#Asch X Reader

[kayla-kloudz]

leif x nail tech girl? fluff or headcanons???

Leif x Nail Tech!Reader Headcanons

• Leif had no idea what a “nail tech” even was at first. "Nail... tech..?"

• When he sees you working on someone’s nails for the first time, he's stunned.

• “Wait... you're painting those? Like... for fun?”

• He pretends to be uninterested when you offer to do his nails, but five minutes later he’s sitting across from you like, “Okay but do something cool. Like blood. Or skulls. Or a tiny dagger!”

• He’s your most dramatic client. Wriggles too much, gasps at the curing lamp, and yells “IS THAT POSION” every time you use acetone.

• But still shows up every two weeks.

• 2 weeks becomes every week becomes twice a week until eventually he's there every day

• "Leif your nails don't have to be done daily" "I know"

• fascinated with your art like a puppy learning it has a tail

• He secretly loves having his nails done. It makes him feel both fierce and pampered. • His favorites are green chrome or black matte with glow-in-the-dark tips. He calls them his “kill nails.”

• If someone dares insult your work or disrespect you, Leif is ready to throw hands. No one talks down to his favorite nail artist.

• He’s terrifyingly protective.

• When you’re tired after work, he’ll wordlessly grab your hands and rub your wrists.

• You once made him custom nail art with tiny little runes and he didn’t stop showing them off for two weeks.

• “Look at these. My girl literally casted spells on my fingers.”

• Leif brags about you constantly, even when it's completely unrelated: “Oh, you’re a warrior? That’s cool. My girlfriend can draw a perfect skull on a pinky nail without flinching.”

• He loves when you experiment on him—holographics, jelly polish, themed sets. The more dramatic, the better. One time you did a set inspired by his eyes, and he got so flustered he couldn’t look at you straight.

• He says he doesn’t “do romance,” but shows up at your studio late at night with snacks, ready to clean your station while you vent about nightmare clients.

• He will 100% fight rude clients on your behalf.

[brights-place]

Hi! It’s me again :3

If request are still open can I request another part of that My inner demons but Nsfw/ smut hc’s.

I love angst with all my heart but fluff and Nsfw are close second. And I may have become obsessed when reading it 👁️

[My Inner demons ] Daemos x Reader (seperate)

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT, MINORS DO NTO INTERACT

A/N: Sorry for being late to write this anyways! funfact about me I'm a person who is obssessed with zoology and fantasy... so I wanted to add courting rituals from creatures and connect them to the daemos guys TEEHEE. I’d also like to state if you are a minor and continue reading and Im getting blamed for it I am NOT your babysitter I cannot control what you do

Summary: My inner demons but Nsfw/ smut hc’s and small scenes ideas Plus your lovely writer to rambling

A General headcannon I have is that well daemos are kinda like faes. Faery marriage is about unity of consciousnesses into one being. Full of romance and adventure and passionate love. So obviously they'd do the normal courting before you guys ya know Here's the thing though they are freaky they only thought it was to create heirs but here you were showing them you could do it without having to do procreation and they LOVE it DAEMOS MEN ARE FREAK IN THE SHEETS

Asch Smut Headcannons

- Your not royalty you aren't suppose to be with a prince but god how addicted he is to you - royal or not he loves you even if he's shit at talking to you - It's already known if you TOUCH their horns they all get defensive plus you shouldn't touch your partners horns in public... So UHM IMAGINE THAT

- Literally Is trying to understand how to ya know make you feel nice cause all he know is that it's for procreation and to create a heir - But the way you told him it isn't needed for procreation - he was happy to know you'd show him how to do it but still had his scowl - The moment he tried out he was trying not to show his flustered face as he was heaving -  Asch is favorite part on your body is either your ass or your thighs - He likes being able to grope it and hold your shaking thighs during sex - He whimpers like he’ll bury his face in your neck while holding you in a mating press and whimpers in your ear - Does his best to keep it down when needed absently compliments your body as if talking to himself - Oh how he loves when your back laid into his chest as he shoves his fingers into your cunt panting into your neck - Loves when at times you push your fingers into his fisting his cock as you stretched him so well

Rhys Smut Headcannons

- Would you believe me if he's good with his fingers? because he IS - Rhys is a softer dom meaning he is sometimes rough and controlling but he won't hurt you or degrade you... though he does enjoy having power over you - He likes leaving hickeys on less visible spots like your inner thighs, breasts and stomach - He loves your stomach for some reason he enjoys it so much how he can feel himself and see himself inside you - Whenever Rhys sees your body covered in hickeys and love bites while you two are together to study do experiments etc. Rhys would instantly get turned on - He doesn't really have a type but people who are bigger or chubbier and shorter than him interest him more than others but everybody is shorter to daemos - This man when he he's busy would have you on his lap or his thigh riding him/dry humping him

- His favorite position is doggy style obviously though sometimes he loves seeing you sprawled out below him with your tongue out and eyes rolled back in pleasure as he hits that spot inside you every time he thrusts his hips - Would be surprised if you touch his horns when you two are kissing and making out - He doesn't like being sloppy or messy but holy shit when he's stressed you'll be in heaven and also hell because you aren't going to feel anything anymore

Pierce Smut Headcannons

- You like hair pulling? You got it. You like spanking? You also got it. Like choking? Guess what, you got it. He likes being rough but at the same time he's worried he'll hurt you - He likes fucking you doggy style, and choking you from behind the noises you make when he does it drives him wild for some reason - Though he tries not to hurt you...much - man doesn't moan he grunts and if he is close to making a noise he'd bite into your neck -  He enjoys bondage the first time he tried it with you he was quick to use his sord but explained it all to him and was awkward to try it out but gave a small thumbs but

- He is awkward at first but he enjoys how you both seem to find comfort in doing this together trysting eachother though his nails did dig deep into your hips - When he tried it on you enjoyed seeing you in it especially when their tied around your chest the way it makes them stand out more with red rope - WHEN YOU PUT IT ON HIM HE WAS CONFUSED but how he saw you were drooling at how his chest was popping and breaking the rope scared you but heyyyyy you guys now have to make sure to get stronger ones... he may or may not flexed when you asked if he still can move slighty and uhm the rope snapped loudly gave you whiplash - He's big... Very big... - Grip his horns and use them as you wish he’d wince in pleasure

- Of course after care is head pats and small kisses though he is concerned if he hurt you but at the same time he enjoyed how you were sniffling still as he watched your thighs have something drip between them as you panted - of COURSE he doesn't admit nor talk about it but he is majorly into size kink, he keeps thinking about manhandling you with his larger frame as he makes you go up and down on his cock

Leif Smut Headcannons

- He likes to bite, and because of his pointed teeth he will normally leave marks. They heal very quickly but he likes the look of them peppered across your skin. - Leafs favourite position is cowgirl you showed him what it was and he enjoyed the fact of you riding him - Leif drools at how your walls clench and unclench around him - Blood play is a thing for him - He likes seeing the pleasure of your face as you slide down onto him, the first experimental thrust and the moment you feel your orgasm claim you. - He likes to watch you touching yourself, especially from the shadows such a sweet assassin that seems to.. enjoy the way you look and react until you see him - He bites down on your roughly more when you touch his horns when you need to grab on something as he curses in his native tongue - You find out the leif is abit more... possessive during sex if he hasn’t killed anything in awhile bloodlust is soemthing he enjoys - His appetite for blood is huge but heres a thing he loves biting yes flashing his shark like teeth but his favourite part to bite is your tummy whether you're chubby or not he loves how soft it is, how soft you are in general. - Which means he also loves your thighs often laying his head on your thighs or stomach THIS INCLUDES EATING YOU OUT/SUCKING YOU OFF - Man will enjoy overstimulating you leaving marks and grinning like a maniac - Aftercare? whats that when you tell him he grumbled and cuddles you before he goes take care of you in the human way - when he's lazy though? nah just use magic though he enjoys when you kiss his cheek after and his horns too right after which makes him grin again... yeah no your fucked

