#anyways. i still hold check please dear to my heart to this day

[mitchmotch]

day 3 of 30 minute sketch mondays with @revalito! this time with jack zimmermann ^^ (he's 100% looking at bitty)

[jennifer-jeong]

Guess who😊

As a reference to what you posted earlier, imagine that after the reader dies of old age, Xiao and Scaramouche encounter a reincarnation of themselves? It's your choice to make them mortal or not (I'm under your bed. If you make them mortal I will kick your feet at night.)

Take your time dear <3

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG FJDKSLA;FJDSA; life has been kicking my ASS but fuck it we ball HELLO MY MUTUAL THANK YOU FOR YOUR REQUEST, I’ve honestly been thinking hard because I want to also request some ideas because your writing is so sweet ehehehe OK PLEASE DON’T KICK MY FEET AT NIGHT THAT’S HORRIFYING - I WILL MAKE THE REINCARNATION IMMORTAL

ALSO @iota1111 these are my ideas for that Xiao and Wanderer angst! If you read only to the *** in each fic, that would be where I’d end the story if it wasn’t meant to be a happy ending! (I would suffer!!!!)

[Fluff + Angst] [Xiao/Wanderer x Reader] Reincarnation

CONTENT

Angst to fluff, happy ending, reader death, mentions of death, mentions of fighting/them taking their anger out on things

XIAO

When you passed away, Xiao was absolutely heartbroken. He knew it was coming, he prepared for it, he stayed by your side through your deteriorating health in your last few months. But no matter what, he knew it would destroy him, and it did.

No one saw Xiao for weeks after but everyone noticed that Liyue was safer than ever. Xiao engrossed himself in his work. Taking out his emotions onto the monsters in Liyue. He worked himself to exhaustion every single day. Zhongli still came to check up on him but knew Xiao just needed time.

He didn’t know what to do with himself. What was he supposed to do? You were gone. HIs sunshine, his muse, his… everything.

Xiao collapsed after giving himself no rest for who knows how many nights. Laying in the grass, he stared up at the moon. Asking himself what he could’ve done differently and if he could’ve "selfishly" extended your life. If he could’ve made you immortal like him.

He listened to the bugs chirp around him, the breeze drying the tears he didn’t know were falling. For the first time in a long time, he cried. He sobbed and bit back the urge to lash out at everything in the vicinity. He was on his side, clutching his aching heart, crying into the soft grass he used to lay on with you.

He had gone through so much pain in his life: his karmic debt, the abuse from his old master, losing his found family, and all the years of deafening solitude.

But nothing would ever hurt more than losing you.

Xiao cried his heart out and knocked out from the exhaustion and pain. He slept peacefully for the first time since you passed. *** Xiao woke up the next morning with a start. Confused and disoriented not because of where he had fallen asleep, but because he sensed something insane.

He sensed you.

It was your soul, the one he swore himself to. There was no denying it. Was this a sick joke? Was some old evil spirit messing with him?

It had been months since your passing but there was no denying it. It was you.

Unfortunately, years would pass while Xiao searched for you. He was obsessed over it at first but once he could tell that your soul was safe and alive, he relaxed just a little. He still wanted to see you again, hold you, and whisper how much he loved you, but he knew you’d find each other eventually. He made himself a silent promise that he’d find you no matter what. He didn’t really have much else to do for all of eternity anyways.

Xiao confided in Zhongli through these years, the elder god revealing the possibility of reincarnation, revealing that it’s not uncommon. Souls return to the Earth in many forms but he hints to Xiao that he believes what he’s sensing is indeed you in human form.

Eventually, Xiao would be on a typical nightly patrol, sensing your soul nearby as always. But it was a bit different today. It was stronger.

As if right on cue, Xiao entered a clearing and despite it being nighttime, he saw the sun.

His beautiful sun had somehow risen again against all odds. You didn’t know his name but you knew his soul.

He recognized the sigil on your clothing, it belonged to an adeptus master he hadn’t seen in decades. The draconic horns on your head told him you were reborn in a different body, an immortal body. One that had you trained as an adepti for these past years, likely hidden away in a domain. It clicked in his head. It’s why he could always sense you, but never quite find where you were.

You turned around after feeling his approach. He wondered if you could feel his soul the way he felt yours. If you longed for him even in your new existence. He had so much to ask. But you pulled him out of his noisy thoughts.

Your voice brought him serenity he had long forgotten.

His heart pounded as you spoke.

“I missed you, my love.”

Instantly you were in each other's arms.

“I missed you too,” he says as his voice cracks.

WANDERER

He was angry, reverting back to how he was before Nahida, the traveler, and you helped him. He blamed the gods, the world, for his sorrows, for his pain. He sought to destroy it all again for somehow making his suffering worse. He had felt pain similar to this. It was all too familiar for him. The constant cycle of loss, betrayal, and agony. But this time, he was on the brink of insanity.

You, his perfect flower, had finally wilted.

He’s stuck bargaining for months, reverting between stages of grief: anger and bargaining. Never able to move on past that.

He continues on his missions for Nahida because he knows it’s what you've wanted but also because he didn’t know what else to do with himself. Any of his combat missions turned into tortures and near assassinations. He used it as a tool to cool himself off, much to the silent disapproval of Nahida. But she knew he’d never disobey your wishes, your morals. You taught him better than to kill out of emotion.

Wanderer commonly visits the forests where you two used to adventure to find some sort of peace and familiarity. He tends to avoid the Aranara despite the fact that they know about your passing and would probably be able to comfort him about it. He just didn’t think he could handle it.

Seasons pass and on one of his trips into the sunny lush forests, growing again due to the spring season, Aranara bring him your favourite flowers when they bloom again the next year. They loved you dearly too, you treated them and the forest with such gentleness that they could never forget you. They didn’t know how to approach him earlier so they used this opportunity instead.

His heart ached and his anemo vision surged with energy when he saw the flower. He finally reached his breaking point, he fell to his knees on the grass and sobbed, clutching the flower to his chest. Letting go of all the stupid anger and bargaining. Who was he kidding, he just didn’t want to accept that he’d have to keep going without you. *** The Aranara tell him not to worry though, comforting and telling him it will be okay. At first he’s confused as to what they mean but Nahida walks out into the sunlit clearing, the sun about to start setting.

She tells him she knows it hurts but that the Irminsul has a message for him and it says that he should not fret and continue to live on and explore the forest. His tear stained face raised an eyebrow but it slowly turned to determination, he knew Irminsul would not lie.

It would take years but he slowly started to feel you nearby. He’d dream of you. The forest felt like you and he could feel your energy in the flora. He confided in Nahida and their bond only grew stronger, he’d also reach out to the Aranara when he’d adventure out of the city.

Eventually, the Aranara prepared and held a ceremony, sensing the birthing of something new, a nature spirit. Nahida described it using the term “nymph.”

Wanderer was silent as he put the pieces together. He held his breath as he realized it might be you. Your reincarnation.

He always saw you as his flower, but he didn’t think you’d become a nature spirit, he was not complaining about it in the slightest though.

Nahida explained that you would exist in the physical realm but had strong ties to the dream realm, you’d be immortal like Aranara are but you’d still be able to live with him in the physical.

As you manifested and blinked open your eyes, you immediately looked at him.

His hands were shaking, unsure if he was scared, happy, both? Was it really you? Had the world finally decided to grant him happiness instead of sorrow? Was this a gift?

But as you took gentle steps towards him, he realized something important:

It didn’t matter.

You were here again, in front of him. Nothing else mattered.

You reached out to hold his face with your hands. You knew him, you knew your soul belonged to him and his to you.

He drew in closer to you, holding your face and touching your foreheads together, tears threatening to fall.

Your beautiful voice spoke to him again in what felt like an eternity. He had almost forgotten what you sounded like.

“Don’t cry my love, I’m here.”

His eyebrows scrunched as his tears fell. He wraps his arms around you tight, never wanting to let go, scared you’d leave him again.

“I missed you so much,” he whispered shakily, scared that his voice would fail if he tried to speak.

“I missed you too. I’m here to stay.”

Thank you for reading!

|| MASTERLIST<3 ||

[cheesecakethots]

The soft smile on Chrollo’s lips quickly forms into a smirk. He debates whether he should reveal himself yet, but decides against it, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. You’re too cute for your own good.

You’re too busy checking yourself out in the mirror to notice his presence, wearing that dark black coat that’s usually on him. It’s much too long for you, scraping against the floor with each little turn you do.

He sighs, seating himself on the sofa on the opposite side of the room. Might as well get himself comfortable, as this is ten times more entertaining than anything he’s ever seen.

You spin around, probably to watch the coat twirl with you, but mid-spin you catch sight of him and almost topple over.

He’s watching you with a fist propping his chin up, eyes soft and relaxed, and the sight has your chest feeling constricted.

You press a hand over your beating heart, panting a little while embarrassment settles in your bones. God, he’ll never let you live this down. He had told you he was out for the day, you didn’t expect him to be back until much later, the lying bastard.

“You- You could’ve said you were there!”

Chrollo chuckles, his tone as gentle as always, “But why would I interrupt such a lovely moment? You seemed to be enjoying yourself, my dear.”

Despite the innocence in his words, you can practically smell the smugness wafting off of him.

