#//To share that with his beloved; he would consider it a great gift

[dutybcrne]

Kaeya doesn’t intend to ever get married. Due to him being Khaenri’ahn, if it’s not having to keep that fact from them ( especially with how devout the Mondstadters are to Barbatos ), it’s the fact that he fears what would happen to them and any children they may have, should Celestia become aware of them. He can’t trust it won’t end terribly for them, and will always be left fearing they’ll be used against him or hurt bc of him.

[camille-lachenille]

A flickering flame

She looks at the babe in her arms, blissfully asleep and unaware of the world he just entered. This little boy who shouldn’t be, her miracle and her curse.

Drained, she leans back against the pillows as the midwife cleans the room. It’s a sad place, to bring a child to life in, this rickety little cabin in the woods. And yet, it is the only way to keep her secret, to keep her son safe.

“Do you have a name for him?” the midwife asks quietly. It is not the first time she asks, and not the first time silence is her only answer.

No, she doesn’t have a name for her son, because she did not mean to have a son. Because, by any mean, he should not even exist.

Yet, exist he does, and his warm weight against her breast chases some of the pain and melancholy away. She presses a light kiss to his soft dark hair. His eyes are blue, for now, and she wonders if they will change to her own brown or stay as blue as his sire’s. She considered calling him his father, even if just in her heart, but the wound is still too fresh and the word stings at this gaping absence. He left her, alone with this tiny, flickering life; he does not desserves any other title than sire of her son. And yet…

And yet this is not her son, she muses, not entirely, for the life in him is brighter and stronger than it ought to be. This babe a mere hours old already has a keen gaze, his large eyes reflecting the light. She wonders if they will reflect the stars, if she brings him outside.

She does not have foresight, for this is a gift of the Eldar, but she knows her time with her son is limited. That she has to secret him away and rip yet another piece of her heart if she wants him to live. He does not belong to the green forests of Ladros and the villages scattered there. He is not destined to the simple life of the men of this land.

With a heavy sigh, she carefully lays her son next to her on the bed and asks the midwife for the paper and ink she packed with her own supplies. The letter is short and to the point, just cryptic enough that anyone unaware of her identity can’t understand the message. There is precious little wax in the cabin, but she sacrifices a bit of her candle to seal the letter before handing it to the midwife.

“Give this to the closest courrier you can find,” she says, an order despite her tired voice. The midwife nods and tucks the letter in her bag. She won’t speak, she knows.

***

The answer comes swifter than she expected, in the form of a tall, cloaked figure entering the cabin at night. She almost screams in fear, reaching for the knife on the bedside, before recognising the face half hidden by the hood. The bright eyes shine in the dim light of the lone candle.

“You called for me?” the figure asks, his voice melodious and fair. If she did not know the identity of her visitor, she could have mistaken his voice for another, beloved one, just for the faintest moment. But he is not him. She will never see him again and she thinks ‘good riddance’ even as her heart bleeds.

Mutely, she signals to the visitor to sit on the side of the bed, and places her son in his arms. “Take him to safety, my Lord,” she says. “Tell whatever lies you want about his origins but keep him safe with his kin.”

“But you are his kin, my friend,” he replies calmly, even as he rocks the babe in his arms. And what a picture it would be, to see this great Lord playing nursemaid, if the situation wasn’t so painful.

She shakes her head. “He may share my blood but not my soul; I can see it in his eyes. He belongs with you. Please, take him and tell no one the truth!” and she hates how her voice shakes, how she is reduced to beg to have her son taken away from her. But she cannot keep him, she knew that from the very moment she felt this little life growing within her.

Her visitor sighs softly in defeat, and even this sound is music. “Very well, my nephew has a young daughter and his wife is still nursing. They will be happy to call him their son.” And his words sound like a promise.

A knot loosens in her chest at the knowledge her son will be well cared for. “Thank you, my friend,” she whispers quietly. “But go now, before dawn comes. There is a basket with supplies for the babe on the table.”

The visitor raises, towering over the bed she has spent the last few weeks in, close to her son, and secures the still sleeping babe in a sling against his heart with the uttermost care. Yes, her son will be safe in these hands.

He is about to leave, basket in hand, when he pauses by the door and turns to look at her. “You never told me his name.” His voice is serious and his gaze piercing.

She looks back at him, calm and sure of herself for the first time since he entered the cabin. “Artanáro,” she says with a tight little thing of a smile. “For his life is bright as a flame.”

Her friend smiles faintly as he looks back and forth between her and the babe. “Artanáro. Yes, it suits him.”

[pigeonpeach]

Cuddles for my Love!

Summary: You are turned into a cat and desperately try to get your lover to notice and help.

Characters included: Diluc, Jean, Itto, Neuvillete

No cw just silly cat times

In a puff of smoke you looked down at your hands finding no more than paws. You were alarmed to say the least! A potion you had ordered, intended to help with some back pain, had instead turned you into a kitty cat! A very cute one yes but still! At least your back doesn’t hurt. But you must inform your lover and request help!

Diluc

“Hm a cat?” Diluc seemed confused as he opened the door to his office to be greeted with a meowing cat. He didn’t recognize it. “Adelinde did suggest getting cats to prevent mice.. or maybe you’re one of the maid’s cats?” He questions as you meow demandingly. You paw at his leg.

“Oh you must be hungry. There aren’t much mice here anyways. I’ll get you something little one.” He knelt down to scratch your ears. Oooh that felt good no! You must focus!

“Oh? Is something wrong little one?” He asked as you meowed excessively. “You must be very hungry.” Quickly he left to go to the kitchen making you follow him while meowing. You realized you had no chance of communicating with him so you decided to try a different way. You spotted a photo of you and Diluc and hopped onto the vanity, you grasped the photo in your kitty mouth and hopped back down. You trotted over to Diluc who was examining some fish Adelinde had been preparing, sneakily carving some off. Your meow was muffled as you lay the picture in front. Then scratch at his leg. He looks down.

“Oh now why would you do that?” He said a bit disappointed. “That’s my favorite photo.” He pouted as you meowed trying to somehow communicate to him your struggles.

“Oh.. did they send you? I got it, you must have been a gift for our anniversary tomorrow. I guess you broke out of your hiding spot.” He smiled. You however were now more annoyed but also concerned because you almost forgot your anniversary was tomorrow. You meowed more but to no avail. He just patted you.

“Such a beautiful cat, you look a bit like them oddly enough. Your eyes are… a similar color?” He seemed to finally take notice. You meowed encouragingly. You batter the photo and tried to point to yourself.

“Hmm… you seem oddly intelligent for a simple cat… if you can understand me then.. spin clockwise.” He said curiously. You did so excited to finally have established communication! You’re closer to telling him!

“Oh! You can? What kind of cat are you then? Um… if you know where my beloved is then roll over.” He instructed. You did so. He seemed intrigued. “Huh. Well then lead me to them.” You quickly trotted over to a mirror as a idea came to you. You batted at your reflection as you looked back up at him. He seemed skeptical but confused. He knelt down to observe you as you bumped your face into his, giving him a kitty kiss. He seemed to understand then.

“Oh.. I’ll bring you to Lisa then, She should know what do from here.”

Jean

You were so miserable, the maids in your shared home simply considered you a cute and needy cat. Saying how pleased Jean would be to have a friendly cat. You had one choice: escape and find Jean. Or Lisa. albedo? Just find Jean first! You know where she is, her office as always. You spotted a window and crawled out onto the roof. You noticed how far up you were as you felt a bit scared. You knew cats could make long jumps.. but you were so sca-

“Kitty!” A excited voice exclaimed. You heard someone landing behind you as you turned to see Amber putting away her wind glider. “Ohhh you must be lost! I’ll take you to the knights, we’ll find your owner don’t worry!” She said. Great! You can hitch a ride on her and get right to Jean

Unfortunately Amber didn’t let you leave the designated library spot. With the diligent maid Noelle watching over to make surd you didn’t run off. You tried to plead with her to let you go, you were so close to Jean! You needed to see her! Worse of all Lisa wasn’t here!

“Oh you must be hungry. Unfortunately I don’t have any snacks on me.” Noelle cooed trying to calm you. You meowed in distress trying to make it to the library door. “No no no you must stay here! Your owner will be coming shortly. Don’t worry you’re safe.”

You begrudgingly sat as you tried to wait for her to not be looking. Meanwhile she stroked your back, it felt really nice though. You relaxed a little. Overtime she started to read the rule books diligently. You tested out her focus by getting up to stretch. She didn’t seem to acknowledge it. You then took a step away, before sprinting at full speed to the door. Immediately Noelle shot up to follow.

“Wait! Did I startle you! I didn’t mean to I’m sorry!” She said worriedly. You looked back to her realizing you couldn’t open the door. You gave her your cutest pleading face. She pondered. “Hmm.. maybe you know where your home is? Is that it?” She asked. You nodded to her surprise. She opened the door as you quickly walked over to jean’s office. She seemed hesitant. “Oh no we can’t disturb her! She’s always busy at work!” She whispered panicked. You let out s loud meow as you scratched at the door. She quickly pulled you away, then the door opened as Jean stood there. Immediately you squirmed away from Noelle to Jean.

“There she is.” You heard the familiar voicd of Lisa behind her. Jean seemed relieved to see you as Noelle seemed worried.

“Don’t worry Noelle you didn’t do anything wrong. Thank you for watching over them. I’ll handle it from here.” She said quickly bringing you into her office. Lisa seemed to be preparing a potion.

“Yes dear, unfortunately I used the wrong ingredient for your potion, but I hope you had some fun as a kitty.” Lisa said patting your head. Jean seemed a bit upset though.

“I’ve been looking for you. Lisa informed me of her mistake but by then you had already ran away.” She held you put letting you dangle. You meowed defensively making her smile. “Its fine now though, you’re here.” She gave you a kiss making you shut up.

She sat you on her desk as Lisa continued brewing the remedy. You immediately used this opportunity to cuddle with your wife who seemed pleased now.

“Next time don’t give the maids such trouble. You had me so worried.”

“Next time? Are you implying you would rather this happen again?” Lisa playfully added.

“No that’s not what I meant.. just I’m glad you’re safe.” She said brushing you lovingly. You meowed in reply, purring contentedly.

Arataki Itto

“HEY GUYS LOOK AT THIS CAT!” Itto proudly displayed you, now a cat like a trophy to his buds. You meowed in annoyance.

“A cat? Where did you get that?” Kuki questioned.

“I don’t know it just walked over to me meowing constantly. I figured the fella must like me!” He said. “Oh you know what? My beautiful partner would love this cat! Do you know where they went Kuki?” He said. She looked at you as you continued meowing.

“I have a idea…” she says. “Hand me the cat.” She said

“Huh? No way its MY kitty! It chose me! See its meowing because its happy!” He says while you meow trying to tell him to listen to Kuki. Unfortunately he doesn’t speak cat.

“You’re holding it wrong, here.” She grabbed you from his arms, holding you properly.

“Hey!” He whined. You meowed again to which she shushed you.

“You idiot, this isn’t a normal cat. Your partner got transformed!” She said annoyed as she examined you.