Noi Smut headcannons

- "Noi is submissive noi is sweet" YEAH SURE BUT AT THE SAME TIME NAH I BET YOU THAT HE'D PAMPER YOU BEFORE AND ASK IF IT'S ALRIGHT BUT RIGHT AFTER HE GETS SO INTO IT THAT YOUR IN BLISS - I don't care if everyone babies him yes he's a good and complex character but OH SHIT HOW HE DOES EVERYTHING CORRECTLY - He'd be stiff at first not getting how to do human courting - Once he gets the hand of it he's kissing you pampering you and teasing your entrance with two of his slender fingers.  - He would finger fuck you slow and would grin at how your face shifts, and when you start making noises he would speed up - Loves how your eyes roll back and drooling Fav position that you showed him? well he loved missionary it's basic but thats the one he learnt first

- He would grab both your legs over his shoulders to start with while he looks at your fucked up face - Fav body parts is probs your man tits/boobs - The fact that they fit just right inside his hands is just perfect to him

- Aftercare he'd do it properly and smile at you happily thanking you for accepting his courting and being with him

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[asrielarchive]

Okay speaking of scars and reader insert headcanons um. I'm making this a general ask so that I don't show bias but also because maybe there are other enjoyers who are too shy to ask so I'm going to see if I can get that ball rolling but ALSO no pressure to do this or answer at all, and i know you're working on other things so please take your time and don't feel pressured okay onto the question so-

Ahem. Uh. Daemos reactions to having their scars admired and potentially touched/kissed maybe if they're comfortable with that? And also if you're comfortable with writing that no pressure though-

Of course <3 Let me write those up for you!

Asch 🔥

Asch doesn’t understand, and finds it stupid, but begrudgingly lets you, because a caress means you love him, right? He’d probably mumble something about how he would’ve totally defeated Rhal if he wasn’t older and had authority. After a minute, he quietly murmurs a “Thank you..”

Rhys 🌊

“Well.. I uh.. I wasn’t the best at magic yet, I’m not sure why you’d care for my mistakes so much.”

Rhys would explain the ins and outs of every scar, but despite his rambling, he’s just trying to hide how enamored he is with you. Humans truly will find beauty in everything, won’t they? He’s embarrassed, and a bit guilty for how little he initially thought of you, but he truly finds it amazing.

Pierce 🩵

“…Yes.”

He would slip off his drape, and miiggght slightly lean towards you as you kissed him. Caressing injuries is a strange tradition, but a part of him can’t help but want it. Somehow it took away from the pain of when it happened to him.

“You are kind.”

Afterwards, whenever he notices you harmed in the slightest way you KNOW he’s running up to kiss you lightly, to help in whatever way he could.

Noi 🐈

“Really?!? You- you think so?”

Noi is blushing and stammering like crazy, everytime asking you if you really mean it. He gives you a caress back, because he’s happy to be included. You two would probably end up asleep in a pile soon afterwards.

Leif 🌿

“Hah, yeah, that one was a doozy.”

Leif would brag about his scars, I have no doubt. He’d still be shocked about you loving them, but he loves that. You’re his favorite human, only you could see so much good in a daemos like him.

[summ3rg4l]

Hello everyone I’m back (again) and I need some requests so that I can get better at writing so yeah 👍 you can look at my request page that’s pinned on my profile

Some shows that I do requests for aren’t on there so you can still ask

[eepyartz]

So, I made Oc’s based off of this request I made to @brights-place

Meet (In Order) Tori(Asch), Rai(Pierce), Lloyd(Rhys), & Dori

Appearance and scars based off each of the three boys from the request. But, Dori was one I added for Leif like just now cause why not, to make it more angsty he’s dead but he can make himself visible to the point where you can physically touch him and see him.

I imagined them as triplets in a way (or Quadruplets), Instead of imagining them as the same person I made em very different. And for Dori his timeline is being since they basically left their home, he probably died in the crossfire so they took him with them so, they could bury him properly. They keep a picture of him in there room as a memento, I feel like Dori would appear at night cause he became a little mischievous so you can assume he probably likes scaring any humans in the halls. But he also resides near ava like the others.

And also for fun I thought of like animal based traits or habits each would have

Tori-Cat

Rai-Snake

Lloyd-Cat/ Lizard (To camouflage)

Dori-Husky/Golden Retriever

Soo byeee

[heliosrisingheroesimagines]

Would you be willing to do the Venus Signs for the Yellow West too? I loved reading the previous headcanons so much! - from a fellow astrology geek 💖💫

(Me not doing this for the groups with my top 2 fave characters..... for shame

For Junior's I imagined him a little older and little more mature, when he'd be more invested in romance than as a baby like he is in canon rn lmao)

WEST SECTOR VENUS SIGNS

Dino Albani:

Pisces Venus. Dino has always been a highly intuitive person, not to mention emotionally intelligent, so it’s only natural that the connection you felt with him was almost instantaneous. He’s a partner who wants to have fun, finding creative ways to bond and experience life together. You’ll never experience a love more unconditional than the one Dino displayed for you, though his Aries sun makes him rather direct so don’t think he’ll allow you to run from any problems you might have.

Faith Beams:

Aries Venus. Faith is someone who needs that excitement, that thrill, a real challenge since people throw themselves at him with reckless abandon. He wants a person who can keep him on his toes but isn’t annoying about it, still displaying an interest but making it known they won’t let him give them anything less than the world. He naturally takes the lead but it always sparked his interest when you decided to take the reins, trusting you not to lead you both to your demise.

Keith Max:

Scorpio Venus. On the surface, Keith doesn’t seem to fulfill the ‘Scorpio Venus’ stereotype of ‘obsessive’ or pro-active but he’s a person who loves deeply. He wants to know you intimately and that includes knowing the negative parts of you, the ones you’d be embarrassed or horrified for others to see. His vices are on display for all to see, which he hated, but it didn’t quite feel right if he didn’t know what your weaknesses were too. Ultimately, he wanted to know and love the real you, which meant having to dig a little deeper as frustrating as those conversations may be.

Leonard Wright Jr:

Taurus Venus. Ever the hard worker, Junior is motivated to work twice as hard to provide you a life that you deserve. Loyalty was a serious thing to him, and there’s no one else that would catch his eye after he determined you were the one for him. He doesn’t get people who cheat or those who have a partner yet still flirt with others, because he felt no inclination from the moment he set his heart on you. You find that he’s a true romantic, always trying his hardest to set up nice dates for you to be alone together (and he even wrote a song for you once, but he’s too embarrassed to bring that up later in your relationship).

EAST SECTOR VENUS SIGNS

Asch Albright:

Leo Venus. Asch is a man whose lived in luxury his entire life, so it’s only natural he wants to give his partner the same life he had. He will not let you accept anything less than extravagant and he will complain if you try to make him tone it down, wondering if you just don't know what it's like to be loved by someone like him. He liked when you looked good together and would be even happier if you were considered a power couple, thinking the name fit you both perfectly.

Billy Wise:

Gemini Venus. You’re in for a ride with Billy, if you couldn’t tell from what you know of his personality already, but you’ll never have a dull time. He can run hot and cold but not because his feelings for you fluctuate, but because committing wholeheartedly to a person makes him nervous. Giving your heart away is a big deal, and making friends was far different than falling in love, though the pain of losing that might be equal in his mind. You’ll have to earn his friendship first and even then it might take time, but Billy’s constant flirting and allowing you to get closer to him than he’s ever let someone get before.  

Gray Reverse:

Cancer Venus. Gray needs some security and affirmations, even with his confident (very slowly) building up; he needs to know he’s not a burden on you, that his faults aren’t deal-breakers, and that you’ll love him despite the great amount of patience it requires to be with him. He’s naturally thoughtful and intuitive, knowing what you need before you even know, and there’s a part of you that wanted to tease him on what an expert boyfriend he was. He truly loves you unconditionally, to the point it’s almost worship, which can throw others off but you know better than to take advantage of your loving boyfriend.

