#alright but when did these just become me writing scenarios? i'm so sorry when i get an idea i just run with it

[lovelybrooke]

Hi!!!

I love your platonic yandere spiderverse fics! Can you write about how the spiderkids (including Miguel) would feel if the reader has a s/o and they've been a bit distant because of how much time they've been spending with them? (P.s reader never told them that they have a s/o) Would they get jealous or overprotective? can you also do this in headcanons with a short scenario please?

Hope you're doing okay, and please take your time! no rush!💗💗

reader having a secret partner (Yandere spiderverse x reader).

I'm trying a different format with this so go easy on me.

Miguel:

Miguel is devastated. He's one of those dads that's "not mad, just disappointed." He wished you would've told him, but deep down, he knows that if you did, he would've forced you away from your partner. Miguel will try and make you see the situation from his side, even though he's unable to see why you would hide this from him.

You'll probably be "grounded" regardless of your age, and eventually your partner will stop showing up to headquarters, for whatever reason.

"Why did you have to lie to me?! If you would've told me, I would've been fine with it. Don't scoff at me!"

Miles:

Miles probably learns about your partner when you stop hanging out with him and the others as much. Unlike the others, Miles doesn't resent you for it, he understands and actually makes the attempt to become their friend. However, that doesn't mean he isn't subtly manipulating you. Miles will exaggerate any negative attribute about your partner to make you see things from his perspective.

It's hard not to side with Miles when he's such a good guy. Why would he ever lie to you.

"I swear I saw them taking money from your wallet! Why was I watching them? I'm just worried, y'know, I want to make sure they're good enough for you."

Qwen

Qwen is super jealous. She is constantly side eying and questioning any decision your partner makes. Like they could literally just cough and Qwen's trying to make you believe they're carrying a deadly disease. But most of all, she's sad you hid it from her. She's your best friend, why wouldn't you tell her. Like Miguel, she doesn't understand how her reaction would deter you from opening up to her.

She also tries to subtly guilt trip you as revenge for not telling her about your partner earlier.

"Come on (Y/N), they're a werido! You could do so much better than them, I'm telling you. What? I'm just being honest, that's what friends do. Not that you would understand...what?"

Pavitr

Pavitr along with Hobie is in the "I don't care as long as (Y/n)'s happy group." He also tries to become friends with your partner, since it makes you happy. Though, Pavitr does this thing where he inadvertently brags about how great of friends you are, which kind of makes your partner super uncomfortable.

There are moments when Pavitr will judge your partner for not knowing something about you, even though it's not a common fact.

"Oh, (Y/N) doesn't like food like that, it's too bland. I thought you knew that...hmm--I guess it's because I've been friends with them longer. Hey, don't beat yourself up over it, maybe one day you'll be just as close, though I doubt it's possible."

Hobie:

Hobie doesn't care that much, he just wants you to be happy and doesn't want to control you. Unlike Miles and Pavitr, he doesn't try to be friends with your partner, but does send subtle jabs their way about their personality and such. Like Qwen, he internally hates that you didn't tell him, but understands why not. Ultimately, he just wants you to stay safe.

Though, he does take this as an opportunity to tell you how much better he is than the others at being your friend.

"I'm happy you're happy, (Y/N). I know the others are upset at you for hiding them, but I understand. As long as you're safe, that's all that matters. If they hurt you though, you tell me right away, alright?"

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A/n: Sorry if this was short.

[amnesique]

can you write a conrad fisher x fem reader? and the reader is struggling with cutt!ng and conrad helps her. thank you! i love your writing

efflorescence — conrad fisher

thank you sm, sweetheart 🩷 sorry for waiting, but i hope it is close to what you imagined and i hope you like it (i'm one text away)

warnings: mention of self-harm;

you wanted to show him the dress you bought, doing pirouettes and giggling like a child, while he sat on your bed and looked at you with a big smile on his face, thinking how lucky he was to have you. when at one point his gaze fell from your face to your wrists, and his smile dropped for a second, feeling his heart break.

he got up from the bed, under your close attention, now you were the one that as you admired him, and when he got in front of you, he put his hands on your waist, smiling across your lips and making your cheeks color a few shades of pink.

but he couldn't forget what he just saw, so he rested his head in the crook of your neck, encircling your back better with his hands, making you exhale in surprise.

"are you feeling alright, my love?" he asked, catching you off guard.

you giggled and you hugged him back, inhaling his scent, making yourself feel at home. "why wouldn't i?"

he exhaled the air he was holding in when he heard you chuckle again and he lifted his face to look at you, his sharp eyes taking in every feature of your face. "did something happen?"

he knew your fears. he knew what method you turned to when you felt that nothing was going right, just to try to relieve yourself. he wanted to know you well and it pained him to know that something hurt you that much.

"you can always talk to me, you know that, don't you?" he smiled a little at you, with the corners of his mouth.

you were still puzzled, not knowing where this whole change of atmosphere had come from. it seemed to you that everything was fine a few seconds ago, and now he was looking at you with concern in his eyes.

"i know that, con," you smiled back, caressing his arms lovingly with your hands. "but where did this change of scenario come from?"

he breathed, becoming slightly calmer under your touch. he knew he would do his best to help you, as much as he could.

"i saw your writs," he said and your eyes widened, seeming to have a certain uneasiness on you, as you tried to back off a little. "hey," he addressed you, removing a hand from your waist only to support your chin in his direction, blocking your eyes together. "whatever the problem is, we will solve it together. you have me, you don't have to do anything alone."

and with these words, the uneasiness had dissipated and a peace of mind had set in its place. he seemed to be the only one able to show you this kind of peace.

you smiled at him and wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling yourself getting excited, and he wrapped both of his arms around you again.

you were protected in his arms. no one and nothing, not even the negative thoughts, could've reached you.

[keruimi]

Hello there! If you accept requests I was wondering if maybe you could write some headcanons of the hashiras seeing reader (Who's older and also a hashira) as an older sibling figure? Only if you want to ofc and if it's possible all of them, if not that's alright! Have a nice day / night! ^^

My Saving Grace

Author's Note: I finally have the will to post this. I tried, I really tried because I'm not sure how to write this since I prefer oneshots. I don't see the characters as a sibling figure too so it was really difficult to grant this. But since it was the first request I received, I tried to write this. I love scenarios and this made me really know how to write one. Sorry for taking too long and sorry for not managing to get every hashira included but I hope I did it correctly. Hope you enjoy it!!

Mentions of death, abuse, and trauma.

Characters: Sanemi, Obanai, Giyu

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On the torture room, the smell of blood is staining the nose of the Young Master of the Ubuyashiki Family the moment he enter the room.

Within the four walls of the room, his eyes laid on the table that was placed in the middle of the room as a figure of a woman soaking from her own blood was the one thing that greeted him.

He felt his wife let go of his hand as he slowly walked inside the room. The people inside left to give them the private time he requested for.

The moment the door closed, he started to walk closer to the woman he got to learn about.

"Fuyutsiki Y/n, can you hear me?" His gentle voice rang across the room yet silence was the only thing that responded to him.

He sat on the stool that was close to her as he held his focus on the eyes of the woman who was just staring at the ceiling above them.

"Do you still have the heart to listen for what I'm about to request you with?" He continued noticing she won't bother responding with the torture still felt by her body.

"Do you want to take your life back?" That question finally manages to get a slight movement from the woman as she blinks her eyes from what she heard.

"Even if I did..." It was barely heard with how she tried to let those words out.

It was still painful

"What can I possibly do?" It ends up as a whisper that made Kagaya put his hand above hers to offer his sincere comfort to the woman.

"You can protect the people who suffer the same way you did. Under my wing, killing wouldn't be a sin"

A tear fell from the woman's eyes when those words were stated. Somehow, the slight heavy feeling on her chest lightened even just a little bit.

It became more bearable with the guilt she is now experiencing.

"I just want to be free. But no one wants to save me" she stuttered out as more tears followed that mix with the blood trailing down from her head.

"Now that I freed myself from that man, why do they need to punish me for it?", She started to question her fate as the young man silently listened to her pain.

"I became a sinner because I want to be happy"

Kagaya slightly grip her hand to remind her he is still here with her. Sharing the pain she is going through.

"Another chance. There is a path you can take without going against your morals but at the same time where you can heal" he exclaimed that made the woman glance at him.

"I can give you that"

That was the time Y/n chose the path Kagaya offered her.

And that is to become a Demon Slayer...

Known as the Winter Hashira, in three years, she managed to climb the ranks of the corps without any sight of injury ever being seen on her.

If anyone were able to describe her, a woman who moves with elegance and gentleness that became her advantage on the battlefield.

She kills her target without blood even staining her body.

A woman who finished her job beautifully.

Those were the words of the staff that can usually be hear when someone ask about the quiet woman who always spend her time in a garden.

She looks untouchable like a noble lady. So the others never bother getting along with her.

Yet without a doubt, she maintained her Hashira position compared to the Hashiras where the kids (Future Hashiras) were training under.

It made them doubt her abilities. A woman who seems to have no care about the world.

Until...

In the middle of daylight, after a Hashira meeting. A woman's hand is seen gripping her fellow Hashira's neck.

"Y/n-san! Please calm down" Kanae's voice can be heard on the Estate as the kids (Some Future Hashiras), were silently watching from the window of the Butterfly Mansion.

The man let out a gasp when the hands of the Winter Hashira tighten, blocking his airway.

"Let me make it clear to you about your role. You were chosen to become an example, not a corrupt person" the voice of a woman that is laced with undeniable hatred can be heard as Kanae can't help but close her mouth.

"You have no rights to hurt the kids as if they were your stress reliever. Especially if no mistake was made" the woman let go of the man as they fell on the floor, gasping.

"If you can't control yourself, then you shouldn't be a Hashira" the anger of the woman was clearly seen from how her eyes seem to lighten up like she can kill the person in front of her in a second.

"Y/n-san, you're breaking a rule-"

"The rules don't dictate me. It's my job to correct mistakes, especially entitled people like you." She calmly stated as she wiped her hands with her handkerchief, acting like her blood was not boiling from anger a while ago.

"Don't test me"

That moment changed the perspective of the kids who she defended.

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Sanemi:

He was fifteen when it all started

Anger...

That was all I felt as I held my friend's deceased body. While the demon's body slowly withered from my vision.

I failed to protect the person who gave a chance on the friendship I never thought would bloom.

I lost another person against the demons.

The stinging pain in my chest was ignored as my vision turn red that i ddin't notice I started to have a rampage and killed every demon I encountered without any mercy.

That when I encountered another lower moon, I finally lost the strength to keep going on as I fell to the ground along with Masachika's body.

I'm Tired...

Tired of being the defender, tired of forcing myself to keep going for the people I failed to save.

Tired of holding on to the hatred I held for the demons.

Where is the peace I first wanted. Will all of that be unreachable to reach?

I didn't have the time to see the head of the lower rank demon decapitate before the silhoutte of the well-known hashira stood in front of me.

"What are you doing?" I utter as her blank gaze look down on me.

Somehow in that little time, I wish to just die.

But someone like her prevents that wish of mine from being granted.

"I'm doing what I promised to the world" she answered my question where the answer was already serve.

I felt myself getting pulled up from the ground that made me tiredly sat up as she crouch in front of me.

"This is one of the challenges you need to get passed through" her presence made me almost didn't realize the help that finally arrive as my friend's body was taken away from me.

I felt the anger that made me numb, set free again as it surround the heart that almost stop beating.

"It's not the end of the world, Sanemi. You can't give up yet"

Her words made me scoff as I finally had the courage to gaze on her own orbs.

"What am I even fighting for?"

It was a question that I should have the answer. But now the grief made my mind a mess that is starting to make me confused.

But one thing I'm sure of was I'm really tired.

"What would I benefit from here?"

I sacrifice so many things yet I don't know what I would receive in the end.

"Is fighting really worth it?"

"Yes" she didn't hesitate, not even a bit from her answer as her firm gaze never left mine.

"Make that anger, that pain your weapon. So you would achieve the very first reason why you decided to put your life in line to protect the others." Her grip on my arm started to loosen as she completely kneel to be on the same level as me.

"You want peace. Not only for yourself but also for the world we live in. You want justice, for yourself and for the people who lost their life on these battle." Her words started to enter my mind as my stiff body softened a little and the burning anger, started to slowly rest in my chest.

"Sanemi, there's a lot of reasons to keep fighting. And one of those is being the savior of many" her gaze slowly turned less icy as she put her words in my head.

Dictated every word, and engrave it to my mind. So the confusion that the pain gave me, can be cleared and answered like I needed.

"The world is not forcing you to keep going. But you can rest so you can continue fighting. Let me be your aid in this time you need someone" she put her hand on her chest as a declaration.

"Then after this, you can grant the dream you wanted for the old you and for the people who you lost along the way"

"As someone who keeps going on this path, let me look after you. Let me stay beside you. As your guide, and as your teacher"

I felt my chest slightly warm up when her words made me feel that I was finally being protected instead of always being the protector.

Someone is finally looking after me like how it was supposed to be.

I finally found someone I thought I didn't need.

Obanai:

He was thirteen

"Little one, come over here" I heard her gentle voice towards my direction as I didn't raise my head to look at her. I tightly grip on the clothes I was holding as Rengoku-san gave me a slight push like it was my cue to go near her as she asked.