“Hah?” He said confused.

“I’ll take you to the shrine and have you fixed don’t worry.” She said.

“Huh? I didn’t know they offered neutering at the Grand Narukami Shrine?” You meowed in annoyance. At least Shinobu knew what she was doing.

Neuvillete

“Such a peculiar feline.” He remarked as you rubbed against him. He seemed to analyze you carefully. “Hmm… it appears you’ve been transformed.” He says, you’re surprised he understood so quickly, but you suppose he is used to these things more. He is a dragon after all.

“Sedene?” He called out. The melusine came trotting in as she looked at you confused.

“Oh? What has happened to your beloved? Why they like this?” She asked.

“I’m not sure, but please request the mage Emilie to come here as soon as possible. I’m sure she’d be able to undo this.” He says, gently stroking your fur to help you relax.

“On it. But… I’m not sure where she is. I’ll find out.” She says. “Oh and heres your water, special from Mondstadt’s springs!” She says bringing out a bottle. He smiles.

“Thank you Sedene.” He says as she quickly heads off. He turns to you, scratching your chin.

“I’m sorry dear but I don’t have experience in undoing these kinds of spells. But I assure you I understand your struggle. I ask you simply relax now. There’s nothing you can do right now so just relax. I’ll handle everything.” He said sweetly. You let out meow in agreement, making yourself comfortable on the paper on his desk. He chuckled.

“Sweetheart I need that.” He said trying to pull it out. You didn’t budge, you didn’t know why but this paper was really comfortable. “Dear, I know you can still understand me, please just stand up.” He sighed. Eventually giving up.

“Are you hungry my dear? I don’t think I could bring you your usual foods but I could request some tasty fish.” He said. You meowed to confirm it. You were quite hungry. strangely fish sounded good right now. He smiled as he called for his assistant once more.

The second your fish came you stood to receive it. Neuvillete seizing the opportunity to rearrange your makeshift bed, taking the important documents and replacing them with some unnecessary ones. You happily chowed down. Purring as you enjoyed some tasty fish. You looked back briefly to watch him pretend he did nothing, but you heard him. Still the fish was too tasty and you continued to eat. He pet you lovingly as he continued with his work. Once finished you immediately set your sights on once again taking up his attention, you jumped back onto the desk sitting yourself right on the paper he was working on. He sighed.

“You’re as needy as ever, but I can’t resist that cute little face.” He said giving you a nice chin scratch. “Hopefully Emilie can come soon, otherwise I may never get work done.”

[darkestspring]

to have and to hold

a/n: my first request! im honored. this was requested by @gulnarsultan​ for aegon I, maegor, viserys I, baelon, aerys II, rickard stark, eddard stark as yandere spouses. thank you for all your support and love. (i did leave some out that i just wasn’t feeling like i could write)

 Aegon I “The Conquerer” Targaryen

He is the definition of devoted husband. Despite you being his third wife, he adores you just the same. he spends most of his free time with you. Even if you express your distaste or concern, he showers you with endless affection and gifts. Hair pins, books, jewels. Anything your heart desires, he’ll acquire it for you.

Of course, there’s also the fact that you’re not allowed anywhere without him, Visenya, or Rhaenys. Or five guards. It’s better to pretend you aren’t aware that they’re trying to isolate you with only them to keep you company. It’s better to smile and kiss whichever spouse is accompanying you for the day and thank them.

“My heart.” He coo at you, kisses being pressed all over your face and neck. He’s as soft as a targaryen can be when he’s with you. You’re his wife, one of his loves. “I’ll burn all of westeros down if you ask it of me.” he’ll tell you late at night as you hold you in his arms. “I’ll do anything, you need only ask it.” He’ll insist and he will. He’ll give you anything you want. But don’t ask to be free. He’s your husband. You belong with him.

Maegor I “The Cruel” Targaryen

despite the fact that he already had multiple wives, he grew an instant infatuation with you and refused to accept any other outcome than to marry you. after all, what choice did they have? who would refuse a dragon?

he most likely wouldn’t wait for approval or care what anyone else thinks. he’ll marry you in the tradition of valyria with his mother as witness. what you want doesn’t necessarily matter to him. you will be his wife. you will carry his children. he’ll make it so even if he has to spend all day in bed with you.

he’s softer with you than his other wives that’s for sure. he’ll cup his face with his hands and whsiper “My wife.” before kissing you so deeply you feel like you’re drowning. You’ll always be his wife, even after his death you’ll still be his.

Viserys I “The Peaceful” Targaryen

It’s your kindness that makes him keep seeking you out. Your kindness and care towards him makes him want to be around you constantly. He’ll gift you books and scrolls on subjects you both like. He’ll gift you flowers and little trinkets. He’ll sometimes create scenarios in which you seek him out because he wishes to be around you constantly.

He’s always holding your hand, always looking at you with this lovestruck and soft look on his face. He’s not one to isolate you. You’re his wife already. His beloved queen. But in the instance that this person talks badly about you or threatens you, he’ll get rid of them with no hesitation.

When you become pregnant, he’s overjoyed. Proof of the love you both share. “My love.” He’ll let out, his hand gripping onto yours gently as you both smile. “What wonderful news. The happiest news, my darling.” Even if you die before he does, if he is forced to take another wife, he’ll always love you. He’ll consider you his only wife. His only love. The children you have together, his only children. He’ll love you even in death.

Baelon “The Brave” Targaryen

Even before he was your husband and even after, he has a tendency to not leave your side. if someone wants to find baelon, they need only to find you first. whether you’re his first or second wife, he’ll be just as devoted. He basically worships the ground you walk on and doesn’t take kindly to other talking badly about you.

He loves to lay his head in your lap and have you run his hand through his hair, it comforts him greatly. Baelon is mischievous and regarded as brave but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have his own mean streak. he’s capable of great cruelty to those who are a threat to you and your safety. You mean a great deal to him so he won’t allow anyone to ruin the life you both have together or your safety.

“Other half of my soul.” He’ll whisper softly as he kisses your forehead. He can’t help but want to give you the entire world. He’ll acquire things that remind him of you to gift you. the moment you’re with child, he’ll devote all of his free time to you. he’s overcome with joy. A baby! a piece of both of you. He’ll place his hand on your growing stomach and be overcome with fondness. He’ll kiss you with all the gentleness in the world. A gentleness reserved only for you.

Aerys II “The Mad King” Targaryen

In the beginning he’s very charismatic, it’s easy to forget that he refuses to let others see you. people who hold conversations with you, that get to hear your voice and see your smile, die at his hand. they don’t deserve you, he’ll tell you. you’re his wife. everything you have, everything you are, is solely his.

If you’re still alive by time he starts to go crazy, you’re the only person he’ll allow to touch him. he’ll cling to you the entire time and refuse to let go. You’re his beloved wife, the only person he’ll trust.

“please love me, don’t leave me. I beg of you.” He’ll whisper into your shoulder as he clings to you. It’s hard to remember that you’re his captive wife. That anyone who even looks at you, he’ll order dead. You don’t say an ything in return as you hold him gently.

Rickard Stark

Rickard is the definition of dutiful husband. He loves you so dearly and wants to have a peaceful life with you. He’ll have warm coats made for you so that you’ll never go cold in Winterfell. Anything you wish for, he’ll acquire. You are his wife.

Rickard’s last thought is of you, whether you are dead or alive, he thinks of you. He’s already failed you, failed his children. He just hopes justice and honor will come. He wishes to see you once more. He’ll thinks about all of the moments you have shared.

“My wolf.” Is his favorite petname, he would cup your flushed cheeks his hands and press his forehead against yours. “I’ll do anything for you. My wife. Wait for me.” It’s easy to forget that rickard’s jealousy of other men leads him to sentence them to death for smiling at you.

Eddard Stark

Eddard is a dedicated husband, he brings the definition of fuck around and find out to life. He outright won’t kill people for simply holding a conversation with his wife but if he believes they’re a threat to his wife, to her safety or to their marriage, he won’t hesitate to do what he has to, to keep his wife safe, his family safe, the north safe. You’re his wife, the only one he wants.

Eddard will show you around the north and tell you about the area, the danger, the places he likes to see. He wants to be happy there, with him. With all the children you’ll eventually have. Once jon comes into both your and his life, you comfort him, you agree to care for him. You feel slightly bad but you vow to care for him as you do your other children.

It’s devastating when he’s executed, your children try their hardest to shield you from the truth. From the schemes and manipulations of others. You try your hardest to think of what he would want in times like these. Of how he would deal with those who threaten the safety of his family. You’ll do what you must. The north always remembers.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Yandere Tim Drake Would Include:

Tim would be the kind of yandere that's possessive, but not obsessive. He doesn't like to share you, but he's not going to act like a lunatic about it. When it comes to making you his, his methods will not involve violence unless you don't submit to him willingly. He prefers to manipulate you and deceive you into thinking that he's a better option than other people. He does have patience, but his possessiveness and controlling behavior can become overbearing at times.

He wants you all to himself and will do anything to make sure you're his. He can also get jealous if he thinks someone else is trying to compete for your love and attention. He'll likely see this rival as a threat and may even get rid of them. Tim prefers to have complete control over you and will do whatever it takes to keep you to himself. He wants you to be obedient and submissive to him, willing to do whatever he says.

Tim loves getting attention from his beloved, be it physical or emotional. However, his possessive nature can cause him to get clingy as well, and become jealous when someone else takes your attention away from him. When it comes to making moves, if you aren't giving him enough attention, he may resort to acting jealous in front of other people in order to make you feel jealous as well. This can lead to arguments, and if these arguments do not result in you giving him the attention he seeks, things may get unpleasant.

Tim would also be manipulative, using any means necessary to make you love him and be loyal to him. He's intelligent and knows how to use this to his advantage, often coming up with ways to lure you in. Once you're in his hands, it'll be difficult to leave him as he'll use every manipulation tactic in the book to make you feel guilty for trying to leave. He's persistent and will never stop pursuing you. He's also very easily threatened by anyone who shows even the slightest amount of interest in you. This can cause him to act irrationally.

He would also display behaviors such as constantly questioning you on your whereabouts and who you're with, being overly jealous whenever you interact with others, wanting to know where you are and what you are doing at all times, and becoming aggressive and argumentative if you refuse to tell him or lie.

Tim wouldn't immediately come out as obsessive once you started dating him. Instead, it would slowly unravel itself over time, and he would progressively become more and more overbearing. He would start by being overly affectionate and attentive, then slowly escalate into controlling and manipulative behavior. He would never get physically violent towards you, but he would definitely try to isolate you from other potential suitors and people that he feels are a threat towards his goal of making you his.

Tim would also go to great lengths to make sure you do not leave him or cheat. He would constantly keep track of you, and he would probably place some form of tracking device on your phone or other personal belongings.

Despite his possessiveness and controlling behavior, Tim would still want to keep you happy and comfortable. He would be caring and considerate in his own twisted way, spoiling you with gifts and trying to make you feel like you're the most important person in the world. It's not all bad with Tim, he has his good traits, and some people would even consider him romantic in his own twisted way.