Jay Kidman:

Sagittarius Venus. It goes without saying that Jay was a difficult man to pin down, something that might be odd for a man who had a wife at one point, but he admitted to being swept up in the adventure of it all when he was young. He tries to take romance a little more seriously now which is why he doesn’t ‘commit’ to long-term arrangements often, a man who fully enjoyed his singleness as he focused on being a hero. He’s someone who needs the space to be who he is but once you show you not only support him but seek out a life and adventure of your own, he’s more than happy to change what could’ve been a temporary connection into something more permanent.

[desigal-26]

ME AGAIN (the bengali req) you cooked so good with that one, may i perchance request another❓🙈🥴 bengali reader(maybe soem bangladeshi traits as well) and any driver of your choice or maybe multiple like you did before, where they hear reader talk in bangla and their reaction to it basically ORRRRR them meeting reader's family for the first time mAYHAPS🙏🏼 ily gurl youre the best😽 feel free to make any changes and take your timeeeee

There was something technically wrong because of which I couldn’t respond to your other response. But here’s what i had written (I edited the response e accordingly 😅):

Glad you liked the post, I was actually quite scared because it was my first F1 request. Be as annoying and as dramatic and as Bengali core as you want, you are always welcomed with open arms, rosogulla and mishti doi 🤭. Also, you’re my first emoji anon 🥺

I love love love this ideaaaaa. Also, I added tinges of Saraswati Pujo and Dugga Pujo elements to it because I am honestly missing the Pujo time already 😭, and a bit more Bengali to the scenes more than the last one.

Also, I wrote the Dugga Pujo according to 2025 calender that is 28 Sept. to 2 Oct.

Mishti Doi and Mishti Language

Formula One Drivers x Bengali!Reader

Includes: Carlos Sainz • Oscar Piastri • Charles Leclerc • Lando Norris • Lewis Hamilton • Max Verstappen

Warnings: All fluff. I got a bit emotionally charged for Oscar’s and Lewis’s part explicitly states that Reader is a lawyer (just a little gift for myself). Nothing else.

55. Carlos Sainz

Carlos was not prepared for this.

And he had trained for Monaco in the rain, survived Singapore humidity, and sat through more Ferrari strategy meetings than he cared to count — but this?

This Navami madness?

This was on another level.

“Mi amor,” (my love) he called out over the sound of drums — dhak, she’d told him — “are you sure this isn’t a full-blown wedding?”

The sheer number of people crammed into the Kolkata pandal, all dressed to the nines, should’ve been overwhelming. And yet, she looked like she belonged there — no trace of her usual quietness or introverted shyness. It was like the moment she stepped out of the cab in her red-and-white cotton saree and alta-adorned feet, something in her switched on.

She was glowing. Literally and figuratively.

Her eyes sparkled with childlike excitement, hands gripping his wrist as she dragged him through the crowd. “Come on! They’ll start the pushpanjali in ten minutes— if we’re late, Ma won’t forgive us.”

Carlos blinked. “Ma?”

“Dugga,” she said over her shoulder, her bangles clinking, gold jhumkas swaying with each step. “The goddess. My actual boss.”

Carlos wanted to laugh, but he couldn’t.

Because he’d never seen her like this before — fully alive. No filter. No hesitation. She was speaking fast, switching between English and Bengali, greeting strangers like old friends, directing him with one hand and holding her saree pleats with the other.

He could barely keep up — and he was a Formula 1 driver.

They reached the inner sanctum of the pandal, and suddenly she stopped short, frowning at a group of teenage boys blocking the way.

And then he heard her speak Bengali for the first time. Properly. Fully.

“Ae, dushtu chelegulon, soro ekhan theke! Dekhte pacho na dada asche?” (Hey, naughty boys, move from here! Can’t you see he is coming?)

Carlos blinked, and then laughed in disbelief. “Did you just threaten a bunch of kids for me?”

“They were in my way,” she said innocently, dragging him to the front with practiced ease. “And you were about to get trampled by that lady with the big tray of flowers.”

He was about to respond when the priest began chanting, and she turned to him quickly. “Fold your hands. Close your eyes. Just follow me, okay?”

And he did.

Standing beside her, surrounded by incense smoke and a sea of murmured prayers, Carlos folded his hands like she’d shown him. He peeked once — she had her eyes closed, lips moving quietly in a language he still couldn’t understand, but suddenly wanted to learn.

She looked… not just beautiful, but sacred.

After the pushpanjali, as the crowd shuffled out for prasad, she leaned in with a grin and whispered, “You did good.”

Carlos smirked. “You were yelling at people. In Bengali.”

“Only a little.”

“You’ve never spoken it around me before.”

She shrugged, cheeks flushing a little. “I don’t know… I guess I just keep my worlds separate sometimes.”

Carlos reached out, brushing some vermillion dust off her nose. “Well, I like this world. Especially when you yell at people to make room for me.”

She laughed, tilting her head. “Want to try saying something?” He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Only if it’ll get me extra sweets.”

She rolled her eyes, but he saw the smile pulling at her lips.

“Say Shubho Navami, cariño. That’s all.”

“Shu…bo? Nava-mi?”

She giggled, correcting his accent with a nudge. “Close enough. Come on, let’s get luchi.”

As they walked hand-in-hand toward the food stalls, a couple of aunties leaned over to whisper, loud enough for Carlos to hear:

“Ei meyeta toh jackpot peyeche! Bideshi chele, kintu aato bhodro!” (This girl hit the jackpot! A foreigner, but what a gentleman!)

Carlos leaned closer. “Did she say something about me?”

She smirked. “Maybe.”

He tugged her in. “Tell me.”

She grinned, resting her head briefly on his shoulder. “Later. First, luchi.”

81. Oscar Piastri

Oscar didn’t really understand what “Sindoor Khela” meant.

He’d read about it — a ritual where married women bid farewell to Durga by smearing each other with vermillion, like one last burst of red before the goddess returned to her celestial home. But she hadn’t explained much. Just told him it was Dashami, the final day, and asked quietly if he’d go with her to the little makeshift pandal at the Bengali community centre in Melbourne.

He had said yes instantly.

Mostly because she’d looked like she might cry if he didn’t.

Now, standing barefoot in a small hall scented with incense and flowers, watching her walk slowly toward the idol of Dugga — he felt like he was witnessing something sacred. Not religious, not even ceremonial — just… personal.

She looked beautiful.

Not the Instagram kind. The real kind.

A white saree with red borders, the laal paar, her hair pulled into a bun with a few strands already escaping from the coastal wind. No jewelry except for little gold jhumkas he’d seen her wear once before. And her hands — her fingers — were stained red from the small bowl of sindoor she held in one palm.

But what made him freeze was her voice.

She was talking softly to an elderly woman — one of the aunties who had welcomed her with a kiss to the forehead and an emotional “Tor maer motoi dekhte lagchis re!” (You look just like your mother!)

And then she replied. For the first time. In Bengali.

“Maer shonge ekhono video call e kotha hoye ni. Bujhte parchhi na, bhishon kharap lagchhe.” (I haven’t even spoken to Ma yet on video call. I don’t know, I just feel really off today.)

Oscar didn’t understand the words. But he heard the weight.

Something about the way she said “Ma” made his throat tighten.

He watched from the edge as she touched the idol’s feet gently with her fingertips, then her forehead — lips moving in silent prayer. And then she stood, took a deep breath, and smiled softly at the aunty who dipped her fingers into the sindoor bowl and touched the bright red powder to her parting.

The moment the vermillion met her skin, something broke open in her — and Oscar saw it.

She laughed suddenly, through tears.

A laugh that trembled, like it had been waiting days to come out.

Oscar had seen her quiet. Introverted. Bookish. He’d seen her eyes light up during late-night coding sessions, and her hands fly when she was passionately describing a recipe from home.

But this?

This was her in full bloom.

Red, glowing, rooted.

When she finally turned and saw him watching, her cheeks already streaked with red and her fingers covered in vermillion, she looked momentarily sheepish. “Sorry,” she murmured. “I forgot you were waiting.”

Oscar shook his head, smiling gently. “Don’t apologize. I think I just… saw a whole new side of you.”

She tilted her head. “Is that a good thing?”