“Don’t read too much into it!” You blabber out, quickly shrugging the admittedly comfy coat off of your shoulders, “I was just curious, okay? It looked super warm.”

He grins, “Curious?”

Fucking asshole.

You take off the coat, holding it up to him, “You can have it back. It reeks of you anyway, I don’t want it.”

The spider doesn’t say anything or even move from his seat, instead simply raising an eyebrow in a playful manner, and lifting a hand up as a signal for you to come over and pass it to him.

Your eyes narrow. “Nuh-uh. You come get it. I’m not your maid.”

His smile widens. “While I must admit the imagery of you in said uniform is… pleasing, I’m not treating you as such. I’m comfortable here, and you’re the one who got it out, aren’t you, darling?”

The gaze that’s locked onto you is full of amusement, and two of his fingers beckon you forward.

With a glare and eventual sigh, you move closer, still holding the coat out. “There, you can grab it now, you laz- ah!” Your words are cut off when his hand reaches out like some snake attempting to wrap around helpless prey, latching onto your arm and tugging you into his lap. He catches the coat that slips out of your hands, holding it up with one for you to see.

“There, now I have it.”

“You pervert!” You cry out, legs kicking to no avail. The man laughs, unwavered by your petty struggles as he lays a hand to rest atop one of your thighs and leans closer so that he can whisper in your ear, “Oh, if only you knew.”

His mouth quickly lands on your neck, laying passionate kisses down it. You feel your face grow hot, especially when a quiet moan leaves him, his hands holding you all the more closer.

“Next time,” he murmurs, his voice deep and lustful, “you should consider wearing only the coat.”

You’re not sure if you want to slap the smirk off his face or kiss it.

[salty-croissants]

what if Y/N was sick and Rayman/Ramon or Bullfrog take care of him/her? How could it be?

Thank you for the request ! 

I’m always happy whenever I get the chance to write the boys taking care of the reader :,) ❤️

Plus it’s pretty neat to complete this scenario since I wrote one where the reader takes care of them when they’re sick , very cool stuff ! 

Anyway , hope this turned out okay ! 

Details : use of gender neutral reader ; 

established relationships ; 

no warnings needed 

Bullfrog 💚

No matter how unnecessary you may think it is , Bullfrog will make sure that you get some rest for the rest of the day , and there is no way to convince him to let you keep working on what you were currently doing .

< Please , just a few more minutes … I need to get this done … > 

< I’m sorry mon amour , but I can’t let you do that . 

You haven’t been looking too good today , it really would be best for you to take a break . 

You can get back to it after you’ve recovered a bit , alright ? > 

< Heh … alright , thank you ~ > 

He is then going to fetch you everything you may need to feel as warm and comfortable as possible , almost materializing next to you out of thin air with blankets and drinks while constantly checking if you’re okay …

Bullfrog really does take his duty to take care of his beloved very , very seriously .

< Are you sure you’re comfortable like this , my dear ? Maybe I should bring you some more blankets , or - > 

< *chuckle* you’re always so sweet ~ I’m fine Bullfrog , don’t worry too much about me … > 

If he has no missions that day , Bullfrog will be more than happy to lay down next to you and spend some time together .

And if you get worried about him being so close to you when you’re sick ? Well , he’ll quickly ease you out of it …

< Are you sure this is okay ? What if I get you sick too ? I don’t want to - > 

< Trust me mon cher , I’m going to be just fine … all I want you to think about is relaxing and taking care of yourself . That’s all I need . > 

When you eventually start to fall asleep , Bullfrog loves to snuggle closer to you and hold you in his arms , his fingers tracing your back with a gentle motion while smiling lovingly in front of your beautiful face …

Every moment this frog gets to spend with you is wonderful , even just staying quietly by your side while you recover from being sick .

He’d then lean closer to leave a kiss on your cheek , whispering one last thing in your ear  before allowing his eyes to close as well …

< Good night , mon beau y/n … 

Je t'aime ~ > 

Rayman 🧡

Since you’re usually the one taking care of his health ( this man does tend to overwork himself to the point of exhaustion ) , believe me when I say that Rayman is determined to do all he can to help you now that you’re the one being sick :

you’re the one person that’s given him nothing but love and support despite his appearance , after all … making sure that you’re okay is top priority for Eden’s voice .

Similarly to Bullfrog , Rayman is going to make sure that you have everything you need to help you feel comfortable while you recover , giving you full access to all the comforts of his lounge : 

as his partner , he wants you to receive only the best from him .

< Are you sure you got enough pillows ? > 

< Mhm , these are so soft … I love them ! Thanks Ray ! > 

< Heh , anything for you darling ~ > 

If you’re having trouble to fall asleep I can definitely see Rayman sitting beside you and comforting you with his pretty singing voice …

The sight of you relaxing in his arms while he does this never fails to make his heart skip a beat , and he honestly couldn’t see himself feel this happy with anyone other than you ://)

Eventually though he has to return to take care of business related things , since the Board of Directors barely leaves him chances to breathe , and whenever that happens Rayman can’t help but feel really guilty at the thought of leaving you alone while you’re still sick … 

Though he’ll leave a kiss on your forehead before going out , as well as a note for you to read when you wake up .

“Sorry , had to leave for work …

Please take it easy for the rest

of the day honey , and if you need

something just call me and I’ll do 

all I can to be back as soon as possible ! 

I’ll see you later , I love you ! <3” 

Ramon 🖤

The second he notices that you’re not feeling well , Ramon is very quick to act : 

he just picks you up , no matter what you might’ve been doing , carrying you to the bedroom bridal style without getting even slightly phased by your attempts to not worry about you .

< I’m okay , really , you don’t have t - > 

< Nah , I think I do have to . 

Now come on , you need to lay down . > 

He definitely remains by your side the whole time , not only to be there for you now that you’re sick , but also to make sure that you don’t try to sneak out of the room to keep taking care of other matters …

Trust me when I say that you simply won’t be able to move an inch without Ramon noticing . 

< y/n , I see you over there … get back to bed . Now . > 

< Aww … I thought I had it this time … but really , this is nothing ! You don’t have to worry so much about me … > 

< I want to , love … I want to take care of you the same way you’ve always taken care of me . You’re not bothering me , you … heh , you never do . > 

If you feel like cuddling before getting some sleep , Ramon will be more than happy to oblige : 

he loves having you snuggled close , your warmth and the sound of your heartbeat taking away all of his worries for the time being while he peppers your face with kisses , smiling at your giggles …

The prospective of him getting sick as well doesn’t phase him : you never worried about that when taking care of him after all , so now this man is just determined to stay by your side regardless of the consequences , and no amount of attempts to convince him otherwise is going to work . 

< But what if you get sick too ? That would be bad ! > 

< Well , that means more chances to be this close to you … that doesn’t really sound bad , right darling ? ~ > 

< Pfft … ~ 

Alright , alright … just be careful , okay ? > 

< I will be . > 

Even when you eventually fall asleep , Ramon is going to stay awake , watching over you the whole time to prevent any possible surprises from any of Eden’s buddies : 

it’s not just his lingering fear to get caught , he simply can’t afford to lose you …

You’re all he has left , his only hope in that messed up world he’s living in , so he will protect you no matter what it takes . 

< Sleep well , y/n … I won’t let anyone hurt you , I promise . > 

[staarri]

it’ll be quick

zhongli, neuvillette x gn!reader

w. implied relationship, gender neutral reader, not proof read (we die like caribert), implied short(?) reader, height difference, a tad bit suggestive for neuvillette wc 1.1k

where you ask them for a favor, and they cant bring themselves to say no

﹢﹒ zhongli

another drowsy evening for the city of liyue. plenty of people coming back to their homes, children that were once playing on the streets are now running back to their parents, and the lights start to become the city’s only source of guidance—aside from the stars and the slowly descending sun.

zhongli was walking around, his gloved hands behind his back, holding each other. his ponytail moving from the wind, along with his coat. although he isn’t walking that fast, it is quite a windy day.

you were about to do a few errands for hu tao. a handful of them being difficult, as she wanted you to collect a few things in a forest you decided never to enter after the test of courage you attended last year with chongyun.

you spot your boyfriend, zhongli, just walking around in the streets, doing absolutely nothing. so, you decided to do something you did best: annoy him.

with slow steps, you walk towards his back and give his shoulder a tap. he looks to the wrong direction, before turning right and facing you.

“dear, i did not expect to see you here. isn’t it your rest day today?” he asks, tone soft and worried. zhongli rests his thumb on your cheek, pinching then pulling it—but not too hard that it hurts you. he just likes the feeling of it, plus, you look so adorable whenever he does it anyway.

he adores the way your eyes shine whenever he looks at you. even if its because of the sun, the lamp, or the streetlights, he likes seeing you looking up at him.

“‘li, thank god i found you. i just came back from the parlor, i was helping hu tao out with a few things.” you say, smiling. you bring his hand to yours, then raise your feet so he can give you a quick kiss on the forehead.

“…speaking of, are you busy right now?” you ask. thinking about the best idea you’ve ever had, because there is no way you are going to enter that forest again.

zhongli shakes his head, and lets out a hum of disagreement.

“you have plans, my love?” he asks, the corner of his lip curling into a small smile. he thinks you’re going to ask him out to dinner.

okay, well, now you feel a pinch of guilt in your heart.