His obsessive possessiveness can manifest itself as a sense of ownership over you. He will not let anybody else near you, or else he won't hesitate to use any means necessary to keep you all to himself. Including using violence to scare away others and to hurt them horribly if they try to make a move on you.

He's a rather charming person, so when you go out with him, he would make sure you have a great time. Despite the date being a manipulation tool for him, he also understands that the process should at least be enjoyable for you as well. He wouldn't deliberately go on a bad date just to keep the facade that he is a "great option" for you.

In private with you alone, he will show affection and his softer side towards you. He is someone after all that wants you to reciprocate his feelings. So he wouldn't hesitate to hold your hand, cuddle with you, give you kisses, etc. He prefers to show more affection in private instead of publicly, which is where his possessive side will be more apparent towards any interested individuals.

The Batfamily is unaware of his yandere characteristics. He’s quite good at hiding it, after all. Though they do notice his overprotective and overbearing behaviors towards you at times, but other than that, nothing else of notice. On the rare occasions that his family does catch a glimpse of his possessive tendencies, they would be shocked and horrified at Tim’s obsessive behavior.

If someone tried to physically stop him or interfere with your relationship together, it would not end too well for them. Tim would threaten them at first and try to persuade them to back off. But if they persist, or they make a move on you, he will lash out, and he wouldn't be hesitant in hurting them. If they try to hurt you, well, let’s just say his methods would be much more gruesome.

He will go to any length to prevent you from leaving him. If you don't want to stay willingly, he'll make sure that he gets what he wants one way or another, whether it's by physical force or emotional manipulation. That is not something Tim would allow. For you two, there is no such thing as a breakup, only a relationship that is being put on pause.

When it comes to arguments with just the two of you, he would prefer to argue it out, and if he ever thinks that you're not seeing his point of view, he'll become manipulative and use emotional blackmail to get you to give in.

In general, Tim can be a pretty nice guy when he isn't being a yandere. He would be considerate, charming, and friendly when you're hanging out with him. He's a bit of a flirt, but it's never too overboard. When he's not being a yandere, he's pretty approachable and friendly towards people. He doesn't seek trouble, and he prefers to avoid conflicts when he can.

While Tim's secret identity is Red Robin, it doesn't change who he is as a person deep down. Though his persona as Red Robin is more confident and cocky, he is still a yandere. However, his possessive behavior is definitely toned down a bit while he is in the suit. He is still protective and controlling over you, but he isn't as much of a yandere as he would be as himself.

Tim would not hesitate to strike down a villain if they were to try and make their move on you right in front of him. He would use physical force and any means necessary to protect you. In the case of a hero, it depends on the situation. If he thinks they are just friendly and not going to make a move, then he would just be wary. However, if they give any indication that they want to make a move on you, he’ll be on them in a snap.

Tim would be pretty open to having children with you. He wouldn't necessarily want a lot of children, but he would want at least one or two. He would be a bit overprotective towards them and quite possessive, like how he is with you. If someone was to come up and try to get near them, he'll be on their ass immediately.

Tim would absolutely want to marry you. In his eyes, it would make your relationship official and more "real". He would be pretty serious about it and wouldn't want to get married just to get divorced further down the line. He would be a bit eager to take you down the aisle, always looking to seal the deal.

Power play - making you submit completely to him. He especially enjoys using his size and strength to dominate you physically while also teasing and taunting you mentally. And when you finally give in to the desires and let go completely, it's a rush like no other for him.

Toys and tools – there's just something so thrilling about having a variety of toys on hand to use on you whenever he feels like it. He loves using vibrators, dildos, anal beads, and other fun toys to tease and stimulate different parts of your body, and then eventually combining them all at once for an intense sensory overload experience.

Impact play - such as flogging, caning, and whipping, into spanking sessions to create a truly immersive experience for you both.

Physical intimacy - into your encounters, like kissing, cuddling, and gentle massages, to create a sense of balance and connection between the more extreme aspects of your time together.

Oral sex – giving and receiving. There's something so intimate and personal about taking another person's cock or pussy into his mouth, and he loves the feeling of total submission and power exchange that comes with it.

[baby-jaguar]

Part 1: Meeting John Price

Western AU; Mail Order Spouse Trope

WC: 3,131 CW: None

AN: My beloved! John Price! Would love to hear your thoughts and comments, as well as any questions. I hope ye enjoy <3

Please see the following for the explanation and precursors to the scene!

Introduction, Biography

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Truthfully, you’re glad you didn't have many friends in town, as it meant no one to share unnecessary secrets with, nor did it spread any word of what you were up to in your free time. 

However, that isn’t to say that you trusted at least some people in the small town you lived in, such as your boss.

A scapegoat for you to write your correspondence letters was that you simply had to stay late on the farm, working extra long hours because of something that was messed up, or because you knew your parents wouldn’t argue with the fact that you were getting more money.

Feeling that you were a decent enough candidate for John to consider since you are working as a farm hand already, you decided to write your first correspondence the next day. Once sent, you received a letter back from him four days later and by god, did he sound like such a gentleman. 

You were able to soon confide in him on how you wanted to leave town, start fresh, but stick with what you know since you did work on the well-known “Loyal Laswell Farm,” and help out around their farmhouse with common jobs such as sewing, cooking, and even making a dirty barn looked organized- a man’s dream spouse.

With only two weeks passing and less than a handful of letters to be traded, you already had money and an open invitation to John’s ranch. Through your correspondence, John stated that he had already known of Kate Laswell, her having been a long ago buyer from him and even she had sought out advice on taking care of her lambs long ago. 

John connected the dots and realized that you were the trusty youngling that she hired early on; He already trusted your morale if Laswell had kept you after all this time. (And if Laswell did gloat about you once in a while, that was a secret between her and John.) After finding out about the mutual connection, you confided in her. 

Kate, already knowing of your family’s vices, was pleasantly surprised by your major turn of life events and how quickly your fate had been granted to you in the form of Price. She made sure your head was screwed on straight enough that if it didn’t work out, you could mail her and she would help you figure it out from there…

Kate’s wife chimed in and said you and Price would be a great fit.

The two women gave their aid to you in the form of gifting you your favorite horse to ride off on during your long journey. You only brought a handful of items from your parent's house, slowly, and used the remaining amounts of wardrobe you kept at the farm to pack up. With two bags packed and some food, feed, a gun being courtesy of Laswell’s wife, and a celebratory pack of cigars for John (Kate’s wedding gift), you were on your way. 

It only took you a week by horseback, luckily traveling near the Oregon Trail that had already had sorted paths cleared and lived-in, you only needed to stop when you and your horse did. You were able to send John updated letters, but were not able to receive them due to constantly being on the move. This left you daydreaming about him.

John wrote that he is originally from Deadwood, South Dakota. He comes from a long line of lawmen and followed in their footsteps in his early adult life. However, as John became sheriff and notorious for his hardened but fair demeanor, he began to see the justice system slip through the cracks right in front of him. Murderers would walk away and many left unjustly prosecuted in other cases. It angered and dwelled on him so much that he retired early on. John soon found his solace in the quiet mountain town of Pitkin, Colorado. John describes himself as a proud man who is protective and respectful, an old soul who loves his whiskey - and is looking for his strawberry wine. He is a weathered man who can fix any problems of yours, all at the cost of a shoulder to lean on and someone to spend the rest of his days with.

Coming into Pitkin, it brings forth a small town nestled within luscious green mountains and a strip of shops down the main road that highlights most of the town's activity. Riding through, you were an obvious sight to be had; a new face set out on a horse with minimal bags packed on the back. You didn’t seem like a traveler, no, you seemed like someone who was on a mission to find something- someone. 

Smiling and giving small nods towards those who stare, your cheeks have a faint blush from the attention as you ride down the strip and toward the end of the town. Soon, the signs have a label of a bull, a common connotation of a ranch, causing you to garner up a bit more hope and hold your head high as you click your horse into a canter. 

The sound of your horse's hooves thundering on the ground cannot beat the thrum of your heart; riding over the hill, you’re greeted with a breathtaking view of the Alpine mountains that dip into a valley with an absurd amount of leveled planes that make you believe the land was spread flat by an inviting entity. Your eyes come into focus on small black dots that move before you make out to be the shape of cattle grazing across the green and flowing grass.

There sits a house atop the hill that is before the dip of the valley, where a fence surrounds a large barn that is directly adjacent to the house. You bring your horse to a slow walk as you take in the view of the wooden house; it's a cabin-styled home but large in the additions that have been formed around the sides, making it one of the bigger houses in town. The barn rivals its size by double, and the open stalls along the side let you glimpse into the hay-filled homes of horses that linger near the fences. You have to do a double take when you see movement in the barn that is all too human-like, then pulling the reigns of your horse once a few feet away from the entrance to stop and watch. 

A man stands, low grunts leaving him as he stretches his back before grabbing a hay bayle and beginning to break it up. He wears a worn-out pair of jeans and a cowboy hat as his low whistling breaks the silence between the surrounding horses neighing at your new appearance. In an instant, you know immediately this is John.

To your surprise, your horse greets the others in a sharp jeer of noise, causing him to turn around in surprise his eyes dart up at you.

For a second, you’re humored at the look he gives, not expecting something so sweet as you to ride into his ranch and most likely expecting someone within the town to come to bother him. 

But in an instant, he knows exactly who you are. 

After his shock wears off, he sets down the hay and reaches up to take his cowboy hat off and place it on his chest as he walks toward you. Letting out a low whistle, his eyes roam over you with an enamored stare. “God was just showin’ off when he made you, sweetheart.” Comes the low timbre of his voice, sending a small fire of desire shimmying through your vertebrae. 

A soft smile graces your face in return, halting your horse for the time being as he comes up to you. “Good morning sir, would I be right to assume that you are John Price, the owner of this ranch?” You ask after a moment of your eyes trailing over him, taking in his face and ice-blue eyes while he approaches to help you down from your horse.

“That I am, Sweetheart. And I suppose you’re the one that I’ve been lookin’ so forward to meetin’, that right?” He asks in return, a small smirk taking his lips while he helps you lower down from the saddle. You smile at the extended hand, taking it as you swing your opposite leg out of the stirrup while feeling the touch of his other hand coming to caress your hip in a gentle fashion.

"I hope you've been as comfortable as one can be on a week-long ride," John comments softly, keeping his hand on you once you're firmly planted on the ground as his eyes scan you from head to toe. "How you feelin’?" He asks sweetly, now finding your eyes with genuine affection in his tone.

In response to his lingering touch on your hip, and feeling it travel to your waist with a brief squeeze before he lets it fall, you give him a small squeeze of the hand you're holding to. “Not too shabby; was able to get a room a few of the nights along the way. I’m thankful for the good weather I had while getting here.” You respond as you shift your saddle-sore hips for a moment and reorient your limbs to standing. 

"You're not so shabby yourself, sweet thing'." He compliments softly as he releases you, then grabs your horse’s bridle and releases the bit before attaching his own lead to it, and a small feeling of surprise crosses your mind at how easily he handles new horses. Then, gesturing for you to follow him. "Come on. Let me show you around." John leads with comfortable confidence, letting your horse sniff him while leading him to an open stall with some water and feed. 