With trembling hands, I approached the woman and became wary of the moment I saw how she treated her fellow hashira.

But I unknowingly admire her for standing up for me. Due to the trauma I felt, I still can't help my body to stop trembling when a person gets angry at me.

Only her, who stood up for me.

I slightly flinch when I feel her cold hand touch my warm ones before she gently pulls me closer to her.

She raised the sleeves that were hiding my arms and saw some slight bruises that formed from being beaten by a stick.

"Does it hurt?" Her gentle voice manages to calm my nerves as she rubbed circles on it that gave me the strength to look at her and saw her eyes already staring at my own.

"From now on, you would be under my care so don't worry" she lifted a small smile before caressing my cheeks as I nod, trying to stop myself from crying.

"There, there" she soothes me down when she senses I'm near on breaking down as she sat me on the bed before taking the bottle of cream from the side table.

"We both know you can do it for your dreams, alright?" She exclaimed before she applied the cream on my bruises.

"Y/n-san" I called for her in a shaky voice as she hum and raised her head to look at me.

"Can I cover the lower part of my face?" I asked in almost a hush tone and I saw how her eyes sadly gaze on the scar that was clearly seen on my face.

Sensing her attention was on it, a tear fell on my eyes because of fear and shame.

I heard her close the bottle before I felt her hand behind my head as she brought my head to her chest so I could free my tears that I badly wanted to hide from the world.

"If hiding your insecurities can make you stronger. We can hide those" I heard her as I can't help but seek for her warm more.

After being alone on the cold dungeon on my own family's home. I finally heard the encouragement and felt the warmth I was seeking for.

Giyu:

He was fifteen

Within in the shadows of the corporation, only her who look for my figure. Someone who never wanted to be left alone.

The quiet woman who I always spend my time with when I have no one beside me.

I thought we were only acquainted until she started to remind me of my deceased sister.

Until her actions slowly started to comfort me.

I felt someone hold the wooden sword that I keep swinging towards the trunk of the tree as I forcefully let out my breath while trying to stop my trembling hand.

Another nightmare.

The same nightmare that prevent me from moving forward without any guilt or negative outlook in life that those important people in my life want me to think about.

It never fail to remind me how useless I was in that moment. And right now, I felt like I'm still chained to that trauma.

"Giyu" I heard her call for my name first that I snap from my thoughts but my grip on the wooden handle didn't falter.

"Go easy on yourself. Don't degrade the strength you have within"

Her monotone voice didn't help me that I almost want to leave until her next words made me want to stay.

"Because you're just a kid" I lifted my head in a speed of light and my teary eyes met her warm ones.

"As someone who watch you from the sidelines, you're better than what you always thought of" her tone started to soften as she immediately took the sword the moment I began to let go.

"So take a rest"

I finally heard the assurance I always tell myself. The words I want to use as a barrier to my own nightmare.

I was better than I know.

And hearing that from her became my comfort in those silent fights on my own mind.

I finally have someone who would be my light on this dark night

[blueraineshadows]

Your writing is so utterly captivating - thank you for all the work you put into these stories! I check your blog daily. 💜

Can I ask about a scenario where a well established SebxfemMC are just a few months out from graduation, and she realizes after a correspondence with her mom that, her and Sebastian may need to discuss marriage? And when she approaches Sebastian he’s not putting 2 and 2 together when she’s asking “what do we do when we graduate?” Because in his mind it’s obvious - they live together and find jobs. Then she says the words marriage and his brain just… blanks. Not because he’s opposed - quite the opposite - but she takes his reaction poorly. How does it end? Happily, spicy, or with the misunderstanding creating a huge fear for MC she’ll be left in the spotlight in a society that would not look upon them living unmarried in a positive way, thanking if he doesn’t want it she’ll have a hard choice ahead. Maybe Ominis and Imelda have to spell it out for Sebastian, but how does he react? 🥹

Thank you for the request! I am sorry it took a while to get to you 💜 and thank you for your kind words 🙏 😊

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC - fluff ❤️

The sun was warm on their faces as Sebastian and MC sat near the lake. They had been out for a walk, making the most of the fair weather before going back in to continue with their studies. Exams were almost upon them, and after that graduation. Their time at Hogwarts was almost over.

MC looked down at their clasped hands, her heart full of her love for the man beside her. He had been her heart since the end of 6th year. It was hard to picture him not being by her side, there to hold her hand and warm her cheeks with soft kisses.

Her heart fluttered at the thought of what may come next, and her thoughts turned to the most recent letter her mother had sent to her. After hearing about how close she had become to a young man, her mother had enquired if he had asked for her hand. Social society back home had rules for this kind of thing, rules that were not so rigid here in the Wizarding World.

MC glanced at her suitor, her love, and wondered if he had given marriage any thought. It was certainly not something that had come up in their conversations. Perhaps it should be something they spoke about.

Sebastian turned to her, a curious smile on his lips. "Are you alright? You've been rather quiet and fidgety this morning," he said. He gave her hand a little squeeze. "Would you like to share?"

Nerves had MC licking her lips. "Have you given much thought to what we shall do after graduation?"

Sebastian creased his brow in thought. "Well, we shall need to find employment. I have made some enquiries at the Ministry and at a few libraries. I quite fancy the idea of research."

"And, where would you live? Somewhere else, or would you remain at Feldcroft?"

He looked at her. "Where would I live? Did you not mean, where would we live?"

MC felt a little breathless. "You...you wish for me to live with you?"

"Of course," he said. He gave her a playful nudge with his shoulder. "How else will I be able to see you every day?"

Her heart was pounding against her ribs. The thought of living alone with him, nobody to be in the way, no rules but those of their own making, it was all rather exciting, and rather scary too.

"When should we marry?" She asked. She felt rather giddy, the words popping from her mouth in her excitement.

"Marry?" He asked, taken aback. He looked at her blankly. "What?"

MC's lips parted, uncertainty making her flustered. "You...you said we were to live together...I thought..."

"Bloody hell, MC," he said. His words came out as a breathless rush and he ran his fingers through his hair. "Marriage?"

She tugged her hand free of his, a little stunned at his reaction. Was this rejection? Her cheeks flooded with shame. "I'm sorry," she said. She quickly stood, her palms now sweaty as she rubbed them against her hips. "My mistake, I'm sorry."

She pressed her hands to her cheeks and muttered some excuse about needing to get back to the castle before she took off at a little run, leaving him sitting on their little perch beside the lake, stunned.

Cursing herself for a fool, she wondered how she was going to write a reply to her mother. How to find the words to suggest that Sebastian wished for them to live in sin, or worse, wasn't prepared to offer her the stability of a permanent future with him.

She would be ruined socially, shunned! MC felt tears prick her eyes. What if she now had to make an awful decision? After graduation, would she have to abandon her true love and return home to seek an alternative suitor for marriage? Her heart crushed at the thought! How could she ever bear to be with another? Sebastian held her heart, it belonged with him.

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MC had been hiding in the Undercroft since dinner, her handkerchief clutched in her hands as she quietly cried. The very thought of having to leave Sebastian was worse than any Crucio curse, but she was scared of abandoning her mother for a life of wild sin too. Her mother would never forgive her! But would she ever forgive herself if she gave up Sebastian? The very thought made her want to scream like some wild thing.

The Undercroft gate opened and the man himself entered, his gaze roaming their secret space until he spied her seated against the crates. "There you are," he said. He walked towards her.

He paused before her and she sniffed, dabbing her face with her hanky. "I am sorry," she said. "I must look a frightful mess."

He held out his hands to her. "Come here, my love," he said. "You look as beautiful as always."

Shyly, she took his hands and allowed him to pull her up to her feet. He took her hanky, dabbed away her tears and placed a kiss on her nose. "Alright?"

She nodded weakly. He smiled and cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs stroking soothingly over her reddened cheeks.

"I owe you an apology," he said. "I did not mean to upset you by the lake today. You surprised me, is all."

"Perhaps I was a little forward," she said.

He smiled. "Ominis told me to stop being a fool. And while this isn't new advice, I have to say he is quite right. I am a fool."

She met his eyes. "How so?"

His eyes softened. "Because I love you, so, so much, and I just assumed that things would just carry on as they have been after we left here," he said. "Of course, out in the real world, things are different. And, marriage is something that I had pondered over."

"It is?" She felt a spark of hope in her chest, her eyes widening a little as she gazed at him.

"Of course!" He said. "Although, I had rather liked the idea of coming to you with a romantic proposal, you know. It's only what you deserve. I had not expected it to come up for discussion so soon. When you mentioned it earlier, I was taken by surprise, all my previous thoughts and ideas scattered wildly. I had thought to surprise you at graduation."

"Oh, Sebastian," she sighed. She took hold of the front of his cloak, her face crumpling. "And there I am stomping all over your plans with my insecurity and impatience."

He chuckled and pulled her in close, his arms encircling her warmly. He pressed a kiss to her hair. "It's a good job I love you."

"I love you too," she said. She buried her face into the crook of his neck, his scent and the warmth of his embrace her home.

"So, does that mean you would accept my proposal?" He asked. "If I should offer it."

She pulled back to look up at him. "Nothing in this world would stop me from accepting you, Sebastian," she said, earnestly. "I am yours, always."

He swallowed hard, his forehead leaning against hers, his voice thick with emotion. "You would be my wife...Mrs Sallow..."

"Yes," she breathed.

Suddenly, the air surrounded them seemed to shift. MC took a shaky breath, her pulse racing. They had kissed before, many times, he had held her hands, touched her face, stroked her hair, but never much more than that.

This felt different. When his mouth touched hers, there was an intense blaze flickering to life inside of her. Moved by his words, her heart swelling ever larger with her love for him, her body seemed to call out for him at its most primal level.

He must have felt the same. His kiss was far more impassioned than usual, and when her lips parted to gasp a breath, his tongue touched hers. A soft moan escaped her at that soft, erotic touch. Her body seemed to flicker into life, her hands grasping him tighter, pulling him closer.

They kissed deeply, lost in each other's fire. MC found a deep well of passion she didn't know she possessed and she melted into it, gasping softly as his hands caressed her back, her waist.

Her clothes felt awfully restrictive and her cheeks flushed hotly as she realised she would quite happily discard every last stitch, allow him to touch where she had never been touched.

"Sebastian," she moaned. She felt the hard press of the wooden crates behind her against her back, his hands gripping her hips as he pressed his body flush with hers. His kisses moved to her throat, his tongue tasting the delicate throb of her pulse and she thought she might very well melt into a puddle at his feet. Her fingers clutched at the back of his robes, terrified he would let her go, or stop this powerful rush of desperate want.

But, eventually, he did stop. He lifted his lips to smile down at her. His eyes were darkened with desire and she was left breathless, utterly his.

"Just think, we could do this every day as man and wife," he said. His smirk made her want to pull that mouth back down to continue where he had left off.

"I fear I might go crazy before that day arrives," she said. "Your kisses are like fire and I want to burn, Sebastian."

He chuckled and pressed a kiss to her mouth. "Now, what sort of man would I be to deprive my love of such passion," he said. He swiped his thumb over her lower lip. "Allow me to kiss you again."

"Only if you promise to never stop," she said.

He bowed his head and claimed her mouth for his own, kissing her so thoroughly lest she ever forget how much he loved her.

[urdgealesisbaby]

Hii. I have a request. Could you please write a scenario with Guren, Crowley and Ferid where their s/o is always quiet? Thank you in advance

Hello! Sure thing! <3

Also i made like a mix between a scenario and headcanons for this request bcs i couldn't think of a proper scenario xD.

Guren Ichinose,Crowley Eusford and Ferid Bathory with a s/o who is always quiet

Guren Ichinose

-I think that you two will most likely match your energy

-Like he is a quiet person himself,he just has a loud personality when there's more people around or so.

-he would very much appreciate the fact that you're quiet because he likes the quiet kind-of-love.

-he isn't much of a talkative person himself so prepare to do quiet activities together

-Between you two there's a sweet-like love going on,it's just that not so many people know that because of your quietness.

"Love,I think that we should really tell the people around us that we're together." Guren says.

"Why do you think that,Guren?" you ask,surprised at his request.

He then comes to you,where both of your eyes met.

"Love,there's people out there that think we're just friends.I want them to know we're together.I mean,I'd be happy to announce the fact that we are in fact a couple." he says.

"You're really the best,you know that,you fool?" you say.

"Only for you."

He then kisses you passionately while he embraces you and puts his hands around your waist.

Crowley Eusford

-I don't think that Crowley would have a problem with your quietness.

-sure,he himself isn't a very quiet person,but the fact that you are a quiet person doesn't really bother him in the slightest,so he's alright with it

-Though if sometimes you're too quiet he'll ask what is going on and if you're under a bad mood or if anything has happened.

-he's a very careful man around you so yeah if you're being sooo quiet he might become concerned about your health

-Though when you tell him that there's nothing wrong with you,he understands you and tries to not bother you with his questions about your quietness anymore.

-He just wants to reassure himself that everything is alright between you two and you're not upset or sad about anything that's going on.

"Baby,is there anything that's bothering you,my love?" Crowley asks,concerned.

"I told you like 100 times.I'm fine,we're already living together for like 2 years,haven't you noticed that I'm always quiet?"you ask him,not really expecting a response.

"I'm sorry love,I just wanna know if you're alright and everything is going fine in your life."