“no.. sorry, but we can eat out when this is finished. i, uh, its actually a little stupid.”

“tell me, i promise i won’t laugh.” he says, chuckling.

your eyes wander around, thoughts going into your brain all at once.

“hu tao asked me if i could get a few flowers and plants in wuwang hill..” your feet start to kick the ground, feeling a little embarrassed by this request.

“arent you terrified of that place, dear?” zhongli asks, eyebrows raising in confusion. why would hu tao send you to that place if she knew you hated it there?

“yeah! exactly—so, i, um… thought it would be, like, okay if i asked you to do it instead?” you look at him with pleading eyes, your mouth in a small, awkward smile.

he brings his lips back to your temple, giving it another kiss. you can feel him smile against your skin.

“im sure it wont take long, please?”

“fine.” he laughs, his lips still ghosting over your head. “but, you have to promise me we’re going to wuwang hill together next time. okay? need to get that fear out of your pretty head.”

﹢﹒neuvillette

surprisingly, todays weather forecast for fontaine was said to be clear blue skies with a bright sun. your boyfriend was out for with the traveler today, he said it wouldn’t take too long and he’d be back by lunch.

you sat in his office chair, a few dishes you’ve just cooked rest on the table. you check the clock, 12:23.

resting your head on the palm of your hand, you begin to wonder how you’ll be asking him this. a folder of papers in your hand, all errands that your boss has asked you to finish and hand in before tomorrow. it was assigned last week, but, being the procrastinator you are, you “forgot”.

you knew neuvillette was good with paperwork, i mean, its his job, is it not? and it was all basic things anyway, you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it yourself since the thickness of the paper was so intimidating.

you hear the front door click open, and you quickly snap out of your daydreams. your goal? get neuvillette agree to help you out with the paperwork without getting too mad. definition of help? for him to do all of it.

he walks in the office, letting out a deep sigh as he takes his shoes off and setting them aside. then, he smells the scent of his favorite meal. he lights up at the sight of his favorite person, you, and a cold glass of water. of course.

“all this for me, sweet thing?” he asks, clearly surprised with the sudden gesture. you nod eagerly.

neuvillette gives a small smile. exactly what he needed right after a few tiring hours of chatting.

but immediately, he senses that something’s amiss. you wouldn’t prepare him food—no, you do prepare food for him. the thing is, you’ve filled his whole desk with dishes! each a from a different reigon in teyvat.

“what is it?” he laughs, already seeing through you. you’re so easy to read after all.

you held the folder behind your back, perhaps he noticed you were hiding it from him? or maybe he heard the light shuffling? either way, you’ve been caught, time to come clean.

“so… i got a few assignments from last week, and i don’t understand half of it?” you smile, trying to convince him to help you.

he chuckles, a hand to his mouth. “you mean; i forgot to do them. right?”

your eyes widen, cheeks feeling warm. god, why’d he have to be so smart?

“uh… yeaaah?” you say, in the worst possible way possible. its obvious you made up the lie earlier.

“figured as much, you wouldn’t prepare me this much food unless it was a special occasion.” neuvillette goes to your side and gives a quick peck on the cheek.

“by special occassion, i mean you asking me for a favor. dont think i can’t see through you, little fox.” he teases, then goes to another chair and starts to take a sip of the soup.

“ill do it,” he says inbetween sips. “but you owe me big time, lovely. maybe you can make it up to me later?”

@staarri 's work - do not repost, translate or modify.

[pop-roxs]

omgg late valentines grelle x reader fic!! :3

this is like my second ever attempt at fic writing and my first time posting my work so please be easy on me 🙏

(this fic is now on ao3! check the rbs if youd like to check it out)

category: hurt/comfort

ship: grelle x reader

word count: 1,206(i wrote more than i thought oh my god)

reader is gn!!!

Valentine's day is a day for couples to express their love for each other through chocolates and cards. It's a day for crushes to be confessed, and for friends to be cared for. This seems like the perfect holiday for Grelle. But she would say the opposite. Especially now.

It had been a long day at the dispatch, and frankly she was tired of seeing all the healthy and happy couples prance about the halls hand-in-hand. Upon arriving home, she threw off her coat and opened a bottle of wine, finishing about half of it in one go. She could cry if she cared. She just wanted the day to end.

William had been insistant on giving her as much overtime as possible. She would've enjoyed it, if it weren't sitting at her desk in her office, filing paperwork for what seemed to be an endless amount of hours.

It was almost midnight now, as she glumly walked over to her couch to sit down. She was exhausted, staring into nothing as her mind drew blanks. She hadn't even gotten chocolate. Not a single card. Not from friends, and she definitely didn't have any secret admirers. Why would she? Nobody at dispatch actually liked her anyways.

And so she sat there. For about a few minutes, until she heard very incessant knocking at her front door. She grumbled and ignored it. But then by the third round they were practically banging at her door, to which she finally decided to answer whoever wanted to visit her.

"...Y/N?" She stared at you, baffled, wondering why the hell you would be here. "Why are you here? Especially at this hour?..."

You tried to give her an answer, but you were panting so hard, your hands at your knees, trying desperately to catch your breath. "I'm sorry, Grelle, just... Give me a moment..."

She nervously stared at you as your breathing slowly calmed down, and this gave her a good minute or two to inspect your appearance. You were still in your uniform, but you were very much not dressed in a way you could present yourself. Your hair wasn't combed, and your laces were almost completely untied. It's almost as if you ran all the way to her apartment.

Once you finally managed to (mostly) calm down, you looked up at her, speaking in an urgent tone. "Grelle, I'm so sorry, I know I haven't seen you all day. I kinda skipped out on work today. Again, I'm sorry."

"Darling, just tell me why you're here. It's almost midnight. You should be asleep."

"And so should you." Grelle stopped talking after you said that. She let you continue. "I was gone all day because I..." You were afraid to say what you were going to say next.

"I was... Shopping. Looking for the right gift. For you." You looked away and held out a box of chocolates shaped in a heart, with a spider lily and letter taped to it. Grelle gasped quietly upon seeing it, staring at you for a minute. She gently took the box from your hands.

"Y/N, dear... Why did you get me this?" She looked up at you, biting her lip. She was afraid you were teasing her. Why in the ever living hell would you get her chocolates, anyways? And go out of your way to give them to her?

"Because."

"...That's it? Just 'because'?"

"Ok, well, I guess it's deeper than that." You stood up straight, fidgeting with your nails. A blush crept onto your cheeks.

"Well then? I'm waiting." Grelle stood leaning on one leg, her hand on her hip, the other holding the chocolates you gave her. She looked at you expectantly, one eyebrow raised.

Your eyes darted around nervously. Her apartment, the floor, the door, the hallway, anywhere but her face. "I... Well, it's not that important, really. I can tell you some other time. It is rather la-"

"Tell me."

When Grelle spoke to you with that stern tone, you shut up and finally looked into her eyes. You stalled for an incredible amount of time. The longer you waited, the more impatient Grelle became.

"Well, if you're not gonna say, I'll just go to bed." She started to close the door, and you panicked.

"W-Wait! I'll tell you." She stopped closing it, giving you one last chance to explain yourself. She kept her hand on the doorknob.

You closed your eyes as you braced yourself for what you were about to confess to her. "I like you."

Grelle's stern expression softened slowly after you said that. She looked at you in disbelief. No, this wasn't true. You were messing with her.

"Is this some kind of joke?"

When she said that, you immediately opened your eyes to return her gaze. You could tell that her eyes were beginning to water, but she was trying to hold it back. That look hurt.

"What? No! No, I'm not. I wouldn't joke about something like that, Grelle." You looked at her sympathetically.

She stared at you in thought. Her cheeks began to burn with a red color. She kept staring at you for what almost felt like forever. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm sure."

Grelle couldn't hold it in anymore, as a few tears streamed down her cheeks. She looked at you silently, biting her lip, her eyebrows upturned. You immediately began to worry when she started crying, fiddling with your hands, not know what to do.

"Oh my god, Grelle, I'm so sorry! Are you ok? Did I say something wrong?"

She then quickly started to wipe her tears away. "Goodness, dear, I didn't mean to cry in front of you... This just isn't really believable right now."

"What do you mean by that?" Your heart ached further with her statement.

It was now Grelle's turn to worry, because when she saw your painful expression, she began to feel guilty. "Well... Nobody likes me. Nobody's ever liked me. You know how people treat me at dispatch. I just thought... I wouldn't guess that someone as pretty as you would bother with a woman like me."

"Grelle..." You took a few steps forwards, before wrapping your arms around her, resting your forehead on hers. "Please, believe me when i say this. I love you. I don't just have a small crush on you, or just think you're cute --although that is still true-- I genuinely love you. I don't think i could ever get over that without telling you."

Grelle continued to cry, as she returned your hug, still holding the chocolates. "Darling.. You will never understand how much this means to me. I've been pining on you for so long, I never expressed it since I never knew someone was capable of loving me."

"Please, never believe that lie again." You moved to press a sweet kiss to her cheek, silencing her worries. She looked at you, and her eyes were so full of emotion, sincere and unadulterated affection.