“Thank you for letting me bring my stallion here, Laswell gifted him to me when I was sayin’ goodbye. Said you may remember him from when he was a foal?” You prompt with a tilt of curiosity at the edge of your words while you join them in the stall to unload your bags and take the saddle off.

Looking back towards him, his eyes are looking over the horse for any identifiers, hints that would make him remember. “Not quite sure I remember this one, sweetheart. He got a name?” John asks in response once finished doing a sweepdown of his mane and a quick swipe of his hair coat.

“Laswell said he’s always been named Captain.” You answer curtly, now looking to see his reaction, if any.

It takes a moment for you to narrow in on the way the left side of his mustache twitches slightly before he breaks out into an all-out smile. “Well, I’ll be damned…” John trails out as he moves back towards Captain's head.

His blue eyes shine in the light of the barn windows, meeting yours for a moment while a boyish charm takes over his face. “This slick bastard got you all the way over to me?” John speaks with a gruffness that intertwines with amusement; the way his hands move to rub over the horse's forehead and nose showcases a glimpse of a gentle side reserved for his animals.

As you scrunch your eyebrows up in confusion, John catches your expression and gives a hearty chuckle in response. “I helped birth this one the day that Kate came up here to buy some lambs. Her wife was cryin’, thinking that him and his momma were gonna die.” He answers before moving to give Captain a pat on his chest, a huff of his breath coming out in response. 

“He had both him’s front legs back during contractions. Had to help the mare by pushing his fat head on in to get him to readjust. Kate and her wife saw the whole thing.” He finishes with a hum and a distant look in his eyes only for a second, now coming back to your side and picking up a bag of yours.

“This all you got? Woulda expected a bit more from a woman movin' out west, especially to the cold mountains.” He states with a cocked eyebrow, eyeing as you bend down to hoist the remaining bag over your shoulder. You both give Captain a farewell tap before exiting the stall and heading towards Johns's house.

You wait on replying for a moment as you take a longer look at the structure, noting the wooden panels that exude a warm and weathered patina, a testament to the house's endurance against the harsh elements of the wild. The front features a symmetrical facade, with a steeply pitched gable roof that displays a combination of wooden shingles and iron accents. Windows are evenly placed on the front-facing sides of the house, and shutters open to allow glimpses into the inside.

“Didn’t have a lot to bring if I’m being honest. Just packed up what I liked and wanted, then left.” You answer with a confident nod, leaving it at that. “I did plan on finding some new or old fabrics to start making winter coats for myself.” You add on quickly, thinking over how quickly the chill must set in within the mountain valley.

You follow John onto the front porch of the house, “Ah, you do some of that fancy work or just plain work?” He inquires while gesturing for you to step inside the entrance. You’re greeted by a spacious entryway, designed to be practical and modest. The floors, made of polished wide planks, creak softly under the added weight of yourself next to John, a new soul to provide protection to in the house.

To the front of the entryway, is his living room, its centerpiece being a grand stone fireplace, providing warmth and comfort during the chilly evenings. Leather upholstered furniture invites warmth to the house, and you can see a good amount of hides used as a rug and even a throw blanket over the couch, while ornate coffee cans and some intricately shaped vases linger around the surfaces. 

The sound of your mouth opening and closing resonates in the silence of you two standing there before John shuts the door softly behind you and ultimately snaps you out of your daze. “Um, just some plain work. Never had the time or materials to work on some fancy clothes, would rather make things I know I’m gonna use.” You answer while moving to face adjacent to where he stands in front of the door.

His eyes track your own as your attention comes back to rest on him, a small smirk tugging on the edge of his mouth. With a quick laugh, he moves to place his left hand along your back, his cold fingers sliding to the place between your shoulders. “Welcome home, Sweetheart.” He smiles while speaking softly, leaning over to place a light kiss atop your head. 

When he moves back from your space, which you want to ultimately follow as you feel his warmth radiate next to you and already adore the way his voice dips impossibly lower when speaking so gently, his hand slides down to the small of your back and gives a small tap to lead you forward. “Come on, let's get you settled in.” He beckons you while walking to a door that is adjacent to the entrance.

Walking in, John’s bedroom exudes a haven, signifying his rest and relaxation at the end of the day. The warm, earthy tones of the wood and furniture create an internal warmth, in contrast to the view of the surrounding mountains of green and glimpse over the cattle that wander the land, the windows laden with lace curtains.

The bed was the average size for the master bedroom; The double bed sat its headboard against the wall to the right of the entrance, facing the windows. A large red quilt adorns the bed while the bed itself is a robust wooden frame with upright pieces of carved and sanded wood posted taller at each corner of the bed.

In the corner is another stone fireplace, where an armchair sits to serve as a place for John to unwind, read a book, or reflect on the day. A well-worn wooden dresser stands against one wall, its surface adorned with a few cherished mementos - a faded photograph of him on a horse, a weathered pocket watch that has seen countless sunsets, and a small collection of polished rocks, each one possibly a reminder of a special moment.

"It's not much." He pauses before speaking again, his tone becoming more personal. "And I'd love to have you share my bed when you're comfortable. However, if you need time to adjust, I can set myself up in the living room. I don't wish to pressure you if you're not comfortable yet."

The sweet and respectful offer doesn’t fly over you, and a small smile rises over your lips. “Thank you, John. That’s awfully considerate of everything you’re doing for me. I don’t want to burden you with sleeping on your own couch, I wouldn't mind.” You answer while slowly walking to the dresser, placing your bag down by the foot of it.

“It may take a few days to adjust and get to know you, but-” you take a second to turn around and look at his form with a small shy smile, “I don’t think I’ll keep you waiting long.” You finish as a soft blush rises to the apples of your cheeks. Your hands come to interlace together in the front of your lap as his heavy footsteps make their way towards you with a bright smile that borders a smirk.

He stops in front of you, holding eye contact as he places your other bag down. “Ain’t no way in hell I’d be letting you sleep on the couch, sweetheart. But, I do look forward to hearing your answer. When you’re ready for it.” He speaks in a gruff voice, eyebrows raised to make sure you're taking his answer to heart and understanding, his warm hands moving to enclose both of yours within his grasp.

Bringing your hands up to his lips, you watch with rapt attention at his mouth puckering and in turn, making his facial hair move in the action, then leaving a warm and gentle kiss on the back of each hand.

His eyes don’t stray from yours while doing so, his blue eyes bring an inviting wave of ice- the kind you actively seek when you’re feeling too hot or need to wake up. “Now, how about I show you the rest of the ranch, babydoll?” He asks with a soft grin, pulling you just a fraction closer by the grip of your hands.

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If you can do you think you can do the Papas (separate of course) with a reader who bites as a form of affection?

Yes yes YES I absolutely can!! I personally would prefer to bite than be bitten (unless you're a vampire. You hear that, secret vampires living on tumblr? Come and bite me!! I'd be a great little vampire servant I swear!!) I also headcanon that the Papas all have some sort of vampire or demonic heritage so this will be a very fun set of headcanons. Hope you enjoy! There's very light suggestive content so minors DNI

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐨

It takes him by surprise when you do it the first time

He's had many lovers in his time, and none of them have ever bitten him. He's always been the biter rather than the bitten

Primo think it's very cute once he gets used to it

Comes to expect it after you've been together for a while

If you ever stop biting him or you decrease the frequency of your bites he'll start getting concerned

He loves admiring the little bites you give him before his stupidly fast healing factor kicks in

Sometimes he'll bite you back playfully

It turns into a little play fight where you both bite each other and end up crying with laughter

"So you bite Papa? Jail! Jail for a thousand years!" (Said playfully of course)

When you're relaxing together or laying in bed, he will offer you his sleeve to bite or chew on

Calls you his junior vampire as a loving nickname

Generally loves that you show your affection in a way that's so different to other lovers he's had. He honestly prefers it to being showered with gifts

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨

Admittedly misinterprets it at first

Secondo thinks that it's your way of trying to get him in the mood and be rough with him

You'll have to explain to him that it's your way of being affectionate

Once you do explain it he immediately gets it and considers it an honour to be bitten by his beloved

Might tease you sometimes by covering your mouth with his hand when he senses you're getting ready to bite him, chuckling before kissing your forehead

Bite his palm while he's covering you mouth. He loves it

Does his best not to pin you beneath him and have his way with you if you bite him in certain places

Takes the time to explain to you that he loves when you bite him but where you shouldn't bite if you don't want to work him up

"Are you sure you're not the vampire in our relationship, tesore? Should I expect you to turn into a little bat and fly out of the window?" is his favourite little joke to make

Will immediately become concerned if you stop biting him all together

Anyone who gives you looks or says anything rude/unkind about you biting Secondo and he will give them the scariest, most intimidating glare he can muster

Will nip at your fingers and give you very light affectionate bites once he's comfortable enough with bites being your shared method of showing affection

𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐳𝐨

He's into it IMMEDIATELY

Thinks it's sweet that this is how you show your affection and encourages it

If he's in one of his funny moods, he'll make an exaggerated moan and dramatically fall into your arms or onto the floor pretending that he's been bitten by a vampire

He doesn't bite back because his teeth are particularly sharp and he doesn't want to hurt you

However, he will very gently nibble on your finger tips or earlobe when you're cuddling, offering you his own hand for you to bite or nip at in return

He never requires any explanation as to why you bite to show your affection

If you do explain it to him though he'll listen intently the whole time and reassure you that he's completely okay with it and wants you to show your affection however you like

For Terzo, it's just another way of bonding and showing him how comfortable you are around him

Because of how sharp his teeth are, if you ever do want him to bite you harder when you bite each other he'll get some gum shields to wear so that there's extra protection and he won't hurt you

"My very own little Dracula. How lucky I am to receive and wear every one of your precious bites, cuore mie."

Don't even try biting him less or stopping your biting. He will sulk

He jokes one day that if you bite him particularly hard he'll get it tattooed

Or at least you think it's a joke until one night he's getting undressed and you see a tattoo of the outline of one of your bites near his collarbone

𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚

Copia may be a bit oblivious, but he knows you well enough that he figures out pretty quick that you're being affectionate

It's as natural to him as a kiss on the cheek or holding hands

Anyone stares or gives you both a look when you bite him in public and he will stare right back at them until they get uncomfortable and apologise for being intrusive

Feeling you bite or nibble on him makes him smile

It's also a great comfort to him to feel your teeth on his skin when he's feeling anxious or insecure

Like Primo, he will offer you his sleeve to chew or bite on while you relax together

He doesn't bite back often simply because he prefers being bitten to doing the biting (Terzo and Secondo make fun of him for this. Primo tells them to shut up)

Jokes that love will never be dead so long as you keep biting him

"Between you and my rats, I couldn't say who bites me more!"