As he says that,he hugs you from behind and places a kiss on your neck.

Ferid Bathory

-OPPOSITES

-how the hell did you manage to get with him? Only you and him know I suppose.

-at first,he doesn't even know how to properly talk to you without making it weird

-I suppose that you're the first person to make Ferid Bathory question his words before saying them.And I mean it,I don't think this man has met many people like you and became a couple with them.

-It's kinda weird because he knows that you aren't upset with him or angry at him(or maybe you are,he's Ferid after all)but he still want to make sure that nothing is wrong with you.

-He'll sometimes try to be quiet too just so he can feel what his darling feels.

-of course he fails to be quiet everytime,but at least he tries? I guess we can give him bonus points for trying.

"Y/n,look at me now." he says in a deep voice.

He then grabs you by your chin and starts examining your face.

"Hmmmm....nothing wrong also today...hmm" he continues.

"Ferid.....I'm your lover for like 3 years? Why do you always seem surprised at my quietness?" you say,looking at his eyes.

"I really am not surprised,but it gets kinda fun when I try to 'examine' you" he then laughs.

"So this is really just something so that you can touch my face?" you ask him.

"Maybe,you'll never know though."

As he says that,he caresses your cheeks and then kisses your lips.

Thank you for your request!

I hope you liked these!:)

[silverstagspirit]

Survivor of Ramshackle -part 1

This is based off a scenario I mentioned earlier in my blog about Yuu's home being destroyed whilst they were away. There will be multiple parts to this.

A/n: I try to make the MC gender neutral, but I'm sorry if I make an error whilst writing. This Yuu is GN, by the way.

Warnings: mild swearing, Angst, Ace implies keeping you hostage as a joke, but Deuce quickly puts him in his place. The later chapters will get darker.

PART 2

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Everyone had gathered into the mirror chamber to bid Yuu farewell. The boys had really taken a liking to them. Even if they would put them through a lot of trouble at times. Likewise, they loved the boys, too. As each of the boys take thier turns to say goodbye, they admit some tears were shed. Crowley had found a way home for Yuu right after Grim's overblot, but he informed them that once they went back, they would not be able to return unless extra steps were made. Which of course won't happen. And they accepted the offer. After all, they still had a life and a family back home who were wondering where they were.

"It's not fair! I don't want them to go!" Complained a certain fire-eared monster.

"Grim, we cannot just keep 'em hostage here... but that would be a good backup pla- OW!!"

"WE ARE NOT DOING THAT!"

"Did you really have to hit me that hard Deuce? That hurt man."

"Ace, we must respect thier decisions."

"Yeah, I know I know."

It was now Jack's turn to join the conversation. "Plans have been made for you Grim. So you don't have to worry about needing Yuu for school."

"The Great Grim still needs his henchman to do his bidding and clean Ramshackle."

"Just admit it weasel, you're going to miss them too."

"Fgnaahhh!!"

"You're not helping Ace." Epel turns to Grim. "We understand Grim. Yuu has become a great friend to all of us. But it's time to say goodbye."

"Hnnngghh"

"Yuu! Don't go! Who will feed me tuna? Who will scratch my ears? Who will wrap me up in thier jacket during the winter break? I'm ordering you to stay minion!" Grim cried. Yuu kneeled down to comfort him. "Grim, listen to me. I am going back, yes, but I will not forget you. You mean so much to me Grim. But I still have others at the other side of that portal who are waiting for me. I need to meet up with them." You brush a stray tear from his face. "Do me a favor Grim. Stay here, attend your classes and study well. So that when I return to you someday, you will be the Greatest Mage ever like you wanted and we can go on more adventures together. Does that sound alright?" Grim sniffed and nodded. "Please come back some day." "I can't promise it, but I'll try."

"Oi! Herbivore. Just get going already. I want to leave now."Some things never change." They sighed as Leona sulked. Leona wasn't the only one who was feeling annoyed more than sad at this time. They admit that some of these boys were assholes. Some of them have even yet to apologize after all they've put them through. But they won't let that get in the way of the good memories they had in this world. Or at least they hope.

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Yuu had just said goodbye to the last person when the headmaster came in.

"Prefect! The dark mirror is now ready! You must come immediately if you are to return home!" He hollered.

"Well, here I go."

Yuu stands up to the portal with tears in their eyes. Their heart hammering. This was it. They were finally going home. They can't wait to see their family again. It's been so long. What has changed since they left? Is everyone doing alright? They needed to know. The mirror pulsates with magical energy. Sparking up at some parts. Yuu turned back to look at the other students one last time. Then, with bated breath, they stepped through the portal.

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"So that's it."

Besides this one remark. The mirror chamber was filled with silence. No one dared say anything. Everyone filed out of the room and went back to thier dorms.

Two idiots were helping Grim settle into Hearstlabyul. And got collared after breaking three Queen of Hearts rules whilst doing so. Trey baked cookies for them so they didn't complain as much after. After they made it to thier room the three students began to chat and banter with each other. Nothing had really changed for them. Same for the other dorms. Vil did his makeup. Idia did his tech. Leona slept. Azul ran the lounge. Overall, nothing had really changed.

"Kalim. You need to do this assignment."

"Oh, sorry Jamil. I'll be right there."

The vice pressed his dormleader to do what needed completion but something was distracting him.

"Do you think Yuu made it back safe?"

"..." Jamil had a suspicion that that was what was on his mind but he was not prepared to answer that question. "I'm sure they're happy Kalim. Now please get this done. Crewel will not show mercy if you fail."

"I know it's just... I have questions: What do they do? What do they have to eat at thier welcome home feasts?-" "I doubt that they have feasts Kalim." Kalim ignored what he said and kept going. "What are thier family like? I mean they are from another world so thier family structure could be different to ours. Hnnnghhh! Why am I only asking these questions now that they are gone?!"

"KALIM!!"

The housewarden went quiet immediately.

"They are fine okay. Yuu would not want you to spend all your time worrying about them. So just relax. They are fine."

Kalim thought about what Jamil just said.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. You're always right Jamil." The boy beamed whilst the vice rolled his eyes.

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I apologize for any mistakes. I also edited this into they/them pronouns because I find it easier to write with.

A/N: Go check out probablynoposts blog. They did a series on this prompt whilst this was still in the drafts. They did a very good job I must say. So kudos to them.

Taglist: @kami-kun1003

[alcazarofthestars]

Alright...there goes the request.

Request: Yandere Sirin with Cold, Distant Reader who's somehow aware about it and what would Sirin do to capture Reader's heart...

Hope this request suit you, thanks for reading.

Thank you for the request! This is a very interesting scenario and I had fun thinking of how it'll play out.

Summary: You know that your friend's sister has an unhealthy obsession towards you the signs are all there! If only you had followed your instincts, then maybe you wouldn't be in the situation you're in now...

Warning: Yandere content, picture taking without consent, stalking, cameras, kidnapping, Sirin has a breakdown, Bella becomes a therapist, Bella isn't getting paid enough to deal with Sirin, unhealthy obsession, bad writing and a few more that I probably forgot. (If any of those make you feel uncomfortable, please leave.)

The reader is gender neutral in this one, the reader is friends with Durandal, mentions the reader working as a valkyrie at Schicksal.

It was obvious....

The way she would follow me to my house and watch me from outside, how she takes pictures thinking I'm unaware, the cameras in my house, my belongings that had 'magically disappeared'. Well, some of those disappeared items were my fault, but still.

No matter what I do, I can't take the cameras off unless I want to ruin one of my only friendships with a friend...... Oh well, it's just a little crush. It'll be over in a while, right?

It's been months since she started to do this. Now, she is finally talking with me face to face. I can tell she's nervous, her body language proves it. But there was also an unfamiliar glint in her eyes...

"Uhm... H-hello. You must be [Name], right? My name is Sirin. I heard a lot about you from my sister, Durandal." She introduced herself. She starts off the conversation with a little small talk about her sister, the weather, and her likes and dislikes. Then she asks about my likes and dislikes, my favorite food, and some other stuff.

After talking for a while, she seemed to get more confident. As her body language and her way of speech proves it. "Really? That's impressive! Oh, I have to go... Say... Are you free on Saturday? If so let's hang out! How about [Restaurant name]?" After a few more conversations, she had invited me to hang out with her on Saturday. I thought about it for a while. Seeing how I have nothing to do on Saturday, I agreed. "Sure, see you then."

"I did it! I actually did it! Finally, after months of stalking. I built up the courage to talk to them and I'm going on a date with them. I think I might just faint..."

"Good job, Sirin-sama. I'm sure they'll fall for you." Bella said as she gives Sirin her phone. "Of course!" She replied happily.

Bella looked like she wanted to ask Sirin something, but refrained from doing so until Sirin stopped speaking. "Sirin-sama, I don't mean to judge but why are you so obsessed with a Schicksal Valkyrie?" She hesitantly asked. "Haven't you heard? They were also like us. But, they saved everyone in their lab. And they had managed to forgive the ones responsible." She answered. "There are only a handful of people who are willing to forgive those who have wronged them. I truly admire those people."

"Ah. I see, those people are truly admirable." Bella nodded as she said her response. "I wish you the best of luck on your endeavors, Sirin-sama."

"Hello, Sirin. Sorry if I'm late." [Name] waved as he came closer to their meeting point. "A-ah... Not at all! I've also just arrived a few minutes ago..." They talked as they entered the restaurant together. "How have you been?" [Name] asked. "O-oh, me? Well, I'm alright. What about you?"

"The usual. I have something to discuss with you later." They took their seats at a table in the corner. "Oh, alright." She nervously said as she starts to read the menu.

After ordering they continued to talk, mainly about their days and work. When the food arrived they shared some of their orders with each other. An elderly couple walked by and called them a 'young couple' and made Sirin feel embarrassed.

"Sirin, there's something I need to tell you." [Name] started and Sirin turned her head in their direction. "I know everything. I know you've been stalking me." They said making Sirin shocked. "H-how... But I-I..." She muttered. "Please stop. I'm not really interested in having any romantic relationships. That's all. Goodbye, Sirin." They said while standing from the table and started walking out of the restaurant after paying, leaving Sirin by herself.

Surprisingly, Sirin was rather calm from the event that just happened... She paid for her meal and walked back to her house. Once she entered her room she opened her phone and called Bella.

When Bella picked up, Sirin started to sob. "I-I can't believe this happened... W-what did I do wrong...!? I d-did everything right... So why..." She cried much to Bella's surprise. "H-hey, calm down a bit. Tell me what happened."

"Th-they knew everything..." She started. "Why...? Why? Why? Why?..... WHY?! D-did I do something wrong...? Tell me!"

"Calm down, please Sirin-sama. Why don't you just kidnap them? It'll make things easier." Bell suggested. ".... B-but... will I still be able to make them love me back....?" She asked in between her sobs. "We'll see."

It's been quiet.... too quiet... Sirin hasn't done anything for a while now. Maybe it worked and she fell out of love. But I still can't help but to be paranoid.

I walked back to my house, but I feel like something bad is going to happen. I turned a corner but was pulled back by an unknown force and felt a syringe hit my neck. My vision was slowly getting darker and darker, but I managed to see Sirin...

It was obvious...

She knows my daily routine... The places I frequent... Why didn't I see it before?

When I woke up I was in a darkroom... Whenever I moved I was restricted by chains at my ankles and wrists. The door then opened revealing Sirin. Happily standing there with a smile on her face. "Ah~ I finally have you all to myself... At last. We'll be together forever~."

Extra HCs:

Sirin would try to secretly court the reader and whenever they ignore her advances she'll get super frustrated and rant to Bella.

She has two dolls that looked like her and the reader that were made by herself and named after both herself and the reader.

Probably plays with the dolls by making them get married, go on dates, and cheesy scenarios.

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Sorry if it wasn't what you were expecting, and I'm sorry if my English is off I made this in a rush.... English also isn't my mother tongue so I have trouble writing from time to time. Once again, thanks for the request! I'm probably going to rewrite this in the future... But who knows.

[heckinhacker]

Orianna x Reader - Aren't you amazing?

Word count: 1,230

requested?: Yes! by @solphage: "A, I hate it when it eats my ask and I have to retype it; if you want the start of an idea, perhaps robot enjoyer (you) x Orianna, and with that Taliyah bit it's making me think of taking her out to buy outfits (and if you're feeling spicier, toys) for a date and scene #h4ck :3" - I'll use the ask for taliyah part~

Slight warnings: Made-up reader's backstory so it's more fitting to the scenario of meeting her. Non-proof read.

A/N: I decided to write for Orianna and I've read her history and fanfic. Do I have a wrong feeling, or her lore was changed? I feel like some of older champions had other story, but they got re-newed? It's not THAT different, or maybe I just remember it incorrectly...but nonetheless, I'm up to date with her rn, and she's still a new character to write for me, but robot-fuckers nation arise!!

Orianna, since she left her home, felt like she left her last human part in her father's chest. She accepted said fate and with her changes before, thought nothing more of it. She did what was necessary. He sacrificed everything for her, and so did she for him in return. It only seemed fair that way.

She loved him, after all. Her Father. Someone who was ready to turn whole Piltover upside-down so she can keep on living after her recklesness.

Yet, she never did regret anything she did. Even though she lost a lot.

Losing herself, losing her creativity...it seemed to be sudden, yet she couldn't tell if she missed it. It just happened. So leaving behind her home, her family, it also was supposed to "just happen".