He stepped closer, brushing his knuckle over the corner of her cheek where a smear of red lingered. “It’s beautiful,” he said honestly. “I didn’t understand what you were saying. But… you looked like you were home.”

Her smile faltered, just for a second. “I’m not,” she whispered. “But this… helps.”

Oscar leaned in, resting his forehead lightly against hers. “Then we’ll make this feel like home next year, too. And the one after that.”

She closed her eyes. “You’d come again?”

“Only if I get smeared with red too,” he teased.

She grinned, eyes sparkling. “That can be arranged.”

Before he could respond, one of the aunties yelled from behind her, “Ei meyeta! Bideshi chele ke sindoor lagabi na?” (Hey girl! Won’t you put sindoor on your foreign boyfriend?)

Oscar blinked. “Did she say what I think she said?”

She burst into laughter. “Yup. You’re not leaving here clean.”

And before he could protest, she dipped her fingers into the bowl, and with playful, reverent care — smeared a red streak across his cheekbone.

“Now,” she said, laughing, “you’re officially part of Dashami.”

Oscar kissed her temple softly. “And you’re officially part of my everything.”

16. Charles Leclerc

Charles wasn’t supposed to be awake yet.

It was a rare quiet morning in Monaco. No meetings, no simulator work, no training session breathing down his neck — and yet he’d stirred awake at the soft rustling sounds coming from the living room. At first, he thought it might just be her moving around. But then… he heard something.

Words. Rhythmic, melodic. Nothing he could understand.

Not French. Not English. Definitely not Italian.

Bengali.

Charles padded out into the living room, still shirtless, hair a chaotic mess of bed curls, and leaned against the doorframe.

There she was. Sitting cross-legged on a floor cushion, phone pressed to her ear, speaking softly but animatedly, her words flowing like a song he didn’t know the lyrics to but still wanted to hum along to.

He didn’t say a word. Just… watched.

She was dressed in a soft yellow cotton saree — traditional, but still so distinctly her. The pleats were slightly uneven, probably draped in a rush, and her hair was pinned half-up with marigold clips she’d picked up from an Indian store weeks ago. Her bare feet rested on a towel, and in front of her sat a tiny bowl of alta — the deep red liquid glinting like liquid rubies.

The moment made his heart feel still. Reverent. Almost holy.

He didn’t even breathe too loudly, afraid of breaking the spell.

“He, maa, ami pore khichuri banao,” (yes, maa, I will make khichuri later) A pause. Then she rolled her eyes fondly. “Na, Charles khe nebe. Orr toh bhalo lage.” (No, Charles will eat. He likes it)

He smiled.

She hadn’t noticed him yet, too focused on her call. Gently, with a practiced ease, she began applying the alta — slowly brushing the red onto the curves of her feet with steady fingers, biting her lip to get the shape right.

Charles had never seen anything like it. Not in Monte Carlo. Not on race tracks or podiums or in the glow of champagne showers.

There was something sacred about her like this.

Effortless. Rooted. Beautiful in a way he didn’t fully understand — but wanted to.

Eventually, she looked up — mid-sentence — and froze.

Her voice caught in her throat. “M—oh, Charles,” she said quickly into the phone, “wait, I’ll call you back.”

She hung up in a flustered rush, eyebrows raised. “You’re up?”

He nodded slowly. “I… yeah. I woke up and then I heard you. Speaking… Bengali?”

Her cheeks flushed. “Oh god. I didn’t mean to wake you, I was just— It’s Saraswati Pujo today. I usually talk to my mum and sister and do some of the rituals and…”

He kept staring, and she grew more nervous.

“What?”

Charles walked over, crouching in front of her and gently picking up her alta-stained hand, holding it between both of his like it was something precious.

“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard,” he murmured.

She blinked.

“I don’t know what you were saying,” he added with a sheepish smile. “But your voice sounded like music. Like poetry. I didn’t want you to stop.”

Her heart melted instantly. “You really liked it?”

He nodded. “I love hearing new parts of you. The ones that don’t translate.”

She softened completely, brushing a bit of alta onto his fingertip before he could protest. He looked at the red stain with fascination.

“What does this mean?” he asked.

She smiled. “Tradition. Femininity. Blessings. Some say it’s to honour the goddess. Others say it’s just…beautiful.”

He held up his stained finger with pride. “Then I’m honoured.”

She giggled, and the sound was brighter than any pujo lamp.

“I’ll teach you some words,” she offered, brushing his messy hair back.

“Only if you promise to keep speaking them,” he said, tugging her closer, “especially when you think I’m not listening.”

04. Lando Norris

Lando had seen her in a lot of colors before — but never like this. Yellow.

She was all yellow — from the soft cotton saree with a golden border to the delicate flower tucked behind her ear, to the small round bindi that sat perfectly between her brows. Not the bold red she wore during Durga Puja. This one was gentle. Thoughtful.

Saraswati Pujo, she had called it.

“The nerdy one,” she’d said with a shy grin. “For students. We pray to the goddess of knowledge, and we’re not supposed to study that day. Like… officially.”

Which, in Lando’s opinion, was the best kind of holiday.

She’d invited him over to her apartment, where a little corner had been transformed into a soft yellow shrine — a printed photo of Maa Saraswati, her veena and swan visible even to his untrained eyes, framed by marigolds and candles. A few books, a fountain pen, and a single white rose were placed neatly at the goddess’s feet.

He sat on the couch, watching as she moved around barefoot on the floor, adjusting things in a very “don’t-mess-with-the-vibe” sort of way. Her usually quiet demeanor had shifted — she was humming a Rabindra Sangeet under her breath, her fingers brushing across the spines of her favorite books like they were sacred.

She looked… at peace.

And then her phone rang.

Lando didn’t mean to eavesdrop — but she picked it up on speaker and said, bright and soft all at once: “he maa, boshe gachi. Sob sajiye niyechi! Tumi dekhle khoob khushi hobe.” (Yes maa, I have sat down. I’ve set everything up! You will be very happy to see it.)

Lando blinked.

He hadn’t ever heard her speak Bengali before.

She spoke so fast — her voice lifting with every sentence, casual but full of affection. He watched as her fingers unconsciously traced little swirls in the floor with the end of her saree while her mother’s voice crackled over the speaker.

“Tui London e pujo korchis—bhabhte hi pare na ami toh.” (I can’t believe you’re doing Pujo in London.)

His heart did this stupid fluttering thing.

Because this wasn’t just her voice — this was her. Unfiltered. Rooted.

She giggled suddenly, replying: “Ar amar shonge ekta aro keu aache!” (And there is someone with me!)

Lando leaned forward. “Wait — was that about me?”

She jumped slightly, clearly having forgotten he was within earshot. “Maa, ami pore call korchi!” (Maa, I will call later!)

He only raised an eyebrow at her squeaky reply while she rushed to cut the call. “Maybe,” she said, cheeks flushed pink. “Don’t tell my mum you heard, or she’ll start planning your wedding.”

He grinned. “That bad, huh?”

She shook her head with a fond little smile, placing the phone face down as she joined him on the couch. “Not bad. Just… Bengali mums don’t mess around.”

Lando’s eyes wandered from her yellow bangles to the small tray she’d brought over with mishti and a diya still flickering gently.

“So,” he began, voice quieter, “what were you saying to her?”

She hesitated. “Just… that I was celebrating Pujo. And that I did it for me, and… a little for you.”

He looked at her, eyes soft. “Why for me?”

She tilted her head. “Because I wanted you to know this side of me. Not just books and music and tech stuff. But this. My Ma, my rituals, my language.”

Lando took her hand. “Then I think you should speak it more around me.”

She blinked. “You wouldn’t understand it.”

“No,” he said, “but I’d learn. Because I’ve never heard you sound like that before — and I’d like to know what makes you glow like that.”

She looked at him for a long moment before saying softly, “Tui amar jone onek special.” (You are very special for me.)

He raised an eyebrow. “That one better have been nice.”

“It was,” she said, smiling. “Promise.”

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Then happy… what do you call it? Sara-swati Poo-ja?”

She giggled, correcting him: “Soros-shoti Pujo.”