Will get upset if you stop biting him completely

Genuinely thinks he's done something wrong and will try to make it up to you, even though he's done nothing bad whatsoever

You'll probably have to make it up to him with a snuggle and bite session

𝐍𝐢𝐡𝐢𝐥

He's in denial about liking it at first

Will be a little snappy about it

Tells you to stop and pushes you away if you try to do it in front of others or in a place where you could be seen

Secretly, however, he loves it. He just isn't ready to admit it to himself straight away

It actually takes you stopping completely and him being grumpy as a result of that for him to actually realise and admit to himself that he loves being bitten by you

When he apologises to you, he makes it clear that he wants it to be kept in private at first while he gets used to the idea of you biting or nibbling on him outside of your shared space

His favourite place for you to bite him is his wrist. It's a place that he can look at whenever he likes but is also easy to cover with his Papal robes in public

As time goes on, he'll encourage your biting more and more until he's finally okay with being bitten out in public and not just the privacy of your room

"Were I not an immortal demon of the night, I would think you were the vampire here and not me"

Is more than happy to bite you back, though he gets a little too enthusiastic with it

On more than one occasion, you've needed to be checked out at the infirmary when his fangs have gone deeper than intended. Just to make sure he's not accidentally started the transformation process

If at any point he thinks you're biting him less or that you're going to stop, be prepared to be berated by him. Now that he's used to it, he never wants you to stop

[dragondemoness]

A Hopeful Future - DV3 Cast x Ultimate Cuteness Reader Finale

Ten years since you graduated Hope’s Peak Academy.

You stand on the balcony of the house you shared with your significant other, who was standing right beside you.

At your beloved plush bunny’s request, you passed him down to your child, if you had one.

He was just as attached to the rabbit as you were when you first received him from your grandmother. It was an endearing sight.

But that didn’t mean the bond you shared with Mr. Bunny ever went away. He continued to give you any kind of support you needed, and sometimes, you had time to spend alone with him. He still loved to hold you like a baby, even though you were fully grown.

If you had any children, you’d best believe the rabbit does the same thing to them too.

When they were born, you handed them to Mr. Bunny to hold them, and he held them so gently, as though they were made of glass. And instead of cowering away from him, they curled into his soft chest, and you saw his black, beady eyes shine with tears.

He basically became their third parent, and sometimes, you had to pry the child away from him because he refused to leave their side. Then you would laugh as he got grumpy and pouted at you.

He was like the family’s bodyguard, and he did his job well. Not only was he very difficult to damage, but his keen senses did a great job at sensing danger, then getting rid of it before you or your family could find out.

Anyway, you watched the sunset with a peaceful expression, on the warm cottage property you always dreamed of living in.

Seeing you lost in thought, your significant other gets your attention by placing their hand on yours.

“Are you alright?”

You snapped to attention and gave them a warm smile and nodded.

“Just thinking about the past, and how we ended up here. It’s kind of weird to think about, but I couldn’t be happier.”

Your significant other nods and mirrors you, watching the sunset as well.

Shuichi Saihara

He smiles and chuckles at you.

“Yeah, kind of. But I’m glad we’re here now.”

After graduation, he received a letter from one of the best detective departments in the city

He spent many nights working, and often struggled to come to bed with you

But he still assured that you meant everything to him

Together, you had one child

They took after your appearance, but was shy, like Shuichi

You find them absolutely adorable

Shuichi smiles and takes your hand in his, as he turns back to the sunset

Rantaro Amami 

He chuckles at you and nods.

“It kind of is, huh? But hey, I’m not complaining.”

He still loved to travel, so he found a job where he could take business trips often

So sometimes he would leave for a while, but he sent postcards and gifts he knew you would like

Anything to let you know he was still thinking of you

You have at least two children with him

He loves taking care of people, but if two is enough for you, it’s enough for him

Sometimes he and Mr. Bunny argue over the children’s affections

It’s pretty funny sometimes

Rantaro smiles at you once more before slinging his arm over your shoulder and pulling you close to him

Kokichi Oma 

He tilts his head and gives you a look of mock confusion.

“Hmmmm? What do ya mean ‘weird’? Are you calling me weird??”

His face changes to a look of playful sadness before smiling at you.

“Yeah, I guess it is kinda weird. But at least we’re here now, right?”

Thanks to him and his organization, he earned a lot of money

He worked too hard to let it go, even after all these years

But he did promise not to do anything too evil

He’s not a fan of kids, so he doesn’t enjoy the idea of having one of his own

But if you really want a child, he might consider it

He hopes they’ll at least have a fun attitude and won’t be super boring

In the present, he wraps his arm around your waist and leans into you

He may not have gotten that last growth spurt, but at least his attitude matured

Somewhat

Kaito Momota 

He looks at you and grins widely.

“Maybe a little, but I’m happy to be where we are!”

He achieved his dream and got a job as an astronaut

Similar to Rantaro, he often leaves home to go on space expeditions

But he’ll bring you back souvenirs from the places he visits

He loves the idea of having kids, so you’ll probably have at least one

He’ll teach them about his passions, hoping they’ll take interest in it

As you sit together, he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close to him with a smile

Gonta Gokuhara 

He turns and gives you a warm smile.

“Maybe, but Gonta is glad S/O stayed by his side for so long.”

He found a job where he could talk about bugs all day long

Some people found the way he talked to be weird, but he was improving

And he was at least able to talk about something he loved

He would love to be a dad, so you might at least have one child

Most you'll have is three

He'll introduce them to all his bug friends, and hopefully they won't be afraid of them

In the present, Gonta grins at you and pulls you into a soft, but tight embrace

Korekiyo Shinguji 

He looks ahead with a thoughtful hum before turning to you with a smile.

"Hm. I suppose you could say that. But I wouldn't dare rewrite history if it meant that we wouldn't be together.

To continue his passion for humanity, he started studying archaeology

And he no longer covered his face with a mask, since you being with him finally helped him to let go of his sister

He's not big on the idea of having children, but he's open to it if you want to

He'd prefer to have just one partially because he doesn't want a repeat of him and his sister

As you sit together on the balcony, he gives you a soft smile and takes your hand in his

Ryoma Hoshi 

"Yeah, kinda. But hey, at least we're here."

After leaving high school, he continued with becoming a tennis player

He hoped it would help him find himself, discover what he wants to do

It does help, and he remembers what he enjoyed so much before he lost it

He doesn't plan on having any kids, but maybe

He certainly wouldn't mind playing some tennis with them

Plus, his cat and your bunny have developed a loving relationship

If you do have a child, forget a third parent, they'd have a whole other set of parents

He smiles and takes your hand and pats it

K1-B0/Kiibo 

He nods at you while admiring the sunset.

"You could say that. But I wouldn't change a thing!'

I mean

He's a robot

There's a lot he could do

When Miu began her robotics company, he became an employee and worked alongside her for a while

And once he got enough money, he started one of his own

He was determined to show off the power of robots and what they can do when working alongside humans ahaha...

Having children is... Kind of difficult

But he would love to adopt one with you

He wants to experience what it's like to be a father, and to experience parental love

In the present, he takes your hand and squeezes it

Kaede Akamatsu 

She nods with a soft smile.

"Yeah. But I'm glad we're here."

She became a professional pianist

She started piano lessons for those who wanted to learn, and she played at big events

She would love to have a child with you

You'll have one, maybe two

She would love to play them soft, classical songs to help them sleep, and maybe even teach them

She leans against your shoulder with a small smile as you enjoy the moment together

Maki Harukawa

She nods and gives you a small smile.

"Yeah. But I'm glad it turned out this way."

After high school, she ditched her job as an assassin and went back to child caregiving

She wanted to leave that part of her life behind and pursue a more wholesome career

Although it was frustrating at first, the kids always liked her, and she started to warm up to them

She's still hesitant to have a child of her own, because she doubts if she can be a good parent

But she would love to have one, to give them the loving home she never got

And she'd do a damn fine job of it

While you sit together, she scoots closer to you and takes your hand while leaning on your shoulder

Miu Iruma 

She lets out a chuckle and watches the beautiful sight ahead of you.

"Heh, kinda. But hey, I managed to find your fine ass. I gotta say, that's pretty damn good."

She got a job as an engineer

Even started her own robotics company to show off her skill

She's still vulgar, she's still flirtatious, she's still Miu

But she has matured quite a lot

She doesn't really want kids, honestly

But if you do have one, she'd make them a bunch of cute toys for them to play with

As you sit together, she wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close with a grin

Himiko Yumeno 

She blinks sleepily and gives you a small smile.

"Nyeh... A little. But at least we're together."

She'd still give magic a shot, even after high school

She wants to prove that her "parlor tricks" are real magic

Mr. Bunny has actually been rather helpful in helping her achieve this, so she showed even greater skills to the world

She even started taking aspiring magicians under her wing and training them as apprentices

She doesn't love the idea of having a child; you and Mr. Bunny are all she needs

But she miiiight consider it if you really want one

She wouldn't mind teaching them magic if they were interested

In the present, your sleepy mage leans against your shoulder as you watch the sunset

Angie Yonaga 

She hums and smiles brightly.

"Indeed! But I'm glad that Atua put me on that path! It guided me to you, after all!"

She became a professional artist

She did commissions, sold art online, even sent some of her art to a museum

She even did art classes for anyone interested in learning from her

She would love to have a child with you, if you want

She'd teach them all about art, and she'll hang up everything they make on the fridge, even if it sucks

In the present, she giggles and pulls you close to her in a soft embrace

Kirumi Tojo 

She hums thoughtfully and gives you a small smile.

"Indeed. But I couldn't be more glad that we're here."

She still did work as a housemaid

People could call her and hire her whenever they needed

Only this time, she valued herself more

She doesn't take nonsense from anyone, nor does she allow anyone to take advantage of her

And it's all thanks to you

She would love to have a child with you

She would be strict at times, but also give them all the love and care they could ask for

As you sit together, she takes your hand in her gloved one and squeezes it

Tenko Chabashira 

She turns and gives you a smile.

"Yeah, a little bit. But at least I'm with you."

She became a Neo Aikido instructor

She taught people all over how to master it

But although her master did help her become strong, she didn't poison her pupils' opinions of men like she did

She didn't want them to become bitter and hateful

She wouldn't mind having a child with you if you wanted to

She'd love them with all her heart and soul, and might teach them the art of Neo Aikido when they're older

In the present, she grins and wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close

Tsumugi Shirogane

She hums thoughtfully before facing you with a warm smile.

“Yeah, it is. But I’m glad we’re here now.”

Her talent for cosplay expanded into designing actual costumes

People commissioned her for her talent, and she even had her costumes sold in stores

You'd best believe she'd make a billion different outfits for your child

She would love to have one with you

She would shower them with soooo much love

As you sit together, she smiles and takes your hand before leaning against your shoulder

As you two enjoy your moment, Mr. Bunny comes out with your favorite hot drinks and sets them on the table before sitting right between you two.

Any children you have, if any at all, come rushing out to you, causing you and your significant other to let out a laugh. Now all together, Mr. Bunny wraps his arms around you and pulls you both close to him, as your little family shares this loving moment together.

The End of the DV3 Portion of the Ultimate Cuteness Series

[artsofmetamoor]

Concepts for Caleb's armors ✨

In the main story Caleb starts working as tutor/trainer of the lads that are to be the future royal guard of the Queen.  Elyon requested this from him, since as the ex rebel leader, Caleb has direct experience and knowledge in combat and harsh warfare, among other things.

