green eyes gazing at you worriedly, but sternly.

“Never do that again.”

You smiled, “…no promises.”

He gasped, whipping his thumb across the corner of your mouth. “None of that right now!”

You let your head loll to the side, finding everyone else in varying states. Trey was cradling Riddle, much like how Cater was holding you.

Ace and Deuce were both laid out on the grass, quietly gazing at the sky.

Crowley was standing a bit off to the side, his back was to you, so you couldn’t see what he was doing.

And Grim was even further outside your field of vision, but with a little straining you were able to find him. His nose was to the ground, sniffing for something. After a few moments, and a bit of digging, he found what he was looking for:

A small, jagged, black gem that he popped right into his mouth.

You wondered if it tasted better than this ever so familiar, dreadful metallic flavor.

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[alieinthemorning]

if yall ever want like serious advice from me about how to solve burnout as a creative it's like...

literally ignore it. stop pushing. go do something else, enjoy your life, fill it with other things, do what brings you joy in the moment if you can.

go to the gym, take a walk to touch grass and look at dogs and smell flowers, cook dinner, watch tv with your friends, talk about your feelings as needed with ppl you trust, take a drive and blast your music, do the chores you need to do, the job hunting slog you need to do, read books that aren't for research, stop cordoning off your brain for The Craft or The Draft or whatever the fuck

forget about the project, stop thinking about it for as long as it takes to be excited again.

fuckin rest, basically

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Wish on Us [Ace Trappola | Nijiue Yuuta]

Content: First-Meeting, Nightmares, Falling In Love, Literal Sleeping Together, Love Confessions, OC-Insert

Pairing: Ace Trappola/ Nijiue Yuuta

Note: Under the cut due to 3,000+ word count

Header: @/lolitsleia

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It was almost midnight, and Nijiue Yuuta was still awake. He and sleep just had a very complicated relationship. Whether it be staying asleep, falling asleep, sleeping during the middle of the day or simply not sleeping at all.  So, most of the time, he spent his time curled up on the seat of his room’s bay window, mindlessly scrolling on his phone until his eyes hurt, and he absolutely had to get to bed.

Tonight was different, however. Tonight, a bright orange-red glow forced him to remove his gaze from his dim phone screen to the dark sky above.

"What is that...?" He whispered to himself as he watched a red line shoot through the sky. "A shooting star...or maybe a meteorite?" He hummed, watching as it slowly crossed the sky.

Then a childish thought came to him.

He closed his eyes, clasping his hands in front of him. "Starlight, star bright"

What would he wish for? "First star I see tonight."

Maybe a better sleep schedule? "I wish I may, I wish I might."

Nah, he could do that himself, just really needed to put his mind to it. "Have this wish"

Oh! That's it! You'd wish for— "I wish tonight."

"What's the wish? I ain't got all day." Yuuta jolted, checking his phone, frowning when he found that it had died.

So what had made that noise—"Look at me." Something hot grabbed his cheeks, yanking his face to the side. "Now, answer my question: What's your wish?"

His eyes widened as he took in the stranger.

They had orange-red hair, red eyes and a gold star painted (or was it like a birthmark?) over their left eye. Yuuta tried to get a peak at their clothing, but they pulled him closer.

They sighed. "I get it—A guy like me is so handsome that you can't fathom it, but you can't be so stuck that you can't answer a simple question."

Yuuta shoved himself out of his grasp, hitting the back of his head on the window (ouch). “What are you?”

He gave you a look. "What does that matter? Just tell me your wish, so I can go."

Yuuta blinked. "What wish?"

"The wish that you were just about to make? The connection got cut off, so I had to come here."

“You were the shooting star?” Yuuta raised a brow. He would chalk this all up to sleep-deprived hallucinations, but he could still feel the heat from where his fingers grasped his cheeks.

"Wishing Star, but yeah, whatever."

"Okay, Mr. Wishing Star—"

His face scrunched up. "Ew, no. Call me Acedia."

Yuuta rolled his eyes. "Okay, Acedia, are you trying to tell me, without so many words, that you are a Wishing Star, specifically the one I just wished on, but something happened while I was making my wish and that's why you're here—to get my wish?"

Acedia nodded. "Hit the nail on the head. Now tell—"

"I forgot." Yuuta stood, heading back to his bedroom.

Acedia blinked at Yuuta, and Yuuta blinked back.

"I'm sorry—what?"

"I forgot the wish."

"You have got to be fucking shitting me." Acedia dropped his head into his hands, turning his back to him.

Now that he didn’t have that bright-ass red gaze piercing through him, Yuuta could take a better look at his outfit. It wasn’t anything too special, though. Purple robes with a golden star pattern, and very sparkly.