She did not regret any single decision she did. Even now. She left her humanity behind, yet still thought hardly of her sickened father. Even with new, healthy heart, will he be alright?

Maybe she did wrong, leaving older man behind all alone.

Yet, maybe deep inside, she did not want him to see her that way. She wasn't sure if she's still the same Orianna that went down to Zaun to help after the legendary accident. Maybe she did not want him to see what she had become, so she left.

It should be better - she thought.

It was supposed to be that way, yet she felt so, so alone.

Her hopes used to be at zero for being understood in any way, yet situation on Sir Feisterly’s Fantastical Fair, where she was sure she found someone that understood her.

Yet, the hope she thought was nonexistent was sort of taken away from her, dissapointment running through her mechanical body faster than the disease running through her body before.

Weird feeling, for real.

As she was ready to leave the place, after passing her way through two knocked-out guards that attempted stopping her from her shenanigans, she noticed another figure in front of her. Guard? Worker of the fair? By your outfit she could say you were just a worker, but she did not want to risk it, getting ready for a fight.

Yet, all you did was smile at her.

- Well, Isn't that a sight? - you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

- Excuse me? - Orianna asked, shocked. Where did this compliement come from?

- I'm sorry that you got wrong idea of Fieram's nature, but as he said, you are a miracle, unique.

- Thank you. - she answers politely, yet thinks nothing more of it.

- So...Orianna, right? I saw your little talk with Fieram, and I wonder. Do you travel by yourself?

- Yes. - she responds shortly. - Why do you ask, fair employee?

- Yeesh, cold. - you answer, shrugging. - Do you look for plus one? You could say this work is tiring me out, I'll gladly take a break from it, plus I disagree with agression on sight, screw that.

- You want to follow me? - she asks bluntly. - Why?

- Do I need a reason?

- People are always driven by reason.

- Oh, really? How do you know that, Orianna?

Unintentionally you pressed that wrong button somewhere inside her, because she had to take a moment to think. Then, shrugged. Did she use shrug right this time?

- I just do. - she says. - Then? What's your reason?

- You look just like a next wonder that I want to get to know better. Would you give me a chance? I take no as an answer. - you reassure her.

And she takes a time to think. She humms, another emotion that she just mimics, giving you a signal she still takes her time to process the idea. Yet time is running short on her, as other guards quickly approached place of a fight.

- Hey, you! Stop the robot girl! - one yells at your direction, to which you react with a playfull look towards him, then back to Ori.

- Well, no time to waste. For now let's run away together, and later think if I can tag along, no? Now go! I know the way out!

And you direct way out by some shortcut that was well known for you, making escape route way easier for both of you.

As you were out of breath and laid down on a grass far away from Sir Feisterly’s Fantastical Fair. You ended up in some fancy garden, but since most of the city was over the fair to see it's wonders, anyone who could fend you off for tresspassing is not present at home, and guards may be preocupied. Lucky.

Orianna felt no more tired than normal. Can she even get tired? - she thought to herself. She looked down at you, and out of politeness to not stand above someone laying down, she put herself to rest. Or, as how she calls it now: on stand-by mode. She sat elegently on a grass beside your figure, listening to your small laughs.

Sound reminds her of chimes dancing on gentle breeze. Soothing. More Soothing than audio programmed to speak for Fieram.

- Did you see outside world, human?

- Not really, that's why I wondered if you're going to see it by yourself.

- I may. I'm not looking for friendship, hence you should reconsider going with me.

- Oooh, why so? - you asked, curiousity peaked.

- I'm not going through aging process anymore. Befriending human from flesh will be just hurtful for both sides, but mostly on my side. You'll leave, I'll remain. - she explains.

You humm in acknowledgement, yet one part of her words sticks to your mind. You just had to ask.

- Anymore? Did you go through aging progress before, Ori?

- My name is Orianna.

- Okay, Ori.

She says nothing to that, just remains her unchanging gaze at you. If she could show any expression, you felt that unamusement written on her face. Yet still, you caught her intentions no problem.

- You can tell that story another night. For now...I'll just tag along outside of city. Later you can leave me somewhere on our way. You could say as a thanks for showing you a way out.

- I could do that perfectly by myself, I reckon.

- Oh, let me have some fun. I wanted to see more of you. Especially in action! That fight with your ball was amazing! Does it understand, just like you?

She looks down at the ground, noticing that her mechanical hand is grasping the grass under it. She did that subconciously. Before she answers, you continue with another confusing question.

- Aren't you amazing? - you ask with amusement, wathcing Ori tilting her head with confusion.

- Why? - she asks after a short moment.

- As I said. You hide many wonderous things that I'd love to see. You're such an interesting unit.

Bizzare. Very bizzare, you are. She does not say no, yet this time, she does not discourage you from trying to tag along. Maybe having companion for at least a while won't be so bad? Noone said she should get attached.

But she knew herself well enough, and knew. Perfectly knew that you'd grow on her with no time and effort.

[misterier]

Can you write a scenario about (TOS) Kirk confessing to his gn crush?

| yes fs sorry this took forever (it might be a lil ooc bc this is my first time writing for them so I'm sorry if I mess up broski🛐) this is short asf I'm so sorry I'm rushing tbh, this has been in my drafts for months

also hope you don't mind the use of Y/n, bc I prefer third person 💀

HIS LIL LIPBITE AND HUM BRO HES SO ############!!

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Oh, he was losing it, normally he was great and flirting and dating person to person, but them? Y/n? He's a mess, he can bearly function unless he's working. If he's alone he's overthinking, losing horribly at chess and everyone who's close to him is concerned, they think he's sick or something. They'd been friends for years, it was odd seeing him such a nervous wreck around them.

After a while of him becoming more of a mess every time Y/ns is around, McCoy catch's on pretty easy then pulls Jim away.

"You've gotta tell them." "But-" "No buts, your head over heels for 'em, and it's making you stupid. Now tell them. Doctor's orders."

He caves.

It takes him about a week of planning to finally find time within both of their schedules to be able to ask. And when he does he's sort of confident again, prepping himself in their mirror and doing some excited jumps while he recites the lines he probably won't use.

Once he goes down to Y/ns quarters he thinks it's a bad idea and was ready to walk away but it was too late as he'd already knocked.

"Come in."

He's forgotten all of his lines by the time he gets up the courage to walk into their quarters. "Oh hey, Jim did you need something?" "No, nothing." He sees the way they smile and then nod and he feels his heart flutter, he's told himself it was wrong to fall for his crew or anyone for that matter, he was the captain, but god, how could he resist someone so amazing—"Did you want something then or did you just wanna stand around?" They asked in a joking tone as if they'd realized he'd spaced out.

His eyes widened and he shook his head, trying to compose himself. "No, no I was wondering if you'd like dinner—with me. Dinner with me. Like to have dinner with me. The two of us—alone."

Wow, yeah, really smooth, Jim.

He wants to bang his head against the wall. And knock himself out, that was the least smooth his been since he was in the academy.

But Y/n at least didn't seem to mind, they just smiled brightly and nodded, it almost looked shy- he'd assumed they felt pressured so he freaked out again.

"You don't have to, you can say no. I was just offering, we both have time and—" "No it's fine. It sounds wonderful. When should I be there?"

Oh.

…

He hadn't expected them to say yes.

Sure he'd planned it out perfectly but he'd honestly thought they'd say no.

"We can go now if you'd like..?" He said hesitantly, biting his bottom lip and watching them for any signs of being uncomfortable around him.

"Jim were still in our uniforms-" "It's alright with me, I don't mind, you always look wonderful.. Do you mind?"

Everything paused, he hadn't really meant to say that out loud and they both blushed harshly.

"Alright then, it's fine. I'll go." They whispered softly, their face adoring and full of love.

Y/n then nodded and held out their arm with a nervous smile. Jim noticed quickly and locked their arms together, smiling brightly himself. They seemed to feel his sudden boost in confidence and it gave them a surge of hope, maybe this would work out..

[r-is-typing]

frozen yogurt | e.m

summary: in which everyone loves frozen yogurt

requested?: yes! requested by @the-mind-of-e

request: Sorry lol I realize it’s a really weird request! I just work at a yogurt shop and we don’t have uniforms so I was just thinking about Eddie like visiting and making reader wear his shirts and begging her to bring home yogurt (and abuse her discounts) I just wanted to picture this cute little scenario with other people lmao! If it’s too specific please don’t feel like you have to write it! Even just interacting with this is enough!

pairing: eddie munson x reader (fem, she/her)

category: fluff

content warnings: none!

word count: 500+

note: so, i'm thinking because it's a frozen yogurt shop, in this, starcourt mall would be reopened, so let's pretend it is!

July 4, 1985, Starcourt Mall mysteriously burnt down. A year later, it finally reopened, and the people of Hawkins rejoiced, shopping in their favorite stores once again.

Steve and Robin gaining their jobs at Scoops Ahoy back, and Y/N finding a job at a new frozen yogurt shop. She liked her new job, especially since frozen yogurt had become very popular, so it was a popular place to be, a regular hangout for families, younger kids, and older adults alike.

But, no one had went there more than Eddie Munson.

Technically, he only did it to see his girlfriend, not so much get yogurt. He'd come in to see her hair in a high ponytail, a wide smile on her face as she assisted customers. But, what he really came for was the outfit.

The shop didn't have a dress code, except for family-friendly clothing, so no crop tops, no short shorts, things like that. When he heard the news, he had known exactly what plan of action he was taking.

Which was why every day, she shows up to work in a pair of her own jeans, her own shoes, and his shirt. She had to tuck it in slightly as it hung just above her knees, making her look absolutely breathtaking, to him, at least.

"Well, look who it is. My gorgeous girl."

Y/N looked up from the counter and smiled wide as she was greeted with the sight of her boyfriend. "Hi, Eds." She leaned over, accepting a kiss on the cheek from him. "What can I get f'you?"

Eddie looked at his girlfriend, shaking his head. "Nothing, sweetheart. Just here to see you." She smiled at this. "Y/N!" The familiar voice of Erica Sinclair made her look away from Eddie. "Hi, Erica. What can I get ya?"

"I want to use your discount. I heard you get like half off."

Y/N rolled her eyes. This was not at all new to her as just two days ago, Dustin, Mike, and Lucas were here doing the same thing, and Robin and Steve three days before that.

"Yes, that's fine."

Y/N looked down at the machine, punching in her employee ID, taking the discount and applying it to Erica's order. "Alright, that'll be $4.58, please."

The rest of the day went like this, and twenty minutes before closing, the shop got a phone call.

"Hi! Thank you for calling YogurtLand, I'm Y/N, how can I help you today?"

"Hi, sweetheart. Just me. Would you mind bringing me some yogurt home? I've been craving some all day. Really should've got some today."

Y/N laughed at her boyfriend on the other end of the phone. "Sure, baby. I'll see you soon." She hung up, doing her last closing tasks, and making him a bowl of yogurt. After she was finished for the day, she walked out of the shop, locking the doors behind her.

Knowing she'd be back the next day to do the same thing made the girl smile. Boy, did she love her job.

r is typing...

sorry for how short this is. i didn't have much of an idea of what to do for this, except what was in the request. i still hope you enjoy!

as always, my requests are open!

r is signing off...

[resuri-art]

Since your host!bakura and spirit!ryou series is coming to an end, are there any things that you wanted to include but couldn't?

I think I managed to put everything I wanted, but actually I have a deleted scene from part 3. Marik and Isis' confrontation was going to be very different at first.

After seing his brother on the Death-T, Isis was initially going to catch Marik and Bakura as they exited Kaibaland and take both of them with her to have a talk.

I changed it because it was too soon for Isis to be aware of Ryou's existence, but if you're curious about how it would have go:

(Also note that this is a draft I didn't work on since I changed the scenario. The writing may be a bit off.)

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The boys were gathered at the Ishtar house, sitting on the couch. Honestly it looked like another kidnapping.

"So… Still don't feel like facing sis?" Marik mentally asked his host as he was stuck fronting. He was still in command when they exited the park, and seeing Isis panicked his host, resulting of them being unable to switch.

"Believe me, I'm trying! Can't you just go?"

"Nope," the alter sighed, "I can't just choose to leave, you know it. You have to calm down for that."

"Easy to say! Did you see the look on her face?!"

"She will kill us all, probably."

"You think she knows it's you?"

"Probably. She doesn't just look angry. She is looking at me like I killed her family."

"..."

"Yeah. It sounded funnier before I actually said it."

Marik blinked when he felt someone holding his hand. He looked to the side and saw Ryou smiling at him. Marik smiled back, appreciating the support his friend was giving him.

"So," Isis said as she sat down in front of them, making them all flinch. "For starters, you." She pointed at Marik. "What did you do to my brother?"

Marik tensed, and his host could tell how hurt he was hurt by her words.

"... I'm here."

"You're not my brother."

Marik clenched his fist as he felt the anger growing inside his chest. His eyes immediately searched for something- Anything he could throw at her.

"Calm down! Please! I understand you're angry, but hitting her won't help us! You won't feel better!" His host pleaded, but feeling him scared wasn't helping the alter.

"You don't know that."

"I do!"

"I'm sorry," Ryou said, cutting Marik in his thoughts. "I'm not sure how much you know, but this is Marik. Just… A different part of him."

Isis glared at him.