"Come inside, I have some wine we can drink. I would love to share these chocolates with you.♡" Grelle loosened her embrace as she led you into her apartment, to which she spent her best Valentine's night with you.

bro i wrote this at like 2/4am tf

[sl-newsie]

The Secret Ingredient (Willy Wonka (2023) x Fickelgruber Daughter) Chapter 1: Mystery Man

Today is different. I don’t know why, but ever since I woke up there’s been something different. I don’t know what’s in store for today but there’s no doubt that something’s coming.

“Dear, I need you to run down and fetch me the paper.” Father calls lazily from his lounge chair.

I feel my heart leap. “Really? I can go downstairs?”

“Be quick! Don’t make a scene!” Father barks as he sips his morning cocoa.

Before he can reconsider I rush to the staircase and am about to slide down the railing-!

“And act ladylike!” Father calls from behind me.

I stop in my tracks and remember who I am. “Fine,” I grumble under my breath. My life’s been dull as dishwater until now anyway. Why change?

My name is Charlotte Fickelgruber, daughter of one of the most powerful chocolatiers in the world. But do not let that fool you. Just because my father’s a chocolatier doesn’t mean life is fun. 

After taking forever to walk slowly and ‘ladylike’ down the stairs I fight my giddiness and strut towards the door. Father hardly ever lets me go downstairs, let alone leave the building. The usual display of chocolates is still plain and dull since father saves the best chocolate only for ‘upscale business,’ which basically means upperclassmen and bribery. The shop opens at 10am as usual and also as usual there are few customers here due to the usual chocolate. Today there’s a fair amount of foot traffic buzzing around outside in the Galeries Gourmet and it’s all I can do not to venture out and see what new chocolates are being sold.

“Morning, charcoal,” two voices taunt in unison.

I groan and turn to face two girls in matching mint mint green dresses. “Morning Cindy, morning Mindy. For the last time, my name is Charlotte. Not charcoal, not Charlie, Charlotte. If you both want to keep your silly job of greeting customers with fake smiles I suggest you treat the heiress to Fickelgruber chocolate with respect.”

They both snicker and walk off to the back of the store, more than likely to check their makeup for the tenth time. Such rudeness.

“Here you are, miss!” The paperboy sprints up and waves our daily paper up for me to grab. 

“Thank you, Timothy!” I hand him the change (with a special tip, of course). “How’s the world out there?”

He shrugs and shuffles his feet. “It’s alright, I guess. Starting to get cold!” He grips his bag and rushes off.

“B- Bye!” I wave as he disappears into the crowd. “See you… later?”

And so goes another failed attempt to make friends.

“Everything alright, Miss Fickelgruber?” Our maid Lottie asks from behind.

I give a heavy sigh. “Charlotte please, Lottie. You know how much I hate being a Fickelgruber. It’s torture to spell and even worse to hear. It’s just…” I glance up again to look out at the passerbys. “I’m so tired of being alone. Dad’s too embarrassed to have me be too social. He can’t expect me to stay tucked away upstairs forever!”

Lottie shakes her head and puts a hand on my shoulder. “It’s not my place, miss. But if it gives any comfort-” She takes a quick look to make sure we’re alone and whispers: “I could try to sneak you out one day.”

My pulse skips and I hold up my hands to keep her from saying more. “No. No! I can’t let you do that! You’ll get fired. Last time I tried to sneak out dad nearly flipped out! He hates it when I’m even on the same ground as the ‘poor’ people, let alone trying to associate with them!”

Lottie nods in silent agreement and goes about with her load of laundry, leaving me to keep looking outside. All those people, all the sights and smells I’m missing out on…

“Ladies and gentlemen!” 

A cheerful voice across the room catches my attention. It’s surprisingly animated for the Galeries Gourmet. I take a deep breath and, in a hasty moment of courage, walk out the door to search for the voice’s origin. I see people gathering towards the front near the empty lot. What on Earth-?

That’s when I spot him. At first all I can see is a brown top hat. Once I get closer a better view presents a lanky, boyish man wearing a tattered magenta overcoat, olive-colored waistcoat, brown scarf, tan trousers, and worn brown boots. I can’t quite make out his face…

“Step right up! I’ve got just the chocolate for you!” 

He’s standing on a simple crate with nothing more than a jar of strange-looking chocolate. The crowd drowns him out and I can’t squeeze past-!

“Well, there's chocolate.

And there's chocolate.

But only Wonka's makes your eyes pop out their sockelets.”

Singing? What an unusual way of advertisement. And what’s- Oh my! The chocolate is flying! Literally flying over my head!

“Put your hand into your pockelet,

Get yourself some Wonka chocolate!

Come now, I insist!

You've never had chocolate like this!

No, you've never had chocolate like this!”

Through the gathered crowd I see people pluck the chocolates from the sky and- fly? They’re flying! Light as a feather!  

“Oh my goodness!” My jaw drops. “How’s that even possible…?”

“Charlotte!”

I spin around at the sound of my name. By now the commotion has caught much attention, including my father’s. 

“Go inside now! What have I told you about walking about with-?”

“With our customers?” I ask. “Father, I wanted to see-”

“Go, now!” He barks and points to the store as he goes to follow the other chocolatiers. “I must go see what all this racket is about.”

And there they go. The big three: Fickelgruber, Prodnose, and Slugworth. I’m the only heiress of any of them but as of now there’s been no talk of me getting to help out with the family business. Father always waves it off and keeps saying ‘when you’re older,’ so I’ve got no clue what to expect. 

I sigh in defeat and walk away from the excitement. Just when I thought this day was different. Back inside, I mope over to the window to see-

“Jeez louise!” My mouth drops open.

There, just above me, is my father. Flying! Just like the others! I pinch myself and shake my head to see if I’m awake and still see him levitating up to the ceiling! 

“Lottie are you seeing this? It’s amazing!” I look down and relocate the man in the top hat, and I’m overcome with a sudden urge to meet him. He doesn’t look like a high-class highbrow. How is he making everyone so happy?

I forget all about being ladylike and slide down the railing, rushing to find the mystery candy man before he disappears.

“Out of the way! Coming through!” The chief of police barges through and the cops spread out.

“But he didn’t do anything wrong!” I complain.

“He’s disrupting business,” Officer Affable informs me.

“It’s the hoverchoc,” the man in the top hat explains.

Hoverchoc? I’ve never heard of-

Just then, father storms up and ushers the officer to go after the man. “Come, Charlotte.”

“B- But I wanted to-”

“Such nonsense!” Father ignores my pleas and starts mumbling to himself.

“Father…who was that? Did you just fly? I could barely see from the window-!”

“He is no one,” father states clearly. “He is a fool to think that he can even try to compete with us! I do not want you going anywhere near that boy, Charlotte. He’s bad news.”

We get back to the store, but before I’m dragged back inside I sneak one last look at the mysterious stranger. Who is he? Will he be able to survive dad’s competition?

[moriahwritez]

I’ve waited for you (Sevika x Female reader)

Hello guys! Finally time to continue back on writing Sevika’s fics. I remember writing a bit of her back in 2022. Guess I didn't had motivation to work on more, BUT HERE I AM! So here you go my fellow lesbians who needed something.

I do miss Sev it's not funny :(

My bad y’all I had to reread cuz I type so fast and had to go back for correction, forgive me😭😭😭

Anyways, please enjoy.💜💜💜

Lovely night in Zaun, the green lights dim throughout the streets. It was pretty silence on the road. You stayed in your wife’s bed, waiting impatiently to see her adorable face again. The room was very quiet and felt so empty as you thought about it. All you could hear only is the air conditioner cooling down the heat from all day and some of the noises from downstairs. That's the only thing you could hear but not the road outside. Could tell it was some people having a good time... but not for you it is. You didn’t want to think about other things, but your wife only and only her. It was now 1am, as you check on the clock on top of the wall above the headboard where your laying at. Suddenly, your heart skip when the keys jingles close to the front door as you heard it opened. Could it be her? “Sevika, love?” You ask yourself. Finally, you waited for hours to see her. You heard the sound of your wife mumbles as she walks in the bedroom quietly and takes off her jacket, hanging it up on her chair not noticing you were up. “Oh! Love, I didn't know you was awake." She jumps a bit. She saw how dark was the room and never knew you was up, til she saw your shadow from the dim light of the window. Sevika turn the light to finally see you look extremely tired. "Why you still up, sweetheart? You’ve been waited for me all night?” Sevika says in concern. She didn't want to be mean to you for staying up too long, so she pulls herself together, coming towards you. She bends down to kiss your forehead, meeting the same height. You were pretty short comparing to hers lol (like me XD) She holds you tightly enjoying the embrace she’s giving to you. “Well, I’m here now.” Then, you reply back. “Sev, I was so worried.” You caress her soft cheek, trailing your finger on her blue scar trying to not start crying. “I’ve waited the whole entire night. I couldn’t sleep. I just kept thinking about you for so long.” You said while leaning on her chest as a tear came down on your cheek. “Oh, my love.” Sevika caress the side of your beloved face, pressing you more. She then places your chin back up to meet her eye. “No need to worried, dear. I was thinking about you too. Now that I’m here, it’s over, love.” You had your anxiety moments thinking something would happened to Sevika if she wasn’t home. All those negative thoughts in your head had to be erased. Luckily, your wife had came to save you. “I was just nervous how long you was out there. I wanted you to come home early-“ Sevika shushes you. “Shhh, love don't worried so much. I’m fine. Everything went well. Were both safe.” She looks down at your beautiful eyes sparkle like diamonds. “You know how much I love you, right?” You sniff your tears and lifts a small smile. “Yeah, I know.” You calmed down for a bit and sighs. “Just wanted to make sure you was safe. That’s all. I can't keep thinking what would ever happened to you if-” Sevika cupped your both cheeks together, admiring how adorable your face were like a baby. “Love, do I have to say it all over again? Y/N, look at me.” She ordered you softly to do what she says and you did. “I was fine at work, I promise. And I came home safely didn't I? Yes I came home safe and sound. Nothing's ever gonna happened towards me...or you. I’m still here and we’ll continue to move on.” Your wife does her best to comfort you. She continues looking at you, which was such an awe moment. She couldn’t bear to look away from that puppy eyes of yours. “Now, can we finally get sleep? I’m exhausted…” Sevika says letting out a yawn. You nod. “Yes, same here.” Sevika lifts you up into her arms and without wasting enough time, she carries you to bed. She let you lay down first before she gets on top and turns her whole body to have her head lied on your upper chest. “Goodnight, love,” says Sevika droozing off to sleep with her work outfit on still. You caress her simple bun, while watching her. You finally felt relief from all the anxiety had in you. Eventually, you closed your eyes and gently fall asleep, not wanting to let her go.