He gave her a mock salute. “Soros-shoti Pujo it is. Now pass me the sweets before I pass out from cultural overload.”

44. Lewis Hamilton

Lewis had always loved her mind.

From the moment they met — her wit, her command over language, her no-nonsense courtroom presence — everything about her had fascinated him. She wasn’t flashy. She was deliberate. Calm. Controlled. The kind of woman who used silence as a weapon and words like velvet-gloved knives.

But that morning, in the quiet of their London apartment, he saw a side of her he’d never witnessed.

She stood by the window, the early sunlight slipping in as she adjusted the pallu of her white and yellow saree — a simple handloom one that looked almost ceremonial. He noticed the gold rim of her glasses, the tiny white flower tucked behind her ear, and the soft hum under her breath. Something lilting. Classical. Unlike her usual playlists.

There were books on the low table. Law journals. A copy of The Constitution of India. Her worn-out copy of Tagore’s Gitanjali. A few were stacked neatly, with a single white rose placed on top. Next to them, a diya flickered faintly.

“Saraswati Pujo,” she said, sensing his gaze. “The goddess of wisdom. We put our books at her feet today. It’s not about praying, really. It’s about remembering where we come from — intellectually. Spiritually.”

Lewis approached, quietly admiring how centered she looked. “And you’re not supposed to read or write today?”

She nodded, smiling. “Technically, no. But cross-examining billionaires doesn’t count.”

He laughed. “You’re unbelievable.”

She shrugged, tugging at her bangles. “You knew I was dangerous before you fell.”

Just then, her phone buzzed. She glanced at the caller ID and answered — this time, not in English. “He maa, ami thik acchi. Tumi ekhuno amar chinta korcho? Ami kore niyechi pujo.” (Yes maa, I am fine. You are still worrying about me? I have done the pujo.)

Lewis froze mid-sip of his tea.

The shift in her voice was instant. She spoke Bengali with such confidence, such rhythm — quick, rich, melodic — her tone suddenly full of warmth and teasing. She paced slowly while talking, eyes crinkling, hands gesturing with ease as she rattled off something about the weather, shondesh, and “court e aajke ekta bhaari boka chhilo” (there was a proper idiot in court today).

Lewis had never heard her like this.

So unguarded. So free.

He stood there, holding the mug, watching her laugh into the receiver like she wasn’t the woman who routinely eviscerated opponents in litigation. Like she was just someone’s daughter, celebrating a sacred day a continent away from home.

And speaking a language that held her roots so closely he felt lucky just to witness it.

When she finally hung up, she looked over and blinked, slightly startled. “You okay?”

He nodded, smiling softly. “I just… I’ve never heard you speak like that before.”

“In Bengali?”

“Yeah. It suits you,” he said honestly. “You sound… softer. But also like someone I haven’t met before. Like… the version of you that only exists back home.”

She came closer, fiddling with her bangles again. “I don’t speak it often. It’s too intimate, almost. Makes me feel… fifteen again. Makes me miss my mum’s cooking. Makes me remember who I was before the courtroom made me steel.”

Lewis gently took her hand. “I like hearing her. The fifteen-year-old. The lawyer. All of it.”

She looked at him for a moment, then whispered with a small grin: “tumi amar jeebon er sobse sreshto anso.” (You are the best part of my life.)

Lewis blinked. “What does that mean?”

She brushed her fingers against his jaw. “That I didn’t expect you… but I’m glad you stayed.”

He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “Then remind me to mess with your expectations a little more often.”

She laughed, the lawyer and the daughter and the girl in yellow all folding into one.

Saraswati would’ve been proud.

01. Max Verstappen

Max woke slowly.

It was one of those rare mornings — no flights, no media, no pressure to be anywhere. Just sunlight slanting through the Monaco windows and the soft rustling of someone moving around in the apartment.

He blinked once. Twice. And then smiled.

She was already up.

He stretched lazily, expecting to hear the clinking of mugs or maybe the quiet hum of music, but what greeted his ears instead was something… completely unfamiliar.

Bengali.

A language he’d never heard her speak before.

She was always introverted, guarded in quiet ways. Max had known her voice in whispers, in laughter tucked into the crook of his neck, in the sleepy murmur of his name against his chest. But this? This was different.

She was speaking quickly — not harsh, not rushed, just… rhythmic. Fluid. Like a stream that had always been flowing, just out of earshot, and now he was finally being allowed to listen.

He padded toward the source, barefoot and curious.

The scene he walked into made his heart catch.

She was sitting cross-legged on the floor, right in front of their little makeshift altar — flowers, incense, and a tiny idol of Maa Dugga she’d picked up from London last year. The fragrance of sandalwood and marigold hung in the air. A soft red-and-white cotton saree hugged her figure, traditional but effortless — the drape slightly off her shoulder, the folds pooling around her like a second skin.

In one hand, her phone — pressed to her ear. In the other, a silver bowl of dhuno, the sacred smoke curling upward.

And she was smiling. Wide, bright, home in a way Max had never seen before.

“He, maa, ami aonjuli diye dichi,” (yes, maa, I’ve offered anjali) she said into the phone, laughing lightly.

Pause. A teasing roll of her eyes.

“Na, o toh ekhuno ghumuche—aaj toh orr jonmodin,” (no, he is still asleep—it’s his birthday today)

Max blinked in surprise. He didn’t understand what was said, but he knew that it was about him, and his birthday. He hadn’t even expected her to remember. The last few days had been hectic. And yet, here she was — already awake, already honouring something sacred to her and thinking about him.

She looked up then, finally noticing him, and nearly dropped the phone.

“Max!” she gasped. “I didn’t know you were up—”

He smiled, slow and warm. “Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

She stood quickly, tucking her phone away and smoothing her saree. “I was just… It’s Ashtumi today. Big day back home.”

He walked toward her, gaze never leaving her face. “That was Bengali, right?”

She nodded, almost shy now — as if she hadn’t just lit up the entire apartment with her presence. “Yeah. I usually talk to my mum in the morning on days like this. And… pray.”

“I’ve never heard you speak it before.”

She looked down, a little awkward. “I guess I just never… thought you’d understand.”

Max reached out, brushing a bit of ash from her wrist.

“I didn’t need to understand the words,” he said softly. “You looked happy. And peaceful. And so damn beautiful I nearly forgot it’s my own birthday.”

Her face turned a shade of pink deeper than her alta.

“Sorry, I didn’t even—”

“You remembered,” he interrupted gently. “I heard you. You were talking about me.”

“Complaining, actually,” she teased, half-grinning. “Said you were still asleep on your birthday like a spoiled prince.”

He laughed, pulling her closer by the waist. “And what does the princess want to do today? Pujo and cake?”

“I already prayed for you,” she whispered, placing her forehead lightly against his. “For peace. And wins. And maybe slightly better strategy calls.”

He chuckled. “I’ll take all of those.”

She tilted her head. “Want to do something Bengali with me today?”

“Like what?”

“Wear a panjabi, come to the pandal, eat luchi and mishti, let my aunties pinch your cheeks…”

Max raised an eyebrow. “That sounds dangerous.”

She smirked. “You race at 300km/h every other weekend.”

“True,” he admitted. “But this? This might actually kill me.”

She swatted his arm, laughing. He caught her wrist and pressed a kiss right where the red alta had dried.

“Teach me how to say something in Bengali?” he murmured against her skin.

“Like what?” “Something sweet.”

She paused. Then: “Ami tomake bhalobashi.” (I love you)

He repeated it slowly, with that low Dutch lilt that made her knees weak. “Ami tom…ake bhalu…bashi?”

She nodded, biting back a laughter at the way he botched the pronunciation. 

“What does it mean?” he asked.

She looked him dead in the eye. “Find out after your birthday lunch.”

Max grinned. “Dangerous girl.”

[kittycoffeeheart]

HOLY SHIT

We're finally here, bois.

I just went to check Aph's channel again and as soon as I saw that thumbnail, I knew. I KNEW.

WE HAVE PIERCE. WE HAVE NOI. RHYS CAME BACK. ASCH CAME BACK. AND NOW WE GOT LEIF BACK TOO.