"I didn't ask for your opinion, spirit."

Ryou smiled at her, and it made Bakura shiver inside their mind. It was his smile whenever he was mad and about to (figuratively) muder someone.

"Right, I'm a spirit. A very old spirit, that knows way more about soul magic than you," Ryou's eyes become cold. "So I would suggest you show me a bit more respect."

"What-?" Isis frowned. "The ring is known to be the most cursed artifact. You think anything you said had any value?"

"Try spending 3000 years alone in the dark and see how your mind handles it. Then we'll talk about being cursed."

The two of them glared at each other for a moment. Then Ryou sighed.

"I understand that family is important for you. So do you really wish to lose Marik because you're too stubborn to listen to what he has to say?"

Isis blinked, looked at the spirit, then at her brother. The two still have their hands linked, as if Ryou was trying to appease Marik. It seemed to work since the alter was only looking down, avoiding her eyes. Isis put a hand on her forehead. She let out a long sigh.

"Alright. I'm listening."

"... Sis."

Isis looked up, surprised, and recognised that it was now his brother in front of her.

"Marik!"

The blond raised a hand, palm open, to stop her from getting up.

"Wait. You have to apologize."

"What?"

"To the other me. You have to apologize. You can't say that to him."

Isis blinked, surprised. Out of all the things Marik could have said, she didn't expect him to defend that other personality.

"What do you mean, Marik? He-"

"I know what he did. But he is me. We are the same person. So whatever he does, it's also me doing it. And so, he is your brother too."

"Since how long is he back?"

"He never left. I just lied to you because I knew you would try to get rid of him," Marik sighed. "Look, I'm not proud of lying to you. But you never listen. Not when you think only you can be right."

"Talking of lying. When were you going to tell me you found the puzzle and the ring?"

Marik looked away, and Ryou just shrugged. Couldn't help him with this one.

"I'm sorry… It wasn't to lie, but…" Marik sighed. "Look, I don't care about the Pharaoh. I don't understand why we have to serve a dead guy, sacrifice all our life for it. Everything happened because of him."

"Marik-"

"Besides, Ryou is my friend. I didn't want him to be at risk with the ritual."

Ryou looked at Marik, moved by his word.

"You admitted out loud we were friends. You and Bakura are always so emotionally shuttered. I'm so proud of you."

"You didn't have to say that out loud…" Marik mumbled as he looked away. In his mind, he could hear his alter snorting, "Could be more than friends if you weren't such a coward."

"Shut up you too. You just want to fuck him."

"Yes. But I'm sure this comes from you rather than me."

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This was the deleted scene! Also I wrote that last exchange between the Marik for fun but I didn't want that fic to turn into conspireshipping, so it wouldn't have make it into the fic anyway.

[raylin-creates]

13, 17, 39? Mayhaps?

13: what’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

Ooh that's a toughie. I'm a big fan of the thinking that every rule has exceptions and writing is such a subjective craft that it's difficult to find a rule that can have widespread use...

I guess I'd say "show don't tell" in the sense that it's always in the back of my head and I'm always questioning "is this something that the story would benefit from me showing in detail, or is this something that would be better suited to being told?"

I actually usually get annoyed when people give "show don't tell" as writing advice because it's usually just given at face-value without getting into what it actually means and when it's applicable and when it's not. Both showing and telling have equal roles in writing, and it's a good skill to be able to recognize which is useful in a given scenario.

17: What do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writers block)

With writers block, I usually take a step back and do something else for a bit. Metaphorically banging my head against a wall trying to write doesn't actually help, but doing something to relax and clear my head can make it easier to remember I actually enjoy making stories and get the words flowing again.

Most of my stories are planned out well in advance of any actual writing happening, but if I'm having trouble with inspiration, I'll try to look to the real world for ideas. Things like looking into existing cultures and religions, just seeing all the different ways people can think of the world, is a great way to start looking at your own works from a different view as well. It can also be useful to look at stories and art by children, or see someone try to learn a new skill with no prior experience. Looking at how someone with no preconceived notions interprets something is a fascinating way to see how you can start thinking outside the box!

39: Share a snippet from a WIP

Alright, take a bit from what I'm currently working on. Plenty of Sky angst in this fic

He took a deep breath; the air changed on the surface at night. Everything felt a bit rawer, a bit thinner. As if the laws that governed the world during the day did not have as much sway over the night.

Link climbed to the top of the rail Groose had built. He dangled his legs off the edge and stared at the seal at the bottom of the pit.

“Ah, the stars are lovely, aren’t they?”

Link startled so bad he nearly fell off.

The old woman chuckled.

“I didn’t hear you at all! I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

“Not at all. I rarely sleep these days. I have my own methods of refreshing myself without much need for it.” She rubbed the necklace of blue stones around her neck. “But I doubt the same can be said of young boys from the sky. What’s keeping you up, dear boy?”

[retvenkos]

It got deleted! Fire for the Marauders, Sherlock and SW (any era), guy preference, I'm a girl! I usually hate talking about myself and would rarely share but I'm kind and caring to people. Slytherin and proud. Bookworm who also likes movies. Hate chaos above all, I always have some kind of a schedule in my head. I analyze every detail and am a bit shy, I like being alone but don't mind people. Truly inexperienced in the romantic stuff. INTJ. A bit shy but would making jokes and sarcastic comment

Marauder Era:

I ship you with Remus Lupin!

Alright so you and Remus are the responsible friends of the group, actively bringing down the chaos levels (which, without you, would be insufferable). Together, the two of you bring some semblance of order to the Marauders lives, and trust me, it's much appreciated.

I have no doubt that the two of you met thanks to the bumbling idiot that is James Potter - you and James were paired together for a class in your first year, let's say astronomy, and he gets so behind in the class that the teacher has YOU get him back on track - something about a peer influence. Anyway, you march up to Gryffindor tower to find James and maybe,,,, I don't know,,,, get him to do his homework,,,, and he's hanging outside the portrait hole, making jokes with his friends. You try your best to be reasonable, and your just shy enough to not be rude or anything, but James and Sirius were infuriating first years and they didn't listen to you at all.

When you leave, defeated, Remus runs up after you and tells you he'll try to get James to do his Astronomy homework. You say thanks, and two weeks later, James seems to have taken whatever the brown haired boy said to heart, because he's doing his homework consistently. You decide it's high time you thank this guy for his service, and you start to write him a thank you letter (much less embarrassing than a verbal apology - this way you can't stutter over your words or anything) when you realize you don't know his name. Damn. So now you have to thank him in person, and you approach him before potions. You thank him and he's sheepish and humble about it. Then, before you leave, you make sure to ask him for his name - just in case. Remus Lupin. You tell him yours and that's the end of that.

You see him through the halls in your second and third years, and it isn't until your fourth year that the two of you have reason to speak to each other. You have Potions together, and your partners. For a whole two to three weeks the two of you are pleasant to each other but don't really talk much. Neither of you are great at starting conversations, and it isn't until you see James and Peter pull a very obvious prank on a Slytherin, and Remus cover for them that you actually have something to say to him. "You clearly just lied to the professor." "Me?" And you scoff, but all Remus says is "He doesn't know that, though. Will you keep my secret?" "Sure. Consider it part of my thanks for first year." And you don't think Remus would remember but he does.

After that, the two of you end up talking more, and your crush on the quiet, mischievous gryffindor grows. One time, you hear him arguing with Sirius, defending you, specifically, saying that not ALL slytherins are evil - you certainly aren't.

It's by fifth year that your crush is full blown, and when you have dada with the Gryffindors, you get a little sidetracked by Remus, and when a good friend of yours notices, they tease you mercilessly.

Meanwhile, the marauders are teasing Remus, because he too has a crush on you - one that makes him blush terrible and renders him tongue tied when you're nearby

One day you're walking to the quidditch pitch for the game, and your friend is teasing you terribly about your crush on Remus. You're digging your head into your scarf to hopefully hide your blush, when you run right into Remus. Your friend is quick to fall silent, but you're sure it's a little too late for that. He's no doubt heard.

But.... it's not? Or at the very least, Remus doesn't mention it, just apologizes with a bashful blush and keeps going.

Little do you know, Remus definitely heard it, and now Peter and Sirius are exasperated asking him why he didn't say anything when it was the perfect opportunity. He says it wasn't the right time! You were already thoroughly embarrassed. But now that he knows you like him back.... well, it bodes well for his confidence, which needs all the help it can get.

He approaches you one day in the library, days before the end of school. You're sitting at a table in the corner, actually relaxing for once, a favorite novel in front of you, and Remus hesitantly slides in across from you. For a long while, the two of you just read your own books, until you finish a chapter and look up at Remus. You say you have something for him - a letter, since school is ending soon. You start rambling about how you're going on a trip and it would be fun to write to eachother since you both appreciate history and you'll be going to a few museums and Remus smiles gently and says he'd love to write to you.

You smile, and Remus starts to tell you that he has the biggest crush on you, but he can't being himself to do it, so he talks about his summer plans, too.

When he gets back up to gryffindor tower he's kicking himself because he didn't tell you how he feels, but then he remembers your letter, and he decides to open it.

And in the letter, you tell him how you're almost certain that he heard your friends teasing that day before the quidditch match, when you bumped into him, but in case he didn't (or didn't believe it) you wanted to put the record straight - you like him, and you're terrible with words, so putting it in a letter is the best way you know how to tell him and not completely embarrass yourself.

And Remus runs back to the library to tell you that he got your letter and that he likes you - really likes you - back.

And hell yeah you write letters to eachother over the summer it's vvv sweet.

ANYWAY, you and Remus are a perfect match for each other I'm in love with the idea.

Sherlock:

I ship you with John Waston!

Okay, so both of you have such similar temperaments, I can really see the two of you working out.

You're both introverted, sarcastic, incredibly caring, detail oriented, and bookworms. While John isn't as scheduled as you are (how can you be with a friend like Sherlock Holmes?), he definitely sees the importance in routines and likes doing things in more practical and sensible ways.

Both of you are naturally curious, fairly versatile, and very determined, which makes for a good relationship since your traits and values match up.

I think that John would love the steadiness you being to his life - you are predictable and calm, and you're also independent and able to take care of yourself. John had a lot to worry about on the daily, so the fact that you are reliable is good for him. It allows for a lot of peace of mind.

John would be the one to bring you more in touch with your emotional side - he's a very emotional person, and also very mature. He would bring in a lot of interesting elements to the relationship - simultaneously bringing you out of your comfort zone while also validating your limits and respecting them. You would be an interesting couple to watch.

I love the idea of the two of your writing together for his blog - or you acting as a beta reader and helping him come up with names for each case. The two of you like to sneak in witty jokes and one of your favorite pastimes is seeing how many nonsensical things about Sherlock you can include.

Also! I imagine that your rational though process and your attention to detail is helpful in cases, sometimes, since Sherloxk can get so caught up in the moment and disregard certain elements that might have come in handy. Otherwise, you're great at remembering little things to put in the blog, which makes Sherlock smile.

And may I suggest..... watching movies with John Watson. For once, he is glad he doesn't have Sherlock talking in his ear, going on about the inaccuracies or about how ridiculous it all is. BUT, he finds himself telling you some of the things that Sherlock would say, and the two of you talk through the movie, chatting about what tropes you think are washed up, and what dynamics you love to death.

When you read, though, it's a different story and the two of you are quiet. John will make you a tea or coffee and you spend the day on the couch, just reading and enjoying the other's presence.

Star Wars:

I ship you with Commander Cody!

Alright, but we support clones on this blog, and commander Cody is one of the best clones.

First of all, both of you are very similar. Both of you are smart, determined, thoughtful and versatile people who would work well in sync with one another. You're not the most trusting of people, but one your loyalty is earned, it's earned for life and you would lay down your life for the other. You are both strong willed people, and yet you also carry a deep tenderness to you.

Cody absolutely loves how well read you are - he loves to listen to your stories (especially if they have a good, soft ending) and he loves the way you look at books - the little details you remember, the ideas that you hold onto. It's a great escape for him, listening to you talk about the novels you've read or listening to you read aloud. This world goes so fast and there's so much evil that he sees, so to hear something good - something slow that progresses to a happy ending - means the world to him. It's a little bit of softness he allows himself.

He also loves your shyness. He thinks it's cute, how someone so smart and strong - someone who by all means should have a healthy amount of confidence - is quiet and mostly goes under the radar. It's also a nice compliment to his more commanding presence.

You are both just humble enough to have great respect while also being just outgoing enough when you're in the right setting, and it's perfect. There's never confusion between the two of you over why you're more quiet in some places or more extroverted in others. You just understand the other.

You are also just so caring of others - Cody cared for his brothers more than anything in the world, and to find someone just as caring is good for him. He loves with his whole heart, and he's glad you do, too.

Oh, and the two of you together? The most sarcastic - the galaxy was unprepared for your combined energies, and it's been unstable ever since.

I also can't get enough of you together in the field - maybe you're a Jedi or a recruit pilot or something, but the two of you fighting together is peak. You're both smart and practical in your approach to things, and you're also very determined and ambitious - you would always have each others backs and you approach problems in the same way, so you work efficiently as well.

But, then again, the quiet moments the two of you share are pretty sweet - you force Cody into watching movies with you, and he actually gets really into them. He loves sci fi and fantasy, and he probably really likes silent films or foreign films too. Idk why, I just get the vibes.