The end.

(Yay! What a cute and heartwarming short story. I hope you enjoyed this a lot with Sevika. If your more into my fanfics, please follow me and I’ll be back writing more cute, romantically stories of our favorite milfs and others hehe). (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

[havenwithleeknow]

An art gallery could never be as unique as you

Pairing: hwang hyunjin x y/n

Warnings: none

Tags: slight angst, fluff ending

Song: An art gallery could never be as unique as you by MRLD

"Noona hide, I saw him!" your best friend jeongin told you and you quickly hide through the clothes in the department store you're in because you both saw the person you've been avoiding for a week now, HWANG HYUNJIN.

You and Hyunjn is stuck in this situationship where you don't know if you guys are friends, more than friends or you're just being delusional and assuming things.

You're peeking at hyunjin if he left so you could go back checking all the clothes with jeongin.

"why are you avoiding him anyways?" he asked while taking the bags in my hands. "I want to end things with him because he just keeps confusing me" I answered. "What happened? It seems like he genuinely like you though" he gave me a confused look "I asked him the last time we went out what are we, he said HE DOESN'T KNOW. I asked him if he likes me but he stayed silent, so I said we need to end whatever we have because I can't settle with that kind of set up" my heart hurts just by recalling about what happened that day.

"That sucks noona, but what if he really likes you? He's just shy to admit it? Or maybe he's waiting for the right time?" There he goes again with his what ifs. "I don't know, Jeongin. If he likes me or not, then he better tell me so I'm not confused. I keep thinking about it every night, are we friends? But he kissed me! Friends don't kiss!" I sighed and he shook his head

"Noona, I got tickets for us for the art gallery next week!" He showed me two tickets but I feel lazy to go so I refused "Noona please go with me! I'll cry if you won't go" he made that sad face which he knows has effects on me. "Fine!" He went giddy until we reached my apartment and bid me goodbye.

I checked my phone and saw that Hyunjin left messages

'Let's talk pls'

'You need to hear this'

'I miss you'

'Answer my calls please'

'I wanna see you'

I ignored his texts and went to bed. I'm sorry Hyunjin, I like you so much but I don't think I can settle in an unlabeled situationship with you anymore.

.

I am already preparing for Jeongin and I's agenda for today ㅡ the art gallery.

"Noona, you look dull. Go change and put on more make up!" He pushed me back to my apartment to change.

I wanna smack the shit out of this kid, I swear to God.

After I did everything Jeongin said, I came out of my apartment and he's looking at me while smiling ear to ear.

We're here already and it's a little crowded but not so much, just enough for you to wander.

At the end of the hall, there are paintings that caught my attention. The girl on the paintings seems familiar.

Is that me?!

Jeongin saw me and he pushed me towards it, "Go, noona! That's you! Go and see it for yourself, this is why I forced you to come here. You need to see this!" he said while jumping a little out of excitement.

I walked towards it and there's a note at the side

Dear: Y/N

If you ever attend today, I just want to let you know that these pieces are solely dedicated for you. I treasured everything that we had. I hope you don't misunderstand, I like you a lot. I just can't confess because i'm waiting for this right time where I can show you my artworks. Can I be your boyfriend?

Love, Hwang Hyunjin.

While reading the letter, I did not realize that I am tearing up already. "It looks like you liked it, don't you?" a familiar voice behind me said and I turn around and it's Hyunjin. He's holding another painting and gave it to me. "Giving you actual flowers would be cliché so I painted you one" he said. "H-hyun... this is... pretty" I said still sniffing and tearing up. I was so overwhelmed. "I like you, y/n. I hope you give me a chance to prove it to you" he said not minding the crowd around us who have their own worlds. "Yes, yes Hyunjin" I cried more and hugged him. "I'm sorry for not talking to you, I was just really confused." I apologized and I can feel him smiled "It's alright, I understand" we broke the hug and he caressed my cheeks while looking at my eyes. His lips met mine, our lips collided and moved in sync. I put my hands over his shoulders and his hands on my waist, we ignored the world and the people around us.

After we broke the kiss, our foreheads sticks to each other while smiling and said this

"An art gallery could never be unique as you, my pretty"

[attic-club-sandwich]

A Sweater will Make it Better

My first writing entry for @love-and-lore's self ship event going on right now hosted by @meggsngrits and @kailali! This is a self ship of my Obey Me! MC Shae and Mammon. I really hope that you guys enjoy!

For reference to those who aren't familiar with Shae:

Shae & Mammon

Shae's Student ID

Summary: Shae comes down with a cold after visiting the human world. Thankfully, she has Mammon to take care of her. Just your average cute little fluffy sick fic.

Tag List: @amberrskiies @obey-me-posts, @sassykattery, @delphi-dreamin, @bite-sized-devil, @a-hidden-gem, @otomefoxystar, @todothedodo, @marvelous-maniac, @nonbinary-disaster, @selfmadender, @animeismyhappyplace, @vampire-tr4mp, @ana-dear, @gaychaosgremlin, @sidgethegamer, @meiloorun-tea, @temnuk0

floral banner below by @/saradika

Shae’s dreams are rudely interrupted by the annoyingly high pitched sound of her alarm going off on her D.D.D. Head still face down in her pillow, she reaches over to silence it. “Ugh…” she groans, turning her head to the side, desperate for air. Except she could barely get any through the stuffiness of her nose. And her head was pounding. And she felt like she was dying. Shae slowly sits up in bed, pressing her face into her elbow to fight off a sneeze as she contemplates what to do. The thought of going to classes all day at RAD was already exhausting her, and she had a feeling she would just barely make it through the day. I must have caught something from my trip back home the other day… she thinks miserably.

She had only wanted to go back to the human world for a couple of days to visit her family as well as get some of her favorite treats from the farmers market that is always open near her home in the fall season. But of course, she usually also got sick this time of year as well. Grabbing her D.D.D. off her nightstand, she decides to send Lucifer a quick text. 

Hey, Luci. I won’t be going to classes today, I think I caught some sort of disease from the human world.

She figures he probably won’t see it right away, as he’s most likely busy hustling his brothers down for breakfast and soon enough they’ll be out the door for the day. However, she doesn’t have the energy to stay awake waiting for his reply. Instead, she snuggles back under her covers while sleep takes over her once more. 

****

The pounding in her head and the inability to breathe stirs her awake again. She groans, rolling over to check the time. It’s mid morning now, and she figures she’s now alone in the house. Another sneeze captures her and she reaches for the box of tissues on her nightstand, also grabbing her D.D.D. in the process. She sees that she has a text from Lucifer from earlier that morning. 

Please take the day to rest then. I’ve sent Mammon to grab you some medicine. He should be there shortly. 

Her heart flutters at the mention of Mammon. Knowing her boyfriend, he’s probably worried himself sick by now. Just then, a small knock sounds at her door before it opens up and Mammon is inviting himself in. “Comin’ in.” he mumbles, carrying a bag of  things over to the table. “Uh, what’s the point of knocking if you’re just going to come in anyways?” Shae asks, rolling her eyes and pulling the covers up to her chin. “Hey, you could be dying’ in here you’re lucky I even knocked!” he quipped. “Besides, I knew you were going to need this.” Shae glanced down at the box of cold medicine and the bottle of water that he was holding and practically sobbed tears of joy. “Oh thank god.” she says, taking both the water and the box from his hand. “I dunno why you’re thankin’ Him, I did all the work.” It’s Mammon’s turn to roll his eyes as Shae giggles, opening up the box and popping a tablet into her mouth. “Sorry, I mean thank YOU, Oh Great Mammon.” The white haired demon snorts, picking up the bag of stuff he had brought and carried it over to her bed. “Well lucky for you, I brought some more things to make you feel better. Everyone wanted to give you something to cheer ya up.” Shae watches as he pulls out a couple of video games, a couple of books, a sachet of tea, a bath bomb, her favorite fuzzy blanket from the attic, and even some of her favorite snacks. “Wow, Mams, thank you…” she sniffs, her violet eyes growing watery at the thought of the brothers all picking out something for her. “Wait, I got the best for last! Are ya cold?” He squints as he glances down at her arms, attempting to investigate for goosebumps. “I know You’re always cold even when you aren’t sick, so I brought you one of my sweaters.” He grins, pulling out a chunky knit, brown patterned sweater. It had fall leaf designs, as well as several stripes of deep reds, browns, and golden hues that were perfect for the fall season. Shae’s heart grew warm at the thought of wearing Mammon’s sweater. “You know me so well.” she grins. Mammon motions for her to lift her arms up, and suddenly her shirt is being lifted over her head. The sudden exposure to the cool air causes her skin to actually form goosebumps this time, but is quickly replaced by the soft material of Mammon’s sweater being pulled over her head. “There, now you’ll be nice and toasty.”