A frown tugged at his lips, "Is me forgetting really a problem? Can't you just move on to the next wish?"

"I would if I could." Acedia sighed deeply, facing him. "But I accepted your wish, and until I fulfill it, I can't move on."

"Oh...well that sucks."

"Yeah, it's really fucking bad, actually" And then his body changed, morphing into a ball of red light that shot pass him, phasing though his window and out of sight. Yuuta crossed his arms, annoyed. "It can't be that bad..."

Yuuta didn’t see Acedia much after that. Only every so often when he would pester him about the wish. At first, he was just gonna tell him whatever to get him out of his hair, but then he realized that, despite how dumb this was, this was potentially a once-in-lifetime thing, so the wish shouldn’t be wasted.

So, in the end, he just resolved to ignore him. Which honestly worked against him since he went from simply appearing at random to deciding that sitting on his couch with the fattest fucking frown, and complaining about wanting to go home was the best way to guilt (see: annoy) him into giving in. He did, however, still disappear during the night (not like he was impeding his sleep anyway).

Yuuta didn't budge, much to Acedia’s chagrin.

And then it was Monday, and everything changed (for the annoying).

"Where are you going?" Acedia asked as he watched him shuffle from the kitchen to the front door.

He pursed his lips. He didn’t think he’d make a big deal out of this.

"I'm going to work." He replied as he threw his scarf around his neck.

"Oh, so you can go to work, but I'm stuck here." Yuuta heard him get up, ready to crowd him out the door.

He rolled his eyes, turning to face him.  "Yes, I can't exactly have a bright red—"

His eyes widened, as he, once again, took in his (new and improved) appearance.

Instead of that fiery orange-red hair, it was now a muted light brown, as well as his eyes. The golden star had now become a cluster of freckles in the same pattern. His clothing was still the same, however.

Yuuta gave him a flat look. “You’re not coming with me looking like that.”

“Come on, I’m tired of being cooped up in here, let me just walk around or something.” Acedia sounded like he was pleading, but the way his body was still very close to his (despite him being shorter), said otherwise. “‘sides, it’s not like I’ll get cold or anything. I run hot.”

Yuuta gave him a flat look before rolling his eyes. “You’re also not human, but—fuck it, fine—just don’t bother me. I get off at three, so you better be outside waiting for me.”

“Why do I have to wait?”

Yuuta sighed roughly as he slipped on his shoes. “Because my neighbors will freak if they hear someone in here while I’m supposed to be gone. Then they’re gonna be nosy, and I really don’t want to deal with that.”

“Fineeee.”

Work was nothing to write home about, Yuuta did what he was supposed to do, and only cared a miniscule amount about what Acedia was doing (if he got into trouble, he didn’t know him). When he finished locking up (it was a small store, two people could run it just fine), he found Acedia leaning against the wall.

“Finally.” Acedia sighed as he pushed off the wall approaching him. “That took way longer than what you said.”

“It only took ten minutes to close. Chill out.” Yuuta rolled his eyes as he started down the street.

Acedia was quick to join his side. “This isn’t the way to your place—where are ya going?”

“Store. I don’t feel like cooking.”

“You can cook?” Acedia eyed him warily.  “You sure don’t look it.”

“Shut the fuck up. You talk like you’re gonna be the one eating it.”

Yuuta really wanted it to be an in and out trip, grab a sandwich, chips, and a drink, and get out. Unfortunately for him, however,

“Who’s this with you, Yuuta?” Mrs. Sakamoto, resident gossipmonger, asked as he walked toward the check-out area.

There was another cashier available, but she had already called out for him. Sure, he could ignore her, and just go to the other person. Yeah, he’d be a dick (not that he cared), but he really didn’t feel like hearing people whisper about whatever nonsense she’d cook up from this interaction (or lack thereof).

“This is my friend, Ace.” He replied, not missing a beat. He knew if he hesitated, she’d be onto him in a heartbeat.

“Oh, your friend.” She quickly slid his items across the scanner, “Twelve thirty-eight.”

He grumbled under his breath, pulling out his wallet. Shit was getting more expensive by the week, he fucking swore.

“So, Ace, I haven’t seen you around here before. How are you adjusting?”

Acedia raised a brow at her, most likely surprised that she bothered speaking to him. “I’m just passing through.”

“Oh?” She took the money from Yuuta, “I presume you’re staying with Yuuta then?”

Acedia shrugged, and her eyes narrowed. Yuuta could feel a headache coming on as he ushered Ace out the store.