At this point Caleb is living with his beloved Dilla in her village, and he very much prefers to be around the Tribal Galhots, who he considers his new family, people and home, rather than to mess with Meridian's royal affairs. He still frequently visits the town to share drinks with his ex comrades and friends, but mingling with nobles was never his favorite activity. However, he decided to accept this job as a favor to his queen and friend, and also by Dilla's advice that it could be good for the continuous healing of his body and mind.

Since Caleb was in need of an armor for this task, the people of the village offered themselves to make it for him. Tribal Galhots' great talent for blacksmithing is well known, admired and very sought after throughout Meridian and Metamoor, and most people rush to buy all the high quality jewelry, armor and more that they trade in towns. Caleb gratefully takes this offer as a great honor.

The style of blacksmithing of the Tribes is very diverse, picking up techniques and looks from their own culture, but also from various other cultures of Meridian, among them of course is the medieval-like armor and weapons that even the Tribes wear themselves, and it's the usual style that is commissioned from people from towns such as Meridian, however Caleb for such a kind gift, only requested that his amour was made in any way that the artists and blacksmiths of the village saw fit for him, which delighted them greatly! And thus the unique pieces were then created. 

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So me and @katerinaaqu were looking at these beautiful and so very interesting armor pieces from Bronze Age Greece. The shapes and looks are so unique, that we decided to take inspiration from them for the armor Caleb uses to train the lads of the royal guard in our story!

We decided that it would be an interesting alternative concept from the medieval-like armors that are usually seen in high fantasy scenes. 

Since in our story Caleb's armors were made as a gift from the Tribal Galhot people of the village where he is living with Dilla, I tried to take the references that @katerinaaqu has showed me, and translate them to the materials and styles that would be used in this scenario, in this case Iron, gold, furs and leather, and of course tusks and horns of animals to adorn the helmets (which was perfect since Mycenaean helmets and armors already fit so well).

Also a bit extra, but since we are checking out Iliad and the Odyssey, and our version of Caleb shares so much with the narrative of Odysseus, especially in his great journey and struggles, we realized that Caleb kind of almost became the Odysseus of Meridian in Chronicles of Metamoor by accident 😆❤️✨

[yumifakahara]

"A Dangerous Deduction"

Yandere Ranpo Edogawa x Reader

Y/N (gender neutral pronoun) is a gifted member of the Armed Detective Agency. Their skillset and deductive abilities have caught the eye of the esteemed detective Ranpo Edogawa. Ranpo sees great potential in Y/N and has developed deep feelings for them.

Ranpo Edogawa is a legendary detective and founding member of the Armed Detective Agency. Though diminutive in size, his deductive skills are unmatched. Behind his playful demeanor lies a dark side that emerges when provoked.

The Agency serves as the location for this fanfic.

Relationships:

Ranpo has become deeply infatuated with Y/N. Beneath his playful antics lies a possessive and somewhat obsessive love for them. Y/N respects Ranpo but does not return his romantic feelings.

Location:

The fanfic primarily takes place within the Armed Detective Agency.

Narration/Tags:

The fanfic will be narrated from Y/N's point of view on their interactions and growing unease around Ranpo. Tags include: Yandere, Forced Proximity, Unrequited Love

Y/N sighed as they rinsed the coffee mugs from that morning's case review. It had been a long few weeks of back-to-back assignments from the Agency. They were growing burnt out and contemplating putting in for some time off.

As if on cue, Ranpo appeared in the doorway. "Ne, y/n-chan," he drawled, stifling a yawn. "It seems my deductions have uncovered an unwanted possibility." Y/N turned to face him, surprised by the grim tone in his usually playful voice.

"What is it?" they asked, suddenly on edge. Ranpo's deductions were hardly ever wrong. He peered at them through his emerald eyes.

"It seems...you may be considering leaving the Agency for good. Abandoning poor Ranpo-chan," he pouted, voice lowering dangerously. Y/N's blood ran cold, stunned he had seen straight through to their private thoughts so easily. Before they could respond, Ranpo continued, closing the distance between them in a flash.

"That simply will not do, y/n-chan. You belong here, with me." His usually benign smile had twisted into a frightening grin. For the first time, Y/N sensed the darkness lurking beneath Ranpo's cheerful facade. They shuddered to think what lengths he may resort to in order to keep them by his side...

Y/N took a steadying breath, steeling their nerves against Ranpo's unsettling stare.

"While I respect your talents, Ranpo, my decision is final," they replied in as level a tone as they could muster. "I need a change of pace for my mental well-being."

Ranpo clicked his tongue in disappointment. "Is that so? Well, I'm afraid there is one little detail you seem to have overlooked." His slender fingers crept beneath Y/N's chin, tilting their head up to meet his icy gaze.

"You see, through my observations of you these past months, I've uncovered some rather...compromising secrets. Things you'd rather not have the rest of the Agency discover, yes?" Y/N froze at his words, panicked thoughts racing. How long had Ranpo been watching, deducing their innermost shames?

A slow, predatory smile spread across Ranpo's lips at their fearful realization. "Leave, and I'll be sure to share every sordid detail with Atsushi-kun and the others. Can you imagine the humiliation, the lost respect?"

Y/N trembled, trapped within Ranpo's cunning web. The detective leaned in to whisper in their ear. "But stay, and your secrets remain safely buried. With me." His breathing grew ragged, fingers digging into Y/N's skin. There would be no escaping Ranpo's twisted affection now.

Y/N shut their eyes tightly. "You win...I'll stay." Ranpo rewarded them with a delighted peal of laughter and a lingering caress along their jawline. Their dignity was lost, but at least the truth of their hidden past would stay locked away in Ranpo's twisted heart. For now.

The next day

Ranpo stepped into the Agency, only to freeze at the scene before him. There was his beloved y/n, having their hands held tightly within Dazai's grasp. The flirtatious man was loudly proposing a double suicide, much to y/n's obvious discomfort.

Kunikida, as reliable as ever, attempted to intervene with a well-placed smack from his newspaper. But even Kunikida's wrath could not tear Dazai's attention away from y/n. He shot them a playful wink, completely ignoring the admonishments.

Now usually Ranpo would be mildly amused by Dazai's antics. But seeing another man lay hands on what rightfully belonged to Ranpo sent a surge of possessive fury through him. He glided over silently, his diminutive stature belying the deadly intent in his eyes.

Coming to a halt beside the oblivious Dazai, Ranpo smiled serenely up at him. "Ne, Dazai-kun. I think it's time you unhand what's mine, yes?"

Dazai looked down in mild surprise, finally noticing Ranpo's arrival. But before he could muster a charming reply, Ranpo's features morphed into a ghoulish snarl. He seized Dazai's wrist in an iron grip, bending it back with inhuman strength.

"Y/n belongs to me. And if I ever see you touching them again..." Ranpo leaned in to whisper something that drained all mirth from Dazai's expression, replacing it with naked fear.

He tore his wrist free and scurried away without a word. Ranpo turned to y/n with a benign smile once more. "Now then, where were we my dear?" His claim had been forcefully staked - y/n was his alone.

Days passed with y/n's affection growing ever more distant, no matter Ranpo's efforts. He showered them with gifts - their favorite snacks, delicate trinkets, anything to capture their fleeting attention. But y/n remained evasive, rejecting even his embraces and chaste kisses.

It was not to be borne. Had y/n already forgotten who held their deepest secrets in the palm of his hand? Ranpo refused to be ignored any longer.

When he caught y/n alone one evening, Ranpo cornered them with a sly grin. "Ne, my dear, you've been avoiding poor Ranpo-chan. Have I done something to upset you?" he purred, already knowing the answer.

Y/n frowned, wary under his hooded gaze. "Please, I need space - "

"Space?" Ranpo interrupted with feigned surprise. "But we had an agreement, didn't we? You stay by my side, and I keep your secrets buried. Or have you changed your mind...?"

His implication hung thick in the air between them. Ranpo watched y/n's composure crumble as panic seized them. Their fate was irrevocably entwined with his now.

Seeing their surrender, Ranpo softened his tone. "Now, now, no need for that worrying face. Just a gentle reminder that you belong to me." He laid a finger under y/n's chin, tilting their head up to meet his tender smile.

"Won't you stay with me, my sweet? I get so lonely without you..." Ranpo pouted winsomely.

After a long moment, y/n nodded in mute resignation. They had no choice but to accept Ranpo's twisted love, for the sake of their secret's safety. His hold only tightened with each passing day.

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Wither on the vine

Wekk 1 picture prompt for: Spring picture prompt event by @hotd-bigbang

Themes: Angst

Warnings: Maternal/child death prior to the beginning of the story

Wordcount: 500+words

Summary: Alicent writes about the cherry blossom tree in the Godswood, and her upcoming wedding.

A/n 1: This ficlet is written in the epistolary form of writing

A/n 2: Alicent is 18 in this story

Minors DNI

Alicent Hightower’s journal

5th day in the third moon of 106 AC.— It is still spring, and flowers in the cherry blossom tree have already bloomed in the Godswood. It is the only tree of its nature in Westeros, a gift to the king from the Empress of YiTi in honor of his ascending the throne. There was a solemn ceremony in the Godswood when it was planted into the soil, with a tourney and a grand feast afterward. High lords and ladies came from all over the realm to bear witness, and more than one champion made their name on the tourney grounds. It had been a glorious day, filled with warm sunshine, music, and laughter, and purses growing fat from wagers.

Rhaenyra and I often sat beneath its flower-laden branches and talk and read and laugh. She would share her father’s tales of old Valyria and tales of her little adventures flying atop her dragon, Syrax. She often begged me to come with her, and I always refused. Then she would pout, pursing her lips into a thin line. And then she would smile and enlist my aid in her quest to raid the kitchens for cake. 

“I want to fly with you on dragon back,” she once said after wheedling the cook into giving her a tray laden with cake and other sweets. “See the great wonders across the Narrow Sea, and eat only cake.” 

What happy times they were! The realm prospered, queen Aemma was with child again, and commoners and nobles alike awaited the birth of a little prince, an heir to wear his father’s crown and put an end to the question of succession for good and for all. Alas! That was not to be. Good queen Aemma perished in her labors, and her son followed her soon after. And that was when Father began his scheming, though, at the time, I did not see it for what it truly was. 

A ploy to put me in the king’s bed as his new queen and secure more power for himself.

“I would like for you to seek out the king,” he had said, “and offer him comfort. Viserys is plagued with grief. He will be glad to have a kindly visitor. And Alicent? Be sure one of your mother’s dresses when you call on him.”

As strange as it was, I thought nothing of his request to garb myself in one of my lady mother’s dresses. I did as I was bid, because that was what dutiful children did. They obeyed their mother and father in all things. I obeyed my father and listened to him, never questioning him or his motives, even when my own conscience pressed me to do so. And because I listened to him without question and toiled blindly on his behalf, I am now left without a true friend in court and the companion I once considered as dear as a most beloved sister. I am about to wed a man I could neither love nor desire and produce his heirs year after year, all while the cherry blossom tree continues to bloom and my own wishes and dreams slowly wither on the vine. 