I HAVE BEEN MENTALLY SCREAMING "HOLY SHIT" FOR FIVE WHOLE MINUTES NOW BECAUSE IF I DID IT OUT LOUD I'D WAKE UP THE WHOLE NEIGHBOURHOOD AND GET THE COPS CALLED ON ME BUT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT I'M SO HAPPY

Y'ALL BEST BELIEVE I'M WRITING ASMP X READER PREFERENCES FOR THEM TOO EVENTUALLY

I'M GONNA GO WATCH THE VIDEO NOW BECAUSE ALL I DID WAS CHECK THE DESCRIPTION TO CONFIRM MY SUSPICION

Y'ALL ALSO BEST BELIEVE THAT I'M STAYING UP A WHOLE NIGHT SOMETIME TO REWATCH MID LIKE I'VE BEEN PLANNING TO DO FOR MONTHS

Edit:

I know I'm pushing it but imagine we see Ava or Lorelei next

Second edit:

Help this post is getting old how are people still finding it 😂😭

Third edit:

I need Noi back. Give him back. Please. And they RUINED RHYS GODDAMNIT MAN WOULD NOT PULL THAT ASMP SHIT IN MID

Please please please let ASMP Asch be likeable in personality, I need a new favourite to replace Rhys I swearrr even if Asch is gonna be an ass let him be a likeable ass please don't ruin him.

Last edit:

You'll find me screeching about the deamos boys somewhere else from now on because I'm bombarding tumblr and Wattpad with my excitement for My Inner Demons season 2, and I probably won't come back from it.

Time to go reindulge in daemos madness. And by that I mean finally rewatch MID season 1 and put down my unfinished Aphmau SMP fanfiction for a bit.

[garcargofarfar]

Valentine's Cards

My Inner Demons boys x Gn!Reader

Asch x Reader, Pierce x Reader, Rhys x Reader, Leif x Reader, Noi x Reader

(Y/n),

What spells have you been casting on me. Everytime I get near you, my stomach feels uneasy, and my skin burns up. Leif says my face sometimes gets red too.

Whatever you're doing, please stop it. It's ruining my reputation and I don't appreciate your random spell-casting. Why target me only? Why not the others? I am a prince afterall.

Prisoner Ava said to get an answer, I should ask you to be my 'Valenteyen'. I don't know what spell that is as well, nor how to cast it, so fix it.

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐡

Hi♡

Be my Valentine? I give head pats.

Regards,

𝓟𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓮

Dear (Y/n),

Ava told me about this thing called a Valentine. Apparently, it's when one feels affection towards another being. Isn't that fascinating?

I feel affection towards you, I think. Would you like to be my Valentine? We could go get ice cream together, have you tried? It's amazing!

Ava said I should ask you to meet me at some time in the letter if you're interested, so would you like to meet now?

Love,

𝑹𝒉𝒚𝒔

Princess,

Don't waste your time on the others. They don't know what they're talking about.

We could totally go out together. Just sharpened my daggers the other day, we could totally put them to use and go kill some people. I'm not taking no for an answer. Be my Valentine.

Your future boyfriend,

𝕷𝖊𝖎𝖋

HEY (Y/N),

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!! Is that how you spell it? Ava said that you humans do this thing called a 'Valentine's Day' where you give the person you care about LOTS OF HUGS AND KISSES!!

And, well, you're the person that first came to mind! :D

I wish you all the best and hope you have all the loves and kisses on Earth and on Daemos!!!! Will you be my Valentine? Love you lots!!

xoxo(Ava said this means hugs and kisses)

🧡ɴᴏɪ

- × - × - × - × - × - × - × -

PDH VER

[kayla-kloudz]

lady grandma and Pierce angst? Not really in a ship way but just her mourning her late husband and seeing so much of him in her grandson's general or guard?

A/n: This is a bit short, but I hope you enjoy!!

Pair: Lady Grandma x Peirce (platonic)

Genre: Soft angst

Tw: slight mention of death

The old halls of the Daemos palace echoed differently these days, less with command and more with a faint memory. Lady Grandma sat quietly in the war room, its tapestries that hung in the room were faded from war and glory. Her hand hovered over a worn map, fingers tracing the borders that were once drawn by her husband’s own hands.

She had not loved easily. Her marriage had been one of duty at first, fire and steel clashing until it softened into something solid, shared respect, shared dreams, and late-night laughter behind locked doors, once filled the castle. When he fell in battle, it cracked her ironclad exterior more than any blade or word ever had before.

Now, even years later, she watched her grandson's knight from the shadows.

Pierce stood tall, almost too tall, like her late husband. A silent sentinel with storm-blue eyes that cut through the nonsense within the castle. He didn't speak often, but when he did, it was with conviction. He had the same way of rolling his shoulders before a decision, the same way of standing apart in a crowd, never quite with them but always for them.

Lady Grandma hated it.

She hated how it made her breath catch. How every glance toward him was like she was seeing a ghost. How sometimes, when the light caught him just right, she could almost swear its her late husband.

One day Pierce caught her looking too long. He didn’t ask, but his brow furrowed, just slightly, worried for the former queen, just like the late king used to be.

Lady grandma slowly walked up to him and stood by his side silently. “You stand like he used too.” She whispered quietly, fighting back tears as she keeps her gaze focused on the halls infront of them.

Pierce didn’t answer. He didn’t need to, he knew.

Later, when she passed the training yard, she found him practicing like usual. However this time he was practicing the old guard formations... her husband’s formations... ones daemos dareed not to teach anyone else. Lady Grandma smiled softly as she stalled and watched closely. In that moment she knew...

He had known all along.

[brights-place]

i need more of t h o s e headcanons for the MID boys🕴️on my desk by morning

[My Inner demons ] Daemos x Reader (seperate)

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/N: Sorry for being late to write this anyways! as usual I am not your parent I am not your gaurdian if your a minor and continue to read this with warning that it is minors DO NOT INTERACT NO MATTER WHAT it is not my job to look after a minors action for continuing to read this as we are ONLINE and I have no control other then a warning. Tt isn't my issue I am not a parent I am not in charge of a minors action. I write and that is what I do I write so again if your a minor and are reading this and not respecting or understanding that this isn't for you GET OUTTA HEREEEE other then that I hope you enjoy the My inner demon smut headcannons and sorry for again being late please enjoy this hell hole of a writing piece!!

Summary: My inner demons but Nsfw/ smut hc’s and small scenes ideas it's only a small amount though because I'm tired

DAEMOS MEN FREAK IN THE SHEETS

Asch Smut Headcannons

- Bite marks on your body as he leaves marks pampering you with lust - Has such a huge breeding kink. Like he’s downright obsessed with how pretty you look all cockdrunk with his cum just leaking out of you. Makes him feralll. - Male or Female he doesn't care he wishes to breed you - He gets so Pussy/Dick drunk that he can't think straight as soon as he’s sinking his cock into you, repeating and slurring over his words and cursing in a different from daemos before he bites into your shoulder - If you were a girl he has you teach him how to use his tongue all over your cunt eating up your juices yet his fangs make it slightly more harder as he notices how you shiver at the fangs

Rhys Smut Headcannons

- Think he'd love to fuck you till you go dumb thats where the dumbification kink comes from loves fucking you until you're so dick drunk that all you can think about his him and his dick pulvarizing you - The more you two get intimate, the more he learns to please you, still unsure about what he’s doing he has you to teach him - If you were AMAB he'd copy what you have done to him and grin excitedly always watching your reaction to know if he did good or wrong - loves seeing how flustered you get by him just doing the smallest things, like when he flexes his arms or lowers his voice a little just to see your thighs clench and face get all red

Pierce Smut Headcannons

- He looks well maintained and calm but this man is a FREAK calling you pet names praising you while he dry humps you over your vanity -He loves your moans especially when he leans up and pushes up your thighs, and his huge, veiny length is hitting a certain spot that had you drooling - He has to grip onto the headboard nails digging in and is close to breaking it yet he would focus on your reactions heaving - Kisses your thighs before he eats you out grinning quietly to himself - He has a thing for whenever you touch his hands or muscles, like when you massage them gently and tell him how pretty they are or how nice they look - Cumming in you worries him so cumming on you is his choice. He can't help but smile slightly when he sees his seed shot across your stomach or thighs. Your flushed skin and post-orgasm twitches getting him so turned on he can’t focus.