“What was her deal?” Acedia asked as they were comfortably away from the store (and Mrs. Sakamoto).

“She’s homophobic, don’t worry about it.”

Ace scoffed, a frown settling on his lips. “I thought people like that would be little to none by this point.”

“There’s always gonna be people who hate people.” Yuuta couldn’t even sound bitter if he tried. He was just…tired.

So very tired.

Acedia usually fucked off at night, went to explore the area, and mingle with whatever other Wishing Star was in the area. When he returned to Yuuta’s place, he was usually holed up in his room, doing Lumine knows what. However, tonight was different. When he returned, the first thing he noticed was the silence. There was also some kind of noise coming from Yuuta’s room, whether that be from his TV or phone, or his talking to himself (since he clearly didn’t have friends). The silence unnerved Acedia, but it was really his business, so instead of prying he just settled in.

Until the noise returned. First it was small, quiet little whimpers, then it built crescendo into strangled screams. So, even if he wanted to be a dick and ignore it, he couldn’t. Acedia didn’t like intruding on Dreamers spaces (that’s why he stayed out most of the day), but he also didn’t want to be a dick by not doing anything.

So, he steeled himself as he approached Yuuta’s bedroom door. Just as his fingers grazed the knob, a loud scream cut through the garbled fear.

“Stop!”

He threw caution to the wind, throwing the door open.

However, he wasn’t prepared for the sight before him.

Yuuta was sprawled out on his bed, sheets haphazardly on his body, the bed, and the floor. He was sweating and clawing at his shirt, as if he were trying to rip his heart from his chest.

And he just kept shouting, “Stop, stop, stop.”

Acedia froze. He didn’t know what to do, should he intervene, or should he just let him weather the storm on his own. The crossing thoughts only lasted for a few moments, though, because streaks of red that crossed his vision pushed him into motion. He rushed for Yuuta, not caring about intruding or getting harmed in the process.

He had to protect his Dreamer.

So, he reverted to his Steller form, and entered Yuuta’s dream.

Usually, when a Wishing Star entered a dream, they were deposited right into it. Whether that be a sweet dream, nightmare, or nothing. But what he dropped into was entirely new.

Yuuta was sitting in black, not darkness, but pure void. Knees up to his chest, curled into himself. He was so still, so quiet.

So very quiet.

He couldn’t even hear his footsteps as he approached, as if the surrounding void was even stealing the sound. He reached a hand out, hesitating for a moment, before grazing against his bare, scared arm (how hadn’t he noticed all those before?). However, a sharp power pushed him back, and just like that, Yuuta’s body unfurled, back slamming onto the flat surface below him.

And he screamed,

and screamed

and screamed.

He was still screaming even after Acedia was forcefully ejected from the dream. And into Yuuta hovering over him, face pinched in disgust.

“What the fuck are you doing in my bed?”

Acedia just blinked at him, still too far away to properly respond.

Yuuta sighed roughly, turning away. “You know what? I don’t care, just don’t bother me again. I’m exhausted.” And he buried himself underneath the covers.

Acedia laid there for a while, until his eyes were forced open from the harsh light that attacked his lids. He attempted to move his arm to block it, but found it stuck. Rolling over, and squinting, he found—

Yuuta’s face, a hair's breadth from his own. His face exploded.

Literally.

As Acedia launched himself from the bed, Yuuta lurched backward.

“Ow! What the fuck?!” He was clutching the side of his face, despite there being nothing there.

But Acedia didn’t stay long enough to explain to him that it was just his body heating up, and despite how his hair looked like it was on fire, it most certainly wasn’t. Instead of explaining all of that, he bolted outside, and didn’t turn up until the dead of night.

This lasted a far longer than Acedia wanted to admit, but he got over it.

Eventually.

Snow melted away, making way for blooms.

Yuuta thought that today would be a good day to go outside and paint.

And so did everyone else, not to paint necessarily, but everyone and their mother was in the park today.

Yuuta sighed, as his eyes scanned the place. “I’d really rather not work in such a crowded area.”

Ace hummed, then nudged him. “Follow me, I know a place.”

Yuuta snorted. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah, I used to come here a lot.” Ace grabbed his sleeve, tugging him along. “So, I know of a more secluded area that I think you’ll like.”

And he was right, the place was far away from the others, hidden by a large group of trees, but beyond them was a small meadow of wildflowers of all different colors. However, despite the beautiful scenery in front of him. He couldn’t seem to focus on it. Instead, his paintbrush wandered along the canvas.

Until Ace’s beautiful brown eyes were staring back at him as he stood in the middle of the flowers, a crown of them atop his head.

He looked like a fairy.