Oh! And if you ever want a good laugh, ask Cody about the shenanigans that Obi-Wan pulls througho it the day. He gets so exasperated by all the little things that the Jedi pulls, and listening to him rant about them is very funny.

[ivyruins]

Hello! Can I request the LIs' and Onion's (or only the LIs if you want to) reaction to overhearing MC on a call with their friends ranting/rambling about them? { Sorry if it doesn't make sense }

a/n: its alright, I get you anon :D! I'm trying out a new style of writing (scenarios without the bullet points) so i hope this is alright!

+ I wasn't sure if you wanted it to be angst, so this one's fluff ^^!

cw: slightly suggestive in quest's, but only briefly!

nightowl

nightowl had just returned home when he heard you say his name followed by a fit of giggles.

following the direction of the voice, he found you in the living room, laying on your back as the tv plays on some netflix movie you've abandoned to talk to who he assumed was your friend on the phone. you didn't see him yet, the couch facing away from him, and he stops to hear.

"oh please, as if he'd let me leave him for one second! he's really clingy," you say, no malice in your tone. instead, you sounded lovesick, "haha, what do you mean you're jealous? sorry, he's mine~" you giggle, your friend over the phone pouting over how lucky you are, "he's just... perfect. I used to think I knew everything about love. but here he is, showing me how much I've missed out from my last relationship with... well, you know."

nightowl feels his eyes become glossy. blinking the tears away, he takes the opportunity to walk up from behind you, where you were laying on the armrest, and lean down. his grin wide, yet soft, as he plucks the phone from your hand, pressing a kiss onto your lips.

"hey there, cutie. talking about me?"

cue your friend sobbing over the phone at the other end after hearing that, feeling extremely single.

Quest

"and he cleaned everything up by himself. I was asleep already- no, I am not lying! he did! what a gentleman, right?!" you exclaim, "and I wouldn't have known if I didn't remember waking up to running water. he didn't even tell me!"

quest flushes when he realized what you were talking about. he had just entered the kitchen to grab a snack in the middle of his zoom meeting, and had overhead part of your conversation. he didn't want to assume; but he didn't think there was any other logical explanation as to what you were talking about of it isn't… well..

"what are you talking about?! it's fucking massive-"

"love?" quest interrupts before he could hear more of what you were about to say. he was flattered, really. he had just not expected to walk into you speaking so casually about your private life, "are you…"

"oh! quest!" you jump slightly at the sight of your boyfriend, "ill call you back," you say to your friend, before hanging up. you walk over to him, pressing a kiss against his cheek, "my friend is impressed, you know."

"y-yeah?" quest stammers, not really sure how to reply to that, "um, why did you tell them that?"

"huh?" you asked, tilting your head in confusion, "about us making a huge ass cake at three in the morning? oh, I thought it was funny. I'm glad it didn't go to waste, though. here, take it as a snack!" you smile, opening the fridge to grab a slice for him.

quest blinks. oh

nakedtoaster

glancing at the clock, which read one in the morning, toaster sets down their headphones.

it was late, and they didn't realize they had been gaming for so long. saying goodbye to xyx on vc, they lean back against their chair. you would've been asleep now, right?

heading into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, they realized the lights were on. smiling, toasty assumed you were grabbing a snack in the middle of the night. wanting to sneak up on you, he walks quietly, slowly- but then he hears you talking to someone.

"I'm crazy bad at the game, but they just make it look so easy!" you exclaim, voice muffled over the sound of food, "I don't mind it, though. you should see them playing, it's really fucking attractive. ah how did I get so lucky?- hey, why are you laughing? simp? I'm not-!" the sound of a bowl falling and breaking catches them off guard, and toast immediately jumps out from where they were hiding behind the wall to help you.

"are you okay?" they asked, grabbing your hand, "shit, you're bleeding. let me grab a bandaid, stay here."

you were too focused on the realization that they were there... and they had heard you rambling them. the cut on your hand forgotten. you flushed red, stepping back, feeling embarrassed, "you… you were eavesdropping!"

stopping in their tracks, toasty turned around, face confused, but you could tell they were hiding a grin by the slight curve of their lips upwards, "sorry, I don't understand what you're saying. come on, let me clean your hand. would you like to watch me play after that?"

"toast!"

xyx

"I love him so much. I can't just get him something-" you pause, listening to your friend on the other line, "no, you don't get it! he can get any gift he wants himself, I have to get him something special! it's his birthday, come on, help me think here…"

xyx had just gotten home from work, and stopped the moment he heard you speaking to someone in your bedroom. a smile crept onto his face when he realized what he was listening in on. he didn't want to keep eavesdropping, but the distressed tone of your voice was too enthralling, and he couldn't help but lean against the open door, your back to him, unexpecting.

from inside, you huff, "what do you mean 'your love for him is enough'?" you chuckle, "that's cheesy. of course I love him, fuck, I'd marry him right now if I could. get down on one knee and everything. but I can't do that on his birthday…"

xyx's eyes widened at the blatant mention of marriage. it wasn't a surprise to him, you've both talked about it before. both agreeing on marriage in the future- but hearing you say it, as if you were impatient to confirm your future life together forever…

he felt his chest tighten. fuck, he was smitten.

from the room, you sigh, "yeah, you're right… I guess he will just like whatever I get him, won't he? what a loser, I can't believe he likes someone like me." you say lightheartedly, but a little insecurity bleeding out at the end, "ill call you back, he should be home by n-ow!"

yelping, you threw your phone on the bed when you felt yourself being lifted up, thinking it was someone who broke into your house, your legs kicked wildly.

"let me go! i swear to god my boyfriend will kick your fucking ass-"

"doll, calm down," xyx laughs, setting you down on the bed, legs trapping you in place, "maybe that wasn't a good idea, my apologies."

you stare up at in in confusion, before your face heats up, "you… heard the conversation, didn't you?"

"more of a ramble really," he grins, leaning down to press a kiss under your jaw, his breath hot. "its alright, we have more important things to settle. now, what was that about 'liking someone like you?' are you doubting me? must I prove it?"

Onionthief

Onion had just finished paying for both your meals, you having to step out to take a call from your friend. he had assumed you were done when he stepped out, but he was proven wrong when he saw you on the bench, hands frantically waving as you were passionately talking about something.

He didn't want to interrupt, but he did want to at least tell you he would be in the shop next door before he goes. walking over to you, he hears that the conversation was a little more interesting than he thought it was.

"you seriously don't have to check up on me everytime, I'm fine! he takes good care of me," you say, softer towards the end, "he's… different. he invited me to dinner- even fucking paid for it. I love him so much. I promise you I'm okay. I'm… really hopeful for the future. I hope he wants to spend his lifetime with me as well."

"of course I do," he says immediately, not caring if you would catch him overhearing your conversation. he had to get rid of that seed of doubt in your head before it grew, and he is. he gently grabs your phone and pushes it away- your friend on the other line confused- and pressed a kiss onto your forehead.

"don't doubt it. and I love you too."

[threepointseven]

Hii I hope you're having a good day/night! I'm so thankful you're doing all my commissions ❤❤ Can you write an angst fic about really kind and forgiving MC dying bc of the brothers, and years later they are reincarnated as an angel that's harsh and cold towards demons (except barbatos and diavolo) and the brothers are "I expected this but it damn it really hurts"

Type- scenario 🍄

Flowers included!🌼= Lucifer x gn! Reader, diavolo x Gn! Reader

Note🍀= hello!!! I apologize so so much this took so long!! I was too busy cause i had exams and then lightning strikes in my neighborhood which kills the electricity for like a whole day and a half! Im so sorry it took so long :(( but im actually really proud of this one but its quite long so please read it!! Ily bye <3

💐Your bouquet has been delivered <3💐

The brothers are kind..!

The brothers can change.

The brothers may physically be demons but you’ve seen them, theyre angels at heart!

Its what ive always told myself. Ive always tried to convince my bruised heart that they are simply lost, they need space they need time. If im patient enough, they’ll most definitely welcome me..!

I always take the time to take care of them. When they need it the most! When they need cuddles i’ll be there, when they need someone to listen i’ll be there. I vowed to always be by their side. I want to be their homeland.

How did it come to this..?

I say as i drown in this endless ocean, the water pressure suffocating me, my body simply waiting to dissolve into the demon made sea water.

Oh right… the brothers.. managed to trick me.

“Y/n… we need to talk.. a problem has occurred in each one of our bodies, it’s ruined our ability to use any kind of power.”

“W-what?! Lucifer, guys are you alright?! Is there any way i can help?!”

“Yes.. but it involves you.”

I was of course quite hesitant at first, but i’d do anything for the brothers.. after all theyve done nothing but showed me love. And i prayed that it wasnt a delusion..

“It’s a ritual of sorts.. we’ll summon you into this space and the water will slowly suck out only a quarter of your human energy. It’s nothing too big, you’ll come out alive and uninjured, just slightly tired”

I was tricked and fell into the demons trap as he smothered his lies with a smile, i was lured into their cruel trap as they smirk away and watch my body rot in an ocean they made to kill me, for their own benefit.

“You were good to us, Y/N”

I hear their voices in synch in my head. Make it stop.. let me die peacefully, let me die elegantly and calm, please.

My constant attempts at screaming “help” failed as the sea water choked me.

“Thank you for being our sacrifice, my dear Y/N”

Dont call me “dear”, please dont.

My tears blended with the sea water as i blankly wait for it to end. Where will i go..? I wonder if i’ll become one with the earth.. or reincarnate back home.. i havent seen my mom in a while.. or my father.. maybe after this, i’ll be able to give them a hug..!

Hang in there Y/N..!

I tell myself as my life flashes in front of me, the times i gave the brothers my everything. Ive never done anything wrong have i..? Ive tried my best to be the kindest i can!

Do i deserve this?

I close my eyes calmly, accepting the beat of my heart coming to a stop. As i feel my end a bright light appears in my mind, feathers of white and gold tips flowing with the breeze. The beauty blinds me as my body shuts down. The feeling of being remade pops into my head. Remade? No thats not the word…

The feeling of melancholy washes over me and i seem to have my consciousness back. My eyes adjust to the pure white walls and the gold smudges i see through my eyes.

“W-where am i..?”

“Y/N.”

This voice..

“Simeon?”

Sitting on my knees trying to get up and i stumble slightly at the foreign feeing of a weight on my back before rubbing my eyes. There are 3 males who stand in front of me, and others which i cannot seem to recognize.

“Simeon,, luke, and … michael..? “

I regain my composure and look around, i gasp as the wings that are suddenly on my back, and i look to see that im fitted in a white robe, the fabric glides down my legs and my arms and a confused expression paints my face.

“W-whats happening?!”

“Calm down Y/n”

Simeons gentle voice soothes me and he pats my shoulders

“The brothers killed you 1 week ago. It is my job to decide who is allowed to cross to the celestial realm, and i decided that you, Y/N L/N will reside here, as you are more than deserving of being an angel.”

My eyes widen and i stutter, my legs stumbling as Michael says firmly.

“The celestial realm..? Killed… oh, i remember. “

The unpleasant memory comes back to me and i hug myself. That day everything changed, i was somewhat of a special civilian of the celestial realm, and yes it may be because im lilith’s descendant but it seems like the people in the celestial realm couldnt care less about how im her descendant.

I came to forget about the title of “liliths descendant” as everyone saw me as me. Not someone who reminded them of Lilith, that feeling i havent felt in while due to the brothers constant sayings of “you’re like lilith.”

“Demons are unethical and brutal! I simply will not involve myself with them anymore! Except you too of course!”

Diavolo laughs as barbatos serves us some tea, grinning softly at my resentment of demons. Its been almost a month since ive become an angel, the celestial realm is good to me. I requested that the news about me being reincarnated as an angel be kept a secret to devildom, i do not wish to meet the brothers face to face again..

Our joyful laughs are interrupted by a sudden slam of the door opening. My eyes widen in shock, so do barbatos’ and diavolo’s as i freeze at the sight of the 7 sins, my murderers. I scowl at their presence and furrow my brows.

“What brings you here? Interrupting my afternoon tea with Diavolo and barbatos..”

I angrily pick up the tea cup and avoid their eyes.

“Y/N- youve been reincarnated..!”

Mammon, the man i once had much faith in runs to me, his arms attempting to wrap around me before i glare at him and move away.

“What do you need?”

I ask passive aggressively looking at the regretful faces of the demons.

“Y/N, please let us talk to you-“

“No. I may be an angel but im afraid im not kind enough to interact with the demons who killed me.”

I glare at them menacingly, the rope in my

Mind that stabilized my temper threatening to break.

“It seems you’ve made Y/N quite uncomfortable, do see yourselves out.”

Barbatos adds in staring at the brothers blankly.

“Im in awe, i never realized how despicable demons are. You two are an exception..”

I mumble the last part and frown at the brothers, pointing to the door.

“You’re acting childish Y/N-“

“IM acting childish?! You deceived me and tricked me for the sake of your own benefits! Not for the sake of protecting devildom or Diavolo, no. You killed me to make your powers stronger and didnt even use them for good! You killed me for the sake of your endless greed and crave to be stronger than everyone else. I do not want to talk to you children if you will continue to call me the one childish.”

“…we’re sorry.. Y/N..”

Satan mumbles before closing the door with glassy eyes.