Shae snuggles back down into bed as Mammon heads to the kitchen to make her a cup of tea from the sachet that Lucifer gave her. While he’s gone, she can’t help herself from pressing the sleeves of the sweater to her face, inhaling the scent. It smells like him, his cologne mixed with the musky smell of an old drawer. She was convinced that this was all she needed to make her feel better. Mammon returns with 2 cups of tea, handing Shae one as he climbs into the empty spot next to her. She breathes in the steam from the cup, and her shoulders relax as it begins to clear her sinuses. It smells like peppermint and honey, and Shae practically melts at the added warmth in her hand…and her bed. “Thank you, Mams. I feel better already.” Mammon smiles, leaning over to press a kiss against her temple. “It’s my job to take care of ya.” He pauses, a flush forming on his cheeks. “Both as your boyfriend and your protector.” Shae giggles, leaning into his shoulder. “I’m the luckiest human in the Devildom for sure.” 

They sit together for a while, talking and watching out her window as rain begins to patter against the glass. The sound is soothing, and mixed with the warmth of the tea, Shae’s eyes grow heavy once again. Mammon takes notice of this, watching as her eyes begin to flutter and gently takes the cup of tea out of her hand. “Oi, Shae, how about ya get some rest now?” Shae blinks, realizing she had been about to doze off. Yawning, she snuggles back down into the blankets. “Okay. But you’ll stay with me, right?” Mammon smiles, turning over on his side to face her. “Of course I ain’t goin’ nowhere. I’m staying right here with you in case ya need anything.” Shae smiles, pressing her forehead to his. “Thank you. I love you, Mams.” The white haired demon blushes, pecking her lips with a quick kiss as her eyes finally flutter shut. “I love ya more. Now go to sleep and get better so I can kiss ya all I want!”

[perexcri]

day 5: full au

this is the day i’ve been looking forward to most for this event!! i’m so excited to share a few au recs :D

first of all: Tip-toeing on Lily-pads by my beloved @cherryisgone!! it’s a lovely little fantasy au where Will’s a prince, Mike’s a knight, and El likes to curse Mike by turning him into a frog. i bet you can guess the only way the curse can be broken, right? >:) anyway, this is so well-written, it’s 7k words of Will pining, and it’s got all the things i could ever hope for out of a fantasy au: two people being held back from each other because of politics and duties to one’s nation :’D i mean, yes, it was a birthday gift to me, so in a lot of ways, it was tailored to my tastes, but it’s got such a fun vibe and beautiful descriptions that i think it can be (and should be) enjoyed by all. so, yeah, take some time to spend with a princess and the frog-esque au written by one of my dear friends 💜🐸

then: A New Fight by @tea-for-one-please! i was out of town all last week, and even though i brought a couple of books with me to read, i spent all of my free reading time with this lovely trilogy. it’s a fantastically imagined star wars au, and while byler is a big focus of it, i truly enjoyed how the author integrated all of the party members into the story in such a natural way. i wouldn’t say i’m the most die-hard star wars fan - in fact, i probably could only barely describe the plot of any of the movies - but the franchise does hold a special place in my heart for personal reasons, so it was so enjoyable getting to read about some of my favorite characters from st being thrown into the rebellion!! seriously, if you have some time, definitely spend it with this series

Warm by @notebooknonbinary! this is just a quick little d&d au that’s so cute and sweet. as my beloved Vee says in the description, it’s nice to see that Mike has the self-preservation skills of a lemming in any universe lol. of course he put himself in harm’s way to save Will!! and now we get to see the aftermath of it with Vee’s lovely writing :]

Daydream by disaster_energy! another d&d au, but this time, Will gets chosen by the moon goddess, and Mike decides to pledge his allegiance to that paladin order. it’s really sweet, and the universe the author built was also super fun to see!! it kind of reminded me of the world-building in percy jackson, so if you liked those books, definitely check this one out!!

The Trees Are Growing Restless by @light-lanterne!! this is a super interesting groundhog day au with a specific focus on Mike’s unresolved trauma. i still need to read the latest chapter because i am nothing if not behind on reading, but i’ve been so excited for this one and can’t wait to see where it goes. Angel’s writing is amazing, and he’s got Mike’s character down so well :]

that’s all for now, i think!! i’ll be back tomorrow with more~ :]

[matenrou-fan]

jakurai's s/o got a hospital check up recently and when he was looking at her results, he realized something.., she is pregnant and s/o had no idea!

Jakurai found out his fem! s/o is pregnant and has no idea

such an interesting request!! Here, enjoy... <3

femreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff;;

-OK but let's be honest.. Jakurai never took advantage of his position on the job yet he would totally let you get more check ups then other patients just because.

-He's a kinda overprotective lover, and when he would notice you start feeling unwell for a few days, he of course would drive you to Shinjuku Central Hospital to take a full list of analyses.

-"Honey, you're worrying too much.." - you chuckled, sitting in his car on your way there. Yet your husband nods his head.

"Please, s/o.. better safe than sorry."

-Well, you didn't mind some check up, why not? It's even pleasant to see Jakurai being so worried and caring towards you, so you would have all the tests, examinations and ultrasound.

-You thought the doctors who were checking you would tell you the final word, yet Jakurai asked permission to look at everything himself. Not only as one of the best docs here, but as your husband too, wanting to examine all your results on his own.

-"Don't read it with such a serious face.." - you can't help but giggle, actually enjoying the care in which he looked at the papers. - "I will go and grab something to drink, okay..?"

"Of course, my dear.." - he mumbled, still reading your results. For a moment he looked up at your walking away figure, wondering, then re-read your ultrasound results.

-By the way you're acting so careless he totally can say.. that you have no idea about your own pregnancy..!

-It's such a relief and excitement at the same time to Jakurai. It means you're not sick and your bad well-being was actually signs of a normal pregnancy, yet he can't help but start worrying about all things he, as a good husband, now should do to you.

-All vitamins, a more balanced sleep schedule and nutrition, and, of course, even more check ups.. Small waves of happiness tickle his stomach, getting bigger and bigger, now touching his heart and slowly melting it.

-Yet when you get back, he gets carried away so much.. So when he notices that you actually sipping at cola, Jakurai would furrowed his brows, scolding you:

"Such drinks are bad for babies.."

"Huh?? What babies??" - you almost choked with widened eyes. Oh yes, it seems like your husband owes you a proper explanation..

-Of course he wouldn't insist on his wish to build a family with kids if you don't want to. He's even willing to find a right, high quality doctor himself if you would decide to end up with abortion.

-"It's your body and your decision, after all.. Please don't feel any pressure from my side and don't look at my happiness right now. I will love you deeply anyways.." - Jakurai nod, holding you tightly. After all, you're precious to him no matter what.

-Yet if you would decide to keep the baby, he would be more than happy. Inspired, elated, all his days now seem even brighter than usual as he helps you with toxicosis, buying all needed meds and vitamins, walking around with you in stores, choosing the first things for you baby.

-He will get softer and stricter at the same time. Pampering you and worshiping like a goddess, doing all household chores and letting you stay more in bed, relaxing, yet always making sure you have enough sleep and nutritious food, scolding you if you're slacking off. Don't be mad, Jakurai just wants the best for his wife and future kid, so he tries to make all aspects of your life better and safer right now.

-"Now, now, s/o.. I think you should lay down a little if your back hurt that much.." - he whispers gently, caressing your shoulders with such tender touches. - "I will make you some soothing tea and give you a light massage, okay? Please, don't overstress yourself now, my lovely dear.."

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Piano

Halsin discovers one of Annie's hidden talents. SFW mostly.

What…what is that sound? Is that music? Halsin thought, his elven hearing picking up noise at the Last Light Inn. Do my ears deceive me? Is that a piano? It did not take him long to pinpoint the source.

There was a group, including Astarion, Karlach, Gale, and Wyll, standing and watching someone play.

His heart soared when he saw who was playing.

Annie.

She played a jaunty tune he was not familiar with, but it did not matter. She possesses so many gifts, yet she remains humble.

And so very beautiful. The way she felt against me last night…

He squeezed his eyes shut. No. I must control myself. Not here. Not now. Later? Perhaps?

“I can’t believe Annie’s been holding out on us!” Karlach exclaimed, gesturing to the tall half-elf at the piano. “She’s really good!”