Blooms withered away as heat waved over them.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch me, you fucking sun.” Yuuta kicked Ace, who was trying to slink closer to him, away.

“Ugh, this is no fair.” He groaned as he flopped back.

“Turn off the heat, and maybe I’ll let you hold me hand.”

“Your hand? Really that’s it?” Ace pouted, “I wanna hold you.”

Yuuta could keep the blood from pounding against his already flushed cheeks. How could he say something like that when he could barely handle hand holding before?

He paused.

Six months have passed since they’ve met, less since…this began.

Where did the time go…?

Fog rolled in as showers poured.

Fall was a quiet time, a time of mourning.

Although Ace did not know what it was they were grieving over. He stood by Yuuta’s side regardless.

And water crystallized into unique flakes.

It had been a year since Acedia had descended upon Earth to bless Yuuta with a wish. A wish he had yet to grant. However, neither of them were complaining. And how could they when they melded together so seamlessly.

Acedia now answered to Ace. He took the form of the boyish brown hair and eyes, and clusters of freckles around his left eye. He had his own normal clothes (that rested beside Yuuta’s), and—

“I’m glad you still run like a furnace, even in this form.” Yuuta said as he pushed himself further into his chest.

Despite sleeping in the same bed for a while at this point, Ace still wasn’t completely used to the unrestrained physical contact (especially with how they started out). So, he kept his head tilted up and away from Yuuta’s view, so that he wouldn’t see the flush pulsing against his cheeks.

“Y-yeah…”

He felt Yuuta’s chuckle rumble in his chest.

“I know you’re blushing.”

“That doesn’t mean you gotta point it out.”

“You should be glad I’m too comfortable to look at you and make you really turn red.”

“Shaddup and go to sleep.”

They’d found routine in their life.

Until something came tearing across the sky, destroying that fairy tale life.

Ace didn’t sleep, there was no need. So when he and Yuuta turned in for the night, he simply laid there as he rested his eyes, content with listening to his soft snores, as well as fending off whatever nightmares plagued him (which were thankfully becoming more far and few).

However, as the bright red light grew brighter and brighter, Ace knew his days of playing pretend were as good as over.  So, he quietly slipped free from Yuuta’s embrace, and headed into the living room.

Where his superior, Riddleaum, awaited him, burning a hole into the rug with the impatient tapping of his foot.

“You’re as red as ever.” Smooth, Ace.

“You’ve got a lot of never to even speak to me, Acedia.” Riddleuam began as he marched closer. Despite their height difference, he still was able to easily dominate the room. “It has been over a year since you were assigned, why hasn’t the wish been granted yet?”

Ace’s gaze slid away, “He forgot his wish.”

“He may have forgotten then, but that does not mean that he should still be wishless!” He scoffed, eyeing Acedia with disdain. “I’m sure you’ve just used this time to slack off.”

Ace’s eyes widened as he summoned his scepter, while Riddleaum’s frown turned into a smirk.

“I’m sure you know what this means.” He pointed the ruby gem at him, “By the power granted to me, I decree that you have until the moon reaches its highest point to claim the wish.” His smirk widened, “If not, you will never reincarnate, and you will fade into dust.”

Ace went to gulp, but the searing pain that clasped around his neck stopped him from doing so. Instead, he nodded.

“Good, I will return promptly. It would be in your best interest to chase after that wish now, less you know what’s good for you, Acedia.” And with that, he left.

Ace dropped to his knees, hands hovering over the glowing mark that now marred his skin.

“What the hell am I supposed to do?”

And how exactly would Yuuta take this?

He was dreading it, but he had to do it, because it would be better to meet him down the line through reincarnation, than to fade into dust in his memories.

He steeled himself, waited until the cycle of day became night yet again, so he asked him.

“What’s your wish, Yuuta?”

Yuuta raised a brow at him, “This is still a thing? It’s been forever since you asked.”

He was going to wave him off, and push him, but Yuuta asked him something instead.

“What about you?”

“What about me—what?”

Yuuta scoffed. “What’s your wish?”

Ace started to shake his head then close his eyes as he paused to think about it.

Did he have a wish? No one ever asked him. Since all he was ever told to do was grant wishes. But if he had one, what would it be?

He sighed to himself.

Why was he asking?

His eyes slide back open

When the answer was right in front of him.

Cold, callous fingers gently grabbed his cheeks.

“Tell me.”

“You already know it.”

“Tell me anyway.”

Ace covered his hands with his own. “You. You’re my wish, Yuuta.”

"I'm glad." Yuuta smiled wide, and bright. "We have the same wish."