Tears brimmed at my eyes and i stumble back onto the chair urging them to leave, the 7 cower as they leave the castle and Diavolo comforts me.

I pray that i dont need to see them again.. the men who murdered me cause of their greed they couldnt control, i will continue to serve as a citizen in the celestial realm, i am no longer a doormat to those demons.

[griffintail]

Hi I'm so so sorry for bothering you! I absolutely love your child reader x parent dreamsmp series, it's amazing!! I had an idea for the lost ones though, or a seperate scenario if that's okay!!! What if the baby was a witch? Witches exist in minecraft, so what if as the child gets older, their powers grow. Windows breaking when they cry, things floating mid air, sparks and fires from their hands, things like that?? I think it'd be really interesting if you want to write it!! If not all the lost ones, then just tge sbi seperate please! Thank you so so very much, i love this series and i cant wait till the next part!!!!!

Magical Born

Pairings: Tommy, Technoblade, Wilbur, Philza, and Ghostbur x F! Child! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of raids, mentions of death, light blood, light violence

A/N: It’s based on Lost Ones Canon, all over the timeline, but it is NOT canon. I didn’t write all of Lost Ones because it’s already a lot to write Lost Ones as its own entity :P I added Ghostbur though for fun because I just really like Ghostbur. Technically he’s part of the SBI!

I went further than planned though so enjoy. ♥

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TommyInnit

        Tommy screamed as he ran from Fundy, who had caught him stealing from his house, (Y/N) sitting on his shoulders as she laughed. He was making for the sewers as (Y/N) waved at Fundy.

        “Bye, bye furry.” She smiled.

        “YOU’RE SO DEAD TOMMY!” Fundy shouted.

        But now Tommy was laughing hysterically as he quickly turned a corner and made for Tubbo’s entrance into the sewer. Tubbo startled when his door opened.

        “What the—” Tubbo questioned.

        “No time, good luck big man.” Tommy saluted, (Y/N) waving her hand before Tommy held (Y/N) and jumped into the entrance.

        “WHERE IS HE!” Fundy came in a moment later.

        “Damn it, Tommy,” Tubbo muttered under his breath.

        Tommy laughed as he pushed his wet hair back, (Y/N) clapping her hands.

        “Big score for us little (F/L). And extra disc time for calling him furry.” Tommy grinned. “Let’s get home with it all.” Tommy walked along the pathway, letting (Y/N) walk behind him.

        (Y/N) clapped excitedly hearing extra disc time. She bounced slightly behind him as Tommy was bragging about this adventure.

        “The furry may be an easy target to take, but we managed to escape successfully, becoming richer!” Tommy said to the little girl, who continued to bounce, announcing as she did.

        “Boing!” She giggled.

        Tommy chuckled, not looking back at her. She had a lot of energy like him and always had to find easy solutions to let it out.

        “Boing!” She squealed with delight and Tommy froze where he was walking as she…float over and past him??

        “…What the fuck?!” He shouted, dropping the bag of stolen loot.

        “Boing!” She jumped over to the other walkway of the sewer water.

        Tommy put his hands through his hair as he watched his child fucking float.

        “What the fuck is going on?” He muttered, looking around.

        She jumped over to him, and he yelped as he caught her, staring at her.

        “Hi, big man.” She giggled.

        “We’re going back to Tubbo.” Tommy nodded, picking the bag and walking back down the tunnel. “No jumping.”

        (Y/N) gave a pout but didn’t jump as she followed after Tommy. He had her go up the ladder first before following after. Luckily, Tubbo had gotten rid of Fundy, looking rather miffed as he went back to sorting his chests.

        “I already got rid of Fundy, what are you doing?” Tubbo groaned, seeing the pair.

        “Dude, you got to see this, I don’t get it,” Tommy told him. “Ok, (Y/N) jump.”

        She smiled again before bouncing around. Tubbo raised an eyebrow as she bounced around like normal and Tommy was concerned for his mental health for a moment when she started to take large leaps again.

        “What the hell!” Tubbo freaked out.

        “Exactly!” Tommy motioned to the girl, who was making her own sound effects as she jumped.

        “Could…has she always done this?”

        “NO! You think I wouldn’t say if she always did this?!”

        “What the hell?” Tubbo put a hand on his head.

        “I know!”

        Then (Y/N) jumped too high and hit her head on the ceiling, crashing on the ground.

        “Shit!” Tommy flailed his arms for a moment before rushing over to the little girl.

        He made sure she had no serious injuries as she started to tear up then cry.

        “Hey, it’s ok.” Tommy tried to assure her, gently rubbing where she hit her head.

        But she only cried harder and Tommy and Tubbo both screamed as the windows in the room exploded. Tommy was hugging (Y/N) to him, looking at Tubbo with wide eyes as Tubbo was looking around wildly at the shattered glass.

        “What’s going on?” Tubbo gestured wildly to the windows.

        “I don’t know!” Tommy said exasperated, still gently rubbing his hand on her head, the effect doing good now.

        The little girl died down to sniffles as Tommy connected the dots.

        “Wait, she cried and the windows broke. I think that was her.”

        “What?”

        “I-I don’t get how it works but she’s doing these crazy things.”

        “Do-Do you think she’s magic or some crap?” Tubbo threw out whatever he could.

        Tommy’s eyes went wide as he nodded. “That has to be it! I mean…I don’t know where she came from after all.” He muttered now, looking at the little girl.

        “So, what, she’s a witch?” Tubbo huffed.

        “I guess…” Then Tommy’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Tubbo, can you imagine all the things we could get away with?”

        Tubbo frowned as Tommy now, as Tommy put (Y/N) down as she had calmed down.

        “This could be great! We’ll need to figure out how to teach her of course…”

        “We don’t even know what we’re doing with her as a normal kid!” Tubbo flailed his arms.

        “But she’s still alive.” Tommy pointed at his friend and Tubbo put his head in his hands. “We’ll be the greatest, richest crime trio!”

        “She’s a child!” Tubbo protested but Tommy picked (Y/N) up.

        “You can help me out now little (F/L).”

        The chaos they could cause once they figured out exactly (Y/N)’s powers were. Tommy couldn’t wait.

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Wilbur

        “Alright little star, we have to go talk with a few people today but after, we’ll play together, just you and me,” Wilbur promised the little girl as he held her hand.

        They were wearing their matching L’Manberg uniforms and (Y/N) was humming as she walked beside him, their first stop at Niki’s bakery.

        “Ok.” She nodded with a smile.

        “Thank you, little star. Why don’t we get some cookies from Niki to make sure we’re not hungry while we walk?” Wilbur offered with a smile.

        “Yes pwease!” (Y/N) grinned.

        “Please.” Wilbur corrected gently.

        “Hello!” Niki greeted the pair as they came in. “How are you two?”

        “We’re well Niki, I hope you are as well.” Niki nodded and Wilbur went on. “I’ve come to talk to a few the citizens around L’Manberg,” Wilbur told her. “And we were also hoping to have some of your best cookies while we’re working.”

        “Your very best.” (Y/N) agreed.

        “Of course, I just finished a new batch. Would you like to see?”

        (Y/N) looked up at Wilbur with puppy dog eyes and he chuckled. “Alright, but you have to stay away from the furnaces, they’re going to be hot.”

        “Ok!” She nodded before the two went around back into Niki’s area.

        As (Y/N) watched the woman in infatuation put a new batch into the oven as she was taking the other out, putting them up to cool for the few minutes Wilbur was talking with her about how her life in L’Manberg was. The adults continued to talk as (Y/N) was now looking at the furnaces curiously, wondering how the fire worked to make the cookies.  While she was, Niki suddenly screamed, making the little girl jump as Wilbur looked around in a panic to see why she screamed.

        Wilbur saw after a moment, (Y/N)’s hands had little fires on them! (Y/N) spotted them as well and gave a shriek as his reactions kicked in as he spotted a bucket of water. He snatched it up before quickly throwing it on his little girl. The fire was gone as the girl stood soaking wet, Wilbur bolting over to check her hands.

        “I told you not to go near the furnaces!” Wilbur scolded as he carefully took her hands.

        “I-I didn’t daddy.”

        Wilbur looked at her hands confused though. She didn’t have a single burn.

        “How…” He muttered.

        “I stayed away. Just like you said.” (Y/N) shifted uncomfortably in her wet clothes.

        Wilbur looked at Niki, who had run and came back with a health potion.

        “She’s not hurt,” Wilbur told her.

        “What?” Niki looked at him with wide eyes.

        “I-I don’t know how,” Wilbur said, looking back at the little girl, freezing up as he did.

        All of the sudden…her clothes and hair were completely dry! He hesitated before touching her jacket, indeed finding it free of water.

        “Niki…I have no clue what’s going on.” Wilbur gently pulled (Y/N) to him. “Sweetie, how did you do that?”

        “Do what?” She asked confused.

        “You don’t have any water on you anymore.” Wilbur pointed out to her and she looked at her clothes, before shrugging.

        “I don’t know.”

        “Have…you ever done that before?” He questioned and she shrugged again.

        “How…how do you think it happened,” Niki asked him.

        “I’m not sure,” Wilbur muttered. “I need to send a letter to Phil or Techno; they’ve seen a lot more things in their time. I appreciate it if you didn’t mention this to anyone Niki.”

        “Of course.” The soft-spoken woman nodded.

        “Thank you, we’re going to go home early little star.” Wilbur stood up.

        Niki still gave them a few cookies and Wilbur brought (Y/N) home, making a bird call outside first.

        “Whoa, that was cool!” (Y/N) grinned as a crow landed on Wilbur’s shoulder.

        “It’s one of my father’s crows, they’re usually all around,” Wilbur told her as they went inside.

        “Your dad?”

        “I guess I’ve never told you about him.” Wilbur chuckled quietly as he sat, writing a letter to both Techno and Phil. “My father, Philza Mine Craft, is pretty old but he’s a great dad. He taught me a lot and he’s been through a lot. I’ve told him about you a few times, I suppose I forgot to tell you about him in return.” Wilbur ruffled her hair lightly, making her giggle. “I don’t talk to my brother Techno as much though…we had some arguments in the past. I’m hoping maybe we’ll put that aside to see what be happening with you.”

        He signed off the letters and let the crow have them before they flew off.

        “We’ll know in a few days though I suppose. Now, let’s play some music while we eat these cookies.” Wilbur offered out.

        Waiting for a return letter became a little more desperate the next few days. Not only had Wilbur found his daughter’s hands liked to spontaneously combust with flames sometimes, through some careful observing, but he also found if she was particularly happy she’d find herself being able to jump to his height; and thanks to Tommy, when the boy had come to visit to get instructions from Wilbur, he decided to scare the little girl, causing her to scream and Tommy, in turn, screamed when all the windows shattered.

        “Not a word!” Wilbur immediately demanded as he made sure (Y/N) wouldn’t step on any glass. “To anyone.”

        “What the fuck?!” Tommy screeched.

        Wilbur was tempted to force the boy to stay at the house to ensure word didn’t get out but after a bit of time, he got Tommy to promise him. Finally, two separate letters came in to tell him the same thing.

        (Y/N) might be a witch.

        Techno was a bit blunter about it, proceeding to tell Wilbur off a bit for just taking some orphan, but Wilbur knew it was just his brother’s ways and didn’t hold it against him. Phil’s letter had a bit more useful information and he had once researched witches. Wilbur kept that letter safe as he came out to find (Y/N) jumping around with her powers. She was smart and figured out how to activate it, she often liked to play with her floating power.

        Wilbur wondered what else she might be able to do…It was a rather terrifying thought but he’d learn regardless. She was still his little star, witch or not.

        “You’re getting good at that little star.” Wilbur praised as he came over.

        He also let the thought cross his mind if that’s why she was abandoned but pushed it away. That didn’t matter, she was his little girl now and they’d figure it out together.

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Technoblade

        Techno watched from the porch with crossed arms as (Y/N) laughed while running from Tommy, who was armed with two snowballs. Tommy did know how to bring the energy out of his kid. (Y/N) stumbled and fell, Tommy, grinning with victory as he stood over her but the little girl reacted fast and threw snow at him before running again with a giggle at Tommy’s temporary blindness.

        Tommy shouted profanities as Techno smirked, the voices praising his child. That’s his little girl.

        “How much longer are you two going to be out here?” Techno called now.

        “Not much longer!” Tommy shouted before swearing again as (Y/N) managed to hit with a snowball while he was distracted. “THAT’S CHEATING!”

        “All is fair in war!” She demanded.

        “Don’t track snow in the house,” Techno told them before going back into the house.

        Phil was tending to one of his crows as Techno came back in.

        “They alright?” Phil asked.

        “They’re fine.” Techno nodded, going over to his enchanting equipment.

        “I’m proud of you, mate. For taking in that little girl and making sure she’s happy.”

        Techno simply shrugged as he was glad, he had taken in the little girl as well. Life would be nearly the same. He often thought about how things might have been different if she wasn’t around, he probably would have already taken out L’Manberg but he held back for her. He didn’t need people hunting him down again right now and find out about her…

        He was taking off his pick to put a new enchantment on it when his world slowed hearing a scream and Tommy shouting loudly. Running out with his pick in hand, Phil grabbing his sword off a chest as he ran after, he found (Y/N) shaking on the ground as a wolf stalked towards her as Tommy had a bloody arm. Techno dropped his pick as he ran over, taking off his crossbow, a bolt already loaded.