Leif Smut Headcannons

- Loves watching you try to hold in your moans and whimpers, the way your face gets all puffy and hands start shaking and squeezing him desperately makes something primal awaken in him - Sobbing into his arms like a giant mess as he degrades you while enjoying seeing you suffer because of him in many ways how you grab anything you could hold onto before trying to cover your moans with a hand - Orgasm denial/control and spanking are his go to's. 'He just loves how needy and whiney you get from him not giving you what you want. - When you start whining and whimpering from the overstimulation, he’ll just cup your face giggling and not even bothering to slow his pace

Noi Smut headcannons

- Noi is the typed of guy that would be gripping your thighs panting heavily flushed face staring down to your messy and dishevel appearance before he grins at you asking if your alright - Wrap himself around you swiping kisses and nuzzling into the crook of your very sensitive neck while his cock continuously pounds into you - Noi gets so greedy sometimes that he’ll be too impatient to even take your underwear off first toying with your fabric covered clit he pays no mind to you gasps when your dripping with such a delightful treat - When you both do small quickies with him just putting in the tip it becomes a inch, then another and then there's the two of you trying to keep quiet - He whimpers, like he’ll bury his face in your neck while holding you in a mating press and whimpers in your ear.

[phuchkagf]

Summer of ‘66 | trailer

Pairing : Feluda (Pradosh C. Mitter) x female!reader Genre : fluffy , suggestive i guess ( there's just a lot of tension and flirting ) Warnings : illusion to past criminal activity , reader is female bodied , suggestive tone …it's pretty mild to be honest Summary : you and feluda end up going to the same place for the summer and find out that your families are extremely close . What's the worst that could happen…right ? Author's note : woahhh this was a long time coming….but it's here so dw…and this is also like me dipping my toes into this genre of writing…there isn't gonna be a detective thriller sub plot (I'm not that skilled) it might allude to some mystery solving so yeah …. Hopefully you guys like it….also this is a continuation of a short wip I put out like ages ago….

At around 9:45 a.m., I waited patiently sipping on a cup of tea. Y/n di was dangerously punctual , a trait I’d noticed in Feluda too . As for Feluda, he was doing his morning stretches in his room . It always amazed me how flexible he was. 

The bell rang at exactly 9:59 a.m. and I immediately ran to open the door . Y/n di was wearing a black cotton saree with a red and white patterned border, a small leather handbag was on her shoulders and black glasses around her intelligent eyes. She was new to our neighborhood, having moved to Calcutta from her previous job in Delhi just last year. She was 25 (a year younger than Feluda) and worked as an attorney at Fox and Mandal and gave me private lessons in history and geography on Saturdays and Sundays . 

“Goodmorning Tapesh!” , she said in a surprisingly cheery voice as she opened her shoes and stepped inside the house . “tumi amake topshe bole dakte paro jano to (You do know that you can call me Topshe) ” I replied , closing the doors. “tui porikkha e bhalo score pele ami definitely dakbo (If you score well in your exams I definitely will)” she replied with a wide smile on her face. I couldn't really discern her sudden chirpiness , maybe she got a promotion at work? 

She started her lesson by opening my history book to a chapter on the sepoy mutiny and continuing from where we left off last week . 

It was a very hot and humid day , typical of April in Calcutta . My mind kept drifting away from the sepoy mutiny to wondering where we would be going for the summer holidays . Baba usually takes us on a week-long trip during my summer holidays . 

“Goromer chuti kache asche jani kintu tao tor porikkha dewa shesh korte hobe Tapesh (I know your summer holidays are close but you have exams to finish Tapesh)” y/n di exclaimed waking me from my daydreams . “tumi ki kore..? (How did you…?)” my eyes widened as I spoke. 

“ I’m sure uni dekhte peyechen tui dining table er upor rakha travel brochures er dike takiye chillish Topshe (I’m sure she must have seen you staring at the travel brochures kept on the dining table Topshe) ” an voice I was too familiar with spoke to me in the mocking tone . 

more to come.....stay tuned this is a work of fiction belonging to phuchkagf.......

[thewritersofdeceased]

𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. . . . 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞.

Leif x Daemon!Reader ;; Gender Neatural pronouns ;; I don't know if I have any fans for "My Inner Demons", but it's become my strongesuit for a while, so here' s a fic of Leif and a Daemon!Reader!!

Battles on Daemos were always dangerous. Leif knew that, as he did them to protect the prince, Asch. But that wasn’t the only person he’d do it to protect. Y/N was another. Sure, Y/N was another knight that would help and work with him and the other four idiots that Asch had hired, but Leif had grown this… feeling. It was a weird feeling, Leif didn’t like it. Being a former assassin and a knight to the prince, the white-haired boy didn’t trust anyone. He had lost both his family, being abandoned by them, alongside with his former friends during a mission. Of course he would get some trust issues from doing so. But when it comes to these stupid feelings? They weren’t about trust or anything about that. No. He got this tingly feeling in his chest? He despised it.

Leif sat quietly in the room he had been given by the royals of daemos, sharpening the sickles he loved oh so dearly. It’d been recent that a fight broke out between a couple of the village folks, resulting in the knights that had been out and about to step in and even it all out. Yet, of course, the daemos had strength. Unbelievable strength sometimes. A low sigh would escape Leif as he stared down at the ground, a hum escaping him upon hearing a knock at his door. He had remained quiet for a couple seconds as the knocking continued. Before eventually, he’d call out with an annoyed tone. “Come in.” He was tired, and the knocking was bound to drive him insane if he heard any more of it.

To his surprise, who had entered the room was Y/N. His head lifted slightly, his brow raising as well. “Leif.” Y/N would speak, their tone calm as they stared at the boy. Leif would merely hum as a response to the other, as if confused. Y/N would make their way over to him, standing directly in front of the boy. “I wanted to thank you.” They’d speak with their rather monotone voice, such as Pierce’s. Then again, Pierce had some emotion to an extent, but it was usually monotone, after all, he had been the general before becoming a knight to Asch. “Thank me for what?” Leif questioned the other, standing to his feet slightly as Y/N  took steps back in order to not be right in front of the sickles now held by Leif.

“For protecting me.” Y/N explained, watching as the other paused in his steps, having been making his way over to the wall that held his sickle holders. His eyes were widened slightly, as if he’d been surprised on the wording of the other. He was nervous to reply. Why had he protected them? Y/N could handle their own, he’d seen it face to face when the two would train and spar together when given the time. He’d merely nod in response for a moment or so, before with a soft tone and partially nervous expression, he’d speak up. “...you’re welcome.” He mumbled out, placing his sickles onto the holders and sheaths on the wall. When he’d turned around he noticed the smile that seemed to have formed on Y/N’s face.

It only resulted in a confused look appearing on Leif’s expression now. “..What?” He looked away, arms crossing now. That’s when something had pierced through his ears. Laughter. Y/N was laughing. “You sounded so nervous as to say you’re welcome is all.” They explained to the boy, who had made his way back to stand besides the other. “Because I don’t often say it. Or thank you.” Leif reminded, gently nudging the other with a slight chuckle escaping him. He towered over the other slightly, yet not too tall. The two looked at one another, but it wasn’t long until a sharp toothy grin would appear on Leif’s face. Y/N was rather surprised at this, yet didn’t make a comment. It was rare of the boy to smile like that after all.

Leif was always prone to violence, but not with Y/N. Between the two of them, there was a couple seconds of silence before Leif had spoken up. “Hey, Y/N?” His voice was above a whisper, like he was nervous of something again. “Hm?” Y/N hummed in response to the boy, looking over to him with a tilted head. “What’s up, Leif? Am I being kicked out already?” They questioned, before feeling a pair of arms wrap tightly around them. Their eyes had widened in surprise at first, but slowly, they wrapped their arms around Leif’s taller and muscular form. “...thanks. For not thinking I’m a monster or just a killer.”  Those words hit Y/N’s heart, a small frown appearing on their face.