And then suddenly everything is different, but also so very familiar.

When me and Rogue start talking…I start plotting. This idea he proposed struck my fancy and I kinda lost my shit with it. The notes? Went crazy. Literally gave him another form, like he is now a creature who is blending in with the people.

And then when I start thinking by myself, I go: "But what if I made this with his OC, Yuuta, in mind (Yuuta my beloved boyo)." And then I said screw it, I'm gonna write a fic for his OC, and his OC alone. :3c

Also, WHOOPS SORRY RIDDLE! Basically, Riddle ascended to a higher power because he didn't want to be reincarnated into another shitty family (also rules are cool)!

His reaction (there was alot of reaction but here's a snippet):

I think he likes it!

Also little day of pubslishing note: Happy Final Fantasy VII Rebirth release day!

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A COMINT !!

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I gotta say it.

Rafayel has such GOOD yandere potential.

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Frozen Warmth [Zayne]

Content: Established Relationship, Myths: Tower of Secrets Spoilers, POV Second Person, Reader-Insert

Pronouns: None

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You hated the cold. Your body wasn’t meant for it. Even the slightest breeze had you sneezing as if you were standing outside in below temperatures with nothing but a light jacket over your shoulders. You hate it, but you also loved one thing came from it.

“Zayne.” Your voice was soft, fingers brushing along his fringe.

He didn’t open his eyes, but a small smile found its way across his lips. “What is it?”

You sniffled, already feeling your nose begin it’s dripping song and dance. “Nothing. I just like saying your name.”

The ends of his mouth lifted more on one side. “Oh, I know.”

Before, when this relationship was new, you would have flushed at his words, shy to the implications, but now you didn’t feel the need to. After all, “It’s true. I love saying your name, Zayne.”

His eyes slid up open, “Is that why you dislike calling me by any nicknames?”

You shook your head, sitting up, and reaching for the tissue on the bedside table.

“No,” You answered after handling your runny nose. “It just…something about your name is special, and oddly nostalgic?” You smiled at him. “I don’t know, I’m sure this just sounds like odd rambling to you.”

“No, I understand fully.”

Although his expression gave nothing away, you could see the icy crystallization of his Evol creeping across his neck. Despite your body’s weak constitution, you fell into him, pulling him close.

He sighed, but didn’t pull away. “You shouldn’t be this close.”

You huffed, smooshing your cheek against his chest. “Then I’m sorry for all the snot, I’m about to get on you.”

He didn’t say anything else, just reached over to pull the box of tissues closer, then relaxed with you. After a while, as you were drifting off, you told him one last thing—something for him to hold while he dreamed.

“It may be cold, but I have your love to warm me, Zayne.” You whispered into his chest. “And you have mine.”

His eye fell closed as he reminisced. How many times had you told him those words. How many more times must he hear it? Until he could truly break free from this curse, and save you.

Honestly, it doesn’t matter. No matter how long it takes, he will save you.

He will not forsake the vow he made to you on that icy throne.

I don't know much about his Myth as I'm not that far into, but from what I glanced at from my FYP on Twitter, it's something like this, so that's why I put the spoiler warning. I'd rather be safe than sorry.

Anyway! Please be excited for because something special is dropping tomorrow! :3c

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What’s everyone doing for Valentine’s Day?

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1:1 [Grim | Casper]

Content: Established Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, POV Second Person, Reader-Insert

Pronouns: None

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Grim reapers reminded you of doctors. Not in the sense of saving lives, of course, but rather in the way that they allow souls brevity and helping them cross. Or perhaps it was more akin to a corporate slave with how just how many souls were expected to be ferried in one day. It did make sense, after all, there were over 150,000 deaths a day. You were unsure about how many Reapers there were, so maybe they did have to have forced overtime.

A wet, gargled cough from the bathroom stirred you from your thoughts.

You were getting off track (but also getting to the point of your inner ramblings).

Casper was like a corporate slave who was beaten on the head too hard with the capitalistic hammer, forcing him to stay quiet despite his pain. You knew that, before meeting you, he dealt with his Unbalance just fine. However, now he had you, so he should feel comfortable enough to lean on you, right? Especially when you literally had a special ability to quite easily take that taint away.

And yet, he still hadn’t come to you.

You sighed, readjusted yourself on the bed, making yourself comfortable before enacting your next move.

If he wouldn’t come to you, you’d have him come to you then.

“Casper, can you come here, please?”

Another pained noise, then shuffling. After a few minutes of nothing, he came out.

“Yes, what is it?” You schooled your face from frowning. He didn’t call you Sunshine.

He always called you Sunshine.