        He took a shot at the wolf but his panic made him sloppy and he missed! It went over the wolf, it not noticing until…

        The bolt turned around all of the sudden and hit the wolf right in the front leg. It gave a yelp, snarling as it backed away from the little girl now, who was scrambling back.

        “B-Bad wolf!” She shouted as she shook.

        The wolf noticed the approaching pissed off man and cut its losses, running off with a limp. Techno was most certainly confused about the bolt but he had other worries. Phil was already going over, tending to Tommy as Techno came next to (Y/N), putting a hand on her shoulder.

        “You, ok? It didn’t hurt you, did it?” He asked as he quickly checked the little girl.

        “No.” She shook her head before hugging him. “It hurt Tommy.”

        “I know, Phil’s got him though.” Techno hugged her before picking her up. “Let’s get inside.”

        Phil was helping Tommy inside as Techno followed, picking up his pick.

        “If it hurt Tommy, is it ok it got hurt?” (Y/N) asked Techno.

        “Yes, because it was about to hurt you too. So, it’s ok. That’s defense.” Techno told her but he wasn’t sure what happened.

        The bolt had certainly missed and then flew back, striking it in the leg.

        “I didn’t want to hurt it.” She mumbled. “But it’s right.”

        Techno was confused by her words, but maybe she had gotten confused with her own words. He put it to the side for now as he spent a bit of time with her for the rest of the day to make sure she was alright. After he put her down to sleep, he came down into the main room where Phil was sitting by the fire. Techno sat across from him and brought up the thought he had put aside.

        “(Y/N) said something weird today.”

        “What was that?” Phil looked at him.

        “She said she didn’t want to hurt that wolf. Like she was the one who fired the crossbow.”

        Phil hummed, looking out the window. “Something was weird, I saw that bolt move on it’s on.”

        “Good, I’m not losing my mind.”

        Phil gave a quiet laugh. “Not yet my son. But something odd did happen. Have you ever seen anything like that?”

        “No…Not around here at least. I’ve seen witches do stuff like that though. That’s why they’re difficult to kill sometimes.” Techno took off his mask for the day, putting it down safely on the fireplace mantle. “If there had been a good witch around, I’d say it was them.”

        “I haven’t seen a witch in some time. Pretty rare these days, some people don’t like their power with magic and hunt them down. They’ve pretty much gone into hiding.” Phil nodded.

        “Sounds about right,” Techno grumbled, leaning against the stone of the fireplace, closing his eyes.

        “Mate, you don’t think…(Y/N) might be a witch?”

        “Doubt it. Would have meant she was magic born; they wouldn’t have just left her on someone’s doorstep for them to die.”

        “It’s rare but she could have been naturally born, with normal parents, and we’re now just finding out.”

        “Even then, when she was born, she shows signs. A magical birth has effects while they’re born. The parents would have known.”

        That made Techno frown now at the thought as he looked over at quiet Phil, who had the same frown. They were both thinking the same thing; what if they left her because of the magical birth?

        “It would explain why she said she hurt the wolf.” Phil leaned back as well on the other side of the fireplace.

        “Yeah…I’ll find out more in the mor—”

        Both Phil and Techno jumped up with muscle memory at the sound of (Y/N) screaming. Phil’s crows cried out in panic as Techno was first up the ladder to find (Y/N) whimpering as she hugged herself as a few objects floated around the room. Techno went to her side as Phil came up, Tommy shouting up as he had been startled awake by the noise.

        “Hey, it’s ok little goddess,” Techno muttered to her, putting a hand on her side.

        “T-The wo-wolf.” She whimpered.

        “It can’t hurt you. I won’t let it.” Techno told her, sitting next to her and pulling her into him. “And neither will Phil or Tommy.”

        She gave a few more soft whimpers before everything in the room slowly floated down, Tommy standing on the ladder, watching amazement.

        “You’re alright,” Techno promised, looking at Phil, the two sharing a meaningful look. “We won’t let anything or one hurt you.”

        There was just more of a reason to keep (Y/N) their secret. He’d have to brush up on his knowledge about witches as well.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Phil

        “Alright, it’s been a while since I’ve done this,” Phil told the little girl. “So, I got to do a bit of practice.”

        “Ok.” The little girl tried to have patience as she was taught but couldn’t help but bounce in excitement.

        Phil chuckled, ruffling her hair, before spreading his wings. “Ok, let’s see if I still remember this…”

        He took a deep breath before taking flight; he grinned as he felt the wind flying by, enjoying the wonderful memories that came to him. Flying had been something he had really missed. From the ground, (Y/N) cheered in the snow as she jumped, clapping. Phil chuckled at his little girl’s reaction as he took a few warm-up laps to make sure his wings were truly back in shape.

        Techno looked up from his work at the commotion, coming out as he took off his glasses. Going out, he looked to see Phil snapping by in flight and he smiled watching his father flying again. He had seen how it affected him to be trapped on the ground. Across the field, he spotted his little sister running after their father rather uselessly but she jumped as she followed after the older man, cheering as she did.

        The older brother shook his head as he watched his father again as he leaned his back on the railing, a few of Phil’s crows flying beside him as they were going over the roof. Techno was watching when another figure went over his head, giving a shriek.

        “Techno!” (Y/N) said and Techno fell backward off the railing of the steps, his cape over his face, but he shouted out.

        “PHIL!”

        Phil looked over to find his daughter now falling to the ground?! With practiced ease, he turned and caught the girl before she hit the ground. He took a bit of a crash into the snow as his crows gave out a few cries in panic but he was alright. It wasn’t the first time he had crashed after a flight.

        (Y/N) looked around a bit of daze before grinning and throwing up her arms. “Again!”

        “Did you throw her?!” Phil exclaimed as Techno threw his cape off his face.

        “What!? No!” Techno huffed as he stood up, brushing snow off himself. “I was watching you and all of the sudden she was over my head!”

        “That makes no sense, mate.”

        “I didn’t throw her; I actually like her more than my brothers.”

        Phil looked at the little girl, who was still grinning even though she could have gotten hurt. “What happened?”

        “I jumped and I flew like you! It was a bit scary and I almost fell.” She told him animatedly. “But then you caught me and it was like Whoosh!”

        Phil looked at Techno as Techno was raising an eyebrow at the explanation.

        “Y-You jumped and flew?” Phil turned his attention back to her.

        She nodded. “I was jumping after you because I was excited.”

        “Why…don’t we go inside and then I’ll take you on a flight, alright?” Phil asked her.

        She gave a little pout but nodded. He nodded as well before standing up, letting her walk on her own. Techno followed the pair in and they let (Y/N) be before Phil spoke to Techno alone.

        “I…have a feeling (Y/N) might have magic.”

        “You think?” Techno snorted. “Where’d you find her again?”

        “A village during a raid,” Phil muttered, glancing over at (Y/N) as she was playing with a few of her toys as one of his crows kept an eye on her as a few of them were just as protective of her as he was.

        “They could have been there to get her family. Pillagers tend to like magic and hearing about magic users, they probably were there for them.”

        Phil nodded. It made sense; the village he had found was a pretty small farming village it had seemed. It had been odd to him how they were raided but now it made a bit of sense…

        “Guess I’ll have to brush up a bit on my witch knowledge. It’s been a few years since I’ve run across one, good or bad.”

        “Yeah, it’s been some time. Heard around the arctic that a few of them were going into hiding. Probably because of the pillagers.” Techno nodded, as he went over to his potions to do a bit of work.

        “Dadza! Your crows talk?!” (Y/N) exclaimed in excitement.

        Phil paled as Techno snorted into his potion ingredients chest.

        “You need to learn what the hell they can do too,” Techno said.

        That was going to take a bit of time to learn.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ghostbur

        “No one else was in the room where it happened. The room where it happened. The room where it happened.”

        Ghostbur clapped as he sat on nothing as he floated above the ground as he watched his daughter sing and do her own little dance. Tommy had taught her all about his favorite musical and taught her a few of the songs. She now wanted to show off what she learned to her father and Ghostbur was more than happy to sit and watch his little blue. He even made sure Friend was there to give her a proper little audience.

        She stumbled over a few words occasionally but he loved watching and listening to her regardless. Once she finished the song, she gave a little curtsy with her hoodie and Ghostbur clapped, giving a joking call of an encore as Friend gave a baa. She giggled, coming over and hugging him. He gladly returned the hug, nuzzling the top of her hoodie.

        “That was wonderful little blue! I can teach you a few more songs and you can sing more for Friend and me!” He smiled.

        “Please.” She nodded eagerly.

        “I’ll have to get a few of my books from L’Manberg, so we can do it tomorrow,” Ghostbur promised her. “We can all go visit Phil as well and you can show him how wonderful you are. Wasn’t it wonderful Friend?”

        The sheep gave another noise and (Y/N) giggled, letting go of Ghostbur and hugged Friend now.

        “Thank you, Friend. You’re a very good friend.”

        “We should get inside, it’s almost time for dinner.” Ghostbur stood now.

        “Ok, can I ride on you, Friend?” She asked the sheep and the sheep didn’t make a noise of acceptance or protest. “He said yes.”

        “Thank you, Friend,” Ghostbur told their sheep friend before putting (Y/N) on top of the sheep.

        After, he took the lead and took the pair to their home in Logstedshire. (Y/N) gently petted Friend’s wool as Ghostbur brought the pair inside, not seeing Tommy, which meant he was downstairs in his chest room.

        “What do you want to eat today little blue?” Ghostbur asked the girl as he helped her off Friend.

        “Carrots and potatoes.”

        “Ok.” Ghostbur nodded, petting Friend before going to cook.

        He made food for (Y/N) and set her up at the table before brewing a few potions he was low on. He hummed as he brewed, (Y/N) happily enjoying her meal as she talked to Friend. Ghostbur occasionally glanced over with a smile at his little blue and the last time he glanced over, he saw Tommy had come up and snuck up behind the little girl. Ghostbur was about to speak as he held a potion bottle but Tommy moved first.

        “BOO!” Tommy gave (Y/N) a scare as he took her shoulders.

        The little girl shrieked…before disappearing.

        Ghostbur and Tommy both stood there for a moment before (Y/N) spoke, gasping.

        “Daddy! I’m like you!”

        Tommy screamed at that, jumping back as Ghostbur dropped his potion bottle, shattering it on the floor. He floated as he went towards the table.

        “(Y/N)? Are you…invisible?” Ghostbur asked, unsure how to process this

        “I can’t see me.” She spoke.

        “HOW?!” Tommy flailed at the empty spot.

        It was another moment before the little girl appeared in the chair again, grinning. Tommy put his hands through his hair as Ghostbur feet touched the ground again as he stood in front of the little girl. There were a few beats of silence before he grinned.

        “You are like me!” He picked her up, hugging her. “This is a very fantastic day!”

        “You found her Ghostbur! She’s not supposed to be like you!” Tommy protested.

        Ghostbur pouted at that as he nuzzled the top of her head. “She can still be like me if I found her.”

        “I…I’m getting Phil. This is not normal and he’ll know.” Tommy pointed at the pair before leaving the house, too freaked out to stay inside.

        “He doesn’t understand yet,” Ghostbur whispered to the little girl before grinning. “Maybe I can teach you to do it on your own like me!”

        Ghostbur had cleaned up the glass quickly as he made (Y/N) stay on Friend just to be safe before he sat with her on the floor, trying to teach her to go invisible excitedly. The moon was a good bit into the sky when Tommy came back, a worried-looking Phil coming in.

        “Phil! We were going to see you tomorrow!” Ghostbur grinned. “(Y/N) wanted to show you a few things.”

        “Like…what?” Phil questioned carefully.

        “She learned a lot of songs and we were going to learn more. Then at dinner, she turned invisible like me! Isn’t that wonderful?”

        “See? I wasn’t lying!” Tommy motioned.

        “Calm down Tommy,” Phil told the younger boy before sitting on the floor with Ghostbur and (Y/N). “Is that true (Y/N)? You did that?”

        She nodded, smiling widely. “I learned a lot of songs and I disappeared like daddy.”

        “Have…you ever done that before? Disappear like that?”

        She hummed before shaking her head. “No.”

        “It’s new?”

        She and Ghostbur nodded.

        “Well…She could be magical born.” Phil threw out, looking at Ghostbur and Tommy.

        “What the hell does that mean?” Tommy asked as he stood next to Phil.

        “She’s a witch. Her parents would have probably been too. It’s extremely rare to have a magical born in a non-magical family. And as the house that Ghostbur found (Y/N) was the way…it was.” Phil avoided the details but Ghostbur floated off the ground as he remembered. “It would make sense; some people aren’t keen on witches.”

        Tommy frowned at the thought with Phil as Ghostbur tried to just ignore the bad images. As Ghostbur looked away from Phil, he looked at (Y/N) to see her sticking her tongue out slightly as she had her eyes closed as well, looking to be concentrating. What she was concentrating on doing made Ghostbur grin widely.

        “(Y/N) can float too!” Ghostbur cheered, making the little girl open her eyes and grin herself.

        “I’m like daddy!”

        Ghostbur laughed as he scooped her into his arms, cuddling with her. Tommy and Phil shared a look though. They had to make sure Ghostbur wasn’t vocal about this…They couldn’t let little blue lose another life just for being a witch after all…

        But Ghostbur didn’t think about that as he was simply ecstatic about his special little blue.