“You’ve never been a monster, Leif. You only did what you had to in order to survive.” Y/N rambled slightly, continuing to hold the boy in their arms. They could feel the tension that had been on Leif’s shoulders relax, his eyes closing as his head rested along Y/N’s shoulder. It was like he could fall asleep right there. “Now, get some sleep, Leify. We have training tomorrow morning. Alongside an important message from Lady Grandma with all of the other knights.” Y/N spoke again, beginning to unravel themself from Leif’s arms. Only a chuckle escaped the white haired knight as he let go. “Yeah, yeah. Goodnight then, Y/N.” Leif hummed, ruffling the shorter’s hair, who tried smacking his hand away. “Heyy!” They let out laughs, turning to walk towards the door. “Goodnight, Leif.”

[v3n33rs]

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Anyways lets get to the good stuff

And for !'s: F! = Fem M! = Male NB! = Non-Binary T! = Transgender(FTM only) P! = Platonic

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M! Reader

T! Reader

Fluff

Smut(I'm bad but hey, it's something)

Headcannons

Ask for specific kinks(I'll tell you if I'll write them or no)

AU's(Ex: Animal world, Mythical creatures, ETC)

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R@p3(No.)

Pregnancy(Ew children)

Incest\Tcest(Requeat this and I'm blocking you)

Pedophilia (Minor x Adult)

Scat or Piss(Ew)

Fetishes

F! Reader or NB! Reader(Sorry NB's)

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If you're Trans\Homophobic, Racist or a Pedophile Leave, Now.

If you have a rude comment keep it to yourself

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COD(Call of Duty)

ROTTMNT(Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

MLP(My Little Pony)

EW(Eddsworld)

HP(Harry Potter)

MID(My Inner Demons)

Helluva Boss

Hazbin Hotel

Pokémon

HTTYD(How to Train Your Dragon)

DS(Demon Slayer)

The Maze Runner

Sonic The Hedgehog

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COD

John "Bravo-Six" Price

Simon "Ghost" Riley

John "Soap" Mactavish

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Alejandro Vargas

Roldolfo Parra

Valeria Garza

König

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin

ROTTMNT

Leonardo

Raphael

Donatello

Michealangelo

Casey Jones

Splinter (P! Only)

MLP

Rarity

Fluttershy

Twilight Sparkle

Rainbow Dash

Pinkie Pie

Applejack

Discord (P! Only)

EW

Tord

Tom

Edd

Matt

Jon

HP

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ronald Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Arther Weasley (P! Only)

Molly Weasley (P! Only)

MID

Asch

Pierce

Rhys

Noi

Leif

Ava

Mrs Oates (P! Only)

Helluva Boss

Stolas

Blitzø

Moxxie (P! Only)

Millie (P! Only)

Striker

Hazbin Hotel

Charlie

Angel Dust

Husk (P! Only)

Cherri Bomb

Lucifer (P! Only)

Pokémon

Ash(P! Only)

Piers

Raihan

Gordie

Milo

Marnie(P! Only)

Allister(P! Only)

Bea(P! Only)

Nessa

Kabu(P! Only)

Opal(P! Only)

Bede(P! Only)

Melony(P! Only)

Hop(P! Only)

HTTYD

Hiccup

Astrid

Snotlout

The Twins

Dagur

DS

Tanjiro

Inosuke

Zenitsu

Nezuko(P! Only)

Any of the Hashiras

The Maze Runner

Gally

Thomas

Newt

Minho

Chuck(P! Only)

Sonic The Hedgehog

Sonic

Tails(P! Only)

Rouge

Knuckles

Shadow

Blaze(My bbg)

Amy

Request anything I'm bored as all hell

[heliosrisingheroesimagines]

Hello!! not the anon who originally asked, but could we get a pt 3 of "someone flirting with their s/o"? but with east sector and shin !! take your time with this ask and i hope you're doing well 🙏

(Jay's got a whole scenario here actually, but otherwise please enjoy<3)

Asch Albright:

Asch could actually kill a man, if he hadn’t worked so hard to become a hero in the first place. He’s not above being loudly unimpressed with the person, interjecting himself into the conversation when it doesn’t end as quickly as he wanted it to. He could’ve kicked the dude in the face if they kept talking but thankfully, the rancid energy Asch was emitting chased the other person off in a heartbeat. You scold him for not keeping his cool but he didn’t seem to care, knowing he wasn’t gonna let anyone get away with talking to his lover again.

Billy Wise:

Billy isn’t necessarily jealous but he can’t deny his mischievous tendencies, practically skipping over and butting into the conversation (to the surprise of you and the other party). He was quite nosy, pestering them with questions that were mildly threatening in nature, dropping a lot of information that he wouldn’t have known unless he was a stalker (or a super genius hacker~). He didn’t seem angry or flustered at all, looking at you with a smile as he commented you seemed to attract all the odd personalities around the place.

Gray Reverse:

Gray is torn, not wanting Jet to take control but finding he’s fighting for his life after seeing a person flirt with you so blatantly. He was positive he wasn’t needed at this point as you could handle yourself but you seemed to appreciate him coming to stand beside you, nodding his head to show he’d back you up if necessary. Jet seemed to roll his eyes as it was clear the other party deserved a hard punch to the jaw to set them straight but thankfully the other party wasn’t willing to fight after your blunt rejection.

Shin:

Shin is absolutely petty enough to intervene and embarrass the hell out of the person talking to you, asking if they really thought they stood a chance against him. Even if they’re apologetic he’s ruthless, tearing them apart while hardly giving them a second glance. He’s quick to escort you away before you can scold him in front of the stranger, giving an innocent smile as he asked what he did wrong when he was just defending your honor.

[twosidedlunes]

“Ava..?" I stood still, frozen in place, eyes wide in shock. Coming home from abroad to live with my friend from high school. I expected to be only me and her, but here I am standing still, staring at the five men with horns, with Ava being held hostage in the arms of a hot demon man.

Hello! I am the author, TwosidedLunes, or just lunes. I am a my inner demons fan, which you can tell. As you read from above, I am making a series. A fanfiction series to be specific.

I am a writer, who enjoys reading other people's fanfiction. Now, about this book... Yes, it's a 'my inner demons' x oc fanfiction. No, it's not all of the boys, sadly. I will mainly put oc x Rhys in my book.

This isn't a self insert. I made this out of fun and challenge. Why did I pick Rhys to be specific? Well, I think Rhys needs more love in this fandom. I am also aware of other people simping for him too.

Don't worry, I'll make other series for each boys which I am not sure if will, but I might do all of the boys X reader but it depends.

I also don't mind taking requests, but be warned, I'm not very efficient. It may take weeks for me to finish.

Now, I hope you all read all of this, but if you didn't... Well, sucks to be you.

Anyways, I will be putting information about my oc in my fanfiction. Explaining, I mean. Which includes some bits that I need to explain.

My oc's personality will be inspired from me but mixed with my cousin's too. Sadly, my oc will be going with she/her pronouns.

As you saw from the very top, my oc did came from abroad. I won't be revealing where but you'll see.

My oc really was an old friend of Ava. They met back in high school. She was an honour student back then, when she met Ava for the first time. Both gradually becoming best friends after bonding of having no friends. And since then, they stayed in touch.

For my oc's personality, she's a kind, and a smart girl, but she's sassy, has anger issues at times, and She's a bit more mature, though. Very sarcastic. Even though, she's mature and smart, she's not best at reading the room. She still can but not quite well, which she kinda got it from me.

My oc is a diva and a girlboss. Literally. You'll know soon.

Also, to avoid confusion, my oc will be 24 years old.

Ava - 22

Asch - 23

Rhys - 25

Leif - 24

Pierce - 27

Noi - 21

I think that's all for now, as much I want to explain all the things. I prefer to keep it short. Though, I hope y'all enjoy this series I'm making.

I have no other social medias other than here on Tumblr. If I do, I will put my account here.

Anyways, TwosidedLunes out!