You opened your arms to him. “I want cuddles.”

His hand found the back of his neck, while his gaze slipped away from yours. “R-right now?”

“Yes, right now.”

He sighed. “Just for a little bit.”

Despite shying away from you for so long, his weight was still familiar (maybe a bit heavier, probably because he was really letting himself rest on you). Your fingers were able to run smoothly through his hair. He was still keeping up with his hair care routine in spite of the pain he was feeling. And the taint, it was stronger, denser, but still nothing you couldn’t handle. You allowed it to flow within you, allowing your own power to naturally cleanse it before sending back like a delicate push and pull of waves.

Once you were done, and Casper was on the brink of sleep from the lulling beat of your heart, you spoke.

“You can come to me, you know? You’re not alone anymore.”

He grabbed a fistful of the sheets, “…I know. It’s just…hard.”

“I understand that. I just wanted to remind you that you don’t have to shoulder it all by yourself.” You lifted his head off your chest. “I love you, Casper.”

A small smile graced his face. “I love you too, Sunshine.”

“I want you to love yourself as well.”

He paused, allowing his eyes to fall close. “…I’ll try harder. To love myself.”

“That’s all I ask.”

If you loved each other, you had to love yourselves. This relationship was of equal ratio, after all.

I just think he needs to rest by the lull of your heartbeat.

Yet another push for the 750 Follower event (only 3 away)!

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Always Here [Miya Atsumu]

Content: Established Relationship, Married Couple, Depression, Familial Relationships, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, POV Second Person, Reader-Insert

Pronouns: None

Header: @/tsumoos

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Miya Atsumu was a strong man. Not only was he strong physically (which he had to be as the MSBY Black Jackals Setter), but he was also strong emotionally for you. When you had bad days, he was there to support you. When you could barely keep your head above water, arms failing against the tides, he grabbed your hand, and pulled you back in. Saving you for yourself. However, he wasn’t the strongest. No one was. And although you also extended your hands out to him, sometimes he needed a second pair.

“Samu…” You hated to bother him on his day off, but some things were worth it.

“I’m on my way—” You heard shuffling on the other side of the line. “Has he said anything to ya?”

You sighed, bottom lip wobbling. “No, and that’s what’s worrying me the most. He just came home crying—I don't even think he noticed that he was.”

“…Okay, stay on the line with me, will ya?” You knew that he only asked because you yourself were on the verge of collapse.

Osamu was such a good brother to the both of you. You pocketed your phone as the urge to fiddle with your wedding band became stronger. You don’t know what you’d do with Osamu to keep the both of you afloat, but you also felt terrible for always needing him to help you. If you were a better person, then—

“Talk to me. I can hear ya overthinkin’ from here.”

“…sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I understand what yer going through. Anyway, lemme tell ya about a costumer I had yesterday—” And then he changed the subject just like that.

You chatted with him until he knocked at your door. He looked the same as always with that black cap, and deadpan expression, but his gaze was full of worry, already looking you over. And seeing him…made you break down. You bit your lip hard as you rushed him, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt. His arms immediately wrapped around your frame.

“It’s okay. I’m here now—for the both of ya.”

“I know…thank you, Osamu.”

He pulled you back, a grimace on his face. “Ew. Don’t call me by my name like that—It’s weird.”

You chuckled, despite the tears that were still freshly rolling down your cheeks. “Sorry, Samu.”

“He in the bedroom?” He asked as he fully pulled away from you. You nodded, and he entered your home, heading that way.

You shut and locked the door behind him, then made your way to the bathroom. You took a little extra time to compose yourself (as well as wash your tear stained face) before joining the two of them.

They were on the floor, backs against the bed with their heads peeking over the top. Samu was on the far side, closer to the wall, and when you joined them, Tsumu was in the middle of the both of you. The twins were shoulder to shoulder, so you dropped your head on Tsumu’s other shoulder. A firm way to let him know that you were there—the both of you were.

And after a few moments, his body relaxed, and he sighed.

“Thanks.”

But he didn’t tell either of you what was troubling him. And you’d just have to leave him be, and hope that next time he would open up to the two of you.

Because no matter what, the two of you would always be here for him.