The song ended, and everyone clapped, making Anais blush. “Oh gods. I didn’t mean to attract a crowd.”

“When you play so beautifully, my dear, I would hope you’d have an audience.” Gale said with a smile. “Truly, you are amazing.”

One of Harpers waved to her. “Hey, do you take requests?”

“Oh yes please, Miss Annie!” An orphan shouted.

Poor Annie looks fit to flee. Don’t worry, my heart---your bear is here. Halsin chuckled and knelt before the orphan. “I’m sure Miss Annie wouldn’t mind, but she needs a break, little one. Why don’t you ask later?”

The child smiled, and thankfully the crowd dispersed leaving Anais and Halsin alone. He sat next to her on the bench and placed a kiss on her cheek.

“Thanks for that. I found the piano the a few days ago and decided to check to see if it still works. So then I just tuned it and played for the first time since I was abducted…but I didn’t know practically everyone found me.” She reached for one of his hands and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I forgot how much I miss it.”

Such yearning in her voice. She truly misses home, and my heart breaks for her. “Then perhaps, should you find yourself with time—” He did not get to finish before she silenced him with a kiss.

Anais smiled knowingly when she stopped kissing him. “I have time later after everyone has gone to bed. Meet me here, love.”

“As if I can say no to you. Very well, later my heart.” He stood and offered her a hand as she rose. I can never refuse you, sweetest flower.

***

When Halsin reached the room with the piano, he was not surprised to see Anais already there. She was the very picture of delight and excitement, and when her gaze met his, she beamed at him. Anais greeted him with a breathy “hello” and hugged Halsin. She loves not only receiving affection but giving it. How I yearn for the day when we may finally be alone for longer than a few hours at a time.

“Have you been waiting long, my heart?”

She shook her head. “Oh no! I only got here a few moments ago myself. Please, love.” Anais sat on the bench at the piano and gestured to Halsin to sit next to her. This is going to be a tight squeeze, but I’m not complaining. It was indeed a tight squeeze, but it seems Annie doesn’t mind either. Good, good. “I’m going to probably regret asking, but what do you know of dwarven opera?”

Halsin chuckled. “Nothing at all, I’m afraid.”

“That’s alright. Anyways, what I want to play for you is one of my favorite pieces from a dwarven opera.” Taking a deep breath, she focused on the piano and began to play. Halsin was enchanted by her, by the music, by the way her fingers danced on the keys. He was not sure how much time had passed before she did several flourishes at what he thought was the end of the song. “Did you like it?” she asked timidly, her cheeks a little flushed.

Cupping her face in his large, calloused hands, he kissed her gently. “Of course, I did! What a beautiful gift you have…thank you for sharing it with me.”

She smiled softly, clearly enjoying his touch. “You’re very welcome. Any requests before we possibly head to my tent for other activities?” Anais teased. How sweet she is.

He thought for a moment. “Something that brings you joy.”

That was not an answer she expected. The way her nose scrunches as she thinks…she is more beautiful than nature itself. “I…oh, alright. Um, how about this?” She played a romantic, whimsical waltz, and Halsin easily imagined her dancing in a forest clearing, the sun kissing her hair and face to make her glow. Or better yet, dancing naked under the moonlight. What a sight that would be. When she finished, she smiled nervously again. “It’s one of my favorite waltzes. Always wanted to dance to it with…” she shook her head. “Nevermind. Just being silly.”

“No, please tell me.” Tucking an errant strand of hair behind one of her perfect ears, Halsin smiled gently. “I assure you whatever you’re thinking isn’t silly.”

A faint blush painted her cheeks. “With my future husband at our wedding. Like I said, very silly.” Halsin never wishes to marry and made that abundantly clear. That’s alright though. We’ll still have a lovely dance. Maybe in our home? Or perhaps under the moonlight? “Extremely silly.”

He pressed his lips to one of her pink cheeks and gave her the gentlest of kisses, long and lingering. “Not silly at all. It simply means you’re a romantic at heart. It just so happens I am as well!” He stood and walked a few paces from her. “My love, why not enchant the piano to play the song? I will…erm, attempt to dance with you, if you wish.” Oh my gods, his face! He looks so nervous! Aww, love. I won’t judge you for having two left feet. Da was just awful, but Mum didn’t care. “I know a few dances from the forests where I grew up, though I don’t believe I’ve ever waltzed.”

Anais smiled. That is the least surprising thing I’ve ever heard from Halsin. Other than that he loves honey. “It’s okay. We don’t have to waltz, love.” She waved a hand at the piano and muttered a spell under her breath. The keys immediately moved, playing her favorite waltz. She held out her hands to him, and he pulled her into his arms. One muscled arm snaked around her thick waist, hand settling on a hip, while the other held one of her hands over his heart. His head rested against hers as he breathed in her scent. “This is really nice.” She whispered. I never ever thought this would actually happen, but it is. It’s really happening!

As they swayed, Halsin kissed her red hair and occasionally sighed happily. “My heart, is this as good as what you dreamed of?”

She shook her head, still smiling. I don’t want this moment to end… “No. It’s even better.”

[pandoa]

Hello! How are you? Random question, have you ever screamed at your phone because you saw an amazing, twisted wonderland art? If so which ones?

hi hi!! i'm doing well, how about you? :D

you know, i'm glad you asked because i have on occasion! though, this is a rabbit hole that goes quite deep, so apologies for the fangirling that will go on under the cut lol

first off, THIS LILIA ONE. ITS JUST SO- AND I- AND HE- AAAAA

true form lilia will always have this choke hold on me and i welcome him with every fiber of my being. and artists just feed this fixation of mine with their incredibly lovely art it's simply not fair

(also, if anyone happens to know the artist who drew this, please let me know! i find most art on pinterest so it's sometimes difficult to find the original artist but i would like to give creds :c)

then, there is vil schoenheit. i will be honest. i stared at this art for a good while when i first found it, saved it to my phone, went back and looked at it every single day after, used it as a cleanser for my not-so-good days, almost made it my wallpaper at one point- i think you see my point lol it's just so ethereal??? the detail on his eyelashes??? the hair???? the lips???

yet again another artist i wish to find aaahh. as with the first one, if anyone knows the talented artist who drew this, please do share! thank you!

THIS ROOK ONE. DO I NEED TO EXPLAIN???? IT MAKES MY HEART PALPITATE MILES AND MILES AND MILES OFF INTO THE DISTANCE. HE IS SO. PERFECT. if you're a rook hunt stan, then i do recommend checking this artist out on twitter! they're art is so amazing and so is their art for a certain hunter~

while on the topic of rook, there's also this adorable one i gushed over the moment i saw it~ very different from the previous art, but still as equally as endearing!! i want to squish his lil face

this art didn't particularly make me scream, but it did make me cry and go into an emotional mess for dear grim. it's what actually drove me to write this twst angst fic because of how much it had affected me lmao. i already knew about all the overblot theories centering around grim, but seeing this fanart was the last straw for me and resulted in me writing a whole fic about it heh

anyways, please check these artists out if you haven't yet! they're all so talented and clearly put so much effort into their work, it's very admirable!

[zhongrin]

As an alchemist, sometimes Albedo has to check on the development of his test subjects, even on weekends. Today is such a day. He walks into his lab to find Timaeus already inside.

"Oh, Albedo, there you are," he greets. "There's a package for you on your desk. It came around half an hour ago."

A frown forms on his eyebrows. "The courier said it's for your eyes only. I wonder what it could be," he continues.

Albedo nods. "Thank you. I'll check it."

The label says:

To: Albedo, Chief Alchemist of the Knights of Favonius, Mondstadt From: Kurisu, Member of the Haravatat-Kshahrewar Joint Research Team, Sumeru Akademiya, Sumeru

A s̵m̵i̶r̶k̶ forms on Albedo's lips. Ah, her. The s̸̱͂c̶̺̘͐͑r̷̦̖̈̒i̴̫͝͠b̴̧͈͑͘ề̴̬'s wife. This should be interesting.

Enclosed inside are a letter and a large package of Sumeru coffee. The letter reads thus:

Hello Mr. Albedo, warm greetings from Sumeru! I am writing to let you know that the work you do to support the light novel industry has become a huge source of inspiration, especially your beautiful work in the latest issue of Tales from the Corners of the World. We have more and more people wanting to contribute to our efforts in documenting the dying languages of Teyvat, right here in the Akademiya. The spread of the Teyvat lingua franca has been holding the local languages hostage, but some communities are still striving to use their language in their daily lives. An interesting observation, right? An alternate solution to keep their language alive would be to make the general public realize how important it is to maintain diversity so that these communities have everyone's support in their efforts. Ah, look at me rambling. Please pardon me. M̵̤͙̪̑͆̾̈́͌ỳ̸̞̠̥ͅ ̸̡̢̣͕͕̎͌͐͋͠h̵̺̩̞͒̀̇u̵̢̨͙̅̈́š̴͈̖̃̓ḃ̷̥̺̖̞͙ả̶̤̉̚͝n̷̥̩̲͖̋̈̏d̶̨͚͆ can speak some of those languages, you see, so h̵̖̪̮̆i̸̥͙̍͌̈̇͂̋ͅs̴̊̉ͅ enthusiasm may have released my inner nerd. Anyway, I am sending my regards to your girlfriend as well. She is dear to me, and I am sure her well-being is your top priority as well. I hope to read your reply soon. Best regards from your fans (that's me and m̵̨̡͈̹̼̳̈́̽̈́̾͒͊y̸̠͈̹͖͚̾͛̈̑ ̸͉͍̼͓͕́͜h̴̡̝͋͋̓̋̿͘͠u̴̡̢̬͇̗͝͝ṡ̷̮̘̼͖̋̆b̵̛̗̦̀̂͒̍͘͝â̶̯̲̜̦̤̋̈́ͅn̶͚̺̬̊̊d̷͖̍̐̈́̾͗) Kurisu

"better?"