Image: Arno Smit/Unsplash

Cherry blossom divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[missiemoosie]

I never really liked how, in either the book or the movie, we never really get to see Thranduil and Bard paying their respects to Thorin by laying the Arkenstone and Orcrist on his body. I always thought it was such a touching thing for them to do and a good symbol of the future alliance between the three races in the north.

For movie Thranduil, it would have been an even nicer thing to see, considering how cold a character he had been turned into, but given that it was Leggo-my-Eggo who gave Thorin the sword during BoFA, such a thing wasn't possible.

But, hey, that's what fanfic's for, right? So, of course, in Nightmares, I made sure to write out a scene where Thranduil and Bard get their moment to pay respects.

And, having written such a scene, I now present to you, a rare snippet of Moosie's writing that will probably go unseen due to the glitchy account:

Whispers started to fill the chamber and, as she looked towards the entrance, she saw Thranduil and Bard among the procession of mourners. Behind her, she could hear Dain and some members of the Company grumbling about the presence of the Elvenking and part of her wanted to turn around and shush them. Bilbo, however, beat her to it and the grumbling abruptly ended.

When the pair reached Thorin’s bier, they halted, both man and elf bowed their heads in solemn respect to the fallen leader. After a moment, Thranduil lifted his gaze and glanced across the way, looking at the various members of the Company. When his eyes fell on Baylee, who gave him a small nod of her head, he returned the gesture before speaking.

“A warrior as great as Thorin Oakenshield should not venture into the afterlife unarmed,” he said, his voice being amplified by the chamber’s acoustics. Suddenly, he drew forth a sword hidden beneath his cloak—Orcrist. Around him, dwarves and humans alike jumped back from him in shock; a few of the dwarves uttered annoyed curses in Khuzdul.

“Should orcs or goblins ever come near this mountain again, this blade—being crafted by the elven masters of old—will glow blue in warning,” Thranduil continued, stepping forward. With the greatest of care, he tucked the sword into the crook of Thorin’s arm. “I gift this sword to the dwarves of Erebor as a token of friendship and of peace between our peoples. Let our feud be ended.”

Then Bard stepped forward. “I do not come bearing a gift,” he said, reaching into his jacket. “Instead, I come with that which was taken from this place in hopes of rekindling the bond that was once shared by Dale and Erebor.” He brought out the Arkenstone, which earned plenty of astonished exclamations from the dwarves around him. “Let the Arkenstone now be returned to the Lonely Mountain—to where it belongs.”

The gem gleamed brilliantly in the torchlight and almost seemed to glow from within as the human placed it atop Thorin’s chest. The sight of it, however, made Baylee’s stomach churn. It was that jewel that had driven her beloved to the point of insanity and nearly doomed them all. If it were up to her, she would cast it into the deepest pit of the mountain and forbid anyone from seeking it out ever again.

[transingthoseformers]

I'm out of work sick today so spending it working on my fan continuity TF: Legendarium. Figured it would be a fun time to share some of the background lore. Specifically the "Birth of the Quintessons" which I have written out like a fairytale. It introduces some of the fun concepts that help round up the lure for the Thirteen I have built for this as genuine demigods.

BIRTH OF THE QUINTESSONS

Quintus was given the power of creation and was well beloved. He though possessed a desire to wander and spread out. He went out to create more species, not content to be contained on Cybertron with those they carefully raised, but before he departed passed on a slice of his power to Micronus, Vector, and Solus who helped to forge Vector Sigma and the Hot Spots. This slice of his power allowed a new generation and subsequent ones the ability to forge new life within themselves as needed as well as focused their Creator's gift of life to natural cycles of the planet.

Quintus seeded worlds and created stars and life far reaching which resulted in some commonalities across existence. He wandered dancing and laughing and never lingering long once life took hold. He met gods and demons and spirits and creatures defying explanation making friends and enemies in turn. With each new discovery he sent back lively retellings back to his siblings.

Millennia into his wanderings, he paused on a lone planetoid far from home. His dancing ceased long enough to feel the grief of separation from his siblings and dozing creator. He was inspired to try and create a race made of those aspects he missed most from his siblings.

Solus’s desire for creation.

Liege’s cleverness with words.

Prima’s insistence on perfection.

Megatronus’s pride.

Alchemist’s unrelenting curiosity.

Vector’s penchant for cool headed observation.

Onyx’s appreciation for the changing nature of the world.

Nexus’s desire to share with others.

Micronus’s creativity.

Mortilus’s patience.

Adaptus’s ability for growth and change.

Epistemus’s great intellect.

He proclaimed them the greatest of his children and named them after himself, Quintessons. Quintus settled with his creations to watch them grow as he had not before and was delighted. His spark bright and filled in a way his wanderings had never inspired. He loved them well and they returned it.

Above all others he loved his First Born, into whom he poured the most of himself and his memories. But within this he also unknowingly included his Creator’s link to Unicron. Unicron felt the shifting of this newness and reached for it. The First Born, much like with her creator eagar to face anything new, reached back and Unicron poured himself into her.

The Quintessons grew and so did their desire to meet their kin. Quintus was delighted and sent word to his siblings of his children who would come from the stars. The First Born insisted they could not go empty handed and that they must bring gifts for their Creator’s relatives, so the reunion was delayed. But now Quintus’s eyes turned homewards for the first time in thousands of years.

Behind his back his First Born conspired with Unicron.

She wanted the full breadth of her Creator’s powers, not the sliver he had shared with her, so she could use it to bend her race to her will and the rest of the “lesser” creations that predated them, for she believed that they were Quintus’s ultimate creation. Unicron would help her in this, but she in turn must help him and he sent her the Great Gifts.

The Requiem Blaster, the Star Saber, and the Sky Shield were hidden among those crafted by the Quintessons and considered the greatest among them.

Quintus was delighted when he saw them and even more so when his First Born showed them they were Mini-Cons, made by the “spark of creation” he left in her and modeled after his dearest sibling Micronus.

Quintus though the most lighthearted of the Primes was no fool and eventually recognized the mark of Unicron. He sought to warn his siblings, but was captured by his First Born, most beloved of his children, whom he could not raise his hand against, and sealed away power ripped from him to serve her.

These poisoned gifts were then sent to his siblings with the tidings that fickle Quintus had been unable to stop his roving feet. The First Born saw these gifts well received and the Mini-Cons awakened and bonded with their Primes before departing with warm lying words to return in friendship.

With this the War of the Primes was set into motion as Quintus was condemned to be silent and buried, powering his child’s conquest of all those before her.

Oooo? Quintessons???

Quintud is sounding pretty cool already, neat neat

I see parallels regarding Quintus Prime and the panspermia theory

quintus oh how this idea will bite you in the aft and you couldn't have anticipated that

Oh fuck Unicron

Hmm, so the First Born has seen/felt robot satan and is scheming to overthrow not only Quintus but decimate most/all of his (and the other members of the thirteen's) creations created before the Quintessons

Oooo on them being minicons, and Quintus realizing "wait wait oh fuck"

Damnnnnn, so the First Born has/had gotten what she wants/wanted (for now/then at least)

[cq-studios]

We talked about Ven’s dream, but are there any other moments in the series that stand out to you as potential KHUX references?

Okay, so, this is gonna all be from memory — with the occasional reference to the novels (I have bookmarks lol) so take the things I say with a grain of salt…

Also it’s kind of long so, under the cut we go!

The first one that comes to mind is something exclusive to the novels but when Ven and Vanitas re-fuse in the BBS an unspecified voice says this:

Which feels very Darkness coded. The “I’m home” part especially, since it’s most likely that it was removed from him at the same time as Vani (this specifically is also why I still believe Vani and Darkness are separate entities, even if they might share a body).

It doesn’t really make sense why they’d refer to themselves in the third person like this, especially since we do have another plausible explanation.

On a different note

You cannot convince me that it was not intentional that the Dream Eater Theme is one of the only tracks in the franchise to have vocalizations (the only others I can think of would be ML Dearly Beloved and One Winged Angel? Could be forgetting some tho).

Like what kind of twisted foreshadowing is that?

And the fact that it’s so ‘childish’ too. Obviously the Dandelions weren’t that young (like not under 10 I mean) but it still drives me crazy. Just AHH.

I’m not very confident this one is intentional (I have no idea when KHUX started being planned. I doubt it was all the way back pre-2008, but who knows?) but in Days (only the game, not the cutscene movie) both Marluxia and Larxene consider recruiting Roxas in their coup.

I believe Marluxia is the first one to bring it up and I can only imagine that was because of his connection to Ven. Not really much else to say here lol

Last but certainly, nearly, tangentially on topic is the Keyblade War story Yen Sid tells Sora and Riku before their Mark of Mastery Exam.

And like, yeah, no kidding CQ, but hear me out, I think it’s how it connects to Union X that makes it interesting.

So my idea is that the story actually mixes the Keyblade War MoM presumably fought in (the one ‘when he was a boy’ he tells Luxu about) with the one that he made the Foretellers cause (the one in Chi).

Green and Bold are the former

Pink and Italics are the latter

Blue, Bold, and Italics are ones that could plausibly be both

“Long ago, in the age of fairy tales the world was filled with light — a gift, many believed, from an unseen power known as ‘Kingdom Hearts’. You see, Kingdom Hearts was protected by its counterpart, the ‘X-Blade,’ so that none could ever lay hands on its mysteries.

But in time, the world was overrun by legions who wanted the light all for themselves, and the first shadows were cast upon the land. These warriors crafted ‘Keyblades’ in the image of the original X-Blade and waged a great war over Kingdom Hearts. We call this the Keyblade War.

But though the war extinguished all light from the world, the darkness could not reach the brightness inside every child's heart.

With that light, the world was remade as we know it today, with countless smaller worlds shining like stars in the sky.

As for the real X-Blade, it did not survive the battle. The two elements that created it, one of darkness and one of light, shattered into twenty pieces — seven of light, thirteen of darkness.

And as for the source of all light — the one true Kingdom Hearts — it was swallowed by the darkness, never to be seen again. As long as it remains there, even the brightest world will have its dark corners. After all, light begets darkness, and darkness is drawn to light.

For this reason, some decided to use the Keyblade — a weapon designed to conquer the light — to defend the light instead. These were the first heroes of the Keyblade.” - Narration by Yen Sid, Dream Drop Distance Novel, Page 165

So I’m gonna go over each coloured line one by one just to clarify what I think they’re referring to.

Anything said about the X-Blade is automatically about MoM’s ‘childhood’ Keyblade War to me (Green) as we do not see it or hear any reference to it at any point in the X Saga. Not even when MoM is talking to the Foretellers. Hell, I’m not even sure it’s ever mentioned in Dark Road.

The mythos could just be made up. But the X-blade is real and does summon Kingdom Hearts (a real or a fake one is yet to be decided). But also if this was a MoM Keyblade War thing, and he never told anyone about it, how would the rest of Keyblade society know? Maybe at some unseen point during MoM and Xehanort’s meeting he was told. I’m not sure. It’s a little rocky but I’m using what we have to go off of

And I am pretty sure that the X-Blade would be a thing MoM was exposed to considering it’s status as the thing all Keyblades are based on.