Digs up a plot, so that I can push that we're only 5 followers away from the 750 follower event (and if we reach it before Valentine's Day then it can be Valentine's Day themed aka fluffy)

Anyway, that aside, I really love these two. I also love expressing big, strong men's vulnerabilities, and letting them know that regardless, they're loved. :3c

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Headcannons with the Diasomnia boys with their s/o who is usually really shy, being very affectionate? Hand-holding, kissing, hugging, and all that other stuff? And it's cause they missed them!! (I love fluff I live laugh love fluffy fics that have so much fluff that I'm gonna get diabetes)

Their Reactions to a Suddenly Affectionate S/O [Diasomnia]

Content: Fluff, Separate Stories, Literal Sleeping Together, Cuddling, Sick Character, POV Second Person, Reader-Insert

Pronouns: None

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You weren’t usually affectionate. In reality, you were quite shy. During your daily stroll around the school grounds, it would take the majority of the trip before you would gain the courage to grab his hand and intertwine it with his own. As much as he wanted to just simply reach out himself, he instead waited, allowing you to take move at your own pace, and build up your courage on your own. However, as though the King of Beasts had granted you the spirit of persistence through the sickness that was ravaging your body at the moment.

“Come here.”

“Please, beloved, you need to rest.”

“And I’ll rest better with you by my side.”

He sighed through his nose. This song and dance was beginning to grow tiresome.

“And I cannot do that, we are not yet wed.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “It’s not like anyone has to know.” You closed your eyes, pinching your nose bridge. “Just…come here. My headache is getting worse.”

“And that’s why you need to rest.” Despite his reservations, he complied, sitting himself in the chair that was at the bedside.

You held out your hand to him. “I respect your decision to not get in the bed with me, but I still want some form of contact.”

His eyes fell closed as his hand slipped into your awaiting one. “This I can do.”

He heard you readjust yourself a bit before finally quieting down.

“Thank you, my dear.”

“Anytime, my beloved.”

“You really shouldn’t be outside.”

“Well, I am, and I don’t feel like going back in.”

You had been sick for the past few days, and in these few days you had suddenly become bolder. From someone who always had to ask his permission for something as simple as holding his hand (despite him always telling you that you never had to ask) to bully your way into his arms. Like how now, you had him pinned underneath you with your head was resting on his chest, nestled underneath his chin. He wanted to get up, to get you safely inside and in a control space where he could properly monitor you, but…

The sun was shining warmly, the breeze was cool, and the fauna had already flocked to them. So…maybe this was fine. It’s not like it was chilly, and you were safe with him.

So, if he were to just close his eye, for only a second then—

Maybe the two of you could meet in a dream.

“UNHAND ME AND GET BACK IN THE BED!”

“I’LL GET BACK IN BED WHEN YOU GET IN WITH ME!”

You were sick, and when you were sick, you became insufferable. You’d been like this ever since you were kids. Always annoying both he and Silver no matter what it was they were doing. Thankfully, they had Lilia to run interference, and get you back where you belonged, but now…

“GET BACK IN BED!”

“NO!”

Now, you’ve decided to lock your arms and legs around his torso, and no matter how hard he tugged and pulled, you wouldn’t budge. But there was absolutely no way that he would get tangled in this mess any longer! Which is why he planned to just give in for now, and when you had fallen asleep, he would stealthily pull himself free.

…

And that’s exactly what he would have done, if you had allowed him. But no, you decided to hang on him for dear life the entire time you slept. So, he laid there, as rigid as a spear, as you snored away. At least you were getting the rest you needed.

Hopefully His Lord could understand his plight and dismiss his absence.

If he were honest, he’d have to say that he adores the side of you that emerges when you’ve fallen ill. Despite the aches and pains that shook your body, the ponding in your head, and absolute exhaustion. You still found the power to tame him, a war veteran, into submission (not that he minded).

However, sometimes he just couldn’t understand your logic (or lack there of).

“Darling, you need to unhand me.” He attempted to pull from your grasp, but you yanked him back down.

“No I don’t.”

“But you need to eat.”

You waved him off, “Just get Silver or Sebek to do it.”

He sighed. “Why would I bother those children when I could whip something up myself?”

You pulled harder. “But I don’t want to be alone. What if something happens?”

He chuckled as he reached for your forehead. He tapped the moist towel that was resting there, replenishing its cool water.

“I can assure you that nothing will happen.”

You pouted, “You can’t say that for sure. You know I hate liars, Lili.”

His eyes widen, a sudden flush coloring his pale cheeks. You hadn’t called him that nickname in a while. Honestly, he thought you had (thankfully) forgotten about it, since it was something you came up with when you were children.

He cleared his throat, gaze running from your own. “Fine. I shall have the children bring something.”

You smiled sweetly. “Wonderful.”

Seven, you’d be his ruin.

And he was ever impatient to see it come to fruition.

Another merger! I think this turned out well! I gave y'all a little razzle-dazzle and gave each of them their own little snippet.

Thank y'all for requesting! Hope to see you again (which might be soon since we're 5 followers away from the 750 follower event hahaha (SCREAMING)!