"yeah... i'm still a little nauseous though."

a hum. a clear clink of the glass vials lightly bumping onto each other as the alchemist examined the way they both changed color into an unnatural blue. 

"any other notable symptoms?"

".... the headache is lessening," she sighs, "this is so irritating to deal with."

albedo gives her drained expression a sympathetic smile and tapped the open journal on his hand, "i'm sorry, i promise i'll find a solution sooner than later."

the girl shakes her head and flops back onto the bed, "it's okay. i trust you will eventually."

a comfortable silence blankets the two as the snowstorm howled outside in the background, its ruthless wind creating all sorts of vengeful noises outside the lab.

suddenly, his beloved groaned and sat back up on their shared cot, puppy eyes looking up at him pleadingly, "can i get a cup of coffee? i feel like it'll help with this nausea..."

chuckling at her instinctive attempt to inject more caffeine into her bloodstream, he shakes his head sternly, "unfortunately, we're all out of coffee.... i can ask timaeus to buy one when he visits the city tomorrow - but remember. only one cup every two days."

"aww come on, i used to drink-" she squints, words halting on her tongue, and his synthetic heart stutters, "-like, a lot of them."

"i know you do, princess. but i told you you need to cut back on them - it's not exactly healthy. besides," he smiles, a hint of mischievousness reflecting in his eyes, "a caffeine-buzzed you is almost like a second klee. i think the world shouldn't deal with that too often."

"oh shut it you." 

[your-dose-of-obidala]

I just found your blog so idk if you’re still taking requests for prompts but how about #36 from the smut one?

Rating: Explicit

I added some rimming and squirting, because why the hell not? If you don't like this kind of thing in your het romance, don't read it. That's all. There is also some non-con roleplay in the setting of an established relationship involved.

Nonny, this prompt also inspired another fic but it has gotten too long, so I decided to write a short, dirty ditty for you instead and finish the other one next week. Thanks for the prompt, dear.

The prompt was: “YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

"Can I come in?" he stands at the door to her office.

She barely looks up and answers distractedly: "Sure. Please close the door, though."

He does and then stands by the door, not coming any nearer.

Finally, she looks up. She wears her hair in a very stylish up-do, her hair is glossy and sleek. Even at the end of the day, her makeup seems more lived-in than creased. Her lips hold an alluring blush. Dior? YSL?

She leans back and smiles politely.

"What is it, Mr. Kenobi?"

It takes him a moment to get his bearing under that gaze. His heart is beating too fast already. His hands that are gripping his cell phone are sweaty. And there is the beginning of arousal filling out his cock.

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!” he blurts it out too loud and fast.

She blinks a few times. But there is a surprising lack of reaction.

"Let me check, please."

She takes up her cell phone and taps on the screen. Nods. Taps. Then says: "Ah, yes. It seems like I send it to the wrong person."

To the wrong--?

"Oh," he says. "Oh, that is--"

"Unfortunate."

There is a sinking feeling in his stomach. Who is that someone the picture was intended for?

"So..." he starts. "You don't want me to lick your pussy until you squirt all over my face?"

He has no idea how he sounds this nonchalant, this suave while repeating the words that accompanied said pictures. She looks away for a tiny moment and shifts in her seat. There is a hint of a blush on her cheeks.

Her mouth opens as if to answer.

"Well," she says. "The... The pictures were not meant for you."

"Ms. Naberrie," he begins. "I came here with the intent of fulfilling my obligation and getting... rewarded." He licks his lips and she watches.

"I--"

"You do know that I could head over to HR right now and have your ass for sexual harassment."

She looks up and leans forward.

"But it wouldn't be the way you want to have my ass."

"You're right, it wouldn't."

They look at each other for an awkward moment.

"If I... Do as you want me to... You will not mention this to anyone?"

He nods, his mouth is dry.

"No one will know."

"Good."

She stands up and pulls her skirt up. She is still not wearing any underwear, just like in that damned picture. She bunches the fabric around her hips and places her forearms on the table.

She makes a gesture that could mean 'have at it' or 'go ahead'. It's so unsexy that it's making him doubt himself. Does she really want this?

He steps behind her and his heartbeat skyrockets. Her ass is round and smooth and perfect. If it hadn't been his plan since he saw that fucking nude anyway he would certainly drop to his knees right about now.

He doesn't touch her. Not yet.

Just steps behind her and takes her in. He has to work against the temptation to simply lean forward and bite into her flesh, so suck bruises into her skin and mark her up bad.

The room is silent, except for both of their labored breathing.

Finally, he lowers himself onto her office chair. It squeaks when he leans forward and places his hands on both of her cheeks. He kneads his thumbs into the flesh and she gives a stifled moan.

He kneads her as if he is kneading bread. Over and over, he works his thumbs into her muscle and he can feel her legs buckling. His thumbs are moving nearer and nearer to opening her up.

"Kenobi." she says warningly and he grins to himself.

He wants to goad her, make her beg because she is always so professional, so fucking untouchable that it's making him a little insane.

Leaning forward he presses his lips first to the right asscheek and then the other. He makes the kisses lewd and open-mouthed to give her a taste of what is to come and there is that tremor under his hands again.

Without further ado, he pulls her cheeks apart and bares her to his hungry gaze.

"Touch your clit." he demands and then starts licking her pussy that is pressed together, fat, and puffed up. He sinks from the chair down to his knees to get the angle right. His knees are going to hate him, but it's worth it, he thinks. It's the only way to really get his tongue inside of her.

Her taste makes him thirst for more of her.

He buries his face in that space that he has laid bare for himself. He fits there perfectly. It's just for him. He can feel how she is rubbing circles on her clit, he swears he can taste her desperation.

Slowly he drags the flat of his tongue over her pussylips up and around the little pucker of her asshole and further up to the flat of her back. The noises she makes make him dizzy, and his cock is straining. He kisses her on the small of her back, chaste and soft.

"Please." she whimpers, but he doesn't respond except for rubbing his bristled chin on her back.

"Obi--" she starts and he pulls back. "Kenobi." she hurries and he rewards her with a reassuring touch. "Mr. Kenobi. Please. I need to come."

"Ok," his voice is gruff. "Ok. Here. How about that?" he asks and slides two fingers inside of her. He feels for her g-spot and rubs it hard.

At this point, she is completely resting against the table and not on her arms anymore. The right side of her face is pressed into a folder. Her right hand is still touching herself, like he demanded, while the left hand is trying to find purchase on the smooth surface of the desk and failing. Of course, he could prolong her pleasure, but he wants her to come. He wants to feel her quiver and let go. He wants to taste her. He loves to hear her unravel. He would love to see her, too, but alas. Next time.

So he lowers himself to her and traces the rim of her sphincter with the tip of his tongue. He can feel the flutter under his tongue, the opening, and closing, opening, and closing. His tongue is working slow and steady, while his fingers are insisting and indignant. His fingertips are rubbing against her g-spot with every thrust.

She gives little uh uh uh noises which sound beautiful and punched out.

"Please." she sobs when his tongue dips into her hole for a mere second and then goes back to lazy circles. "Please, please, please..."

He cannot suppress the smirk and she must feel it because she gives a colorful curse.

"Patience, Padmé." he mumbles and she is so far gone that she doesn't say anything to the slip.

With his free hand, he grips her left asscheek to open her up a little bit more and works his tongue inside of her.

Instead of pumping in and out, he rubs his fingertips over her g-spot. It's all she needs. He feels how she stops working her clit, how stiff she gets under him, coiled up and ready to spring. He knows she is red-faced and straining for air. So beautiful in her struggle.

Then she keens and he begins to thrust his fingers in and out again, her contracting muscles are working hard around his fingers. With one swift movement, he pulls them out of her and she shudders and comes. The splash of moisture is unbearable loud in the office. She sobs his name.

His trousers are a bit wet around his knees, but it's not worth mentioning in his opinion.

He lowers his face a little bit to lap up the drops that cling to her sex. She makes an appreciative noise. She is boneless and soft afterward.

Being careful with his aching knees he stands up before pulling her up and around. She comes to him without a fight, falls in his arms, and melts into his embrace. He pulls her backward and lowers himself into her chair again.

"Are you ok, Padmé?" he asks softly against her hair.

"Hmmm." she answers.

"Was that what you had in mind?"

She nods instead of answering.

"I--" she begins and then sighs. "I just need... I think you broke me."

He kisses her hair.

"Take your time, darling. We are the last ones on this floor. We can go home whenever you're ready."

"Okay."

She buries herself a little bit deeper into his arms and enjoys the closeness.