For a comment on the first few blue lines. I personally believe this is true for both wars, but that the wording leans a bit more into the Chi war.

The pink lines afterwards are obviously referring to the Dandelions and restoration of worlds

The next blue line…

So, we have no heccin’ clue which Kingdom Hearts is real. Like, is it yellow? Is it blue? Is it the god damn door from KH1? (It’s not the door from KH1. The door from KH1 is the Kingdom Hearts of Worlds and not the one we’re talking about lol) Not even some people working on the games are entirely sure according to one interview lol

And because of that I cannot tell you during which war the true Kingdom Hearts disappeared.

Most people, including myself initially, would assume it was in the war we see in Chi, and, honestly, I don’t think they’re in the wrong for thinking that. I think that’s what we’re supposed to think. But Yen Sid says that “the one true Kingdom Hearts” was “never to be seen again” and all instances of Kingdom Hearts appearing (both colours I mean) have shown up on at least 2 occasions.

In Fragmentary Passage (I think???) there’s a cutscene of Luxu watching the (Chi) war and the Kingdom Hearts shown there is blue. The same blue as in BBS. In KH3 its yellow the same colour as the confirmed fake Kingdom Hearts shown in Days.

If either of those Kingdom Hearts were real then they both would’ve very much shown up again by the time Yen Sid is speaking to them.

The last pink line is most likely referring to MoM taking on the Foretellers as his apprentices and them forming the Unions.

See I spent all that time explaining my thoughts about that Keyblade War legended and now I look at them so unconfidently… but it took so long to write it all out I’m gonna keep it in anyways lol

Anywho, that’s all folks.

Feel free to either add on to my points or tear them to shreds, if you’d like. I love a discussion. And prefer to be corrected if I get something wrong.

[lilisette]

played through elgacia twice now and man. tien. 

WHY IS HE SO TALL??

that aside. have some general headcanons about him cause god is he plauging my mind atm. spoiler alert for elgacia! 

Pre Elgacia

having raised ninaveh, beatrice, azakiel and diogenes since they were children, he knows a lot about them. from their habits and speech patterns, to their dreams and greatest fears.

he’s that awkward father figure that doesn’t know how to handle them sometimes (unlike lauriel who’s the better parent) but tries his best to care for his wards.

although he has trouble expressing affection for them sometimes, he tries with gifts and companionship.

while he loves all four of his hellions equally (theyre rascals when theyre younger i JUST KNOW IT), diogenes was his favorite.

diogenes’ disappearance and subsequent announcement of his death hit everyone hard, but it hit him the most.

tien and azakiel holding each other, azakiel crying his heart out for his childhood friend while tien is silent, tears welling his eyes as he hugged him.

tien getting insanely protective of azakiel afterwards, checking up on him often, sharing meals with him every day and so on. tien was worried that azakiel would feel lonely since all his childhood friends were gone. he never makes any mention of it to azakiel or lauriel but he was worried that his already fragmented family would crack even further.

he remembers watching beatrice walking the lonely path towards trixion, wanting to follow her, and he almost did when she looked back midway, looking upset and terrified of the future ahead of her.

when ninaveh proclaimed that she will go against the edict and descend down to the surface to help luterra, he had flashbacks of that moment when beatrice walked away.

she’s going somewhere he cannot reach, cannot follow. and he cannot stop her because he knows her, she will not take no for an answer, and that her love was so great that she was willing to endanger herself to protect people that she had never met. 

“if we do not help them, we do not deserve the name ‘the first light’” she proclaimed before turning to leave with luterra. 

he supposes that’s why she’s the most beloved by the light. 

and when she does not appear when kadan came back to elgacia post war, he dreaded for the worst.

he sighed in relief when kadan told him that she is alive. he tried to pry more out of kadan about ninaveh but his efforts were in vain as kadan was gone as soon he appeared and he’s a tricky man to find.

tien hoped that ninaveh was happy on the surface and was actually glad she was there instead of being in elgacia. he missed her dearly yes but he knows she would be happier there, not being burdened by the fate theyre constantly reminded of while in elgacia.

when ninaveh returned 500 years later, he was relieved to see her alive and well, but also worried because what prompted her to return suddenly? 

that was when he first laid eyes on the person lauriel was talking about, the chosen one. and he instantly understood. 

Post Elgacia - Canon

never had tien thought that he would lose his oldest friend and companion, but the empty seat beside him during a meeting of the swords solidified the fact 

he was not only disappointed at himself for not interfering, he was also disappointed that he never truly knew how much pain and suffering his oldest friend was going through before all of this happened

he considered leaving ereonnor for mount phylantos, guarding the place for eternity as penance but the moment he saw how lost azakiel and ninaveh looked while they were talking about the events that transpired, he cannot bring himself to leave.

he had to be strong and stay. not just for the lazeniths, but also for what’s left of his family. 

when they told him of what truly happened to diogenes.... it felt like losing him all over again. 

centuries of pure suffering and agony, waiting for ninaveh and the chosen one to relieve him of his pain. he scolded himself for not looking into it further. he could’ve saved him but because of his incompetence, he turned a blind eye towards the situation and left diogenes to suffer in silence.

that night they mourned for what they’ve lost together. laughed at the silly things theyve done in the past, and cried over what could’ve been. 

Post Elgacia - Divergence

(because i cannot take diogenes dying so have a version where he survives)

having seen what will happen to his family, lauriel gave the chosen one not one, but two superior healing spells to use 

the chosen one using one to save diogenes before he disappears with the light, and ninaveh forcing him into a healing sleep afterwards, letting him rest in his family home 

paros fretting over his comatose son, but ultimately elated that he’s alive. he takes care of diogenes as ninaveh, azakiel and the chosen one leaves to figure out what went behind the scenes

diogenes waking a few days after, wonderous that he’s alive and immediately getting up to follow his childhood friends, only to be stopped by his father

him listening to paros reluctantly, he had already cheated certain death, no need to take even more chances and ruin what will happen next for ninaveh and her companion

post kayangel and the meeting of the swords, azakiel and ninaveh telling tien that they have someone he should meet

“diogenes...?” “hello tien-” tien pulling diogenes into a tight hug, only letting him go when his ward lets go of him and says he wishes to explain what happened to him

nothing could undo the centuries of pain diogenes had been through waiting for ninaveh and her companion, but theyre both glad that hes alive

them wanting to thank the chosen one for saving diogenes, but the chosen one said that they should thank lauriel instead, because it was he who gave the chosen one the spell needed to save diogenes. 

that leaves a bittersweet taste in their mouths. even though what lauriel did was wrong, he always had their interests and wellbeing at heart, never wanting them to perish. 

even in face of certain death, lauriel still loved them with his entire being. 

this started as a random headcanon post but well... look where this got me. and MAN. LAURIEL. i have so much to say about him it HURTS. his character is so complex and i love him

ill do a random hc/relationship hc for tien later! 

[grimacingheron]

Written using a prompt from one of @remvictory 's incorrect SDV quotes posts.

"Y/N: Why does everyone want to kill Harvey?

Shane: Because, goddamnit, have you seen him? His neck looks so snappable."

I made Y/N the farmer character I use for all of these and might've gotten off-track-ish, but I had fun.

This was also nice to use as a way to express unpleasant thoughts that you might just need to think out to get 'em to go away. They aren't bad. You're just curious. Don't fear your thoughts. :)

Shane is sitting in the waiting area practically glaring holes in the side of Harvey's face. He got here close to an hour ago, now and has done nothing, but stare. Harvey greeted him when he came in and Shane said hello back before he sat down. He isn't here for any sort of service, as the doctor has already asked(multiple times).

He's simply here to stare. It's quiet in the clinic and he will make the most of it. Which leads him to now.

During this one-sided staring contest, Shane's been thinking. A dangerous thing, some would consider it. Most of his thoughts are centered around the doctor himself and his practice. His thought process was more normal an hour ago, questions like: where'd he get his license? What's the worst thing he's treated? The weirdest thing? Who comes in for treatment the most often?

That last question he's able to immediately answer himself. 'The farmer, clearly. Even the Adventurer's Guild doesn't come in with as many scrapes and ailments as Hero.'

But, from the topic of Hero, he started thinking about bones. Does Harvey know how to set a bone? Probably. How often does he see a broken bone? Because of Hero, more than he used to. Has he ever broken a bone? Hard to imagine.

How much force does it take to break a bone?

Could Shane break someone's bones?

Could he break Harvey's bones?

Harvey has a very snappable looking neck.

Shane startles in his seat, head checking his surroundings as if someone could've heard his thoughts. To his immediate relief, it's still just him and the doctor in the clinic. His brows pull together.

It is such an odd-creepy- thought. He didn't mean to think of something so...disturbing.

The sound of the clinic's door chime cuts through the undeclared silence. 'Think of the farmer and they shall appear.' Hero walks into the waiting room with a smile on their face and each hand expertly juggling damagable gifts.

"Harvey, dear!" The doctor rises so abruptly from where he was crouched behind that counter that Shane swears he heard his spine crack. 'Is that what his neck would sound li-'

Clearly, the attention gets directed to him when he shakes his head only to look up and hear Hero gasp.

"Shane my beloved! So, this is where you've been." One of the farmer's hands is now freed; the jar of pickles now less-safely in Harvey's flusteredly unsteady hands. Their other item is a warm plate of pepper poppers. He can already taste the spiciness of the home-grown peppers. Feel their crunch through the cling film.

How similar is this crunch to a bone-

He audibly groans. Hero quickly takes a seat next to him.

"Do you not like the peppers?" They sound apologetic. How awful. "I can get you something else."

Shane set the plate on his lap and waves them off, "No, no. These are fine. Great. They're great," his following sigh is also great, "I'm just having, uh, unpleasant thoughts?"

Hero angles toward him and as if Harvey can sense the tone shift, turns his back to them and hums to himself, distracted, "What kind of thoughts, dear?"

Now, he's worried them. That's so much worse.

"Nothing like what your thinking, honest!" He taps his fingers on the side of the plate. With a glance, he sees Harvey's still distracting himself to give them some privacy and he knows Hero's one of the only people, if not the only person he's willing to talk to about things as personal as this.

Shane decides to share, but only after a put-upon sigh, "Goddamnit, okay, look," he quickly, and discreetly, points at the oblivious doctor, "look at him. His neck just looks so snappable."

The look of relief on the farmer's face is so swiftly replaced with laughable confusion.

"What?" They spare the counter a look, Harvey's back still to them, but he's looking a bit up at a shelf and his neck is on perfect display framed between his stark white collar and his dark hair, "Why does everyone want to kill Harvey?" Hero whispers, almost to themself.

The laughable confusion's now on his face.

"What'd'you mean 'everyone?'"

Hero shuts their mouth and shakes their head, refusing to answer and break the confidence of whoever else confided in them.

"Hero, what do you mean?"

Elsewhere, Sebastian sneezes.