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Headcannons with the Diasomnia boys with their s/o who is usually really shy, being very affectionate? Hand-holding, kissing, hugging, and all that other stuff? And it's cause they missed them!! (I love fluff I live laugh love fluffy fics that have so much fluff that I'm gonna get diabetes)

Their Reactions to a Suddenly Affectionate S/O [Diasomnia]

Content: Fluff, Separate Stories, Literal Sleeping Together, Cuddling, Sick Character, POV Second Person, Reader-Insert

Pronouns: None

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You weren’t usually affectionate. In reality, you were quite shy. During your daily stroll around the school grounds, it would take the majority of the trip before you would gain the courage to grab his hand and intertwine it with his own. As much as he wanted to just simply reach out himself, he instead waited, allowing you to take move at your own pace, and build up your courage on your own. However, as though the King of Beasts had granted you the spirit of persistence through the sickness that was ravaging your body at the moment.

“Come here.”

“Please, beloved, you need to rest.”

“And I’ll rest better with you by my side.”

He sighed through his nose. This song and dance was beginning to grow tiresome.

“And I cannot do that, we are not yet wed.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “It’s not like anyone has to know.” You closed your eyes, pinching your nose bridge. “Just…come here. My headache is getting worse.”

“And that’s why you need to rest.” Despite his reservations, he complied, sitting himself in the chair that was at the bedside.

You held out your hand to him. “I respect your decision to not get in the bed with me, but I still want some form of contact.”

His eyes fell closed as his hand slipped into your awaiting one. “This I can do.”

He heard you readjust yourself a bit before finally quieting down.

“Thank you, my dear.”

“Anytime, my beloved.”

“You really shouldn’t be outside.”

“Well, I am, and I don’t feel like going back in.”

You had been sick for the past few days, and in these few days you had suddenly become bolder. From someone who always had to ask his permission for something as simple as holding his hand (despite him always telling you that you never had to ask) to bully your way into his arms. Like how now, you had him pinned underneath you with your head was resting on his chest, nestled underneath his chin. He wanted to get up, to get you safely inside and in a control space where he could properly monitor you, but…

The sun was shining warmly, the breeze was cool, and the fauna had already flocked to them. So…maybe this was fine. It’s not like it was chilly, and you were safe with him.

So, if he were to just close his eye, for only a second then—

Maybe the two of you could meet in a dream.

“UNHAND ME AND GET BACK IN THE BED!”

“I’LL GET BACK IN BED WHEN YOU GET IN WITH ME!”

You were sick, and when you were sick, you became insufferable. You’d been like this ever since you were kids. Always annoying both he and Silver no matter what it was they were doing. Thankfully, they had Lilia to run interference, and get you back where you belonged, but now…

“GET BACK IN BED!”

“NO!”

Now, you’ve decided to lock your arms and legs around his torso, and no matter how hard he tugged and pulled, you wouldn’t budge. But there was absolutely no way that he would get tangled in this mess any longer! Which is why he planned to just give in for now, and when you had fallen asleep, he would stealthily pull himself free.

…

And that’s exactly what he would have done, if you had allowed him. But no, you decided to hang on him for dear life the entire time you slept. So, he laid there, as rigid as a spear, as you snored away. At least you were getting the rest you needed.

Hopefully His Lord could understand his plight and dismiss his absence.

If he were honest, he’d have to say that he adores the side of you that emerges when you’ve fallen ill. Despite the aches and pains that shook your body, the ponding in your head, and absolute exhaustion. You still found the power to tame him, a war veteran, into submission (not that he minded).

However, sometimes he just couldn’t understand your logic (or lack there of).

“Darling, you need to unhand me.” He attempted to pull from your grasp, but you yanked him back down.

“No I don’t.”

“But you need to eat.”

You waved him off, “Just get Silver or Sebek to do it.”

He sighed. “Why would I bother those children when I could whip something up myself?”

You pulled harder. “But I don’t want to be alone. What if something happens?”

He chuckled as he reached for your forehead. He tapped the moist towel that was resting there, replenishing its cool water.

“I can assure you that nothing will happen.”

You pouted, “You can’t say that for sure. You know I hate liars, Lili.”

His eyes widen, a sudden flush coloring his pale cheeks. You hadn’t called him that nickname in a while. Honestly, he thought you had (thankfully) forgotten about it, since it was something you came up with when you were children.

He cleared his throat, gaze running from your own. “Fine. I shall have the children bring something.”

You smiled sweetly. “Wonderful.”

Seven, you’d be his ruin.

And he was ever impatient to see it come to fruition.

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